#//dumb title is dumb but i figured this was a time travel thing like you mentioned?
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honorhearted · 2 years ago
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"take your bloody hands off of me!" from claire
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The air was thick with smoke from musket-fire, and shouts arose from varying vantage points as Ben remained hunkered low behind a tree. He and his men had been out on a reconnaissance mission – it was supposed to be quick and open-and-shut – yet despite assurances of otherwise, they’d been thwarted by a small group of loyalists.
Aiming his flintlock as silently as he could, Ben glanced around the tree in his cramped position, his vision momentarily blinded by sweat as he searched through the woods. His cheek stung from a shallow cut he’d received from a low-hanging branch, and with a grimace, he paused to wipe his sleeve across the wound. Blood and perspiration smeared across his white cuff and further dirtied up his uniform.
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Bang!
Fresh musket-shot zipped through the air and Ben dove to the side before running in a zigzag. Not pausing to look over his shoulder, he wove in between various trees and tore through the underbrush, all the while searching for the perfect place to take cover. Nearly losing his balance across the forest floor, he righted himself again and stumbled onward, but not before slamming headlong into a figure…something petite and warm.
Cursing, Ben managed to keep his flintlock from discharging as he landed harshly onto the stranger. He was suddenly peering directly into two wide eyes, and his breath caught once he realized he’d fallen over stop of…a woman? What in God’s name…?
Scanning the stranger from head to toe, he balked in mortification once he realized this woman was indecent – her odd-looking shift ended well above the knee, and her stockings, though a decent enough cover, were a peculiar color and fabric. Good God, who would have been cruel enough to steal this woman’s skirts? And why?
"Take your bloody hands off of me!"
Oh. Well, that had certainly been sobering...
Amidst trying to keep himself from being overheard by the enemy, let alone targeted, he now had to deal with a screeching, hysterical woman on top of it all. Had he been any less shocked, he might have slapped the sense into her -- he'd seen the camp physicians do this more than once -- but he remained stock-still and frozen before stammering, "I...I-I...m-madam, I am only trying to help...please! You must keep your voice down!"
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beautysamour · 2 years ago
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Wrong destination | chapter three.
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Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader
Summary: Finally arriving to Ravka, the prince invites you to come to the Little Palace with him ensuring you that he’ll be able to help you find what you need to help your “sick” friend. Little did you know the help you’d find wouldn’t just be for medicine.
taglist: @spellsofavalon @themermaidscales82 @obxstiles
a/n: …guess who’s back ? I apologize for the little hiatus, life has been very busy for me!
enjoy!!
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“My jaw feels much better, thanks for asking,” you hear Nikolai Lantsov saying to Alina, both just a few feet ahead of you. It was weird missing Sturmhond, and yes you admit that you missed the sarcastic, cocky, yet loyal and smart privateer. But it was weird, mostly because he technically wasn’t a real person, he was just a title.
A title that you were able to communicate with and who ended being the first-and probably only-person in this time period that you weren’t worried to open up to if you ever truly got comfortable with him. You thought you wouldn’t have to worry because he wasn’t in any history books, well Sturmhond wasn’t, but his actor was.
The prince and future king himself, Nikolai Lantsov. However, you didn’t consider him the man you told all those things to even though he knew of such things. You considered them to be separate people.
From your peripheral you see Nikolai suddenly look back at you and begin to slow down his horse’s stride; effectively taking you out of your thoughts. As your horse begins to catch up with his, you turn your head to focus your gaze on something else hoping that Nikolai was dumb enough to think that you didn’t notice him.
Nikolai was not dumb.
“Out of everyone, you shouldn’t be the one riding behind us all, what if your lungs suddenly gave out on you,” he said half jokingly and half seriously, “Unless you want me to give you cardiopulmonary resuscitation again,” he said fully joking this time to which you cringed. You didn’t him to feel comfortable around you as bad as that sounds, you wanted to remain as distant to these famous historical figures as possible despite already traveling with them.
“Mal is behind me,” you answered aloof like, “and I’d- rather you not give me mouth to mouth again.” The last part of your sentence slightly took Nikolai aback, he’s never witnessed someone use the phrase mouth to mouth to describe cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Nevertheless, he shook his head before continuing the conversation.
“Yeah,” he said slowly, “and he’d probably redirect you to me so I can help you again.”
He looked directly at you expecting you to respond and was met with you awkwardly averting your eyes everywhere- a quick glance at him accompanied by an expression that looks as if someone you hated randomly confessed to you, a quick glance to the trees around you opposite to the side Nikolai was at, and finally a quick glance down to the horse you were on accompanied with a hand being brought up to the top of its head before looking at the path straight forward.
Nikolai looked at the trees opposite of your side, attempting to stifle a laugh earning a confused side eyed glance from you.
The rest of the ride is filled with frequent glances from Nikolai, and feigned ignorance coming from you as a response.
Saying that you felt out of place was an understatement.
The more you interact with the tsarevich, the more you become aware of the generation gap between you and everyone else, you cringed as you thought back to what happened a few minutes ago.
“…Hi?” you said with a cringed expression as you kept your gaze on the man in front of you currently holding a hand out, waiting for you to take it.
“Hey,” he replied, not moving, slightly edging his hand towards you.
You assumed he was waiting for you to take it but…a part of you thought that maybe he’d try to pull you all the way down.
You weren’t used to Sturmhond not being around.
“Are you going to take my hand or are we going to stay out here all night,” he asked not necessarily annoyed, but rather tiresome, “I understand that my presence brings you great joy-“
You cut him off with an obnoxiously loud groan and put your hand in his, allowing him to help you off the horse.
“There, wasn’t that hard now, was it,” he said with a teasing smirk as you all walk towards the palace.
As you come back to the present you realized that you failed to keep up with whatever Lantsov was saying, “Did you get all that?”
You felt your body stiffen at hearing his question; was he going to upset when you say that you indeed did not get all of that- Sturmhond would’ve just shook his head and leave you where you were until you came running to him asking what he said. You bit the side inside of your cheek as you decided to remain quiet.
In front of you, you heard him let out an exhale that sounded like a mix of a sigh and a chuckle, “Saffi is located just outside the palace, whenever you feel properly rested; take a horse and follow the rocks until you can’t anymore. There, you’ll find Saffi.”
Saffi, the name sounded familiar but nothing comes up when you try to remember how you know that name.
“Who’s Saffi-,” you began to ask before quickly getting cut off, “I’ll come check on you in the morning, until then,” he gave you a quick nod before practically lounging down the hall, heading towards the sun summoner.
Oh. That makes sense, why he cut the conversation short that it. A few minutes prior to the introduction to Saffi; Lantsov, Alina, and Mal got themselves into a conversation about an political marriage between the Saint and the Prince, so you assumed he was still going to try to convince her despite Mal’ objections.
With your thoughts going back to the name Saffi, you turned the opposite direction and made you way through the halls of the palace until you reached the stables.
You picked up a rock, one that you intended to use as a weapon if the person supervising the horses would fight you on the topic of taking one, but fortunately you didn’t need to for Lantsov already told them to expect your arrival.
“Don’t bother tying Emmi down, just let her run back to us,” you looked down at Emmi, the horse, then looked back up at the man in charge of the horses with a raised brow.
“…Why?”
The man gave you a wide grin, his teeth crooked, “Emmi doesn’t need a reason to stay, you won’t be coming back.”
“…Cool,” you said as you grabbed the reins on the horse and began to ride to Saffi’ place.
When Lantsov said to follow the rocks, you expected it to be an unsatisfying experience with only rocks to be there to look at. Instead it was the opposite, the trees leaves were the colors of anything ranging from brown to red; there being multiple trees at that, and to the right of that path you were riding on was a creek, one that reflected the moon and even yourself.
The rocks were wedged against many flowers, it looked like a first graders doing if you were being honest, but it was charming nonetheless.
“It’s pretty, isn’t it,” you asked Emmi. She neighed in return.
Within a few minutes, the number of rocks began to decrease and less and less of the creek was visible. The moon was still as bright as ever. Soon enough you saw a cabin and softly pulled the reins on the horse to tell her to stop.
As soon as you jumped off the horse Emmi immediately shoved her head against your shoulder before running off back to the Palace, leaving you alone.
“Hey! Emmi!” Your mouth gaped open as you watched her gallop away, feeling betrayed; you looked side to side as if you were with other people who would have reacted to this scene of betrayal.
You let out a deep sigh.
You turned around and began walking to the front door of Saffi’ cabin.
Saffi’ cabin was very…cute. There were sunflowers and potatoes casually in front of their house, hearts drawn on the bricks and the words “Welcome” edged into the wood of the door. Not having any feeling of danger, you walked right up to the door.
“Hello-,” before you could connect your fist with the door, it swung inwards revealing a middle aged women holding a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other as she jotted some stuff down. As the pen began to come to a stop, her eyes met yours as you awkwardly stood in front of her.
You cleared your throat getting ready to introduce yourself to her, “The tsarevich told me to come here, to your place, for medical purposes. We just came from the Fold.”
The women eyed you up and down a few times before nodding to herself and angling herself to the inside of the cabin, “Saffi! She’s here,” she yelled out. She looked back at you, eyeing you up and down again, and walked further into the cabin; waving a hand behind her motioning for you to follow her.
You glanced behind you taking in the scenery and noting which position the moon was in before taking a step inside, as you went in you widened your eyes as you looked around at the interior design of the place.
You think you’ve been here before.
The stairs, the clock at the top level, the table in the middle of the bottom floor, the clock pendant near the door- there were even potatoes settled in the middle of the table.
Yes, you have definitely been here.
To your left you could hear the footsteps of the middle aged women steadily getting further away, and heard nothing coming from your right.
Perhaps you should explore, you probably had a few minutes before another person entered the room so; why not? The clock that looked eerily similar to the one your family had surely must have something important.
You shook your head disapproving the impulsive thought’s pooping into your head. The clock wasn’t a rare design by any means, it was normal to see that kind of clock especially in this time period (is what you want to believe) so you should just forget about it. Plus, if you got caught snooping around you’d definitely get kicked out and forever loose the owners trust, and you’d never meet Saffi.
Even though that wouldn’t really matter. No one was actually sick, you didn’t really need a doctor. You were sent here because of a lie you told Sturmhond.
“There you are.”
You jumped at hearing a voice come from behind you, whipping your head back as a result.
The voice came from a women who looked closer to your age then the other. Around her neck was a necklace with a pendant of an insect, her eye color, hair color, eye shape, hair type, and even lip curve were the same as yours. It felt like looking at a picture of yourself that had been tampered with a few times.
“Uh, hello? You there?” asked the women after a few moments of silence.
“…Yes,” you carefully say. It was so weird looking at her. She looked so much like you, “Oh, uh,” you clear your throat remembering what you came here for, “The Tsarevich recommended you, he said that you’d be able to help me find a cure-“
“Mhm.”
“-For my friend-“
“Mhm.”
“-Who’s very sick-“
“Mhm,” as you told her your half lie the woman walked past you and pulled a chair open for herself to sit at, all without interrupting you.
“-And that’s why I’m here.”
“Ok,” she said while nodding, “So what’s your friends sickness? Deadly I presume?”
“Yes.”
She nodded again, slower this time, “Is he dead?”
You opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out, leaving you with a gaped expression. The women nodded once more seeming to have all the information she needed, and stood up from her seat, “Follow me.”
You followed as she lead you up the stairs and past the clock into another room, “Take a seat.”
Like the set up downstairs there was a table in the middle of the room. On it were laid out papers marked with lines that connected into a turtle.
Huh. Cute.
You took your seat on the chair closest to the door and watched the women make her way to the other side of the table and did not take a seat. She fiddled with insect pendant hanging from her neck and she observed your sitting figure.
“So?” She said randomly. You raised your eyebrows in response, confused.
“Huh?”
The women tilted her head at you, now confused at you. “What do you mean ‘huh?’”
She sighed at your dumbfounded expression before speaking again, “What do you need help with?”
Oh. “My friend.”
“Y/N, honey, I thought we had an understanding that I knew he was dead. Don’t you have anything to say to that?”
“How do you know my name?”
You never told her your name, oh wait, maybe…Lantsov? Maybe he told her. Shit, stupid question.
“Wait- never mind.”
“He never told me your name.”
…what? If he never told her… and she even knew that your “friend” wasn’t alive…
You straightened your back and gripped the sides of the chair, ready to bolt out the room if things escalated.
“You can read minds,” you whispered out just loud enough for her to hear.
The women stared are you. That’s all. Just stared, then ran her hand up and down her face as she processed your words.
Are you being for real? This is what she was waiting for?
“No,” she breathed out, “I wish- but no,” she put her hand on one of the chairs and pulled it out leaving enough room for her to sit in.
“My name is Saffi by the way. Saffi L/N. I knew your name because I knew you would come here, I saw the future.”
This time all you did was stare.
She had the same last name as you?
Then suddenly it all connected in your head. How she knew your name, how the door opened right before you could knock, the clock, how she knew that your friend wasn’t just sick- that he wasn’t sick at all in fact.
That he was dead.
As for her name sounding familiar, your father often spoke about a Saffi whenever you brought up your powers. He always told you how Saffi was considered as the most talented of your family despite being alive millennia’s ago.
The staple of a time grisha.
But even then, you felt you were missing something about her.
“Oh,” you said breathlessly, “Oh my g-“
“Mhm, anyways,” continued Saffi, “Although I knew we’d meet, I wasn’t able to see the part that explained why you’re here,” she put her forearms on top of the table then leaned forward, closer to you, “What happened?”
Where to start, you thought to yourself. Your gaze went from Saffi’ eyes to the insect pendant. Why an insect? Realizing you were getting distracted you forced yourself to look back up and began to tell her everything that happened from when you entered the forest with Elijah.
She sighs before rubbing a hand up and down her face frustratedly, “Well you definitely lost it.”
Your brows furrowed in frustration and panic at her words, you knew that your power wasn’t working at the moment but you couldn’t accept that it was just gone, “There’s got to be a way I can get it back-!”
“Yes,” she says exasperated as she interrupts you mid panic, “There is. You don’t have your power right now because you used to much, to much than what you current power level is- was.”
She walked over to the furthest side of the dining table, cocking her head to the side telling you to follow. She stuck the end her necklace that was in the shape of a hornets stinger into the small hole at the lower left side of the table. Suddenly the table opened up, revealing another level of the table that was right under the surface.
In there were books, and papers, and maps- Saffi quickly rummaged though the maps and picked up a specific one that was folded intricately, you’d have to know the way it was folded if you didn’t want to rip it while attempting to open it. She points to a location marked on the map.
“The tortoise,” she begins, “it’s shell serves as the best kind of amplifier for our power. If you manage to get this-.”
“I’ll be able to go back,” you said completing her sentence. If the reason why you were stuck is because you used too much- and maybe the flaw with how you used your power to begin with is that you never had an amplifier so you were always pushing your limits- then receiving one will surely fix this problem.
And you will be able to use your power in a more precise, controlled manner.
“Correct,” Saffi answers, “When I went into the future and saw that you and I would meet, I pushed myself a little past that moment. I spoke with your mother, and your father; someone from my bloodline. Yet he wasn’t Grisha like me and you.”
She faced her body towards yours, completely focusing on you, “So then I went back, and met you. You were grisha, you were probably 5 around that time. Even then you were already able to stop time- which is no easy feat even for our family lineage. But you would not go far without an amplifier,” she turned towards the table again, refolding the maps, “Even though I wasn’t able to see what happened that caused you to go this far back in time, I figured that if you and I really were to meet, that you’d be in a situation where you stayed long enough to have looked for me, something must’ve gone wrong. And I was right.”
She paused for a moment, carefully replacing the maps in the drawer. She glanced at you once she finished putting them away; looking at you for a reaction.
“In order to go back, you have to find the tortoise, take its shell and use it as your amplifier.”
“I…see, um, yeah, that makes sense.” That wasn’t a lie, you did understand. You were just overwhelmed with all this sudden information and on top of that, a wave of tiredness hit you when Saffi began explaining how she met your father.
She sighed at your lackluster response, “Alright well, it’s late, you should go back to the Palace now. Come back tomorrow and I’ll give you more information on how to find it.” You gave her a weak nod and followed her as she led you to the front door.
“And take these,” she said when you reached the front door. She held held a paper bag out to you to which you grabbed with question, the weariness getting worse. In your rather dazed state, you heard Saffi snort as you began to doze off in front of the door.
“Oh- sorry,” you said, realizing you were still inside the cabin.
“You’re all good. In the bag is a bunch of tea petals by the way, just so Nikolai won’t become suspicious as to why you came back with no medicine,” she took a step forward opening the door for you, “Goodnight, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight,” you mumbled out as you watched the door close in front of your face. You tilted your head upwards looking for the moon. Who cares about the position of the moon, you just wanted to pass out on a bed.
You let out a loud groan and brought a hand up to entangle in your hair, where the hell is your horse?!
“Emmi!” You yelled out to no avail. You looked to your left to see if Emmi was there, she was not. Looked to your right, there was no horse. Looked up, you swore the stars connected into a horse constellation.
You frustratedly raked your fingers through your hair, getting more and more annoyed by each run through. Dropping your head you focused in on your feet, low key zoning out as the frustration welt away.
