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lanayru-the-water-god · 8 months

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All for the maiden

Ivory, one of Nerin’s precious swan maidens, awakens after being gravely injured to an unfamiliar sensation. Lanayru, being the selfless Goddess she is, has made another ultimate sacrifice.

(Lanayru is ~900 years old)

Word count: 1100

Just seconds ago, she had been in unbearable, mind-numbing pain…but now Ivory’s mind is empty, her body somehow…painless.

When had I drifted off?

“...ple…don’t…stop it…”

Distant, muffled voices drift into her fuzzy head as a cool, lightweight sensation washes over her entire body.

“…La…ru, stop…”

“...Lanayru, stop!”

Huh?

The swan maiden finds her body too weak to move, but slowly she blinks her eyes open to see an incredibly blurry, yet familiar, figure above her, glowing white hands hovering over her chest…and a matching luminance spreads around the two of them.

Is that…

“La…Lan…” she tries.

“Just hold still, okay? I’m almost done…”

Is she…healing me?

Exhausted from the effort of keeping her bleary eyes open, Ivory lets them slip closed once again.

“Please, Lanayru, you’ve done enough…she’s not bleeding out anymore, please!” Nerin’s voice.

The Water Goddess gives no response.

And within seconds, a bit of strength returns to Ivory as the sensation from the glow dissipates. Her legs, which had been nearly numb before, regain their normal feeling. It no longer hurts to breathe, to move…Still lying on the hard ground, she stretches out her arms and sighs with relief.

Lanayru saved me.

“Hey, Lanie, look at me,” Nerin continues, bringing Ivory back from her thoughts. “Stay with me, dang it! I can’t lose you again…please!”

Ivory slowly opens her eyes again, out of curiosity, to a confusing and worrisome sight: Lanayru on her knees, now a few feet from Ivory’s body, and Nerin grabbing her by the shoulders. The Water Goddess’s head lolls forward, her long hair slightly covering her face.

“I…can’t…’m so…ti…red…”

“I know you are, ok? Try to fight it, though! Think about anything, your dragon, your-”

“...’s not how ‘t works…”

Lanayru’s slurred mumbling is barely audible to Ivory’s small ears, but Nerin seems to have understood it…

“You used all of it, didn’t you?”

The Water Goddess suddenly slumps over, too weak to stay sitting, and lands on the ground with a thud, nearly hitting her head.

“Lanayru! Waterdrop, just answer me! You did, right? Every last bit of it?”

Through Nerin’s desperate pleas, Ivory finds her hands grounding her body so she can lift herself up. Her head spins as she stares with wide eyes at Lanayru, now lying on her back, eyes slipping closed.

“LANAYRU!!” Nerin shouts frantically.

“I…had to…” she croaks out. “I’m…sor…”

I’m sorry?

“Lanayru?? No…please…” Tears well up in the eyes of the Swan Goddess, tugging at Ivory’s heart. “Open your eyes, waterdrop…you can’t leave me…you can’t…”

Nerin pauses, the spring becoming eerily silent, as Lanayru leaves no response.

“No…”

“NO!”

As her vision swirls slightly, Ivory swallows hard. She has never seen her beloved Nerin like this…ever. And she remains there, watching with disbelief as the Swan Goddess breaks out into choking sobs, burying her head into Lanayru’s chest.

For what seems like an eternity, she stays, headache and dizziness slowly receding as the healing finishes taking effect.

She saved me…but what happened??

“Lady Nerin…?” she asks, voice dry and cracked. “Is she…?”

No answer.

Ivory fidgets nervously with her dress, close to tears herself. After everything she went through…all the immense pain and suffering- she had nearly lost her life- and now…this.

As she glances down at her body, she gasps in surprise. The blood that had once stained her dress, pooling out onto the ground, is- gone. Only a tear in the fabric at her torso remains. Carefully she spreads her fingers over the hole, taking a look at the skin underneath…nothing. Not even a scar.

It’s almost as if the whole thing never happened.

What the…

She remembers now: Lanayru’s Healing Grace. Just like Nerin had told her before. The Water Goddess had used every inch of her magic, leaving herself unconscious, to save Ivory’s life.

Holy…shit.

Nerin still hasn’t lifted her head, her sobs ringing out, and Ivory slowly crawls the few feet needed to reach the Goddesses.

“Lady Lanayru…?” She slowly reaches out a hand, to place on Lanayru’s limp one- but suddenly Nerin jerks her head up, her eyes red with tears, white hair disheveled.

“Don’t touch her.”

Ivory pulls her hand back in. “Oh, I…I’m sorry…”

“Just- wait, please…” Nerin sniffles. “Let my baby rest.” The Swan Goddess pauses, reaching out a hand for her maiden. “Ivory…are you okay?”

She nods weakly. “I’m fine now.” Glancing at the Water Goddess, pale and unresponsive, she sighs. “But I owe Lanayru my life.”

“Don’t feel like you owe her anything, darling. I…I should be grateful that she was here, if not…then you….”

I would have died.

Both fall silent, Nerin wiping another tear from her face.

“She did that…for me,” Ivory breathes, still stricken with disbelief. “She…really…”

Ever so slightly, a faint blue glow surrounds Lanayru, before dissipating as quickly as it had appeared.

“Wh-what was that?”

Nerin hesitates before answering. “Oh, that’s…uh, not important, okay? Just a sign that her magic is ready to start recharging.”

“How…how long will that take? To-to recharge?” Ivory nervously stumbles over her words, palms sweaty.

“My darling, I don’t know.” The words seem to upset Nerin further, and Ivory twinges with regret. “Last time it took…thirty-nine days, so…at least one mortal month.” The Swan Goddess chokes back another sob. “Another month without my waterdrop…I-I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

“Lady Nerin, my deepest condolences,” Ivory replies, her soft voice almost a whisper. “I-I understand now…I can’t imagine what you are feeling, I’m sorry…”

“Ivory…please don’t be sorry, okay?” Nerin gently strokes Lanayru’s hair with her right hand, moving it away from her face. “Now, I must take her home.”

The swan maiden slowly rises to her feet. “May I assist you? That’s a tough job for one-“

“Please, darling, you must stay here. You are too weak to perform such a task…I shall be back later, I promise.”

Ivory sighs. Nerin was right; even with the full healing powers activated, she is barely strong enough to stand, let alone help bring an unconscious Goddess to another domain. Perhaps she should return to her quarters and rest instead.

She watches as the tear-stricken Swan Goddess grabs Lanayru by the shoulders, hoisting her limp body up and resting her head over her left shoulder. The Water Goddess’s feet, and the hem of her dress, drag along the ground. Oh, if only I could help…

“Farewell, my maiden.” Nerin whispers, her voice slightly strained from the effort of holding Lanayru, before making her way out of the spring. Ivory, alone and frail, is left to watch in admiration, with only the sounds of the water to soothe her.

#the goddess lanayru #nerin the swan goddess (by the amazing trippy!)#ivory the swan maiden (also by trippy)#bailey writes #tw blood mention #tw ‘death’ (yes this is in quotes for a reason)#read the bonus section to find out!!#oc babeys

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cupcakesandteawrites · 9 months

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1986

“I’m sorry what?! Tell me you’re fucking with me man, this can not be true” Eddie shouted, pacing the length of the room he, Steve and doctor Owens are currently in,

“No, I’m telling the truth boys. Whatever was in the bat bites had stopped your cells from decaying like they normally would.” Dr Owens replied.

“So, we’re what, immortal?” Steve asked, finally speaking up. “Like we just don’t grow old? Can we die?”

“We don’t think so. Your cells seem to be able to regenerate themselves.” Another scientist said as they came through the door.

“Fucking perfect!” Eddie sighed, visibly deflating onto a chair.

After that Eddie stopped listening. He couldn't believe his ‘luck’ forever the new guy from now on he guessed.

“Hey, talk to me man, it’s just us now, everyone else has gone.” Steve spoke softly, sitting next to Eddie.

“I’ve never wanted to conventionally ‘fit in’ anywhere but I have always wanted to find someone that matches my weirdness and settle down with them you know. That can’t happen now. I’ve read enough comics and fantasy books to know it never has a happy ending ok. Never” Eddie said after a moment's silence.

“That makes sense But it is what it is. Owens has said they will do whatever is needed to make sure we’re ok. Endless travelling possabilities.

1991

“Guess it's time to leave Hawkins, People have already started to say you don’t look older than 20 and all the kids have gone off to college” Eddie declared, pulling out their box of planning things.

After their talk in the dimly lit room after they had found out they were immortal it had made sense that they would seek comfort in each other.

“We could always just travel around now, go everywhere we’ve always wanted too. Buy a huge RV that’s like a house on wheels and just go and see everything. Take as long as we want in each place. No one will say anything about it.” Steve replied, standing in Eddie’s personal space.

“You and that RV, I’m the wrong person if you want that 6 nugget white picket fence life sweetheart” Eddie joked, slipping his arm around his boyfriend's waist.

"Probably for the best that we can't have that anymore then hmmm?" Steve teased back, kissing Eddie's cheek.

Them getting together had not surprised anyone. Them spending a lot of time together when they first had to come to terms with their immortality meant that the feelings they had became very obvious very quickly. It took them a month to get together and a further month for them to move in together. They spent a lot of time in the beginning thinking of limitations. How long they could live somewhere. How they could live together and move house together in 1980's America as two men. A story they could stick to no matter where they lived.

2001

They'd spent a decade travelling the US and Canada. Staying in each place for a few months, working odd jobs to stave off the boredom. In the fall of 2001 they settled in a house on the outskirts of New York. They'd loved the place when they spent 9 months living there a few years ago and felt it was somewhere they could settle for a while before having to move again. As fun as the last few years had been they wanted to put down roots somewhere.

2011

Almost 30 years. Almost 30 years it took for them to be legally recognized as the married couple they had lived as since '87. Eddie gave Steve the huge wedding he deserved. Surrounded by their friends and family, most of them they had been friends with since '86 or before they vowed to stay together no matter what. That they knew as the years went on that things would get tough but they would make it work. They always had each other. And when you're immortal always is a very very long time.

#eddie munson #fanfic #ficlet #steddie #steddie fandom #steddie fanfic #au gust #au gust 2023 #au fic

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 1 year

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Perfectly Okay

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Roman knows it's bad when his only escape is a cat cafe a town away and a barista he barely feels like he knows, but when his soulmate kicks him out of their shared apartment, Roman finds he has no one else to turn to but that same barista.

But maybe everything will be ok, right?

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Warnings: Abusive relationship, emotional maniupulation, panic attacks (please lmk if I've missed any

Pairings: platonic prinxiety, roman/orange

Word count: 5522

Notes:

Hi! I will warn this one, while not as heavy as other things I've read, is definitely heavier than my own usual writing, so proceed with caution if you prefer my normal level of angst!

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Roman knew his soulmate.

He’d known his soulmate since he was seventeen. They’d met in what felt like a fairytale, at a Ren Faire, he had been dressed like a faerie prince and his soulmate had been dressed in Tolkien-esque elven armour. Roman had thought it had been perfect, a dream come true. The mark on his hand had bloomed bright orange when the stranger had taken his hand and kissed his knuckles all whilst smiling up at him. It had been perfect.

‘Had’ was the key word. It had been perfect for almost a year, but after that…

Roman didn’t realise at first, still too caught up in joy at meeting his soulmate, still too overjoyed at their shared love for LARPing and fantasy cosplay to realise that things were slipping. He didn’t notice when calm talks turned into arguing which turned into screaming matches, he couldn’t pinpoint when he started being worried about telling him that he was going out with friends or meeting up with his brother. He could remember clearly when he had set fire to one of Roman’s oldest costumes during a spat about dressing up as a feminine character of all things, he cried for weeks over the torn and charred fabric. He remembered the day he’d come home from work to find his soulmate had thrown out more than half of his YA fantasy books, claiming that he shouldn’t be reading ‘that bullshit’ anymore. Roman has spent hours afterwards looking like a lunatic digging through their apartment’s dumpster trying to find them all. He’d moved all of his costumes and books into his brother’s storage unit after that, worried that they weren’t safe in his apartment.

He’d considered calling the police a few times, all of them recently, all of them after a fight that had left Roman in tears. Each time he’d decided he couldn’t possibly handle any more of this, because by now - four years after he’d met his soulmate - he knew it was bad. He knew he was unhappy and he knew his soulmate didn’t love him like a soulmate should. He wanted out of all of this. But in the end he never called, because he knew the police wouldn’t help him, he was his soulmate, after all, and this kind of thing never happened between soulmates. Soulmates were wonderful and amazing, nothing ever went wrong between soulmates in the public's eye.

Instead Roman lied, pretended to have shifts at work when he didn’t, and went to the only place he felt safe these days.

There was a small coffee shop, tucked away and hidden behind all the corporate and placelessness, he’d found it nearly five years ago whilst he was still in highschool. It was a cute, quiet little place that served cheap coffee and also housed fifteen cats, which was amazing when Roman really needed a way to relax.

He’d met one of the baristas working there the first time he’d come to escape, four or five months ago now. And Roman thought he might owe them his life by now.

“Hey Princey,” Virgil said, sliding into the bench across from him and placing a latte glass in front of him - the top filled with cream just like Roman always ordered, “What’re you working on today?”

“Oh!” Roman jumped, startled at their sudden appearance, “Virgil, I can’t-”

“It’s on me,” Virgil interrupted, shaking his head, “I noticed you finished your last one a while ago and my shift is almost over, so…”

“Oh really? Why thank you!” Roman said, flashing Virgil a blinding smile that didn’t feel completely fake, at least, “What time is it?”

“Almost three.” Virgil said, Roman sighed in relief, he’d told him he’d be at work until seven, he still had time, “Why, you gotta head out?”

“No,” Roman shook his head, “I just… lose track sometimes.”

“Mood,” Virgil said, leaning on the table, “So what’s in that notebook of yours?”

Roman felt his face heat up as he looked down at the notebook he had been doodling in, it was silly, he had been drawing dresses and hats and weaponry he’d love to make. He couldn’t, not anymore and especially not in his own home, he was terrified they’d be destroyed if his soulmate found them at all, nowadays. But… he could still dream. Could he show Virgil? Would they like the drawings and designs? Roman shook his head with a sigh.

“Just some doodles, nothing important,” Roman said, closing the notebook. Virgil frowned as they intercepted one of the cats attempting to jump up onto their table and placed her into their lap instead.

“But you’ve been working on it the whole time you’ve been here?” Virgil said, tilting their head and raising an eyebrow.

“I uh- it’s really nothing important, just some designs, I guess,” Roman said, he could feel his face getting more red, “I used to uh- I used to make fantasy costumes?”

“Oh really?” Virgil asked, “That’s neat, I’ve been to a few cons, but I’ve never been able to sew for the life of me, can I see?”

“You won’t laugh at me?” Roman asked, narrowing his eyes a little at them.

“'Course not, why would I?” Virgil said.

Roman shrugged, a little helpless, as he offered the notebook over to Virgil, “Most people I know would.”

“Oh,” Virgil said, before flipping the notebook to a random page and taking a second to look through the drawings before smiling up at Roman, “Dude these are epic! Could you really make this? And wear it?”

Roman ducked his head, cheeks flaming in embarrassment when Virgil turned the page around to show one of his drawings of ceremonial high elf armour. It was very detailed and would probably take him months to make - if he still even had the skills - and it was pretty feminine too, so he definitely couldn’t wear it.

“Uh - yeah probably, it would take a while though,” Roman said with a small smile as Virgil turned the book back around to keep looking, leaving Roman antsy in his chair.

“These dresses look nice,” Virgil said with a small smile as he ran a finger over the page, “They look… Mexican?”

“Yeah,” Roman said, “I’m hispanic, so… I sorta based them off that…”

“Neat,” Virgil said with a smile, “They’re pretty.”

“Yeah,” Roman nodded, they were, he really liked them. He wished he could show them off without fear.

“Dude are you ok?” Virgil asked, putting down the book with a startled expression on his face and Roman realised only then that he was crying, of all things, over some drawings of dresses, “If you really didn’t want me to see these I wouldn’t have-”

“No- no it’s not- not that!” Roman interrupted, trying to wipe the tears away, “I’m sorry I didn’t- mean-”

“Hey, hey it’s ok, you don’t gotta apologise,” Virgil said, putting the notebook gently down on the table, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t even know it’s just- I haven’t been able to show anyone these in- in forever and- you’re being so nice.”

Virgil stared at him for a moment before picking up the cat in their lap and placing it in Romans. She barely made a fuss before curling back up in her new seat, “Here, have a cat.”

“Thanks,” Roman choked out a laugh, as he ran his fingers through her soft fur.

“But really, I’m doing like- the bare minimum here - you really don’t have anyone you show this stuff to?” Virgil asked, before gesturing to Roman’s bright orange hand, “Not even your soulmate?”

Roman tried to hide the way he flinched, by the way Virgil’s expression changed he assumed he didn’t do that well, before he could say anything about it, though, ploughed forward to answer his first question.

“I used to share this stuff with my brother, but I haven’t seen him in months,” Roman said sadly, “The rest of my family don’t like my hobbies, and my soulmate… well.”

“That bad, huh?” Virgil asked.

“He used to be really into all this same stuff, when we met,” Roman explained sadly, “We actually met at a ren faire, but, I dunno, I guess things change, he tried to throw out a bunch of my stuff a few months ago so uh, I asked my brother to take it and uh, yeah…”

“How long have you known him?” Virgil asked quietly.

