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perenlop · 1 year
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havent read tbc but i think its so funny how shadowsight seems to be popular to the people i follow just because “the narrative treats him like all the female characters do so hes an honorary girlie”
#and by ''how the narrative treats him'' they mean badly ofc bc apparently everything is blamed on him repeatedly#w no one realizing that he was manipulated and the narrative being retconned just to say hes actually a screwup who was never good#and everything genuinely is his fault bc why else would he listen to an evil cat in starclan#like. damn that really is something theyd do to a female protagonist#also the only ppl ive seen hating on him do it for boring and stupid reasons so im inclined to like him out of spite#bc ''he has an ILLEGAL name in this universe. hes a TIGERDOVE kid. hes a FANFICTION made REAL'' ok well hes the most interesting one. so.#not like anything he actually does in the narrative it seems. plus the other two protags sound boring as hell#''oh im sad i couldnt get w the boy i like. now i love another guy but its forbidden. oh and my leaders possessed ig.''#''SIGH i wish people didnt compare me to my cringe OUTSIDER dad. also i see ghosts and i hate this its cringe''#''also my sister is a legacy name after an important character from the previous arc but who cares''#and then shadowsight is like ''since i was an infant i had excruiciating seizures and visions. i threw myself into a river as a sacrifice#i am suicidal. i got manipulated by an evil man into possessing my great uncle. everyone outwardly wants me dead for it#everyone blames all of their problems on me and expects a lot from me. i got demoted for it. my only support is my close family#and even then they have to suffer the extreme guilt of not being able to help me with literally anything#also the antagonist wants my mom dead for my own existence. i have lost so much#i am literally blamed by god for everything thats happened to be despite being used by them since i was an infant and thats where my story e#ends''#like fuck. yeah he is an honorary girlie to me. i barely know u man but like i support u. cmere be my pet cat#echoed voice
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mishkakagehishka · 10 months
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Yknow i let my brother's uniform stink up in that pail instead of putting it to dry in my anger, and i went to put it to dry now, and. Realising it did, in fact, get dewy, i'm wondering if i did the right thing
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AO3 is down and so is my Wi-Fi so I’m writing Nimona headcanons to cope
When Nimona is in a bad mood she usually wants attention and affection so she’ll shift into her cat form and sit on Bal and Ambrosius 
She knows they would never move her even when she’s in her human form but she feels like being a cat is just a bonus 
The first time she sat on Ambrosius' shoulders when she was in a bad mood he cried for like three hours 
When Bal has a bad day he goes nonverbal and collapses on the nearest comfy area 
He doesn’t care if it’s his bed the couch or a pillow on the floor he’s laying their face first and not moving until he feels better
It’s not uncommon for him to come home and just plop down on the couch even when Nimona and Ambrosius are sitting there
And they won't move him either they kind of just accept their fate and continue what they were doing to the best of their abilities 
When Ambrosius has a bad day he cleans 
Like obsessively 
He won’t stop until every surface in the house is spotless and there isn’t a single dust particle in sight 
The only room that he stays out of is Nimona’s (half out of respect for them half out of fear of what he would find in that room)
Most of the time when he feels like the house is up to code he’ll be too tired to move let alone think
And that’s when Bal and Nimona set up their super secret evil plan
Bal forces him to get comfy on the couch while Nimona plays his favorite movies and gives him his favorite snacks
It’s truly diabolical but it’s also what Amrbosius does for them when they’re in a bad mood so they feel no guilt  
Sometimes when he’s feeling especially shitty Nimona will shift into a dog and let him cuddle them like a big stuffed animal
So I was just reminded sometimes cats will sit on your injuries and purr because they think it makes you feel better (and as a cat owner I can confirm it does)
When I remembered this I was thinking that Nimona would subconsciously shift into a cat and lay on Bal’s arm or Ambrosius' shoulder when they’re in pain and just purr 
And they swear that it helps every single time (kind of like a mom kissing her kid's injuries)
Ambrosius will always use people's full names when he’s pissed at them
I don’t know when this idea popped into my head but I’m just imagining Bal and Nimona chilling outside until they hear “Ballister and Nimona Boldheart get your asses inside now!” from their house
And their neighbors watch as some of the most powerful people in the realm scramble to run inside 
Most people would assume that Nimona would either stay where they are out of spite or fly away  
But they’re so caught off guard because Ambrosius always calls Nimona “Nim”
Plus he’s made Ambrosius mad enough times to know that if he apologizes enough times and makes Bal give him the patented “Puppy Dog Eyes™” he’ll fold like a lawn chair 
Nimona calls Ambrosius “nemesis” for two reasons 
The first one is he thinks his name is stupidly long (and Ambrosius agrees) and the second reason is he thinks it sounds cooler (he agrees again)
Plus it’s also hilarious to imagine Nimona yelling “Nemesis” while running full speed at Ambrosius and then tackling him
Sometimes they knock him on his ass and sometimes he picks them up and puts them in air jail
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Reasons Why I Think TFP Jack is Underrated:
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Welcome to my organized bullet list of why I think Jack is cool. I used to think he was boring too, but now I think he's the goat and here's why:
-He has Main Character Energy, but he's more snarky than most cliche main characters
In fact, he is a petty king:
-He doesn't wanna be on Team Prime at first, but eventually accepts it...
...He then proceeds to BURN Airachnid's ship to the GROUND with a stupid survival kit for babies
-HE DEFEATED THE ALIEN SPIDER QUEEN WITH NOTHING BUT A LIGHTER AND A POCKET KNIFE, BRO
-HE WAS DONE WITH HER BULLSHIT LOL
-Plus he tricked Silas by pretending to beg for mercy, when really, he was stealing his walkie talkie.
-Jack is boring, BUT the fact that Jack has nothing special about him IS his superpower; Miko has the Apex Armor and her brave personality, Raf has genius level computer smarts, and Jack has PURE SPITE. It's beautiful.
-He has zero skills, but he'll figure out how to defeat his enemies anyway, SOLEY because he's tired and doesn't get paid enough for this shit.
-For example, in one of the Titan Magazine comics, Jack literally kicks Silus in the balls
Evidence:
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Iconic✨
Apex armor? Cybertronian technology?
Screw that. How about I KICK you in the balls?l
-A true legend
-He's also a mess though, and I relate so hard
-He's so petty he talked two aliens into helping him cheat at street racing to piss off his classmate
-His romantic subplot is treated like a complete joke, and I love that. Normally, the Main Character✨ is awkward, but gets the girl in the end. Not Jack, though. Nope. He just constantly looks stupid in front of Sierra, nothing ever happens between them, and Arcee is just watching with popcorn as his life falls apart. It's hilarious.
Also, if I'm correct, isn't the last time we see Sierra when she sees Arcee's homoform, and thinks Jack has a girlfriend, and then Jack is like "She's my mom😅." And Sierra's all like: "Your mom looks good in leather😐...on your bike😐😐😐😐..." Maybe I'm wrong, but if that's the case, it's funny. Jack is a simp and it gets him nowhere.
-His sarcasm works perfectly with Arcee's sarcastic attitude.
-Also Tailgate is voiced by Josh Keaton (Jack's voice actor) in the flashbacks, so I headcanon that Jack reminds Arcee of Tailgate, and that's why she has such a soft spot for him.
Tailgate and Arcee's dialogue had the same vibe as her and Jack's
Also, it gives more context to why she was so scared to lose him when Airachnid showed up. It would've literally been like losing Tailgate all over again.
-Jack is Team Prime's designated Good Ideas Guy
It was Jack's idea to hijack the spacebridge to send him to Cybertron
It was also his idea to drain the dark energon out of The Nemesis when it came alive and froze everyone
-I'm probably just projecting, he has generalized anxiety disorder vibes
-I feel like he prefers a comfortable, predictable life because he gets nervous easily
-He's always the first to freak out, and overthink, and Arcee always has to calm him down
-And she's so patient with him it's so sweet😱
-I agree the writing behind his existence is meh, and a lot of the cool stuff about him is probably unintentional, but I don't care, so take that!
Anyway, the moral of the story is:
Jack is just an angry little harmonica boy. Leave him alone. He's trying his best😭
Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.
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destinysbounty · 2 months
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So here's my conflict. On the one hand, I agree that s12 wouldve been much more interesting if theyd gone with the original idea of having Libber act as a living battery for the game. It would have facilitated more emotional motivation for Jay, as well as a greater sense of thematic cohesion and parallel between him and Unagami. Plus, it would be cool to finally see what happened to Libber.
On the other hand, I feel like Jay never finding out why he was abandoned and learning to heal and move past it anyway has some understated potential to create a really interesting narrative. Like, Jay's whole thing is that he's insecure and worried that people will leave him. So I feel like sure, yeah, itd be cathartic for him to find closure knowing his parents had a good reason for abandoning him. BUT, I think it would be more compelling if Jay's arc featured him accepting that yes, sometimes people just leave you. You might never know why, and you might never get the chance to find out. Sometimes things happen and you never get proper closure. But it's still possible for you to move forward and find happiness in spite of that. Jay finding his mom and learning that she didnt abandon him intentionally is a satisfying story, but an easy one. Whereas Jay learning to accept that his mom is gone and he'll never know why is a much more nuanced one, in my opinion. (I just wish s12 had actually given it the proper development it needed)
Idk. I agree that the Libber plotline couldve added a lot more depth to Prime Empire overall, but I also feel like they could have very easily given that season depth even without her being there.
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poppy-metal · 3 months
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aaaa poppy going crazy bc stepsibling jordan who's older than u and just thinks you're so cute!! and is unbearably mean to you becuase of it teases you for being so sweet and oblivious :( makes fun of your girly little room and your pretty little outfits :( teases you for walking around in your tiny little sleep shorts nd how nervous u get when its just the two of u home alone. im afraid i cant take it
-🦸‍♀️
naur bc they intimidate you so bad. you dont know if they genuinely hate you, because they're always picking on you. you can't help but want their attention, even when its the two of you bickering it makes you buzz inside because their focus is on you. and oh, you can't help the way your heart pulses whenever those dark eyes land on you - zero in on you.
and we're you're all alone in that big house... a part of you is excited, like buzzing. you subconsciously dress cuter, because you've seen the kind of people jordan hooks up with, know they like feminine women and dumb himbos - you're not a himbo, but well, you put on your pinkest socks - your most delicate pjs. little bows in your hair. loiter outside your room in the kitchen, living room, just for the hopes of running into them.
when you do, its when they come back from the gym, nylon shorts hung low on their hips, tank dotted with sweat. you're sitting at the kitchen counter top, spoon dipped into your strawberry yogurt and you just kinda.... take them in. they yank open the fridge and guzzle half a water bottle down in one sip, and its almost pornogrpahic the way some spare water drips down their throat.
in masc!form you can see the way the tank clings to their chest and abs. the corded muscle in their arms. the tattoos running down their skin - gotten to piss off their dad after marrying your mother - and you're just a girl.
"parents are out." you say softly, looking down at your yogurt.
their eyes fix on you and that flush you always get around them starts in your cheeks, warms down to your belly. they finish off the water bottle, crush it in their hands. they approach the island, rest their forearms on it - jesus they're so big - your eyes dart to the silver chain that dangles around their neck. half silver chain, half pearls.
"you sound excited about that," they note. "you plannin an epic rager I should know about?"
you shake your head, giggling a little. "i dont think i even know enough people to throw a party. plus, i dont wanna anger your father - hes scary."
jordan rolls their eyes. "hes a pussy."
"jordan!"
"do what you want - he wont give a shit. you're the good girl." the way jordan says it, with a hint of resentment, deflates you a little.
"I'm not that good."
one dark brow raises. "oh yeah?"
you figet. push your spoon around the cup. "well, i haven't done bad things, like-"
"like me?"
"no!" quick to reassure. "i mean in general things that are viewed as bad. partying, drugs, alcohol, except for that one time i accidently took a sip of my moms spiked eggnog during christmas-"
jordans lips fold together like they're holding in a smile, but a little dimple peeks out. these little things you dont notice, too flustered with your own overexplaining.
"- but besides that one time, i haven't done anything but. but im not good - i mean, what is good anyway? cause a person can do all these good things and then still be a bad person with the way they think, you know."
teeth dig into jordans bottom lip as they appraise you. its clear you're embarrassed at having spoke so much. you dont realize how fucking cute you are, and that makes them want to mess with you. a little. alot. they rest their hip on the island, looking down at you.
"you have bad thoughts, baby sis?"
there goes that face flush again. "well, not evil ones."
lips quirk to the side, they tilt their head at you like you're an interesting puppy playing a trick for them. "uh huh." they hum. "what kind are they then? spiteful? bitchy? or..." they shift then, voice changing half way through their talking. "are you a little fuckin' perv up there?"
if they could frame your face they would. squirming in place. shifting in your seat, eyes darting away quickly. basically all the confirmation they need.
unbidden, the thought of you in your bed, hand between your legs, rubbing that little clit furiously to fantasies running through your head hits them and they have to swallow. fuck. they imagine your skin flushing, grinding your hips because you cant hit the spot right, frustrated. would you give upn teary eyed? or would you roll over and hump your pillow. what kind of sounds do you make? quiet and soft? throaty? they think there'd be alot of whimpers. their eyes trace down your skimpy sleep shirt. god, yeah. they could make you whimper. it'd be so fucking easy. you'd let them too. the way you're constantly looking at them with those big eyes of yours, vying for their attention. makes them want to squash you under their thumb. and make you cum.
"n-no!" you try to defend. "i just meant I'm not a goody two shoes!"
