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the-californicationist · 7 months ago

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Keychain

“C’mon, babes. These blokes were cute. Val knows them. Said they’re nice… enough,” your best friend, Poppy, made a teasing face, sticking out her tongue at you before getting serious, “How long’s it been?”

You sighed, picking at your chipped nail polish,

“...six…”

“Six weeks!?” Poppy panicked in earnest.

“...months.”

“Six months. Are you —” she snatched your hand and dragged you to your feet, “Enough. Dry spell over.”

You found yourself arm in arm with Poppy, dodging raindrops and puddles on your way to her coworker’s flat, screaming and laughing so hard your lungs hurt, soaking in the cold downpour. There was a big party happening at her place that night. A key party. It was something she had picked up at uni. Everyone’s keys went into a bowl, and whomever’s keys you ended up with was who you went home with.

You followed Poppy into the alley, hiding under the awning as she buzzed up.

A crackled voice came through the grimey box,

“Yeah?”

“It’s Pops! Let us in, you slag!”

Giddy screaming came through on the speaker and you heard the door click. Up you went, trodding four flights of stairs, panting and dripping at the top. The front door was wide open and music thumped out of it. A few guests were out in the stairwell, propping the door open to a small balcony, smoking and drinking, crushing their bodies together and swaying to the beat.

“Pops!” A pretty ginger girl with a teensy tiny triangle top under a fishnet shirt came bounding through the foyer, “Come in! Come in. Name’s Val, nice to meet ya. Give us your keys, Pops. And you, too, new girl. Look at that top!”

She pretended to grab at your breasts which, you had to admit, did look pretty killer tonight. You’d worn a black leather bra top with silver glitter all over it, and you felt like some sort of rock star. A black leather miniskirt completed the ensemble. You couldn’t stomach the heels, so you opted for your combat boots. Val looked like she was about to spill out of that tiny top, but she made it look good.

You handed over your keys, watching your little glittery Bulbasaur keychain bounce around her finger as she twirled them in circles.

“Which bowl for you?”

“Huh?” You didn’t understand.

She pointed to each one, presenting them to you like she was hosting a game show,

“This one for if you like blokes, this one for if you like birds,” she gave Poppy a wink and tossed her keys in that bowl, “...and this one for if you don’t care what’s going on downstairs!”

“Oh, um,” you pointed to the last one, “Don’t care either way, really.”

“Perf! Okay, let’s see what you’re drinkin’!”

You followed them through the packed flat and into the kitchen. Liquor and beer bottles littered the countertop, and the only cups left in the cabinet were coffee mugs. You watched Val pull two down and pour some sort of blue drink into each one. She handed them to you with a bright smile,

“Better go mingle! Never know who might grab your key.”

You smiled, tight-lipped, wondering if you had just made a huge mistake or if you really would be going home with someone nice tonight.

Either way, you mingled, chatting with a few people, trying to hear them over the noise of the music. But, even in your rock star get-up, you weren’t really the partier that Poppy was. You peeked around the apartment for an escape. The bathroom was locked and, from the sound of it, a couple wasn’t patient enough to wait on their keys to get their night started.

You checked the next door and found the cloakroom. It was a bedroom slash office, and it was blissfully dark and quiet. You shut the door behind you, sighing with relief and then —

“Havin’ fun, yet?”

A deep, rumbling voice found you in the dark, and you froze. He was sitting in the window sill, smoking a cigar, and he put his hands up in mock-surrender,

“It’s alright, love. Just needed a bit of peace.”

“Yeah,” you said, regaining your composure and straightening your skirt nervously, “No, it’s okay. Sorry, I’ll just… go.”

“Can’t leave without your key,” he laughed, holding up your house key. Your sparkling Bulbasaur glinted in the low light from the window.

“You… how did you?” You stepped toward him, retrieving your key from his outstretched palm.

Now that you were closer to him, you get a better look at the man with your key. He was tall. Tall enough to dwarf you even while he was seated in the window. He had a full beard, shaved down the chin like a ship captain, or a pirate, and his eyes were the palest blue you’d ever seen. It was almost supernatural to look into them and be met with his icy stare.

He was sharp, too. You could tell that he had a quick wit, and an even more capable body. Huge, sculpted muscles pressed through his white tee shirt, tightening the thighs of his jeans. A veritable giant of a man. But when he smiled, just as he was doing now, you felt safe despite his stature. He seemed like he meant you no harm.

“How do you have my keys?” You asked again, watching as the white smoke billowed and curled out of his full lips, carried away by the night wind.

“Saw you come in. Couldn’t have some other arsehole picking you first, could I?”

“First?” You stood closer to him still, staring up at him as he rose from his seat, towering over you with his body, darkening the room in shadow.

“Aye,” his hand went to your chin, raising it up as if to have a better look at you, “Bit greedy, me.”

You thought he might kiss you, but just before he leaned close enough for your lips to touch, he took another drag from his cigar, letting you smell the tobacco and licorice scent on his breath, the lingering notes of whiskey not far behind.

“And you thought you could be greedy with me, is that right?” You whispered, unsure of why you were speaking so low, but he matched your register in his reply, purring his words at you and making your belly twist in on itself,

“I let myself hope so…” You watched as something that seemed like doubt flashed through his gaze, and a primal piece of you hated that.

“Good thing you snagged them, then,” you reassured him, letting your hands roam across his belly, circling around him and testing the waters, “Be a shame if someone else got to me first. Some… arsehole.”

“Careful, love,” he warned you, “You’re too pretty to be teasin’ a poor bloke in that fuckin’ outfit. Does things to us.”

You dragged your hand up his thigh, knowing exactly what things he was mentioning but playing dumb anyway,

“Oh? What… things?”

Quick as a snake’s strike, he snatched your wrist in his free hand and held you steady. It surprised you, and you froze from the shock of his strong grip. Then, your whole body lit up as he slowly moved your palm over to his zipper, behind which was pressed the hardest, fattest cock you’d ever felt in your life.

“These things.”

He flicked the end of the cigar clean out of the window and grabbed you around the jaw, bringing his face down to yours to kiss you. He was smoke and fire and whiskey and sugar and something musky that could only come from a human’s tongue. His beard scruffled your skin, tickling your lip as you kissed him back.

He pulled away, his eyes hooded from the pleasure of your kiss, and said,

“I’m John, and I am at your fuckin’ service, pretty girl.”

“Take your shirt off, John,” you nibbled on the bottom of his lip and smiled as sweetly as you could manage.

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiled back, wolfishly, and peeled his shirt off revealing his immense chest, covered in dense, soft hair.

You kissed him again, letting your hands touch him wherever you wanted to. You felt his soft nipples harden under your touch, and you stroked the smooth skin of his ribs, tattooed with some sort of skull and shield. In the midst of your lust-filled tour of his torso, he tossed you on the bed, piled high with coats and scarves, shoving them out of the way in a knotted, tangled mess.

He kissed his way down your body, stopping when he came to the swell of your breasts, chuckling and looking up at you.

You were already breathing heavy, a little annoyed he’d paused in the middle of something good.

“What?” You asked.

“You can’t be serious with these. Look,” he twisted a thick finger under the top of your bra’s cup and shoved it down, revealing your nipple as it popped free from its enclosure.

He fixed his mouth over it and began to suck. Then, he popped his lips off of you before sucking hard again, making you whine from the sensation.

“Fuckin’ perfect. Saw you and these gorgeous tits…”

Suck. Lick. Suck.

“...across the whole bloody room…”

Suck. Suck. Suuuuuuuck.

“...and I had to taste you…”

Suck. Bite. Kiss.

“…had to fuckin’ know.”

You let your fingers peel through his hair, messing up his gel, scratching his scalp, listening to him moan as he groped your breasts, hungry like a rabid dog.

“And,” you breathed deeply, trying to compose yourself, aiming to tease him further, “Are they what you hoped for?”

He grinned, dropping one hand to unbuckle his belt. Then, you felt his steely length loll and roll against the inside of your thigh. You couldn’t help but gasp, feeling his fleshy head drool across your skin. John looked down at you then, and returned your question with one of his own,

“What do you think, love?”

With an audacity you were not expecting, he slapped his rod against you, making little popping noises on your skin, opening some sort of feral door deep within your psyche.

“And then —” John put both of his hands underneath your hips and flipped you over, making you lay on your belly, surprising you with his incredible strength, “I saw this fuckin’ arse. Mmm.”

He raked your skirt up your legs and grabbed two huge handfuls of your cheeks, squeezing them so tightly it almost hurt. Then, he looped his thick forearm under your hips and lifted you up, making you present yourself to him lewdly.

“Tha’s it, pretty girl. Lemme see you…” He sighed raggedly, “Oh, fuck. Look at these.”

You felt his finger slide between the gusset of your panties and your aching hole, rubbing you up and down, pretending to admire your lace thong.

“These knickers, and this perfect fuckin’ hole.”

All you could do was hang there, draped over his forearm while he bent his head to plant his mouth against your center, doing a lazy job of moving your underwear out of the way, preferring instead to just eat you through them. You felt the warm prod of his tongue as he pushed it against the fabric, writhing it skillfully to get to your insides, licking in long strokes to work your taste into his mouth.

Your bra was still askew, letting your nipples rub against someone’s faux fur coat, and when you heard the clinking of metal sounds, you peeked over your shoulder to see John fisting his cock while he devoured you. His efforts were messy, and he drooled along your skin, not caring how much of you smeared all over his face.

“Mmf—”

You let out a whimper, unable to hold back, feeling the pressure of your pleasure mount as he focused on your rim, laving it in deep, circular strokes, bringing you right up to the brink and guiding you back down, torturing you right on the edge of bliss.

“Yeah? ‘S tha’ good, love?” He teased, releasing his cock to peel the thong off of you and shove his tongue deep into your hole.

“Ungh! Fuck, fuck, fuh—”

Your whole body tensed, leaving nothing to the imagination about the orgasm he had just wrenched from you.

“Good girl, that’s it. That’s it.” John talked you through it, speaking with his mouth full, licking you endlessly.

Then, he flipped you back over, prowling over your body like a beast, grinding his hips into you, asking wordlessly for permission. He kissed you again, letting you taste what he had done and you sighed into his mouth, eager for more.

You were soft for him, but you still wanted to push him. So, while he was looking down at you, pondering whether or not you’d let him go all the way, you stuck your tongue out, licking him from the bottom of his chin, over his plush lips, and up the tip of his nose.

He smiled and sat back, lazily playing with your breasts, trying to make damn sure you knew what you wanted.

“You want more, love? We can stop when you’ve had enough of me.”

You didn’t answer him. Instead you let your knees fall open, pushing your skirt up over your belly, revealing yourself fully to him. Then, you reached between your legs, past your aching hole and found the silky body of his cock. He shivered at your touch, and his hips rolled involuntarily as you began to stroke him, moving your hand back and forth, rocking your hips to add to the effect.

“Got any protection, John?”

He dug his hands into his pocket frantically and pulled out a condom. Breaking the corner with his teeth, you watched him roll the thin layer over his dick, still eager and willing to serve you. Even though he was in the position of power, the expression on his face made you feel like you held the flog.

“Fuck me,” he lamented, sitting back on his heels and gently playing at your soft, pliant hole reverently, “You’re the most beautiful fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen — ungh… or felt.”

The moment his fingers touched the inside of your body, his expression changed. It was as if a new part of his mind had woken up and taken over. He was fully in your thrall. You were sure that if you had asked him to leap out of the window, he might comply.

“C’mon,” you smiled, pulling him closer to you, kissing him softly and then as deeply as you could, breaking away to whisper, “Let me feel you.”

He reached between your bodies and you felt the wet lick of the lubed condom tip as it teased your hole. Then, the dense, hot pressure of his cockhead.

“Oh! You’re big,” you breathed.

John stopped,

“You alright, love?”

You nodded, canting your hips, searching for more of his girth to drag into your waiting core.

“Tell me,” John commanded, rocking forward a bit more, testing the waters.

“Yes, I need — god, please — I need more. Please.”

“Shh, shh. Here,” he pressed forward again, stretching you out, making your eyes widen from the new sensation, “Here I am. Here…”

He was kissing your neck and breasts, leaving little red marks behind from his strong suckling, licking and nipping at your flesh. You could barely feel it. All your body could concentrate on was the seemingly unending supply of hot, heavy dick he had at his disposal. He just kept moving forward, inch after inch. You thought, at one point, there could be none left, only to have him press just that much deeper.

By the time his base grinded down against your pubic bone, you had tears in your eyes, and you imagined that you should be able to feel him in your throat.

You sighed together, and he regained his balance, planting his arms beside you, elbows on each side of your face, covering you protectively.

“...so damn big. Holy fuck,” you gasped, whispering to him.

He nuzzled your cheek, a little sweet for how insanely lurid his sex had been,

“You ready, love?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He began the long journey back out, and then his thrusting began in earnest. He was a slow fuck, but his girth made every pass a challenge. And he always made sure to bottom out. You could tell that was when he felt the most pleasure. So, you chased him with it. His cock would reach its peak in you, making your skin burn and your eyes roll back in your head, and just as he tried to escape, you would twist your hips to follow him down, making it feel as if you were locked together, unable to pull away from your warm muscles.

A few of those thrusts and he was breathing hard, fucking you harder, picking up his pace. Then, you opened yourself up for him, spreading your legs to allow his big body easier access to yours.

“Oh, fuckin’ hell. That’s good. You are so fuckin’ good. So good,” he praised you mindlessly, just saying words that floated through his mind. You knew it wouldn’t be much longer until he would go past the point of no return. So, you ran your hands over his body again, exploring him like you had been when you found him, swirling your fingers over his ribs and plucking softly at his nipples, kissing his neck, not caring if you left a hickey.

He was grunting and calling for you with every thrust now, his head buried in the crook of your neck, ready to spill himself for you.

Each strong thrust of his cock was shaking your bones, making your body want to come, twisting your muscles inside of you as a warning of what you were about to release.

His eyes lit up, finding yours,

“You gonna come for me, love?”

“Yeah,” you keened, pressing your forehead to his cheekbone, begging him for aid when there was nothing that could save you from being tossed into the deep end.

“Come for me. Fuck! There! Right there, hngh —”

You saw sparks at the edge of your vision, and your whole body arched against him, reeling with wave after wave of glittering joy. His face was twisted in a snarl, and he stopped breathing, coming with you in your shared ecstasy, his cock pulsing within you through his orgasm.

Then, he gasped, a smile painted on his face, half in soporific joy and half in disbelief.

“Fuck…” he said, gently untangling himself from you, letting his fat dick slide out of your wet, well-used hole.

You’d never felt so empty in your whole life, and you cried out from the loss. He heard you, wrapping you up in his arms and keeping you beside him, letting you both catch your breath.

After a while, long enough for the bass-heavy song to change, he slid out of bed and put himself back together. Just when you thought he would be on his merry way, he took your hand in his and kissed you with more affection than you ever expected. He told you,

“C’mon, love. Grab your keys. I don’t do one-night stands.”

“Oh?” You smiled, pressing your keychain back into his open palm, “You want more?”

“Told you I was greedy.”

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auroras-zenith · 21 days ago

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what doesn't kill you // part 6

you had your whole life planned out for you; start an agency with your best friend, scale the charts and make japan your bitch. but when a tragic accident leaves you incapacitated and out of a job, you find you just need to start fresh. you cut ties–and for two years, you've all but disappeared. until they need you again and come knocking at your door.

bakugo x retiredpro!reader

prologue ✧ previous ✧ next

"We can't tell him are you crazy?!" The words were half whispered and half shouted.

"He won't tell anybody!"

"Yes he will?? He'll tell the one person I'm doing this to avoid! Or even if he doesn't, he'll tell Kirishima which is the same as telling Katsuki anyway!"

Kaminari fidgeted awkwardly in the corner, eyes flicking from you to his girlfriend.

"He wouldn't do that! He's dense but he's not a jerk!" She insisted.

He kept his lips pressed tightly together, mouth sealed shut. He knew better than to open his mouth.

You sighed, dragging your hands down your face.

Unfortunately, Jirou did not hold the authority necessary to wipe your information from the commission either.