“Four years,” Roman said glumly, “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Okay,” Virgil said, sympathetic, “Um… okay, different topic: what kind of music do you like?”

From there it continued for almost two hours, back and forth, trading questions and answers. Roman had met Virgil a good few times before now, but all of them he had been working and even though the cafe was usually quiet there were still enough customers to make a long and invested conversation between the two difficult. Roman left the cafe that day feeling lighter than he had in weeks.

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He kept going back to the cafe, the same as before, though now he tried to time it for when Virgil was just getting off of shifts (or at least when the cafe was quietest). Talking to Virgil was nice, even with their dyed hair, emo makeup and spooky piercings that made him a little nervous at first, he felt safe when he was in the cafe. Virgil liked looking at his drawings, they listened to Roman ramble about the most recent book he’d wanted to read (he borrowed them from the library sometimes and read them at the cafe before bringing them back the same day, he couldn’t trust his soulmate not to damage them like he had Roman’s own books).

Virgil encouraged his ideas for stories he probably wouldn’t ever write, they got a cat to come and comfort him when he was upset over something trivial like Virgil asking how his day had been. Roman knew he was taking risks by coming so often, but the cafe was almost addictive, having somewhere safe and someone who was really interested in hearing about his passions felt a little like a drug in itself.

He knew it couldn’t last, though.

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“Where have you been?” His soulmate asked one night, almost a month later, when Roman came home a little later than he intended. He had been at the coffee shop again talking to Virgil after his shift and he’d lost track of time. He’d only stayed fifteen minutes longer than he had intended, but that made all the difference when it came to the train times.

“At work, I told you,” Roman answered, lies rolling off his tongue as easy as truths used to, “I got held up by a coworker, I’m sorry.”

“Really?” he said, raising his eyebrow, “Can you explain why your paycheck doesn’t match up with the amount of hours you’ve apparently been doing too?”

Roman panicked internally, trying very hard to mimic a confused expression, “No idea, they must’ve messed it up somehow, I’ll uh- I’ll bring it up with my manager tomorrow.”

“And the train tickets you’ve been buying every other day?” he said, folding his arms, Roman tried not to flinch, “Have you been seeing someone else?”

“Of course not!” Roman cried, “I’ve just been going to work!”

“In another city?" The said harshly, "I'm not that fucking stupid, Roman, I know where you work."

"They moved me to a different venue, ok?" Roman said, trying to take a deep breath to keep from either yelling or crying, "There's nothing going on - I swear."

"Then what’s in here?” He asked, not wasting a second before snatching Roman’s bag from his shoulder and rifling through it. He paled, most of the things in there were ordinary or work related - his uniform, some stationary, a water bottle - but his design notebook was also in there. He’d stuffed it hap-hazardly into the bag when he’d left in a hurry when usually he’d take better care to hide it in case of this very scenario.

“The fucks’ this?” He asked, pulling out that very notebook. Roman tried to hold back tears as he flicked through the pages, expression growing more angry by the second, “Roman! I thought I told you to stop with this shit!”

Roman flinched when he grabbed a handful of the pages and tore them, “This is childish bullshit, Ro, no-one wants it, I thought you’d have grown up by now! I have.”

“But-” Roman started, “I thought- you loved this stuff?”

“Yeah, when I was sixteen, Roman, we’re fucking adults now!” He yelled, throwing Roman’s ruined book onto the floor, “Adults don’t play stupid dress-up games, for fucks sake get ahold of yourself! Look at you, you’re pathetic.”

Roman winced, trying to blink back tears as he glanced at the scattered, torn pages of his notebook. Adults don't throw temper tantrums over their partner's interests, Roman thought bitterly. He didn't dare say it aloud, though.

“Nothing to say?” he said, Roman couldn’t help the way he flinched back at the approach, he shook his head, “Pathetic! You’re just- I can’t believe the fucking universe would lump me with such a pathetic, childish, piece of shit soulmate like you.”

“Well-” Roman said in a burst of confidence that surprised even himself, “I can’t believe I got stuck with such a jerkish asshole who can’t even respect other people’s hobbies!”

He was silent for a long moment and in that moment Roman grew even more worried that he might actually attack him, instead he only pointed to the door, face scarily calm, and said, “Out.”

“What?” Roman yelped.

“Get out of my house,” He yelled, “Now.”

“Can I get-”

“Get. the fuck. out,” He told him through gritted teeth, “Don’t make me tell you again, Roman Prince.”

And in a pathetic show of defiance, Roman stopped to grab the torn up notebook and pages, shoving them into his bag before grabbing that too and storming out the door. He slammed it behind him and promptly burst into tears so ferocious he had to lean against the corridor wall to stop himself from sinking straight to the ground.

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It was raining outside when he finally got himself out of the apartment building and onto the street. Distantly he regretted not grabbing his coat from the back of the door, but at least he still had a jacket on from earlier. It was late, well past dark by now, he’d left the cafe just after seven and had gotten the train at seven thirty, making it just gone eight now. He wished it was summer right now, but as the weather clearly showed it was rapidly descending from autumn into winter. Roman shook his head to get his already rain soaked hair out of his eyes before crossing the busy road to the other side and hurrying along the pavement. He wished he had an umbrella.

Ducking into the first store he came across - a random little 24/7 general goods store - Roman darted around the aisles to the back before pulling his phone from his jacket pocket and opened it up. He’d call Remus, surely he’d let Roman crash on his couch until he worked out something more permanent. This would be fine.

Remus didn’t pick up, the call going to voicemail three times over before Roman gave up and left a message saying that he needed to talk and it was urgent. Before running both hands through his hair, just slightly more panicked now. Roman knew without even checking that he didn’t have nearly enough money on him for a hotel. His soulmate had always controlled their bank accounts, so Roman didn’t have access to that now either as much as he would have loved to spend all of his money in petty revenge. Most of it was Roman’s money anyway.

He tried to take deep breaths as he leant against the freezers at the back of the store. He didn’t have anywhere to live right now, which was fine, he’d figure it out. He still had a job at a restaurant nearby, it wasn’t the best paying but it was better than minimum wage and besides, they always complained about not having enough staff, Roman could definitely pick up more hours. He had time to get himself a new bank account and change his details before his next payday, presuming he found somewhere to live. This would be ok. He took a deep breath, looking at his phone contacts, so long as he could find somewhere to live temporarily.

The biggest flaw in this plan, though, was the fact that the only contacts he had were his soulmate, Remus and his parents. Alongside one or two friends he hadn’t talked to in at least a year. Remus already hadn’t picked up and his parents would ask pressing questions he really didn’t want to answer, especially with such a low chance they’d even take him back in and his friends…

It wouldn’t be fair on them for Roman to ghost them for two years and then call out of nowhere asking for a place to stay. He couldn’t do that, not to them or himself.

Maybe he could ask strangers if they would take him, or if they knew anyone. But that was a surefire way to get himself killed, so…

Roman rummaged through his bag, well, if he couldn’t call anyone for help he could at least take inventory of what he had with him. His work uniform, which was at least better than nothing in terms of a change of clothes. His water bottle, a pencil case, he had a pack of painkillers in there, not helpful right now but could come in useful if he got a headache from the stress. A packet of tissues… one of those plastic forks that came with lunch pasta pots, some origami thing he must’ve done at some point when he was bored made from a napkin, a broken pen, a couple of hairbands… and a few quarters he collected up.

And most importantly his design notebook and all the crumpled ripped out pages. Roman sighed, taking one out and attempting to smooth it over against the glass of the freezer. This really wasn’t the place to be doing this, but… oh well. He’d have to sort through which ones were salvageable later anyway.

Something caught his eye on the one he had tried to smooth out, though. It was one he had been working on only a few hours ago. Virgil had been helping him, they had asked if Roman could design them as a fantasy character, a prompt Roman had taken to immediately. Virgil had occasionally pulled the notebook towards them and added little notes around the drawing. In the corner of the page a number was scrawled in messy handwriting.

He almost burst into tears of joy at the sight, Virgil had written his name above it and drawn a little smiley face with the number written underneath. Roman took a deep breath, fanning his face to get rid of the tears that had welled up in his eyes with one hand as he pulled up his contacts and shakily typed in the numbers written on the page.

Taking a deep breath Roman pressed the call button and held the phone up to his ear, crossing his fingers as it rang. It got to the fifth ring and Roman was starting to lose hope when Virgil finally picked up.

“Hello?” Virgil said on the other end of the phone, sounding tired, Roman let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank god, Virgil! It’s uh- it’s Roman? From the coffee shop?” Roman said, trying not to cry again in the back of a stupid grocery store.

“Roman?” Virgil said, “You’re uh, calling me?”

“Yeah is that uh- okay? I’m sorry I didn’t-”

“It’s okay yeah, just, unexpected, you’re all good,” Virgil said, taking a deep breath, “Uh, whats up?”

“Okay so I know this is the first time calling you and I know we’re like- barely friends but um, I have a really really massive favour I need to ask you,” Roman said before shoving his fist in his mouth in an attempt to stop himself from audibly sobbing.

“I’d say we’re more than barely friends, Princey,” Virgil said, “What do you need?”

“Would it be possible for me to maybe crash on your couch for a night or two?” Roman said quickly, before Virgil could say anything he continued in a ramble, "It's just that my soulmate’s kicked me out and my brother's not picking up and my parents will question me to hell and back and I don't really have any other friends and- and I don't have enough money on me for a hotel and I don't know what to do-"

"Woah woah," Virgil said through the phone, "Okay, first of all, deep breaths Princey, okay?"

Roman nodded even though Virgil couldn't see him and tried to take a deep breath, barely able to get through it with the tears. He was really glad no-one else was in the shop right now.

"Okay and uh, once you're ready I'm gonna need you to tell me what's going on," Virgil said, "Because I only caught like every third word of that ramble."

"R-right," Roman said, trying to even out his breathing as he brushed the tears away from his eyes, "Um, so my soulmate kicked me out of our house because - because he found my drawing book, and, uhm, found out I wasn't working when I said I was-"

Roman swallowed thickly, looking up at the ceiling in hopes to get rid of the tears, "And- and I have nowhere else to go, my brother isn't answering my calls and my parents are barely an alternative to my soulmate, so I was- was really hoping you'd be able to help me."

Virgil was silent for a long second before he let out a sigh loud enough to be heard over the phone, "Okay, where are you right now?"

"Um," Roman said, "Crying at the back of a general store?"

Despite everything, Virgil snorted, "Okay, good to know, but I meant like, the address? I'm gonna come get you."

Roman almost dropped the phone in relief. Instead he just started crying again and let out a stream of barely coherent thank yous and sorries until Virgil interrupted him again.

"Sorry, um, I'll- I’ll text it to you," Roman said, rocking back and forth a little as he opened the messaging screen and shakily typed in the street he was on and the town and sent it, "I don't- don't know what this shop's called but it's just- a- a little 24/7 general store."

"Okay, I got it," Virgil said, "You want me to stay on the phone?"

"Is that okay?” Roman asked, weakly.

“‘Course it is,” Virgil told him, before Roman heard some bustling on the other end of the phone, he tried to keep taking deep breaths until Virgil came back to the phone, “Okay, Roman, is it good with you if my roommate drives? I’ll be able to keep talking to you better.”

“Are- um-” Roman said, trying to figure out what to say, his hands were shaking, “Are they good?”

“Yeah, Patton’s the softest little puffball I know,” Virgil answered, “I’ll still be there the whole time and you don’t even have to talk to him if you don’t want to.”

Roman took a deep breath, before carefully placing his things back into his bag, “Yeah - uh - okay, that’s okay.”

“Okay great, just hang tight for me a second, Princey,” Virgil said, a little quietly as though he was holding the phone away from his ear. Roman heard the sound of a door closing from the other end of the line.

After about five minutes of not talking from Virgil, Roman had managed to get his stuff back up together. He’d tried to wipe away the worst of his tears with the origami napkin and taken a few more deep breaths as he waited by the freezer. Virgil was coming to get him, he would be ok.

“You still there, Roman?” Virgil said after a little while, he could hear the sounds of a car engine in the background of the call now.

“Yeah I’m still here,” Roman answered.

“Right, we’re gonna be about half an hour, ‘kay?” Virgil said, “Um, whilst you wait, do you have any money at all?”

Roman looked at the cents and quarters he had collected from the bottom of his bag, he had five dollars tucked into the back of his phone too, “Uh- yeah, about six or seven dollars, I think?”

“Jeez man,” Roman heard Virgil murmur a little distantly, and then much closer, “Okay, I want you to have a look around the store and find something sweet you like - I guess you haven’t eaten?”

“No,” Roman mumbled, great, a reminder that he was hungry, too, “I haven’t.”

“Okay,” Virgil said, “We haven’t eaten yet either so we can grab something on the way home, for now uh, can you do what I said? Find a pack of sweets or chocolate or something,”

“What for?” Roman asked, frowning even as he made his way to the confectionary aisle and looked through the admittedly small selection there. He was tired and honestly? Didn’t see the point in spending his last five dollars on a packet of skittles.

“Panicking sucks for your blood sugar,” Virgil said, “You’ve been crying and panicking for however long now, so you’re probably gonna get real tired pretty soon because of the adrenaline wearing off, so you want a boost to keep you going.”

“Right,” Roman said, taking a deep breath in and blowing it slowly out of his mouth. Virgil was definitely right, he was tired now, exhausted even, his eyes ached from crying and he was actually starting to get a headache. Maybe those painkillers would come in handy after all. He ended up picking a packet of mini red velvet brownie bites. They were a little more expensive than some of the other stuff that was there, but Roman was pretty sure he deserved it at this point.

He also took a detour and found the cheapest bottle of water in the store and grabbed that too. The water in his own water bottle, Roman was pretty sure, was at least a day old.

“Okay,” Roman said into the phone when he was done, “I’ve got brownies and water, I’m gonna go buy them now.”

Once Virgil had hummed an affirmative, Roman headed to the counter and placed down his items. Virgil would be here soon, he had chocolate now, everything would be ok.

—-

The rain was even heavier now as Roman stepped out of the store, attempting to stay under the awning outside to avoid the worst of it. Virgil tried to keep up a steady stream of chatter as he waited and Roman couldn’t help appreciate it even more coming from Virgil - who he knew didn’t like to talk so much. Roman would gladly admit how much it helped, just the simple little reassurance that he was still there as he slowly made his way through the pot of brownies. Virgil was right, they really were helping too.

“Hey Ro,” Virgil said through the phone, “We’re almost here now, like, we’re literally turning onto the street right now, I’m gonna - oh I see you - I’m gonna hang up and yell at you out the window, ‘kay?”

Roman nodded, before realising Virgil probably couldn’t see that and agreed verbally just before the call clicked off. Roman took a deep breath in the few seconds of silence only broken by the pouring rain until he heard a shout of his name from nearby - just a little further down the road, just as Virigl had promised.

He’d rushed over to the car that had pulled into the layby, Virgil’s face met him in the window and Roman damn near burst into tears again.

“Get in then, doofus,” Virgil said playfully, reaching over and opening the door. Roman climbed into the back seat and closed the door behind him, the hot air from the car’s heating making him shiver as he realised how soggy he was from the rain. Virgil seemed to notice too.

“Jeez Princey, you’re soaked….” Virgil said, shrugging off their own thick black hoodie jacket, “Here, take off your jacket and put this on.”

The jacket dwarfed him, the sleeves covering his hands and the rest of it wrapping around him like a blanket. He pulled the hood up and sank into it, thankful for the warmth. It was such a lovely material too, so soft under his cold fingers. Virgil flung his waterlogged jacket into the front passenger seat.

“Hey kiddo,” The person in the driver’s seat turned to look at him, he had a smile on his face and bouncy golden curls for hair, this must be Patton, Roman thought, he looked friendly, “I’m Patton, nice to meet ya.”

“Hello,” Roman said, twisting the hoodie between his fingers, he didn’t really feel like talking to someone he didn’t know right now, but also, Patton felt safe and bubbly and warm and he really didn't want to upset the guy who was driving them and potentially letting Roman stay in his house, “Um, I’m Roman.”

“Awesome! I’ll leave you two alone to talk in a second, but first, how d’you feel about pizza for dinner?” Patton asked, resting a hand on the steering wheel.

“Pizza sounds nice,” Roman said, before cringing, “But uh- I can’t- I can’t pay…”

“It’s on me,” Patton said with a blinding smile, “for both of you, I’ll pull into a Domino’s on the way back.”

“Thanks, Pat,” Virgil said, before turning back to Roman and talking in a quieter voice, “How’re you feeling?”

“Awful,” Roman admitted with a pathetic little laugh, “But it’s… okay, um, I’m really grateful to you, for this.”

“You’re welcome,” Virgil huffed, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I’m really glad you left your number,” Roman mumbled, trying to wipe away the tears that were forming again before they fell.

“I’m really glad I worked up the courage to leave it,” Virgil countered with a small smile.

Roman was silent for a second, before taking a deep breath, “I’m really sorry I’m dumping my problems on you, I know we- it’s not like we’re close friends or anything.”

“Roman-” Virgil said, turning in their seat to face him properly, a frown on his face, “I’m glad you called me, okay?”

“You- really?” Roman asked, voice smaller than he meant it to be.

“Yeah Ro,” Virgil said, shaking their head, “You- y’know what, would you like a hug?”

Roman couldn’t help but stare, a hug? Yeah, he’d really like a hug. He said as much with a wobbly voice and teary eyes and Virgil smiled, pulling him into a tight hug. Roman buried his face in their shoulder and tried to stop crying for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

“I’m s-sorry,” Roman stammered, “I’m getting your shirt soggy,”

“It’s fine,” Virgil said, squeezing him a little tighter, “I don’t mind, you’re safe here.”