"sure you're not." they totally think that's bullshit. "wanna prove it?"
you blink at them. "prove it?"
their tongue darts out, licks their bottom lip. they feel their cunt throb in their boxers. they're kinda no better than a dog. panting at the fucking bit to get you alone all the sudden. they've thought about it before, fucking obviously. you dont get a hot new baby sister like you and not imagine fucking her. this is the first time they've considered doing something about it though.
"come on." they push off from the counter, making sure their bare shoulder brushes yours as they pass. they feel you shiver, and smirk. "lets go to my room."
they don't look back to see if you'll follow. they know you will.
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justagalwhowrites · 5 months
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New in Town - Ch. 9: Second New Year
Ringing in the New Year after you and Joel's first year together. The last chapter of New in Town, found in its entirety on Tumblr here.
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Pairing: Best Friend's Dad!Joel Miller x Female Reader
CW: Smut :D. No use of Y/N. Age gap (reader is 35 Joel is 47, not a focus of the fic). Minors DNI, 18+ only
Length: 6.3k
AO3 | First Chapter | Previous Chapter
“Sarah, if you don’t stop fucking with that it’s never going to stay,” you said, glaring at her in the mirror as you drew on eyeliner. 
“It’s driving me insane,” she groaned, leaning so close to the hotel bathroom mirror that she was fogging it with her breath, adjusting the false eyelashes for what had to be the millionth time. 
“Yeah, because you keep fucking with them,” you said. “You have to give yourself time to adjust to them. Or just take them off because I’m not spending half the night fixing them for you, drawing the line in the sand now.” 
“You are absolutely no fun,” she said but she smiled all the same. “It’s New Year’s Eve, I want to look extra good. Plus Nick thinks the long lashes are hot and I am ready for hotel room sex.” 
“I didn’t hear that,” Maria called from the bedroom where she was putting on her dress. 
“Hotel room sex, hotel room sex, hotel room sex!” Sarah called back. 
You laughed, picking up your mascara. 
“I don’t think it works like Beetlejuice where you say it enough times it just shows up.”
Sarah laughed back. 
“Fuck I hope not,” she said. “Really don’t want to manifest hotel room sex in front of my aunt and my mom.” 
She said the last word with a drawn out teasing edge and you had to pull the mascara wand away from your face so you didn’t end up with makeup in your eye from laughing so hard. 
“Swear to God if you don’t stop calling me that I will marry your dad just to spite you,” you said once you calmed down again. 
“You’re basically already married anyway,” Sarah said. “For the record, I would be fine with it.” 
You paused for a second, putting more mascara on the wand and looking at her in the mirror. 
“Yeah?” You asked. 
“Yeah,” she smiled at you in her reflection. “But don’t expect Mother’s Day gifts from me if it ever happens.” 
You snorted, returning to your makeup. 
“Better get a bouquet, box of chocolates, the whole nine for holding your hair when you get drunk.” 
You couldn’t believe it was already New Year’s Eve again. The last year had gone by so fast it didn’t seem like it could have contained quite as much as it did. But you’d spent almost the entire time so blissfully happy that it made sense that the time felt so damn short. 
Things with Joel had been going so well before Sarah found out that it was hard to believe it could really get better, but it did. Not feeling like you were hiding from the most important person in both your lives was like losing a weight you didn’t even know you were carrying. Neither of you were dancing around talking about how you were spending your time now, not being careful about what pictures you sent her and not having to just pretend like a huge part of your life didn’t exist when talking with her. 
When she went back to Seattle after Thanksgiving, the three of you started having weekly FaceTime calls, you and Joel sometimes on your couch or at his kitchen table or even in a hotel room in New Orleans once when you decided to get away for your first trip together as a couple. 
That Christmas had been the best you’d ever had. Not that there was much competition but Joel and Sarah both had completely brought you into all their holiday traditions. The driving around to look at Christmas lights with a thermos of hot cocoa, the annual trip to Mi Tierra in San Antonio so you could properly appreciate the Christmas lights that apparently were up year round. When Sarah came back to town a few days before Christmas, she dragged you and Joel to the mall and made the three of you take a picture with Santa. You got some funny looks in line - three full blown adults with nary a kid in sight - but Sarah whispered something to woman getting ready to take the picture and she smiled and nodded, helping the three of you get arranged for the photo. You sat lightly on one of Santa’s knees, Sarah on the other, Joel leaning against the side of the large chair. Joel insisted on getting the actual printed photo and, when you picked it up, they also handed you a candy cane and a small Santa figurine. You frowned at it for a second.
“First Santa visits should be commemorated,” the woman behind the counter smiled. “Merry Christmas!” 
You looked at Sarah for a second, worried you might cry and she smiled. 
“You have a Christmas decoration now,” she said. “But if you really don’t want it at your place, we can add it to the Christmas village at Dad’s!” 
You just hugged her and she laughed, hugging you back. 
That Christmas, the figurine and the picture sat on the book shelf in your living room, right where you could see them from your couch. The perfect image of the kind of life you’d always wanted to have, one that was filled with people who loved you. 
This year, the figurine and picture were at Joel’s because you were, too. 
Your lease was up in the fall and, by that point, the two of you were having a hard time remembering the last time you’d slept apart. You were wondering how to broach the subject with Joel - did you just ask if you could move into his house? Was not quite a year of knowing each other too soon? Did you just find a new apartment and never mention it? - when he brought it up one night over dinner. 
“Your lease is comin’ up soon, right?” He asked and you froze for a second, a bite of enchilada on your fork half way to your mouth. 
“Yeah,” you said when you remembered how to move and respond again. “Six weeks I think? They want me to decide whether or not I’m staying within the next two…” 
“Have you thought about if you might want to move in with me?” He asked, his jaw tense but his eyes soft. “Only if… you know… you thought you were ready for that. Just figure I’m at yours or you’re at mine most nights anyway and…” 
“Joel,” you smiled, setting your fork down and leaning on the table with your arms crossed in front of you. “Are you asking me to move in with you?” 
“Only if you wanted,” he said quickly. “Not tryin’ to… I dunno… put pressure on you or something. Never tried to do this before so…” 
You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh. More at yourself than at Joel. Because of course he was thinking what you were thinking. Of course you were in the same place on this. Of course you were both nervous about bringing it up to each other. 
“I’d love to move in with you,” you said once you were sure you had yourself together. “As long as you’re offering because that’s what you really want and not because you think you should.” 
“Oh I want it,” he was smiling now and leaning toward you across the table. “Was considering just taking stuff from your place and moving it to mine, get you in the door before you even knew it was happening.” 
“That what happened to my sexy underwear?” You teased. 
“Nah,” he waved you off. “I stole those to jerk off with when you’re not there because you don’t live with me yet. Can have ‘em back when we unpack the moving truck.” 
You moved in a few weeks later. Joel cleared out most of his closet, his jeans and button downs taking up only a small corner of it to begin with, and built you shelving for your purses and shoes. He made space for your things throughout his home, for your favorite pots and pans in the kitchen, for your decorations in the living room. Setting aside the bits and pieces of his life to make sure it could hold yours, too. If he’d asked you to marry him in that moment, you’d have said yes in a heartbeat. 
“Oh shit,” you sighed, rifling through your makeup bag. “I think I left my fucking lipstick in my room…” 
You went to get your room key from your clutch but Sarah plopped a tube of lipstick in front of you first. 
“Use mine,” she said. “I’m almost ready and I don’t want to waste time with you up down three floors and all the way over to your room before we go to the party. I want cocktails, I want music and I want to flirt with my hot boyfriend while I wear a slutty dress.” 
“Maria is still getting dressed, I’ve got five minutes…” 
“No you don’t!” She called from the bedroom before coming to the bathroom door and turning around. “Zip me?” 
You laughed and obeyed, Maria adjusting the dress a bit before turning back around. 
“Hey sexy mama!” You whooped at her. “That looks like it was made for you.” 
“Right?” She flung her long braids over her shoulder before admiring herself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. “My pregnancy boobs have shown up but the bump is still in hiding. It’s the perfect dress moment, had to take advantage of it.” 
“Hear that little one?” Sarah said, looking toward Maria’s lower stomach. “You’re making your mom look hot!” 
“Hotter,” you corrected. “They’re making their mom look hotter.” 
You settled for Sarah’s lipstick and the three of you headed for the elevator to go meet up with the guys. 
Your first New Year’s Eve with Joel had been far more low key. Sarah was in town and Joel invited Tommy and Maria over to watch the ball drop. You’d ordered pizza and gotten drunk and played charades with your boyfriend’s family and, at midnight, kissed Joel so deeply that you could taste the champagne on his tongue. 
This year, you had plenty to celebrate. It was Maria and Tommy’s last one before they became parents - you highly doubted they’d be up until midnight next year. Sarah had gotten promoted and you’d gotten her a job at the Austin branch in August. She had moved back to town just a few months before you moved in with Joel and the three of you had found a comfortable - if unusual - dynamic as a family. And it felt like you had finally found everything you’d ever truly wanted. 
Instead of staying home this New Year’s Eve, you all decided to go to a party at one of the nice hotels in Houston. You’d all gotten hotel rooms so no one had to drive and the boys had all gone on ahead to the rooftop bar to hold a table while the three of you got ready to go. 
“Crap, one sec,” Sarah said, frowning at her phone as the three of you went for the elevator. “Left something in the room, wait for me, OK? I don’t want to try to find them on my own!” 
You and Maria watched her run back to her room - where the three of you had been getting ready - and you frowned as she tottered on her high heels. 
“Is she acting weird?” You asked as Maria leaned against the wall. 
“Sarah?” Maria laughed. “She’s always weird.” 
She came back a few minutes later, tugging her dress down as she went and a little breathless when she got there. 
“OK,” she smiled and took a deep breath. “Now we’re good!” 
You were almost giddy as you rode the elevator up to the party, feeling the thud of music through the elevator doors before they opened. 
It was hard to say why you were just so excited. It wasn’t like you’d never been to a party before - you and Sarah had rung in the New Year at a party a lot like this one that your office had handled the advertising for in Seattle one year - but it felt like something new. Like you were stepping into the first year of your life where everything had finally fallen into place. 
“Hey!” Tommy yelled, standing and waving his arm over his head as he saw the three of you leave the elevator. You could barely hear him over the thud of the bass. “Over here!” 
“How many beers do you think he’s had?” Maria asked conspiratorially and you laughed. 
“Probably the same number mine has,” you replied, smiling at Joel as he craned his neck to get a better look at you. 
“Holy hell woman,” he said, getting out of the round booth as you got to the table. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and dropped his voice low. “Not sure I’m gonna take that dress off you later, might need to leave it on.” 
You smiled as he gave you a squeeze and you sat down, Joel sliding in beside you, one hand of his going below the table to the inside of your thigh. 
One thing that hadn’t changed in the last year was just how insatiable the two of you were for each other. You kept waiting for it to calm down a bit, to stop looking at him and immediately start thinking of how to get him alone and naked as quickly as possible. But Joel was still the single sexiest man you’d ever seen and was still far and away the best in bed. You couldn’t help but want to fuck him all day every day. You were just thankful he seemed to feel the same way about you. 
One of your favorite things about living with Joel was your after work routine. When you managed to make it so you left the office around the same time Joel left his job site, you’d join him in the shower, your hair in a knot on top of your head to keep from getting too soaked, Joel still a little sweaty and dirty from a hard day’s work. Sometimes, you just enjoyed each other. You loved the quiet intimacy of it, of being in such a private space together in just your skin, helping him wash the day from his body before he pulled you against him under the water. Other times, Joel pressed you against the cool tile and fucked into you, hard and fast and eager, making your back arch as your leg wrapped around him, the heat of his mouth and the steam filling you when you kissed him. 
The new routines had just given you more reasons and opportunities to fuck, it seemed, instead of sex getting lost in the monotony of daily life. Sometimes it was in the middle of late night TV when you were both getting tired on the couch. Sometimes it was when you were putting away laundry. Sometimes it was when you were making dinner. 
It was just that, sometimes, it required… additional boundaries. 
Sarah had a key to Joel’s place, of course, but she quickly learned that she needed to announce herself before just coming in the door when she wasn’t expected, her walking in the house without warning when he was deep inside of you while you were draped over the kitchen counter was a little too close for comfort for all three of you. 
“I have literally never wanted to know less about your sex life,” she shuddered a few hours later when you were sitting in Joel’s back yard, fully clothed with a beer in your hand. 
You laughed. 
“Never wanted you to know less about it so that works just fine for me.” 
You, Joel and Sarah all had dinner together at least once a week, another routine you’d come to love, and you got Sarah all to yourself most days over lunch, happy for the chance to laugh with your best friend.
You weren’t sure life could get much better. 
“Oh sweet!” Sarah said as the waitress came by the table, tray of drinks in hand, passing a cosmopolitan to Sarah. “Who knew this was just what I wanted?” 
“Happy to take credit for that,” Nick smiled, kissing her cheek and you smiled at him. He was a relatively new addition to Sarah’s life but he seemed promising. You’d never seen her quite so giddy over a guy before and you were trying not to mention it so you wouldn’t jinx it. 
When she finally owned up to being hung up on the man, though, you were going to start teasing her as relentlessly as she’d been teasing you. You were getting double wedding jokes lined up and ready, waiting for the perfect moment to hit her with it. 
But it was a holiday. You’d take it easy on her for a little while longer. Assuming she stopped calling you Mom. 
Joel had been paying attention too, it seemed, and the server handed you a mojito. Appropriate, since you’d just been lamenting the fact that you didn’t have fresh mint at home just two nights before. 
