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annakie · 1 month ago

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FIXING THE HOUSE: PART TWELVE - We Can Make It on the Outside

Part One: I Do Not, In Fact, Have the Power

Part Two: Let’s Spend Lots of Money!

Part Three: All These Things That I’ve Done

Part Four: I Really Want to Stay At My House

A little interlude.

Part Five: Power Down

Part Six: You Will Leave Some Paint

Part Seven: Backwards to go Forwards

Part Eight: Master of Bathrooms

Part Nine: Within a Room, Somewhere

Part Ten: Rooms With No View

Part 11: Big Bang Room Part A and also Part B!

Hi, I know it's been like a week and a half but I was damn busy. I went to Minnesota and saw my buddies @ahab99 and @gloriousclio for a long weekend and it was fantastic! And then just generally busy since I got home, doing lots of projects for home and other personal life reasons. But there's still two posts to go after this one, so let's actually finish this!

Today we're going to talk about the garage and I think also just like, outside in general? And we'll leave the two biggest reveals for last.

Let's leave the living room and first head into the garage!

Look, the garage is not that exciting. The most exciting thing tbh was the fact that I got it like, halfway cleaned out back in July.

It's been too damn hot, YES EVEN IN OCTOBER to really finish the job after I, tbh, worked too hard on it in July, but I'm still glad I did that because of how bad it needed it, but we covered that already.

So I said this before but I made enough space to easily walk around, I put up some metal shelving for more storage/organization, and did some general tidying, so hey you can walk through it now.

There's a significant amount of stuff sitting in it that I'm waiting for a friend of mine to come get, idk when that's going to happen but I hope soon. Like a loveseat, a vacuum cleaner, a small desk etc. When those things are out, it'll be even better.

There's also several bags of clothes that need to go get donated and one bag of fandom-related shirts I was going to sell cheap here on tumblr maybe if I ever get around to it.

So one big improvement was just the fact that the drywall was starting to get real iffy. Some of it was straight up threatening to fall down. So that's fixed. I do not care that the new drywall is blue. It's a garage, I'll deal with it later, maybe. Also hey, shelving! Still messier than I want it to be. At least all that crap isn't on the floor anymore.

Also, no pic for this but apparently one of the beams across the ceiling in the garage was either loose or had come completely off the joist, maybe during the re-roofing? Anyway, Arturo fixed that, too.

So yeah, the workbench is still messy BUT.. remember way, WAY BACK in Part Two when I had no internet one night because the plug for this internet box was on the ceiling over my garage and it'd come loose, but I couldn't plug it back in because it was right over my car, which was blocked in by a dumpster?

Yeah, well, see, that won't be a problem again. Yay, I have power next to the workbench! A brand new outlet.

Crazy that there wasn't one there before. The only actual outlet nearby was against the back wall, pretty far away. And that outlet was SCARY. Very loose, felt really unsafe. It's been rewired and looks good now, too.

The most noticable improvement was this...

OK, see? Still TUFF there. It's actually a little better now. BUT... the windows! You can see through them! They don't have paint smeared on them! None of them have been shot through with a BB gun!

Look I love the kids who live across the street (and there are ALWAYS kids in that house, the kids who were kids when I moved in 21 years ago now have their own children, and there are always other kids there.) But occasionally they cause mischief and at SOME point someone shot a BB through my window and also into the siding a bit. I don't have any proof who did it or honestly exactly when, so I never confronted them, but it irked me for the last 2 or 3 years when it was there.

They were also just original to the house, and needed replacing. So now they've been replaced and look nice!

OK, enough of the dirty, stinky garage, at least until it gets actually cleaned out more.

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THE FRONT EXTERIOR!

The picture at the top of this post was the last picture I had from "Before" and that was taken day one of roof work back in late June or early July. The old roof, old gutters, old windows... etc. Just old and tired looking. You can see huge cracks in the driveway.

TBH it was starting to just look run down. Other problems were like, the garage door needed painting, honestly everything except the poles needed painting and that's only because they'd gotten so bad a couple of years ago that I had asked my lawn guy do it.

Obviously most of the things that improved the interior along that wall improved the exterior, like the windows and door.

All of the black trim along the fake shutters and next to the door got a fresh coat of black paint. The windows got touched up. I thought about replacing the light fixture but it's only like 10 years old so I didn't.

TBH the brick and cement could use a power wash, I need to talk to my neighbor's son about that since he does power washing. The new door especially looks so pretty. It also needed to be swept in that pic, it has since been, and the bushes trimmed.

My neighbor Veronica keeps reminding me that the bushes out front are too high, and she's right. I talked to my lawn guy about it and we decided to cut them way down in the spring when they'll start to grow back again.

Another improvement outside is security. I have a door lock camera, another camera you can't see in these pictures covering the front porch. There's a motion sensor spotlight camera over the driveway. And more stuff you'll see.

See? Camera.

New windows! Painted garage door!

The plan had been originally to power wash the driveway here. But there were those two HUGE cracks that were a problem. We filled them in with caulk(?) and cement but then you got... well, what's there. Also looked real bad.

Arturo ended up with a couple of extra bags of cement from another project. So he ended up putting a new entire layer of cement over the driveway.

He said it won't last forever, probably in the next couple of years we'll need to do a new driveway in order for it to look good, but by the time we got to this, the money was really starting to run dry.

So here's the front of the house now! It's so much better! Still has a little ways to go, but definitely not in the running for the shame of the block anymore.

Couple of other small things happened, including me washing the glass in my little lamppost, and spending $34 on ONE replacement pane that had broken long ago but it now looks fresh and whole.

There's also now a little sign you can kind of see on the door in a pleasant script that says "NO SOLICITING! Family, friends and Neighbors welcome!" I'm not sure if it's actually working or if people are just skipping my house now that it's clear I DON'T need new windows, but I haven't had any randos knock in a month or two since it went up.

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Had Arturo make a small improvement to my gates -- there were just BIG gaps between the doors and the walls. Like you could pretty easily see my entire backyard if you wanted to peek in at either door.

So he bought and installed a border around both doors of the same cedar wood, and I had saved a quarter bucket of the stain from Joel so it got painted. I also put locks on the gates because the locks the gates came with seemed pretty easy to open from the outside with like, a coat hanger. Now... not possible.

The sidewalk is swept and most of that junk is gone now, though I'm still waiting on my friend to come get the extra granite that he requested Arturo bring for him. STOP CLUTTERING UP MY HOUSE!! :D

But tbh, I don't have the funds and haven't had the time to pretty up the sides of the yard yet.

BUT... big improvements have been made on the patio!

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You may recall that the patio was in various states of looking pretty much like this all summer.

Eventually, as we finished up projects, the patio started getting a little cleaner and a little cleaner, combined with Monday or Tuesday Morning cleanups.

Hey, an empty, but ugly, patio floor! You may recall the patio ceiling got painted and the ceiling fan went up very early.

What's this? It's just ONE color instead of three or four worn through colors? I love it!! A nice green, which, again, was a darker shade on the same card as the ceiling color. I'm probably going to need to do yearly touchups but I have the can of paint for that for at least the next year or so. Believe it or not, these are not the same greens as in the dining room, nor the master bath, or the k-- wait we'll get to that. Just a lot of shades of green in the house, all different!

The patio furniture I think I mentioned at some other point got painted from stained red to the same color as the patio ceiling. I bought new grey cushions that look fantastic with them.

I also had taken the rug that had been under my computer desk the last couple of years and washed it off in the backyard, let it dry, then rolled it up and put it in the corner of the patio and forgot about it for a month or two.

When I was finishing the final cleanout of the patio for the painting I had an idea of what to do with it!

I also, back when all this started, had bought an adirondack chair. I wanted a nice lounger to relax on in my backyard, even though I had four perfectly good matching chairs already. But I wanted to lounge. I bought it in like... June, I think? The box arrived, I dragged it to the patio and it basically became a table for two months.

Just this last week I finally unboxed it, and spent three hours putting it together. I do love it!

The rug really adds a bit of homey-ness to the patio I think. It'll probably be need to tossed in a couple of years, but for now, I really like the look.

Hey, you can also see the new bathroom window from the outside here!

I really think the patio came together well. There's an element or two still missing.

And also... what's this?

I bought a house for my feral boys Buster and Peter for the winter! I really wanted them to have somewhere protected from the elements for those long week or three where it's actually cold in Dallas in the winter. I also wanted something that looked cute and gave them both their own space.

Still working on getting them to understand that it's for them, but Peter has at least checked it out!

Buster is under a chair over there being unimpressed. But also it's still in the 60's or 70's at night so they haven't needed it yet. I'm sprinkling food and treats in and on it to get them to try to investigate at least. There are warm beds on both the top and bottom levels for them. And you can see they also have beds in the chairs/floor where I see them sleeping.

They get oral flea medication every month or so btw.

The backyard is covered with cameras covering every inch. Nice cameras that solar recharge and are in high resolution. Every entrance of the house has at least two angles on it now. I'm really happy with that setup. Plus of course monitored alarm system.

There's no perfect home security, but I feel like I've made my house an unattractive target, at least. There are also generic signs posted about the video/alarm surveillance.

ANWYAY...

Fry and Pemily have also been enjoying supervised visits outside!

Fry loves dirt. Pemily loves just chilling out. I love hanging out out there after work and chilling with them. I do want to get a little side table for the lounger, but in due time. And YES I WEAR CROCS AROUND THE HOUSE. They're comfortable, ok? :D

Still gotta get the generator hooked up, and at some point actually finish beatifying the outside, but that's gonna take more money han I have left over now. I'll keep working on it, but also right now I'm letting myself just enjoy it.

OK! Back inside next time for the last two updates!

#personal post tag thingy #fixing the house #fixing my house

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magicalqueennightmare · 2 years ago

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Sins & Amends Chapter 7

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Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary: Billy spends one of his last nights stateside helping you through the aftermath of a rough call. When he calls you Alice decides she's tired of you and Billy tip toeing around your feelings

You didn't know how long you'd been sitting on the bench in the locker room. You'd gotten out the shower and changed out your uniform but your hair still hung down around your shoulders and your socks and shoes were untouched in front of you.

It wasn't the first time you'd lost someone on a call. Hell it was just a fact that not everyone would make it to the hospital. You'd never had to pronounce someone while their wife was being loaded into another rig begging you to save her husband.

"Y/N?" Alice calling your name softly made you jump. She sat down gently next to you and put her arm around your shoulders "We couldn't do anything for him. It's hard I know" you leaned over on her and nodded "He was twenty two Alice. God he was a kid" you tried not to take calls home with you but some were simply worse than others and that wife's screams were still ringing in your ears. "Wanna come home with me and Kenzie? I won't be sleeping too well tonight either and we can keep each other company"

You appreciated the offer but didn't want to intrude considering they hadn't moved in together but a month before. "No but I will take a ride home when she comes to pick you up" you replied and she nodded "I'm gonna head out front. Just come out when you're finished up"

You finally slipped your shoes on and heard your phone ringing when you were finishing throwing your stuff in your bag. You picked it up and actually managed a smile when you saw it was Maria then you remembered what day it was "Shit your mom and dad are leaving tomorrow" was what you ending up saying in place of hello.

"And I'm guessing you didn't remember?" She asked and you knew the moment you let out a breath she knew something was wrong and big sister mode kicked in "What happened?" You picked up your bag and headed out the locker room before answering "We had a hard call. You hear about that car going under the semi?"

She was silent for a moment before saying "Oh honey. I'm sorry. Do you want me to come over?" You shook your head then remembered she couldn't see you "No cause when you tell Vivian and Jon I had a bad day they'll want to come too and while I love them for that I'd rather all of you have a nice dinner and I'll come over tomorrow to see them off"

Instead of arguing like you half expected her to she sighed and said "promise to call if you need us before then?" "Yes ma'am" you replied then spotted Kenzie pulling into the parking lot and Alice looking around for you. "Gotta go Ria. Alice and Kenz are giving me a ride home. Give everyone my love and I'll be over for coffee come morning" "Bye sweetie"

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You waved as Kenzie and Alice pulled out onto the road before heading into your building. You smiled at Ms Johnson the eldery lady that lived with six poodles on the second floor. "Have a good day?" She asked so you nodded "Yes ma'am" and continued on to the elevator.

You leaned against the wall watching the numbers until it stopped on the third floor then pushed yourself off the wall to step off. The moment you were out the elevator you froze. Billy was leaning against the doorframe of your apartment obviously waiting for you. How the hell did he manage to look like that doing something so mundane? God he looked like he'd just stepped off the cover of one of the magazines plastered around the many stands you passed in a day's time.

"Ria call you?" You asked once you talked your feet into approaching him. He glanced up and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he saw you "She may have mentioned you had a bad day but in my defense I was already halfway here when she called me" your eyes narrowed in confusion at his words. You'd originally had plans to go over to the Castles for dinner with Vivian and Jon. How the hell had he known you'd be home?

Apparently he knew along the lines of what you were thinking because he explained "Curt passed the scene you were working earlier. Figured you'd not be in the mood for a dinner party so I came by to check on you"

"Thanks Billy but you don't have to waste one of your last nights home on me. You and Frank ship out again in ten days now" he stepped out the way to let you unlock your apartment then walked in behind you. "Waste one of my last nights? Spending time with you? How the hell is that a waste?" He asked stepping around you taking your bag off your shoulder in the process.

You watched with a half smile as he walked into your bedroom and laid your bag down next to your dresser then came back out with a grin. "Now how about you sit right there on that couch, we'll order some form of food and see what decent movies we can find to laugh at?" "Billy I'm fine really..you don't have to stay" you tried but he grabbed his chest in mock hurt "Oh come on sweetheart. You're hurting my feelings! Am I unwanted here?"

For the first time that day a full grin slipped onto your face "You're always wanted here Russo. If you insist on staying you choose the food, I'll choose the movie" he gave you a wink then flopped down on the couch and patted the cushion next to him "That's my girl"

When the day came for Frank and Billy to leave you were once again standing with Maria and the kids at the airport while your group said your goodbyes to the men. It had become so routine to you that you barely registered that Billy was standing with an arm around you while Frank and Maria had their final moments in each other's arms for the next ten or more months.

You stepped away from Billy to hug Frank and whispered in his ear "I got Ria and the kids so don't worry about them" "Thank you Y/N" he said softly back before giving you a light squeeze then moving onto the kids for their hugs and goodbyes.

You smiled at Billy who pulled you into a tight hug "I'm gonna miss you. Remember to write me. I'll call and Skype when I can" he spoke into your hair and you nodded enjoying the feel of being tucked against his chest. You could feel the beat of his heart under your cheek and closed your eyes for a moment before saying "Make it back in one piece Russo and bring Frank home safe" he kissed your forehead then stepped back and gave you that smile that always made your heart do a flip "Of course sweetheart. You and Maria aren't getting rid of us that easily"

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You stood with an arm around Maria while you both had an arm around one of the kids and watched until the final person stepped onto the plane and it started pulling away from the gate to turn to leave. You always stayed with them the first night after Frank left and this would be no different "so where are we thinking for dinner?" You asked and saw Maria crack a small smile when the kids started listing off several different places at once.

Deployments were something you were by far used to. As an extension of Maria you'd been connected to the Marines as long as she had. From the very first time Frank had to ship out you were right next to her supporting her when he walked onto the plane.

Deployments after getting so close with Billy started feeling different. When he was home there were few days you went without seeing him. You found yourself missing his presence even in small moments.

You now kept your laptop next to the bed so if he got a chance to Skype and had also downloaded a video chatting app on your phone. There was a shoebox full of letters under your bed that was overflowing from ones you'd kept over the time you'd known him yet you couldn't bring yourself to throw even the simplest letter away.

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You were on a twenty four hour shift so you'd just settled into your bunk when you heard the chiming on your phone that was a video call. You picked it up and saw the photo of you,Billy and the kids that always popped up when he called and slid to answer.

You pushed yourself into a sitting position before his face appeared on the screen. "Hey sweetheart!" He greeted with a smile. You fought back a yawn as you said "Hey Billy" he squinted a bit at the screen then muttered "Shit you're on your bunk meaning I either woke you up or I'm keeping you from catching some sleep on shift"

"Billy it's fine. I just got back from a call so it's not like i was going to be able to go straight to sleep. How are you and Frank?" He still seemed skeptical but said "We're good. Frank is actually on with Maria but the kids are already in bed so I figured I'd see how you were and get out from over his shoulder" "oh so I'm just a second option to the munchkins I see how it is Russo" you teased and got that signature smirk in return "Well the munchkins aren't as distracting as you are. Even in your uniform you're still one of the most beautiful women in New York"

"One of? She's the most beautiful woman in New York well besides Kenzie" Alice interrupted draping herself across your shoulders from her bunk behind you.