Her stupid, blonde, boyfriend–who was friends with your stupid, blonde... ex-coworker–did.

"Is there any other way?"

She shook her head. "He'd figure it out on his own anyway by what we're asking of him. If you want your info wiped, this is your ticket."

Katsuki Bakugo was a lot of work–but hiding from him seemed to be only more so.

After a long, exasperated groan, you had given her the go ahead, and she had explained to her boyfriend first that she'd kill him if he ratted, and then what you needed of him.

He had been... surprisingly understanding. Vowed not to speak a word of it to anyone, and then started the couple day long process of removing the last traces of the late fourth prohero from the database.

In the meantime, you had more methodically and thoroughly packed your bags, Jirou managing to convince you to stay a week longer.

"I can wipe it," Kaminari had told you, more seriously than you'd ever seen him. "But I can't cover anything up."

"What?"

"I can take the last traces of you–your bank accounts, your old records, your phone numbers and emails, and I can delete them." He explained. "But that really is the only way I can get rid of them. I'd be really deleting them. I can't just hide them. And you would have to be ready for that, and then you'd have to do the same with all your loose ends."

You paused, confusedly nodding. He seemed rather pressed about something that mattered rather little to you. You knew that going in to this you'd have to give up your home, probably a majority of your wealth, your job, everything. You knew what you were signing up for.

He shook his head. You weren't getting it. He turned to Jirou for help.

"Your friends, L/n." She spoke with a sigh. "You're doing this to get away from Bakugo, but you'd have to leave behind everyone else as well. Midoriya, Todoroki, you'd have to say goodbye to them all."

Oh. Another thorn in your already mauled side.

"You don't have to go through with this."

But what was the alternative? Stay here where every look you got was just an elaborate way of being pitied?

"Do what you have to do."

That night, you had cried for them. For them all. Midoriya and Todoroki of course, Bakugo, as well as all the acquaintances and kind faces you had met along the way.

The tears were salty and stung, but you let them fall. Didn't wipe them or will them dry. You just sat there in it. And when they finally stopped of their own accord, you took it as your sign to leave.

You would cry no more tears over a life that no longer wanted you.

You'd just go build yourself another.

Kaminari and Jirou were the only ties to your last life you were allowed to keep–save for a couple of photographs and other small possessions.

"We'll come back and visit every weekend."

"God, you better."

You were all sitting together on your new couch, mugs of hot cocoa in each person's hands as some movie none of you were watching played on the screen.

Tears were lurking just behind your eyes, waiting for the slightest inconvenience to begin to leak out.

Jirou nudged you with her side. "So what are you gonna do now? To fill the time and all that?"

That... was something you had been thinking about for a while now. Hero work had been your life. You spent about every waking hour either on the field or training for when you would be. It made sense, you were beyond talented, but you had very few hobbies because of it.

"I suppose I'll... look for a job? Maybe make some new friends here? Just start fresh and see where it goes."

You had been forced to give up all of your old bank accounts, choosing to bestow most of your wealth upon Jirou and Kaminari while leaving a good chunk of it for charity.

You had also managed to wire a decently sized amount into a new account you retained access to. Hence, work would not be for the money aspect, but rather for the social connection and fun of it.

"We'll miss you in Musutafu." Kaminari said with a sad shake of his head. "The top ten is just going to be a bunch of sweaty men again."

Jirou snorted. "Like you're not one of said sweaty men?"

"It's alright, I'm sure Jirou'll make it there soon enough." You said with a laugh.

You held the mug in your hands a little tighter as you thought about how the hero ranking might change with you gone.

Bakugo's mug. You had brought it simply because you couldn't imagine leaving it.

Perhaps Redriot would fill your spot in the charts. Or Lemillion.

But perhaps more importantly, you wondered who would fill your shoes at the Dynadelia agency.

God, Bakugo was a jerk.

But you couldn't help but wish him the best.

a/n: guys 2 week mc phase started mb :(

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carriedawatermelon · 2 months ago

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Ronance Kinktober, chapter four. Idk when it stops being a ficlet, but this is nearly 6k words soooo. In which Nancy has a surprisingly good afternoon (and Robin does, too). Did I look up Indianapolis museum exhibits in 1986-87 for this? Yes, yes I did.

Prompt: Multiple Orgasms

The spare key is in a fake rock by the garage, and Nancy grabs it before she goes back to her car for the casserole dish, balancing it on her hip as she pushes open the front door.

She rolls her eyes at the fact that every single light in the house is on, despite the fact that Steve’s at work, and makes her way to the kitchen, sitting the casserole on the counter as she opens the fridge to make sure there’s room.

It’s a little strange, to be moving milk and leftovers she doesn’t let herself think too hard about in Steve’s fridge, but it’s nice, too, to be comfortable enough to do this again. They’re friends. Really friends. Steve hangs out at the house, with Robin and Dustin and Erica, somehow, and Vickie now, sometimes too, who is…nice. Fine. They’re friends, all of them. Things are still a little weird with Jon, but she imagines, hopes, that they’ll get there, too.

Her mom is pleased, winks at Nancy like she knows something when Steve comes around, giving a deeply annoying nod of her head at Nancy’s repeated and emphatic assertions that they are friends, that they are not getting back together. “Sure, honey. Of course.”

Nancy tries not to let it grate too much. It doesn’t matter, really, except that they are friends and they’re not getting back together. They had talked, after Vecna, after the second round of Vecna, bruises yellowing on their skin. Nancy had spoken to Jonathan the day before, and she wanted to get it all over with, let herself hurt all at once if she had to.

It had hurt. Both of the conversations had hurt, but they had hurt the same way it did when she buckled her seatbelt in those days after the upside-down, the strip of fabric pressing into a body that was still healing. A reminder that she was actually healing, the pain a sign that she didn’t want to hurt again.

She wasn’t what he wanted, couldn’t be, not that she had any desire to try. He understood, a level of self-awareness that was welcome and unexpected. For her part, it hadn’t hurt her when he’d admitted he had been scared and grasping, that Nancy had been there to hold on to.

They had taken a few days, less time than she expected, and then he’d called and said, “Come watch a movie with us. It’s her night, and Robin says you can pick.” She had gone to watch a movie with them, and there had been ten minutes of weirdness, the two of them in the kitchen with the soda and pretzels Nancy brought, and then they’d both smiled and it had been fine. It’s been fine for months, better than fine, and Nancy had hoped the year she decided to take before starting college would be good for her, but she couldn’t have anticipated that it would be this good, full of genuinely easy time with her friends. She’s happy that she’ll be staying closer, happy about Northwestern.

Now, she’s here, wrinkling her nose at a pizza box taking up way too much space on the second shelf. She’s sighing and taking it out and risking a look because her mom has sent her with a casserole, chicken spaghetti, which Steve loves. Maybe she thinks Steve will look at it and look at Nancy and be a little closer to reaching for his class ring, just until he can get something better.

Nancy can’t care too much. She and Steve understand each other, and it’s good, anyway. Steve gets a home-cooked meal, which he needs, and just as often that means Robin gets one, too.

Robin, who’s over at her house more than Steve, charming her mother by asking genuine questions about the book she’s reading or the sewing projects she’s started doing again since half of Hawkins fell into a hole. Robin, who treats Holly like she’s a middle-aged friend with a desk job, asking about her day at the office and her coworkers. The bit’s been going for at least six months now, and it still makes Holly giggle the way a seven year old should. Robin, who has Mike’s respect since they went back in, since she stood in front of them with a spiked baseball bat and a line of Molotovs and has the scars to show how much she meant it.

Her dad even grunts in recognition when she gets to the house. He doesn’t typically care for people or noise or anything at all, his unflappably kind youngest daughter a notable exception, and he has noticed the way that Holly laughs when Robin’s around. It hadn’t hurt that Robin had seen his Pacers socks, a Christmas gift from Holly, and had a twenty minute conversation with him about odds and drafts and players. Twenty minutes. At Nancy’s obvious gape, Robin had said, stealing a cookie, “I’ve got a little cousin who doesn’t talk at all, but he’ll talk about the Pacers, so I learned about the Pacers.”

Nancy’s come to terms with the fact that she’s got feelings for her that go well beyond platonic with a capital P. It’s not what she expected but if she ignored things or pretended they weren’t real just because they were unexpected, she’d be no better than most of the adults in Hawkins. She’d also probably be dead. Ignoring a demogorgon is not an effective method of defense.

Ignoring the way her stomach flips around Robin, the way she wants to smooth her perpetually wrinkled work shirt just to see her blush, the way she wants to hold her hands and play with her rings and the astonishing amount of time she’s spent thinking about the fingers on which those rings sit—well, Nancy’s not interested in a method of defense, anyway. She’s interested in Robin, in the the things that she says and the way that she thinks and the places she wants to go. She’s interested in the blue of her eyes and the freckles that cover her skin and the rasp of her voice.

It feels good, to be interested. It feels good to sit close to her at movie night, to lift Robin’s arm and tuck herself underneath it and feel her chin on her head. It feels great, to make Robin laugh. It feels amazing, to wake up with Robin’s arm around her, her breath against her neck, the length of her body wrapped around Nancy’s warm and safe. Better, to turn carefully and brush her hair back from her face, watch blue eyes blink open at her and a smile spread slowly and the blush that still covers her cheeks when she realizes how close they are. She doesn’t pull away, not any longer, not since Nancy made it clear, kept making it clear, that she didn’t want her to.

By the time Robin told her, Nancy had already seen her with Vickie at the volunteer center. She’d watched and watched as they made sandwiches and sorted clothes and then something had clicked into place. Nancy’s from Hawkins but she’s never wanted her world to be that small. She knows about homosexuals. Her mom’s got a cousin in Chicago who lives with his best friend, and she’s known Will Byers his whole life, was ready to stand with Jonathan between him and anyone who had a thing to say about it.

She’d felt silly, for a minute, that she thought Robin and Steve were together. And then she’d felt something else entirely. She pushed that away, when Robin brought her a milkshake and asked if they could take a walk, made herself soft as Robin stuttered and stumbled and landed, finally, so visibly nervous it made Nancy ache. “I like…I like women. Girls. In a…in a romantic way. I’m a lesbian.”

Leaning over, the chains of the swingset creaking, she put her hand on Robin’s. “Thank you for telling me.” Robin’s tears of relief had broken her heart.

She’d told Nancy about Vickie a few days later, cheeks red and fingers picking at her bottom lip. And Nancy had smiled and acted the way a friend should, asking questions and encouraging her. Two weeks later, Robin had shrugged it off with a little too much nonchalance, said they were too similar and Vickie wasn’t sure she was finished with her ex anyway and they were better off as friends. The better parts of Nancy hugged Robin and made cookies with her and Holly and made a fool of herself dancing and singing to David Bowie and Heart. The worse parts of her managed to develop a vicious grudge against Vickie while also celebrating that she could do something about the fact that someone had been dumb enough to let Robin go. Vickie’s loss.

She tries to see the Nancy’s gain part of that equation, too, because she thinks, maybe, it is her gain. Or it will be soon. She sees the way Robin looks back at her, the way she has started lifting her own arm for Nancy at movie nights, the way her grin turns crooked when Nancy laughs. So Nancy’s gain, as soon as she can bridge that last little gap. And Vickie really is nice enough. She and Robin really are friends. Still, Robin once mentioned Vickie’s order at the drive-thru, and now Nancy never brings Sprite to movie nights if she’s there.

She’s thrown out half the leftovers in the fridge. She can’t help herself. It’s unsanitary and she spends too much time here to let the place where she finds food and drink become a Petri dish. She’s washing her hands when she hears footsteps on the stairs and then movement at the door of the kitchen.

“Did you forget the tapes? I put them by the front door, I thought.”

It’s Robin, long legs hanging out of white and green checked boxers, an oversized blue t-shirt exposing her collarbone and part of one shoulder. She’s got on some of Steve’s basketball socks, and her hair is mussed like she just climbed out of bed. Nancy wants to shove her right back in.

“Nance,” she says, smiling big. “What’re you doing here?”

“My mom made chicken spaghetti,” she says, gesturing lamely at the fridge, and she knows she sounds strange, disaffected maybe, but she can’t focus on anything but Robin.

She doesn’t know why. She sees Robin in her sleep clothes often, wakes up with their legs tangled and has regularly scratched gently at her back under one of those big t-shirts. But there’s something different about this, about seeing Robin here, at 2:00 in the afternoon, sunlight streaming through Steve’s kitchen window and highlighting the patches of freckles on her thighs, the golden hair that covers her legs. Sleepy and vulnerable and soft and Nancy wants her.

She’s moving, and Robin’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Nance?” And then Nancy’s on her, hands bunched in the fabric of her shirt, mouth pressed hot against Robin’s. “Oh, fuck,” Robin whispers into the space she makes to breathe, but her eyes go dark and she’s got Nancy pressed against the counter, her hands on her hips and then lower, cupping her thighs. Nancy takes the hint, puts her own arms behind her on the counter and pushes as Robin lifts, mouth never leaving Nancy’s neck.

“Fuck,” she says again, teeth grazing Nancy’s skin, and Nancy’s head hits the upper cabinets with a thud. It’s loud enough that Robin pulls back to check on her. “Okay?” Nancy’s not sure she sees the nod, but her hand tugging Robin back to kiss her is answer enough, probably, or her tongue pressing against Robin’s with purpose.

Hands move across her body, over her back and shoulders, cupping her neck, running through her hair. Eventually, they work at the buttons of her shirt, but they’re distracted, a little shaky and Nancy bats them away gently, undoes the buttons herself as Robin splays her palms over her thighs. Robin’s nosing at her temple, pressing kisses to her jaw and licking at her neck, hot and gentle and everything Nancy wants. When she finally gets the buttons undone, she shrugs the shirt off and brings Robin’s hands up to her chest, sighs out as she feels them cup her over her bra.

“Jesus, Nancy. You’re so beautiful.” It’s reverent, disbelieving, and Nancy blinks open her eyes to find Robin, breathing hard but looking at her with a kind of awe that makes her blush. Robin Buckley, melting her. It’s not a surprise. Nancy needs her, badly, so she presses her chest out as shamelessly as she can, and Robin groans. “Fucking perfect. Oh my god. Am I still napping? Is this real?”

“You’re not napping,” Nancy says with affection and enough tease to make Robin duck her head. She misses Nancy’s hands moving behind her back, undoing her navy blue bra. She does not miss the way the bra loosens, head snapping back up and hands moving to tug at the straps, eyes fixed on Nancy’s chest. “This is real,” Nancy says, proud of the way her voice is steady as Robin begins to thumb at her nipples. “If you want it to be.”

Hands move around her back at that, Robin pressed to the counter between her knees as she kisses Nancy hard and filthy, holding her close. “Yeah, I fuckin’ want it,” she rasps as she moves back to bite at Nancy’s collarbone, and Nancy’s wetter than she’s ever been in her life. “Lemme show you, okay? Wanna show you.”

“Yeah, Robbie. Show me, baby.”

Robin pauses, places a gentle kiss to tender skin, and Nancy runs a hand through her hair. “You like that?”

It’s almost shy, the nod into her neck, and Nancy’s reminded of the fact that Robin’s never done this, not just the sex, because Nancy’s never done it quite like this either, is astounded by Robin’s confidence, frankly, but the affection, the closeness. The relationship. That’s what Nancy wants, and that’s what she wants to give Robin.

She tucks her index finger under Robin’s chin and brings Robin back up, leans forward to kiss her softly, a short, sure press of her lips. “Baby,” she says again, and this kind of softness is new for her, too, but it doesn’t feel dangerous. Robin bites her lower lip, her hands running up Nancy’s thighs to come rest on her waist.

“Hi,” she says, still shy, and Nancy’s in danger of falling apart.

Instead, she traces Robin’s left eyebrow. “Hi,” she echoes. “I’m sorry I threw myself at you without saying hello first.”

Robin’s eyebrow twitches under her finger as she grins. “Literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Please do that whenever you want.”

“I think I’ll probably generally say hello first.” Robin lights up, so pleased, and Nancy leans forward to kiss her again. “But good to know I have permission to skip it if I need to.”

Need, Robin mouths to herself, and Nancy rolls her eyes.

