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clarisse0o · 2 months

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Camp Wiegman-Part 24

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words : 5k

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Thursday, December 17th; 7:00 PM - Ona and Alexia's Room.

I collapse face down on my bed as soon as I step into my room. All I can think about is being on vacation. It’s about to become reality. To be honest, I’m struggling to grasp that starting tomorrow, I’ll be home for two whole weeks. It feels strange, but it’s definitely going to do me good. These last few weeks have been intense, and I really need a break. I have a splitting headache from all the constant studying. It feels like a hammer pounding in my head without rest. I just got back from Bronze after studying for my last exam, which is tomorrow. I’m relieved to see the end in sight because it was turning into a real disaster. The pressure and anxiety of not succeeding took over, and I started working more than I should have. I felt like the study sessions at Bronze weren’t enough anymore. I became obsessed, to the point of breaking curfew multiple times to study late into the night. The lack of sleep started affecting my behavior. I became unintentionally aggressive, which caught the attention of my supervisor. She noticed the bags under my eyes and figured out what was going on. Let’s just say she gave me a good scolding. Her decision was final, no matter what I said. She took all my study materials out of my room to control my workload. She almost punished me, but she held back when she saw my state. Our relationship has taken another step forward. I think she’s changed since she asked me to call her by her first name outside of school. She’s more open than before. Sometimes, I even call her Lucy when our study sessions run late, and she doesn’t mind. It’s become much more pleasant to spend time with her. She’s reached the point where she can tell what I’m thinking or feeling just by observing me. It’s very unsettling to be read like that. When she realized my problem with studying, she immediately found the right words to reassure me. Ever since she took my things on Friday night, she’s been coming by my room every evening to make sure I get back into a good sleep routine. Still, I’m mentally exhausted. All these exams were too much, and I’m starting to miss my family. I haven’t seen them in a month, hence my eagerness for the holidays.

“Are you done with your revisions at Bronze?”

Alexia snaps me out of my drowsiness. I must have dozed off without realizing it because I didn’t even hear her come in. I groan when she flops down on my back without any consideration. She kisses my cheek before resting her head on mine. Without knowing it, Alexia has started to break down my boundaries around physical contact.

“I came to get you for dinner. You’re coming, right? The others are already there.”

“Yeah,” I mumble into my pillow. “I’m starving. But I’m coming back here afterward.”

“Don’t worry, I was planning on coming back here too.”

“Come on, get off me!” I say, wriggling. “I’m starving!”

I laugh as she teases me by pressing down on me even harder. She finally gets up, but not before giving my butt a playful slap.

“Hey!” I exclaim, feigning indignation.

“Oops,” she says with an innocent look.

I smile and roll my eyes. Without her, I would have probably sunk into a deep depression. I was so angry with Lucy that first night she took my stuff that I was mad at the whole world. Alexia was there that night, and since then, she hasn’t let a single evening pass without making me laugh. She helped me think about other things, and that’s how I came to understand Lucy’s actions. To succeed, I also needed to learn to let go and have some fun. And that’s what I’ve been doing with Alexia. We’ve relaxed a lot, and she even took the opportunity to share new stories from her childhood. I took the chance to tell her about my relationship with Mapi as well. I had promised her a while ago that I would talk about it, so I did. Alexia is someone I really appreciate. She’s strong, and she has such a contagious joy. With those thoughts in mind, we head to the cafeteria in good spirits.

“Have you heard from Mapi these last few days?”

“Not really. She’s also busy studying. Why?”

“Just wondering.”

I don’t press further as we enter the cafeteria. We grab our trays and join our friends who are already seated. I greet the people I haven’t seen yet today. Since our day in the snow, our group sometimes expands at meals with the addition of girls who joined the snowball fight the other day. That’s the case tonight with Ella and Alessia joining us. They’ve taken the usual spots where Ale and I sit, but we don’t mind and take the seats opposite them. Over time, I’ve learned that Alessia is actually Leah’s sister. I figured it wasn’t a coincidence that I get along so well with her. Looking back, I realize they have quite similar personalities. They’re both very calm and thoughtful. Alessia once confided that she thought I had a crush on her sister. I quickly reassured her that we’re just good friends and that it would never go beyond that. I focus on the conversation going around the table. It’s about our upcoming vacation. Everyone is really excited. I get it; I feel the same way. I’m starting to get impatient for tomorrow. I can finally breathe and see my loved ones again.

“Do you already have plans for New Year’s, Ona?” Alba asks me.

“Not really. I guess I’ll spend it with Mapi, but we haven’t talked about it yet.”

“See, I told you she’d already have something planned,” his sister comments.

“Well, technically, nothing’s set yet. Why?”

They exchange a knowing look before Leah decides to speak up.

“To be honest, we usually spend it together here in Manchester. We were hoping you’d join us if you didn’t have any plans.”

“Really? Where do you do it?”

“It’s at our place,” Alessia explains. “We live here, and our parents usually go celebrate New Year’s with their friends.”

“I see. Is this the first time you’ve done this?” I ask curiously.

“No, this will be the third year we’ve done it together,” Ale responds. “It’s the only holiday we can all spend together, so we make the most of it.”

I nod, understanding perfectly. This idea excites me a lot. It would be so cool to finally be able to spend an evening with them outside of school. It’s definitely better than spending a drunken night at Mapi’s friend’s place. Still, I don’t want to leave Mapi behind. We’ve barely spent any time together since I’ve been here. Besides, we’ve always celebrated New Year’s together ever since we met. I know she’s expecting us to spend this one together too. We don’t even need to talk about it to know that.

“I would love to come, but I can’t leave Mapi alone,” I share.

“Why don’t you bring her along?” Alba suggests.

“That’s true, it’s a good idea,” Ale adds. “I really want to meet her after everything you’ve told me about her. Do you think she’d agree?”

“I see why you suddenly asked if I’d heard from her,” I say with an amused smile.

“Yes, well,” she rolls her eyes with a knowing smile. “I wanted to know if you’d already talked about it. Seriously, would it be possible? It’s a bit of a crazy plan, but doable, right?”

“I don’t know. It’s going to be complicated. She has a girlfriend, and I doubt she’d want to celebrate without her,” I grimace. “I’ll ask her and see what she says. Anyway, I want to come, but not without her.”

“She seems important to you,” Lotte comments.

“Well… yeah. She’s my best friend, you know. She’ll always come first.”

“See, I told you she’d say yes,” Patri laughs. “It’ll be awesome if you come. You’re part of the group now.”

I smile sincerely at her. It’s true that I’ve really integrated into their group by now. They’ve been very welcoming from the start, unlike me, who only did things my way. Now, it’s very different. A real friendship has formed between them and me. I was about to respond when someone taps me on the head with an object that echoes above me. I instinctively duck my head to avoid the attack, even though it doesn’t really help. When I try to turn around to see who it is, two large hands on my shoulders stop me.

“What has Mapi done now?”

I relax and lean back against Lucy, recognizing her voice. I expected to see her tonight before curfew.

“Nothing,” I giggle. “We were talking about New Year’s.”

“Oh. I thought you’d heard from her.”

“Briefly this morning, to talk about tomorrow. By the way, she sends her regards,” I say, lifting my head to finally see her.

“That’s nice of her.”

“Yeah. Did you want something specific?”

“I wanted to return the pen you left on my desk. It would be a shame to take your last exams without it, right?”

I smile as I take it back when she dangles it in front of my nose. What would I do without her? Probably not much. I can’t say it’s my lucky pen because I don’t believe in that sort of thing. However, I’m the kind of person who doesn’t like to change their habits once I’ve found something that works for me. That’s exactly how it is with this pen. I would have been frustrated to have to use another one for my last exam.

“Oh, thanks! You didn’t have to. Are you also returning my notes?”

“You need to stop taking advantage of my kindness. I’ll give them back tomorrow.”

“What kindness?” I laugh. “I’m old enough to manage my own sleep schedule.”

“No, you’re not. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have taken your notes.”

I sigh, crossing my arms. Well, I can’t complain too much. It’s true that she’s become nicer than before, even though she still treats me like a kid in some ways. It’s really frustrating, but I guess I’m partly to blame. She knows why she’s keeping my stuff. I would have been tempted to study tonight otherwise.

“Fine, I’ve recovered,” I protest.

“Ona,” she scolds. “I should make you run laps to tire you out tonight.”

“Actually, I think I’ll be fine,” I grimace.

“That’s what I thought. Everything will be fine, anyway. You’re ready.”

“Yeah,” I sigh. “If you say so.”

“I do say so,” she confirms. “Alright, I’ll come by your room before curfew.”

“Wait,” I quickly try to stop her.

“What? Hurry up, Engen is waiting for me.”

I turn to see that, indeed, she’s waiting at their table. I’m not used to sitting with my back to them. I like being able to see Lucy when we’re eating at the same time.

“Ona?” she calls out.

“Sorry… Um… Actually, I have a headache. I was wondering if you could bring me an aspirin or something?”

“Is it just a headache?” she frowns.

I smile when she instinctively places her hand on my forehead. Since my withdrawal and the flu, she worries about every little thing I might have. Well, it’s true that I’m still a bit fragile, but not to that extent.

“I just have a migraine. It’s probably from the studying.”

“And you dare ask me to give back your notes?”

“Oh, come on,” I say, feeling my cheeks flush slightly. “Can you bring me something then?”

“I’m not a walking pharmacy, but I’ll bring you something later.”

“Cool, thanks! And enjoy your meal.”

"Thanks, same to you."

She ruffles my hair before heading back to her table. I place my pen on the tray and watch it for a moment. My smile widens at the thought that she really knows me well.

"Well, you've got quite the bond," Patri chuckles.

"Hmm, if you say so," I shrug.

"It's true," Ella insists. "You're the only student she treats like that."

"We also spend a lot of time together," I shrug again.

"That's for sure," Ale laughs. "You're with her more often than with me!"

"Yeah, anyway, can we get back to the New Year's topic? If you want, we can call Mapi together later," I suggest.

"Oh yeah! That's a great idea, that way we can ask her directly!"

"That's exactly what I was thinking."

Even from a distance, my best friend manages to be loved. I'll keep to myself the fact that Mapi was jealous of Ale at first. She joked about it, but I know she was genuinely jealous. Still, I have no doubt they would get along. They're both so wild when they want to be, and it could cause some real chaos.

"By the way, how does Bronze know her?" Ale arches an eyebrow.

I freeze at her question. Damn, I hadn’t thought about that. You can’t really say they know each other. They’ve only talked once when I had a rough night. Otherwise, it often happens that Bronze comes to my room when I’m on the phone with her on the weekends. So, they greet each other, and sometimes they even tease each other (usually about me).

"Oh, well, you know, we often talk on the weekends, so Bronze hears me talking to her," I shrug.

"Hmm, hmm," she replies skeptically. "I must be missing out on some interesting stuff on the weekends."

"Not really," I laugh nervously.

Great, Ona. Very convincing. If she knew I often sneak out of school thanks to Bronze, I have no doubt she’d have something to say about it.

"Well, I’m done. I’m going back to the dorm. I can’t stand my headache anymore."

"Yep, I’ll join you soon."

I nod and wish everyone else a good evening before leaving the table. I clear my tray and then head out to face the cold. I hesitate for a moment to take the emergency exit to get there faster, but Bronze would kill me if she found out. So, I force myself to take the main entrance. I regret this choice when I hear the noise coming from the common room. Someone forgot to close the door. It makes me realize how disrespectful students can be. They struggle to understand they’re not alone. I escape the noise by going upstairs to avoid worsening my migraine. When I get to the room, I decide to shower immediately so Ale will have space when she returns. In the meantime, she comes back to tell me that she changed her mind under the influence of the others and is heading back down to the common room for a bit. At least I’ll have some time alone. Or so I thought until I come face to face with Bronze as I’m leaving the bathroom.

"You scared me!"

"Sorry, I was looking for you," she smiles softly.

"No problem..."

"Here, for your migraine."

"Oh, thanks... Wait, let me find a sweater first, I’m cold."

"You’re not getting sick again, are you? You’re trembling like a leaf."

"I don’t think so. I’m just cold," I say as I grab a sweater from the closet.

The shower had warmed me up, but the room is cold compared to the sauna I created in the bathroom. Let’s just say that shorts and a T-shirt aren’t enough in these circumstances.

"Your lack of sleep probably isn’t helping."

"Stop blaming everything on that. Don’t forget I’ve only lived in hot countries."

"Hmm..." she says skeptically.

"Anyway, I’m on vacation starting tomorrow at eleven. I’ll have two long weeks to sleep."

"That’s true."

I first put down my phone and computer before going over to her to take the pillbox and a small bottle of water she thoughtfully brought me. I quickly swallow a pill with a few sips of water.

"Can I keep them?"

"Only the bottle. You know the rules."

She smiles at me sympathetically. It’s clear that it’s not safe to leave a pillbox with a former addict.

"It’s not like I’m going to get high."

"You could be capable of it. Now, give me the box."

I don’t argue and hand it back to her before slipping under my blanket. Without asking her opinion, I turn on my computer. I squint, noticing that Lucy doesn’t seem to want to leave.

"Are you planning to stay here for a while?"

"No."

She grabs my desk chair and places it between the two beds before sitting down. I look at her skeptically.

"I’d like to talk about tomorrow."

I frown, not understanding where she’s going with this. She leans back in the chair and crosses her arms.

"For two things. First, how do you feel about the exam?"

I sigh and shake my head. She’s not going to let this go. I had a moment of panic, and now she’s back on my case.

"I’m not trying to bother you. I can tell you’re stressed, which is why I’m asking."

"Who wouldn’t be stressed in my position? I’m a little bit, I admit. But it’s not because of the exam. Well, the dice are cast since it’s the last one... I’m scared because I don’t know if I’ve passed or not."

She nods understandingly. I bite my lip and look down. I feel ridiculous for being so worried over something so minor.

"Hey. No matter the result, you can’t say you didn’t give it your best shot. Okay?" she asks, placing her hand on my leg to get my attention.

"A little bit, maybe. I should have worked harder from the start."

"You were lost back then, and now you have regrets. That’s completely normal, but don’t forget that since then, you’ve pulled yourself together. You’ve made the necessary effort to catch up, so let me tell you... You have nothing to blame yourself for, understand?"

I sigh, nodding slowly. She always has the right words, it’s incredible.

"I get it... I’ll try not to torture myself over it anymore. What’s the second thing?"

"Your return home."

"Lucy," I groan. "I’ll behave, I promise."

"I’m just asking you to be reasonable, OK? Don’t feel obligated to go to parties if you don’t want to, and if there’s any issue—"

"I’ll come talk to you, I promise," I finish for her.

"Good," she sighs. "It’s time for you to sleep."

"No, please. I’d like to call Mapi first. I have something to sort out."

"Alright," she concedes. "You have half an hour. Then you turn everything off."

"OK."

"And in case you’re wondering, I plan to stay here to make sure of it."

"You can’t be serious," I groan. "I don’t need a babysitter."

"You’ll have to deal with it. I want to make sure you sleep on time tonight."

"Who says I won’t have a private conversation with Mapi?"

"Is that the case?"

"Not particularly... The others suggested spending New Year’s here with Mapi. I wanted to ask her about it. It’s a good idea, right?"

"Hmm," she says unconvincingly.

"At least you won’t be far if there’s a problem," I tease.

"I’ll probably have something better to do than look after you during that evening, you know."

"True... I thought you’d be happy about it," I say, opening the FaceTime app. "I’m at least reassured that you won’t be far."

"If you’re reassured, it means you still don’t trust yourself. Anyway, it’s definitely better than a party full of strangers."

"It’s not the best, that’s for sure. I’ve never really liked those kinds of places anyway," I shrug.

"Then why do you go? To put on a show?" she laughs.

"I don’t know. To have fun, I guess. Isn’t that what everyone does when they go to those kinds of places?"

"I guess. I don’t know. I’ve always found those parties stupid."

"Is it just me, or does this topic seem to annoy you?"

"It doesn’t."

I lift my head from my screen to smile at her. It does annoy her for some reason. I know she won’t elaborate, but she could at least be honest.

"You don’t want me going to those kinds of parties, do you?"

"I’d prefer you didn’t, indeed," she admits.

"Alright, you win," I roll my eyes. "If I stay in Barcelona for New Year’s, it’ll be my last party. Is that okay?"

"Wasn’t that already the plan? You promised me you wouldn’t go to any more parties after what happened last time."

Thinking about it, I realize she’s right. I’m not supposed to go to any more parties. I bite my lip, wondering how she managed to get her way. She has such an influence on me that it’s becoming scary. However, with her recent reaction, I can’t tell if it’s because she wants what’s best for me or because she has particular issues with parties. Maybe it’s both.

"I still get New Year’s, though... right?"

She rolls her eyes with a small smile.

"I told you to just be reasonable. Isn’t that clear enough?"

"Thanks..." I exhale. "You scared me for a moment."

"Use these holidays to clear your head and stop thinking about school."

"That’ll be hard. I’ll miss your orders."

"Be glad to be away from my demands. I must be annoying to you," she says, making me laugh. "What’s so funny?" she frowns.

- "I don’t find you annoying. You're just straightforward, and I was serious when I said I'm going to miss you. No one cares about me like you do. By the way, I hope I can write to you during the holidays..."

- "We'll see if I reply," she teases me.

A ringtone interrupts our conversation. I frown as I see an incoming call from my best friend. I was about to call her, but it's surprising that she's calling since we weren’t supposed to talk tonight.

- "Excuse me. I have to take this."

- "Go ahead, you’ve got fifteen minutes left," she reminds me.