—-

“Do you guys have any uh… bandages? Or something like that?” Roman asked as Virgil unlocked their door. Patton was behind him carrying the two pizza boxes they’d gotten on the way. Virgil kicked the door open before turning to him, worried frown on their face.

“Why? Are you injured?” Virgil asked, “And why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“No- no I’m not injured,” Roman quickly reassured, lifting his hand and pulling back the sleeve of Virgil’s hoodie to reveal the bright orange mark on his hand. Usually he could deal with the sight of it, mostly ignoring the way it made his chest hurt, but right now it just made him want to throw up, “I want to cover it.”

“Of course,” Virgil said, nodding, “Gotcha, there should be some in the bathroom- the cupboard to the right of the one under the sink.”

“Bathroom is the first door to the left when you go up the stairs,” Patton directed with a smile as he walked past them into the open plan kitchen diner that Roman could see down the hall.

“Okay, thank you,” Roman said, bowing his head, “I’ll be right back.”

Virgil shot him a thumbs up and followed Patton down the hall whilst Roman made his way up the stairs. He splashed water in his face in hopes that it would make the puffy redness of his eyes a little less visible before wrapping his hand in bandages to hide the mark. He took a few deep breaths as he looked at himself in the mirror and gave himself a silent pep-talk. Virgil had rescued him, he was - for now at least - away from his soulmate, he had somewhere to sleep and he had pizza to go downstairs to. Somehow, he thought that maybe this would actually be okay.

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minty-playhouse · 1 year

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Explaining Nesmith/Townshend or A Primer on Townsmith

Dear friends and enemies... (and specifically @gitsor3010 and @smugruttle if you guys didn't want me to ping you, you shouldn't have liked my drabble, rookie mistake)

Recently I posted a drabble here regarding my very specific and niche ship of Mike Nesmith and Pete Townshend, motivated in part by @yaggerdangs-remedy shared enthusiasm for it (love you for that by the way, if you are reading this <3). I also posted another small thing on my NSFW sideblog, because of course I did.

Surprisingly, that first drabble seemed to have caught the attention of more than one person, so I guess it's my civil duty to explain where the hell this ship even came from, and also tell you all about dynamics and whatnot about this ship so I can maybe convince you all of my truth!

This post might get long though so I'm putting this all under a read more. [spoilers: this post did get long it's like 3,000 words long I'm sorry]

=Quick Background:

To start explaining Townsmith we need to go way way back to when I was 19 (over 15 years ago!) and I became obsessed with The Monkees and The Who almost simultaneously. The Monkees came first but it took just a couple months at best for me to also grow very attached to The Who.

Obviously, as a very normal person, I wanted to write about crossovers involving them, and even entertained the idea of a TV show centered crossover that was inspired by the small trivia about how there was like a glimmer of a thought of making a Who TV show but nothing came of it (but honestly can u IMAGINE mod era Who TV show?).

At the time thought, I didn't have enough writing skills to pull off anything of real substance, and the crossover ideas were more silly fanfic concepts than anything. I still have some of those early writings saved but they are very poor quality, but they still have some good ideas I pull from now and then.

In the middle of all this crossover musing, I felt really strongly about Mike/Pete, and at the time it was more of a surface level "they would look nice together and they are both weird" thing than whatever monster I created in my head now. I dunno exactly what pushed me in that direction. Me not being too invested in Towntrey at the time was probably to blame, as I was too busy shipping Roger with John. But I guess I unconsciously felt bad for Pete and wanted him to have someone he could bond with.

I also didn't have any Mike ships at the time, as I was hyperfixated in Jonestork and Micky was just the fun friend. So I just put them together for convenience. Oh, that was such a foolish mistake on my part and I had no idea.

=First Big Townsmith Idea:

OK, cool, now we've established this came from me not wanting them to be alone + they had some traits that matched. They are both tall, lanky weird guitar players who are a little too invested in their music to the point is a little strange to those around them.

And from that concept came the idea to write about Pete and Mike meeting by chance at a party, getting smashed and fucking. There wasn't much beyond that at the time, and because I didn't have the skills to pull off anything really that cool (I wanted them to be tripped out and whatnot, but lack of resources and knowledge at the time made this just some distant thought).

But that small seed was stuck in the back of my brain, waiting for when all things fell into place, I would be prepared.

The years passed, ships and fandoms came and went, and I became better at writing and better at expressing what I wanted through my fics. But I never really returned to Who or Monkees as strongly as I did when I was 19. I still listened to the music and whatnot, but for no reason in my mind I had put myself above RPF. No, I wouldn't go down that path again, I told myself for years and years...

Then last year happened and all of it went to shit.

Honestly I just doubled down on the RPF in ways my 19 year old self would never even dream of, and by digging through my old notes and ideas, I stumbled upon Pete/Mike again.

Now older and with more knowledge about both of them, in my head I was like "Yeah, they are fucking soulmates there's no way" and went back to the idea of them meeting and tripping and having no strings attached sex. But oh boy are there strings attached to this. Are there ever strings attached to this. But I think it was important to let you all know the basis where I built this on. It was a one-shot idea I had when I was like 19 and wanted to fill a ship gap. You can't make this shit up.

=Townsmith Makes Sense Chronologically And I Hate It:

It would be all funny and haha if I didn't start to expand on the original one-shot concept. I could just make it extremely anachronistic and just leave it at that. It's just a mindless smut one-shot, after all. But hey, if I have the tools now to research and make this make more sense chronologically (trust me the Internet was not like this when I was 19) why not use those tools?

So, I found that the ideal point for the one-shot. 1969. Pete just found himself being hailed as some kind of musical genius for coming up with Tommy, while Mike is struggling to keep himself interested in the Monkees concept in a post-Head climate. Mike was never the biggest fan of the Monkees as a concept, and by the time the movie rolled out his interest had waned considerably. He wanted to do his own stuff, he didn't want to be tied to this marketing stunt.

But hey, Mike's still under contract so for all intents and purposes, he has to keep up appearances.

And he heard about Pete. Everyone heard about him at this point. And Mike has to admit he's jealous. Pete had the type of creative freedom Mike could only dream of at the time. However, Mike is still Mike and he isn't about to be all in awe and amazed by some British musician that just "got lucky". In the initial concept, this all started off with Mike being very envious of Pete's position, but also thinking that Pete was also pulling publicity stunts of his own, why with the Who's whole live aggression and whatnot. And that notion just becomes more solidified in his mind when he meets Pete and he's... quiet. Almost shy even.

There's no way a guy like this is the same guy that is up there on stage. Maybe Mike was wrong and maybe music was all based on carefully curated personas.

The problem is, Pete is who he is. Yes his stage "persona" is not the exactly the same as his regular one, but right now he's in a post Mod mindset. He doesn't have to care for an image or a persona.

Mike still needs to hang on to that.

And when Mike meets Pete he is not impressed. Obviously. But he still wants to hear what Pete has to say. After all he did write Tommy and Mike is intrigued (and this plays out later, but let's not get ahead of ourselves).

So they drop acid and talk, as one does, and at first Mike has all the confidence in the world. Yeah sure this meek British man has some words on him. Beautiful, deep meaningful words, but his behavior is a far cry from the explosiveness Mike saw on the TV and such. He can handle Pete.

Mike so cannot handle Pete.

At the same time Mike is envious of Pete's position, there's some borderline envy on Pete's end. Oh, if only he could just let other people just think for him. Do all the heavy lifting of music creation on his behalf while he just stood there as an avatar. Sounded pretty ideal, and specially during Tommy where Pete was under tremendous creative stress, trying to do something that was similar yet different from things that came before.

Still though, Pete wouldn't give up his creative freedom for the sake of some stress relief. Even in the early mod era days, he was quick to seize creative control over things, and that's what I think is the most interesting aspect of them: they are both very intent on being in control of their creative endeavors, but Pete was blessed with the opportunity to be free to do what he wanted. Mike's creative freedom was quickly stripped from him when he joined the Monkees and since then it was an uphill struggle for any of them to get any of it back. A journey that had started almost two years prior with Headquarters.

But now the TV show was over, the movie had just been released and Mike found himself in this weird position where yes, he was still under a contract but... was he really? He could set off to do his own thing.

And this is where the strings get attached folks.

=A Much Needed Recap:

OK, so let's recap because that was disorienting: 1969 was a weird year for both Mike and Pete. Mike was in this weird place where he was still part of the Monkees but not really, and Pete was hailed as a visionary and saw his band become ridiculously successful almost overnight (like it or not, the Woodstock performance sure brought in the numbers).

Right now Mike's jealous of Pete's position, Pete is not jealous of Mike's position but he would appreciate having someone thinking on his behalf here and there. And when they meet Mike has this "Mike" mindset where he's by default better than Pete. It doesn't matter what Pete's achievements are, he's still gonna be better because that's just how Mike's brain works.

Pete on the other hand is just kinda glad to have someone to talk that's on the same wavelength as him. He loves his bandmates to death, but sometimes Pete feels like everything he's saying is just going over their heads. He doesn't feel like that when talking to Mike.

((Now is a good time as any to mention that while I'm trying to center this around the original first meeting one-shot concept, there are other angles to them meeting for the first time, but let's stick to one continuity for the sake of this post and your sanity. If you are dying to know you can just send me an ask and I'll talk about it.))

So yeah, Pete feels that he can just say things to Mike, and Mike will get it, which doesn't sound like a lot but for someone who's mind is so full like Pete having someone understand is a fucking gift. And sure maybe they are just a little more "attuned" because they are tripping together, but Pete feels that even if they weren't Mike would get it.

And sure Mike may not understand like half of what Pete's saying, but he'll still fake it 'till he makes it. Mike doesn't care this is Pete Townshend, he'll not be seen as dumber or inferior in any way.

And I think that's one of the most compelling aspects of them, is they they bond mentally way before physicality is even taken into consideration. But the physicality is taken into consideration for sure because lest we forget, this was born under the premise of a horny one-shot. And Mike would be a liar if he said he didn't find Pete's strange looks kind of... fetching in their own unique way.

Maybe because Mike doesn't think he's conveniently attractive either (doesn't help he had to go up against fucking Davy Jones and Peter Tork, and Micky's energy alone made him irresistible) he finds some manner of solace on Pete who's also weird looking, but it's more that Mike was against some stiff competition and less that he isn't good looking. And hello, Pete can totally tell he looks good, and that his accent is pretty damn charming.

=Physical Attraction? In My Conceptual Sex?

OK since I am here I have to talk about them being attracted to each other on a physical level too because heck, they are only human.

Pete likes Mike's accent and the way he talks. He thinks Mike's Texan accent is very charming and kinda hot a bit, maybe. Pete isn't very used to this type of accent very much so it gets to him real easily.

Mike also likes Pete's accent but because he's so soothing and mild when he talks. Mike had to live with the day by day life of being next to Davy Jones of all people so his opinion on British people and their accents soured a bit (no shade to Davy, I love the lil' guy but he's just so overbearing sometimes akjfgakjfg). But Pete changed that idea.

Also, also, Mike being in love with Pete's gorgeous electric blue eyes because of course Pete's blue eyes are a factor why wouldn't they be a factor in a Pete ship like c'mon! And don't even get me started on Mike going bananas about Pete calling him by his full name, which is very much A Thing for this ship like there's a whole different weight when Pete says "Mike" and when he says "Michael" and anyone familiar enough with Pete (specially '69 Pete) could tell you that.

But yeah, it starts off with Mike trying to one-up Pete when he has no idea what he's going up against, but somewhere along the way they end up finding common ground, make out and while they don't want to make it A Thing (they don't want this to be a relationship they literally just met and dropped acid and fucked this is not basis for any solid relationship) there's no denying that they have this very serious connection going on, so they decide to keep some degree of contact after their meeting. You know, just in case.

That is of course until they find themselves calling each other on a regular basis, and Mike sharing music stuff with Pete, and finding it in himself that yeah, he can also just do his own thing, fuck you.

And look I'm not saying that Mike's sudden creative burst with the First National Band was influenced by him having mind blowing sex with Pete Townshend while high off his mind and bonding with him and sharing creative ideas with him, but I am saying that the first two National Band albums were released in '70 and Tengo Amore is there so I rest my case.

=Only I Do Not Rest My Case Because The Prison Exists

I promise you all this is the last section of this!

So they remain A Thing. Pete and Mike are sharing creative thoughts over letters and phone calls, and having nasty (yet somehow still very soft) sex when either of them has like a second to spare from their daily lives to fly over and visit.

Because now Mike's trying to make up for lost time and release every song he didn't release for the past like three-four years in one-two and Pete's influence just fuels that fire. And Pete is now expected to live up to Tommy's expectations so it's not like he has time to spare either but Mike's excitement and different approach to music is refreshing and a much needed respite during Pete's creative process.

Mike hears Pete talk about the concept of Quadrophenia, and Mike becomes enamored with the idea of a narrative told through music. Sure when he heard of/listened to Tommy it was already an idea in the back of his mind, but it wasn't like he could just do something like that.

But now it's '72-'73 and all bets are off.

Pete is glad that he has someone to talk to about the more intricate concepts of music making, but he's also excited when he hears from Mike that he wants to pursue something similar. Mike knows that whatever he does is not going to compare to whatever Pete's doing. Pete had years to prepare for this. Mike is just now given this big freedom so he's just doing stuff and hoping something will stick.

Is Mike still jealous of Pete? Maybe, but at this point it has become more friendly rivalry than anything. (look Mike finally learned he doesn't need to be top dog in every little thing to be worthy of value)

Mike still goes through with it, the success of Quad emboldening him to keep going. There's clearly a market for whatever Pete's doing and Mike finds it refreshing and reassuring.

Then '74 rolls out and The Prison comes out (and honestly, in my eyes it's one of Mike's finest works, I'm always blown away by how good it is, and honestly I always forget this album is 70's because it sounds so much more "modern" and I don't know how to explain it).

Pete is excited to hear about it when it comes out (Mike was sure to call him the day before the release so he wouldn't forget!!!) and from them on they just keep in touch. They aren't dating (at least not in this timeline of this ship) but they sure as hell have a connection that they maintain throughout the years.

So yeah chronologically speaking this all somehow makes sense, isn't that weird?

#the who #the monkees #mike nesmith #pete townshend #I tried to explain this the best way I can for both Monkees people who know nothing about Who #and Who people who know nothing about Monkees #but it's very hard to explain unless you've been consuming those two bands simultaneously like me #with the same intensity #townsmith #I'll make that a tag sure

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Blue Lock Thoughts(tm) Post

So I read Blue Lock up to the U-20 match and let me just say that having a lot of thoughts about it is an understatement. These are not Smart(tm) thoughts at all, just me screaming into the void. I'll mostly be talking abt third selection up to U-20 match so spoilers for up to ch 148!!

Chigiri and Kunigami

MY SHIP... The third selection truly made them so Spicy. They could've been the dynamic duo that perseveres together all the way through the selection, but they got separated and Kunigami didn't even make it PAST the third selection, at least, not in the normal way. I was upset at the reveal (I was very embarrassingly yelling to my friend in voice chat while reading) because I missed their banter. But now that I think about it, we now have the knight/hero rising up from the ashes to meet his princess again and I'm now so glad this was the outcome. As my friend so eloquently put it, it's super cool that Blue Lock isn't afraid to separate their duos. Which brings me to the next duo...

2. Reo and Nagi

Reo's separation from Nagi is honestly the best thing to happen to both of their characters. Reo didn't really interest me as a character until Nagi left him and he was all gunning for revenge. I thought they were going for some sort of villain arc with him, but what they did was SO much better. Yes, Reo was understandably bitter for some time, but he changed stances and saw it from a different point of view really quickly. We literally watched him go through the 5 stages of grief.

And then come back stronger after his acceptance. Even finding a crazy ability to call his own.

And he OWNS it too. That moment when Shidou made fun of him for being a copy-cat, he DOUBLED DOWN ON IT and taunted him for not even being able to beat a copy-cat. Now that's the ultimate power move.

My favorite favorite FAVORITE thing is... he is still a duo with Nagi. They still sync perfectly well. They still know each other the best. Reo turned his spite on its head and came back to Nagi at full force.

What can I say except NAGIREO REAL!!!!! OK next point.

3. Bachira & Isagi

Honestly, I kinda didn't expect Bachira and Isagi to develop almost like a parallel to Nagi and Reo. I love how Bachira is portrayed. He obviously has some mental disorder (I'm guessing ASD or adjacent) and the way it's portrayed as a monster which Bachira eventually hones into his own... At first he just wanted friends, he wanted people who play just like him, to accept him as he is and that was what Isagi was to him. But in the end having others accepting him wasn't enough. He had to accept HIMSELF, his monster. And because of that he came in SEVENTH after the third selection!!!

Honestly, it was one of the most satisfying character development moments.

And again, after that, his and Isagi's duo play just comes out stronger.

Just Dynamic Duo Things.

3. Barou and Rin

I put these two together because they feel like the ultimate sports trope subversion. It's almost BLASPHEMOUS how they essentially become the egotistical "villains" of the field.

I love Barou as a character too, he is SO GAP MOE. Who would've thought that he was a malewife that was obsessed with keeping things neat? I want to destroy his ass. Ahem.

Anyway, Rin. He literally went fucking BONKERS at the idea that he has a team behind him. HE WANTS IT ALL TO HIMSELF.

