#much ta everyones dismay

[spaciebabie]

in a separate universe where spinel didnt become a royal guard she became a fitness trainer but she is still a huge bitch and if she saw you using the equipment wrong she would give you side eye and not help you at all.

#i mean she actively does this in canon so #she dragges citrine ta a workout and as shes workin out shes lookin at other ppl like ''what the fuck is that idiot doing.'' #''thats not how you use that. you seeing this guy citrine?'' #citrine: *trying so hard 2 be normal in public and not freak out on her bitchass sister* oh my god i dont fucking care. #shut the fuck up. why are you looking at these other ppl. focus on working out #all of that is said in her head btw. she cant say it out loud Or. You Know. #anyways #oc stuff #spacie scribbles #two #the war organization #oc: spinel hino #every once in awhile the gem sisters cross my mind again and i hafta be autistic abt it #much ta everyones dismay

[tarjapearce]

Can we get a little story or something of how would Miguel take care of pregnant mama? Like I KNOW he would do the most and go the extra mile. But can we get it in your words?

Pregnancy Cares With Miguel ~ ✨

Warning: Pure fluff and a mild squeeze of nsfw.

Let's meet this weekend. MJ and I found this new place. And the hamburgers? God. 🤌🏻🤌🏻. They have these amazing artisanal beer.

You pouted at the screen. You wanted to go for a burger, but for some reason, you retched at the smell of beef. It was a big no for you. Plus you couldn't drink, for obvious reasons.

I need an outing so badly. Need a drink, work is getting so stressful. This weekend or the next one?

Jessica replied as MJ sent a ':) ' emoji on the group chat.

Can't go :(

What? Why tf no? You've been telling me you need a break. 😐

🤰

Miguel had sent the emoji and you rolled your eyes

I WAS SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM MIGUEL!!!

Wait... Fr?! 😱

OMG ❤️

MJ texted as the rest appeared as typing.

OMG Imma be an auntie!!?? 😳

Boy or Girl?

We don't know yet

You don't know 👀

Stop. Playing.

🤭🤭

SPILL OUT THE BEANS 🙄

Peter had sent a nervous gif and you cackled.

You'll find out tomorrow 😊

I swear if you don't tell

😏😏 What's gonna happen?

Guys... Im pretty sure these sort of things got you in the current situation you're in, can you not do this in the chat please?

FR

MJ just sent a 🤭 emoji.

Fine, woosies. It's a girl. ❤️❤️💖

SHUT UP 🥹🥹

MJ sent another gif exploding in hearts

Congrats on both 🎉🎉

Miguel remained quiet. You pouted.

What you didn't know is that when he came home, he'd get you a lovely bouquet of tulips and some pickles. He'd just pulled your grumpy self into a tight loving hug as he kissed your temple repeatedly until your mood vanished.

"A girl? Really? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Cause the doctor just sent me the results! And you ruined the surprise. I wanted to tell them in a different way!"

"Yeah, yeah. It's a girl! You know what that means?"

"That I'm gonna get so fat?"

"No, mensa. And even if you did, I'd still hit that." (Dummy)

"Not funny" Your cheeks flushed softly as he chuckled.

"Means that we can finally paint her room"

Your eyes swelled up in tears upon hearing him speak so softly and lovingly. He was excited. You could tell by the little flush in his ears.

"Shopping day tomorrow?"

"Ps obvio" (Obviously )

You giggled.

.----

Ever since you told Miguel you both were expecting a girl, it was like a switch turned in him.

He'd cuddle you with such care, he'd think you'd break. Wich was annoying to you since you missed sleeping ontop of him.

And when the cravings started? Dios mío.

"M-Miguel" You'd whimper as you wiped your eyes. He'd startle and instantly go in alert mode.

"¿Qué pasó? ¿Tas bien?" (What's wrong? You ok?)

You hiccuped and weeped "We have no pickles."

He'd stare at you, trying to process the correct emotion to feel in this situation.

"You're crying cause we don't... have pickles"

"Don't be mean!"

You'd hit him softly with a pillow and curled back to your bed.

"Ok, ok, Don't cry? I'll go to the... the store. Be right back."

"Can I have Nutella too?"

"Uh, sure."

Drowsy eyes looked at the clock. 2 am. On another time, he'd surely would ignore the senseless petition and talk to go back to sleep. But how could he do that when you were pregnant? He was an ass sometimes, but with a pregnant you? Never.

He went to the store, to his dismay there was only two small pickle jars, and they were inside a lady's basket.

... Puta madre...

Why was everyone suddenly in the crave for pickles?

He didn't have to elaborate much and explained the lady. She just laughed it off and kindly surrendered them to him.

"Cravings? Oh boy. You better buy her the three jar packs. And avoid wearing too strong colognes infront of her! It might get her queasy."

"Thanks" With a polite smile he paid for the pickles and went home.

You were waiting for him, teary eyed and pouty. He opened the jar of pickles for you and stared at you with awe and a mild disgust as you dipped one of the pickles inside the Nutella and scarfed the veggie down with such hunger it made you cry again.

"Its so good."

His shoulders slumped with a sigh and wiped your chin.

"You're such a weirdo."

"Want some?"

"No, thanks. Keep eating"

"But I'll get fat"

"It's normal to gain weight during pregnancy."

"You'd love me if I was chubbier right?"

"Yes. I would. Eat your... thing."

He'd chuckle watch you eat until you were satisfied. three pickles in total with half the bottle of Nutella.

The next day he got you a small pack of pickles and two big bottles of that sweet spread to then rub your feet.

---

As time went on and your belly grew, the doctor appointments never got skipped or missed. He was there making sure everything was in order. His big hand hugging yours in a secure embrace as you got your ultrasounds. Everything was going perfectly.

The most dangerous months had passed and he allowed to breathe a bit more.

He had refused when you told him you wanted to work from home. Even if it was home office.

"No. It can lead you to stress out. And that will stress the baby out. Something can happen and no. Let me handle it."

"Stop being paranoid, I'll be fine! I just... don't like sitting all day or sleeping. I need to do something. And you didn't let me do much in the baby's room either!"

"Mi amor. You need to rest. I know you don't like it. But you need to."

"Could you at least get me an exercise ball?"

"Sure. Just don't-"

"Ay ya, Miguel! Ni que fuera a romperme!" (Stop it. I'm not gonna break!)

you whined

"I worry, mi reina."

"I know, and I appreciate it, but I gotta do something around!"

"Just promise me you'll go easy, ok?"

"Fine."

You kissed his cheek and cuddled him, the heat he provided felt heavenly against your back. You had started to waddle and to your dismay a new nickname was born. You were his Pingüinita. (Little penguin)

On the six month mark, you'd toss and turn on bed, feeling either too hot or cold. One moment you were snuggled against him, for the next to remove your clothes and lay naked next to him.

One particular night you felt suffocating. Summer was rampant and you woke up in tears at the oppressing heat.

He'd wake up no long after and filled in the bathtub with the right kind of water. Sweat and hormones raging on your body. Despite sleepiness clinging to him, he'd help you to the tub and bathe you.

Big and gentle hands massaged your wet scalp to then massage your shoulders and lower back. He splashed your body with water and kissed your temple carefully.

"Feel better? "

"Great, thank you, mi amor."

He'd smile lazily and remained there with you, almost falling asleep again in the bathroom until you were ready to leave to sleep.

- - -

He'd buy you long and cotton nightgowns. They were breathable and made everything a bit more comfortable for you, along some essential vitamins. And a hammock for the porch. He'd find you sleeping often in there.

Whenever you went out with the rest he'd make sure that none ordered meat. You still were sensitive to the smell, despite Peter longing for a burger.

Miguel would bathe with you to help you wash your back. But it was just an excuse to touch you and feel you. He'd be as gentle as he could with you. It turned him on to see you swelling with his child. Even brought out things he didn't know was into. Like, a lactation kink. And eat you out despite your protests of not being able to see him.

He was absolutely moonstruck with you. And when the time for you to deliver his baby finally came. He tried to remain strong and collected, despite his hands trembling like an earthquake. He kept an eye on you like a hawk, always looming around you.

He couldn't help but melt when Gabriella's cries echoed loud and healthy on the room.

He kissed you with such pride in his eyes that you'd think he was about to cry.

He knew his life with you had just started, and he was glad he had chosen you. Happy and grateful even. You just made him a dad of a wonderful little girl that instantly quieted down when he held her in his arms. One of the nurses snapped a picture of him holding and cooing Gabi as you got a well deserved nap.

Despite him not being a texter, he sent the picture of Gabi to the group chat.

OMG! Congratulations! she's so beautiful! 😊

I wanna cry so badly right now. She's gorgeous 🎉🎉

I'm an uncle now. :') So proud of you, Miguel.

Thanks

When can we see her?

Lemme ask Pingüinita and I'll let you know.

🐧?

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️ #t writes✨ #Pre Soccer Family #miguel ohara x you #Miguel o'hara fluff

[aita-blorbos]

aita for attempting to seduce my servant’s bride on their wedding day?

ok, so i know this sounds bad, and to preface i am 100% a feminist. i (25m) have been married to my wife (24f) for a couple of years now, and in that time have remained somewhat faithful to her. of course, she still finds reason to complain about me, but i’ve accepted that that’s how women are

anyways, my friend and servant (30m) is getting married to his long time girlfriend (30f). the two of them have been close friends for awhile now, and are a large part of how my wife and i got together in the first place. however, for quite some time now i have been incredibly attracted to my servant’s fiancée

now, there’s this old tradition my family has practiced about a ruling lord being entitled to bed the bride of one of his subjects on their wedding day. i’ve personally always found this tradition terrible, and even went so far as to ban it. but i decided to bring it back for this special occasion, because i feel as though this is my last chance with this woman

however, my wife, my servant, and the bride were all apparently not happy with my decision and engaged in a frankly very immature and unprofessional prank to trick me into kissing my wife instead of the bride. during the course of this prank, a window was shattered, a garden was destroyed much to the dismay of my gardener, a woman’s (50f) heart was broken when her plans to wed my servant fell apart (will not get into it because it requires a post of its own), i was tormented by a very annoying 13y/o, and i was gaslit multiple times

i’m distraught at this turn of events, as i feel as though everyone united against me. they’re all in agreement that i was TA but i feel as though they’re being unfair.

#aita #am i the asshole

[gulnarsultan]

Imagine: Targaryen Reader left Westeros for a few days, saying that they need to go somewhere, much to Cersei’s dismay. Yet Targaryen Reader promised Cersei to come back. So they left, days go by and The tourney of Harrenhall happened. Everyone were there: Aerys 2 Targaryen, Tywin Lannister and Cersei Lannister, Robert Baratheon, Starks and Martells. When Rhaegar won and crowned Lyanna with winter roses, insulting House Martell. The next thing happens, the crowd hears a dragon roar, and they see it’s figure. Before they panicked, they saw Targaryen Reader on top of the dragon, landing on the ground. Targaryen Reader holds dragon eggs and has a Blackfyre ancestral Valyrian sword of House Targaryen. “I see you have won, brother. My congratulations. Although I didn’t expect that you would crown Lyanna Stark as a Queen of love and beauty. Shall I remind you, you are married to Elia Martell and have children with her, also Lady Lyanna Stark promised to betroth Robert Baratheon, my friend. Do you have any idea just in what position you putting me and our family.” Targaryen Reader said with a disappointing look towards Rhaegar. Then Targaryen Reader told Aerys 2 to call everyone in the Red Keep. When everyone are waiting in the court, Targaryen Reader walks inside, giving The Mad King Blackfyre sword. Then Aerys 2 names Targaryen Reader as his heir in front of everyone and gives back a Blackfyre sword, because heir of Iron Throne has a Blackfyre sword (also because Aerys 2 is yandere platonic towards Reader, also he thinks Reader is more worthy than Rhaegar). After naming Targaryen Reader an heir to Iron Throne, Targaryen Reader tells everyone that he’s going to marry. “Lord Tywin Lannister, I’m taking your daughter, Lady Cersei Lannister, as my wife. I will also marry her in Valyrian tradition.” During process of Valyrian wedding, Targaryen Reader and Yandere Cersei saying vows to each other “One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever” and then they kissed, meanwhile Yandere platonic House Targaryen and House Lannister stand there and watch.