He rolled his eyes playfully "Alice you have a girlfriend remember?" She shrugged "Your point being? Kenzie agrees with me that it is insane that Y/N here is still single. Like what the hell is wrong with men in New York well women too for that matter. If I hadn't been her partner for this many years and with Kenzie I'd be trying to date her. Anyone that had a chance with her and didn't take it is a damn fool"

You shook your head at her and gave a gentle shove "Back to your own bunk Hendrixs. You need sleep" she grinned at you "Yes ma'am" then waved at Billy "Bye Russo. Get back in one piece ok?" "Bye Alice keep an eye on her for me"

Once Alice was tucked back into her bunk you turned your attention back to the screen and smiled "She gets weirder the later it gets sorry about that" "no problem. I've been friends with Frankie this many years I'm used to weird" Billy laughed then you heard Frank's voice "I heard that asshole" right before his face appeared next to Billy's "Hey Y/N"

"Hey Frank. You talk to Maria?" You asked and he nodded "Told me you and Jr blew up a science project in the backyard and you're helping Curt start a soup kitchen for vets on his days off" you smiled then said "Well the science project was a volcano so that explosion was a success and yea it's a slow go but I'm trying to help him with whatever I can"

"You're a damn super woman Y/N" Frank replied and your smile grew "Anything for my family Frank. You know that" before either of them could say anything you heard a voice call out "Castle! Russo!" And Billy cursed under his breath. "We gotta go sweetheart. Give the kids a hug from me" Frank said and you nodded "Always. Stay safe both of you"

Billy smiled and said "You stay safe too. I'll try to call you in a few days" you managed to say "I'll be waiting" before the screen went black.

You turned around and popped Alice on the forehead "Ow! What the hell?" She groaned even though a grin was playing at her lips. "What was that rant about?" You questioned and she shrugged "I'm sick of seeing you two dance around each other. You're both grown. Russo needs to either make a move or you need to find someone else to be heart eyed over. Figure I could remind him how amazing you are"

"Me and Billy…" you tried but she quickly interrupted "Are just friends. Yea I've heard that bullshit before. Look you two spend more time together when he's home then most couples i know. He looks at you like a puppy and you're not much better. Way I see it confess feelings now. If he chickens out you have many months to get rebound sex and be over the sting by the time he gets stateside. I love you and I want you happy. Take a chance mami!" You rolled your eyes and laid the phone down on your charging pad next to the bed "You're insane and I'm tired so on that lovely note"

You started to lay down but time your head hit the pillow an alarm rang out about a woman in labor and Alice all but giggled "On that note we're gonna go possibly deliver a baby at two am"

@weallhaveadestiny @intothesoul

#au billy russo #billy russo au #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #sins and amends masterlist

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wutlaikalikes · 1 year ago

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a blog of an unfortunately frustrating night…

for your sanity just scroll past, also tldr.

After the Unrailed gang unveiled their official name of Unplan from a karaoke collab on Rikka's channel, I got up to get ready for bed but as always I did check twitter for a bit before bathing. The first I read is the graduation notice of Vesper and Magni. I was hoping all this time that it's just an extended suspension. When Vesper was first suspended he didn't come back right away so I was just waiting.

I was fucking annoyed cause I’m still elated from Unplan's new original song. Sure they waited for the collab to be over but their song is going to be released an hour after the collab! I can't imagine what Unplan is feeling at the moment, their hard work that they have planned for months only to be overshadowed by this devastating news. Seriously, holostars management/hololive pr team, impeccable timing as always. I still haven't forgotten what the management/pr team did during Uyu's 3D stream.

please stream, comment and support their song

【MV】superior stars ／ unplan 【アルランディス×影山シエン×律可×花咲みやび】

I couldn't help but be mad. I was thinking when they come back I won’t be that person that would demand why they were suspended, I would just welcome them back! But as soon as i saw the announcement, I can’t help but want to know what the f*** happened!!

Then I suddenly remembered the cover, the 21 Stars song cover. And as soon as I posted that, another announcement that they'll delay the release.

I know they'll remove them from the song. I get it, legal rights stuff. but it doesn't hurt to ask.

I was just annoyed at this point because I know regardless of what I say or post on the internet, I can't do anything!! I actually wrote a letter that I was gonna turn into art and post tomorrow but I guess I'll just show the draft here…

I was sitting in two waiting rooms last night, Axel's announcement video and Unplan's song release.

I was calming myself before I said anything stupid. I just started to scroll and scroll on twitter. Somehow knowing that there are others like me, who are frustrated about this situation, calms me. I wasn't crying. I think the reason i wasnt is because I know where to follow them. Yes, I’m talking about the past life of Vesper and active account of Magni. Honestly, I’m kinda following prof’s account and saw a post that he won’t be streaming and has some things to finish. I already felt bad about it but I was just hoping for the best.

What made me sad were three posts. Posts from their senpai; Astel, Rio and Oga. Sure Astel and Rio managed to collab with Vesper and Magni but Oga didn't have his chance. I know Oga and Vesper collaborated during Aruran's telephone game but that is Aruran’s stream. The difference is that Rio and Magni, Vesper and Astel with Altare, were able to bond somehow through a game for an hour. I can imagine a drawing collab with Oga, Gamma, Iofi and Magni, with Iofi as a translator.

Astel said he wasn't feeling well but still he sang for Vesper and Magni to thank them for being part of Holostars. And as always stated his desire for Kira to come back, I want Kira back too.

【Sing】TY / アス��ル

I just want to express more of my frustrations over this timing.

I kinda can already tell something was wrong when Holostars Rust season 2 was suddenly announced last week. Temma was very vague about it when he was planning season 2, so I was quite surprised about last week's announcement. Sure, management paid for season 2's trophy and got us hyped by releasing a highlight video, but all this feels like bribery, even a distraction from what is about to happen.

Tempus announced that they won’t be streaming which is understandable. I wouldn’t want them to be on stream with emotional Vesties, Magmites, Tempuras and Starlights. But I also don’t like this start for Holostars Rust season 2. But the JP boys are still going to stream so I hope you can support them. Let's help them make this event another success!

At this point, I’m just annoyed. I wanted to know what happened and if there was anything that I could have done to prevent this graduation. I know most Vesties and Magmites feel that they weren’t able to show enough love and support to have them stay. But honestly, regardless of how vague that announcement is, I can’t blame anyone for thinking that something happened behind the scenes. Vesper and Magni are excited to be part of Holostars. Vesper even went off script during his debut to say how happy he is to be part of Holostars.

My wish is that Vesper and Magni’s archive will stay intact. Regardless though, I will make time to save Vesper’s cover of Shinigami and Magni’s original song Copium. As much as I want to save Magni and Rio’s Human Fall Flat stream and Vesper’s Project Zomboid streams, I don’t have a lot of time and memory space. I also wish that they keep their Minecraft builds, unlike what they did to Kaoru’s build which they removed from the JP server. I can just hope at this point.

I can’t stress this enough, support your oshi as best you can. You don’t really need to spend money simply sharing their streams and posts, making drawings and memes, commenting on their videos and interacting on chat helps. The algorithm is a crazy thing, your interactions leave impressions on their posts that actually help boost them up.

For those who are in the Holostars community because of Vesper and Magni, we won’t hold it against you if you decide to leave. It’s your time to spend and not ours to control but you are welcome to stay and you are always welcome to come back.

I wish nothing but success for Vesper and Magni. I’ll miss them for sure.

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imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters · 4 days ago

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Chapter 14. This is a Worthwhile Fight

I'm sorry that I take forever to update y'all. I'm in college and I'm like busy 24/7 but I currently am on Thanksgiving break here in America so I'm gonna try and finish up with the chapters that I need to have rewritten before you guys can get total new stuff that I've never written before for Easy To Hate so let's hope I can get through all of this!!!!

Anyways, this is also posted onto my Fanfiction.net account SomeKind0fMagic and my Wattpad somekindofmagic1 and my AO3 account s0m3kind0fmagic so you can check it out on there too!

I do not own Harry Potter

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As Slughorn passed each student, handing them their respective schedules, Albus let out a groan. He couldn’t believe it, he actually had to do school in the afternoon. He couldn't just go back to the common room and play games after lunch. He had to go back into a classroom essentially until dinner some days. “Look at this, we no longer have the afternoons off! It’s barbaric!”

He watched as Scorpius quickly scanned the schedule, a groan coming from him as well as Annie rolled her eyes. But even as she did that, he saw the small look of grimace that she had herself. “Well, I’m sorry Albus. But at least we have Astrology a little earlier.”

He sighed, she was right. Meant that on Thursdays they’d get to get to bed earlier than they had on Fridays the previous year. “That’s the only plus Annie. The. Only. Plus.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “You’re overdramatic Albus.”

He smiled at her cheekily, “You love it.”

He watched her deadpan, watching her mouth open to speak when he heard Genevieve’s voice: “Anne, c’mon.”

“Really? Can’t wait for what you guys have to say.” He saw Annie cross her arms, “Why should I have to? I don’t agree with it.”

He looked between the two sisters, neither of them had a happy look on their face. “Come on, we have to talk to Liana.”

“But it shouldn’t matter--”

“Come on.”

He watched his friend sigh before angrily getting up, telling him and Scorpius, and he guessed Robyn and Holly as well, that she would be back. He watched as she left the Great Hall, an angry look on her face. He watched as all of the Green siblings walked out of the hall and a heaviness began to weigh inside Albus. He knew what was going to happen. He remembered what Annie had said the night before, about their father going to kill Liana. And from what Genevieve had said and Annie’s responses, he knew this wouldn’t end well.

He turned back to his friends, all of their faces caused the heaviness in him to grow more. It was like they all knew this would end in an argument. That it would cause a divide in the family. He knew what that was like; being the cause of division. Cause of division based on your house. He knew it and he felt for Liana. Empathized with her side. He knew that she would blame herself. He felt bad for Annie, knowing she could care less about houses, her being friends with him proved it. He even had convinced himself that her siblings didn’t either, but he guessed he was wrong. Or maybe they had only been fine with him as he had been put into Slytherin, because they had James Potter’s younger brother.

He knew that people thought of him like that. Knew that people wanted to use him as a pawn in their hatred for James and the Gryffindor house. And he didn’t like it. Truthfully and honestly. It filled him with anger as he felt that some people didn’t actually like him as a person but like the idea of getting back at James.

But with Annie, he knew that there was no way that she would have reacted that way if--

“--Just because I’m not a Slytherin doesn’t make me less of a Green!” Everyone looked over at the doors as they heard Liana scream at her siblings.

He, along with others, looked out in concern as Genevieve yelled back: “Yes it does! Everyone with the last name Green has been a Slytherin! It’s been that way for centuries!”

“No we aren’t! Our Great Great Great Aunt was a Ravenclaw--”

“And she disowned Anneliese! Why do you think--”

“Don’t interrupt me Dominick! Just because you’re older doesn’t automatically give you the right to interrupt me! I would bet 10 galleons that I’m smarter and better than you!”

They only got louder. The professors, McGonagall included, began to stand, to walk down the hall. Everyone watched as the siblings began to argue over her needing to be re-sorted. And through all the yelling and chaos outside, Albus caught James’s eyes. He knew...he knew what his brother was thinking. He knew that they were thinking the same. That this would have been how it would have gone if James had gathered the family that was there. He knew that both he and his brother knew that this was how it was between them. Even though they never showed it. Not this publicly anyways.

And it was odd, that as he watched James look away, the feeling that had risen in him. Some type of understanding. Some type of understanding that the two had. That they wouldn’t let it get bad enough for any fights to be heard outside of the family.

That they wouldn’t needlessly get people involved who didn’t need to be and to never get the teachers involved.

But Albus wasn’t stupid. He was 12 and a bit idiotic as all 12-year-old boys were, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew James and he knew himself. He knew that one day a fight would break out and no one would be able to stop what would happen after.

And if Lily ends up in Slytherin next year? Well Albus knew it would be like the muggle saying: “All hell will break loose.”

And maybe that was why he was secretly being selfish and hoping his sister would risk her own self and wish for Gryffindor like Albus sometimes wished he had done. Or that perhaps she’d be placed somewhere else. Placed somewhere, anywhere, but in Slytherin. He didn’t want her to get hurt. Not like he had been. He didn’t want her to feel what he did. Want her to watch as people she grew up with turn their backs on her just because of her house.

It wasn’t until he saw, from the corner of his eye, Annie and her family walking in (well more like being forced back in), that he finally broke eye contact with the Gryffindor table. And he, along with everyone else, stood as they saw Dominick grab Liam before punching him. Albus knew Dominick was aggressive but he hadn’t expected him to draw blood from Liam. It caused a small landslide with Derek punching Anotonio. It was a shock. Between the two, Albus would have bet that Antonio would throw the first punch. The older boy had that look about him. The messy black hair and piercings with the other jewelry had always given him that idea.

And he had thought that that would be the end, Professor Longbottom taking 50 points each from the two of the boys. Earning a groan from nearly every Slytherin. 100 points, plus whatever they all were sure had been lost from outside. Dominick and Derek were both being pulled out by Professor Slughorn before they heard Professor Pritchard yell and grab Liana and Alexa.

Albus saw Alexa’s hair had been pulled out of her braids, glasses had fallen to the ground. He saw the look of anger on Liana’s face. A look he had recognized from the mirror. He watched as everyone except Dominick, Derek, and the two girls were pulled out of the hall by their Head of Houses with Professor Longbottom following behind them.

And as they were all pulled out, the students who had remained standing finally sat. Albus finally sat. He finally saw Annie as she sat back next to him. He saw her face, a face he had also seen on himself. And it was a gentle, almost indiscreet thing he did, unconscious even, but he gently caressed her back. Something his mother had done several times for him growing up. He saw her look as she moved away from him slightly and he couldn’t explain it but he felt his heart sink.

And although he knew that it was wrong to do, he felt as though he did something wrong.

And still, by the end of the first day, everyone was talking about the fight. Everyone could see how the entirety of the Green family, from Antonio and Derek to Alexa and even Liana at the Ravenclaw, were tense. Annie hadn’t spoken at all, Antonio and Derek hadn’t been around one another at all (which even though the two of them were never super close they still were twins and it was odd for Albus to not see them around each other). And it was weird for him as Dominick and Derek were with one another, Randy and Genevieve not far from them. He looked at the four with confusion the whole day. He knew that Dominick had some questionable choices from the past but he was still shocked that Randy and Genevieve and especially Derek were by his side. And Alexa was off, over by two of the other Slytherin girls, talking with them most days.

And Albus couldn’t put his finger on why, but he was concerned for his friend. Concerned for how quiet she had been, especially as the days followed and she still didn’t speak much. He watched her with concern, worried that something else had been said out in that hall or even since then that had gotten her to be that way.

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As the first two weeks of school had passed, things eventually started to go back to normal. Well, Albus wouldn’t say “normal, normal” but still closer to normal than it was. Antonio and Derek had hardly spoken to one another, along with Liam and Randy, but it wasn’t like Albus had cared too much about that. Annie was speaking again. Back to occasionally being difficult to even get to shut up. But even with that, he didn’t care. She was going back to normal and things were going back to normal. Normal enough to where she had agreed to watch him and Scorpius (along with everyone else) try out for the Quidditch team.

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Albus nervously tapped his foot as he tried to eat while Scorpius just stared at his own food and Annie yawned while laying her head on the table. He saw Antonio sit across from them before he rustled his sister's hair, a short laugh coming from Albus as Annie looked up at him, annoyed almost.

“I will kill you.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

He watched her push herself back up, seeing the glare she sent her brother, something that almost calmed his own nerves. “I am the idiot who said yes when her two friends asked her to watch them tryout for the stupid Quidditch team.”

“Okay, now one, it isn’t stupid. And two,” The elder boy looked at Albus, “Whatcha going out for?”

“Uh, Seeker.”

“Oh please for the love of Merlin let you be good and Matt have a brain! We would kill to have a Potter Seeker on our team! Especially since according to rumors James is gonna be Chaser.”

“That’s true.”

“What?”

Albus nodded, glancing at Oliver Avery. “Yeah. He decided to swap out this year.” Albus shrugged, “Couldn’t tell you why.”

“Maybe he heard you were trying out and then realized that he could never beat you as a Seeker.”

Albus laughed slightly at Scorpius’s comment, taking a quick bite of his food before shaking his head as he swallowed. “No. He had already decided to change before the end of last season. Before I had even considered trying for the team.”