THIS SHIT WOULD LITERALLY NEVER FLY IN A NORMAL SPORTS STORY. Which brings me to my favorite thing about Blue Lock

4. It is simultaneously a love letter AND a blasphemy to the sports genre.

I had a Kuroko no Basket phase years ago and I KNOW a KnB inspired story when I see one. Of course there's references and concepts that Blue Lock obviously borrowed from KnB. I could easily list all of them like the concept of "Flow" that is totally not KnB's "zone", the copy guy, the "emperor style", Aryuu Juubei who is totally not a homage to Murasakibara... References and concepts are easy to insert into any story. The important part is the Utter Unhingedness. They took KnB's barely believable superpowers and high school drama and all these high stakes that are totally just made up in the characters heads... and turned it up to 11.

KnB was a level of "skirting the boundary of what's humanly possible" that is still acceptable. Yeah, people thought it was insane and were laughing about it, but it didn't really have "haters". It's still just regular sports. But Blue Lock said fuck that, they're going to be straight up CONTROVERSIAL. There's no point if it doesn't have passionate haters. This isn't sports as you know it. And I respect that so much honestly. (If you've been on anitwt recently, you'll know that fans of conventional sports stories DESPISE Blue Lock).

I think with the sports genre becoming this Big Thing(tm) and the market somewhat becoming saturated over the years, this kind of blasphemy is exactly what the genre needs right now.

Speaking of blasphemy...

5. Itoshi Sae vs. Itoshi Rin

I love the whole angel vs demon thing going on with them. I love Sae's beautiful perfection and Rin's feral animal-like approach

(short digression, as a STEM major nerd I fucking LOVE the numbers in the visualization of Sae's abilities. I'm betting that it's the golden ratio because you won't get a number more perfect anywhere else!!)

I love their entire silent sequence against each other. No dialogue, no SFX. They were silently communicating with their bodies and with their eyes the way only brothers could. In a way, this is brotherly bonding :D

I love that Rin, and the Blue Lock team, is painted as the "villains" of the sports scene. And they won against U-20, the "heroes". They changed sports forever.

6. The unseriousness of it all (my lovehate letter to Isagi Yoichi)

In the end this is a manga about SOCCER. The characters take it WAY too seriously because they're dumbasses who literally only have soccer in their brains. It's honestly hilarious at times. But damn, if I'm not invested in this unreal, unserious, BFFR shit!!! Every time Isagi realizes something that is common sense (like when he "discovered" that luck also plays a part in games) I die a little bit inside.

BOY YOU ARE STUPID AND DRAMATIC AND GAY AND I LOVE YOU. Blue Lock would not be the same if Isagi wasn't the protagonist. If you think about it, every insane visualization of everyone's abilities is how ISAGI sees their abilities. This shit we are seeing, all the puzzle pieces, the fire, the thunder... is all in Isagi's head. And once he gets out of the game, he's literally just an awkward high school boy.

I guess he can be cute sometimes.

8. (For now) I don't think Blue Lock will end the way Ego says it will. (A love letter to Ego)

Muneyuki Kaneshiro you did it again. If you haven't read his other work, Kamisama no Iutoori and Kamisama no Iutoori ni, please do so. Having read those, I'm half-convinced that he'll pull an Akashi on us and give Isagi a canon love interest by the end AHAHA.

Digression aside, Ego said that by the end, there will be 1 striker to stand above all 299 "corpses" as he so elegantly put it. But I honestly don't think that'd happen. I have no basis for this other than the fact that it would just feel WRONG to end it like that. They wanted the sport to evolve by "creating soccer from zero", playing different positions with the ego of a striker. Honestly, I wouldn't see the point in all that when there's only 1 striker to survive in the end, you feel me?

Ego may have only said that to rile the boys up. He's playing the role of the ultimate "villain" for the boys to conquer. Now that's a very questionable approach to coaching but it sure fucking works!!! I really really love it.

And he KNOWS his methods are questionable at best, enough to get him banned from the world of soccer forever. He didn't care about himself if it meant these boys will evolve and play the ultimate soccer.

He really knows how to cultivate the perfect little "villains". Sure, it involved literally isolating them from the outside world in what is the equivalent of Soccer Jail, but you gotta do what you gotta do! :D

Honestly my wishful thinking is they end up with 11 top Blue Lock players (maybe a few more for the bench) and they get to compete internationally or something. Go beyond the scope and scale of regular sports manga... But I guess I'll just have to see what happens next!

OK. Alright. I think I'm done now. If you read this all, thank you for coming to my TED Talk!!!!

#blue lock #long post #bllk #i hate you isagi (affectionate)

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quincyhorst · 9 months

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Headcanon Potpurri, Red Matador: THE JOCKS + Fermin

A.k.a most normal Monster Energy consumers 🙄

I just realized, but by posting this, both of the main "HC series" on this blog so far (This one and Gareth's story) are just one post away to be finished. Pretty perfect coincidence, given WWC Spain vs England is tomorrow. Maybe the result will determine whose series ends first 👀

Anyways... I'll confess right away and say that these 4 consumed my brain the most out of the team; so they get the most HCs from me. Get ready. This will be fun.

First off, JOCK JUMPSCARE 😱

Ignore Toni, he's actually chill

Ok, now onto the actual headcanons:

Querardo is from Navarre (Around Tudela), and so does Samuel (His dub profile confirms he's from Pamplona/Iruña). They actually met thanks to their respective fathers, both with a close bond. In fact, Samu's father was the assistant (named "mozo de espadas" in the bullfighting world) of Querardo's father for a while, at least until they parted ways and found their respective wives. Pretty much every July, in time for the San Fermín festival, the Naval and the Mayo reunite and celebrate together.

They might not share schools, but Querardo and Samuel have a very close friendship and they enjoy every meeting as best they can. They also played together for the Spanish Community Cup, in which they were the key players that led Navarre to the trophy.

Like mentioned before, Querardo's father is a famous matador from Seville, but his mother is just another worker at the farm her family owns. Having a cozy home inbetween the wilderness, she at least had a place to raise her son at. And yes, Querardo was pretty much raised alongside mother nature :')

Samuel's parents have pretty normal lives, and I guess their son too. However, upon some years ago, his father had an almost fatal injury that left him incapacitated, only being able to move in a wheelchair. Said injury's origin is attributed to a running of the bulls, a simple incident. Or so it seems.

Meanwhile, as for Davi... His fathers are huge fans of soccer like him, but messier. His father is a Barcelona Orb fan, his mother a Gran Madrid fan. They act surprisingly peaceful when a VS happens, BUT their discussions get heated whenever they talk about what team will their son join in the future. They are perhaps TOO supportive for his own good.

...Truth is, Davi just wants to keep his options open, man. Hell, he isn't even of a particular team. He likes all teams, and all he wants is to support local talent no matter the colors. As long as it is from ESPAÑITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

...Yeah, Davi is very passionate about spanish soccer as a whole. VERY. And inspired by his japanese profile, he is very openly competitive with the other countries. I don't think he's either a good winner or loser unfortunately

He's from Madrid, so his bond isn't as deep as Samuel + Querardo's at first glance. However even before the FFI started, Davi bonded well with the field forward and so with the captain, to the point he was quickly integrated into the group when Redomata was formed.

Alternatively it would be cute if he met them from before BUUUUUT. Not sure yet.

However like on previous potpurri, him belonging there doesn't stop him with intereacting with others; in fact he's quite more sociable than the other SS Trio members (That's saying a lot).

Davi gets the best with the midfielders, mainly because of Joan and his easy-going atitude. Pedro and Igor are quite stupid at times but the forward doesn't like being rude with them, given they remind him of his little sister. And Mikel, uh...

Yeah, it's time to talk about something I owed here. Unfortunately as the FFI progresses, Davi starts to notice that despite being a main field player, unfortunately his skill level wasn't the best, or at least nor the required one for the exigences of RM's rivals. With each match, Davi started to be more and more exigent with himself, wishing to be at other's levels. But the fact that barely anything came from this left him pretty resentful. And for a while, that resentment manifested in envy on those who were better than him. Mikel being one of those, unfortunately. So, he became pretty competitive with his teammates as well, but to such an extent it was getting quite frustrating for them too. And yes, this also added to the SS rivarly with Los Bellos. Oops.

...At least Brockenborg was the perfect slap in the face for him, making him accept his imperfections and seek a better future instead.

Being fair the whole trio went throught the most during the whole tournament, and with a reason (?)

And now, about the final member... Fermín is Querardo's cousin, the keeper's father being the younger brother of Victória Gartzia. When their child was born, he insisted to do all the required paperwork to make Fer carry his mother's surname first. And with a reason, she's literally a worldwide karate star.

Unfortunately, the relationship between cousins isn't the best, since since childhood Querardo would always pick on Fer by his huge appearance, and things got slightly worse by him choosing to style himself after a bull. Yeah, the matador jokes are endless when these two are together.

Fer has tried all he could to ignore that, but there's some truth hidden to it: Unlike a huge chunk of his family, he's actually VERY uncomfortable with bullfighting. But he feels often nervous of speaking out in front of his fanatic father, his equally as passionate uncle, AND his matador-on-training cousin. Yes, he is taller and even looks as old as any of the adults, but at the end of the day Fermín is still a 15 year old teen. And a pretty misunderstood one.

This is why when the FFI happened, Fer's spot on Querardo's circle was replaced by Davi soon enough. With him joining on the middle of the FFI he's often pursued by this group, but he'd rather keep his distance for now. Then again, out of the three he only has a good relationship with Samuel. They respect -and understand- each other.

Fer is still unsure how to feel about his other teammates, but he's glad the defenders seem to care about him. Rafael in particular wants him to join in their group the same way he does with Juan. Plus... They are technically the only RM players who do interact outside of a hissatsu, y'know...

His most peculiar relationship is with... Laudelino however, since for some reason he calls him his "Sancho Panza" and wants to bring him to his adventures. Fer does NOT share his way of thinking at all, so its messy.

Overall, maybe Liocott is the perfect spot for both cousins to talk out things better... Maybe. If they don't try to kill each other during the tournament, first of all (?

If you came to the end, thank you, here's a meme for you <3

#hc:ina11 #red matador #querardo naval #samuel mayo #david peroqui #fermín sánchez #I hate them (affecionate)#KASKDÑFDJK #Btw with “dynamic” on said meme I refer as *my* dynamic with them #...I'm so sorry; but... I genuinely cannot see neither of them as 100% good people at all #Samuel (At least in the manga) is horribly unhinged and I've spoken already about Davi #Querardo is the better of the three imo (I mean; look at his final convo with Endou) but even then something about him rubs me the wrong wa #I'm sure he has some sort of bad side too. If he regrets his actions or not; that's another story #Meanwhile about Fer.... its complicated :(#OC:Naval Family

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the-fandom-qu33n · 10 months

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Chapter 2____To Strike A Match

(UF Sans/Reader)

Rated M...violence, profanity and much else soon to come

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summary

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burnt out sick of the recurring timeline everything is starting to break him down little by little... day after day drink after drink he needed something different a smoke would be good... just needed a...light?

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Shrugging off the firemonster's very noticeable resentment, red had relaxed into his seat chugging down the first bottle of mustard without a care in the world.

Grillby crackled in rage before sighing returning to cleaning an already clean and steam polished glass...anything to distract himself from the rage educing skeleton before him...

A curious frazzled y/n sitting on the floor of the breakroom confused on what had just happened and why it had...

And a bar filled with monsters who just didn't give a fuck.

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Did...he just throw her into the break room?

he has never done something like that before...

His flames had crackled loudly and burned brightly giving off small sparks into the air almost as if he was scared...Grillby scared?? that isn't normal.

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Sighing to yourself you got up

dusting your clothes off singeing any dust on you with a quick *POOF*

looking through the doors crack

you perked up seeing a new monster talking with Grillby. He looked interesting to put it simply... a ragged looking monster... you hadn't seen this species before!

flickering in intrigue and turning into a slightly lighter hue you continued to watch the exchange unable to hear a single word behind the door, but happy non the less to watch...to see something new.He had smiled to Grillby so he must be friendly!

its strange to you...you had never seen him before..

living in Snowdin your whole life and not once seeing this monster was odd...maybe he was from Hotland? Was it a new species? are they new to Snowdin? how did Grillby and the others around seem to know them and you didn't? so many questions unanswered as they ran through your head as fast as your flames flickered.

sighing in yet even more confusion you sat down at a proper seat on the breakroom table going back to your tablet.

""Questions were always better to hold down till they faded away...""

you muttered trying to clear your head enough to focus on your tablet but not a single word from your book was able to be processed as the questions kept resurfacing in your mind...

maybe Grillby was right questions lead to problems and you didn't want a problem

...he said any question held in would be forgotten eventually.

if so then...why wasn't it working??

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the bar was silent as he strode in

winking to a monsters smirking when one giggled in response...

ah he loved this place...good drinks sexy monsters and good quality music.but today wasn't any more special than it always had been years ago...the same days repeating every timeline...the human would fall in a few days and he wanted to be completely wasted until that dreadful day came...again.to everyone he was as he always was...a monster not to mess with and he was ok with that....less monsters to deal with the better...he didn't tolerate much...not anymore...if the timeline resets the same as everything ever has been he doesn't have to get close to anyone...they'll all forget about how he treated them in the long run...like they always did. But that was fine ..less effort to be put out on his part...he always liked doing the bare minimum...a new way to be lazier? how could he say no to that ?

Grillby greeted him the same as everyday with a loving scowl...ah how nice.Grillby's hatred for him always made his grin sharper and his ego inflate just a slight bit more...it was always funny watching the fire monster swirl and flicker in annoyance to every single thing he did...

...it was entertainment

and it was damn good entertainment.

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Grillby really needed to get this monster out of his bar and quickly...he could practically feel your curiosity seeping out from behind the door he held shut.

But the damned monster seemed to know he was in a hurry and took his sweet time still nursing on the first bottle of mustard he had given him while side glancing to him as he seemingly grinner wider slowing down even more. this fucker was teasing him...eye twitching he kept his composure.

and to top it all off monsters around the bar were starting to rile up at his presence alone...

Everyone in the underground hated this skeleton...even his brother seemed to...

if this dead beat wasn't related to the captain of the royal guard he was sure this bastard would have been long dusted...

if only papyrus had fallen in ranks in for a short period of time...but papyrus WAS a powerful boss monster...Grillby had respect for the tall skeleton however.

He held his own and sadly held Red's to...

why he wondered...why did papyrus let this...leach of a monster cling to him?why let the weak hide in the shadow of your power?

The underground was designed to weed out the weak.

Why fight what was natural??

he had never once seen red in an intense battle...it was always petty squables.....like Childs play...nothing like the real underground...and this bastard knew he was lucky.. flaunting his bony ass to the REAL boss monsters knowing no matter how much he pushed them...because of papyrus, they could do nothing to him without getting dusted themselves.

It was either a swift dusting by the law...or Papyrus getting to you first...and if he did...there was no doubt your dusting would be slow and meticulous.

Grillby shuddered at the thoughts of the past events Papyrus had done to other patrons...infront of him no less thankfully never when y/n was here..

From dismemberment..to suffocation..to beheadings even as ruthless as slow electrocution

and so much else...he couldn't even stomach to try to remember making his flames crackle and swirl in a sick manner

all of it......all leading to dust ...in his poor bar...

and red KNEW he couldn't be touched.

oh how much he hated this monster...

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if you took the time to read this i appreciate it...

#sans the skeleton #sans au #sans #underfell #underfell fanfiction #sans underfell #undertale aus #fell sans #fell #fellbros #Uf Grillby #sans x reader #sans x y/n #daddy's got a gun/baby better run #possible smut #fell sans x reader

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daenqyu · 3 years

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— they walk in on their crush changing

includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki

warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing

a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )

bakugou katsuki:

listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all

but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye

he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too

so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone

and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled

although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa

“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing

after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device

“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits

and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear

bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert

so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him

“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake”

you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state

you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it

“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”

oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself

but he knows you’re still in your underwear

and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man

seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him

he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this

“just shut up and get dressed”

“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”

“put. something. on”

his tone annoys you

who the hell is he to tell you what to do?

“and what if i don’t want to?”

you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago

his patience is running out

and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?

if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out

but it’s you, his crush

you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush

“okay i'm dressed”

a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure

you’re wearing his shirt

it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you

bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight

why are you so pretty?

“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”

you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on

normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed

“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”

“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”

he nods and you frown at his actions

sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks rather…shy?

you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about

“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”

he groans when you say that

anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall

your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks

he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own

“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”

well he’s not wrong soooo

you end up kissing after that✨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

kirishima eijirou:

oh boy, this poor baby

he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty

ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima

because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment

and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done

but you wouldn’t answer his texts

spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute

anyways,,

he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door

it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in

you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima

“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”

his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do

so you stay frozen in your place

kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-

he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes

“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”

“kirishima,”

he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name

“yeah?”

“calm down”

after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild

you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass

but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin

he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis

meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon

he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up

you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder

“you can look now, kiri”

even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements

he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do

kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor

“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”

“kiri, i’m not mad at you”

“you’re not?”

“of course not, i know it was an accident”

well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset

“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”

it was a joke

supposed to be

but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets

a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that

“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you

he really is so sweet

he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him

how could you not be in love with him?

“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”

he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content

you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek

of course he blushes again

he’ll never get tired of your cuteness

or you in general

but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug

“the view was really nice by the way”

“kirishima!”