So, what do you think about it? I have this idea and I thought that I needed to share it with you. How would Yandere platonic Targaryens and Lannisters react to these news? Reactions in Tourney of Harrenhall? Especially when Targaryen Reader has a dragon that is bigger than Balerion the dread and dragon eggs. I can’t help but imagine in Dragonstone when Yandere Cersei is pregnant, Targaryen Reader would caress her stomach, holding her close and giving kisses to her and their unborn child. When the child is born Targaryen Reader chooses a dragon egg and places it on the cradle only later to hatch. Ta-da a child has a little dragon. Also what Rhaegar’s reaction would be? Sure he’s proud of his brother, but sad because Reader is disappointed in him as Elia’s husband

The Crown Prince and Rhaegar are twin brothers. The prince is the first born. So the Prince is the Heir. Even if he was younger than Rhaegar, Aerys would have chosen him as his heir. Cersei is very upset about leaving the Prince. She will not leave her room until the prince returns. The prince finds and adopts a large dragon on his trip. Besides, the dragon has a flock of eggs next to it. The dragon and the eggs are hidden deep in a cave. The dragon had been sleeping for years. The prince bonds with the dragon and causes the dragon to awaken. The Prince is always Aerys favorite son. Rhaella is very fond of her son. I think the Blackfyre sword was given to the Prince by Aerys a long time ago. Everyone is very surprised when the prince and dragon arrive. The prince does not hesitate to scold his brother. Later, Lord Tywin asks permission to marry Cersei. Tywin agrees to this request without hesitation. Aerys and Rhaella are happy that the Prince is happy. Rhaegar is proud and happy with his older brother. I think Prince Rhaegar will have a cold attitude towards him. Prince Elia will apologize for his brother's actions. This time, Robert is silent for the sake of his best friend. Rhaegar will do anything to get his brother to forgive him. The King and Queen are very proud of the Prince. Everyone in the Tourney of Harrenhal is shocked. I think everyone now knows they need to be more careful with House Targaryen. The Lannisters are very happy with this marriage. Cersei feels very lucky to have married the love of her life. After the wedding, Prince and Cersei go to Dragonstone. He is a wonderful husband to Prince Cersei. While Cersei is pregnant, the Prince takes great care of her.

#yandere cersei lannister #yandere cersei lannister x reader #yandere game of thrones #yandere got #yandere aerys ii targaryen #yandere rhaella targaryen x reader #house lannister #house of targaryen #house targaryen #rhaegar targaryen x reader #targaryen reader

[kazumiku]

Sides of a coin

13 Hangout

→ 12 Cookies, m.list, 14 Plan

(823 words) Written part below ⇂

Okay, so maybe skipping class wasn’t the smartest solution from the bunch. But it’s not like you’re good with immediate confrontation either. How could you meet the man after that incident? As silly as it is, it shook something in you and prodded at uncharted territory you swore you’d never pursue. 

Thinking had got cut short when someone knocked at your door, and you lazily stand to open it. 

“Tinamad nakong maglakad,” Scaramouche stepped in without a care, tossing his shoes elsewhere as he went straight to plop on your couch.  

“Putangina, may tsinelas dito! Suotin mo, tanga,” tossing it towards his feet, he whines before begrudgingly putting it on.  

“You order me around like a mother.” 

“Pakyu ka rin.” 

Kaveh arrived a few minutes after, with a tired Xiao getting dragged along while grasping on a bag of snacks for dear life. It was endearing, even if the teal boy didn’t want to be there so early since he wasn’t supposed to be out till the afternoon for his own classes. The botanist was the last to make himself at home with practiced ease, bringing over a small potted plant as a gift, as always. 

It wasn’t common for any you to not attend university, so your friends had made a rule about hanging out if any of you decided to do so—everyone drops whatever they’re doing for it, important or not. ‘To make up for lost times’ is the reasoning for the pact to have been made, even though the five of you were practically glued to the hip, so it's rather an excuse to hang out. But it works either way.  

“Nagugutom na’ko,” Tighnari complains as he sat on the floor of your living room next to Kaveh after placing the plant on your coffee table. “I haven’t eaten breakfast yet. Ano dala mo, Xiao?” 

“... Chips,” Xiao sighs, placing the bag full of snacks on the table, next to the plant. “Si Kaveh kasi, he was rushing me. I just tossed in whatever edible thing I could find in my pantry.” 

The offended expression that dawned on the blond’s face was priceless, it made everyone crack into laughter, subtle or not. And Scaramouche was certainly not. He was wheezing like a hyena. 

“Tinatawanan mo dyan, Kuni,” Kaveh hissed, offering the ravenette the middle finger, which was gladly reciprocated. 

“Wala. Ayoko sa bading.” 

That made you roll your eyes in clear amusement, more than entertained to watch Kaveh and Scaramouche bicker. But what’s more entertaining if not joining in? “Sabi sa bading rin.” 

“Di ako bading!” denied Scaramouche, which got him doubtful looks from everyone in the room. 

“Kagabi you were calling me, crying that you miss your boyfriend kasi nag ‘break’ na naman kayo,” Xiao speaks up, exposing Scaramouche without a care, earning him a harmless glare. 

Tighnari chuckles and decides to pipe in, much to the ravenette’s dismay, “Didn’t you ask me what flower language is and which flowers you can use in a bouquet to apologize to him? Simp much.” 

“Oh, so this is a personal attack now? Fuck all of you.” 

Your day would feel this fulfilled if it weren’t for your friends, even if it’s still morning, then it’s a morning well-spent. You almost had forgotten about the incident with Heizou, though that is a worry you’ll spend time wasting on later—bros before hoes, they say! Not that Heizou is your hoe... at least you think he isn’t. 

── ⋆⋅⑅⋅⋆ ── 

“Tas sinusungitan pa’ko ni Hayi kasi gusto pa niya umiyak ako! Anong kink ba yan ante, ganda ko raw umiyak ih,” Kaveh was ranting his ass off once your group changed places, happily chatting within the comfort of your room as he tossed and turned on the bed. 

“What are you, a worm? Stay still,” Xiao groans, having been hit on the shoulder by the blond for the nth time by now. “Kati kati amputa. Dun ka nga kay Nari, inaabuso mo na ako.” 

Tighnari raised his hands in the air, shaking his head profusely as he sat on the opposite edge of your bed with a stack of notebooks beside him, a textbook open in front of his crossed legs and a pen in hand. “Wag, masira ung pagnonotes ko, gago.” 

You and Scaramouche were snickering in the sidelines, cuddling like children while a horror movie goes on in the screen of your laptop. The sound was horrifyingly gruesome Tighnari had to put on earmuffs while studying, while Xiao couldn’t hear shit when Kaveh was practically yapping right beside his ear like a mosquito. 

Moments like these you couldn’t help but cherish, even though each one of you were doing something different, basking within each other’s presence is more than enough. In the end, the others joined with watching the movie in a group huddle, with occasional shrieks from either Kaveh or Scaramouche, which were scarier than the graphic movie scenes. 

taglist; @skaramush, @trashhighwaybird, @b9by

a.notes; the friend groups r actually made by random, just whoever entered my mind first, so now i kinda wanna play out their dynamic and im pretty satisfied with how it turned out

#genshin x y/n #genshin smau #shikanoin heizou #heizou x you #heizou #heizou smau #heizou x y/n #genshin x you #genshin impact #heizou x reader #heizou shikanoin #heizou shikanoin x reader #scaramouche smau #xiao smau #kaveh smau #kaveh x alhaitham #kazuha x scaramouche #tighnari smau

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Morifinwë

Rating: M

Pairing: Melkor x Caranthir

Others: Mairon 

Prompts: Stalking | Attention 

Themes:  Dark | NSFW

Warnings: Revenge | Manipulation | Corruption | Kissing | Possession/ Necromancy

Wordcount: 3.8k words

Summary: After he is humiliated by Fëanor, Melkor devises a way to take revenge

A/n 1: this is the last of the three fics that have been inspired by these prompts by @cilil

A/n 2: In this AU, only Utumno was destroyed, as the Valar did not know yet about Angband. Furthermore, Mairon did not join Melkor prior to his capture and chaining. He still served Aulë, but secretly functioned as Melkor’s lover and spy. This story takes place just after Melkor is released from Lumbi, and before to the Darkening of Valinor

Etymology of Maglor’s wife’s name, Indilien: Indil(Lotus) ien (suf. feminine ending; feminine patronymic). This is her father-name, and Morilindë ("Nightingale"), is her mother-name.

Minors DNI | 18+

This is also available on AO3

The fourth son of Fëanor was whom Melkor sought first, much to Mairon’s dismay. “Of all the sons of that accursed Fëanor,” he asked, incredulous, “why him, my lord?”

Ah, why him, indeed. “Because his father shamed me before the others in Tirion and cursed me,” Melkor returned. They always met in secret, near the dark and lonely slopes of the Hyarmentir, where a primordial being was supposed to have devised their liar. Few came this way for fear running afoul of that dark creature; for Melkor and Mairon, it was a place where they could meet and talk freely, far away from the prying eyes of others. “That is why.”

His most trusted servant did not understand him. “Morifinwë is in a dour mood during the best of times, my lord, and too quick to anger during the worst of it. Besides, his gifts are middling at best. Pray tell me how one such as he would serve your purpose when one of the others would do.”

“Nelyafinwë and Turcafinwë command the affections of the Valar they serve.” Melkor did not lose patience with Mairon. Then again, he never did. The Maia served him diligently and well and loved him the way no other did. And if he was to serve Melkor properly in all things, he needed to know what plans his master had conceived. “And Oromë and Tulkas will stop at nothing to shield them from me.”

“Kanafinwë and Curufinwë the younger, then,” Mairon countered in return. “One is a gifted minstrel; the other is said to be as gifted a craftsman as his lord father. Their corruption would add more luster to your victory over Fëanor, surely.”

“Kanafinwë?” Melkor answered with a dismissive wave of the hand. “Bah! What use would I have for more minstrels? As for Curufinwë the younger… He is too fond of his father, while the warbler everyone swoons over is all too fond of his lady mother. You told me this yourself. I cannot afford to have either of them confiding with their parents; it will ruin all my plans.”

"Which, of course, leaves you with the one everyone calls Moryo and the twins.” Mairon now understood. Trying to influence the other four sons of Fëanor could lead to their undoing, and then all would be lost once the Valar learned of their schemes.

“Yes. Those three will do. They may not be as formidable as their brothers, but I will still have three sons. Three sons, Mairon, to help bring down the mighty Fëanor and heap shame upon his head. It is only proper, I think, given how he shamed me.”

“The twins would be harder to influence,” Mairon pondered aloud. “So, we should start with Morifinwë. He is often by himself; I have seen it with my own eyes. He should be the easiest to convince to join your cause. I will find out what he desires, my lord, and you must offer it to him. You, my lord, and not I. Your path will be easier to traverse after that.”

“And this is why I am convinced I made a wise choice by seeking you out.” Melkor caressed Mairon’s hair, his cheek. The Maia shivered and closed his eyes, coming ever closer to him. “Will you be vexed by this, precious? My seducing others?”

“I take no quarrel with you giving of yourself to others, my lord, so long as I am not expected to just sit in a corner and watch while you enjoy yourself,” Mairon jested, his blazing eyes filling with wicked humor. Melkor threw his head back and laughed.

Thus began the Vala’s quest to corrupt Caranthir and bring him under his influence. He started by listening to Mairon’s tales of where the elf went and what he did. It had been easy for the Maia to coax such information out of the lips of others. He listened to maids and stewards and cooks alike, for they saw and heard more than their lords and ladies ever did. They called on the Great Forge, needing something mended or something new crafted, and they talked with him while they waited. And Mairon took great care to welcome them well and reward them with harmless little tales in return, just enough to rouse their curiosity and encourage them to continue confiding in him.

He discovered much. Caranthir did not just wander off by himself. He was often lonely, having pushed the others away because of his dark moods and fiery temper. Oh, his kin loved him, to be sure, but he made it hard for them most of the time. And he envied his brothers for how each of them had neatly paired off with another, leaving him with no one. That little morsel of knowledge was repeated to him by a cook who had oft seen his lord looking on wistfully while Maedhros listened to Maglor sing, or while Celegorm taught Curufin the finer points of hunting, or while the twins drove everyone and themselves to distraction with their many capers.

And that was not all. “He craves to be known for his own skills,” a handmaid of Nerdanel said. “And he wishes to wed a lady of high birth and fortune. My lady tried to counsel him. She urged him to be patient with himself and to temper his expectations when it comes to marriage, advising him that it is better to wed for love than for wealth. Alas, such is not enough for Lord Caranthir when he weaves his world of dreams.” 

It may not have been enough for Caranthir and his ambitions, but it was certainly enough for Melkor and his. He took advantage of the knowledge Mairon had gleaned from the others and appeared in all the places Caranthir frequented. He would linger just long enough to capture the elf’s particular attention, rewarding him with the occasional smile and going no further than that. Mairon counseled him to conduct himself this way, so that Caranthir approached him first.

“Make certain you are seen by him and by him alone. And wait for your prey to come to you, my lord,” he had urged, “for only then can you truly ensnare him in your clutches.”

