#they’re so stinking cute. wait

[miraclewoozi]

okay no but actually I HAVE SO MANY THINGS. TO SCREAM. ABOUT. i knewwww from the teaser that this was going to be absolutely killer but was i ready for just how good it already is???? no. no i was not.

Bloodhound Pt. I | chs x reader

Rating: T | WC: ~4.5k | Pairing: chs x reader | Genre: romance, supernatural

Life as a vampire isn't the easiest for Vernon, friend-wise or feeding-wise. He's ready to find a solution, and he thinks it just might be you.

Warnings: blood mentions (i mean it's a vampire fic like ...), non explicit sexual advances from strangers online, involuntary thoughts of violence/murder, the briefest angst (it's me lbr), food mention, mention of being unable to eat

Reader Notes: human, has 2 brothers (i don't name or describe them so they can be other members if u want), currently ungendered (will have breasts and vagina in future smut)

It took a while for Vernon to figure out what happened to him. He still doesn’t know all the details, just that he woke up in an alley with blood all over his clothes and a burning in his throat that wouldn’t cease, and even now, he doesn’t know who did this. Who made him like this. 

This being a vampire, of course. 

He knew they existed, but in his short twenty five years walking the earth as a human, he doesn’t think he ever met one. He supposes now he has, considering the fact that he didn’t just wake up like this out of nowhere. He wonders if they meant to change him, or if he bit back and managed to get some of their blood in his system before they left him for dead. 

Either way, he’s a vampire now, and it fucking sucks. Literally and metaphorically. 

There are many cons, and only a few pros, he’s discovered in the six months since he was turned. He can’t go out in the sun anymore, and he’s so strong, he’s broken three phones. Worse than that, he likes the taste of blood now, likes feeling the coppery liquid fill his mouth before he swallows it down, likes the way it soothes his throat and sates his hunger. His brain still screams at him that it’s not normal or right or cool of him to be drinking fucking blood, and the cognitive dissonance gives him a headache every time he feeds. 

That’s another con, the feeding. He doesn’t want to just snatch innocent people and drain them dry like his maker did, but he can’t afford blood bags like the rich vampires, and he also hates the synthetic options available on the market. They all have an awful taste, like too sour grapes, and the weirdest consistency, just a bit too thin to alleviate the burning he still feels. 

That leaves him to find willing donors, which is surprisingly difficult when you don’t want to fuck them too. He doesn’t have anything against fetishists, but he also doesn’t have a lot of experience, and gaining it with people who only like him because he’s a vampire isn’t what he wants.

He’s tried the apps, tried the matching services, but they all lead to people who just want him for his venom, and he’s grown tired of it. So, he does the next logical thing. 

He puts an ad out on Craigslist. 

Vernon wakes from his daily rest to find his inbox completely full, his phone buzzing on a near constant vibration with every email received. He props himself up on an elbow in bed (no, he doesn’t sleep in a coffin), and scrolls through, cringing at all of the sexual subject lines and wondering if maybe he shouldn’t have included pictures. 

He felt like it was the normal thing to do, share part of himself in hopes someone will share back, but it seems all he’s done is made them feel bolder, made them feel more comfortable being open about what they want from him, even though he clearly put NOT DTF in the listing. But maybe that’s a good thing? 

He can easily weed out the people who don’t actually want to help him out, and he doesn’t even have to open every single message to find out who they are. His thumb blurs as he deletes email after email, the amount in his inbox dwindling the longer he swipes, until finally, he’s left with one unread. 

The subject line is innocuous enough, [interested in becoming friends with “benefits”], and he opens it to find a picture of you, with your arms extended on either side and seemingly wrapped around something, though nothing appears in the picture. You begin by saying that your two vampire brothers took the photo with you, which explains the empty spaces, and continue to tell him that they were changed against their will, attacked on their way home from seeing Spiderman in the movies a few years ago. 

That tugs the corners of his lips down, makes him feel sorry that there are other vamps out there like him, other vamps who didn’t choose this life. He knew he wasn’t the only one, but seeing, or he supposes not seeing proof drives the idea home. 

Apparently, they struggled with finding a source of sustenance too, never wanting to turn to you for your blood or your help, and when you saw his post, it made you think maybe you could help someone, in some way. 

He’s curious what solution your brothers found, and curious if you’re really offering to be fwbb (friends with blood benefits), but reminds himself to be cautious - this could all be a lie to lure him in, to get his defenses down so you can go after what you really want. He maintains that thought as he types out a reply to you, trying to play it cool and not get his hopes up. 

Vernon | hey! im sorry to hear what happened to your brothers, my turning was under similar circumstances. ive been looking for someone for a while, someone who i could feed from without hurting, but maybe also a friend too? Idk i lost most of mine when i was changed, even though i didn’t ask for it, and it would be nice to have someone who understands like it seems you could 

Okay, so that didn’t come out cautious at all. He practically laid his soul bare and sent it off to you with a smile (literally he ended the email with his name and a smiling emoji). But it’s already in the void, in the cloud, out of his hands, and now all he can do is wait. 

Vernon doesn’t have to wait for long, he finds. You reply within minutes, the buzz making him jump and glance away from the space he was staring into. He does that a lot now, just finds some point in the room and sets his eyes on it, thoughts running through his mind in circles and zig zags and parallel lines. 

His phone is still lit up with the email icon, and when he brings it up to his face, it unlocks to reveal a new message from you. 

You | Oh no, I hate to hear it happened to you too! Is it still fresh? I know you said you were only turned a few months ago. My brothers wouldn’t even see me for a year after, too concerned that they’d snap and hurt me. I never had that fear, but I never blamed them for it either. 

Funny, that’s the fear that drove his friends away in the first place. It’s nice to hear you don’t have it, that you accepted your brothers’ new forms immediately and also accepted their worries, didn’t get upset or hold it against them when they felt they couldn’t be near you for your own safety. 

You | I think we could definitely make this work! I have blood and friendship to spare, and you’re in need of both. My only restriction is that I can’t offer too much of the first on weekdays, I teach third grade and I need all my energy to wrangle those kids :-)

So you’re a teacher too? Are you just entirely altruistic or…?

If you are, he thinks this might really be good, maybe even great. His heart would be racing if it could still move, and he can’t stop himself from scrolling back up to find your picture. He didn’t pay much mind to it before, didn’t study your face like he’s doing now, and he really should have before responding to you. 

Because you’re beautiful, and he’s in danger. 

In danger of what, he doesn’t know, but he can feel it stirring in his belly, burning like hunger and brewing like need, and before he knows it, his fangs are poking at his bottom lip and his dick is throbbing. 

But he won’t give in, won’t ruin this with his base desires, won’t become something to fear. 

He needs a blood source and a friend, and if he wants you to be both, he can’t be lusting after you like the monster he worries he really is. 

Vernon exchanges emails with you for days after that, going over logistics and preferences and possibilities. You decide together that you’ll meet next month, after some time spent getting to know and trust each other, and he decides not to feed from you that first meeting, wanting you to feel comfortable and safe with him before he sinks his teeth into you. 

It makes him feel giddy almost, the anticipation of having a friend, of having someone to drink from who doesn’t carry ulterior motives, of having you. Emails become texts which become calls, and soon enough, he’s got the tone and cadence of your voice memorized. He learns how you take your coffee in the morning, knows that you’d both die and kill for your kids, hears the love in your voice when you’re talking about your brothers. 

You’re a real, genuine person, and Vernon can’t wait to meet you. 

The days and nights fly by now that he has someone to talk to, and it only hits him the week before your meetup that not only will he be meeting you, you’ll be meeting him. 

You’ll be seeing and hearing and perceiving him, and suddenly, he’s nervous out of his mind. He hasn’t met anyone that stuck around since he was changed, and he’s all too aware that you could slip out of his life just as easily as you slipped in. 

In the days before, he tries to remind himself that you’ve already heard his voice, already seen his face, that you know he’s a vampire and haven’t shown any sign of running. 

It doesn’t occur to him to worry about his own reaction to you, which is mistake number one. 

Mistake number two is going to your meeting hungry. 

You settle into the booth, latte in hand and heart beating out of your chest, and keep your eyes locked on the door. Vernon should be arriving soon, and with so many conflicting emotions razing your thoughts, you don’t know how you feel exactly. 

You’re nervous, of course, as you should be when it comes to meeting online people in real life. You’re scared a little, because what if he’s not as harmless as he seems? He is still a vampire, and he could still easily kill you. But you’re also a bit… excited? He’s cute and sweet and in dire need of a confidante, and you think you could be that for him. 

Over the weeks spent getting to know Vernon, you’ve grown fond of him, fond of his dry jokes and his media recommendations and his fascinating opinions, and you’re interested to see if your easy back and forth will remain in person.

This should be a good environment to test it out, you think. 

You chose this cafe because it’s open twenty four hours, but also because it’s welcoming to vamps, serving a few synthetic options and even carrying donated blood for those with a bigger budget. 

What will Vernon get, you wonder? Will he go for synthetic even though he’s admitted to you that he hates it, or will he spring for a blood bag, drink it in front of you with a straw like it’s expensive cherry cola?

Will he buy nothing, deny his hunger and his state of being?

It’s a shame you don’t get to find out. 

Vernon takes in a no longer necessary deep breath to steady his nerves and places his hand on the door of the cafe, primed to pull it open. There’s a growl in his stomach, an emptiness that reminds him he didn’t have a chance to feed before, and he pushes it down, drowns it out, ignoring it for all he’s worth. 

There’ll be time later, after he finally meets you. 

His hand is steady as he pulls the door open but his ice cold heart is in his throat, lodged there like something he can’t swallow down. 

“Come on in!” The barista calls out, allowing him to cross the threshold and enter the cafe. He nods in thanks and starts to scan the tables for someone familiar, someone whose picture he definitely doesn’t look at before he lays himself to rest every morning. His eyes catch on a hand raised, one that leads down a soft arm to a gently sloped shoulder and up a tantalizing neck to a sweet, kind, open face. Your sweet, kind, open face. 

He grins, beams really, and races over, stirring napkins and shifting chairs with his sudden movement. He’s about to slide into the booth across from you when it hits him. 

Your scent. 

It’s like a brick wall smashing into him, every sane, rational thought in his head scattering like rubble in the wake of your natural perfume, unmarred by synthetic smells and caustic chemicals like so many others out there. 

Instantly, the burning in his throat starts, except this time, it’s an inferno, a supernova of pain and need and desire and hunger screaming at him to take take take. His fangs shoot out, bursting through his bottom lip and making him cover his mouth, frantically backing away from you with his eyes wide and his other hand held out to keep you in the booth when it looks like you might follow him. 

He bumps into tables and chairs as he flees, his blazing red eyes still locked with yours, part feral, part apologetic. The door slams behind him but he doesn’t hear it as he runs, his ears full of a roaring voice telling him that he’s going the wrong way, that he needs to go back to you and steal you and keep you and sip drink devour until you’re his, all his, until you’re glassy eyed and your heart is slow and your breaths are even slower. 

Which is fucking terrifying, the thought of ever hurting you like that, of wanting to hurt you like that, making him shake with rage at himself and despair over likely blowing it with you. 

He’s miles out of the city before he stops running. 

When he finally does, he turns in a slow circle, taking in his surroundings and attempting to find his humanity again even with his mind still screaming at him to find you and fucking kidnap you. His clothes are torn and his bones are aching and his stomach is empty, so very, very empty, but nothing is worse than the shame. 

He wasn’t strong enough for you. He wasn’t in control, wasn’t even capable of sitting across from you without wanting to drag you over the table and either kiss you breathless or suck you dry. 

Numbly, he sinks to the ground, laying himself out on the forest floor and staring up at the moon peeking through the trees. 

He feels like it’s taunting him. 

The moon used to be his friend, back when he was human. He was a perpetual night owl, always staying up late with his curtains open and music blaring and the light of the moon filtering in through the window. His roommates didn’t mind the noise because they were all making their own, and it wasn’t often any one of them would be sleeping before the sun came up. 

He lived most of his life at night and slept during the day, wasting the sunshine and warmth and normal waking hours like the ungrateful bastard he was. 

He can remember the moon that night. The night he was bitten.

It was a blood moon, foreshadowing trouble around the bend, and it’s about the only thing he does remember before the agony blinded him and his memories started to flicker through his brain, going too fast for him to make sense of much. 

Some stood out, like when his baby sister came home for the first time, screaming and crying until she set those big eyes on him and fell silent, transfixed. Or when he was thirteen and broke his arm sledding in Prospect Park, pretending after that it didn’t hurt because all his friends were watching, waiting for tears. Or when he got a full ride at Berklee for music production, every exhausting day sped up and reduced to a flash before he saw himself walking across the stage and shaking the Dean’s hand. 

He succumbed to the encroaching darkness soon after, the red moon growing nearer and nearer in his mind’s eye. He awoke hours later, just minutes before the sunrise, with his throat on fire and his body feeling like someone else’s. 

This moon is full and silver, friendlier looking than the last one he remembers, but no less foreboding. 

This moon is the one he ruined everything under. 

He’s sure any chance he had with you is gone. Any chance to be your friend or maybe even more, as he’s realizing only now that he did want more. Does want more. 

How could he not, when you matched his energy, met him quip for quip, made him a playlist and a hypothetical skincare routine? When you devoted so much of your time to helping others and still made some for him? When you’re so beautiful inside and out, that it would take his breath away if he needed to breathe?

How could he ever not want more with you?

You stare down at your undoubtedly cold latte and furrow your brows, scrunching your mouth to the side as you remember how Vernon ran from you. 

The barista has already been by to check on you, and you can still feel their eyes every so often, concern and pity rolling off of them in waves. You appreciate their empathy, but you feel a bit raw, a bit on edge, and you wish you could just burrow into the booth and go unseen. You’d leave but too many people who witnessed it remain, and you don’t have it in you to walk past them just yet. 

That leaves you to wrap your trembling hands around the mug and bring it up to your lips, attempting to act like nothing is wrong. Like it’s normal for your possible friend and perhaps crush to dash away at one whiff of you. 

You have to assume that’s what happened. He seemed so happy to see you, his mouth stretching wide in a smile and his hand coming up to mirror yours as he zoomed over in a blur. The wind he created made you laugh but it also rustled your hair, blew it away from your neck and probably wafted the scent of your rushing blood toward him. 

You don’t wear perfume or use fragranced products, your brothers’ noses are too sensitive for that, and you bite your lip, considering that perhaps you should have just this once. Your brothers are old enough to be able to control themselves but Vernon isn’t. 

He may be twenty five in human years but in the vampire world, he’s still a baby, and you didn’t approach him as such.

Fuck, this is all your fault. 