“Either way. Still pretty epic if you make the team.”

His eyes darted over to where he heard a thud. Seeing Rohyn’s similarly unruly black hair hit slowly lift from the table. “Why in Merlin’s name did Matt decide that tryouts had to be at eight in the bloody morning? It’s too early for this.”

Almost everyone at the table murmured in agreement. “Agreed.”

He saw Antonio stretch before sighing, “Anyways, I’m sure you three guys will be fine. Anyone who has played with or against you Rohyn knows you’re a bloody good Keeper. Matt making everyone try out aside, we needed a Keeper with Aidan graduating last year. Plus, we were down a Chaser so Scorpius has a chance. Granted some people might be better but they’re older. For both of you. But I’m pretty sure Matt wants younger blood. Blood he can mold and will stay on the team for longest. And then Albus has Quidditch royalty really. I mean his--”

Albus rolled his eyes, stopping Antonio, doing the spiel himself. “Yeah, yeah, I know. My mother was Ginny Weasley. One of the best Chasers the Holyhead Harpies had seen in ages, played both Chaser and Seeker while at Hogwarts. And then my father is Harry freakin’ Potter. The youngest quidditch player in a century. Playing for the Gryffindor quidditch team in his first year. I know. Everyone loves to remind me.”

Antonio raised his hands up, “Sorry, but all I was saying is that it would be weird if you didn’t play. Or at the very least were shite at it. I mean, how much of your family either plays or used to?”

Albus shrugged his shoulders, before looking up and thinking. “Four of my Uncles, Charlie, was a Seeker, Fred and George were Beaters and Ron was a Keeper. Then my Aunt Angelina, who was a Chaser, my parents, my dad's dad, who played both Chaser and Seeker apparently. Last year it was James, Fred, and Vic and then last I knew, Rose was trying out this year so she’ll probably get in, then, if she does, that’ll be another one. And I mean, it is an extra one if you count Teddy.”

He saw as Antonio was counting his fingers. “I would count him, you always say he’s basically a second brother. So, let’s say Rose doesn’t get on the team, that’ll be about 11 and then with Rose it would be 12.”

Albus shrugged, “It’s a lot. I dunno why basically everyone in my family plays.” He rubbed his nose, “But what you guys?”

Antonio motioned to Annie, “Of us here at Hogwarts, who recently left, Anne here is the only one who doesn’t play.”

Albus looked at his friend, who looked like she was about to fall asleep. “Why don’t you play?”

She shrugged lazily. “Don’t have the will to. Don’t find it fun really. I mean, who actually finds the thought of possibly falling off of an object up in the air and breaking several bones, getting concussion, as well as all of the other things that could happen. I don’t see the appeal of it. I’ll watch it, enjoy it while doing so even, but with my ability to get hurt easily, I don’t even try.

“Whatever.” Antonio shoved a piece of toast into his face and looked at the three second years and spoke after he swallowed, “Knowing Matt, he’ll want us there ten minutes before tryouts actually start. He’s so big on the whole ‘early is on time, on time is late, and late you’re off of the team’ idea. So, if you do make the team, I’m sure he’ll give that spiel to you but I’m just forewarning you.”

Albus looked at Antonio, almost incredulously. “Really?”

Nodding, Antonio continued, standing now. “Yeah, his sister, Charlotte, she’s always late to events and it’s funny cause it’s not their parents who get mad at her, no, it’s him. Like, Aunt Millicent and Uncle Goyle could care less about punctuality as long as you aren’t dramatically late.”

“Couldn’t imagine that.”

“It’s normal in our families. They hate tardiness. That’s why Anne is always late.”

Annie snorted, “Actually, no. I’m always late because I have no sense of time and I refuse to get a watch.”

Albus sighed, “Well, maybe we should head out.”

Scorpius nodded, “He’s right, we should. Plus, we all have to put on the tryout uniform, which Al and I do not have.”

Antonio nodded, “Very true. Alright, let’s head down. You’ll be good by yourself Anne?”

She nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

Her brother nodded as the four boys got up and made their way. Albus stopped before turning and looking at his friend, smile on his face, fist out. “Wish me luck?”

He watched her roll her eyes but still tap her fist against his. “Luck.”

He continued to smile before turning and making his way back over to the other three guys. His heart was pounding as he pretended that he wasn’t more nervous than he was at the sorting. He tightly held his hand in a fist as he silently walked with the other Slytherins but the silence freaked him more so before he even thought of it, he just spoke out: “Why does everyone call your dad Goyle, Rohyn?”

“I dunno. I think they always have. I think that’s the norm in my family. Or...at least it was until my parents had us.” He laughed, “I sometimes wonder if people even know my dads name.”

Albus glanced at his friend, realizing he didn’t know Mr. Goyle’s first name. “You know what, I actually don’t know it. What is it?”

“Gregory.”

Scorpius snorted, “I could never imagine calling him ‘Uncle Greg’ or ‘Uncle Gregory,’ it just sounds so bloody wrong.”

Albus laughed with Antonio and Royhn. The eldest sighed as they neared the pitch, “Is there really anyone else that we do this to? That we don’t call by their first name, always last?”

Things went silent as the three boys with historically Slytherin families thought. He glanced between them, thinking about it for himself, but knowing that he never did that. He watched as they each shook their heads.

“I don’t...” Rohyn started, “I can’t think of anyone that we do this to except for my dad.”

“Yeah...me either. It’s kinda weird in all honesty.”

Albus nodded in agreement, but before they really could say anything, they entered the tent and Albus felt his stomach in his throat. Unsure if he could do this after all as he saw the people who had shown up. All older. All with, he assumed, more experience. What little confidence and faith he had in himself faded, thinking that if he would make any team, it would be the reserves, but he knew deep down that he wouldn’t make the team.

Either of them.

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But as he watched the other players tryout, he realized that maybe he wouldn’t have too much to worry about. Matt had called for Chasers first. He watched as each group barely were able to even do what Matt had asked of them. The only one that was a splinter of talent was the one Oliver Avery was on, and even then the talent and ability to play was only from him. Albus began to wonder if it wasn’t so much as captain or just Dominick being a shitty player as much as it was that no one in Slytherin house knew how to play.

A few more groups went before Scorpius finally did. He was with another second year, Jordan Boles, who Albus identified as after a few moments. He didn’t know the other person. He was sure that they were a third year but he didn’t know their name. Not really at least. Not confidently enough to just say it and feel like he was right.

He watched the three of them run the drills that Matt called for them. As he watched, he knew that the third year he couldn’t name was out. The kid could hardly play. But when it came to Jordan and Scorpius, Albus couldn’t see who would be better suited for the place. He nervously bit his lip for his friend. He liked Jordan and he hoped, selfishly, that if Albus didn’t make the team then Jordan did and not Scorpius. But he hoped that if he did make the team, that Scorpius would get the Chaser position. He knew it was selfish and he really didn’t care.

“Jordan is good, but not reliable.”

Albus looked over at Oliver Avery. “What?”

“I know you’re thinking that it’s between Scorpius and Jordan, but it isn’t. At least I don’t think so. Look at the three of them,” He watched as Oliver pointed out at the people in the sky. “Martin can’t hold the ball, Jordan isn’t trying to pick up the slack but Scorpius is. He’s not playing as one player but two.” Albus watched and saw what Oliver was talking about. “My bet is that Chaser’s will be me, Scorpius and Matt. Jordan will definitely make the reserve team though. But I think he’ll be the only one. Which isn’t good to have, but at least it’s better than it’s been in the past where we didn’t even have a reserve.”

Albus nodded, hand nervously gripping the school given broom. Matt had given everyone one. Made the playing field even. Everyone had the same broom.

“Seekers are next, Potter.”

Albus nodded, he knew it. He saw the list momentarily when he had passed Matt earlier. Saw it say Chasers then Seekers and then Keepers before ending with Beaters. He didn’t know the order that Matt would be going in so he nervously looked around as the Chasers came down. He watched as Matt wrote some things down and Scorpius came over. He didn’t hear what Oliver said to his friend, he just watched Matt, waiting to hear who he called first. And a breath that was almost a breath of relief left Albus’ mouth as neither of the two names were his.

He watched the kid nervously fly up and Albus watched and knew that he was at least better than him. And then the second kid wasn’t too different. He knew that neither one of them would make it. Seeker was the most dangerous positions to be. Everyone thinks that it’s Beater but anyone who plays the game knows it's really the Seekers that are in more danger. You have to avoid the bludgers that the Beaters send to try to take you out. Even if you get the snitch, it won’t help if you don’t have a high enough score. You’ll either still not win, tie, or barely win and not get the extra points to help in winning the cup.

And he watched as Matt blew the whistle with neither boy getting the snitch.

Dominick was next up, with third year Roy Harper. He watched the two of them play. Roy was good. Not as good as the choices had been from the other three teams but he was better than Dominick. And he watched as it appeared Roy almost caught the snitch a few times. But he knew that the whistle was about to be blown, just as Roy caught the snitch.

Albus squeezed his fists. He knew that he was next. It was only him and one other person standing there for Seeker. He wasn’t sure how this person was. He knew that, if anything, it would likely be between him and Roy. He hoped that maybe he was good enough to get put on the team, but he knew that if it wasn’t true, he would be on the reserves.

And honestly that felt like it was more than what Albus thought that he deserved.

But he was knocked from his head as Matt called his name. His name and Fabien Hightower’s. He didn’t know that kid. Not well. Albus looked at Matt as he explained the rules:

“Treat this like a normal game. Catch the snitch. Whoever does it first is who I’ll consider for the position. If neither of you can catch it then it's game out. You won’t win us the game by not catching the snitch, especially if we have less than 150 points over the other team. You two understand?”

Albus nodded and he was sure the other kid did too because Matt blew his whistle and Albus knew that it meant to take off. He tossed his leg over the broom and pushed off. He got high up, about to the top of the stands. He closed his eyes, remembering something that his dad had told him once when playing at home.

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Albus stood nervously as he looked at his dad. It was the first time that they were letting him play as Seeker instead of Chaser and he was nervous. Albus wasn’t sure how to play Seeker, not really. But his dad was smiling at him softly. “Now, all you have to do is catch the snitch. Do it before your brother does. But wait until your team has a high enough lead against his, alright?” Albus nodded, mentally noting everything his dad was saying. “And even though we don’t have them here, in the real setting, go up to the top of the stands. I always found it was easier to see from there.”

Albus rubbed his nose, “What about here?”

“Top of the Burrow. Before the chimney, though. The top of the roof. Right,” He felt his dad move him to look at a certain point before he pointed his finger somewhere specific. “Right there, alright?” Albus looked at his dad and nodded. “Alright, now go win that game.”

Albus nodded and ran over to where Rose, Vic, and Teddy were waiting for him.

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Albus’ eyes opened and he quickly looked around, somehow immediately finding the snitch. He immediately leaned forward, quickly flying to the golden ball. Grabbing it, catching it and feeling the wings flutter around his finger as Matt blew the whistle, signaling their time was up as he caught the snitch.

The 12-year-old boy had a smile on his face as he came down. Confident enough that he did good. Confident that he made the team. Even as he saw Rose leaving the stands out of the corner of his eye. Even as he knew she was about to report back to James. He felt confident that he made the team.

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Albus sat by Scorpius, nerves hitting him again. But they were different. They weren’t for him. He was more nervous that he had made the team and Scorpius hadn’t. That he had made it and Scorpius hadn’t. He hadn’t seen Rohyn, having come back to the tent to shower as it was what Matt had told him. Which was something he didn’t really get why he did. Afterall, he barely broke a sweat. He understood why the Chasers and then the Keepers and finally the Beaters did. But he didn’t know why he ended up doing it.

He watched as Matt came out of the back area that he assumed as the Captain's office. He stared, nervously clenching and unclenching his fist. A nervous habit he had recently gotten, a habit he was sure wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. He listened as Matt began to read off the list of those who didn’t make either team. It included everyone who Albus had thought. A smirk even fell on his face when Dominick’s name was called out. But it was replaced with an eyeroll as Dominick began to throw a fit over it.

“I made the list, with the help of your brother Dominick. And unfortunately for you, a third and a second year did better than you. Now get out before I make you. And I think we both remember last summer when you tried this shit.”

Albus looked between the two boys, a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he had left his lips as the Green brother angrily left the tent. He turned his attention back to Matt as he finished off the names of those who didn’t make it. A small sound of people talking started as everyone realized that this meant they either made the main team or the reserve.

But they all quieted down as Matt began to speak. “Alright. Now, the 13 of you left here either made the main team or the reserve. Six of you will be there for as many games as your body can handle while seven will be there when either myself or one of the other six members cannot play. This is not a game of favorites or whatever you may think, I went based on talent. Understood?”

Everyone nodded or made noises of agreement. And Matt nodded, looking at the clipboard again. “Now, as I call your name, take the jersey that fits you and has your last name on it. Alright, this year's Beaters are Antonio and Liam Green.” Albus looked, he hadn’t even noticed that Liam was there and he saw the angry look on Derek's face. “Derek Green and Tony Higgs are on reserve. Keeper is Rohyn Goyle with his reserve being Andrew Montague. Chasers are me, with Oliver Avery returning and Scorpius Malfoy joining.” Albus looked at Scorpius with a smile on his face while his friend stared in shock as Matt listed off the names of the reserve players for Chasers. “And finally, it is my pleasure to tell everyone that Albus Potter will be our Seeker for this year.”

Albus felt his air catch in his throat. He was the Slytherin Seeker. He had done it. He really had done it. He couldn’t believe it. Sure, he has ended up being confident but he was also so sure with the way that his life had been going that he wasn’t gonna make the main team. So it came to him as a shock that Matt actually called his name as Slytherin’s next Seeker. He stood and almost sort of stumbled over to where the jersey's were. A small smile fell upon his face as he saw the number “6” looking back at him. Six had been his mum’s number. He had been sure that he would have gotten “7” like his dad and brother, but he was happy to see the number six looking back at him. Afterall, it had been the number he had always seen in photos and on the jersey that hung in the back on his mum's closet.

“Alright, for you guys on the main team, practice Monday, Wednesday, Friday after dinner with Saturday’s if there isn’t Hogsmeade or a game. I expect each and every one of you there. You can only get out if you’re stuck in the Hospital Wing or detention. Otherwise, I expect you all to be here every night.”

The stern, Captain look fell from Matt’s face and was replaced with a smile. “I’m excited for this year’s team. I think we can do a lot of good. Especially with you three second years. You’re young and I can mold you into the perfect players to make sure Slytherin wins.”

“And with a Potter on our team, we already have an advantage.”

Matt nodded, “Something I do want to take advantage of. You’re good Potter but you still need some work. I know how the Hufflepuff’s Seeker is and he is good, better than James was. Hufflepuff in general has been a powerhouse in Quidditch for a few years. But Hufflepuff is our last game so I am sure that with hard work and dedication, we can win it with us getting the snitch and still having a high lead. Or maybe their luck ends with Victoire Weasley now gone. Either way, we can do this. And either way, you guys are free to go.”

Albus nodded and grabbed all of his things before turning to head out with Rohyn and Scorpius. And almost as soon as they stepped out of the tent, they saw all the girls standing out there. Holly squealed in excitement as they stepped out and he heard her say something about him being on the team but he saw Annie just sitting there and staring off in the distance. He carefully walked over to her and put his hand onto her shoulder. “You alright?”

He watched her blink a few times before tilting her head. “What?”

And he repeated himself, “I said are you okay, you seemed spaced out.”

“Oh yeah! Sorry, I was just thinking.” She smiled, “So, did you make the team?”

“Yeah! So did Scor and Rohyn!”

She punched his shoulder, “Killer, maybe now we’ll have a chance at winning a game.”

He laughed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, almost already guiding her. “Yeah, maybe. But c’mon, lunch has already started and I’m hungry.”

He heard her laugh and knew that she rolled her eyes, despite not seeing it. “Of course you are.”

He tossed his head to look at her and smiled at. She smiled back and he led the way as they made their way back to the school and to the Great Hall with the hope that there would be food for him to eat.

#easy to hate #easy to hate chapter 14 #this is a worthwhile fight #harry potter oc #harry potter next gen oc #harry potter fanfiction #anneliese erika green #anneliese green #harry potter next gen

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kmlaney · 1 year ago

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cw drinking, smoking, allusion to execution with no graphic description.

this actually fits inside this bit I posted Friday.

“It was Washbourne at the lever, wasn’t it?” Miss Peaches asks.

