#you haven't had a chance to change your last name and that's why the boys don't know you're married to their captain | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

kenyummy · 8 months ago

Text

BEACH DAY ꒰⚘݄꒱ BLUE LOCK

SYNOPSIS: as a manager during the nel, a well-deserved rest was needed. what better way to rest than a fun day in the hot summer air, in a bikini, at the beach?

note: this was originally a special for 100k reads on my wattpad book found (which u should SO read btw #shamelesspromo) but to avoid confusion i edited out a lot of mentions of the manager characters who were included in this short! i really hope you all enjoy!

TODAY

is a completely regular day of fun outings. Shidou had (in)formally organised a beach trip, something you decided would be a good idea. The NEL has been stressful on all of you, whether it be you and the other managers, the players, or even coaches—taking a good day off seemed to be a good idea.

So, you were heading to the beach.

The place where women can wear skimpy bikinis without being called promiscuous names (it would happen anyway—but in a perfect world everybody would mind their own business) and the place where strange men (some of those men may happen to be named Otoya and Aiku) would check out the local fauna dressed in said skimpy bikinis.

It was a fun day of splashing around in the waves, ignoring all problems present in your life, and unwinding in the grainy sand. You miss it. That is why, even though you're sure this will happen to end up in disaster, you agreed.

So, this is what got you in this predicament now—thirty minutes before you had to get there with a ten minute trip driving—that was all that was left for you to remember everything.

Swimming outfit. A change of clothes. Sandals that won't trap sand. What else...

You ponder as you stare down at your duffel bag, filled with everything you need. Money—food stalls at the beach were always ridiculously expensive for no apparent reason, Floaties—you never know when somebody might just need some abrupt saving. Towels—plenty of towels, A robe—you'll probably be a little chilly when you get out of the water.

Apart from the obvious essentials like hair ties, deodorant, sunscreen, keys and whatever other odd things you need whenever you go out—you think you're good to go.

You take a good look at your swimsuit. You haven't worn it in a while. A simple black two-piece with each front piece of fabric being held together with two silver rings—it's a little smaller than you would've liked, but you don't own any other kind, so you decide to just go with it.

You roll up your towel nicely and tuck it into your bag, then zip it up. You stare down at the fat duffel bag that is practically bursting at the seams. You are ready to take on the final boss—the beach.

You stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom, pulling at the tight elastic band of your bikini. It digs into your skin slightly. Hissing through your teeth—you decide it's nothing, and quickly make your way outside.

With your bag under your arm, you walk out and look around. Two of the other manager girls said they'd saved a spot underneath a bright purple umbrella. It takes little effort to spot it in all its neon glory.

They both sit atop a beach towel, with odd things like sunscreen, keys, and waterproof mascara all scattered around them. You wave a little before you sit down on a part of the towel, taking in the sight of the beautiful beach.

Children running around, adults chasing after them—some guy was even getting told off in the middle of the waves for losing his swim trunks. All in all, the beach was positively bursting with rich energy.

You missed this. You haven't felt this calm in a good while. Dealing with all those rowdy boys vying for your attention—it took a toll on you.

Too bad this peace would not last for too long.

Your phone dings. You pick it up and press on the notification—it's a snap from Shidou. You hesitantly click on the picture and it's a closeup of his left eye—but in the background, you can see the side of the building you had just changed inside, and a shirtless Otoya is trying to kick at somebody.

You don't even have the chance to properly react when a loud yell interrupts your thoughts. You snap your head towards the sound so fast your neck aches—the source was Rin on the floor while, even though a second ago a phone should've been in his hand, Shidou is jumping him.

A smart, sassy quip and loud groans erupts from both you and the other manager girls—you slap your phone down and squeeze your face in your hands.

Perhaps this is the start of doomsday, you think as the overly massive group starts making their way towards you and your blaring purple target of a neon umbrella.

"[name]!!" Bachira crashes into you—with the way he knocks you both to the sandy ground, he should be playing rugby instead of soccer—and rubs his cheek against yours like a loving cat. "I'm so excited to see you again! You never come by our stratum!!"

He's flat on top of you and the stares you're receiving start to grow uncomfortable. You push back at his chest but he simply opts to sneak his arms around your shoulders, "Bachira...!! Let me... get up..."

It takes the brute force of Barou King Shoei to remove his figure from latching onto yours. With a twitching brow and eyes that could stab daggers into Bachira—a small laugh unintentionally escapes your lips when he talks, "You're all sandy, you disgusting bug. If you get all that sand on the towel, I'll seriously kill you."

Bachira is being held up by the scruff of his water suit like a cat. He dangles in the air and flings himself at Barou next—"Fight me, king!"

"YOU—!!!"

Ignoring the upcoming brawl on the ground, you step over the two and you find your way towards...

"Hello, Isagi."

Your voice seems to make him jump—his eyes widen in surprise at the sight of your face and he looks far too nervous to be speaking to you. "O—Oh... Hello, [name]...! It's good to see you again..."

He's trembling and making such intense eye contact that you wonder if he's okay. His fists are clenched hard beside his body and you think he might just about have a heart attack. "Are you... okay?"

He answers a little too quickly, "Yes! I'm fine, haha, why would you worry about me? I'm totally good! Best I've ever been! Why would you ask? I look okay, right? Well, I gotta go now! I'll see you later, [name]!"

He runs off like he's a high school girl who's just had her first conversation with her senior crush. I can't tell if he's insecure about how he looks or worried about being disrespectful to me.

Maybe it's a mix of both. Isagi is on the slimmer side, compared to guys like Barou. Even though I know he's not, he looks like he's on steroids.

And Isagi's always been worried about being disrespectful to you—worried about overstepping boundaries and making you uncomfortable—at least when he's in his usual, clear state of mind. There's no telling what he's thinking when he stares down at you late at night after a good game with that overconfident, egotistical smirk.

Anyways—he's rushed away by now, and you're just standing here looking all stupid. Oh well. At least you're not alone for too long, because your attention is quickly stolen away by a certain trio.

Karasu, Otoya, and Yukimiya all come up to you—only one bothers to wave or even smile (there's no surprise he's a model—he's seriously gorgeous, you note when glancing down at his torso).

"Hey." The sneaky ninja is not so sneaky anymore, because he doesn't even try and disguise the way he's staring at your chest. He gives you a thumbs up, to which you scowl, "Lookin' good."

"Get your eyes off my chest."

"Sicko." Karasu shakes his head with a disappointed expression. You deadpan.

"You too, stupid crow."

"Did your mothers not teach you respect?" Yukimiya clicks his tongue—eyes fluttering closed as he shakes his head. He soon turns his head towards you and he actually does make eye contact with you—a step above his two friends. "It's nice to see you, [name]. You look very nice. Ignore these two."

You promptly ignore the offended looks shot at the model—you opt to just stare, perhaps a little too dreamily (but you couldn't care less, really), and smile back, "It's nice to see you too, Yukki. Thank you, you look handsome today, too. I was planning on ignoring those two, anyways."

"Woah, that is seriously hurtful." Karasu places a hand over his bare chest where his heart would be. "Too bad I don't care."

You roll your eyes. "Of course you don't, stupid crow."

"Would you stop calling me that?"

"Would you stop staring at my boobs?"

He pauses. "Point taken."

Having Nagi cling to you during your time at Blue Lock is pretty hard already. Believe it or not, he's 6'2, and believe it or not, having a grown 6'2 man hanging off your side makes it pretty hard to get around.

Having a shirtless, messy-haired Nagi plant himself right on top of you and having his face smushed against the top of your chest is a little worse.

You can feel a burning stare at the back of your head. You're not sure if the stare Reo is giving you is directed at you or the snow-haired boy. (Perhaps it is both and he's just conflicted—you would understand).

"Nagi..." You push back at his head and slowly intertwine your fingers in the white locks. They're softer than you imagined, but the ends are unmistakably dead. You should cut it for him later. "Go swim or something."

You are disappointed (yet, not the slightest bit surprised) when he promptly shakes his head no and proceeds to dig his nose even deeper into your exposed skin. His voice is slightly muffled, but still plausibly understandable, "Nuh-uh. Dun' wanna."

Your eyes twitch. Perhaps you have been spoiling him a little too much—so much so he refuses to leave you be.

"'Cause I didn't wanna go, but then mmmm... uh—Reo told me you were gonna come... and it wouldn't be too much of a hassle if you stayed with me. Hadn't seen you in so long. Missed you."

Right. You forgot he told you that before, too. Perhaps you had been a bit too doting on Nagi—he's clingy-er than you remember. Or perhaps it had been similar to that saying, distance makes the heart grow fonder.

A loud shriek (it sounds far too girly to have come out of Nagi's mouth, but go figure) alerts you and you see Nagi has been grabbed backwards into a headlock by Barou King Shoei. Perhaps he had turned away from the villainous side since your last meeting with him, because right now, he's saved you twice, like a hero.

Nagi doesn't even fight the King's death grip—he flops like a dead fish and it looks rather funny seeing it so closely. Nagi is taller, yet much lankier than Barou, who looks like a bodybuilder compared to the lazy snowhead.

"You're kicking sand all over the towel, Mr Hassleman." Barou snarls and jerks Nagi's head back. The boy doesn't react other than wearing his little :x face. "Go swim it off. Now."

Nagi does not make any visible effort to move. Barou still holds him like a ragdoll in his grip when he turns to look at you—you laugh a little and move your sunhat out of your eyes. "Hi, Barou. It's nice to see that you came. I didn't think you'd like the beach."

He looks a lot different with his hair down, you note. But in a good way. Fallen beneath his shoulders—you wonder why he does not wear it this way more often. He still holds his signature forever pissed-off expression, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? You think I'm incapable of having fun?"

You pause, with a small grin. "Yeah, kinda."

He gives you a deadpan expression. "You're the same as always, you shit manager."

"I thought our relationship had progressed to the point we'd gotten past these mean names." You place a hand over your chest, a cheeky smile on your lips with a faux-hurt expression. You didn't usually joke around like this—it wasn't really your thing—but he was just far too easy of a target to tease. "I'm hurt, King."

He cocks a brow—you see Nagi trying to wriggle around now, and it's good to know he didn't actually die—"Seriously? Didn't think you were the type of person to care."

"Doesn't matter now. You're gonna swim, right?" With a nod of his head, you break away from his sharp stare and give him a small wave with a closed-eye smile. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Oh yeah—by the way, you look good with your hair down. You should do it more often. Anyways, see you later."

You do not catch the half-hearted wave Nagi sends you—which was just him flopping his arm up in the air—nor do you catch the look Barou throws over his shoulder at you, "... Not too bad yourself."

He says, but you do not catch it.

Nagi stares up at the man with a blank expression, "Who knew you were all sweet on our manager, huh, King?"

The King in question growls like an animal and tosses Nagi into the ocean like a ragdoll, "Shut the fuck up!"

"Beach volleyball?" Chigiri stares with confusion in his bright pink eyes as Kurona sits on Gagamaru's shoulders—setting up the tall net. His hair is tied up in a high ponytail, and his bangs fall over his eyes. "Are you serious?"

His head turns to yours when you shrug, "Why not? Beach volleyball is super fun. It's not like you guys can play soccer on the sand."

Chigiri pauses to think your words over for a second. You give him the most empty stare you can muster before you speak, "You really can't play soccer on the sand, Chigiri."

"Well, still. Are you gonna play?"

You shake your head and spare him a small smile. "No, I think I'll pass on this one. I'd like to see you play, though. You seem like you'd be really good at volleyball."

He gives you a pretty smile and shakes his head. "Oh, I don't know. I wasn't really planning to play either. I was honestly just thinking of sitting down with you and just relaxing."

"Oh, but I really would like to see you play. I bet you'd be better than anybody else out there, Hyoma." Not to be brass or anything, but you like to think you know a good amount about Chigiri—including how to get him to do what you'd like: Fan his ego. Or to put it in better words, praise him. "I think you'd look pretty cool."

You give him the nicest smile you can muster, and you're sure that's what seals the deal. He turns his head away from yours—yet you can practically sense the smirk he now holds—"Well, if you really think so, why not?"

You laugh a little as he walks onto the court, and each side with six players—even if in official beach volleyball, there were only two on each side, this was the most unofficial game you've ever really witnessed.

Otoya and Karasu are jumping on each other's shoulders in an effort to block the spikes—it only ends in the one on top tumbling to the ground and Yukimiya shaking his head in an I'm not mad, just disappointed motion.

Bachira is using his feet to play, kicking the ball up even when his hands were a completely more viable option—you think this is illegal, but who are you to judge—and Shidou is doing the same thing, except he... is hogging the ball. You aren't even sure how you hog the ball in volleyball, but he's managing it.

Rin is the one who manages to get it away from him but it only ends up in another tussle—something you do not bother to stop because one of the manager are already running toward them with a can of hairspray (which, if you were not previously aware, has the same effect as pepper spray if directed into the eyes).

You loll your head back and let out a heavy sigh. This beach day was going better than you had expected—still, your group by far had gained the most traction from how loud you all ended up being. You've gotten countless stink-eyes from old people, especially when Shidou yells out profanities in the vicinity of little children.

You wonder if the police may get called on you all. Maybe you should pretend you're not in their group as a last-ditch effort if it does end up happening.

You are broken out of your thoughts by a small, almost nervous greeting, "Um... hey, [name]."

You look to where the source of the sound came from—you get an eyeful of Isagi's bare torso before you see his face. He's looking off to the side awkwardly as if the mere action of looking at you would be purgatory, and he looks like he doesn't know what to do with his hands so he grips the end of his swimming shorts awkwardly. It's cute.

"Hi, Isagi." You smile. You shuffle over to create a little more room on the towel you are sitting on. You pat the free spot beside you and nudge your head towards him, "Come sit."

Obediently—you didn't expect him to move so fast—he sits beside you. He still looks stiff and nervous, so you ask him what's up. He responds, quickly but much quieter than his usual calm tone, "I was... um... ah, this is so stupid..."

He sucks in a deep breath of air and turns his back towards you. It's a little more built than you imagined. "I was... just gonna ask if you could put sunscreen on my back... I can't reach, and I trust you more than the... others."

You can practically feel the way his face burns up from how his voice cracks and grows more hushed with every word. To save him from the embarrassment, you decide to spare him from teasing words. "Sure. I don't mind. I'm glad you trust me, Isagi."

The words come out a little more sultry than you intended as you test the waters and place your fingertips on his bare shoulders. He shivers. You can feel it.

You spread the sunscreen all over his back—he places his face in his hands as you work your hands a little lower. When your fingertips brush against the waistband of his shorts he has to bite back a small groan. This was utterly humiliating for him—seriously, this was sad.

You're not completely oblivious to this fact, so in a menial act of pity for the poor guy, you try and finish up as quickly as possible—if only to save him from the embarrassment.

It feels far too intimate to be just a friendly gesture. He wonders if you feel that way too. You lightly rest your palms on his tense shoulders when you are done, sitting on your knees and leaning your face near his own, "Done."

He'd be lying if he said his heart didn't skip a beat. He swallows thickly, blunt nails digging into his palms as he shuffles around so he faces you. The words that come out of his mouth are a little shakier than he would've liked, "T... Thanks... [name]."

The smile you have plastered on your face is nothing short of pretty, he thinks. "No problem. You can come to me if you need anything, okay?"

Why do you have to say things like that, [name]?

Isagi gives you a small nod, and practically forces a wavy smile onto his lips. "Yeah... You're really helpful, you know that?"

You laugh. "I know."

The mood between you two is calm and the strange tension from before has dissipated. You're smiling from ear to ear, about to say something—when Isagi's demeanour changes completely. You're not too sure why, but he seems to spot something behind you and his eyes completely shift.

Gone is the meek and shy boy, and in his place is a coy, smiling man. He places a hand on your upper arm—it makes you jolt and look at him in surprise. A second ago, he couldn't even look you in the eye, and now, he was shuffling closer towards you like it was the most natural thing ever.

"Anything, right?" He finally speaks, and he moves his hand up, away from your arm and it lightly traces underneath your jaw. He looks deeply into your eyes, but still keeps glancing behind you. "Can I do this?"

You do not get a chance to ask what this happens to be—although, it does not take a genius to figure it out, and you are no genius—or even spare him an answer before he grabs your hardcover novel and holds it up in front of where the two of your lips meet—covering your kiss from the other players that surround you all.

He doesn't dare take this further than a small kiss—yet, it wouldn't be considered a simple peck either. His hand holds the underside of your jaw lightly and tilts your head up so he can easily feel you and the back of the hard-cover book feels cool against your cheek.

You'd like to believe the reason your cheeks are on fire is from the blaring heat of the sun shining down on you—even though you are underneath the shade of that purple umbrella. His lips taste sweet, like a fruity drink. You think a stall nearby is serving something similar to that.

You can feel his smile against your lips, and he seems to be all too happy to have you like this. He tilts your face forward and your body has to follow—to the point you practically collapse into his lap. It feels much more intimate now that you can feel his bare skin against your own.

Isagi moves his hand down from your jaw down toward your waist, holding you taut against him and letting his fingertips rest in the dip of your back.

You finally end up moving backwards, and your sunhat almost falls off your head—Isagi quickly readjusts it when he pulls away. He gives you a sweet smile—though, it grows more cocky when he glances behind you again—and says, "You really are helpful, [name]."