You sip down the latte slowly, the rich bittersweetness heavy on your tongue, and take a small bite of the cake the barista brought over while you were stewing in your thoughts. It settles like a stone in your belly and you push it away, unable to eat with the idea that you may never see or hear from Vernon again blaring in your mind. 

It’s only been a few weeks since you started talking to him but he feels… special. Important. Like someone who’s meant to be in your life. You’d hate to go back to not having him in it, especially now that you know what it’s like with him around. 

Everything is brighter, happier, more vibrant. You wake with a smile on your face knowing you’ll have a goodnight text from him, countdown the minutes from sunrise to sunset knowing he’ll call you as soon as he opens his eyes, go about your day wishing you were sleeping next to him instead. 

You don’t want to be a vampire, but by God you really think you could love this one. 

So you’re not going to let him go that easily. You’re not going to let him fade into the night, never to be seen again. And you’re definitely not going to let him be alone anymore, not like he has been since he was turned. 

With determination alight in your veins, you unlock your phone and find Vernon’s contact, pressing call and assuming he’ll send you to voicemail. You have a lot to say, and you’ll be glad to get it off your chest. You’re surprised when a ragged voice greets you, sounding, for all intents and purposes, dead inside. 

“Hello?” 

“Vernon?” You gasp desperately, any thought of a speech gone from your head as soon as you hear his voice. 

“Y/n?” He gasps back, suddenly full of wonder and light and life. “I didn’t check before I answered, I can’t believe it’s you.”

“Why can’t you believe it’s me? We talk every day,” you joke halfheartedly, not even trying to suppress the frown at his response. 

“I thought you’d never want to speak to me again after I went feral like that,” he confesses, shame and dejection obvious in both his words and his voice. 

“Vernon, you didn’t go feral. Feral would have been killing me. You ran instead, hell, you protected me!” 

“Yeah, from myself,” he laughs acerbically, making you roll your eyes at his self-deprecating tone.  

“Listen, you’re still new. My brothers had run-ins like this too, it’s not a sign of your character or your control. It’s just a byproduct of your nature, you can’t help it,” you insist, pleading with him to understand and stop blaming himself. 

“That almost makes it worse! The fact that there’s nothing I can do, nothing I can change. I don’t think I can see you until I figure this out,” he sighs regretfully, and somehow you can picture him shaking his head, his brow furrowed and his mouth tight. 

“What are you going to do until then? How are you going to feed?” You ask in concern, knowing it’s already been a few days and selfishly wanting him to change his mind. 

“I don’t know, I’ll spring for the blood bags and try some synthetic too,” you can tell he’s shrugging, and his nonchalance at being able to fucking eat has you lighting up with anger. You tamp it down, try to temper it, but your anger isn’t just at him. 

You’re upset with the world, with the greedy overlords who decide the price of life, with the asshole who took Vernon’s away from him, with the fact that he may never be able to control himself around you. Talking has been enough for the last month but that’s just with you in the crush phase. 

What happens when you finally fall in actual facts love with him?

“Vernon…,” you start, not knowing where you’re going but knowing where you want to finish (with his teeth in your neck and your body on top of his). 

“Y/n, I’m not risking you.” 

He sounds as firm as you’ve ever heard him, and you feel the anger ramp up and then wash away as you realize you’re simply not going to win. There is still a way you could help him though. It might be tedious and painful, but you’re willing to endure it for Vernon. 

“What if I go to a donation center and have them reserve it for you? You’d just have to tell them your name and show your ID and you could drink my blood instead of paying for bags. You may still need to supplement with synthetic but together they could tide you over until we can meet again.”

There’s silence on the other end for a few minutes, minutes you spend picking at your nails and going over tomorrow’s lesson plan in your head. You doubt he realizes how long he’s been thinking about it, but you’re not going to rush him when it’s likely that his hasty answer would be no. 

“I don’t know… I could still- You’d have to be so far away from me, I couldn’t even smell you,” he sounds unsure, apprehensive, and you don’t want to force him into it but you know this is the best solution.  

“You could wait a day or two before going to pick it up? It’ll be less fresh but maybe by then my scent will have faded,” you offer, nearly ready to beg him to say yes. 

A few more beats follow, your breathing steady and calm though your heart is racing, galloping in your chest as you wait for his response. You just want to know Vernon is happy and healthy and fed, you just want to take care of him. It seems like no one has done that in a long time, maybe since even before he was turned. 

“Okay, we can try,” he still sounds reluctant, but there’s an edge too, a determination that wasn’t there before. 

You bite back the squeal, vibrating in your seat as you look up centers nearby. There’s one just down the street and it’s open twenty four hours, so realistically, you could go right now. 

“I’ll donate tonight, just don’t change your mind in the next couple days, okay?” You rush to say, grinning and relaxing in the booth when you hear him let out an easy laugh. 

“I’ll do my best,” he chuckles, and though you know you should hang up and get going, you can’t help but linger. 

“Did you make it back to your apartment alright?” You ask, realizing you don’t hear any music or TV in the background like you normally do. 

“Ummm, I think I might be in Connecticut actually.”

He’s not nearly as bothered by this as you are, he even sounds almost carefree compared to how he first picked up the phone. 

As if he can anticipate your responses, he says, “I’m not coming back until you’re home safe, okay? With the door locked.”

“You don’t even know where I live,” you remind him, jest in your voice and fondness in your heart. 

“That doesn’t matter. I could find you anywhere with how good you smell,” his admission sounds apologetic almost, like he’s sorry for wanting your blood so bad he could find you by fragrance. 

Honestly, you preen a bit, flattered that you seem to affect him so. 

“Let me go to the blood bank and get you squared away first, then I’ll go straight home and lock all my locks,” you can hear the smile in your voice, hear the affection, and you wonder if Vernon hears them too. You hope he does. 

“Promise?” 

“Promise.”

AN: i was super excited to kickstart baby vamp vernon so i figured i'd post on his (and dk's) birthday!! this was inspired by a series of asks, but mainly this one. it got a bit more plot heavy than i expected but i'm having a good time so far!! i have the second part written already and i'm hoping to write part three before i release part two just so i can stay ahead of it and yall don't have to wait too long!

pls pls pls reblog and lmk how you liked it! you don't know how happy it makes me to see your thoughts and feelings on my work, they're my fuel to keep sharing my writing 🥰

*warnings for this were a bit tricky so if you think i missed anything, lmk and i'll be happy to add it!

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locker room shenanigans!

includes: nsfw! semi public sex. continuation of college athlete!gojo. you don’t need to read it but makes more sense if you do. fem!reader, knee humping, use of ‘princess’ fingering, shower sex, p in v, unprotected sex, hair pulling, panty thief!gojo, don’t try this at home, they’re kinda cute aren’t they. can you tell i’m emotionally constipated

the air is warm as you make your way to the field. you're never here except for when your friends drag you to rallies and matches against your will. practice was over long ago, and you can see some of the regular team members walking off towards the campus. you're not even sure where you're supposed to go exactly, but you spot a familiar head of white hair sitting in the bleachers.

gojo greets you with a boyish smile as you walk over. you're a little nervous, seeing that the last time the two of you spoke, you were admitting how badly you wanted him. but you shake off the embarrassing memory as you close the distance between you.

he's as charming as ever when he greets you, voice silky smooth as he gets up. it's almost as if he didn't have you bent in almost every way possible a few days ago; he's speaking like he's known you for ages! to be honest, you're not paying too much attention to what he's saying. he's all huffy and sweaty from practice, and the way white strands are sprawled out and glued to his forehead is reminding you so much of how good he looked above you, icy blue eyes piercing into your soul as the two of you walk towards.. where are you walking to again?

"the locker rooms, duh."

"the male locker rooms? what do you need to do in there?"

"i need to take a shower. we need to take a shower."

when you finally reach the door, a little bit of dread settles in the pit of your stomach. was satoru gojo trying to tell you that you fucking stink? what the hell is he talking about? and should you even be there? there's probably a lot of naked men in there you're sure wouldn't be happy to see you. you're both just standing off to the side waiting for god-knows-what as you shift in your spot. you finally decide to ask why you're out here if the showers are in there. but before the words are out, you're being cut off by someone pushing the door open and sprinting out.

gojo explains that college athlete!choso is usually the last person in here, which means two things. one: he's going to run all the way to his girlfriend house now, and two: the locker room is completely empty.

the steam from the room throws you off a bit as he closes the door behind you. you're eyeing everything around you; setting your bag down on one of the benches as gojo pulls his shirt off. you try not to stare, but his frame is so mouth-watering that you can't even look away before he catches you staring. your cheeks flush and you decide one of the used towels on the ground is much more interesting than whatever he's doing. he thinks it's so cute just how shy you are. have you forgotten his dick was down your throat less than a week ago already?

of course, you haven't, but that doesn't change the fact that this is so awkward for you! clearly, he's enjoying this way more than you are, because he can't even hide that shit-eating grin that takes over his lips as he makes his way over to you. his hand is guiding your chin up to look at him warily, and your eyes are closing again as his lips find yours.

your body is practically melting against his when his fingers find your waist, and he hums into your mouth. you kiss so sweetly for someone with such a sharp tongue, but hell keep the snarky remarks for when you're too fucked out to retort. gojo is pulling away way too soon, and you pout as he avoids the way you chase his lips. he's softly pushing you towards one of the lockers, pressing your back against the cool metal; in heavy contrast to the heat dancing all over your body from the room and his touch. you gasp when he slides his knee between your legs and he uses the opportunity to lick into your mouth, wet tongue gliding against yours as you unconsciously grind onto him.

you're trapped between a rock and a hard place. the rock being his cock, because you can feel how hard he's getting from rubbing against you. that, coupled with the fact his knee is brushing your clothed cunt just right, and you're barely able to kiss back. your broken whimpers are making him twitch in his pants hard. he really did want to take his time, maybe tease you just a little, but everything about you is just so addicting. you whine as his warmth leaves your body, but you're quickly distracted by his fingers hooking the waistband of your pants. kicking them off, you're pulling his wrist to draw him closer again.

your breath hitches as his knuckles brush against the damp spot on your panties. they're soft, pale pink and he makes a mental note to pocket them when he gets them off you later. shifting them to the side, he makes quick work of circling around your sopping entrance, never fully dipping his finger past a few millimeters and it’s driving you insane.

“stop teasing, satoru.”

“oh, we’re on first-name basis now?” and he chortles at the way you lack a response. you can barely think of what to say before he’s flipping you over, and your face is now in close contact with.. not him. he’s too close for you to shift your head to see what he’s about to do, but he answers your mental question by plunging two fingers deep into your cunt fairly quickly.

you can’t catch the moan that rips from your throat as he starts to move, and you’re already a mess from his starting pace. gojo can feel you dripping down his palm and how desperately you’re trying to pull away, but his hand is locked between your body and the locker. not like he planned to stop anyway, but he’s a little offended seeing you struggle to get out of his grip. he’s sliding another finger in as his head dips down to your ear.

“if you stop movin’ around so much, it'll be much easier for the two of us.”

“i-it’s too much-“

“none of that. you took me so well last time, i'm sure you can do it again.”

he doesn’t even give you time to respond before he’s curling his fingers hard. he’s basically knuckles deep in you, and your cunt is starting to flutter hard around his digits. you’re using your free hand to grip his wrist, unable to form words as your orgasm crashes down over you. you’re going eyes are pressed shut as the waves of pleasure roll over you, and you swear the man above you is grinding against your exposed ass.

it’s his fingers pulling out of your cunt that has your eyesight returning, and you’re locking gaze with him as he slides those three fingers deep into his mouth. his mouth travels down his palm to his mid-forearm, just where your release stopped before he managed to catch up. gojo releases his mouth from his skin with a satisfying pop, and he sighs in relief while he licks his lips.

“now, you need a shower.”

one of gojo's greatest traits is how easy he is to talk to. it’s why so many people have such a good impression of him from just one conversation, and why the two of you are bantering like he didn’t just finger the shit out of you and then eat your cum before your very eyes.

you’re desperately trying to get away from him in this too-small space. he’s convinced you’re insanely ticklish from the way you react when he touches you, and what better way to check other than when you’re completely naked? the only thing saving you now is the fact that the floor is dry, otherwise you would have bashed your head into the ground trying to get out of there.

satoru is insanely offended you’re trying to escape from his grasp again, so instead he’s pulling your body flush against his just under the shower. he stretches an arm back towards the valves and you’re pressing your face into his chest to stop the water from getting into your eyes. it’s getting much warmer faster than you thought, and you’re melting in his hold once more.

he’s nudging your head away from the stream, so he can press his lips to yours. your hand trails up to the back of his head, and your fingers softly scratch his undercut. you’re coyly darting your tongue out to brush against his lip, and he parts them for you to go on. gojo is trying his hardest not to smile as you concentrate on working your tongue against his. those large hands of his are palming the fat of your ass as he pushes his own tongue into your mouth and you whine. he pays no mind to it though, continuing his actions until he’s sure you’re getting stupidly restless under his hold.

“do you trust me?”

you shake your head no. frantically.

“too bad. you’re gonna need a lot of faith in me for this.”

and he was right, you do need a lot of faith in him. because your hands are tightly holding the slim metal pipe of the shower as he raises your hips up.

this is way too risky. you could get really injured; or die! you’re not too keen on having ‘death by failed shower sex’ or your headstone, and the thought alone is enough for you to tell him to put you down.

but once his mind is made up, it’s made up. he just shushes you and tells you to close your eyes, imagine the body of the shower is his sheets! you were gripping onto those pretty hard last time, weren’t you? it’s all in your mind. you should tell him to fuck off right then and there, but his cockhead is already bullying its way into your cunt with an ease that should be illegal.

you’re putting the damn shower to shame compared to how wet you are. gojo is hissing at the warmth enveloping his cock when he finally bottoms out. honestly, he could stay like this forever, just nestled in the heat of your dizzying cunt. but he knows your arms will give out soon enough; so fuck you as best as he can for the time you can keep your body up, like a little reward.

the flow of water hitting your lower back is nothing in comparison to the way he’s pounding into your cunt. he’s holding you low and angling up, and his fat tip is painfully poking that one spongy spot that has your vision spotting. you’re almost glad you’re facing away from him because you look like a fucking mess; open mouth and cross-eyed from the sheer pleasure of it all. your noises are reverberating against the walls and you would usually be ashamed, but there’s nothing on your mind other than holding yourself up and the fat cock that’s currently stretching you out.

satoru is more than impressed, you’re lasting much longer than he thought. he’s resting his forearm against your belly so he can release his other hand and stretch up to pinch at your nipples. you’re sobbing at this point, and he’s feigning concern, asking if you’re okay. the only thing you can respond with is a broken noise. he’s content with how much that brain of yours is focused on him, so he taps your side with two fingers before speaking.