“I had plans, you know. To ask you out properly and bring you flowers and kiss you good night.”

Robin laughs and Nancy arches an eyebrow. “I am absolutely not kidding.” Robin’s staring at her, wide-eyed, and Nancy puts on her best I know what I’m doing face. “Actually. Robin, are you free Friday night? I’ve been hoping to take you out, if that’s something you’d be interested in.”

There is, almost unbelievably and absolutely embarrassingly, a nervous edge to her voice. Robin’s eyes blink, taking her in, and then she’s hugging Nancy, long arms wrapped tight around her waist as she nods. “Yes. Yeah. I’m free Friday.”

“Good.” Her hand buries itself in Robin’s hair, keeping her close. “I’ll pick you up at 6.”

“Nancy.” Her head shakes lightly. “Sweetheart,” she tries softly, and Nancy closes her eyes as her heart thuds happily, humming her approval. She’d never used pet names, really, hated it, when Steve and Jon used them. She doesn’t hate this at all. Arms loosening, Robin’s hands begin roaming over the exposed skin of Nancy’s back. She shivers, fingers tightening, and Robin whimpers. “You feel so good.”

“I want your hands on me all the time,” she confesses, and is rewarded with the tips of Robin’s fingers digging into her skin, short nails just enough to make her hiss.

“I want my hands on you all the time.” Her voice is back to that low, broken sound, and Nancy lets her free hand run down Robin’s back and over her ribs, resting against her sternum.

“Do you want to keep going?”

It’s a serious question and she asks it seriously, but Robin barely takes a second to answer. “Yes.” She flattens her palms again. “I’m nervous,” she admits. “But I don’t want to stop.”

“You’re doing a great job so far.” Maybe she shouldn’t say it, shouldn’t cant her hips or squeeze her thighs around Robin’s body where it rests between them. She does, though, and Robin doesn’t seem to mind, trying to press further forward into Nancy. Her hands move back around, slow, stopping below her breasts. Robin’s eyes are careful but wanting, her breath growing ragged again, as Nancy leans close, says against her lips, “Touch me.”

That’s all the permission Robin needs, her hands moving with confidence, thumbs catching and pinching her nipples until Nancy’s arching for her, mouth gasping against Robin’s. “Harder,” she says, and Robin groans her approval, pulling with intention and leaving Nancy’s mouth for her jaw, her ear, her neck. Her mouth is greedy, and Nancy’s happy to give her whatever she wants, hands buried in her hair encouragingly.

When her mouth moves lower, taking a nipple into her mouth and moaning happily around it, Nancy reaches down and undoes her jeans herself. Robin notices, stops sucking so she can help, pulling at the fabric while Nancy lifts her hips. She takes her panties, too, at Nancy’s nod, and then her bare ass is on the kitchen counter, her pants bunched at her ankles, which was not in her plan for today, but she could give a shit, really, because Robin’s running a finger through the mess that she’s become, cursing into the air as she watches herself touch Nancy.

“So wet,” she says, fascinated and precious, grazing Nancy’s clit and making her hips jump.

“For you,” Nancy says, because she wants Robin to know, and the look she gets back has her hips moving again.

“What should I…how?” She says, and Nancy kisses her, licks at her bottom lip and sucks it into her mouth. Robin’s finger is still moving, but she looks dazed when Nancy pulls away.

“Inside,” Nancy says. “Want to feel you.”

Tentatively, she slides her middle finger into Nancy, both of their eyes watching, and when she pushes past the second knuckle, Nancy closes her eyes and makes a breathy, broken sound of pleasure, because she feels good, and because it’s Robin.

“Okay?”

“Mmhmm. Yeah. Yes. Good, Robbie. You feel so good.”

“Oh my god,” she says, and then starts a narration that has Nancy shaking. “You’re so wet and so warm and so tight. God. I can’t. You feel so good, Nance. Fuck. Fuck.”

Her finger’s moving slowly, in and out, and then she crooks it, feeling and pressing and Nancy’s eyes fly open. Robin’s so focused, it takes her a second to notice, another second of her touching Nancy exactly the right way, and it must show on her face because Robin gets the look she gets when she wins an argument with Dustin. Smug. Nancy clenches around her.

“More,” she says, and Robin’s sliding a second finger in, the pads moving and pressing as she thrusts.

Her mouth moves to Nancy’s, their kisses deep, and then she kisses down again, biting at Nancy’s left breast and taking a nipple into her mouth. Her tongue moves against it, and Nancy holds her to her chest with one hand while she slips the other between her legs, finding her clit.

“Shit,” Robin says as she pulls away, panting. “Yes. God. Touch yourself for me.”

Moving to do just that, Nancy wonders idly if she and Steve have been taking advantage of the little adult section behind the curtain in the back room at the store. Is there lesbian porn there? Is it any good? She has doubts on both counts. The pictures in the magazines she’d found under Jonathan’s mattress had seemed ridiculous, but the stories had been…okay. Her mind refocuses as she dips her fingers lower to get them wet, bumping Robin’s and causing them both to groan. She’s ready, like a livewire, and as soon as her fingers start moving, she knows it won’t be long.

Maybe Robin knows, too, because she leaves Nancy’s chest to whisper filthy things in her ear. “Wanna feel you come for me. Can feel how close you are, so tight around my fingers already. So hot. You wanna come, Nancy?” She whimpers her response. “Wanna come with me inside you? Promise I won’t stop until you tell me. Come on, baby. Come for me.”

She does, Robin’s fingers crooked perfectly inside her and her middle finger working furiously against herself. Robin keeps her promise and doesn’t stop, keeps fucking into her as Nancy clenches around her, body rocking and shaking as her orgasm rolls through her. Eventually, she takes her own hand away, leaning back against the counter with her palms braced.

Robin follows her, kissing her softly and then letting Nancy tuck her into her neck, warm lips grazing skin and nose running along her jaw.

“Holy shit, you’re gorgeous,” she whispers, and Nancy feels the flush in her cheeks, the honesty of it overwhelming. She’s still inside her, and she’s making no move to leave, and Nancy, Nancy doesn’t want her to. In fact…she rolls her hips in a test, and a cry punches out of her, unexpected.

“Nance?”

Anticipating that Robin might try to pull away, Nancy catches her wrist and holds her still and close, grinding again, moaning loudly.

“Fuck,” Robin says. “Fuck. Gonna give me more, sweetheart?”

Fluttering her eyes open, she meets blue and bites her lip. Normally, she can make herself come more than once in a night, but she needs time. She’s never done it with a partner, rarely ever came at all with Jon or Steve, unless her own hand was involved and her eyes were closed. But right now?

“I want to,” she answers, and Robin looks determined. “I want you,” she adds, tugging at Robin’s earlobe affectionately, like she’s not riding her fingers on Steve’s kitchen counter and begging to get fucked again.

Robin kisses her softly, and then less softly, and then her fingers are moving and she’s saying, like maybe she’s just as wrecked as Nancy, “Can you take another?” And Nancy’s nodding because she can and because she wants it.

Robin’s third finger stretches her open, and it’s so good, the ache of it, the pressure, the way she shifts inside Nancy to keep the friction where she wants it. She slips her second hand down, thumb taking over the job Nancy had been doing a few minutes ago, and she experiments until Nancy says, “Like that, like that,” her hands gripping at Robin’s shoulders over the sleep shirt she should’ve made her take off.

Her breath is heavy near Nancy’s ear, and Nancy’s louder than she’s ever been, little noises and affirmations constant in the air between them, and then she’s tightening, and Robin’s saying, “Yeah, Nancy, good girl, come for me,” and Nancy does, and, miraculously, shaking as she holds herself against Robin’s body, she wants more.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she says breathlessly, disbelievingly, moving a soothing hand to Robin’s hair and explaining when she hears the concerned noise she makes. “I want more.” She laughs at herself, makes a pitchy, wanting sound when Robin flexes, still inside her, at the admission.

“Let me give you more,” she says simply, just as breathless. “Let me…” She pauses and Nancy waits, focuses on her breath and not on the fingers spreading her open. “I want to go down on you.” She can’t help the clench, and Robin’s moan makes her do it again, and holy shit, she’s so close already, so, so close, and she could come like this, again, but Robin’s mouth is on offer.

“Yes.”

“Yeah?” It’s genuine, like maybe she doesn’t know how easily Nancy would beg if she asked her, if that were what she wanted.

“Yes. Please.”

But when Robin kisses her, shifts her arm to get a better angle, get closer, her fingers press just right again, and Nancy’s so full of her and wants to stay that way, needs to stay that way. She clutches Robin to her, and Robin understands, starting steady, slow movements of her fingers. Her other hand comes up between them, teases over her breasts and stops at her neck, cupping carefully, thumb running the faint scar that runs the circumference. Robin has one to match, a thin white line that catches Nancy’s eye when she laughs in the right light, head thrown back. She moves to kiss it now, an impulse she can finally indulge.

Robin’s hand moves, the base of her palm adjusting so that Nancy can grind against it. “Robin,” she sighs against her neck. “Yes.”

It probably wouldn’t be enough, normally, but she’s so sensitive, so ready, that it’s more than enough, her body freezing in pleasure in a way that catches her by surprise. She shakes, again, breathing out against Robin’s collarbone, her hand now holding the back of Nancy’s head, her fingers still slowly moving.

“I want to do that forever.”

It’s an inside thought that escaped, which Nancy knows even before Robin’s body tenses. She kisses her neck in reassurance, her nails digging into the fabric over her shoulder blades.

“Sounds good to me.” It’s quiet but steady, and it makes Robin relax under her, press a kiss to Nancy’s head.

Her brain doesn’t whir over the exchange the way it usually might, something about three orgasms, probably, and about Robin, definitely, giving her space to breathe. They have months before they go to college to figure things out, and they’ll be in the same city when they do eventually go, and so what, anyway. She means it. It does sound good.

Nancy has spent the last few years making herself hard, being what other people needed her to be, and this isn’t that. This is letting herself be nineteen and in love and wanting, maybe for the first time.

With another kiss to Robin’s neck, she leans back on the counter. Deep pink covers Robin’s cheeks and the bit of her chest that’s exposed, and she’s biting her bottom lip, and Nancy smiles at her and then looks down, to where Robin’s still inside her.

“Oh my god,” she laughs, mostly to herself. “This is insane.” When she looks back up, the smug tilt is coming back to Robin’s lips and Nancy’s very into it, but she wants to gain back a little ground, just for the fun of it. “Still interested in going down on me?”

It works, smug replaced by an almost innocent eagerness, a rapid head nod. “Yeah. Yep. Super interested. Please.”

Overcome by fondness, Nancy pulls her close again, kissing her before nodding. “Okay.”

They separate, Robin reluctantly removing herself from Nancy, wincing in sympathy as Nancy does and kissing her soundly, murmuring sweet things to her as she holds her close and then moves to tug her panties and pants up where they’re caught on her sneakers, helps her settle on the floor again.

She links their fingers, bringing Nancy’s hand up to kiss her knuckles and smile shyly, and Nancy’s got butterflies, wants and wants and wants.

Robin’s room, the one she uses at least five nights a week, though she technically still has one at her parents’ house, is next to Steve’s, and she apologizes, hand at the back of her neck, for the mess. It isn’t a surprise. Nancy’s been here before, slept tucked next to Robin in her perpetually unmade bed. She knows how to navigate the piles of books and cassettes and pens and notebooks. She recognizes the drawing pad open on the desk, makes a note to move the two glasses of water that sit beside it, both nearly full, and bring her a fresh one. The clothes Nancy assumes Robin was wearing earlier are tossed over the back of the desk chair while dirty laundry sits in a small hill in the corner. It smells like her, sour candy and leather and lavender. It makes Nancy feel easy in herself. It makes Nancy feel close to her.

She’s still topless, but she bends down to unlace her sneakers and toe them off, kicking them out of the way and then shucking her jeans and underwear unceremoniously. Robin watches her, licks her lips, and then pulls her own shirt over her head, pulls her boxers and the briefs she wore under them down her legs and kicks them into the dirty pile.

“Fair’s fair,” she says with a shrug, but there are nerves in her face and in her posture and Nancy, breath gone at the sight of her, can’t have that.

She’s kissing her, hands tracing paths up new skin, and she presses her back into the bed, climbing over her and straddling her thighs.

“Fuck, Robin. You’re perfect.” She means it, absolutely, her eyes wandering over gorgeous tits and patches of freckles spanning her ribs, the dusting of hair below her belly button and the dark blonde that covers her, just above where Nancy’s settled herself. Robin’s looking up at her, vulnerable, the sharp cut of her jaw and line of her nose familiar and no less striking every single time. Nancy wants so badly to give her everything she can.

“Can I touch you?” Her hands are resting neutrally on her stomach.

“Y-yeah. Please. If-if you want to.”

She stretches her hands and body out at that, smiling sharply. “I want to,” she confirms, and then takes Robin’s nipple into her mouth.

She cries out, a hand holding the back of Nancy’s head, and Nancy sucks harder, pleased, rolling her hips against Robin’s thighs and humming at the relief of it. Her other hand comes up to work her other breast.

She takes a sharp breath, overcome. Nancy has come to understand she’s a homosexual over the last several months, had just had the best sexual experience of her life in an objectively uncomfortable position with her clothes tangled at her ankles because it had been Robin touching her, but the difference in the way she feels when she touches Robin still nearly strikes her dumb. She wants to be everywhere, to touch and taste and hear the sounds she makes.

“Nancy,” Robin says, almost begging. “Nancy, please.”

She pulls herself off and sits up to meet Robin’s eyes. She’s barely touched her, has much more she wants to do, but she takes pity on Robin, writhing as much as she can with Nancy pinning her down.

“I’ve got you, baby.” She bends to kiss her, and then she’s kissing down again, over her sternum and her ribs, nosing at her belly button and then at the hair beneath. “Okay?” She asks, and Robin nods frantically.

“You smell so good,” she observes, as much a happy note for herself as for Robin. Yeah, absolutely a homosexual, she thinks again, desire running through her like fire. She wants to bury herself in Robin, so she does, nose and tongue and then her fingers, gently with another nod from her girl. Her girl, tight around Nancy and letting out perfect moans and little pleading mewling sounds, one hand in the sheets and the other in Nancy’s over her hip.

“Nancy, Nancy. I’m gonna come. Oh my god, I’m gonna-“

She’s so tight, her knees bending up and her thighs clenching around Nancy’s head and then falling to the bed, sprawling and boneless like the rest of her. Nancy grins, wipes the back of her hand across her mouth, and crawls up her body. Their kiss tastes like Robin, whose eyes are dazed, arms wrapping around Nancy and holding her close. Her heart beats quickly against Nancy’s ear. Being skin to skin with her this way is so good Nancy isn’t sure how she’s going to avoid the temptation when Robin stays over.

“You’re so good at that.” The preening is reflexive and she doesn’t try to stop it, not that Robin can see it, except maybe she knows anyway, an amused huff raising Nancy’s head with her chest and her hands scratching at her back.

“I’ll get better with practice.” It’s important to her, being competent. This is an area where she hopes to excel.

She can feel Robin’s laughter, or the tired form of it she can manage. “I mean, you’re at an A+ already, summa cum laude, all of it, but uh, I am definitely here to help with practice. Whenever. Wherever.”

“Why are you here?” It’s a thought she hadn’t bothered with, much, much better things to think about, but Steve had told her the house would be empty, had reminded her of the spare key. “At home, I mean. Today. Steve said nobody would be here.”

“Oh, yeah. I was supposed to be in Indy. There’s an exhibit at Newfields I wanted to see, but the bus didn’t run, so I fucked around at the library for a minute and then came home to nap.”

“Sorry you didn’t get to go.”

Robin snorts, holds her closer. “I’m really, really not.”

Pressing another kiss to her sternum, Nancy says, “Wanna go with me? To the exhibit? I’ve got time tomorrow or, I know I said 6 on Friday but we could go earlier.”

“You wanna drive to Indy to go to a basket and quilting exhibit with me? I’d like you to actually keep dating me, Nance. You really don’t need to do that.”

It’s light, easy, and Nancy tries to keep her response the same, manages, mostly. “I like watching you get excited about things. It’s one of the things that made me want to date you in the first place. Teach me about baskets, Buckley.”