You let out a rough breath and whispered out a defeated “ok.”
Accepting that Emmi wouldn’t magically show up, you lifted your feet and began your walk back to the palace by foot.
“We need her- I need her,” barked out the dark haired man as tightened his grip around his waist, his head hanging low due to the mix of frustration and immature disappointment.
With his jaw clenched and his damp hair framing his face he looked back at his mother, his disagreeing mother. After everything he’s done for his people, this is how his mother repays him.
“You’ve gone too far,” his mother nonchalantly replied trying to diffuse the tension before her son got too agitated.
“Too far? Mother I’ve barely even started,” getting a sudden outburst of confidence and inspiration, the man walked up his mother, even impossibly darkening, “I need her. More than the sun summoner.”
The man turned around and walked himself to the door. He stopped for a second, seemingly about to say something else to his mother but then shook his head and continued walking out the door; leaving his mother alone.
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gsstories · 11 months ago
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Kunoichi of Norrisville
As the title says, I have had an idea for a female ninja, a Kunoichi! I told this idea to my good friend @ikari-shinsei and we have had so much talking about the relationships between the Ninjas and their respective Kunoichi!
I know this has been done before, not exactly full on original but I love how much we have developed the idea so far. So, like in most stories, the Kunoichi is the Ninja’s partner, the ying to his yang, the water to his fire, the moon to his sun, you get the idea. The Kunoichi did not originate from Norrisville nor was it involved with the Norisu clan since the beginning. In fact, before the Kunoichi came to be, they were a trio of sisters who happened to be witches, all specializing in different magical aspects: the eldest, spirits and souls; the middle, magical artifacts and weapons; and the youngest, potions and spells. The eldest and the youngest ended up passing away after an attack just after creating the Kunoichi mask. Its purpose was to let the sisters use the other sisters’ specialized magic since they had a hard time doing so on their own. Now, the middle one, the First Kunoichi, was out and about traveling, taking out any monster that came her way. Next thing she knows, she has her knife to the throat of a man in black and red ninja attire.
The Kunoichi has powers similar to the Ninja, although they are usually more spiritually connected. They have a book similar to the Ninja Nomicon called the Kunoichi Codex (I did not come up with this, it was a writer in Quotev who I shall name later!) The Codex is a bit more direct to whoever has it, considering its writer was not as cryptic as the writer of the Nomicon. The Kunoichi uses war hand fans as a primary weapon and uses a sickle as a secondary one. She has knives hidden in most of her persona and the shoes she got? They are made of metal that can cut through almost anything. (Yes, I was inspired by Carmilla Carmine from Hazbin Hotel, is it obvious-?)
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This is the current Kunoichi, whose name is Gin Rose (my persona). She is in the 9th grade and while she is smart academically, she is very dumb when socializing. There is a Yokai in the stone with the Tengu called a Bakeneko, a type of cat demon. Once it was sealed away, she gained a new ability called ‘Neko Moon Strike’. Her type of fighting style is one that resembles dancing, specifically ballet, which is a thing that comes with every Kunoichi, they always incorporate dancing in their fighting. It makes them look graceful and can be extremely useful. Their legs are their most lethal weapon.
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First Kuno was a stubborn, anger issues yet quite emotional woman. She was untrusting of people for a long while up until meeting First Ninja. She was… very hostile when they first met, they did not like each other at all. But as time went on, they found themselves getting closer. Eventually, they became friends and soon enough, lovers. They became engaged and cared for each other dearly, First Ninja being the one showing the most affectionate which was usually just headpats or hand holding when they were not in their suits. First Kuno would always blush! F!Kuno used to call F!Ninja a ‘fool’, and now she calls him ‘my fool’. F!Ninja calls her ‘Moonflower’ due to it being a flower she really likes and the symbol she uses in her person when she in Kunoichi form. Sadly, not long after the fight with the Sorcerer and sealing him away, she fell ill and passed away in her beloved’s arms. A tragic end to the original Duo. But death is not the end, no, it’s merely the door to a new life.
I’ll let you figure that one out :)
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Have a RC9GN ish art style First Kuno!
If anyone wishes to learn more about this AU or has any ideas or headcannons, I would love to hear them! Who knows, perhaps some of those ideas can help me develop the Kunoichi role even more!
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missprincesse345 · 8 months ago
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Evp!Matt Jackson x Secret wife Reader
Summary: For some reason Matt has been in a very foul mood most of the day & no one knows what or why has him moodier than normal?, But nick has a gut feeling which leads to an interesting & shocking interaction between the Older Jackson sibling & the roster’s Sunshine?
Y/n’s ring name: Bambi tricks
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Y/n’s face claim:
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Let’s begin!!❤️❤️😈
• “ Okay what’s going on with him?” Jack asked walking into the locker room where nick,okada,Kenny and hangman were chilling out minus a moody Matt Jackson who was in a worse mood than usual when he was annoyed, ever since Matt woke up this morning he’s been more snappy and snarky than he usually was which was odd.
“ don’t know just as confused as you” Kenny shrugs as the others agreed “ maybe he didn’t get his hands on the new pair Air Forces or something my brothers just being bitchy as always he’ll be fine” nick said brushing it off living & traveling with Matt for this long he’s gotten used to Matt’s antics, but throughout the day he just got more snappy which led to yelling at everyone even arguments over small ridiculous things what the actual heck was going on ? “ nick…man you got to talk to Matt and fix whatever is bothering him” daddy magic said pulling him to the side.
Nick sighed knowing he had to before things got worse “ I will…I will”
Time skip to the rampage
• As nick was coming back from checking over promo pictures for the upcoming ppv he heard Matt yelling and from what he can hear it sounds like the other voice belongs to Roderick strong “ Damn it matt..” he muttered running over to where the issue was going on after hearing a chair crash, eventually he found the source of where the yelling was coming from which was over by catering taking in the scene before him “ you stupid prick!!! The only reason you’re relevant is because of us!!! We built this company!!!” Matt snapped eyes flaming with anger while being held back by kenny,jack and hangman.
Meanwhile Roderick was being held back taven & Bennett “ At least I have a woman to go home to!! Any woman would be dumb wanting to be with you!!!” That’s when a light bulb went off Nick finally figured out what was going on with Matt. Quickly he intervened and shot Roderick a death glare that even make the devil shiver “ don’t the two of you move…” he said sternly knowing that he didn’t have to turn around knowing Matt was still silently fuming, Nick walked away pulling out his phone to call someone “ who’s he about to call?” Jack said looking at the others who just shrugged just as clueless.
Y/n’s outfit:
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45 minutes later…
• After Nick made the mysterious phone he and set mystery person walked back to catering where Matt and Roderick were still going at it making the mystery person laugh at Matt’s furious state nick and her both knowing she was the only person to calm Matt down, stepping forward heels clicking she made herself known “ Matt!!!” She yelled over the caos.
His eyes immediately soften and his voice cuts out as he stares at the mystery woman who was giggling at him “ y/n… hey baby” Matt said immediately smiling walking over to her while everyone except Nick watches with jaws on the floor, yep Matt didn’t stutter he meant what he said y/n was Aew’s sunshine that always made everyone around her happy or defuse situations no matter how crazy not to mention former Aew women’s champion with a title reign of 2,834 days. But to Matt she was his beautiful ebony goddess who’s currently pregnant with their first child “ hi” she replied kissing him back missing her husband “ are you okay ? Nick told me you were moody all day” she said rubbing his chest meanwhile everyone was trying to process the scene in front of them.
• “ Okay what the hell?! Since when were you guys a thing?” Kenny said finally recovering from shock as everyone look at the couple in curiosity meanwhile Nick smirks “ 12 years” y/n says proudly and it’s true during the elite’s new japan & roh days matt met y/n when she was a wrestler in stardom “ she’s my little chocolate drop and she’s been through everything with me” Matt chuckled looking down at her smiling softly as she blushed at the nickname while rubbing her bump. “ soon a family of three with our little princess on the way” she giggled her wedding ring glittering “ you’re engaged?!” Jack said “ married actually have been for eight years” y/n giggles, everyone couldn’t believe that the company’s sunshine an matt where married let alone husband & wife impressed by how well they were able to keep it hidden.
• "'Come on" Y/n whispers grabbing his hand and drag him back into his private locker room She giggles as he pulls her into his lap behind closed doors matt was extremely affectionate. "What's wrong bubbas?” She asked softly while running her fingers through his hair as he just burries his face in the crook of y/n’s neck her natural smell of coconut & vanilla filling his nostrils.
"I missed you" he mumbles, a small smile now on her face giggling at her husbands clingy behavior
"I was only gone for three days visiting my parents remember?” She laughed replying as he pulls back looking at y/n with his boo boo eyes
"Yeah and it was fúcking torture" he whispers while pouting pulling her even straight into his lap so he can bury his face in between her breast or as he likes to call them his special pillow, y/n smiles softly sure her husband could be a prick at times but when it’s just the two of them nothing else mattered.
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Queenbambi_34 Goodnight from the sunshine and evp… soon to be a family of 3 ❤️❤️
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Hello and welcome to Day 9 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"
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Today, my brain decided to bring me a classic au for a Mo Dao Zu Shi fic: a Time Travel AU!
Edit: As of February 6th, this fic has a title - "Never too old to learn, never too late to turn"
(Technically speaking, it starts with a Canon Divergence AU, and then the Time Travel starts, but Time Travel and Canon Divergence go hand in hand, so meh....)
To be more precise, it is a Jiang Cheng Time Travel AU (I have read a lot of Time Travel AU in this Fandom but I still have yet to see an "only Jiang Cheng time travels" fic - it's mostly Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji that time travel so give my purple son some solo time travel adventures too)
This idea started from a question: Would Jiang Cheng have realized that Wei Weuxian gave him his core if, instead of Cengqin, Jiang Cheng got Suibian after Wei Wuxian died?
After I got this question stuck in my head, I thought about Jiang Cheng, maybe during Yanli's death anniversary 10 years after Wei Wuxian died, just grabbing Suibian - maybe to scream at it, maybe to try and break it - and accidentally taking the sword out of its sheath. Which, as far as Jiang Cheng knows, should not be possible since it sealed itself after Wei Wuxian died.
And that makes Jiang Cheng start thinking - when did Wei Wuxian last USE Suibian? And why can he take out Suibian after Wei Wuxian's death?
Jiang Cheng is smart. He may have a temperament that rivals that of his mother, but he is definitely not dumb. I do believe he will figure out what happened when he remembers that Wei Wuxian had a bad memory and is a self-sacrificial idiot.
On that day, Jiang Cheng mourns for more than just his parents and sister. He mourns for his brother. The brother he led a siege against. The brother who gave up his cultivation for him. The brother that he should have backed up and protected, not scorned and hated for years even after his death.
From then on, Jiang Cheng lives only with grief in his heart and questions of "what if" in his head. He doesn't like to interact with the other Sects more than necessary because he can't stand to hear them bad mouth his dead brother. Nor can he speak up to defend his brother's memory now since Jiang Cheng knows no one will hear him out and believe him at that.
Well, maybe Nie Huaisang will. He was friends with Wei Wuxian after all, and he never spoke against him, even when Wei Wuxian was protecting the Wens.
Jiang Cheng reconnects with Nie Huaisang because of this. As such, Nie Huaisang tells him about his suspicion of Jin Guangyao being behind Nie Mingjue's untimely death. He also tells Jiang Cheng that he has searched for a lot of ways to bring Nie Mingjue back - one of which was time travel.
Jiang Cheng, despite wanting to just go and kill Jin Guangyao right then and there, is intrigued by the concept of time travel. ("If I could time travel, then maybe I could save Wei Wuxian," is what Jiang Cheng thinks). But, like with all things, there is a catch to time travel: if it fails, you die; if it succeeds, this timeline will be destroyed. As such, the only reason Nie Huaisang is not going to use time travel is because no one else has any idea of Jin Guangyao's crimes and, as much as he wants his brother back, if this fails there will be no one left to avenge his Nie Mingjue.
Jiang Cheng tells Nie Huaisang (in a fit of recklessness and spontaneity) to let him try the time travel method. Although Nie Huaisang tried to make Jiang Cheng rethink this, seeing no result, he relents and helps Jiang Cheng with the preparations - on one condition: if the time travel method (array?) succeeds, Jiang Cheng must try and save Nie Mingjue. Jiang Cheng agrees.
The time travel is successful, and Jiang Cheng wakes up back to that day when Wei Wuxian was first brought to Lotus Pier. Jiang Cheng is overjoyed - his brother (and Wei Wuxian is his brother, and no one, not even his mother, can tell Jiang Cheng otherwise) is alive - scared and malnourished, but alive. Wei Wuxian (for now, Wei Ying) is alive.
Jiang Cheng might have a ton of things to plan for and prevent this time around, but he finally has his older brother and sister back. Lotus Pier is still untouched by war. His parents are alive as well. He vows that this time around, he will do better; be better, so that the future he came from won't come to pass again.
And he is gonna start by making sure his big brother is not as traumatized by dogs. (Wei Wuxian will do well to have a guard dog around him since he gets in so much trouble. Might as well teach him that not all dogs will bite him. Jiang Cheng's dogs will bite others for Wei Wuxian)
A couple of things to note:
I fully believe Nie Huaisang searched for a lot of ways to bring his brother back or to prevent his death altogether. Time Travel included.
Jiang Cheng does NOT like Lan Wangji here. And it's not because Jiang Cheng sees Lan Wangji as arrogant or anything else (even if that does help), but because Jaing Cheng (just like Wei Wuxian) interpreted Lan Wangji's intention to protect Wei Wuxian by bringing him back to Gusu as "come to Gusu so we can punish you" and fully believes Lan Wangji was an "enemy" - as many called him - of Wei Wuxian, not a possible ally. (I swear WWX and JC do share a braincell sometimes.) So here, Jiang Cheng doesn't want Wei Wuxian to interact with Lan Wangji because he doesn't trust Lan Wangji with his brother's safety.
Jiang Cheng will make sure his dogs will maim whoever is mean to his big brother. He will personally train one of the puppies to be Wei Wuxian's personal bodyguard. And he will get Wei Wuxian to get over his fear of dogs - at least partially.
In this AU, baby!Jiang Cheng does not take shit from anybody. He will protect Wei Ying this time around. Jiang Yanli is just happy that her little brothers get along so well.
And that is about it.
So, how was it? Good? Bad? Let me know!
This specific plot bunny is really taking over my brain because protective baby time traveler Jiang Cheng is just so cute. Wei Ying is also adorable because I fully believe he will make a vow to himself to be the best gege in the whole world for Jiang Cheng. They deserve to be happy, and they will be happy in this little plot bunny of mine - even if Jiang Cheng has to go through a lot of angst™️ to get there.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this idea and have a great day/night. Take care of yourselves!
I will see you tomorrow,
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breserker · 1 year ago
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Hey! Can you please tell me about these books? You got titles? I really wanna do 12 year old me a favor and read them.
omg yes absolutely
so i ended up only reading about 2.5 of the 3 books of the Machiko Noguchi saga, published 1994 - 1999, these are what the first AVP movie is taking from in some form (although they're more set in the Alien timeline of future space travel instead of modern day like the movie) but the first book is still near and dear to my heart. The good two are written by Steve Perry and daughter Stephani Perry, whomst! by the way! If you're familiar with the Resident Evil novels, SD Perry is Stephani Perry here!
This book is the one you wanna read, it's a closed story and rewired my brain chemistry: Aliens vs. Predator: Prey, 1994.
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(Thriftbooks link, although I bet you can find it for even cheaper?)
This first book stays with me even if I'm not directly thinking about it; around the same time I read it I had DigimonWorld Dusk for the NDS and I got a friend to get Dawn so I could have best boy Guilmon, and I named him after the main Yautja character Dachande. Ever since with Digimon games, Dachande is the name I give my Guilmon. This book is great because it's told from both Machiko's perspective and Dachande's, so you see a glimpse into Yautja society and thought/language as well as how Machiko saw them. I haven't read it in years but it was formative stuff.
The second book, Hunter's Planet, was by a different author in the worst way and it shows; not only was the plot like, weirdly dumb in a modern failed attempt at a blockbuster way but the second book was my first run-in with like "An editor should've caught that" type mistakes in mass published stuff. It's because of this book that when I write a sequence of a lot of dialogue without tags/noting who is speaking I go back and comb through it because, personality aside, the author of this second book David Bischoff would write long discussions between Machiko and her android buddy but it was immensely difficult to tell who was saying what because they pretty much spoke exactly the same. Kind of disappointing, imo skippable but maybe it's good in a B-Movie way now.
The third book, War, marks SD Perry's return! And it really showed from what I remember of the half that I read of it, sadly I did not finish it.
Since then I think Machiko has appeared in comic runs and is referenced in other things in the more print-world stuff rather than movies. AVP1 the movie was an iteration on Machiko's story, and I really dont' remember it being that bad of a film. I think people were upset because they interpreted the marking of the woman's face as romantic (???) instead of respect, which, to the book's credit and less the movie's, the movie didn't take its time to explain Yautja culture and probably assumed the audience would figure it out. Which, some did, but the backlash was so great that in AVP2 the Yautja, the only other sentient alien in the movie, did not interact with humans at all. Which tbh made for a worse movie! So. Y'know, happy reading!