“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”

“you’re so stupid”

“stupidly in love with you that is”

he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that

and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed

yup, he’s head over heels for you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

todoroki shouto:

out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it

sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not

but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it

simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two

so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would

you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together

and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you

unlike the other first years,

todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response

because he has manners, period.

“come on in!”

you said it was okay to come in

so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????

he wastes no time in closing his eyes

refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching

“um y/n?”

“yes?”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up

was this amusing to you?

because he was seconds away from having a heart attack

however he doesn’t show it

instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin

key word: trying

because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane

he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that

but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???

“why do you have your eyes closed?”

“are you done changing”

“yeah”

when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix

now fully dressed

he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you

and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth

but he’s not

he’s actually almost completely stiff

and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches

you frown at his reaction

“are you okay?”

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“because you’re acting weird”

“am not”

“you are”

the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out

the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away

“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”

cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room

“i’m not embarrassed”

“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”

he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed

he’s so shy and cute🥺

“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”

your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said

except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally

the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt

“w-what are you doing?!”

“you said we need to be tied”

“todoroki, that was a joke!”

the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him

he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you

“now who’s being shy?”

“i- shut up and watch the movie”

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

he would die

not literally duh

but he’d want to disappear right then and there

you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?

well yeah he’s like that

except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is

he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot

he literally just feels like he committed a crime

and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”

but he’s just upset with himself

you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework

and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help

so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you

even tho they’re not dates at all

but still

he loves them

especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you

and he does

because you deserve it

you work so hard and he admires you for that

ok BAcK to the point,,,

(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)

here’s the deal

midoriya knocks on your door right?

but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out

so he lets himself in

tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him

you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices

the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror

and you’re not wearing a bra

he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him

“izuku? what are you-”

“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”

“oh my god dude, would you relax?”

you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie

he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???

“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”

“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways

you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit

“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”

“b-but how are you so...calm?”

“uhh because i don’t really care?”

he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that

is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,

he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?

“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”

he almost stops breathing

maybe he did for a few seconds

he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression

is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?

he doesn’t k n o w

neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze

“and i like you so it’s okay”

midoriya.exe has stopped working

someone PLEASE calm this boy down

he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness

“you do?!”

“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study

or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen

but that’s besides the point

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

tamaki amajiki:

sweet little baby

he faints :D

no but seriously

he does.

are we surprised?

nope, not at all

he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,

but after he saw you half naked?!

yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki

his body shuts down because he cannot handle it

nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school

which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything

of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no

he’s too shy

and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?

he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen

but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it

then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk

now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door

much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response

which he receives quickly

“who is it?”

“tamaki”

“ahh tama, let yourself in!”

he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door

he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something

but then he sees you

you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie

and then you jump to try and get it on

and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a b r a

long story short,

he falls to the floor :D

the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor

“shit, tama are you okay?”

it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again

he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling

when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed

but you're nowhere to be seen

“thank god you’re awake”

your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap

“you really worried me!”

cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering

“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”

you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”

he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks

you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment

you smile down at him

“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”

“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”

butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words

“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”

he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers

which makes his heart speed up

“are you okay?”

his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever

“i am now”

he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better

“i’m glad”

“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”

and who is he to deny such request?

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an-angel-in-the-garden · 3 years

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Hi hi ~ I return yet again to request from u instead of doing my own work~ ok ok so hear me out grimmjow Ulquiorra and hitsugaya being surprised by a kiss on the cheek whether their already dating or not is up to u I just think it would be so cute~~~~(◕ܫ◕✿)

Welcome back dear birdie you really need to start on your work hun! Still real happy to see Ulquiorra on this list! This was super cute and fun to write also love the face looks like it should be a rabbit or a bear both are nice. Hope you like this mixed bag of fluff and maybe spoilers? idk

Grimmjow

Being close to Grimmjow is a bumpy ride everyone knows that but dating him is an ever crazier ride one I'm lucky enough to experience. We haven't been dating for long it's been only a month since he more or less demanded we go out, really it had seemed like a dream but here we are on a date in the human walking hand in hand through the streets. " Why did ya even want to come here". He pulls me closer to his side wrapping his arm fully around my waist as we walk. " I thought it would be a fun date we can even watch the fireworks before we have to go back!" I point up to the hill near us he just chuckles grinning a but as he leads us to it. The view was amazing much pretty then anything we normally see in Hueco Mundo and as the fireworks start up I cant help but look on in awe. " Thank you for agreeing to come here Grimm" I lay my head against him " Course I mean I like when you smile and this was something I could make happen so..ya know why not.." He looks off it clear he's blushing red the tips of his ears a nice pink I cant stop the giggle that escapes and before I can even think about I lean up and kiss his cheek. Grimmjow tenses for only a moment before I feel his lips touch my head the silence drifting over us as I say wrapped in his arms.

Ulquiorra

Its never easy talking with Ulquiorra no matter how many times I've done it. The funny thing about it is that I'm not nervous or worried when we speak it more like I never know what to say he just so hard to read I cant help but wonder if he's even listening half the time. Today was one of those days with just the two of us left in the meeting the room lord Aizen had disbanded it almost an hour ago though I had stayed in hopes of getting a littler more work done and Ulquiorra for some reason had come back to sit with me. " Do you intend to stay here all night." his voice cuts throughs the quite" Oh, hmm no sorry I'll be going soon." I hum placing the papers in a nice stack before standing up. Ulquiorra nods also standing and wal. king around the table I at him tilting my head as I wait for him to speak. He holds his hand out waiting for me to take what he's offered. Resting in the palm of his hand sat a jade ring though the jewel was large and smooth the band itself was a soft champagne color simple yet so beautiful. " Is that for me" I was stunned looking at the ring my eyes darting up to his " Who else would it be for besides weren't you the one who said you wanted one' Wait you were actually listening to me when I said that! " I always listen when you speak Y/n and I believe you even said you wanted one because it matched my eyes..yes?" His voice had a teasing edge to it and I wasn't sure what to do. My face heated up and I couldn't look at his face I reached out grabbing the ring from his hand and kissing his cheek" Thank you lets talk again later"! I rushed off leaving behind as slowly flushing Ulquiorra.

Hitsugaya

Hitsugaya isn't someone you would think of when when you hear the word affectionate he just seems to closed off for it. I can say however with full confidence that the word suits him wonderfully. Its one of my favorite things getting to come home after a hard day to Hitsugaya already waiting tea brewed and bed ready for soft intimacy. The best part of it however is just how easy it still is to make him blush three years together and one might think something as small as a kiss to the cheek would be nothing but not for Hitsugaya. The evening draws on just the two of us cuddled together in blissful silence his arms keeping me close and pleasantly cool. The steady pulsing of his reishi helping me wind down from the day, pushing my body up slightly I lean over pressing a gentle small kiss to his cheek before settling back down his face is already turning red." I love you Tōshirō" A glance up shows my a now flaming face his smile now more present then before. " I love you as well Y/n" A kiss to the forehead and his arms tightening around me I let myself drift.

Yay I hope you all enjoyed I had so much fun with this and I really want to write more for the bleach fandom! Thank you for reading-Lilly

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islesnucks · 3 years

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NOT SO COINCIDENTALLY - TLYER SEGUIN X READER

this used to be a fic for another player that i do not write for anymore, i didn’t know if i should delete it or what but so many people suggested reusing it for another player that i said whatever fuck it i loved writing this and put work into it it wont just go to waste

so if you’re reading it and think mmmm i’ve already read this is because you probably did but with another player lol

anyway hope you enjoy this new version, i made some minor changes

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: make out (?)

Summary: Tyler confesses your meet cute may not have been so much of a coincidence as you thought

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Tyler was laying on the couch, head resting comfortably in your lap. There was some comedy movie playing on the TV, or maybe it was a drama? He was too focused on you to even know. Whatever you were watching was just background noise for him as he relaxed under your touch, your fingers running through his hair, gently scraping his scalp like you knew he loved.

“You’re missing the movie.” you said teasingly. You could feel his eyes on you the whole time, not that he was trying to hide it at all.

He let out a chuckle and then raised his arm, his hand sneaking to the back of your neck pulling you down to him. A smile appeared on your face matching his as you leaned down to connect your lips on a sweet kiss. You would never get tired of that feeling, it was always like the first time. His lips were warm against yours, tasting the coffee you had enjoyed minutes ago. You gave him a final peck and pulled away.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked going back to massaging his scalp. He had been quiet for a while, something really strange for him even if you were after all watching a movie.

“I have something to confess.” he said and quickly corrected himself when he saw your worried expression. “No, no. It’s good I promise. Well I think it’s good, depends on your reaction”

He lifted himself from your lap and sat next to you, facing you. You shifted on the couch to face him too and he took your hands in his, something he’d do whenever either of you were nervous.

“Is this when you tell me this was a bet all along but you eventually fell in love with me and want me to forgive you?” you tried to joke but he knew you, he could sense the concern in your voice even when you tried to play it cool.

“First of all you watch too many movies. Secondly, relax.” He squeezed your hand on a reassuring manner and his tender gaze was enough to calm you down. It was Tyler after all, your Tyler, he’d never do anything to hurt you.

“Can you just tell me so I can stop freaking out?”

“Ok, ok. Remember how we met?” he asked and you nodded unsure where he was going.

“Yeah, at the park when Gerry came running to me.” you said remembering that afternoon almost a year ago as you looked at the Gerry and Cash sound asleep cuddling in Cash’s bed not too far from you.

It was a meet cute right out of a movie. You were new in the city and decided to go for a walk to the park near your apartment, something you had been doing quite often since it was really the only place you knew and it helped you unwind from the stress of the moving.

You were walking down the gravel path when you saw a dog running your way, followed by a really cute guy shouting what you presumed was his name with another two dogs by his side. Thinking he had probably escaped his leash, you kneeled down and brought your arms to pet him so he’d stop running.

“Hey buddy.” you said to the labrador who was already reaching to lick you making you laugh.

“I’m so sorry, he normally doesn’t break loose like that.” He crouched next to you and now that you had him closer you were sure he was even cuter than you thought.

“Oh don’t worry. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Tyler.” he replied accompanied by his best smile. “And this are Gerry, Cash and Marshall.” He gestured to the three dogs that were already throwing themselves at you, fighting for your attention.

“A pleasure to meet you.” you said to the dogs, moving so you could pet all three of them. Tyler watched the sweet interaction and an idea came to his mind.

“Wanna join us for a walk?”

“I’d love to.” you answered, maybe a little too quickly.

That time you didn't walk around the park alone for a change, this time you were accompanied by a cute stranger and his two dogs. You spent the rest of the afternoon walking and talking, it felt strange to have someone to talk to. The moment you told Tyler you were new in town he saw his opportunity to ask you for your number with the excuse of showing you around the city. And so he did.

He texted you as soon as he got home. Next day he was already taking you to some of his favorite places and you had a wonderful time, for the first time you didn’t miss home so much. Then he took you to places he liked. Then to places he knew. And when he ran out of “new” places to take you to he decided it was time to actually ask you on a real date, to which you instantly said yes, almost too quickly again. So you went on a date, two, three. Soon enough he was introducing you to his friends and taking you to his games. Dallas started feeling like home, Tyler felt like home. And that’s how the cute stranger from the park with three dogs became your boyfriend.

“Well things may have been a little different that you thought.” Tyler’s voice brought you back to reality.

“What do you mean?” You looked at him confused.

“When Gerry went up to you, it wasn't because he suddenly decided to run away. I may have thrown his favorite toy your way …”

“No you didn’t.” You brought your hands to cover your mouth, trying to hide the smile as you realized what had happened.

“I did. I had seen you the last couple days at the park and I didn’t know how to approach you without looking like a creep so...” Tyler blushed and that only made your smile grow. Seeing him embarrassed was not something that happened often, you were really enjoying it.

“So you used your dog as bait?” you finished his sentence teasingly.

“Kind of.” he replied, raising his eyebrows.

“That’s low Seguin.”

“I mean I’d say it was brilliant.” he said, his usual witty tone coming back.

“Shut up.” you said rolling your eyes as you leaned in to give him what was supposed to be a playful peck on the lips, but Tyler had other plans.

The moment your lips touched him he started leaning more and more. You giggled into the kiss, already knowing where he was going. He moved so that you were laying on our back on the couch with him hovering over you, resting his weight on his forearm placed next to your head. His other hand grabbed you by the waist as yours met behind his neck, pulling him closer.

Tyler was about to go down your neck, already thinking about kissing that one spot under your ear just so he could hear one of his favorite sounds, that deep hum you’d let out as soon as his lips touched your skin; when a pair of paws appeared on the couch beside your heads and then he felt Gerry licking his face.

“We’re kind of in the middle of something.” he said, turning his head to face the dog with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. You giggled as you watched the stare down take place, Gerry completely oblivious to what was going on.

“Hey be nice. We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him.” you reminded him, playfully pushing his chest so he’d move to make space for the dog.

He reluctantly moved away from on top of you, falling back on his spot on the couch from before with a loud sigh trying to seem irritated but failing. Gerry happily climbed on the couch and then to your lap once you had sat up. Soon Cash was joining you and Tyler couldn’t help but smile as he watched you struggle to accommodate both dogs on your lap so neither would feel neglected.

“Thank God Marshall isn’t here.” you joked a bit out of breath as the two labs moved on top of you. But as if he had heard you, soon you felt the sound of paws against the wooden floor approaching you.

“Incoming.” Tyler said as he watched behind you the brown lab make his way to the couch and climb on top of you to join his brothers.

It was a mess as the three dogs fought to be on your lap and having only two hands to pet three dogs didn't make it easier. Watching the sweet scene unfold in front of him he made a mental note to buy some treats for his dogs next time he went out, after all if it weren’t for them you maybe wouldn’t be sitting in front of him right now, and for that he was extremely thankful.

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korasonata · 3 years

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I had someone last time ask me about time stamps, so all of these from this point out will have the time stamp at the top of each set of quotes. I am currently in the process of retrieving the time stamps for the previous 5 posts, and will link an updated version when I have retrieved them all.

Link to the video is here: https://m.twitch.tv/videos/1149389841

Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo model streams part 6!

(I am very sorry I tried very hard to make this not as long as it is. There will probably be another extended cut post because there was just SO much happening in this stream)

—

00:00:57

Cleo: Welcome to the stream. Mine and/or Joes. Or, both.

Joe: Yay!

Cleo: I suppose that’s what the “and” means. In that statement. That would make sense. Glue pot’s ready—

Joe: It makes sense to me.

Cleo: …that makes me even more nervous that it makes sense to you, Joe. Not gonna lie.

—

00:16:34

Joe: So, anyway, last night at dinner, uh, like I— I had put this interview on while I was cooking and I kinda left it on as my daughter sat down for dinner and I was like “hey, this is an interview with this very famous journalist from about 50 years ago. Uh, he’s got a really interesting voice and a really interesting cadence, and I wanna kind of listen to it so I can— maybe copy it as like a joke in one of my videos.” And my daughter listens to it for about a— a minute—

Cleo: And then says “now that’s— is that you?”

Joe: *laughing* She just turns to me and she’s like “my friend…her parents got her…did you know they make crayon applesauce now? It says crayola. It tastes. Like they’ve blended a brown crayon. And sprinkled it on top.”

Cleo: That sounds grim.

Joe (prideful laughing): And it just kind of matches the cadence while also talking about something terrible to ingest?*laughing* And I just start cracking up because like— *laughing continues* she gets it! And she’s just like “why are you laughing?” Because you just— you nailed it! You nailed the pauses, you— you nailed the subject matter, like this is— this is just great!! And she’s like “no! This is a real thing! This crayon applesauce is terrible!” And I’m just laughing and laughing and she’s like trying to explain why it’s not good, and I’m like “I understand why it’s not good, but—“

Cleo (reading chat): “Joe’s daughter is awesome.” I think you’re probably correct. Joe’s daughter is indeed awesome.

Joe: Yeah, I’m very very happy with my daughter. (Reading chat) What was for dinner? Well not crayola applesauce!

—

Cleo (in response to someone complimenting her 3rd Life videos): Awe! Thank you joytobake, that’s really nice! I am…always pleased when people like my personality. Because I’m never sure that people should, you know?

Joe: Yeah, that’s— that’s what we were talking about— I think before we started streaming, was like, Cleo really gets me, and that’s a huge red flag.

Cleo: That’s a— yeah. As a human being. Understanding Joe - massive red flag. Huge. This is a danger. To everybody. And particularly Joe.

Joe: It’s the terror of being truly known.

—

00:47:08

Joe: Up until this point I didn’t show the instructions, but now I feel like I have to.

Cleo: Because otherwise people are going to judge your competency?

Joe: Yeah! They’re gonna go “ok. Any idiot can figure out how these pieces go together” but if you look at these instructions, that’s not true. I’m a spectacular idiot, and I have no idea what I’m doing with these.

Cleo: I mean. I want— I want to confirm. Yes. Spectacular.

Joe: Yes. Thank you Cleo.

Cleo: *snicker* You’re welcome Joe. I always like to insult the people I care about the most.

Joe (quietly): I know…I appreciate it.

Cleo (Watching chat): I’m waiting for Cam to confirm that.

(Cam in chat: She insults me SO MUCH, she called me a gibbon last night…)

—

00:59:42

Joe: *reading tips*

Cleo (reading chat): “you can’t stop Joe when he’s on a role.” This is true.

Joe (not paying attention): *still reading tips*

Cleo: I mean you can, you just have to go: Joe. Joe. JOE. And then he stops sometimes.