“How often are you really gonna muddle mint for a drink?” Joel asked, barely contained smile on his face. 
“At least once in a while!” You laughed. “Come on, we could do a whole herb garden in the yard…” 
“You are not gonna keep a garden alive.” 
“Yes I will!” You protested. He raised his eyebrows at you, incredulous. “If I have the motivation of cocktails I will.” 
“Fine,” he sighed but still smiled, kissing your forehead. “In spring I’ll build you a garden and you can kill as many herbs as you want, Beautiful.”
“Is this supposed to bribe me into you not making me a garden?” You teased, taking a sip of the drink. 
“Baby, I will make you whatever makes you smile,” he kissed your exposed shoulder. “But if I’m saving the lives of some poor, innocent plants by ordering you a cocktail…” 
You laughed and kissed him, the scratch of his facial hair on your skin comforting and familiar. 
The party really picked up not long after you got there and you, Sarah and Maria went to dance while the guys hung back to talk for a bit. 
“You don’t think they’re being too hard on him do you?” Sarah asked, watching the table. 
“Oh I’m sure they’re being super nice,” you said. “Joel and Tommy have never been protective of you, not once.” 
“Oh God,” she groaned but she smiled. 
“Wouldn’t worry too much,” you laughed. “It looks like he’s weathering it well.” 
“Hold on,” Maria smiled and shook her head. “We can get him some help…” 
She started waving to Tommy, who clapped Nick on the shoulder and got out of the booth to join his wife on the dance floor. You looked at Joel, eyebrows raised, until he met your gaze and you saw him sigh and smile before heading your way. 
You put your arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing tightly to him and feeling every line of him through your clothes. His hands went to your waist, pulling you closer. 
“You tryin’ to distract me?” He asked when you pulled away. 
“Trying to get you to play nice,” you teased. 
“Always play nice,” he said as you turned around in his hold, your ass going back against his hardening length. He lowered his lips to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “Except when you ask me not to.” 
You resisted the urge to drag him back to your hotel room right that second. Instead, you pressed yourself harder against him, moving your body in time to the pulsing, thrumming rhythm. His hands slid to your hips and you couldn’t help but think of how they felt on your bare skin. 
But you managed to keep it together for a few songs, dancing until you were breathless and you really couldn’t take it anymore. You draped yourself around Joel again, pressing your lips to his ear. 
“Order me a water and another mojito,” you said, your hand sliding into his pocket, brushing his half hard cock through his jeans, as you grabbed your phone. “And check your texts.” 
You didn’t give him a chance to respond, just meeting his wide eyes for a moment before slipping into the crowd. You went around to the pool area of the rooftop, far quieter than the bar and the dance floor, the lounge chairs all stacked up next to a storage space that looked like it would provide the perfect cover from the dance floor. You took a selfie with just a glimpse of the thudding party in the background and texted it to him. 
“Come find me.” 
It didn’t take him long, coming around the corner while glancing back over his shoulder, looking nervous. You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him into you, your back against the storage room. 
“You are up to no good,” he said, pressing you back against the wall, his mouth covering yours, his body warm against the cool night air. “Tryin’ to get us kicked out of the damn hotel?” 
His hand went to your breast, anyway.
“We can keep our clothes on,” you panted against him. “Be very well behaved. Like that time in the bathroom.” 
“Fuck, Beautiful,” he groaned, putting his thigh between your legs, your skirt covering part of his jeans. He rocked his hips against you, his hands going to your waist, the outline of his hard cock against your stomach. “Wanna make me come in my pants like a fucking teenager?” 
“Don’t think we’re making it to midnight any other way,” you were needy, aching as you ground your pussy down on the straining muscle of his leg. 
“Still gonna let me fuck you later?” He kissed down your neck, rutting harder against you, your hands on his shoulders, grip tightening. 
“You think I’m starting a new year without you inside me as soon as possible you’re insane.” 
He laughed a little and nipped at your collarbone before pulling you tighter against his leg, making you moan. You started working yourself harder and faster against him, pulling him tighter to you, your wetness soaking your panties. 
“You’re close, aren’t you, Baby?” He asked, voice dark. Your motions stuttered but you nodded frantically against him. “Gonna come all over my fucking leg aren’t you? Come from just riding my fucking thigh?” 
You were close enough that you’d lost the ability to speak. You just nodded again and he kissed you, hard and messy and deep and you pressed yourself firmly against his leg as you fell apart, the tight coil inside yourself snapping as your clit throbbed against him. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He gasped as he pressed his cock hard against you and you felt him throbbing there, spilling into his jeans before slumping against you. His nose brushed yours for a moment and you smiled, kissing him lightly. 
“You’re going to kill me,” he laughed a little breathlessly. “More than a year into this and you still want me to fuck you so bad you’re dragging me away from a party?” 
“That’s nothing,” you teased. “Wait until we’re really old and we’re finding ways to sneak around the nursing home.” 
He laughed and kissed you again. 
“Love you so fuckin’ much.” 
It was easier to focus on the party after that. Tommy gave Joel a look when you made it back to the table and Joel told him to mind his own business and you laughed and drank your mojito. 
By the time midnight rolled around, you’d been pleasantly tipsy for more than an hour, draping yourself over Joel at every opportunity when you weren’t dancing with Sarah and Maria. As the countdown started, the six of you crowded onto the dance floor with everyone else, champagne in hand, Joel’s arm around you as he held you to his side. 
“Three, two, one!” 
Joel turned you to him and kissed you before you’d even had a chance to yell happy New Year and you sank into him, almost forgetting about the drink in your hand until some of it dribbled down your wrist, making you laugh against his lips. 
“Couldn’t let a second of the year go by before I kissed you for the first time,” he said, his lips still close to yours. The knot of heat and wanting that had eased after your antics earlier was back with full force. 
“Good,” you said quietly, drinking in the hungry look in his eyes. 
“It’s supposed to be a toast, you insatiable weirdos,” Sarah laughed and you laughed back, separating from Joel far enough to raise your glasses and toast with your new found family. 
It wasn’t long before all of you made your way to the elevators, piling into one with a handful of strangers, you happy for the excuse to stay pressed tightly against Joel. 
“Good luck!” Tommy said, a teasing edge to his voice when the doors dinged open on your floor. 
You frowned at him, confused, as the doors closed and you laughed a little as Joel led you back to the room. 
“Why do you need luck? Is Tommy under the impression that you have to work to get sex out of me?” You teased. “Because it’s sweet that you’d protect my honor that way but we both know that’s a damn lie.” 
“Tommy’s just a dumbass,” Joel replied. “Ignore him, that’s what I do.” 
You laughed, the tail end of your buzz waning. 
“Thinking we should take full advantage of that jacuzzi tub,” you said as Joel unlocked the hotel room door. “And use it to research the investment of a hot tub in the back yard…” 
“You’re insatiable,” he teased, opening the door for you. 
You laughed and were so busy looking at him - his thick, dark hair that was flecked with gray; his plush lips; his soft eyes - that it took you a second to realize there were roses and petals all over the room, a bottle of wine chilled in a bucket on the small table. 
“Joel?” You looked back at him and he just shrugged, smiling. 
You went further into the room and realized that it wasn’t just flowers and wine. There were framed pictures of you and Joel from the last year of your lives together. One of the two of you on Bourbon Street, another from when you decided to actually take those wine tasting classes you’d talked about, one from your second Longhorn’s game. There were at least a dozen, each one making it look so, so obvious that you made each other happy. That you gave each other the lives you wanted. 
You picked up the picture by the bedside, the first selfie you’d ever taken together. You were hiking and you’d held your arm out far enough to try to capture some of the view behind you. You were smiling hugely at the camera, hair grimy with sweat, Joel’s arm around your shoulders. But he wasn’t looking at the camera. Instead, he was looking at you. Looking at you like you were the only thing worth looking at. Looking at you like you made him happier than just about anything else on Earth. 
“What…” You trailed off, looking up from the picture to see Joel, on one knee with a box in his hands at the foot of the bed. 
You gasped and jumped, your hands covering your mouth on instinct, eyes wide. Your feet moved before you really realized what was happening and it seemed sudden that you were right in front of him.
“Joel,” you breathed, trembling hands slowly leaving your face. 
“For a very long time,” he said, his voice assured. “It felt like I’d gotten the only good thing I was going to get out of life. I had Sarah and seemed wrong to ask for more than that so I wasn’t lookin’ for it. Wasn’t lookin’ for you. But then I found you - or you found me, anyway - and I realized just how good life could be as long as I got to live it next to you. 
“You are the single best person I’ve ever met. You’re so smart and funny and creative and kind and the most fun I’ve ever had and I can’t imagine anything better than getting to live the rest of my life with you. Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?” 
***
Joel wasn’t sure his heart had ever beat this fast. Maybe when Sarah was first born and there were the torturous few seconds of silence before she started crying, not sure how anything about pregnancy or babies worked. Definitely never since. 
But the silence between you seemed to drag on for an eternity even though he knew it could have only been a second or two. That didn’t stop his heart from racing. 
“Yes,” you nodded, your voice thick, tears in your eyes. “Yes, yes, yes, yes yes!” 
You damn near tackled him and he laughed, catching you and holding onto you as he lowered the two of you to the ground on a bed of rose petals. 
Joel, Tommy and Nick had been in here getting everything set up while Sarah and Maria kept you busy in Sarah’s room. There was a brief moment of panic when Sarah texted that the three of you were headed to the party and Joel had to ask her to buy at least two minutes because they were walking to the elevator themselves. 
“I’m so happy for you, man,” Tommy said, clapping Joel on the shoulder as they headed up to the party. “You deserve this, you really fuckin’ do.” 
“She ain’t said yes yet,” Joel said, feeling the nerves all sudden and hot under his skin. “Don’t jinx it.” 
“She’ll say yes,” Tommy said, sounding so confident. “Don’t ask me WHY but that woman adores you. She’s gonna love it.” 
He hoped you did. He hoped you loved the idea at all, that you loved the proposal, that you loved the ring. Sarah had helped pick that part out so he was more confident of that, finding a piece that was elegant without looking dated, something that he hoped you’d like wearing for the rest of your life. 
Because that’s what he wanted. He wanted you, wanted to make you happy, for the rest of your life. 
He slid the ring onto your finger, the diamond catching the light as he did. 
“Are you serious?” You asked, looking from the ring to him. 
“Serious about spending the rest of my life with you?” He asked. “Can’t think of anything better.” 
You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him, hard and needy. He leaned into it for a moment before he pulled back from you. 
“Should move to the bed,” he breathed. “Gotta treat my fiancee right.” 
You just nodded quickly and Joel got up before helping you to your feet. 
He tugged your dress up and over your head - as much as he wanted to fuck you in the sexy little thing you’d been tempting him with all night, the need to feel your skin was too great - and eased you down onto the bed. 
You moved to the middle of it and Joel got undressed, his eyes watching you hungrily, the glint of his ring on your finger making him somehow even harder. You removed your bra and cast it aside before you slipped your panties down your legs and tossed them to the side, leaving you exposed and bare. You were everything it seemed like he’d ever wanted and you were his, the proof of it right there on your hand. He fisted his cock, pumping himself once, twice, as he climbed between your legs. 
He wanted to make this last. He wanted to go down on you and swallow your pleasure until you were screaming with it. He wanted to kiss every inch of your skin. He wanted to tease you with his fingers until you were begging for his cock. But he wasn’t sure he could, not that moment. He had a feeling you wouldn’t be leaving the bed for a few days after this.
“Joel,” you panted, watching him, pupils blown and back arched. He smiled. For some reason, you wanted him like he wanted you. 
“Yes, Mrs. Miller?” He breathed, settling between your open legs, the apex of your thighs hot against his skin. You moaned and rocked your hips up against him, your needy little clit pressing into his skin. 
“Fuck,” you moaned, closing your eyes, fingers gripping his bicep tightly. “Love the sound of that…” 
“You have no idea, Beautiful,” he said, kissing you, grinding his cock against your dripping slit. You moaned, the movement of your hips stuttering for a moment before you adjusted the angle so the tip of him was catching on your entrance with ever pass, just enough for the most sensitive part of him to be enveloped in your tight, wet heat. 
“Need you,” you were almost gasping with it, desperate and wanting. “Please, please, need to feel you, I need…” 
“Always going to give you what you need, Baby,” he said, his cock dipping further into you this time before he pulled back and pushed himself against your clit again. “Always gonna take care of you, always.” 
He pushed into you then, firm but not to fast, your breath catching on your throat as he did. Joel kissed you, trying not to think about how damn good you felt, how it seemed like he belonged right there, deep inside you. 
“Fuck,” your nails dug into him but he held on. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good how do you feel this fucking good?” 
He could only moan in response, fucking into you, feeling you open up to him, your walls gripping him tight. He stayed still inside you for a moment, savoring it, the feeling of you around him while he was over you, the way you held onto him. 
But he couldn’t last that way for long. You - his fiancee. His fiancee, no one else’s, you belonged to no one but him - felt too damn good for him to last too long inside of you and he had to move, he had to. 
So he did, starting a little slower but still firm, pressing his hips into you so your hot little clit was against his skin. 
He could feel you starting to tighten around him, like your body was trying to pull him deeper somehow, your lips messy and desperate when they found his, trialing little kisses over his body when they don’t. 