“gonna put you down real quick, okay?”

and you’re so quick to cry out a no, begging him not to stop.”

“relax, princess. just wanna switch positions. your arms hurt, don’t they?”

you don’t register the strain in your arms until after your feet hit the ground. you groan, massaging the fat of your upper arms until you’re getting hit in the face with the shower stream. you’re quickly shifting away, wiping at your eyes like a little kid.

“fuck you.”

“i’m trying.” he snorts, as he places his hands behind your knees. you place your arms on his shoulders and jump, and he mutters a there you go under his breath. you’re slightly higher than he is, but your faces are still so close. he’s fucking stunning, hooded eyes trained on your tits that he’s eye level with as he pushes up into you for the nth time today. your eyes are fluttering shut as his lips close around your nipple, and his hips start to move.

it’s hot, he’s hot, the water is hot and your entire body is on fire with bliss as he pistons in and out of you. his mouth is alternating between each of your sensitive buds, and you’re sighing in contentment at the delicious pace he’s set. he’s still finding a way to push against that sensitive spot over and over, and your orgasm is starting to brew in the pits of your belly.

gojo isn’t too far off himself, but he’s holding out, drinking up every little noise and twitch that you give him. he’s obsessed, mind solely focused on you, you, and you. you’ve been on his mind far long before he got to you that night, he’s going to enjoy every moment he has. whether it be bothering you out in public or milking your cunt on his cock, just like he’s about to do.

your fingers find his hair and pull back sharply as you smash your lips against his. your orgasm is quickly bubbling up and you’re moaning hard into his mouth when it comes. you’re barely able to kiss back, vision going white and voice cracking as you cum for the second time. your whole body is shaking, and just the feeling of you creaming around his cock is sending him over the edge, cum pouring into you in thick spurts.

you both just stay there for a bit, panting and catching your breaths until he puts you down. you grimace as his release leaks down your thigh, and he tuts in disappointment. what a waste.

it’s a comfortable silent walk out of there, different from how much you had to argue for him to give you back your underwear. which you didn’t get back by the way, you can see the edge of the pair sticking out of his pocket as he slings had bag over his broad shoulder. one of his clean shirts is hung around your neck, catching the water that’s dripping from your hair to prevent it from soaking your clothes, although you’re not too worried since the sun has mostly set and the number of students here have dwindled significantly.

you’re spacing out as the two of you walk, sticking your finger in one of the belt loops of his pants. you’re still looking forward when satoru smiles down at you, sliding his arm around your waist.

and you said you hated him. what a joke.

[chrisevansonly]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐭2 | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

✯social media au

✯lando norris x female reader

✯a glimpse into life as new parents

✯here is a little requested pt2 to promoted! sorry i’ve been a bit slow recently, i’m just working through some stuff, i’m working through requests as well, and they are open if anyone is curious!

ynnorris

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surprise surprise, everyone meet sasha marie norris. lando and I are very excited to introduce her to you all, I am very tired but it was totally worth it. mommy and daddy love you so much♥️

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username congratulations!!

username oh sasha is such a cute name 🥹

mclaren congratulations to you both, we can’t wait to see little sasha at the track🧡

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danielricciardo oh man im crying, full on sob fest rn

>landonorris welcome to my past 48 hours mate😭

charles_leclerc congrats you two! can’t wait to meet her!

>ynnorris ♥️

username please they’re going to be the best parents😭

landonorris i love you both so much, thank you for bringing her into the world, you’re a rockstar baby❤️

>ynnorris I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you, i love you lan♥️

landonorris

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i’ve been incredibly lucky to experience watching my wife grow our little girl for 9 months before bringing her into our lives. i don’t know anyone else stronger than her and someone who loves with her entire soul. y/n i love you so much, thank you for giving us the gift of a daughter, I’ll continue to love and support you and sasha for as long as i’m here❤️

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username so i’ll just like drink bleach?

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ynnorris lando baby i love you so so much❤️

>ynnorris i’m sobbing right now and it’s your fault

>landonorris im sorry darling, be there soon❤️

carlossainz55 when he has a way with words 😭

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uncle charles is watching sasha for a few hours which means lando and I get to have a little date🩷

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username i need charles and sasha content rn

username “uncle charles” 😭😭

charles_leclerc willing to babysit anytime, sasha is so cute❤️

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uncle charles on duty, there’s a whole lot of snuggling and sleeping happening over here, we have a little ferrari fan in the making 😉

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username charles is in his uncle era

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>ynnorris i’m sorry what was that?

>charles_leclerc yeah lando what was that?

>landonorris 😑😑

ynnorris oh char these photos are so stinking cute!!! thank you for watching her🥺🩷

>charles_leclerc i’ll send you all the photos i took, i’d be happy to watch her anytime❤️

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so i have buch of omegaveush headcnaon iwould moslty hedacnon jin as alpha soem eomga to be be bue funny so cuase jin as oemga suttf plese not him with thoma idont like my top 3 boys are haku towa and leo and i like all the boys exuceo form thoma out m top 3 boys haku ican see anyu towa and leo dneilfy oemgas

thanks for the request! I ended up writing some headcanons for omega Leo, omega Towa, and omega Haku <3

warning: NSFT under the cut!

Omega Leo

Leo as an omega is territorial. His room is his place and he doesn’t want just anyone sullying his space with their stink. He doesn’t even let Sho into it unless absolutely necessary.

During his heats, he shuts himself up in his room and gets angry if anyone even tries to get near him. He’s bristly and on edge of almost everyone who would dare get near him, even if they’re trying to bring him food and water. He doesn’t trust easily.

Even though you’re his partner, he’s still begrudging about letting you come into his room and help him. He doesn’t mind your scent—as huffy as he is, he does like you and his brain recognizes your scent as comforting—but it doesn’t mean he’s comfortable letting himself be this vulnerable around you, especially during the early stages of your relationship. 

Early stages being relative, because you weren’t even allowed into the room at first and had to work your way up to actually being able to physically help relieve him.

If you’re an alpha, forget about it. You had to wait ages before he even felt comfortable letting you anywhere near his room, much less into it. You could leave food and water by the door, and if you really wanted to help, leave him a shirt or something. But he was not letting you even think about the opportunity of getting to touch him during his heat. There was no way someone like you would be able to hold yourself back from an omega who looked and smelled as good as him. It’s only after a looooong time that he finally feels comfortable enough to let you help him through his heats.

The same is more or less true for your ruts, although he’s a little bit more willing when it comes to those. At least then he isn’t the one horny out of their mind and fucked up because of it, even if his body does react in order to accommodate the neediness of an alpha during rut. If you’re the needy mess, he can be in control and take over the pace if necessary. He can be the one wringing whines and moans out of you, and he’s not above tying you down if you’re being too unruly and he has to. That’s the only way he even agrees to help you through it the first time. It was a hesitant agreement to begin with, and he had needed a failsafe in case your self-control slipped. He may have been a bottom, but he was the dominant in the situation.

If you’re an omega, his willingness to allow you into his room cracks much earlier. You’re far less susceptible to the scent of another omega in heat, so he doesn’t have to be so wary of you being like one of those brutes. It definitely helps that your scent is soothing to him, and while it doesn’t necessarily take the edge off in the way having sex with an alpha would, it makes getting through the whole process a lot more bearable. And after a certain point, he sure wouldn’t be against accepting your help and having a little bit of fun together in the meantime! He likes seeing your reactions; you’re so cute and he’ll wring the both of you dry. Bonus points depending on how quickly and easily he can get you to cry :)

Omega Towa

omega Towa does not give two damns about anything. Haru practically has to beg him to stay home whenever he has a heat, but it’s always a coin toss as to whether or not Towa actually listens for that day. Normally, I’d imagine he probably does… if only because he’s more focused on getting his needs taken care of, but sometimes he just feels like he needs some fresh air, and it wouldn’t be too odd to find him wandering around campus, especially if he wants to track you down. He’s in the middle of his heat, and he wants to spend it with you, regardless of if you’re an alpha, beta, or omega! Although… things might get a little rough, especially if you’re a beta… Towa has a crazy high sex drive even when he’s not in heat, so when he’s in heat? Forget about it. You’re not leaving his side for the next week. Scratch that, the next two weeks, because god knows you won’t be able to walk for at least a week after.

It might actually cause some problems for you (well, the both of you, but he certainly cares much less than you do) in tha Towa has absolutely zero problem with PDA and will pin you down wherever you are to have a taste of you. There’s been more than one occasion that you’ve been glad the tree he cares for is well out of the way, because he’s take you apart at the foot of that very tree more than one before, and the only reason it didn’t happen more was because you manage to convince him to take things back to a room. A closet, at the very least.

Omega Haku

omega Haku would be pretty open about his condition if he were to go into heat, and typically you would get a WickHive message saying he wouldn’t be able to meet up with you for a while until it was over. He didn’t like to impede your schedule much, especially considering how busy he knows you are as well as the fact that you already miss quite a bit of classes as it was due to missions and such. He wouldn’t say no if you were to come visit him in the dorms and offer yourself up to him though… Even just coming over to help bring him food, water, and fabric with your scent on it to help make things more comfortable and add to his nest was appreciated, but offering to physically help him through the week was something that would leave him feeling soft, over the moon, and more importantly, ready to have fun.

He would ask you if you were really sure about your decision, but once it was clear that you were certain and not going to back down from taking care of him, he wouldn’t challenge your decision and instead let you into his room in order to help him through his heat. Haku as an omega isn’t a docile, helpless little thing like people stereotypically imagine an omega to be, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t also above being spoiled. He wouldn’t give up all control if you wanted to take the lead between the two of you—even if he wasn’t doing anything, you can tell he’s ready to take back control of the situation at any moment if he so desired—but as keen as he normally would be to be the one exploring your body and making you feel loved, he’d be more than content to lay back and let you take care of him for once.

If he were to go into heat when around you on campus, he’d first try to get himself back to his rooms before things can get worse, but there have been a time or two where his symptoms escalated a little too quickly for him to properly avoid being in public like he’d prefer… When that happened, you found yourself pulled into an empty classroom or closet and pinned to the wall as he kissed you with fervor and worked his hand up your shirt. You’d be embarrassed about it of course, but Haku is good with his hands even when his brain is foggy from arousal; he’d be quick to distract you from thinking about anything other than his hands on your body and the press of his cock against your thigh as he murmurs an apology and promise that it’s just until he can get his symptoms to wane a little bit. He just has to make sure you’re quiet enough in the meantime <3

[sunflowersandforgetmenots]

So glad to see you popping up on my dash!! I’ve got a req from the soulmates post!

#15 No harm done - soulmates are not able to hurt each other physically

This with Sevika? What if there’s a big fight and it’s down to the two of you and maybe you’re already pretty badly injured so she comes stalking over to finish the job and take you out but then she CANT 😫😭💕 OR!! Silco has you hostage and wants her to interrogate you? She’d wind up for a smack or something and just be stopped mid air. Either way, I’d love to see her face journey upon realizing who you are to her bc I imagine she’d be the type that’s convinced she’ll never find/doesn’t have a soulmate and now she has to accept that she is capable and deserving of love >:}

Also in the specific scenarios I can’t remember the number and I’m on mobile but the constant danger one would be so cute with Soma! Or really any of the ladies tbh they’re always into some shit lol I just always want more Soma in my life 💘

I'll write the Soma one later if I get the inspo in my brain for it! But here it is! Sevika for 15! It's a little angsty but also my first time writing for her!!!!

Summary: Telling Silco no is a bad idea, especially when he sends Sevika, his right hand, after you. Though... maybe it's not so bad if she can't actually hurt you?

Pairing: Sevika x Reader

Genre: Soulmate, Not Smut

Potential TW: Violence, some stalking, mentions of killing read

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The fear that struck your heart was not a new one, especially down here in Zaun. Fear was rampant in this place, no one was free from it. The lowest feared as prey, rabbits to be tracked and shot down by hunters. The highest weren’t exempt from it either, though the fear they felt was one born of greed. Of coins and power slipping through their fingers. 

It wasn’t like you intended to get on Silco’s bad side. You weren’t someone of power to be feared by others, you weren’t even really a threat to him. But you told him no. 

No, you wouldn’t serve his men. No, you wouldn’t distribute shimmer through Zaun. No, you wouldn’t back down. You liked Vander. You liked that he cared for his people without trying to beat others down. So what that he worked with Piltover? If it kept people safe, if it kept the upper side’s nose out of your business, so what. He was a father, a guardian. Silco was a monster. 

And you had told his right hand that, right to her face. Her rather handsome face, once found in Vander’s men, now stinking up the door to your establishment. It twists up in anger, in rage.

“What?” She had said, a simple, low voiced threat that had part of you thrumming with a disgusting streak of desire. 

“I said, no, Sevika. I’m not a pusher of some fucked up drug. I’m a fucking florist struggling to get through life down here. I can’t risk that.”

“Silco doesn’t take no for an answer, (Y/N).” She said. “Just because you’re ‘not the type’ doesn’t make you exempt from his requests.”

“He’s not a king. He’s not my boss.” You had responded, slamming the door shut in her face. She stayed there for a few moments, and you had feared for a few long moments that she was going to take that mechanical arm and punch through the door, taking your throat with it. 

Instead, she quietly left, taking her men laughing with her. 

You had thought that that was that. Silco and his men left you alone for a time, and instead, your flowers flourished. It was frustrating. There was an improvement with the shimmer, a double edged sword that you were sure would come crashing down on Zaun any moment. 

Then, Sevika started appearing standing on the other side of the street of your shop. Staring, waiting. Never making a move, never moving closer. It scared you, enough to make you change your routine, but like clockwork, she would adjust within a day. A predator, waiting for her chance to clamp her teeth around the throat of her prey.

So you decided to run. Pack your things and run. You could beg on the streets of Piltover. Hell, maybe you could even leave. Crossing Silco was one thing, but Sevika being the one to take you out? She was going to make it hurt. She was going to make sure that you weren’t found ever again. And you can’t risk it. 

Which is how you found yourself in this situation, sitting in some abandoned closet in some abandoned home, clutching a knife close to your chest as you hear Sevika rip through your belongings. 

You weren’t going to make it out of this alive, that knowledge settling deep in your bones. But you can give it a fighting chance, maybe she might make it quick, knowing you weren’t going to be a coward and die weakly. That’s the one thing you can do in Zaun: die strong.

Even so, a part of you mourned. You never figured out who they were, your soulmate, the one you were destined to love, waiting these long years in the darkness of Piltover. Waited for so long, only to be snuffed out by a mere puppet of a monsterous man who ruled your home. Your fingers tighten around the hilt of the knife as your killer approaches the closet. 