Joe (quietly, but with emphasis): WHAAAAAAAAAAT??!?

Cleo: I’M DOING A THING!

—

01:00:46

Joe (reading tips): “This is an encouragement donation for more of you singing in the future.” Ooo, I think Cleo would like that because the future is not now.

—

01:02:23

Cleo (genuine singing): Ground control to major Tom…

Joe: *listening in awe*

Cleo: …That’s…pretty much all I know…

Joe: Oh, I was gonna let you keep going, I— I wanted to hear more.

Cleo: Oh no. That’s pretty much all I know.

Joe: But yeah. Hypothermic haddoc writes (singing) “tell my wife I love her very much!” …I was waiting for you to jump in with the (singing) “she knoooooows!”

Cleo: Again. Again, I don’t know the song very well.

Joe: Oh. And here I am sitting in my tin can—

—

01:47:54

Cleo: *leaves to get a drink*

Joe: While you’re getting your drink I guess I’ll provide some musical entertainment.

SILENCE

Joe: …I don’t have anything prepared. So, let’s see…do we have any birthdays? *laughing* if it’s anybody’s birthday I’ll sing to you while Cleo’s gone.

Cleo: I’m back.

Joe: Oh ok. Well, sorry birthday boys. And girls.

Cleo: feel free to sing to people. I’m sure people want that.

Joe: no…well, I was gonna do it while you were away cause I need to get up and get my drink as soon as you’re back.

Cleo: Oh, go and get a drink and I will sing happy birthday—

Joe: So I’m gonna go get my drink, I’ll be right back.

Cleo: —to people who have chosen to spend their birthday…here…I’m not judging, uh, but— (upbeat singing) Happy Birthday to you! You smell like a zoo! (Talking) …uh, etcetera etcetera… (Singing) I forgot how this song goes! Nevermind it sucks to be you! *blows a raspberry*

—

01:49:09

Cleo: I mean it’s Cams birthday on Saturday, and I will sing to Cam on his birthday. His birthday is not today. I mean he probably wants me to not sing to him on his birthday, to be fair—

[Cam: Please don’t sing to me]

Cleo: —but you know, I might do it anyway. Cause it’s obnoxious. And I will laugh. (Reading chat) “Happy Birthday! Here’s some genocide! Please don’t sing to me…” *laughing* I won’t sing to you if you don’t want me to, Honey.

[Cam: Not happy birthday at least lol]

Cleo: I might torture you in other ways though.

—

01:50:55

Cleo: Hiiiiii Jooooooe.

Joe: Hello! Joe Hiws hewe! I am back fwom my dwink bweak!

Cleo: …what is that voice?

Joe (in a Kermit the Frog/Swedish Chef/Yoda hybrid of an accent): I feewl wike it’s fwom home star wunner or something, I don’t know! It’s almost Kermit THe Fwog Hewe, but not quITe!

*Cleo laughing*

It’s a little— (Normal voice) I dunno. I still had some of my drink in my throat, so I was like— I didn’t wanna like accidentally cough it out on the microphone as soon as I started talking. So I was just like (weird voice continues) I’ll do thIS vOIce

*Squealing giggling from Cleo*

(Same iteration of previous accent now blended somehow with the voice of Goofy from Micky Mouse) It’ll keep my mOUth in a shape that if I start— me coughing up a dwink it’ll just go into the chEEks on EIther sIde. It’s a natuwal, uh bARRier against, uh, hydration escapism! Uh yuh!!

Cleo: *giggles* Ok Joe. Ok.

Joe: *high pitched laughing* I don’t know Cleo! I’m just gonna keep making noises until people give me money! It’s jus— it’s how I pay rent.

Cleo: *laughing* Making noises until people give you— ahhhh…..

Joe: Yeah

Cleo: — actually…..yeah. Yeah. Yeah…Um (reading chat) “it’s drunk Kermit” *wheezing*

Joe (drunk Kermit The Frog voice): It’s 5:00 somewhere!

Cleo: *laughing* thanks for this. I needed— I needed this moment of— of— whatever this was.

—

01:53:54

Joe: So my daughter said the most Wednesday Adams thing to me the other day—

Cleo: Oh no

Joe: Except she didn’t do the deadpan delivery. She was very upbeat about this. So apparently “UP” has, on Dinsey+ a series of shorts about the old man and the dog. Right? And they’re called something like “a Dougs Life” cause Doug is the name of the dog

Cleo: yeah.

Joe: and she goes “oh! And it’s short! Like a dogs lifespan!”

SILENCE

Cleo: …Your…kid is very much your kid, you know that right?

Joe (proud dad): I know right?!

—

01:58:20

Cleo: I mean…you’d kill it at the Met Galla. Not gonna lie.

Joe (excited): Oh my god— I wanna get one of those Manuel suits that has like all the rhinestones and the flowers on it? Um, but, you know, like, those are very expensive.

Cleo: We live with what we can afford. Maybe someone can make you a Diamond encrusted suit that you can wear on camera. And have all the sparkles as green.

Joe (very excited): Oh my gosh— actually— so—

02:20:45

Joe: Meanwhile in my Discord everyone’s posting what they describe as “eye searingly beautiful” lime green wedding dresses. For my next wedding. Um—

Cleo: *snicker* is that what you’re wearing for your next wedding?

Joe: you know, honestly at this point I don’t wanna make any assumptions about anything.

Cleo: *cackling*

—

02:31:07

(This is context for the next one)

Cleo (reading chat): “some people have too much time on their hands” I mean, I personally would not drive 8 hours to see— um…

Joe: …me?

Cleo: I dunno, I might drive 8 hours to see you.

Joe: I offered to drive 8 hours to see you when you were coming to Disney and you said no, so I’m gonna assume that you would not drive 8 hours to see me.

Cleo: I mean, I— li— the key word there was “might”. I wou— I would have to have my mini frea— well I was freaked out at that point. When you offered, and and I was just like “oh god no.” Because, you know, social anxiety is a thing.

Joe: Mhm. I’ve heard of that.

Cleo: Yeah. And I do not do well particularly meeting people for the first time, even people I’ve known for a while. I go very very quiet and umm…I think it’s worse actually with people that I’ve known for a while? Um, online, um…because— cause my brain goes “well you’re gonna make a s—your, your— your going to do something and say something stupid. You going— they’re gonna hate you in real life” um…so, yeah. My brain absolutely freaked out at that moment.

—

02:34:12

Cleo: But, you know, like I say, I get hate mail on the regular, it’s fine. I mean part of that is daring to be a woman on the Internet, but only part. The other part is the fact that I’m also an awful human being. So, you know.

SILENCE

Cleo: …the silence isn’t doing— the silence doesn’t do you— do me any favours Joe.

Joe: Well, you know, I didn’t wanna talk over you when you’re sharing your insecurities.

Cleo: yeah….

Joe: That seems rude.

Cleo: I mean—

Joe: So I wanted to make sure you were done.

Cleo: no no no no, that’s fine. I’m always done Joe.

Joe: And nOW I can actually tell you how I really feel.

Cleo: No, please don’t. Not onl— no. That will— that will make me even more uncomfortable.

Joe (upbeat singing): The praise train is on its way!! Choo choo!!

Cleo: Noooooooooooooooooo!! Nooo!!

Joe: For Cleo it’s her day!! Choo choo!!

Cleo: *noises of distress*

Joe: Cleo is really great!! Choo choo!! Choo choo!!

Cleo: *distressful crying*

Joe: She’s not merely ok!! She doesn’t have to be the best at talking to people for the first time!! Cause they’ll love her anyway!! And sometimes they’ll even rhyyyme!! Yay for Cleo!!

Cleo: *physically going through a full body cringe* noooo

Joe: See, it would have been rude if I did that in the middle of your thing.

Cleo: *sob laughing*

Joe: That would not have been socially acceptable.

Cleo (through tears): I’m not even sure it was socially acceptable now.

Joe: WHY NOT?!

Cleo: (sobbing and laughing simultaneously) I hate you so much.

—

02:38:05

Cleo (reading chat): “We all need a Joe in our life, who sings a theme song for us when we’re talking ourselves down” I’m not sure you do.

Joe: Yeah, that wasn’t really a theme song? Like, if I was gonna do a theme song for Cleo—

Cleo (with immense dread): Oh no…no…no…

—

02:43:07

Joe: I’d just like to point out (very obnoxiously high pitched voice) That this is Cleo’s average person voice, which means that 50% of people have an even higher pitched voice!

Cleo: …You know, I can’t actually stab Joe through the Internet. And I’ve always been upset about that.

—

02:53:36

Joe (with all the enthusiasm of a 16 year old girl gossiping at a slumber party): Ooo I wanna ask Cleo about giiiiiirls!!!

Cleo: Ask me about girls! I’m— I’m happy for you to ask me about girls.

Joe: Ok, so, do you— do you feel comfortable saying what your specific, uh, type of woman is? I’m— I’m curious about that.

Cleo: Um, it’s— it’s nerdy girls? Specifically. Umm…not too, um…you know, the kind of running, climbing, you know— sort of— person. You know, it’s— it’s the sort of— it’s the sort of— action girl kinda thing. I kinda like that type. That’s sort of my type.

Joe: Mhm. Yeah, like—

Cleo: Why, what’s your type of girl?

Joe: Well, uh, usually it’s somebody that is— very anti authority— un— un— dissatisfied with the status quo. So usually more punk, or that sort of thing.

Cleo: Yeah. That’s— that’s— that sort of plays into the action girl sort of thing as well. Yeah I get that. So yeah.

Joe: yeah, umm, you— yeah so I don’t know. Um— so not necessarily, uh, as focused on the athleticism element there, but I know like—

Cleo: Well it’s not really athleticism, it’s— it’s more— it’s more—

Joe: —in terms of like, um, hiking, cause like, uh, you know in college there’s like a climbing and camping club or whatever—

Cleo: Oh yeah, it’s not that sort of person. It’s— it’s more, um…getting out and having a go at things. Like, you know, not— not being afraid to—

Joe: Adventurous

Cleo: Yeah! Adventurous! That’s the word!

—

Cleo (whispering): I don’t know where this bit goes! *gasp* it goes over there!

Joe (whispering): You can do it!

Cleo: I can do it! I believe in me!

Joe: You’ll find a place to glue it! It doesn’t necessarily have to be the right place!

Cleo: I know!

Joe: You’re equally valid regardless!

Cleo: Thanks Joe!

Joe: You’re welcome!

Cleo: It’s appreciated!

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #zombie cleo #zombiecleo #joehills #joe hills #long post

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plutonianrising · 3 years

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while the cat’s away a.k/k.k

pairing: akaashi x kenma x f!reader

wc: 4.5k

description: akaashi shouldn’t have left his two brats home alone for so long

a/n: this was v much inspired by that “i think you deserve two boyfriends” tiktok so thank that guy for this

cw: fem!reader, dom!akaashi, switch!reader, switch!kenma, established poly relationship, safe word check-ins, rules, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, threesome, cum-eating, aftercare implied

MINORS DNI PLS

Sometimes it can get boring when it’s just you and Kenma at home for the day. You know he’s usually busy streaming and it's usually fine since Keiji keeps you entertained. However, this morning Keiji insisted on handling the grocery shopping alone, saying it’d just be a quick in-and-out trip and he didn’t want Kenma to wake up left by himself. It was hours later now and Kenma had kissed you good morning and swiftly turned to his games. Even on his “day off” he’s playing with some of his friends. You’re kicking yourself now for having recently bought his current fixation.

“Kyaaannmaaaa” you whine loudly and flop onto his lap. He doesn’t even acknowledge you as he moves his controller closer to his face. It’s almost like you’re not even there. You wouldn’t even be sure that he noticed you if it weren’t for the faint furrow in his brows and grimace on his lips.

“Kenma you’ve been playing since you woke up. Can’t you take a little break? I don’t even think I’ve seen you eat yet,” you try to command even just a bit of his attention.

“I’m not hungry.” He grumbles. “And can’t you see I’m in the middle of a match? I can’t just leave whenever.”

Your pouting turns to a full-blown scowl as his eyes leave his game for a moment to peek down at you; he realizes how quickly you’re reaching the threshold of your patience.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry. I know you hate when I play on my days off. Just sit in my lap and we’ll go do something else once this round finishes.” He backtracks. You roll your eyes but maneuver yourself so that you're straddling him with his arms around your waist and yours around his shoulders. You lean your head in the crook of his neck, gaining comfort from the smell of his shampoo even while your boyfriend is annoying the shit out of you.

“You said one more match like 3 matches ago. I thought we had a rule about lying.” You say even though you know he really isn’t listening to you. You can faintly hear one of his friends talking in his headset. You thread your fingers through his grown-out hair absent-mindedly and open your phone with your other hand to text Keiji.

Kenma broke a rule. I’m gonna punish him. See you when you get home x

You’ve barely sent the message before you’re pressing down on his lap a little harder. You wiggle your ass as if feigning trying to get comfortable. You shift Kenma’s headset so that he can hear you whisper in his ear.

“Kenmaaa…” You trail off. “What happened to no lying hmm?” He stiffens and a cruel smile creeps its way onto your face. You place a hand on his chest and continue playing with his hair with the other, trying to coax him. You both know he can’t say anything with his friends on the other side and you relish in the fiery glare he shoots you.

You love how easy Kenma is to fluster. A breathy whisper against his neck. A sharp nip at his neck. It takes little to nothing to set him off. Even when you’re being punished and are forced to simply watch Keiji take him relentlessly. Kenma is breathtaking to you. When he’s annoying you. When he’s shyly grabbing your hand or Keiji’s to fall asleep. When he’s fucked out beyond recognition. At this point you’re probably obsessed over even the red that tints his ears when he begins getting overwhelmed.

Sometimes you have to pay for your teasing but you know today at least, you’re fully in command. You know Kenma is too stubborn to shut off his game in the middle of a match with everyone on. After 3 years with him and Keiji, you know he’s a high-risk-high-reward kind of person. He was going to try his hardest to get through whatever you put him through without making a sound. Double or nothing.

“You remember how to tell me to stop, right?” You whisper again and press a kiss to his ear. Kenma nods.

“Hmm I wonder if I should make you say it out loud with everyone on call? Yea they’d think it’s random but better safe than sorry right?” You tease him. He shivers and goosebumps appear on his skin as you lightly drag your nails up his neck. He grunts softly and rolls his hips up to press against you. His eyes are begging you to drop that idea. Your wicked smile grows and you peck his lips.

“You’re right baby. There’s already plenty of time to embarrass you. Don’t forget to talk to your friends on call Kenma. Wouldn’t want them thinking something happened to you.” You chuckle darkly.

You place your hands under his shirt and slowly slide up until you reach his nipples. They’re already hard from the chill of your room paired with his thin t-shirt. You press against one, softly toying with it with the pad of your finger. You watch as he tries to remain stone faced. His ears are a dead giveaway, though. You kiss all over his neck as he responds to someone. They’re feather-soft teases. You want him to have to beg to be marked by you.

“Kenma you’re so greedy..” You growl and pinch his nipple. He startles a bit at the surprise but quickly regains his composure. “You wanted this didn’t you? Too shy to say outright you wanted me to fuck you while you played?”

“Or is it that you just like riling me up?” You tease him by grinding down onto his hardening dick. You roll both his nipples between your fingertips now, occasionally pinching them.

“Wanted the best of both worlds and even while I’m giving it to you, you can’t even be bothered to make those cute sounds you know I like so much.” You sigh, feigning sadness. You grind against him harder as you play with his nipples. You tease him further by kissing up his neck. It’s hard not to relish in his slight trembles when you blow cool air against his ear. While your focus is mostly on pleasuring Kenma, you cannot help the soft sighs that escape you. Seeing him struggle to control the stuttering of his hips only eggs you on.

“How loud do you think I can be before they can all hear me?” You smirk and let out a quiet moan. Kenma’s eyes widen in panic and he slaps a hand over your mouth quickly. You slowly lick his palm while you maintain eye contact. His golden eyes are transfixed on yours, searching for any measure of mercy. He was kidding himself thinking he would find any. Many sessions with Keiji had trained you to follow through when you committed to something.

Kenma slowly pulls his hand away from your face and you lean in closer. Your lips are just barely brushing against his as you mutter “Either you beg for me with everyone on the call. Or I just keep cumming by myself.”

He knows it’s a promise and not a threat. In terms of stamina, you have always had him beat, making over stimulating him a pretty frequent occurrence. At the beginning he and Keiji would switch out when it got to be too much for him but you two quickly learned that even with tears streaming down his face, his one thought is to satisfy you. You grab his face with one hand, squishing his cheeks a little. With the other you cover his mic. “What’s our word so I know you know it?”

“It’s peaches. I’m ok. I want this,” he rushes out quietly, growing even redder. It’s this neediness that you so deeply craved. Kenma was quiet but he wasn’t exactly shy. When he really wanted something, he would push past his reservations to get it. And finally, right now, he wants you more than anything else.

You finally kiss him deeply and Kenma reciprocates eagerly. To your content, his hips roll harder against you when your tongue enters his mouth.

“Kenma? Why aren’t you moving, let’s go!” You hear someone say. You pull away from Kenma so that he can answer and he furrows his brow, obviously not ready for it to be over.

“Lev maybe if you quit worrying about what I’m doing you’d get more kills.” He quietly snips. You wince and giggle at his harsh tone, almost feeling bad about being the reason behind his expression. You lean close so you can speak into Kenma’s mic and as you talk you’re also taking a beat to fully appreciate how flushed and pretty Kenma looks. His mouth is wet and slightly pink and though his eyes are half-lidded he’s looking at you with full expectancy. It’s enough to pierce your heart. You aren’t sure if you’re actually punishing him or spoiling him rotten.