Melkor heeded all Mairon had to say, and he agreed the Maia’s way was best.

Melkor listened to all that Mairon had to say, and he agreed the Maia’s way was best. 

And wherever Caranthir went, Melkor was there: in the great library of Tirion, in the city square, walking along the paths of the city’s many gardens, or seated by the edge of a fountain, trailing his hand over the surface of the water. Wherever he found himself, Melkor was there.

It unnerved the elf in the beginning. His father and mother and all the others warned him, saying, “If you should ever come upon him, turn sharply on your heels, and walk away. Melkor is full of cunning and treachery. He will no doubt try to trap you with his lies.”

But Melkor did not approach him, strange as it may have been. The Vala never sought him out and never introduced himself to him. He did not even speak to him. He would simply turn his piercing gaze toward him and then look away. Sometimes, not always, but sometimes, Caranthir swore he smiled before he turned his attention elsewhere. The elven lord was amazed, for Melkor was said to be cold and cruel, and the crimes he had committed while he held lordship of Utumno were nigh unspeakable. And yet, there he was, rewarding an elf, a being he was believed to hold in contempt no less, with a sliver of his regard. Caranthir did not utter a word of such encounters, not to his mother and father, and not to his brothers. He thought they would insist that he be accompanied by one of the others, like he was no more than a child. The notion, quite rightly, chafed at him.

And, truth be told, Caranthir found himself enjoying the attention.

“Hail and well met, my lord.” He had espied Melkor seated upon a marble bench and approached him after mustering his courage. He looked around. The gardens were empty; there was no one to see them together. “It is not often I find anyone here at this particular hour.”

Nor would there be, had Mairon not learned of it from the others.

“Hail and well met, my lord Morifinwë,” Melkor replied warmly. “I came here because I was told the gardens were best enjoyed when there was less of a throng moving about them.”

It was a lie. Melkor did not care a whit about the gardens. He missed the smoky mountains he called home, the great keep he delved beneath it, and the ice and snow that lay thick around the great realm he had claimed for himself. Nevertheless, he was willing to endure the growing things that lay all about him if it meant achieving his goal. 

"Indeed, my lord,” Caranthir agreed, and he moved to sit beside the Vala after he was invited to do so. “I too prefer the gardens this way, when the others are not present.”

Do you truly enjoy the gardens when the others are not present, or do you prefer it that way so as not to remind yourself that you are alone? Melkor guarded his tongue even as he studied the elf discretely. Caranthir was ruddy of skin like his mother, and black of hair like his father. His clear amber eyes, a rare thing among his kin, held within them the light of Telperion, as did the eyes of all the elves of the Blessed Realm. And they glittered like new gold.

Find out what he desires and offer it to him. And thanks to his beloved, Melkor now knew what the elf desired: companionship, the affections of one of high birth and rank, and a chance to stand out from among his brothers. Easy things to be sure, and Melkor prepared himself to offer them all. 

“Tis a strange thing to see eyes such as yours,” Melkor observed with a casual air. “Of grey and green and blue and brown I have seen aplenty, but not eyes such as yours. They are like new gold, fresh from the forge.”

Caranthir flushed, never having received such praise before. Oh, he had received praise before, but never like this, and never from one of the Exalted Ones, no less.

“If only the others saw the same,” he grumbled to no one in particular, and looked at the heavens. The stars shone brightly against a vivid indigo and lilac sky. The spectacle took his breath away and made him feel grateful to have someone, even one such as Melkor, seated beside him. It made him feel less alone. “I thank you, my lord, for your words. Pray why are you here? I was told there is a great feast in Valmar for all of the Valar.”

“Feasts and frivolous frolics are of little interest to one such as myself,” Melkor lied again quite easily. In truth, he rather enjoyed the occasional feast; he just did not enjoy being around those that played a role in his downfall and the destruction of Utumno, like Tulkas and Oromë and that dark-haired herald of Manwë, Eönwë. If asked by Mairon, Melkor would admit that he would rather dine with the ravenous creatures of the Void than eat and drink and laugh with the likes of them. “I prefer quieter pursuits, such as enriching my knowledge. The great library is a special favorite of mine.”

“Indeed, I have seen you there myself,” Caranthir said, thinking this explained why Melkor was there at the same time as him. “The solitude and the smell of books are quite wonderful, are they not?”

“Yes,” Melkor agreed, smiling. “They are quite refreshing indeed.”

He invited the Elven Lord to join him for a meal. Alas for Caranthir, he could not tarry for much longer. Maglor had pledged himself to another, and his mother and father had planned a great feast to announce it to the others.

“Lady Indilien is a fine lady, to be sure,” he went on to add, “and everyone is quite pleased with my brother’s choice of bride.”

“Everyone but you, that is?”

“My brother is a prince of the Noldor,” Caranthir answered disdainfully, “and his lady is of low birth. Still, I suppose, it is better than him marrying one of the Teleri, like that half-uncle of mine did.” 

“A prince of such a great House must be mindful of those he invites into his inner circle.” Melkor took care not to overreach his aim. Caranthir was easy to anger and easy to drive away. His plans would still come for naught if he took one misstep even now. “It is well and good that you see it this way. Farewell, Lord Caranthir. I will not keep you here any longer.”

“Farewell, my lord,” said Caranthir. He was pleased to see that Melkor thought the same way as him, for those such as the children of Fëanor had to take care with those they invited into the family. “Until we meet again.”

Caranthir never ceased his visits to the gardens of Tirion, having been intrigued by the Vala he met. He always came when it was devoid of elves and Ainur, and he always came alone. Melkor made certain to be there, seated upon the same marble bench and feigning to admire the starlit indigo and lilac skies, when he arrived and found him.

They talked, and of many things. Caranthir’s ambitions, his thirst to be as known as his brothers, Maedhros and Maglor, and Celegorm and Curufin, his mother and father, and his aspirations when it came to marriage. And Melkor listened to it all, counseling him, guiding him, and steering him down the path he wished for him to follow.

“Hunting and crafting and singing and playing at statecraft is all well and good,” he opined many a day later, after they sat down beneath the still leaves of a mighty oak and indulged in a light supper Melkor had prepared and brought with him to the gardens. It was very good. Fish roasted in herbs with thin disks of fry bread, Caranthir’s favorites. It was another sliver of knowledge Mairon had carefully gleaned from the cook. “And while they may be noteworthy skills, to be sure, they are not the only skills to be had. Has no one spoken to you about this?”

“They have.” Caranthir stopped eating and furrowed his brows in distaste. “Sewing and dancing and poetry and sporting in the arena. I confess, my lord, that while I enjoy such pursuits, I cannot see myself achieving lasting glory with them.”

Because the gifts you possess are middling at best. The Vala said not a word of this. He did not want to insult the elf and prick his pride. Instead, he sought another way to appeal to the elf and his designs for his future. 

“Indeed,” Melkor agreed. “Such unimaginative interests are quite beneath a scion of the noble House of Finwë.” His words were honey, carefully concealing within them the poison he wished to feed to his prey. “There are other skills, my lord Morifinwë; other gifts that could be bestowed upon you. Such things are beyond your wildest imaginings, I am sure. They have been concealed from elves such as yourself in order to keep you shackled to a life of eternal service and your eyes closed to the many glories you could truly achieve. I can help you attain such glory if you like.”

Melkor is full of cunning and treachery. He will no doubt try to trap you with his lies. Those were the words his lady mother and his lord father uttered after Melkor was rebuked before the elves of Tirion and sent away. And each word rang out like a loud bell, warning him of some great and unseen danger.

What if this is another trick of his? he thought, A ploy to get back at father for humiliating him in the full view of others? Am I allowing myself to fall into some sort of trap?

“Is this one of your deceptions?” Caranthir demanded, rising. “Is this all part of some scheme of yours to rake revenge on my father?”

Melkor was perfectly calm, perfectly amiable. “It is no deception, my lord, I assure you.”

The elf was not appeased. “Do you think I am ignorant of all that you have done, my lord?” he snarled. Anger flared in his eyes, hot and sharp, marring his otherwise fair countenance. "You, who my father rightly called the jail-crow of Mandos?” 

Melkor bristled at the insult but maintained his composure all the same. Careful now, he thought, or else all will be lost.

“Forgive me, my lord, for not making myself clearer,” he said, remaining seated. It was another ploy of his to appear humble and contrite. Caranthir had been raised with a prince’s pride, and he did what he could to appeal to it. “I have been thoroughly chastened by my imprisonment and by your lord father, and I consider them lessons well learned. Come, my lord. Sit with me and hear me out. You will see that there is no trickery.”

“I am quite content to stand, my lord.”

“Very well. I have seen you, my Lord Morifinwë. I have seen how you are often by yourself, and I was moved to make myself known to you. And I have heard how you desire to set yourself apart from your brothers, how you wish to be seen as more than just a son of Fëanor. And I know how much you crave the affection of someone worthy of your devotion. Well, here I am, Lord Morifinwë… Moryo… offering all that you desire, and so much more besides. Take my hand, and all that you have envisioned will be made real.”

Caranthir regarded him, his resolve wavering, pondering if Melkor could indeed be trusted, if he would make good on all that he promised.

To have someone such as him for myself, to learn from him, the first and mightiest of the Valar… Oh! There is so much he must know! So much he could teach me! I could finally step away from the shadows cast by others, and make a name for myself. But to join with him, I cannot…

“I see you are still plagued with doubts,” Melkor observed, rising. “So let me show you what you could possess if you heed me.”

He offered his arm, and Caranthir allowed himself to be led down a paved path to a pool gilded in silver and gold. They stood side by side, while the Vala made an elegant gesture with a blackened hand, and the still water rippled as if disturbed by a pebble that had been dropped into it. And Caranthir watched, transfixed, as a vision rose to the surface of the water once it had stilled. 

He saw a mighty keep deep within the bowels of a great mountain, rich in boundless wealth and splendor. Warriors and servants and slaves and mighty beasts roamed freely throughout its many tunnels and passageways, while fires roared in great furnaces and the making of weapons and armor and objects of rare beauty could be seen. Then the water rippled again, and the vision changed. Sprites and fays and other Ainur were seated together in a chamber of dark stone, chanting and swaying, the flames of nearby candles flickering violently with the dark magic they summoned. Shades moved all around them, dreadful spirits that had left the light, and they did as they were commanded, inhabiting the forms of wolves and bats and dead things, allowing themselves to be trapped in vessels of flesh and blood. Caranthir was amazed. To hold such power, to wield the mastery of it, was more than anything he had ever dreamed of. He turned to face Melkor, overawed by what he had witnessed.

“A share of all this I am willing to give you,” Melkor said. He saw golden eyes burn like flames and recognized for himself the slow-creeping hunger for power they concealed. And now that Melkor had found the key, he knew that all he needed to do was to turn it into its proper place, and the fourth son of Fëanor would be his. “All you need to do is accept me into your heart. Accept me, Moryo, and a rich portion of what I have shown, along with my affections, will be yours.”

I would be the first elf to willingly join his cause. Nevertheless, Caranthir still dithered. To accept one such as Melkor meant to stray from the path of light and from his kin. If he left, if he pledged himself to darkness, he would never be able to return to the Blessed Realm nor see his family again.

“You still waver,” Melkor remarked, hiding his sense of triumph. Caranthir was nearly there. All he needed was a gentle shove in the right direction, and Melkor knew exactly how to do it. “Here, Moryo. Let me offer you another morsel of what you could enjoy once you pledge yourself to me.”

Without warning, he leaned forward and kissed Caranthir on the mouth. He kissed the elf for a long while, and then he growled in triumph when his new-found follower clutched desperately at his robes, sighing and kissing him back with something akin to raw hunger. Caranthir had indeed been hungry, and he feasted like an elf that had denied a great many things for an age. His kiss became mostly teeth and tongue, and Melkor more than allowed it. He wrapped his arms around him and offered all that he was willing to give. The elf accepted what was given and yielded easily, growing pliant in the Vala’s embraces and losing himself in Melkor’s smoky fragrance, the welcomed heat of his breath, and the sweet taste of his mouth. And then Melkor drew back, exulting.

Caranthir was his. He could see it in the lust flaring in the elf’s startling eyes.

“That was all so good,” Melkor began, “but it is not enough. Come with me, Moryo, and let me take you somewhere more secluded. I wish to show you the joys of flesh cleaving to flesh.”

What is there for me here, truly? The elf regarded him, then looked over his shoulder at the path he walked down on. What chance is there for me to achieve what I desire if I remain here? And to master the powers that he showed me, to taste more of what he is willing to offer—his knowledge, his body...

When he turned to face him again, a decision had been made.