“That’s it, Beautiful,” he panted into you. “Come for me, can feel how close you are, just let go for me, let me feel you. Need to feel you…” 
You gasped his name and pressed your whole body tight against him as you came around him, your pussy fluttering around him, working his cock, all warm and soft trying to pull him as deep as you could take him. He fucked you through it, hardly able to hold off his own orgasm, the aftershocks of yours still rippling through your tight channel when he emptied himself into you until he didn’t even have the strength to hold himself up anymore, collapsing on you, his head over your shoulder so he could smell your skin and your hair. Fuck, he loved that smell. Fuck, he loved you. 
After a minute, he adjusted the two of you so you were draped over his chest, your arms all soft and pliant, close enough that he could feel your heartbeat on his skin, feel your soft, little breaths on him. You held up your left hand, turning the ring back and forth in the light. 
“You’re sure about this?” You asked, glancing up at him as you fidgeted with the ring. 
“More sure than I’ve ever been about anything,” he said. “Would make you Mrs. Miller tomorrow if you’d let me.” 
You laughed a little at that, putting your hand down on his chest and taking a deep breath. 
“Doesn’t seem fair,” you said softly. 
“What doesn’t?” 
“You’ve given me so much,” you said. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted - everything. Feels like I’m not holding up my end.” 
“You kiddin’ me?” He scoffed. “You’re so perfect I have to remind myself that you’re real sometimes, that I’m not just imagining you. You make me the luckiest man on Earth every damn day by just breathing in the same room as me. If anything’s not fair, it’s that I got too greedy asking you to marry me. Should know to quit when I’m this far ahead.” 
You laughed and pressed your lips into his chest, looking at the ring again, twisting it this way and that with your thumb. 
“Make you a deal,” you said, adjusting your head so you were looking at him. 
“What’s your proposal?” He asked, teasing. 
“You take care of me,” you said. “Make sure I’m not getting too overwhelmed or overdoing it at work or just getting too in my own head. I’ll take care of you, make sure you take time for yourself, make sure you relax, make sure you know how great you are. Deal?” 
He smiled a little. 
“Deal, Mrs. Miller.” 
You smiled bigger. 
“Excellent, Mr. Miller.” 
He kissed your forehead. 
“Don’t have to change your last name, you know,” he said, giving you a squeeze. “I can always just call you that for my own damn enjoyment without making it official.” 
You laughed a little. 
“No, I want to change it,” you said. “Sarah was right all along. I think I’m going to make a great Miller.” 
A/N: Ahhh! I hope you all loved reading the story of Joel and Sarah's best friend as much as I loved sharing it! These two are so fun and so sweet, I'm so glad I got to give them the happy ending they deserved.
Thank you so so much for being here, for following along with this little story that started as a one shot based on a request that came in after I wrote another one shot as a request. I so appreciate that you're here, that you've spent your time with this fic and these characters and all of your support. This corner of the internet means everything to me and it's because you're a part of it <3 Love you!
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Hello! Can I request #1 and #3 with Barry Keoghan? ❤️
AN - Thanks for the request, anon!
Thanks To You
Summary - Barry brings you peace when your world is rocked
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Warnings - Angst with barely any fluff
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“You wanna talk about it?”
“Not really,”
Barry’s fingers that were in your hair paused, hearing the tension in your voice as you were watching the window outside, seeing the snow falling gracefully from the sky and cars driving along the street.  The world was still rolling by, though it felt like a standstill in your little apartment while the soft sounds of the fireplace were heard in front of you both.  Curled up on the couch, head in Barry’s lap as he was giving you both the intimacy of being close to you and space to let you talk about how heavy your heart was. 
The heaviness of your mother kicking you out of her home.
The last few years living with her was hard for you, her hardened heart was always on her sleeve and she was never shy in showing it to those who would defy her.  Ever since your parents divorced and your father found love with a new wife, your mother did the divorce rather hard and became bitter because of it.  You were merely living with her to both save up some money to move out on your own and to get some money in your savings.  Plus it was easier for you since your work was right down the street from your mother's house, but it was also a literal hell.  
The only ray of light that was in this whole mess was your boyfriend Barry.
You made sure Barry and your mother were never left alone in the room.  She briefly met him when he came to pick you up for a date, already analyzing him since he was an up-and-coming actor.  You knew she was judging him, even when he introduced himself to her and he was beyond courteous and polite.  It made you feel embarrassed, apologizing to him when he drove you off to the dinner.  Barry wasn’t worried about it, winking at you, and then laced your hands together to show you that he was okay with it.
“I don’t care what she says about me,” Barry reassured you when you slept over at his apartment one night, “I’ll use my Barry charm on her to win her over in due time,”
“It might be impossible with her,” You said with a groan as he chuckled, “It’ll be an uphill battle when it comes to my mom,”
“Challenge accepted then,” Barry said in a cocky manner, though you poked his side and he laughed.  You loved that Barry would make things light for you when he knew you were stressed out with your mom.  He whisked you away on weekend trips or mini-vacations that he would take thanks to a recent movie gig he landed.  Those little mom tens, pockets of joy even, made your heart grow for him.  
The last thing you expected though, right before Christmas of course, was to get into a fight with your mother over Barry and then get kicked out because she was filled with spite.
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Barry came over to your house as soon as you texted him and told him what happened, helping you pack your clothes and a small cluster of things that you wanted to keep with you.  He said nothing to your mother, who was scowling out on the back porch a you were crying in your bedroom and trying to get the rest of your things in the small bags that you did have.  After a few minutes, Barry took your bags and walked you out of his car.  He drove off with you, leaving your past behind without your mother not even saying goodbye.to you.
You called your father when you made it to Barry’s apartment, telling him all that happened.  Ever thankful that your father was supportive of you, he made sure to wire you some money to get on your feet and made sure you knew that his home was available for you to come to.  Yet you were safer with Barry, on the other side of town a bit away from your mother.  The first thing you said to Barry after hanging up the phone, seeing him watch you with Conner in his eyes, were four simple yet moving words that made you feel so small.
“Please just hold me,” you whimpered, feeling overwhelmed from all that happened within an hour.  Barry had you within his arms instantly as you sobbed and unleashed all that pain that was festering.
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“You don’t have to hide your tears from me,” Barry reassured you as you moved your head on his lap to look at the ceiling, noticing a tear escaping from the corner of your eye as Barry kept talking, “I know what’s it like with that kind of family.  It hurts, but it won’t last forever,”
“She said those nasty things about you, I couldn’t hold my tongue because I knew they were false.  But now…. I’m homeless,” You said in a defeated sigh.  Barry tutted as he shook his head.
“You’re not homeless,” he reminded you, then gesturing to the small apartment you two were in, “We’ve already talked about moving in together, so now this is your place.  We can get the rest of your stuff another time—“
“I don’t want anything else,” You gently interrupted as you slowly blinked, your heart feeling less heavy but still damaged.  You could still hear her voice in the back of your mind, bad-mouthing Barry and thinking of him as mediocre and cocky.  It killed you to hear that since you knew him to be far better.  He was kind, down to earth, and beyond generous.  He was a brilliant actor, as well as a brilliant human being, and for your mother to wish to see only the bad side of it was heartbreaking.  No matter that you two were on uneven ground or the bridge you two had was beyond broken, she was still your mother. 
Your mother who now shunned you and kicked you out of her life.
“She can burn the rest of my stuff for all I care,” You said bitterly, “I only got what I needed from that house, thanks to you.”
Barry smiled, though the look on his face seemed concerned about how you were reacting this way.  He knew you to be strong, tough as nails when it came to your work and fending for yourself.  He also knew you wore your heart on your sleeve and loved helping others when you could, there was no selfish bone in your body. 
So all Barry could do was simply watch you as you moved your head again to look out the windows, watching the snowflakes cascade along the window.  He was mentally telling himself that all he could do was simply be present for you in this time, knowing the plenty of times when you were there for him when he needed support.  You always took his hand, giving him sweet words of encouragement, there was never a time when Barry truly felt alone when it came to you. 
Now it was his turn to return the favor.  
The End.  
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Love To Hate Me || Kylian Mbappé
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Chapter 3 : Unfortunate Circumstances
Chapter 2
Plot: Just when she thought things couldn't get worse, y/n's car breaks down and only Kylian is on hand to help.
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"Shit, shit, shit!" y/n yelled, slamming her palm into the steering wheel several times.
No matter how many times she twisted the key, her car's engine refused to start. It kept revving up, giving her a snippet of hope, before the rumbling noise died out again.
For a little while, she sat, her forehead against the wheel. It was dark outside, which since it was July, was saying something. After Kylian's backhanded Instagram story yesterday, she'd been dying at the office and had only managed to escape her ever-mounting workload at this late hour.
Now, thanks to her stupid, ten-year-old car, her entire night was ruined as well as her evening and her day. Besides the night security team, nobody else was at the facility. She'd have to order an Uber, which would take forever to come, given that the facility was miles from the city. Plus, paying for an Uber would bankrupt her, on top of the mechanic fees she was going to have to pay.
One final time, she placed her hand on the key, "Come on, baby, you can do this."
No, it couldn't.
For the second day in a row, she sat alone and let out a loud yell, a roar really, except this time she received a response. There was a loud knock on her window and she glanced up, a frown immediately descending on her features.
Right outside her window, Kylian Mbappé stood, a self-satisfied grin on his face. When she just glared at him, he raised his hand and waved condescendingly.
Mortified, she wound down her window, the fact that her window was manually rolled down only adding to her embarrassment. Inch by inch, it slowly squeaked down, while she twisted the handle, and she glanced back up at him, sucking on her teeth awkwardly.
"You okay in there?" he asked peering down at her.
"Peachy." she declared, "Can I help you?"
"Car trouble?"
"No. I just like sitting in here, don't worry."
Unimpressed, he frowned, "Do you need a lift?"
"No, thank you." she cleared her throat, "I'll just... be fine, thanks."
"Get out of the car; I'm giving you a lift. Which arrondissement do you live in?"
"I don't need a lift, thank you, Kylian."
He frowned, folding his arms over his chest, "Get out of the car."
Sinking down in her seat, she stared straight ahead, out the windshield, arms folded over her chest, "I'm perfectly happy here."
"You can't sit in your car all night to spite me. You need to get home."
"I'll be fine." she declared, getting back to work winding the window up, "Goodnight."
As soon as she finished the window, he swung her door open, "Come on." he declared, sternly.
"Do you always demand random women get into your car?" she asked, refusing to stare anywhere but out of her windshield.
Grabbing her arm and pulling her out himself, he murmured, "Seulement les jolies."
A scowl rested on her face but she followed him to his car, well aware that he was right, she really did need a lift home- not that she'd ever tell him that. His car was nice, a large, blacked-out Mercedes, the kind of car a soccer mom would drive, which she found quite amusing. Hesitantly, she climbed into the passenger seat, relaxing into the comfortable leather.
As he started the engine, she mumbled, "Thank you."
He glanced out the window at her beat-up little car, as he drove past it in the parking lot, "Why do you drive a toaster?" he asked, not looking over at her, "Enrique been skimping on your paycheque?"
"I'm yet to get my first paycheque. Besides, I just moved to Paris, do you know how expensive that is?"
As much as she had a point; his car made hers look like a horse and cart. Besides, her lump of metal on wheels probably should've been scrapped before she was even born. She settled into his heated seat, watching the GPS on the screen.
"What, did you waste all your money on pantsuits?" he asked.
"I'm wearing a skirt."
Why did she say that as though he hadn't noticed?
They both settled into awkward silence, as he pulled out of the facility. After a few minutes, he quietly said, "Where am I taking you?"
She leant forward, typing her address into the car's GPS. He watched her and commented, "You live in the 18th?" At first, he looked a little puzzled, maybe concerned, though she highly doubted that as she wasn't too sure he experienced emotions besides horny and amused. However, when his face morphed into a smirk (an amused smirk), she already knew what was coming, "Are you a-"
"No, I'm not a fucking prostitute." she finished for him.
He grinned widely as she scowled furiously, "I was joking, jeez. That's a rough neighbourhood."
"Unfortunately, not everyone in this city can afford to live ten metres from the Eiffel Tower in a twenty-bedroom penthouse."
"You're the head of PR at PSG, I don't think you're exactly on minimum wage."
"Well, until two weeks ago I was just some PR junior at Chelsea." she paused, "This was a big promotion but I know how temporary these can be. I'm living below my means because I know my means can change like the wind."
He puffed out air, "Do you never wanna treat yourself though?"
"Easier to treat yourself when you make 2 million euros a week."
"Only if you round up." he muttered, "What were you doing at the office that late anyway?"
Flatly, she asked, "Do you really want me to say it?"
"Dealing with me?"
"You know, I relaxed for all of five seconds last night. It was so blissful until I saw your Instagram."
He contemplated apologising for maybe five seconds before remembering that it was a she-devil trapped in a supermodel's body, who sat in his passenger seat. "You follow my Instagram?"
"Literally my job."
"I'm not going to follow you back."
"Didn't ask you to."
"But you want me to, secretly. I mean, how cool would your little brother think you are?"
"I don't have a little brother." she shook her head, "Every time I think you have any redeeming qualities or you seem the least bit likeable, you just wreck it all."
"I can be very likeable." he shrugged.
"That doesn't mean you're likeable or nice. Anyone can lie."
"But I am likeable and I am very nice." he declared.
"I see, so it's just me who gets this side of you?"
"Yep." he popped his 'p'. She didn't reply.
After a while, he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. She turned, casting a glare in his direction. Her eyes dragged down to his biceps, bulging out of his tight t-shirt and- No. She wasn't drooling over his muscles, no matter how big they were or how much she wanted to touch them. No! Sure, he was handsome, but he was a complete ass! He'd just admitted that!