I stare at my mug. Good humor gone. It’s been the better part of a year and I don’t know that I’ll ever move on. “Miss Peaches, you gonna to bring that up, I’m going to want something stronger than small beer,” I say. My voice is hoarse.

Miss Peaches nods to Liese, who disappears out the door. “I think I must, Philla. This is my business, I’m afraid.”

I gnaw on the end of the cigarillo. “You ain’t speculating on who’s in Simon’s pocket. I bet you have a damn good idea who is and who isn’t. You got plenty of sources. You don’t need me for that. So what are you after?”

Miss Peaches waits for Liese to return with a bottle and some glasses. Not the heavy bar glasses, thick for drunken patrons with big hands. Delicate things, so thin the light in the room makes them glow, cunningly fashioned out of fine-grained stone. Miss Peaches tugs the cord and breaks the wax on the bottle and fills the glasses with biiju.

I accept mine and sip. Biiju gets distilled in the fall to clear out the beer casks for the new crop, and it can be rough, bottled straight from the still, or smooth, aged for a while and mellowed in wooden casks or held in the alembic with herbs and such. This was wood-aged before bottling. Good stuff. Probably expensive even though it’s local and not a cognac or whisky imported from the inner kentoons. I won’t insult her and quaff it in one shot.

She waits until I finish it before asking, “Philla, do you know why they killed your father?” She refills my glass without comment.

I stare into its amber depths. She’s not asking for the official list of offenses. The lies. Finally I croak out, “They needed to sweep out the last of the old order. My brothers-in-law weren’t taking over for him and neither Mama nor I could take the oath on account of we don’t got dicks.” I spit the last few words out. I’ve been bitter about it ever since Father tried explaining why it mattered. I do knock back this drink and set the glass back on the table. I want another.

Miss Peaches won’t give it to me. She and Liese are both still on their first. “Then why haven’t you gone after any of them?”

“Been eating you, has it?” I ask. I can only meet her eyes for a moment before I return to staring at the strange glass made of stone. The biiju sits on my meal, percolating through the mass, warming my belly and not hitting my head nearly as fast as I’d like under the circumstances. “I promised him I wouldn’t.” I say, almost under my breath.

Miss Peaches finally sits back in her seat and sips her drink. “Ah,” she says, and I’m sure she’s not commenting on the biiju. She don’t need to ask who I mean. She knows.

I don’t know how much I spilled that night. Maybe she’s seeing if I remember. I wish I didn’t. No amount of drink can make me forget it and now the words come gushing out like pus from a lanced boil. “I don't know when he made the deal. Never had any suspicion until they came for him. But he knew they would, and the day and time as well. Weren't no fight, not on his part. He made me promise to leave it lie. Say it's finished, those were his words. If I didn't, they'd kill us all and then my sisters and their families and as far out as they could go. Wouldn't get the spectacle in the square they wanted, though. He didn't have to say it. I knew. We all did, all of us in the room, except maybe Mama but she weren't hardly thinking by then.

"I didn't want to. He begged me for it and it broke my heart to hear him. I stay my hand out of respect for my Father and no one else. He bought my life--and Mama's, Regina's, and Lydia's--with his. That was his price. They were going to kill him anyway. But they couldn't very well have his rabid daughter out there causing trouble for them, now, could they? I'd never honor a vow made to any of those bastards. They knew it. But to my Father, I would. Even coerced. That was their price.

"Part of me wishes I'd said 'no' one more time. Make 'em get their hands bloody. But I couldn't do that to Father. He'd done the best he could for his family. He had a better idea than I did at the time the kind of hell they were going to put him through over the next week or so. Not to mention how it would end. Knew, and went anyway. I can't--" my voice cracks and I viciously scrub tears from my cheek that I barely knew were there, "--I can't disoblige his sacrifice. I can't. It's all I have left of him. And it kills me every morning I wake up. Now fill my fucking glass, and damn you for dredging this all up."

Miss Peaches does as I command and I knock back the shot without tasting it. "I wondered," she says.

"You didn't fucking wonder. You got ears longer than you credit Simon with having,” I snap. I continue, but tired and old and dusty like the rest of this damn town, “I'm not a smart person, but I know none of it was about me. I'm nobody. Father was important only by virtue of being last. And, worthless as I am, I'm more valuable alive and broken than defiant and dead. It eats me like a cancer, knowing that. Every goddamn day." I glare at Miss Peaches, willing her to pour for me again. But I doubt she will. I tried to climb into a bottle before and she wouldn’t let me. "What you wondered was how broken I am."

She sips her drink and keeps the bottle firmly within her reach alone. “Reuben was a good man, Philla. I counted him as a friend, and I know he did me. He was proud of you then and I think he still would be.”

“Maybe,” I concede. Don’t think he’d be happy with my drinking or the way Mama and I snipe at each other on the daily. And I’m still not convinced honoring my word to him is the best way to honor his memory.

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smaptain-smerica · 2 years ago

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Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Team Building

My body's natural alarm clock went off, causing me to wake up a little after 5 am. The first thing I noticed was the pounding headache that I gained from being hung over.

My eyes opened now. I realized I was using a leg as a pillow. My eyes followed the person until I saw their face. Bradley had a yellow glow cast on his face from the incoming morning sun. His chest rose and fell slowly with his sleeping breaths.

I slowly sat up from the couch and rubbed my eyes, getting the sleep out of them. I noticed the mess on the table of different papers scattered around everywhere. Out of fear they might get ruined, I began putting them back into the binder.

I felt the couch shift beside me, followed by a groan. I smiled, looking over my right shoulder at Bradley who squinted his eyes in the sun.

"Good morning." His raspy voice croaked out of his throat.

I have had boyfriends before. I've spent the night and woke up with them, hearing the myth that is the morning voice. I didn't believe it was a real attractive thing until now. Hearing it now from Bradley was an entirely different feeling. It was a sensation in my ears that I hadn't experienced before.

"Good morning." I replied with a gentle hum as I finished closing up the binder. Bradley was now sitting up next to me, rubbing his eyes and groaning. "I don't remember falling asleep." He chuckled.

I hummed a laugh in agreement. "I don't either honestly."

Recalling the events of last night, I thought about the kiss. The kissing got more intense for a brief moment in time, I couldn't tell how long we had been going for. After that, we turned on a movie and I guess both fell asleep. I felt a pull at my heart a little bit. My head hurt from the hangover and thinking about the situation.

"Do you want some breakfast or something?" Bradley asked, rubbing his hands awkwardly on his knees.

"I'd love some, thank you." I responded to his nice gesture with a smile which he returned before standing and making his way to the kitchen. His smile was unlike any other I have seen. It was wide and bright and full of life. The kind of smile that you couldn't help but smile in response to.

I smelled the freshly brewed coffee that seemed to be prepared already. My guess is by a timer that's set to the same time every day. I stood up and followed my nose to the kitchen. "Do you mind if I-" I began asking while pointing to the coffee machine.

"Oh not at all. Here," he opened a cupboard, pulling out a glass for me. "There's some other stuff for it in the fridge. Sugar is on the counter. Help yourself."

"Thank you." I gratefully responded and began fixing the coffee to my liking while I noticed Bradley getting pans from the cabinets and wondered what he was going to make.

My feet allowed me to wander outside. The beautiful dark stone patio met the white sands of the ocean that was just a short jog away. I took a drink of the coffee as it entered my system. Caffeine was a bad thing to be reliant on. One day without it and it gives me a debilitating headache.

The sounds of the ocean were relaxing, causing me to close my eyes and just bask in echoing white noise. The last few days have been nothing but work. Hard work, studying, working, and sleeping whenever I get the chance. Having a morning to just listen to the ocean and feel the steadily warming sun on my face was refreshing. Bradley's company was a nice addition to the morning.

"I hope you like pancakes." Bradley's voice took me from my thoughts and I looked up as he approached with two plates in his hand. He handed one to me. Two perfectly golden brown pancakes with a small dish of butter and syrup on the side. I smiled gratefully up at him.

"I do, it looks fantastic." I complimented and began to fix the pancakes to my liking. Bradley sat down next to me, his pancakes already swimming in syrup.

The pancakes were delicious, exactly what I needed after a night of heavy drinking.

"Listen y/n, I'm sorry about everything before." Bradley spoke in between bites of pancake that he shoveled into his mouth.

"Yeah you were a jerk." I chuckled, remembering the times he was rude or snarky towards me. I don't know if I entirely believed that he was scared. I think he was jealous as well. I thought it might have been the threat of someone new, being protective of his territory.

"I know. And I'm sorry about the Mav- Pete thing." He looked down at his plate, avoiding my eye contact. He picked at the food before finally taking another bite.

I pursed my lips together, taking a heavy sigh while cutting my pancakes for another bite. "It's not how it was intended to happen. In all honesty I wish the whole 'finding out he's my dad' thing hadn't have happened."

"How are you feeling about that?" Bradley asked, finally looking over at me and preparing himself to listen.

"I honestly don't know. I mean, I haven't known a father figure my entire life so for this idol who I've looked up to my entire naval career to be my father? I am still waiting to wake up, like it's all a dream. A fucked up dream."

Bradley nodded while chewing his food. He had finished his pancakes, putting his plate down on the table in front of us.

"I've known Pete literally my entire life. He was best friends with my dad and was with him when he died. It took us a while once we reunited to get accustom to each other but I couldn't be happier being part of his life. That night of the dinner, he was beyond nervous. He really wanted you to like him and his family."

I smiled at Bradley's encouraging words as he spoke so highly of Pete. It made me laugh to hear that he was nervous about the dinner. I was glad to know we were in the same boat.

"It's a lot to process." I admitted, setting down my plate on the table and after I was done eating. I shuffled around to tuck my knees underneath me while facing him. I propped up my head with my elbow and smiled.

"I can imagine. I just hope you'll give him a chance." Bradley smiled at me before returning his attention to the beach in front of us. "Maybe after that you'll give me a chance to make it up to you."

I laid my head back on the bench and smiled. "Who knows? Maybe I will." This was a horrible time to try and figure out my feelings on my father. We were selected to go into a deadly mission and have to train every day until then. The focus and stress of that alone could be overwhelming. Now I was expected to create a relationship with my father who I thought was dead, and who is also my teacher for this mission? Life had a funny way of turning itself upside down to surprise me.

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Bradley and I arrived together to Top Gun, about an hour before Pete had requested us to be there. I wanted to get a quick shower in before I changed into my clothes for the day. I was on my way to the bathroom when I was stopped by Phoenix in the hallway. She had on a pair of athletic shorts and a plain white T-shirt.

"Hey Wolf!" She chirped eagerly to me. "Hey Phoenix, what's up?" I reciprocated her greeting, stopping in the hallway to talk to her.

"Headed to the beach. Mav sent out a text saying to dress in comfortable clothes and meet him down there. Did you not get it?"

I pulled out my phone and turned it on, no messages. "Nope. I guess not."

"Weird. I'll make sure Mav gets your number so he can contact you." Phoenix offered. I smiled gently, almost passively at the mention of giving him my number. I thought it was weird, but he would have gotten it eventually, right?

Phoenix waited for me as I showered and changed. I put on a pair of comfortable running shorts and a loose tank top with a well fitting sports bra on underneath. I decided against tennis shoes considering we would be on the beach. I slipped on some sandals - that definitely clashed with the outfit - and headed out the door with Phoenix.

We made our way down to the beach where it appeared we were the last to arrive. Most of the boys were already there, shirts off and enjoying the warm sunshine. I noticed a volleyball net set up off to the right of the group. I felt my heartbeat quicken with excitement. We're we about to play sand volleyball? "Nice of you two to show up!" Hangman's voice taunted above all others. The smirk he had plastered on his face caused me to roll my eyes.

"Can it, bagman." Phoenix snapped.

Before anybody could retaliate, Maverick got our attention with an announcement. "Good evening Aviators. Welcome to your team building exercise."

I groaned a little, knowing that this was entirely my fault. "Due to recent events it has become clear to me that we need to connect a little more as a team. Because out there, a pilot needs to trust his wingman in order to succeed. Or her, wingman. Or wing woman!"

"We get it Mav, let's move on." Bradley used his hands in an encouraging manner. The group chuckled as Maverick got flustered.

"Today we will be playing - my personal favorite game - sand volleyball. I'll place you in random teams of two and you must work together to win."

My face turned up disappointed, I knew exactly who I was going to be paired up with first, and I was dreading it. "First we will have Fanboy and Coyote," The two looked at each other and shrugged, celebrating in a high five. "Going up against Wolf and Hangman."

I looked at Maverick with a clearly pissed off look. He pulled his sunglasses down, winking at me with a mischievous smile. Hangman was at my side, clapping me on the shoulder. "Well this should be fun!"

Fanboy and coyote won the Rock Paper Scissors so they would go first. They took the ball, waiting for us to be ready.

"I think you should be in the front." I suggested to hangman as we both stood towards the back of the court.

"I've got a bigger arm span than you, I can cover more ground." He argued with me.

"You're also taller, it's easier for you to block the net."

"Who's supposed to set the ball for me then?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed in frustration. "Why is this so difficult." I mumbled.

I felt sand shift at my ankles. I opened my eyes and watched the white volleyball roll across the sand towards us. I looked up and saw the other boys with the biggest grins on their face. "Point, Us." Fanboy called out tauntingly.

Hangman and I had very few things in common. But one thing we did, was a competitive nature. I could tell that them scoring the first point itched at his skin. "I remember you saying you played volleyball." He commented to me.

"I did. For 6 years."

"Perfect. I'll set the ball to you."

I smirked a little to myself at the easy win.

The rest of the game, hangman and I worked together surprisingly well. We're both headstrong, stubborn, and confident. Finding that happy medium for us working together was difficult but we managed to succeed. Every serving set we rotated positions, we called our ball, and even tried to call out passes when we were able to prepare the other for their next move. In the end, we won 25-20. I slammed the winning spike and then threw my hands up in celebration. Hangman also celebrated by picking me up and spinning me around. We both yelled out in victory.

Maverick commented on our teamwork and how we managed to go from wanting to kill each other to working like a well oiled machine. It fueled our egos a little bit to be made the example for the others to follow. Deep down I knew it was only a matter of time before we pissed each other off again.

I played two more round after that game. Once with Bob, (who was surprisingly decent at volleyball) and once with coyote. I was a little disappointed that I hadn't gotten to play with Bradley. Although I found it odd how distant he had been to me ever since we arrived back at the school.

Our exercise had ended, and now some of the boys were wanting to play a game. Maverick was even eager to get in and play. I stood by my stuff, checking my phone and getting a quick drink before heading back over.

"Hey y/n! Take a picture of us looking cool before we get back out there." Hangman's voice sang out to me. I looked over and saw Payback on his left and Bradley on his right. I chuckled gently, switching to my camera and taking a few pictures.

I smiled as I swiped through them. "Oh I'm definitely posting that one." I chuckled, landing on a photo of Hangman looking like a total tool. He agreed, saying he didn't care as long as I tagged him so the ladies could find him. I went to ask Bradley if it was okay, but he was already gone, talking to Maverick on the sand court. I frowned gently, but shrugged whatever I was feeling away and posted the photo before heading back into the court.

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sukunastoy · 3 years ago

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I saw you post the picrew with College AU Sukuna and now I can’t stop thinking about him! I’d love to hear your headcanons about him! Or see a College AU fic with him 😍💗

OKAY I GOT IT FINISHED!! College AU Sukuna request from @yuujispinkhair

Of course he's going to be a jealous, asshole jock. Word Count: 1K+

First time ever writing a Headcanon so, I did my best. 😂 Hope you enjoy! ❤ CW: Language/implied NSFW, otherwise SFW.

Rest below the cut.

-Being childhood neighbors, you were familiar with Sukuna. You both used to play together as kids until middle school, where he just started to ignore you.

-Sukuna was cocky and arrogant all through middle school and into Highschool, and those who advanced through the years with him knew it very well, including you.

-It really sucked because you had developed a crush on him, having been so close together as kids, but now he was becoming kind of a dick head...

-He came from a wealthy family who gave him pretty much whatever he wanted so the word "no" was not something he ever dealt with, especially from girls he asked out, as they were always eager for the opportunity.

-Going into college was only to entertain the demand for attention and popularity as he never really cared about schooling otherwise, not even being that good at it to be honest. You couldn't even remember the amount of times he begged you to do his homework or help with some project he waited til last minute to complete.

-The only reason he successfully even got in was because he was good at sports and was given scholarships. Meanwhile you had to study your ass off and spend hours a day trying to get the best grades possible on every exam and homework assignment.