You blush a little but still retain that same smile when his hands trace down your spine gently, romantically. "I know."

Isagi joins in on the beach volleyball fun with Nagi after Rin and Shidou leave in favour of taking a dip in the sea (you think you hear Shidou saying something about skinny-dipping, and you pray to every god imaginable you heard wrong), so you are left to yourself once more.

You are perfectly content. Your sunhat lay on the towel beside you and your legs are peeked out in the sun—reading your book where you last left off.

Your life is perfectly calm until it is not.

Hands suddenly cover your vision and all you see is darkness. You jerk your head up and are about to say something when a heavily accented voice suddenly rings out throughout your ears, "Guess who?"

You could recognise that voice in your sleep from how often it haunts your dreams. You recognise that voice even before you hear it. You slump down where you sit, letting out a heavy, almost tired sigh. "Kaiser..."

"Ah! How did you guess it so easily, hübsches Mädchen?" He removes the hands blocking your vision and he suddenly plops himself down, right in front of you—of course, his little guard dog is right by his side, sporting his usual guileless expression. "Perhaps you think of me far too often, hm? Also, I told you to call me Michael. We are closer than that, no?"

You shake your head, eyes slightly squinted at him. "I don't know about that. Hello, Ness."

The puppy-dog boy waves his hand at you, clearly delighted. "Hello, [name]!"

Kaiser looks annoyed at this interaction. He scoffs, rolling his electric blue eyes and waving you off mindlessly, lashes fluttering closed, "Whatever. I cannot believe you're just reading at the beach."

You raise a brow. "What's wrong with that?"

He picks up the book by its spine and tosses it nonchalantly on the towel beside you, lips curled downwards into a sneer, "It's terribly dorky. You look like a huge dork."

"You sound like you care about that more than me."

"I don't want my love interest to look like a huge geek. Appearances matter a lot, you know." Yeah, you make that really clear. He abruptly stands up—Ness scrambles to get up as well—and looks down at you, finger curling upwards towards you like he's beckoning you to follow him. "Come on."

You blink with your nose scrunched up. "Excuse me?"

He coughs into a closed fist, looking up at the bright blue sky so he doesn't have to meet your gaze. He still holds a hand out to you, "Come on. Don't keep me waiting."

You're so shocked that you actually find yourself following after him—though, you do not take his outstretched hand and it is left hanging awkwardly. Ness would've taken it.

Your sandals flop on the sand as you walk down the beach, past families and couples and people simply wanting to tan—you follow behind Kaiser in silence while Ness walks beside you. You hope people don't think of you three as a throuple. That would absolutely not be good for your image whatsoever.

You pause as soon as you realise exactly where he is leading you. He's stepped halfway into the water when you halt your movements right before the splash of a wave hits your toes.

"Yeah, no thanks." You abruptly turn on your heel and proceed to try and make a getaway—you don't get too far until Ness grabs your wrist and tugs you backwards. You tumble into him—somehow, he doesn't fall over and only grabs your upper arms in his hands with a frantic expression.

"Please, [name]! Kaiser really wants to swim with you!"

Kaiser hisses through his teeth lowly and stares at Ness like he's just cursed out his mother, "What the hell, Ness?! I never said that!"

The small boy does not make it very subtle when he gasps in shock. Ness slaps his hands over his mouth and shakes his head—his voice is muffled when he speaks, but you can still understand slightly, "I—I never said that! Nobody said that!"

He's so embarrassed the poor boy rushes into the water and disappears beneath the waves. You wonder if he has become one with the sea. In the distance, you can see Kurona and Hiori chilling on a large unicorn floatie—with drinks and colourful straws—that should've only been able to fit one person.

You and Kaiser are now just staring at each other in very much awkward silence. You take a languid step back. "Well... If you don't want to swim..."

Once again, you do not get the chance to dash away because he's grabbed you and pulled you into his grasp before you could even react. You look at him with wide eyes—but you're practically putty in his hands when he bends down and clasps his arms over the back of your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder like a menial sack of potatoes.

Your sandals fall off your feet as soon as you find yourself tucked over him—you let out a very loud, very offended, very embarrassed gasp of shock, "What the hell... ?! Kaiser—put me down! Sick bastard!"

Your words have no visible effect on him. Your head slumps down when you feel him walking, and your hair hangs over your head. You get a good eyeful of his back. He's also more muscular than you imagined. Makes sense why he could even do this. That doesn't mean you're not pissed, though.

You can't see his face, but you can practically envision his signature cocky smirk and how it paints his stupidly handsome features, "I'm all fine, hübsches Mädchen. Are you ready?"

Huh? Ready for what—!!!

You feel so indiscriminately stupid for even asking this question—you should've already known the answer—because you suddenly find yourself collapsing into the water, salt filling each of your senses and the loud noises of children screaming around you fading to muffled nothingness.

You jump up as fast as you can—you're just tall enough so you can stand with your chest above the waves. You start coughing to try and get the small amount of water you happened to swallow out of your system—your hair is now wet with the water and is suddenly heavier, and you're shivering cold.

Kaiser, the asshole he is, is laughing wildly at your expression. You push your hair away from your vision and you receive an earful of his—stupidly charming—laughter. His hands clamp over his mouth in a last-ditch effort to muffle himself, which only makes your face flush hotter with anger and your chest tightens.

You want to yell and scream into his face, but you choose the better way out. You puff your cheeks out and hold your breath as you dive back under, swimming behind him and slamming your foot into the back of his knees so that he tumbles forward, face-first into the water.

You've never felt prouder of yourself.

You bob your head back up and start to laugh wickedly now—it was his turn to look like a drowned rat. When his head comes above water, you can't help the tears of laughter that brim across your waterline when he gives you a deadpan, silently fuming glare.

His wet bangs cling to his face (somehow, it suited him—the mere thought made you feel a little angry, in the way that your stomach started to feel all weird and your heart skipped a beat or two) and his red eyeliner is smeared down his cheek. He pushes his blonde hair back, so that his damp bangs fall over his left eye and his hair is parted strangely to the side.

"Hmph." He looks away from your figure—you have to cling onto his shoulder to stop yourself from falling over, and your chest heaves up and down wildly to breathe. "I don't know what you find so funny."

You look up at him from your slumped position, eyes squinted upwards and you're practically sparkling with joy, "You... you look hilarious! Ahahaha—look at you! I can't—" Your words are cut off by your gasps for air.

Kaiser does not look the least bit impressed. He stares down at where your cheek is planted on the side of his neck, right where the blue rose lies. His hands stabilise you by falling into the small of your back—right where Isagi's fingertips once touched.

You finally regain your composure and move away from how you were practically pressed up against him—your cheeks are starting to hurt from how hard you were smiling, and you now sport a much calmer sort of grin when you stare up at him. "Ah... I'm sorry—don't look so mad—"

He rolls his eyes, which makes you chuckle, hands resting on his shoulders, "Oh come on... don't look at me like that... I'm sorry..." Your tone is far too playful to sound apologetic. He is slightly enjoying the attention you bestow upon him, but the thought makes his head hurt so he chooses not to reflect on it. "Michael..."

Fuck. His name sounds so nice coming out of your mouth.

He still keeps up the annoyed act, however, even when you grin up at him with that stupidly pretty, stupidly knowing look, "Don't be like that... I'm sorry, okay? What do you want me to do to make it up to you?"

The blonde pauses, blinking owlishly and looking down at you. You are still smiling, and he can feel your heart beating loudly in your chest. You almost look dazed, probably from your previous session of full-blown laughter.

His hands still rest lowly on your hips. He moves one and tilts your chin up with his thumb, "Hm." A smirk coils onto his lips and in an instant you can see the happiness that practically radiates off his being. "I think this will suffice, for now."

He leans forward, and suddenly, he is kissing you. Unlike Isagi—he wastes not a second to slip his tongue between your lips and kisses you as deeply and passionately as he can muster—it's so Kaiser, so him that it makes your stomach twist within itself.

His hands run down the side of your body—the places where his rough fingertips meet the skin that you usually cover with clothing make you jolt and goosebumps form on your wet skin.

His bangs tickle your cheek and despite how wet they are, they are soft. His left, tattooed hand finds itself on the side of your stomach and his blunt nails sink into the soft flesh—he grabs at whatever he can get his hands on. It's lowly and desperate and so unbefitting, so uncharacteristic of him—but in this moment, he can hardly find it within himself to care.

The hot sun beams down on you both and it causes your head to grow all hot and fuzzy—Kaiser's natural warm body heat is not helping either. You're feeling so much all at once that your hands unconsciously place themselves on his bare chest in a small attempt to create a sliver of distance between you two.

It does not work. Your torso leaves no room or gap as you're sunken into his arms—it makes him groan into your mouth and god, you almost feel sick to your stomach when you realise your first thought after hearing it is that you really want him to do it again.

You're not underwater anymore, but you might as well be. Every sense is muffled—the children screaming, the cool, glittery water that surrounds your bodies, even the blackness that clouds your closed-lidded vision—all you can feel is him, his tongue in your mouth and his hands running all over the smoothness of your skin.

Suddenly, you feel your lungs aching, and you realise you need air. You try to pull away—but his face follows yours like he's a mindless dog, and you could've laughed at it if you had not been so stripped of oxygen. You need air and yet he's kissing you like you are his air—it's a fact that makes your cheeks flush red hot.

The only option you can think of is the next action you take—you squeeze your hand out of where he presses your chests impossibly close and entangle them within his damp, blonde locks—tugging backwards and forcing him to leave the slightest amount of space between your mouths, so you can gasp for air.

Your hand tugging at Kaiser's long hair, hard, and you hotly panting into his mouth—he'd rather be caught dead than admit this aloud, but it doesn't feel half bad.

Your eyes crack open slightly, and you have to choke down a laugh when staring at his expression. His face is flushed bright red—compared to his usual pale complexion—and his squinted cerulean eyes are clouded with unmistakable desirable passionate lust.

"Scheiße, hübsches Mädchen." He curses lowly, chest rising and falling erratically as he pulls you in even closer—if that were possible. You can feel every ridge and bump of his hard torso against you and the smirk that pulls across his lips makes your heart pound. "You make my heart race."

When your breathing starts to even, he closes the gap between you both once more, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down—you whine into him and he kisses you softly as some sort of minor apology—you'd never hear the word sorry come out of his lips, after all. His hand dips down to trace up and down your spine, while the other rests below your ass.

He slides his lips away from yours, down your neck and he rests his face in the crook between your neck and shoulders—pressing languid, open-mouthed kisses against the salty skin. His hair falls over his shoulder and trickles into the water like molten honey—it flutters around in the sea and he looks stupidly gorgeous like this.

Now that he's not blocking your vision nor taking over each of your senses, you can see now see the distant figures of your friends all playing together in the sea, including that of Isagi. He's talking together with the others and having fun while you're over here, making out with one of his most hated rivals.

Still, you can't find it within yourself to give it a second thought when his teeth sink into your neck, and his hands tighten around your upper thighs. He lifts his head after you whimper a little and push him back—he follows where your eyes lead and you're sure he also happens to see the head of your dear friend.

The smile that curls across his lips is nothing short of dangerous. "Oh, is that Yoichi? Are you worried about him seeing us?" You do not give him a verbal answer, but the way you look down and the way your lips tremble gives him everything he needs. "How cute. No worries."

He lifts his face and all you can see is him. His hair falls over his shoulder and his bangs tickle your cheek once more. His touch is undeniably soft despite the carnal look he sports in his sharp, angled eyes. "Why don't we give him a show, hübsches Mädchen?"

He whispers so delicately—you do not have the mind to shake your head no, nor do you protest when he slips his tongue between your obediently open lips once more, hands tucked around your hips.

Your heart will not stop pounding. Kaiser smiles at the fact that he is doing this to you. He smiles at the fact you are like mindless putty in his hands, and he smiles at the fact that he can feel bright blue eyes staring holes into him—there's nothing wrong with showing off, right?

2K notes · View notes

xan-izme · 1 year ago

Text

Dubble Life (ACTSV x Reader x Batfam) 3

A/n: I forgot to mention that the universe reader is in is earth-42. So, the Prowler is Miles, but he switches with Aaron here and there. and reader has the same last name as Miles.

Part 2, Part 4

Summary: Life with the Waynes so far was pretty good. Damian is still being a brat, so reader decides to be a good big sister. Someone from the past shows their face. In the need of readers help, for Spider-woman.

"I win!" Tim couldn't help but smirk in triumph. You stare at the 'Game over' on your screen. "Nah, nah. You gotta be cheating! Bro what is this!" This was the third time you have lost street fight with Tim.

"You two are acting like children." Damian spoke, watching two play video games for almost 2 hours. You rolled your eyes and gave Damian a look. "Cuz we are. You're like what, 9?" Tim chuckled as he packed his things.

"I am 12!" Damian argued. "Boy, like that makes any difference." Damian began to argue with you, you just stared down at him an announced you were getting a drink from the kitchen. You poured yourself a drink. Suddenly, your Spidey senses were warning you. You quickly turn around, just to see Damian. You scoffed.

It was funny how your Spidey senses always acted up when it came to Damian. You wondered if he wanted to hurt you so you couldn't take the Wayne throne. You turned back and continued to take a gulp from your cup. you paused for a moment before glancing to Damian you was eating a snack that Alfred made.

You thought that maybe the reason that you two haven't fully gotten along was due to both of you not even trying. So why not be the bigger person and try to be nice.

You slide yourself to the table Damian was at and set yourself in front of him. The boy frowns as he sees the smirk you had.

"What do you want, you bug."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that. If only he really knew.

"Look, demon. I think we haven't really gotten the chance to bond as siblings." You leaned in with a smile. Damian looked at you with distaste. "Did father put you up to this? What are you planning Davies?"

"No, I ain't planning nothing. What's wrong with wanning to hang out with you?" You arched your brow and leaned back into your chair. Damian sighed "I don't have time for you. I have work to do. So, if you'll excuse me." Damian stood from his chair and walked away.

"Alright, if you change your mind my door is open!" Literally, you leave your door open sometimes. You just forget to close it. A habit to try and get rid of.

After a few days. Damian did come to your room.

"Oh, look who's here. Is there something my little demon needs? hugs, kisses? whatever sisterly love can provide?" You smirked as you watched him give you a look of disgust.

"I don't want your useless affection. Father wants us to go with him to a meeting. Please wear something that doesn't look like a Hippe made it." With that, Damian walked out. He paused and took a glance of a picture you had hung on the wall; it was of a woman. Your mother no doubt.

You sighed and got yourself ready. Wondering why the hell Bruce wanted you to come along.

"Hey Alfred. Do you know why Bruce needs me at the meeting today?" you asked. Alfred handed you a drink you requested for

"It is a meeting at the Wayne enterprise. You will mistily be there to observe the working environment and understand what the Wayne family is about." Alfred escorted you down and helped you fix your dress up, so it was perfect.

Bruce couldn't help but smile as he watched you come down those stairs in one of the dresses Dick picked for you.

Once you reached the bottom, Bruce took your hand into his "You look beautiful."

Your smiled. Your smile faltered.

Remembering the time, your mother had a date with some man you didn't approve of.

It was cold out. Your mother was going to be with a man named Jim Bolton. You were happy she was happy. But you didn't trust this Jim guy. You asked, practically begged your uncle Jeff to do a background run on the man.

Jim was married at the age of 22, awfully young. He got divorced and has two daughters 3-4 years younger than you. he also had 3 DUI's. Your mother has told you he doesn't drink anymore. But you still didn't like him.

You watched your mother walk down the stairs, with a red dress on, her hair fixed up. Shinny jewels on. She looked amazing. You already saw her as a goddess, this just added onto the beauty you already saw in her. You couldn't help but look at her fondly.

"Okay, remember to lock all the doors. Your uncle Aarons going to be here in an hour to watch you and- . . . what?" Your mother noticed that small smile on your face. You were being silent. Just staring at her.

You chuckled and held her hands to yours "Nothing. . . you just look beautiful."

You missed her. You've been trying to not think too much of her. Not think of the time you two spent. Not think of her hugs. Her smile, her voice.

You have night terrors of what happened that day. At times you stay awake, too scared to close your eyes. Afraid to see every wrong thing you've done as a daughter. You make it worse for yourself by calling her number, only to hear no answer.

The Wayne building was big. Many people in uniforms rushing too somewhere. Rushing to get work done, rushing to get home.

You walked beside Damian. He has been quite this whole time. You wonder what was making your dear little weirdo so silent.

You sat in one meeting with Bruce and Damian. It was rather boring. But you did think Bruce was cool with the way he took over. Bruce had two other meetings that suddenly came up. He was going to take the two of you downtown to look around, get something to eat. Go to the movies even.

"It's alright. Me and De- Damian can go and hang around with Alfred. Can get a little Sibling bonding out of it." You held yourself back from calling the boy, demon. Almost let it slip for a second there.

Bruce liked the sound of that. When he agreed, you gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Bruce isn't the best with affection, but you have been doing these little gestures, hugging, the kisses on the cheek. You would even do the occasional 'I love you's Bruce is starting to think that you might just be getting closer to him. So, he buys you more things.

Sometimes you decline so he just gives you money.

Damian rolled his eyes as you dragged him to the car. Alfred Started the car and you two were now going to be closer than ever. Well, you hope.