She sighed, "I don't hate you."
"Well, hate is a very strong word." he conceded.
"Okay. But I don't hate you."
"Apology accepted."
"It wasn't an apology."
"Well, if it was I would accept it."
She shook her head, turning to look out of the window to hide the slight smile creeping onto her face, "I have nothing to apologise for."
"You ruined my reputation."
"You brought it on yourself, really. Besides, you'll recover."
He hesitated, "The old head of PR never cancelled me."
"The old head of PR got fired for a reason, and you're not cancelled."
"I feel pretty cancelled."
She rolled her eyes, as they approached the city, leaning her head on the cold window. They cruised through Paris, the street narrowing more and more the further into the urban landscape they grew.
As they neared Montmartre, she quietly said, "You can just drop me here if you want, you don't need to go out of your way."
Dryly, he laughed, "No." he softened his tone, "You shouldn't be alone at night here, it's not safe."
"It's fine. I'm a black belt in kung fu."
"What, really?"
"No. But I'm fine."
"What, have you got someone waiting to protect you at home?"
"Nope, but it's not the 18 hundreds, I don't need a chaperone."
"So there's no boyfriend in the picture or-"
"Are you seriously trying to flirt with me after lecturing me for cancelling you?"
"No, I just thought you would. You know, a good-looking woman like yourself, who knows the Kylian Mbappé. What guy wouldn't be interested?"
"Well, I don't officially know you. You don't follow me back on Instagram, after all."
Without even thinking about it, he laughed, leaning back into his seat He shrugged, "Hey, if you release a statement displaying PSG's adoration of me, maybe I'll consider liking a couple of your posts."
"Have you ever spoken to a woman before?" she asked.
"I'm not flirting." he huffed.
"So you're just asking me if I have a boyfriend because I'm good-looking and you're curious?"
"Yeah. I'm just being friendly and sociable." he hesitated before adding, "And nice and likeable. Your name is y/n... something, you don't have a brother, you don't have a boyfriend, you're not very good at kung fu, you're wearing a skirt, you make less than 2 million euros a week, you used to work at Chelsea, and you now live but don't work in the red light district."
She was a little taken aback but she didn't let it show on her face. After a moment or two, she declared, "I have a brother."
"You said you didn't?"
"I said I didn't have a little brother. He's two years older than me."
"And he's a big Kylian Mbappé fan?"
"Nah, he thinks you're-" she cut herself off, clearing her throat, "No, not really."
"He thinks I'm what?" he asked, glancing at her.
She hesitated before admitting, "A conceited prick who causes his sister week-long stomach aches."
"Oh."
"You asked," she mumbled.
"Maybe he has a point. But I can be very nice."
"You keep saying that. I'm still waiting on the evidence."
He pulled the car over, "You'll see."
She glanced out the window, up at her apartment block, then turned back to him, "Thank you for the lift, Kylian."
"You're welcome, y/n."
She opened the door and climbed out of the car, a satisfied grin on her face as her back was to him. Then, she headed inside, unaware that his eyes were fixed on her until her front door closed. He watched her leave the car and cross the street, just to make sure the freaks that hung around in her dodgy neighbourhood didn't try anything with her. Then, even once the door had closed, he watched for a couple more minutes, just to be sure.
Not because he cared about her of course. Because he didn't. He made that very clear in his mind. Just because he was a nice person. He'd do the same for anyone. Even y/n.
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My First But Not My Last.
Pairing : Gojo x Femreader, Geto x Femreader
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Setting : Started from Pre-Cult Suguru Geto // Modified that Kenjaku will not totally take over Geto's subconscious later on // Girl bff Shoko, Mei Mei & Utahime, Strong sorcerer reader // Death, Murder Spree, Romance, Lemons.
Rating : M || m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t
Part 3 : My strongest
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Bleeding & broken.
That's how Satoru found you.
He took slow tentative steps toward you, avoiding the shards of glasses on the floor from the broken mugs & plates that he assumed you threw.
You did not even feel him approach you.
He knelt down & took you in his arms, your shoulders shaking as you cried yourself on his chest.
"None of this is your fault," Satoru said softly, "Forget that stupid man, you don't deserve to cry."
That's Satoru.
He has always been there for you, Satoru & Shoko.
He pulled you in his arms & carried you to the living room where a very worried Shoko & Meimei waited.
"Take her to the bath, we'll got it from there," you heard Meimei tell Satoru.
Your friends took care of you during that time, until you were able to get back on your feet.
Bless their beautiful souls for being very patient with you because you were very stubborn.
You started to move forward. But you did not move on right away. Your concern turned to regrets, to spite.
You began to spite Suguru Geto because Satoru was right - none of this was entirely your fault. He knew what he was doing. He's the same man who told Satoru that your skills & talents must be used to save as much non-sorcerers as you can.
He's a hypocrite.
But he was your hypocrite.
He was yours.
But it did not matter anymore.
Because you tried your best & it's time to put yourself first.
Your wake up call to move forward was when your favorite ice cream shop was set into fire along with the owner - your good friend, & with other non-sorcerers.
He is not your Suguru Geto anymore. He has become someone you don't know.
"Satoru," you called the white haired man who was resting lazily under one of the trees in Jujutsu high, "Oi Satoruuuu!"
He turned his head toward your direction, both arms under his head, "What?"
"I learned something new. You're gonna like this," you said with a confident smirk, "Turn your stupid infinity on."
Satoru remained lying on the grass, "I got them on all the time, stupid. Get on with it."
You rolled your eyes & focused your energy. Then you placed the tip of your index finger on his forehead, directly touching it, surprising Satoru, before you flicked his forehead.
"Ow! How did you do that?" He asked, sitting up rubbing his forehead, "Not bad, Y/N."
"I can finally touch the untouchable Gojo Satoru," you said smugly, sitting down in front of him, "You're not the only one who has a weird family ability. I think I inherited my grandmother's nullification ability - to which no one has ever seen for years!" You said just to tease him.
Well it's the truth. Many thought that the ability was gone, long before Sukuna's era, but your grandmother chose to live a simple life away from the sorcerer world because she just wanted to have a normal life.
Your mom inherited amplification & that's what you got. Plus nullification. So you can multiply & nullify any curse technique.
You just have to learn more about it & Gojo Satoru is the best practice material you can have.
"I guess I'll be your punching doll? That's why you're here?"
And he read your mind.
"Bingo! You are perfect for this role. Don't worry, Shoko will put your broken pieces back together after I'm done with you. I just need to get used to it. I think I can combine my techniques & use little curse energy when I nullify shit," You mused as you stared at your fingers," Meimei already taught me how to use my amplification technique well & I think I can use that to minimize the energy that use to nullify curses."
"When do we start?"
You stared at him with your pretty eyes, smiling as you tried to act adorable, knowing that Satoru would understand why you're looking at him that way.
"What? You mean now?!" He asked, standing up with his hands on his hips as he looked at you incredulously.
"Duh?" you answered, extending your arms to him as he pulled you up, "I wanna beat you at being strongest."
"You wish," Satoru answered confidently, trailing behind you as you walked back to the school grounds.
You remembered how Satoru helped you move forward. Well, not just him, your friends did a lot to help you get to where you are right now.
You focused all your energy to become stronger for a whole year.
Because one day, you know that your paths would cross & you're on opposite sides.
You swore to protect the weak like he did.
But now he is eliminating the weak.
And while you loved him so much, you can't stand for what he is doing.
"There's my princess," you felt a soft peck on your cheek, "Where were you? I have been looking for you all over the school."
You turned your head towards the man who sat beside you, "I have been here, working, when you should be too," you replied to Satoru, your now-boyfriend.
It did not hapoen right away. It was gradual.
You just realized that you were falling for him, when he told you that he has always been in love with you the same time when Suguru Geto did.
You just loved him first because Suguru was not a hard man to love.
Was.
But as you spent time with Satoru, you saw him more than the 'Strongest Gojo Satoru' that everybody sees. To you, he is just Satoru. Goofy, soft-hearted, kind, caring, smart, very laid-back & most of all, the man who brought your heart back to life.
When you thought you wouldn't be able to love again, he was there to prove you wrong.
Plus, he is the best you have ever had, yes better than your murderer ex - he made sure of it. Because if there's something to remember about Gojo Satoru, that would be his hate for losing.
Competitive bastard.
"Well you've been here for hours. You have to take a break," he said turning your chair to his direction as he pulled you toward him. He sat down & pulled you on his lap, his arms around you tiny wist, his lips kissing your neck sensually as you threaded your fingers in his hair.
"Mhmm, but we're at school. Somebody could just walk in -"
He cut you off with a kiss which you returned gladly.
"Ssssh, I locked the door," he smiled against your lips before kissing you again while he caressed your back, squeezing your ass, while you made out passionately.
He slowly lifted your skirt, your shirt already unbuttoned as you changed position to straddle him. He pushed your soaked underwear aside, tracing your wet folds, your back arched while your tongue continued to dance with his.
You kissed the sensitive spot behind his ear, mking him moan slightly as you nibbled his earlobe.
"Satoru, I want you so bad," you rasped in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
You ended up sprawled in your office table, with Satoru fucking your brains out, your work long forgotten the moment he entered you.
"Oh gooood," you muffled your moans as you don't want anybody to hear.
"Cum for me, princess," he commanded & it was like a switch that was turned on. You felt the tension building up in your belly & not long after, you were a shaking mess under him, as he continued to fuck you with no mercy.
"Not yet done with you, love," he hissed between his teeth, "Not fucking done with you yet," he said between his thrusts, "Until I get my fill, which will never be full because you are like a fucking drug to me."
You'd definitely work overtime today.
A/N : Typed on my phone. Gradually proofreading typos. Please bear with me.
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sixteen.
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Zora, the sassy sagittarian, turned twenty nine or twenty fine, as Nique corrected.
Having stuffed their faces full of delicious food, from several different houses the day prior, her mom and sisters rounded her up for a home cooked breakfast plus mimosas, took her shopping, got her nails and toes done, got her hair redone, all paid for by Leon. She was being pampered to the fullest.
She was currently being driven to her surprise of the night, about to drive her loving boyfriend up a wall with how much she asked, are we there yet?
“I'm gonna turn around and go home,” he playfully threatens, earning a swat to his arm.
“Stop it! I'm just excited, that's all.” She says, crossing her heeled feet.
“I know, I know.” He nods, pulling into the lot, hopping out and helping her out as well.
“Aw, this place is cute!” She says, admiring the building in front of them. It was quaint and draped in deep blue, the name of the poetry club, Speak Easy, is lit up in gold cursive.
“Glad you like it,” he smiles, holding out his hand for her to take, as he leads them inside and over to the round red acrylic table that seems to sit underneath a spotlight. She hums to herself.
The inside was beautiful, the walls are black and the floors, a deeper blue, giving off an almost velvet effect as the steps to the lower level sparkle back at her.
A waitress comes and sits a glass of white wine down in front of her, and a glass of rum in front of Leon, before leaving them alone again.
“What? Is she psychic or something?” She whispers, making him laugh.
“No, baby– even though that would be cool,” he nods, “when making the reservation, it asks for your favorite drink and dessert. You can order something else, but they start with those.”
“That's so cute,” she dances in her seat. “So a slice of red velvet cake is gonna meet me before we leave here, tonight?”
“Absolutely, beautiful.” He answers, leaning in to kiss her lips.
She swoons, just staring at him once he pulls away. He does the same with her.
“You look stunning, tonight. Like a doll.” He compliments, twirling a strand of her curled hair around his finger.
“Thank you! I feel like a doll,” she giggles, “I don't get all done-up like this unless it's an occasion.”
“And an occasion, it is. I pulled out one of my best fits for you, girl.” He chuckles.
“Aw, and you look so good in it!” She compliments, rubbing his chest.
Thank you, baby,” he says, leaning in for another kiss. “Happy birthday.”
“Thank you!”
“Welcome, welcome. As always, we appreciate everybody in the house tonight for supporting us. We've got a lovely group for you tonight, some new, some familiar faces. Our first performer is heading our way, so get ready to be wowed and remember, hold your applause til the end.”
The lights dim to a soft pale yellow, as the first person sits upon the stool to share their poetry piece. Spice is her name, and she embodies it perfectly with her ginger hair.
“Honey with spice,
Simple, yet divine.
Wild, but grounded.
Messy, and worth it.
A woman of many shades,
Personas,
Layers.
Who I am is for me to define,
And for you to uncover.”
“Wow, she's good.” Zora comments, as they all clap for Spice. “I like how short and sweet it was.”
He nods in agreement, his nerves beginning to get to him. He smiles at her. “Y-yeah, she did good.”
The next performer by the name of Bleu takes the stage, and the lights dim to a pale blue.
“In spite of it all,
I came, saw and conquered.
In spite of it all,
I lived,
I loved,
And I lost.
In spite of it all,
I have no regrets.
If I could go back and double it.
Triple it.
In spite of it all,
I'd still tell my younger self
to love just as hard as he did,
And my future self
to love harder.”
More applause, and Zora’s sliding her hand into Leon's clammy one, her nose wrinkling up as she softly laughs.
“You okay?” She asks.
“Yeah, just wanna make sure you're having a good time.” He answers, brightening the smile on her face.
“The best time.” She reassures him with a squeeze to his hands. “I know I crack my jokes about you being a walking poem, but I like being in the places you love to be in.. seeing you in your zone, too. It's beautiful to me.”
Moved to tears, he clears his throat and wipes his face. Her hands cover his own, while she gazes at him.