I nod, pressing the green button and bringing the phone to my ear. With my other hand, I close my laptop, which is now useless.

- "Hey Maps, I was just about to call you."

- "Hey bonita," she replies in a small voice.

- "Oh! What’s wrong?"

- "Nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you."

- "Don’t lie to me. I know you."

- "There’s nothing wrong."

- "Okay... if you say so..."

I squint as I see Lucy smiling. I nod to silently ask her what’s going on. In response, she just smiles wider.

- "What?" I say at the same time Mapi sighs.

- "Huh?"

- "Sorry, I wasn’t talking to you," I say, which makes Lucy laugh.

- "Are you with someone?"

- "Yeah... with Bronze. She’s playing babysitter."

- "Oh, I’ll let you go then."

- "No!" I quickly respond. "It’s not like she can hear you. Tell me what’s wrong. I know something’s up. I can feel it."

There’s a moment of hesitation where she stays silent. She takes a long breath. This is starting to worry me. Lucy seems to understand the situation from the way she looks at me. I suddenly sit up straight when Mapi bursts into uncontrollable sobs. If she’s crying, then something is really wrong. The only other time I’ve seen her cry was when I told her it was over between us.

- "Hey, Maps... What’s going on?" I say softly, not wanting to upset her.

- "Ana," she says. "She dumped me, Ona... Ana dumped me," she repeats desperately.

I part my lips in surprise. I didn’t see that coming... I regret not being by her side right now. Her sobs get louder, and there’s nothing I can do to calm her down. I can’t believe they’re no longer together. I really thought their relationship would last based on how she talked about her. I never really knew how she felt after I left, but hearing her now, I don’t even want to know. I run my hand over my face, trying to keep my composure.

- "Maps, I- It’s going to be okay, alright? I’m coming home tomorrow. I’ll be in Barcelona around eleven PM. You can come with Hector, or you can wait for me at home, okay?"

- "I really thought she was the one, Ona. I finally managed to have a serious relationship again, and she dumped me like trash. Damn it!"

I close my eyes, hearing the loud noise she’s making on the other end. I don’t know what she’s doing, but it doesn’t sound good.

- "Mapi..."

- "What’s going on?" Lucy asks me.

I sigh, covering the phone’s microphone to explain the situation to her. Lucy asks for my phone. I hesitate for a moment before giving it to her.

- "Hey Mapi, it’s Bronze."

I hate myself for doing this, but Lucy is definitely better at handling these situations than I am. I tend to be clumsy with my words and never know what to say. Unlike me, Lucy knows how to handle things. She does it with me, and now she’s doing it with Mapi. She’s calming her anger and reassuring her. It feels like I’m listening to her talk to me when I need her support. Lucy’s words seem to have the desired effect because I can’t hear Mapi yelling from where I’m sitting anymore. She continues talking to her before handing the phone back to me.

- "She wants to talk to you."

I quickly take the phone where I can already hear my best friend calling me.

- "Yeah, it’s me," I reply.

It seems like her crisis has passed. She’s still sniffling a bit, but she’s not crying anymore.

- "I understand why you think she’s so great."

- "I never used those words," I chuckle lightly to ease the situation. "But you’re right."

- "You don’t have to say it. It’s obvious when you talk about her."

- "Let’s not talk about that now. Are you going to be okay?"

- "Hmm," she sighs. "I have to be. I have one of my most important exams tomorrow. I just needed to hear your voice... I’ll come to the airport tomorrow. I want to see you as soon as possible."

- "Alright. I’ll tell Hector to pick you up then."

I see Lucy tapping her watch. She gave me thirty minutes, and I guess they’ve passed.

- "Are you going to stay over?"

- "Of course, if you don’t mind. I think I’ll need your arms, if it’s not too much to ask."

- "Of course not. Go rest now. Bronze wants me to hang up."

- "Bossy, huh?" she giggles slightly, which reassures me about her state. "I thought curfew was at ten PM? It’s only quarter past nine where you are, right?"

- "It’s complicated. I’ll explain when I get back."

- "Don’t tell me you’re having insomnia again?" she questions. "I thought it was over since you hadn’t mentioned it."

- "I was, but not for the reasons you think."

- "Hmm..." she replies skeptically.

Now’s not the time to talk about my problems, especially not in front of Lucy. For now, she’s the one who needs reassurance. I don’t want her to start feeling sorry for herself like I did.

- "I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well, Maps."

- "Goodnight, Onita. Thank you, and thank your supervisor too."

- "I was planning to. Kiss."

I hang up and place my phone on the nightstand. As for my laptop, I put it on the floor, too lazy to get up and put it in the cupboard.

- "Thanks... I didn’t know how to handle that."

- "It’s no big deal."

I don’t have time to reply as the door opens, revealing Alexia. She’s no longer surprised by Lucy’s regular presence.

- "I’m back," she says before grabbing pajamas from her closet. "Are we calling Mapi again?"

- "I just talked to her on the phone. I didn’t have time to ask her about New Year’s."

- "You can chat tomorrow morning. It’s time to sleep now, Ona," Lucy announces to me.

- "I’ll go take my shower then," Ale says. "Goodnight."

- "Goodnight," I reply.

I lie down in bed, looking at Lucy. I think I’m hallucinating when she takes my laptop and phone.

- "Don’t tell me you’re taking those with you?"

- "Yes. I should have thought of this earlier. Have you used them this week?"

- "Of course not," I groan. "You’ve checked on me every day!"

- "Hmm. Come on, I was serious. It’s time to sleep."

- "Are you planning to stay?" I’m surprised.

- "Yes. I want to make sure you sleep."

- "That’s ridiculous," I mutter. "You’re getting too serious about this."

- "Go to sleep."

I roll my eyes and eventually turn my back to her, wrapping myself in the blanket. The good thing is that my headache has finally gone. The bad thing is that Lucy’s presence is unsettling, even when I close my eyes. Sleeping is impossible. Especially with all the noise I hear when Alexia comes back into the room. She seems to be trying not to make any noise, but it’s not enough. I want to complain, but Lucy beats me to it by asking Ale to go to bed. A few minutes later, the light goes out, plunging us all into darkness. I roll over to the other side now that it’s dark and I can’t see Lucy watching me. I know she’s still there; otherwise, I would have heard the sound of the chair. Time passes, and I can make out Alexia’s steady breathing. My mind is too agitated, and it’s starting to annoy me. I sigh heavily, admitting defeat.

- "I can’t sleep," I mutter, rubbing my eye.

- "And then you wonder why I’m still here," she jokes.

- "It’s not funny," I sigh, sitting up.

- "Stay in bed. Curfew has passed."

- "Am I allowed to go to the bathroom?"

She sighs but lets me go. I make sure not to take too long so she doesn’t get impatient. I wash my hands before returning to bed under her watchful eyes.

- "What are you going to do during your vacation?" I murmur.

- "Talking won’t help you fall asleep," she says, annoyed.

- "It might help."

- "No, it just distracts you. We’ll have plenty of time to talk when I take you home tomorrow."

- "You’re taking me to the airport?"

- "Yes, Ona."

- "Cool. I prefer it when it’s you."

- "Don’t get any ideas. It’s just because I’m leaving at the same time as you."

- "Hmm."

I smile even though she can’t see it. Even if it’s the truth, I don’t care about the reasons. I just focus on the fact that she’s the one taking me home, even though she doesn’t have to. I understand now why she wanted to handle my departure reservations. I thought it was to take the burden off me.

- "Thanks," I say.

- "Okay, that’s enough. You’re starting to annoy me by being so awake. If you talk again, I’m really going to make you run laps. Am I clear!?"

- "Oh, come on, calm down," I grumble. "I’ll sleep."

- "I hope so. Goodnight."

- "Goodnight..."

I smile as I finally turn my back to her. I try now to clear my head and pretend she’s not there. This last solution seems to work this time because I finally feel myself drifting off.

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laura1633 · 4 months

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i am a hoe for how you write omega max especially and the way charles is so gentle and affirming to him. absolutely feeding the praise kink!

i also think about when they have a third person involved in a heat (lowkey cant remember who was an omega oops) to help them out literally every day and AHHHHHHH i would love more thoughts lol

Haha thank you 😃, oh I love Omega Max too and I love the way Charles praises him and looks after him.

I am in the middle of writing a little bit of an omegaverse threesome at the moment. There's a very rough first draft of a section below the cut but essentially Charles has to trust another alpha to look after his omega until he can get back to him. Cue two adoring alphas being sweet and praising Max throughout his heat. Please ignore the roughness and errors in this passage 😂

As the bedroom door flies open and Charles comes hurtling in Max starts whining and reaching out for his alpha. It’s only Oscar’s quick reflexes that mean he manages to get a tight enough grip on the omega’s hips to keep them settled on his knot.

“I’m here. I’m here. Don’t move” Charles clambers into the nest and immediately brings his lips to Max’s, the alpha completely unconcerned that his omega is currently perched on someone else’s lap.

“Thank you so much” Charles looks genuinely relived as he smiles at Oscar, “I mean it. Thank you”

“Thats… yeah that…” Oscar can’t really process what he is trying to say because he never thought he would be in a scenario where an alpha is thanking him for knotting their omega. Their hot beautiful omega that smells of summertime and giggles and purrs so loudly when they are happy, “sorry about…” Oscar nods down to where his body is currently connected to Max.

“That’s okay” Charles’ voice is soft and smooth as he soothes his hand over Max’s jaw,“You feel good Max?”

Max nods his head and smiles awkwardly. He seems shy all of sudden but is still purring happily as he wiggles his hips and settles back down on to Oscar’s knot.

“I bet you’ve been so good for Oscar haven’t you?” Charles coos, he looks genuinely proud. Or wildly in love. Actually, Oscar determines that it is a mixture of the two, “Has he been good?”

“Oh” Oscar realises Charles has diverted his attention back towards him, “Oh he’s been so good. So pretty” It’s Oscar’s turn to blush a little. He’s managed to put on the strong in-control alpha act for as long as Max needed it to feel settled but now with Charles in the room Oscar guesses he doesn’t need to take charge anymore. It’s a relief, his heart is hammering in his chest and he’s just glad he’s managed to keep Max happy and in one piece. It felt very much like he’d been left in charge of some precious irreplaceable cargo.

“Did you hear that baby?” Charles’ smile widens, “Oscar said how pretty you are. What do you say to Oscar?”

“Thank you” Max bites his lip and smiles. He looks so different to when he’s climbing out of the car and pumping his fist in the air, there’s a rosy glow to his cheeks as he glances between the two alphas. Oscar's always been fond of Max, much like anyone who spends any real time with the omega but now he thinks he truly understands why Charles is madly in love, Max is special in ways he couldn't even have begun to imagine.

#laura1633 mature asks #Lestappen omegaverse

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openphrase123 · 2 months

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woop woop new inutile update

as much as i know this fic is a LONG HAUL fic. i do not dilly dally. i like to get into the meat of things pretty quickly. so here's some MEAT!!!

also, this week's chapter has a piece of CUT CONTENT??? i wanted to make this scene work so hard in this chapter. but then literally Everything in this little drabble below was covered by a handful of different scenes later in the fic, and done better. and then i wrote the housemaiden population's Attitude towards siffrin different so this is kind of out of theme now

but i also didn't want to delete it? there are a couple jokes i like and it's cute.

so here you gooooooo - ! this can be read either before or after the chapter on ao3, either works. and no content warnings for it as far as i know

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A distraction would be nice.

There are a few clubs and activities outside of classes that you’ve been interested in. The most interesting one to you is a romance book club. Surely if you read enough of those kinds of books, you’ll start to look around for a bonding partner of your own, right? That’s why you haven’t done it yet. You just don’t know the steps. If you see examples, it’ll get you thinking about it!

And that’s an easy Change!

You walk into the library and see a few Housemaidens chattering over a little table together. The librarian listens in and leans over to offer their own opinion once in a while, but other than that it’s a very private affair. You approach the table, shy.

“You were Housemaiden Mirabelle, weren’t you?” One of the older Housemaidens gets up and shakes both of your hands. “The one from Dormont?”

“Yes!” You’re already nervous. Great job. “Do you mind if I sit in on your book club?”

“We’re reading something a bit mature,” says a very tall Housemaiden with a flashy set of bonding earrings, “but you’re welcome to try it, if you’re not squeamish.”

Oh. Hm. That makes the club feel less exciting, actually. But!! You don’t want to be rude, so you sit down anyway. If you don’t like it, you can just not come back the next time.

“This is what we were reading, this week!!” The youngest Housemaiden at the table pushes a heavy anthology at you. When you were told mature, you were expecting a paperback with a wet, shirtless man on the cover, but this one has a dark brocade pattern carved into a very high quality hardback.

“Oh…!” You inspect the book further. The edges of the pages are painted, so the book looks lightless when it’s shut. The inside shows a bunch of short stories, all centered around a different ghost or monster. Lots of five-dollar words in there! But even with a brief skim, the stories are all pretty interesting. And gory! Every chapter has intense title illustrations, all pen and ink, brooding.

Oh, oops! There’s the mature part, in all its illustrated glory! You flip the page quickly.

… You un-flip it curiously. Is that a werewolf?

“I’m surprised she hasn’t left yet,” the older Housemaiden whispers as you flip through, “you didn’t start her out easy.”

The tall Housemaiden hums at you. “Getting scarred for life over there?”

No? It’s actually pretty interesting. You… don’t like how these Housemaidens are looking at you, though. It’s like you’re about to be eaten alive. If they’re trying to be welcoming, it’s not working too well. But you did kind of crash their meeting… maybe you’re being rude. Is it more rude to leave now, or to wait until you’ve given them a fair shake?

Okay. Your chest is all tight up. Did you forget to take your medication today? Is that why you’re overthinking this? Don’t panic, don’t read into this situation, just excuse yourself and leave. It’s easy to leave!!

…

It’s not easy to leave!! They’re all looking at you like they want to smack you with hammers…!

A loud thud next to you interrupts your spiral. You swivel your head to check, and…

Ugh, it’s Housemaiden Traveler. Now you have a headache, too.

The taller Housemaiden also seems to be put off by them. “Um, can we help you?”

“I’m also here for the book club.” Housemaiden Traveler folds their hands on the table. “I would like one (1) book, please.”

Wordlessly, the youngest Housemaiden scoots the big book from your hands to Housemaiden Traveler’s. They stare at it vacantly.

“What does the front say?”

The tall Housemaiden sighs. “We’re not going to read it for you.”

They stare blankly at the other Housemaidens before realizing they’re serious. He looks down at the book without any recognition. Cautiously, they crack open the book and immediately shut it closed again. Oh no… did he turn to the werewolf illustration first? That’s a hard sell!

“I don’t like that book.”

“Then you won’t like the rest of our books, either.” The tall Housemaiden pulls the book away from Housemaiden Traveler. “Do we need to make the flyers more explicit? That this is specifically about horror and monsterbonding stories?”

“Your flyers were mostly about the romance,” you admit.

“… Wait.” The older Housemaiden points to the bulletin board with all the event flyers. “Were those flyers for our group, or for the club that gets here in half an hour?”

Oh.

You did come early, that’s right…!

“Wrong club, then.” Housemaiden Traveler gets up out of their seat and scuttles off. You watch them leave. Were they really trying to come to the romance book club, too? He doesn’t look the type…

Once they’re out of view, the other three Housemaidens explode into laughter.

“Can you believe him?”

“Oh Change, I’m sorry, tiny one,” the tall Housemaiden pats you on the shoulder. “That’s what it looks like when someone’s not up to speed. You’re obviously fine.”

“Here, actually, if you like that one - "

You’re shown more books, of varying intensities. You’re the most interested in the horror anthologies, but the parts where the hero bonds with the monsters are fun too! It’s too bad there aren’t any monsters around you could bond with. Then you might be interested. Or maybe you wouldn’t. Maybe it’s fun because it’s not real.

As everyone continues to pile recommendations onto you, you look over your shoulder. Housemaiden Traveler stays at the door. Watching your group. You both exchange a look. He gives you a thumbs-up.

That was… strangely nice of them. To take the fall for you. Since they wouldn’t be… affected by it. Right? That feels right. Why do you think that?

Either way, you’re probably not going to come to this exact book club again. It’s not like you want to be friends with people who aren’t so welcoming to newcomers. And this wasn’t even the club you were looking for in the first place! But… at least you got bailed out of one awkward conversation.

… Bailed out? By who? Mirabelle, you need to give yourself more credit! You did that all on your own. Nobody else is even in the library, who would have bailed you out?

#isat #if you read the cut content first you'll be sucker punched by the actual chapter #if you read it second it'll be a cute little balm from the chapter #choose your own experience >:3

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nightlydream · 1 year

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Potions for Brains

Curly wisps of ginger bounce around with each movement. An emerald gaze that narrows with focus. Pale skin speckled thoroughly. And the tip of a tongue poked out the corner of plump pink lips as he ever so precisely poured some ingredient into his cauldron. Oh how absolutely adorable he was. Garreth Weasley.

“You're staring again,” Poppy’s cheerful and playfully teasing tone broke your infatuated gazing. Warmth fills your cheeks turning them nearly as red as the Gryffindor robes that your previous focus dawned.

“I was not. I was simply curious what unruly concoction he’s brewing today,” you defensively argued with the slightest of huffs. Poppy’s warm brown eyes rolled with a light snicker and shake of her head.

“As if you don’t ogle him every time we have potions or see him in the halls. You have fallen mad for him! If he wasn’t so oblivious to anything other than his potion making he would be just as aware as the rest of us.”