“Long have I craved to experience this,” he confessed, flushing. “Lead on, my lord.”

Original image: Ed Robertson/Unsplash

#dark romance series #caranthir #melkor #caranthir x melkor #the silm #the silmarillion #the silm fanfiction

[animecinnamonroll99]

Octane x FEM! Reader part 17

So sorry about the long delay. Life kinda got in the way after a bout of writer's block. Should I start a tag list for those who are really invested in this?

A bit angsty but it resolves itself!

Masterlist

After about three hours of helping Ramya I headed back to the compound. The weather was nice and cool after the rain the night prior and I used it as an opportunity to think things over a little more clearly. Tavi has always been a man of action over words and seeing as he’s not the biggest fan of any emotion unless it's the joy from his adrenaline rushes, it could have been his way of telling me that things were over. 

As I walked into the compound everyone’s attention fell onto me and it started to make me feel a little uncomfortable. “What’s up?” I hesitantly asked. There was a collective pause as everyone looked at each other and seemed to come to the same conclusion. After a few more moments of silence there was a general murmur of 'nothing' before everyone went back to what they were doing before I walked in. Giving my head a shake I head off to my room in the complex for a quick shower and a change of clothes. 

As hours, days and several games passed, Tavi seemed to have been avoiding me as much as possible. When we're placed on the same team he only talked to me when he needed to and without any of his normal banter. The drastic change didn't go unnoticed by fans and media alike and they were all asking the same question, 'what happened to Apex's speediest couple.' 

There happened to be a duo game today and I was hoping and praying that I got anyone, but Tavi. At this point I'd gladly trade him for Caustic if I could, or listen to Revenant talk about how many different ways he would kill me if I failed to help him win a game, but alas the odds weren't in my favor as the list of partners popped up. 

Today's game also happened to be a charity game where everyone got to pay to pick a theme. Which just so happened to be 'beach day'. Walking over to my dresser I start digging through the bathing suits I have when a knock sounds at my door before it opens. I turn to come face to face with Loba in a striking red bikini and a matching sheer tied cover across her hips. 

"Hello beautiful, I decided you need my help getting back at lover boy after what happened." She stated as she walked over and hip checked me away from the drawer I was previously digging through. "Me, I need to get back at Tavi? Are we sure this isn't to take your mind off your failing relationship with Valk?" I question as Loba pulls out bikinis and one piece alike shaking her head at each one before chucking it to a random corner. Instead of answering me she finishes going through the drawer and produces a pair of black side corset bikini bottoms with a scrunched but and a black bikini top with green fishnet on the cups and extra long strings that wrap around the torso. "Wear this with some strappy black sandals." Is all she says before exiting my room, still avoiding my questions.

Getting on the dropship half an hour later I'm greeted by wolf whistles from the majority of the male population. I just roll my eyes and head over to Fuse and Bloodhound. "Think you can run in those flip flops Walter?" I question, to which he replies with a full bellied laugh. "If I need ta run I'll ditch the shoes." He replies and Hound shakes their head in dismay. Giving them a once over I realized that they decided to sport a full body surf suit. 

Drop ship reached its destination: 'King's Canyon'.  The metallic female voice announced above us as a holographic map appeared in the center of the drop ship. My wrist gear lights up as my earpiece buzzes to life with Octane's voice "let's land over here." I glanced down to see that he decided on the Market. "Sure, just don't die too quick," I ok and walk towards one of the pads that'll lower for the jump. 

Seconds later I'm soaring down to the building and taking notice of the 6 other teams that land nearby. Hitting the ground running I'm quick to grab the first gun I see. A Mozambique and a CAR thinking fast, I rush up the steps in front of me and into the room on my left. In the room I find a set of syringes and a shield battery. Walking in a bit further I spot a Sentinel which I'm quick to swap for the Mozambique. Just as I get ready to leave the room Tavi’s voice is in my ears again, "enemy trap here." A quick glance tells me it's right outside the corner of my room, just before the stairs. "Thanks." I say before the line goes dead.

Sighing I walk out the other door and right into an enemy. The guy is stalky at best with no real discernible features due to the strange mask he wore. "Enemy attacking." I just barely shout into my coms before the guy lifts me off the ground by my neck. I grapple around trying to get my hands on one of my guns while simultaneously trying to land a kick on the male so he'll drop me. A rapid succession of fire and the guy drops me and falls down to shield himself with the knock down. 

Before I can register what happened I'm dragged back into the room I just left so I can regain my breath. I stand up just in time to see Tavi’s green trunks and bare back as he ducks out the door and back into the fights happening all around us. It's been months and he's still this cold to me? I don't think there's a chance to save any of this. I think to myself as I head back into the fray just in time to save him from getting a Mastiff shot to the back from Caustic. 

After the fighting finished off in Market we quickly moved to rotate to Pit in a quick succession of fights and little to no talking. Taking cover in the building near Pit we take a moment to breathe as I look at the feed. "Four squads left." I inform Octane, only to be met yet again with silence. At this point I can't hold it anymore.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shouted, causing Tavi to jolt and spin so he was facing me. "We have one little fucking fight and you just up and leave me. No explanation, no chances to make things right, nothing. You left me in the damn rain to find my own way back all because you couldn't take what I was saying. Pathetic for the man who chooses to risk his life for people's entertainment-" Octane held up his hands and started to try and speak up "-no you've had your chance to speak, to try and make things right. This is my time to speak and you're going to stand there and fucking listen-" my rant gets cut off by a siren and bombs. Needing to get the anger out in a more constructive way (and to hide my frustrated tears)  I rushed out of the building and into the fray. 

I open fire at Gibraltar, my vision red and blood list rushing through my veins, I failed to hear Octane's warning or notice Rampart approaching with Sheila at the ready. The next thing I knew everything was black. 

Waking up I find myself in the medbay on the ship. I groaned and let my head fall back onto the pillow just as the door to the room opened. “Chica?” his familiar voice called out to me. I know that he knows I’m awake, but I honestly don’t feel like talking to him at the moment. “Go away Octavio.” I state as I turn onto my side facing away from the door. “Back to the first name, damn you must be really hurt.” in that sentence something inside me just snaps. Sitting up I turn and glare at the green haired devil “Hurt?” I questioned, “Hurt you say, I must be hurt?” I rhetorically asked again. “It’s not like my boyfriend had left me in a park absolutely confused as to if he broke up with me or not, all because he couldn’t stand what I was saying. Or could it be that AFTER all of that he gave me the cold shoulder for MONTHS with no reason, nothing, not even telling me if he just needed space for a while to sort things out. So, yeah, maybe just maybe I AM HURTING LIKE HELL.” I ranted. During the outburst I had unknowingly gotten up from the bed and stalked Tavi into a corner. Before either one of us could say something further, Ajay walked into the room. “I was just coming in to check up on (y/n), but since you’re here O we also need ta talk.” Ajay interjected into the tensed silence. 

As Ajay talked to Tavi, she checked out my injuries that were having some difficulties healing after the match. I just tuned them out wondering if the woman wrapping my torso with clean dressings will still be talking to the guy I’m avoiding for me to run back to my room or take him away with her so, I didn’t have to continue the inevitable conversation pertaining to the current strain in whatever relationship we have. I was silently praying to Bloodhound's old gods all the while. Once Ajay was finished with me, she stated that I had to stay in medbay until we got back to the compound. 

Once Ajay was gone I kept my eyes pointedly on my lap. “We really need to talk this out since you seem to be all in your head about it.” Before I could snap back Octane pushed forward not giving me an opportunity, “I know I stranded you there, but it was only momentarily. You were gone before I came back for you. Yes i didn't like what you were saying, was it the truth,” he shrugs noncommittally “maybe, I don't know for sure. Pops hasn't been answering any questions I ask about that night. When I got back to the compound everyone was telling me to give you space and that you'd come to me when you were ready. I wanted to apologize, completely out of character I know. I've been trying to figure out who I can trust and how much I can give back in return. What I learned is that I don't like fighting with you, nor do I like being able to talk to you or hold you. Do you think you could forgive me for my foolishness?” I decided to sit there and truly think over what Tavi said before replying, “I think it'll take more than just this and that we'll have to reestablish our trust in each other, eventually yes i think i can.”

#octane x reader #apex legends #octavio silva #love story #octane #gibraltar #ajay che #bloodhound #bathing suit

[feluka]

i just dont understand! like statistically speaking even the worst people wouldve at some point in their life would at least find other horrible people to get along with. am i even beyond that? because i know everyone struggles with thinking people secretly hate them but it's so hard to defeat those thoughts when there's so much PROOF. like why did the teacher make the other kids sit next to me as a punishment? why do i have to email the TA every time telling them i cant find a group to do the project with because nobody wanted me and then the TA has to forcibly place me into any group MUCH to the very obvious dismay of said group? why have i spent 14 years in the same place every day and people still don't know my name there? i cant possibly be that bad when the person who beat me every day of my fucking life is always surrounded with so many friends and is never alone! truly WHAT am i doing wrong

#abuse tw #for the last part #me: says im going to sleep #me: OH AND ONE LAST THING #i *am* going to sleep rn though to avoid thinking about the fact that im def oversharing and should not be saying that much about myself. #not here at least. good night!

[justawhimm]

you’re real

fandom: cyb//erp//unk 2077 summary: it's the first time he's really been alone with derry since she's been born. being the extrovert he is, though, he's losing his mind a little with the lack of people around to talk to. at least derry's a pretty good listener. this series explores the births of his four children and some moments of his parenting style toward each of them.

chapters: 2/8

content warnings: mention of alcohol use, mention of initial resentment toward an unborn children, mention familial issues

notes: Just a reminder that Derry isn't my creation! She's from the Cyb/erpu/nk TTRPG sourcebook known as Cyb//erGen//erat//ions, but has since been deemed noncanon. But! I liked the idea of her, so I'm writing about her.

Current Year: Early 2007 Kerry's Age: 19

cross posted on ao3

Being forced into a vacation wasn't necessarily how he was expecting the end of the tour to look like. … Ok, that sounded stupid as soon as he thought it out completely. Of course he would've had to have a break, regardless of whether he was still pregnant by the end of tour or not. Kinda inevitable and all of that. The part Kerry really hated and didn't expect to be an issue was the fact that he had to miss Nancy's wedding because he was fresh off giving birth and the idea of taking the baby on a plane sounded like a special kind of torture.

Nancy assured him it was fine. There wasn't much they could do about it. She insisted someone would record the ceremony, so he'd be able to watch it all with the rest of the band once everyone got back.

So, that left him. Alone. With his new daughter.

Derry Eur/ody/ne's birth had been all over the screamsheets for a while, unsurprisingly. What did surprise him was the fact that he'd actually decided to keep her. How? Well… fuck, he still wasn't totally sure yet. Just about a month postpartum, he was still struggling to figure out the details. There was a lot to think about. But honestly, he couldn't stand the idea of giving her to anyone else anymore. She was his. His tiny, insufferable virus. 

That sentiment had changed a lot over the weeks, though. He thought he was going to hate her from the moment he set eyes on her, but that was far from the truth of the matter. No, no… fuck, it really wasn't difficult to realize within just a few hours that he adored her. And much to the dismay of Johnny, he actually liked her name, too. 

What was so bad about it, after all? Sure, it was unconventional, but he thought it fit her pretty damn well. If she hated it, then whatever. She could change it when she got older. He didn't give a fuck. It was her life.

Back to the matter at hand.

For the first time since the day she was born, Kerry was alone with his daughter.

His bandmates and best friends were gone, off at the wedding. Probably getting drunk. God, he wished that was him. Kerry didn't really have contact with his parents anymore. Yeah, that was… mostly on him (Long story. He wouldn't dwell on it in his mind for long). That left him without anyone to rely on but himself.

It wasn't really like he was swimming in eddies, either. So hiring a nanny or something just wasn't an option. Hell, even getting any help from Johnny when he was home was almost impossible to attain. His kid, his problem, apparently. Guess he got that, yeah, but fuck. He would've hoped that maybe Johnny would have a single compassionate bone in his whole damn body.  Sometimes that was just asking way too much out of him.

Derry's little gurgles pulled Kerry out from letting his mind wander. Brown eyes trailed down to look at the baby girl on his chest, smiling at her slightly. That was one thing that kept him from getting too pissy with the idea of being a dad: the fact that she was so fuckin' cute.

"You sure sound like you're havin' a hell of a time," He remarked, pecking the top of her head. "Bet you're about as bored as I am, lil' Derry-Berry. All you've got ta do is eat, sleep, and shit. Can't even play with the toys your Aunt Denny got ya yet. Poor baby. Just… stuck with your dear ol' dad." Kerry sighed. He was beginning to feel ridiculous, talking to her like this. What was the point? Or maybe he was just so lonely and bored that he didn't give much of a shit.