"So, little brother, you have anyone that has cached your interest?"

Damian frowns "That is none of your business."

"I see, you must really her then. Or him, I don't discriminate on who you love." You felt a smirk creep up when you catch a glimpse of the look on the young boy's face. It just felt so fun toying with him like this.

"I don't have time for something like dating. Stop talking, you're giving me a migraine." Damian did visibly look tired of you, which made it even more enjoyable for you.

The first few weeks that you came to the manor. This boy has been activating the need for violence. You can't just cuss him out and flip him off like you did with Miguel.

You can tell Damian ain't stupid. He's sharp and very aware of his surroundings. One slip up and your done for. So, you decide to do what you did best.

Be annoying.

Damian ignores you more when you act like that. On top of that, you loved the reactions you got out of him.

You and Damian went to a music shop where they had those old timey records that you liked.

"Why do you need these things. You know you can listen to music like this on your phone, right?" Damian watched as you picked up a record and held it like it was precious. The most fragile thing in the world.

". . .The neighborhood I used to live in. Was loud. I could hear screaming, gun shots. And other things I wasn't supposed to hear." You gently put the record down and continued to walk down the aisle. Damian and Alfred followed behind.

"One night, there was a gang fight right outside. I got so scared. I ran into her room crying. She played a song. . ." You found a song you haven't seen in a while and grabbed it.

"She held me. . . and said, 'son solo sondios, mi amor.' and told me to listen to the music. Let that be the only thing you hear." You let yourself laugh, remembering at how much you cried.

"So, that's what I do. Instead of listening to sounds that give me fear. I listen to these."

Damian watched you happily go through the records.

Damian scoffed to himself. It was the first time he saw a real smile from you. Of course, you smile a lot. But everything was fake. You were putting on a facade. He didn't like fake people.

Lying all the time. People who lie, can't be trusted. And you lie a lot. he knows. You just haven't been caught yet.

But that, what you just did. You were actually being real. You don't seem too bad. For a bug.

"What's this?" Damian spoke up when he picked up a record that had big words on it with a blue background.

"Oh, Boney M. I love these guys." You know Uncle Aaron had full blown collocations of the band.

You looked down to see the look of confusion on Damians face. "Oh, my Go- Come on man. You really don't know these guys?"

"No, should I? . . . My mother wasn't like yours." Damian mumbled. He sets down the record. You stared at him, then glanced to Alfred. You don't know much about Damian's mother. Just that she left him with Bruce.

Due to the boy's uptight attitude, you assume his mother was strict. And based on Alfreds expression, she probably wasn't the best.

You put your hand on his shoulder. "Let's go watch a movie. Yeah?"

The movie was a comedy, it was funny to you. Even more funny that Damian couldn't understand the jokes in the movie. Just watching you laugh so much just because he wasn't understanding the jokes, Damian couldn't help but laugh himself.

"I liked the ending." Damian spoke as you two exited out the theater. "What? for real? . . . why? The ending was kind of butt." You say, Wanting to know why Damian actually liked the ending.

"Well, the main character, Lisa. She found out she was being played by that Moses guy. Even if he caught feelings for her at one point, he didn't have those feelings when he went with that dare. When he kissed her at the prom as some stupid form of an apology, she just slapped him. She knew her worth."

You just stared in utter disbelief. You couldn't help but giggle, then burst out laughing.

"What? Why are you always laughing!'' Damian was scolding you as you continued to laugh and try to explain why you were laughing.

Suddenly you felt your Spidey senses go crazy. Thats when an explosion was heard.

"Oh shi-"

people started running in panic. "It's joker. . ." You heard Damian mumble. You quickly grab Damians hand and try to get to the car where Alfred was parked. Damian let you drag him. So many people were crowding up in a panic.

Damian looked up at you, then to the multiple explosions Joker was dropping. Hearing his damn laugh echo. He was putting his Job as Robin first. And let your hand go. You felt him let go. You quickly turn around. Panic sets in you. You called out his name as you tried to shove people away so you could get through.

"DAMIAN!" You tried to help a few people who got hurt by the falling rubble around them. But all you could think of was Damian. You kept calling the boy's phone. But it would go straight to voicemail. You cussed multiple times.

You went back into the theaters, calling out for Damian, asking anyone if they had seen a little boy come back in.

You didn't know he had left to fulfill his role as Robin.

You were currently in an alleyway. Trying to get to Damian on the phone, no answer. You try to contact Bruce, you lost service. You got frustrated and decided to just run around like an idiot to try and look for the boy.

But you accidentally ran into someone and knock them down.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry Ma'am. Are you alright?" You were quick to help the girl up.

"Thanks. . . you look good, Y/n."

You paused. Who was this? how did she know your name. Your look of confusion started to fade as you recognized the voice. You began to step back.

The girl fully showed her face. Starring you right in the eyes.

"Gwen?"

--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--

tag list: @lockofspades @redsakura101 @ruby-izo

#miguel o'hara #miles morales #atsv x reader #gwen spiderverse #x daughter!reader #damian wayne #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfam x reader #batfam x batsis #tim drake #dick grayson #spoderverse

1K notes · View notes

elizais · 1 year ago

Text

meeting dazai in the port mafia

summary: you and dazai as teens falling for eachother, the demon prodigy and the quietest member of the port mafia. pm!dazai x fem!reader warnings: port mafia activities

you had been in the mafia since you could remember. one member who has since been 'dismissed' had found you when you could still show your age on your fingers, taking you in for your strong ability. he was never seen again after a couple years, now it was the jobs of executives kouyou and hirotsu to keep an eye over you. so now, as a 14 year old who has known nothing but being the youngest, this was your lifestyle.

somehow, you always kept your quiet and kind demeanor. anyone seeing you shopping in the city would assume you had a family in a nice house, had no clue what torturing a man looks like and had school 5 days a week. when mori mentioned that there was someone your age named dazai, you didn't think anything of it. the last person "your age" was 6 years older than you and didn't last for long. little did you know you and him were only a couple months apart.

so, on a normal day of delivering paperwork between higher-ups, kouyou called for you and said "y/n. you will be going for a mission in a week's time. nothing you haven't done before but just be aware of it coming up. mori will talk to you soon, i believe."

that's when you met him. dazai. a boy who actually was, your age! now knowing of the mission, you put together why mori mentioned him. a tall boy dressed in run of the mill port mafia attire. you met each other after mori called you to his office regarding the mission. "l/n, this is dazai. dazai, this is l/n." you both shook hands and you visibly shuddered, feeling.. different? mori let out a small laugh seeing your reaction - you being unaware of dazai's ability caused the feeling that shot through you as he momentarily cut your ability off.

"oh. yes, dazai's ability is "No Longer Human", so he nullifies abilities by touching them." the boss explained. "oh, that's useful but it feels incredibly odd." you said quietly in dazai's direction with a polite smile. "yeah, your ability is..?" you opened your mouth to respond but mori noticed the awkwardness that accompanied your shy nature and explained your ability briefly. dazai simply nodded whilst listening.

afterwards, mori explained that your job next week was a simple one. to sneak into an office building in the city outskirts (using your innocent looks and attitudes) and dazai accompanying you for 1, if the guards catch on and 2, to get to know one another for future jobs. mori claimed "your ability is well trained enough now to be more than what you are told to do by kouyou and hirotsu as they are far too soft for you." and with that, he sent you and osamu away.

"l/n?" dazai asked as you made the walk from one side of HQ to the other. "yes?" "how long have you been here? i have been here for almost a year and never got the chance to see you around." dazai quickly asked, you saw him looking at you whilst asking through your peripheral vision, but you looked straight ahead. "the better part of a decade, i think. i can name most people here but they took me in for my ability and as bait in a lot of missions. i stay with higher ups when i don't have anything to do." dazai listened to your answer and simply hummed in response. you had many questions, about his past, the bandages, how he is already climbing the ranks, why he joined.. but you didn't voice one. any of those questions were almost guaranteed to have unpleasant answers.

soon enough, the day came, the driver took you up until a 10 minute walk away. you were dressed in the casual clothing that rarely got used from being in such an organisation. but you could tell you had more experience in this way of dressing than your new partner as you had to kindly explain that most city 15 year olds don't dress in a suit and tie for work in the mafia to dazai. confused, he decided to just buy something and get changed after getting out the car. now, the average civilian could never guess two mafiosos were amongst them!

the task itself was nothing out of the blue, but your quick banter throughout the couple hours sneaking around an office that mori refused to tell you what exactly for did entertain you. dazai would never admit it but he wished that this outing would never end. coaxing you out of your shy shell to get you to the point of doing snide impressions of the other members (especially mori).

but, you both laughed a little too loud and someone ran down the corridor to the room you were in. this had never happened to you before. without a word, his bandaged hand grabbed your lower arm and dragged the both of you into the long, empty cupboard beneath the countertops. thankfully, you both knew they were empty since you checked those previously for the box you two were looking for.

just as you both were cross-legged facing each other, holding your breath to not breathe too loud, surprised the beating of your hearts didn't give yourselves away, 2 men stormed in. "I know I heard two kids in here!" a gruff voice spoke, "I swear to god, we have work to do." the other responded. they exited just as quickly as they came. dazai peaked his head out, bumping his head doing so which resulted in a giggle from you. he smiled whilst rubbing his head where it hit and gave you a nod - silently saying that the both of you could leave.

as you carried on searching the room, mori called dazai's phone - informing him that they should both leave as new information came in. subsequently making this excursion pointless. neither of you felt that it was a waste of time though, whilst sneaking back out and making your way to the pick up spot, you both allowed your bodies to walk a little bit closer than before.

"hey, daz-" you asked, slightly more confident than you usually are before getting cut off with "please, it's osamu". osamu informed you with a small smile as you corrected yourself. "well,, osamu. please use y/n."

hiii, idk how to feel ab this one but i love seeing pm!dazai things so i felt that i should contribute 💕

#dazai osamu #dazai x reader #osamu dazai #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #port mafia #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #pm!dazai #port mafia dazai

376 notes · View notes

seven-gill · 2 months ago

Note

Hiya!!!! Just wanted to pop in and say I LOVE your art!! You're an incredibly skilled artist, and I desperately wish I had better connection on tumblr so I could look more closely at your designs

I actually had a couple questions! Feel free to not answer if you don't wanna, but they popped into my head as I was scrolling through your art ^^

What's your design process like?

I've noticed a very high interest in SeaWings and especially with your Moray and Shark designs, I was wondering if there were any fish you really want to incorporate into a design but haven't had a chance to yet?

Your pinned post mentions a long list of marine life - could you explain that list a bit more? What leads you to putting something on the list? Is it in a specific order? What are a couple of your favorite entries and why?

Thanks for sharing your exquisite art with the world - I look forward to seeing more!!!

Urgh I wish I could say I had a proper process but I'm a little all over the place. Generally I tend to follow these steps when conceptualizing WoF characters:

a. Read up on that specific character, usually by skimming through the books/reading the wiki. What is the most basal information I can work with. For Listener, I know she is tall, curvy, and looks like a successful hunter. She's got some spunk and spontaneity to her character, although she's occasionally ignorant and air-headed. In the end, she's a devoted friend with a strong sense of justice and empathy. At least, that's my reading of her.

b. Start sketching! Play around with shapes and motifs. What does this character feel like to me? What color are they if that's never been specified? What shape are they? What sort of theme do I want them to have? Can I incorporate their name into their design? How does their personality reflect their visual appearance? Translating personality traits into physical ones is a "whatever feels right" sort of deal for me. Listener felt loose and round to me and I wanted to give her a tom-boyish look with some little quirks that I felt made her endearing and lively. This is also where personal headcanons come in. Now Listener has the equivalent of a dragon bob-cut. Now she has buckteeth, a snub nose, and hey- her name is Listener, so why not give her big ears?

c. Clarify and refine. The original sketch is typically a huge mess of gestural drawing so I'll go over it/redraw it a few times and clarify any details I might have skipped. Sometimes I try a different pose or expression to see if it still looks alright under different conditions. Maybe I flip the canvas lol. I might end up changing minor aspects of the design at this point, or scrapping it entirely if it isn't working. For Listener's design I clarified the shape of her snout, ears, and shrunk her earrings.

2. Yeah I've drawn a lot of SeaWings by this point, lol. I'd like to say it was a coincidence, but maybe my subconscious would argue otherwise. I think it's because all the SeaWings have such large named families consisting of prominent characters, so if I draw one, then I feel compelled to draw their mother, or brother, etc... As for what fish I'd like to base a SeaWing on, I have no idea! I tend to, rather uncreatively, base a character's design off their name. Although, I've been working on a Indigo design with betta fish inspiration.

3. OH BOY, the List. The List is actually a Google slideshow I've been working on and off of for the last five years. It's a list compiling aquatic organisms (extant or extinct) that I find strange, whether it be due to their appearance or behavior. Think animals like cookie cutter sharks, giant isopods, stoplight loose jaws, and siphonophores. If it looks weird or does weird things, it's going on the List. I've always had a fondness for unusual sea creatures, and I love to make organized lists! The List serves no actual purpose beyond my own amusement. It's arranged alphabetically and each slide consists of a name (common and scientific), a photo or two, and a brief description of the species and any explanation for their unusual appearances or habits. It's very informal, but I'm working on tidying it up and adding actual scientific information rather than a funny quip from me. Most slides only feature a picture and have yet to receive a thorough description. There's currently 346 entries so it's hard to pick a favorite, but here's some highlights:

Fried Egg Jellyfish (Phacellophora camtschatica) It looks like an egg. It's great.

Predatory Tunicate (Megalodicopia hians) Most of it's relatives are vase-shaped filter feeders, whereas this one is anything but.

Red-lipped Batfish (Ogcocephalus darwini) Just look at this thing. Who put lipstick on it.

Annnnd that's about it. Sorry for the long posts, I have no idea how to be concise! Thank you so much for the kind words! It's honestly surreal to be here.

19 notes · View notes

green-socks · 2 years ago

Text

Teenage Dream

Pairing: Willard Hewitt (2011 version) x f!reader

Summary: Moving back home turns out more exciting than you'd thought when you run into Willard, your crush from way back.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: rated M: car sex but not explicit, only mentioned. Aged up Willard so he's mid to late 20s in this!! They're at a bar but no one's actually drunk.

Notes: I don't know if anyone but me is into this but I just wanted to hear it for the boy. Give the boy a hand!! I love him so. Much love, as always, to @a-reader-and-a-writer for betaing and for putting up with my booty-calling ass at all times <3

If you've seen the video of Miles dancing to footloose while driving, that's 100% grown up Willard, just so you know.

Moving back to Bomont didn't feel nearly as bad as you once had thought it would. Getting out for a few years felt good, sure, and seeing more of the world even better. But now it just felt nice to return home and be closer to your family. Besides, your work allowed a remote position, so it didn't much matter where in the world you were as long as the job got done. And Bomont allegedly had great internet these days, so you figured why not.

Your friend Iris from school had also moved back two years ago, so you knew there was at least one good friend there waiting for you already. It would be nice to catch up with her and be closer again.

And what better way to catch up than go out to the closest bar (which was in the next town) where the clientele wasn't exclusively well over 55. It was a good bar. They had great cocktails and gave discounts to anyone who sang karaoke, so the people were generally in great spirits.

Around midnight, after a couple of drinks that provided an unnecessarily vivid throwback to your teenage years and a powerful duet of I Will Survive, you were on the hunt for some water.

Stumbling right into the solid chest of an actual tall drink of water wasn't on your mission plan but you were willing to roll with the punches. Only before you even had the chance to raise your head and see who the chest belonged to, the man happily shouted out your name.

"Wait– Willard?"

(It really shouldn't have surprised you that in this corner of the world you always had a chance of running into someone you knew.)

That face you recognized. That face hadn't changed basically at all in the nearly ten years that it had been since you last saw him. The rest of his body was what didn't compute. The Willard from school had been tall too, obviously, but also kind of lanky with long flailing limbs. The Willard in front of you now was huge, with broad, strong shoulders and biceps that– okay yeah you were staring. But seriously, that t-shirt had to be a size or two too small.

The man himself fortunately seemed oblivious to your gawking, and instead wrapped you in a quick but enthusiastic hug.

"Great to see you! I heard you were back but didn't expect to run into you just yet. What's it been, nearly ten years? Man, time flies," he prattled on, releasing you and looking you over as if he was cataloging if anything had changed.

"Good to see you too," you finally managed, looking up at him. "Yeah, I moved back just three days ago. But you never left, did you?"

"Hey, I went to college!" He pouted in mock offense. "But yeah, then I came straight back. Big cities freak me out." This time he pretends to shiver. "If I need to experience the wild world for a weekend I go stay with Rusty, but otherwise I'm good here."

"Oh, how is she doing? I haven't seen her in years either."

"She's doing great! She lives with her girlfriend Annie now, and they have a really cute dog," Willard said excitedly.

You knew that Rusty had a girlfriend through Iris who was the one in the loop for all gossip and followed everyone on social media, still keeping up with everything. You hadn't bothered with that so much, but it was still nice to hear these updates. You hadn't been that close with Willard or his gang, but you had some classes together and became friendly enough that way.

"How about you?" you asked. "You and Ren still going strong? Still do everything together?" You smiled a little teasingly because this one you already knew the answer to. You had heard that they had mostly taken over Ren's Uncle Wes's car shop, and apparently business was going so great people came there from out of town in search of better service.