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karaokebearwithal · 11 months ago
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1! 2! 3! Please!!
Thank you! For the, Ask! 🐻☺️✨ These are some good choices so I'll have fun answering!!
1. What would your Tav’s greetings be (at different levels of approval)?
Well! This is a big one hol' on Let's start at Medium approval! Middle of the road, most likely the approval you'd have if you'd meet Domino freshly wormed wandering the Sword Coast: Since she doesn't really know you she'd default to being kind and non confrontational, definitely matching the energy of who ever is leader. And this is without hesitation! He would just as easily stop and help every single npc on the map as she is to raid the druid grove with you. As long as you're amicable to with him, he's loyal to a fault. Well I mean granted you'd have to do more convincing to raid the grove than helping but Domino is definitely not turning against you. Voice Lines include! : "Hello there", "You called?", "Anything you need?", "Need help with that?" High Approval: You've spent enough time actually getting to know dear Domino to learn of her actual personality (and other secrets ;3) rather than her default bard mask she uses to avoid trouble during travels (he is very well travelled) He's probably attached to your hip, as loving and caring as a person can be while also clearly being platonic. If you let her, its constant touching, holding hands other forms of physical contact, preforming for you, inside jokes, sharing food. Basically with high approval you're the best of bestest friends (no take backs) and you'll not be allowed to forget it! Voice Lines include! : "Can I bite you? <3", "*so many nicknames*", "If you let me have some of your meal you can have some of mine" "*Player asks if she stole extra food*" "Yes! Of course I stole some more baked goods for us! Now, which you'd like? " Low Approval: As easy as it is to achieve high approval with him, low approval is far more easier to get with Domino. Things like her don't get far without having at least some sense of self preservation and being outright antagonistic or violent towards her is all it takes. (Though he isn't dumb, he can understand intention and context) It'll probably entail a scary amount of silence from a bard. Sneakily trying to attack you in battle, talking to other party members to convince them to turn against you (and he's very persuasive), steal your things. Just anything to be as antagonistic towards you as she can be without loosing the approval of other party members. Domino would also stare at you with large dead eyes where ever your in range like a predator who knows their not at the top of the food chain so has to get smart in order to obtain their goals. Very chilling! Voice Lines Include! : "...", "*low growling*", And if you turn your back far enough "*BARK*"
Next!
2. Describe their tent setup! What’s on the outside? The inside?
Surprisingly, Domino wouldn't own a tent so it would be default, customised. Nothing would be left outside the tent though, She'd fear something happening to her belongings. But everything Domino owns would either stay in his pack or be thrown into a nest in the middle of the tent as a makeshift nest. He'd sleep on all her most valued belongings!
3. What would their character quest be titled? Why?
This is a really good one! Either The Many Masked Beast or The Unyeilding Storm depending on which the player discovers about Domino first. The Beast one would be you figure out she's a werebeast (homebrewed but the mongrel race I think is kinda close?) The Storm one would be if you figure out he's actually a souless only surviving on the sourcer blood inside him. (Storm Sorcerer) Both these things that Domino hides really well though if you figure out one, he'll tell you the other.
Thanks for the questions!! And feel free to ask any more if my answers only gave you more questions :3€
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lovemesomesurveys · 2 years ago
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Have you ever gotten lost while on a road trip? Wait, this is going to sound really stupid but I just had a thought after reading this question: what exactly constitutes a road trip? You know what I mean, like I’ve been on long car rides, some were like 12 hours, but were those road trips or just long car rides? I feel like a road trip is specific thing. lmao, this is dumb but I’ve really never thought of it before now and I’m curious.
When did you last have some lemonade? I honestly have no idea. It’s been a very, very long time.
Who is your celebrity crush? Alexander Skarsgard.
If you had to choose a random color to dye your hair, what would you choose? I’d love to dye my hair red again. I really miss it.
What do you do when you feel restless? Well, that’s the hard part isn’t it? Feeling restless and trying to figure out what to do.
Do you take a lot of pictures of sunrises/sunsets? No.
Do you like the color orange? Sure.
Are you currently wearing a watch? No. I have no idea when the last time I wore a watch was.
When did you last have cereal? It’s been several years. Cereal does sound good.
What last made you anxious? My anxiety disorder.
What is something you were surprised to learn? I never knew until recently that Hawaii is actually pronounced like “Ha-va-ee.” Like, their “W” sounds like a “V.” I thought that was interesting.
Do you get flu vaccinations every year? No. I’ve never gotten one, actually.
Have you ever been on a doubledate? Yes.
What radio station do you listen to most? I haven’t listened to the radio in years.
Have you ever shunned a family member or vice versa? Not that extreme, but I’ve become very distant from certain family members and don’t have a relationship with them.
Favorite shade of blue? I love various shades of blue.
Favorite soup? French onion soup.
Do you like mangoes? No.
Do you prefer pancakes or waffles? Waffles, for sure.
If you create music playlists, what is the title of the last one you made? I don’t recall. I really just add all my songs to my main “Starred” playlist.
Would you or have you ever traveled to China? I haven’t, but I wouldn’t turn down a trip.
What's your height? Like 5′4.
What color do you wear most often? Black.
When taking a shower, do you turn on the water before getting in? Yes. I’m not trying to freeze my ass off.
What do you want most? To get better. Like to the point where I’m able to do things and more sense of independence. I miss traveling so much. Hell, I miss just going to the fucking grocery store.
What is an overused word you hear a lot? “Like.”
What do you currently hear? “Candy Rain” by Soul For Real.
What were the last 3 things you ate? Cream of Wheat, a couple pieces of toast, and a mini Reese’s shaped egg.
When did you last take a selfie? Gahhh, it’s been quite awhile. Too scary.
How is your mental health? It kicks my ass.
How much water do you drink in a day? I get pretty close to 8 glasses.
What are you thankful for currently? My family.
What animal do you think is the ugliest? Well, that’s mean.
If applicable, would you quit your job if you won the lottery? I don’t have a job, so see ya suckas! ha.
What is your favorite sleeping position? I sleep slightly turned to my left.
What are 3 scents you like? Patchouli, sandalwood, and cedar wood.
Have you ever thrown someone a surprise party? No.
What's an unpopular opinion you have politically? Bleh.
What's a type of cheese or cheese alternative that you enjoy? Oooh, I love various types of cheeses.
What is a kid activity that you would still do now as an adult? I love to color. In an adult coloring book, thank you very much. Haha. I’d still color in a kid’s one, too, let’s be real.
Do you like the scent of fresh cut grass? Meh.
If you were to go to a Disney themed costume party, what would you dress up as? Probably Alice. I actually already have the dress.
What is an ability you believe everyone should have? Uhhh.
What is the first thing you do after coming home from a trip? I’m someone who likes to unpack right away and not let shit sit in suitcases forever.
Name a song that's fun to sing along to. There’s a lot of those.
Do you know how your parents met? I do. They worked together at the time.
Do you believe love is blind? Sometimes. I think we can overlook certain things and be in denial.
Have you ever made a bet and lost? Yeah. Nothing serious, though.
If you owned a restaurant, what would you serve? *shrug* I’d want like a cozy cafe style vibe.
What's the fanciest event you've ever attended? I haven’t been to any fancy events.
What food tastes better than its appearance? I know meat can look off putting. I’m a picky meat eater (and eater in general) and yeah some of it might not be the best appearance wise.
Do you actively post on social media? On my main Tumblr I do. I’ve slowed down a lot on this survey blog, sadly. It feels like everyone has. I want to get it goin again
Do you believe in horoscopes? Nope.
What's a hobby you would like to get into? I think diamond art looks cool. I just know I don’t have the patience or focus ability for it.
Would you take the opportunity to become immortal? I don’t want to see all my loved ones die.
Do you experience intrusive thoughts? Sometimes. I think we all do.
What is a movie that makes you laugh? I think the last movie I watched was Meghan, ha. It had some chuckle moments.
What is the best name you've heard an animal named? I mean, my doggo, Princess Leia, is pretty dope.
Do you keep track of how many steps you take? No.
What's something that isn't really needed that you would not want to live without? Internet.
What would you name a yacht if you had one? I have no idea.
Morbid, I apologize. How do you think you'll die? Something health related.
What's something embarrassing you've said to someone? Gah, who knowsssss.
If you could have anything in a store for free, which store would you choose? I’d love to get a new MacBook.
For 1 day, what animal would you choose to be? A doggo.  They seem so happy and just like to like chill.
What woke you up this morning? My body naturally woke itself up.
Would you rather have many hobbies or 1 true passion? Hm. That’s actually a tough one. Many hobbies sounds fun, I like the variety. However, if I have my true passionate I’m like pretty much set, ya know? I found the thing I love and want to do and I imagine it would keep me busy.
I feel like every school has one. What was a school scandal your town's school had? Meh.
Do you save or spend more money? I’ve gotten a lot better with saving. I gotta give my hospital stay last year and the continued bedrest at home since then the credit for that. I’m not going anywhere and I’m kinda just cycling through a few of my shirts cause of comfortability and convenience factors. So, I’m not wearing much of my wardrobe at all right now, which sucks and also means I certainly don’t need any new clothes. It’s hard to get into looking at accessories and shoes as well cause again--not going anywhere. I miss shopping. :(
Do you listen to podcasts? I only watch this one, called, “Foolish Mortals”, and it’s Disney related stuff. I just really enjoy two cohosts and their own YouTube channels as well. They seem like cool dudes.
What is your favorite dish to cook? I don’t cook. I don’t even make ramen anymore.
If you have pets, what would you ask them if they could speak? Oh my goodness, soooo many things.
How do you deal with stress? Not well.
What compliment did you last receive? *shrug*
If you were president, what's one thing you'd change about your country? I absolutely would never like to be president. Ever.
Would you rather get a facial or massage? Maybe a facial.
If you were offered a super bowl ad, would you create a commercial and what would it be like? --
When did you last feel an adrenaline rush? It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt that.
Who is tallest in your family? My dad and brother.
What's the oldest article of clothing you own look like? They’re my high school class shirts.
When did you last mess something up? Oh buddy, I’ve been messing shit up for a very long time.
Do you write in a journal? This is it.
What's something you're confident in? Nothing...
Have you ever received a strange gift? Nah.
Do you currently have a headache? Not at the moment.
What's something you have on your bucket list? I want to travelllllllll.
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darklingichor · 13 days ago
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I'll Stop the World, by Lauren Thoman
This book has time travel and the 80's. If that sounds cool to you (like it did to me) don't read this 'cause I'm not sure how not to spoil elements of it.
*Spoilers*
*Spoilers*
Justin Warran is a senior at Warran Memorial High in the small town of Stone Lake. Other than the fact that the high school is named after his grandparents who died in a school fire 38 years earlier, he is decidedly unremarkable, and in a lot of ways completely anahdonic.
His mom is an alcoholic who has a hard time holding down a job. She and Justin live with the only family they have, a cousin of Justin's grandparents, Stan. Stan seems to hate Justin.
The only thing that Justin really cares about is his friendship with Alyssa. His best friend - who he is painfully in love with.
We also follow Rose Yin another Stone Lake high school student. Her step-mom is running for mayor and there is a lot of strain on the family to appear perfect.
Eventually Rose and Justin get tangled up in time travel to 1985 they have to figure out the why's and what's to ensure that the future happens the way it should
This book really wants to be a movie.
The narration switches characters every chapter. This wouldn't be so bad if we just followed Justin and Rose, but we also follow:
Lisa - Rose's stepsister
Shawn - Lisa's boyfriend
Karl - Lisa's best friend's little brother
Bill - the school guidance counselor
Veronica - Lisa's mom's campaign manager and Bill's wife
Noah - Rose's friend
And interludes from Stan
All of whom have their own plots and problems.
This would work pretty well for a movie when we can change scenes but in the book it made things pretty cluttered, to me.
Other than that, the writing was good, and very readable.
*seriously, spoilers*
The author managed to switch the narritive between 2023 and 1985 without tipping the hand that it was 38 years in the past. There were clues, but it wasn't obvious.
I didn't know this was YA romance until after I started reading it (I saw the 80's lyrics title and didn't look much further) so it is a little preoccupied with the love lives of all the characters. As interesting as all of them are, leaving out half of the relationship stuff would have tightened the plot up, in my opinion.
It wasn't a bad book, but one thing took me right out of things.
After Justin lands in 1985, he buys some food with a 2023 twenty dollar bill that he got from Stan.
They changed the twenty in 1998 to make Andrew Jackson's head look like a light bulb with a toupee on it.
I mean it's possible that it was an old twenty, but I would think Justin would have remarked on it.
Now, I was only two in 1985, but wouldn't someone notice that?
I know it's dumb, but I kept thinking about it.
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okdeedee · 2 years ago
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as i was saying
cassian andor x gn!reader - part of latch
an: Oh man. this is the first fic i’ve ever written or published. I’ve been reading fic since i was like 13. thank you to the majesty of andor for pushing me over the edge. interaction is welcome. a good song w the vibe of this fic is the title - "as i was saying" by jack johnson. just yearning.
done my absolute best to keep it as gender neutral and descriptionless as possible but let me know if there are slip ups Please. also i saw on the google that cassian's sister is called kerri. idc if thats not canon i think it's cute so i've adopted it here
wc: 2.5k words which i feel insane about. unbeta'd but i read it 5000 times out of pure anxiety.
rating: no warnings, but i’m an 18+ blog so minors? skedaddle. YEARNING. fluff and gentleness and some character exploration and a tiny bit of angst. hand holding 👀👀 and two small mentions of a scar from a burn. no use of y/n.
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There is something about Yavin 4 that reminds Cassian of his homeworld. He tries not to consider their similarities too often. He tries not to consider unproductive things at all - there is too much to do, and he is best at his work when he is in perpetual motion.
The air is thicker on Yavin than it was on Kenari. The ancient temples bear no resemblance to the wooden lean-tos and houses he spent those first years of his life in.
But every once in a while, something in the lush green, the smell of the damp soil, the low cry of a whisper-bird will jog Cassian’s memory and render him immobile for a minute.
He tries to remember his sister - Kerri - remembers how tiny she was when she was born, how long her hair grew and how soft it was. He can conjure parts of her in his mind, a glimpse of her big black eyes, the feel of her hand in his. The way her voice sounded when she giggled and called his name. Kassa.
It has been over two decades since he last saw her. 
Cassian gives up trying to remember pretty quickly, because a little part of him worries that if he tries too hard to recall her in her entirety, he will force out the few memories he has left. He loved her fiercely and he always will.
But there is work to do.
This morning is not going too badly - He managed to scrounge enough caf from the dregs of two canisters in the kitchen on base. The meeting with Senator Pamlo and General Draven was brief enough, if a little frustrating. He’s leading a training session in a couple hours and has an obscene amount of administrative work to get through, so he starts moving again.
Cassian is looking for K-2 in the east corner of the upper hangar to ask about a 3-rotation-long gap in the travel log when he hears a laugh. It starts soft, musical, then grows into an unabashed cackle. It darts and echoes around the ships in the hangar. Then, in a gleeful voice:
“K, I have a feeling Cassian wouldn’t want you to tell me that.”
He knows that voice. He knows that laugh. Cassian’s steps don’t falter, but it’s a close thing. Something like the burning sensation he felt when he got a little too close to the business end of an X-wing sears through his abdomen. He’s half rifling through his recent memories to figure out what on earth K-2 could be telling you, half trying to think of something unaffected and alluring to say to you once he rounds the corner of this hulking GR-75 that he knows you’ve been working on lately.
“Well, he should stop embarrassing himself on missions.” 
Another laugh. “Humans have a margin for error, unlike your faultless programming - don’t hold your breath.”
Cassian speaks as you come into view. “K doesn’t have lungs, so I’m not sure he’d be able to do that anyway.”
You turn and gasp a little – in shock, recognition – and there is a pause, during which Cassian is struck dumb by the joy in your eyes. Then your familiar beaming smile takes over your face, crinkling your nose and half-closing your eyes. You’re crouched down, your coveralls smeared with grease, surrounded by the innards of a shield generator. You wave, and Cassian only just remembers to raise a hand in greeting as he approaches.
“Speak of the man and he shall appear. To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, standing up and scrubbing your hands clean with a rag in your pocket.
Cassian runs a hand through his hair so he doesn’t do something embarrassing like reach out and help you up. 
“I was looking for K, but it seems like he’s been out ruining my reputation,” he tries instead.
K-2 turns just his head to Cassian, and gestures at him with a hydrospanner he must be holding for you. "You did that yourself. Levels of respect for you are lower than they were last quarter.”
You let out a short bark of a laugh. “What? K, you don’t really keep track of that, do you?”
“Do you want an assessment of the drop in percentages?”
“You’re joking,” you say, incredulous. 
“I am not,” K states, but there is a humorous lilt in his artificial voice.
Cassian huffs. “K-2 -”
“My strength is data, Cassian, it would be wise not to interrupt-“
“Nevermind that – what was he telling you?”
There is a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Just a little something about a faux-pas with a Chiss contact.”