It’s true, the shift from annoyed to endeared happening rapid-fire when Nancy realized Robin is, genuinely, just being herself. She likes languages and art and music, has spent her whole life trying to keep herself entertained in a town that does its best to keep the world small. It had been no surprise when she’d gotten into Chicago, eyes alight with possibility once Hopper made clear the government would be footing the bill.

“Okay,” she says quietly. “Yeah. Let’s go look at baskets.” She shifts, and Nancy goes with the movement, ends up on her back with a very naked Robin Buckley boxing her in, a dangerous smile on her face. “But first…”

She’s warm and eager and Nancy tilts her head back and sighs as she works her way down.

#ronance #ronance fic #ronance smut #ronance kinktober

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crazylittlejester · 8 months ago

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I’m gonna go on a crazy ass rant because I’m upset and also very tired

A huge reason as to why I characterize Warriors the way that I do, regarding his fear of being poisoned and his food anxiety, is a way to explain myself and my own anxieties caused by my allergies, because when I say to someone I don’t think I can eat the food at the party/function/their house EVEN IF it was specifically made to be free of my allergens, they just don’t understand why I can’t eat it. They just don’t understand that just because it’s ‘safe’ doesn’t mean I feel safe enough to eat it, because there’s always that lingering ‘What if’ in my mind that food made outside of my vision is contaminated somehow.

It is so HARD to explain to people the genuine fear that you are going to die because a food created an odd texture in your mouth and you gave yourself a panic attack over nothing. It breaks my heart every time I go to my friends house and her mom offers to make me food because I’ve been at her house for thirteen hours and haven’t eaten a meal with them, because even though she cleans everything and offers to let me watch her make it, there’s still this loud screaming voice in my mind saying that that food is not safe to eat. And it just NEVER goes away. I feel awful because her mom is so sweet and willing to help me, and I just can’t ever accept because I manage to convince myself it’s contaminated every time

I have been dealing with this for my entire life and never not once have I been able to get someone to understand what this feels like or seen it shown in a media form anywhere. I’ve had family and therapists both just tell me to get over myself, because I’m being ‘ridiculous’ and the craziest thing to me EVER is that for the first time in nineteen years, I have had an outlet to throw this frustration into. Warriors and the food issues I have given him are so important to me because for the first time in my life I can explain this fear through a character and even if people may not relate or really, truly get what it’s like, they understand. They understand and they recognize it as a valid fear, and it’s because of a fanfiction about a traumatized war hero. (which is INSANE to me that this is what it took for people to understand, but you know what, I’ll take it)

This rant was inspired because I opened a sealed container of ice cream and the allergen labels were incorrect and now I can’t eat it and I’ve wasted money and I’m so upset and it’s been a really long week, but also because I never saw anyone talking about this when I was a kid, and if I’d had someone there to represent me like this, or just be there for me to connect with, I would’ve felt a lot better. Understanding allergies and food restrictions is so important for so many reasons, the most important being that if you know how to help someone, you can save their LIFE. And for other people who feel the same way I do, it’s so GOOD to know you’re not alone and that there’s someone out there who gets what you’re dealing with

If I can make people understand what it’s like to live life this way, then that is so important to me. If I can explain to people what to do in an emergency situation because their friend is having a allergic reaction, I will, because not enough people understand how allergies work, and I’m sick and tired of hearing stories about kids with allergies who were peer pressured into eating when they didn’t feel comfortable and then suffering the consequences, and I am TIRED of seeing companies mislabel their fucking food.

Also do NOT be afraid to ask any friends or classmates or coworkers with allergies how to use an epi pen because You Could Save Their Life. If anyone is curious, I’LL tell you, or look up a youtube video I’m sure there are some on there

Anyways, this is why I give Warriors the food issues I do in my fics, for anyone else out there with allergies who’s ever felt invalidated by people telling them their anxieties were stupid, and so people who have no idea what it’s like to fear your food will kill you can try to understand that this is the irritating reality for some of your peers. (not that everyone with allergies has this exact experience, I have a friend with allergies who just eats whatever and prays it wont kill them, but I know now that there are plenty of people out there with allergies who DO have this experience)

Sorry for kinda ranting, (I’m just a little guy 🥺), but this is something that is so hugely important to me, and sorry Warriors but you had too similar of a problem so now you get my exact issues 🫶

#linked universe #lu warriors #tw vent #kind of?? tagging it just in case #anyways i am FINE just really annoyed 🕺🕺🕺#jes talks #jes rambles #jes rants

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all-pacas · 2 months ago

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do you think the foretaub bestie era started when they got high together during lockdown?

i think that's a good bet! especially for foreman, three important things happen in that episode:

a) he gets high with taub. foreman is so restrained. he never lets loose, he never relaxes. the first three seasons of the show, he's with cameron and chase every day and he's always kind of on guard, you know? he never opens up to them, he blatantly thinks he's better than them, they have moments where they get along or joke around, certainly, but they're work friends at best. we see it later with thirteen too: she likes him, he likes her, but she feels lonely with him. he can't open up. getting high is a silly way to get around that, but… he let loose. he was just being silly. having fun.

b) taub read his resume. foreman was forced to open up to him. he told taub about his inferiority complex. he admits to taub his biggest vulnerability and fear. and sure, he's high. but still. foreman usually brushes people off. he never does that.

c) and…………he saw taub's resume lmao. let's face it. foreman is kind of a snob. he doesn't really respect his coworkers; he thinks he's better than them. openly. to their faces. taub has never flexed or bragged about his qualifications, but per foreman, he has the strongest resume of anyone in the department. he was a prodigy! he was going to 3rd world countries and helping children! and foreman's kind of a snob! taub is suddenly not just his weird coworker, he's a great doctor. they both have insecurities. taub doesn't think foreman's is anything to worry about.

they definitely came out of that episode with a much larger respect and understanding of one another. they know one another's secrets. they connect. best friends of all time

#malpractice posting #taubman #chris taub #eric foreman #taubman has EXACTLY the same 'oh shit we know one another's deepest secrets' vibes as chase-13 #except foreman and taub are grappling with inferiority and chase and 13 are grappling with murder

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lurkingshan · 10 months ago

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Cherry Magic Episode 11

WE ARE BEGINNING TODAY WITH A PRIMAL SCREAM BESTIES!!!

Okay now that that's out of our system, let's talk about the anti-episode 11 of doom that this glorious show just delivered to us. If you, like me, are both an OG Cherry Magic fan and a Dark Blue Kiss TayNew girlie from way back, you will understand the depth of my satisfaction at seeing these two particular actors playing these two particular characters and delivering a love scene of that caliber. I never thought in my wildest dreams I would be so blessed by this drama. I am verklempt.

And it is extra sweet because the lead up to this consummation was so excellent. Achi and Karan managed to turn this temporary separation into a way to strengthen their relationship by working on their communication, and every moment of it was so sweet. They have grown leaps and bounds with their comfort and trust in each other. Karan was an ideal partner to Achi as he took on this new work challenge, and Achi has gotten so much better at reciprocating affection, stating his feelings out loud, and making Karan feel secure. I loved the way Karan gave him smart advice for bonding with his new coworkers, that Achi did so well with the assignment, and that Achi even found the courage to come out to his colleagues. And he did it all without leaning on his mind reading powers at all! He has grown so much and he doesn't need them anymore.

After weathering all of that, it made perfect sense that this was the moment for them to deepen their relationship and say goodbye to Achi's powers forever. I loved Karan's confidence that they were ready for this; his thirst for Achi has been present the whole time, but he has not been in a rush to get to physical intimacy even with the powers between them. He wanted it to be right, and he found his moment. Achi clearly felt the same, because "I would regret not loving you" has got to be the most romantic thing that has ever come out of his mouth. They're in love, your honor! The joy radiating from both of them after they slept together is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, and I am just floating on a cloud thinking about how happy they are and how much they deserve it.

Some other stuff happened in this ep, too, I guess? I liked it all but Karan and Achi really booted it out of my mind... Oh right, Jinta and Min were also here demonstrating A+ supportive partner behavior, and we love to see it. Achi's new office gang was delightful. And Pai and Rock! I think I like where they are landing with this story for them. I liked that they gave Pai a properly nuanced reaction to Rock's confession. She was clearly touched by the gesture but she was not swooning in that scene, she did not jump into his arms, she continued to hesitate (which he saw), she asked if she could take the bear and not him lol. She likes Rock but she doesn't really reciprocate his feelings. I expect that next week they will end this on a somewhat open note, with her agreeing to try dating but putting up some boundaries, or even saying she't not sure and needs more time. I don't expect her to reject him, but I don't think there will be a full HEA either, because it's not where she is emotionally. I hope they'll leave room for interpretation re: how it all works out for them.

#cherry magic th #cherry magic thailand #thai bl #shan shouts into the void #every version of this i tried to post with the sex scene gifs got snatched btw #tumblr still sucks

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thequietkid-moonie · 1 month ago

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Loving them just the way they are

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Tiana, Ariel ]

[ The princess and the Frog ] [ The little mermaid ]

This is one of those stories where despite been in love that love just can't be, or at least not at the moment

A bittersweet prompt, I know, but I wanted to explore this posibility and what better than with ladies so lovable, determinated and with a big dream to achive?

Tiana

Loving Tiana is so easy and yet so dificult, she is an incredibly lovable and caring person, getting to know her and get close enough to be consider friends isn't exactly dificult, the problem comes by how invested she is on her wish to make her father's dream come true

Tiana is optimistic and charismatic, anyone who knows her can say good things about her and her delicious food so there is no doubt that with her hard work she would be able to make her wish come true, but since she is so invested on that same dream she barely looks away from the road ahead to make that dream come true

No matter if you are a regular costumer or even a coworker Tiana always greet you with a smile and is always up for a small chat, that small chats with a good friend always manage to bright up her day, it makes it up a little for her exhaustation and even if you show support or end up complimenting her for being such hard worker that will give her a small boost to keep going

Tiana doesn't like to complain or bother you with her burden, she believes that this is her burden and her alone to carry because at the end her hard work will be rewarded so it would take a long time before she grows comfortable enough to start talking about how exhausted she is or how much she have been working to be able to make her dream come true by her own hands, and even when she finally lets herself express her burden a little she always reasure you with a smile that she is fine, she will do it!

Tiana is incredibly lovable, she is really kind and determinated and once you get to know her it would be dificult to don't like her and wish the best for her, but the problem of loving Tiana is that even if you are willing to offer help she will not accept it, she wants to achive this goal by herself in the name of her and her father!

As well, Tiana's mind is so focused and busy on opening the restaurant of her dreams that no matter how much you try to express your feeling she would not really notice it, she grow used to your company and support and thats how it will stay in her mind, even if deep down the feelings are actually corresponded she is too focused on her goal to notice it

At the end loving her just the way she is its bittersweet because it lead to a unsure future where the posibility of been corresponded is not clear but it doesn't ereaser the oportunity of being close to her and watching and cheering for her to make her lifelong dream come true

Ariel

Loving Ariel is quite problematic and not exactly because of wich family she comes from, actually the worst it can happen is being teased by her sisters, even her father would be easier to deal with than the wild adventures Ariel likes to go to, you aren't forced to go along with her but for being her friend you are forced to at least hear all her ranting about it and see her little human treasures she had found

Loving Ariel just the way she is can bring you a lot of troubles from time to time, even if you two aren't caught you two always have to sneak away from the others just to explore or to visit Scuttle, it means having to always come up with excuses to have time to go and investigate without letting anyone know whats going on

Ariel is young, full of life and curiosity so it would be understandable if you fell fascinanted by her and end up getting dragged to her adventures it is highly posible to happen, even if you aren't as interested as she is but still choose to company her or hear her ranting is something that she apreciate a lot! But if you are interested or even as fascinated as she is about the human world then she would be even more happy and will spend all her free time with you just talking and speculating how the human world it is

But as problematic as it can be it can also be incredibly funny and Ariel always makes sure of that! She feels slighly guilty for bringing you troubles but is also feels grateful for your company and support what lead her to feel incredibly comfortable to speak her mind out, from what just she have found to her dream to visit the human world! she shows you her new and even her old treasures while talking with so much love and passion that it can makes the difficulties and problems all worthy

Loving Ariel just the way she is leads to a lot of funny situations, even if there is danger whenever you go exploring she always manage to make it a quite funny experience, besides she is agile and is already used to the threats that are out there so she always manage to protect the two of you if needed, besides since she feels comfortable with you and trust you enough you are welcome to come to her secret place with all her treasures and thats where she is the happiest for what she would end up infecting you with her happiness

Loving Ariel just the way she is has its ups and down, it can be a roller coaster of emotions and adventures but at the end it may not end well, even when the chances of Ariel feeling the same are high she is determinated to know the human world, her true love is that mesmerizing mistery that is the humans and she doesn't know what she would do if she ever has to choose

#disney x reader #the princess and the frog #the princess and the frog x reader #princess tiana #tiana #tiana x reader #the little mermaid #the little mermaid x reader #princess ariel #ariel #ariel x reader #x reader #x gn reader #cartoon x reader

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maggyme13 · 16 days ago

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Moving atop the Underworld (13/?)

Ellie just moved into a new flat. Introducing herself to her downstairs neighbor with a cake she did not realize what the future held for her and him. And what had an asshole coworker to do with it?

AN: I am deeply sorry! I know i kinda promised this chapter to be posted 2 Weeks or so ago. But, yeah, Jobhunt and so on came in the way... sorry!

Don´t like-> Don´t Read, Minors DNI

Warning: SMUT

Wordcount: around 2.4k

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Part 12

“You know what I am regretting right now?”, Sy hummed, one hand on the wheel, the other resting just above Ellie´s knee, “That I did not make you wear the blue Dress with the slit on the side. Would it make it so much easier for me now.”

Little sparks of energy followed the softest movements of his strong fingers up her thigh and a moan-like groan left her throat when he squeezed just below the juncture of her legs.

“Say, Wife, how much do you like this dress?”, he asked, his voice deeper than usual, but when she turned to face him his whole concentration was on the traffic around them.

“It´s comfy a- and I like the color.”, she answered, wondering what he was playing at, “Why?”

Now a smirk danced on his lips and he slightly cocked his head a bit to send a sideways glance.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” She answered, however immediately pouted, and then looked confused when he removed his hand from its resting place only to hold a short curved knife a second later.

Where did he suddenly get that from?

Her eyes stared at the reflecting and dangerous object she did not notice the car stop at a red light and he turned fully towards her.

“Ellie, do you still trust me?”, he inquired, his eyes unrelenting and taking in any twitch of reaction might give.

“I trust you.”, she answered her eyes finding his.

Sy was still staring her in the eyes when, after a flick of his wrist, he managed to cut the fabric of the dress from her hip down to the hem without the cold knife even touching her skin.

“Better.”, he chuckled just when the traffic light turned green and he continued getting them home.

“That was expensive.”, Ellie breathed. Her brain momentarily circuited in the process of understanding what had just happened.

Why did I say that? What the Hell Ellie?

“Debatable.”, he chuckled, and any rebuttal she might have had was silenced when his hand returned to its previous spot. This time however beneath the skirt directly on her skin. Teasing small circles and giving small pinches here and there.

Up and down her leg he went. Up and down and down and up each time slightly different.

More and more heat gathered within her belly and arousal between her legs. And just when it reached the point where Ellie couldn´t bear it anymore, Sy stopped the car once again and made her look at him.

“Last chance to tell me NO. I will make sure you get inside safely, then stay at the villa for the night, and return with breakfast in the morning. No hard feelings.”, his voice was husky. Eyes filled with need and want, but he still was willing to put his very obvious needs behind hers.

In place of answering him directly, she engulfed him in a deep kiss, her hands finding the buttons of his dress shirt and started opening them. His lips caught the surprise yelp her throat let loose when one of his strong arms sneaked under her backside and pulled her out of the car with him the very next second. With his free hand, Sy let them into the house, opening every door with so much ease Ellie did not even realize he had carried her inside until she found herself laying on their bed with her Husband standing over her.