"I accidentally put on his shirt tonight because our laundry keeps getting mixed up. Does that answer your question?" he deadpanned, making you laugh.

"That explains it. I thought your arms looked about ready to burst out of that shirt."

You immediately snapped your mouth shut, feeling embarrassed. Why would you point that out?? He brought up the shirt and your mind immediately went there again, but you didn't need to say it for crying out loud.

Thankfully Willard only laughed. "I know right? I don't understand how it keeps happening, it's not like we even have the same size most of the time. You should have seen one time I put on his sweatpants to run to the store, I thought I was gonna get arrested for public indecency or something!"

You choked a little bit on your water at that mental image.

"I'm sure the old ladies at the market were quite delighted," you chuckled.

Willard snorted. "Yeah, I got some looks alright, though I wasn't sure if they were into it or if they thought I needed Jesus."

The two of you continued catching up, moving farther to the edge of the dancefloor where you could talk without having to shout. You had no idea how much time had passed until Iris came to knock on your shoulder. After greeting Willard, she turned back to you, pulling you aside to talk a little more privately.

"How would you feel about me staying here in town for the night? We can totally head home together, but I have a chance to get laid if I stay here. Maybe you could get a ride with Willard?"

"You wanna go and have a sleepover with Alex?" you teased her. You knew Alex was her regular companion here, that she was kind of hoping would turn into something more, so you couldn't begrudge her.

"Could I?" she tried a half apologetic, half pleading smile. "You and Willard seem to be hitting it off." Her eyes were pointedly looking in the man's direction, who was still hovering a few feet behind you.

"Speaking of which. You didn't warn me he looks like that now!" you hissed. She was the one who was supposed to relay all the interesting knowledge to you!

"Well, I mean, he doesn't do anything for me. I didn't think it was important," she shrugged.

"But you know I was super into him in school, obviously he does it for me!"

"That was ages ago! I'm barely into people I liked two years ago let alone in school!"

"But it's Willard," you gesticulated broadly with your hands, hoping to emphasize the point.

"Alright, fine, I understand. But we're getting off track here." And with that Iris side-stepped you to talk to the man himself. "Hey Willard, could you take her home tonight? I'm staying in town, but I trust you to keep her safe," she smiled sweetly, playing all innocent.

You noted three things. One, she used the words take her home, and you were definitely going to kick her for that later. Two, Willard didn't even need to be buttered up, because of course he would help an old friend. And three, he honest to god puffed out his chest at Iris telling him he was trustworthy. Even tipped his hat, giving her his word that he'd take care of you.

Goodness gracious, you might not survive this night.

"Are you sure it's not too much trouble? And that you're good to drive?" you wanted to check.

"I've only had one beer tonight, I'm cool. And it's no trouble at all, I promise," he smiled.

With that, Iris took her leave, but not before giving you a hug, demanding you check in later, and threateningly muttering something about crushed testicles to Willard. He looked appropriately nauseated.

Clearing his throat a couple of times, Willard turned to you again. "Uh.. uhm, do you want to go home right now or, uh, do you wanna dance for a bit?"

"I could dance for a bit, yeah!" You were so proud of yourself for sounding totally cool and normal.

The dance floor was unfortunately packed because the night was at that point where everyone had had just the right amount of liquid courage to let loose.

But no one let loose like Willard.

You had never before danced with a guy, or anyone really, who was so willing to absolutely tear up the dance floor with no regard to how it looked. Of course, Willard looked fantastic – Ren was a great teacher after all – but more important was the fact that he was genuinely having fun with it.

It was infectious. Not just to you, but to the people around you as well, though it seemed Willard was unaware of the effect he had.

You were breathless with laughter, and sweaty as hell, but you didn't mind. That is until the song switched to something slower and sensual, and Willard held you so close you knew he could feel your sweat-soaked back. What had started as an overexaggerated "sexy" grind making you laugh wasn't that funny anymore. It had morphed from a joke into something actually hot, and you were breathless for a whole different reason.

Before you could get too in your head about it, the song changed again, this time to an upbeat rock song. You continued dancing, but the energy from before was gone and the crowd on the dancefloor was thinning, so you noticed another need taking over.

"I'm kind of hungry, would it be okay to leave now?" you asked, shouting up to Willard.

"Sure, what did you have in mind?"

You wanted a burger. So that's what Willard got you.

The night air felt exceptionally lovely after the sweaty bar. You ate your burgers on the bed of Willard's truck, because he was surprisingly strict about not getting a mess inside the car.

On the drive home, you talked more about what both of you had been up to in the last almost decade, while still jamming along to the radio. There was no stopping Willard.

"In college Ren dragged me to cheerleading tryouts. He had that gymnastics background and thought it would be fun, but, honestly, back then I thought that cheer was just for girls. I obviously don't think that anymore." He rolled his eyes – you did too. "Anyway, I got sucked into it. Now I coach two teams, so that's a lot of my free time spent with that. It's gotten pretty popular in Bomont lately!" he gushed.

"I don't doubt that, with you coaching," you chuckled.

"What do you mean?" He glanced at you.

"You know, 'cause you're so likable. You're the kind of person who gets others excited too, and I'm sure you're a really great coach."

"Oh. Thanks."

Willard was trying to hide his smile, but there was no hiding that blush. You thought it looked adorable.

As the conversation went on, you moved from trading stories to light flirting and playful banter, the mood in the truck relaxed but cheerful. At one point you made Willard laugh so hard he had to pull over to an empty lot not too far from home to avoid crashing. After the last giggles subsided into quiet hiccups, you just continued talking. It took you nearly thirty minutes of conversation to realize that a) Willard never started the car again and you had just been standing still in that same spot where he pulled over, and b) you two had drifted closer to each other while talking, so much so that Willard's face was mere inches from yours.

Which made you realize your gaze kept dropping to his lips a whole lot. They just looked so.. kissable. You'd always thought so. His lips looked so soft and plump, his smiles so warm, that you desperately wanted to lean in and get a taste.

It was nearing two am but you were wide awake, nerves alight with excitement from Willard's proximity.

And unless you were much mistaken, his pupils were fairly dilated, looking at you just now.

"In my experience, if someone looks at your lips a lot it means they want to kiss you," Willard murmured quietly.

You couldn't even bother to pretend to be embarrassed about getting caught.

"Yeah, I think that's true," you breathed, looking into his eyes that were now boring into yours.

"Do you think it's true or is it true?"

"Yes."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Yes, I want to kiss you."

"Oh thank god," Willard groaned and cupped your cheek, pulling you in the rest of the way.

2:24 am

"Should we stop? You said you don't want your truck to get messy," you panted.

"I've had a shift in priorities. I no longer give a shit about my truck," he murmured into your neck without even stopping the movement of his hips.

Your text to Iris at 2:59 am:

I may have just lived a teenage dream of mine and fucked Willard Hewitt in his truck. Now home ok. Talk tomorrow❤️

You fell asleep immediately, and let the responding reaction gifs and exclamation points be tomorrow's problem.

#willard hewitt #footloose 2011 #willard hewitt x reader #let's hear it for the boy #i accidentally wrote something #miles teller fic

291 notes · View notes

alitgblog · 9 months ago

Text

volume XI thoughts

I did in fact have access to this on Tuesday and started to play but then got distracted and didn't finish until like 2am when I couldn't sleep anyway (this was a mistake I was so tired at work)

movie night!!! And fun movie night titles!! ofc MC doesn't get her own custom one bc everyone's got different names but my MC is named Maya and with how things have been going I'm pretending her movie title is Messy Messy Maya 🤭

Emel and Oakley both being unfaithful in casa but finding (forcing?) their way back to each other and forgiving each other feels very much like something in the show so I appreciate that storyline tbh

Felicity is too beautiful of a sprite to waste as a Casa girl that only shows up for movie night.

Sienna going "I don't care if it's egotistical, pick my movies" because no one else is gonna care to pick hers 😬😬 id feel bad for her if she wasn't so mean

Hari and Hazel are so cute together but it seems like it's gonna die out soon 🥲 Like I see why if Hazel is panicking and Hari isn't the most reassuring guy and also not completely over MC but aghhh he's gonna fumble Hazel to LIAM. Hazel, not LIAM plsss

Absolutely awful that Liam is so funny bc he's such a piece of shit (awful in the best way, like he's so Messy Mitch from LI UK s10 coded and while I don't like him I appreciate the fun he brings). Saw someone suggest that he could be a late game LI and if he evolves and changes, sure, but a lot is gonna need to happen, otherwise give him a last minute jokey option like Hamish.

I think the thing stopping me from going full in on this Claudia route is she keeps going back to Theo, and not like she has to be pursuing MC 100% for me to pick her but I'm just getting mixed signals with her trying to save her relationship with Theo when they clearly aren't into each other anymore but there are plenty other people around.

Not on a Theo route and haven't talked to him but ngl his little video clip was cute like I almost jumped ship to be messy but nahh. I wonder how that's like if you're actually pursuing him though like does it feel like pay off or shock or reassurance or anything.

very nice they had Jin spell it out to Sienna in front of everyone. like kind of mean, but if it was gonna happen at any time, Movie night is definitely the time to do it.

Like even MC's movie clip playing, first of all was just if she slept with someone in casa I think (which, it's fair enough considering the game's limitations but I was missing all the other times she hoed around). So for my MC it was with Claudia, and Claudia barely has a response to it. And so I'm kinda just going towards the character actively pursuing and paying attention at this moment and it's Jin.

I guess MC was honest to Jin so he didn't mind the movie night thank God but also I want to replay to see the drama unfold. but in my head for some reason he'd be shocked it was Claudia bc she didn't say anything and like it'd be one thing if it was someone she just met like Max who she's been friendzoning ever since but another thing for it to be her best friend in the Villa. but alas, that is a large amount of branching and coding and dialogue to write so I'll let it slide.

a recoupling so soon after?? it's not like the season feels too rushed, but like I mentioned before, the pack in so many things in each volume you don't get much of a chance to chill out with the characters and pretend it's a vacation for your character lol

the problem with me playing early is I'm so curious how everyone else's game went. like is it only your OG LI or Casa Boy that can pick you?? And the chat you have with your partner after, does that lock your route because after this I feel there was a little bit less attention on MC from the other LI's (which I don't mind, so they can have their own stories now, but I wanna knowwww)

Shower scene, Sienna throwing another fit one last time for good measure

But now MC is back with Jin and they have all the cutesy interactions again yay

And then we have no rest in the morning, just straight into a DAYTIME heart rate challenge??? I just think this challenge should always happen at night idk

I forked over the gems for the cowgirl outfit (partly bc the mermaid dress was awful and bc my MC has red hair so I wasn't gonna make her dress like Ariel) but i wish there was a costume that was free instead of just your partywear dress? Like it can be a shitty costume but I understand people not wanting to pay gems for one outfit for one night of the game.

Hazel's outfit though 🥵

Such a minor detail, but I do love that despite her being so awful to MC, that Sienna canonically is a very conservative dresser. like we all see her churchy outfits. and I think maybe she's a little insecure about her body and stuff. that being said, the dialogue she has when she's in costume about feeling confident, and her costume isn't super revealing, and the girls being shocked at her dance, is all very good to have. like it's nice to have that type of character around and the fact that she's also the villain rn? she contains multitudes (or I'm reading into it too hard 😂)

mentioned briefly before but Hazel and Liam??? tf??

And now Claudia and Bea flirting with each other? Okayyy I mean my fingers are crossed so here's hoping they find each other if not MC. and they have a lot in common but feel like different characters so like pls let them be together (I say this as someone every few months posting about how it shouldve been Cora and Angie not friendzoned Oliver and Angie in the s4 finale)

ok but his entrance feels so overshadowed by other things going on though like I feel like he didn't get a chance to really bombshell to the point where I think he should've been introduced next volume instead. like have him have a normal bombshell entrance with dates or smth, then maybe when they're all chilling the next day and getting to know him someone brings up he missed heart rate challenge and they suggest he dances for the characters he's most interested in, if we really wanted to get his messy entrance in.

Two unfortunate things are true in my mind: Logan is very attractive (at least when he's got the hat on) and also he looks like Liam 🫣

depending on how this goes my MC may be hoeing around one last time

cliffhanger being the challenge results is lame

am i,,,, actually excited to replay this season 🫣

#litg #love island the game #litg s8 #the fact that its two volumes since stick or twist and we havent lost momentum yet?? nearly a record #best season since s2 i might jinx this idk

8 notes · View notes

release-the-mccracken · 2 years ago

Text

Berquinn Playlist

Bert: Quinn ended up giving me a ride up to my parents' house. It was a beautiful night. I remember the moon was out and there was something different about this person that I'd met and I knew that we were going to write beautifully together.

I take your hand, lead you out to the street. To tell you that your golden hair and pale blue eyelids make me feel like I might go wild. Cheetah print makes me a liar. So I tell you I just like you for your smile.

Every time we lie awake, after every hit we take. Every feeling that I get, but I haven't missed you yet. Only when I stop to think about it, I hate everything about you. Why do I love you?

I promise it will be the last time, that I do all the things that I said that I wouldn't do last night. Then I lose my shit and I slam the door. And I ask myself, "what'd I do that for?" I wanna cause a scene just to feel alive. Maybe I'm only mean 'cause I know you're mine.

You got so down I couldn't get high. You make it harder and harder for me to know who I am, so this time I gotta hear it if you give a goddamn. Your violence feels like kisses to me. Your silence makes it harder to breathe.

You promise me Heaven, then put me through hell. Chains of love got a hold on me. When passion's a prison, you can't break free. Oh, you're a loaded gun.

Got a girl with California eyes and I thought that she could really be the one this time. But I never got the chance to make her mine because she fell in love with little thin white lines.

I'm afraid of all I am, my mind feels like a foreign land. I've spent all of the love I saved. We were always a losing game. Small town boy in a big arcade, I got addicted to a losing game.

Come to me in the night hours. I will wait for you and I can't sleep 'cause thoughts devour. Thoughts of you consume. I can't help but love you, even though I try not to.

The past few months were pretty rough, a couple times wished we both were dead. I never cried like that before. I thought my eyes would pop out of my head. Not just preparing for nightmares, but nothing feels alright now. The length of my hair or the fit of my clothes. And crying like a baby solved nothing.

This is the last time you say, after the last line you break. You say it helps you write your rhymes, whatever helps you sleep at night. You say that you love me. You won't remember in the morning. I'm not gonna stay and watch you circle the drain.

And I ain't seen a light of day since, well, that's not important. It's been long. And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip Houston. Cars and clothes, thought I was winning. You knew I was losing. You told me to wake up, but my clock always stays on snooze.

And I can't see you here, wondering where am I. It sort of feels like I'm running out of time. I haven't found all I was hoping to find. You said you gotta be up in the morning, gonna have an early night. And you're starting to bore me, baby. Why'd you only call me when you're high?

You missed a lesson on looking out for yourself, may not be on the up and up, but I'm on the up and out. So take me to the far side of the beach before it falls into the ocean, before you notice I'm eroding.

Can't walk into my closet without seeing your face. 'Cause all my favorite t-shirts are all your favorite band names. You put me in a Heart-Shaped Box, now you only ever call me when you're high. You know you ruined Nevermind. Now, every song's about you in my mind. But the worst thing that you ever did? You ruined Nirvana. And I can't forgive you for that.

I ain't seen the sunshine in three damn days. Been fueling up on cocaine and whisky. I wish I had a good girl to miss me. Lord, I wonder if I'll ever change my ways. Since you've been gone, my world's been dark and grey. You reminded me of brighter days. I hoped you were coming home to stay.

Never made the wind blow, never made a heart grow. Never made a dove take flight. Never made the sun rise, still can't get my heart right. Only ever made mistakes. So I can see the sunshine, breaking through the skyline. I can feel the warmth it brings, I can't help but stop and think.

Quinn: We made a tape and I remember driving around day and night listening to that tape. And just driving up into the mountains.

24 notes · View notes

doublegoblin · 1 year ago

Text

Get To Know My OC (Andrea time)

Thank ya to the ever cool @asterhaze for the tag (wasn't popping up for a notif but I did see my little name in your bunches of people)

I've done this for Alex and Dave (I think lol) so this time I'll be filling this one out for the lovely Andrea; second in command to Alex and honestly the one who helps keep them sane. Let's go!

Are you named after anyone?

To be perfectly honest; maybe? I don't often talk about it, but, back when I first came here, back when I had those memories still; there was just something about that name that stuck to me. I'm not sure if it was that portion of me's name, someone we liked, or like...whatever else. I still really like it, and it feels like it suits me. Though if I was looking for a change I'd probably go with something like a Rebecca or Sally. Best friends before I started working for the large and looming. Like they still are my best friends...I think? We chat every once in a while but what with work and all...I'm sorry, that wasn't part of the question!

When was the last time you cried?

Saw a really cute bunch of Dreamers hanging out on the park benches before coming here so uh...I'll let you put those pieces together.

Do you use sarcasm?

Depends on who I'm around. Most of the other co-workers are fine but uh, boss and big boss? Yeah, nah, it'd turn into one of those moments where you try and make a joke but then that other person makes it out into a whole big lecture. Alex I think would be more likely to tolerate if not understand it, I mean they've tried their hand at it before anyway. Dave on the otherhand...good luck explaining the nuance of that kind of thing to a god. I swear, you'd have a better chance trying to convince him to change the uniform mandate.