Cassian and K-2 have an intense, eye-contact based silent conversation, which is impressive for a man with a considerable poker face and a droid with lightbulbs for eyes. 
Cassian loses. He looks over at you and your grease-stained hands. He meets your eyes. They’re still bright, somehow, in this overcast weather. 
Maybe not such a loss, then. 
“How was I supposed to know a handshake was too intimate for greeting a stranger?” 
You raise your eyebrows. “You could have researched. Unless you think you’re above that, Captain Andor?” 
Cassian flails and can’t find anything interesting to respond with. A silence stretches out between you. 
You start to shrink back into yourself, and you fiddle with the fastenings of your coveralls. It’s clear you feel you’ve overstepped. “Sorry. I’m just giving you a hard time. It’s an honest mistake; my brother made a similar one when we were growing up.” 
This is one of the many things about you that Cassian cannot understand, but feels honoured to experience. You give information about yourself, your past, your feelings quite freely. Cassian desperately wishes he could have the same openness with you. He wants, more than most things, for you to know him. 
But he has lost too many people by getting personal, and there is work to do. 
You interpret his silence for a lack of interest, and begin to turn away. “Sorry, Captain, I got carried away. You looked like you were on a mission. Did you need to speak to K-2?” 
You’re closing up before his eyes, and he hates it. Hates being responsible for dimming the light that radiates out of you.
“No! Please, I have nowhere to be until 1300. What did your brother do?” 
There’s a tiny grateful smile playing on your lips. 
“You’re sure?” 
“Yes. K, can you write the secondary report for that recon trip to Kijimi last week? General Draven wanted to see it.”
It’s a transparent ploy to get you alone, but it seems that K-2 is feeling lenient. He places the hydrospanner he was holding for you on the wing of the GR-75 and leaves without embarrassing Cassian any further. 
You sit down on an empty crate and pat a box opposite you. Cassian sits, and his brain alerts him to the fact that if he moved a little, his and your knees would touch.
“So, my brother. We grew up in a fairly reclusive… tribe? Village? A small community, and, turns out, a pretty distinct culture from other parts of the world.” 
“You grew up on Onderon, right?” 
You look thrilled that Cassian remembers. He can’t help but smile. 
“Yes! Anyway, we have this way of greeting, this gesture that is completely normal to us. It’s a sign of deep respect. One day, we head into civilisation for a meeting between a bunch of villages in our hemisphere. None of us get along, plus it’s wartime, so it’s really tense. The chairperson for the meeting is this beautiful, statuesque woman. My brother decides then and there that he just has to meet her, so he runs up to the chairperson in the middle of this very important meeting, takes her hand and does our greeting. 
“In our culture? Perfectly acceptable, if badly timed. In her culture, leaders like her are not to be touched on ceremonial days like that. They do special rituals beforehand to prepare people to speak for their village. She had to step down for the day. Not to mention my brother was seen to be raised poorly because of his tactlessness, which reflected terribly on our community as a whole. We got kicked out. He got the scolding of his life when we got home, but he talked about how amazing she was for days after.” 
You grin - there is pain in recalling the memory, but Cassian feels the joy in your voice as you recount it. He laughs, and it surprises him. 
He remembers the early days of living with Maarva and Clem, the language barrier. The quotidian things Cassian had to learn to keep up in Ferrix, like comms, or how to electronically lock the door. It was hard; the loss of Kerri was still fresh, he missed his home like a lung. But there were glimpses - the exasperated fondness in Clem’s eyes when he patched Cassian up after a tussle with a neighbour, Maarva’s wink when she’d sneak him sweets behind Clem’s back, the first time Bix smiled at him. 
He wants to tell you these things. He wants you to know him. 
Instead, he takes a steadying breath and asks, “How old were you both?”
Your head tilts upwards as you try to remember, and Cassian is entranced by the curve of your neck. 
“Oh, he would have been seven, or eight? Old enough to know better. I was four, I think.” 
“What’s the custom? What could possibly deserve that punishment?” 
You stare at a smudge on the leg of your coveralls, and shrug. “It’s nothing ridiculous, it’s just… relatively intimate.” 
Cassian can’t form any response to that. You look into his eyes. Then your eyes slowly travel down his neck, shoulders, and arms, until they stop at his hands that are folded in his lap. He burns under your intent gaze. 
“Turn to me. Give me your hand.” 
Cassian swivels, your knees touch his. He gingerly offers his left hand, palm facing down. You take it in both of yours. You close your eyes. 
Cassian feels like he is falling through space as you move his hand up to your forehead. The heel of his hand fits in the top of the bridge of your nose perfectly. Then you move his hand down, so the tip of your nose touches the bottom of his palm. Then, with a hint of a smile, you move the heel of his hand to your lips, and press a long, chaste kiss to his calloused skin. Your eyebrows furrow a little. Finally, you bring his three middle fingers to your lips, and kiss them too. 
You open your eyes and gaze into his. You bow your head, maintaining eye contact, then you place his hand back on his thigh. 
Cassian feels like his face is about the temperature of the Yavin system’s sun. He can hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He stares at you, dumbfounded. 
You snake your arms around your abdomen and tuck your chin into your shoulder. You’re not looking at him anymore. “So…Yep. That’s the…that’s how we greet people.” 
You uncross your arms and pick at your fingernails, staring resolutely at the dusty ground. The sun peeks out from the overcast sky, and casts a shadow of your eyelashes onto your cheek. He knows he should say something; make sure you know you shouldn’t be embarrassed, but he's paralysed by how much he wants you to do it again.  
The clouds roll in again, and the shadow on your cheek is gone. 
You shift - his silence has made you self-conscious again. You flash him a quick apologetic smile, stand up, and start moving back to your work. 
Cassian lunges forward and grabs your hand. You turn around, eyes wide. He hopes you can’t feel his racing pulse. He pulls you toward him gently, puts your hand in both of his. He studies it, the callouses where your palm meets each of your fingers, the scar that curls around your index and middle fingers.
“How did you get this?” He murmurs. 
You breathe in like you’ve been winded. “What?” 
“This scar. How did you get it?” 
Your hand is shaking just slightly as you answer back quietly, “I dropped an arc welder last year. Instinctively tried to catch it with my other hand. Didn’t go too well.” 
Before he can come to his senses, Cassian moves your hand to his forehead and closes his eyes. He presses the heel of your palm to the bridge and then the tip of his nose. He stops, opens his eyes and looks up. You’re looking at him with an intensity he wouldn’t be able to name if he tried. He stays looking at you, watching for any sign of discomfort. He doesn’t see any, so he presses a gentle kiss to your palm. He stays there and closes his eyes again, inhales the scent of metal, sweat, and engine oil. It’s not particularly pleasant, it isn’t like the flowers that bloom every once in a while deep in Yavin’s forests, but it’s you, and that’s all Cassian wants. 
He hums and moves your fingers to his lips, where he kisses the scars on your fingers. Your breath hitches, barely audible. 
He looks into your eyes, bows his head, and lets go of your hand. Your hand stays suspended in the air while you stare at it. 
“I-” 
“You-”
You wring your hands together. “Sorry. You talk.” 
Cassian stands, and realises a second too late that he is very much in your personal space. Your noses almost touch. He takes a step back, and the moment you both just inhabited has gone. His mind is moving more coherently, at the cost of his chest feeling hollow.
“You said it was a sign of respect. I wanted to - ah. Just…thank you for telling me. About your brother.” 
You smile politely; a little shyer than before. “I - I’m sure you’re busy. I’m sorry for rambling. But thank you for listening. And for… I haven’t been greeted in that way in a long time. So. Thank you.” 
You start to dart around, grabbing tools, looking haphazardly for parts. You avoid looking at Cassian altogether. 
He wants to go back to fifteen seconds ago, when he held your hand in his. When there was some warm, open thing flowing between the two of you, whatever it was. As you sidle past Cassian to reach a servodriver, he gently places his hand on your shoulder. 
“Don’t apologise. Please. It’s… it was nice.” 
You smile timidly, and nod. “Alright.” 
Cassian drops his hand. You start moving. “I should get back to work.”
Cassian clears his throat. “Me too.” 
Neither of you move.
You smile at the ground, laugh quietly. There is something whimsical in your lack of subtlety. Cassian chuckles as well. You make eye contact and giggle for a couple seconds like you're sharing an inside joke. It subsides, and you stand in silence. 
You wave at him, awkwardly, because he's still standing quite close to you.
“I’ll see you around, Cass.” 
Cassian’s heart soars, but he manages to respond with a breezy “See you.” 
As he walks away, Cassian hears you humming some song he doesn’t recognise.
I’ll see you around, Cass. 
For now, there is work to do. Cassian feels that he might just have the energy to do it. 
He thinks he’ll tell you about Maarva next time. 
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oh-gods-its-a-dragon · 3 years ago
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SAGAU but the reader is just random sassy 10 y/o that knows when to stfu and is a Geo traveller main because they made the traveller way too strong.
Extra details that i like to put in (feel free to ignore this part, or exclude some parts of this deatail)
Reader can draw at least better than artist their age
When they first got to the genshin world they were like "Oh. Wow. This couldn't get any worst" and when it did..yeah
When the archons do dumb shit, the reader stares at them with disgust and shock. Like a mix of them. Reader is like "This is the characters I pulled for!?"
But then they just accept it and just cry
Theyre horrifying when they're pissed. Like they're not the type to throw tantrums. Even if they're 10y/o, they are a 10 y/o with class.
They just stare at you. With a smiling face with veins popping on their fists and face.
And the just sigh and gives up on being angry
Quietly cries because of shitty parents guys omg 😃
It took them a while, but when seeing mondstadt characters with the exact voice,clothes, and name, they just went "Am I in genshin impact???"
Denies it at first. After a few hours, they just accept it
Fortunately does not get accused as impostor because like thats a wholeass kid
Their guardian is the Traveller, but sometimes its Zhongli because kid reader finds comfort in both of their presence.
Or maybe consider ANOTHER VERSION SAGAU ;
Reader has a charm magic, but doesn't know it because lack of self worth #cool
Is the creator, but they just somehow got the charm magic
Details!
Reader did not get accused as the impostor (because of charm magic)
The charm magic works on both gender (DOES NOT WORK WITH CHILDREN)
As a former sassy child I hope I did your first idea justice <3
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Im just seeing this slightly grumpy, 110% done with everyone lil kid hanging around Traveler. Like all the other acolytes were maybe trying to sneak up adoption papers, but you just had other plans as you cling onto the Traveler for dear life as yall run around Teyvat.
Honestly you're just emotionally and physically attached to the Traveler at the hip once you find them. Wherever they go you're right with them.
Due to being with Traveler all the time, you may or may not clash with Paimon. Though if y'all can agree that someone is being stupid then they'll have to deal with two people coming up with ugly nicknames (with yours possibly making them break down crying bc "oh no the creator hates me--")
The characters tripping over their feet and calling you "your grace" and other variations was cool for like 10 minutes before you started laying into them for it
"Your grace this, your grace that, do you want me to call you Barbatos in the church and see how you like it?!"
"Call me your eminence one more time and I'm taking away your artifacts."
"You were already on thin ice for stealing my 50/50 three times Diluc, I have a name. Use it."
Okokok so, Imagine seeing Ei, the Electro archon, the woman with the most badsss introduction that you've ever seen in your life.
And she's just kneeling, nearly sobbing at your feet. And it just ruins it for you.
"You were such a pain to fight and for what?!"
Definitely gives off the vibe of being a kid that will throw hands if bothered but you use your words instead of your fists.
Would use your fists to fight anyone who hurts Traveler tho. Scaramouche is lucky he disappeared bcuz you had the time.
When the Traveler ends up going on adventures that they didn't think were safe for you to accompany them on (which were most of them but you were really good at using the creator title to your advantage) they dropped you off with Zhongli given that he was probably the only responsible person they knew that wasn't also swamped with like 50 other things at the same time.
At first you'd probably be a menace n call him Peepaw for a laugh but it would quickly become a term of endearment as he becomes the only positive parental figure in your life and oh no you slipped and called him dad he's malfunctioning--
He'd probably remove you from the pedestal he had you on before you landed in Teyvat. You're just a kid. He's not crazy. Even if the elements do react to you while you're upset, you're still a kid.
And now you're his kid. So the closest thing he has to a fridge is just gonna be littered with your drawings (much to your embarrassment when someone comes over and gushes even harder than he does bc they're still not over the whole creator thing)
Venti and Ei are hella jealous. And Zhongli is a lil smug but doesn't simmer on it for too long.
And on a similar note of haphazardly adopting characters, if you saw Traveler moping about their sibling, you'd immediately stand up, give them a hug, and declare yourself their new sibling no take backs. 
...And if you saw the Abyss twin? Ohhh you let then have it.
"They've been sad this entire time looking for you but you've been watching this entire time?! Do you even care?!?"
You look calm but that glare… lightning nearly strikes them. You leave the Abyss twin sobbing while going to comfort Traveler with a hug.
I forgot to mention but also I think that Traveler, from being both your main and your first vessel before the whole Isekai thing, would probably treat you like a child first Instead of a literal God.
They're more in tune with you from you keeping them around and building them for so long, so they kinda unknowingly treat you how you want to be treated from the get-go. 
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Aaaaa I hope you like it! Sorry I didn't get to the charm stuff this time ;v;
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deancasbigbang · 2 years ago
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Title: "well, my past, your future. begs the question, am I haunting you, or are you haunting me?"
Author: Mattzerella-sticks
Artist: sidewinder
Rating: Teen
Pairings: Dean/Cas, mentioned Sam/Eileen, mentioned and past John/Mary, John/Murph, John/Mary/Murph
Length: 27150
Warnings: None of the major archive warnings, Recreational Drug Use (lots of it lol), references to Dean's past and childhood but not delved into any specifics
Tags: Post-Canon, Alive & Retired, Time Travel, Non-Binary Dean Winchester, Young John Winchester, Gardener Castiel, Artist Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & John Winchester Healing, Original Characters, Deus Ex Machina
Posting Date: October 18, 2022
Summary: Despite putting the hunting lifestyle in their rearview, there were still a few ghosts haunting Dean's life that refused to stay dead and buried. Nightmares of past trauma. Regrets and mistakes. A tenebrous figure skulking around their mind's periphery with a familiar silhouette. Those all don't trouble them as much before, now with Chuck gone and Cas by their side; though sometimes they rear their ugly head and make the peace Dean created feel brittle like a tower of dirt and dust, as if a simple touch would be all it took to unsettle everything they fought for and send Dean back on their haunches, alone, in an ancient crypt with tears down their cheeks and blood on their shoulder. Luckily, like they mentioned, those ghosts don't trouble Dean much as they did before. Except that last one , of that looming figure and the anger associated with him, directed at him, at his actions and inactions, had become quite persistent lately, and it's been eating away at Dean's center. Distracting them. Unnerving them. Pitching them into long lapses of heavy silence neither a nicely packed bowl nor a lapful of Cas might cure. Dean thought they moved past it, thought the matter settled long ago. But saying it was one thing. Doing so another. It seemed like they might suffer this burden until the moment their child welcomed them into Heaven with open arms, and Dean was starting to come to terms with this drab future. Then they almost ran over a lost stranger and, as penance, offer their home up to him. They didn't know this scruffy, gangly kid was exactly who they needed to heal that long-festering wound inside.
Excerpt:          Dean failed to finish their thought.          They completely forgot what they had been talking about and didn’t care in the slightest that the past few minutes vanished completely from their mind. Dean couldn’t remember what they would’ve said, in truth, because they caught sight of their husband when Baby rolled into her usual parking spot.          A single glance at Cas normally made Dean go dumb in the best way.          Cas, naked, and bent over one square of vegetables with his hairy ass wiggling in the air? It amazed Dean they were able to put the car in park and remove the key from Baby’s ignition before pouncing atop their husband unawares and wrestling him into the freshly toiled earth for wantonly displaying that much hole.          They almost did that, too, if the kid’s sudden coughing fit next to them hadn’t reminded Dean they weren’t alone.          The kid kept his gaze firmly trained on his lap, his lips pursed and a noticeable blush staining his cheeks. “Do you…” His voice rasped, and he tried to swallow a lump that got caught in his throat. “Is he supposed to be there?”          “Yeah…”          “Is he always this…”          “When we don’t have anywhere else to be, yes.” Dean shelved their plans away for later, loudly shoving the door wide open. “But he does own clothes. And he don’t bite unless you ask real nice, I promise.”          “Oh – uh… okay?”          Dean whistled as they stepped onto the cool grass, waiting with one foot still in Baby for Cas to notice their call.          He didn’t bring his Walkman out with him, nor his stereo. But Cas continued gardening like he hadn’t heard them.          “Cas,” Dean delightfully growled, the sound of Baby’s passenger side door opening behind him punctuating their husband’s name. “Can you please turn… around…”          Cas, finally, thankfully, blessedly, stopped gardening.          He stayed in that same position Dean found him in.          “Are you sure? I could really use your help here… there’s this weed, and I can’t seem to get a good enough grip to pull it –“          “Cas,” Dean snapped, “turn around!”          That worked.          Cas whipped his head in Dean’s direction, though he didn’t glare at them for long. Dean saw his eyes move past them and settle on where the kid stood. His aggravation plummeted into embarrassment.          Cas’s ass hit the ground with enough force to make it shudder. He then spun himself to better face them, his mud-stained hands dropping tools in their haste to cover his crotch unfettered.          “Dean,” he hissed, “Dean, why didn’t you say you brought home a guest?”          “I was a bit distracted.”          “Too distracted to text?”          He had Dean there.          They refused to let Cas know that.