As much as you would try to deny your interest in the chaos causing, potion obsessed gryffindor you truly couldn’t hide it. And Poppy was quite right, Weasly was much too preoccupied with his potions to notice, but not the rest of Hogwarts. Even Imelda Reyes had begun making remarks about losing the contents of her stomach if she had to witness all these

“bloody lovey-dovey bollocks” as she’d put it, into the next term.

With a deep sigh as you stirred your potion, and a glance toward him once more you finally responded to Poppy with a shakiness.

“I-I suppose I could ask for some potions tutoring. My grades haven’t been faring well as of late.” Poppy’s features light up and grow nearly as big as those of a mooncalf in response and she gleefully squeals, earning an abundance of confused glances and a stern scolding from Professor Sharp.

- - -

Class had gone as smoothly as any potions course with Garreth did, ending with an abrupt explosion, points from Gryffindor, and turning in one's potion (if it survived). The only difference being a light pressure to your back sending you in the direction of some slightly tinged ginger curls. Catching yourself, having nearly bumped into the back of the wielder of those curls, with rose tinted cheeks you toss a glare over your shoulder at a very pleased and excited Poppy.

Bump!

“Oops pardon me! I didn’t see you there!” For a moment your eyes are like saucers, did you have an invisibility potion on hand, or maybe you could transfigure yourself into something like a mouse to scurry out of the situation with great haste. To your utter panic it was far too late for either scenario, those emerald gems for irises had already landed upon you.

“No n-no! It was my fault! I-My apologies!” Bollocks you couldn’t seem to even apologize without stumbling over each word, not when his gaze and proximity was making your heart hammer into your chest like some sort of enchantment for blacksmiths. Taking a step back to allow yourself breathing room, you take one slow deep breath, knitting your clammy fingers behind your back. Try as you might, you can’t force your eyes up to meet him, so you settle for gazing upon his cauldron.

“Oh!” Garreth suddenly lets out, raising a pale and broad hand to rub the back of his neck with a dry chuckle.

“That was a minor inconvenience. A slight setback. I am still the finest potions crafter wizard kind has yet to see!” His confidence was just as unwavering as ever it would seem, but it brought a slight smile to your face, it seems to spark some courage and confidence within you, to move forward with your plan.

“Actually, I’m quite aware of your potion skills. I actually approached you in hopes of acquiring some tutoring in the subject. I’ll admit my skills are quite lacking in comparison.” In truth your potions skills were quite average, when your mind wasn’t captivated by mapping each individual freckle on Weasley’s cheek and fantasizing about kissing each one. However Garreth, like many Gryffindors had a lot of confidence, maybe too much at times, so an assured method of gaining their attention and/or companionship was to feed their egos.

It’s as if the sparks and embers from his earlier mishap seem to flicker in his eyes with your words, fueling his confidence even more.

“Well you have come to the right potioneer for the job! I will have you brewing Eduras and Sleeping Drought with as much ease as a seventh year casting Lumos, you’ll see!” His smile stretched so gleefully across his features with the slightest of dimples cupping the ends ever so favorably. Oh how you that smile encouraged one of your own, and filled your chest with so much warmth. And all the while the smoke scented fifth year was oblivious to having basically cast Incendio on your heart.

- - -

“EEEEEEEEeeeee!” Garreth’s frame was sent almost face first into the bubbling cauldron before him by a sudden weight that landed upon his shoulders following the contagious sound of unbridled enthusiasm. With an amused chuckle and smile of recognition adorning him, he turned to look at your beaming features.

“I made top marks in potions! All thanks to you! I even overheard Professor Sharp commending my improvement to Professor Hecat nearing the corridor!” Your eyes seemed to shimmer in the afternoon sunshine, your warm arms wrapped ever so comfortably around his broad shoulders. For once those always confident and unwavering emeralds weren’t solely focused on potions and ingredients, they gazed upon you, with such affection.

“Congratulations! Though it shouldn’t be a surprise. It was I, Garreth Weasley who tutored you.” His voice vibrated in his chest, beneath your arms, it was an odd sensation but you found it enjoyable. Yet another reason for your desire to be close to him, to press your head to his chest and not only feel those vibrations better but to listen to his heart. Did it beat like yours did, as fast or as loud?

“Sweetheart? Are you ok? You’ve gone unusually quiet on me.” His voice had softened, still just as happy and uplifting as was to be expected of him, but it held a concern that he rarely demonstrated unless one of his potion catastrophes had actually injured someone. A shiver overtakes you and your face that was sat undeniably close to his became feverish.

“A-actually, I have something I must admit…,” Unconsciously you grip his robes as your hands begin to shake. To your utter bewilderment, calloused fingers from endless ingredient harvesting and cauldron scrubbing slides over your own, giving it a gentle but firm squeeze. Meeting those reassuring gem-like eyes for a moment, you take a deep breath before slamming them closed as tightly as Professor Black’s office and finally blurting out what has been festering in your chest for the past year and life altering last few weeks.

“I didn’t actually approach you in potions because I needed assistance. I actually was pretty ordinary before. The truth is I have been utterly and madly infatuated with you for over a year! I adore everything about you from your unruly phoenix feather curl to the positively precious way your laugh gives you this huge smile that brightens every little detail of your face, like the slightly darker freckles that hide amongst the rest. Everything about you has driven my heart into a bloody frenzy… And this time with you, our late night study session and potion cleanups, have only solidified my affections toward you… so is there any possibility you have feelings for anything other than your potions?”

There was a pause, the only sound reaching your ears being your thunderous heart, the light breeze from the open window of the empty potions classroom offering little relief to your inflamed cheeks. Then a familiar rough hand touches one of said cheeks. Darting your eyes open faster than Imelda on a broom, you are met with a bright almost blinding smile and a gleaming green gaze.

“That confession was very Gryffindor of you, sweetheart. I knew I was loved by many but hearing such adoration come from those sweet lips has caught me by surprise,” his tone was as teasing and light-hearted as usual and almost broke your heart. It was as if you hadn’t just bore your heart and soul to him! Before you could fully retract yourself from his touch he used his other hand to grasp one of your arms that were just wrapped around him to pull you back.

Pulling your face closer his long awaited plump pink lips met yours. Soft, not like clouds but instead like a soft cake, and warm as if fresh from the oven. Your lips moved together, gently at first, and slowly, but then the kiss became more intense and pulled the air straight from your lungs, his tongue having found its way to meet yours. Then he abruptly pulled away, his previous smile nothing compared to the extremely cocky and obviously thrilled toothy grin that enveloped his every feature.

“How could I not have feelings for you sweetheart? It became so blatantly clear when I could no longer focus on even my most brilliant potion ideas in your presence… So now that that small matter has been established, would you mind assisting me in an inspired new brew I’ve been developing?”

Lightly bumping your nose with his own after returning some air into your depleted lungs you laughed lightly and pecked his lip.

“Blimey, those concoctions of yours truly are the clear path to your heart… And yes of course.” Your smile and his both light up the dark potions room as your love for each other is solidified and your love for potions continues to grow.

#garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy #fluff #x reader #one shot

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sam-glade · 1 year

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Missing home

For @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt: #FFF205 Where the Flowers grow.

Characters: Ianim, Lissan Setting: Sunblessed Realm WC: 820 CW: -

Context: a couple of months after Lissan moved to the city, near the beginning of Days of Dusk 2

Look, I know this is asking for a flowery, poetic scene, but… I want to write my usual cosy slice of life vignettes when I’m not working on novel-length projects. Also, this turned out much sweeter and fluffier than I intended. Oops.

“So, how are you finding Redguard?” Ianim asked, watching Lissan with polite curiosity.

Lissan stretched an arm over the iron-wrought back of the weathered bench and looked around the small square. It was carved out of a corner of a limestone townhouse, on the eastern side of the river. A lush lilac bush sprawled in the middle of a paved circle, with four benches surrounding it. Ianim took a seat on an adjacent bench.

“It’s… fine.” Lissan’s tone was too guarded.

Ianim leant in, resting his elbows on his knees, and clasped his hands.

“But?” he prompted.

“You know what it looked like back home. Green fields, green orchards, green woods. And here, everything is brick and stone. It’s… weird.”

Ianim smiled gently.

“Missing home?”

“A bit, yeah.” Lissan shrugged. “But that’s not what I meant. I’ve got a trip planned next month. It’s just– It would be nice to find a place here that feels a little bit more like home. To go to on a whim, you know?”

Ianim tilted his head, going over the list of landmarks that Redguard had to offer.

“You haven’t had a chance to explore the city, have you?”

~*~

On Sunday morning, Ianim left his horse in the pavilion near the entrance to the park, tipping the stablehand probably more than was customary. Lissan arrived on foot less than ten minutes later, wearing the uniform, although he carried the coatee in his hands. Ianim didn’t blame him, it was already a hot day. He pointed Lissan towards the tall gate crowned with an iron arch, and they delved into the park at a leisurely pace.

They kept to the side of the wide path lined with orange and pink tulips, while horses trotted past them down the middle. Ianim looked after the riders, his attention briefly caught by a beautiful yellow and blue habit worn by a woman roughly his age. He enjoyed watching the people even more than admiring the blooming trees and bushes.

There were multiple Swords in the park, their grey uniform standing out against the shades of green. Groups of friends from different divisions, or couples – often with one person in uniform, one in civilian attire – sat on picnic blankets, around wicker baskets loaded with sweet and savoury snacks. At a bench near a drinking fountain, an older man was gently tapping small hammers on the strings of a battered dulcimer.

As Ianim guided Lissan towards the arboretum, he refrained from pointing out some of the rarer plants. The ones that were imported from the Sovanese League or from across the Sunset Strait. The ones that were brought by envoys, to celebrate newly-forged relations. The camphor tree planted personally by an ambassador almost seventy years ago. The blue cypress that was gifted to the First Prince because of its colour. He shook his head, reassuring himself that exotic trees certainly wouldn’t remind Lissan of home.

“So? Tell me about this place?” Lissan said, making Ianim jump, and snorted at the reaction.

“What would you like to know?”

“Just… there’s got to be something special about it. You wouldn’t like it so much otherwise.”

Protests died on Ianim’s lips, and he felt his cheeks flush. Yes, he adored the nooks and crannies of the arboretum, but this outing wasn’t for him.

“You’re right,” he admitted. “In a way, it’s a collection to commemorate various events. A lot of the trees were brought from abroad…”

Soon, encouraged gently by Lissan, he found himself summarising the trip across the Inner Sea with his Grandfather, when he was in his teens. How they were given small saplings, and how Grandfather allowed Ianim to plant them during a toned down ceremony.

Lissan let him talk. He enjoyed it, by the looks of it, and only that stopped Ianim from feeling bad about making it all about himself. Again.

He pointed Lissan to the nearest bench and took a seat, stretching his legs.

“I’m sorry,” he said once his excitement waned.

“Huh? What for?” Lissan asked, sitting next to him.

“This… isn’t what you were looking for, is it?”

“Not quite,” Lissan said with an easy shrug. “But it was fun.”

Ianim nodded his thanks.

“Can you tell me what exactly you’re after?”

Lissan leant back and looked around, his eyes scanning the space above people’s heads and smaller bushes, as if he was trying to see the horizon – impossible, of course, since townhouses surrounded the park on all sides.

“I think it's only just occurred to me. Everything in Redguard is so deliberate. Even here, for every tree someone’s made a decision to plant it in that spot.” He scanned the area again, his expression wistful. “I think what I really miss is knowing that sometimes a tree sprouts where the seed fell. That there isn’t a good reason why poppies or cornflowers grow where they do. Sometimes, it’s that simple.”

~*~

Days of Dusk taglist (please message me to +/-): @acertainmoshke @another-white-hole @poetinprose

#snippet #days of dusk #fff205 #flash fiction friday #my writing #writeblr #writing #writers of tumblr

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hollysoda · 2 years

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HOT TAKES ON THE NEWLY LEAKED SV POKÉDEX

I didn’t mean to see the leaks but I’m wayyy too curious oops. I’m trying to judge these evenly because the pictures we have of the unannounced Pokémon are low quality but I will review this when the game releases!

This post obviously contains spoilers so be warned!!!!

Overall I think the starters are pretty cool! Meowscarada owns my heart and soul I love it’s design soooo much. I never cared if it was bipedal or not and although I would’ve preferred a badass bipedal lynx I’m so happy with what we’ve got (ITS A MAGICIAN GUYS!!!! A MAGICAL CAT!!!). Quaquaval is also really cool, especially the colours omg. I just wish it was a pirate or sailor because as far as I’m aware we don’t really have a pirate inspired Pokémon (also we’ve had two skinny water types in two generations, huh). Skeledirge is probably the most disappointing. A lot of people were correct in predicting a skeletal ghost crocodile but the execution of the final design is just awkward?? I hope when I see it in game my opinion is changed because Fuecoco deserves the world.

The regional(?) birds look kinda boring (they actually look kinda like Tailow and Swellow) but I’m comparing them to how cool Corviknight looked so it’s a little unfair. Their names are super cool though

Nymble and Lokix are not my favourite regional bugs but I guess I just prefer cuter bug friends

Squawkabilly are interesting. When they were snuck into one of the trailers I hoped they’d evolve into a proper Elvis-like bird so I could name one Kass but nope it’s just got different colours which I guess is kinda cool?

Lechonk,,, what did they do to my boy,,,

We don’t need anymore spider Pokémon - sincerely, an arachnophobe

I’m sorry but what the hell is going on with Pawmi. It just stands up and gets taller as it evolves with barely any design changes??? Like come on what’s the point on having it evolve three times if it’s barely going to change.

Smoliv on the other hand was done justice. Dollive is SUPER cute and it’s final unnamed evo is fine but it’s kinda hard to tell what’s going on. If I wasn’t choosing Sprigatito I’d have one on my team

Haha they put Minecraft in Pokémon and it’s really fucking uncanny how much Naclistack looks like a Minecraft pig

DACHSBUN MY BELOVED!!! SHES SO CUTE I WANT I WANT I WANT!!! Maschiff and Mabosschiff are fine ig and Houndstone is also fine but goddamn that is one big ass chin, could be a lot cuter. Also why the hell do we have so many dogs (not complaining)

Flittle and Espartha look like Lady Gaga and I can’t decide if I like them or not . The colours are just weird

WE DID IT LADS!! WE HAVE A DOLPHIN POKÉMON!!! I won’t talk too much about Finizen’s evo because I can’t tell what it actually is but Finizen is 🥺

Gimmighoul is a Neil Cicirega lookin ass or something straight out of Invader Zim, same with it’s weird evo

So glad everyone was right in thinking the engine on Team Star’s big car was a Pokémon and honestly I think it’s design is really cool! We haven’t had a mechanical Pokémon like this since KlingKlang and it’s a big step up

Tadbulb 🥺 the name itself makes me love it. I’m really considering Bellibolt for my team and naming it Jello

Cetoddle is just a silly little friend d’aww (I still don’t really care for it’s evo though)

Tinkatink, Tinkatuff and Tinkaton literally look like those AI generated Fakemon but they’re kinda cute, especially Tinkaton with its big ass hammer?? Definitely considering for my team

Dondozo looks like a Water Temple boss from a Zelda game

We also finally get a dung beetle Pokémon and it evolves into a godlike scarab beetle which is just *chefs kiss*

That’s literally a bush?? What fucking designer at Gamefreak said “oh yeah let’s make a Grass/Ghost type and make it a literally patch of brambles. Call it Bramblin.”

“We finally get a Grass/Fire type” 😄

“It’s Scovillain” 🫤

THATS LITERALLY JUST A LAWN FLAMINGO???? COME ON GAMEFREAK I WANTED A COOL FLAMINGO FLAMENCO DANCER FOR THIS REGION

I have no clue what Glimmet and it’s evo are meant to be but cool colours

I will hold Charcadet gently in my hands for he is my son

I remember someone saying that they thought the mouse Pokémon snuck into the trailer were placeholders for a model that wasn’t complete yet but nope. It’s just a cluster of mice. They’re still kinda cute though

Shroodle??? SHROODLE??????? WHAT IS HE???? A SCRUNKLE??????

Why is Wugtrio pink? Dudes looking even more phallic than he already did

Everyone gangsta until the Tentacool starts walking. Toedscool and Toedscruel are low-key kinda cool tho

Orthworm is a big ass fucking worm and I can respect that

I’m assuming that Bombirdier is one of those baby delivering cranes but instead of delivering babies it drops bombs??? That’s kinda cool. It’s like that one white angry bird

What even is Veluza I don’t even know

Sushi Pokémon?? Aw hell yeah (I don’t like sushi)

I’m gonna assume that the Arbolovia line is our psuedo line and yeah I can vibe with that. Ice/Dragon is a sick type combo and Baxcalibur looks awesome. Another consideration for my team

I’m also going to assume that Anihilape is some sort of Primeape evo? Or alternate evo? He looks feral and I love it

I want to hold Clodsire like a burger 😭

They finally did it. They gave Dunsparce an evolution. And it fucking sucks

Bisharp is honestly one of the coolest gen 5 Pokémon and I’m so happy it gets a new evolution!! Dude looks badass

I’ll stop there since the rest of the Pokemon either have already been revealed, are alternate forms or unnamed and besides I’ve been through loads already so I can’t be bothered

Overall opinion: yeah this Gen isn’t great. I wasn’t wowed by all the designs like how I was when SWSH came out. My favourites are Meowscarada, Quaquaval, Dachsbun, Dolliv and Baxcalibur and that’s pretty much it for the new Pokémon shown in the leaks. Gamefreak missed out on a lot of cool design opportunities and instead chose the lazier route (and I’m usually not one of those Pokémon fans that scream at Gamefreak for cutting corners but I will admit it’s kinda shit)

Well done if you read this far lmao

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon leaks #pokemon scarlet and violet leaks #pokemon scarlet and violet spoilers #spoilers #pokemon spoilers

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aramblingjay · 2 years

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Ok for the WIP ask…I kinda want to know about all of them but I’ll narrow it down to two.