Do you have kids?

Mostly the new batch of newbies that stumble in. Unless you mean the other part of me? Then I have no freakin' idea!

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

How well they can take a little ribbing. Most people are pretty chill and even tag along. But some, hooo boy, they throw a giant fit! "Oh give it back!" this "How did you even get ahold of it?" that. Bunch of killjoys.

What’s your eye color?

So! The shade I'm going with now is like a mix of a soft lavender with an undercut of hazel! When I get bored of it I'm sure I'll change. I love lavender though! Oh my gosh it has to be one of the best colors of the visible spectrum! I haven't tried ultraviolet though...ya know what, think I got a new style to try out.

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

Every waking moment here is a nightmare of horrors and corporate smothering...so happy endings are nice!

Any special talents?

I can throw a knife reeeeeally good. Like, really good. Care to see?

Where were you born?

Skip

What are your hobbies?

Oh man don't put me on the spot like this! Uhm...wow mind is a complete blank. I promise I'm not boring! I just...uh...well...I like to go for walks? Do crosswords? Uhm...ugh! I hate these kinds of question so skip!

Do you have any pets?

Oh my god! *she rummages around in her pocket and pulls out a heavily creased photo* This is Piere! *unfolding the photo you are greeted with the chittering maw of some kind of furry cephalopod * He is the sweetest little Mawlite! He's about three cycle old so still just a hatchling! Now despite his sweet looks he can be such a little rascal! Why recently-*for roughly the next 2-3 hours she enthusiastically goes over every small detail of her pet, the words all blurring together at some point*

What sports do you play/have played?

Uuuuhm, look I'll be honest with you. If I'm not out working I would much rather set my happy ass down on the couch and snuggle my wittle baby~ But, I was pretty okay at archery.

Favorite subject in school?

If there is anyone out there who liked anything about onboarding or those stupid preliminary classes I wou-you know what no, I know at least one person. Let me level with ya, I have forgotten most of the nitty-gritty so we'll just skip this question also.

Dream job?

Despite my bitching, I couldn't think of a better department to work in. Well...maybe the Wildlife sector but then I'd have to deal with that manager and wouldn't have as much time to be home and all that jazz. Though, I would get a sick kit. Knowing Dave though this will be going onto an official record so I'll just say I'm happy where I am.

Tags!: @stanrendipity @lola-theshowgrl @tailoroffates @tisiphonewolfe (Idk how many you have done for these!) @gummybugg @moonluringfrost @mysticstarlightduck

#writeblr #rituals and red tape #tag game #get to know the oc tag game #original fiction #the more I think about Andrea the more off kilter she skews #not quite manic pixie dream girl #but not a stereotypical receptionist

4 notes · View notes

psychotic4ghost · 1 year ago

Text

Blood Under The Bridge A Story by Psychotic4Ghost

Chapter 5 - Bourbon & The Eight Ball

TW: Strong Language ♡ Alcohol ♡ Implied sexual actions ♡ ♡ Masterlist | Chapter 4 | Chapter 6 ♡ WC: 1.4k ♡ A/N: This chapter is really short. It's kind of filler but it also shows more of Ghost's feelings ;)

╰┈➤

Ghost and Mykie didn't act differently around each other, apart from his bullying stopping, nothing had changed. Soap and Gaz had taken notice of the lack of bullying but didn't question it as it was a relief to the whole squad.

"You really have never been to America?" Gaz asked Mykie one night while the squad was out for drinks.

"Nope, haven't really been around most of England either to be honest. Never got the chance to travel." Mykie admitted.

"Oh we gotta go someday." Soap added.

"Why?" Mykie asked.

"They 'ave this place called Disneyland 'nd they liked it s'much they made two of 'em. Oh 'nd their food is insane, one meal s'nough for three if yeh ask me." Soap continued talking about Disneyland for what felt like hours before Ghost finally kicked his boot and threw him a death glare. The group burst into laughter at their banter, something that was definitely refreshing to see.

"You guys down for some pool?" Mykie asked as she pushed herself from her bar stool.

"Oh you're going down." Gaz exclaimed as he too, left his stool, Soap following suit. Price stayed in his seat, opting to watch.

"Ghost? Wanna join? We can do teams." Mykie offered. Ghost almost instinctively said no but something about the way she looked at him made him pause.

"Sure, why not. I'm not being on Soap's team though." Ghost sighed as he joined the boys and Mykie around the pool table that wasn't too far from where they were sitting originally.

"Oy! Rude Lt!" The games began, Mykie and Ghost shared a queue while Soap and Gaz did the same. Mykie broke the triangle since it was her idea to play. They got solids, leaving team Spaz (Soap named them) with stripes.

"You lot are, uh, Mhost, yeah Mhost." Soap tapped his chin in thought then pointed to the sky as he named them. Mykie giggled and Ghost playfully rolled his eyes. It was a while before Gaz and Soap got to go, after Mykie broke the triangle she got a ball in, making it Ghost's turn who got one in too. After 5 balls, leaving two solids left before the 8, it was finally Spaz's turn.

"I think I wanna switch teams, this isn't fair." Soap pouted as he lined up the white ball with a striped one. Gaz and Soap took turns, making three balls before it was Mykie and Ghost's turn again. Mykie hit the blue two ball in, threw Ghost a cheeky smirk, and handed him the queue. With no hesitation, Ghost called his pocket and shot the ball, pocketing the last solid, leaving the 8 ball.

"Fuuuck." Soap groaned out.

"We'll give you a chance to catch up. It's your turn." Mykie forfeited her turn on the 8 ball, giving Spaz a fighting chance.

"You'll be sorry!" Soap proclaimed before lining up the ball, he called his pocket but landed the white ball.

"Soap! C'mon mate, you just handed them the game." Gaz laughed as he playfully punched Soap in the arm.

"Oh, wasn't expecting this." Mykie grinned as she grabbed the white ball, she eyed the board, getting down to the level of the white ball as she placed it behind the imaginary line. She chalked her queue before lining up, squaring her hips as she pressed her breast to the table. Soap's jaw dropped at her stance, Gaz gave a grin and Ghost shifted uncomfortably. He tried looking away but couldn't fight the urge to watch.

"Right corner." With a little wiggle of her hips and wink towards Soap, she hit the white ball pocketing the 8 ball perfectly into the right corner pocket.

"You tease! You guys cheated didn't you." Soap threw his hands up in defeat.

"How do you cheat at pool? You would have seen us move the ball." Ghost said as he took the queue from Mykie.

"Don't be a sore loser, rack it up, rematch." Mykie started grabbing the balls from their pockets and placed them into the wooden triangle.

"Switch teams." Soap demanded.

"No way. If you can beat us, I'll buy you a bottle of your favorite whiskey." Ghost threw Soap a glare.

"Fine. I'm winning that bottle." Soap crossed his arms and huffed.

"Good fuckin' luck. If we win, I want that bottle of Bourbon from that one market in London we visited." Ghost said with a grin they could all see in his eyes.

"Deal." Soap said as he broke the triangle. This time team Spaz got solids leaving team Mhost with stripes.

"I'll share that bottle." Ghost offered as he handed Mykie the queue.

"I look forward to it." She winked before lining up again. This time she squared her hips and rested on the table but aimed her butt towards Soap.

"Oi! Watch where you aim that thing."

"You're really going to complain about ass in your face? I don't think Ghost would even complain." Gaz snorted.

Ghost felt a weird feeling in his chest as he watched Mykie nearly rub her ass against Soap. He couldn't figure out what the feeling was, it felt like an angry bubble was inflating in his chest.

Mykie made her pocket before handing Ghost the queue. "Ghost? The queue?" Mykie asked as she held it out for him to take, he was totally spaced out thinking about the bubble that he didn't notice her handing it to him. He shook his head and took the queue without a word.

He lined up his shot and missed, only one ball was pocketed for team Mhost that round. "You good?" Mykie asked as she took the queue back.

"Yeah, sorry my stance was bad." Ghost made an excuse, he couldn't stop thinking about her stunt with Soap. Team Spaz made three shots, making that four total with three more to go.

"Okay, you're going down Soap." Mykie said as she lined up her shot.

"It's a team, okay, you take me down, you take down team Spaz." Soap said.

"Ha, okay okay. Right middle." Mykie took her shot, not pushing her ass out this time, she made her pocket. Team Mhost still had five balls to go. "You can do it, get us that bottle of Bourbon." Mykie smiled an intoxicating smile as she handed Ghost the queue.

He took the queue and lined up the white ball with his victim, "Left corner." He breathed in and hit the ball, making it in. He handed it back to Mykie.

"See! Knew you could do it, let's roast these marshmallows."

"I am not a marshmallow." Soap protested.

"Mhm, sure." Mykie giggled before making her shot. Mykie and Ghost were down to the 8 ball again. Team Spaz still had four left, dragging a groan from Soap.

"It's all you." Mykie said as he handed Ghost the queue, her hand brushed against his, sending a weird chill up his spine, making him feel cold almost. He lined up his shot, took a deep breath, called his pocket and made the ball.

"Yes!" Mykie nearly screamed as she hugged Ghost. He didn't hug back but stood there in shock. The one second moment felt like it lasted for 10 minutes as the awkwardness built between the two. Mykie pulled away, pink rushed to her cheeks as she apologized. Ghost tugged at his mask as it suddenly felt too tight as he said it was okay.

The next night Soap and Gaz split the cost of the Bourbon and presented it in the common room that night. "A deal s'a deal." Soap said as he set the bottle down on the coffee table.

"Hell yeah, I'll grab some glasses." Mykie said as she pushed herself off the couch, leaving the three boys.

"You alright, Ghost?" Gaz asked as he sat in the armchair next to the couch Ghost sat in.

"Fine, why?"

"You seemed a bit off last night and even all today." Soap jumped in.

"Just a lot on my mind. S'all." Ghost looked down at his book. It was a book he found in Price's office, something about birds. He was reading it to keep his mind off of Mykie and all the new emotions and memories that her being on the team was creating.

Mykie joined back with four glasses full of ice, she popped open the Bourbon and poured each person a small glass, handing it to them before sipping from her own, completely oblivious to the internal war Ghost was fighting.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

#BloodUnderTheBridge #BUTB #AStoryByPsychotic4Ghost #call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #mw2 #simon riley #ghost mw2 #simon riley call of duty #ghost call of duty #mw2 simon riley #oc #simon x mykie #ghost x mykie #mykie “siren” jamison #Mykie Jamison

1 note · View note

the-thieves-gambit · 6 months ago

Text

"Five to ten minutes, tops." She chuckled thinking about what definitions he could possibly be going through. "I don't need much to rest and keep going. The car ride here has been the longest I've sat all night, so by the time we're done here I'm sure I'll be ready to go." Something inside of her said she shouldn't have said that but she didn't care right now, shaking her head she added. "No, it was Orion who didn't believe someone could run in heels. I was all dressed up and he didn't think that I could run in them. Charlie made a bet that I could and I just proved that it is something that can happen and I can do. No world record being broken, just a little boy being entertained."

At the sound of her running one of the two animal-filled lands, she couldn't help but laugh. "We? So now I have to watch over one of your properties?" Thinking about her watching over a farm or zoo seemed like a funny idea. Something so mundane, routine, still, and peaceful, so unlike her. "Yeah, well animals are easier than humans to get along with. They don't have ulterior motives or secrets. They are what they are. You either respect it or fear it but there's no in-between. It also helps that Dolly is a quite literally a doll. Adorable. If you don't keep an eye over her, I might steal her right under your nose."

Changing the topic back to him was nice. It was better for her to not think about things she had been trying not to for a while. "Maybe," she said shrugging. "I haven't thought about going back there in a long time. I usually go somewhere once and kind of just write it off." It wasn't meant to sound dismissive but there was a reason she never went somewhere more than once. There was always a chance that someone was waiting to see her face somewhere to reclaim whatever it was she had taken or worse. "Even if I can't be your guide, you should go. From what I remember it was really pretty." A small smile given his way to show that she wasn't trying to be mean or say that she didn't want to do it, just that she couldn't.

"Pulled back? You mean to crush your dreams." Was accompanied with a small scoff, she still felt bad for making him sad about his flamingo dreams. "That sounds nice, but I wouldn't want to bother them when they are healing. I just wanna see them when they do that cute stone gifting thing during mating season. It's adorable to see them hunt for just the right stone and then waddle over and gift it to see if it's accepted. Do flamingos have any dating rituals? " Her curiosity was at a peak now, needing to be satisfied.

Smiling politely and an occasion, yes ma'am, was said as took in what the woman said. An eyebrow quirked at what she was saying to Wally in a language she didn't know. She wanted to ask what was being said but decided to let it go by the way he waved her off. Writing it off as, perhaps, some teasing between people who knew each other for long time.

A fairy freeway? That caught her attention, perking up at that she chimed in. "Oh, that sounds nice. In Iceland they have, alfhol's, elf homes. Even an Elf school in Reykjavík, its all very touristy now but still very cute. This fairy freeway sounds just as cute I'll make sure to go." Gleefulness overtook her as she looked at the flower, she had known them by a different name. Taking the lei, she didn't hesitate to put it on before taking a drink as she listened to him tell her more about the lighthouse. Her mind racing with history that the lighthouse had seen, the people that had been there, the sailors off shore seeing its beacon. Waving off the last part, saying that there was nothing to make up for, she took another fry.

She didn't know why she had asked. It seemed like a stupid thing to do but it was something that her curiosity always asked, what was your family like? to anyone she met. A question she asked more and more in various ways since Anna and Orion came into her life. What was the proper way to be a family? Was there even a right way? Who was considered family? What was family?

At this moment, as she continued to eat fries and listen to Wally, she looked around the place and surmised that family was children with an aunt who cared. Family meals. A woman making people feel welcome. Scribbles made together.

At the mention of home, she looked back at him, her eyebrows furrowed slightly. Confused. Did he think she was going to be here for long? Then again, it wasn't like she ever gave anyone a reason to think she wasn't. "Hmm, you shy, can't see it." Was all she could seem to say as she took another sip from her drink. How to say that she didn't have a home? Never had one. Yes, she had a dwelling that she returned to, but was it a home? She had never felt 'home' anywhere. So all she could say was, "Thanks." Unsure about telling him about her two-year goal, which she was trying to accomplish under a year. Smiling, she thought of something. "Mi casa es tu casa, huh? You're too friendly for your own good," chuckling, she looked back at the drawing he had pointed out. Having siblings, someone who had grown with you, knowing the things about you because they were there felt like such a great concept. A built-in friend for life. If you were allowed to have them in your life, her mind reminded her. With a sigh, she decided that there had been enough talk about family's and homes for a night. If she continued down this path she wouldn't want to see the lighthouse anymore.

"Tell me about this fairy freeway thing. You been there yet?"

He was comforted by the fact that she didn't seem to take it too seriously which had him only smile in return. "Define sit for a while because that has different definitions." As he knew from his sisters who always took a bit to a new level. His eyebrows raised in surprise at the small revelation. "What did you run, a marathon? You should have gone into the world record book." But he believed her. "Well, see. That just seems to me like you showed him. What, didn't he believe you could?"

He shrugged like acquiring both wasn't a feat in itself. "Yeah why not. We can tag team it." Wally thought it wasn't such a bad idea. "I mean, could be good retirement. Get the fresh air and you do happen to be encariñada with Dolly. Seems like you're animal lover." The twinge of her mouth alerted him to this being something that may not have been a good question to ask. He was going to retract and switch to a different topic when she answered. There was an expression on his face that said he didnt think that was all of it. Though didn't really question it. "Sounds like its prime spot for a sunset picture. That's nice. Well, maybe I'll ask you to be a travel buddy. I can actually be a tourist for the first time."

"Don't worry about it. What would I do without your point of view on things. Can't run off with ideas gotta be pulled back." He smiled showing there was nothing to be upset over. "Watch it be the flipped coin of a bad idea when they imprint and I get knicked." The laugh got accompanied by a head shake. "Consider that happening. Technically you can go to the Chicago sanctuary. They have some there but they're being rehabbed." His mother had her hands in a lot of things. Her primary love were animals and keeping them from going extinct. Like cheetahs.

Wally smirked and gave her a quick glance. The smile that threatened to appear at her teasing. A part of him felt like it was nice that she felt comfortable enough to freely tease. Somewhere in her she knew he wasn't a threat to her safety.

"Don't let work take up your time like it has on this guy. Work will always be there. You will not. Enjoy what you can and don't let things pass you by. Maybe you'll find what you've seeked in the most unexpected places. Also," she turned to Wally and had sarcastically reprimanded him in Hawaiian. Take her out. I know things. Wally chewed his lower lip and gently waved her off. "The lighthouse? I hope you enjoy the sights and don't forget to throw in a coin in the water fountain before you step inside. You should go to the water fountain too. Do you like water? There's also the blue lagoons. The kiddie trails are nice too. There's what we call the fairy freeway. It's just lanterns over an orchid. It's really nice."

She quickly produced a light up flower. This was the one that had bloomed and was in season. A red and pink anthurium covered her drink that was attached to a light up lei. "Make sure you don't lose this one." Then lei'd Wally's neck with one that matched her flower.