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ahtsumu · 4 years ago
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pairing: miya osamu x f!reader
synopsis: miya osamu is the teacher’s assistant for food chemistry i. you can’t stop thinking about him.
tag(s): college!au, slow burn, TA!miya osamu, grad student!reader, fluff, reader is a go-getter!! ; warning(s): profanity, suggestive themes, talk of insecurities and imposter syndrome ; wc: 5.6k
a/n: happy birthday to @starrysamu​! i love u. pls excuse any errors. i’ll weed them out later! btw this fic is not a sugar daddy au LOL
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HIS NAME IS Miya Osamu and he always looks like he has it all figured out. Comes in every class with his black hair perfectly tousled, the sleeves of his dark button-up rolled to his elbows, a cup of coffee in one hand and the strap of that black messenger bag in another.
“He drives a BMW, did ya know?” Isla says in your ear one morning. Your only friend in Food Chemistry I gives you a pointed look before sitting back in her chair in the lecture hall with a smirk on her face. “Saw it this morning. Bet he’s loaded.” The two of you watch the subject in question walk across the classroom and settle in his seat at the table in the corner.
“Shut up,” you whisper with wide eyes. A grin–– far from innocent–– makes its way onto your face. “Imagine being Miya Osamu’s sugar baby.”
“He’s not old enough to be a sugar daddy.” Isla looks at her nails disinterestedly. “And that’s too many AUs in one. He’s already the TA, for god’s sake. This isn’t some shitty Wattpad novel.”
A light giggle slips out of your lips. “I can see the title already. My Sugar Daddy is the TA?!”
Now, if anyone had been listening in on your conversation, they would’ve assumed many things about you. The first being that you’re both gold-diggers. This is untrue–– at least, in your case. Isla, you’re not so sure about, given how your friendship only goes back about one month. But she tags you in memes on Instagram so maybe it’s as real as real gets. Their second assumption would be that you have a big fat crush on your TA. That one’s complicated, mostly because it’s true, but only kinda. It all started in the second week of school when Isla caught you staring at Osamu and slipped you a post-it note with both your initials encircled in a heart. And, because you’re shameless with a good sense of humour, you made a show of kissing it while she was looking. And thus began your meaningless but incredibly entertaining, satirical, co-written fantasy about Miya Osamu.
It also didn’t help that on the first essay you got back, Isla’s paper had been marked up with “are you sure?”s and “this is a jump”s, while yours had “excellent reasoning” and “insightful analysis”. You’d even gotten a little comment at the bottom: y/n, fantastic work. you should speak up in class more often. –– OM
But Miya Osamu doesn’t play favourites because the next week you’d gotten another essay back, this time with another comment at the bottom: y/n, not your best work. you could’ve done better by connecting your first paragraph with the second using grant’s reading. conclusion lacked punch, too. all the best. –– OM
Every time you’d read the words scrawled in blue ink, you’d felt a pair of eyes on you. But you chalk it up to Osamu being a careful grader. A good TA. Someone who cares about his students.
Isla calls bullshit on that. You’re not really sure how to feel about her stance.
The classroom door opens and shuts again. You don’t have to look at your phone to know that it’s nine on the dot. Instead, you and Isla straighten your backs, pull out your notebooks, and focus. Your no-nonsense professor says “good morning” in her usual perky manner before jumping right into her keynote presentation.
“Did you all find the reading okay?” Professor Lee asks an hour into the lecture.
A chorus of “yes”s fill the air. You bite your lip, wondering if revealing that you didn’t understand shit will out you as the class idiot. Or maybe your silence is telling enough–– maybe the people in the seats beside you have noticed the grimace on your face and are having thoughts like ‘gee whiz, am I glad I’m not dumb like her’. Heat rushes to your cheeks. Sometimes you really wonder if you’re smart enough to be here. Occurrences like these do nothing to dispel your insecurities.
You vaguely hear her ask something like, “Any thoughts about the reading?” It’s not that you’re actually dumb. It’s just that this class is ridiculously hard for an introductory course, even for a graduate programme. From the start of the semester til now, fifteen people have dropped the class. There’s just twenty of you left. Guess a ridiculously hot TA can’t save a course’s drop-rate.
Before you can make your mind up on what to say, your professor moves on from her question.
As you look off to the side of the room for a break from your thoughts, you find a pair of blue-grey eyes pointed in your direction.
Everything about you, from the expression on your face to the way your muscles tense, makes you look like a deer caught in headlights–– even though he was the one caught staring in the first place. So maybe your shamelessness works on a scale.
Miya Osamu lifts one corner of his mouth.
And as if the exchange hadn’t happened at all, he looks back down at his laptop and continues typing.
The rest of the lecture goes through one ear and out the other.
“Everyone, I believe Osamu has something he wants to say,” Professor Lee says as everyone begins packing their bags.
The raven-haired TA slides out of his seat and sits on top of his desk. “Yeah.” Osamu clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest. You notice how the muscles in his arms bulge from the movement.
“Whipped,” Isla mutters, grinning mischievously.
“Him for me,” you whisper back, though your eyes do travel back to his face where they should’ve been all along. Osamu catches your gaze and holds it. And then he looks away again.
“Now, I know you’re all Nobel prizewinners in the making,” he begins, garnering a round of snickers and giggles from your classmates. Most people say that cliques dissolve in college. That there’s no such thing as popularity amongst graduate students. That much, you agree with. But no one ever said anything about popular teacher’s assistants. Especially smart, attractive, witty teacher’s assistants like Miya Osamu. “But in case you didn’t understand the reading or would like to develop a deeper understanding of it, don’t hesitate to email me. I’ll try to host a review session all of us can attend.”
Professor Lee smiles appreciatively at Osamu, adding, “That’s a wonderful idea, Osamu. Guys, please take this opportunity if you struggled with the reading. I know eighty pages is a lot, but our next three classes are structured around the concepts in the reading and the mid-term next week will almost exclusively be about it, too.”
Well, shit.
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Hi Osamu,
I was wondering if I could get some help with the reading from last class. To be frank, I couldn’t make it past page 15 and I’m lost like a snot-faced five-year-old in a shopping mall on Black Friday. Sorry. Thanks in advance!
Regretfully,
Y/N
MS Candidate
College of Agriculture and Life Sciences
Haikyuu University
no problem. is 5 pm tomorrow at jack’s okay? we start on the concepts from the reading next class so i want to get you up to speed asap. let me know. thanks.
OM
PhD Candidate
College of Agriculture and Life Sciences
Haikyuu University
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It’s five minutes to five when you pull into the parking lot of Jack’s Diner. The shiny, retrofuturistic eatery is a university favourite but the empty parking lot tells you it’s completely deserted right now (and rightfully so–– who eats dinner before six?). The black BMW parked a few spots from your car, however, says that you’re not alone.
Osamu’s figure comes into view as you reach for the handle to the front door of Jack’s. The twenty-six-year-old sits by himself at one of the bright red tables in the back, typing away on his dark grey laptop.
His head lifts up at the sound of the opening door. Osamu calls out your name and waves you over.
“Hi,” you greet with a smile, sitting down across from him.
“Hey.”
You look around before leaning forward on the table. “Is anyone else coming?”
“No.” Osamu sits back in his seat. “I thought about hosting one big group, but then I realised that it’d probably be stressful for the staff here.” He nods his head in the direction of the kitchen. “And I had a hunch that everyone would have different questions. Forcing everyone to review concepts they already know is a waste of time.”
At first, you nod. That makes sense. But then you furrow your brows. “So how long have you been here?”
Osamu blinks. He hadn’t expected you to ask about him. “Hmm? Oh.” He taps his phone to check the time. “Just a while.”
Quirking a brow, you ask, “And how long is ‘a while’ to you?”
“Seven hours,” he admits, chuckling lightly when he sees your jaw drop. “A lot of people had questions. They just don’t act like they do. Anyway, time flies. Really, it does.” Quickly, he clears his throat and sits forward. “So, about your email.” He grins. “Not sure if you meant it to be funny, but it was.”
“I’m glad my distress was entertaining for you. Do you TA just to watch grad students suffer?”
“Perks of the job,” Osamu says. His grin widens when you giggle. He’s never heard you laugh before and he realises at that moment that it’s really nice. And then that same grin falters. Gracefully, of course, and imperceptibly to you. But not to him. Is it okay for him to be… thinking things like that? About a student? But you’re not really his student since he’s just the TA. Right? Osamu ignores the weird feeling that comes over him and clasps his hands together at the edge of his laptop. “Back to your email. Can ya tell me what you’re confused about?”
Three hours and two Impossible Burgers later, you suddenly understand everything about food molecules so well that you wonder why you’d even been confused in the first place. But besides that, you’ve also picked up things about Osamu. As a person and not an idea. Not that you’d been actively searching for fun facts about your TA. But they’d stuck to your brain like gum at the bottom of a desk. He likes to slip sarcastic quips into a conversation every now and then. Eats burgers upside down (“The right way,” as he’d said, smirking). Is friendlier than he looks.
“You’re really good at explaining things,” you comment as Osamu shuts his laptop closed.
“Well, I kinda have to be,” he says. And maybe it’s the mental fatigue catching up on him or the fact that he’s real fond of the reason why he can break big concepts down into morsels but suddenly, the rest of his thoughts spill out his mouth like wine. “I have a twin brother with potato salad for brains.”
“Oh?”
And before he can stop himself, he tells you about Miya Atsumu, the pro-athlete you’ve definitely heard of but never gave too much thought. And then you hold onto the fact that they were both on the volleyball team and you ask of which school, so then he tells you about Inarizaki, the high school he attended, and then his decision not to go pro to go to college, and then––
“Sorry,” he laughs, cheeks turning pink. “You probably didn’t need to hear all that.”
“No, it’s fine,” you say–– and you mean it. “Your life is interesting.”
Osamu leans back in his chair. “Well, I’m sure yours is, too.” He holds your gaze like it’s the key to your presence. It’s an invitation. The kind that comes from people who don’t really know if they want you around but also don’t want you gone.
You take it.
Osamu shouldn’t–– he really shouldn’t–– but he wonders about the things you didn’t tell him the entire drive home.
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Isla laughs when you tell her about what happened at Jack’s. You lay in bed with your phone next to you on speaker, your face turned on your pillow so that you’re staring out the window at the city below.
“He wants you,” she sings.
“Or he was just being nice.”
“Methinks not!” Isla giggles. “He’s intrigued, girl! You’re like that cute little new mystery in his life and he just wants to get to know you.”
“I think he was just being polite.”
“Or he’s crushing on you!”
“In your dreams.”
“You mean yours? Boo, you’re no fun today. Usually, you go along with the jokes.” Isla’s tone is playful on the surface but full of implications.
A few silent seconds pass. Yeah, you think, agreeing. I do.
“Girl,” Isla drags out the word in a high pitch, saying it like a scientist says ‘eureka’. “You’re not playing along anymore because it’s real now. You're actually catching feelings!”
“Am not!” you laugh.
“The Y/N I knew would’ve said ‘nah, bitch, he’s catching feelings’ and I think that says all there is to say.”
“Okay, I think he’s cute but it’s not a crush,” you concede, grinning. “And he’s the TA, Isles. It’d never happen.”
“Not while he’s still a TA in a class you take.”
“Isla.”
“Ask him out once this semester ends! Unless you’re chicken.”
“I’m not asking him out.”
“Knew you were––”
“Have you seen me? He’s asking me out.”
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Miya Osamu walks through the door at eight-fifty as usual that next morning, dressed in his usual button-up, holding his usual cup of coffee. But this time, as the rest of his tall frame passes through the doorway, Osamu’s eyes subtly scan the faces in the lecture hall, lingering for just a while over yours. The corners of your lips turn up. You hope he saw that.
“Bitch!” Isla whisper-screams. The students sitting around you turn around at the noise and grin at each other when they realise it’s just Isla being… well, Isla. She shoos them away jokingly.
“What?” you whisper back.
“Care to explain why our TA was literally eye-fucking you?”
“That was hardly eye-fucking,” you retort. “Maybe like an eye-handshake.”
“Yeah, a naked eye-handshake where his thang is handshaking your––”
He does it again the next class.
And the next.
And then he doesn’t. Miya Osamu walks through the door to Food Chemistry I at eight-fifty in the morning in a navy blue button-up with a cup of coffee in his hand and looks through the rows of seats in the lecture hall for your face, only to find it missing.
He debates pressing the matter.
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hey osamu,
i wasn’t in class today because i’ve been sick with the flu (no big deal, just feel like i’m dying). a classmate sent me pictures of the slides from today so i think i should be fine, but is it okay if i email you with any questions? thank you very much!
miserably,
Y/N
MS Candidate
College of Agriculture and Life Sciences
Haikyuu University
y/n,
of course. sorry to hear that you’re sick. let me know if i can do anything to help you. the midterm is next week. get well soon.
OM
PhD Candidate
College of Agriculture and Life Sciences
Haikyuu University
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“You writing that the midterm is next week did not offer me any peace of mind, by the way,” you say, spinning around in your chair as Miya Osamu enters your pod in the library.
He offers you a wry grin. “Hello to ya, too.”
“Was that an accent?” You thought you’d heard one at Jack’s, but you couldn’t be sure because it’d been so spotty.
Osamu slips into the seat beside yours and pulls out the laptop in his messenger bag. You catch a whiff of his cologne–– something spicy and woody, but clean. It suits him. “Nice catch. Yeah, I speak a regional dialect. Took me a while to smooth it over but it still resurfaces every now and then.”
“Why?”
“It just didn’t seem fitting for a PhD candidate, I guess,” Osamu explains, opening the slides from the class you missed. A day after your initial exchange, you’d emailed him again (with a much clearer mind) and asked if he could go over the slides with you in person.
i literally feel like i’ve been given the homework from russian lit, you’d written. except the russian has been translated to hieroglyphs and my task is to choreograph an interpretive dance based on the hieroglyphs.
Osamu had snickered when he saw your email. that doesn’t even make sense. must be the fever talking, he’d been tempted to write. But that strange feeling had come over him again, the one that’d screamed at him to keep it professional, goddamnit, so he’d played it safe instead and sent is eight pm at the main library okay? He hates that you’re getting a watered-down version of his personality. Osamu swears he’s a lot more interesting when he’s not, well, a TA.
“I think it’s fine,” you say, smiling. “I like it. It’s you.” And suddenly, you’re wondering if it’s okay to be complimenting your TA. If it’s okay to say that you like things about him, or if that crosses some grey, unclear line. Is it weird to treat your TAs like they’re your friends? It’s not like TAs are real teachers. Right?
A grin–– wide and genuine and almost excited–– grows on Osamu’s face. He rubs the back of his neck as his eyes flit over to the laptop screen. “Thanks. Really.”
You nod. But you feel like there’s more that he might want to say, so you wait.
“I got a lot of shit for it when I came here for my master’s, y’know. Not to my face, of course, but people would refer to me as ‘the guy with the accent’. A professor once said it made me seem crass. Said it’d hold me back in my career.”
“So you changed.”
“Adapted,” Osamu corrects. “It’s hard to admit but conforming is sometimes all you can do when you don’t have the power to change the system. Can’t really make everyone suddenly respect a dialect.”
“And after you’re finished with your PhD, you’ll go back to speaking in that dialect?”
Osamu looks out the window and smiles, probably imagining the plans he’s already made about the future. “Yeah.”
“What if you have to speak the standard language at your job? Like, your boss is all, ‘hey man, if you don’t speak––”’
“I’ll be the boss.”
“Oh?”
And with a little more prodding, Miya Osamu tells you about the restaurant chain he plans on opening after graduation, the slides about food additives left completely untouched.
The librarian knocks on your pod a few minutes before eleven to tell you they’re closing.
“Shit,” Osamu murmurs, running his hands through his hair. You’re still laughing about something he’d said before the librarian interrupted him–– one of his stories from high school–– and he thinks that you’ve completely forgotten that the reason you came to the library was to catch up on the material you were already behind on. And now you’re behind on that. But you look so carefree right now and, actually, you’re very pretty and you’ve got such a good heart and it’s a lot for him to process but he knows he just wants to see you happy a while longer. So Osamu just slumps back in his chair and laughs along with you.
He says your name as his chuckles grow softer. “It’s pretty late. How’re you getting home?”
“I’ve a bike,” you reply. It’s good for the environment and is a pretty solid form of exercise if you do say so yourself. Sometimes you just don’t feel like driving. 
Osamu presses his lips in a thin line. Would it be too much to offer you a ride? “I can drive you home. It’s really not safe for you to be alone outside, especially near midnight. You can get your bike tomorrow. Or I’ll get it for you.”
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He drives fast. Not the unsafe fast that speed demons drive at, but the kind of fast where you know he’s got some edge to his character. You bring it up to him–– especially since it’s nighttime, for god’s sake, he could hit something–– and all he does is remind you how there are lamps as bright as the sun lining the entire road to your dorm. And the fact that you live in the least accessible dorm on campus.