"Ain't it pathetic, kid?" Kerry adjusted how he sat, his hold on her. He held her in a way where she was practically sitting at the end of his torso, his hands keeping her up and his fingers supporting her neck and head. It was hard not to smile at her, seeing her peer at him with those big eyes. "Dad's just… talkin' to you, but you don't really talk back. And I never really know what the fuck I'm doin'. Not like that's too much of a surprise, though. Don't think I ever know what I'm doin' in life. Your lolo and lola would probably already hate how I'm raisin' you, but… I'm doing my best."

Derry blinked at him, making a little "o" briefly with her mouth. She was so fuckin' cute, Kerry could hardly stand it. Bringing her closer, he'd press his lips to her cheek to make it squish against her face slightly. With that, he'd adjust how he held her again. He would let her lie back down in his arms, sitting himself up properly so he could look down at her.

"I don't think I'll do too bad… Doubt I'd be the worst dad in the world. Not by a long shot. I don't know who you're gonna be yet, but hopefully I'll instill a little bit of patience in that cute baby face of yours! 'Cause trust me, you'll need it when it comes to me. I'll get it eventually. You just might need to sit my ass down and tell me how it is sometimes. Yeah. Yeah… Just have some faith in me, Derry. I know I was a piece of shit while you were doing all your growing shit, but I wanna do right by you. I might still act like an asshole sometimes, but I promise I love you."

But that wasn't enough, and Kerry knew that. As much as he knew his parents loved him, they didn't give a shit about what he wanted. It was out of caring, out of love, but it'd caused more damage than anything else. Kerry never wanted that with Derry.

"I wanna listen to you. I want you to love me, too."

#mayternity #implied mpreg #implied tmpreg #emmi writes

[blametheeditor]

Jeremy Messed Up: Chapter 2

NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

The Sequel To Mike Messed Up  

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Mike was just a night guard waiting to be killed by the end of the week. Now, he is the proud, and soon to be sole owner, of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Business is booming, animatronics are teeming with life, and Foxy is back in the spotlight after so many years. Even so, the dark past of Freddy's is slowly encroaching upon them. One with more ties than they could ever imagine.

Content Warnings: Mentions of death, want to harm someone, cursing (lots of cursing), mentions of being followed

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Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy all freeze at hearing the person Freddy announced, looking toward the man having just walked into the restaurant with recognition. And, much to Mike's dismay, joy as well.

Alright, so this 'Mr. Emily' knew the four and Mr. Fuck. Big deal. He upgraded them and give Freddy wicked awesome powers to protect the restaurant and everyone inside it! And he was the owner, way better looking than this taller, much stronger, totally rocking the plain t-shirt and blue jean pants, charming smile, warm eyes, though calculating look.

What a complete and utter jackass! Making Mike think he was jealous. Of this guy? Yeah right!

...he's totally jealous.

Goddamn him.

"When you work under Freddy Fazbear," Mr. Seal begins, giving a pointed yet respectful look toward the man standing before them. It's received with a sigh before those warm green eyes look down at Mike with a small smile.

"I can relate to that. Thank you for everything you've done. Hopefully the rest of your years will be much more rewarding."

Freddy doesn't even acknowledge the now former owner of his home leaving once more, and this time for good.

He wanted to relish in the fact the person who deserved to be stuffed inside a Fazbear suit would never come back. That his family was finally safe from him, as well as innocent lives. So many people, the fathers and mothers of the children they live to entertain, dead because of his greed. The bastard deserved hell for what he's done, even if the animatronics never should have restored to murder in the first place.

But he couldn't. Because this man, the one looking up at him with a saddened and yet prideful expression, was even more important than telling Mr. Seal to get the fuck out of his restaurant.

Possibly even more important than Mike considering he let go of said human to properly greet him.

"Dude!" the younger man exclaims, forced to quickly catch himself as Freddy goes and abandons him. His weird episode had long since passed, but it was the fucking fact he didn't even check that really pissed him off.

"Why did you-!"

"Mr. Emily!"

Mike stares as all four animatronics dart past him to greet the newcomer. Chica bouncing up and down on the heels of her feet. Foxy practically lighting up the entire room with his excitement. Bonnie grinning like a madman and speaking practical nonsense. Freddy standing protectively beside him as they speak.

What. The fuck. Just happened.

"Mr. Emily! It's been so long!" The chicken exclaims. Her wings quickly pick up the little girl begging for her attention, cooing as the innocent giggle echoes around them. Her magenta eyes stayed locked on the man brightening up at the sight of them.

"You know I tried to come by sooner. But it seems you've handled yourself pretty well."

"Yeah right," Bonnie huffs, a mock glare on his face. "We've been doing terrible! Where the...hay were you when we needed you!"

"Ye know th' answer ta tha', lad," Foxy gently interrupts. He doesn't even yelp as a little boy yanks on his tail yet again in the want for attention.

Maybe Mike should try that. And what the hell did Bonnie mean by doing terrible! HELLO! Currently standing right FUCKING HERE!

"You shouldn't need an answer like that," the man begins, looking at the fox with shining eyes as he seems to recognize something, almost gasping even as he stares.

"You've really been fixed. Oh my God you're fixed."

Mike bristles when that once yanked upon tail begins to wag at the statement. Wag. He never got a reaction like that! Foxy claimed he wasn't a dog over and over again, making sure everything done with the fluffy ass thing was a swish or something only a fox would do. But a wag?

...he shouldn't be jealous. Damn it they saved his life!

He upgraded them, helped them stop the senseless murders that were the real reason this place was going out of business. But it's clear this man had a long history with them. Smiling and talking to each other, one of the few people who actually treats them like they deserve to be rather than mindless machines. And, again, saved his life. Gave him this restaurant. A place to stay and feel wanted and-

"We all know ye coulda done better, matey."

Mike couldn't take it anymore. With the spin of his heel, he then walks right back into the security/manager office to get back to work.

If they wanted to talk to Mr. I'm So Fucking Perfect, then fine. Be that way. He has loads of better things to do! With Mr. Fuck gone, he can do whatever the hell he wants! That's right, like eat cake! Play on the tablet! Lock the doors! Do paperwork!

Oh, right. Paperwork. Yaaaaaaay.

"I don't know."

Freddy watches attentively as the very person he's been silently pleading to finally see after so many years looks over Foxy, hands tracing over the patched spots of fur before unlocking the panel and peering at the machinery inside.

"This is brilliant work. I really don't think I could've done better," their companion answers truthfully, a bit surprised if he was being honest.

The reports given stated Mike as incompetent if a little reckless. Granted placing an animatronic placed out of commission for a reason into a show without extra security measures was incredibly dangerous. That's not including allowing every animatronic to stand of 'free roaming' mode every second of the day.

However, seeing the animatronics before him, Foxy included...

There might be more they need to discuss than was originally planned.

"He redesigned you a little bit, actually."

"He did?" Bonnie questions, quickly leaning in to see exactly what Mike had done to their friend.

What the hell had he been thinking! If he remembers correctly, Foxy was never shut off the entire process of being patched up, and even after he was at least put back together and needed a bit more of deeper repairs, their friend never even went into sleep mode.

Designing him could've killed him if left like that!

"Beautifully done, though," the man murmurs, a grin tugging at his lips at seeing Freddy's displeased expression.

"Did it without turning him off."

"Would've done the same."

Chica holds a smug look toward the purple bunny as he stares down at their companion with shock. She doesn't comment other than battering her eyes when he secretly flips her off. Although, he might as well only be pointing at her. Four fingers instead of five.

"Ye be thinkin' I be better this way?" Foxy asks, curious as to what was being thought.

"Definitely. No possible way for the oil to flood your systems if something breaks, a real drainage system in place than what I originally had."

"Still don't like how he could've fucked him up, Mr. Emily."

"Oh hush. I did it all the time."

Freddy smiles as those green eyes find him once more with a smirk before nodding toward where Mike stood.

"Mind if I borrow him for a moment?"

"Of course not."

Problem was, the younger man wasn't anywhere to be found. As if he disappeared. Possibly even taken away when their backs were turned.

"Freddy," their companion begins, earning a panicked expression in return. "He's in the office."

"Oh. Well-"

"And I promise you can visit him. But I sort of ignored him on accident, though."

Bonnie hesitates at the tone being used, a secret code almost as their leader nods once. And with those blue eyes looking sharply toward the little kids pouting after the animatronics spoke to the random stranger, the four finally disperse to entertain them.

Leaving Mike who was still pissed off about being essentially abandoned to be stuck with Mr. I'm So Fucking Perfect all alone. Forgotten once again in favor of something much more important than him.

"Surprised they didn't follow you. Especially when they're completely smitten with your perfect face, apparently," the younger man begins when their special guest suddenly appears at the office doorway. Only the quiet sound of laughter from the comment emits before a shrug.

"Not much different from how they interact with you, I'm assuming?"

"Damn you."

The man rolls his eyes before walking inside. His attention is quickly earned as those blue eyes lock onto him from the movement, most likely fearful of what could possibly happen. He is simply offered a hand to shake, one with confidence and regret seemingly attached to it.

"Allow me to introduce myself."

Mike couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the man he's shaking hands with seems to grow...older. A type of older that made him look twenty years over the late twenty's presence displayed when he first walked through the doors. One that stated he has the entire world on his shoulders. A burden he will always bare.

"My name is Henry Emily."

That's when it clicks. Henry. As in, the co-founder of Freddy Fazbear's. Henry Emily. His essential boss. The one who's contract he's apparently broken.

That's also when the handshake turns into an iron grasp, those once warm green eyes turned piercing as they lock onto him mercilessly.

"And Mike, we need to talk."

Prologue  |  Chapter 1  |  Chapter 2  |  Chapter 3  |  Chapter 4  |  Chapter 5  |  Chapter 6  |  Chapter 7  |  Chapter 8  

#I definitely mentally checked out after 'Tober #it was lot's of fun and I enjoyed it! #But MAN does it take a lot out of you! #and right before it started I thought about mayyyybe I should get November prepped so it was ready #but then I got lazy so here we are! #my life also had a good but significant shift #so getting used to my new schedule has been an interesting challenge! #now that everything's calm down #I hope to do a ton more writing #especially with BATIM having finally got it's sequal! #lots of good inspiration ^^ #hope ya'll have a great day! #older writing #FNAF #Jeremy Messed Up #BTE writing #cw #content warning

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hello 👋🏽 I was wondering if you could do a marvel and harry potter matchup for me? 

I would love it if both of them could be men…? And preferably Loki for marvel💚

I am a Leo INTJ 3w4 slytherin. I am very closed off and cold hearted to people and my work is my top priority, everything else is second. I want to be an endocrinologist and I have my whole life planned out. I have been described as charming and manipulative and basically a female version of tom riddle. I am ambitious and intelligent and will do anything to get what I want. My morals are somewhat compromised as I get into people’s good books to use them for my benefit…

However, if I am to be in a relationship, then I would definitely turn into a doe eyed little girl. I have only had this with one person so far in my life but whenever they talk to me I turn into a doe eyed baby and listen to whatever they say. I’m touch-starved and crave someone to hold me and look after me since I’m so tired of looking after myself. So I would love someone who’s strong and powerful and would protect me. I also want to be their number one and be their top priority as they would be mine.

Hope it’s not too much! Thank you 💚

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

For marvel I ship you with:

Loki🐍

And

Thor⚡️

Your father was the God of chaos, a man so evil that he was killed by Odin himself.

You were evil and the Queen of choas taking on the title.

You were of course thought to be a princess one similar to Freya, a woman of kindness but that had everyone fooled.

You acted the part in revenge for your father.

You were kind hearted however Thor even fell harder then he should.

You had no idea until the day he confessed and you went along with it.

Loki's eyes weren't deceived, let's just say he knows trickery.

Loki was of course taken by your beauty but not even the facade fooled him.

He planned on a marriage for an arrangement for your father so he could be powerful.

You were kidnapped by him and planned on marrying.

Thor found out after you betrayed the throne and Odin fell into a coma.

You would be the desire of men, Loki as the snake and you as eve.

If you marry Loki, you would be trapped in his dimension and only allowed to roam to earth when he says so. Your child is a evil God or goddess and they would have your hair and his eyes.

If you marry Thor your more free, you would live on as guard. You would have a God or goddess child that's good with his eyes and his hair.

For harry potter I ship you with:

Tom Riddle🍏

You were friends with his father, you were planning on marrying tom once you got out of hogwarts.

Tom is rather fond of you acting like a couple as soon as you arrive.

Your father was in fact secretly a dark wizard.

Your mother is unknown.

He would say the only thing he could fall in love with is himself.

Tom would be quite powerful and to bellatrixs dismay you won his heart.