Being left alone he chuckled, "It's called Makapu‘u Lighthouse. It's one of our historical landmarks. According to Hawaiian legend, Makapuu was the home of a goddess with shining eyes. Although the lighthouse is only 46 feet tall, it has such a bright light that it can be seen 28 miles out to sea. Makapu’u lighthouse marks the easternmost point on Oahu, so it is an excellent location to watch the sunrise. Okay, technically, work got in the way so not entirely my fault. I'm making it up to you now."

He laugh scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You'd be the first actually." he stated plainly, "I don't get out much. Annie is too small to climb that steep hill up so haven't taken her yet. Once she knows I've taken you, she will expect you to tell her all about it."

He was mid bite on his fry when the question caught him off guard and chewed. "Only on Sundays. It was a way to have a sit down family meal. Our aunt Laurie wanted us to have some normalcy after being uprooted from our home and thought coming here would help. They had a children eat free on weekends thing so we came. She thought it'd give us a chance to get acquainted with our new home. She," he pointed to their waitress, "was a friend when we were three kids quiet as mice. See that frame over there? The sunset and four shadows?" his head nodded toward the corner of the room. "Far away looks like a masterpiece but up close is just scribbles. That was ours. She said we may have not been here for long but if we gave it a chance it'd be a warm home to us. If we were kind then the kindness would be returned. Has seen me grow up since I was seven. We don't come often now. I mean when we visit her yes but this is the first time I've been here in maybe two years to eat. Picked this place since I'm passing on the my home is your home thing."

#v. main | elizabeth #clubsmarties | wally & elizabeth #threads | elizabeth #(since she knows annie imma go with this being after easter so he knows about orion too then )#( her eyes!?!?! i just cant she was so blind and *face palm * )#( home!! not the home conversation! )#( SHE IS THO ! lol )#( and please ; not me writing you a novel )

67 notes · View notes

primoredial-jade · 3 years ago

Note

jade jade!! i hope you’re having a nice day and taking care of yourself !! (*´∇｀*)💕

for your little prompt thing, can you write childe + “ wait, you knew? “ “ you haven't exactly been discreet... “? if not, that’s okay too!

love u!! sending u lots of platonic smooches and positive energy e(òvó )

to be in love

pairing: childe x gn!reader

cw: love confessions, usage of childe’s real name and backstory

"what do you think it means to be in love?"

ajax freezes at your question, almost looking like a deer caught in headlights. he chances a glance at you, and you are as nonchalant as can be.

raising an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk makes its way to your face at his reaction. "what's wrong?"

"nothing at all," he's quick to reply, breathing out a chuckle and shaking his head, pretending like all was fine and well.

when ajax was a young boy, of course he had dreams of falling in love one day. the butterflies, the racing of your heart, the joy of seeing the person of your affections day after day. young ajax loved love, and he knew it was a yearning for a love much different than the love he had for his brothers and sisters. growing up and seeing his parents with so much love for each other made him crave it for his future, too.

...a lot changed after he fell into the abyss.

falling in love was the last thing on his mind after his conscription. everyday he wanted to get better, and to support the nation that he loved with his body on the line every single day.

fight, fall down, try again, be stronger, get smarter. that was his life, and love wasn’t at all in the picture.

but, you... you came into his life and again, everything changed.

he hadn’t expected to fall so deeply in love with you— someone who constantly kept him on his toes, who had his back when his thoughts were festering. he didn’t know he needed the light you brought into his red-colored life. he was happy... he was in love.

“well?” you prodded, lightly bumping against his side. “surely you’ve experienced it at some point, no?”

he had a hard time meeting your eyes, completely missing the blatant smug expression you had adorned on your pretty features.

resting his head on his hand, he let out a quiet sigh. “i have,” he admits, leaning more of his weight on the railing overlooking liyue harbor.

the stars up above winked at him. “you have? when?”

he turns his head to look at you, a half-grin making its way to his face. he could never lie to you. “i can’t really remember if you ask me on the spot like this, you know,” he laughs and you roll your eyes, “maybe a few months ago?”

“that’s funny,” you remark, scooching just a little closer to him. of course, he notices, rooted to the spot.

he gulps nervously, hands getting clammy. “why’s it funny?”

“because i thought you fell in love with me last year.”

the world... stops.

ajax looks at you with his mouth agape, cheeks and ears immediately flaring up in a pretty light pink over his freckles. his blood feels like its run cold, but he also feels warm at the same time. you seem oddly delighted at his speechlessness.

“don’t want the flies to come,” you tease, bringing up a finger under his chin to close his mouth.

he flusters even more under your featherlight touch, but leans more into it to chase after your warmth. clearing his throat to gather his bearings, he rolls his shoulders back to stand up straighter, getting a better look at you.

“wait, so... all this time, you knew?” his voice wavers, obviously nervous. still, he exudes assuredness in the way he’s looking into your eyes, holding his breath at your answer.

“of course i have. i’m no dummy, ajax,” you click your tongue, and his heart feels like it’ll beat right out of its chest at the lilt of your brow, “besides, you weren’t exactly discreet...”

now he is definitely turning red. bringing a hand behind his neck to comfort himself, he lets out a pained, awkward laugh. “i’m sorry,” is all he can muster without further embarrassing himself, wanting to melt on the spot.

you can’t help laughing at how you’ve practically brought one of the strongest men you have ever known down to his knees from something like this. love makes even the greatest warrior weak.

“nothing to be sorry about,” you reassure, reaching out to take one of his hands in yours. he looks shocked, but immediately takes initiative to lace your fingers together, giving a fleeting, confident squeeze.

you lean to rest your forehead on his shoulder, closing your eyes in reprieve. he smells of agarwood and the ocean breeze, and you have never been so sure in your life.

“because... i’m really happy that our feelings are mutual.”

#childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe #ajax x reader #ajax #drabble #childe fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact #reader insert #childe | primoredial-jade #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia #didi * ੈ♡‧₊˚#thank u for requesting my love! xoxo🤍

485 notes · View notes

andrewrenaissance · 3 years ago

Note

Okay but imagine like sort of an emma stone & andrew moment but with you ahha

Like you’ve just won an oscar, this is amazing, and you turn and see andrew the boy who you still love and secretly thank him with a smile

He obviously still feels the same, defo sad that you two had to separate bc of your busy schedules, and like how itd be at the after party… you two would talk and be so kind to eachother and maybe it would be like a moment where you both realize that you could make it work 🥺

Dude! This is kind of fucking heartbreaking.

Because that man would be hoping for you to win so much. Like sure, you're all broken up and maybe you haven't talked with each other since then, but that doesn't change anything about the fact that your performance there was incredible (and he also still kind of worships everything you touch in secret, but that's not why he believes you deserve the win okay). And before the ceremony he would find himself reaching for his phone a couple of times, contemplating to text you to congratulate you for the nomination and wish you good luck, but in the end he would always decide against it.

But hours later, he hears your name called out and he's already very much proud of you no matter what, okay? But this is a big moment and he is just filled with so much pride and joy on your behalf. He would watch you make your way to the stage, his throat tight and his heart beating fast because this is his girl and she had just achieved something wonderful and he couldn't be happier.

You obviously know he's there, but you didn't get to talk with him yet and don't know where exactly in the room he's even sitting. However, once you are up the stage, quickly trying to remember your speech (which you have put together mostly just for laughs because there was no fucking way you could actually win against the other actors), your eyes would somehow find him in the crowd pretty much right away. You would see him smiling at you, his hands still slightly raised up from the clapping and that would put you more into ease. That's just the effect he has. Always making you feel calm and warm. Whether he is holding your hand, or sitting however many rows away from you in a room full of people. You would send him a little smile before looking away, realising that you cannot stare at him the whole time and you would roll with your speech and then send him one last look before leaving the stage.

And at the after party there would be a lot of people coming your way to say their congratulations (some of them being honest, some only polite). All that is sweet and lovely, but you can't help but feel a tiny bit annoyed because they are in the way between you and him. You would have spotted him across the room a few times before, your eyes meeting as his feet would bring him closer but then someone else stepped in front of you and pretty much ruined your moment.

Maybe he would figure out that he would just call you later as to not to interrupt you and your celebrations, and he would shift his focus solely to some of his friends that are among the after party guests. A bit later you would manage to sneak your way over to him, tapping his shoulder just when he was going to get a new drink and his face would lit up when seeing you, laughing when you would make a joking comment about the vultures finally letting you go.

"Any chances you could say it a bit louder? I am not sure if everyone heard," he would point out teasingly, vaguealy gesturing around the room and the said vultures. No one seemed to have heard you though, and if yes they didn't do anything about it so you would just wave your hand a bit.

"Hey," he would finally greet your properly before you would both go in for a greeting hug. Both of you savouring the sense of familiarity and comfort in each others arms. He'd wonder what's the new smell that you are wearing, and you would smile at the fact that he still smells just the same. You could not spend the night away in such an embrace. Definitely not here and now but you would linger in there for a good while before reluctantly pulling away.

There would be a moment of silence next. During which you would just look at each other, smiling while quietly examine the other and anything that could have possibly changed when you were apart.

"You so deserve this one, Y/N," he would break the silence.

"I've missed you," you would blurt out at the same time to which he would smile somewhat sheepishly before he would let out a laugh.

"Thank God, I really didn't want to be the sappy idiot who says it first."

You would blink at him in a surprise. "Did you really just call me an idiot?"

"No. No," he would shake his head. "If I had said it, then I would have been one. You saying it is perfectly fine. You know I would never call you that."

"I am pretty sure you just did," you would state amusedly, piercing him with your eyes while he squirmed.

"Maybe you should get your hearing checked. It might be a bit off due to the applause earlier. Vultures got pretty loud."

"As if you weren't the one who clapped the loudest," you would tease him. "I think I heard a whistle too..."

"Did I say congratulations?" He would try to change the topic and his brows would furrow as he would try to recall.

"You didn't use that word specifically, but you kind of did," you would assure him, making him smile.

"Good."

"There is something you didn’t say though,” you trail off.

“What?”

“If you have missed me too, or not?”

Those words hit him and he could feel his heart sinking a bit. Did you really have to be asking that?

It was his fault, he knew it was, even though you had told him countless of times that it was not that case at all. He was not the only one working. He could still remember the words you told him back then... “If at least only one of us loved our job a little less, things would be much easier.”

His love for art hasn’t faltered by any means. But neither has faltered his love for you. He kept waking up every morning hoping that maybe today would be the day when you wouldn’t cross his mind and he wouldn’t miss you. That day hasn’t arrived yet, and maybe that day was never supposed to come at all.

“I think it was very much implied,” he would answer, eyeing you with a soft expression on his face-

“It was,” you would agree. “But it would be nice to actually hear it.”

(someone take this away from me or I am going to write a follow-up fic)

#answered #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield fanfic #andrew garfield #andrew garfield fic #andrew garfield concept

239 notes · View notes

crinkled-emotions · 2 years ago

Note

Ohhh my FAVOURITE part of the weekend 😍 16 and 19 please, maybe Rooster with severe tonsillitis or something

*rubs hands together* you KNOW I'm gonna write a tonsillitis fic!!

16. "Can you talk?" and 19. "You can just nod, but I need you to answer me."

Imagine Rooster not being able to insult Hangman right back. Pfft. It would be a very quiet week.

Sorry these are so late, moving sucks lmao. I'm moving from my home town to the nearest capital city which is five hours away via car. And I have a lot of shit to move. Also, my mum hates driving so I do a majority of it. Funny how that works.

Actually, come to think of it, I'd be down to go for a drive with Rooster. Anyone else?

dOWN BOY-

After the whole we-nearly-died-mission, the team decided as much as they loved shirtless beach football, they had to get out of the Californian heat for a while. No one was really sure how or why, but Phoenix eventually mentioned that her family had a cabin in Colorado that was hardly ever used and they all leapt at the chance to get out for a bit.

Maverick had decided to stay behind, too busy rekindling his romance with Penny and coming to terms with the fact that he'd just lost his best friend but managed to find common ground with Bradley after nearly twenty years.

The Daggers all packed up and flew out the second it hit December 1st, a couple months after the mission and they'd all managed to get additional time off to recover. It was only 2 hours by plane but they all seemed to white-knuckle through the commercial flight. Phoenix winced at one point when Bob's grip on her hand started to hurt and he immediately apologised but she switched seats with Fanboy so he and Bob could be scared together.

"Hey, do you know what would be really funny?"

Phoenix glanced at Coyote, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, I'll bite. What are you thinking?"

"We're all going to have to bunk together; why don't we put Rooster and Hangman together?"

"Last man standing? Really, Coyote?" Phoenix hissed. Coyote laughed, frantically shaking his head.

"No, no! They haven't talked much since we came off the carrier. Might be a good chance for them to figure their shit out."

Phoenix shook her head.

"Rooster hasn't said much of anything, he's got his own shit to work through. I don't think he and Hangman will ever be best buddies again."

"It couldn't hurt. Besides, they hate it that much we'll both have spare beds in our rooms."

"An ambulance is, like, three hours away," Phoenix warned. Coyote shrugged.

"We're all Navy. What could possibly go wrong?"

Famous last words, Coyote.

When they got to the cabin they all unpacked quickly. To everyone's surprise Jake and Bradley didn't complain or even really comment on the fact that they got roomed together via gentle bullying from everyone else. They changed into warmer clothing and agreed quickly to head out for the slopes nearby. Phoenix was walking out the door when she felt an arm hook over her shoulders.

"Was that your doing?" Rooster asked. Phoenix shrugged innocently.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Hm."

He chose not to continue the conversation but didn't go that far either. His nose was already tinted pink from the cold, not used to the snow. To be fair Jake and Javy were out of sorts too with the cold. Texas men.

"So, what's up your ass?"

Rooster jumped at the way Hangman came into the bedroom. He was wiped after a full day of snowboarding, his first time in about a year. He'd done a lot of it in Japan. Hangman, as he usually did, took to snowboarding and skiing like a fish to water, completely at ease as he got the hang of it.

No pun intended.

"Fuck off, Hangman," Rooster snapped. He heard footsteps approaching his side and immediately raised his arm up just in case Hangman tried to touch him. He was so not in the mood.

"Hey, whoa! Chill out. Look, we don't have to talk about our shit. I just- you're going through a lot. Reconnecting with Maverick, losing Admiral Kazansky-"

"-don't say his name. You don't get to say his name."

"He was important to you, Rooster. I know that much."

Rooster kept his back turned. He could feel Hangman backing off.

"I'm sorry, Bradley."

Then he was gone, and Rooster gripped the clean clothes he'd been pulling out of the drawers a little tighter.

He was going to shower, and then he was going to find something to drink. His throat was scratchy from the freezing air.

After showers and dinner, Phoenix managed to find the Cards Against Humanity pack in the living room and they all crowded around the coffee table to play. It had been brought back from Australia so it was particularly disgusting, enough to make Fanboy blush and Payback giggle. Unsurprisingly, Hangman was winning.

"Dude," Fanboy gaped, "that is disgusting."

"What can I say?" Hangman grinned, "it's my charm. Don't expect it from me and it's ten times worse."

"Yeah, no, we expected it. Pick the next black card, dude, let's go," Payback said. Hangman reached for the box, pausing before he read it out.

"Hey, Rooster, maybe you should hit the sack," he suggested tentatively. Rooster, sitting on the floor resting against Coyote's shin, stirred and rubbed at his eyes tiredly.

"No, I'm good, let's go. Give me the scotch."

"You're such an old man," Bob chuckled as he passed over the scotch. Rooster swigged, wincing internally at the burn in his throat. Part of it was the alcohol, considering you should never swig scotch, the other part his throat that was becoming more sore as the night went on.

"Roo, your card?" Phoenix prompted. He tossed a card down at the last minute, adding it to the pile. Everyone listened to Hangman read out the options (something about sloppy blowjobs out the back of a fast food place?? Great). He quickly decided the best (worst) card and Fanboy yelled in delight at his win. When Coyote felt Rooster's head lean against his leg a little more he glanced down, raising an eyebrow.

"No shame if you want to go to bed, Roo," he said softly. Rooster waved him off.

"I'm good."

"You sure?" Coyote asked. Rooster shrugged.

"Actually, my throat kinda hurts. I think I'm just tired."

"You haven't said a lot... y'know, since... since the mission."

"Javy, man, you and I are cool, but I don't want to talk about the mission."

"If not with me, talk with Phoenix, or Maverick-"

"-Javy. Let it go, man."

Coyote shut his mouth, sharing a look with Phoenix across the room. She just shrugged.

"Night, Bradshaw."

"Fuck you, Bagman."

Ah, there he is. Truly, Jake might have been more snarky but Bradley could be downright bitchy when he felt like it. Jake snorted, rolling on to his side to face the wall. He could hear Bradley shifting around, and eventually the sound of clothes coming off.

"Please don't tell me you're sleeping naked."

"No?"

Jake's shoulders started shaking as he laughed.

"Roo, do you remember- oh my god, I forgot about this- do you remember that one time, in flight school, you passed out drunk and naked in your bunk, and the CO barged in in the middle of the night and ripped the blankets off, screaming about the drill?"

Rooster hummed.

"I will never forget the look on that poor guy's face."

"Yeah? I'll never forget the look on yours."

They both laughed to themselves, and Jake finally rolled on to his back. He was glad to see Rooster was wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt.

"Hey, aren't you gonna be cold? It's freezing overnight."