-No surprise that it was quite a shock to see him waltzing through campus like he earned his way in through hard work.

-So the first time he sought you out for homework in a couple of your shared classes, you denied cause, why should you?

-"Aw come on, I thought we were friends! You used to help me all the time!" "Um, well that's before you became a jock and ignored me for no reason." You'd shrug at him and walk away.

-Of course for one project the two of you got paired, and you grumbled inwardly, knowing you'd get stuck doing everything. And sure enough...

-A couple nights before the project was due, he hadn't done anything on it, and you sought him out at a frat party, where he was just having the time of his life.

-Not even caring, you called him out in the middle of it and embarrassed him by degrading him, and saying he was a horrible "friend" before leaving.

-He didn't care and laughed it off while continuing to party cause, he was popular, why should he care what you said?

-Staying in a private dorm rather than a sorority, you were slightly peeved when there was a knock at your door in the middle of the night.

-Assuming it was nothing, you ignored it til the knocking persisted and you finally answered, already knowing who it probably was.

-As you suspected, Sukuna was at your dorm door at 1 am, with his book back and stuff in his arms for the project. "Well that was fucking rude earlier." He scoffed while brushing past you into your dorm.

-Obviously he doesn't care about any protest, the guy doesn't understand "no." And he just drops all his stuff in the middle of the room and plops down to the floor. "Alright let's finish this dumb thing."

-"Already did, dick head. You think all of it could have been done in a night or two? Ugh you really are a spoiled, unattached to reality, idiot." Not that telling him any of this would mean anything to him.

-"Oh..cool then. Wanna fuck?" There's not much sense in his jock brain, and he was beyond dense. Homework all done? Already partied? Time to get laid then, right?? "Rather not have sex with an idiot." you rolled your eyes, trying to send him out of your dorm.

-Of course he protested, saying that he was super hot so it should mean something, plus he was good at sports, why couldn't you think that was admirable?

-Leaving him dumbfounded out in the hall with his stuff in hand, his mind was almost collapsing on itself. No one said 'no'.

-He'd definitely taunt you every chance he had since then. Saying things to embarrass you or annoy you because you ignored him. He is SUCH an attention seeker, and not having the admiration of every one was something he couldn't handle.

-He'd work out more, go harder in sports, hell, even started on a paired project BEFORE you. Was he really so butthurt that you turned him down he was trying to impress you now?

-Absolutely he was. Like a buck in the wild trying to impress a doe, he was doing his best to strut his stuff. Alas, you remained uninterested. Let him suffer a bit.

-One day, he really lost it when witnessing you out with another guy. It just about drove him crazy, as you laughed and looked so entertained. How was this guy better??

-Your guy friend suggested to go "on a date" with you, JUST to irritate Sukuna since he was being a jerk. It was a petty idea. You loved it.

-Naturally, Sukuna pretended he didn't notice, but he was so obviously jealous it was kind of adorable. He always happened to be where you and your "date" were, what a coincidence, and he always just invited himself into whatever you and your friend were doing.

-To add some angst, your "boyfriend" breaks up with you in a campus café when you were both certain Sukuna was lurking nearby.

-Both playing your roles properly, you remained "crying" at the table, and look who just so happened to be nearby.

-"What're crying for brat?" he asked in a non caring tone while sitting himself at the table casually as if he was openly invited to do so.

-Pretending you were so upset and heartbroken, he was feeling awkward and all he could think to do was pat your shoulder a little roughly like you were a teammate.

-"So...you're like...single now then?" He blatantly asked, not being one to understand proper emotional boundaries.

-Rolling your eyes you nodded. "Yes, idiot...I am."

-"Oh...cool then. So, NOW do you wanna fuck?" You crossed your arms and gave him a dull look at his words and he sighed irritatingly. "Okay, okay fine....but, what if I say we'll cuddle afterwards?"

-Needless to say, he was amazing at giving cuddles...

Hope you liked it!! ヾ(•ω•`)o

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just-some-random-blogger · 4 years ago

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Bootylicious

Stray Kids Bang Chan x Idol!Reader Summary: You're known as the gym rat in your group, and quite frankly, you only have two moods: shredding or chilling. This was why when you're not asleep in between schedules, you're spotted with a male idol you happened to meet in the gym you were at that day. It's a known fact though, that you and Bang Chan are gym buddies and each other's spotter. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: Internet toxicity, sasaengs, vulgar language, sexism, misogyny, pining, fluff, mentions of Pentagon because why not <3, etc.

A/N: Girl, i shouldn't do this but I did. It's so funny to me someone requested this cause I have recently become an exercise junkie lol. Also, if you can't tell, there is a pov shift after the cut so yeah. I also wanted to keep the reader gender neutral but I want to write about how psychotically different people treat male and female idols because that stuff aint it. It's most definitely not what anon was expecting me to write but I hope they enjoy it nonetheless.

There's compilation in YT with growing parts centered around you flexing your physical fitness and prowess. It ranges from you affectionally touring your fans, which really meant the cameraman, through the gym, introducing your trainer, and doing your routine on camera, to your group (and others) both fawning and bragging about how strong and how hot you are.

CLIP #1: A scene from an interview of your group in Japan, struggling to talk about how you can do 40 straight push ups.

There was a male interviewer in a suit you could all faintly recognize was talking about your recent Instagram post of a gym mirror selfie.

One of your youngest members smirked and in broken Japanese, cutely said, "Wah, she does 100 push ups! Everyday, every night."

You snap your head to the maknae and raise your brows, "nani?" You begin to shake your hands in protest and begin to explain your truth, "absolutely not 100. Maybe around 40, but nooooo, not 100."

The interviewer and your group comically react in awe. The man in the suit urges, "can you show us?"

You give a face, "Excuse me, but I'm not getting paid to do that in this miniskirt."

Everyone, including the film crew, break into laughter.

CLIP #2: A scene from a variety show where you had to prove you were, in fact, yourself, by doing a shortened version of your exercise routine.

One of the hosts of the show asks, "Wait, do you honestly do all of this in your workout? Like you can do all of it?"

The list of your exercises were written on a colourful cardboard, held by the one who just spoke. It was a range of exercises in 10 sets, from jumping jacks to sit ups, to vague sounding exercises like crab pinches and robot arms.

You purse your lips at the last question asked of you, not really liking the tone in which it was asked. You answer quickly and nod proudly, "I actually do more, cause when I get in the zone and I'm already really sweaty, I feel like I should keep going until my whole body burns." You chuckle.

The older hosts, tilt their head and mutter lowly under their breath something along the lines of, "I'd rather die."

You finally do the routine, quickly, continuously, earning impressed reactions from everyone.

"That's hot," one of the hosts note.

"Ya, for some reason it looks easy to do."

The hosts begin to clamour at that statement, and force whoever said to do the exact thing you did. Clearly, they don't work out as much as you do and cannot even get halfway through it without stopping.

You break out into a breathless laugh in amusement of the comical attempt but then protest, explaining how bad it is to force yourself to do more than you can

CLIP #3: Pentagon, Hongseok especially, fawns over how fit you are

Trailing a conversation about how your group is close with Pentagon because your companies are situated closely to each other and you wind up eating together a lot, there is an anecdote about how there was a jar no one could open, no one but you, that is.

The interviewer asks no one in particular, "wah, none of you could open the jar? Really? Or did you all just pretend so she could open it?"

There is a chorus of answers concluding with, "no really, she was the only one that was able to open it."

The story is backed up by how the jar had a really small lid and some hands were too big. Then came an explanation how you were recently into the new rock climbing machine in your gym.

Hongseok speaks up, "I was invited to go to rock climbing in, like, an actual rock climbing place and I was honestly so surprised when she began to climb. She said she never actually tried rock climbing on a wall, but it seemed like she had been doing it for years."

Shinwon agrees, "Right, right. I was also really curious about what they did that day," he points to Hongseok, "that I joined them one time. I never felt so out of shape in my life. I just stayed back and filmed everything."

Pentagon laughs, and then agrees that you were exceptionally fast and just super fit in all honesty.

The interviewer catches Hongseok's expression then suddenly asks, "do you like a woman like that?"

"Yeah, I like my women strong."

Then came a lot of teasing remarks from Pentagon, and a plethora of complaints from delusional fans who did not want Hongseok to ever breathe in your direction again.

With all that's been said about that, in all the parts of this series floating around in the internet, one thing remained, there was a slightly larger population of impressed fans than the still large portion of antifans who wanted nothing to do with it and only came around to hate.

It's hard not to think about it, but even the slightest back handed compliment can sometimes linger in one's mind.

And right now, as much as I kept my mind on my counting as I finished my set high knees, I couldn't help but think of how much backlash I got from posting a post workout photo with my midriff exposed.

Apparently that was not only enough to merit hate for being both a whore and an attention whore, but people baselessly began to hate on my groupmates simply for being associated with me.

It's kind of sad really, how, say Wonho, can post a fairly exposed photo of himself and get so much praise for it, and yet I couldn't even do anything remotely close to that.

And I don't even mean to come at Wonho, we all know he's a beast at the gym and should be able to show as much of his hard work as he is comfortable in showing, but why can't I?

"Hey trooper. I thought you said you were only doing 80 counts?" a voice cracks me out of my train of thought.

I turn to whom spoke and chuckle at myself as I stop my leg raises, "ah yeah, I got lost in thought, and your really good song."

I pull on my earphones and give a lopside smile, "I love working out to God's Menu."

He gives a soft, "he he, thanks."

"No need for a thank you when I'm only giving my honest opinion, Chan."

"Yeah, well still, it makes my kokoro go doki-doki," he sniggers, crossing his arms and flashing a dimpled smile. I raise my upper lip and reel back, "EWWW!"

I playfully shove him. He acts hurt, "this is violence against children."

"Chan, you're literally older than me."

"That doesn't mean I'm not a child at heart."

"You mean, it doesn't mean you're not a drama queen."

"Hey, I have no interest in having a throne, my only interest is," he leans in and whispers, "you."

I feel my soul leave my body as he snorts to himself and runs away. I regurgitate in surprise, "YA!"

"You better do your next set properly," Chan says heading off to a cable row machine, "I'm always watching."

I try to ignore the blood rushing up your neck, "creep."

He shrugs, "rather that or have you get injured, sweet heart."

Yeah, Chan has saved me from a lot of injuries I could have had. It was a bad habit. It stemmed from the same thing that made me mess up my count a while ago, my overthinking.

Sometimes I thought of rather harmless things, but sometimes I began to fixate on the hate I received for simply being. I do a lot to get my mind to realize that they hated me simply because they could and because it was easy. Exercising helped tremendously, especially when I had someone fun to work out with, especially when I was with Chan. He just... made me feel safe, y'know.

But when the news of us being work out buddies surfaced, a lot of sasaengs came for me. Of course, a lot of Stays and my own fans were really kind about, speaking out that we were our own people and exercising together did not mean anything in particular really.

But some really went for it, and made it a hobby to comment on everything I was in that I was a slut for 'working out' with different men every day."

I let out a breath as I finish my routine. I catch my breath and go for a swig of my water. I take a moment then sit down by the mirror, which was near where Chan was currently working out.

"You're doing it again."

I turn from where I was blankly staring at turn to Chan who gave me a soft look, "you good?"

I release a sigh then purse my lips, "maybe."

He pouts, "what happened?"

I shrug and stand from where I sat, "you know, the usual."

Chan then comes up to me and takes my water bottle from me, "you know, no matter how much people say you don't need water to live, you can never change the fact that you are extremely dependent on water to live."

I look at him and half- heartedly point, "are you calling me thirsty?"

He begrudgingly groans and releases a chuckle. He calls my name out in a scolding tone. I feel myself relax, "I know what you're getting at Chan."

He nods, "good. I'll always be here to remind you of that."

I smile and feel an urge to hug him, "if you weren't so sweaty, I would totally hug you right now."

Chan then gives me a look then does not hesitate to crush me into his arms. I groan and whine in protest. He chuckles, "you literally just said you wanted a hug!"

"YOU'RE LITERALLY SO SWEATY. NO ONE WANTS THIS TORTURE."

Chan huffs and gives a wounded look, "hmp. You better spot me while I lift or else I'm unfriending you."

"Hmm... I think I'll be good without you as a friend."

I half expect Chan to whine about it, but he instead smirks, "ahhhh, you must want me to be your boyfriends so badly huh."

I- I mean...

CLIP #4: A crack edit of Chan when he gets asked about his gym relationship with me in Chan's Room.

He was looking through the questions and suddenly chuckles, his ears noticeably began to redden. Cue a zoom in of his face and his red ears. Cue a clip of Cardi B saying, "that's suspicious."

He says my name then continues, "am I close with her? Yeah. I would say I'm close with her-- and her whole group actually."

Captioned: Nice save, Chris.

"The kids and I are close with her group," he says, clearing his throat.

A clip of him clearing his throat is repeated about ten times.

Chan adjust the beanie he was wearing as he thinks of what he was going to say next, "we actually do work out together a lot because she's under a trainer that works with my trainer."

Captioned: Sure, Chan. That's the only reason, right?

Chan catches another question, "Is she a beast in the gym like Hongseok says?" He breaks into a laugh. He then rubs his cheek and grits his teeth.

A clip of someone saying, "Oh he's jealous," flashes on screen.

"Yeah," Chan finally says, "she's got a really high stamina."

Cue the clip, WHAT DID HE SAY?

Chan continues, "she can go between exercises without stopping. she doesn't even take that much time to catch her breath. In fact, she sings while exercising sometimes, which helps make her vocals stable."

Captioned: Queen Tingz.

The next thing that happens is Chan breaks into a laugh and begins to chuckle. He says, "Sorry I saw a funny comment."

Captioned: WHAT HE MEANS IS HE SAW A COMMENT SAYING 'SHUT UP CHRIS, YOU'RE WHIPPED."

Then came these comments:

LITERALLY LOOK AT HOW FLUFFY BANG CHAN GETS WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT HER DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME MY SHIP IS ALIVE

They are dating period. prove me wrong. you cant

Chan literally blushes over anything, buT HE TURNED INTO A TOMATO WHEN HE TALKED ABOUT HER BYE

if you hate on your faves loving each other, you most definitely need Jesus (:

PLEASE CAN YOU SEE HOW WHIPPED THEY ARE FOR EACH OTHER

Yeah... it's not been confirmed to this day.

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writing-by-gayrainbowbridge · 3 years ago

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Keep Fighting

Inspiration From This Lovely Prompt By murdermuffinkink:

Loki and Tony are in abusive relationships with each of their partners. Loki had long since given up on getting out of his own but when he sees Tony still struggling and fighting against Steve, he decides that if he can't get out of his own abusive relationship with Thor, he can at least help Tony get out of his.

⚠️Warnings: Abusive Relationship(s), Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Omega Verse, Self Harm, Suicide Attempt, Etc.⚠️

Enjoy 💚❤

Loki had given up nearly two hundred years ago in getting away from Thor. He tried many times but Thor had a tight hold on his leash, never letting Loki get far.

So, after what felt like a thousand years of fighting his relationship with Thor, he finally gave up and gave in, simply letting it happen. At least it was less painful when he was pliant and obedient.

When he had fallen from the Bifrost, he had thought for a minute, maybe he could finally be free. Free of Thor and all the hurt he'd caused. But it was never so easy for him.

Thor managed to get his hands back on Loki after he lost during the attack on New York. Thor was determined to never let Loki slip away again, using Loki's 'evil villain' status as an excuse to restrict Loki's magic to the point that it was barely there anymore.

Loki didn't tell anyone of how he was tortured for months and forced to attack Midgard. Who would believe him?

For a minute, Loki had been glad he lost. It was always the plan to lose, to be captured by the Avengers and taken back to Asgard and thrown in a cell. At least then, Thor wouldn't be able to touch him again.

But Thor never ended up taking him back to Asgard. He had instead asked Steve Rogers, the leader of the Avengers group if Loki could stay on Midgard.

Thor had played all teary eyed, telling the Avengers how he knew Loki was good inside, how he just needed some time to remember who he was. Not that Loki could forget. He remembered who he was before Thor had taken his whole world and freedom away from him. There had never been a choice for him.

Steve had agreed to let Loki stay, apparently moved by Thor caring so much for the wayward villain, so long as it was at the Tower where the Avengers could keep an eye on him.

They figured out soon enough why that was, how Thor cared for Loki as a lover. It sickened Loki that the Avengers didn't have a problem with it, that it was completely fine.

Sometimes, Loki had dark thoughts. Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he simply ended it all. Would anyone notice? Would anyone care? He was sure Thor would but that wasn't because he cared. He would only be upset that he lost his favourite toy.