“A twenty-minute drive?” he’d exclaimed when he saw the GPS monitor.
“A bunch of roads are closed for construction. It’s a ten-minute bike-ride because I can cut through campus.” And suddenly feeling a little burdensome, you’d added, “Sorry. I can still bike––”
“No.” He’d held his hand out in front of you, gesturing for you to stay in the passenger’s seat. “It’s not a bother at all.” Because it wasn’t. Osamu was… happy. Not that he’d admit that.
“So this BMW,” you start in a teasing tone.
Osamu smirks. “A gift.”
“Can I guess from who?”
“Sure.”
“Atsumu.”
His brows rise. “Colour me impressed.” He hadn’t expected you to remember anything he’d said about Atsumu. Or maybe he had but told himself otherwise to lower his hopes.
“I’m smart like that.”
He snorts. “Not if you keep distracting me and using your review time to…” hang out with me, get to know me, tell me things about you… “…goof off.”
You grimace. “Yeah. Sorry about that.”
Osamu makes a turn down a familiar street. It dawns upon you that you're ten minutes away from your dorm and suddenly you wish he’d just make the wrong turn at the next intersection so that you could talk to him some more. It can even be about the health benefits of fish or the molecular makeup of kale–– you don’t mind. You just want to be around him longer.
“I think you’re really smart,” Osamu says quietly. “I think you’re not processing the readings because you’re distracted, or just not fully applying yourself. Obviously, last class’s slides are a different thing, since you were absent. But you really are smart. I’ve seen your papers.”
You bite your lip to hide your grin, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. “Thank you.” You look out the window, too jacked on dopamine to think straight. “I think I still need you, though.”
And that innocuous little sentence floats right out your mouth into the air, settling between you like a little wedge before either of you even realise it. Neither of you says anything. You marinate in the awkwardness before stuttering out a clarification. “To, um, to explain things. Y’know, since you’re, uh, so good at… explaining things.”
Osamu clears his throat and chuckles stiffly. There’s a slightly pink tinge to his cheeks. “Thanks,” he says, looking straight ahead. He can’t even look at you. Fuck. It’s so awkward. “I’ll try to keep… explaining things.” Fuck. What does that even mean?
A few uncomfortable minutes pass in silence. The night can’t end like this, you think. It can’t when everything else had gone so well. You still have to see him for a few more months. “Did you know,” you start, catching Osamu’s attention, “that Jack’s Diner has a location in Italy?”
“Oh?” he asks, making the final turn to the street where your dorm is. He actually hadn’t.
“Yeah. I asked the owner about the chain a while back. Have you ever been to Italy?”
Osamu shakes his head. “I’ve been to Paris, though. To see a friend. He’s a chocolatier.”
Now, if Osamu had been your friend, you would’ve said something like well, let’s go to Italy together, except he’s not. He’s your TA and you’ve been reminded that enough tonight. So instead, you say, “When you open that restaurant of yours in Italy, let me know.”
“That’s gonna take a while,” he laughs. He appreciates how you said ‘when’, though. And he tucks that little bit of confidence you have in him somewhere deep in his mind so that it doesn’t get lost.
“Isn’t that just seven hours?” you shrug, grinning. Osamu’s BMW pulls up outside your dorm and parks as he marvels at what you just said. You’re amazing. You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face your driver.
“Thank you for driving me,” you say, offering him a smile.
“Yeah,” he replies.
You stretch out your hand. With a puzzled look on his face, Osamu grabs it and shakes it. Firmly. You can’t help but notice how nice his hands are. Calloused for sure, but they feel nice.
“Goodnight, Osamu.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
He watches you jog into the building before driving away. And it’s like you’ve possessed his car or something because the smell of your shampoo and perfume is everywhere and it’s too much but it’s also not enough at the same time and he can feel your palm against his as he spins the steering wheel to make a turn and for the first time in his life he doesn’t turn on the radio to fill the silence in his car. Osamu replays everything you said in his head.
But he especially thinks about that part where you said you need him.
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Weeks melt into months. You turn in essays after essays for Food Chemistry I, each coming back with detailed commentary in an all-too-familiar blue scrawl. All your other classes go well–– extremely well, actually. You might just end the semester with a 4.0 if Food Chem doesn’t fuck you over. Isla still tags you in memes on Instagram. You still tell her about everything that happens with Osamu.
Speaking of.
“That’s the wrong equation,” he says behind your ear as he settles in the seat beside you. The sound of his low voice so close to your ear sends a small shiver down your spine. “You gotta switch the hydrogens.” Osamu knocks on your skull lightly. “What’s goin’ on up in there? Ya got somethin’ on your mind?”
You laugh and elbow him in the side. “Shut up, ‘Samu.” He’d told you during one of his office hours that he’d gone by that nickname because he had a teammate with a foreign name in high school. It sounded so cool, he’d said, grinning.
I think Osamu sounds pretty cool already, you’d teased.
And he’d replied, Let’s trade. I like yours, you like mine, why not share?
You teeter on the line between friends and less-than-friends and, oddly enough, more-than-friends. Sometimes you still play it safe. Sometimes he pauses between texts and real-time conversations, no doubt to scrap an instinctive reply for something more “professional”. Sometimes you say things that make him look at you with the ghost of a smile at the corners of his lips. Sometimes he calls Atsumu to scream about you.
“S’not a no,” Osamu points out. He’s dressed in a black sweater and grey trousers today. You’re suddenly reminded of how the weather’s been getting colder when someone opens the door to the university café and lets in a gust of chilly autumn air.
“Okay,” you admit, setting down the pencil. “I just… don’t really feel prepared for this next test.”
Osamu frowns and looks down at your worksheet. “Your process is correct, though.”
“Right, but… I don’t know. I’ve just not been feeling great about myself lately,” you laugh, looking down at your feet. “Food Chem’s the toughest class I’ve ever taken. And remember how I completely embarrassed myself in that class discussion last week? It’s not really making me feel like I belong here.”
“Imposter syndrome,” Osamu remarks.
“Correct-o.”
He says your name softly and puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Maybe you’re not the smartest, but you’re definitely smart. And you belong here. I’ve seen your papers. They’re just as great as anyone else’s and I don’t hand out compliments for nothin’. You’re gonna do some great things but ya can’t improve if you ever give up.” Osamu searches your eyes for a sign of your understanding.
There’re a lot of things you want to say but you don’t know how to put them into words. “Can I hug you?” you finally ask.
Osamu doesn’t even think about it. “Of course.”
He feels you smile against his chest and wonders if you can feel his heart beat faster.
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Isla camps out in your dorm as finals come around the corner.
“I don’t understand shit!” she wails, throwing her notebook into the air.
“Isles, it’s okay,” you laugh, slipping out of your chair and walking over to her nest in the corner. “You gotta chill, dude.”
“Not fair! I didn’t have a hunk holding my hand through this course all semester,” she retorts, humour glittering in her dark eyes. “I had the Organic Chemistry Tutor and his accent’s cute enough but, girl, you had Miya Fucking Osamu!”
“You’re literally the worst.” You giggle and sit down beside her. “Tell me what you’re confused about. I’ll try to explain it to you.” The way Osamu does.
You text him that you’d channelled his brains later that night.
His reply comes seconds later. all you, einstein.
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From: osamu
good luck on the exam
you’re going to kill it
To: osamu
would u like to divulge any… information about it? 😏 😏 😏
From: osamu
bye
To: osamu
i was kidding :(
From: osamu
fine. tip #1: write your name
To: osamu
not very helpful. 0/10
From: osamu
keep running your mouth and 0/10 is what your score’s going to be
i’m kidding
you got this, y/n
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“Holy fuck,” Isla groans as you cross the street to head to lunch at Jack’s. “If you don’t see me next semester it’s because I’ve gotten my grade back and decided to drop out.”
“What would you do?” you ask, amused.
“Maybe move to New Zealand. Raise some sheep. Marry a hot, blond shepherd and fuck off to a cliffside cottage.”
“Solid plan.”
“What about you?” she asks.
“What about me?”
“Remember that conversation we had at the start of the year? About your man?” The two of you reach another red light for pedestrians.
“We’re friends. He’s not my man,” you laugh. Though it pains you to. Something about being Miya Osamu’s friend doesn’t really sit right with you, but you don’t know how to not be his friend. You don’t know how to move out of the corner you’ve backed yourself into.
“But you wish he were! And now you can finally hit him with that ‘Hey, Osamu, I’ve been madly in love with you since the start of the semester, wanna fuck like rabbits and then open that store in Italy?’ and he’ll be all––”
A throat clears behind you. With wide eyes, the two of you turn around.
Holy fuck.
Miya Osamu stands behind you with his hands in his pockets and an enormous smirk on his face.
“He’ll be all what?” he asks, eyes fixed on you.
Isla murmurs an excuse and starts walking on her own to Jack’s.
“Um.” You swallow nervously and shrink in your coat. “You heard all of that, right?”
“Yep.” Osamu grins. He grins. He’s grinning. He’s smiling like he’s won the fucking lottery and you honestly don’t know what to do with that information.
“So, like,” you look down at the sidewalk and kick at a pebble, “what are your thoughts about that?” God, you could die. “‘Cause I know you’re a TA and it’d probably look pretty bad and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you because I like you and it’s cool if we just…”
Osamu interrupts you with a laugh. “My thoughts,” he says, “are that I want to kiss you.” His fingers lift your chin up. “What are your thoughts about that?”
Well, shit. “I think that’s pretty cool, yeah,” you breathe, eyelids fluttering shut as his face comes closer to yours.
He tastes like mint. And his lips move softly, slowly against yours like he’s savouring the moment. And then you feel his hands snake around your waist to pull you closer–– closer because you both are tired of forcing the distance between bodies that want to be near each other, closer because he’s thought about kissing you just like this for so long, closer because you remember the last time he’d touched you was three days ago and it was just a brush of his fingers against your arm and that feeling of wanting more haunted you for the entire night. But holy shit, Miya Osamu is kissing you. He’s kissing you.
And then he pulls away. His dark eyes flit over yours. “I,” he breathes, “I need your course load next semester.”
“What?” you ask, disbelief written all over your features, chest rising and falling as you try to steady your breathing. You just kissed, for God's sake, and he's––
“I need to know which courses not to apply to TA for,” he grins, cupping your face in his hands. “Can’t be teachin’ in a class with my girlfriend as a student.”
“So we’re official?” you ask, beaming.
“If you want,” Osamu replies with a smirk.
You grab the front of his coat and tug him down for another kiss. “Hell yeah, I want to be official.”
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Author’s note: I was really in my harry feels whilst writing this so sorry about that lmao also I proofread this so many times and it still SUCKS ASS. I posted this entire thing earlier from my phone but tumblr deleted everything except the title so yeah I’m sorry if there aren’t italics and bolds on some of the words where they should be but i’m just to lazy to go through the entire thing and find them all again, maybe i’ll do it later but who knows. I do not own harry potter or the storyline/characters they are the intellectual property of J.K Rowling. (not my gif)
Word Count: 5.9k
Summary: There’s little to nothing Draco values more than his reputation so when he sees it slipping, he’ll do anything in his power to catch it.
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader / Platonic!Harry Potter x Fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, foul language, asshole!draco and daddy issues lol
This is an AU so all the information doesn’t exactly line up with the HP storyline for example Voldemort hasn’t returned but still exists so little from Harry’s history changes but Dumbledore’s still alive.
After yours and Draco’s interaction the other night you’d strongly begun reconsidering his offer to accompany him to the ball, maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought, I mean what’s the worst that could happen? So many things your anxiety was quick to answer, the most important one being that Harry and Ron would probably never speak to you again.
“Y/N are you even listening to me?” Hermione’s voice snapped you out of your trance, her blurry hand waving in front of your face, you quickly began blinking in an attempt to bring your surroundings back into focus, “sorry” you then muttered sending her an apologetic smile before gesturing for her to continue with whatever she’d been talking about.
“As I was saying, I need a cute date for the ball, who do you think will annoy Ron the most?” you were about to answer when a voice from behind you beat you to it.
“Annoy who the most?”
You rolled your eyes having a pretty clear idea of who it was, you reluctantly turned around your eyes immediately locking onto Draco’s who stood there in all his glory a smug smile plastered onto his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Excuse me who invited you to this conversation?” you retorted before turning back to Hermione who had an amused grin on her face causing you to lightly kick her from underneath the table, you didn’t want Draco putting two and two together and realizing you’d talked about him with Hermione.
“I was just wondering if you’d changed your mind about going with me to the ball” Draco cajoled causing your eyes to widen realizing you still hadn’t told Hermione about the fact he’d asked you in the first place.
You sent Hermione an an ‘i’ll tell you later’ look before twisting your body to face Draco’s who now had his hands placed in his robe pockets, his self assurance radiating off of him despite the fact you’d rejected him only days before, the boy had clearly never been told ‘no’ his entire life.
“No and I won’t be, so run along” you stated before making a shooing gesture with your hand which only seemed to have the opposite effect you’d intended it too, since he began to take a few steps forward, licking his lips as he looked you up and down.
“Yes you will” he stated matter of factly and it took all self control you had not to smack him right across the face, who did he think he was?
“Is it really that hard to get it into that tiny little brain of yours that there are girls alive who don’t like you” you practically growled missing how Hermione’s attention had drifted away from the scene unfolding before her and to the two figures who had begun making their way towards you.
“Yes because there aren’t an-”
“Malfoy find someone else to bother can’t you see she’s not interested” Harry cut him off as him and Ron now fully came into view, the two of them standing tall behind Draco whose attention had now shifted from you to them.
“Oh look who it is, dumb and dumber” chortles could be heard from the Slytherin table at Draco’s words causing you to roll your eyes, it was pathetic how they would lick up every single thing he did.
“Offers still there Y/L/N” Draco turned to you before he slowly started to ascend back towards the Slytherin table where he was greeted with numerous pats on the back as he squeezed himself in between Crabbe and Goyle.
“What a slimy git” Ron huffed as he took the seat next to yours, immediately beginning to scoop all the food in view onto his plate.
“What did he want anyways?” Harry asked resting his elbows on the wooden house table as he sat down opposite you.
“He asked if I wanted to go to the ball with him” you feigned disgust as you shook your head, hoping he would drop the subject, you’d never been a good liar and if anyone could see through you it would surely be your best friend.
“Just tell him you’re going with me if he asks again, then he’ll leave you alone” Harry suggested, Ron nodding along with him as he stuffed a chicken wing into his mouth.
“Yeah- yeah ‘course thank you Harry” you scratched the back of your head cringing at the obvious hint of disappointment lingering in your words which thankfully no one but Hermione seemed to notice since she reached her hand out across the table and laid it gently atop of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
You gave her a small smile before your eyes began dancing around the Great Hall somehow coming to a halt on Draco’s figure, he had his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he engaged in conversation with Blaise.
No one could say that Draco Malfoy wasn’t handsome, rude and a prat? Sure, but unattractive no. He was the only boy you’d ever seen who was able to pull of such a hair color and as your eyes travelled along his sharp jawline up to his chiseled cheekbones you felt the uncontrollable feeling of heat rush up to your face as his eyes met yours.
He sent you a wink before turning back around, you mirroring his actions the feeling of butterflies swarming your stomach slowly melting away as you pushed any remaining thoughts of him aside.
-
The ball was only a few days from now and you and Hermione had decided to take a trip down to Hogsmeade in an attempt to shop for dresses, not wanting to repeat what had happened last year when you both had made the mistake of trusting your parents with your attires, the dresses they’d choosen had arrived the same night as the ball and you had been forced to show up in matching bright pink gowns since it had been too late to go and buy new ones. You’d been the laughing stocks off the school for a couple months after that, never again.
You cringed at the memory that would surely be edged into your mind forever but as you pushed open the wooden door that led into Gladrags Wizardwear you found yourself entranced with all the beautiful dresses littered around the shop.
“Have you decided who you’re gonna go to the ball with?” Hermione hummed as her fingers trailed over a blue gown that hung along with hundreds of others at the front of the store.
“Yeah I think I’m just gonna go with Harry, I don’t want to risk my friendship with either him or Ron by going with Draco” you sighed not feeling the need to hide your disappointment in front of her.
“I get that but if you really do like Malfoy you should just ease Harry and Ron into the idea of you two being together” Hermione shrugged in response before removing the dress she’d been looking at from its hanger and placing it into her arms as you continued browsing.
“How am I supposed to do that you know how much they hate him” you sighed as you lightly dragged your hand over the multiple fabrics that hung on the clothing rag next to you.
“You could dance with him at the ball” Hermione suggested, you nodded silently in agreement before coming to an abrupt halt as a certain dress caught your eye. It was champagne colored and made out of silk with a thigh high split running down the side of it, not the type of dress you’d usually go for but nevertheless you carefully placed it into your arms deciding their was no harm in seeing how it looked on you.
“Who are you going with?” you changed the subject not feeling like talking about Draco anymore, it was really killing your mood.
“Hero Finnigan asked me” your eyes widened at Hermione’s words. Hero Finnigan was in the year above you and was quite the heartthrob around school, he’d been known for having a new girl underneath his arm every week and it seemed that this time around it was going to be Hermione, much to your surprise.