“Come out, (Y/N).” She says, voice low in that threatening way that made your stomach turn. “You know that you can’t fight me. Not with whatever little weapon you have. Silco just wants to talk.” 

“We both know that the talk is going to end up with me dead.” You say. You wish that you could respond with the confidence you had when you got yourself into this mess, all pride and strength. Instead, you just put your foot on the door, offering resistance for whenever she decided to rip it off the hinges. 

“Maybe if you stopped trying both of our patiences,” Sevika growls, punching the door for a threatening emphasis. “you wouldn’t be worried about that. You can either die now, or die if he gives the order.”

“I’m not gonna wait for that, and you know it.” 

She sighs, a deep, tired sigh. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

And the door comes right off its hinges, though your booted foot did nothing to give you time. The wood slings across to the other side of the room, and you start slashing wildly, missing each time before she knocks the dinky knife out of your hand with one flick. A scream escapes your lips, hoping beyond hope someone would take pity on your in your last moments, even if that someone was Sevika. You’re lifted up by your shirt collar and dragged out of the closet, kicking and sobbing for someone to save you. 

Your feet dangle, and without thinking, you wrap your hands around her organic wrist for some kind of subconsious reassurance. The feeling of her skin against your fingers shocks you. She’s human, just like you. but she’s fixing to kill you. She’s killed before. She’s watched the life drain out of so many people and you were no exception. 

Your touch does nothing to her, seemingly. No flinch, no hesitation. Instead, she pulls back her mechanical fist and pulls it back. You close your eyes, tears dripping down your cheeks as you brace for the end. 

But the end doesn’t come. And it doesn’t come for a few minutes actually. So you crack open an eye, looking at her with relief. She must have changed her mind. The look on Sevika’s face however, was one of horror. Her fist was still raised, and you see the muscle of her shoulder straining. Then, you’re gently lowered to the ground, her hand still loosely curled into the fabric of your shirt.

“Ch… Change of mind?” You ask, still terrified out of your wits end. 

“I can’t.” 

“Can’t what? Kill me?”

“Hurt you.” She says. The words seem to slip out of her mouth, like she wanted to stop them before they were spoken. “I can’t hurt you, (Y/N).” 

It takes a moment. At first, you think she’s simply taking pity on you, or maybe she respects you too much after your attempts to prevent your own death. Then it sinks in. Sevika tried to hurt you, but physically, she couldn’t. Which meant…

“I’m your soulmate. We’re… We’re soulmates.” 

Speaking it out loud only seems to upset her further. She shifts, turning her face away and letting her right hand drop from your person. Though she doesn’t move, she doesn’t speak. She just looks… uncomfortable. 

As you stand there, basking in the strange feeling that your soulmate just tried to kill you, that your soulmate was Sevika, you come to realize something about Sevika. You thought her a killer, someone ready to switch sides at any given moment but… now, as she stands there awkward as a teenager, you remember that she might have had expectations about this too. Hopes about soulmates, dreams about them. Was she disappointed? Was she ashamed? 

“What are you going to do?” Is all you’re able to ask, all you can manage to get out. 

She regards you out of the corner of her eye before she runs a hand over her face. “... Let you go. But you need to get out of Zaun. Never come back here.” She says. 

“What? But you’re my… you want me to leave after we just found out???” 

“Obviously!” She snaps. “Silco wants you dead, I can’t afford to fail, but…” She moves as though she’s going to pace, but then stops, like she can’t bring herself to move from you. There’s a pause before she rests a hand on your shoulder. “I never thought I would have one… would have you. You’re a weakness, that insecurity was a weakness. That desire was. It still is. So you’re going to leave Zaun, hell, maybe the whole city. I can’t have you haunting my steps.”

“So I’m a bother to you??” You ask, incredulous at the fact that she’s trying to get you to leave. Angry at the fact that you finally have what you’ve always wanted and now she’s pushing you away despite the fact that maybe now she can protect you.

“You’re a weakness. And a pain in my ass.” Sevika says. “I’m not… I’m not doing this. Just leave.” 

And before you can say anything, she pulls you into a kiss, hard, fast, and passionate. Better than any you’ve had before. And you mourn this bittersweet moment, because you know deep down that she’s right. 

Her loyalty is to Zaun, and if anything comes before that…

She’d have helped kill Vander for nothing, because she would do the same things he did to make sure you were safe.

[belli5]

Africa — King Kenny

Pairing: king Kenny x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, cutie animals (or dangerous), nun. Based on this request. Also I changed it up a bit, because beta squad doesn’t really have any dangerous animals in videos, they’re just scared of everything.

Summary: in which, beta squad were 50 hours in Africa and you went along with them, going to safari and helping them learn about animals.

A/n: Sorry for my beta girlie who had to wait so long for this. I had written little bit of smut at the end, but then I felt it wasn’t needed in this story so I deleted it.

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The beta squad were going to Africa for 3 days or 50 hours. They are gonna do some challenges or just things kids do there as in school or play football and they are gonna go to safari aswell, they suggested you to come with them so of course you agreed.

When we landed in Kenya, we were greeted by some great people and they also had pretty flower bouquet for each one of us.

A taller guy than you gave you the bouquet, “oh thank you so much.” You smiled at him, and he went to give someone else the other bouquet he had.

When we were finally leaving the airport with the people who greeted us here, you all got into a car sitting down between Kenny and Aj.

“Here,” Kenny from beside you said, “you can have these.” Giving you his bouquet of flowers. You thought it was so cute.

“Aww, thank you so much.” You thanked him and leaned into him.

“Yeah, guys can you stop being so corny infront of us and the camera?” Aj called you both out. You saw the camera towards you both and shook your head.

“Shut up, Aj.” You said.

First you all arrived at your first location, where you would just eat, the people also welcomed you very nicely, they had the Uk and Kenya’s flag.

It was so cute, they singed a song for us while we just vibed, honestly overall it was so nice dancing with them. Also they cheered for everything, more welcoming than the Uk.

“Kenny won his last fight.” Sharky said, and everyone started cheering, yelling ‘yeahhh’

“Guys, guys,” Niko interrupted “I’ve got two socks on.” Everyone started cheering again and yelling ‘yeah’ you laughed at it.

“You guys,” Aj said “Niko’s breath stinks.” Everyone started cheering again, even Niko.

Niko wanted to revenge, “Aj’s three foot tall.” Everyone cheered once again. And Aj just got inside laughing.

After eating the amazing food, we had to go to our second location, which was Ematsayi primary school, where again amazing kids we had to teach today, were waiting for us.

The beta squad teached them the “say good, good, good” song, we obviously all love.

“Aj as a teacher,” Chunkz began “is mental.”

“I’m the best teacher.” Aj stated. “And the best student.”

“You might aswell start.” Niko pointed at Aj, “This is your teacher ‘mr. Triangle’ everyone say hello mr. Triangle” Niko introduced Aj to the kids.

All the kids repeated Niko “Hello mr. Triangle” all the guys and you started laughing while Aj thanked them.

“What’s his name?” Niko asked, now he was doing it on purpose, but it still was funny.

“Mr. Triangle.” All the kids said.

It was now the last day in Africa, the third day and we were in Nairobi where the guys were going to a safari for the last challenge. The people greeted us with flowers again.

For the last challenge the guys had to do an animal bingo, basically each of them had to pick three animals they think will be in the safari and whoever saw the three animals first, wins.

First animal we saw was chimpanzee, which was picked by Sharky so he had two more to go. “Come on, tell us something about chimpanzees y/n.” Sharky asked you.

“I dunno, chimpanzees have the ability to learn human’s language, such as sign language.” You told them, not sure what to say, but they expected something from you, as you work with animals. “But chimpanzees are only found in Africa so I don’t know much.”

“That’s actually really interesting.”

“That’s why I picked chimpanzees.” Sharky says, probably referring to the fact that they’re only in Africa.

We saw other animals small animals no one picked, we saw a tortoise and he almost, just almost made it to grass, Niko even said it was just as slow as Chunkz on football pitch.

“Y/n, what’s the difference between tortoise and turtle?” Kenny asked, honestly there was not much of a difference.

“Hmm.. there’s not much, except turtles usually spend their time in water while tortoises spend their time on land.” You said, “Also tortoises have more rounded and domed shells where turtles have thinner, more water dynamic shells.”

“Great. So it looks like we’re gonna know more information about animals today,” Aj talked to the camera, “as we have Y/n and she works with animals, so she knows more than us.”

You smiled at Aj talking. Next we saw elephant signs, but unfortunately there was no elephants as the driver or the owner told us, so there was no point for Niko.

Aj saw a Hippo in water, which he was surprised to and happy, he even applauded and gave you few high fives.

You wanted to tell them something about hippos so you spoke, “Guys did you know that Hippos thrive underwater? They can hold their breath for an average of five minutes.”

“And that’s just average?” Niko asked, to what you nodded.

“Mhm. That’s long enough to take walks along lakebed and riverbed floors.” You added.

“No wonder their nickname is ‘river horse’!” Chunkz joked. Also Aj was in the lead right now, so he only needs to see a tiger and he has won.

We next saw ostrich, which was on Sharkys list, now Kenny on the other hand was definitely not winning this challenge, because he has not seen a single animal he named, he named most animals you can’t see here.

The driver said that giraffes are coming up, so Chunkz of course got happy because giraffe is on his list, “ohh,” he yelled-sang, “he said giraffes, I see the giraffes.” Chunkz said looking at everyone, honestly it was cute how excited he was.

“I see giraffes with long necks.” Chunkz continued to sing.

“Look.” You pointed “it’s Niko’s siblings.”

“And that’s the fact for giraffes?” Niko laughed, and you nodded “yeah, horror.”

“Are we going to see a seal today?” Kenny asked the driver.

“If we go to South Africa.” The driver told him, Kenny laughing at his answer.

“Aye Kenny you’re not winning this.” You said wrapping your arm around his shoulder jokingly.

The journey continued, we saw more animals, they continued to ask you questions about some animals, but none of them were on the guy’s bingo cards, we drives past cheetah, but Chunkz didn’t saw it so there was no point for him.

It was already now getting dark, it was already 7pm and as we were getting ready to leave we saw a giraffe on road, it was actually so close, and it was even taller closer.

“I wanna touch it.” Kenny said.

“Kenny!” You called out, “it is not permitted touching the giraffe sadly.”

“Why not?” They asked.

“Just for safety reasons.” You smiled, not wanting to cause trouble for the giraffe or anyone else. The giraffe was really close so you could take a picture of it.

It was completely dark now, and y’all saw none of the animals, but mosquitoes. “Ai all we’ve got now is mosquitoes,” Niko said “just going in my eyes.”

“Ai who hit me wallahi..” Aj complained and it was most likely Chunkz who was hitting the mosquitoes away.

“Wasn’t me.” Chunkz quickly defended himself.

“It’s probably because of that damn bright light you have..” you complained, “if it would’ve been turned off, they wouldn’t attack us so much..” you rolled your eyes.

“Well we can’t film in dark’.” Kenny says , at your sudden attitude, probably because you were getting mad of the mosquitoes sucking your blood.

Niko talked to the camera like he always does, like he’s crazy, while everyone else just tried to not fall as the car we were in was going side to side from the awful road.

Kenny was squishing Aj as Aj was laying almost on Sharky and Chunkz, you got up and went next to Niko, because you’d rather talk to the camera than be squished.

Aj had won the challenge even tho as Sharky and Chunkz also had 2 animals, but Aj was the first one to reach two points.

It was finally the time to go back home, honestly you were excited to go home, but on the other hand you didn’t wanna leave Kenya.

But landing in Uk back, you and Kenny both went home straight because all you wanted to do was go home and get under the sheets with Kenny.

[slickfordain]

I was the one who sent the girls night out with the female harbingers. And reader is rich and he reaction of the male harbingers. Oh and La signora is alive because she my fav harbinger

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐔 𝐯𝐞𝐫.

GN!reader, Yandere Harem, probably short fanfic but whatever

Well, didn’t quite expect for their darling to be a rich girl / boy / non-binary who owns like… What? Three different laptops with different Genshin accounts? Yeah. Things have gone downhill from there, considering that the richest people in Teyvat were so sure they were rich. Also since Teyvat doesn’t have good skincare as we people have right now in 2023, bigger chance they stink a bit. You smell more better and have much more healthier lifestyle that this catches everyone’s attention.

They want to know how the fuck do you smell so good… Which uh… I won’t explain because sweetie, next time please lock your door when you’re nearby an Acolyte. I don’t want you to know what they’re doing in your house for that shit. 💀

And since you’re heading to Snezhnaya, the Fatui girls have been begging you to endlessly share your “theories” about your world, most likely, facts. They want to know how you bathe and, all that… I can’t count how many times you’ve sprayed perfume on them, good heavens does everyone smell so badly. Thank God Aether doesn’t due to traveling through worlds beforehand, but he’s slowly smelling too.

Anyway, back to the Fatui part— La Signora would love to know how you take good care of yourself. Even your smell and beauty / handsomeness is intoxicating that you might get arrested for being too pretty. You sit there, staring at them, thinking: “You’re telling me I’m a God who didn’t invent shampoo and conditioner? WHAT??” And this is basically where the shopping spree started for the Fatui girls and you, since they were the first to be invited. (Others would’ve been invited, if it wasn’t for their concerning ideas.)

You could somehow enter your world with Arlecchino, Columbina, Sandrone and La Signora… They even fawn at your house inventories and furnitures, it was quite cute if you’re being honest. It’s like four babies being in awe of a new life, which is understandable.

You showed them how shower works even, and how soap keeps bacteria away and makes them smell much more nicer. Yeah… Your bathroom is hogged 24/7 that the electricity bills are high as fuck, but that’s okay! You can always pay for it! After all, you’re very wealthy for a lazy ass idiot.

I could see Sandrone taking an interest in some makeup kit too, trying to build out of it despite being hard to make… But she somehow makes it work which was really sweet. You’re glad she’s making makeup kits and shampoos! Finally Teyvat can smell finer!

Columbina will take a liking to your laptops, thinking the screens is how you watch over people in different realms. (It’s not. You’re just playing Obey Me and Twisted Wonderland.) She will also steal some of your books if you owned some and never read them, she couldn’t help herself, okay? How can she when your house is full of things she could learn from? It’ll make her feel superior to those who doesn’t know.

❝This perfume is fascinating your grace! Your creations are always so lovely and perfect!❞ La Signora will keep praising you and take some dresses you’ve bought for her, which makes her honestly bawl her eyes out. She has forgotten about her husband… Yikes… Don’t blame her! How can she not when you’re treating her like some kind of royalty? She’s feeling so bad she wants to do something in return.

Arlecchino will probably fawn over armors in your place. They’re so shiny and well-built, she envies you for having such well made clothings! Wait, you’re actually paying it for her? Oh your grace you’re going to accidentally get into marriage with this woman. A hopeless woman.