"Not with the way Phoenix runs that fire."

They went quiet as Rooster climbed into bed himself, pulling the blankets to his chin.

"Rooster, listen... uh, I'm sorry. About your dad. And... bringing him up like that. Even if I did know the whole story it wasn't okay for me to talk about him like that."

In response Rooster snored.

He was wiped, apparently.

The team made their way into the kitchen gradually the next morning. As usual Bob was the only one sober so he made breakfast, which dragged Phoenix, Payback and Coyote out of bed. Fanboy came out next, still half asleep as Bob handed him a cup of fresh coffee and guided him to the massive island counter. Hangman appeared with the coffee smell wafting down the hallway, the only one dressed for the day in a henley and jeans.

"Oh my god, he is human," Bob whispered. Phoenix sniggered, elbowing his side.

"Morning Jake. Where's Bradley?" Javy began. Jake waved him off.

"Oh my god, he snores so loud. I don't remember him snoring like that in flight school. Is that coffee?"

"Sure is."

Natasha passed over a fresh cup. Jake inhaled it like it was Christmas.

"We should go into town, they do like Christmas stalls and shit from the first of December," Natasha suggested.

"Oh, that sounds so cool. Should we wait for Bradley?" Bob asked. Everyone agreed that was the way to go.

"I'll go and poke him, see if he wants to come," Phoenix said. She climbed off her chair at the island and immediately Hangman opened his mouth to make a short joke.

That earned him a glare from Bob.

Hangman didn't realise Bob could glare like that.

Rooster was still snoring when Phoenix carefully made her way into the room, pausing to give his shoulder a gentle shake.

"Hey, Roo," she began softly. He swatted at her and she dodged easily, squeezing his hand.

"You awake?"

He tried to speak but all that came out was a squeak. Natasha's eyebrow raised.

"What's wrong?"

That same squeak, so she passed over his phone. He began to type then passed the device over.

Throat hurts.

"Can you talk?" Phoenix asked. He shook his head and she winced.

"Does anything else hurt?"

He shrugged, rolling back to face the wall. She raised an eyebrow.

"You don't have to talk. You can nod, but I need you to answer me."

He finally nodded and she sat on his legs when he shifted on to his back.

"Do you have a fever?"

Shrug.

She reached forward and felt along his jaw.

"Okay, that's not good. Go back to sleep, I’m gonna wrangle the guys and kick ‘em out. Good news; you don’t have to sleep with Hangman anymore. Don’t want him getting what you’ve got.”

Rooster nodded against his pillow. When Phoenix got up he moved on to his stomach, drawing his arm up under his pillow. His teeth clenched in pain and Phoenix patted his shoulder.

“Hey, I’ll get you some pain meds as well. Any preferences?”

He shook his head.

“Gotcha. Tylenol and another blanket.”

“Mm.”

“And I’m sure I can find you some soup.”

“Okay, Rooster is not joining us,” Phoenix said as she came down the hallway. Payback served up the last of the French Toast, frowning.

“What’s wrong?” Bob asked, moving his piece around in the maple syrup.

“I dunno. A cold, maybe?”

“What makes you say that?” Fanboy frowned, accepting the carton of milk Coyote handed over when he asked for it.

“I think he’s got a fever, and his tonsils are swollen.”

“He also snored the house down last night,” Hangman added. He swigged the last of his coffee, getting up to rinse his mug out.

“It sounds exactly like something Rooster would do. Only he could get sick when he’s got time off. Is there anything we can get for him in town?” Bob offered.

“I think he just needs some more sleep and some meds.”

Natasha’s hands moved from her hips to steal Jake’s french toast. He let her, not even bothering to complain.

By the time the others left, Phoenix had managed to clean the kitchen, work out, and watch an episode of Criminal Minds (the others would kill her if she watched more than an episode ahead without them). She let Rooster sleep until lunch time and then woke him up, poking his hand from where it was hanging out from the blankets.

“Hey, you hungry?”

He shook his head and she rolled her eyes.

“Nod or shake your head. Does your throat still hurt?”

Nod.

“Okay. Do you still feel warm?”

Shake.

“Do you... want a hug?”

Nod. Then he poked out from the blankets to reach for Natasha.

“Ah, there he is. C’mere.”

Phoenix ran a hand through Rooster’s curls, grimacing.

“As cute as this is, you’re sweaty and gross. You gotta go back to sleep, sweat it out.”

She laughed at the response she got from him in the form of a middle-finger-salute.

“Okay, I gotcha.”

When Bob and the others got home the cabin was dead silent, save for the snoring from Bradley and Jake’s room.

“Tash?” Bob called, frowning as he walked around the cabin. Fanboy and Coyote were calling dibs on first showers and Hangman was quickly showing his Bagman side because he was tired.

“No, I don’t want to fucking shower last!” He huffed, “you assholes are gonna use all the hot water and I’ll be left with shrinkage!”

“Not that there’s a lot to shrink,” Bob muttered. That just seemed to piss Jake off more.

“Dude, do you need a nap?” Payback grinned. Coyote snorted and Bob rolled his eyes.

“Has anyone seen B or Tash?” Bob asked. Everyone shook their heads.

“He might be asleep. It could be tonsillitis,” Fanboy suggested.

“Oh, poor bastard. I had that when I was, like, ten and my mom fed me soup until I puked which only made it worse,” Bob offered.

“I had it when I was seventeen, and I moved five hundred head of cattle with my older brother and my little sister,” Jake hummed.

The rest of the team stared between the two of them.

“Is there something you two need to get off your chests?”

“Nope, that would be my twin brother,” Bob deadpanned. The door down the hallway opened and Phoenix appeared.

“Hey, guys. Uh, how was town?”

“Bagman needs a nap and we found hot chocolate that tastes like scotch,” Coyote said. Phoenix burst out laughing.

“Did you bring some back for me? I’m the one who said goodbye to getting shitfaced today.”

"Have you seriously just been cuddling his sweaty ass this whole time?” Fanboy laughed. Phoenix blinked, reaching for her phone.

“You guys left at 8am. At midday, I woke him up and offered food. He said no because his throat hurt. At 1pm, I woke him up again and managed to get him to take some more Tylenol. Props to me because his stomach was starting to hurt by then. By 3, Rooster had decided he’d had enough rest and he was ready to go skiing again. I caught him at the front door in shorts and a t-shirt. At 4-”

“-it’s quarter to 4-”

“-at 4, I’m going to go into that room again, tell him if he doesn’t eat something I’m going to be forced to call Maverick. We all know he’s going to crack the shits. If you’re not going to help me, fuck off and get drunk elsewhere because I’m not leaving my best friend behind.”

“Tash, wait. Hey, hold up.”

Unsurprisingly, Phoenix’s backseater was the first to step up.

“How can we help?” Bob asked. She squeezed his arm.

“You can do the 4pm check.”

“Okay, I can make dinner. Stew sound good?” Coyote offered.

“I’m down to help,” Hangman finally volunteered.

“We could make up the couch? Pretty sure it folds out. Maybe he’d like to be out here with the rest of us if he’s feeling up to it,” Fanboy said, gesturing between himself and Payback. Phoenix’s shoulders finally dropped a little.

“Great. I’m going to go and shower.”

4pm rolled around and Bob didn’t think about what he’d gotten himself into until it was too late to back out. Knocking hesitantly on the bedroom door he poked his head into the room.

“Hey, Rooster? You awake?”

The lump in Rooster’s bed didn’t move, but Bob could see the glow of his phone screen.

“Hey, Bob, that you?”

Bob shit his pants for a moment, glancing around the room looking for Maverick.

“He fell asleep, I didn’t want to leave him. He’s breathing really heavy though, did you guys listen to his chest?”

Carefully picking up Rooster’s phone, Bob took it off speaker and held it to his ear.

“Mav?”

“Hey, Bobby Boy. How’s it going over there, everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah, it’s going okay, but Rooster’s sick. Did he call you?”

“He did. Kept calling me dad, though, so I dunno if he’s with it all that much.”

“Oh no, he does that when you’re not around. I think it’s easier than saying my dead father’s best friend and also my father figure lowkey.”

“Lowkey?”

“Anyway. Uh, did he say anything useful?”

“No, sorry kid. Is he warm to the touch?”

Bob carefully placed his hand on the back of Rooster’s neck.

“Yeah, he’s hot, but my hands are cold and I think he’s also warm from sleep.”

Maverick hummed.

“Okay, well can you get some food and meds into him?”

Rooster blinked, stirring at the way Bob paced around the room. He saw Bob and closed his eyes again, apparently not stressed by Bob’s presence.

“I think he’s awake if you want to talk to him,” Bob whispered.

“He’s not saying a lot, but yeah I’ve got some things to say to him.”

“You got it, Captain.”

Bob nudged Rooster, offering the phone to him.

“Mav’s on the phone.”

Rooster put the phone on speaker, wincing as he tried to clear his throat.

“Hey, kiddo. Sounds like you had a good nap. Get some food into you, hm? I know it hurts but it’s probably the best thing for you.”

Rooster grunted. It didn’t make any sense to Bob.

“Yeah, I’m sure they can get you something warm to drink. Why don’t you ask Bob for some hot chocolate, or maybe some tea? Will you keep some tea down?”

Another grunt.

“Okay, that’s a no go on the tea. Hot chocolate it is then. No coffee for you, and go easy on the cocoa because I know your stomach hurts. Has Bob got some Tylenol for you? What about soup?”

“Hangman and Coyote are working on a stew, we could drain it and make a broth,” Bob offered.

“See, that sounds great. Plenty of nutrients and easy on your throat. Are you gonna take the Tylenol?”

Rooster sat up, Bob handing him his water bottle and the Tylenol.

“There ya go, get that in you. You’ll start feeling better soon kid, if you don’t feel better or it goes downhill overnight, go to the emergency room, okay?”

Silence.

“Yeah, I love you too.”

A snort.

“Yeah, you got it. I’ll call you tomorrow night and we can see if you’re up to talking yet.”

21 notes · View notes

the19thduckpotato · 1 year ago

Text

Two spots of red dotted either side of Toshinori's face as he struggled to regain his composure. "It's not like that."

"Then tell me what it is like."

The muscles in his jaw worked as he fought to keep his voice even. "I thought that you of all people would understand..."

"Well shit, boy, I thought the same of you." You're terrible at manipulation, Blondie, stick to what you know.

"She--" His voice cracked on the word and he didn't hide thumbing away an errant tear from his eyes. "She made you promise, didn't she?"

"Sorahiko, please keep him safe. Help him achieve his dreams."

I'm trying, dearest. Help me. Please.

"Well I made a promise, too." The kid had the nerve to sit up straight and throw his shoulders back a bit. "I promised his mother I'd raise him and keep him safe, even if it cost me my life."

Time to crack this stubborn nut wide open.

"Can't raise him if you aren't around. "

Toshinori's eyes slipped from Sorahiko's and the old man knew he hit a sore point. Was Mr Hero thinking about his own kid... or himself?

"And as I recall," Sorahiko muttered. "Mrs. Midoriya insisted you not give your life. Because at least she knows the importance of keeping you around. She actually cares about Izuku and his wellbeing, unlike some people I could name."

Toshinori shot to his feet, fear of Gran Torino and anger at Sorahiko wrestling within him. His fists clenched and his chest heaved with quick furious breaths.

"Don't you bring my k--the kid--into this!" he hissed, the detached look in his eyes burning away.

"Why? What are you so afraid of?" Sorahiko matched the blond's searing gaze, unruffled. This conversation should have happened a long time ago... "You once admitted to me that she was like a mother to you. So why can't you say that he feels like your son?"

It suddenly clicked and Sorahiko sighed an old man's sigh.

The blond squeezed his eyes shut. "Did she ever..."

"Toshinori. Would you believe me even if I told you?" He wasn't trying to be cruel now, merely honest.

Toshinori stared at the envelope. "....will you please tell him for me?"

"Bullshit I will! Haven't you been listening to one damn word I've been saying?!"

"Fine, whatever, give it here. Tsukauchi wouldn't give me half this much trouble."

Sorahiko gripped the envelope. "Nah, boy, he'd give ya just as much if he knows ya as well as I do. Now, if you're so hellbent on doing this, you better finish the job and then I'll give this back. Not before."

The blond scowled and Sorahiko smirked. "Whats the problem? You're getting what you want even if it isn't the way you want it."

The blue sparks in Toshinori's eyes gave Sorahiko all the answer he needed. There you are. Go kick his ass for all of us.

"Now I'm not saying whether Nana made the right decision. Either way, it was made and you can't change history. But you--"

Sorahiko pointed an admonishing finger at Toshinori. "--you have the chance to give that kid everything you've ever wanted. Don't you think he deserves that? Don't you?"

Toshinori rubbed his face with one hand then nodded.

"Now get out of here before I blackmail ya to your cop friend."

The blond gave him one last look--a troubled and relieved smile--and turned to the door.

"Next time bring a proper get well gift, you big dummy. When I get out of here, I'm going to--"

Sorahiko permitted himself a grin as the kid shut the door on his words.

You can do this. I know you can. And now I think you know it too.

Shifting irritably in his hospital bed, Sorahiko resigned himself to another bland day of "rest and relaxation".

Until, that is, he heard the hesitant knock at the door. His good eye squinted at the shadow on the other side of the window then crinkled in glee. There was only one person he knew that tall and gangly.

He quickly laid back against his pillows and called out in a weak voice: "Who's there? Come in, come in...."

And sure enough, here came the kid, he of impossible stature and extraordinary fame. World's Most Famous hero and yet he still crouched behind the door as if Sorahiko was going to sit up and pitch things at his head.

Good.

He noted the large envelope in one hand and a faint forehead crease formed. Depending on what yer about, I just might throw things at you.

But instead, he merely croaked out: "Toshinori...? Is that you?"

"Hello." The blond bowed his head in greeting then tried a hesitant smile, his face a mess of worry and guilt and fear. His grip on the envelope tightened then relaxed as he placed it at the foot of the bed. Looking about, he drew a chair up to Sorahiko's side. "Forgive me for not visiting sooner."

Sorahiko coughed and waved a limp hand. "No worries my boy," he rasped out. "Generally, you tend to wait till someone's on their deathbed till you say hi, doncha?"

Toshinori's mouth dropped open as he paled, his ears turning red. "Wh--"

"Well you don't have to worry, I still got plenty of years in me!" Sorahiko cackled and kicked at the envelope before Toshinori could snatch it away.

Hurt radiated out from the kid's glance as he knelt for the envelope. Sorahiko liked that just fine. He could always tell when the kid was about to do something stupid and/or dangerous and this smacked of both plus a third thing.

If yer gonna try and do what I think you are, then you got another thing coming. We didn't desperately claw our way to this point just for you to throw it all away in a fit of existential crisis.

The former Number One frowned at the envelope then looked to the door.

"Toshinori!" Sorahiko barked. "I'm not getting any younger so if ya got something to say then say it. The fact that you had the guts to come here means you did at least one thing right so far."

The old man found himself pinned by a stony gaze, blue eyes now unreadable. Ah hell, he's gone into defensive mode. All right, let's rein it back a little else I'm never gonna talk him down.

With a grunt, he held out a gnarled hand. "Whatcha got there?"

Toshinori continued to stare at him, one thumb rubbing against the envelope. Then, as if deciding something, the kid put it back on the bed beside Sorahiko.

"What's this, yer last will and testament," Sorahiko quipped.

"Yes," the blond replied quietly.

Sorahiko's heart froze at that

"Sorahiko, I've had to make a difficult decision"

as the single word hung in the air

she sobbed in his arms, the last remnants of her life given away

and the old man wearily stared down at the envelope.

Given away so she would focus only on fighting.

Sorahiko forced a lazy grin. "I was just kidding, Doom and Gloom."

"Well, I'm not."

His chest ached as he saw that look again, the look that had been in her eyes now echoed in her student's. Cold. Detached. Devoid of any joy.

It's happening again.

"Oh yeah?" Sorahiko laid his fingers on the envelope. "Give me a preview," he added casually, as if they were discussing nothing more than the weather.

"Izu--ah, young Midoriya will inherit Might Tower and all its resources therein."

Sorahiko's good eye widened and Toshinori gave a wistful smile. "Kid deserves it after all he's done, after all he's been through..."

Torino grunted. "I'm surprised Tsukauchi agreed to this."

"He, ah... doesn't know."

Shit. There went my first plan.

"He'd put me under lock and key if he knew what I've been up to."

He's been planning this. Shit on a brick, kid's a clever lil piss. Time to outwit him.

"Why's that? Because he wouldn't want a national treasure to just walk into a massive bomb of a trap?"

Toshinori smiled softly at that; then the detached look returned.

Sorahiko hated that look. She wore that look when she shut him out, shut them all out.

"Listen," Toshinori said. "Things are going to happen that--"

"--that you think you aren't strong enough to overcome."

A glint of anger appeared in the detached look.

"And you think, well la dee dah, if I set my affairs in order, I can blanelessly walk straight into the arms of that demon and die some glorious bloody death and fuck the rest of us, huh?"

Sorahiko realized he was starting to get angry and took some satisfaction in seeing the same in the kid.

Oh Nana, if we had had this kind of talk, would you still be alive?

His path was clear now. He wasn't letting Nana's kid follow in her footsteps. Not this time.