“I've got another surprise for you.” He says, before giving her another kiss and disappearing from the table, leaving her alone and confused.
“What?” She quietly asks, before looking around at the other tables, really feeling like she was underneath a spotlight now.
Turning her attention back to the stage, she takes a sip of her forgotten wine, almost spitting it out as Leon taps the mic.
“What??” She whispers again, her eyes popping out of her head.
She had just gotten contacts, and she knew she was seeing correctly.
He was performing?? She finally gets to see him do his thing, on her birthday?? Was he gonna perform a piece for her??
She had so many questions that were about to be answered, as the lights dimmed to deep orange, completely moving her to tears.
“In all the ways,
I dream of you.
You're a goddess.
Ethereal.
I happily kiss the ground you walk on,
Pluck every flower just for you.
My muse.
My passion is you.
The most beautiful woman to
ever walk the earth.
To ever cross my mind.
Damn, you’re so fine.
In all the ways,
I dream of you.
The light,
And the dark.
My sun,
And my moon.
You shine brighter
Than the stars.
The blank space
In between stanzas.
A resting space,
A much needed break.
I lose my senses
When it comes to you.
Forgetting how to speak
Is only the beginning of
Just how frazzled you make me.
In all the ways,
I dream of you.
Bold,
Brilliant,
Beautiful.
Captivating,
Enamoring,
Mesmerizing.
I'm hooked on you.
Absolutely,
Always and,
Forever.”
The applause seems to double in volume as he finishes, and a single slice of red velvet cake with a candle in it is sat down in front of her, as everyone sings happy birthday to her.
“What?!” she yells for the third time.
Grabbing the napkin from the table, she dabs at her eyes and looks around in disbelief, feeling like she was living in a dream.
“Make a wish, sweet stuff.” He says from the mic, as he was still on the stage.
Taking a second to think, she clasps her hands together and blows the candle out, earning another wave of applause that makes her squeal.
As soon as he makes his way back to Zora, she damn near clings to him, giving him all the hugs and kisses she could possibly give.
“That was… that was the most beautiful, sweetest thing ever.” She whimpers, wiping her tears away for the second time tonight.
“I'm so glad you loved it, cause I was so nervous!” He chuckles, lacing their fingers together and kissing her lips, repeatedly.
“It was perfect,” she says in between kisses, “you are the sweetest man!”
“I do my best for you.”
Listening to the rest of the poetry pieces, sipping on her wine and eating the most delicious cake, Zora was on a high for the rest of the night.
“Best birthday ever.” She says, swishing the soapy bubbles around in the bath he drew for her.
“Ever?” He asks, tracing a random pattern on her other arm as he sits behind her in the spacious tub.
“Ever,” she repeats. “Tonight was something out of a movie! I felt like the only woman in the world.”
“You're the only woman in my world. That's for sure.” He says, making her giggle and welcome the many kisses to her neck and cheek.
“I love you, sweet stuff.”
“I love you too, sugar foot.”
She never even considered “birthday sex” to be a thing, but the way he put it down had her working her brain overtime on what to cook him for his birthday, which happened to be the next morning.
A day and a year apart, she had to admit was pretty wicked.
“Happy dirty thirty, Avery!” She'd greeted early this morning, pressing kisses to every part of his face.
His baritone laugh sounded through the room as he wrapped her up in his arms, “thank you, sweetheart.”
“I made breakfast!” She says, excitedly jumping up from his bed and into the hallway, causing him to sit up and rub his eyes, and properly stretch.
Coming back in with a plate of strawberry crepes, her grin turns cheesier at the look on his face.
“Look at this!” He exclaims, taking the plate from her. “I've always wanted to try my hand at these.”
“I knew it,” she laughs. “I've only made them like one other time, and it took me like an hour! So try them and tell me what you think, please.”
He nods and takes a bite. Then, another bite. And one more, his hums of appreciation cause her to cover her face.
“Damn, this is delicious!” He says, popping a strawberry into his mouth.
“Yeah, you really like ‘em??” She asks, watching him continue to eat.
“Girl, you finna watch these disappear!” He chuckles, pulling her into his lap, where she takes over feeding him the delicious breakfast.
“Is this how you feel when you cook for me?” She asks, looking down at his handsome face.
“Super accomplished? Hell yeah,” he wholeheartedly nods, making her giggle.
“Did you taste 'em?” He asks, holding a piece out for her.
“I did, but I'll just have one more bite.” She obliges, sighing at the sweet and creamy taste.
Like he said, she watched him make the crepes disappear in record time. She clapped as he hit his victory dance, still seated.
Doing his best shimmy for her, the burst of giggles that hit his ears was another present for his day.
“I got you something,” she says, while they're standing hip to hip in the kitchen, washing the leftover dishes from breakfast.
“What is it?” He asks, nudging her once she starts to laugh.
“Let's finish up here, and you'll see!” She says, flicking soap at him. Of course he flicked some back, right on her nose.
Did the dishes get neglected for a soapy water fight that lasted for five minutes? Absolutely.
Did those five minutes turn into an extra thirty, as they went at it on the counter? Again. Absolutely.
Done with their own shenanigans for the time being, cleaned up and sitting in his living room, Zora sits the box in his lap, a huge smile stuck on her face.
“I don't know which one of us is more excited,” he cracks, the box making a snap sound as he pops it open, finding a stack of gold, square rings— the coolest rings he's ever seen with his own two eyes.
“Woah,” he says, blowing out a breath.
“I originally went to buy you a new chain. Maybe some new studs, but then I saw these! And while you don't wear much jewelry, I thought it would be something of a statement piece to add to your wardrobe, ya know? B-but, if you don't like ‘em, I kept the receipt.” She says, folding her hands in her lap.
“Oh, I'm keepin’ these!,” he laughs, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “Thank you. These are super fucking cool, babe. Ima put ‘em on now, just cause!” He announces, pulling them out and sliding them on his middle and ring fingers, holding them up to watch them shine back at him.
Zora's chin is in her palms now, watching him enjoy his gift was the highlight of her day.
“You're welcome, babe.” She responds, pulling his hand towards her, wanting to watch them shine, too.
“Oh, one more thing!’ She says, before hopping up and grabbing the box she hid on the other side of his couch. The complete confusion on his face was priceless.
“How long was that there?” He asks.
“About a week?,” she pauses to do her mental math, before nodding, “yeah, about a week.”
“I’m surprised I missed this big ass box,” he chuckles, making her shake her head.
“I’m glad you did miss it! What kind of surprise would that have been?” She asks with a laugh.
“She’s learning the premise, lord.” He kids, laughing as she snatches the box away.
“I guess I’ll just take this baby back, since you like to play games.”
“Alright, okay. Let’s relax, I was just kidding,” he holds his hands up in mock surrender, making her laugh and hand it back.
Just in case she tried any more funny business, he pulled the lid off the box to find a smaller box with the word Canon written on it.
“A camera? For real?!” He yells, opening it up to pull out the Canon EOS Rebel T7 DSLR Panasonic LUMIX FZ1000 I.
His jaw was on the floor and his mind was blown.
“I've had my eye on this one, girl.”
“I know.” She says, sitting back down beside him.
Unable to find the words, he just fondly shakes his head and stares at the camera, trying to figure out how to turn it on.
Once he does, he checks the battery and aims the camera at Zora, who covers her face.
“Come on, be the first picture to grace this, here camera! Let me see that beautiful face, Jean!” He says, pushing her shoulder with his free hand.
“Okay, okay,” she drops her hands, and he captures her natural mug. Looking back at the photo, he fondly shakes his head again.
“What,” she nudges him.
“You got me the coolest gifts ever. I don't know what to say, besides thank you. That feels inadequate.”
“The coolest guy ever deserves the coolest things ever, right?!” She exclaims, nudging him again.
“The coolest?” He asks, that boyish grin making her own cheeks burn as she nods.
“I'm glad you like your gifts, seriously. I know gift giving is your thing, and you're so thoughtful with yours.. I just wanted to live up to that, too.”
“Zora, let's not forget that you've painted me. Several times. The most thoughtful thing I've ever seen. Hell, you set the standard for me! We could do this all night,” he laughs, sitting the camera down on the coffee table and grabbing hands.
“Thank you. I love my gifts and I love you.”
“I love you too, and you're welcome.”
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Zora was currently making dinner, and even though she insisted that they didn't have to get dressed up, she was back in her little black dress, since he ever so sweetly requested that she wear it for him, and he pulled out another one of his best fits for his favorite occasion.
“Never let an outfit go to waste, girl!”, he said multiple times today. She'd remember it for sure.
Coming into the kitchen, he does a spin for her as she whistles, “look at you, hot stuff!”
The killer smile he sends her way makes her face warm, a couple giggles escape them both as they awkwardly sway.
“There go those angry bees, huh?” He jokes, pulling her away from the stove to wrap her up in his arms.
“Babe,” she whines, “it's this cologne you've got on, too. My goodness, you smell so good!” She deeply inhaled, making him crack up.
“You told me to always keep a bottle of it near, so,” he shrugs, that smile still on his lips.
“Too much,” she comments, dropping her gaze to his suit. “You really have on a whole suit!”
“Yeah, I do!” He says.
“Even though we're not going anywhere,” she continues.
“Baby, we don't need to leave the house to get all dolled up!”
“No, I know! And don't take what I'm saying the wrong way. I just.. I just always felt there needed to be an outing attached, but I honestly feel less pressured, since it's just you here. I mean, you get my nerves going enough,” she rambles, and he just smiles and cuts her sentence off with a sweet kiss.
“If it feels extra, that's the point,” he cracks, pulling a smile from her. “Question. You don't think you look good, tonight? Cause I think you look absolutely gorgeous.”
“I do, yeah!” She answers.
“You don't think I look good?”
“Of course I do, Leon!”
“Okay, then! Our night on the town just happens to be inside my apartment, and that's okay. Right?”
“Yeah, it's perfect.” She corrects.
“That's what I like to hear. You don't even have to put those dangerous heels on!”
She scoffs a laugh. “Please! Ima go put ‘em on just for that! Dangerous heels.”
“Hey, you always complain about them hurting your feet!”
“Yeah, I be a lil sore but beauty is pain! Why do you think I have a headache every time I look at you?!”
“A-ha,” he dryly laughs, “very funny.”
“I thought so too, now go sit. Dinner’s ready.” She says, shoo’ing him out of his own kitchen.
Two glasses of white wine sit at his round table, along with a tealight candle in the center. Zora came and sat down two plates of piping hot food.
“Damn, this looks delicious babe. I gotta take a picture!” He exclaims, jumping up from the table to get the camera off the charger.
She softly laughs at the way he rushes back over and snaps a picture of her beautiful setup.
“Okay, okay. We can eat now!” He says, sitting back down.
“How many pictures is that, now?” She asks.
“Uh… five?”
“Yeah? I'm shocked there aren't more!”
“Well, technically there's only four, cause I had to retake one. It came out kinda blurry.”
“Still keep it,” she suggests.
“Yeah, maybe.” He says before they join hands to say grace.
Digging right into the stuffed chicken breast and potatoes, the same look he wore at breakfast is back tenfold, making her laugh and look away from him.
“Again, you finna watch this disappear.”
“Stop it, and tell me how lunch with your two favorite girls went.” She says, digging into her own plate.
“Well, I was missing my third,” he faux pouts, earning another smile out of her, “but lunch was great. I didn't realize how much we'd all missed out on in the last couple months!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, Eryn was traveling to Florida and back on another business trip, ma was sick for a few weeks, and around the timeframe she gave me, I remember calling her and asking her if she was good, cause you just know when parents are tryna save face and act like their in tiptop shape. She had a cold the whole time.”
“My mama does shit like that, too. It's so frustrating, like let me help you!”
“She swore it would've disrupted my schedule, like she's not my mama. Fuck that job.”
“Yeah, fuck that job,” she repeats, laughing at the expression his face. “This really bothered you.”
“It really did!” He laughs, shaking his head. “But, she's promised not to do that anymore. We’ll see,” he sighs.
“Hold her to it,” she points her fork in his direction. “I do my mama like that, too. She be tryna slide outta her promises too, they think they're slick.”
“I agree. I need somebody to take her off our hands cause she's gonna turn us gray, not the other way around.” He half-jokes, making Zora crack up.
“Leave her be! Cause if a man does come around and scoop her up, you really ain't gon know where she at and how she’s doing.” She smirks, snickering at his stale expression.
“Anyway,” he says.
“I'm just saying! But, anyway.”
“Other than all of that, this has been a great birthday. I always pictured thirty in so many words, and grateful is all I really feel.” He says, reaching across the table for her free hand, meeting her bright smile with one of his own.
“I'm glad I could be a part of it, there's nothing I'd rather be doing than being here with you.”
Holding his tears this time, he gives her hand a squeeze to keep the mood light, even though she's tugging on his heartstrings like crazy.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, baby. Happy birthday.”
Changing out of their fancy clothes after their photo shoot, the two threw on their pjs and settled on the couch to watch their usual cartoons, along with bowls full of ice cream— his was cookie dough and her was brownie cheesecake swirl.
“Best way to end the day.”
“Yeah, getting sugar wasted?”
“Like the teenage me would,” he laughs, sitting his bowl down on the coffee table, pulling her into his lap, sideways.
“Was I too far away?” She asks, biting into a brownie chunk.
“Yeah, I still think you do it on purpose.” He says, snuggling right into her neck. She laughs and sits her bowl next to his.
“I do not!”