And God forbids to let the Fatuis know, because once they do there’ll be a feral conversation once the girls comes back. An angry meeting. Like, big yikes when you came back to Snezhnaya with Tsaritsa escorting you away to Mondstadt… Because once you left — unfortunately — Tsaritsa will yell at the girls who did not give a single shit about it.

Pantalone will hold grudges against them, spitting out insults how they’re too broke that they forced the grace into buying them bullshit. That lead to Arlecchino and him having a death glare competition, with Pantalone taking out his gun and- yeah. Massive argument. Even Pierro and Capitano were disappointed in this.

And the girls felt more fresher than ever, dazzling with their own uniqueness… It makes Dottore want to puke and stab their eyes out so he could feed it to the Sumeru animals. He hated Sandrone way more than he should’ve… And La Signora should’ve died by Ei, if it weren’t for your sweet presence saving her.

Now the boys, especially Childe, are begging you to take them to your world to make them clean. Oh would you look at that, it seems like the Acolytes heard this, and is taking advantage of it too.

You simply, do need a break.

I’m graduating this year wtf

[occasionaloneshots]

Okay so when I'm working on a long fic and I don't have time to get into it but i get an idea (like at work or things of that nature) I have a bad habit of adding it in the most confusing way but the least amount of words I can to a section of my outline titled "Notes app shit" and it helps me remember but is actually insane and makes zero sense to it's actual context to anyone else.

Anyway, here's the top hits that helped me make my outline for the Monty Foster Mom who was a dog fic (it has a title but idk if I wanna keep it, and I'm annoying and want to have it done so I just have to edit as I post it, it will come out eventually) If you don’t know my blog, it's referring to this post (Also trigger warning for abuse and gore mentions)

Monty candle panic (vague mentions that TCK fucks with wax play I fucking guess?)

Magic collar fuck shit

“Baby come on, I know I sold your soul to make you semi-immortal but look at how charming I am. Why would you want me to have to spend 7 lives without you?” Immediately loses a life

“From Mama’s toy to Momma’s boy. What a sad husband you’d make”

“I am so irrevocably in love with you, my sun rises for you. You could beat me to my last life and in my weakest state I’d still curl up in your arms just to feel your love” “you were literally trying to fuck that ghost last month” “okay and? This isn’t about that”

I don’t want your boy, please come get him. He’s reeking up my store with all his internalized hatred

“You’re exhausting. You’re all teenage petulance until she comes around then suddenly you’re all ‘Mommy let me read you your birth chart and can you play with my hair’ like a toddler showing her a painting. No wonder you don’t have friends your age.”

Monty breaks a cup, literally prepares to die

“You’re laughing? I tell you that both of your mothers beat me to death and you’re laughing?” “Well, did you deserve it?” “Only the first time, I ate that shit the second time”

Not close, not enemies, some secret third thing (Lots of respect but no love) 

they’re family, they’re lovers, they’re enemies, they’re everything and nothing all at once “I’m not the step-dad, I’m the dad who stepped up” “You’re neither actually” 

Siblings who hate each other but would jump in front of a bus for each other. One time his ass brought her a glass of ice and told her to wait for it when she asked for water.

“There’s a bird boy in my house and idk where the cannibalism line is there”

I can forgive her for what she did to me, but with how fucked up he is? If that witch was still here I’d use her entrails as a jump rope 

Drags Monty bird to the store, he has a thing for sunflower seeds which she finds very cute

 Seneca scented mother fucker stinking her place up with his smell and his vibes, god damn (This one was personal due to a man at work's whole damn aura smelling like a seneca)

Yeah I have an ex who did some major supernatural fuck shit to me too

TCK saves her from a creepy customer by pretending to be her man, he instantly becomes the creepy customer

Shout out cat king magic, less of a shout out to those bloody teeth marks in her shoulder

Anyway, to the few people who said they wanted it, it'll be here eventually. IDK starting it is really hard when the idea stemmed from a scene from chapters 2, 3, 6, and 8 I'm working very sporadically rn

[danceswithsporks]

Awake- Part 5

Crosshair x F!Innkeeper reader

*Not Canon to Season 3*

Parts 1 2 3 4

Chapter Summary: You and Crosshair get closer.

Authors Notes: ooooh this chapter came to me quickly!! I think I’m finally starting to get into the groove with writing for Crosshair!!

I’ll be posting the outfit inspos for her sundress and nightgown within the next few days so let me know if you’d like to be tagged in that!

Sleep, it was so nice to finally sleep. Crosshair couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so soundly. Dreams still didn’t come to him, but neither did the nightmares. It didn’t even feel like a long sleep for him. It was one of the sleeps where one blinks and suddenly it’s hours later and they’re awake. Fully rested and ready to tackle the day. Except it wasn’t daytime when he finally woke up, it was nighttime. Had he truly slept long enough for it to be nighttime once more? 

“So he finally wakes up.” Your voice drifted across the room as you stepped in from your private living room. “How’d you sleep?” You clicked on your light in a soft setting before stepping around the bed, you sat on the edge and watched him. 

“You been watchin' me?” Crosshair sat up with a huff, his body feeling almost well-rested. 

You laughed softly while shaking your head. “Nah, just came in to see if you were still alive. Wanted to make sure I didn’t need to buy a new bed.” You leaned down and popped off your shoes. 

Crosshair watched you curiously as you removed your shoes. “Worried I’d stink up your bed?” 

“No, I was worried about that earlier before you showered. Now I’m just worried you’ll be too comfortable to go back to your room.” You picked up your shoes and carried them over to your closet. Moving the door to the side you revealed a shelf full of shoes. The ones in your hand slid perfectly into their designated spot before you turned and walked back to the edge of the bed. “Come on, dinners ready.” 

“It’s a nice bed, but too girly for me.” Crosshair stood from the bed and stretched his arms above his head. 

“First time I’ve heard anyone complain.” Once more you were greeted with the sight of his toned chest. Even in the soft lighting of your room, he looked nice. Shrugging, you walked over to the door and curled your finger at him in a beckoning motion. You smirked at him playfully before disappearing through the door. 

Now what did that mean? Crosshair didn’t hesitate to follow you out of the room. He expected that the two of you would eat dinner out in the main area of the inn but instead, you stopped at the table in your small kitchen. Two plates of some kind of fish-based dish sat on the table with two glasses of white wine. “Ya do this for all your guests? Or just the unstable ones?” 

At least he was cracking jokes now. “Just the cute unstable ones.” You took a seat at the table and looked at the seat across from you, waiting for him to join you. “It’s just a baked whitefish. It has lemon, butter, and some seasonings with crushed fried onions on top. Nothing too fancy. Come on, join me.” Patting the table playfully, you smiled at him. 

There it was again, that damn smile of yourself that did something to him. Which made zero sense to him seeing as he’d seen it countless times in his dreams. Now it was suddenly making his heart feel fluttery. What the hell was that about?  Crosshair pulled out his seat and sat down carefully. Even though he wasn’t hungry, he had to admit that the food smelled good. He stared at the plate of food as the sound of your fork filled the air. 

“Don’t make me have to feed you again. I’ll make starship sounds this time.” You took a bite of your fish and hummed, so good. 

The way you hummed was… adorable. He released a deep chuckle at your comment. “As fun as that was, I can feed myself.” Crosshair stabbed at his food and moved to take a bite. His stomach twisted and his mouth dried. He didn’t want to eat. A sound caught his attention, making him look up. 

You grabbed your plate and glass of wine and moved around the table to sit next to him. “You say that. But I think you need a little help.” Reaching across the table, you grabbed his plate and swapped it for yours. 

“What are you doing?” He watched with curiosity as you took the fork from his hand and handed him your fork. 

“Making this awkward for the both of us.” You picked up a piece of his fish and grabbed his hand holding your fork. You moved his hand down to your plate and helped him fill your fork. “Feed me.”

Crosshair stared at you in shock. “What?” 

You let out an annoyed sigh and pulled the fork towards you. “Feed me and I’ll feed you. That way we’re both being awkward about this.” 

“You can’t be serious.” You couldn’t be, right? 

“As serious as a heart attack, Crosshair. Now. Let’s eat before this gets cold. Cold cooked fish isn’t exactly delicious.”  You waved the fork full of food in front of his face. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and allowed you to feed him once more.

It was once again delicious. It melted in his mouth while the flavors danced across his tongue. Maker, you could cook like no other person he’d ever met. He followed your action and pushed your fork forward. You parted your plump lips carefully and he slid the fork in. You hummed once more and his heart did that skipping thing again. Maybe he should get that looked at. He took in the way you were staring at him and it took him a moment to realize why. You were waiting for him to say something about the meal. “It’s good. Thanks.” 

Well, it wasn’t some on-the-roof proclamation of how much he liked it, but it would do. “Glad ya like it.” You picked up some more of his fish and placed it near his lips. “Tell me if you get full. Don’t want to make you sick.” He opened his mouth for more, making you smile as you slid the fork in. He repeated the action to you and the two of you slowly began to go back and forth. 

It wasn’t until you heard the fork tap against the plate that you realized thirty minutes had gone by and he’d eaten nearly all the fish. Both of your wine glasses had gone untouched during the entire time. You cleared your throat and placed the fork down before picking up your glass and taking a sip from it. “I think I’ve had my fill.” Your fish was over halfway gone, but you’d had lunch with Chai unlike him. “Thank you for feeding me.” 

Crosshair shifted as you leaned back with your glass. It seemed you were done feeding him. Which was good because he was honestly starting to feel full. “Didn’t have much of a choice, did I?” Oh, he hadn’t meant for that to come out so snarky. To his surprise. You reached over and took his free hand in yours. It was so soft. 

“Crosshair, you always have a choice. Please, if I ever overstep a boundary let me know. I’ll never truly force you to do something you don’t want to do.” You truly hoped he didn’t think you would. All you’d been trying to do was help him out of his funk.  “I’m sorry if I’ve given you that impression.” You swirled the white wine in your glass carefully while looking away from him. Perhaps you’d overstepped?

You didn’t look as nice with that frown on your lips. He reached up and took your hand from his shoulder and moved it down to the table. Holding it gently, he shook his head. “Ya didn’t force me, Doll. Ya …” he thought about the right words for a moment. “Ya nudged me. So thanks, I guess.”

You looked at him through your lashes and chuckled softly. “I’m good at that.” His rough hand holding yours was surprisingly nice. You expected him to let go after speaking but he didn’t, in fact, it felt like he was slowly pulling you closer. Your heart beat faster than you thought possible at the idea that he wanted you close. None of this had been done in hopes of growing closer to him. You just didn’t want him in your inn depressed and alone. Right?

Right?

Sure, he was handsome with a lovely set of muscles and a jawline so sharp you could cut paper with it. Sure, his voice was nice and reminded you of… something. A dream maybe? But he was a customer and you had that rule in place for a reason. You’d been hurt too many times by customers who came and went when they pleased. Who played with your heart while they were around just to fly off to some other planet and repeat the same things to some other woman? 

But Crosshair wasn’t leaving, was he? Hunter and Echo had said they planned to settle down here on Pabu. Wrecker and Omega were clearly settling in as well. Perhaps that meant so would Crosshair? The idea made you flush at the possible implications. It would change things, wouldn’t it? Instead of him being a customer who came and went when he pleased, he’d be a neighbor, a fellow islander. That could make a potential relationship easier. 

Crosshair cleared his throat drawing your attention and you realized you’d been zoning out while staring at him. How embarrassing. It felt like your entire face was red now. Here you two were having a simple conversation and you were already planning how you’d make a relationship work. How pathetic could you get? Were you seriously that desperate to have your heart broken again? 

“Hmm? “ You shook the thoughts about him away. It took you a moment to remember what he’d said. “Oh, yeah. You're welcome.”  Placing the wine glass down, you reached up and brushed some hair behind your ear. “I can’t promise an amazing meal each time but… well if you’d ever like to eat together again we can.” 

He reluctantly released your hand and nodded. More time with you? It sounded nice. Plus it seemed with you eating with him he was more likely to finish a meal. But was that something he deserved? To be allowed the ability to eat with you and see that smile whenever he wanted? How could he be allowed that honor after everything he’d done? Would you rescind the offer once you learned who he truly was? “Y-yeah. Sounds good.” 

He stood from the table and so did you, you reached for the plate in front of him while he reached for the one in front of you. The two of you nearly hit heads making you stutter in surprise. Now that you were this close to him it was easier to make out his features. You hadn’t realized how brown his eyes were. It was like looking into a mug of hot chocolate with swirls of whipped cream in it. Not exactly pure brown but not tan either. Yes, you knew they were warm but you’d never seen them this close before. Now that you had, you felt even warmer. Then there were the bags under his eyes. Not as prominent as they had been thanks to the sleep he’d gotten earlier, but still there. Then of course there was his tattoo. You weren’t positive about what it was but you believed it was called a crosshair. At least that was what one of the bounty hunters you’d momentarily been with had called it. 

Crosshair stared at you for a moment, surprised that the two of you had almost hit each other. Your lips were parted in surprise while your eyes were wide. Eyes that reminded him of his dreams. Eyes that were filled with hope and happiness. Crosshair swallowed as he stepped around the table closer to you. He watched as you licked your lips nervously before allowing him to get closer. “It was good, by the way. Really good.” He whispered to you before raising his hand to touch your cheek. “You’re good at cooking.” 

“Thanks.” Your voice was soft. You watched his hand carefully as a shuddering breath left you. Yes, touch me. You thought as his hand hovered over your cheek. He hesitated for a moment making you wonder if he was nervous. You stepped forward and placed your cheek against his hand. He sighed softly, making your heart race again. “If there’s anything you desire, let me know.”

There was only one thing he desired in this moment and it was simply your lips against his. He leaned forward to do just that when a thump from upstairs sounded off in the room. It seemed to be enough to shake the trance you two had been in as you pulled away from him suddenly. 

You cleared your throat while pulling away. You couldn’t get involved with another customer. Not again. “I’ll clean this up. You should get some more rest.” Turning away from him was hard with the shocked way he was looking at you. No, Doll. Not another one. You kept telling yourself the lie. That you wouldn’t cave to him and let your desires get the best of you. But in the end, you’d probably give into that carnal desire to be touched. 

Oh. “Okay.” He nodded before stepping away from the table. “Thanks, again.” He motioned to the bedroom. “For everything.” 

“Of course.” You picked up the plates and turned towards the kitchen. Hesitating, you looked over your shoulder at him one last time. “You ever want to talk, I’m a good listener.” 

The smile you gave him was pure and made his heart warm. “Yeah, I’ll remember that.” You were just as sweet and kind as you were in his dreams. Without any other hesitation, he turned and left your private apartment. 