2. 3am phone call

3. De aged Geralt

Thanks!!

♥️

Thank you for the ask!! ❤️

1. 3am phone call has just the first couple lines of story written, so I’m not entirely sure where it’s going yet. But basically, it’s modern AU established Geraskier, and Geralt calls Jaskier one night at 3am because something has gone terribly wrong. What thing? No idea yet oops.

Here’s a snippet!

Geralt calls him at three in the morning, and Jaskier picks up before he’s even fully awake, heart hammering in his chest.

“Geralt, is everything okay?” he asks, dread crawling up his spine.

“Need you here,” rasps the voice on the other side. It’s Geralt but also not Geralt, small and shaky and hollowed-out.

Jaskier gives himself fifteen seconds to throw on clothes, and then he runs.

2. Deaged!Geralt is Geralt getting deaged to a kid while traveling with Jaskier. He’s aged down to right after he’s gone through the additional mutations, but before he’s started properly training as a Witcher (I haven’t read the books yet so I’m not sure if that fits with the actual timeline of how the Trials work), so those are the only memories he has. My hope is to explore the trauma of Geralt’s childhood through the way his younger self acts and talks. Hurt comfort is my jam, so hopefully there’ll be plenty of that too.

Here’s a snippet!

The kid approaches carefully, as though he’s waiting for Jaskier to strike. His head comes up to just below Jaskier’s armpit, not even quite the shoulder. If the situation wasn’t so fucked, Jaskier might have thought to be amused by the absurdity of it all. The kid presses the tip of the dagger to Jaskier’s wrist, and lets out a huff when his skin doesn’t immediately start to sizzle and burn.

“Happy?” Jaskier asks, proud that his voice doesn’t shake even a little.

The kid doesn’t re-sheath his dagger but he lowers it away from Jaskier’s skin, and that’s a start.

Jaskier shrugs off his doublet and tries to wrap it around the kid’s shoulders—it’s chilly, even for a Witcher. A knot forms in his stomach when the kid flinches as he reaches out, but Jaskier just adds it to his mental list of things to deal with much later and holds the doublet out instead.

#ask #geraskier

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lxvislxdy · 3 years

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Shotgun Kisses | Bakugou Katsuki

Notes: thank you all for the requests and the love on my Bakugou x stoner!reader au!! for those of you who haven’t, you’ll want to read that first as it will serve as a part one to this. i apologize for the delay in posting this, it’s finals week and i’ve been so busy! this turned out a little longer than i expected... oops? anyways, let me know what else you want to see from me, or from this au, my requests are open!! again, thank you, i love you all! enjoy!

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: It’s no secret amongst your friends that Bakugou is overprotective of you, and has a hard time keeping his hands to himself, especially when he’s high. But sometimes, his overprotective nature and jealousy becomes too much, and he says things he doesn’t mean.

quirkless!college!au

Warning(s): this fic is 18+!!! obvious recreational drug use, language, and some nsfw content. If you are underage, this fic is not for you!

It had become a running joke amongst your friends that you were corrupting your boyfriend, Bakugou. And from the outside looking in, maybe you were. Of course, they only knew the half of it.

But nonetheless, it was true that a year ago, before he met you, he wouldn’t have been caught dead getting high in Denki and Sero’s apartment, much less lighting a bowl for the pretty girl sitting in his lap.

It was still a rare occasion that Bakugou got high with you, and it never failed to give you butterflies, the way he looked at you when he did.

“What are you staring at, hm?” He asked lowly, eyes drooping lowly, as you blew smoke from your lips.

You giggled softly, already feeling the effects of the drug. “You.”

The corner of Bakugou’s mouth quirked up into a smug grin, but you didn’t miss the light blush across his cheeks at your comment.

“C’mon, lovebirds, don’t hog the smoke!” Sero called from the couch, where he was slouched lazily, shoulder to shoulder with Mina and Denki.

“Yeah, it’s bad enough you stole y/n from us, Bakugou, the least you can do is share!” Denki whined, and the rest of your friends burst into laughter.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, raising the bowl to his mouth once more. “Fuck you.”

He took another hit before passing the bowl to Kirishima, leaning forward to kiss you as he exhaled. You inhaled the smoke, lips brushing against his. Bakugou’s arms tightened around your waist, tugging you closer to him and into another kiss.

Kissing Bakugou high was an altogether different experience from when he was sober. Though he’d never admit it, your boyfriend could be a little shy when it came to PDA. But when he got high, it was nearly impossible to keep him off of you. Not that you were complaining, of course.

You pulled back for air, and Bakugou began trailing kisses along your jaw and to your neck.

“Jirou, kick Denki off aux, I wanna listen to something good!” You called to your purple haired friend.

The two of you grinned, laughing as Denki called out, “Rude!”

“Hey, that tickles!” You scrunch up your nose, laughing as Bakugou kisses feather-light across your jaw. You can feel his lips curl into a smirk before he pulls back, looking at you through glossy eyes.

You lean back, arms around his neck and fingers running through the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Bakugou watches you as your eyes travel over his face, admiring the way he looks in the low light of the room, illuminated by old fairy lights the boys had hung above the couch. You follow the shape of his brow, past his narrowed eyes and down the curve of his nose, before landing on his lips.

“You’re s’pretty, Kats,” Your voice is barely a whisper, and you’re surprised he hears it.

He huffs out a laugh, pulling you back to him by the collar of your shirt. “Dork,” He teases, kissing you lightly. Against your lips, he mutters, “I think you’re the pretty one in this relationship.”

Your heart skips a beat, cheeks flushing, and the next thing you know, Bakugou’s hands are in your hair and he’s sliding his tongue into your mouth. The conversations carrying on around you, and the music, all turn into white noise as Bakugou steals all of your attention. His lips are soft against yours, a stark comparison to his usual gruff attitude, but the way his hands come down to squeeze your thighs reminds you just who you’re dealing with.

You’re brought back to earth by a wolf whistle from Sero, and a pillow hitting the back of your head.

“Jeez, get a room, you two! It’s like the beginning of a cheap porno in here.” Mina cackles.

You erupt into a fit of giggles, ignoring the disapproving reply your boyfriend growls out. “C’mon, Mina, we’re anything but cheap.” You retort, resulting in another fit of giggles.

You grab Bakugou’s hand and give it a gentle squeeze, knowing he was annoyed that you’d been interrupted. He sighs, squeezing back, and you learn your head onto his shoulder.

The conversation turns to some show you hadn’t seen, everyone forgetting the moment between you and Bakugou, and you find yourself slowly drifting to sleep on his shoulder.

“Baby,” His mouth is right next to your ear, voice low.

“Hm?” You hum, not opening your eyes.

“Go to the kitchen, or the bathroom, or something.” He says.

You furrow your brows, confused, “What?”

“I dunno, just make up something, and I’ll meet you in five minutes.” He huffs, impatiently.

You groan, burying yourself further into his neck. “’Suki, m’tired.”

“Y/n.”

His tone makes your stomach flip, eyes shooting open. You know that voice.

You pull back, blinking up at him sleepily as he smirks at you. “Okay.”

He plants a kiss on your cheek, just beside your ear, muttering, “Good girl.”

Your cheeks flush in embarrassment, as you stand, and he laughs lightly at how easily he can make you blush.

“Where ya goin’, y/n?” Kirishima asks, just before you can make it out of the room.

“Bathroom,” You call over your shoulder, hoping you don’t sound suspicious.

The next few minutes feel much longer than they are, as you duck into the bathroom connected to Denki’s room. It’s cleaner than normal, probably because Bakugou had come over last week and forced then to clean. He cared, in his own brash, Bakugou way.

You learned against the sink, taking in your appearance in the mirror, as you waited. Your eyes were heavy, glassy and slightly red, and there was the unmistakable beginnings of a bruise on your neck from Bakugou. You leaned your head back to get a better look, laughing lightly. That was gonna turn into a gnarly hickey tomorrow.

You’re startled by your phone ringing from your pocket, but before you can answer it Bakugou has barged in and is pushing you back against the door, lips on yours. Whoever is calling is quickly forgotten as Bakugou kisses you roughly, wandering hands all over you, and thigh pressed between your legs.

You gasp slightly, mumbling his name into the kiss. His kisses are sloppier than normal, his shoulders relaxed with no trace of their normal tension. Bakugou’s hands, bigger and stronger than your own, find their way under your shirt.

“Kats,” You breathe out, when he finally lets you up for air. “Now?”

“Need you.” He groans into your neck, placing carefully targeted kisses and rubbing circles into your hip with his thumb. He knows you, probably too well, and knows just how to get what he wants.

You sigh, but before you can say something logical, he’s kissing you again.

“C’mon,” He says, in between kisses. “Those idiots are on another planet right now, they’ll never notice we’re gone.”

You doubt that, but with the way Bakugou’s pressing his hips into yours, and kissing you like it’s the air he needs to breathe, you’re hard pressed to deny him. Besides, everything has settled into a hazy fog now, and you’re not worried much about what the others will think.

He knows he’s got you, now, if his smirk is anything to go by. Bakugou starts to lead you backwards, opening the door opposite you with his free hand, his other on the small of your back. Your legs hit the edge of a bed, and Bakugou catches you before you can fall, lowering you down gently. He’s standing in between your parted legs, one hand cupping your jaw and thumb rubbing across your bottom lip. Your heart is hammering in your chest, breathing heavy. Lazily, you tug on the bottom of his shirt, and he pulls away to strip off the t-shirt. You watch, shamelessly entranced by the way his muscles ripple across his abs and chest. You’re struck again by just how attractive your boyfriend was.

Bakugou catches you staring, a smug grin spreading across his lips, and leans down. He rests his arms on either side of your head, caging you in, and is close enough that the tips of your noses touch. You feel your cheeks begin to heat up, but you refuse to back down from his stare.

“You’re not very subtle, y/n.” He says, eyes searching yours.

“Don’t have t’be,” You tell him, breathlessly, “You’re all mine.”

He grins, planting a teasing kiss at the corner of your mouth. “Damn right I am.”

He kisses the other side of your mouth, just shy of your lips, and you pout.

“What’re pouting for, hm?”

“Kiss me!”

He leans back and looks at you, feigning innocence. “I am kissing you, baby.”

“Katsuki!” You whine, struggling to get your arms around his neck.

He chuckles at your feeble attempt, clearly amused by how easily he overpowers you, but gives in nonetheless. “Okay, alright.”

Bakugou’s kisses start to get more desperate, and one hand slides down to fumble with the button of your jeans. You’re brought back to earth by your phone ringing again, and you reach for it, but Bakugou grabs your wrist to stop you, placing both your hands above your head.

He holds you arms there, with one hand. “Ignore it.” He growls out, moving back to the waistband of your pants.

You start to squirm impatiently, heat pooling at your core, and Bakugou mutters out for you to stay still. You whine into his mouth, but the reality is, you aren’t going anywhere with the grip he has on you.

Bakugou slips his hand below the waistband of your pants, frustratingly close, but not quite where you need him.

Behind him, the door slams open.

“Holy shit! Fuck you guys, not in my bed!” Denki is standing at the door, hands over his eyes, though he’s still peaking through his fingers.

You cry out in surprise, Bakugou moving to cover you, even though you’re mostly still clothed.

“You guys told us to get a room!” You yell out, face hidden in Bakugou’s chest as he buttons up your pants, face dark.

“Yeah, but not my room, you little freaks!” Denki says through laughter, hand clutching his chest.

“Get out, dunce face, before I kill you!” Bakugou shouts at him, glaring harshly.

“It’s my room, dude!”

As the two boys yell at each other, your phone goes off again, and you finally pick it up to see who’s been calling you.

“I really gotta take this, it’s work. Be right back!”

If possible, Bakugou’s mood sours more as you slip out the door and down the hallway. He knows what ‘work’ means. It means your coworker, Shinsou Hitoshi, who Bakugou couldn’t stand.

Bakugou tried his best to not let his jealousy get the best of him, usually, he really did. But something about the purple-haired barista you worked with got under his skin. Whether it was his attitude, and the fact that Shinsou clearly found it funny to tick him off, or the fact the he was friends with Deku, Bakugou didn’t know. But it was no secret he disliked the guy.

Of course, he trusted you, and you’d told him time and time again that Shinsou was only a friend. But Bakugou still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten lucky enough to have you, and he wasn’t gonna let some sleep-deprived smart ass take you away from him.

“You okay, man? Your face is about as red as my hair.” Kirishima commented, having stepped in to make sure he and Denki didn’t get into it.

“Yeah, whatever,” He muttered. “I’ll be fine.”

...

The rest of the week passed by in a blur of work, and classes, and not nearly enough time left over for you two to spend together. It was nearing finals week, so whatever time you managed to spend together was mostly spent studying, anyway.

Bakugou’s mood hadn’t improved much since that day, and of course you noticed. But you hoped he would come to you with whatever was bothering him when he was ready, without you having to push.

“Spend the night?” He asked one night, after you had spent hours studying for your chemistry final.

You sighed, shaking your head, “Can’t. Tsu’s sick, so I had to pick up some of her shifts at work for the next few days. Which means I have to open tomorrow, before class.”

Bakugou huffs in annoyance, rolling his eyes. You reach out for his hand, frowning.

“Sorry, Kats. Promise I’ll spend the night as soon as finals are over, yeah?”

“Whatever.” He replied grumpily, tugging you over to him. He pulled you in for a kiss, “Sure I can’t convince you to stay?”

You sighed, kissing him instead of answering the question. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? We’ll get lunch.”

Bakugou grunts in reply, kissing you again before you really have to leave.

You break away, squeezing his hand, “You okay?”

“Mhm,” He hums, tugging you in again. “M’fine.”

It’s clearly not the truth, you know him too well, but you don’t have time to interrogate him tonight.

The next day, you’re late to lunch. Normally, even if he was annoyed, Bakugou wouldn’t say anything. What’s ten minutes, anyway? But when you walk into the cafe with Shinsou at your side, he feels the anger boil in his chest.

You’re as cheery as ever, kissing his cheek in greeting, but Bakugou’s eyes are fixed on Shinsou.

“Sorry I’m late, ‘Suki, me and Hitoshi got to talking at work and he offered to walk me here!”

“Hey man,” Shinsou says, with a nod. “How’s it going?”

Bakugou glares for a moment longer, before turning to look at you, ignoring the other man completely. “I ordered your usual for you.”

Your smile falls at Bakugou’s rudeness, glancing open-mouthed between the two men for a moment. “Katsu-”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you at work, y/n.” Shinsou says, brow quirked. He reaches over to hug you, and you say a quick goodbye.

Once he leaves, you take your seat across from Bakugou, who’s found sudden interest in the tablecloth.

“Katsuki.” You say, trying to keep your voice low, “That was rude.”

He scoffs, refusing to meet your gaze.

You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. “What’s wrong, then?”

“Nothing.” He mutters.

“That’s not true.” You say, matter-of-fact, “Something’s been bothering you for days.”

When he doesn’t reply, you continue, “I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong, love. Is it... is it me? Did I do something?”

Finally, he looks up and meets your eyes. “No.”

“Then what?” You pout, hating to see him in such a terrible mood. “Talk to me, Kats.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and despite the idle chatter that fills the cafe, this silence feels deafening.

“When did you and ‘Shitsou’ get on a first name basis?”

Your normal calm demeanor slips for a moment, a reflection of when you’d first met and snapped at Bakugou for a rude comment. “Is that what this is about? You’re jealous?” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Are you serious, Katsuki?”

Angry red eyes meet yours, and you stiffen, readying yourself for what’s to come. Instead, Bakugou says nothing.

“What, now you aren’t talking to me?” You ask in awe.

When there’s no response, your face screws up in anger, lip curling up over your teeth.

“Whatever.” You say, getting up from your seat. “Shinsou’s nice, but he’s never been anything more than a friend. I work with him, Katsuki, and I’m not going to quit my job because you don’t trust me.”

Bakugou’s eyes widen at your accusation, panicked. That wasn’t what he thought, not at all, he did trust you. “Y/n, wait-”

But you were already walking away, sending him a hurt look over your shoulder as you went. Bakugou sunk back into his seat, face falling into his hands with a groan. “Fuck.” He cursed.

He’d really messed up.

You’re halfway to your apartment, tears long having spilt over and onto your cheeks, when a car pulled up beside you.

“Y/n?”

You wiped your face on your sleeve, embarrassed, as you turned to face your friend.

Denki has the passenger side window rolled down, concern written all over his face.

He sighs, “C’mon. Let’s get you some lunch, and then I’m going to kick Bakugou’s ass.”

Despite yourself, you let out a weak laugh, climbing into the car. “You’re gonna fight Bakugou? C’mon, Denks, you flinch every time he yells at you.”

“Hey, this isn’t about me! Jeez.” He reaches over, wiping a tear from your cheek. “What happened, y/n?”

Your frown returns, and you shrug your shoulders.

Denki leans back to his seat, driving towards your favorite fast food place. The car is quiet, radio turned so low you can just barely make out one of Jirou’s playlists.

“Do you want me to take you to Mina’s, or something? I mean, is this like... a girl talk thing?” Denki asks awkwardly, peaking at you from the corner of his eye.