“Please tell me you said yes, if anyone’s going to make Ron jealous it’s definitely him” you assured her, looping your arm with hers as you continued skimming through the store.
“Of course I said yes, I’m not that daft” she shook her head before continuing, “I don’t know though I-I guess I was just hoping that in the end Ron would ask me, but apparently he’s going with Lavender” her nose scrunched up at the mere mention of her name as she let out a heavy sigh.
Your heart ached for your best friend as you put an arm around her shoulder giving her a tight side hug, a subtle way of letting her know you were there for her no matter what.
“Enough about that let’s go try on our dresses and we can tell each other what we think” Hermione was obviously trying to distract herself but you didn’t feel like pressing the subject any further so you only nodded in agreement as you started searching for the changing rooms, it was a surprisingly big shop compared to how small it had appeared from the outside.
Once you’d finally found them at the far end of the shop you both entered separate rooms, simultaneously pulling the curtains shut shielding you from the watchful eyes of the other customers, although there weren’t that many.
You took one last look at the dress letting your fingers wander down the silky fabric before carefully removing it from its hanger and slipping your legs in between the opening.
Once you got it on, you weren’t able to reach the zipper on the back, no matter how hard you tried so you stealthily peeked your head out behind the curtain and seeing no one you began to make your way towards Hermione’s changing room hoping she could be of some assistance.
“Need some help with that?” a voice stopped you dead in your tracks, swiftly turning to see Draco standing there, a mischievous smirk resting on his lips as he took a step closer to you.
“Are you stalking me or something?” you shook your head, furrowing your brows once you noticed how his eyes weren’t meeting yours, instead they were trailing up and down your body, devouring every inch of you.
“Eyes up here Malfoy” you teased which made him finally look up at you, but instead of replying with a snide comment of his own he threw the suit he’d been holding onto a clothing rag nearby and slowly began to stride towards you.
You weren’t able to get a word out as he tenderly placed his ring clad fingers on top of your bare shoulders scanning your face for approval witch you granted by carefully nodding your head taking in a deep breath as you felt him begin to slowly turn you around.
You shivered once the cold metal wrapped around his fingers began to run down your arms, his fingertips then gently dancing down the small of your back in a painfully teasing manner.
You couldn’t help but let out a breathy sigh as he took a step closer to you his lips ghosting over your ear as he began to pull the zipper upwards causing you to almost involuntarily lean into him. As soon as you did his scent consumed you, he smelled of expensive cologne and spearmint, even better than you could have ever imagined.
He stopped as the zip reached the bottom strands of your hair, he thought for a moment before he carefully wrapped his hand around your h/c locks, twisting them gently around his fingers before letting them fall over the side of your shoulder, the tips of his fingers ever so slightly running across the side of your neck as he moved them back down to where he’d stopped.
You gently tilted your head, closing your eyes in content once you felt his hot breath fan over your neck, you leaned your head back at the sensation resting it atop of Draco’s shoulder, shivering once you felt his lips ghost over the sweet spot just behind your ear, one of his arms finding your waist as the other continued to work its way up your back.
Once you heard the faint sound of the zipper click as it reached its closing you slowly opened your eyes feeling him take an impossible step closer to you, your behind now pressed into his front as he trailed his hands down to your hips.
“You clean up quite nice Y/L/N” he breathed out as he began running his hands up to your stomach before finally reaching your waist where they abruptly stopped so that he could turn you back around, you let out a gasp at the sudden forced movement your hands clinging onto his shoulders to prevent you from falling.
You opened your mouth but no words came out as you were consumed by the feeling of his fingers digging into your sides, his lips mere centimeters from yours you almost unknowingly began to lean in.
He mirrored your movements but just before your lips could meet someone cleared their throat from behind you causing you to jump away from him, frowning at the sudden loss of contact.
Once your eyes met Hermione’s you quickly cleared your throat acting as if nothing had (almost) happened, she raised an eyebrow obviously confused at the scene unfolding before her.
You turned back towards Draco who was looking at you almost expectantly, “I’m going with Harry to the ball” you suddenly felt the need to tell him, hoping he wouldn’t get the wrong idea from the little moment you had just shared.
“Potter seriously?” Draco scoffed in return before making his way around you and Hermione, your eyes following his figure and as soon as he was completely out of sight you finally felt like you could breath again, staggering backwards into Hermione who quickly put her arms up to catch you.
“Oh I’m in trouble”
-
You’d decided to buy the dress you’d tried on in the store, even though every time you put it on you couldn’t shake away the feeling of Draco being pressed against you as his lips hovered dangerously close to your neck.... You shook your head in hopes that it would toss the memory out of your mind, you couldn’t be thinking about Draco right now, not when Harry was standing just outside the Gryffindor common room patiently waiting for you to get ready.
“Can you zip me up?” you turned your back to Hermione who quickly rushed to your side swiftly beginning to pull the zipper on the back of your dress upwards. As you closed your eyes you got momentary flashes off Draco’s ring clad fingers wrapped around your body and you tried with all your might to shake the tingling feeling you got away, but nothing seemed to be working.
“Okay do a little spin for me” you let out a laugh at Hermione’s words but nevertheless you began spinning around your dorm playfully, letting your hair fall across your shoulders as Hermione threw her head back in laughter.
“You look incredible” she complemented as you engulfed each other in tight hugs mentally preparing yourselves for the night ahead.
“Oh please, I’m nothing compared to you” you stated linking your arms together before the two of you began to make your way to your awaiting dates.
Once the door to the Gryffindor common room opened the first thing you saw was Harry engaged in conversation with Hero, you could tell by his uncomfortable shuffling that the exchange had been awkward causing you to let out a small giggle which captured the attention of the two boys.
Harry’s mouth hung open as he let his eyes wander all over you, from the thigh-high front split on the front of your dress to your flawless makeup and perfectly styled hair, he was speechless, if you two weren’t best friends he’d probably be tripping over his own two feet by now.
“Well this is certainly an upgrade from last year” Harry let out a teasing laugh as he bowed down to take your hand in his.
“Oh shut up” you feigned annoyance as you stood beside him, feeling goosebumps run up your arms as his hand came to rest on your lower back, leading the two of you towards the Great Hall.
“In all seriousness Y/N, you look amazing” Harry gushed as he pulled you into his side. An uncontrollable blush creeping onto your cheeks at his words as you let your head fall on his shoulder.
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Potter” you teased, the two of you letting out simultaneous fits of laughter as you followed closely behind Hero and Hermione.
After a moment of silence Harry suddenly spoke out, “Ron was going to ask her you know” the two of you shared knowing glances at his words, it was so painfully obvious that your other two best friends were head over heels in love with each other but neither of them dared to make the first move, either to scared of being rejected or ruining their many years worth of friendship.
“Figures” you shrugged a comfortable silence overtaking you as you walked over to one of the many rows of couples stood in front of the entrance leading into the Great Hall.
As the doors begun to open you excitedly smiled up at Harry but before you were able to move forward another couple had harshly pushed their way in front of you and you were immediately able to identify the mob of platinum blond hair.
“Excuse me” you rolled your eyes causing the two of them to turn their heads towards you, you couldn’t hold in your scoff once you saw who he’d decided to bring, Pansy Parkinson of all the people in this bloody school.
“Don’t start anything Malfoy” Harry warned before either of them were able to get a word out, it looked like Pansy was going to throw a snide comment your way but stopped as soon as her eyes met Draco’s, she let out a huff before reluctantly turning back around.
“You look dashing” Draco complimented, you could feel Harry tense up beside you and you snaked an arm around his waist in an attempt to calm him down, the last thing you wanted was to cause a scene.
“Shouldn’t you be telling that to your date?” you retorted gesturing towards Pansy who seemed to be strangely quiet, usually she couldn’t keep her mouth shut no matter the circumstance, but you weren’t complaining.
Draco didn’t respond instead he just shrugged his shoulders before turning back around his arm slipping down towards Pansy’s lower back, you felt the inkling feeling of jealousy begin to form inside you but you forced yourself to push it away giving Harry’s bicep a reassuring squeeze knowing it had taken all his might not to hex Draco then and there.
As soon as Draco and Pansy had left you two be you quickly pulled Harry along with you into the hall so you wouldn’t get trampled by the entourage of students crowded behind you who were also squeezing their way through the double doors.
You intertwined your fingers with Harry’s as you took in your surroundings. It looked even better than last year, snow was falling from the starry black ceiling stopping just a few feet above you, mistletoe’s and every traditional Christmas decoration you could think of were littered all across the hall and instead of the usual house tables there were hundreds of smaller silver ones, each having it’s own floating candle above them.
Once you spotted a decent place to sit you tugged onto Harry’s arm gesturing for him to follow you towards the table your eyes were set on, somehow along the way you managed to spot Hermione and you threw your arm up gesturing for her hand Hero to come sit with you and Harry.
It wasn’t long until the chair beside you was being pulled from underneath the table and Hermione placed her self atop of it along with Hero, you happily greeted both of them but all joy inside you seemed to fade away once you noticed Ron and Lavender heading your way.
Oh please no
Ron placed a chaste kiss on Lavender’s cheek as he pointed towards your table.
Don’t sit here
Lavender eagerly began to nod following behind Ron as they inched closer and closer.
Anywhere but here
Despite your silent praying Ron was now pulling a chair out for Lavender before taking a seat himself and as soon as he did an awkward tension filled the air. You grabbed Hermione’s hand from underneath the table giving it a reassuring squeeze noticing how she’d tensed up once Lavender had bitterly greeted her.
“Whose this then?” Ron could be heard from the other end of the table, you rolled your eyes at his tone, how did Hermione not realize he was jealous hell even Hero seemed to notice it as his eyes uncomfortably shifted between Hermione’s angered expression and Ron’s annoyed one.
“Hero Finnigan, and you?” he reached his hand out over the table and for a split moment your eyes had widened thinking Ron was actually going to sit there and ignore him but thankfully the ginger haired boy reluctantly reached over the table and connected his hand with Hero’s.
“Ron, Ron Weasely”
“Weasely, eh? could have guessed, I’m good friends with your brothers” Hero attempted to make conversation but Ron didn’t seem all to keen on it only muttering a “whatever” underneath his breath causing you to kick him from underneath the table, you gave him a warning glance to which he replied by throwing a small ‘piss off’ in your direction.
Before you could begin to scold him for his rude behaviour Dumbledore’s voice tore throughout the Great Hall preventing you from doing so although you had a feeling that if it hadn’t had been him it probably would have been Harry.
“Welcome students to our annual Jingle Ball, may I say you all look wonderful tonight” Dumbledore gingerly smiled, his wand lightly pressed against the side of his neck as he gestured towards the numerous students all dressed in their finest attires.
“We’ll start the evening with a three course meal prepared by our lovely house elves” claps begun to sound around the Great Hall which you quickly joined in on, smiling brightly once you noticed the numerous elves clumsily standing up from their seats and waving at the students.
“Once you’ve finished eating a band will be preforming for us and I hope that you and your dates will be joining me and McGonagall on the dance floor” laughter sounded around the hall at the last part of his sentence but instead of joining in like you usually would you found yourself draining out all noise as your eyes met Draco’s.
He’d already been looking your way and you couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips as his icy grey eyes burned through yours, you felt like there was some type of force drawing you to him and you couldn’t do anything about it, even though your head was screaming at you that shouldn’t be developing feelings for someone as arrogant and cruel as Draco Malfoy your heart seemed to be having trouble following.
-
Once everyone had finished eating you were eager to get away from your table, somehow Hero and Ron had begun a full blown argument which you and Hermione had to quickly shut down by asking Lavender to take Ron somewhere else until he’d calm down, that boy could not control his temper if his life depended on it.
You’d managed to cheer Hermione up after the entire ordeal telling her that she should focus on herself for once and have fun, thankfully she’d listened and you couldn’t help the giddy expression overtaking your facial features as you watched her and Hero sway together on the dance floor.
“Care to dance M’ lady” Harry merrily bowed down in front of you reaching his hand out towards yours, you placed a hand on your chest in feigned surprise before gently laying your hand in Harry’s palm.
“Why, I would be delighted to” you attempted a posh accent unable to contain the giggle that fell past your lips as you let Harry lead you to the dance floor.
As soon as his arm had wrapped around your waist and the other intertwined with your hand another slow song began playing, most of the students were still digesting their food so their weren’t many on the dance floor, it was only you and Harry, Hero and Hermione and about six other couples.
You leaned your head on Harry’s chest letting him slowly sway you to the soothing melody of the song. “You know I love you right?” Harry mumbled as he placed a kiss on top of your head.
“I love you too, silly” you brightly smiled up at him, you both knew there weren’t harbored feelings for the other hidden behind those three words so you had no trouble voicing it to each other.
You tightly wrapped your arms around his waist continuing to slowly move around the dance floor. You knew how hard his life had been leading up to this point, losing his family, Sirius, and then Cedric he always had the inkling fear that one day he’d lose you or Ron or Hermione so you wanted to make sure he knew you weren’t going anywhere.
Sometimes silence speaks louder than words and you knew you were saying everything you needed just by being there with him, it felt like hours that you’d stayed that way wrapped in each others arms but soon students begun to make their way to the dance floor so you and Harry decided to take a short break, heading hand in hand back towards your table.
-
Unbeknownst to you whilst you and Harry had been in your own world gently dancing with each other for all eyes to see, Draco had been enduring pure torture over at his table.
“I can’t believe she choose Potter over you”
“That’s gotta sting”
“How’s it feel being the second choice”
“Hope you’re ready to do my homework for the rest of the year”
Was all he had heard for the last hour as he’d watched you and Harry dance with one another. No matter the threats he threw their way and menacing looks they just wouldn’t stop, he felt as if his power of being crowned the Slytherin prince was slipping away from him, since in his world losing to someone like Harry Potter was as low as you could get.
Then and there Draco decided he wasn’t going to endure it anymore he was making his move tonight no matter the circumstance.
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“You know Ginny’s been eyeing you all night” you wiggled your eyebrows nudging Harry’s shoulder who awkwardly began shifting in his seat as he mumbled a ‘really’ in response to which you nodded.
“Go ask her too dance!” you stood up so you could force him out of his seat along with you, you subtly pointed towards Ginny’s direction who had swiftly looked away as soon as her eyes had met Harry’s.
“But what about you?” Harry frowned realizing you didn’t have anyone to spend time with if he’d leave since both Hermione and Ron seemed to be preoccupied with their dates.
“Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine! now go” you ushered him forward giving him a reassuring thumbs up as he began to walk towards her.
“You’re quite the matchmaker aren’t you?” Hermione had suddenly walked up behind you and you both watched in amusement as Harry almost fell over twice before he was able to reach Ginny who had happily agreed to dance with him.
“Where’s Hero?” you asked as you turned to face Hermione eyes wandering around the hall in an attempt to spot her date, “oh he’s just gone to get us some drinks, you’re welcome to join us if you’d like” Hermione offered but you shook your head.
“No its okay honestly I’m fine” you assured her, you did not want to spend the evening third wheeling your best friend and her date.
Hermione began opening her mouth surely to convince you to join them but stopped once her eyes landed on something behind you or rather someone behind you.
“Care to dance?”
You swiftly turned around to see Draco with his hand reaching out towards you, you tried your best to contain the smile that was so desperately gnawing at the sides of your mouth as you turned back to Hermione who was giving you knowing smile.
“Find me if you need anything alright?” you eagerly nodded at her words only turning back to Draco once Hermione had fully vanished into the crowd.
“One dance, that’s it” you attempted to sound serious but it came off in a more teasing manner as you let your hand fall into Draco’s.
“Agreed”
As soon as you’d reached the middle of the dance floor, Draco’s arm had snaked around your waist pulling you into him whilst the other intertwined your fingers. You let out a giggle as he began twirling you around, gracefully catching you back in his arms as both his hands moved to rest on your lower back.
“You’re quite the dancer” you complimented, without a doubt boosting Draco’s already large ego, “I know” he had replied with a knowing smirk, twirling you around one last time before pulling you flush up against him your noses bumping together since you’d already been looking up at him. You’d held the eye contact for a minute as you brightly smiled at each other before you gently let your chin rest on his shoulder as he slowly began swaying you from side to side.
As your eyes began dancing over the students you didn’t think anything could burst your happy bubble until your eyes found Harry’s who had a look of disappointment edged onto his features as he pulled away from Ginny who had frowned at his sudden dismissal as she watched him begin to make his way out of the Great Hall.
You cleared your throat as you uncomfortably began shuffling away from Draco who gave you a look of confusion as he watched you pull your hand out of his and back away from him.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry I can’t do this” you muttered before hurriedly turning around and squeezing your way through the crowd of students all huddled together on the dance floor, most of them giving you annoyed glances as you pushed them out of the way but you didn’t care all you wanted to do was find Harry. You couldn’t imagine how he’d felt once he saw you his best friend, dancing with someone who’d made his life a living hell ever since the first year.
Once you’d exited the Great Hall you frantically began looking around the empty corridors in an attempt to find Harry who’d stormed out here only moments ago.