#mha #bnha #toshinori #all might #dadmight #sunflower dad #team toshi lives #torino #ducky writes

40 notes · View notes

bbyheedeungie · 4 years ago

Text

Fluttering Machinery | Robot! Sunghoon AU

Genre: Fluff, mild angst

Pairings: Robot! Sunghoon x Reader

Warnings: Character death, little suggestive content

Synopsis: Sunghoon was a humanoid built by your father, with the sole purpose of taking care of you once he passes away. But it seems like taking care of you came with discovering emotions that wasn't necessary for cooking, cleaning, and keeping you safe. What is this warm fuzzy feeling that resonates deep inside Sunghoon's mechanism?

It's been months. 6 dreadful months since your father has passed away. The doctors have warned you that he didn't have much time left, but that didn't make the goodbyes hurt any less.

You were 4 years old when your mom left you and your father for another guy. A more successful guy. Your father was bright, with an insatiable hunger for discovery and invention. But his field of work didn't always bring food to the table. And so on most days you had to, well, compromise.

But you loved your father so much, and still do. Although you didn't grow up to be a scientist like him, you knew the basics on automation and robotics. You were 11 years old when you first saw it, the humanoid that he worked on for years came to life before your own very eyes.

He had no skin nor face that made him look human yet. Just a chunk of metal with a head, arms and legs that moved mechanically. Nevertheless, you will never forget the joy and pride in your fathers' face as he watched his creation. The humanoid was a work in progress and you knew one day he's going to change the world. Unbeknownst to you, he was going to change your world.

And now here you are, years into the present as you stood infront of the humanoid who had his eyes shut. Yep, he's a he now. He is Humanoid SH-1282. Your father made him for the purpose of serving the community, to help people. But when he discovered his illness, he started making alterations to his design. He made SH-1282 to serve as the perfect companion, but only to you.

He filled the humanoid's hard drive with everything that he'll need to help you and take care of you. He input cooking, cleaning, and even martial arts. You sighed, remembering your father's last words.

"I'm gonna leave him in your care now, err leave you in his care or whatever. Take good care of each other okay? I love you both so much."

You were such a crybaby, holding on to your father's arm as the nurses were ushering you to wait outside because the doctors are about to perform surgery.

"You'll be okay." Your father mouthed as he smiled knowingly in content.

You reach for the humanoid's neck to find the power button, finally deciding to activate him after holding it off for months.

You held your breath as his eyes open, immediately scanning his surroundings. His eyes land on you, a smile forms on his lips.

"Hi, I'm SH-1282. It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N." He said naturally, offering his hand. If you didn't know any better, you would think he was a normal boy.

You let out a shaky breath as you accept his hand. He frowns, it seems like he is studying your facial expression and posture.

"You seem like you are in distress. Are you alright?" He asks in concern.

"Yeah, I am." You reply weakly.

"Will a hug improve your mood?" He asks. He was programmed to know about the benefits of physical intimacy, but he was also programmed to know consent and so he will not do anything unless you want to.

You contemplated, biting your lip.

"No, thank you." He simply nods, stepping out of his charging port.

"Will you show me around the house?" He asks and you nod.

"Damn this feels so awkward." You think to yourself.

"So here's the living room." You say as SH-1282 takes a good look around the area, his eyes falling to the dirty coffee table with tons of papers stacked messily. The couch looked greasy, with breadcrumbs stuck to the sides of the couch cushions. He scrunches his nose, involuntarily adding a new emotion to his database: disgust.

And as you led him to the kitchen, this emotion intensifies as he sees the containers of Chinese takeouts and cup ramen littered around the counter. He walks to the fridge and finds it empty except for a carton of milk that you put into your cereal for breakfast.

This awakens another emotion for the humanoid, frustration. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he contemplates on what to do with the mess, aka you.

"This won't do. You have been living unhealthily which may reduce your chances of living a long life."

You scoff, "Excuse me?" He gives you a dead stare, an eyebrow raised.

"No, excuse me while I clean up all this. I'll leave you to your own devices, thank you for showing me around today." He says sassily as he goes to find where you hide your cleaning utensils. You stood there dumbfounded.

"Unbelievable." But you let him be anyway. He wasn't wrong, you've been a total mess this past few months but that was all because of the grief. You basically had no family now.

And so for the rest of the day, you lock yourself in your room and do homework. About 5pm, you hear a soft knock at your door.

"Hello, it's me. Can you spare me a minute? I have something to ask of you." You inwardly groan, not really wanting to face the humanoid.

"Can you accompany me to get groceries? I swear this will only happen one time. It is only because I am not yet accustomed to my location. But after I mentally note the directions, you won't have to come with me next time." He didn't really want to bother you, but he knew that going out by himself and getting lost will be much more bothersome for you.

"Sure thing, just let me change into— oh no, you have no other clothes. It's kinda chilly outside today." You mentally facepalm yourself. Why didn't I go shopping for men clothes first before activating him?

"That is fine, I am immune to any temperature." He says as-a-matter-of-fact. You roll your eyes.

"I know that but people will probably get suspicious to see a man walking around in a shirt and jeans when everybody else has coats on. We need you to fit in as much as possible."

You search for your father's old coat that you refused to throw away even months after he's passed.

"Sorry dad, but he kinda needs this right now." And so you dress the humanoid in your oversized university sweatshirt (which surprisingly fits him perfectly) and your father's old coat.

"How do I look? Will I fit in now?" He asks as he scans his appearance in the mirror.

"You look—" absolutely breathtaking. You had every urge to slap yourself. Your father really didn't play around when he made the humanoid's face. He could pass up as an idol. And the cute little mole on his nose was a good addition to his features that made him even more realistic.

"Great. People won't suspect a thing."

The two of you head out. Contrary to your expectations that he would marvel at everything he sees outside, he just casually looks around. You ride the bus together, and the humanoid processes everything that you do, noting how everything works.

What caught you by surprise though, is how he immediately stands up in instinct to let an old lady sit down in his place. He sure was programmed with manners and chivalry. You smiled at the thought.

You made your way inside the grocery store, only intended to grab a basket but the humanoid insisted on a push cart.

"We have so much to buy, I've taken a mental note of everything we'll need." You simply roll your eyes and let him push the cart around as you wandered behind him. You look around as he reads the nutritional facts of every single thing he sees.

"This is definitely going to take a while." You muttered.

"Y/N? Is that you?" A voice squealed. You hissed and attempted to turn away, pretending you didn't see her. The humanoid saw how you reacted and swiftly rushed to your side in a protective stance. The stranger eyes the humanoid, her eyes sparkling at the sight of such a gorgeous man.

"Why hello there. Y/N you didn't tell me you've been busy with your boyfriend, we haven't hung out in a while." Both of your eyes widened at the misunderstanding.

"Oh, no he's not— we aren't—" You tried to explain but she just laughed out loud.

"Look how flustered you are. You know what, it's okay. But we have a lot of catching up to do!" She said, squishing your cheeks in a playful manner.

"So what's your name, handsome stranger?" She asks, turning to the confused humanoid.

"I'm S—"

"Sunghoon! His name is Sunghoon." You blurted out. Sunghoon was the name of your childhood crush when you were like 7 but that'll have to do. Unfortunately, it seems that the humanoid got even more confused.

"I am Y/N's—"

"Neighbor. He lives next door to my apartment. I was just showing him around because he just recently moved into the city." You say quickly. She can't know that you're living with a guy. Even if said guy wasn't human.

"Awww how sweet of you to go shopping with your neighbor." She said, winking at you. She's definitely not convinced.

"I'm Yeonmi, Y/N's friend." She introduced, offering her hand to Sunghoon. He took her hand reluctantly.

"You mean my super obnoxious friend." You roll your eyes.

"Shut up, you love me." She teased. Admittedly, you've been avoiding her for months now. Ever since your father passed, it was as if you didn't want to deal with anyone anymore, with the fear of being left behind again. So you shut everyone out. You know it was a very selfish move and must've made everyone worry, but you have yet to figure out how to fix things back to how it is.

You said your goodbyes not without a long, tight hug from Yeonmi and Sunghoon noticed from his scanners how your vitals greatly improved from it. This made him feel another new emotion: relief. He was very thankful for your friend who made you feel better.

You continue venturing down the aisle of food, and you find the humanoid smiling to himself. He notices your attention on him and he shakes his head, as if shrugging his thoughts off.

"What?" You asked.

"You gave me a name. Although I'm unsure if it is necessary, thank you." He says genuinely as he smiles at you, your heart skipping a beat.

"You're welcome, Sunghoon." You smiled back.

He picked up lots of fruits and vegetables, with you whining the whole time. Your whines unlocked another emotion of his; annoyance.

"No wonder her father thought she is in need of taking care of, she acts like a child." He concludes, running his fingers through his hair as he lets you get an ice cream of your choice. Oddly, seeing a bright smile on your face as you show him what flavor you got seems to put him at ease.

The two of you got home at dawn, with quickly stacking up the groceries into the cabinets and fridge, with you slumping down on the now squeaky clean couch.

It had been quite a long day and you found yourself dozing off. You woke up from the light tap on your shoulder, eyes fixating on Sunghoon with your apron wrapped around his torso.

"I could get used to this." You thought, admiring how adorable the humanoid looked but quickly pushing the thoughts away.

"Sorry to wake you, it's time for dinner." He announces and you lazily nodded, not before yawning and stretching your arms.

"Uhh, what is this?" You asked, eyeing your plate.

"It's your dinner." He says nonchalantly, expecting you to start eating. Your face shows utter disgust at the plate of vegetables.

"Please don't make me eat that." You begged. Sunghoon rolls his eyes; a trait he adapted from spending just a day with you.

"Don't be dramatic, vegetables are good for you." He states, taking the plate from you and attempting to feed you.

"Come on, say ah." He says playfully. After realizing how much you acted like a child, he researched on how to take care of children and downloaded it into his database. You scrunch your nose, leaning away from the food and shooting him a glare.

"Sunghoon, I'm not a kid." You deadpanned.

"Oh, but you won't get your ice cream if you don't eat this." He says, pouting at you teasingly. He's really good at this. With a sigh, you open wide and allow him to feed you.

"Yep, definitely a kid." He thinks to himself as he smiles in satisfaction, another emotion unlocked.

That night, you decided to move his charging port (with his help) from the lab into the spare room of the apartment.

"You know, I'm completely okay with staying at the lab." He reasoned but you quickly hush him.

"Nope. That is no way to treat a person. You deserve your own room, okay? A room that you can fill with your own stuff and decorate with your own preferences. End of discussion." You sassed as you fix his charging port into place. Sunghoon blinked at you, unable to express how grateful he is of how kind you are to him.

"She wants to treat me like a real human being." He thinks, his mechanical heart overwhelmed with gratitude.

Days went on with a routine, with him cleaning all day and you attending online classes. There were occasional bumps in the road, with you getting annoyed with how much of a neat freak he is and him getting irritated with how lazy you are at taking care of yourself. You've also taught him how to watch tv, deciding not to let him use the internet yet because he might gain too much unnecessary information online.

And so on a saturday night, you sat together on the couch as you watched figure skating competitions. Sunghoon was at complete awe the whole time, studying how the skaters moved through the ice.

"I want to skate too." He states absentmindedly, attention still on the television. You smiled, thinking how it was the first time he actually said he wanted something.

"Then let's do it, let's go skating tomorrow." You say, his head immediately shot to you.

"What, really?" Sunghoon asks in disbelief, his eyes widening.

"Yes, really. Although I'm warning you, I don't know how to skate." You laughed, with him chuckling as well.

"Then we'll learn together." He promises.

What a total lie that is. He didn't need to learn, as you watched him move swiftly against the ice, the wind in his hair as he circled around, his focused eyes twinkling in the fairy lights. He looked ethereal. You could have sworn there were tears there as you cheered him on like a proud momma. Ah, they grew up so fast.

People at the park also stopped to watch Sunghoon, whispering about how talented the young man is. His eyes caught yours, and you weren't sure if you were seeing things but you thought you saw him send you a wink and smile.

"The TV been teaching him things." You muttered, blushing but not from the cold. Sunghoon skates towards you, pulling you with him. You're eyes widened in fear.

"N-no Sunghoon I can't—" but he was already leading you through the ice, eyes never leaving yours.

"You can." He whispers, taking you by the waist as he spun you around. You giddily laughed as you threw your arms out, savouring the chilly air. You didn't even notice the people watching and cooing at you as some joined in as well.

That night, Sunghoon felt something he never felt before, and you in a long time. You felt happy.

"Say aaaah~" Sunghoon said as he fed you chicken soup. You caught a cold from skating yesterday and now you're wrapped in a super cozy blanket with Sunghoon worrying about you.

"You know I can feed myself right?" You said, swallowing the food.

"I know, but I just feel responsible because I was the one who wanted to skate. You got sick because of me, and that kinda defeats my purpose because I'm supposed to be keeping you healthy." He rambled. You roll your eyes at him.

"Colds are normal, okay? Besides, I haven't had that much fun in a while. Thank you for that, Sunghoon." You say, reaching up to tussle his hair playfully. He froze, cogs in his mind unable to process as something inside him stirred, but in a pleasant way.

"So you dance while rubbing your body on a stranger?" Sunghoon questions, but he's not sure if he wants to know the answer. Tonight, you wore a simple black dress that teasingly showed a little bit of cleavage and a decent length of fabric that hugged tightly around your upper thighs but had a daringly high slit. Sunghoon approves and disapproves at the same time.

"Yeah, it's kinda like that. But don't worry, I won't be doing that. I'll just stay by the bar the whole time." You reassured as you struggled to put on your strappy heels. Sunghoon kneels down infront of you and helps you clasp the straps around your ankles, handling it very delicately. Your heart thumps as he looks up at you.

"Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?" He asks for the fifth time as he follows you around the house like a puppy. You sigh, actually considering it. Although it was supposed to be a girl's night according to Yeonmi, you thought maybe having Sunghoon tag along wouldn't do harm.

But it did. It did harm to you, alright. And you wanted to harm those girls who kept on grinding their asses onto Sunghoon as slow, sexy music played. You were fuming, regretting dressing Sunghoon in such fashion that screamed big D energy. Why am I being so possessive? But then again, Sunghoon does look uncomfortable. I should go save him. Yeah, I'll do that.

"Hold my drink." You tell Yeonmi as you made your way to Sunghoon.

"You go girl! Get your man!" Yeonmi cheered drunkly.

Your train of thoughts were blurred by the alcohol as you struggled to walk straight. You had only one clear thought in mind: Sunghoon. I need to get to Sunghoon.

Sunghoon stood uncomfortably, eyeing the girls who rubbed their bossoms and derriere all over him. Is this supposed to be fun? He thinks innocently. He sees you walking towards him, swaying your hips side by side as you strode towards him like a predator.

Girls hovering around him going unnoticed as you were the only one he could see.

Stunning, beautiful. He thought.

"Hey handsome, care to dance?" You asked, pulling him to you before he could even answer. The girls spat at you, telling you to 'get in line' but you just shot them a smug look.

"Sorry ladies." Sunghoon apologized, but his smile told otherwise as he let you pull him away from them.

"You don't know how badly I wanted to get away from—" He froze in his spot as you wrap your arms around his neck, inching closer than ever before. You felt bold, but maybe that was just the alcohol in your system. And as you started moving your body against Sunghoon, you knew it wasn't just you who felt the heat. His large palms go down south, resting on your swaying hips as both of you moved to the sultry rhythm.

His mechanism was going nuts, threatening to malfunction as his sensors detected your very close proximity to him. Whatever you were playing, it was dangerous. But Sunghoon couldn't help but to want more, to desire more.

"Y/N." He whispers, and you look up at him with half lidded eyes. And damn did he find you so sexy right there, under the strobe lights. No girl in the club could ever compare.

"Home?" You suggested.

"Home." He agrees.

As you got in the cab, you immediately find yourself half straddling Sunghoon's lap as you attempt to kiss him. Luckily, Sunghoon can think clearer now and concludes that a drunk Y/N is a very horny Y/N. And though the thought that it was only the alcohol that made you want him made him feel sad, he knew it was wrong to demand such things from you.

And so with your futile attempts to get into his pants, he gently lays your head on his shoulder and hugs you to keep you still. But even that couldn't stop you from squirming to get away from his hold, trying to get some action. He chuckles as he held your hand tightly in his to prevent it from landing into his crotch.

"Now now, you have to stay put. I won't be taking advantage of your state." He scolds gently. And by the time the cab had stopped in front of the building of your apartment, you were fast asleep in Sunghoon's arms.

Times like these were when Sunghoon is glad he was made of aluminum. He scooped you up in his arms like a pillow as he walked up to your apartment. You snuggled up into his chest, looking so innocent as you soaked up his warmth. Sunghoon cooed about how adorable you are, talking to you in your sleep.

He placed you delicately on your bed, contemplating whether to change your clothes or not. He decided not to, noting how your privacy is important to you. You're too drunk and asleep to give him permission right now anyway. He took off your heels and wiped your makeup off very gently, and tucked you in properly.

Long minutes pass as he studies your face, stroking your hair softly as the corners of his mouth lift up unconsciously. He really loves taking care of you. He loves you.

This realization hits him like a truck of overwhelming emotions, but it all makes sense to him now.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispers, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before retiring to his own room.

848 notes · View notes