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. I have to go back to work in a couple hours, anyway.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

You smile, small but grateful, before shaking your head again. “Bakugou was your friend first, Denki, I don’t wanna make it weird or anything. You don’t have to choose sides. It’s not a big deal, anyway...”

“Yeah, sure, but you were my friend before you and Bakugou started dating, too. Remember? And I care about why you’re upset. Plus, me and Sero told Bakugou if he ever hurt you, we’d have to hurt him, so...”

“Denki!” You smack his arm, playfully.

“What?!” He grins, “Three musketeers, baby, we have a pact! We gotta protect our own!”

You burst into laughter at the memory of you, Denki, and Sero dubbing yourselves the ‘three musketeers’ one night when you’d all gotten a little too high.

After the two of you calm down again, you turn to him with a sigh. “Denki... do you think I’m too friendly to Shinsou?”

“Shinsou? The cute guy you work with?” Denki grins as you reach over to pinch him, “So that’s what you guys fought about? He thinks you like Shinsou?”

“I guess.”

“Well, I hate to be mushy-”

“You’re always mushy!”

“-but if Bakugou thinks you like anyone but him, he’s crazy. You guys are practically attached at the hip, it’s actually really gross.”

Denki was the perfect friend to distract you from your fight with Bakugou, and had you laughing till your stomach cramped. He also, surprisingly, gave you great advice. It wasn’t until he started driving in the direction of Bakugou’s apartment, and the opposite direction of your job, that you got suspicious.

“Denki? I have to be at work, in like, ten minutes.”

“Yeah, about that... Bakugou kind of called you out.” He flinched at the flash of anger in your eyes, “Don’t be mad! At least, not at me. Look, he called Kirishima for advice, or whatever, and he feels really bad so he wants to make it up to you, or something, I guess.”

“Oh.” You were still upset with him, so you hated to admit how sweet that actually was, especially for Bakugou. “He... called you too?”

Denki nods sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. He knew I didn’t have anything going on today, so he asked me to check up on ya.”

It was impossible to stop your little smile at that, no matter how hard you tried.

“Thank you. For checking up on me, I mean.” You told Denki, genuinely, “I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know! I’m the man!” He laughed, “Seriously, though, what are best friends for? I got you, y/n. Always. And if you need me to, I’ll come back and kick Bakugou’s ass. I’m absolutely positive I can get at least one hit in, if I have the element of surprise on my side!”

“Alright, you dork, I’m getting out of the car before you start crying.” You tease.

Denki places a hand over his heart, wiping a fake tear.

You roll your eyes at your goofy friend, telling him you’ll see him later. He wishes you luck before driving off, and you’re forced to muster up the courage to face Bakugou again.

You can smell the food before you even get inside the apartment, and it’s unmistakably your favorite meal, but you expected as much. Bakugou always apologizes with food. What you didn’t expect, however, was the timid look on Bakugou’s face as you walked into the kitchen.

It was you who broke the silence first.

“Smells good in here.” You comment, rocking back on your feet.

He nods, eyes downcast. “Your favorite. It’s ready now, if you’re hungry. I mean, if you’re not, that’s...fine, I can, uh, warm it up for you later, or whatever.”

He’s rambling, and you can tell how bad he feels as soon as he mentions saving the food. Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t do leftovers.

“Katsuki.”

His eyes flash up to yours, slightly panicked, and your heart aches.

“You know I’m not gonna leave you, right? Not for Shinsou, or anyone.”

He tries to play it off, but you can see the relief flash across his face. “I know that.” He says, stiffly, before lowering his voice. “I know. And I’m sorry I was an ass.”

“Mhm. You should probably apologize to Shinsou, too.”

Bakugou’s nose scrunches up in distaste, and he scowls. “What the hell for?”

“Because! Kats, you were rude to him.”

Bakugou gives you an exasperated look, “Baby, I’m always rude to him.”

Despite how serious you were about apologizing, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re hopeless, Kats. What am I gonna do with you?”

He walks forward to wrap his arms around you, smirking. “I can think of plenty of things you can do to me...”

You smack his chest, blushing. “Stop it! I’m supposed to be mad at you.”

“You know you can’t stay mad at me.” His tone is smug, but when he leans down to kiss you softly, it says everything you need to know.

“Yeah, I know.” You whisper back, sighing. “It’s only cause you know my weakness.”

He raises a brow in question, giving you an odd look.

You grin up at him, “You always apologize with food.”

Bakugou scoffs, rolling his eyes at you. “C’mon dumbass, you better eat before it gets cold.” He says, starting to make you a bowl, “You know I hate leftovers.”

You roll your eyes at him, playfully. He really was an idiot sometimes, but you loved him. “Yeah. I know.”

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a-valorant-effort · 3 years

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can u do enemies to lovers w yoru 🥺 like maybe their rlly good partners in valorant but their both too stubborn 2 admit they like eachother n all the other agents r like 😉😏😏 tysm!!!!!!

*sees enemies to lovers request*

Cass:

Keep it Together

Yoru x GN!Reader

I got carried away with this one oop-

“Would you get out of the way? I can’t even see through the scope.”

“I’m in the rift, Y/N.”

“Oh, my bad. You’re big blue ego must have leaked back into this dimension, you’ll be spotted quick.”

It’s like this. Everyday. Back and forth. Left and right. Yin and Yang. Y/N and Yoru haven’t gotten along since the day they showed up. Yoru, a flashy radiant with the power to travel through dimensions and become invisible to the enemy team, was a force to be reckoned with when it came to being a ground fighter. Y/N, was the opposite. Powerless, dull, armed with nothing but their quick wit and lethal aim. It was in this clause where they differed so heavily. No one really knows why they do it. Jealousy? Intimidation? Or simply pure hatred? One claiming to be better than the other, competing for kills on deadly missions and high stakes infiltrations. Y/N, the eyes in the sky, while Yoru lie low.

“Both of you, stop bickering. Your target is in there, kill him, then get out.” Brimstone sounded tired over the communicator, more so than usual.

Through a stroke of chance, Yoru was able to sneak past the guards and saw their target. Pulling out his knife, he slowly crept up to the man before his heart almost dropped at the sound of a bullet coming through the window. The target lie dead.

“Got em.” Y/N giggled through the com.

“Oh, fuck you.”

The bickering never stops, not even once their mission is over.

“I don’t need a flashy power to be better than you.” Y/N leaned over the couch, their arms swung over the cushions.

“Neither do I.”

Y/N scoffed. “You’re nothing without that radianite.”

“The same can be said about your weapon and you. You’re nothing without that either.” Yoru looked into their eyes, smirking.

“Y/N. A word.” Brimstone called from the hall.

“Daddy’s calling.” Yoru laughed.

“At least mine came back.” Y/N shoved a pillow in his face and walked off.

“Jesus christ. Do you two ever stop arguing?” Viper rubbed her temples.

Jett nonchalantly tuned in, her eyes still trained on a video game on the tv. “Yeah dude, you two need to fuck already.”

Yoru coughed. “What?!”

“Yeah bro, you two got something going on there.” Phoenix was beside her, focusing just as intently.

“You’re hysterical. I don’t like Y/N, I just want to put them in their place.”

“In your be-,”

“No.”

Phoenix and Jett laughed.

“I’m serious. I despise Y/N. I would rather listen to Killjoy talk about astrophysics all day.”

“Oh really? What do you hate about Y/N?”

“Oh wow, where do I start? They’re useless. They can’t do anything but aim really well from a distance. I have to save their ass everytime they get into a little bit of danger. I hate how they look when they get a good shot with the operator. I hate that stupid little giggle they have. I hate the way their uniform perfectly hugs their hips a certain way. I hate it when their pupils dilate slightly when the get excited, I hate it.” Yoru took a breath. Phoenix and Jett stared at him, their attention fully drawn to him.

“What?”

“Dude, you’ve got it so bad.” Jett laughed.

It struck him like a hammer to a nail. The more he thought about Y/N, the more endearing the thoughts became. Oh god, he liked them. He loved them.

“Well no point in standing here loverboy!” Yoru hadn’t realized he said it out loud, so Phoenix’s response caught him off guard. “You gotta tell them!”

“No chance, they hate me. No way they feel the same.”

~~~

“This fighting needs to stop.”

Brimstone had Y/N in the briefing room, sitting on opposite sides of the long ovular table.

“It’s not my fault he gets on my nerves at every turn.” Y/N kicked their feet up. “And if you hate us fighting so much, why don’t you just separate us? Seems to me anytime I need a partner you’re putting me with the rift-rat.”

Brimstone put his hand to his forehead. “Y/N, do you know why I pair you up with Yoru?”

“Clearly not.”

“Because mission success rates are the highest when you two are put back to back. Monte Carlo, Venice, New Zealand, all of your duo missions have come back successful, the only error is when you two decide to turn it into some sort of competition.” Brimstone laid out a file folder that was labeled “Rift-shot” Y/N opened it to find all of their and his statistics lying within it. “Think about what you two could do if you stopped trying to step on each other and instead tried to lift each other up. You’ve done it before.”

That last part was interesting to Y/N because, well... yeah, they have. They can remember all of the times Yoru has bandages them up in a clutch situation, or the times Yoru was about to get caught but a piercing bullet to the head deliver by them had saved him. Whether they liked it or not, Y/N and Yoru were perfect for each other. Back and forth. Left and right. Yin and Yang.

“We’ve got reports of a radianite shipment getting lost somewhere in Croatia, you think you’re up for the task?” Y/N lifted their head and looked Brimstone in the eye who gave them a knowing look.

“Fine. I can do it.”

“Not the answer I’m looking for.”

Y/N sighed. “We can do it.”

Brimstone smiled. “Dropship will be ready for you first thing tomorrow morning, I expect no issues.”

~~~

Yeah. There were issues.

Why Y/N had agreed to a mission when they couldn’t even look at each other now wasn’t their best move. They uncomfortably shuffled next to their partner who was also trying to mask his discomfort. They stayed like this, two trained killers who couldn’t even look each other in the eye for more than a second. Through apologies, awkward shuffling and flinching at even the smallest touch, they found it difficult not to say anything.

Y/N was the first to speak. “Hey.” Yoru turned his head. “I uh, I’m sorry I took that knife kill from you. I probably should have-”

Yoru interrupted. “No!” He coughed, and readjusted his tone. “You did well. As long as the target is dead we did our jobs well.”

“I guess so.” Y/N leaned in a bit more towards Yoru, more comfortable in his presence now. “And the look on your face was pretty funny.”

They giggled, and for once Yoru didn’t find it obnoxious or annoying. It was, cute. Comforting. And it made Yoru laugh along too. “I can’t say I disagree.”

Y/N held out their hand. “We make a good team, don’t we?”

Yoru held his out with a smile. “Yeah. I guess we do.”

And in that moment, everything felt right.

~~~

So why did everything go wrong?

Y/N hit the ground running, as fast they could even though they were carrying a whole human over their shoulder. Yoru was loosing blood quick, they knew that, but there wasn’t much they could do until they were out of harms way.

“The drop ship isn’t far, come on, you have to stay with me.” Y/N went as fast as they could, trying to make Yoru comfortable but also rushing at the same time.

The two hobbled into the ship, dodging bullets on their way. Once they were safe, Yoru collapsed on the cool metal floor, blood seeping through his clothes and violently coughing dead air.

“Hey hey hey.” Y/N frantically kneeled next to him and cupped his face. “It’s a 90 minute flight home, you have to hold on a little longer, I’ll do what I can to keep you around until then.”

His face may have been bloody and pale, but Y/N still saw him as the beautiful boy he was. Stroking his cheek and gingerly running their fingers through his hair, Yoru tried his best to muster a smile.

Yoru held the back of Y/N’s neck, trying to bring their face closer down. “Come here.” Y/N leaned down and Yoru lifted his head slightly to meet them with a kiss.

“Keep it together ok?” Y/N said after they broke the kiss. “I can’t lose you.”

Yoru pressed another kiss to their cheek and closed his eyes, knowing that his Y/N would be there when he woke.

#Valorant #valorant x reader #yoru valorant #yoru #valorant yoru #yoru x reader

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heyitssmiller · 3 years

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Bewitched, Body and Soul

So... this happened. Blame the Discord. Basically, the premise is receiving a note from a stranger about having similar tastes in books, and my first thought was Finn/Leo. And now, around 24 hours later, this showed up in my word document. Hope y’all like it!! And don’t worry, I’ve already got a sequel planned with Logan ;)

All characters, of course, belong to the wonderful @lumosinlove

And, if you’re so inclined, check out my Masterlist if you enjoy this story! <3

CW: food/drink

Leo loved this bookstore. There was a west-facing windowfront that allowed all sorts of afternoon light to shine through, creating a large, warm sunspot right in Leo’s favorite armchair. The shelves were always neatly organized by category, there was a featured book of the week, and there was a coffee shop sequestered to one corner of the building. What else did he need in life? He’d spent countless hours here, sitting with a new book and a cup of coffee or tea and getting lost in whatever world he’d been transported to within the crisp pages and black ink. Being new to the city, there were probably better ways to make friends, but there was something so soothing, so comfortingly familiar about shutting off the worry in his mind and just focusing on the story unfolding in his hands.

But when his stomach growled loudly in protest, he figured he needed to put reading on hold.

There was a wrinkled, jagged-edged scrap of paper sitting on top of Leo’s book when he returned to his table, café pastry in hand. It hadn’t been there a second ago. Curiously, Leo set his food down and inspected the foreign paper. Messy, inelegant scrawl slanted across the page in deep blue ink. The lines were uneven and chaotic; the i’s weren’t even dotted, almost as if it took too much effort to go back and add them in. Leo found it strangely endearing. It read:

Hi!

I don’t think we’ve met, but based on your choice of literature I think we would make great friends. :)

- Carrot Top

Leo smiled, read it again, and looked around for the person who sent it but no one acknowledged him, seemingly lost in stories of their own. So he sat there, a smile still on his face as he got back to his book, using the note as a bookmark.

~~~

Finn couldn’t help himself when, a few days later, he left another note after seeing the guy with good taste in books again at the bookstore. He was at what must have been his usual table, seemingly right where Finn had left him. The only difference besides the clothes he was wearing was the book he was reading. Finn let himself linger on his profile, just for a second – the gentle slope of his nose, the way his curls rested against his forehead, how bright blue eyes scanned the pages below him.

Finn wasn’t one for love at first sight; that was for romance novels only. But instant attraction? Oh yeah. He was definitely there.

He picked up a small flyer from the front desk, flipped it over, and began to write.

And maybe it wasn’t a good way of, as the kids said these days, “shooting his shot”. But it was a start. And it was fun – the thrill of trying not to get caught, the anonymity. Sure, one day he’d maybe get up the courage to talk to him in person, but he was happy with this for now.

Hmm… haven’t read that one. Might have to get myself a copy!

- The Walking Freckle

After dropping the note off while the blond walked off to take a phone call, Finn tried to act casual as he stared sightlessly down at his own book instead of over at the cute stranger like he desperately wanted to.

Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious…

If he was being completely honest, he didn’t really know where to go from here. Did the blond think the notes were creepy? Or weird? He never seemed to mind much, but… well, a stranger was repeatedly leaving notes for him. What if it was making him uncomfortable? Would it make things better or worse if Finn introduced himself?

A snort came out, unbidden. Yeah. Right. That would go well. Finn could practically see it now: he would be clumsy and awkward, probably spilling coffee all over the guy’s book or – even worse – all over him. He’d scare him off for sure.

But at the same time, Finn wanted nothing more than to meet him. To sit down across the table from him and debate the points of the book he was reading, or give book recommendations, or just talk. About literally anything. Finn wasn’t a picky guy. He could sit there and let him speak for hours, absorbing any and all knowledge about him like a sponge. Did the corners of those bright, blue eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiled? Did his cheeks get all flushed when he was passionate about something, just like Finn’s? What was the story behind the soft-looking tuft of gray hair at his temple?

Who was he?

Finn was overflowing with questions, and desperate for the answers.

But he needed to go about this the right way, didn’t he? The last thing he wanted to do was screw this up. So he closed his book, propped his chin in his hand so that he could stare out the window, and started to plan.

~~~

The next note threw Leo for a bit of a loop. He’d saved his table with his coat thrown over one of the chairs and went up to the New Books section, surreptitiously keeping an eye on his table and hoping that he’d catch his note-sender red-handed.

Leo could’ve sworn that he’d looked away for half a second, but – well, he got distracted by a book, so it easily could’ve been five minutes for all he knew. This note was written on one of the café napkins, the ink bleeding through in some spots and a few small tears in the delicate material.

Nice choice! That book absolutely shattered my heart and then pieced it back together. The way she writes love lost just hurts so beautifully, doesn’t it?

I like your sweater by the way.

Fuck I hope that’s not creepy.

I’m not a stalker, I promise. I just think you’re really cute. And you have amazing taste in books. I’d like to learn more, if you’d let me. :)

But first, you have to figure out who I am! Good luck!

- Your Not-So-Secret Admirer in the Tortoiseshell Glasses

He smiled, wide and happy, and looked around for tortoiseshell glasses, red hair, and freckles. Those were the only three clues he had so far. So he quickly scanned the crowded café, looking for anyone who fit the description. The only one even close was a freckled, redheaded guy at the corner table, but no glasses.

That was a shame, too. He was stunning.

The mystery bibliophile must already be gone, then. Or hiding.

Looked like Leo had his work cut out for him. He did always like a challenge.

~~~

It probably wasn’t Finn’s best idea to take his glasses off. He couldn’t see a damn thing and was left squinting down at his book, trying to determine if what he was seeing was an F or a P.