His jacket lay in a disregarded pile next to him on the floor, his tie joining barely a second later followed by the shirt. Gaze hot and hungry he stared down at his flushed wife. Her dress fanned open like a halo around her, the new slit allowing him a peek at her covered core.

“So beautiful.”, he growled, his abdominal muscles, forearms, and hands twitching in anticipation of what they would do soon.

Regardless of his yearning and arousal, the man stood still, not only not wanting to accidentally scare her but also relishing the hot looks and bit lip she gifted him with.

“Ellie, do you trust me?”, he breathed, needing to hear it one more time before going further.

“Alexander Captain Syverson.”, Ellie gulped opening her legs in invitation and with no idea where that boldness was coming from, “Fuck me, please.”

“Soon, but first I am gonna do something I wanted to do for so very long.”

“Wha-? SY!”, she squealed in surprise when he knelt where he stood at the foot of the bed and pulled her to the edge. Her legs now resting on each of his shoulders and her core was right in front of his face.

“Can you reach those pillows? I want you to put them under your back and look at me while I make you scream on my fingers and tongue.”, the man kissed against the cloth still covering her pussy.

Doing as she was told, Ellie turned and reached for those pillows. Barely able to get a hold she tried to move up just a bit, but his hands on her hips kept her from doing so.

“Trying to get away from me?”, he teased, his hums sending vibrations through her lower belly.

“Arghh.”, she moaned and was finally able to grab the pillows and prop them up against under her shoulders.

“Good. Now let me hear you when I ravish you.”

A second later her underwear was gone, ripped into pieces, and any complaints she might have died on her tongue when he licked through her folds only for his lips to kiss her lower lips.

“Syyyy...”, Ellie moaned already feeling an orgasm forming and her hands searched to find something to ground herself to, finding that something in her husband's head. One of her hands settled on the back of his head, subconsciously pressing him further against her core, and the other on her right breast, squeezing and playing with it before switching sides. Now with the added pressure from her, his angle changed and his beard added to the feelings she was experiencing.

“You taste so good. Like honey.”, he praised, “Now give me one more on my fingers.”

“Fing- Aahhhhh.”

“Soo tense already. Just feeling me enter you made you come like this I can´t wait to feel and hear what my dick will do to you.”

“Yes pleAAse. Sy.”, she moaned, no screaming again, when he added a second finger and then a third.

Soon a third orgasm wrecked her body. One so strong Ellie´s hips raised from the bed and her legs shook.

“So beautiful.”, Sy kissed his way up to her throat and face, “Ready?”

She nodded eagerly her breath already hitching in her throat, and she bit her lower lip in anticipation when he slowly got off the bed and got rid of the last parts of clothing. Now completely bare in front of his wife the enforcer allowed the reality of what was to come to register in her mind and give her one last opportunity to stop everything. It would be hard for him to leave, harder than his throbbing dick was at this moment, but he would do so without an angry or disappointed thought towards her.

But there was no need for him to fear rejection.

“You are taking too long.”, she mumbled while crawling towards, him and reaching out for him.

“I am sorry.”, he breathed now back on the bed with his fingers beneath her chin and lips hovering over hers, “Just enjoyed the view. But now I will enjoy you.”

Immediately his one hand got a hold on the back of her head, his lips ravishing hers, and he guided her back onto the bed.

With gentle rolls of his muscular hips Sy wet his dick with her arousal before entering slowly. With every small thrust, a little moan left Ellie´s throat and soon those were stolen by his lips.

“You feel so good around me.”, he kissed down her jaw and neck, his beard tickling the skin, “Fit me so well. Don´t know how long I will last like this.”

His thrusts became stronger and more erratic with every passing moment, his jaw locked in concentration to last longer all the while his eyes burned with want and adoration before closing in an attempt to delay the inevitable.

“No.”, Ellie moaned, matching his thrusts, “Don´t. Look. Away. Please. I want to see you.”

Her hands moved up the tensing muscles of his abdomen, through the short fluff of his strong chest, over his shoulders, and to the back of his head to pull him into a deep kiss. “Please.”

“Fuck.”, Sy hissed, giving her one last sloppy kiss before staring into her eyes and stilling.

“I am not done with you for tonight.”, he rumbled, “Next time won´t be over this quick.”

“Next- times?”

“You didn´t think I would allow you out of bed now that I finally have you here. Did you? Not sorry to tell you that you won´t be able to walk properly come morning.”, he chuckled turning the two of them so he laid on his back and Ellie was laying on top of him. One hand on each Ass cheek.

“Sy, I need to clean up or I´ll get ill.”, Ellie mumbled a while later all relaxed from her husband's caresses, “Not wanting to, but I need to get up.”

“Time for a shower then.”

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Everything hurt in a good way when Ellie woke up the next morning engulfed by warmth and soft hands caressing her skin.

“Morning.”, she whispered relishing the intimacy. Finally, she knew where she stood with her Husband. He did not simply put a brave face on, but that he indeed had feelings for her. Feelings she had feared to have been developed one-sided by her over the weeks. Feelings she had only realized how deep they were the evening prior.

“Good morning Ellie.”, Sy kissed her exposed shoulder, “Feeling good to get up? Or would you like me to get the breakfast to you?”

“What time´s it?”

“Suns up. That´s all you need to know.”, he hummed, “Would you like Waffels, or Bagels, or something else?”

“Surprise me. I´ll go to the bathroom and then help you with whatever you decide.”, she whispered turning around and kissing him on the lips, her fingers playing with his chest hair and ghosting over his nipples.

“As much as I would love to continue last night, you need to eat and drink. And if we start now, there will be no leaving the bed until I fucked you so good you won´t have the strength to do so.”

“If you are not with me in the kitchen in fifteen minutes I´ll come and get you.”, Sy threatened between kisses and got off the bed and left the bedroom in all his glory nakedness and with swaying hips.

“Stop staring at my ass and get ready! Time´s ticking.”, he chuckled however giving an even bigger swing with his ass.

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“I will never get tired of seeing you like this. Wearing one of my shirts with nothing beneath, and fucked out hair.”, the man groaned, his voice husky with want, “Fuck. Got me all hard again. How are you feeling now that you are up and walking.”

“A bit wobbly and sore. But after last night I would be more worried if I weren´t.”, she blushed remembering the five times her husband had made her come on his dick. Including the two times they were supposed to clean up under the shower. He, she had learned once again, was a man of focus, and determination, and knew how to use his endurance and endowment. Just the thought of what he had done to her had new arousal gathered between her legs.

“Would you like my help?”, Ellie kissed his shoulder, one of her hands entangling with his and leaning against his arm, while the other moved along his strong back muscles.

“As much as I would love to take you here, bend over the table, the food will be cold until I am finished with you.”, he growled, his dick objected with a few wobbles on its own.

“Who said you have to finish me?”, Ellie whispered against his shoulder blades making her way past him and to the table cleaning it with a cloth and setting it.

The metallic clink of the spatula followed by the heavier sound of the pan being placed on a cork plate to stop the pancakes from burning was all she heard before his hand cupped her mound from behind and the other one of her breasts.

“So wet for me.”, Sy growled into her ear, “Feels so good around me. Gonna call Boss and tell him we won´t be back until Wednesday.”

A shuddering moan left Ellie´s throat when she felt his dick move through her folds gathering some wetness before entering.

“Less. Talking.”, she said between shallow breaths, “More fucking.”

“With Pleasure.”, Sy growled entering her with one swift roll of his hips.

“Gooood. Feel so full.”, she arched her back not even able to try and meet this thrust with how fast he moved trying to sedate his hunger using her offered body. It was so different from the time beneath the shower the night prior. She had felt full then, his body pressed against her back, but he was taking his time then, slow but deep strokes indifferent to the quick but not less deep he was doing now.

“You take me so well. Can´t wait to make you scream my name over and over again today. Fucking and making love to you until you won´t be able to walk anymore and then some more. Come morning there will not be one place in this flat I have not had you on. Do you like that? Hearing me talk about what I am gonna do to you?”

He had felt her walls flutter around him while he talked and he could not believe the luck he had and how their relationship had changed within just one evening.

Had someone asked him 24 hours earlier if he would fuck his wife against their kitchen table, he would have called them insane and maybe even laughed in their face. But here he was, dick deep in his wife hunting his release.

A release that surprised him just as much as the words he hissed against her neck, with how sudden they came.

“Love you.”

Part 14

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lovinkiri · 2 years ago

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Hey! Could I request Aizawa and platonic 1A, 1B and shinsou x female reader

The idea I had is that reader is an American Hero who goes to Japan as a back up and she gains a spot at U.A as lets say Art or Music as a way of getting the students minds off of everything.

She do so well with the students and offers to take some of aizawa shifts if he's to tired. Aizawa slowly falls for her and she becomes a mom to the class kind of like how aizawa is dadzawa?

When its time for her to go back to America he gets really upset about it. Until she reveals that she is staying in Japan and will continue to work in U.A and as a pro-hero!

Teaching The Teacher

Author's Thoughts: This is so cute 🥺 mom teacher x dad teacher is so wholesome!

Warning: None.

Aizawa wasn't sure what to feel when he heard they would be hiring an art teacher. One one hand, he knew that he'd have to formally introduce himself, and he hated introductions. He hated socializing, preferring to stay to himself.

On the other hand, he knew that the students of UA needed a class like this, something recreational to look forward to. With everything going on, Aizawa could understand why a newer, more relaxing class was being introduced into the curriculum.

As you could imagine, these two feeling clashed in a way that had him anticipating and dreading your arrival at the same time. As he waited in the staff room, he was preparing his notes for you, notes that Midnight had decided everyone should write on troublesome students, or students you'd need more patience with.

The door opened, and Aizawa refused to look up. He didn't really care to, and eye contact was often awkward for him, as he had no polite smiles to offer. He heard Nezu introducing you properly, so he quietly greeted you with the others.

"Hello," you said with a smile. Your voice was so sweet and kind that Aizawa's eyes began to look up, drawn to your form. You held your hands in front of you and gave a small bow. "My name is Y/n L/n, and I'm from the United States. It's nice to meet all of you. I look forward to working with you and the students!"

Polite and to the point. Aizawa would have thought that introduction was found on the internet under "How to Introduce Yourself To New Coworkers". But somehow, he knew you meant every word.

The two of you made eye contact, but Aizawa didn't look away as he usually would. This time, he found himself nodding at you. This surprised him, but what surprised him more was that you began making your way over to him. Out of all of the people, you'd approach the least friendly looking.

Before you could reach him, Present Mic had stopped you in your tracks with his introduction. Aizawa didn't know if he was glad or disappointed, but he also didn't know why he'd had any reason to feel disappointed. Deciding that dwelling on his confusion about his feelings wasn't going to help him understand, he silently waited until everyone had talked to you.

When you finally made it to him, he was in his chair, looking for his notes one last time. You looked down at him and smiled. When you'd made eye contact earlier, you found him attractive. Now, after getting a better look at him, you decided that he looked great up close too.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you." You held out your hand to the man, and he watched it almost hesitantly. "Like I said, I'm Y/n L/n, but feel free to call me Y/n."

Sighing, Aizawa stood up and shook your hand firmly. The more he looked into your eyes, the prettier he noticed they were. "Aizawa Shota. Pleasure's mine, Miss L/n."

He heard you when you insisted your first name was fine, but he never usually called others by their first names. It felt too personal. Mic was an exception to that because of how long they'd known each other. Even then, he rarely called him by his given name in public.

Then he remembered the notes in his hands and held them out to you. "Here are my notes for my students. They can be a handful, but they're good kids." He said, watching as you gingerly took the packet and gave the cover a once over.

You couldn't help but give him a small grin. It was cute how formal it was. He wrote it like a genuine instruction manual and even included a cover letter. "Thank you. So many notes... You must be very fond of them." You pointed out.

He looked away, before speaking, and silently letting you know that what he was about to say wasn't exactly the full truth. "It's nothing like that. As I said, they're a handful, so keep that on hand. And don't tell them about any of this, I don't need them getting the wrong idea too."

You nodded and placed it on top of the other notes you were given. It was almost like you talking to a parent, informing a teacher about their child's needs and habits.

....

Aizawa had to admit, you were doing an amazing job.

The student's loved you so much, they talked about you in his class. About how patient you are, how kind you are. Surprisingly, how you don't stand for misbehavior, always diffusing a difficult situation in the best way possible. He fought back the urge to go speak to you, actually finding himself nervous to do so. He didn't have a reason, after all. Not until today, that is.

Denki had teased Aizawa that day, yes, teased Aizawa, on how much he loved them. On how he'd called them "good kids". How much care he'd put into their notes. Immediately, he knew who to go to.

You were cleaning up supplies from your busy day. Aizawa was right, the students could be a handful, but you loved them all nonetheless. Despite being a lot to handle, they were lively and fun to be around.

"I can see why Aizawa loves them so much." You mused to yourself aloud. You didn't expect to hear a response, let alone from the man himself.

"I don't think that's what I said." He leaned against the door frame, watching you jump a bit and whip around. You placed your hand over your heart, and his lips curled up into a smile as a small pout appeared in your face.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack!" You sighed, leaning back against one of the tables. "Don't you know it's impolite to sneak up on others?"

Aizawa walked into the classroom, hands in his pocket. Once in front of you, he rose an eyebrow before asking, "Isn't it impolite to talk about others when they aren't around? Especially when talking about something they told you not to talk about."

You looked confused for a moment, and then it dawned on you and you laughed nervously. "Oh yeah... Well... I had good reason." You claimed, watching him tilt his head.

"Oh?" He took his hands from his pockets and crossed his arms, looking down at you expectantly. "What reason might that be?"

You looked away and smiled. "The students were talking about you. About how much they loved you, but it didn't seem like they knew how much you cared too. So... I might have mentioned those things." You slowly looked up at him. "I just wanted them to know."

He stared down at you and you were worried you'd made him upset. Then he pulled his scarf up closer and look away. "... What else did they say about me?" He asked quietly.

You stared at him wide-eyed before breaking out into a grin. "Oh, Mr. Aizawa. Should I be telling you that? I mean, you were just scolding me a moment ago..." You teased, walking past him and hanging you paint-covered apron with the others.

When you turned around, he was already sitting, waiting for you to sit across from him and tell him everything his students said. You giggled at his expectant gaze and walked over.

The two of you talked for far longer than you thought you would. About how they felt about him, and about you. You were overjoyed to hear that they liked you.

"What about you?" You asked, leaning your cheek against your palm. You weren't sure why, but you were eager for an answer. "Do you like having me around too?"

Aizawa took a moment to think before he started speaking. "I think having you around does a lot of good for the students." He noticed how despite your smile never faltering, you slouched a bit, as if disappointed. "... Talking to you isn't so bad either. I find it nice, Miss L/n." He said quietly.

You immediately perked up and nodded in agreement. "I think so too!" You said happily, and Aizawa chuckled at how easy you were to read.

He was cut off by a sudden, long yawn. You watched him reach up and rub at his eyes. You'd noticed long ago that he looked tired all the time, but now seemed like a good time to ask.

"Are you okay?" You asked, tilting your head. "You seem tired. Very tired. "

He sighed and nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. I always did my hero work at night. I'm not used to being up during the day."

You frowned, immediately trying to rack your brain for a solution. Then your face lit up, just like the imaginary light bulb over your head would have, at least that's what Aizawa thought.

"I have a solution."

....

Class 1-A was confused the next morning. They expected their usual grumpy teacher to come in and give them instructions, then fall asleep on the floor. Morning classes were usually harder on him.

Instead, you walked in with a bounce in your step. "Morning, guys! How are the future heroes of Japan doing today?" You asked, standing at the podium and placing the work sheets Aizawa gave you on them.

You were given confused greetings and looks. Denki spoke up first, furrowing his eyebrows. "Where's Mr. Aizawa?"

"Yeah, is he okay?" Mina asked with concern. It wasn't like Aizawa to not show up, even if he was exhausted.

"If only Aizawa could see how worried they are first him." You thought to yourself, before speaking out to put them at ease. "Mr. Aizawa is okay. I'm just picking up his class while he picks up on some long-needed rest."

You remembered the way Aizawa trudged into your classroom, or rather scooted, in that sleeping bag of his. You had to cover your mouth to keep a giggle from slipping, but he was so cute.