Tom would literally be possessive of you.

If you marry him, your child is a half blood. They would be attractive with his features and yours.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨️

#marvel matchup #marvel matchups open #harry potter matchup #harry potter matchups open

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 7, Part 4

Yorks are all done! I know, I'm also amazed I managed to limit it to 4 parts. In this part Deanna thinks about her future, preteen Kelly arrives on the scene, and I try to have a science fair (emphasis on try)

Paris is Deanna's girlfriends so of course she's gonna get a 16th birthday cake and customary makeover. Kelly may be evil but I'm trying to help him get friends. He still doesn't see the point in being friends with family though.

Deanna: Thank you so much for agreeing to this

Joey: No sweat sis, happy to bake

Calista: So strawberry

Deanna: Of course, she loves pink

Joey: So we're making your girlfriend a non-birthday, birthday cake

Deanna: Basically, shouldn't you measure that

Joey: Trust the process De, and grab a bowl

Deanna: Me and cooking don't make the best pair

Calista: Come on honeybug, it's a chance to learn

Deanna: I won't have to toss stuff around

Joey: Only if you want to

Deanna: I suppose I could do icing, that seems simple enough

The three manage to successfully cook together, only took 2 sim hours

Deanna: What are you doing Joey

Joey: Don't you have homework to do

Deanna: I suppose

Homework today is a breeze despite Joey hurtling around the kitchen

Joey: Ta da, a back up

Aaron: A back up?

Joey: Yeah, if someone eats the cake strawberry cake, since it doesn't have a topper, you have a back up

Kelly invited over Anya after school today and she is in a bad mood. While most of the family is in the kitchen Kelly tries to take her mind off things. Turns out there's not many kid activities, shocking. Video games it is. The game makes her feel better but now Kelly is mad at losing the game.

Kelly: What are we doing

Anya: Cloud gazing

Kelly: There's no clouds in the sky though

Anya: So bask in the light rays and use your imagination, there's a warthog

Kelly: And a pack of hyenas coming to eat him

Anya: And an elephant to stomp on them

Kelly: Blood goes everywhere

Anya: You're so weird

Deanna: Wait, it's cheer day? Or is it football day?

Paris: Played sims, never dressing for the occasion

Deanna: Notice anything

Paris: Someone left a free cake on the table

Deanna: It's for you silly. You're 16 now

Paris: Aww you remembered

Deanna: Want to dig in

Paris: Everyone, come have my cake

Reece: Did you actually make this

Deanna: Well, Ma and Joey mainly, but I made the icing

Paris: Cake for breakfast, I feel like such a rebel

Tamika: You don't want any Lilith?

Lilith: I need to think about my football physique

Reece: Way to make me feel bad for having some

Noe: You'll be fine dude

Paris: Thank you for this

Deanna: I'm glad you like it

Tamika: So what will you do with your 16-ness

Paris: Nothing crazy

Noe: Crazy is good

Paris: I got an advance on my clothing allowance so I might check out what Thriftea has

Deanna: Will you change your hair? Add some pink?

Paris: Wait and see

First class of the day. Samir walks in late without a shirt... I'm guessing this is his fitness outfit or whatever the category is called. When he sits down even Noe gets flirty despite being straight, Reece gets uncomfortable. This can't be appropriate school attire but the teacher doesn't flinch.

Business class carries on with the students paying various amounts of attention. You're meant to be on the path to embracing the hustle and bustle guys! When the class ends Deanna checks in on her girlfriend. After the cake neither of them is feeling hungry so they decide to head outside to relax.

Foreign languages is harder than normal as the teacher doesn't prepare the whiteboard. It doesn't last long though, then Deanna and Paris are free to go shopping. After browsing through a few racks, and trying on some outfits, Paris finds some she likes. She also gets a haircut and new makeup.

Back home, now preteen 10 year old Kelly is surprised to find his older sister Devin at the door. Initial joy turns to dismay when he hears she's there to babysit him until an adult gets home. Feeling he's quite old enough to look after himself he begins insulting her and giving his best arguments.

Arriving home to the nonsense Aaron puts his foot down. First off Kelly is grounded for being mean. Imagine my surprise to discover grounding can also include banning devices and toys. No TV for Kelly. Next up he gets put in a time out for arguing with his sister. Reluctantly he sits down.

Kelly spends his time out fuming over the situation. His pa is a lawyer, all he does is argue with people for money. Why is it that when Kelly argues it's suddenly bad behaviour? He knows he only has level 3 mental skill but how does that make sense? As soon as he's free he speeds off on his bike.

Finally the Science Fair Deanna requested is here! Unfortunately it goes about as well as Reece's football day, i.e. a comedy of errors. First off all students seem to stay indoors, knew I shouldn't have placed that many computers. Deanna completes what I think is a game submission for the contest?

Deanna buys a computer team shirt, I go to CAS to style it properly as the weather changed. When I get back the competition judge and vendor leave. Then some students and other faculty members appear. I get Deanna to do another competition entry but can't submit it and the event ends with no winner.

When she gets home she goes right to bed. Her parents are already asleep so guess what Kelly is doing? That's right, he's watching the TV despite being grounded, and laughing manically about it. He manages to not get caught and heads to bed happy.

Exam day, best day of the week, or not. I tend to always follow my sims to exam day or they end up failing regardless of if they have studied or have a good grade. Lunch starts and I begin my normal snopping on background sims. Why does Samir look so sad? Reece is talking to a Lothario, that's why.

As fun as it is to snoop on background sims it is still Deanna's rotation. She is feeling extremely confident today and doesn't hold back on PDA with her girlfriend. Tamika is feeling pretty stressed so Deanna tries to calm her. It doesn't work so Deanna runs through some tips for their next exam.

These two are both looking overconfident and I love that for them.

Deanna: Did you study for this

Reece: I am a genius but yes

Deanna: How are things going with Samir

Reece: I'd rather talk about you

Deanna: Since when

Reece: Since the watcher saw you queue up a talk about marriage interaction

Deanna: How would you know that

Reece: Genius sims get to know we're in a simulation now

Deanna: It got cancelled, did the watcher tell you that

Reece: Still, you wanted to talk about it

Deanna: Maybe, I just hate to think of her alone in that foster home. I'm aging up next time it's my rotation, I have to start thinking of the future

Reece: I know what you mean, can't be teens forever

After school it's still a beautiful summers day in Willow Creek so Kelly again takes off biking around the neighbourhood. Paris comes home with Deanna after school. The two sit and flirt and Deanna thinks about the future. She's sure she's in love, but can she and Paris be this happy forever?

Aaron has not had a great work day so when Calista arrives home she asks him out on a date. It's Friday and their rotation is ending so completing or not completing work tasks will have no effect. They head to the Willow Creek lounge where I basically shoved a pile of activities under one roof.

The couple spend time catching up, flirting, and gossiping about coworkers and their kids. They also make use of the karaoke machines, singing a poor duet happily. That's the end of the Yorks this rotation. Next time Deanna ages up, and Kelly might finally get his sleepover.

Previous Part ... Next Part (Chopra)

#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #Rotation7 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #YorkHousehold #KellyYork #DeannaYork #JoeyYork #CalistaYork #AaronYork #ParisPearl #ReeceFoster #SamirHadji #R0703

[unbound-dreams]

New Muse Arrival: Taika Virtanen

“I’m a legend on my world, you know, you should take me seriously-.. wait, is that a book of anti-Faery wards? I can help you out if you let me get a peek...!”. 

(Art not by me! Drawn, commissioned from, and uploaded with permission from @queenieboo22 )

Name: Taika Virtanen

Nickname: Tai, 'Ka, Wind Friend

Physical Age: 8 Original Age: 33-38 Actual Age (in terms of Larutan):  600-800 years old

Gender: Female

Race: Fae-Touched (Formerly Human, Changeling)

Abilities: Powerful Wind Magic, ability to conjure powerful winds, affect the weather, flight on good days... But has extreme trouble controlling it in child form. Can temporarily revert to adult form when filled with determination, fully powered in this form

Personality: Paranoid, curious, studious, annoyed, stubborn.

Dream: To never have to worry about being captured by faeries again...

Backstory:

A powerful legend in her home world of Larutan, everyone knew the tales of Taika Virtanen, the Wind Witch who once split a mountain in two with a powerful bolt of lightning. creator of a storm powerful enough to form the great lake Virtanen, and decider of many a great battle, she hailed from a somewhat cold region to the north, famous for drawings of a strange, faery-like creature (Whom she also adores very much... secretly).

Her enemies feared her, her allies respected her, her students looked to her to guidance, Taika was always on the lips of those who knew about her.

Then... one day... she simply vanished. No one quite knew exactly what happened to the powerful wind witch!

Did she give up her physical body to become one with the wind?

Did Faeries take her away?

Did the gods punish her for her hubris and seal her away into Lake Virtanen? None knew... but her legend remained, famous to all, living on into the present day...

...

But, what really happened? She was kidnapped by faeries! And not just any faeries... faeries loyal to the Twilight Princex Maxime, who wished to give the child a playmate who could entertain them with magic, and since she was so powerful and famous... she unfortunately fit the bill.  Maxime at first didn't think she was very entertaining, given her haughty and stuck-up nature. Why was she such a stick in the mind!?

Figuring that if she wasn't so old, she'd be a lot funner to play with, Maxime cast a spell upon the Witch, removing years of life and time from her body, reducing her from a powerful witch into a mere child of eight years old. She still had her wind magic, barely diminished at all, but it became much harder to control, and worse yet, sometimes she fell into childish moments of "empty headed" moments, which shocked and dismayed the witch greatly. But Maxime thought it was such a rousing success, that he "Blessed" his first playmate by making it permanent! Making her an unaging, eternal child.

Though she could temporarily lift the spell and return to her adult form, it took a lot of effort, and she had to spend a lot of that entertaining her new prince, even if she hated it sometimes. Time went on, and Taika's body began to gain some other changes... most prominent being elongated elfen ears... and a prominent star marking on her face, sometimes it was a single star, other times two (Especially when near Maxime), and other times it split apart into what looked like a sea of star freckles Then... after what felt like only two months, the Twilight Prince sighed wistfully and said  "Sorry Taika, I'm bored of you now, you can go! You can keep being a kid, though!" And without another word, Taika was returned to a mortal world... ... But not Larutan! She was deposited onto an entirely random mortal world... still a child, still with semi-diminished magic, and still with some lapses in thought! And worse still, Maxime did not "Sync" her with the Fair Lands, whenever she is in the Fair Lands, days, weeks, months... even years pass by in the mortal worlds, and even when she would return to Larutan, she would five that 400 years had passed since she went missing.

Now something of a wanderer, Taika wanders the mortal worlds, hoping to find a way to lift the curse Maxime set upon her (or at least weaken it), return to her home world of Larutan, and simply attempt to regain the life she once had. But, even so, she still has to be careful, other Faeries seek her, and Maxime has once more sought out to regain his first playmate, feeling horrible for what he did to her, he simply wants to be her friends and make things right! With threats and problems of all kinds, mortal, fae, and otherwise, Taika has a lot to deal with. Sometimes, she's even recaptured by Maxime to be her playmate again, and is forced to wear a horribly gaudy dress by his guardians... ... But, she always escapes and regains her original clothes.

It's a stressful, fast paced life, and despite it alll... She keeps going. ... And sometimes she can't deny... Eternal Youth is pretty great...

#new muse added #oc rp-

[teenwolffanclub-me]

How Drunk Are You? (Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

Summary: You and your best friend, Stiles, can’t decide who’s more drunk after a night out with the pack. It doesn’t take long for your little competition to get out of hand.

Word count: 4,752

Warnings: drunk (but consensual) sexy times

Notes: I got this idea while drunk and may have gotten a little carried away but this one really just spoke to me so here ya go 😅

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You tumble out of the Uber, nearly falling flat on your face before a firm hand juts out of the car to steady you.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” Stiles chuckles from behind you as he steps out onto the sidewalk. “You’re way more fucked up than I thought.”

You twirl around to face him, nearly losing your balance for the second time. You furrow your brows and poke a finger into his chest harshly.

“You, sir, are wrong. I’m completely sober.” You wobble a bit in your heels, and he just rolls his eyes before slamming the car door shut and waving off your driver.

He takes only one step forward before his knees buckle, almost sending him crumpling to the ground beside you. He puts a hand on your shoulder to steady himself, breaking into a fit of giggles at his own intoxicated state. He’s trying to be the responsible one but honestly, he may be more gone than you.

You can’t help but laugh along with him as you help each other to your front door. Once there, you try turning the knob before realizing with a huff that you have to unlock it first. You let go of Stiles, who nearly loses his balance again, to rummage through your purse for the keys.