-*-

Crosshair sat in his room in deep thought. You’d cleaned his room for him, wiped things down, changed the bedding, and aired out the room. Hell, you’d even placed a vase of flowers on the table. It felt brand new to him. But it lacked your smell. The pillows didn’t hold your perfume the way yours did. The bed wasn’t as soft as yours. In short, it was boring. 

He laid back on the bed with a huff and stared at the ceiling. How would he sleep now with that smile of yours racing through his thoughts or the way? The silence of the night filled his room while a cool breeze drifted its way around his body from the open window. The scent of flowers filled the air, making him hum. Flowers. You liked flowers. It was clear from your room and the fact that your room smelled heavily of them. 

A long sigh left crosshair as he made his way over to the shower. He needed to clear his head and not think of you so much. He clicked the water on hot and didn’t he so state to step in. The cold water shocked his body to the point that you quickly left his mind. “Finally.” He whispered as the water started to heat up. Finally, you were out of his mind. 

“Crosshair.” 

The voice caught him off guard. He hadn’t heard it in weeks. Well, he had, but not like this. 

“Crosshair. Come to me.” Your voice danced in his ears like a siren's song. 

“No. You’re not real.” He whimpered softly while the hot water began to warm his skin. 

“That isn’t a bad thing? Is it?”  You wrapped your arms around his waist and placed your hands on his chest. 

The phantom feeling drifted across his body. This was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Not since the first time you appeared. “It is. I can’t…I can’t have you.”

“Yes, you can. Cross. You can have me all you want.” Your hands drifted down his body and wrapped around his hardening cock. “Let me help you, Crosshair. Let me take care of this.” 

“Please.” He shuddered as his hand wrapped around yours and slowly stroked his length. “Mesh’la, please. This is torture.” 

“Then give in.”

He couldn’t fight it anymore. With a few smooth strokes of his fist, he began to think about your beauty. Your lips and how succulent they looked. How your hips swayed when you walked and how softly you spoke to him. The way you cared so deeply it hurt for he knew that the moment you found out about his past you’d leave. “D-Doll.” He whispered your name into the steam filling the room. Stroke after stroke drew him to his first release in months. 

“That’s my good boy.”  You moved around in front of him and kissed him sweetly. 

Then you were gone and he was once again alone. His mess on the floor of the shower and his hand were the only reminders that you’d been there. 

-*-

Crosshair allowed the early morning air to envelope his body while he walked towards the waiting patio. You were once more standing there allowing the cool air to wrap around your body. Your ruffled nightgown blew in the breeze and slid across the back of your legs. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist before kissing the crook of your neck. “It’s early, Doll.” 

You’d been enjoying that lovely morning air when you’d felt arms wrap around your body. You were in such a haze that you didn’t register what was happening until you felt lips on your skin and then he spoke. “C-Crosshair?” What in the stars was he doing?

“Hmm?” He nuzzled against your skin, enjoying the scent of you. 

“What are you doing?” Your bodies began to sway back and forth as he moved you to the side. It felt nice and while you enjoyed the feeling of him so close it was not normal for him.

Crosshair hummed in thought for a moment before speaking. His arms holding you tighter. “Just enjoying the feel of you.” He felt you wiggle in his arms and after a moment he let you go. 

You turned and faced him with surprise on your face. “Are you okay?” Stepping forward, you placed a hand against his forehead to see if he was sick. It would explain the odd behavior. His arms were back around your waist and he pulled you close once more. “C-Crosshair!” 

“Kiss me, Doll.” It sounded almost like he was begging. “Like earlier.” 

Earlier? What was he talking about? “Crosshair? Do you know who I am?” 

“My Doll. My beautiful Doll.” He ran his nose against the tip of yours. 

Well… yes you were Doll. He was right about that. It was the hazy look in his eyes that made you wonder if he was ok. “Do you know where we are?”

He chuckled and nodded. “In our home.” 

Well, that made it clear what was happening. “Crosshair? I think you’re sleepwalking.” You placed a hand on his chest. At least he wasn’t sleepwalking while naked like one of your previous guests. He needed to wake up.  He chuckled once more and it went so deep you felt it in your chest. “I’m going to wake you up, Crosshair.”  You tried to wiggle from his arms but found his grip around you too strong. Maker, he was strong. If this was any other moment you’d savor the feeling. But right now, how he was acting wasn’t him.

You tapped his chest a few times to try and gently wake him up but nothing seemed to work. You knew from the event with the naked customer that waking him up too suddenly would result in him possibly attacking you. Chewing your lip, you tried to think of what to do. Staring at his lips you wondered if something else would work. Standing on the tips of your toes, you closed your eyes and pressed your lips against his. 

Crosshair sighed against your lips and held you close. For minutes it felt like everything he’d dreamed about with you. It was all so real and wonderful. You tasted like your morning caf that was just a little too sweet and you smelled like flowers. Your body was warm against the cool morning air and that sweet little hum you made was just perfect. So perfect and wonderful and real.

Too real.

It was like it all hit him suddenly. With a gasp, he gripped your upper arms tightly and stared at you. “W-what happened?” Why were you kissing? Not that it wasn’t nice, but you barely knew each other. Hell, he’d only just started talking to you. 

You cleared your throat a few times trying to get him to release your arms. His grip was just a little too tight. “You were sleepwalking.” 

He stared at you in utter surprise. He didn’t know he did that. As he took a moment to try and remember what he was dreaming about, he released your arms slowly. It all came back to him like being hit with a freighter. He’d held you, snuggled your neck, and kissed you. He’d said things to you too. Things he only said in the safety of his dreams. This was the first time he’d even dreamed about you since arriving. Now he was sleepwalking when he did it? Fuck, what else was he capable of doing while sleepwalking? “S-Sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” You stepped back from him. “Umm, I should get things ready for breakfast.” Yup, time to make your getaway. 

“Right.” He stepped to the side and watched you walk towards the kitchen. “Thanks for waking me up.” 

You stopped and looked back at him. “Anytime.” Turning back to the kitchen you walked over to the sink and began to fill the kettle for tea. You heard him head back up the stairs to his room. Raising your hand to your lips, you ran your fingers across the delicate skin while thinking about the kiss. “Anytime.”

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Quinn and Timm: An Analysis

*cracks knuckles*

Quinn x Timm is probably the most popular non-canon ship in the Papa Louie series. Even if you don't ship them, if you're in the fandom, you know about them. Drama, fluff, everything in-between, fanart, fanfics, these two have it all. Why is everyone bonkers bananas over these bitches? Because they are iconic. And I am here to talk about them, at length. Strap in. Please take this all with a grain of salt I like being unhinged about Papa's lore so /silly!!! Also I know I have mutuals who don't ship them romantically and that is okay LOL I just want to talk about their dynamic and drama regardless of shipping anyways.

1. When Pizzas Attack/Taco Mia!

Timm is one of the OG’s. We had to rescue his damsel-in-distress ass in Papa Louie: When Pizzas Attack, and from then on he became a loyal and iconic customer. He exists.  Quinn is a character introduced in Taco Mia!. She's Tacodale's top lawyer, and she's cool as fuck. Taco Mia! is where we first see Quinn, Timm and Associates in the form of a lovely��disgustingly garish lime green billboard that sometimes appears at the beginning of each day in the game:

Timm finally has a purpose! Good job, buddy. So, they’re partners. Law partners. They’re lawyers, and they own a law firm together. Note: Timm’s up there too, so he’s more or less equally as important as Quinn is. TLDR; They’re big fucking deals. What we can deduce from this is they’re made for each other. Okay, literally, lovey-dovey shit aside: Their names rhyme. They got the cute little double letter thing going on. Look at their peanut butter and jelly ass color scheme. Pretty solid symbolism for a food game. They go together.

2. Freezeria Freezeria is released a few months after Taco Mia. It’s iconic. It’s great. Also play Freezeria Deluxe it's out now. That’s pretty sweet. Anyways…

Hey, wait, where the fuck is Timm? Where is that lovable receding hairline bastard when you need him? Man. Come on. I wanted to make him a sundae. This sucks.

Oh, well, Quinn is here though... So, Timm is completely absent from the original Freezeria (along with a few other customers, but this isn’t about them). Apparently Timm was too busy getting his hair did or something.

IIRC there were explanations as to why they weren’t here, but I’m not even sure if it’s fanon or official, so…euhhh? "Alright, hey Flipline, you JUST got me acquainted with this duo, and now you take them away from me? " Well, get used to it, bitch. 3. Pancakeria/Flipdecks Holy SHIT Timm is back and WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT?? I think it’s around this time that Flipline starts making flipdecks, and great timing, because they better explain what the hell happened to this man.

Quinn and Timm’s flipdecks are made pretty close together, with Quinn’s being the 8th and Timm’s being the 10th. We're given their lore back-to-back, which is just #tragic. Anyway:

Quinn’s flipdeck:

"Quinn is one of the top lawyers in town, and offers legal representation for Papa Louie and his many franchises. Her law firm is now called “Just Quinn and Associates” after her longtime partner Timm abruptly left. Quinn only finds time once a week to dine out, and can be extra picky with her meals."

Timm’s flipdeck: "Timm has been a loyal customer of Papa Louie since the very beginning. Always keeping up with the times, Timm has been evolving his look throughout the years. He finally quit his job at "Quinn, Timm, and Associates" to pursue his lifelong dream of becoming a world champion dancer." So they split up. Timm left his stinking dead end job with no warning and Quinn is (reasonably) pretty upset by this. Okay, admittedly, not much is divulged here, so we have to do a lot of reading between the lines.

Timm’s flipdeck is entirely self-centered. It doesn’t even really mention Quinn herself at all, just the law firm and how he was happy to get the fuck out of dodge.

Also, “finally”... How long has this man been sitting on this decision? Dude’s been in court like “god I hate it here” for god knows how long. He hated his job and wanted to do something else. Okay, fair enough, dude. Be free.

Quinn’s on the other hand…

Note how Timm is described as “her longtime partner”.

“Longtime partner”--how long did these two work together? I feel like this wording is pretty emotionally charged, not to mention that “partner” is a word with several meanings. I understand that they’re lawyers, but like…come on. It doesn’t help that Quinn treats this split like a messy breakup by renaming the law firm to “JUST Quinn and Associates” "Yep. Just me! All by myself! I’m gonna put it up on my big pretentious clock tower with big bold letters."

Can you blame her, though? I mean, that was a massive dick move on Timm’s behalf. Even if you love Timm—and I do–he was...not the best here. And it’s clear by the wording of her flipdeck that Quinn didn’t know about it. SAD! So, when did they split up?

Most likely between the events of Taco Mia and Pancakeria. Considering that Timm was absent during Freezeria, we can safely assume that things were already over by then, considering he comes waltzing into the Pancakeria with his new look and all afterwards. 4. BAKERIA

It's 2016 and Timm's a chef! Wait. Okay. Timm is a chef now. Which is really funny when you think about it. He went from being a lawyer, possibly Papa’s lawyer since we know at least Quinn represents him, to being a “competitive dancer”, to…working for Papa for minimum wage.

So, Timm’s canonically a chef, which means…he has no choice but to interact with Quinn once a week. YOU WOULD THINK THAT SOMETHING WOULD COME OF THIS. AND NOTHING DOES. WHICH IS PROBABLY THE MOST FRUSTRATING SHIT EVER, SINCE WE ARE GOING ON A LITTLE OVER A DECADE LONG WITH THESE TWO. Longest slowburn ever am I right? Regardless of there being no canon evidence outside of gameplay mechanics, Timm and Quinn are interacting again. Nobody knows what this means, but I can tell you one thing: the ship was in it’s fucking renaissance and I personally was LIVING. 

YES. SERVE HER THAT PIE. OOOH THE TENSION!

Anyway, shipping aside, it would've been nice to see these two have...SOME sort of interaction, considering they were associated and all, and Quinn was hurt by his absence. But yeah, no, I guess not.

5. Mocharia

I've never played Mocharia and I probably never will, BUT WHAT I DO KNOW is that a bunch of the customers worked on the production of Mocharia Life. That's cute and all, but like... you know, I haven't seen anyone talk about this:

OKAY OKAY LISTEN LISTEN look listen to me. look. OKAY. Probably didn't interact directly. But DUDE. THEY WORKED TOGETHER. THEY WORKED TOGETHER AGAIN. Foaming at the mouth I can't handle this. There is hope besties...

So, that's about it. I really wish that Flipline would give us some actual interaction between these two, and I don't really care what kind of interaction, just something. Given their history!!! I think they're interesting, and my brain is full of these two. I hope you enjoyed reading, and thank you if you got this far!! ^_^

mutuals who aren't in this fandom, thanks for putting up with this hellpost. love u

[sillypuppetsposts]

Can we have some headcanons of how Frank Frankly would act if them were a suitor of yours (that is, of the reader)? please and thank you

a/n ;; OHH,,, FIRST REQUEST *breakdances* also please, i’m assuming reader is meant to be masc or enby presenting since frank is gay ^^ Because i am feeling enby atm since I am gender-fluid! Also, Y/n is described as being a lively and happy person,, :)

tw / cw (?) ;; swearing (they curse at wally a couple of times), marriage (OMG COMMITMENT😰😰), wally being a little shit! :) plus, (maybe) some horror and arg elements so be cautious! also mentions and hcs of poly frank x eddie x reader :3

BEFORE DATING OR BECOMING YOUR SUITOR!

Tsundere alert!!!!

Anyways, they aren’t as affectionate as the other puppets. But, that’s okay! You know they’re your friend, and they love you and your other friends as well.

Little did you know…

Frank was more confused when they were feeling these strange feelings, they would get red in the face whenever you complimented them or gave them gifts of any sort. And they would sweat and get flustered when you would hug them or slightly touch hands.

As You know, they are the grumpiest neighbor. So, someone acting super affectionate towards them (besides Eddie and Julie) made them feel so, special.. <3

They go to Eddie first, asking him why they feel this way. But, Eddie is kinda… oblivious to attempts at this stuff, so he just thinks your being extremely kind to Frank. So, our Eddie pookie was not too much help 😭

So, they go to Julie. And, Oh, she tells them what they’re feeling alright.

“Wait. You feel strange around y/n? How?” | “You get butterflies in your-oh. OH! OH MY GOSH FRANK! YOU LIKE Y/N!!!” “Of course I do, Y/n’s my friend?” “… Frank, I mean you like them, romantically.” “oh. oh.. OH!”

So yeah, that’s how they figured out they liked you.

And, now they are definitely planning to court you… because of course they are.

“Hello, Y/n. Would you like to go butterfly watching with me?” “Oh! I would love to, Frank!!”