He ended up going into a corner and thanking you quietly, then passing out. Thankfully, you had prepared a sheet and pillow since both of you had discussed this yesterday.

The class exchanged looks, noticing how you smiled wider when talking about their teacher. Just like Aizawa had said, it seemed you were easy to read.

The class seemed to go by smoothly. Everyone seemed eager to learn, and happy with you walking around and making sure everything was alright. The only thing that struck you as odd was how they talked about Aizawa much more than usual. It was as if they were trying to get you to talk about him.

They did the same thing when Aizawa came back. They behaved and did exactly as told, happy to do anything. But they couldn't stop talking about you for some reason.

You and Aizawa were professionals, so you tried to stay on topic. But that didn't mean you weren't thinking about each other. In fact, you would continue to for the rest of the school year.

....

Months of having your students secretly try to set you up.

Months switching shifts and having Aizawa stay for art classes too.

Months of falling in love with each other.

It all led up to this. The last day of school. Your final day working here.

Aizawa was particularly quiet on this day. He found himself feeling disappointed. Of course he'd fall in love with the temporary teacher. That was just his luck.

Classes went by quickly, and his students were getting restless. He had to confess to you today, or else it wouldn't work out. But not only was he just not engaging in conversation about you, which he'd started doing a bit more often, but he was avoiding talking about you at all. The students saw no other choice; They had to trick him.

"Mr. Aizawa." Midoriya said to the sleepy man at the end of class, smiling nervously when Aizawa gave him a look. It was as if he was daring him to say something about you again. But he had to, for both and Aizawa. "Miss Y/n needs some help in the art room!" He exclaimed before running off.

Aizawa stared at where Izuku stood and them sighed, shaking his head. "There's something wrong with that boy..." He muttered, collecting his things and making his way to your classroom.

Admittedly, he was nervous. He knew that he'd have to speak with you eventually, and couldn't let you leave with a goodbye. But how do you say goodbye to someone you've fallen in love with, someone you thought was the one? No, you couldn't be the one. If you were, things wouldn't have ended like this.

When he walked into the room and shut the door, he let out a small laugh. There you were, struggling to untie your apron. You looked at him and huffed, your cheeks puffing out.

"Not funny, Aizawa. I'm stuck." You whined, letting your hands fall to your sides. You looked as if you were ready to just cut the apron off.

As funny as that would have been, Aizawa decided to give you a hand. Walking over, he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and turned you around. "Let me see." He murmured softly.

You felt your face get got as you quietly agreed. His fingers worked calmly at the tight knot and he furrowed his eyebrows. "Why is it this knotted up?"

You smiled and shook your head, knowing you were going to sound silly. "Ah, well, it kept coming loose. So I got frustrated and just went to town. But hey, at least it's not come loose anymore."

"Mhm. Now it's just not coming off." He chuckled, smiling to himself as you giggled. You were probably the only person other than Mic and Miss Joke that found him funny. "So... Is this what you told Midoriya you needed?"

This time it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. "... Huh? I didn't say anything to Midoriya. Well, other than telling him not to overdo it again."

Aizawa sighed softly. Of course, you hadn't. Still, now was as good a time as any to say his goodbyes.

"Mhm, well... I wanted to speak with you." He said, managing to pull one string from the knot. "It's very important."

You immediately got serious and nodded, trying to turn around, but being stopped by Aizawa. "Okay, but if it's so important, shouldn't I turn around?"

"Stay like this. I'm making progress anyways." He said, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing.

He took a deep breath and began to say what was on his mind. "When you first started here, I had no idea what to expect. I dreaded meeting you but I was just relieved the students would have you. I never imagined you'd end up teaching me something though." He said, trying not to focus on how hard his chest was beating. He hadn't been this nervous in years.

You didn't look back, but you knew your heart was beating fast too. You were hoping for a confession, but you weren't counting on it. Still, it sounded like it was going to happen. "What did I teach you?" You asked quietly.

He chuckled at how soft your voice had gotten. "You taught me a lot. How to be understanding. How to be more caring." He slowly turned you around and the both of you immediately locked eyes.

He reached around to the back of your neck and pulled the apron over your head. "How to fall in love." He said quietly, leaning into you. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his in a short, sweet kiss. He returned it, wrapping his arms around you. He was thankful that he'd closed the door.

When you both pulled away, he laid his head against yours. "... How to accept losing that love." He murmured.

Your eyes widened and you looked up, not understanding what he meant. "What do you mean?" You asked.

"You're leaving, remember? It's your last day." He said as if it were too obvious, pulling you into a hug.

You sat there in confusion before looking up at him. "I'm not leaving today. I'm not leaving at all." You said.

He quickly pulled away, looking down at you with furrowed brows. "What? But..." He trailed off, watching as you quickly pulled out your phone.

Your face went from confusion to shock, mouth agape. "Oh... I'm sorry, Aizawa. I tried texting you, but I guess I missed the send button." You looked up at him. "I love the students. I love you. I'm not going."

He stared at you with a blank look before sighing heavily. "So I just... confessed..." He trailed again.

You laughed and pecked his lips. "Mm, it wasn't for nothing. Now we can teach each other to grow old together."

Laughing softly with you, he sighed. "I'm always excited about one of your lessons, Y/n."

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #x reader #fluff #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shota #shota aizawa x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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Am I (30F) the asshole for possibly being part of the reason someone (50? F) got laid off? So there was a lady who started at my work about a year ago. We work in a field with a lot of deadlines, and we're in different departments. But the office space is one huge open area, so if people are talking loud enough we can hear them from across the room. Normally this isn't an issue, since most of our work is done on computers. A lot of the people we work with in her department actually work virtually, so we don't get to see them in person much. But she was in-office. We also had a working relationship with her predecessor that was solid enough that he'd trust us to do some things on our side of the project without checking in first. He also understood the sheer volume of deadlines we had to work with in a day, and if we ended up a little late on his assignment because the previous assignments were more chaotic than expected, he wouldn't get upset. She, on the other hand, did not understand what took us so long, or that there were deadlines that we absolutely had to get through before we could start on her projects. She would yell and swear loudly at her computer at the person assigned to her project for the night, especially if they made a mistake, or what she perceived as a mistake due to not understanding how our systems had to operate to meet these deadlines. One day I was assigned to her project, and I heard her yelling and swearing at me from her desk. I'd made a mistake while juggling multiple other projects, but it was something fixable well in advance of her deadline. She started telling me off on the chat program we use, as I tried to explain what happened. I took a screenshot of that conversation and showed it to my boss, because it wasn't the first time it had happened to someone working on her project, and frankly I was a bit tired of hearing her shout at us. But the next day I talked to some of my coworkers about it, and realized that she likely didn't know we actually worked in the same room, let alone the same building as her. So I came up and introduced myself.

And...things did seem to get a bit better after that. She stopped yelling at the computer as much.

Not completely, though. And she still yelled at the other people in her department if they screwed up. Or if they were running late. I actually bought noise cancelling headphones to help block her out. It got to the point where I started prioritizing helping her on her department's projects above others, just so my department wouldn't have to hear her swearing and complaining from across the room. I think she was called into HR once about it, but I don't know details there.

I did, however, talk to my coworkers more about her, and mention that I'd been focusing on these projects more than others just to try to stop the yelling. Which...the way this office works could easily have been passed on to upper management. Cut to a couple weeks ago when I got back from a short vacation, and I realized I hadn't seen her around for a couple weeks before or after that. I asked someone in that department if she was on vacation, and they said she'd gotten laid off. They didn't give any more details. I don't know if what I said had anything to do with her being laid off. I'm worried it might have. I didn't want her to lose her job, I just wanted the yelling to stop.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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tinkersclankandbobble · 1 year ago

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I have a beef with Fairy Gary.

This topic came up at work last week when my coworker was watching Pirate Fairy at their desk, so I’m going to include many of their thoughts in this post.

We think that Zarina’s desire to study and understand Pixie Dust is a perfectly normal thing for a Dust Keeper to want to do. I mean, if your whole Talent revolves around the very lifeblood of Fairy life, wouldn’t you want to understand anything and everything about it? It’s honestly crazy that Zarina is the ONLY fairy that thinks this way. But any time she brings up the topic of “Why does Pixie Dust do the things it does?” She’s always shut down… by whom? Fairy Gary. Well, ok, other Dust Keepers also think she’s weird for her fascination, but they likely learned that from their leader, Gary.

So why does Gary think Pixie Dust shouldn’t be tampered with? We don’t know! The films never tell us. All we know about before Zarina is successful with her alchemy is that we’ve got the gold flying dust and the blue dust that makes more dust… or whatever it does in Lost Treasure… sustains the Tree? I’m admittedly a little confused about Blue Dust’s purpose outside what it does in The Pirate Fairy.

So Zarina does her little alchemy stuff. Makes the Light Talent, Fast Flying Talent and Garden Talent dusts, and really, it’s INCREDIBLE!!! Tink of course is concerned with what Zarina is doing, but that’s understandable. She’s a Tinker, not a Dust Keeper. In all likelihood, she’d be on the side of “dust shouldn’t be messed with” because she doesn’t understand it. But Zarina has been shown to be studying Dust for a while, and she clearly had a handle on her alchemy from the moment it started working. The only reason why there was a problem was because she tripped! Sure she was doing a lot at once, but who wouldn’t be excited about their life work suddenly bearing fruit?

So this is where our beef with Gary starts. When Zarina’s plants destroy the dust depot ON ACCIDENT Gary sees the pink dust, and is fearful, not astonished, and what does he do? He fires Zarina. He doesn’t even ask her how she did this, or question if she may have just found Pink Pixie Dust. Nope, just fires her and says she’s too dangerous, doesn’t hear her side of the story at all.

Cut to the end of the movie to explain why I have such a problem with this sparrowman. He fires Zarina, and yeah he may look a little sad in the moment, maybe a bit fearful, but between that moment and the ending where he welcomes Zarina back with open arms and no questions asked, we see NOTHING suggesting that he regrets his decision to fire her. We see him in the crowd at the all season celebration sitting beside Terence and looking happy as ever. So we’re just supposed to accept that he went from “You’re too dangerous, you’re no longer a Dust Keeper” to “Welcome back! Does your talent have a name?” With no context of what he’s been thinking for a year? Heck, to me it feels more appropriate for him to be upset that she was still Tampering with Pixie Dust rather than having learned to not mess with it!

Ok, so how do we make this better? Honestly, one little tiny scene in the all season celebration would have fixed this for me. So, there’s a couple points where the camera is on the crowd and focuses on Clank and Bobble (Yay!!!!) if they had taken just ten seconds to pan the camera off of them and down to where Gary is sitting with Terence, they could have had a somewhat sullen looking Fairy Gary. Terence could ask him “Something wrong Fairy Gary?” He could sigh and say “Zarina would have loved this.” And Terence could nod, understanding. We could see in that moment that Gary regrets sending her away. He misses her. He wants her back. But we never got that. And I think it made Gary’s character suffer.

Here’s another idea that my coworker suggested. Could the movie have taken a moment to show us WHY Gary thinks tampering with Pixie Dust is dangerous? Lets think, Gary has clearly been around for a while. What if he in fact had tampered with Pixie Dust when he was young? What if he was just like Zarina? No, what if he was WORSE than Zarina? What if his experiments caused a real disaster, not just overgrown vines? That could give us a reason behind why he’s so afraid of Zarina’s experiments… her successful experiments. Perhaps if this was Gary’s past, somewhere in that time skip he could have realized that Zarina’s work wasn’t dangerous, that she had actually created something beautiful and extraordinary that could be beneficial to Fairies for years to come. Perhaps this could be why he is so accepting of her when she returns.

Whatever the case may be, I really feel like Fairy Gary was not well written in the Pirate Fairy. Also if there are any deleted scenes that show his remorse or anything like that, PLEASE let me know. I’d love to see them. I want to like Fairy Gary again.

#disney fairies #the pirate fairy #Fairy Gary #Zarina #Terence #Tinker Bell

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soukokumychildren · 1 year ago

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A little Christmas Special

(Part two comes tomorrow ;) Stay tuned~)

It was a snowy day out in Yokohama, bright and beautiful and silent, frozen crystal flakes flitting from the smooth fluffy white clouds above. Trees were decorated with ornaments from angels to musical instruments and brought to litter all around town, garlands with pine cones and red bows were hung around nearly every lamppost. Children were in fierce snowball fights and creating snowmen all around town, parents watching from afar and conversing with one another whilst they played.

It was Christmas Eve, and the Armed Detective Agency was decorated as much as it could physically handle, everyone even dressed for the occasion in a variety of Christmas Sweaters (most however, we’re ugly Christmas sweaters, but we’re warm all the same). Everyone had given their coworkers presents set on their desks for each individual in mind to take home for the day off tomorrow, everyone receiving a present, and few, who were eager, shook the box with their ears near. All except two vacant desks with presents stacked, which the staff of the Agency collectively awaited for Soukoku to make an appearance, as the atmosphere would be jollier with their presence. Of course, by the mere thought— BAM.

Kunikida and Atsushi turned first, exchanging glances, nodding in unison of understanding—They arrived. Not even a moment later, Chuuya ran in, using his ability to throw gifts at literally everyone that stood up. “MERRY FUCKIN’ CHRISTMAS EVE!” The redhead hollered, spreading his wings upward as much as he could excitedly. Atsushi tumbled over with the gift plummeting into his face, while Kunikida sat there as it slowly slid into his bent arms. Yosano peeled hers off her shoulders and Kenji had to catch his, considering he was too short for the initial blow to catch him. Ranpo nearly lost his through the window, but managed to snatch it by the bow before it could go further. Kyoka, however, did not move at all, and willed Demon Snow into existence to catch it for her instead. “Merry Christmas,” she said dully, but with a smile, since that was merely her usual tone. “I didn’t expect to get to get a present from you too.” “It’s the season of giving Kyoka, and we have a lot of money to waste. Get used to it.” Chuuya said, crossing his arms as he made his way to his desk, dropping the other gifts to the staff that weren’t present currently on his desk. Dazai followed with a snort. “Merry Christmas Eve to all of you as well,” he greeted, training his eyes on the excited redhead, who maneuvered the Christmas hat on his head out of his face.

“Thanks for nearly killing everyone,” Ranpo said nonchalantly, shaking his gift and quickly announcing: “It has to be a new game. Is it? Oh I wonder whichhh—“ Chuuya quickly interrupted when he caught on. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ put your glasses on, I will throw them out the window—” “NOOOOOHHH!” Ranpo quickly ran away and accidentally discarding his glasses to the floor while retreating into a nearby room, drawing a few giggles from some of his coworkers. “I better hope it’s wine,” Yosano spoke richly, lifting the bag by its handles, studying the glittering red surface. “Guess you’ll find out tomorrow.” Chuuya said with a shrug, checking how many gifts he had with a little sway of his shoulders. Kyoka made small noises as she glanced at her boxes wistfully. “Wow, even I got gifts?” Dazai asked, delicately lifting wrapping paper to try and peek in one of them before getting promptly slapped in the wrist. “No peeking. I said you can open one gift when we get home but you’re gonna have to wait,” Chuuya huffed. At the same time, Kunikida sighed. “Yes, even someone the likes of you can get a present.” He spoke directly to Dazai, who unfurled a brilliant grin. “Let me guess, yours is some specific schedule designed for me to be everywhere at a certain time for your perfect schedule?” He was quick to avoid a swipe to the head with rolled up newspaper. “Quit it, guys. Hey, where’s Atsushi, by the way?”

Kunikida tilted his head to the ground just as soon as Kenji piped up: “Oh, he’s lying on the floor! I D’nno if he’s taking a nap, though.” “A nap?” Kyoka asked, walking around the desks to stare down at Atsushi, crouching and poking his face.

“…Ah, just leave him there,” waved off Dazai, taking Chuuya’s hand. “Besides, didn’t you want to round up everyone to go to the shopping district?” “Ya mean the downtown mall, right?” Chuuya asked, tucking his wings so he could see Dazai behind them. “Yeah, and didn’t you say they had a ska—“ Chuuya slammed both hands over Dazai’s mouth. “Shush! We ain’t spoilin’ nothin! Kenji,” Chuuya added, twisting his head to capture the farm boy’s attention. “Can ya get the President and the Tanizaki twins? We’re heading out.” “All of us?” Yosano asked, raising a brow, to which Kunikida lifted his glasses, about to go on a full rant about how they all had work to do— “All of us.” The redhead agreed.