The bag suddenly seems endless as you shove receipts, sticks of gum, lip gloss, and other random shit out of the way to find your keychain. Finally, after what feels like several minutes to your drunk brain, you find them.

“Ah ha!” You call triumphantly and hold them up against your dim porch light.

“Hey. I’ll prove I’m more sober.” Stiles perks up with an idea, his caramel eyes dancing with amusement. “I bet I can unlock the door without looking.”

A laugh bubbles in your chest at the image of him doing that, and you instantly hand him the keys. You don’t think he’s actually coherent enough to succeed, but you know it’ll be entertaining to watch him try.

He waggles his eyebrows at you as he takes the keys and turns so that his back is to the door. He fumbles around blindly, chewing on his bottom lip in concentration. Your breathing slows as your eyes track the movement. You swallow thickly, feeling the familiar attraction you have for your best friend—that you usually keep tightly packed away—rise to the surface.

Admittedly, you’re a horny drunk. You can’t help but flirt with everyone and anyone you encounter while out partying, including your best friends that you’d never consider sleeping with, not even while intoxicated. But Stiles was a different story.

You’d been attracted to the spaz since you met him freshman year, although it was clear nothing was going to happen due to his obsession with a certain raven haired beauty. That was a couple years ago at this point, and he’d moved on, but the two of you were much too close to act on any lingering feelings now.

You laugh again as he continually fails to unlock the door, and decide to help him out. You lean forward, your chest only an inch away from his, and wrap your fingers around his hand. He stiffens against you, but you don’t notice through your drunk haze.

You peer over his shoulder and guide the key to where it needs to be, easily unlocking the door within seconds.

“You lose.” You quip, standing up straight to smirk at him before popping the door open and skipping inside.

What you don’t see is the way Stiles stands there for several moments collecting himself. You hadn’t even done anything, he thought. You’d barely touched him and here he was, clutching his chest in an effort to slow his racing heart. He was so screwed, being alone with you right now, but he was also way too drunk to do anything about it.

He clears his throat and finally walks inside, closing and locking the door behind him. Even while completely plastered, he knows a random supernatural creature could attack at any moment. Not that a wooden door would do much to keep them out, but the action was just muscle memory at this point.

He finds you lounging on the couch, your legs dangling over the armrest. He scratches at the side of his head as his eyes trail over you, trying his best not to make his simmering lust obvious. You were easily the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and that was when you were wearing sweats.

Right now, with you laying there, your skirt riding up and your breasts peaking out from the low neckline of your crop top, he was finding it hard to control his attraction.

“It’s my turn.” You push yourself up onto your elbows and let your eyes sweep around your living room and kitchen. “I bet I can make the fries I have in my freezer without burning the whole place down.”

Stiles groans excitedly at the idea. Anything greasy sounds like the absolute best thing he could put into his stomach right now. He nods encouragingly and you sway to your feet, giggling as you almost fall once again. You take a detour and slide your heels off at the front door, sighing with content as your feet finally relax.

He follows close behind you as you prance your way into the kitchen, telling himself it’s to keep you safe but knowing it’s actually because it gives him an amazing view of your ass. You preheat the oven and pop the freezer open before crouching down to rummage through your cabinets for a pan.

Stiles wants to avert his eyes. He wants to be a respectable young man and not openly gawk at his best friend, but he can see the edge of your red lacy panties with you bending over like that. He chews on his bottom lip and watches as you search for whatever it is you’re looking for. He can’t even remember what you’re supposed to be doing with your body on display like that.

You finally find the right pan for the job and pull it out with a triumphant smile before standing upright, much to Stiles’ dismay. You place the baking sheet on the stovetop and pour out a heaping pile of fries before resealing the bag and putting them away.

You turn on your heel to face your best friend, who was still somewhat in a daze, giving him jazz hands with a big grin.

“Ta-da!” You bounce your way over to the large island in the middle of your kitchen, proud of yourself for completing the first step of your bet.

Stiles’ hooded eyes follow you, his heart racing in his chest. He honestly can’t believe how lucky he is to call you his best friend. The two of you—along with the pack of course—had gone through so much the last few years. It was a miracle any of you were still alive, although not all of you were.

It was with the realization, that life is short and that he loves the shit out of you, that he decides to throw caution to the wind. You jump up onto the island, blissfully unaware of the breakthrough he just made. He gulps, the sight of you level with him now, your mini skirt all hiked up around your thighs and your tight crop top giving him a peak of midriff almost too much to handle.

He isn’t sure if he’ll regret this in the morning, but he’s also too drunk to care. Right now, he wants you more than he’s ever wanted anything. He walks toward you slowly, his eyes trailing up and down your form as if it’s the first time he’s seeing it.

Your brows furrow at his sudden change in demeanor, the darkness swirling in his caramel eyes too hard to decipher from this distance. You watch closely as he moves forward until he’s only a foot away. He leans down, still taller than you even while you’re sitting on the counter, each of his hands bracing against the marble beside your hips.

“Stiles...?” Your voice trials off in question as you search his face.

“I bet,” He swallows down the last bit of hesitation bubbling in his throat and lets his eyes flutter down to your lips. “You won’t kiss me right now.”

Your breath catches at his words. Your eyes widen and you aren’t even sure you heard him correctly. Your mind instantly starts racing with questions. Is he just saying this because he’s drunk? Or could he possibly return the feelings you’ve been harboring for years?

To be completely honest, you don’t really care. You’ve wanted him for so long, and he looks ridiculously enticing in his red flannel and black bomber jacket. It was the alcohol that made you do it, sure, but it was more so the fact that you’ve wanted to kiss this man since you met him.

You cup the sides of his face and jerk him down to you, closing those last few inches. Your lips wrestle with his and he stiffens against you as if surprised, despite being the one to initiate this. The kiss isn’t pretty. It’s messy and heated. A battle of tongues and teeth as both of you fight for dominance.

One of his hands moves to your exposed knee, the other gripping your waist firmly. He lets out a broken moan against you, his head tilting to give him more room to devour you. Your hands tangle in his hair and you arch into him as his long fingers tentatively slide beneath the edge of your crop top.

Internally, he’s freaking the fuck out. He didn’t think you’d actually do it. He fully expected you to laugh the bet off and move on, but here you are. Kissing the shit out of him. He knows that he will never be able to come back from this moment. No matter what happens after this, he has to have you.

You pull away first, breathless, not from the kiss itself but because it’s him. It’s Stiles. Your best friend. You’re honestly a little surprised that he’s such a good kisser. Sure, he’s had girlfriends over the years, but damn.

The two of you sit painfully still for several moments. Stiles is afraid that if he moves even an inch, he’ll break whatever spell had come over you. He leans forward minutely, desperately wanting to kiss you again, but you press a hand to his chest and practically shove him away.

His eyes widen as he stumbles back, nearly falling to the floor, panic tightening in his chest. Did he fuck up? You regret it already? Is everything ruined forever?

You chew on your bottom lip as you look at him. His hair is all wild, his cheeks are flushed, his lips are plump and glistening. He’s sex on legs, and you’ve barely even gotten a taste. That one kiss is all it took to ignite the lust that’d been simmering within you all night.

You pull in a shaky breath, knowing that if you’re ever going to make a move, it has to be right now.

“I bet,” You say slowly, your voice low and sultry as you watch his eyes flicker over your face. “I can make you hard without even touching you.”

Stiles sputters silently, brain short circuiting at your words. He’s frozen in place. He wants to pump a fist into the air because this is actually happening but his muscles won’t move. He just nods, his eyes wide and mouth agape.

You giggle at his dumbstruck expression as you jump down from the island, the food on the stove completely forgotten. The edge of your lips twitch up into a smirk when you take a small step toward him and he stiffens. A surge of confidence moves through you at the sight of unmistakable desire in his eyes.

You hold his gaze as you grip the edge of your top and peel it over your head slowly. You’re suddenly very grateful that past you chose to wear your favorite matching red lacy set. Stiles’ eyes instantly trail down your exposed torso, although they keep flickering back to your breasts as if unable to look away.

You run your hands slowly along your shoulders, over your chest, and down your stomach. Stiles watches every one of your movements like they’re supplying the air he needs to breathe. You push your thumbs into the waistband of your mini skirt and pull it down a fraction of an inch before letting it go with a snap against your skin.

Stiles jumps at the sound, his glazed eyes locked onto the place your hands had just been. You take a few steps toward him, swaying slightly, and can’t help but giggle. This situation really is pretty ridiculous. You’re in your kitchen, preforming a strip tease for your best friend. It’s not something you ever thought you’d do.

You don’t stop until you’re only inches away from his heaving chest. You bat your eyelashes up at him and turn around so your back is just a hairs length from him. You bend over slowly, flicking your hair over your shoulder to look up at him as you wiggle your hips sensually.

You hear his shaky intake of breath and can’t help but smirk. If you’d known the effect you had on him, you would’ve done this years ago. He’s absolutely itching to touch you. His fingers are twitching at his sides in anticipation, but he doesn’t want to overstep your boundaries.

He wants to take you. To claim you as his. Pull you back against him and ravish you like the goddess you are. But he holds himself back. The ball is in your court, and he’s going to let you have your fun until he’s sure you’re ready for him.

You stand up straight and turn to face him, eyes skimming down to the obvious bulge at the front of his jeans. A slow smile pulls at your lips.

“You lose again.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. You’re afraid that if you speak any louder, it’ll break this tension, this electricity between you.

It’s at this moment that he snaps, his earlier thoughts instantly forgotten. He just can’t take it anymore. He’s been restraining himself for years and right now, after the show you just gave him, he can’t wait even a second longer to have you.

At once, you’re in his arms. He leans forward and captures your lips with his, sliding his palms down the backs of your legs before hiking them up around his waist. You squeal against him and tighten your thighs to hold yourself up.

His hands are on your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he blindly walks both of you toward the stairs. He doesn’t need to look. He has the entire layout of your house memorized after being here almost daily for years. He clambers up to the second floor, staggering and pausing a few times to deepen your kisses.

You feel feverish. His skin on yours is causing some sort of reaction. You’re burning up, hot crackling desire twisting in your stomach. You don’t even realize that he shoves his way through your bedroom door until he tosses you onto your bed. You bounce a few times, bracing your hands on the soft mattress to keep yourself upright.

Your eyes widen at the sight of him at the foot of your bed. He’s looking at you with this heat, this need. It makes you want to give him anything he asks for. You’re his, whether he knows it yet or not. You’re completely gone for your spaz of a best friend.

He suddenly takes a step forward and grips your ankles in each of his hands. He jerks you toward him until your legs are dangling off the edge of the bed. He pulls them apart and stands between them before dropping to his knees. Your eyes widen knowingly, a spark of excitement igniting in your chest.

“I bet I can make you cum in less than five minutes.” He smirks at the awestruck expression overtaking your face.

You nod your head enthusiastically, wanting nothing more than for him to ease the throbbing need between your legs. He runs his fingers up your shins, torturously slow, before stopping to squeeze your thighs gently. His eyes never leave yours as he moves higher and higher, dangerously close to exactly where you want him.

Stiles leans up and connects your lips again, this time a languid kiss as he lightly guides you down to the bed. You prop yourself up onto your elbows as he peppers gentle kisses down the column of your throat. A shudder moves through you at the feeling of his hair brushing against your heated skin as he moves across your collarbone.

He traces a path down your chest, stopping at your breasts to lap at your hardened nipples. You moan loudly, the feeling of his warm breath against you, along with the course material of your lacy bra enough to make you cum on its own.

He moves lower and lower until his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your skirt. His lips never leave you as he tugs it down over your hips before discarding it somewhere on the floor behind him. Your panties quickly join the pile as you shiver on your bed, dripping core now exposed to the chilly air of your bedroom.

Stiles’ darkened eyes flicker up toward yours as he parts your thighs and dives between them. You cry out when his tongue expertly brushes your clit, throwing your head back against the mattress. One of his hands glides up to squeeze your hip, while the other teases your entrance.

A pitiful whimper escapes you when he inserts a finger. It’s so long and thick and wow you’re really doing this with your best friend. He groans against you, sending delicious vibrations through your body. One of your hands tangles in his hair, pulling harshly when he flicks his tongue against your sensitive bud again.

You steal a glance down toward him and feel your heart swell at the look he’s giving you. His eyes are shining with adoration as he laps at your core like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

Your eyes roll back when he pushes another finger inside you and starts pumping them quickly. You feel your stomach tightening already as his free hand snakes up to pinch your nipples delicately.

“Stiles...” You murmur breathlessly, back arching as another wave of pleasure crashes down onto you.