The only reason Loki hadn't tried was because one, it was ridiculously hard to kill himself, not because he wasn't able to go through with it but because he was a god. God's were terribly hard to kill. Loki would know. He'd tried to kill Thor hundreds of times before. Never mind how many times he'd tried to kill himself.

And two was because of a certain mortal genius.

Loki wasn't sure at first what it was about Tony Stark that drew him. Sure, Tony was rather handsome and very intelligent for a mortal but there was something else about him that Loki...related to. The nearly defeated look in his eyes that were always cast towards the floor.

It wasn't until Loki saw Tony with Steve that he understood what it was that drew him.

It was early in the morning, Loki always getting up before Thor, (because if he didn't, he would end up under Thor for the rest of the morning) sitting at the kitchen table. Loki didn't speak to the other Avengers much, opting to pretend he was too tired to talk so he didn't have to converse with anyone. Nor, he thought, did any of them want to.

Steve was making everyone breakfast like he did every morning, Natasha and Clint talking to one another. Bruce wasn't yet awake and Tony was a wild card. He could still be asleep or he could have been holed up in his lab, getting no sleep the entire night.

Apparently the latter as Tony arrived a little while later as Steve was serving up breakfast, Tony looking bleary eyed as he made a beeline for the coffee machine.

Steve turned his head, watching with a frown as Tony poured himself a mug. "You didn't come to bed last night."

"I got busy," Tony said with a slight shrug, giving Steve a gentle smile. "Did you miss me, Captain?"

Steve frowned disapprovingly. "I'm being serious, Tony. I told you not to be in the lab all the time."

Tony sighed as he filled a mug. "I've been getting plenty of sleep, alright? Relax, Stevie, I'm fine."

"Tony," Steve said, his tone taking on a slightly warning edge, stepping closer to the genius.

Loki was the only one who saw Tony flinch, eyes flicking down to the floor. "I'll try not to go in the lab so much, okay?"

"Good," Steve said with a nod, a smile suddenly on his face at Tony's agreement. "Want some breakfast?"

Loki glanced at Tony who wasn't smiling, eyes down at his drink as he nodded his head. Tony looked up at the others, almost like he was checking to see if anyone had noticed and frowned when he saw Loki watching him.

But Loki didn't look away and neither did Tony. Not until strong arms suddenly wrapped around Loki from behind and a voice spoke in his ear. "There you are, Loki."

Loki didn't greet Thor back, instead tearing his gaze from Tony's as he looked pointedly back at his plate of untouched food.

After that, Loki continued to watch how Tony acted around Steve. He was always defiant at first, always arguing with whatever Steve told him but as soon as Steve made one threatening movement, so subtle that nobody but Loki noticed, Tony would immediately shut up and agree with whatever Steve had said.

There was a difference between him and Tony though. Tony was clearly still fighting back whereas Loki had already given up.

It was...refreshing though it hurt, reminding Loki of a time he used to fight back too. He didn't want to see Tony suffer how he did but he didn't know how he was meant to help without alerting Thor or even Steve to what he was doing.

But Loki would try to help Tony fight.

Because if he couldn't save himself, he could at least try and save Tony.

...

Tony wished he could get away from Steve sometimes. That he could simply leave.

But he couldn't. Nobody would listen to an Omega complain about how their Alpha abused them. Abused Omega's were always ignored, told that they were overreacting, that they were too soft and couldn't handle a little pressure.

Of course, he could always just kick Steve out of the Tower, make him leave. But that could cause more problems than Tony wanted to deal with. Fury would have his hide if he pulled something like that. As much as Tony didn't want to admit it, the world needed Captain America.

So Tony gritted his teeth and pushed through it. Besides, it wasn't so bad. Steve could get angry and a little too rough sometimes but it wasn't anything that Tony couldn't deal with.

And it had been fine until he realized he wasn't the only one who was being forced into a relationship he didn't want.

Jarvis had brought it to his attention, how Loki didn't eat much, barely got enough sleep and was constantly injured in some way.

Tony, despite being a genius, had been a little slow on trying to figure out how and why Loki was getting so hurt when all he did was lounge around the Tower.

But then he thought of Thor, how the god was always hovering over Loki. At least, Tony had assumed it was because he didn't want Loki getting up to no good. But it had been months since the attack and Loki hadn't tried to do a single evil thing in all that time.

It made Tony wonder if Loki was really that evil to begin with. For a guy apparently hellbent on ruling Earth, he had given up pretty damn easy, barely putting up a fight when Thor cuffed him. Almost like he had wanted to lose.

But that hadn't been the point. The point had been Loki getting hurt and as much as Loki was a villain, Tony didn't like people getting hurt under his roof.

It didn't take much snooping for Tony to figure out how Loki was getting himself hurt. Or more, who was getting Loki hurt.

Tony hated it but he knew there was nothing he could really do. He had gone up against Thor before with his suit and if Steve hadn't stepped in, he wasn't sure what would have happened.

Besides, it wasn't like Tony was in a better position. Steve would be furious if he found out Tony was taking a villains side or say he was being influenced somehow.

Still, Tony wished he could punch Thor and make it hurt.

But what was one little Omega going to do against a literal god? How could he help Loki when he could barely help himself?

...

"What were you thinking, Tony?!"

"I just—"

"That's right! You weren't thinking, were you?"

Loki watched along with the other Avengers as Tony was shouted at by Steve, doing nothing to stop it. Apparently the mission had gone sideways and Tony had nearly gotten himself extremely hurt, throwing himself into the line of fire to protect one of the others.

Loki wasn't sure why Steve was so upset. They were superheroes, weren't they? It was their job to protect and if they got hurt, that was a part of the risk.

Of course, Loki hadn't been there to see it for himself. He wasn't trusted to go on missions with the Avengers (nor did he want to) so he had to stay at the Tower with Thor watching him. Only, Thor did a lot more than simply watch him. His hips were already bruising from the blond's harsh grip.

Tony was staring at the floor now, not even trying to defend himself as Steve lectured on and on. Nobody said anything until Steve finally finished, taking a breather.

"Come on, Tony," Steve said finally, grabbing Tony's wrists in a too tight grip and dragged him to the elevator before anyone, even Tony, could get a word out.

Loki watched them go, fingers twitching in his lap, itching to race after the pair and yank Tony away from Steve but he couldn't. Without his magic, he was useless to help. All it would do was make Steve angrier and Thor would be even less impressed.

Loki saw Tony later in the day. Loki was on the couch, reading a book. Thor was thankfully down in the gym training and had ordered Loki to stay in their room.

Of course, Loki hadn't listened. Just because he had given up on getting away from Thor, it didn't mean he listened to everything the Thunder god demanded of him.

So when Tony walked into the kitchen for coffee, Loki watched the slight limp the mortal sported with narrowed green eyes.

As if knowing he was being watched, Tony turned his head, looking surprised to see Loki sitting on the couch. "Oh, hi Lokes. I didn't think anyone would be out here."

Loki raised an eyebrow, glancing at Tony's wrists and noted the bruises ringing around each one, just barely hidden beneath his long sleeved shirt. "You sound disappointed."

"No, I'm not, I just..." Tony sighed. "Never mind."

Loki frowned slightly, sitting up a little straighter. "Steve has been...treating you right lately?"

Tony stared at him, eyes going a little wide. "Excuse you."

Loki looked pointedly at Tony's wrists making the genius glance down at them and pale, quickly tugging the sleeves down.

Loki sighed, shaking his head. "Why do you put up with it? You could leave him."

Tony looked up at him, still looking rather pale though almost angry but it didn't seem to be directed at Loki. "Like you with Thor?"

Loki gave Tony a surprised look. He didn't think anyone had realized what Thor did to him.

"Jarvis," Tony said simply in explanation.

Loki pressed his lips into a thin line. "That's different."

"How exactly?" Tony asked, setting his mug on the kitchen bench as he walked over to Loki.

Loki glared at him for a moment but he wasn't angry. Just...upset. He thought Tony would understand.

But then, Tony hadn't given up like he had.

"You wouldn't understand," Loki whispered. "Nor do I want you to."

Tony's expression became a little sad, almost as if he did understand. Loki couldn't look at him as Tony sat beside him, gently leaning into the god who after a long minute, did the same.

Maybe Loki couldn't help Tony as much as he hoped but he could still do small things like this to show Tony he wasn't alone.

Or maybe Loki simply liked feeling that he wasn't alone himself.

...

Tony felt like he was minutes away from breaking down, constantly on the verge of tears as he did what he needed to throughout the day.

Steve had done something unforgivable last night. Tony could barely look at him the whole day though Steve had kept his distance. He didn't know why he was so surprised since Steve seemed to have no problem hitting him and yelling at him but this...

Tony had said no, had told him to stop and Steve...Steve just...

Steve raped him.

Oh god's, he was going to be sick—

"Anthony?"

Tony forced his slightly watery eyes up to meet those green ones he knew belonged to Loki. "O-oh. Hey, Lokes."

Loki frowned deeply, taking in Tony's tearful brown eyes. "What happened?"

Tony swallowed repeatedly, trying and failing to form words. How could he even begin to explain?

But Loki...Loki would understand. Loki knew what it was like...to be...to be...

A sob burst past Tony's lips before he could stop it and in one second and the next, he was gathered up in Loki's arms, held tight against the god's chest as Tony trembled, tears falling down his cheeks.

Loki didn't ask, didn't force Tony to talk. He didn't need to. Tony was sure Loki already figured it out on his own.

Loki didn't let him go though.

...

After that, Loki and Tony looked out for each other.

Whenever Loki came from the room he shared with Thor, bruises all over his aching body, Tony was there, offering to watch a movie together or hang out with him in the safety of his lab. It was either a distraction from the pain or a way to get away from Thor without him realizing it.

And when Tony came back after an argument with Steve or walked into the kitchen looking so pale that Loki barely had to guess what had happened, Loki would be there to pull the genius into his arms and hold him tight, letting him break down in his arms.

They both hid the abuse they endured from the others, either afraid of being judged as weak and pathetic or worried the others would think they deserved it and contribute to the abuse.

But they didn't mind so much because they had one another to keep each other from falling into their dark thoughts.

It took a while for both of them to realize that despite their situation, despite being in a relationship (even if it wasn't one they wanted) and despite both being Omega's, they wanted each other.

Tony realized first, Loki still being in denial, not because he didn't want Tony, much the opposite, but because he knew it would lead nowhere. If Thor found out he had feelings for someone else, Tony would be in danger of Thor. Loki couldn't do that to him.

It still didn't stop Loki from one day kissing Tony in the privacy of his lab, wishing things were different.

...

Loki knew he was going to get into trouble. If Thor caught him...

But it didn't matter. He didn't care anymore. He'd stopped caring about his own pain a long time ago.

Especially since the dagger was slowly bloodying his wrists. No, he wasn't trying to kill himself. There was no point. This wouldn't be enough to kill himself. Blood loss was nothing for a god.

But it was enough to cut through the magic restraints on his wrists.

Why would Loki risk Thor's wrath if he caught Loki doing this?

Because he had passed by Tony's room earlier in the day, had heard him scream and something in Loki ripped apart at the sound, making him throw all caution to the wind.

So he had gone through Thor's things, finding the enchanted daggers that Thor had taken from Loki and used them to cut the restraints off, ignoring whenever it cut into his skin. The pain was nothing to knowing that Tony was in danger from his Alpha.

As soon as he was free of the bands, he teleported from his room to Tony's, not caring for what he might find, only caring about protecting Tony, keeping Tony safe.

But surprisingly, he didn't find Steve there, towering over Tony. Though Tony was clearly not okay.

"Anthony," Loki whispered, kneeling down in front of the figure shaking at the foot of the bed on the floor. "Anthony, Darling, look at me."

Tony wouldn't meet his eyes though, legs against his chest. Loki took comfort in the fact that Tony was clothed though it didn't mean much. If it had happened again, Tony simply could have redressed himself before Loki arrived.

But that wasn't the case. Loki knew because he soon saw the cuts on Tony's wrists and felt his stomach lurch uncomfortably. Tony had tried to kill himself.

"Oh, Anthony, no..." Loki whispered, grimacing at the blood on Tony's hands.

"He s-saw it," Tony stuttered out, shivering slightly. "He saw it and h-he got angry and grabbed m-my wrists and i-it opened back u-up and he h-hit me and...and..."

"Sh, sh. Hush, Anthony," Loki murmured, taking Tony's hands, ignoring the blood over them.

Tony sobbed, shaking his head, trying in vain to tug his hands back. "I can't do it anymore. I c-can't, please, Loki. I don't want him to t-touch me anymore."

Loki's heart broke, remember thinking the same thing two hundred years ago. "You don't have to do this anymore, I swear it."

Tears streaked Tony's face as he continued shaking his head, shivering and muttering under his breath. "There's n-nowhere we c-can g-go and I can't l-leave you h-here with h-him."

Loki had been wondering why Tony hadn't simply got up and left yet despite all of Steve's abuse. Now that he knew why, he both wanted to hug Tony and call him an idiot.

"You won't be leaving me here with him," Loki said, gently brushing his fingers over the cut and was relieved to see his magic working to heal the self inflicted wound. "In fact, you're coming with me, off of this realm entirely."

Tony stared with wide eyes at the newly healed skin, then up at Loki. "You have you're m-magic back? How? W-when?

"About five minutes ago," Loki stated plainly. "Do you want to leave with me, Anthony?"

Tony took a shaky breath, nodding his head. "P-please."

That was all Loki needed to tighten his grip on Tony's hand, pulling him into his waiting arms, pressing his lips to Tony's like he'd been yearning to do since the first time in the lab.

He remembered the words Tony had told him that day after their kiss, echoing in his head now.

'Keep fighting, Loki. Keep fighting because you're all that's stopping me from giving up. Keep fighting for me.'

And Loki had. He had but now...now they didn't have to fight anymore.

In one moment and the next, the pair vanished from the floor of Tony's room and reappeared somewhere far away where neither of them could ever be hurt by any Alpha ever again.

...

@murdermuffinloki I was going to add Bucky into this but then I'd end up writing a whole damn book and I have enough to write as it is but I just couldn't resist writing a oneshot for this, hsusyjwdj. Hope you enjoyed! :D

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isagisyoichi · 4 years ago

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PINKY STAR (RUN) :｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

SYNOPSIS: isagi as your boyfriend

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi yoichi my boyfriend of many several years

WARNINGS: swearing? i think idk i forget also yah pretend they all go to the same school and stuff. also horribly self indulgent if u couldn't already tell

A/N: if you remember my old one delete it from your memory it was literally so bad help anyways the re-up because my boyfriend deserves better. also i really like this one and i feel like it’s more in character for him :P lol i've had this in my drafts for like, ever <3 but also my last post for a while because i have ap exams and my sat soon :P

FOR: the anon that asked me where my original isagi bf hcs went :’)

after the initial awkwardness of being in a new relationship fades and you two become comfortable with each other, a relationship with isagi would be like dating your slightly awkward best friend who you make out with sometimes.

like, i don’t really see isagi being high maintenance, so i feel like a relationship with him would definitely be on the relaxed side, but still romantic, you know?

isagi’s inner monologue is so funny and he definitely lets his thoughts out to you. it makes you laugh to see your usually friendly-to-all boyfriend have his moments, too.

you guys are one of those couples that give each other a look when someone’s doing something weird in public #telepathicconnection <3

but, isagi’s really such a sweetie with you. i know user isagisyoichi may be slightly biased when they say this, but believe me when i say that isagi’s 100% boyfriend material.

walks you to class whenever he can. always either holding your hand as he listens attentively to you complaining about school.

writes down things he feels are important about you in a digital note entitled “y/n 💗,” so he can remember them in the future.

isagi's used to talking to all kinds of people, so even if you're not the most talkative, he can adjust with no problem.

and he’ll always entertain you about whatever stupid conversation you wanna have.

kinda basic with pet names. babe, baby, dork (he would, i don’t wanna hear it), are his usual rotation.

randomly compliments you/says these really romantic things out of nowhere because he can’t control himself and often blurts things out.