That smile, though… he could’ve seen that dimpled smile from all the way across the street.

He never thought he’d be pining for a stranger like this, but then again – he wasn’t a complete stranger, was he? After all, you could learn a lot about a person by their book preferences. Finn wasn’t normally known for being a good judge of character – he was too optimistic, too unwilling to see the bad in people. But damn, did he hope he was right about this one.

~~~

Finn had probably been too bold with the note he’d just dropped off, but when he’d seen what book that his new maybe-friend was reading, he knew he couldn’t just pass up an opportunity like that.

He didn’t wait to see the reaction this time – he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He just left the short note on top of the book while the blond was at the café counter and booked it (pun definitely intended) out of there as fast as he could.

You have bewitched me, body and soul. <3

- Bambi

~~~

He should’ve waited. Leo’s reaction, all bashful smile and bright red face and pleased expression, would’ve been worth it.

~~~

Leo went back to the bookstore pretty much every day after that, intent on finding this person. Not only was this a fun little game they were playing, but it would be nice to finally have a friend in the city. He still didn’t know anyone besides his coworkers and… well, he was a little lonely. A friend would be nice, especially one who had a shared interest in books.

The only thing left to do was to find them.

Red hair, freckles, glasses, and big doe eyes.

Leo looked for the only four defining traits he had, methodically starting in the front of the store and weaving through isle after isle of bookshelves. When that proved unsuccessful he moved on to the café, gaze landing on the queue first before lurching to a stop at the glimpse of a shock of auburn hair in the far corner booth. Heart hammering in his chest, Leo used his height to his full advantage and peered over the line of people.

Freckles, Glasses, Big, doe eyes.

If he needed any more confirmation, the stranger – the very cute stranger – was reading the same book Leo had been reading a week ago. The one his anonymous friend said they hadn’t read yet.

It had to be him.

Leo didn’t let himself think about it too much – he knew he’d panic if he did. He just strode over and sat down across from him, setting his book down on the table with a quiet thud. The note-writer jumped a little, then lifted wide brown eyes to look up at him.

Oh, but he was gorgeous.

“So what part are you at?” Leo asked, eyes taking in everything they could now that he was close enough – that messy red hair that just barely curled at the ends, the hint of scruff on his jaw, brown eyes shifting from shade to shade in the afternoon light filtering through the window beside him. Soft, mesmerizing lips curved into the beginnings of a smile that Leo couldn’t help but be transfixed by. “Have you gotten to the part where Patroclus dies?”

Finn stared back, trying to look horrified but he knew he was smiling so much that they counteracted each other because, finally, he’d figured it out. “I can’t believe you’d break rule number one of having a reading buddy: don’t spoil the ending.”

Dimples.

“Oops.”

Finn was done for.

“I’m Finn,” he managed to stammer, aiming for his best smile and probably looking like he’d just tasted something awful instead.

“Leo,” his companion said with a warm smile. Then he frowned. “Wait, no. Go back. You can’t spoil the ending of a story that’s literally thousands of years old.” The blond leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee and watching in amusement as Finn gaped at him in horror. He could feel his cheeks and ears getting red, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“That’s so not the point!”

Leo laughed, then motioned for Finn to state his case. And then Finn was off, forgetting all about his nervousness and tendency to be awkward. He ranted about that topic for… well, he didn’t really know how long, but it was a while. Leo didn’t even bat an eye, keeping pace well and interjecting with his own points calmly and collectedly – the gentle breeze to Finn’s tornado. He was smiling, too, even though sometimes he tried to hide it behind the rim of his coffee cup. And he was smart, Finn learned as they jumped from one topic to the next and the minutes ticked by. He knew a lot about literature, like Finn, but he could also make these random connections to all kinds of different topics that Finn would’ve never thought of, all while keeping up with Finn’s fast-paced brain and tendency to jump down rabbit holes.

It was an instant connection, the likes of which Finn had never experienced before. It was intoxicating. Finn felt like he could never get enough.

During a lull in between one conversation and the next, Leo pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it over, looking suddenly and inexplicably shy. Finn cocked his head confusedly, then unfolded the paper and looked down.

Would you like to go on a date sometime?

PS: I’m free tonight if you are. :)

- The Guy Who’s Been Crushing on You for Weeks

Finn’s heart threatened to burst. “Absolutely.” He hesitated, just for a second, then decided to go for it. “Are you free now? I know a pretty great café nearby.” With a wiggle of his eyebrows, he jerked his thumb at the bookstore café and earned a laugh. He wondered what he could do to earn another.

“Sounds perfect.”

They walked over to the counter together, the backs of their hands just barely brushing – it was still enough to make Finn hyperaware of every miniscule movement and get his pulse hammering. Leo was teasing Finn for his terrible eyesight in a soft, southern drawl – something Finn definitely wasn’t expecting but sure as hell wasn’t complaining about, his fingers deliberately playing with Finn’s now, and Finn knew it was going to be a good night. It was already a good night; how could it possibly get any better?

“What can I get for you?”

Leo and Finn looked up at the barista and their eyes widened in tandem as they took in thick chestnut waves, long, dark lashes, and bottle-green eyes. He wasn’t smiling, not necessarily. His expression was fairly neutral, all things considered – except for those eyes. If you stared at then long enough, you could see just the faintest whisper of amusement.

They both looked down slightly, searching for a nametag. There, in bold black letters, read:

Logan.

#lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast #o'knutzy #finn o'hara #leo knut #bookstore/coffee shop au #bewitched body and soul #cw: food #cw: drink

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ryangosking · 3 years

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Cuffs

Summary: Bucky is guarding / detaining you as a favour to Sharon, unfortunately she gets delayed and the two of you are forced to spend the night together.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, frottage, mentions of light bondage. Spoilers for The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

AN: Set after TFATWS, reader works for Sharon. May be the start of a series. Masterlist

"These cuffs are too tight." You whine loudly as Bucky pushes you into the motel room.

"No they aren't." He grumbles. "In fact you could probably get out of them if you tried hard enough."

You look around the room, to call it shabby would be a compliment.

"Sit down." Bucky says shortly, turning on the TV.

You sigh and perch on one of the beds, wriggling your wrists in the cuffs.

Bucky pulls out his phone and paces between the twin beds as he talks. "It's me. Yeah, I got her. She was being a pain in the ass so I cuffed her. Don't worry, she's fine."

You look up at him. "Let me talk to her." You hiss.

He scowls and shakes his head, the crease between his brows appearing. It's adorable really.

You can hear Sharon ranting on the other end. Oops.

Eventually he sighs and holds his phone out. "She wants to talk to you."

You smile sweetly and take it, holding it awkwardly in your restrained hands.

"Hello?" You ask, apprehensively.

"Tell Barnes to go outside." Sharon snaps.

"Err, can you give us some privacy?" You ask Bucky.

He turns from his position at the window and rolls his eyes. "I'll just be outside."

"We're alone." You tell her, almost dropping the phone.

"I've been calling you." She says, briskly.

"I don't know where my phone is, Barnes kind of abducted me so-"

"You didn't stick to the fucking plan, did you?"

"Technically I didn't, BUT I made it even better."

"You got greedy."

"I did it for us, Sharon. More investment means-"

"Don't drag my name into this. Lucky for you I managed to reason with the people you stole from."

"I didn't steal....the plan was...." You trail off, knowing that it's pointless making excuses.

"The plan was perfect until you went rogue and pissed off all the wrong people!" Sharon yells.

"Sorry." You mutter.

"I'm coming to get you and bring you back to Madripoor, you need to lay low. I promised them you'd disappear for a while."

"Fine." You sigh, grudgingly.

"I can't get a plane until the early hours so just stay put. Barnes will be guarding you."

"GUARDING me?" You splutter.

"Yes, didn't you hear what I said? You pissed off some prominent....personalities."

"Right."

"Just sit tight and try not to annoy Barnes too much."

"Promise." You sigh.

Sharon snorts in response and hangs up.

You tap on the window to indicate that the the call is over, Bucky slips back in and takes his phone.

"Everything ok?" He asks.

"Not really." You mutter, holding up your cuffed hands. "Please can you take these off? I'm obviously not going anywhere."

He eyes you suspiciously before nodding and fishing the key out of his pocket.

As he leans over to unlock you, you discreetly inhale in his scent. You've had a crush on Bucky since the first time you met him, in Madripoor. Then he'd been with Sam and the Baron, you'd only met him briefly but oh, your pulse kicked up a gear whenever he looked your way with those soulful blue eyes. You had crossed paths a couple of times since (he and Sharon seemed to be constantly doing favours for one another) and he always had the same effect on you. Sharon even teased you about it. And it might be (probably was) your imagination but you'd noticed his cheeks turn pinker when he was forced to speak to you, his eyes lingering on you when he thought you weren't looking.

"Thanks." You murmur, rubbing your wrists.

He gives you one of his soulful looks and you feel it in the pit of your tummy. "You're welcome." He says, softly.

You had actually been thrilled when he turned up at the bar, and even more thrilled when he said lowly in your ear, "You need to come with me." You had known that Sharon would send someone to get you, but it hadn't occured to you that someone would be Bucky. The struggle was mostly for show, you just enjoyed the feeling of Bucky's big, strong arms restraining you.

"You may as well get comfortable." He says, not looking up from his phone.

"I'm hungry." You say, plaintively.

"In case you haven't noticed, this isn't the kind of place that has room service."

"I saw a vending machine in reception."

Bucky sighs impatiently. "What do you want?"

"Chips and soda? Barbeque and Sprite?" You smile, hopefully.

"Fine. Don't move."

"I've got some change in my pocket." You offer, jutting your hip out at him.

His eyes flicker over you briefly. "I got it." He grumbles.

You need a moment alone to process your conversation with Sharon - you had heard her go off at people plenty of times but her vitriol had never been directed at you. It had been you and her against the world for so long, she felt like your family. She must've gotten a lot of shit from those investment assholes. Like they couldn't afford to lose a few thou, you're surprised that they even noticed.

Bucky returns with your soda and chips, chucking them unceremoniously on the bed, and some salted chips and a Coke for himself. You're fascinated, you've never seen him eat before.

"Thankyou." You say, ripping open the chips. "I'm starving."

He sits on the other bed, his legs stretched out and crossed as he looks impassively at the TV. You can't help stealing glances at him as you eat. He's wearing all black as usual, leather jacket, jeans and boots, his bionic arm concealed. Your cunt aches at the prospect of being alone with him for an entire night, you want to feel his arms around you again, his strong thighs between yours and his mouth, well, everywhere.

"Did Sharon tell you what I did?" You ask.

"I didn't ask for details. I just know that you pissed her off." He says, still looking at the TV.

"She's taking me back to Madripoor." You say quietly.

"I know. Makes sense." He shrugs.

"You and her go way back, right?"

"I've known her for a while."

"How come you and Sam are always doing her favours? You owe her or something? She doesn't like to talk about it." You probe.

"Neither do I." He says, turning his unflinching gaze on you.

You can't help but laugh. "You've got a great poker face, Barnes, I'll have to take you gambling in Madripoor, you'll make us rich."

"I'll pass." He says, crumpling his Coke can in his bionic hand.

You turn your attention to the TV - some garish game show - and feel his eyes still on you. The ache is getting worse, now you're positively throbbing with need. What the hell, you're going to Madripoor in the morning, who knows when you'll see him again? You may as well shoot your shot.

"Sharon thinks there's tension between us." You murmur casually, glancing at him.

"I won't argue with that."

"Sexual tension."

"Oh." He mutters. "You believe everything Sharon tells you?"

"She's mostly right about things."

Not entirely true. Sharon's exact words were, "If you and Barnes don't stop eye fucking each other I'm going to puke." Then she muttered something about 'steering clear of super soldiers'.

"Maybe we should do something about it, get it out of the way." You say, feeling yourself flush and keeping your eyes on the screen.

"That's not a good idea." He replies, but the tone of his voice sounds different, husky almost. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him shift on the bed.

"I've got a proposition for you." You say, finally, turning to him.

Bucky clears his throat. "If it's an investment opportunity I'm not interested."

"It's not financial, it's physical."

He sighs and looks at you.

"So, what if we kiss." You say, as lightly as you can manage.

"No." He says, flatly.

"Wait, I haven't finished. If we kiss and it's awful, then we forget about it and don't mention it ever again."

"I like the sound of that." He murmurs.

"If it's not awful well, we've got a motel room and a night to figure it out." You say softly, biting your lip.

The pause before he answers is far too long, and you're so embarrased you actually contemplate making a break for it.

"If I say yes will it shut you up?"

You laugh, relieved. "Yes, it will literally shut me up."

Bucky gets up off his bed slowly. "I'm going to regret this, I can tell."

"And I'm going into hiding, for who knows how long. It's the least you can do, Barnes." You say, your heart hammering with anticipation.

Bucky sits next to you, and your mouth starts to water just from his proximity.

"How do-"

You don't let him finish, leaning over and grabbing his jacket, pressing yourself against him and capturing his mouth with yours. It's even better than you imagined; he's slow and gentle but firm, bringing his hand up to grip the nape of your neck, a soft growl escaping from the back of his throat.

You pull away, flustered. Bucky's eyes are wide, staring at you.

You gulp. "Awful, right?"

"Just terrible." He murmurs, his hand tightening on the back of your neck.

"I guess that's it then." You shrug, looking at him through lowered lashes.

"That's it." He kisses you again, and this time it's all consuming. His lips are so soft but insistent and he licks into your mouth, making you groan into his.

You just want to climb onto him, anything to relieve the desperate ache. Bucky pulls you onto his lap with a grunt and you straddle him, your kisses growing deeper. He's so solid underneath you and you rub yourself against him, feeling the bulge grow in his jeans.

"Fuck, you're needy aren't you?" He chuckles lowly, kissing your neck.

You make a noise of agreement, slipping his jacket off his broad shoulders.

Bucky unbuttons your pants, and slides his hand into your panties.

"Is this ok?" He asks softly.

"It's all ok." You tell him and gasp as you feel his fingers opening you up, your hips jerking in response when he finds your clit. He tongues your mouth again as he plays with your pussy, slipping two fingers inside you.

You moan his name as you fuck his hand, rubbing him through his jeans and feeling the flicker of heat blooming at your core. Suddenly Bucky withdraws his hand and you stare at him as he gets up of the bed.

"Get undressed." He swallows, pulling his t-shirt off.

Quickly you strip down to your underwear and sit back on the bed, Bucky stands before you naked, beautiful, his arm gleaming in the lamplight. You can't hide your alarm when you notice he's got the cuffs in his hand again.

"What are those for?" You gulp, eyes wide.

"For when I fuck you." He says thickly. "If it's ok?"

You nod eagerly, pleasantly surprised. It was a first for you but you trusted him and well, now was a good a time as any.

Bucky gets on the bed and reaches for you, pulling you close and kissing you roughly, his hand grabbing a fistful of hair, his dog tags clinking against your chest.

"How come you still wear these?" You ask, running your fingers over the metal.

"Don't worry about it." He murmurs.

Then there was no more talking.

* * * * *

The next morning you wake up, nestled into Bucky's back and feeling sore. Your pussy and your wrists had taken a pummeling the previous night, he had fucked you every way he wanted to and you had lost count of your orgasms. Quite a going away present before you were shipped away to Madripoor. You were contemplating waking Bucky to go another round when his phone vibrates on the bedside cabinet. Already awake, he reaches for it.

"Morning Sharon." He intones. "Yeah, I guessed that. No, she was fine, I made sure that she behaved. Right, ok. See you then."

You groan. "Great."

He turns over. "She just landed."

"But we have time, right?"

Bucky laughs, and gives you a genuine smile. "Time for what?"

Sitting up, you nod towards the bathroom and then touch his bionic arm. "Is this thing waterproof?"

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #tfatws bucky

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milenadaniels · 3 years

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Hi! I saw your tag on your informal buddie lap makeout poll (Which, exceptional scientific inquiry. Cannot wait to see the results. Especially if it leads you to write something...)

Anyway, what is your thinking on lonestar and a potential buck +e ddie sex scene? (FWIW, I don't watch LS. I tried, but just could not. Not yucking anyone's yum, just didn't work for me.)

Curious what you think?

Thank you! The study is going well, I look forward to analyzing the results in depth!

(Please note: after three hours of writing out this response, I realize I may have misunderstood your question 😂 If you meant "what do you think a buddie sex scene would look like given tarlos", please let me know and it would be my genuine pleasure to describe that in great detail. What follows is not that.....)