They plan this out, he asks you to go butterfly watching with you, and ask you about courting you.

(Which, may I add, Is so stinking cute like wtf where can I find a love life like this..I have no maidens erm… ☹️)

So, when you guys were walking towards a small hill a little bit away from the neighborhood. They decide they’ll ask you on the hill.

So, when. you reached the top they waited for you to be distracted, and got on a knee and… well, courted you.

It was adorable and you were blushing when you realized what was going on.

AFTER YOU START DATING OR BECOMING YOUR SUITOR <3

Oh goodness.

Cutest couple ever! Like everyone thinks you two are adorable!

Everyone thinks it’s cute because your guy’s trope is basically opposites attract!

Wally being a little shit, and third wheeling, but distracting you and Frank gets annoyed 😭

“what do you even see in him?” —frank, questioning your friendship with Wally. “He makes me laugh :)” — You, who thinks he’s a silly guy

CATCHING AND STUDYING BUTTERFLIES TOGETHER!!!! THOSE ARE YOUR GUYS’ DATES!!!!

You like to play office with them and Julie

They don’t like it because Julie always kicks down their desk after they go bankrupt 😭😭

you sleep in the middle of frank and eddie because if you don’t you end up falling off the bed because eddie is a rowdy sleeper

“how did you end up on the ground, dear?” -frank, worried “i rolled off” - you, who got fucking pushed off the bed when eddie was having a dream

when you, julie and frank were catching butterflies on a hill, they tripped, and rolled down like a tube, so when julie started to sprint on all 4s, you hopped on her back and acted like a cowboy trying fetch a stray sheep…

Frank is still traumatized about that til this day…

[hayatoseyepatch]

ah this moodboard event seems so fun! >.< I’m gonna do my best to send enough detail but not go overboard!!!

so my selfship is with Tsubakino from wb, I just adore him sm!

I don’t entirely know what to put so I’ll do my best! very coquette with outfits and style, literally one of my favorite aesthetics I can only dream of wearing irl because of my job :( but also loves playing volleyball, bc that sport is genuinely so fun >.<

w tsubakino they’re outfits are always coordinated and on point, envy of all couple outfits because it’s tsubakino so obviously— shopping dates, coffee dates, at home spa nights, movie nights, etc. just soft and loving, and they’re each others best friends

they both love decorating for the holiday season— their apartments, their classrooms, helping the town decorate, helping (forcing) kotoha to decorate her cafe as well! as well as being able to give presents to show their friends how much they mean to them, even tho in Japan chrismtas is mostly about romantic love they also love showing platonic love for their friends as well

always at some point get caught under the mistletoe by “accident” w out fail

no colors or things I don’t want! i love this time of year >.<

Number one can I just say how obsessed I am with your selfship??? Like HELLO?? Honestly an OTP, me and Satoru Nii just got off the phone and he told me its canon now. Tsubaki is so slept on and doesnt get the love he so deserves so this makes me so happy.

The matching outfits?? Decorating together?? Its all so stinking cute and I'm officially obsessed with the both of you. I can just imagine you both going to a cozy cafe in your matching outfits looking like ICONS (me and Suo are shipping you both for sure!)

I kinda took the coquette thing and RAN with it, I hope you enjoy!

Suprise! A little drabble for you (ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀*)♡

Tsubaki hummed, making sure his lips were perfectly glossed as he headed towards where you were waiting for him. There was nothing more he adored than the way his signature red looked against you lips. He had been very strategic when asking for you to wait while he got two mugs of cocoa. He knew every place where Ume had sneakily hung a bushel of mistletoe. Smiling to himself when he saw you exactly where he wanted you, away from your crowd of friends at Ume’s annual holiday party. He swooned, even after all this time you still managed to get his heart racing, it pounding in his ears much louder than the clack of his heels against the snow coated cobblestone.

“There you are, my love.” He smiled, approaching with the two mugs. “Its so pretty out here with all the lights and the falling snow.” He hums, before smiling at you and handing off the cocoa. “Not as beautiful as you of course, but close enough I guess.”

He giggled, launching you to repeat the action before teasing him calling him sappy before taking a sip of the warm liquid. Shaking his head, before taking a drink of his own. Only to feign a noise of surprise a moment later. Pointing upward, your gaze following a manicured finger to where the touch of green hung in the archway of the gazebo.

“Would you look at that, mistletoe.” The tone in Tsubaki’s voice absolutely gave him away, that this was not as “accidental” as he would lead you to believe. “Well, you know how the tradition goes, angel.”

He smiles, taking a step forward, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind your eyes, admiring the way the lights reflect off the beautiful blue of your eyes. Wasting no more time as he dips his head, capturing your lips with his own. The hand not holding his mug comes up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. He lets out a contented him against your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away and pressing his forehead against your own.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” He coos, awarded with the sight of his signature color against your lips, sure he may have tricked you to get you under the mistletoe, but he was sure you didn’t mind too much. Especially not with the way you connect your lips once more.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Heyyyyy I’m here to distract you with that Emma x Draken x Reader thing I talked about. Because instead of looking over the schedule that I need to put in today I’m so stressed because of the election, practice, some medical thing that’s paining me, my stink af roomate who is a good person but doesn’t shower so she’s fucking me up by extension I just want to have a bit of fun and not sleep yet, anygays!

American High School Tokyo Revengers AU with a GN!Black!Reader

Walking into your new school, you already know that you’d stand out just by how you looked, not only for the color of your chocolate skin, like what happens most of the time in these stupid uppity privileged schools, but because of your style. You had a slutty punk style, a short black skirt that was mostly just for show as it covered nothing, a belt over your nipples because despite the fact that you really had nothing at all in the chest area you’ve been pestered over and over again by school staff to cover them and like hell were you actually put on a shirt that ruined your style! Either way, it still looked good on you so it didn’t matter. Organizing your new locker, the chatter in the hallways started to die down, gaining your attention and looking towards what was grabbing everyone’s attention. The popular kids walked in, the cheerleaders and the football players all looking at you because, well this person is the famed new kid they heard was coming in from one of the rumors and to them you looked,

"Weird but strangely hot." "Right man? I totally would tap that despite how odd they look!" Blowing a bubble with her game and popping it while rolling her eyes Emma, the top flyer on the team clung onto her quarterback boyfriend Draken.

"Heh, they’re barely even anything honestly, just a freak that’s a wanna be slut.” Draken nodded his head,"Yeah babe, they’re nothing special." Continuing their conversation about you and looking in your direction, they eventually reached your locker and you’ve finally had enough.

“What’s up with y’all? Want a piece of fine ol’ me?" Snorting Emma looked you up and down, though it was a bit slower than when she would usually do it to bully other girls causing a few to raise their brows,"Please like if my man would try to go for a whore like you" she sneered out trying to scare you into backing off and being under her foot. It was truly adorable though how she thought she could intimidate you, hanging off of her man’s arm, glaring as if she could do something and you wouldn’t wreck her shit, it was obvious she’s never had to experience the nonsense of black schools and almost being stabbed at random. Looking her up and down along with her man you realized that they were cute; she wasn’t a cheerleader for nothing, and damn she couldn't have picked out a cuter jock to go out with. Seeing this, you realized that this could be a great opportunity for yourself.

"Honey, you’re cute, but I don’t only love sucking on boy’s lollipops, I love tasting the bubblegum from a pretty girl’s lips too." Leaning forward, you put your lips on her's waiting for the usual gasp in astonishment before basically making out with her and taking the bubblegum from her mouth. Leaning away you smirked, chewing the gum a bit and blowing a bubble, "A little stale hun, come back another time with a fresher piece for me yeah?" Looking at her boyfriend you smirked, "Don’t think I forgot about you big boy! Both you and your little girlfriend can come for me, after all two is better than one right? " Laughing you walk away making sure that this time you were swaying your hips in your short little skirt for them to see. A hot jock and a cute little cheerleader, what more could the sexy punk bitch want?

-Souya’s anon lover

Draken and Emma are about to have their whole world turned upside down 💀

You just know that Reader is going to become a part of that relationship and show them things they've never even imagined before. Also: you can never go wrong with a tiddy belt 👍

[slashingdisneypasta]

Wheezy Weasel x Reader || Drabble [Part 3]

Plot: It’s been over a decade now and Teddy is graduating from highschool. She got into Brown, and they’re going- tomorrow. Which is why Wheezy is staying the night at Y/N’s house with them- spending one night as family before Teddy goes away.

So, Y/N and Wheezy are still happily co-parenting, but… that’s coming to an end.

( First part and Second part )

Warnings: Smoking?

Tags: @asperol-with-izzy , @lady-love88 , and @marinerainbow ,

“… Mum / Dad / Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop staring at me.”

“Soon I won’t be able to stare at you, though!!”

“You’re bein’ creepy.”

At this, you finally look away from Teddy; Waiving a dismissive hand at her. “Pfft, no. I’m not.” As soon as Teddy turns back to their yoghurt, you go right back to watching her.

“Hey- guys, what’s happenin’ in there??” A third voice calls, from just outside the front door - not 10 feet away, with the door wide open so he wasn’t isolated, - where he was smoking on the porch. “Heard voices.”

“Wheezy- “You sigh, exasperated as you get up from the couch and open up the screen door between you and Teddy, and him as Teddy watches, snickering into her ‘last meal’. “You can come in! C’mon, don’t make us force you.”

“… I don’t wanna stink up yer house.”

“Its one night.” You beseech back, setting him with a stern look- before pointing inside the house. “We insist. You’re here to be with Teddy- be with Teddy! Please.”

“… “A little grin quirks at Wheezy’s lips, looking back at them. You’re fricken cute, standing there in your pyjamas- even under the dirty porch light. “Fine, okay. Let’s keep the windows open, though.”

“Okay.” You sigh, shaking your head with a smile as you step back flat against the door so as to let Wheezy walk on past and sit down next to his daughter on the couch. While you close the screen door again and plop back down in your armchair, Teddy offers her dad a tub of yoghurt from the fridge. He tells her that’s okay, maybe later, but as soon as Teddy glances back to you to ask something- he sticks his fingers into her yoghurt tub.

“-hey!”

“What? Last chance to tax you for all that time and money spent on you these past 18 years.”

“Damn- cold… “Teddy says, shaking her head and turning to you once again with that vaguely teasing look that’s very much Wheezy’s genetics. “You’re staring, he’s stealing… I can’t wait to leave!”

… You know’s they’re expected to get sympathetic- make Wheezy apologise- play along… but instead you promptly turn to Wheezy. “Its not our last chance! She’s gonna be earning a wage very soon- we can bill her.” Teddy’s mouth drops open wide, in mock outrage.

“Ahhh, good point… “

“I’m not writing to you two. I’m going to join a group- one for college students, with terrible parents. And you will pay for our coffee.”

“Aww,” Pouting, you lean over to retrieve your tea off the coffee table between you all. “Last pouts- you’re so cute, baby.”

At this, Teddy rolls her eyes; A little grin on her lips as Wheezy rubs her back gently, shaking his head at you but chuckling all the same. He agrees, his baby is adorable. “Well- at least I get to pick the movie tonight, right? At least I have that.”

“Yeah, but please- no goddamn Bugs Bunny. Haven’t been able t’ look at that rabbit since you said you wanted to be Mrs Bunny… how old were you?”

The embarrassment is clear across Teddy’s face, mortified at having this be brought up- again!! After all these years!! When is she going to grow out of it?? “12… “

“Nah that can’t be right, kid,” Wheezy shakes his head, smoke slipping out from the corners of his grinning mouth. “That’s how old you are now.”

Immediately you nod, humming enthusiastically as you swallow down a sip of your tea and set the mug back on the coffee table. “-Oh, that’s true!! And, damn, Wheezy, you look old to have a twelve-year-old kid.”

Now Teddy just shakes her head, switching on the TV. Behind her back, Wheezy picks up a pillow from behind him and chucks it at you.

~

After the movie, and another after that in the middle of which Wheezy fell asleep, you and Teddy switch the TV back off and get quietly up. Carefully, you help Wheezy to lay down more comfortably on the couch - picking a cigarette out from between his fingers and a few out of his hat, lifting his legs up onto the couch, lowering his head onto a pillow, - and Teddy lays a blanket over him, before you both slip into the kitchen and close the door behind you.

Totally from muscle memory, the two of you continue to make hot chocolate then- she grabs the mugs and the spoons while you grab the milk and the cocoa powder. Teddy sits down at the kitchen table with the two mugs, while you pour in the milk. “… So, mum / dad / Y/N.”

“Yeah, babes?”

“… I’ve been thinking.” Once the milk is poured into one mug, Teddy reaches over and spoons in the powder.

You perk up at this, raising a brow as you fill the second mug with milk and then put it away. “Oh? Oh no.”

She just shakes her head and rolls her eyes at you, a bemused smirk on her lips. “… Look. It’s been a while since your divorce.” Ahhh, the divorce. From Steve. That wasn’t fun… it wasn’t that Steve sucked, in anyway. Neither of you sucked, actually. You had a good decade together- he was great! And he still sees Teddy for lunch every now and then. Its just that, you and him… basically did everything you wanted to do together. And then there was nothing, and it was better to break up then start to resent eachother. Why is Teddy mentioning it?

“- Oh, god. You’re not worried I’m gonna be lonely, are you?? Don’t worry about that, baby, I’ll be fine. Your uncle Greasy’s still sending me questionable letters- that’s all the man, I need right now.”

“Mmm, yeah, you gotta talk to him about that… ”

“Ehh, I tried that. It’s easier to just stick them on the fridge so he feels heard.”

Teddy blinks, taken aback by your nonchalant attitude about this ridiculousness, but ends up just shaking her head and moving on. “… O- okay. Whatever. We’ll circle back to that. What I’m saying, is… “ As you go to the sink and fill up the kettle with water, Teddy gets up to follow you- and gestures silently with her eyes towards the livingroom. “You know.”

… you squint, confused, setting the kettle down in the sink so you can stop and think. What?? “I don’t know.”

Sighing, Teddy turns and leans against the bench. “… I don’t know how to tell you this, mum / dad / Y/N… but Dad’s been in love with you since I was a kid. I don’t know if he ever stopped.”

At this, your jaw drops. Quickly you close it again, though, and shake your head. You let go of the kettle entirely and hold your daughter’s arms, making her face you. “No, no- I mean, of course he loves me. Sweetheart, I love him too. Really. He’s great, he’s amazing… But just as friends.” Its true- Wheezy will always be very, very important to you. Maybe even more so than Steve- actually, no. Definitely more than Steve. Wheezy still lights your body on fire when he smiles at you- hell if you know how he accomplishes it after all these years, but he does.

But that door closed a long time ago.

“No, mum / dad / Y/N… he’s in love with, with you.”