“Sorry about that boys” You giggle into the mic. Kenma’s mouth twitches downward a little when he hears how his friends’ react to your voice on mic. “Please forgive Kenma, I distracted him a little.”

You don’t really pay attention to how they respond, turning your focus to slipping off Kenma’s boxers and your panties. You toss them somewhere across the room. As you slick Kenma’s dick with your wetness, it crosses your mind that Keiji could come home at any moment. You haven’t even looked to see how Keiji responded to your text. You’re probably screwed if he told you to wait until he gets back but you can’t focus on that with Kenma looking at you so eagerly, using every inch of his self-control to not fuck up into you.

Placing him at your entrance, you hold his gaze as you slide onto him. You take him all the way, forcing yourself to be just as quiet as he is. You let him try and focus on his game as you slowly roll your hips, silently screaming at how full he makes you feel. You fixate on the way his brows furrow and his breath quietly hitches. Kenma’s face is fully flushed as you ride him, not willing to give in or lose his game. You smirk and turn around slightly to look at his game. It brings you a weird sense of satisfaction that, even though he’s playing like normal, his dick is already twitching like he’s close.

“Kyanma when’d you get so sensitive?” you tease quietly. “You been secretly touching yourself recently? Huh?”

“I-I” he begins to stutter out indignantly, trying not to pant too loudly. You cover the mic one more time. “I w-wouldn’t dare. J-just feels too good.”

You continue rolling your hips, reaching up with your other hand to palm your own breast. You don’t even try to resist the tightness building inside you. You let out a low moan as you shudder around him, your walls clenching around Kenma’s dick so deliciously that you can see the air choked in his throat as he stifles his own moans. As promised, you fuck him through your orgasm. His trembling makes it so much harder for you to relent. You want him to cum so badly, forcing you to turn off his game and fuck him until he’s a sobbing mess.

He does so almost as soon as the almost obsessive thought crosses your mind. He holds you tight against him and buries his face in your collar, biting down hard in a final act of defiance. You yank Kenma’s head back by his hair and he’s glaring at you like his face and chest aren’t completely flushed and his pupils aren’t blown out. You let go of his hair and simply smirk and your anger makes it so much more fun to force shut down his computer.

You wrap a hand around his neck and squeeze. “Kenma’s been such a naughty fucking kitty today haven’t you?”

You slam down on his dick again and Kenma moans loudly this time. You aren’t sure if it’s from the pain of being overstimulated or simply the fact that he no longer faces the threat of embarrassment. Regardless, you know he’s going to be begging for that feeling again by the time you’re through with him.

You hear the front door of your apartment open and the familiar jangle of Keiji’s keys and soft footsteps. Keiji’s home but he puts the groceries away first. You know this is him giving you both time to collect yourselves and be on your knees somewhere for punishments. You know this but Kenma doesn’t look keen on moving and your heart is already beating in anticipation at how much further you could take this.

You hear Keiji’s footsteps grow louder and in seconds he’s right in front of you, analyzing what he’s seeing: an unplugged computer, Kenma slowly regaining his composure, and you right in his lap, lazily looking over at him with a smug little smile on your face.

“Hey baby.” You can tell from one look what Keiji told you in response to your text. You can't help the way your body shudders in expectancy as he stares at you sternly. You kiss Kenma’s neck gently as you meet Keiji’s gaze, knowing full well you won’t be ready for the punishments he will be handing out.

“You had no intention of listening to me, did you?” Keiji says fondly as he walks over and stands behind you. He slides his hands around you: one pulling your against him, the other guiding your head up. His touch is gentle, his fingers moving you more so as a suggestion than a command. You struggle to keep your eyes open and on his beautiful features. Dark hair that curls in the strangest spots fell slightly forward. The sharpness in his deep blue eyes contrasts the loving way he strokes your cheek.

“Mmm… not really. Mmsorry ‘Kaashi but it’s so… much easier to just ask you for forgiveness. You’re so sweet to us.” Your words slur a bit and you smile up at your other boyfriend. You secretly wonder if you’re making the right call by pushing his buttons further. But oh well.

“Oh it's so much easier is it?” Keiji asks, his voice takes on an icy tone. He finally glances towards Kenma, slightly dazed as he watches you both. “Kenma do you agree?”

You all know that no matter what Kenma says, he’s already in deep shit for going along with you. However, there is still a right and wrong answer. He could either a) agree and punish you with Keiji and receive a lighter punishment or b) side with you. The two of you make eye contact as he weighs his options. Memories of you sandwiched between them, mind hazy as they treated you like little more than a toy flood you. You vividly remember the time Keiji sent you over the edge repeatedly while you choked on Kenma’s dick, tears forming from how desperate for air you were. And the way they gazed down at you with your panties shoved in your mouth, so fully focused on making you scream that you feel like you’d been caught by two beasts.

You would never openly admit how much option A makes your mouth water but you don’t have to. Kenma doesn’t miss the way your thighs try to squeeze together, only to be met by his in between. Or the way your breathing has slightly picked up again. Or how you tightened around his still-sensitive dick the moment the thought crossed your mind.

“Yea ‘Kaashi… you’ve been really nice lately.” Kenma looks between you both and smiles before pressing close and embracing you. He holds onto part of your shirt and nuzzles into your neck. You don’t care if he was saying we’re in this together or I'm not letting you get all the attention after you ruined my game. Regardless, you still get to see Kenma trembling right next to you with puffy lips slightly parted, ready to beg, ready to need, ready to please.

Keiji stifles a laugh behind you, covering it quickly before petting both you and Kenma’s hairs. “I didn’t realize I’d been so gracious to my little brats. I guess that means you think it’s finally my turn for a reward?”

“What do you want us to do Master?” You ask coyly.

“Well for one I want you two properly seated somewhere on the floor.” Keiji says coldly. He moves away and you and Kenma quickly take your places. On your knees. Eyes expectant.

“Kitty you look like she put you through hell” Keiji coos at Kenma, looking down at him while he strokes his cheek. You huff.

“I didn’t even-”

“Did I say you could speak sweetheart?” Keiji cuts off your attempt to explain and you know better to try any further. He doesn’t even need to look towards you to keep you in check “Kenma. Why don’t you tell me exactly what happened.”

“S-she got mad at me for being on my game so long that she rode me while my mic was on and wouldn’t let me c-cum unless I… begged with everyone on the line.” Kenma looks up at Keiji pleadingly.

“And did you?” Keiji prods.

“D-did I?” Kenma splutters in surprise. The red flush on his body seems permanent at this point.

“Well you obviously came. I can still see it leaking out of her all over our floor. So. Did you beg?” Keiji doesn’t let Kenma avoid his gaze, leaning forward with a firm grip on his cheeks.

“N-no.”

“No. Instead you bit her.”

Of course he noticed that.

“So let me see if I got this right. Instead of accepting your punishment like a good boy or conceding… you decided to take advantage of her kindness and my absence. God it’s like you want that pretty ass of yours lashed until you can’t even sit in your gaming chair.”

Kenma takes in a sharp inhale, trembling slightly. You gulp in turn, knowing that even though Kenma was worse, you aren’t safe from reprimand either.

Keiji fixes his sharp gaze on you and finally acknowledges you. “Did I agree to letting you punish Kenma?”

“No Sir.” You answer quietly, trying to keep the shivers threatening to expose your excitement at bay.

“Take off your shirt and lie on the bed.” He sighs and begins unbuttoning his shirt. You do as you’re told, removing your oversized sweater as you climb onto the king-sized mattress.

“It seems that I’ve been too lenient with the both of you so really the fault lies with me. Allow me to take responsibility for that now.” Keiji says. He stands before you and takes in your form, surely noting how much you’re quivering before lifting and spreading your knees, leaving you on full display. He turns back to Kenma.

“Kitty you should take this chance to properly apologize. Come clean up the mess you made.”

Kenma is just as compliant, quick to kneel where Keiji orders him right in front of your dripping pussy. He can’t even attempt a front, immediately capturing your clit in his mouth. You moan and buck a little at the sudden sensation.

“Easy there Kitty. Take your time.” Keiji chides softly. Kenma hums in response and opts to lick a long stripe against you instead. He tries his hardest to pace himself as he mouths you, gently pushing his tongue in between your folds.

Keiji opens your bedside table and grabs a bottle of lube, squirting some on his own hand and onto Kenma’s ass. You feel the shiver that rips through Kenma as the cold gel runs down him. He takes a quick second to let out a shuddering breath but doesn’t dare look back. You, however, fully stare as Keiji gingerly begins fucking Kenma with his middle finger. Kenma quakes at the feeling and Keiji revels at the sight of you two and how your moans and his combine in the air and fill the room.

“Baby you’re so shameless” Keiji mewls “taking so much pleasure from all the chaos you caused.”

You can’t even argue his point. Every thought of disagreeing had left your head the moment Kenma’s lips had touched your throbbing pussy. All you can do is whine in response.

Keiji doesn’t take his eyes off of you when puts his hand on the back of Kenma’s head and presses him down further. “Make sure you get all the way inside. Only bad boys leave someone else to clean up after them.”

Kenma simply whimpers in response and thrusts his tongue inside you, trying his hardest to move his hips to meet Keiji’s pace at the same time. You can tell Keiji’s purposely changing it to make it harder for him. You continue to tense up helplessly and barely contain your writhing with the very last bits of control over yourself. You know better than to cum right now but the waves of pleasure rushing over you and the sight Keiji fingering Kenma open are quickly clouding your brain.

“Please...” you beg, aching for release. Keiji looks up at you and smiles softly, an utter betrayal when his next words leave his lips.

“Kenma, stop now.”

You both whine and turn your attention to Keiji, facial expressions mirroring each other. He pets Kenma’s hair and plants two quick kisses on his wet mouth. You sit up and pout.

“Keiji, Sir, please, I wanna cum so badly.” You beg, head spinning a bit from the sudden loss.

“Oh so now you acknowledge that I’m in charge.” He says and moves to kiss your cheek next, He places feather light kisses against your jaw as you whine and whimper in protest. Drawing close to your ear, he whispers icily “I have half the mind to fuck your pretty little throat so raw you wouldn’t be able to speak for weeks without regretting testing me. But I’m sweet, remember? So listen before I forget that.”

All your dissent dies in your throat and you stiffen.

“Ready to be a good little girl for me now?” He inquires in his normal tone. It’s almost scary how easily he can flip between the two. All you can do is nod and accept the deep kiss he offers as a reward, moaning into his mouth. “Good, now get on the floor next to Kenma. Wanna see you two suck me off.”

You quickly do as you’re told and sit on your knees next to Kenma while Keiji slides off his pants and underwear. With Keiji sitting on the bed in between you, you let a thick glob of spit fall on his dick and work it down with your hand, slowly stroking him. Kenma positions himself and takes Keiji’s head in between his lips, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks him down.

“You two have been so naughty today and now look at you..” Keiji says breathily and pushes your hair back away from your faces. “Sharing my dick so nicely with each other.”

You and Kenma kiss sloppily around the head of his dick, letting your tongues coat Keiji further in spit. Even though you and Kenma bicker more often, the one thing you two agree on without fail is that Keiji looks the hottest when you service him together. It’s how his eyes focus fully on the looks you give him, full of trust and devotion. How he’s always sure to praise equally as he grips whatever or whoever is nearest to gain some kind of grounding.

“Neither of you is getting my dick today... but you can make each other cum. Should be enough, right? Since you two were so impatient you couldn’t even wait for me.” Keiji teases in between his groans. You try to shove down your disappointment as you use your free hand to reach for Kenma’s dick. You pump him in time with the rhythm you manage to form with Keiji’s large dick in your throat. Your eyes burn but you try to keep down your gags and moans as Kenma starts rubbing your clit fervently, wanting instead to clearly hear how he and Keiji sound. His touch is vengeful, a punishment for putting him in this mess and you nearly see stars from the feeling of his sticky fingers circling your most sensitive spots.

“P-please Sir, t-this time I really can’t hold it,” Kenma whimpers, looking utterly destroyed with tears clinging to his lashes and a trail of spit still connecting him to Keiji’s dick.

“If you think you can keep servicing us while you cum then go ahead baby, but you better keep moving.” Keiji permits and it’s all Kenma needs to cry out and shoot out ropes of his cum all over your hand. He continues his ministrations against you and Keiji and soon it’s your own hips that are stuttering. You do not have Kenma’s level of control so you try to shove down your incoming orgasm.

“I need you to cum Sir please, please please. I-I won’t last. Please I want you to cover us with your sticky cum” you beg. You look up at him from under your lashes as you go back to mouthing him and feel him throb in between your lips.

“Yes Sir pleaseee. Want your cum all over.” Kenma adds, his words slurring together. If he couldn’t focus on both speaking and pleasuring his partners he would simply put his all into the latter.

“Want my cum? Want Sir to make a mess all over those pretty little faces?” Keiji groans, bucking his hips into your mouth.

“God yes please.. Please!” Kenma continues and Keiji takes his dick out of his mouth to stroke himself over your faces. Kenma is steadily bringing you to your own edge and you both can’t help but open your mouths in hopes to catch Keiji’s cum on your tongue while you orgasm. With a shout, Keiji begins cumming, spurting all over you and Kenma.

“Go ahead sweetheart, fucking cum right now” Keiji hisses and you convulse as you finally let go, holding onto his leg as your orgasm rips through you. It’s hard to focus on anything besides how easily Keiji and Kenma make you feel like you’re in heaven.

“Now.. have we all learned our lessons?” Keiji utters once he’s down from his high. The sight of Kenma and you leaning against his legs for support makes his heart swell.

“Yes.. Sir.” You two manage to get the words out.

“See I knew my little ones were smart.” He coos gingerly moves to first pick you up and place you onto the bed and then Kenma before grabbing wet wipes. “Now let’s get you all cleaned up.”

#akaashi smut #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi x reader #akaashi x kenma #haikyuu kenma #kenma smut #haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #hq poly #akaashi fic #kenma fic #micco.fics

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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Family’s Hard (Kristie Mewis x Reader)

Request: part 2 of the fic with Kristie that you post today! Maybe something with the r and Kristie both getting call for the national camp and we see a bit of what happen at camp with mal. pt 2. Maybe with both the reader and Kristine on the USENT roster and the fallout with Amal because of the reader being there. part 2 of the reader and mal meet up again joined by the team

Pt. One

You had never been more unhappy while staring at a plate full of pancakes in your entire existence. You loved your typical practice meal (and your girlfriend of almost a year’s hand on your thigh while you ate it), but you weren’t enjoying the disapproving glare you were getting from across the table. She had been like this the moment you stepped off the plane, and you feared she wouldn’t stop until camp was over.

It wasn’t like you decided to sit at this table to annoy Mal. Kristie wanted to sit with Sam, and you weren’t about to brave the dining room all by your little lonesome (plus you liked the team's Tower of Power and enjoyed watching the siblings banter).

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, pushing your chocolate chip pancakes around the plate, and keeping your eyes trained on your fork.

“You ok?” Your girlfriend asked, her lips caressing your ear. You didn’t miss the way your older sister's nose scrunched at the looseness between you and the older midfielder.

“Just tired. The flight from Houston was super long,” You mumbled, shrugging lightly.

“You sure?” Kristie nudged your cheek with her nose and squeezed your thigh. You had been jittery since you left your shared apartment in Houston to head for camp and no amount of reassuring from your girlfriend seemed to be helping.

“Psh. The flight home from France was exhausting, and then we had to get ready for good morning America. That was crazy, right Sammy?” Mal said with a wicked smile, completely cutting you off. Your mouth clicked shut and Kristie squeezed your thigh again (her jaw working overtime to prevent the scathing comment from leaving the tip of her tongue).

Mal had been impossible since you stepped foot into the hotel the USWNT had commandeered for camp. She had swung between outright bitchy and underhanded reminders of Jill's preference of her over you all day and Kristie was getting sick of it. Your shoulders slouched a little more with every remark, every jab clouding over a little bit more of your sunshine.

“That was pretty crazy,” Sam nodded, watching you and her sister carefully. She was trying to run as much interference as she could, but it seemed your sister wanted to make you as uncomfortable as possible. Almost like she was trying to drive you off the team.

“Definitely not as crazy as that party right after we won. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much champagne in my entire life. Not even after we beat Texas,” Mal added, and you shivered at the memory, wilting under her glare.

It was your freshman year (and coincidentally Mal’s senior year), and the first time the two of you had ever really played against each other. UCLA decimated your team and took over a frat house to celebrate. From what you heard, it was one of the biggest parties Texas A&M had ever seen.

Kristie sighed, wrapping the arm that was on your leg around your back, rubbing soothing circles. You leaned into the touch, still playing with the food on your plate, trying to hold your tongue and not rise to Mal’s prodding.

“From what I hear there was a lot of alcohol after Houston won the challenge cup,” Sam nodded, sharing a look with her sister and side-eyeing her friend.

“That was just beer, Sammy. It wasn’t as classy because no one cares about an arbitrary chaos cup win, especially after we won the World Cup. It’s all about scale,” Mal continued, completely ignoring the glare Kristie had pointed at her, enjoying the way you were squirming in your chair.

You shoved your plate away, giving up on eating. You didn’t want to be here.

“I'm sure. I’m gonna go. The uniform staff wanted to see me anyway,” You mumbled, just loud enough for Kristie to hear you (or so you thought).