I have been thinking about the potential of a buddie sex scene more than I ought to, I'm sure. You could say I've been a smidge preoccupied since realizing all the legit sex scenes in the show happened in season 1/early season 2. In seasons 3/4, the closest I think we've gotten to textual sex is Madney having sex to induce labour and that consisted of Maddie throwing her shirt at Chimney from off-screen.

Someone on that post (can't find it now of course) said that 911 Lone Star took over the original 911 later time slot and thus took over the ability to have sexier content.

As someone who hasn't watched a television show live in like 5 years, your ask has prompted me to do actual research to confirm this 🤓 According to pogdesign, 911 currently plays Mondays at 8pm and 911LS plays at 9pm which supports the theory.

That said, it kind of strikes me as weird that 8pm is considered too early for sexy content? But maybe I'm just out of touch with cable television??

So I did more research! So much research omfg this took 3 hours of my life. 😅

First we define the issue at hand

I'm defining a "sex scene" as a scene that involves two or more people mackin' on each other with any of the following:

the beginning of clothing removal onscreen

the movement towards a bedroom or bed

getting into someone's lap as a sign of escalation

post-coital pillow talk or cuddling

actual shots of naked skin and writhing (softcore porn essentially)

So 911 got moved to 8pm. Do any other 8pm shows have sex scenes?

CW - The 100 🔥 (I know there was a minimum of 2 wlw sex scenes, though they may have been post-coital)

CW - Riverdale 🔥🔥 is another teen show that I don't watch so I youtubed "Riverdale sex scenes" and I'm led to believe at least one couple is banging semi-onscreen well into season 4 (it has 4 seasons???)

NBC - Chicago Med 🔥, a procedural show not about teenagers and seems to have a least 1 couple with sexy scenes (the other Chicagos air at 9pm and 10pm) and I saw lap sitting for a hardcore makeout for the other couple!!!!! TIM TAKE NOTES!

NBC - Superstore 🔥, a half-hour comedy that played at 8pm on NBC, did have at least this one cut-away sex scene

So 2 teen shows, 1 procedural and 1 comedy all had something in the way of "sex scenes" while airing at 8pm.

But what if Fox the network is the sex-scene-killers??

Apparently Fox literally has only 5 scripted dramas of which the 911 is one and the others are:

The Resident 🔥🔥, a medical drama that plays at 8pm as of season 2 (9pm for season 1) and the main couple seem to have several sex scenes, but interestingly from what I can glean from YT, they may have stopped after s2 (though the couple stays together until at least s4 from what I can tell)

LA's Finest 🚫, a rebroadcast through Fox, it airs at 9pm and YT didn't show me any sexy scenes

Fantasy Island 🔥🔥 which plays at 9pm and looks to have sexier content based on the trailer

911: Lone Star 🔥🔥🔥 which plays at 9pm. Tarlos have had like 2 heavy makeouts/implied sex scenes plus a pretty hardcore-for-tv sex scene in the s2 finale

So it seems like even for Fox, the 8pm timeslot isn't necessarily what's vetoing the sex scenes in 911. But just to hammer that home, I did even more researching into the watershed hours, which is apparently the designated time broadcasters can show sexiness, but in the US that's 10pm to 6am so if the restrictions were such that they couldn't show any sex scenes before 10pm, Tarlos wouldn't have gotten that finale action (thank you, IRL bff who watched 911LS so I didn't have to!)

TL;DR - a summation of our findings

The 8pm timeslot is not the sex-scene-killer I once thought it was (see: all them filthy shows)

911 being a cop show is not a sex-scene-killer (see: dramas, procedurals and comedies all had sex scenes)

Fox is not anti-sex in their 8pm scripted dramas in general (see: The Resident)

Fox is not anti-sex homophobically (see: Tarlos, Hen/Eva)

However!! There seems to be a somewhat weird, somewhat isolated trend of Fox shows either cutting off or tapering off sex scenes (see: 911, The Resident) after 2 seasons or specifically after 2019.

So what are the theories (from least to most favourite)?

Theory #1 (Buddie loses 🚫): "Something" happened at Fox in 2019. The Resident is the only true analogue to 911 as it's also on Fox, also premiered in January 2018, also started at 9pm but was moved to 8pm (in season 2, not season 3 like 911). If my very brief googling can be trusted, The Resident saw a lot of sex scenes in season 2 (at 8pm) but after 2019 there isn't much to write home about. That lines up with what we've seen in 911. If something happened internally at Fox that changed broadcasting guidelines for 8pm, then canon Buddie will not get sex scenes unless the timeslot changes back.

Pros: It would be a hell of a coincidence wouldn't it?? Both shows airing around the same time, both stop showing sex scenes around the same time???

Cons: It's pretty weak, I can't find anything that supports "something" happening in 2019 that would affect an 8pm timeslot but not the 9pm one.

Theory #2 (Buddie loses 🚫): Sex as a short-term sales tactic. Fox uses sex in the first two seasons of shows to boost ratings and get people hooked because sex sells. But then, for whatever reason, they taper it off. If so, Buddie being canonized would not produce any sex scenes as we're far removed from season 2.

Pros: The Resident and 911 both stopped showing sex scenes after season 2 from what I can gather

Cons: If sex sells, why wouldn't it keep selling all the way to the bank?? There's no reason to stop something that's working.

Theory #3 (Buddie wins 🔥): Actors are the roadblock. Fox is fine with sex scenes at 8pm but the actors aren't comfortable! If so, Buddie sex scenes could be in the cards as both actors have had on-screen sex scenes previously.

Pros: Angela Bassett, Peter Krause and JLH are bigger names and they presumably get to not get naked on screen or simulate sex scenes if they don't want to. Aisha Hinds as a (criminally) smaller name wouldn't have had that kind of leverage in season 1, nor would Ryan Guzman in season 2? And Oliver Stark knew what he was signing up to to play a self-diagnosed "sex addict" so.

Cons: This is absolute, complete conjecture. I have zero idea what each of their comfort levels with sex scenes are or how that might relate to the writing/direction of their characters.

Theory #4 (Buddie wins 🔥): Stable canon relationships kill sex. Fox dramas use sex only pre-maritally to build relationships and the network or the showrunners/writers decide it's not as important once characters are in stable relationships/married. If so, we will get Buddie sex scenes as their canon relationship develops.

Pros: The Resident couple did get married post-season 2 I think? Athena stopped having onscreen sex after she married Bobby. Hen had sex but out of her marriage.

Cons: That's dumb, let married people bone. And we technically do have a Madney sex scene, tame as it was (but maybe they straddle of the line of stable but pre-marital???). Also if sex = building relationship, EddieAna have been excluded from that formula oops 😌

Theory #5 (Buddie wins 🔥): We're overthinking all of this. There hasn't been sex scenes past season 2 because the stories haven't called for it but when it does, such as the start of a new relationship, then we'll get some!

Pros: We haven't had any "new" relationships other than EddieAna since season 2 and their lack of intimacy is a glaring reminder they aren't well suited - they're not boning for plot reasons. While not strictly meeting the aforementioned definition of a "sex scene", we could use Albert coming out of Veronica's shower as a use of sex-as-relationship-building.

Cons: That's dumb, let married people bone, the sequel. Especially since HenRen is criminally neglected in terms of development and could use a fun playful sex scene.

So what have we learned?

Should Buddie go canon, 3 theories indicate we'd get some sex scenes for them, and only 2 say we wouldn't. The odds are in our favour. 🤡

I will do literally anything to procrastinate writing this damn fic that's been tormenting me for weeks. Please someone, anybody...send help...

#buddie meta #buddie #911 meta #are you also kept awake at night by the thought of canon buddie without sex scenes??#or even lap sitting makeouts????#well rest your weary head on this qualitative data analysis friends!! the future looks 60% bright!#911 reference #my posts #did you know we could add colour to text now guys?? did you know the mac keyboard comes default with emoticons??#the things I learned this night

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funnyincorrectmcu · 4 years

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Saw you were doing an ask spree so I have a question! What are your ultimate favourite Marvel fanfics? (Ao3 answers preferable!)

OOOH!!!

I ALWAYS LOVE THIS QUESTION!! But it’s also always SOO hard, because I have SO many fics that I ADORE! <3 <3 <3

Okay okay. Since you’re asking for ultimate favorites, but since you’re also in a sense kind of asking for recommendations, I’ll do you a solid and give you a list of fifteen (which is really doing myself a solid because it means there are fewer that I have to narrow down).

That said, if you really want my full list, go to my AO3 account and check out my bookmarks (and some of my works, if you’re interested!). Because there truly are a LOT of AMAZING writers out there. <3 <3

Alright. Here goes nothing.

Also, I am SO sorry this took me so long, but it took me forever to narrow down to fifteen, and even with THAT, I cheated. XD

Also also, fair warning, 95% of these are Tony and Peter centric. <3

Also also also (lots of also’s, oops XD), I’m gonna give a little bit of info on each one for anyone interested, but PLEASE, read all tags and warnings before you actually start reading, because some of these are a little rougher than others. (Btw, when I say “major warnings”, I’m referring to AO3′s “major archive warnings” list.)

1. More Ancient Than Magic by @ironfamjam

This is a mini Hogwarts AU that I absolutely ADORE and think about at least once a week. The way the author melds the two universes is incredible and so well done, and I quote it all the time. One-shot, IronFam centric, featuring Ned and MJ, with special guest appearances from the other Avengers and Peter’s classmates. No major warnings.

2. Everybody Loves Skip by @baloobird

Okay, Kris is my favorite MCU fanfic author of all time, so you’ll see her on here a couple of times. This is by far my favorite story of hers, and it’s what made me fall in love with Interwebs. <3 <3 Multichapter, Peter centric, featuring Ace!Peter and Interwebs, with special guest appearances from Tony, May, and Tracy Leeds. Minor sexual harassment/non-con, but it doesn’t get too graphic.

3. Ohana by @jen27ny

I read this story as a part of last year’s Irondad Big Bang, and let me tell you, I was SOOO invested. I got to the point where I had to send in play by play reactions because I was so emotionally invested. The story is so well told. <3 Multichapter, Tony and Peter centric, featuring Pepperony, Spideychelle, and minor Stucky, with special guest appearances from the rest of the Avengers, HYDRA, and my fast beating heart. No major warnings.

4. Come, My Darling, Homeward Bound by @i-am-irondad

ANOTHER Irondad Big Bang 2020 story that I became OVERLY invested in to the point that I had to send play by plays in to the author. It’s a Room AU, and she NAILS each and every one of the character dynamics. I never even saw Room, and I loved it. <3 Multichapter, Tony, Peter, and Morgan centric, featuring the rest of IronFam, Spideychelle, and adorable sibling moments, with special guest appearances from Quentin Beck and my tears. Minor implied sexual harassment/non-con. (She also has a prequel and a sequel, just so you know.)

5. The Lightning Strike by @booksxtvxsupernatural

Yet ANOTHER Irondad Big Bang 2020 story that hit me right in the feels. This is a canon-divergent post-Infinity War fic, and the way the author shows how events could’ve transpired is so realistic and beautiful. <3 One-shot, Tony and Peter centric, featuring Harley Keener and Nebula, with special guest appearances from IronFam, May Parker, and several other Avengers.

6. Family Doesn’t End with Blood by @baloobird

This is a series of one-shots by my girl Kris based off of the Irondad Bingo prompts, so there are a lot of different prompts and themes, but they ALL rock. Multichapter, Tony and Peter centric, featuring Ace!Peter, IronFam, and Interwebs, with special guest appearances from several other MCU characters. Warnings vary, so pay attention to the tags and read the notes.

7. I love you more than anything (bio dad AU) by @iron--spider

Okay, so maybe this is cheating, because it’s technically a series, but every fic in it is so good that I couldn’t possibly pick just one. I just love the whole series, because I love how the author builds their relationship. It’s so cute. <3 Series of one shots, Tony and Peter centric, featuring the rest of the Stark and Parker family and baby Peter, with special guest appearances from Obadiah Stane, James Rhodes, and Happy Hogan. No major warnings.

8. sometimes, people just die (and sometimes, they don’t) by @snarky-drabbles

This one was for the 2019 Irondad Secret Santa (huh. No wonder so many of them are Tony and Peter centric. XD), and it’s an amazing time loop story that takes place during Endgame and has an ending you might not expect, but it ROCKS. One-shot, Tony and Peter centric from Peter’s POV, featuring Pepper Potts and Stephen Strange, with special guest appearances from a whole lot of fighting. XD

9. A Rite of Passage by @baloobird

Another ADORABLE Interwebs from my favorite person, because she made me obsessed with this ship and now I can’t stop. XD One-shot, Interwebs centric (wait, did I actually find one that isn’t Tony and Peter??), featuring Ace!Peter and Bi!Ned, with special guest appearances from Brad Davis, Flash Thompson, and Betty Brant. Minor sexual harassment/non-con, but nothing graphic at all.

10. Where Dreams are Nightmares in Disguise by @baloobird

This one was actually written for me, by Kris, so obviously, it made this list. I seriously cannot thank her enough for writing this amazing fic for me based on my prompt, and for writing it so well! I LOVED IT! <3 One-shot, Tony, Peter, and Morgan centric, featuring Pepper Potts and lots of LEGOS, with a special guest appearance from a really bad dude. No major warnings.

11. harm and foul by @iron--spider

You know, there’s a lot of Tony protecting Peter out there, but sometimes, I just really wanna see Peter protecting Tony, and this is a GREAT example of that. One-shot, Tony and Peter centric, featuring IronFam, Ned Leeds, and bada** mofo Peter Parker, with special guest appearances from Justin Hammer and a few Avengers. No major warnings.

12. Sugar, Butter, Flour by @doctornineandthreequarters

Another one written for me, this time by the incredible Jaime for the 2019 Irondad Secret Santa, and I couldn’t have asked for anything better. She took my prompts to heart and created some BEAUTIFUL sibling bonding and I LOVE it!! <3 <3 One-shot, Peter, Harley, and Morgan centric (whoa. Another one without Tony. See? I have variety! ...kind of. XD), featuring Pepperony and adorable sibling love, with a special guest appearance from a Karen. No major warnings.

13. Bite the Bullet by @baloobird

In case you haven’t figured it out, yet, I love you, Kris. XD <3 Another amazing ace story that gets me feeling all kinds of validated and loved. <3 One-shot, Tony and Peter centric, featuring Spideychelle, Ace!Peter, and Ace!Tony, with a special guest appearance from BFF Ned and lots of lovely ace acceptance. No major warnings.

14. what is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives by @lyssismagical

So, I started reading her works solely through Tumblr, and when I finally realized that she had an AO3, I went on there and bookmarked a TON of her stories immediately. This is one of her more recent ones, but it’s one of my faves, even with all the whump (being Whumptober and all). It has a positive ending, I promise. One-shot, Tony and Peter centric, featuring amazing BFF Michelle Jones, protective Peter Parker, and adorable little sister Morgan Stark, with special guest appearances from Pepper Potts, May Parker, and a lot of family love and support. Rape/non-con, but it isn’t super graphic.

15. Peaches by @peterparkrr

This was yet another Irondad Secret Santa 2019 fic, and while this one wasn’t written specifically for me, I freaking loved it. There’s so much tension and mystery in this, and I seriously thought I was gonna pass out reading it from all of my worry. But, luckily, it has a happy ending. One-shot, Tony and Peter centric, featuring canon divergence and lots of references to other Avengers, with a special guest appearance from a terrible government. No major warnings.

And there’s my top 15! But, because I said I was cheating, here are two bonus fics that cannot be found on AO3. I know you prefer AO3, but trust me when I say you cannot pass these up.

1. This fic by @loubuttons

This was posted directly to Tumblr, but I have it saved in screenshots on my phone and I re-blog it all the time because I absolutely ADORE it. I will always be down for Peter and Morgan fics, especially when Tony is involved, and this one touches my heart like no other. One-shot, Tony, Peter, and Morgan centric, featuring protective big bro Peter Parker and Tony being an amazing parent, with special guest appearances from equally awesome Pepper Potts and May Parker. No major warnings.

2. He’s My Intern? by losingmymindtonight (if they have a Tumblr, I don’t know it, so if anyone knows it, please find them and tell them they’re awesome)

This one was posted on FF.net, and it was actually one of the first Tony and Peter stories I ever read, and it BLEW me away. This one is another series of one-shots, but each one is filled with soft Tony and Peter moments and I love it. Multichapter, Tony and Peter centric, featuring Happy Hogan, Bruce Banner, F.R.I.D.A.Y., and all the hurt/comfort you could possibly want, with special guest appearances from Pepper Potts, May Parker, Ned Leeds, and several other Avengers. No major warnings.

Okaaaaay. I think that’s it??

Wow. That took me FOREVER.

And I’m not even sorry, because all of these authors deserve ALL of the credit I gave them.

Thank you so much for asking this! I hope I didn’t bore you or babble too much. XD

All of you should definitely check out these amazing fics! They 100% deserve the praise! <3 <3

Thanks again for asking! <3

#asks #personal #not an incorrect quote #still mcu #fan fiction #fanfic #fanfic recs #mcu #mcu fanfic #fan fiction recommendations #mcu fan fiction

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rekrappeter · 4 years

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just the two of us

pairing: fred weasley x reader

warnings: symptoms of depression

summary: fred comforts you in your darkest times

notes: this song just reminds me of fred from tiktok, also please ignore me projecting my feelings into this oops

“What’s got you looking so sad, darling?” your heart hammered against your chest at the sound of Fred’s voice interrupting your thoughts, your eyes flickered to his taller figure standing beside you. You huffed a deep breath, your gaze going back to the crooked window of The Burrow, looking out at the lawn where the rest of the Weasley family gathered with your closest friends from Hogwarts. They were soaking up the last of the Summer’s sunlight, a large picnic blanket draped over the freshly cut grass. You were standing in the kitchen, having just excused yourself to refill the jugs of water but you got too caught up in your own thoughts.