“Y/N!” you heard Draco call from behind you but you ignored him, picking up your pace once you heard his nearing footsteps echoing around the empty hallways.
“Y/N please wait” you felt him grab ahold of your wrist swiftly turning you back to face him, his grip only tightening as you began attempting to pull your hand away.
“No! You can’t treat my friends like shit and then expect me to give in on whatever the hell you’re trying to do” you finally managed to rip your hand out of his grasp as you turned back around but he quickly ran in front of you placing his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place.
“Listen I’m sorry alright, bloody hell I just- I can’t stop thinking about you I don’t know how to explain it but I think I might-” he cut himself off hesitating to speak his next words unsure of how you’d react since he didn’t want to return to his friends with yet another failed attempt.
“You think you might what?” you crossed your arms over your chest glaring up at him as you watched his mouth open and close again.
“Fancy you” he finally let out, your eyes widening as you let your hands fall down to your hips. You took a few steps back until you couldn’t move any further the tall walls of the castle preventing you from doing so.
“You what?” you barely whispered and Draco took that as his chance to walk towards you placing both his hands on the wall next to you.
As you looked back up at him he slowly started to remove one hand from the wall so he could place it onto your cheek and just like he’d done in the store, he began leaning in until his lips were barely hovering above yours, you so desperately wanted to close the gap between you but a part of you was screaming to push him away and never look back, but as your eyes met his once more you couldn’t bring yourself to do it your heart taking control as he pressed his lips against your own.
Your lips continued dancing with each other at a normal pace until he’d moved to deepen the kiss swiftly wrapping his arms around your waist so you were able to loop yours around his neck, he pushed you even tighter up against the wall causing you to let out a gasp allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.
You ran your fingers through his hair gently pulling on the strands on the back of his head before letting your head fall to the side as he began leaving kisses down your neck his hands trailing down your sides until they wrapped around your hips pulling you even further into him.
You gently blinked your eyes open as you pulled away from him, your lips undoubtedly swollen and your lipstick smeared but you didn’t care.
“No one can know about this, not until I talk to Harry” you breathed out leaning your forehead against his as you attempted to slow your heart rate by taking deep breaths in and out.
“Of course I won’t tell anyone” he lied, he’d gotten quite good at that after having to continuously lie to his father ever since he was a child, one particular incident that he would never forget was when he’d accidentally let one of the house elves go because he didn’t know that to free them they had to be granted an item of clothing and on a particularly cold night he saw no harm in granting the elf his jacket since it had been shivering beside him and when his father had barged into his room later in the night furious at his son’s stupidity Draco had lied and told him that the elf had tricked him into doing so and upon hearing this his father had tracked the elf down and casted the unforgivable curse onto him, after that Draco lied to his father about almost everything he did to ensure something like that would never happen again.
Amongst his peers he was powerful and feared but when it came to his father he was nothing, never good enough and always in the way. School was the only place he felt he was more than his father’s words so he knew that as soon as he would make his way into the Slytherin common room the first thing he was going to do was tell his friends that he’d done it, that you were slowly but surely beginning to fall for him, which put him right back on top. 
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reddie-as-ill-ever-be · 3 years ago
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Some underrated YA novels that are actually good and you should read right now
-Asylum by Madeline Roux
A boy named Dan goes to college at a school called Brookline, which used to be an insane asylum. He makes two friends, Abby and Jordan and together they try to figure out all the creepy secrets about the place, relating it an old warden who has the same name as our main character, Daniel Crawford
It’s a trilogy (Titles: Asylum, Sanctum and Catacomb), has three novellas (The Scarlets, The Bone Artists and The Warden) and a prequel (Escape From Asylum)
It’s really well written, creepy (horror but not terrifying) and we get five main queer characters: Jordan, Cal, Ricky, Kay and Fallon and one minor one: Martin
I recommend starting in canonical order (not the order of release), so: Escape From Asylum, Asylum, Sanctum and Catacomb and then the Novellas: The Scarlets, The Bone Artists and The Warden
-The Jewel by Amy Ewing (The Lone City series)
After the royalty starts dying out, they start using surrogates to bear children who can control things called auguries which control the how the baby looks and it’s personality. Our main character, Violet is a surrogate who gets auctioned off to the Duchess of the lake. Soon she realises she doesn’t like being treated like an expendable object and wants to get out of the jewel. She meets a boy named Ash who is a companion (basically a boyfriend for hire) to the Duchess’s niece. They fall in love and have to get out together
Trilogy (Titles: The Jewel, The White Rose and The Black Key) and two novellas that are only available as ebooks (Garnet’s Story and The House of the Stone)
It’s super good but the main romance is a little insta-lovey. Even though it takes place over a couple of moths, the chapters are so close together it doesn’t feel that way, but it’s not that bad. The lore of the surrogates is also super interesting and Raven and Garnet are the best and most interesting characters by far 
-Queen of Hearts by Colleen Oaks
A origin story of the queen of hearts and how she became the way she was portrayed in Alice in Wonderland
Trilogy: Queen of Hearts, Blood of Wonderland, War of the Cards
Super good, I loved the plot twist of why she was written that way, I didn't love Wordley’s twist, I thought it was kinda dumb but whatever. The other plot twists, especially the Cheshire one was really good
-The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee (The Monatgue siblings series)
We follow Monty, Percy and Felicity as they go touring around Europe. The plan is that they travel for a year, Percy goes to law school in Holland, Felicity goes to finishing school and Monty goes back home to run the estate but boy do things go wrong after Monty steals an innocent looking puzzle box, only to find that it’s not so innocent, all while dealing with his sister’s eye rolls and sassy remarks and his massive crush on his best friend Percy
Trilogy (The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue, The Ladies Guide to Petticoats and Piracy and The Nobleman’s Guide to Shipwrecks and Scandal) and one novella (The Gentleman’s Guide to Getting Lucky)
Probably one of my favourite books of all time. Queer (and it has pirates, what could be better?) Historical romance, just so good and so well written
-Girls With Sharp Sticks by Suzanne Young
Trilogy (Girls With Sharp Sticks, Girls With Razor Hearts and Girls With Rebel Souls)
About a bunch of girl who are in a private academy and being trained to be perfect. But soon they realise the indoctrination they’re undergoing and fight back to escape the academy
The theme of sexism is a little heavy handed, the book sort of shoves it into your face that that is the theme but apart from that, very enjoyable. There’s a queer side ship too which I appreciated. The main romance is cute too if a little uninteresting since there’s hardly any drama, it’s just “I like you,” “I like you too,” “Cool let’s date” and I’m okay with that
-Dorothy Must Die by Danielle Paige
About a girl, Amy that gets to Oz in a tornado and it put to the mission of killing Dorothy Gale who came back after the original plot of the wizard of oz, crowned herself as leader and fucked up the place
Series (Dorothy Must Die, The Wicked Will Rise, Yellow Brick War, The End of Oz) and nine novellas (No Place Like Oz, The Witch Must Burn, Order of the Wicked, Ruler of Beasts, Heart of Tin, The Straw King, The Wizard Returns, Dark Side of the Rainbow and The Queen of Oz)
Super creative premise, I think. The book was fun and I loved all the rebellion planning. Dorothy was a great villain and a great character 
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the girls of rwby (along with nora and pyrrha) are all goddesses who have come to judge humanity... it's not going well and should it continue humanity will be destroyed
only one man can save us, JAUNE ARC! he will have to seduce and romance every one of them to save us all!
.... so how screwed is humanity?
Vice and Virtue
Long ago, far longer than you may remember, there was a time when humanity was truly in it's darkest hour. Horrible, black beasts known as Grimm rampaged across the land, destroying everything man had made. It seemed destiny deemed us unworthy of living, and we were condemned to perish like smoke in the wind.
But then they arrived. Seven, beautiful goddesses fell from the heavens and slew the beasts. Humanity was saved, but the goddesses' work was not yet done, for each bestowed a gift upon us.
From Ruby, the youngest of the Seven, came steel. She taught us to forge tools and weapons to defend ourselves from the Grimm, should we be beyond their grace. Thus, she was declared The Daughter of the Forge.
From Weiss, the stern lieutenant of the Seven, came Dust, a magical element designed to imbue our weapons and tools with properties of the elements themselves! Thus, she was known as the The Heiress of the Elements.
From Blake, the most recluse of the Seven, came knowledge. She taught us to read and write, as well as gifted us with a broader perspective of the world at large. Thus, she was awarded the title of The Mistress of Tomes.
From Yang, the most aggressive of the Seven, came strength. She taught us to no longer fear the beasts, but to grow angry and strike back tenfold of what we lost! Thus, she was acknowledged as The Mother of the Heart.
From Nora, the kindest of the Seven, came joy. She bestowed upon us the gift of laughter, the ability to think positively, to shirk away the horrors of the dark and to accept the light. Thus, she was accepted as the Queen of Laughter.
Yes, yes, children. I am about to tell you of our final goddess; the one who leads both the Seven as well as ourselves. However, you must know that she was the only one of the Seven to not gift humanity with a blessing, for she foresaw a great darkness within humanity; a terrible, evil thing that corrupts us, and forces our will to sin. So, instead, she ordered us to obey the Doctrine of Destiny.
Yes, my children; the very same Doctrine your parents order you to obey every day, from the Sun's Dawn to the Moon's Dusk. Thus, for this order, she was Pyrrha, Champion of Destiny!
Now, how do the Seven rule over us? Well, it all began long ago...
"Aaaaaaugh!" Nora screamed. "This is so boring! Can we please watch a different mortal?!"
"Not yet!" Ruby shouted back. "I need to see if he wins her!"
"You can look back at the dumb sword later!"
"I'll show you a dumb sword!" Ruby leaped over the table, tackling Nora. "It's called my fist!"
"Nora toss!" Ruby flew through the air, landing into Yang and Blake as the two were passing by.
Blake groaned as she sat up from her fall. She looked down at the dazed, smaller goddess, whose head was in her lap. Once Ruby came to, she immediately fell asleep. Blake grumbled and pinched Ruby's cheeks to wake her.
Yang, however, leapt from her fall and charged around the table, chasing the fleeing Nora. The shorter girl wailed and cried as she was pursued, but this did not slow the golden goddess. If anything, it spurred her to pick up her pace.
Weiss, sat down and watched as the mortal failed his test, the sword carried away by an older man, presumably his father. She swiped to a different mortal, who was cowering as another portal pushed him towards the water. Bored with him, she swiped again.
Pyrrha stepped down from her alcove to investigate the chaos. She watched as Yang chased Nora, Ruby sleep on top of Blake, and Weiss swipe across mortals on the viewing port. She sighed as she walked down the steps to the port. Extending a hand, she caught Yang, letting Nora continue to run. As Yang swung at Pyrrha, she caught her fist.
"Stop." Yang lowered her fist, and head, and sat down next to Weiss.
Pyrrha then made her way to Blake, trapped by the sleeping goddess in her lap. She knelt down and tapped her face. The goddess stirred, but did not wake.
"He failed." Ruby immediately awoken and rushed to the port. There she argued with Weiss to use it. Pyrrha helped Blake up and led her to the table, where she sat next to Yang. "Nora." The girl stopped, looking to Pyrrha. "Sit." She did as she was told.
Weiss returned the port to the downtrodden young man in the port. He was sitting on a stump, head down as he sighed.
"Oh no!" Ruby cried. "He did fail!"
"So what? It was just a sword." Nora commented.
"You're just a sword!" Ruby stood to restart her assault, but Yang shot her a glare, and she sat down.
"I'm sure it was a really good sword, but it's not worth fighting over." Yang said, trying to calm Ruby. She watched as the boy sat and moped, head in his hands. She twisted her face in discomfort as she thought. 'Could do without his moping, though.'
"Agh!" Pyrrha gripped her head as her emerald eyes shined with a beautiful, green light. As beautiful as it was, however, it could not compare to the agonizing burning sensation she felt in her head. The others watched, for they knew what this was. It was the reason she was the head of the goddesses, their leader blessed with a powerful gift. Pyrrha was recieving a prophecy, a vision of a destiny to be realized.
And from the pain she was in, it was a prophecy to come soon. A fate that often ended in a death.
The young man stood before Pyrrha, sword in hand. He raised his blade high above him, both hands gripping the hilt, and brought it low. The next image was of the young man weeping over the fallen form of the goddess. She lay still at his feet, his blade soaked in blood.
When Pyrrha came to from her vision, the others surrounded her.
"Step away," Weiss called out, "let her breathe!"
"What happened?" Nora kneeled next to Pyrrha, refusing to back away as the others had. "Did you have a vision?"
"Yes." Pyrrha stood on shaky legs as Nora guided her to her feet. "I foresaw that man, and he will be my death."
The others stood in silence, each slowly turning their heads to the morose lad on his seat. Nora and Ruby shared a look of concern, while Yang and Weiss grit their teeth in anger. Blake, however, approached the port. She studied the mortal as though he were a puzzle to be solved.
After a few moments, she sighed, looking back to Pyrrha. "What do you suggest?"
"I say we kill him!" Yang barked with rage. "A mortal who threatens the goddesses must be dealt with severely!"
"Must you be so barbaric?" Weiss rolled her eyes. "I suggest we place him in the Dust mines. Some hard labor will deter any attack."
"We could just, you know, ignore him?" Nora offered. "He doesn't have a sword, so I don't see why we should even bother worrying about him."
"I say we steal his sword!" Ruby leapt onto the table around the porthole. "He can't hurt us if he doesn't have it!"
Blake sighed, and walked to Pyrrha. Guiding her to her seat, she knelt next to her and massaged her hand. As Pyrrha regained her bearings, Blake asked again.
"What do you suggest?"
Jaune Arc carried hay from the storage unit to the stable. As he tossed it over the fence, two horses approached him, a stallion and a mare. The stallion was black with a fiery-orange mane, and a temper to match. The mare was white with a mane of gold, and spirit as gentle as a morning breeze.
The two shared this stable since they were purchased by his family years ago, since Jaune was only a lad. He had always dreamed of being a warrior, fit for his family name, but it seems he was only fit for tending to these two. But he didn't mind. These two were his responsibility, after all, so it wouldn't be fair to leave them alone for him to play hero.
Still, though, the thoughts never left his mind. He imagined battling ferocious monsters. He dreamed rescuing damsels and the innocent from the wicked. He fantasized traveling outside these lands atop his horse.
But which one? The stallion was certainly brave, if his temper was any way of telling. But his temper was mostly directed towards Jaune. If the boy traveled too close to the stable, the stallion would rear back and charge towards him, before tearing back again and stomping his hooves around him.
Perhaps the mare then? Ah, but where the stallion was bold, she was as shy. She would often hide away into the shade of the stable, leaving it's safety only for meals or when no one else was nearby. She wasn't a mare for heroics. To say she was a mare for anything besides shying away would be completely untrue.
As the two ate from their pile, Jaune leaned in and pet their heads. The stallion grunted while the mare's ears flicked. He smiled and leaned against the fence, sighing with satisfaction.
"Such beautiful creatures, no?"
Jaune looked to his right and saw a robed figure standing next him. They were tall, with a deep crimson robe with golden trimmings. The voice sounded feminine, leading Jaune to think the figure was a woman. She turned and smiled at him, the robe covering the rest of her face. "What are their names?"
"Names?" Jaune looked to the horses, holding his chin with his fingers. "I... don't know. We never named them."
"No? Beautiful creatures deserve beautiful names, no?" She extended her pale, delicate hand towards him. "Like yourself. I'm sure you have a beautiful name."
Jaune blushed a bit at that. "Uh, Jaune. My name is Jaune."
"Jaune." She said his name with a sigh, like it was a pleasant breeze on a clear, summer day. "Why haven't you named these horses, Jaune?"
"I... I don't know." He turned around and leaned back against the fence. "I never thought about naming them."
"Never?" Jaune shook his head. The woman pointed her finger at the stallion, who snorted and flared his nostrils at her. "You have a fiery soul; a temper like a volcano, and twice as dangerous. Henceforth, you will be Vulcan."
The stallion stomped his hooves at his naming, like a child throwing a tantrum. The woman giggled at this and reached into the stable.
"Wait! Don't-!" Jaune reached to woman, but as he grabbed her, he slipped and fell onto his face. He wiped to mud from his face and witnessed something unbelievable.
Vulcan, the stallion who never let anyone near his stable without an offering, placed his head against the woman's palm. He breathed calmly as she stroked her thumb along his hair. She removed her hand and kneeled to lift Jaune to his feet.
"What about her?" She asked, gesturing to the mare. "What would her name be?"
Jaune looked at the mare. She looked back at him, almost expectantly, as she shook her head. She was beautiful; a horse many would fight for just to have and gloat about it. If Jaune were a warrior, he would be proud to be held aloft by such a magnificent creature.
"Gloria." He said. "Her name is Gloria." She trotted by to her shade, but he noticed that she had livelier steps in her canter. He chuckled.
"But what about you?" Jaune looked to the woman. "Does this beautiful creature have a name?"
The woman chuckled. "Indeed." She removed her hood with a smile, and down her head flowed a beautiful river of hair that reminded him of a fire-pit, with piercing eyes like those of gemstone. "I am the disciple of my goddess, the Lady of Black, and my name is Cinder Fall."
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