His muffled laughter sounds in response, then silence covers them as they sit and soak up the moment. Nothing but the sound of the tv in the background.
“I love you” is conveyed in light sweeps of his fingertips over her bare thighs. Nuzzles against her sweet spot. Her nails softly scraping against his scalp.
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“Shit,” he groans into her open mouth as she grinds on top of him, his hands on her hips, fingertips digging into her heated skin.
“Feels good, huh baby?” She moans, placing a hand on his chest, wrinkling his shirt in her grasp as she moves faster, the clap of her ass against his thighs giving her extra motivation.
“Good as fuck,” he smacks her ass, pulling her t-shirt up to bury his face in her chest.
His nips and licks to her sensitive flesh had her eyes rolling back. His groans vibrate off her skin, her own moans tangle between.
Her hands find his growing curls, tugging just to drive him wild. Both of his hands come down on her ass again, earning a gasp in return. Her arousal doubles, the squelching joining their sexual harmony.
“I fucking love you,” he groans, his head falling back against the cushions. Her ass is still smacking against his sticky thighs.
“I know,” she says with a smirk, pulling her t-shirt completely off. The dazed smile on his face made her throb against him.
Pulling him to her by his neck, she watches as he buries his face back into her chest. Her hands find his hair again, her bottom lip deeply bitten into as she continues dropping her ass on him.
“Fuck, baby..” his raspy groan sounds through her chest, her hips back in his firm grasp. He was close.
Pulling him up to face her, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, pressing kisses all over his face.
“I love you,” she moans, “cum for me, baby..” she whispers, smiling at the way his eyes begin to roll back, her name falling from his lips like a prayer as he reaches his peak.
She kisses his parted lips, the way he's wildly rutting into her and grunting has her throbbing against him again.
“So fucking sexy, baby— shit,” she gasps, feeling her own peak creep up on her, “oh my god.”
“You cummin’, yeah?”
“Fuck-— yes!” She moans with her head thrown back, loving the way he grips her hips and takes over slamming her down on him.
Now, that's the best way to end the day.
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an-au-blog · 4 months
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We've all seen Sora take the kids and marry Zeff or leaving Zeff custody of Sanji but hear me out: Sora doesn't die and is the one to break Sanji out of the dungeon and escapes with him. They're in some no name town in the East Blue and Sanji sneaks on to Mihawk's little coffin boat to loot him and take it back to his mom and gets caught. Mihawk walks him back to Sora who apologizes profusely and Mihawk can see that shes ill and that they're clearly out of their depth and for whatever reason, his mind cannot fathom it honestly, he offers to take the Kuraigana with him. Sora and Sanji agree too, for whatever reason, maybe they're scared because they know who he is, or they're just that desperate. Either way they agree and leave with him.
They make a supply stop a couple islands away because Mihawk realizes they have nothing except a shared back pack of clothes and that's it. Sanji is trying not to hide behind his mom from Mihawk but he's a kid who's been through a lot and Mihawk reminds him of his brothers and Judge. Mihawk gets them a few outfits and picks up some more food because of how thin they both are. When they check into an inn and Sanji's asleep Sora finds Mihawk and thanks him and says she had to save her son.
Not even a month after they're all settled in his home Mihawk finds himself extremely endeared to this duo and hopes they never leave, it takes him another three to say it and Sora cries happily and Sanji nods. Sora has taken over most of the cleaning and Sanji cooks with Mihawk a lot and Sora has improved greatly. The dynamic isnt perfect by any means but it works for them. Sometimes Sanji's nightmares will wake Mihawk up before they wake him up so Mihawk will sit with him until they do or he calms down. Sora knows a lot about caring for weapons and instruments so she'll tune the piano or clean his antique swords.
Woops Mihawk is in love and suddenly has a wife and child he didn't think he would and Newgate is going to laugh at him. Doesn't even necessarily think of the implications or anything just tells them at dinner over their plates. They don't leave until Sanji decides to go work at Baratie when he's a teen and then joins the straw hat crew. Life goes on. Everyone thinks Sanji's an orphan still since he doesn't talk about his parents. His parents read the paper.
When Perona appears Sora confirms it's not her pink haired daughter but she'll take another. And then look! Zoro's here, Sanji's nakama and the kid Mihawk almost killed, how charming. Zoro's really confused because Mihawk in the castle is different from the master training him and he's a lot softer and kind towards Sora. Sora asks them both about their adventures in pirating and such.
Zoro asks point blank if she's Sanji's mom and she laughs and mentions how that's so Sanji to not talk about them and Mihawk mentions how smart that is because otherwise oops, they're either down a son or Mihawk's bounty is unfrozen. Sora jokes that need two more to make up for the other two she has and Mihawk tells her that they cannot keep collecting kids.
Zoro is absolutely gonna kick Sanji's ass.
That's a whole-ass fix right there, damn! I actually love any au where Sora doesn't die, I don't wanna see her go ngl hahaha ':)
And I genuinely think she can melt almost anyone's heart. But have you thought about the Sanji repressions??? He's already canonically bitchy but now he'll have all the sass from Mihawk as well????? I think that'd be absolutely hilarious!
Plus that would mean that Mihawk was going to the Baratie to check in on his son, that's so cute omg :') And that could also be an excuse for why he didn't kill Sanji's "new friend" during his fight with Zoro.
Also why do I feel like Mihawk would try his damned best to make Sanji call him father instead of dad and Sanji would do it just to spite him.
Sanji: thanks for uh... you know... not killing my new crewmates
Mihawk: I guess it couldn't be helped
Sanji: Whatever, bye dad
Mihawk absolutely not having the heart to correct him at this point:... yeah.
Also Sora adopting Perona during ts makes me so happy. She would brush and braid her hair thinking if she'll ever have the chance to do it with her biological daughter. So that only makes her want to savour every moment with Perona while she can. And I think Perona would love Sora as well, she loves cute and pretty things so they'd make a great dynamic just absolutely driving Mihawk up the wall by redecorating... or as he calls it "ruining the aesthetic" or his castle.
Also... for the haha's: Sanji knowing way yoo much about swords would confused the hell out of Zoro. Not to mention that once Zoro finds out about his connection to Mihawk, I feel like he'd want to fight him even more than he already does. Bonus if Sanji is actually a really skilled swordman.
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roomsofangel · 3 months
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GROWING PAINS . . . # CHAPTER FIVE !
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synopsis you hated christmas. simple. this year was no different, the only thing changing was the scenery when you decide to let your older brother, yunho convince you to visit your grandmother who neither of you had met but hoped it would do some good. everything was still the same — writer’s block, the winter loneliness, the way yunho won’t stop singing jingle bell rock, yeah, everything was the same. at least, until a certain blonde haired boy made it his mission to melt your iced heart.
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okay, maybe this was a bad idea. but would you admit it out loud and your defeat? that was never going to happen and you stayed next to the catering, helping yourself to the appetizers and knick knacks that your grandmother’s neighbor had put out for the guests. the only good thing about these things were the food, and you hoped your brother would come back soon.
the music made you scowl, god, you felt like the grinch except you didn’t want to steal christmas, you wanted nothing to do witn it. maybe spiting your grandmother was more beneficial for her than it was for you this time, shoving some chips and salsa into your mouth in hopes of getting yourself out of the funk you were in. the dress you wore felt too snug, the red, despite complimenting your skin and the makeup you wore, suffocated you in every way that you didn’t even know was possible until now.
where was yunho? he swore he’d be by your side all night, and it made you feel small. yuyu never broke his promises.
frowning, you took another chocolate chip cookie and broke it in half out of habit, setting one piece to the side and began chewing the other, eyes scoping the room in silence.
“here by yourself?” you heard a familiar voice, head turning to the direction it came from and there was your delicate stranger who adorned a smile to greet you
he wore a nice suit, which made you both want to tease him for but also has your cheeks redder than your dress. for a christmas party, it seemed more as if you were being courted for royalty and wow, san looked like a prince.
realizing you hadn’t responded yet, you covered your mouth that was filled with your sweet treat and nodded once in acknowledgment, “waiting for my brother,” your voice slightly muffled before swallowing your food fully, “he said he’d be back soon.”
san nodded, taking the spot next to you and looked around the room, holding a glass of fruit punch in his hand which made your lips curl up, “what about you?” you asked
humming, san glanced towards you, expression soft before be laughed quietly, “well it is my house so,” he amused lightly
your eyes rounded at the information given to you, this was san’s house?
noticing your reaction, san only smiled more, “my mom really likes christmas so i decided to do this for her.” his voice reminding you of a sweet melancholy, you nodded along. that’s sweet of him.
you couldn’t remember a time where you would go out of your way to do something like this for your parents, or a time where they did for you and yunho and the feeling in your chest that came with the thoughts only reminded you more of the ache. “that’s sweet of you.” you swallowed back the hurt, it wasn’t san’s fault and you didn’t need to take it out on him. it wouldn’t be fair.
plus, you admired the gesture. you could see how close he and his mother were.
“what about you?” he asked, lips pressed against his glass before he took sips from his drink, “fan of christmas?”
pressing your lips together, you shook your head while finishing the cookie you were eating, “i’m more of the grinch who rather leave christmas alone than steal it.”
in response, san laughed and shook his head with amusement. his dimples were more prominent this time and your stomach was filled yet again with that feeling you never could reconginze, a feeling you never had a chance to feel until san made his way into your life slowly, “that’s a good one.”
you looked at him with your head tilted, “do you like christmas?”
san shrugged, “yes and no, but i’m starting to like it more this year.” he smiled to himself, glancing towards you before his eyes went to the guests that were talking amongst each other.
chewing on your lip, you turned to take the other half of the cookie meant for yunho and handed it to san, “here,” you smiled
brows furrowed for a moment, san looked at your hands than at you, “are you sure?” he asked gently and you nodded, reassuring him by pushing the treat more towards his direction and into his hands
“i don’t think he’s coming anytime soon.” you frowned, attempting to mask the ache in your chest
tonight was the first night yunho broke a promise, and tonight was the first night san made up for it
you can’t recall how much time had passed when you found yourself sitting outside on the balcony in san’s house, hearing the party that was still very much active while you shuddered in the cold. you hugged your body for warmth, hoping yunho would pop up soon and you both could go home and you could curl up in your blankets after a warm shower and meal. where was he? he would have told you, you tell each other everything.
wiping the tear that began to roll down your rosy cheeks, you looked at the night sky that held the crescent moon, light snowflakes enveloping in your vision. some of the stars twinkled next to each other, your lips curling up slightly while admiring the stars and the moon that brought warmth in your chest. “i knew i’d probably find you here, i didn’t see you go home.”
tensing at the sudden voice, you glanced behind you from over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of san who walked towards you with a blanket, draping it over your shoulders while you mumbled a soft thank you before he took a seat next to you, “not a party person?” he asked
you held the blanket tightly, warming yourself up while looking at san with a thin lipped smile, “not really..” you mumbled
looking back at the sky, you listened to the music downstairs and the laughter, san clearing his throat before apeaking again, “did you ever find your brother?”
frowning, you shook your head, “but hopefully he’ll turn up.”
“you’re shivering,” his voice was soft and gentle, leaning to fix the blanket on your body and you looked up to him with doe eyes, “come on..” standing and holding his hand out
your head tilted, aanting to ask where he would be taking you but no words came out, mouth lightly agape and waiting for the words to flow out but never did. you sighed, standing and taking his hand into yours and noticed his was just as cold as yours — why did he sit out here with you without a blanket if he was just as freezing?
without another word or hesitation, san lead you back inside and down the hall into his bedroom where you swallowed the lump in your throat. you were in san’s room.
it looked like him, resembled him in a way and your lips curled up again, hearing the door shut quietly while you moved to sit on his bed, holding the blanket to make sure it didn’t drop off your body.
you watched san’s movements, he rummaged through his drawers and you noticed him pulling out a tee shirt and sweatpants, turning back to where you were and placed them by your side, “change into something more comfortable, i’ll be right back.”
before you could object or ask questions, san gave you a kind smile and left the room.
you sat there for a moment, wondering what to do next. your eyes glanced at the clothes he placed next to you, deciding to stand and regard your dress that you pulled the straps off your shoulders first to start with first, pulling down the attire until it dropped to your ankles. you didn’t want to waste time, unsure when san would be back and pulled on the sweatpants first
the shirt san had picked out for you was a simple black tee shirt, picking it up to pull over your head and smooth it out before climbing back into his bed.
you sat there for a few minutes, was san coming back? did he leave you here?
first yuyu, now sa—
“are you changing?” a muffled voice interrupted your thoughts, lifting your head to see it was coming from the other side of the door, you replied back that it was okay to come in and you watched the door open and san coming in with two mugs, both having whipcream and marshmallows
you noticed his small grin while he closed the door and sat down next to you, “i, uh, got us hot chocolate,” the blush on his cheeks evident
“how sweet..” you mumbled, though, your voice was gentle and you hoped you didn’t sound gloomy again. you smiled, taking the white mug he had given you
he nodded, “everyone’s starting to leave so i took advantage of what we had left in the kitchen,” he mentioned softly
everyone is leaving already?
“did you..” you spoke before you were ready, your words abrupt which caused san’s head to instantly turn to you, “did you see yunho?”
san paused for a moment, before his features went from confusion to as if he had just realized yunho was your brother, and he frowned slightly, “i’m sorry, i didn’t.”
mumbling a soft its okay, you sipped your hot chocolate, the whipped cream getting slightly on the tip of your nose that made san laugh, his thumb moving to wipe it off.