He nearly explodes in his jeans at the sound of his name on your lips like that. His eyes pinch shut as he tries to reel in his own desire so he can fully focus on you. He groans against you at the feeling of your core clenching around his fingers. He pulls them almost completely free before slamming them back inside, smirking at the way it makes you whine.

All it takes is one more lick against your clit, and you’re coming. You cry out, your body trembling from head to toe as intense waves of pleasure move through you. Stiles can’t help but moan at the sound as his free hand slides across your stomach to push you down against the bed.

He doesn’t stop until you sag against the mattress, completely spent. He finally pulls away, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand as a big grin overtakes his face. He’s been wanting to do that for way too long, and honestly can’t believe it just happened for real. He’s imagined it enough times to know it would be amazing, but that had exceeded his expectations.

You’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen. All sweaty, flushed chest heaving, pupils blown wide from pleasure that he gave you. A sense of pride swells in his chest at the fact that he was able to make you feel so good.

Once you snap out of your blissful haze, you sit upright and jerk him toward you. You hungrily devour his lips, not feeling the least bit satiated by that mind blowing orgasm. You want—no, need—him. Right now.

He clambers up onto the bed, one of his hands moving to cup the back of your head as he climbs on top of you. You slide your hands along his shoulders beneath his flannel and practically rip it from his body. Next comes his undershirt, followed by the belt around his waist.

Your shaky hands fumble with the button of his jeans for a few seconds before he bats them away to undo it himself. Within seconds they’re gone too, joining the pile of clothes on your carpeted floor. You drag your fingers down his broad chest, pausing over the small patch of hair between his pecks.

He shudders against you, lips leaving yours to suck and lick his way down your neck. You palm him through his boxers and he grunts lowly, stiffening at the feeling. A trembling sigh falls past your lips as you explore his hard length through the thin fabric.

Suddenly impatient, you use both hands to pull the barrier down, eyes widening as his cock springs free. It’s so much bigger than you imagined. You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about your best friend’s dick, but it still hadn’t prepared you for the real thing.

You wrap your fingers around him and he freezes against you. He presses his forehead to your shoulder as you pump him slowly. A moan rumbles through your chest at the feeling of him so exposed, so primal on top of you.

All he can do is huff out a few quick gasps as just your fingers set his body ablaze. He honestly feels like he might combust with the way his heart is sputtering in his chest. It takes every ounce of his willpower to peel your fingers away from him. He knows he won’t last long and he desperately wants to be inside you.

“Can I...is it okay if...” He doesn’t even know what he’s trying to say. He’s so tightly wound, so high off your presence that he can barely string his thoughts together.

“I have condoms.” You breathe, trying to convey with your eyes how much you want this. How much you want him.

He swallows thickly, hesitating for only a moment before sliding onto the floor to rummage through the bedside table you’d gestured toward. He pulls out a single foil packet and moves to sit next to you on the bed. He glances between his shaky hand and your eyes, suddenly needing reassurance.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He breathes, heart clenching in his chest at the possibility of you saying no.

Even if you do, he has to give you this moment to decide. He’s painfully aware that both of you are very intoxicated and may regret this in the morning. But he also knows that he’s wanted you for years and it might just kill him to stop now.

You trail your fingers along the side of his face, eyes rounding at the respect he has for you. You really love the idiot sitting in front of you, a realization that makes you lean forward and close the distance between you.

“Stiles,” You mumble against his lips. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to lose my mind.”

His eyes widen in shock at your urgency and he chuckles, tearing the small package open and rolling the condom on quickly. He reconnects your lips and pushes you down onto the bed gently. You wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the base of his skull.

Your head tilts back, a long moan escaping you as he enters you in one swift motion. His eyes pinch shut tightly as he braces a hand against your headboard to steady himself. All he can do is grunt and gasp for air as your heat clenches around him. After only a few trusts, he knows he’s going to explode any minute.

He slides an arm under your arched back and turns you both so that he’s now laying on the mattress. Your knees settle on either side of his thighs and his brows furrow as he grips your hips tightly.

“Please...” Stiles groans, not even sure what he’s asking for. You’re everywhere. Around him, on top of him, your delicious smell is enveloping his every sense with his head on your pillow. It’s all too much.

You press your palms onto his chest and swirl your hips, pulling a broken moan from him. You lift yourself up before gliding back down slowly, wanting to see how long you can tease him before he’ll snap. The memory of the way he’d lost control earlier has your core clenching around him. You want to see that again.

“Y/N, I c-can’t...”

You lean down to steal a quick kiss, almost instantly reading his mind. He flips you over again, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip as he starts pounding into you, hard. Your head knocks into the headboard with each of his jerky movements, but you don’t care.

Your stomach tightens and you whimper, not expecting to cum again so quickly. None of your other partners had ever gotten you off more than once in a session. Stiles brings a hand down blindly to rub quick circles over your clit and you cry out against his lips.

Within seconds, you’re both tumbling over the edge, a chorus of moans and shaky breathing the only sound in your otherwise quiet bedroom.

He collapses onto the bed beside you, chest heaving as he tries to make sense of what the fuck just happened. The lustful haze is clearing from his mind as his orgasm fades away. He’s left laying there, his best friend—who he just fucked—only inches away.

He lets his eyes trail over to you slowly, honestly terrified of what he’ll find. He needs to know what you’re thinking. His eyes search yours, but they’re guarded. Unreadable. He instantly starts panicking, heart sputtering in his chest as he bolts upright and quickly discards the condom in your trash can.

Your brows furrow from your position beside him, surprised by his sudden movement. A wave of exhaustion comes over you. It’s a mixture of the alcohol and the mind blowing sex you just had, and all you want to do is sleep it off.

You reach forward to clasp a hand around Stiles’ wrist, stopping him just before he stands from the bed. “Where are you going?”

Your heart falls into your stomach at the thought of him trying to run away from what you’d just done. There wasn’t a single part of you that regretted it. You wanted to do that since you met the idiot, so there was no way you’d be going back on it now.

You honestly didn’t even care if the two of you ever slept together again. You just needed him in your life. You weren’t going to let him disappear on you just because you gave into a night of passion.

“Oh. I-I didn’t know if you...you know, would want...” He stammers, eyes widening at the frown on your face. Maybe he misread the situation.

“Of course I want you to stay, you big dork.” You chuckle, tugging on his arm again.

His lips twitch into a grin, relief washing over him. He crawls back into the bed, peeling your comforter away so that you can join him beneath the warmth. You instantly curl into his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a familiar gesture. You’d cuddled many times before, but never like this. Never naked.

Stiles tries thinking of anything else to fight off his growing erection. Now was not the time for round two. You were basically asleep against him, your breath slowing to an even rhythm. He pulls you in tighter and lets his eyes flutter closed, knowing there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

The last thought that flickers through his mind before he drifts off is that he could definitely get used to this new aspect of your relationship. He only hoped, come morning, that you’d feel the same.

#stiles stilinski #stiles imagine #stiles stilinski smut #stiles stilinski fluff #stiles x y/n #stiles #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fic #teen wolf smut #stiles stilinski fic #stiles smut #dylan obrien smut #dylan o’brien #dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien imagine #teen wolf #stiles x reader

[twatshag]

♤crack drabbles with the haikyuu boys next to their crushes♤

Warnings: just the boys being a bunch of weirdos and embarrassing themselves in front of y/n

Genre: fluff, crack

Pairings: kuroo, miya Atsumu and Miya osamu

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Miya Atsumu

You came along with kita to help out with some things in the gym since your one of the members of the student council

Checking everything to make sure that everything was in order for you to give him the okay for the new practice idea kita had planned

You're a second year and a very good student so it was quite the surprise when you were invited to join the student council as only third years were accepted

You were classmates with the Miya twins and suna so you weren't really new to their antics yet alone the volleyball team as you were popular for your position at inarizaki high

Atsumu was so excited to hear that you're going to be coming over to the gym thinking about the many ways he could impress you to land a date with you

But to his dismay kabedoning you 3 meters away from the wall only for him to fall face flat when you ducked out of his caging arms wasn't really one of his plans to impress you

"Are you alright Miya-san?!" You called out eyes wide at how the boy in front of you laid face flat and mumbling how life is so cruel to him and maybe if he was a volleyball he would've been happier face and tip of his ears redder than a tomato

"L/n-san can ya come check if da storage room looks alrite?" Kita called out for you. you left the faux blonde still face flat on the floor still too embarrassed to get up

Glancing one last look at him wondering if he has iron deficiency to fall face flat while trying to talk to you

Osamu: quite ta skills ya got tere 'sumu

Suna: you did so well I have it all on video to take notes for the next girl I approach

Earning a loud groan from the faux blonde as he got up telling them to shut up.

Yeah they never shut up about it and atsumu gets so red whenever he sees you in the hall and you wave at him. He probably runs past you too. And kita would scold him for being rude and also for running in the hallway.

Safe to say, atsumu learned that kabedon is done 1 inch to the wall and maybe it's not that effective in real life. But hey maybe if you try it out it'll work?

Miya Osamu

He is a strong believer of food is the key to anyone's heart

You and osamu were table partners you both helped each other and got well acquainted over time

You both could say you were really good friends

Osamu has had the biggest crush on you for ages glaring at any guy you talked to and getting all in your business with the dumbest excuses

He thought it'd be great to make you something small like cupcakes and confess who doesn't love cupcakes right?

He read a few recipes and made different types of cupcakes and during lunch time he asked if youd like to have lunch with him

Of course you agreed very excited to have lunch with the Miya osamu

He sat down and gave you the box of cupcakes sadly out of the many flavours he's baked you chose the one you were allergic to

You ate it so fast not processing what flavour it was exactly and he was about to start confessing until you started choking

His soul left his body at that point you were coughing and gasping apologising for the way you handled his sweetly cupcakes until you were rushed to the nurses office

Of course it wasn't deadly for you but it sadly isn't the most comfortable experience for dessert that your body refused to have.

Till this day he is unable to look you in the eye embarrassed to ever talk to you about food again

Yes you reassured him it wasnt his fault

Yes you tried to talk to him

But hes just traumatised its okay girl just give him some time to try again

Atsumu: and ya call me an abusive pig you just made a girl choke on yer cupcakes!

Osamu: please for ta love of god shut up before a make ya

Aran: I believe your idea was cute osamu but that truly wasn't the way to confess you brought a whole other meaning to getting your face stuffed with food

Suna: ahaha word

Resulting in him banging his head against the gym grounds and wishing that he didn't mess up his chance at being your boyfriend. Don't worry though you'll fix that right? Its not like he tried to kill you........that requires a lot of strong will may you add.

Kuroo Testuro

Bless his soul he was just trying to be a good friend or maybe more

Being nekoma's volleyball manager sure was a challenge but you loved the boys so much!

Especially their captain oh boy was he hot but hey you were still new to finding out about your crush on him so you weren't very very flustered

His pick up lines did get you flustered though little do you know he gets flustered when you smile at him

Today he decided he wanted to ask you out but to his surprise you were talking to some guy and he was being very "touchy" with you in his opinion

He rolled his eyes and he didnt even read if you were comfortable or not because his ass was too jealous

Being the volleyball team captain he always wanted to make sure everyone was okay and safe

Kuroo walked over yanking the boy away from you and glaring at him

"KUROO-SAN WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO MY KOHAI?!"

Yeah he wanted the ground to crack and swallow him

Stuttering out shocked apologises with the biggest blush on his face

Yeah he couldn't face you for a while cringing everytime at the memory

Kenma: you know you could've just done it nonchalantly instead making a scene like that..

Kuroo: here's your psp, play

Kenma: but y-

Kuroo: I SAID PLAY

Yeah kuroo isn't a fan of mirrors anymore poor guy can't even face himself anymore bless his soul maybe you could kiss it better?

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A/N: IM SO FULL OF ENERGY I FEEL LIKE I CAN WRITE FOR HOURS WOOHOO hope ya enjoyed

-kira

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo crack #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu drabble #kuroo drabble #osamu drabble #osamu fluff #haikyuu x manager

[crystaltoa]

So, Ta-Matoran are said to be natural mathematicians who can do complex calculations almost instantly, as befitting their role as craftsmen. On Mata Nui, this doesn’t come up much in their day to day lives so they would kind of assume that this ability is normal for everyone.

The question is, where does this leave Tahu?

Two possibilities.

1. Having being built and presumably programmed by Artakha, Tahu may have been made without this trait... The Ta-Matoran discover this one day to their utter dismay. Worse, Tahu has never been to school, probably never learned any math, and may assume that, like with his Matoran, the first number that pops into his head is automatically the right one. Nobody has the heart to tell him.

2. Tahu can do complex calculations and assumes all his siblings can as well. Kopaka finds out one day and promptly has a quiet existential crisis.

#i don’t know which one i prefer honestly #bionicle #tahu