“yeah, of course, when we get married, i’ll-”

“when we get married?” you inquire as you cut isagi off. you two have never discussed marriage, just but the thought of isagi wanting to spend the rest of his life with you is enough to make your head spin.

isagi’s eyes go wide when he realizes what he’s said. damn his mouth that moves faster than his mind.

swallowing hard and taking a breath, isagi says, “y-yeah, when we get married,” further affirming his statement with a nod, albeit a bit of a nervous one.

now both of you guys are flustered LOL.

likes to sit his head in your lap and have you play with his hair, while you two talk or just sit in silence.

such a good listener, perfect person to rant about anything with. he’s very understanding, he’ll hold you if you need him to, wipe your tears if you’re crying, give you advice if you need it, just overall so sweet.

also always knows when you're sad because of his intuition. isagi encourages you to open up to him, but ultimately doesn’t force you, just lets you know that he’s always there for you <3

(that's kind of lie because isagi does pry a little LOL, but he means well)

takes care of you! nags you a little, tries his best to make sure you're not doing anything stupid, and if you are, that someone responsible (him) is watching you, looks after you when you’re sick, etc.

gives you his jacket when you’re cold (he’s been waiting to do that his whole life bro LMAOO), carries your things, always texts you good morning and good night, just overall sooo good to you.

but as soft as he is for you, isagi does have this tendency to get these random spouts of confidence, so sometimes he’ll say or do something really bold out of nowhere.

like, he’ll suddenly grab your waist and pull you closer to him, or he’ll kiss you out of the blue. the flustered expression that rests on your face for a change always makes him smirk *heart eyes*

in general, though, isagi's still kind of awkward sometimes regardless and does say or do things that make you go "???" and make him be like "why did i do that" LOL he's so cute though <333

he’s pretty basic with dates, usually opts for things like restaurants, walks in the parks, movie nights, or stuff like that, but they’re still really fun!

but, if you ever want to do something out of the norm, he wouldn't be opposed to it, either. but, you do have to tell him ‘cause he's not a mind reader lol.

(okay but, one time, isagi tried to watch a scary movie with you because he wanted to do that thing where he wraps his arm around you during the scary parts, but HE ended up being scared instead 😭)

isagi’s the type to put your name with a heart emoji or the date you guys started dating in his instagram bio LOL

y/n 💓 IHS Forward #10 ⚽️ *insert some soccer quote about grinding*

it’s a bit middle school, but you let it slide because you know he just wants to show you off <3

study sessions are normal between you two but, you guys always get bored or distracted halfway through and start watching youtube or something LOL.

it’s canon he’s a thigh man lol, so if he ever sees you wearing an oversized shirt, especially one of his, with shorts, isagi will literally short circuit in real life.

he keeps his hand on your thigh when you guys cuddle that day, tracing patterns on your skin, or just squeezing it every now and then.

in general, though, isagi likes poking at and playing with them whenever they're out <3

once, isagi wanted you to do that trend on tiktok where he sits between your thighs and stuff, but he had no idea how to bring it up LOL

so, isagi just watched tiktoks of it in front of you and hoped eventually you would get the hint 🙄

and you did, thanks to his incredible lack of subtly. he doesn’t even care when you giggle and tell him how bad he is at being slick, isagi got your thighs around him, he won!!!!!!

takes a picture (or two or three) to savor the moment.

(even though he could literally just ask you to do it again in the future, but whatever, i guess)

when you’re dating isagi, the team comes with him too LOL

they’re always snapchatting you pictures of isagi when they’re hanging out without you, with stupid captions like, “look how sad your boyfriend is without you 😞”

isagi’s not even sad in the picture, he’s just confused as to why they’re shoving a camera in his face 😭

isagi one hundred percent attempts to get you to run the mile with him during gym if you don’t already.

“babe, just try!” isagi pants, as he catches up to you and your friends, as you guys are still on your second lap.

admittedly, the effort is cute, but beloved, i hate to break it to you- i will not be doing anything of the sort.

he will sit down or walk around with you after you finish the mile, though. if he’s not already playing soccer lollll.

when he does choose to go with you, expect exclamations from the team about how isagi “abandoned us for his little relationship” 👎

isagi’s receiving love language is words of affirmation (also basically canon LOL) so, he really values the compliments you give him with his whole heart.

you could tell him how his hair looks nice in the morning, and isagi will think about it all day.

whether it be about how cute he is, or how talented of a player he is, isagi really is happiest when you praise him <3

speaking of soccer, isagi has this tendency to get lost in the moment and talk your head off about some soccer related tangent that probably makes no sense to you.

his eyes light up and his voice is just oozing with passion for what he does as he goes into detail about how he made this crazy goal at practice while you stare at him with the biggest heart eyes ever, adoring his dedication.

and of course when isagi realizes he was rambling, he apologizes profusely for “boring” you, like the gentleman he is.

but when you reassure him that he could never bore you and that you want nothing more than for him to go on, isagi begins to feels lightheaded due to his adoration for you <3

if you're the type to go all out when it supporting isagi at soccer- like make one of those corny signs, yell from the crowd, wear his spare jersey to games, isagi will physically have to withhold his heart from jumping out his chest.

he's a little embarrassed that you're doing all that for him, but the effort means soooo much to him.

and speaking of soccer, it would mean a lot to isagi if you not only supported him at games and stuff, but expressed an interest in learning more about soccer as a whole, too.

you know, learn a little more about the game on your own accord, ask him to teach you how to properly play, or even challenge him to a one on one, do stuff like that, and he’ll literally be head over heels for you. well, more than he already is.

(he always goes easy on you on your guys 1v1's and he thinks your efforts are adorable, no matter how much you may or may not suck)

he'd repay the effort and try to get interested in whatever your hobbies are!

also, you can get him to do almost anything if you pout and beg hard enough, you’re literally so hard to say no to in isagi’s eyes <3

isagi’s the type to not realize when other people are flirting with him LOL

he just thinks they’re being nice (unless they’re being straight up) and i don’t think he would really process it because he’s so focused on you romantically, if that makes sense.

once he realizes you’re jealous, isagi apologizes earnestly, reassuring you over and over again that you're everything he could ask for and that he would never intentionally try to hurt you and all that jazz.

although, i will admit, sometimes isagi’s kinda smug when you're jealous, especially when it’s over a dumb reason 👎

however, when he’s jealous i feel like it could go one of two ways-

on normal days, isagi would just stand there to “intimidate” the other person, maybe cough a little for emphasis until they go away lol.

but on days where he’s already mad/filled with adrenaline/or someone’s really not taking a hint and you’re visibly uncomfortable- oh boy, it’s like a switch flips in him.

has those same fiery eyes he has during the climax of a game. the energy he’s exuding is dead serious, and that alone is enough for the person bothering you to go away. not bad for a man that’s only 5’8 🥰

adding on, isagi doesn’t take any shit about you, ever. even if it’s from his friends. usually isagi’s very neutral and doesn’t actively try to start conflict, but there are some things he’ll always defend and you’re one of them.

isagi always listens/watches/reads/etc whatever you recommend him (on that note, please recommend him good anime because isagi’s out here willingly telling people his favorite anime is darling in the franxx), even if he doesn’t necessarily like it LOL

you could show isagi objectively, the worst song ever and he would be like “yeah, it was good babe!” (it was not)

also does the same thing when you bring him shopping with you, like he's absolutely NO HELP 😭

you could try on the ugliest sweater known to man and he’d like “you look nice 🙂” pls be honest isagi, you can say it’s hideous!!!!!!

but isagi’s also being somewhat truthful in his statement because he does genuinely think you look nice in everything <3

also loves when you wear his clothes- always feels a mixture between pride and slight shyness?

kinda lol idk but overall, isagi really is sooo happy you wanna show him off that much, especially when you're wearing something of his around his friends :')

he says “i love you” first, no doubt.

he’s a bit nervous when he does because he doesn’t know if you’ll reciprocate, but he really does love you and he feels like he physically can’t hold it in anymore.

“i promise you don’t have to say it back!” isagi reassures anxiously. “i know it’s a really big commitment, and if it’s too early for you right now-”

“i love you, too.”

#queued #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #isagi yoichi #isagi #isagi blue lock #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi headcanons #isagi fluff #isagi imagine

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darkverrmin · 3 years ago

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King and Lionheart, Part 2

A few months passed, and Geralt almost forgot about the whole thing. Until one evening, Jaskier burst into their rented room, radiating joy, with a letter in hand.

"Isabelle's getting married!"

***

Isabelle was one of Jaskier's younger sisters. They were really close, from what Geralt had heard from Jaskier's stories, practically best friends.

The wedding was fancy, but small, much to Geralt's liking. Close friends and family only.

Their father passed away about four years ago, so Jaskier was the one to walk Isabelle down the aisle.

Geralt couldn't suppress a grin when he saw them. The young bard looked ridiculously handsome in his dark-blue suit, and his sister, Isabelle, was one of the prettiest women Geralt had ever seen.

During his speech, Jaskier started absentmindedly unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, causing Geralt to chuckle. His bard always hated buttoning his shirts up till the top.

Even though he looked very nervous and excited, Jaskier didn't stumble on his words. Only Geralt noticed the light shake of his hands. He really wanted to hug him at that moment.

And he did, once the ceremony was over. Jaskier buried his face in Geralt's chest, his body trembling.

"Happy tears?"

"M-hmm".

***

"Thank you so much for coming!".

Geralt gave Isabelle a warm smile, bowing slightly. "It was my pleasure. Your husband looks like a good man."

Isabelle surprised him with a firm hug. Were all the members of the Panktraz family such eager huggers?

"Oh, and everything Jaskier told you about me is a great, big lie".

"I only told him the good things, you ungrateful toad!" Jaskier protested, returning with their drinks. He handed Geralt a goblet with red wine.

"Thanks".

"So," Isabelle tilted her head to the side, wearing a mischievous smile. "When is your wedding?"

Geralt almost choked on his wine. Thankfully, Jaskier was the one to reply.

"We haven't even finished celebrating your wedding, and you already want to attend another one?".

"I'm just saying. You're not getting any younger, love." She gave Geralt a meaningful look at the last sentence.

"Oh, fuck you. Stop scaring my man. I didn't scare Fredrick by talking to him about marrying you".

Isabelle laughed. "Yes, you did!".

"Gods sister, I pity you. When did you start imagining stuff?".

Isabelle giggled, landing a firm punch on Jaskier's shoulder. Geralt watched their conversation, clearly amused. "Alright, smartass. It's my wedding day, so less talking, more dancing".

Jaskier grinned, placing his goblet on the nearby table, and reaching for Isabelle's hand. "May I?"

The bard glanced at Geralt before walking away. "May I ask you for a dance after this?".

Geralt rolled his eyes, but nodded. He didn't remember himself dancing, ever. But dancing with Jaskier sounded like a pretty nice idea.

As he watched Jaskier and Isabelle sway together, Geralt couldn't stop thinking about Isabelle's words.

He remembered the old woman they saw at the market this morning, the one who sold rings. Geralt decided to stop by there tomorrow.

Just to look.

to be continued

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cheekygreenty · 3 years ago

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Little Witch - Part 12

the Darkling x Reader

The hour was late as the stars basked in the darkness and cold winter air. The fire roared in its hearth while your still steaming cup of sleep-aiding tea sat untouched on the small table. Your talk with Alina earlier was the cause of your unrest. You didn't know whether to feel sorry for her or be frustrated with her. She is a lovely girl, most pure and kind and quite literally the definition of sunshine, but something about her irked you and you hated it.

Maybe it was her somewhat unhealthy obsession with her friend, the tracker- Malyen Oretsev, or the sheer denial and lack of understanding of her position. Sure, Mal was the only thing that tied her to her old life, a sense of home, but he didn't belong anywhere near the Little Palace and posed a threat to Alina's true potential. She should understand that, no doubt it's been explained to her many times. She was no longer a random girl from the First Army or a Child of Keramzin, she was the Sun-Summoner and had to act the part.

But there was also a nagging feeling in you since your last words with Aleksander, the ones about the stag. From what you could gather, Alina definitely wasn't power-hungry, not yet anyway, and placing an antler anywhere on her would be against her wishes. You knew deep down that whatever he had planned would go far beyond just giving her an amplifier for her sake.

You sighed and moved around on the armchair again, trying to convince yourself those were the reasons you couldn't sleep, that Alina's position in this mess was why your mind wouldn't shut off, but who were you kidding, it was her and him. For starters, she called Aleksander by his name. The second the word left her mouth, your blood ran cold.

'Is he not here?' Alina looked to you from over her mug, eyes scanning the room.

'Who?'

'Aleksander, is he away at Kribirsk again?' Your smile faltered and your grip on your own mug loosened. But Alina waited for an answer.

'Oh umm, I don't know.' You did but the shock caused your mind to blank completely.

You had known Aleksander for years before he even told you his true name, you had to earn it. She spoke of her General with a fondness, at one point even speaking of him as if he were more than just her commanding officer.

'Do you miss the First Army Alina? I know you left friends behind, not just Mr.Oretsev.'

'I suppose I don't feel at home just yet, it's a lot to take in, this whole division of orders thing doesn't help either... But he assures me I am not alone, that I have an equal in the Palace.'

An equal?

The heat of the fire was doing nothing to calm down your rising rage. Apparently Aleksander was doing more talking with Alina than you'd thought, even sacrificing his own true name, one only spoken by you and his mother, for her to utter as if it was just another name. So what if you were in his chambers, making use of his office and sleeping in his bed, he clearly had his eyes on two prizes or maybe just one.

You felt sick now, be it from the heat or the anger, you got up and opened a window. The cold and dark night was a stark contrast to the licks of the flame. It made you feel at peace, but only momentarily. You heard voices outside, slowly growing louder. You rested your head against the wall, begging for one last moment of stillness, but alas the door was yanked open and his boots echoed throughout the room. You cursed yourself for deciding to spend another night in his quarters. You thought he'd be gone longer than just 4 days.

'I do hope you made yourself comfortable' His voice was as smooth as the kvas you had downed after Alina left. You wanted to turn around, but the anger was still there and all hell would break loose if you let your emotions run wild again.

'I did thank you. At least you have a desk'

'I'll get you one first thing in the morning'

'No need, I already requested one' Your voice was void of any emotion. Don't start a fight.

'Are you alright?'

'Just tired, being diplomatic is hard work' It sure was right now.

'Might I suggest actually getting into bed then?' His hand slowly came around your wrist and pulled you in the direction of the bedroom but ironically at the simple touch, your anger grew, when it usually has the opposite effect. You saw out of the corner of your eye that he had a genuine smile on his face, one that tended to make you melt but not now. You shrugged him off and walked in the direction of the door, leaving him utterly confused.

'Y/N what's going on.

'I'm tired, I'm going to bed' You tried so hard to act normal, not in any way pissed.

'Y/N look at me'

'Goodnight Aleksander' You couldn't help it, the mockery of his name just came out. There goes the diplomacy.

You heard him quickly walk towards you and tried to get to the door first to escape the tense atmosphere you created but he got there first, blocking your way.

'What?' You threw your hands up in exasperation not yet looking at him.

'Did something happen whilst I was away?'

'No'

'Then what is it'

'Nothing'

'Don't lie to me Y/N'

'Oh but it's okay for you to lie to me' Your eyes finally bore into his.

'Excuse me?' His expression read baffled; annoyed; pissed.

'Move away from the door Aleksander'

'No! You're going to be mature and have an actual conversation with me for once' He asked for it.

'Alright fine, Let's start with Alina''

'Y/N'

'I had a lovely little tea party with her today. Sweet thing. She loves to talk once you get her going. She told me a lot of fascinating stuff, including your name! How interesting don't you think.' Your voice was so cold it even made you shiver.

'I can explain'

'I'm not finished.' You felt that pull in you, that pull that comes before you put your fire or shadows to use but crammed it down with all your might. 'Her best friend hasn't been replying to any of her letters and I can recount there are many of them. Guess what I found in one of your drawers? They are all very poetic don't you think? I'm all for helping her adjust, but that's not help, that's manipulation Aleksander.'

'She won't let him go, It's dragging her down.' He said through gritted teeth.

'Dragging her down or away?' The double meaning in your words didn't go unnoticed by him.

'Y/N all I want to do is go to bed right now, I've had a long day, please.' His hand reached out for yours but you scoffed and moved away.

'You wanted to have this conversation, General, don't shy away when your actions are questioned.'

'Fine' He unblocked the door and crossed the room, throwing his cloak and kefta on the floor with a heavy thud. 'Is there anything else you wish to accuse me of Y/N dearest?'

'Look at you, so bitter but I haven't heard you deny any of it'

'You may go now if you like.' He picked up a decanter of whiskey and poured himself a generous glass

'Since when are you this childish Aleksander. Have I missed something in my 100-year absence?' You mocked.

'You left me with all of this' He gestured to the palace. '-That's what happened.'

'Don't turn this around on me, and I told you that wasn't a choice.'