“Get the shit that’s necessary and let’s fuckin’ go, or stores will close early, and it’ll get too dark to see bull walkin’ back. And get Atsushi up off the floor, someone drag him with.” “I can do that!” Kenji chirped, before sliding into the hallway to the President’s office. Dazai snorted. “So demanding~” He cooed, wrapping his arms around the redheads neck, since his waist was too low to reach for the lazy brunette (he of course, had priorities, and liked to continue to pick on Chuuya from time to time). Just as Chuuya was about to defend himself, someone appeared next to them. “Can I get candy?” Ranpo asked as he sidled up next to Dazai, who slid a bit to his right to allow Chuuya to gaze up to him. “The hell? I just said get the shit you need and let’s go, and I think I mentioned stores will close, what gave you the impression that I’m forbidding you from purchasing your own stuff?” Ranpo stared.

“…I was half listening.” He admitted, with hardly an ounce of guilt, a candy cane stuffed in his mouth and muffling him. Dazai held in a laugh as Kyoka tugged Ranpo. “I got a small allowance for some candy shopping…we can share it later. Or I can get you what you like, maybe…” The man’s eyes gleamed. Eventually Soukoku got everyone rounded up and out the several flights of stairs and the door, soon traveling to the mall on foot (with of course the bustle of sidewalk traffic and stoplights). Along with shuffling in the snow it was chaos, but it was fun regardless. When they got there it was slightly dimmer out, but not by much.

Instantly the ADA members parted, Yosano intent on finding clothes, Kunikida mentioning about a coffee to repel his headache that was beginning to work up his head, Kenji joining Atsushi and Kyoka to go to the toy shop, and the Tanizaki siblings cuddling close to find a bench somewhere to watch the scenery unfold. Fukuzawa was dragged like a cat that had no will of its own to take a bath by Ranpo who disappeared with him, more than likely to the candy shop.

Chuuya and Dazai were left alone momentarily. A beat of lovely silence enveloped them as the redhead turned to lean into his man. “Shall we enjoy time alone?” Chuuya sighed, batting his eyelashes and relaxing into Dazai, who grinned down at him. “We have time before we bring everyone to the special surprise, so we can walk around for a bit.” “Mmm…I’m in the mood for hot chocolate, what do you say?” Chuuya asked, bringing up his ear feathers with a sly grin (and flinching to the sound, of course). “Something tells me it won’t only be hot chocolate.” Dazai said, tucking the redheads feathers away, mimicking Chuuya as he pulled the two to a coffee shop, more than likely where Kunikida vanished to.

They order hot chocolate with whipped cream and some seasonal sprinkles along with two gingerbread cookies. Why yes, they ignored Kunikida’s skeptical glare from behind while he seated himself cozily against a wooden stool, drink in hand. When their order was paid for, they quickly scuttled out of the place before they were going to be bothered by the man any more than they already have been. After finishing the cookies (along with some playful, suggestive glances, of course), and sharing the hot coco and discarding its contents once the liquid was drained, the two continued on walking around the plaza, kids running past and giggling madly, a frenzy of snow balls flying this way and that. Chuuya had to tug Dazai out of the way a few times, his face unmoving as he took the man to the sidewalk to stick to stores glittering with all sorts of warm feeling Christmas decorations. After a while, Chuuya, unbearably achy in his wings despite being outside and in all of the joyful, beautiful snow, continuously rubbed his back to sooth his wings. However, Dazai having seen this, dragged Chuuya to a crevice in between buildings, lodging Chuuya into it and maneuvering his arms under Chuuya's garments. "D-Dazai, not in public you--" "Quiet. Just take this." Dazai massaged Chuuya's wings until the redhead looked like he was ready to melt, sighing in relief. "C'mon…let's go, the others are waiting." The redhead murmured, eyes hazy as he looked up to Dazai, pretty much unable to fully seperate himself from the man, since he was literally shoved into a corner. "They aren't until we call them, Winglet," Dazai corrected, whispering into Chuuya's ear, making the redhead jump, and the feathers across his neck flare up and fluff. "…You're too in your head for my liking," Chuuya murmured, eyeing Dazai as he withdrew a bit. "Hmmm?" Was all Dazai could get out before he was yanked into a kiss. A fast one, but delicious, none-the-less, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, but not hard enough to pierce or bruise. Desperate enough to draw soft moans from Chuuya. Possessive Dazai began to take over, about to devour the man infront of him whole--- "…Dazai?" But they were met with a predicament. Specifically, a certain Weretiger, covering Kyoka and Kenji's eyes.

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peaceoutofthepieces · 11 months ago

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could you write dialogue prompt #1 ("marry me") for post canon nick&charlie? maybe you could also include hug #13 or #22 ♡

Anonymous asked: 42 of the dialogue prompts with nick and charlie please 💛 I love your work

these prompts felt like they worked well together, so i’ve merged them—hope you don’t mind! (i’m assuming you’ll mind more that these requests were sent over a year ago, and all i can say for that is i’m sorry, i should have been more informative about the fact i am useless)

1. “Marry me.”

42. “You’re a complete moron!”

22. can’t stop yourself from hugging

The injury knocks Nick out—quite literally. It’s only brief, but the gap in his awareness is there; he comes to on his back in the mud, the shouts around him drowned out by his own groan and the pound of his blood in his ears. His stomach roils, and he gasps so he doesn’t heave, then gasps again at the sharp pain that pangs from his left ribs. He twists his body to press a hand to the sore spot and lets out a shout as pain zips through his right leg, seeming to span from toe to hip and back again. For a few seconds, all he can hear is ringing, and then the cacophony of panic overwhelms him.

“Nick! Nick? Can you look at me? Hey. Can you focus on me?”

Nick blinks, then blinks again and again until the black fades out to the edges and he can make out the blurry lines of Reid’s face. His mate-slash-captain-slash-coworker looks more distressed than Nick has ever seen him, which is to say he remains fairly composed.

“There you are, mate.” Reid musters a weak smile. “Just stay put, alright? Callum’s run to get Rogie.”

“Fuck me,” Nick breathes. Sharon Rogers is the school nurse, and Nick knows that despite her job being mostly limited to scraped knees and seasonal bugs, she’s got a fountain of knowledge at least far beyond any of his teammates. Still, the reassurance is lost on him; he barely hears the words before they’re forgotten again, blocked out by the pain shrouding him.

He registers her arrival and responds to her questioning with mostly grunts and swear words. He finally clocks in when she tells him the ambulance is on the way.

“Fuck,” he repeats, eyes widening and then clenching shut as his head throbs weakly.

“You’ll be alright, Nick,” Sharon assures. “But you’re not getting up on your own. You haven’t broken anything in your leg, but you might have torn or sprained something. Nothing that can’t be fixed, but it hurts like a bitch. If you’ve done damage to your ribs or there’s any possibility of a head injury, it’s better to wait on someone more medically trained to move you.”

Nick makes a noise to show his understanding and focuses on managing his breath, which aches with every rise and fall of his chest. He’s glad to not be moved further yet—the thought alone makes his teeth grit against a wash of pain. Sharon mainly works on keeping him conscious for the next while. Her approval leads him to believe they succeed, but his awareness spaces out enough that his memory of the period is spotty. The paramedics arriving escapes his notice, and the next thing he knows he’s swearing in pain as he’s being loaded onto a stretcher.

~^~

Nick’s ribs aren’t broken, but they are badly bruised. They ache with every rattle of his breath, and it sends the message of pain down his leg in zips and jolts. His leg isn’t broken either, but it is sprained. He’d pulled a ligament in his ankle and almost torn one in his knee. Thankfully, neither are severe enough to require surgery, but Nick isn’t finding much comfort in that at the moment. As Sharon had put it, it hurts like a bitch.

It’s eased considerably by whatever they’ve doped him with, and where he felt overly aware of his body before, it’s become somewhat detached. Now, his mind is allowed to drift away and give him moments of rest. He loses time in fits and starts, only aware because nurses will appear at his bedside when he had been alone in the room the last time his eyes were open. Everything is hazy and dreamlike and he welcomes it. Anything is better than the nightmare of that initial fall.

They’re keeping him overnight for further observation, which doesn’t overly bother him. When he catches a nurse with enough time to speak before they bustle away, he only asks her one question. “When can I have visitors?”

“Visiting hours start at six. You have family you want to see?”

Nick shakes his head, then stops, furrowing his brow. “I mean, yeah, but—I just want to see my partner. Charlie. He’ll be panicking about me.”

The nurse brightens, her smile warm and indulgent. “Husband?”

It comes out without any real thought. The idea of not seeing Charlie is unbearable. Nick doesn’t even consider it for a moment. “Yeah,” he lies.

“I’ll send him your way as soon as I can.” She winks at him and bustles away still smiling, which makes him feel sort of nice. The days of doubting his sexuality and feeling scared any time he had to say words like ‘boyfriend’ are long behind him, but their effects will always linger. Getting such a warm response about his husband from a stranger is uplifting. He smiles dopily in response before he catches himself.

He isn’t seriously thinking about that. Is he?

The medication must be strong.

He drifts in and out in the time between speaking to the nurse and, apparently, the start of visiting hours, because before he knows it, Charlie’s rushing towards him.

“Nick!” Charlie’s at his bedside in a blink, and there he hesitates. Nick reaches out, and it’s apparently all the permission Charlie needs. Just like that, he’s lurching forward like he can’t stop himself and giving Nick a fierce hug.

Around the head, at least. He is, thankfully, clearly aware of Nick’s injuries and trying to refrain from touching him in any way that will hurt. Hugging Nick’s head to his chest is a compromise, Nick’s sure, from Charlie not being able to hold himself back entirely.

Nick, personally, has no complaints. He reaches his arms to embrace Charlie in return before there’s an explosion of protest from his ribs. With a wince, he lowers his arms back down and settles for pushing his head against Charlie’s sternum.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Nick murmurs, slightly slurred. Despite the flare of pain, the drugs are still clearly working.

Regrettably, Charlie pulls back, but Nick is content enough to be able to look at him fully. That is, until Charlie deals a sharp flick to his forehead.

“Ow,” Nick says. “That could be dangerous. I could be brain damaged.”

“You’re a complete moron!”

“Wow. Love you too.”

With a huff of exasperation, Charlie shakes his head and snatches up Nick’s hand. Charlie threads his other hand through Nick’s hair, and it’s only when Nick notices it trembling that he further notices the tears threatening at the corners of Charlie’s eyes.

“Hey,” Nick says softly. “I’m sorry. It’s nothing serious. It’ll take time to heal, but then I’ll be completely fine. I am fine.”

Charlie swallows and briefly takes his hand from Nick’s hair to scrub over his eyes. Then he nods. “Tell me what happened?”

“Bad tackle. Mainly my own fault, though. Slipped in the muck and went down funny.”

“God, Nick.” Charlie pulls the chair from the corner to the side of the bed and sits, grasping tightly to Nick’s hand once he’s settled. “I thought when you went from playing to coaching, I could worry less about you getting injured. I thought when you went from coaching to primary teaching that I wouldn’t have to worry at all.”

Nick closes his eyes. “I know, I know. I just…you know I still love it. I thought just having the friendly matches wouldn’t be much to worry about.” He sighs. “But maybe I just have to accept I’m getting too old.”

Charlie huffs softly, leaning forward to card a hand through Nick’s hair again. “I think that might be a bit of an exaggeration but I also have to agree.”

“Wow. Thanks, love.”

“You were the one that said it!”

“Yeah, and I was joking. It’s the drugs talking.”

Charlie snorts. “Strong stuff, hm?”

“Must be.” Nick hesitates, then decides it could end up much more embarrassing if he doesn’t admit the rest. “I, uhm, might have already lied about some other things.”

Nick realises his mistake when Charlie’s eyes widen and he clutches a little tighter to Nick’s hand. “What? Is it worse than you’ve said?”

“Is—oh, no, no. I’m fine, Charlie, I promise. Well, okay, not perfectly fine, but it’s nothing serious. I wasn’t talking about that.”

Charlie leans back in the chair. “Okay…”

“I just, uh, might have said something stupid. To the nurse. About you?”

Charlie’s expression grows increasingly confused. “Why were you talking about me?”

“I was asking about having visitors and explaining I just wanted to see you, and like, she just kind of assumed.” Nick flicks his gaze away. “I just didn’t correct her.”

“Nick, I honestly have no idea what you’re trying to say.”

“She thinks we’re married,” Nick blurts, and Charlie blinks. “She—I told her I just wanted to see my partner, you, and she was just like, husband? And I thought if I said no maybe you wouldn’t be allowed in to see me because you’re not, like, family—even though we are regardless of that—and so I said yeah and—”

“Oh my god, Nick.” Charlie cuts Nick off, covering his face with his free hand. Nick’s heart dips towards his stomach, and then he realises Charlie is laughing.

And suddenly Nick’s offended. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re not dying, you idiot.” Charlie huffs. “Of course I can come see you. It’s not restricted to family only.”

Nick frowns, defensiveness bubbling somewhere amongst the drowsiness from the drugs. “But, like, Covid and everything.”

“Nick, that was literal years ago.”

“Yeah, but, it changed the hospital restrictions.”

Charlie nods, eyes wide and amused. “Years ago.”

Nick opens his mouth, then closes it again. He squeezes Charlie’s hand. “I didn’t want to risk not seeing you.”

Charlie’s following sigh is much softer and, Nick likes to think, more fondly exasperated. It’s with loving laughter that he reiterates, lovingly, “You’re an idiot.”

“Well, if you’re going to be like that—”

Charlie silences him with a kiss, which is, honestly, fair. Nick has no arguments or complaints. He has said enough stupid things today as is that it’s probably safer his mouth is otherwise occupied, at least for a time.

Then, with Charlie’s mouth still only a breath from his, he’s saying, “And, honestly…when she said it, I didn’t want to say no.”

Nick categorises the words as a mistake the instant they leave his mouth. It isn’t because they aren’t true; it isn’t even because he thinks Charlie will react badly to hearing them. It’s because he isn’t supposed to say them here, like this. It’s because it’s nothing they haven’t implied before, but it cannot become more than implication, not in any way less than Charlie deserves. The shiny silver band residing in a velvet box in the depths of Nick’s underwear drawer—the only item of Nick’s clothing Charlie does not make a habit of digging through—is less than Charlie deserves, but it is at least more than this.

Nick’s sure, as the distance grows between them, that Charlie agrees, but Charlie surprises him. He strokes a thumb over Nick’s cheek and offers up his softest smile. “It does have a nice ring to it,” he murmurs.

Oh. Nick swallows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Charlie nods. “Don’t you think so?”

That’s an obvious enough tease that Nick huffs. “You know exactly what I think.”

Charlie rests his arms on the bed and his chin on top of them, gazing up at Nick sweetly while remaining careful of Nick’s injuries. “Tell me anyway?”

“Charlie,” Nick groans, rolling his head away. “This is unfair. I’m not in my right mind.”

Charlie snorts. “Are you ever?”

“Oi.” Nick glares at him, but there’s no heat in it. He drops the expression completely when Charlie leans in and kisses him, another short peck that draws another slew of idiotic words from him. “I’d like you to be my husband,” he whispers, comforted that the words don’t have to travel far, leaving his lips to be almost immediately swallowed up by Charlie’s. “I’d like to be your husband. To marry you, someday. You know that. You’ve always known that.”

Charlie’s gaze burns against Nick’s, and his next kiss is sure and insistent. Nick loses himself in it. His sore ribs strain and he doesn’t care, can’t find it in him to be bothered by the pain, can barely acknowledge it under the all-consuming want. He has always considered Charlie a safe place, the one place he could turn to and immediately feel soothed, and it’s proven now. Charlie is a more sufficient balm than any drug.

“You should,” Charlie murmurs as he pulls away, and Nick furrows his brow. “Marry me,” Charlie clarifies. States, really.