“i’m sorry if i’m intruding,” you looked at the mug that rested now in your lap
“i invited you, i promise you’re not,” he chuckled before standing, putting his mug on his night stand, “i have to say goodbye to the guests but.. make yourself at home.” he smiled, making his way back to the door
you watched him walk away, holding onto your mug tightly while nodding with a small smile, “thank you..”
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luffyvace · 1 month
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〜Kats x black gn! Reader〜
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Katsuki x black reader seems like power couple so I’m doing it 😎
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Okay so starting off with your drip
he honestly thinks your fits is 🔝 tier!!
but he never says it out loud 😐
if he does it’s at least not directly 🤷‍♀️
words of affirmation isn’t his thing..
but you know what is?!
act of serviceeeee 🤪
soooo..he’ll buy you clothes!
some times he’ll surprise you with stuff he knows you’d like and say he just happen to walk by
(he deliberately went looking for it)
and other times he just tells you to throw some clothes on, takes you to your fav clothing shop and tell you to pick out what you want 🤷‍♀️😊
he’s probably already picked up on AAVE from others he’s heard talking and context clues
so you can use it around him without having to explain
He’ll use it occasionally if the situation calls for it but he always uses it right—and never overuses it when unnecessary
as for your hair he’s more likely to buy you the products than he is to actually help you wash your hair
just cuz he knows you know what your doing
plus you can do it yourself, your not his child 😂
he could if he wanted to, but he chooses to stick to restocking your supply :)
his head massages>>
and by that i mean if you just got your hair braided and your head hurts he’ll gently massage your head without messing your hair up
Your hair is probably filled with oil and cream but he can just wash his hands :P
(If) he can braid hair i feel he wouldn’t have a problem with doing it
his braids and lines would be straight and he’d be quick at doing it after getting the hang of it too
if he can’t for some reason or another he’ll book you a good hair place/hair dresser
he’ll give you his moms hair products not to mention!
certainly gets it for free too
no way he’s paying for his ‘old hag’s” crap 😒
-katsuki
(he probably has his own from her because she forces him to take it. He likely avoided it at first and used something else out of spite, but once he tried it and discovered it works really well he started using hers instead)
besides after mitsuki finds out he’s getting some of it for you he gets extra from her
(partially bc she made him take it and partially because he wanted you to have some as a gift)
your food (let’s say you can whip up some delicious food) is pretty good to him!
he easily prefers cooking with you over any other class 1a student
simply because he tolerates (loves you) way more than any of them
cooking with him is pretty fun since your good and you don’t get yelled at!
you have a good nose for seasoning as well~
another thing ;P
your features are something he admires often
if you sit in front and diagonal to him it’ll be easier for him to not get caught
but he won’t deliberately turn around to stare if not, obv 🤡
he likes how distinct they are, gives him a lot to observe
i don’t know he just really likes looking at you (in a non creepy, romantic, way) 👍
especially when you look so peaceful while sleeping <3
your culture/dancing is something interesting for him to learn
And whether you know it or not yes he likes to learn (nerd 🤓☝️)
he leans more towards your culture tho
and there’s nothing you can do to get him to dance..
but he’ll watch you dance !
ofc not in a weird way, just seeing the dance itself and criticizing it (not in a rude way dw)
btw
Imma tell you right here right now no matter how dark or light your skin is, it was never a problem for him and never will be💗
he buys you bonnets when they rip or you loose them
if you loose them and he finds it after buying you another one he’s gonna smack you upside the head 😆👍
He probably relates with some things as far as if you have strict parents :P
actually, not probably.
so at least you have someone you could talk to about that
moral of the story? you and katsuki are highly compatible 💗👍
Trying to clear my drafts 😛
hope you enjoyed these dear black readers!!
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Imagine the white beard pirates doing a cheesy crew costume
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During a failing brainstorming meeting
Ace: uck, who decided that the yonkos should have a crew costume competition every year, Big mom always wins any ways. They're an entire family of theater nerds, and logia users, of course they're going to win.
Marco: It's a tradition Roger started, and there was once an attempt to stop having them, but King's assistant single-handedly secured its continuation by asking if pulling out of the competition would be forfeiting, because all four four of the captains refuse to forfeit. And they did entirely to spite King, who hates the competition, because be has to participate. *Crumples a sketch into a ball and torches it in his fist*
Izou: He deserved it too, from what I hear, but thankfully the other crews aren't much competition though, Kaido always does and animal or monster theme. Shanks's crew can barely scrounge together costumes. And both of them are usually only there for the food and booze.
Thatch: And pops is always so challenging to clothe, since we don't have a place to store lots of fabric. Plus he's too frugal to let us go all out on a costume for him.
You: I have an idea, and I know pops already has a bunch of the clothes we can use for his costume. All we'd need is a pops-sized plastic apron, plastic gloves, and a paper hat. And we could use the project I've been working on.
Izou: *looks over at you slowly, and without blinking, to emphasize his judgement* and what would we be going as?
You: so I think it's time I show you my project.
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At the storage room you've converted into a crafts area
You: Behold... bread
Marco: *starts laughing* because's he's looking at two giant plushies that look like slices of bread*
You: yes, there's even a pad of butter pillow *whips it out and chucks it onto the bread* I stuffed it with your feathers.
Thatch: ooh, is this what you were doing with that fabric?
Izou: here I was thinking you were making clothing with that hideously colored fabric. That's a relief, but I still don't get it.
You: imagine pops in a polo shirt, khaki pants, wearing a plastic apron, a paper hat, and plastic gloves holding bread.
Izou: right...and why is pops dressing like a deli worker making a sandwich? What would we even use to go in the sandwich.
You: .... *grins evilly at him*
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The day of the costume event
Whitebeard: *excitedly bouncing in his chair and is already wearing his costume* we'll arrive shortly, is everyone ready.
You: *dressed as a slice of tomato* no, they're still trying to wrestle Izou into his jam jar costume...oh there he is
Izou: *waddling around the costume* Look at me, I look ridiculous*
Thatch: *dressed as a bottle of Cesar salad dressing with fake little knives glued in it, like it's being stabbed* No you don't, you look adorable. *boops his nose*
Ace: *dressed as a slice of thick cut salami* Alright let's do this
Whitebeard: *uses the two slices of bread to pick the three of you up, and holds you aloft as he walks off the boat* who wants a sandwich!
The crew: *all dresses as condiments and sandwich fixings flood off the ship to meet up with the other crews*
Izou: *smooshed up against you, is wearing a deep frown and glaring at you,* I'm going to hold a grudge for this....
Ace: oh look Kaido picked to make their theme zombie animals this year!
You: *tries to distract Izou* hehe, and big mom and her kids are dressed as a chicken and a brood of chicks.
Whitebeard: *spends the day scooping up each of his sons and carrying them around in the bread*
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giantchasm · 4 months
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So I've seen a lot of people posting their Kirby fankids recently...
And so I figured I should finally try and post some of mine! I've had them for a while now, but I've been too lazy to talk about them on Tumblr. Let's change that by making a post about my favorite out of all of them... my special little princess... my beautiful skrunkly.
Everyone, I'd like you to meet Peony!
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She is, of course, my Taransusie fankid. She came into existence because I was playing Tomodachi Life and I got attached Taranza offhandedly mentioned that it would be nice to have a family one day and Susie just kind of nodded along but her internal reaction was a strong 'ABSOLUTELY NOT.'
This reaction... unnerved her, to say the least. She didn't understand why she felt so strongly about this. It's not that she didn't like kids. She liked Kirby plenty! And so why...?
Oh stars, it had to do with her dad, didn't it?
Her own unfulfilled childhood. Her resentment for her father. A fear that inevitably she'd fail as a parent in the same exact ways he did.
Realizing this was what was holding her back, Susie proceeded to get extremely angry. Why the hell was her dad still influencing the decisions she was making? He was long gone! She wouldn't let him make her hesitant or boss her around. She wasn't afraid. She could do WAY better than him. In fact, she would make a great mom! She'd show him.
The next thing she knew she was holding a baby she'd grown in a test tube.
Susie pretty much immediately realized she fucked up the minute this thing started moving. She didn't have anything to take care of her. Not even a blanket to bundle her in. What was she THINKING? Did she seriously make a living being out of spite? Maybe that would have been acceptable during her ‘Yeah, sure. I’ll do whatever evil thing I want’ era. But now? It was pretty apparent she made a mistake that she couldn’t take back.
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Thankfully Taranza was… mostly understanding? I mean, he was surprised, of course, and he had to be like “SUSIE. Never do something like this again. ESPECIALLY without talking to me about it,” but when she explained he understood why she reacted the way that she did. Plus, as unexpected as this all was, he pretty much instantly fell in love with little Peony.
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Which is to say nowadays they’re a pretty happy family! Peony is 8ish and things are going great. That is… except for one teensy, weensy, SLIGHT problem.
There was an incident wherein Peony almost died, and following it, she’s started seeing ghosts. This would be alarming under ANY circumstances, but with her family especially?
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…Hoo boy.
Further explanation under the cut, since this is long enough as is
First of all, I figure I should probably explain the circumstances of Peony’s near-death experience. It was all sort of a freak accident. One day, Susie had to perform some inspections at the Works Company, and no-one else was available to watch Peony, so she was just like, “Well. She’s a well-behaved kid. I’ll bring her along. What’s the worst that can happen?”
The ‘worst that could happen’ was her child being fed to an industrial meat grinder. All it took was looking away for ooooneeee second. Peony leaned a little too close to one of the company’s machines, fell, and the next thing Susie knew, she heard screaming.
She. Was. Horrified. She scrambled to shut off the machine, but it was too late. Peony was already hurt. Really hurt. She pulled her broken body from the machine, but there wasn’t much else she could do. She pretty much just had to call Taranza, explain what horrifying thing happened, and then wait for him, a person with actual experience using Soul and healing magic to get there before it was too late.
I cannot explain enough how distressing this was. Susie is someone who isn’t used to feeling helpless. She’s in control in pretty much every situation. But sitting there, holding her actively dying daughter, she had none of that usual control. Despite herself, she couldn’t let her mind wander back to that person. The one that she was thinking about when she first made Peony. She said she’d do better than he did, but…
If Peony were to die now, they’d be the exact same.
Even once Taranza arrived, they weren’t exactly out of the woods. He completely panicked, presented with the idea of losing another loved one, and his attempts to stabilize her were sloppy and desperate. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to find her spirit to tether back to her body with his magic. Was it… already too late?
That’s when it felt as if something was passed off to him. Her spirit practically shoved into the metaphorical hands of his mind’s eye. It didn’t make any sense— it felt as if someone had intervened, but he didn’t question it. He took the stroke of luck as it came, and just barely he was able to stabilize Peony.
…She was hurt, but alive.
When she came to, her family was relieved, but she revealed something strange. When she was on the brink between life and death, she swore she was helped by two mysterious strangers. They comforted her, helped her calm down, and helped her get back to her body.
She described them as a ‘pretty lady’ and a ‘funny old man.’
Taranza and Susie weren’t sure what to make of this. It… couldn’t be, could it? But from thereon out, Peony continued to see these strangers, as well as develop more spectral powers.
You see… Peony is half Neumann— the same species her mom is. Her mom doesn’t have any magic abilities thanks to her cybernetics, but archetypically the species is susceptible to being… overloaded with a certain type of magic, especially when in life or death situations. Look at the Mage Sisters, for example. When on the brink of death themselves, they ended up becoming one with the elements that nearly killed them.
It was the same for Peony. A perfect storm, really. The Arachnid’s predisposition for Soul magic combined with the Neumann’s ability to soak up magic made for a very unique set of circumstances. And so when her dad used Soul magic to heal her, and some spirits perhaps stepped in to save her life…
Peony was overwhelmed. She developed an unnatural connection to the dead.
That said, Peony’s ‘guardian angels’ weeereeennn’t exactly supposed to do what they did. The rules of life and death are very strict. Particularly powerful spirits are allowed to remain wandering if they have unfinished business, but they are NOT to mess with mortal lives.
The arbitrator of life and death was outraged. It said it should whisk the two of them to Hades for their audacity! But this, too, was something Peony overheard, and she rushed to intervene. She begged Morpho Knight not to punish the mysterious strangers who helped her. If if was her who was supposed to die, shouldn’t she have been punished instead? She said she’d take their place.
…She didn’t know they were her granddad and her father’s long lost friend at the time. She just knew they’d helped her out, even though they didn’t know her. She had to return the favor.
Morpho Knight tested her conviction. It made it seem as if it was really going to go through with reaping her, but when she didn’t back down, it relented. It… couldn’t whisk away an innocent child. Perhaps all the time spent watching over Kirby was making it go soft. It allowed Peony to have her way. Truthfully, with the abilities she developed, the boundary between life and death for her family was already going to thin anyways. It would watch and see where this went.
Nowadays, Peony and the ghosts are best friends. She’s learned of their origins, and given a bit of an ego boost from her unlikely survival, she’s promised one day she’ll bring them back to life. This is something that is NOT going to happen, but at the moment she’s convinced she’s invincible— that she has unique, unmatched power and can do anything she wants to.
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Her parents are… hardly sure what to make of all this. It’s difficult to believe, really. But the more Peony talks about her brand new friends, the harder it is to deny her uncanny knowledge. And that means old wounds are reopening as they grapple with the complicated implications of the very flawed people they lost not only entering their child’s life but, in a way, reentering theirs.
…But that’s a story for another day. I figure I’ve probably talked enough. All you need to know is god complex spirit medium spider girl. I hope everyone else likes her as much as I do.
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