Mal’s vicious smile grew. She just couldn’t seem to help herself when it came to you. You were always chasing after her, and this time she had done what you couldn’t. She wasn’t ready to give that up yet.

“I’d tell you to switch names, but all I can suggest is to pick a number you can actually live up to,” She sneered.

Your entire being froze and you blinked owlishly at your older sister (taking comfort in how Kristie's arm tightened around you). 13 had been your number since high school, but you knew that Alex was a vet and you weren’t stupid (or disrespectful) enough to even dream of trying to take it. You knew you would never be even close to the level of Alex Morgan.

You had accepted that and Instead chosen a different number, one you were proud to wear. You had no control over the last name on your jersey (until Kristie and you decided you wanted to get married, if you wanted to get married, and that was still pretty far off).

“Come on. They wanted to do a quick check-in with me too,” Kristie said, standing and dragging you with her out of the room, her eyes sending daggers towards your sister. She was done watching you collapse back into yourself.

****

Sam stared at Mal’s Cheshire Cat grin, her mouth agape. She didn’t understand why your older sister was being like this, or how she could continue eating as though she didn’t just rip you apart. (And at this rate someone had to stop her before Kristie killed her).

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Sam said, leaning forward and resting both elbows on the table.

Mal shrugged, taking another sip of her orange juice. “What? I’m just being realistic,”

If you didn’t want to hear stories about their triumph at the World Cup, or how awesome the party was afterward, you could just find yourself a new seat (and take your girlfriend with you- you always did have to outdo her).

“You were a little harsh babe,” Rose said softly, patting the forward's hand.

Sam scoffed loudly, shaking her head. “She practically crumbled under that last comment,”

It was painful to watch your shy bean self withdraw back into the shell her sister worked so hard to crack. Even if you had Kristie here to support you, she wasn’t sure how long you would last without bursting into tears or getting into a screaming match with your sister. You were under enough pressure as it was.

“She’s just overly sensitive. If she wants to play in the big leagues she’s going to have to learn to stand up for herself,” Mal rolled her eyes.

It was a going joke in your family that Mal got the brains and beauty, while you just got the leftover emotions. Ever since you were kids, she had been the extroverted one saving you from bullies and being the “good example” that her parents wanted her to be. But this was her thing, and she didn’t want you horning in on it. (It was also a slight protective instinct too. She would rather be the one giving you shit than the media. They were ruthless and you would probably never forgive her. The road to hell was paved with good intentions after all.)

Sam sighed, taking in how Mal’s eyes tighten just a touch beneath her nonchalance. As much as she wanted to pretend she didn’t care about you, it was obvious that she did. The questions now were if she was willing to have a change of attitude and if she would even be able to repair the damage she had already done.

“Just be careful with how far you push her, alright?” Sam said thoughtfully.

Mal rolled her eyes again, any care she may have felt disappearing. “I know what I’m doing Sam,”

“I really hope you do, because I remember what it was like to always be trying to live up to your older sister and how difficult that was. And Kristie knew when to cut me some slack,” Sam said, raising her eyebrow at the younger woman.

She really hoped she could get through to her before Mal lost you, and Kristie kicked her head off.

*****

You sighed into Kristie's lips, enjoying the way her hips pinned you to the wall and her tongue explored your mouth. You weren’t one for public displays of affection, but she had dragged you into an abandoned corner of the hotel after your sister's clear display of disdain.

You guessed an upside to being at camp with Mal was your girlfriend's desire to cheer you up. You always responded better to physical contact (which was why Kristie used it to help you calm down all the time).

You hummed as the hands under your shirt made their way up to cup your cheeks, her fingers tangling in the baby hairs at the back of your neck. She let the kiss continue for another minute, before pulling back, so her lips were just barely ghosting over your own and your foreheads were touching.

You futilely tried to push off the wall and chase her lips, only for her to chuckle and pull back so you couldn’t reach, keeping you pinned with her hips.

“Ah, no more kisses until you say it,” She mumbled, her breath fanning across your lips.

You whined. You loved how supportive Kristie was, but you didn’t want to do this right now. You didn’t want to go through your normal reaffirmation routine. Not after the shots, Mal had taken at you.

“But-“

Kristie chucked at the keening whine again, shaking her head (both at how adorable your pout was and because she was standing her ground). She learned a long time ago that the best way to stop your mental spiraling was for you to say how worth it you were. “No buts. To get what you want you gotta say it,”

You huffed, I ally opening your eyes to look into Kristie’s determined blue. She raised her eyebrow at you.

“I’m an amazing person, no matter what anyone says,” You mumbled, looking away from your girlfriend. She hummed, using her thumb to tilt your chin back up.

“And?” She asked, a smile playing on her lips. Your pout deepened. You were set to start and Mal had made you feel bad about it. Now Kristie was trying to get you to admit that you deserved the opportunity.

The two of you stared at each other for a long minute, and you debated in trying to get back to the kissing again, to not say the last part of your mantra. Kristie's thumb ran soothingly over your cheek as if she was reading your mind. “Come on babe,” she said softly.

You bit your lip, finally giving in. “I shouldn’t feel guilty about opportunities I receive,”

“Good,” Kristie smiled, leaning back in to connect your lips. You smiled back into the kiss. Maybe things weren’t so bad if you got this treatment after your sister was mean to you, even if Kristie was trying to get you to finally confront her about her behavior. “And for the record, you can always say you’ll have a cooler last name later,”

*****

This was getting out of hand. Very out of hand. You hit the ground again, your face scraping against the turf after another bad tackle. You groaned, pushing yourself up off the turf and brushing yourself off, ignoring the hand of the defender in front of you in favor of taking the hand your girlfriend offered.

Kristie glared at the blond defender, very pissed off that she was pushing you so hard. “Fucking watch it Sonnett, another tackle like that and I’ll beat your ass myself,” Your girlfriend growled, brushing a stray piece of turf off your back.

Emily shrugged, awkwardly scratching the back of her neck. “Just trying to test the Rookie. Need to make sure she can handle a little pressure,”

She liked you, but with the pressure, Mal was putting n you, she thought that they were all going to go hard. To show you exactly how difficult this game could be and how much you needed to work to be on their level.

“I think Mal is doing enough of that on her own,” Kristie raised her eyebrow at the woman, still rubbing the turf off your back and cringing at the new burn. If this hadn’t been a teammate’s doing, she probably would have killed them by now. Ripped them limb from limb for touching you, but you didn’t need that. You needed her support and not her overprotectiveness.

“She actually needs to be able to play against Canada,” Sam said, patting her back. Emily shook her head. Mal was right. She would rather be the one to go hard on you and prepare you than some random defender who didn’t care at all.

As far as she was concerned, Mal’s plan was still in effect and you were going to have to pull some trick to get past her again.

****

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Kristie threaded a ball through the gap between Becky and Julie, straight to you. You turned, taking advantage of the gap in the backline, dribbling across to try and get a clear shot.

You didn’t see that gap collapsing. You didn’t see Emily and Midge racing towards you until it was too late. There was a loud crunch as you were caught between the two defenders, and tumbled to the ground.

The reaction from the rest of the team was instant. Kristie raced over, followed closely by Sam. Both women kneeling down next to you, trying to get you to roll over. It seemed that another blue blur was already laying into the two defenders.

“Lay the fuck off my sister,” Mal yelled, shoving Sonnett back from where her shifting form was standing over you.

Emily held her hands up in defense, stumbling away from you. “I’m just trying to keep the intensity up, exactly like you are,”

Mal growled audibly, stepping up to the taller defender and wrapping her fist into her shirt. “It’s different. She’s my sister and I’m the only one who gets to fuck with her. Got it,” she said her voice deadly calm.

Emily nodded rapidly, her eyes wide as Mal straightened her shirt, patting her shoulder. Emily backed away slowly, her hands still extended, terrified that Mal (and your girlfriend) would decide to actually kill her.

Mal nodded once the offending defenders were far enough away from you, before turning in your direction.

You were finally on your feet, shifting awkwardly and rubbing the back of your neck.

“Thanks,” You mumbled as she approached.

She smiled, pulling you into a very strange hug.“You got it, kid. I love you, even if you’re not as good as me yet,”

She let you go and winked. You smiled and trotted off back to your position, warmth filling you. Sure you weren’t on the best terms, but you were sisters and the act was like a white flag. A truce.

Kristie caught Mal’s arms as she passed. “Learn to lay off a little bit. I don’t want to have to hurt you,”

Mal nodded. You were family mad the only one who got to mess with you was her. She would kill anyone else who tried and she was glad you had gained two protectors.

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scrubs - 7.

PAIRING: doctor!sebastian stan x biomedical scientist!reader

WARNINGS: fluff

A/N: have fun everybody xx

< previous chapter

She was stubborn. She’d always been stubborn from the moment he’d first seen her a few years ago and while he knew so many staff over his very long period at the hospital which had seen him do his own residency, he could not forget the first time he saw her. The first thought that popped into his mind was how cute she was in a clearly oversized lab coat as she followed her supervisor around carrying some stock. He’d offered to help her out yet she merely looked him up and down with a sarcastic smile before telling him she didn’t need his help. The exact same sarcastic smile she was wearing right now.

Time had barely weighed on her, after all, it hadn’t been that long ago and while her hair had changed, her defiance had remained. There weren’t a lot of people who defied doctors or even nurses, they had this sort of mystical tsar like dominance inside hospital walls yet not only she defied him, but she also had almost always the upper hand.

- Why would I do that? - she cocked her head to the side, eyebrow raised up as she taunted him.

- Because ... - he stood close to him, way too close for her to feel his breathe on her face. His finger traced the side of her jaw, slowly and with torturous intent before he leaned down to her ear. - You really get keyed up when I’m not inside you, doll.

Y/N’s cheeks heated up but she remained her composure, studying her opononent as if this was a chess match. Her eyes looked up at him, a small smile on her lips before she leaned in to kiss him. He melted into her kiss, pressing her against the wall as it became more intimate and lustful, yet it wasn’t messy. She was merely pressed against that wall, his lips molding with hers as his hands rested on her waist. Her hands rubbed up and down his chest, one of them resting upon the hard on visible from his scrubs. She squeezed his through his scrubs as her kisses leaned down from his lips to his jaw and neck, leaving enough lipstick marks to have people wonder.

- I guess I’m gonna be keyed up ... - she stopped the kiss before slipping from under him, her hand resting on the knob. - Knock yourself off, Dr. Stan.

Sebastian remained speechless as he watched her leave. Oh, oh she was wanting to be chased? He smirked to himself, grabbing his jacket before looking down at his erection. That was going to be a fun lunch break, he thought to himself. He allowed her to remain in his mind through his whole shift yet not on the way it usually remained. He wasn’t annoyed at her, it was something else. Maybe he did have an idea of what to do.

She on the other hand was busy dealing with her ever rushing thoughts about the doctor. She had a bright smile on her face every once in a while every time she thought about what she’d done. Sure, she knew she’d probably deal with the consequences of it the next time they spoke or when HR found out she kissed him in the middle of the reception hall but that was a future problem. She continued with that little smile even as she grabbed her bag, walking down the stairs down to her car, only to find the same man on her mind sat on the boot.

- Dr. Stan, you do realise you have to enter the car to actually drive it, correct?

- You are the most difficult woman I’ve ever met.

- I didn’t realise we were still fighting over the obvious. - she fished her purse for her keys.

- Let’s go on a date. - he jumped off the car. - Hopefully, you’ll end up in my bed as well.

- A date? Doctor Stan, the only thing I want to do is get takeaway from the little Italian restaurant next to my house and watch Netflix.

- Come on, doll. You gave me blue balls the whole day, least thing you can do is have a bite with me.

She poundered over the question for a little bit. Surely she wouldn’t want this going around the hospital or she would lose the little credibility she had in those halls yet, at the same time, she did enjoy her time with him no matter how much he attempted to get on her last nerve. She lowered her shoulder, letting out a sigh before holding up her keys in her fingers.

- You’re driving.

- I can’t drive such a tiny car. - he pointed at her baby blue Fiat 500, the very first car she’d ever bought and the only car she’ll ever have for all she cared.

- They say men with big cars are compensating for something. Got anything to hide, Dr. Stan? - she smirked as she opened her passenger door.

- You would know, wouldn’t you doll? - he caught the keys from her, pushing the driver’s seat back before closing the door. - Damn, this is a tiny car.

- You’re a tiny car.

- Is that all you have? I expected a better come back from you.

- Like you expected me to make you cum earlier?

He smiled to himself as he started the car. Sebastian honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d driven with someone by his side, much less a woman whom he wasn’t related to. Her car had such an aura to it, the aura of who she was outside of work. He’d never stopped to wonder who she was off work, what she liked, what she disliked; however, her playlist gave a quick peak into a bit of her tastes, a mix between musical theatre, sad pop music, c;assic music and Britney Spears. It made her rounded, more than the woman she was at the laboratory, more than the supervisor Y/N he was so used to have petty fights with. Everything in the car just yelled out who she was, from the little vanilla scent dangling off the mirror, the lipgloss on the side, a few books in the backseat and the car itself. He thought his car was so dull compared to hers, always so unlived in.

- Are we going to sit in silence or ... ? - she leaned against the head rest.

- Oh no, doll. I like not talking to you, you normally end up kissing me out of the blue. I could get used to that.

- That happened because you were a dick to me.

- That happened because you were jealous. Admit it, you like me.

She remained silent, looking at him through the corner of her eye with a childish smile. He drove past her favourite Italian, getting her reserved order before deciding to take them to his apartment. Sebastian was sure she wouldn’t want him in her flat, no one had really been there. She was a quiet person outside of her job, no one really knew what she exactly did or what she liked. He wondered what type of person she was outside of work but he could only imagine she had that same spark. That little thing which just made her the person he knew.She was always too big for that little hospital.

- You passed my street.

- I know. We’re going to my place. I know you’re a private person.

- Oh ... - she bite the inside of her lip, looking out the window. - That’s awfully thoughtful of you.

- Everything ok? - he asked but she merely nodded, leaning on her own hand yet the answer didn’t satisfy him. - You can talk to me, you know? I’m not all bad.

- I didn’t know you were a psychologist.

- Do you even have anyone to talk to? - he questioned, more in a joking manner than in a serious manner yet her face dropped. Her eyes darting to look out the window as she forced laughter. - C’mon people talk on dates.

- I have my parents but they’re not in the country. - she answered, pulling at the edge of her cuffs. - It’s only glamorous to work in a hospital if you’re a white male doctor.

- Something happened?

- Not important. - she changed the topic. - Pay attention to the road before you wreck my car.

Sebastian wanted to ask her, he really did, yet he doubtted she would open up to him. Maybe for good reason, after all, their relationship had been, somewhat, strictly professional for years. Nevertheless, it still tugged at the back of his mind even as he parked. Sebastian existed the car, carrying whatever it was she had ordered before opening the door for her.

Maybe it was the fact she had been extremely drunk the last time or that she was much more focused on getting him to fuck her but the view from his penthouse flat was something breath taking. She took small steps towards the balcony, holding out the rail as she looked up the city from the top. Everything looked so small, like her own personal sky full of stars. She could just look at it for hours and forget everything.

- Do you wanna eat out the packaging or do you want me to plate it? - he spoke to her from the kitchen. - Y/N?

- Whatever’s better for you. - she looked out her shoulder before returning to look at the city. Sebastian dropped the plates onto the marble countertops, abandoning his task to go and join her. She looked at him from the corner of her eye, as if questioning what he was doing by her side.

- What’s bothering you?

- Nothing’s bothering me.

- You haven’t bullied me yet. You’re either really trying to get into my pants which is not hard at all, really just need to ask or you’re upset. Either way, I wanna help.

- You wouldn’t understand. - she leaned her arms on the railing.

- I don’t need to understand, I just wanna be there for you.

- So you wanna be my therapist? - she dryly chuckled. - I’ve just been hating my job.

- Everyone hates their job.

- I was the first in the family to go to university, the smart kid. I always did my best, gave up on a regular growing up because I needed to be the best to merely get the opportunities other people had. I worked hard, graduated top of my class and when I got this job I was so happy. - she shakily sighed. - But now I just hate it. I do everything I can, I do the best and beyond, edit company SOPs and training forms and I’m still treated like scum. I just thought that with a degree I would do what I like but instead I’m stuck in that job, unable to do what I like because it doesn’t pay the bills. I interview all the time and it’s always a no. I’m just unhappy, alone and lonely.

- You’re not alone. You have that friend ... what’s her name?

- Miriam? Try being friends with someone who’s recently engaged.

- I’m sorry. - he scratched the back of his neck. - I didn’t know you felt that way, Y/N. That’s awful.

- Thanks, Dr. Stan. I appreciate it. - she saluted him sarcastically.

- You need to let people in.

- I’ve already let you in.

- Not like that. - he chuckled. - You’re always so uptight. Don’t get me wrong, I love it but other people don’t.

- I don’t really care if people like me. I’m used to it.

- Thank god I like you then. - he kissed her shoulder. - And not just when you’re naked and under me. I like talking to you, baby doll. You should quit that job.

- And you’d pay for my tiny flat?

- No. You’d move here and walk around naked with your glasses talking to me about how dumb I am about microbiology.

- Is that what turns you on?

- You’ll be ok. I promise you. - he pulled her close to him. - Besides, if anyone ever treats you like scum, you let me know and I will make their life very hard. I can be a nuissance.

- I know. - she leaned her head against his shoulder. - It’s a date now.

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