'The Y/N I knew would have come back and not hid like a coward'

You stilled and waited for any sign of apology, but it never came. He meant it even though he knew how much such a simple statement would hurt you. You turned slowly and walked to the door.

'While I'm gone, at least have the common decency to change the sheets before you bring Alina in here' you shut it loudly behind you and heard the breaking of the glass, no doubt thrown at the door as you were leaving.

What a day.

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Ok so idk if people can see this but I posted this like a week ago and apparently nobody seen it so here it is!!!!

Part 13

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teebarnes · 3 years ago

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✨ | A Bad Day

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Summary: You had a bad day at work and Bucky knows that, so takes this chance to brighten your bad day.

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): Fluff, crying... I think that's about it.

A/N: Thank you for 100 followers! Plus, I mean, who wouldn't want Bucky to comfort them after a bad day? (GIF isn't mine)

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Locking the door behind you, you lean yourself against your door, sliding to the floor. Tears flowing down your face, you pike your knees up you to the chest, wrapping your arms around them. It was another one of those awful days at work, your face hidden in the nook you made. You slowly sobbed to yourself, trying to express the bad day you had quietly into your house as if it could listen.

The quietness of your rural home thickened the sound of your tears; you sigh deeply into your knees, attempting to catch the breath you longed for. Then, calming yourself, you wipe the tears with the end of your jumper before hearing your phone ring. A few sniffs holding the fact you were crying, you check your phone to see it was your best friend calling.

"Yellop", you softly chime to your best friend on the end of the other line. You can hear an audible laugh. "Yellop doll, how was your day?" The voice you always long to hear at the end of your days. "U-usual", you softly chocked out before continuing ", how about you, old man? How was your day?" You giggle slightly at your remark.

A long pause extended your conversation with him before he broke the silence with a soft laugh through his nose, "usual, same since we last spoke", you smile, getting up, taking the conversation to your couch. Hearing his voice had taken away any sadness you had before you even picked up the phone. "Hey, I'm coming over. I need your help," he says, which piques your interest.

"What does a 107-year-old man need my help for? I'm sure you have all the life experience you need," you joked; Bucky gasps ", ouch, my feelings… they're hurting because of you", he laughs, causing the two of you to roll your eyes at each end of the line. "May I ask what you need help with?" You sat up from the couch, eagerly waiting for his reply.

A steady silence homed their conversation for a few seconds "a date y/n… there is this beautiful woman I want to ask on a date." He sighs.

Your face drops slightly, tears rushing down your face again like the ones before. Quickly wiping the tears, you answer, so Bucky doesn't worry "a date, huh? Since when do you socialise" you half-laughed to yourself sadly. "well… doll. You see, I don't if I'm honest," you both laugh, waiting for him to continue. "But… she is amazing, beautiful, the most incredible person I've met", he boasts to you over the phone.

You couldn't help but wallow in your thoughts for a bit, wishing that it were you he was talking about. But you knew that you two were just made to be the best of friends; despite how you felt towards him, you knew he could never feel the same. It took you a while to collect yourself when Bucky spoke again, breaking your train of thought. "Doll?" Your eyes focus again on your surroundings, coming back to the reality that you wanted to run away from right then and there. "Doll, are you there?" He asks again; you clear your throat "yes! yes… sorry, yes I am." You coughed.

"I am happy for you, Buck! She will be so lucky to have you." You stand up from the couch walking into your kitchen. "I am the lucky one, actually…" he replies softly. You smile at his reply only to realise the context of the conversation before answering back to him, "Well… are you sure you need my help? I feel you have all of that covered. I don't think I could be of much help to you, Buck." You held the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you opened the fridge up to check what was for dinner tonight. "I most certainly do doll. You are a vital part to getting this right," he excitedly says; you could never turn him down.

Even after being his friend for over ten years, you still couldn't say no to him. "Geez, Bucky, you really are serious… I'll have you know, though. I haven't had a boyfriend since I met you, so I'll only be able to give you basic pointers," you laugh to yourself. "Doll, don't worry about it… as long as you're there, that's all I need." He swoons. You couldn't help but laugh, "see, buck, with that attitude, I think she will say yes." You lightly say, "plus, have you asked Steve? I'm sure he has better advice to give," you question. "Yeah, I did… no help there", he laughs.

"Okey dokes, well I'm going to take my shower n stuff… you've got a key so you can let yourself in, alright?" You say, continuing to push through the built-up tears and emotions that halted at your throat. "Okay, doll! See you shortly," he says "see ya, Buck" you smile, hanging up.

Not knowing it, but your world fell before you; you didn't want to lose Bucky to a woman he hasn't even told you about. Then again, you cared for his happiness, that is what he needed after all the trauma he had been put through. You shook off the tears sucking up the pain into your stomach, heading to take a shower.

Bucky’s POV

"How do I tell her, Steve?" Bucky groans, pacing around the living room, "I love her so goddam much, but I am afraid to lose her. What if she doesn't like me and only sees me as a friend-"Bucky is cut off by Nat, who is sitting on the other side of the couch reading a book. "Bucky, I am going to slap some sense into you soon. She is head over heels for you." She sighs, getting up to leave the room. Bucky continues to pace again, with Steve closely watching.

"Ask her on a date Buck. Go from there," Steve lightly says, leaning back into his seat. "Hey doll, I know we've been best friends for ten years now, but I just wanted to let you know that I've fallen in love with you since the day we met", he frustrates into the palm of his hands. Steve chuckles a bit, "sounds about right", he snorts. Bucky wide-eyed to his oldest friend. "Ahaha, so funn-" he is cut off with a buzzing in his left pocket.

Reaching in, he picks it up "oh, it's just Sam" he rolls his eyes, answering, "what's up, Sam?" Sam sighs "have you talked to y/n recently?" He asks, which immediately makes Bucky furrow his eyebrows "no, why? Has something happened?" A pause before Sam speaks, "Can you check on her, please. She had a rough day at work. I have a feeling she is not at her best at the moment." Bucky's eyes dull hearing that the woman he's in love with is sad "okay, on it. Thanks for letting me know, Sam", he let out a sigh. "I've given her the week off, but please check." He sternly asks. "You have my word Sam" Bucky hangs up, turning to Steve.

"She had a bad day at work…" he frowns before plopping himself on the couch. "Well, buck, this may be a good opportunity to take her out on a date? Or even have a sneaky film night?" He stands up, patting his friend's shoulder. Bucky gives a slight grin, nodding, "Thanks, pal".

Steve walks out of the room, leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts, "okay okay okay, I can do this, I can do this." He hypes himself up, taking his phone pressing your contact that he had on speed dial.

"Yellop" Bucky hears on the other end of the phone; he couldn't help but melt to the sweetness of your voice. It was one he loved so much. It wasn't unusual to call each other; it was a religious routine for the both of you. If one didn't call, the other would. But this time, it was different; Bucky was nervous; it has taken him ten years to work up the courage to ask you out. But he still couldn't, not without seeing your face, not without being able to hold you as he said he loved you and not without comforting you first. He knew you didn't want to burden him with your troubles, so he took it upon himself to make up an excuse just to see you.

After the call, Bucky knew that you'd been hiding your emotions just to have your usual conversation with him. He felt even guiltier when he went on and on about you but never had the guts to tell you that he was talking about you.

Bucky packed a night bag from his room, packing it onto his motorbike before making his way to the local supermarket that was on the way to your house.

He picked up some of your favourite snacks and a bunch of your favourite flowers, securing them on his bike before riding to your house. Then, turning his bike off, he left it parked in your garage, heading inside. He closed the door behind him, walking into the kitchen laying the snacks on the table before heading down the hall into your room. He could hear the shower running and knew you were still in there.

He could hear you singing a soft melody of your favourite song; Bucky smiled, took his shoes off, and set them at the door in the hallway. Bucky flopped onto your soft bed with the flowers he had for you hidden on the bedside away from the bathroom door so you wouldn't be able to see them when you'd come out.

Finishing your shower a few minutes later, you wrapped your hair in a towel. Drying yourself and popping on your oversized henley, the same one Bucky had given you all those years ago when you had nothing to wear the first time you slept at his. You put some undies on and Van's socks. Using the dryer to dry your hair, you fitted your thick hair into a messy bun with your black scrunchy. "Alright", you took a deep breath before heading out to see Bucky lying on your bed.

"Oh, Buck! Hey," you smiled at him. His head was comfy on the bedsheets; he turned to see you, a bright smile upon his face. "Hey, doll," he noticed straight away that you weren't wearing any pants, something he was used to but not used to at the same time. You'd always make a fuss over going to bed with pants on; you hated wearing pants to bed. So you just opted for socks. "So", you sigh, flopping on the bed next to him. "Who is the girl?" You asked, turning your body to the side facing him. He chuckled, rolling over the edge of the bed, coming back to meet you, your favourite flowers in his hand; you both were face to face.

"You"…

You look at him, jerking your face back a bit in surprise but totally melting seeing the flowers. "M-me?" You reply; Bucky smiles, brushing the hair from your face nodding, "It's always been you y/n." His arm caressed your cheek, and you couldn't help but rest yours on his. You kissed the inner of his hand before taking the flowers leaving them on the bedside table.

"You know how long I've wanted to tell you that I love you" you smiled almost in tears; wrapping his metal arm around your waist, Bucky pulled your body close to his "And you know how long I've wanted to say the exact same thing" he rested his head against yours "I am in love with you y/n, I've loved you ever since I met you". You sniffled, cupping his cheek before leaning in, kissing his chapped lips; he leaned into him, kissing back "and just when I thought I was going to have to let you go, you prove me wrong," you chuckled through your tears.

He chuckles with you. "I couldn't tell you on the phone. I had to be here. Plus, Sam told me you had a bad day, so I wanted to be with you." You smiled, giving him the biggest hug. "Thank you, Buck. Thank you for doing this" he kissed the top of your head.

"You're welcome, love", he smiled.

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kuroos-babie · 4 years ago

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Falling in Love with a Single Mom

Sugawara x fem!Reader | Kenma x fem!Reader

[ Headcanons/MiniFic ]

Request: hi!! i absolutely loved your single mum hc and please could you write the same but with sugawara and kenma? thank you so much- you’re doing great!!! — anonymous

a/n: sorry it took so long!! wasn't feeling motivated lately and didn't want to put out half-assed stuff :(( I HOPE U LIKE THIS ANON!!!!!

❀ suga sat in front of the class, observing his class of 4 year-olds with a gentle smile on his face.

❀ they were all minding their own, occasionally calling out for their teacher when they were short on glue and fancy stickers, checking up on their tablemates to compare their crafts

❀ one particular student catches his eye as the child opted to lay on his arms folded on top of his desk, looking sullen, instead of working on the given task; a father’s day card

“hey, is everything all right? are you not feeling well?”, his voice was soft as he approached the boy and his eyes grew softer when the he shook his head and proceeded to bury his face between his arms.

“why aren’t you making a card, then? look, all your friends are doing one for their dads.”

“i don’t even have a dad to give it to, why would i even make one.”

suga was taken aback by the young one’s words but stood his ground

“give it to me then, i’ll be your substitute dad”, he said with a gentle hand on the boy’s back, smiling even wider when the boy looked at him with a giddy smile

“really?”

❀ the child then proceeded to work on a card; enumerating all the nice things he likes about his teacher-turned-substitute-dad

❀ after adding the final sprinkle of glitter, he excitedly went to show his finished product

❀ suga scanned his work, his smile never leaving his face but the clumsily written bit at the end left his heart soft with sympathy for the little boy

❀ “i wish suga-san really was my dad, we would have lots of fun playing at the park and mama won’t be too lonely anymore!”

❀ when the day came to a wrap, he found himself being dragged through the halls, your child pulling him by the sleeve

"mama said she'll be picking me up today!"

he laughed nervously but continued to match the boy's little steps, "that's great! but why do i have to come with?"

"i want you to meet mama! i bet you'll like her, she's really nice, her food is amazing!! and she's the preeeeeettiest girl ever"

❀ and oh boy was he right

❀ suga couldn't contain the the wild blush that found it's way to his face, tinting his cheeks and the tip of his ears

❀ he hasn't felt this flustered since kiyoko held his hands

❀ he watched the boy let go of his sleeve to run to you, meeting him with a sweet smile

"mama! suga-san said he'd be my dad so i can have someone to give my dad's day card to!!"

you looked shocked. then confused. and then just plainly amused.

"baby, i told you to call your teachers sensei, haven't i?"

"but if he's my dad now should i still be calling him sensei?"

"you'd only cause trouble, baby. besides, i don't think he wants to be a full-time dad just yet, isn't that right sensei?"

you shot him an apologetic smile and he glance at the boy whose eyes are already brimming with tears

"i-i wouldn't mind at all!", he blurted out before he could even stop himself

his face flushed an even deeper shade of red which you found endearingly cute, "I MEAN ONLY IF YOU WANTED TO. IF HE! if he.. wanted to, i mean. yes."

❀ and that is how he found himself sat in your living room floor two weeks later, playing legos with your son

❀ he knew he couldn't be with you just yet, not when he still has your son as his student

❀ but when he glances at you busily preparing food in the kitchen and at the little boy on the floor trying to make turtles out of legos, he knew he'd be able to wait for a bit more.

❀ you and kenma lived in the same apartment complex, on the same floor, separated by a single wall

❀ being a new mom living alone with her 3-month old child wasn't easy

❀ sleepless nights, panicked grocery runs, and a shit ton of noise complaints from your neighbor

❀ noise complaints in the form of small pieces of paper slipped through the crack of your door

❀ "pls quiet down, trying to sleep. ty"

❀ but it was one evening when kenma had a scheduled stream and your baby's been inconsolable for the last 45 minutes, her cries seeping through the thin walls and bouncing across kenma's flat that he decided to come over yours

he knocked at your door, annoyance clearly shown in the way his eyebrows are knitted in a frown

"can you please do quiet down a bit? i'm trying to stream and the mic's picking up your baby's... crying"

he couldn't help but notice your disheveled look; wrinkled shirt, eyebags and tear-stained cheeks while you held your child, rubbing circles on her back in an attempt to calm her down.

"i'm very very sorry, she hasn't been feeling well. i'm sorry for the trouble, i really am"

he couldn't possibly be mad at you still, he figured you had it really tough and kenma's not the type to deliberately make you suffer even more

with a sigh and a quiet, "it's fine, i guess", he went back to his unit, deciding to cancel the stream just this once

❀ that evening, kenma laid on his bed thinking about you, or your situation rather.

❀ you woke up the next morning with a bag of groceries hanging on your doorknob

❀ it was full of cupped ramen, gatorade, a couple jars of baby food and a note in the same neat handwriting

❀ "i'll be next door if u need any help"

❀ you continued finding random treats at your doorstep with little notes for a few more weeks

"i ordered too much, u can have it."

"sponsor sent some stuff i didn't need."

"friend brought food, couldn't finish it all."

❀ you find it sweet but couldn't help feeling guilty having to bother your quiet neighbor like this

❀ so you decided to post your own little note on your door, hoping he'd find it

❀ "what food do u like?"

❀ the same hour you put it up, you heard shuffling outside your door

❀ and as expected there was another bag of instant ramen with your note scribbled with his reply

❀ "apple pie"

❀ a week passed with radio silence between you two, even your baby has been cooperative enough in your mission of trying to make apple pie

❀ soon you found yourself in front of the door right beside yours, freshly baked apple pie in your mitten-clad hands and your daughter blubbering in her carrier on your back

you knocked.

"uhm hi, i'm y/n. i made some apple pie, figured you wanna share."

kenma's eyes were wide and his cheeks dusted pink the same shade of yours.

he ushered you inside and prepared two plates and forks for the both of you.

"thanks for the stuff" was your meek attempt at breaking the silence.

"it's nothing really"

you noticed him silently looking at your daughter whose hands found their way into her mouth

carefully placing her from your lap to kenma's you giggled as panic flashed in his eyes.

he held her nonetheless, smiling softly as she reached out a slobbered hand to his cheeks and letting out curious coos

❀ you both soon found comfort in each other's homes, coming and going as you both shared takeout, home-cooked meals and stories in between

❀ kenma's fondess for your child grew apparent in the way he'd let her crawl all over him and tug at his hair and the way he held her up just to hear her giggles and the way you'd find him passed out on your couch with your baby on his chest and a protective arm around her

❀ what wasn't obvious to you was the way he would stare at you lovingly as you tucked your daughter to sleep in her crib every afternoon, or the way his little notes turned to subtle love confessions

❀ or the way he's been building up the courage in asking you to move in to a new house together and be a real family.

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