“I-I don’t know,” you replied, your voice soft and weak. You had the strangest feeling in the pit of your stomach - this was a new feeling, something that was persistent over that last month. The feeling was foreign; a strange mix of fear, hopelessness, worry, loneliness. What was so weird about it was that you were never alone, you always had someone around but as each day passed by, you felt more withdrawn from your own body. Every second of the day you were on the verge of tears, holding them back the best you could and there was no explanation for it. You slowly started to find comfort in your allocated bed in the Weasley household, spending more hours than you would have liked in it but you lost all motivation to get up.

“I haven’t seen you smile in weeks,” Fred said softly, turning to face you and he rested his backside on the sink, his eyes scanning your face. You forced a smile his way, beering your teeth but he shook his head, a small frown on his face. “That’s not your smile.”

It deflated you knowing that your friends were starting to see through the false actions that you put so much effort into. You hated that you couldn’t give them a reason as to why you weren’t feeling yourself, you desperately wished that you could - it would be easier for you to explain why you felt so unhappy all of a sudden. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth.

“Don’t be sorry, y/n, you’re not well.”

“I’m so tired, Freddie,” you muttered, feeling the tears build up again and you tried to hold them back but failed miserably when his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his body. Your arms lay limp by your side, covered in the oversized pink cardigan you became accustomed to. His body swayed you from side to side, he let you explode all your emotions into his dark green cotton t-shirt. “I’m exhausted,” you repeated.

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispered into your hair, his hand pressing against the back of it. He grimaced at the term of endearment that slipped past his lips, but he knew you were too distracted to think twice about it. You had bigger problems going on right now and he didn’t want to add to that. You shifted to look up at him, your eyes swollen with tears. He unconsciously wiped them away, his heart shattering at the sight of your lip trembling. “Want to dance?” He asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You nodded, heaving a deep breath as you detached yourself from his body and turned to the radio. You skipped the other tracks on the CD, going straight to your favorite song and letting the instrumental soothe you. Turning back to Fred, he gave you a soft wink and swayed his hips towards you. Your heart felt happy at that moment, but you physically couldn’t interpret how you were feeling.

You gladly accepted his outstretched hand, letting him twirl you to him. He led the way around the kitchen, and you clumsily stood on his feet a couple of times but he never complained. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, your body flushed against him as he sang the lyrics into your ear. “Just the two of us, we can make it if we try… sing with me,” he whispered, his lips pressing against your ear.

“You know I don’t sing.”

“You don’t do a lot of things these days,” he said, “Come on, sing..” he urged and you rolled your eyes, repeating the lyrics to him. He shook his head, an amused smile on his face. “Beautiful.”

“Shut up,” you found yourself smiling and giggling at him.

“There’s that beautiful smile.”

“You must think I’m very beautiful,” you retorted, a teasing smile on your face.

“I do,” Fred smirked back, swaying you on the spot, “You’re even beautiful when you’re sad.”

You rolled your eyes again at him before resting your head on his chest, letting the music revolve around you. You could hear Fred’s heartbeat, and it relaxed you. You knew that you were safe in his presence, that he would look after you, and do everything in his power to make you happy. The persistent feeling that you were experiencing slowly started to be defeated by the love that Fred held for you, knowing that his love outweighed any negative feeling you could ever have.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fluff #weasley twins #the weasley twins #harry potter #harry potter fandom

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trashyswitch · 3 years

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Dark Interrogations (With a Light Spin)

Roman gets interrogated for the robbery of a hoodie, a hat and a deodorant. Remus, Janus and Virgil work together to make Roman confess to his crimes and admit as to their location...

This has the 'tickle interrogation' trope going for it so if you're uncomfortable with that, I am very sorry. There are also some swear words, so you have been warned.

This fanfic goes out to @smileheart110 on Tumblr. Link

This fanfic also goes out to @kennabelee because I wanna. XD

So Smileheart and Kenna, I hope you both (and others) enjoy!

A pair of high heels could be heard echoing through the room...a paper was shuffled with...and a pencil was heard being used despite the pitch black darkness.

“Roman ‘Princey’ Sanders…” Someone said.

The name called, hummed in confusion as he registered who the voice belonged to.

“...What in royalty are you doing, Library boy?” Roman asked.

“Oh...Right I forgot he could recognize our voice.” The person admitted.

“We have the same voice.” Someone else said.

“I’m gonna turn on the liiiight~” someone else said before switching on a lamp. Roman squinted at how surprisingly bright the lamp was. He expected one of those modern lights with the slow build up to brightness. You know, the eco-friendly ones? But nope. Not here. The voices of the ‘strangers’ didn’t always have a green thumb.

Roman looked up at the faces that were staring him down. One of them was holding a clipboard and a pencil. Another one was holding pieces of paper. And the last one was giving him the death glare with a small box in his hand.

“Welcome to the interrogation room. You can refer to me as Deceit...Or Janus, if you want to.” Janus started.

“You can refer to me as Virgil...I prefer it that way. No ‘emo’, no ‘panic at the everywhere’, and no ‘kitty cat’ either. I’ve heard you and your list.” Virgil warned.

“And I’m starving.” Remus admitted.

Virgil sighed. “Remus we know.” Virgil growled.

“Can we hurry this up?” Remus asked. “I haven’t had my hourly deodorant because SOMEONE STOLE IT!” Remus smacked his hand onto the desk to scare him.

But hilariously enough, Roman didn’t even flinch. “Awww, boo hoo.”

Remus looked at Janus. “Can I slap him with your heel?” Remus asked.

“NO.” Janus and Virgil both shot back.

“Dammit…” Remus muttered.

“Heel?!” Roman looked down and sure enough, Janus was wearing heels. “...Huh…”

“Eyes up here asshole.” Virgil ordered. “Where are our things?” Virgil asked.

“What things?” Roman asked, pretending to be naive.

Virgil slammed a paper onto the table, revealing the hoodie...But the picture used to represent it, looked really poor quality.

Roman smirked. “Did you get that from clipart or something?” Roman asked.

Janus sighed. “It was the best we could do. Please stay focused.” Janus told him.

“Where is it?!” Virgil asked.

“Chill out man! I didn’t mess with your hoodies!” Roman reacted.

“It’s ONE hoodie, and it’s MISSING. And you’re the only one dumb enough to take it.” Virgil spat.

“Emo.” Roman spat back with a smirk.

“Prick in my ass.” Virgil shot back.

“Oooooh! Okay, boogeyman~” Remus teased.

“Ew!” Virgil turned to Remus. “Don’t you dare use your serial killer references on me!” Virgil ordered.

“Sorry, sorry…I’m just hangry…” Remus admitted.

“Really? What a surprise…” Janus muttered.

Roman chuckled. “Someone should make a tv show based on all of you.” Roman reacted.

“Brooklyn 99 is the equivalent of that already.” Virgil reminded him.

Virgil placed another paper down. “What about this? Where is it?” Virgil asked.

Roman sighed and looked down. This time, it was a picture of deodorant...but it had a leaf on the label with the word ‘Peppermint’ on the front. Roman guffawed. “No, I haven’t seen Remus’s ‘peppermint’ deodorant!” Roman laughed.

Janus blinked and checked the label. “Oh...Oops.” Janus admitted. “Anyway-” Janus placed the paper down. “You know what we really mean in this situation. Where is it?” Janus asked.

“I don’t know. I thought you hid it with your magic?” Roman replied, looking at Remus.

Janus sighed. “And as you can tell, this:” Janus showed a colored picture of Roman holding his hat, with the bowler hat circled with a red marker. “Where is my hat?”

Roman giggled and changed his voice. “Look! I’m Woody! Howdy Howdy Howdy!” He imitated.

Janus snapped his fingers and pointed at him. “AHA! So you DID steal it!” Janus declared. “And that means you stole everything else TOO!” Janus yelled.

“Whaaaat...if I was simply making a reference?” Roman asked.

“You weren’t.” All three interrogators said at the exact same time.

Roman’s smirk dropped. They really could read through his tricks…

“Where’s. Our. Stuff. Roman?” Janus asked, leaning forward to glare at Roman closely.

“Up. Your. Scaled. Tushy.” Roman spat back.

“Alright get the tools.

“Tools?! Seriously?!” Roman reacted.

“Yes, of course! We need to scare our thief into confessing to their most evil crimes known to man!” Remus told him. “Stealing. Our. Precious. Props.” Remus told him.

Virgil pulled out a toothbrush and clicked a button to turn it on. The electric tooth brush started humming and vibrating, leaving Roman confused. “You’re...gonna brush my teeth to death?” Roman guessed.

Virgil giggled evilly. “Think again, Ro.” While Janus held Roman’s hands behind his back, Virgil walked closer to Roman, pulled up a stool and brought the humming toothbrush closer to Roman’s belly button.

The toothbrush had only lowered a couple inches from his belly, when Roman started whining and biting his lip. “Ohohoho noho, you’re worse than yzma.” Roman muttered with a slight wobbly smile growing onto his lips.

“So...Where...is our stuff Ro?” Virgil asked.

“I-I don’t know!” Roman replied.

It was then that Roman SCREAMED and wiggled around as the toothbrush landed right into his belly button.

“I hope you like tickles, Princey~” Virgil teased. “Cause this is gonna last a while if you don’t confess.” Virgil added.

“WAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! NOT THEHEHEREHEHEHE!” Roman begged already.

“Woooow! Begging already?” Remus reacted. “I’m surprised! You can defeat a giant dragon witch, but you can’t handle a little tickwing to the bewwy button?” Remus teased.

Roman tugged on his arms to try and get out as his belly button was tormented with only a single little circular toothbrush. Man, being ticklish sucked right now!

Virgil stopped the electric toothbrush, but kept the toothbrush in his belly button. While this was happening, Janus leaned into Roman’s ear and clicked his tongue. “You gonna tell me where the stuff is?” Janus asked softly.

Roman felt tingles down his spine from both the hot air against his ear, and the super soft voice Janus was using.

Roman looked towards the ear Janus was whispering into. “Jeez, you could do an ASMR video or an ASMR channel if you wanted to! Holy crap!” Roman reacted.

“Answer the question.” Janus ordered with a more stern voice.

Roman looked at Virgil and Remus. “Guys...I seriously don’t know.” Roman told them.

“He’s lying. Vir-”

“Way ahead of ya, Jan.” Virgil pulled out a huge fan brush, turned on the electric tooth brush and used both items on Roman’s belly button region.

“NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA! VIHIHIRGIHIHIHIL STAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Roman pleaded.

Janus smirked as he leaned in, and blew cold air onto his neck. Roman squealed and curled his neck, throwing his head back in the process. “JAHAHAHAN!” Roman begged.

Then, Janus grabbed a feather and started tickling up and down Roman’s spine. “EEEEEK! WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!”

“Hey Remus...Do you wanna have some fun?” Virgil asked before turning off the toothbrush. Janus stopped the feather and looked at Remus with curious eyes.

Roman took the time to breath in and out as much as he could before the tickling started up again.

“Sure! And I know just the spot~” Remus grabbed a foot rest, placed it between Roman’s lower legs, and tied Roman’s legs to the bars on the sides of the foot rest.

Roman shrieked and tried to lift the foot rest, but a 50 pound dumbbell had been tied to the bottom of the foot rest as well! “NO! YOU’D BETTER NOT PULL THAT ANKLE-BREAKING MOVE FROM MISERY!” Roman shouted at him.

Virgil and Janus widened their eyes at each other while Remus wheezed. “Look around the room, you dumbass! There’s no sledgehammers anywhere here!” Remus reacted through his laughter.

“Except for in the closet…” Virgil muttered.

Remus hummed. “Wait what?”

“There actually is one in the closet…” Virgil muttered again.

Roman let out an ear-piercing SCREAM in horror. “OH FUCK! OH SHIT NO! REMUS YOU DO THAT, AND I’M DIVORCING YOU AS A FUCKING BROTHER-”

“Hey Janus, do you have an extra hand to cover up his mouth?” Remus asked casually...too casually.

Janus nodded and covered up his mouth. With Roman’s screams covered up enough to focus, Remus got up to do his thing. He walked to the closet, grabbed out the sledge hammer and made a large portal. Roman was still breathing heavily and freaking out. But Remus gave the sledgehammer a heave, and threw it into the portal. A loud “OW!” could be heard from within the portal before it was closed up.

“There! No more sledgehammer, and no more scared Roman.” Remus told him.

Roman’s scared face lessened dramatically as he registered the lack of a sledgehammer.

“You can uncover his mouth now.” Remus told Janus. Janus nodded and uncovered his mouth as Remus walked back over. “Now what I was ACTUALLY gonna do...” Remus sat down onto the foot rest, and scooted a bit closer. “Was this:”

Remus reached his hand out and started tickling the inside of Roman’s thigh. Roman widened his eyes, gasped in surprise, and leaned his head to the side as the craving to laugh filled his lungs. Roman tried to hold them back as best he could...But the moment the fingers reached the lower thigh, it was all over.

“EEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEK! NOHOHOHOHO! NONONO! NOTTHETHIGHS! HAHAHAHANDS AWAHAHAHAY!” Roman begged.

“Only if you confess to taking our stuff…” Remus reminded him as he moved his fingers to the other thigh.

“BAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAYOKAHAHAHAHAY! FIHIHIHINE!” Roman finally yelled.

Virgil smiled eagerly as Remus stopped his fingers. “Well?”

“Fihihihine...Yohohou wihihihin…*huff* I… *huff* I took ‘em…. *huff* *huff* Took ‘em all.” Roman finally admitted.

Remus smiled proudly and cheered. “YAAAAAY! I did it!” Remus declared.

“Totally didn’t see that coming…” Janus lied with a smirk.

“But wait:” Virgil looked at Roman. “Where did you put them?” Virgil asked.

Remus stopped cheering and looked at him. That was a good question! Where DID he put them?

Roman shook his head. “You said you’d let me go if I confessed. I confessed, so you need to let me go.” Roman told them.

“That’s why we have a tape record-” Virgil looked over at the tape recorder and noticed there was no tape in the tape recorder…

Virgil growled in pure frustration and anger the moment he heard crunching plastic on the other side of the table. Remus had moved himself to the other side of the table and…

..was eating the cassette tape.

“Whath? I goth hungryyy!” Remus reacted. “I’ff been hungry’fr hourth!” Remus added.

“And you couldn’t ASK FOR A BREAK?!” Virgil shouted.

Remus swallowed. “Mm mm. Go on. Keep going.” Remus told them, waving his hand to move them along.

Virgil sighed and looked at Roman. “Are there times you don’t associate with him?” Virgil asked.

Roman nodded. “All the time.” He replied. Rokman yelped as the circular spinning piece from the cassette tape smacked against his forehead. “OW!” Roman yelled.

“Thorry!” Remus reacted.

Virgil grabbed out another item from the tool box. “How about some oil?” Virgil asked.

OH HELL NAW!

Roman squeaked and wiggled around. “Uh uh! No way! Absolutely not! Get that stuff away from me!” Roman threatened.

Virgil giggled and poured some oil into his belly button.

“NOOOOOO!” Roman begged. Virgil grabbed a silicone oil brush from the tool kit, and started brushing and spreading the oil across his whole belly. Roman giggled and snorted as the brush moved everywhere across the regular skin, AND the shiny oiled skin. Whenever the brush would go across the oiled skin, Roman’s laughter would increase 10 fold, or even 20 fold! The oil made so much of a difference on Roman’s belly.

“And now for my new favorite part:” Virgil grabbed out two- TWO separate back scratchers. The metal back scratchers had paws on them rather than the usual fingers, which gave the back scratches metal claws rather than dull nails. Virgil handed one of them to Remus, and got ready to attack.

“NO...NOO PLEASE NO…” Roman pleaded.

“Where are they~” Virgil asked as he and Remus both brought the bear scratchers closer and closer to the belly.

“VIRGIL! REMUS! PLEASE! I DON’T KNOW! I! DON’T! KNOW! AAAAAAAAH!” Roman screamed and fell into loud cackles as the bear claws started scritching and scratching all over his poor, oiled belly.

“Where is it, oh ticklish prince of-”

“IHIHIHIN MYHYHY NIHIHIGHTSTAHAHAHAND! NIHIHIGHTSTAHAHAND!” Roman shouted.

Virgil widened his eyes. “Nightstand?!” Virgil reacted.

Remus got up, placed the bear claw scratcher down and sprinted to Roman’s bedroom. Roman took this moment to breath like his life depended on it. “Yohohou’re...lucky...I’m a side...otherwise...I will have...p-perished…” Roman said slowly.

Virgil laughed. “You wouldn’t have died, you drama queen.” Virgil fluffed his hair.

Janus smiled as he let go of Roman’s hands and wrote down the thief with the location of the items. “A criminal has pleaded guilty today. I say a job well done.” Janus told him. “And I mean it.” Janus clarified, telling him that he wasn’t lying.

Remus sprinted into the room with their stuff, and a mouth full of deodorant. “Hoodie!” Remus threw the hoodie to Virgil. “Hat!” Remus threw the hat frisbee style to Janus. “And MMMMMmmmmm!” Remus dug right into his deodorant like a mad man.

Virgil and Roman both bursted out laughing at Remus’s face, while Janus fixed his hat and hair. “There…” Then, Janus whipped off the high heels. “Finally! My feet can rest happy without these stupid heels!” Janus declared.

“FREE HEELS!” Remus declared, picking up the heels and sprinting out of the room.

Virgil shrieked and sprinted after him. “REMUS GIVE ME THOSE HEELS NOW, YOU ARE NOT HITTING PEOPLE WITH THEM!”

Roman bursted out laughing at their silliness and looked at Janus. “So...You gonna start that ASMR channel?” Roman asked.

Janus leaned into his ear with a smile. “Maybe~” He whispered.

Roman giggled nervously and covered his mouth. The teaser was already a huge indication that he was gonna DIE listening to Janus’s voice!

...A loud “OW! VIRGIL!” could be heard from all the way down the hall…

Those silly dark sides...

Also YES, 2 FANFICS TODAY! AREN'T YOU PROUD OF ME??? :D

#interrogation #roman and remus are twins #roman the thief #funny #humor #ticklefic #ler!virgil #ler!remus #ler!janus #lee!roman #teases #organized crime #not really though

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