Asks, Nick realises.

He stares and stares and Charlie simply waits, nervousness lurking in the deep blue of his eyes but the hints to a sure smile on his lips.

“You mean it,” Nick says, realising it’s true as he says it. “You’re actually asking me right now.”

Charlie nods, smile simultaneously growing and becoming more hesitant. “I swear it wasn’t how I planned it. You deserve the best proposal ever and now I don’t even have your ring with me. But honestly, I haven’t been able to figure out how I should do it and I have no idea what would be considered the ‘right time’ and you’re kind of proving either of us could die at literally any time and I don’t want to miss—”

“Yes,” Nick cuts him off.

Charlie blinks. Pays back Nick’s long stare. “Yes?” he questions.

“Yes, of course I’m going to fucking marry you,” Nick says. “I can’t believe you stole the proposal and you have a goddamn ring too and neither of us have them on us, but yes. Obviously yes.”

The joy that lights in Charlie is instant, laughter falling from him in chimes of disbelief. “You got me a ring?”

“You damn well know I did.”

“Yeah.” Charlie beams. “Yeah, I figured.”

Nick grabs Charlie’s hand and squeezes. He runs his thumb familiarly over Charlie’s knuckles and imagines the feel of metal under his skin. He looks up from their hands to find Charlie watching him, equally enamoured. “Fiancé has a pretty nice ring to it, too,” Nick says.

Charlie squeezes his hand in return. “Yeah. It does.”

#heartstopper #narlie #nick x charlie #heartstopper fic #prompts #nick nelson #charlie spring #i’m not very happy with this but oh well #look! i'm posting!

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Daycare Snacks Vash AU Part 8

Please read the previous parts of the series. It’ll help better understand what happens in this part :)

You were at a cafe killing some time and listening to the playlist Vash made for you. It was perfect for when you wanted to read or get lost in your thoughts, and your mind kept tracing back to him. After a few hours, Cora walked into the cafe and you waved at her. You invited her to meet up and tell her about your previous date and about Vash.

“So you mean to tell me you’re not going on a date with your coworker, who mind you, have been hanging out with since the cafe invite?” Cora asked.

“Look Cora, I think we’re just friends hanging out. We’re just going to be playing video games today and get snacks,” you answered.

“Y/n, this guy treated you better than Axel, which I apologize for okay? I didn’t know Axel was going to be an ass to you. But your coworker practically treats you out wherever you go. Also, what’s that you’re wearing? I’ve never seen that sweater on you before,” Cora pointed out.

You looked at what you wore and realized it was what Vash gave you the other night. You turned red as you realized you practically forgot to give his sweater back to him.

“Oh my gosh, don’t tell me. That’s his sweater you’re wearing?!” Cora blurted.

“Stop it! Not so loud Cora!” you whispered at her.

“Y/n! I’m just saying I think this Vash guy likes you. Everything you have told me is telling me he likes you a lot a lot,” she reasoned.

“Sure he does, again today is just another friend hangout,” you argued.

“Oh really? Then would a friend make you a playlist of songs for you to listen?” Cora asked once more as she took your phone and showed you the playlist you paused. You immediately grew red, but you couldn’t tell if it was being embarrassment or annoyance. You grabbed your phone and pouted.

“Look y/n, I get it you’ve been hurt before on your previous crushes. But this Vash guy is not like them. He’s far from them, and I can tell he genuinely cares about you. Just give him a chance when you hang out with him later please? Whatever happens I’m going to be there for you,” Cora assured you as she gave you a hug.

“Thanks Cora, I appreciate it. I like what Vash and I have right now, but I don’t want to ruin it if I tell him how I feel and he doesn’t feel the same,” you replied and gave her a hug.

“Hey we’ve all been there before. But I have a good feeling about this one. Now lets turn that frown upside down and get you ready for your hangout! You said he likes donuts right?” Cora chimed as she led you to a bakery that made amazing pastries. You both taste tested some donuts and thought they were perfect to eat later. Cora then drove you back home and found an outfit for you to wear with Vash’s sweater.

“You look amazing by the way. If he doesn’t appreciate you in this, he’s either blind or missing out,” Cora teased as you laughed.

“Thanks for doing this for me Cora,” you told her as she hugged you.

“Anything for my best friend in the whole wide world! Also you need to tell me how it goes okay?” she added in. You then felt your phone vibrate and saw that it was from Vash.

“On my way! 5 minutes away! :)”

“Cora he’s coming!” you told her as she looked at the message.

“Oh is this from the zoo yesterday? Good choice on that picture!” she teased.

“Cora I’m serious! We need to clean up here!” you panicked as you tidied up your place. You folded some of the blankets, and put away items that were out in the open such as the dishes, clothes, and books. Cora was putting away her stuff until you heard a knock at the door.

“He’s here!” you whispered yelled at her.

“Already?!” Cora whispered. You motioned her to hide as she went into your room and closed the door.

You took a deep breathe to calm yourself and opened the door. Vash was waiting in a slightly loose white button up with black pants and sneakers. He also wore a maroon sweater with headphones hanging on his neck. He smiled at you as you smiled back

“Hi y/n” he waved.

“Hi Vash, you look great as usual,” you commented.

Before he could replied he saw what you were wearing. His eyes widened a bit and as his ears and cheeks were turning red.

“Is that my-?” he asked.

“Oh! This? Yeah sorry! Um, I can give it back,” you said getting flustered as you were about to remove it. You then felt his hand on your shoulder and looked at him.

“No, you don’t have to! Keep wearing it, it looks good on you,” Vash explained as his blush grew deeper. You then felt a blush made it’s way to your face and looked away from him.

“Oh thanks,” you said shyly.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

“Yes! Just let me grab my bag and one other thing. You can come in if you like,” you mentioned as you went back inside. Vash followed you in and looked at your small apartment you called home. You had photos of you, your friends, and family hung around the walls. Your living room had a decent sized blue couch with a small wooden coffee table where your laptop was. He noticed you had a Playstation 4 by the TV with a few games organized next to it. Vash then saw your kitchen and noticed how quaint it was. He saw you grab a brown box and your bag. When he looked at your fridge, Vash saw something familiar. One of the magnets you used was holding the photo strip you both took at the mall the first time you hung out. It was right in the middle of the fridge where you could see it. Vash smiled as he remembered that fun day he had with you. Although he hate to admit it, he was glad Liz cancelled last minute that day.

“Nice place you have here,” he complimented.

“Oh thank you! I try to make it cozy. I’m ready when you are,” you mentioned.

“Whatcha got in the box?” Vash asked.

“You’ll see when we get to your place,” you grinned as you both walked out from your apartment and locked the door. Vash then led you to his car and drove you to his place. You then felt your phone vibrate and saw that Cora messaged you.

“Good luck ;)” you smirked and put your phone away.

Once you made it to Vash’s apartment you took a seat on the couch and put the box in front of you.

“Okay, so I brought a little something for today. You can open the box,” you told Vash. He curiously looked at it, and when he opened it he looked at you.

“You know me so well,” he said smiling as you laughed.

“I had some help finding these. I heard they’re the best when it comes to they’re filled donuts. Some of them have strawberry filling and the others have Nutella filling,” you told him.

“I’ll take the Nutella one,” he requested as you handed him one while you took the strawberry. He then went to go set up his Playstation and handed you one of the controllers.

“Did you have fun yesterday?” Vash asked before biting into his pastry.

“I did! It was nice that the kids were happy and excited to see their favorite animals. Especially Ginger,” you told him as you bit into the sweet strawberry goodness of your donut.

“Oh I know! I was afraid she was going to miss out on the zoo. But I’m glad we could both help her. She seems to really like you,” he added taking another bite.

“Did you know that we’re her favorites?” you asked as his eyes lit up.

“Really? She said that?” he asked as you nodded.

“She trusts you a lot, and always has something nice to say about you when we have lunch,” you explained as you finished your treat. You then saw Vash slightly tearing up.

“Sorry, I’m just touched is all. That’s so sweet of her to say, ” he commented as he wiped his eyes.

“Don’t be, there’s no shame in crying. It’s a cute side of you. I wish more people were in touch with their emotions like you,” you commented. Vash looked at you with those blue eyes of his. You panicked and thought maybe what you said was a bit weird. You looked away feeling embarrassed.

“Y/n, look at me real quick,” Vash asked. You slowly turned his way and felt yourself grow weak at his stare. You then noticed his hand was inching closer to your face. He then touched your cheek but felt him wipe away something. It was the strawberry filling you ate.

“Sorry, you had something. But thanks about earlier. I tend to get emotional,” Vash explained as you grew slightly red.

“No worries, thanks though,” you commented.

Eventually, you and Vash were playing where you left off once more. You remembered how you killed one of the monsters. You felt Vash pat your back.

“You got this,” he reassured you as you nodded. For the most part the night went on like this:

“She’s alive? I thought she didn’t survive the fall?” you asked.

“Yeah I’m surprised she’s still okay after that,” Vash mentioned. You both then heard one of the monster’s cries as you looked at the screen.

“Aw come on!” you whined.

“Vash it’s a QTE again!” you mentioned as his character was making his way down to explore the area. He hit it perfectly and then saw the screen flash to the monster. Your controller vibrated signaling you to get ready for a QTE. Vash then had to aim at the monster. He got it while your character jumped up and pierced it with one of your weapons.

“We did it!” you cheered as you and Vash high-fived each other.

“Vash it’s chasing me!” you panicked as you controlled another character who was running away from the monster.

“Keep going y/n! You gotta live!” he encouraged you.

“He’s alive too?! I thought he was dead?” Vash asked as you saw another character walk back.

“Wait Vash, something’s not right. Look at him, he’s got antennae’s on his head like the monster!” you warned. The character then attacked Vash as you let out a small scream. The screen then asked you to either attack the monster or get help.

“I’m not letting you die!” you panicked as you made your decision. Your character then pushed the monster off to the cliff as you were slightly shaking.

“Hey I’m not infected!” Vash said as you let out a sigh of relief

A swarm of monsters appeared as you and Vash were trying to get a safe distance away from them. You then saw the prompt to aim at the monsters.

“Remember what I taught you y/n. You got this. Just lock on and shoot,” Vash advised as you held on to your controller tightly.

You were aiming and managed to knock out the monsters perfectly. Then Vash’s character had to button mash to close the door on the monsters. Once he finished Vash wrapped an arm around you and shook you slightly.

“I knew you could do it! Good job!” he cheered as you felt your heart race more.

“Y/n where did you lay the trap?!” Vash asked.

“I don’t remember! I did that when we first played the game. Is this what the game meant when it said to remember your decisions?!” you answered as Vash’s character was running away from another monster. Then your character had to instruct his character on where to go. If you chose wrong, you wouldn’t get the save everyone ending.

“Y/n, please remember as best as you can!” Vash panicked.

You were stressing out trying to remember as you had 3 seconds to choose.

“Please be the right one!” you begged as you made your character tell Vash to run to the side. You closed your eyes not wanting to watch but you heard something go off. Once it was quiet, you saw that Vash’s character was still alive.

“Oh thank god you’re alive,” you exhaled and slumped on the couch.

“Thanks for not killing me,” Vash thanked as he slumped too.

As your characters moved forward you both found an elevator that led you down to a green ominous area. When your characters stepped out, you saw there were millions of cocoons that looked like the monsters were sleeping in.

“No, no, no! There’s that many of them?!” you whined as Vash’s face dropped.

“Okay, let’s see how much we have left before finishing the game,” Vash checked.

“Oh we’re almost done! Just two more chapters!” Vash said as you let out another sigh of relief.

“If that’s the case, let’s take a break. I need to look at something that isn’t trying to kill us,” you suggested and did a little stretch from the couch.

“Are you feeling hungry?” Vash asked.

“No I’m still okay after having that donut. If anything I’m in the mood for a drink like boba,” you told him.

“Oh there’s a boba place just down the corner from my place. Want to walk and get a decent stretch?” Vash suggested as you agreed. You both walked side by side feeling the nice cold breeze on your face. It was good to walk around and relax after sitting down for so long and holding in your breathe while making decisions. Eventually, you both made it to the boba place where a few people were inside.

“Want to drink inside or go back to my place?” Vash asked.

“We can drink it here,” you suggested and both made your way to front to order. Once you got your drinks, you both found a table to sit at and got comfortable.

“Thanks, I needed this after how much we played today,” you told him after taking a sip of your drink.

“Of course! You’re actually doing pretty good with the QTEs!” Vash complimented.

“No thanks to you, if you didn’t help me with aiming I think I would have gotten us killed long time ago,” you sheepishly laughed.

“Nah, you’re a natural! It just took some practice! I’m glad you didn’t give up playing the game. I know it can be stressful, but I didn’t think it would be this long,” Vash admitted as he nervously laughed.

“Honestly, I don’t think I could have finished the game if you weren’t playing with me. You’re really good to play with, especially when you voice some of the characters,” you told him with a small smile.

“Oh like this? ‘We’re not out of the woods yet!’ Vash impersonated one of the characters but with a much sillier voice as you laughed.

“Yeah like that,” as Vash laughed himself.

“But you know after playing the game, I thought most of the characters were kinda insufferable. But then the game showed us some of their flashbacks and now I kinda feel for them,” you continued.

“That’s how the game reels you in to make you want to save them,” he pointed out as he gestured his drink to you.

“Yeah, let’s just hope we can keep them safe until then end,” you added and took another sip.

“I’m sure we can do it! We’re almost there!” he said excitedly.

“True! Also I listened to the playlist you sent me earlier!” you mentioned.

“Oh? What do you think?” he asked.

“I like it! I was listening to it earlier while I was at a cafe! I really like the songs from Beach House, Tennis, The Smiths, Tame Impala, Keshi, and a few others!” you told him counting some of your favorites on your fingers.

“I’m glad you like them. Also if you want, you can share some of your songs with me if you like?” Vash offered.

“Only if you don’t judge my taste in music,” you said.

“I won’t if you don’t with mine,” he promised.

“Okay, then I’ll send some over when I can,” you replied smiling.

Both of you finished your drinks and headed out. Before you went back to his apartment, you saw a small park and insisted on going there for a bit. Vash complied and just followed you as you found a bench to sit on. He sat next to you on the left side as you stared at the stars above with a park lamp shining on you. There weren’t too many people, and if there were they were just walking through the path or stargazing.

“Tonight is really pretty don’t you think?” you asked looking at the stars.

“Yeah it really is,” Vash replied but he wasn’t staring at the stars. His eyes landed on you before he looked up.

“Hey Vash, remember when we first hung out at the cafe?” you asked.

“How can I forget? Why what about it?” he asked.

“I’m really glad you went with me. Ever since then, I felt like I made the right decision to stay in this city. I could have moved back home, but I’m glad I didn’t. Because if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to meet you and have this much fun exploring the city. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m glad we get to hang out like this,” you said as a pink blush settled on your cheeks. There was a brief silence, but for you it felt agonizingly long. It wasn’t until you heard him speak.

“I’m glad you feel that way. I like hanging out with you too. I never really met anyone else who is into the same things as me. To be honest, I’m glad we met too. I haven’t felt this comfortable with someone in a long while. I feel like I can be myself you know?” Vash spoke.

“Yeah I know what you mean. I’m glad we can do days and nights like these together,” you added. You then felt your pinkies touching each either as you felt your heart beat rapidly.

“You want to do something like this with me again y/n?” Vash asked looking at you.

“I do,” you said as you got lost in his eyes once more. The way the light shined on him just made him so effortlessly beautiful. Your eyes drifted on his beauty mark and then to his lips which you caught him smiling.

“Great, I’ll try to plan something like this again,” he answered scooting a bit closer to you before he looked at the stars again.

“I look forward to it,” you answered as you smiled back with how contagious his smile was. You looked at the stars once more. You didn’t notice that your shoulders were touching and that his pinky finger was on top of yours. You both stayed like that until it was getting late and Vash drove you home. You couldn’t deny that your feelings for Vash were growing each time you saw him. Especially with your next hang out with him.

@marydragneell

#vash the stampede #vash #vash au #vash x reader #vash x y/n #vash x you #vash the stampede x reader #trigun stampede #trigun #trigun fic #trigun reboot #vash reboot

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