“Te- “

“And I think you would be happy together, now that I can take care of myself.”

“We- “

“I think you’re crazy about him. Its gross, but- I really do. But you’re confused. Because when it ended you resolved yourself to that, maybe for my sake, but the end isn’t always the whole end… you know??”

“You’re an old wise man, now. A love expert, huh?”

“Just think about it?? For a moment.”

… You think about it. It doesn’t take very long- after all, you know exactly why you don’t want this to happen. There are things to lose, here. Things that would kill you to lose, all over again. Taking in a deep breath, you let go of Teddy and cross your arms- but give her a little smile, to show her it’s okay. “… things are good, kid. The way they are.”

“I know,” She nods, patting your shoulder. “… But I’m gonna be gone tomorrow, and you’re not gonna have an excuse to see him anymore. Things, then… might be worth the risk. Dontcha think?”

For a moment you just stand there, looking at her. Your daughter, is so wise… how did she get like that?? It certainly wasn’t your influence… must have been Smarty.

After the moment passes, you take the opportunity to pull her into a tight hug. “- Mum / Dad / Y/N!”

“I love you!!”

~

After you and Wheezy said your goodbyes to Teddy, as she had asked Smartass to drive her to collage instead of you two, and you watch the van until it’s gone- totally gone- you turn quietly to Wheezy and appraise him.

He notices, and does not let it slide. “… what?”

“Nothing.”

Smirking, Wheezy looks back to road. “… ‘ts not my fault I’m not as handsome as usual, I slept on a couch.”  

Oh, please. Rolling your eyes, you look away yourself; Arms crossed loosely over your chest. “You coulda taken my bed, if you hadn’t conked out early.”

“Might take ya up on that offer. I could definitely do with a good nap, now.” Rubbing the back of his neck, Wheezy gives a groan. “Your couch?? For future reference- not fit for the living.”

“Hey! I have slept on that sorry excuse for a sofa at your place multiple times! And lemme tell ya- it is not much better.”

“Yeah, well, hate to break it to ya but Stu and Psy got that thing off the side of a road somewhere.”

Your jaw drops. How did you not know this??? “I think I got a rash from that!”

Here, he laughs. Really laughs, holding a hand over his eyes and cackling until it naturally dissipates, again. Grinning, you watch- he is so handsome. It makes your insides hurt sometimes. How can he still be so good looking?? You’ve known him more than half your life! You would think you would cool off, eventually. But no- he’s still as hot as ever.

“… Wheezy?”

“Ha- yeah?”

“I think I’m still in love with you.”

For a moment Wheezy stops everything- just looks at you. There’s a look on his face that almost makes you want to take it back, or run away and lock a door between you. Its sort of a dumfounded look, crossed with a disbelieving look so it almost looks irritated… But then suddenly he spits out his smokes and takes the one step forward necessary to be pressed up against you. You drop your arms from their crossed position in order to wrap them around him, and you slip into eachother like you always did. Naturally. Like it was meant to be.

He presses his mouth against yours in a searing kiss and you hold onto him tight, closing your eyes and touching your tongues together with a moan. You don’t know if all that time without each other like this was worth it but this kiss sure make sit seem like it was- so needy to taste each other again, so desperate to feel eachother, so happy…

Wheezy only lets you go to look you in the eyes with those familiar cold ones, and growl ‘Finally’.

[fluffypotatey]

Leverage Ep 11 >:3

Pre-game thoughts:

ngl the last episode was a lot of fun! got to see Nate at his breaking point, Sophie being the best (as always), ALEC AND ELIOT DUO!!!!!

also it looks like this one focuses on Parker? (at least, that’s what the blurb says 🤷🏻‍♀️) so praying for more moments for my ot3 🥰 either as duos or altogether, I do not care. just want them to have screen time 

anyway, can’t really think of anything else to add???

I mean, this is the last episode before the 2-parter finale, so I’m curious if this will touch on…..the ✨insurance company✨and that uh Crowley-looking dude (unrelated to GO!Crowley, a show I should also watch)

BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT ON WITH THE SHOW ✨ 

Reaction:

ooooooh a flashback 👀

Ok that was not a safe dose

AHHHHHH THE STOVE

NOOOOOOOOO ERNESTO

is he dead?????

oooooooooh team drama 👀

lmaooooo parents (Nate/Sophie) using jury duty as a lesson

“Yeah, I know jury duty, this seems legit” <- has only gone once

OooooOOOoooooOoOooh defendant is wearing colored shades, he must be an asshole 😂

WAIT WHAT

WHO IS FILMING THE CASE???? IS THAT LEGAL????

babe, please step the fuck away from the jury panel. i would not be in favor of you anyways with you standing so close wtf

oop! she knows!!! fuck they’re gonna strike her out 

ok but seriously who are those camera people???? are they even a real legal team???? the ick is strong, I hope they burn this other team to the ground

YES PARKER

CONVINCE THEM

SHUT NATE YOU WERE A SLIMY INSURANCE MAN BEFORE YOU DONT GET TO TALK

everybody giving Nate the stink eye, yesssssssssss 

(You would think, with how much I yell at this man, I hate him, but tis the opposite! Love him. He’s just an asshole, and I would never like him in person, great character <3)

OMFG ALEC BACKSTORY??????

YES PLEASE

NANA YOU BADASS

ELIOT AND PARKER DUOOOOOO

FUCK YES

Lmao he took the beer

literally before clicking play I was like “you know, I don’t think Parker and Eliot have been a duo yet” AND HERE WE GO

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE

nO glasses guy 🫢 was a faker?! <- is not shocked

jfc Alec is good 😍

ok what you doing Parker? oh wait nvm 

Chess???? lmao you nerd

“Hmmmm how do we show an evil character is smart…..I KNOW! Chess!”

ohhhhhh big pharma ok (can’t believe it took me this long)

WAIT WE DOING POISONED APPLE

ugh no we’re not

oh shit bribery????

ELIOT PLAYS CHESS???? you fucking nerd 💕

lmao Parker gets a lesson in social interaction (I’m so sorry, girlie, I’d hate it too, but tbh I also befriended an older lady while at jury duty so same????)

it’s ok Parker you tried your best 🫂

“I have a peanut allergy” <- love you Alec 

Nate, I sure hope you don’t regret that honeypot plan

OHHHHHHHHH oh dear ok now the brownface comments make sense

Ok show’s age has been shown

jfc Sophie wtf please tell me this is the only episode where this happened 

“I’m very spiritual” <- 🤢 god how many times have I heard this

Jesus H Christ I can’t even look at her T^T

awwwww Sophie is helping Parker

ELIOT YOU ARE SO CUTE

HES TRYING

PARKER YOU CUTIE 🥰 

i want Parker and the grandma to be friends. Like best friends

lmaooooooo she’s foreman now (I don’t think I spelled that right)

girlie, you sound like you’re giving the old man a job interview 😂

SHE GONNA BUY OUT THE LAWYER???? 

He won’t

Nate noooooooooo

ALEC

YES

MY BOY

HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN A SUIT

but also shit they are treading the legality there (<- she says even tho they do this every episode)

“Do you trust your government, Ms. Vargas?” ALEC 😂😂😂😂 bringing back the old teachings of being a Jehova Witness i see

WE ARE BARELY HALFWAY?????? (Sorry just looked at the time stamp  what do you mean it’s only been 20 minutes????)

“is that a high school yearbook?” oh my god

Alec, babe, love you, but what

ALEC I LOVE YOU

girlie you could say cauliflower steak

Awwwwwwwwwwww Parker has a friend 🤧🤧🤧🤧

Alec’s headshot is beautiful 

“It all checks out unless [says an example of exactly what Alec did]”

Ooooooh outsource mention 👀 

Nate there are cameras!!!!

“You know why they say, ‘Justice has a blindfold’? Because Justice is asleep” FUCKING DEAD

ok bro this isn’t jury duty anymore this is a trial???? did I miss the part where they finished jury selection 

OH SO HE’S AN ACTOR???

lmaooooo he was Scottish 

Awwwwwwwww Parker 🥺 “she likes rainy days” im fucking sobbing

Ok now that’s why we were only halfway 

“We win the trial” LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

Hehe Alec has to actually win the trial

“You think lawyers aren’t just pretending and trying to fill in daddy’s shoes” ok, uh, wow 💔 

SHE GOT A BAG LUNCH 🥺🤧

Eliot on another parents trip!!!

wait who is he fighting???? Oh ok

Nate, you look so fucking dumb 😂

*gasp* THAT MEDICAL MAN IS LYING FIGHT HIM ALEC

oh ho ho! bringing up his qualifications I see 👀 why he now only doing cases in Cali 👀

OH HO 👀

HE BROUGHT UP BIN LADEN 👀

GET HIS ASS ALEC! FUCK HIM UP!!! FUCK! HIM! UP!

Alex’s closing statement 👀 omg 🥺 yes babe 🤧 beautiful 💐 take my flowers 💐💐💐💐💐

jfc I’m nervous!!!! I know this will end happy but still!!!! So nervous 🫠

nooooo, she must not figure out 🫠

Oh dear, 

OH YES THEY TURNED OFF THE TV WONDERFUL

lol yesssss girlie, burn that fucking bridge!!!! BURN THE BRIDGE!!!! DIG THAT HOLE!!!!

unrelated but her jacket is super pretty

ok ok here we go. fuck I’m nervous 

YESSSSS LETS GO BITCH

FUCK YEAH MESS WITH THEIR CAMERA

why are you revealing yourself to her????? bro she could find people to get you!!!!

OMG SHE MADE A FRIEND! GET THAT COFFEE

Final Thoughts:

this episode was so much fun!!!! we may not have gotten much of the Parker/Eliot duo but I’m still happy that they got to tag-team! Parker learning how to socialize, be a team player, and lead was just 👌👌👌👌👌👌 wonderful so proud of her T^T Alec was amazing (obviously) and fucking killed both for stalling the case and winning it <3

not as much Nate/Sophie moments besides them acting like parents to their teammates and being a well-oiled machine 😎 so I’m still satisfied! a little disappointed that there wasn’t any hint for the finale but that might just be because of the messed up order again 😔 

overall: wonderful episode, this might be my favorite of the season (tho Miracle Job still has my heart)

[thefinalcinderella]

Tsurune: Irodori no Issha Episode 3: Kirisaki Ranking

A surprise Kabashima and Yushima (who have first names now) focused audio drama

Tsurune translation masterpost here

Translation Notes

1. This seems to imply that Kirisaki is also affiliated with a university 

Kabashima: sigh

Yushima: Good work today, Kabashima

Kabashima: ...You’re early. You already took a bath?

Yushima: Yeah. Baths before school feel great

Kabashima: ! Yushima, what’s that on top of your desk? A printout? Did we have homework or something?

Yushima: No. This is the popularity poll for the Kirisaki High School kyudo club boys

Kabashima: Hah? A popularity poll?

Yushima: The girls got excited while they were talking and made this, apparently. Wanna see?

Kabashima: How stupid!

Yushima: But you’re pretty high up there in the rankings. I see, you don’t want to see it. I guess that’s for the best. Apparently only girls are allowed to see it

Kabashima: Hey...hey wait a minute! Why are you looking at something only girls can see? 

Yushima: Me? I’m special

Kabashima: Yeah right, as if

Yushima: Because the girls rely on me. Like how the boys’ uniforms stink or how the weeding for the shajo is too sloppy, the girls aren’t pleased by those kinds of things. You didn’t know that, did you

Kabashima: I, I didn’t know...

Yushima: I was the one who told Mutou-sensei to ban leaving uniforms at the kyudojo over the weekend. And the girls talk to me about their love problems, like, “Who’s that? Does he have a girlfriend?”

Kabashima: Love...?　Such immorality inside our club! There’s a complete lack of discipline!

Yushima: You’re so strict. What generation are you from? 

Kabashima: Urggh...a-anyways, show me that popularity poll!

Yushima: Oh, you want to see it?

Kabashima: I’m just checking it! After President Motomura and the others retire, it’ll be us second-years’ time to shine! 

Yushima: Wow, you got fired up

Kabashima: The “Smartest Guy” ranking. President Motomura is number one, and Sase-san is second place? And then Fujiwara... These are pretty decent results, putting Fujiwara aside. Apparently, the two third-years are considering doing outside entrance exams (1)

Yushima: Even though they can go anywhere on a recommendation, that’s just like the two of them

Kabashima: The “Princeliness” ranking...Fujiwara’s number one, huh. Well, I guess that’s pretty reasonable too. He comes from a good family and has a refinement to him

Yushima: Wahaha. Nice job acting like you’re above him

Kabashima: You say “above,” but the ranking itself starts from the top. What’s the next one?  “Alikeness” ranking? Hey wait

Kabashima: Senichi and Manji are in first place. Are there other people who look alike other than them? What’s with this rigged poll?

Yushima: Well, even if you say that...this is just the girls playing around. 

Kabashima: The “Tsundere” ranking...even something like that can be ranked? 

Kabashima: Hmm? Who’s this Nikaidou (middle school)?

Yushima: Right? Apparently there was a good-looking tsundere who went to Kirisaki Middle School. It’s amazing that he’s still so popular

Kabashima: How stupid. It really is stu...hey! Yushima, aren’t you in first place? What’s the meaning of this? 

Yushima: Ah, that. It’s just the “Monk” ranking. I just have a shaved head, that’s all

Kabashima: No, there’s comments here that says “Because he’s always calm” and “He attained enlightenment.” You got some bizarrely high praise

Yushima: What do you mean by bizarre? No, but after all, it’s a Monk ranking

Kabashima: That’s true...

Kabashima: ...

Kabashima: (trying to hide his laughter) ...Of all things, a monk...

Yushima: Wow, it seems to be a hit with you

Kabashima: ...Sorry. No, but really, I think they’re compliments

Yushima: Liar, you're smiling. You’re definitely imagining me in a bodhisattva pose right now 

Kabashima: Puh...(clearing his throat)

Yushima: As for your ranking, Kabashima...

Kabashima: W-Wait! I’ll look at it myself!

Kabashima: ...Here it is. Kabashima Umetarou. In first place! The ranking is...what the hell is this! The “Annoying-Cute” ranking!?

Yushima: That’s great, isn’t it, Kabashima

Kabashima: Hah? Hah? Annoying-cute? I’m not annoying or cute!

Yushima: No, you actually are. If you’re just the most annoying then you can’t recover from that, but the moment “cute” is added, it’s an unexpected reversal

Kabashima: I won’t accept this! What part of me is annoying-cute? If it’s my ranking, then it should be something like “most reliable” or “most trustworthy”!

Yushima: Eh~~~

Kabashima: What! You got a different opinion?

Yushima: Ugh, this is why I shouldn’t have shown this to you