#I personally love em and I can't wait for next week to go to the gay bar w these in

[cripplecryptid]

Had to sell my festival ticket so now I've bought myself a pair of nice earplugs for social settings as a treat instead <3

[mirohlayo]

hello lynaa!!

could you do (any driver) x reader where they just spoil em rotten with all these never ending very expensive gifts and reader gets emotional and he comforts her?

i love ur work btw <3

hello !! i literally LOVE this one, thanks for requesting it :)) i really struggle to choose between charles and oscar but i decided to go with oscar yeah (also thank u so much it's so sweet 🫶) hope it's okay !!

YOU'RE MY BEST GIFT | OP81

( despite the fact you don't like it, oscar can't stop spoiling you because you deserve everything )

warning : none just reader getting emotional, fluff and fluff

word count : 2.8k

!! english is not my first language !!

you are for sure the most precious person ever for oscar. being his partner means that he constantly makes sure you're always happy. he literally puts all his being into your relationship, he tries his best to keep everything perfect. if you're not satisfied enough then he's not either, and he always manage to do his best to make you feel fulfilled by his love and affection.

it also means that he obviously likes to spoil you. it's kind of his love language. he needs to buy you something, whether an object that reminded him of you or tons of expensive stuffs like perfumes, clothes, shoes... money doesn't matter for him, as long as he makes you happy with his little gifts then everything is good. plus he earns a pretty good amount of money, so he doesn't wait a single to waste it into gifting you lots of things.

so of course he notices the little stuff you were always looking at, whether on your phone in your shopping cart or when you would stare a bit too much at some storefronts during your dates. he often catches you looking at this pair of shoes that you really want for a while now, this oversized hoodie which reminds you of your boyfriend because there's literally the number 81 on the back, or also those cute pastries you always talk about how good they look.

but you know you'll never buy these things, maybe later in months but they're just too expensive for you. you can afford them but you can't all buy them in one seat, you also need to save money because you share your apartment's spending with oscar. you agreed at the start of your relationship that both of you will take part in renting, shopping and getting all the stuff and furniture you need to live together.

and your job pays you very much less than oscar's job so obviously you don't have the same income and money to spend it on extra expensive things you like. but it's okay, you actually like earning money little by little and when you finally have the good amount of money you're always happy to buy these little gifts you dreamed about.

now you are sitting comfortably on the couch, your laptop on your laps. your favorite playlist is playing on the loudspeaker in a low volume and you just have finished a schedule for your next week of work. "are you okay love ? do you want something to drink ? or a snack ?"

your boyfriend's voice comes from behind you, where the kitchen is. you turn your head and smile to him "a glass of water then please" you gently ask "no problem" he replies and opens one of the kitchen closet to grab a glass. you move again to go back to your laptop, and while you delete open pages on google, there's your shopping cart that appears. you forget to delete it last time.

you hesitate to delete the page, but your eyes gaze at the pretty things you put in your cart. you really want these cute shoes and this hoodie for a while now, and you'll be lying if you said you didn't dream about them everyday. you're so envious of those people who own them, sometimes you bump into some girls who are wearing them and it makes you even more excited about getting the shoes and the hoodie.

oscar soundlessly comes behind you, a tray with your glass of water and some fruits on it. just for you, because he's simply the most caring and sweet boyfriend you ever had. he approaches you in silence and you don't hear his steps, too occupied by the clothes on your laptop screen. but obviously he notices that you are once again staring at the same shopping cart. the same one as months ago.

he knows how much you want these items. maybe you're a bit desperate now and oscar doesn't like that. if you really want something then you'll have it. he likes to spoil you. he likes to buy you things because it makes you happy and he just needs to see your smile. but you're aware of the importance of money.

money is something very important for you and you know its value. so despite the fact you like receiving gifts, when oscar would spoil you too much with so many expensive things you can't help but get a bit angry. because you don't want him to spend all his salary for you. you're actually very reasonable and rational. you're humble and expensive gifts are like very precious to you because you value things

and oscar loves you for that. he thinks you're just so respectful and you never ask for anything, he don't even think you ever ask him to buy you something over your relationship. you always try to afford things by yourself and your hard work. and your boyfriend admire this. so when people or his "fans" would call you a scrounger, a girl who is here just for oscar's money, he get so annoyed. because if there's one person who doesn't count and don't care on his money at all, it's you.

he sighs and sit down next to you. "here's your water, princess" he says and he hands you the glass. you quickly change the shopping page to an other one with a youtube video, you panicked a bit because you don't want oscar to see you looking at these things. because you know he'll tell you that he can buy you it, and you always end up by scolding him gently, saying that if he dares do it you'll be mad for weeks.

"thanks love" you smile and take a sip of your water. he wraps one of his arms around your shoulders and pull you closer to him. "you finished your work ?" he asks against your hair, planting a soft kiss on it. "yes, i can finally take a break" you nod. "good then. i can have your attention" he hums and he's quick to move your laptop from your laps to place it on the table.

"cuddle me for a while" he says and he lay down on the couch. he makes you shift and you lay down too, your head on his chest and your legs crossed together. he wraps his arms around your back, rubbing it softly. "you work hard y/n. i'm so proud of my pretty girl" he smiles wide as his looks fall on you. you giggle and he can feel your laugh vibrates against his body, making him smile even wider. "i know. i'm such an amazing woman" you state with a tone of irony. "of course you are babe" he genuine knows it, he's proud to be boyfriend.

he starts placing lazy kisses on your head, sometimes on the back of your hand, still stroking your back. he run his hand under your hoodie, and his fingers rubs your soft skin softly, like you're a piece of porcelain. he's just too caring and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. but his soft touch makes you feel sleepy, and it doesn't take too long before you start to sleep.

he notices it because your breathing is slower and more regular. he places an other kiss on your hair. his eyes shift to your laptop screen. there are still your google searches on it, and he can't help himself but stretches his arm to move the touch mouse. he clicks on the page of your shopping cart, and knows he has a good look of the products you genuinely want.

he grabs his phone out of his pocket and he quickly takes a picture of the screen. he smiles to himself, proud of what he's going to do later this evening. now he knows what he needs to do.

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"and i'll take the strawberry one too please" oscar says as he waits for the seller to wrap the ten pastries he just finished to order. the seller hands him the little red box with the white ribbon around it. the blonde grabs his credit card and pays without looking at the price. he's not even bothered, because a silly smile is playing on his lips.

he bought you these pastries which you talk about every time you found a tiktok about it, rambling about how sweet and delicious they look, and oscar was listening to you. he finally bought plenty of them today for you, ten pastries to be sure you'll have enough. and if not then he'll go back again at the bakery to buy more. until you're satisfied.

now he's going back home, already excited to see you and your expression when you'll discover all the things he bought today. he told you earlier that he needs to get some groceries, which was a lie because he used this time to purchase all the stuff you so want. he literally went to all the different stores of the mall : perfumery, bakery, jewelry store, plushies store and more.

he knows he has spent a huge amount of money just for you but he absolutely doesn't care at all. you're his princess and you must receive princess treatment. so that's why he bought this cute plushie you genuinely adore, and also your favorite set of perfumes even though you already have an extra double at home. buying you jewelry was inevitable, he chose two bracelets and two necklaces, also several pairs of earrings. and the cherry on top is the matching bracelet he carefully chose for you and him.

but nevertheless he got some groceries, most of them just being your favorite food and snacks. he totally spent a lot of money, he may not even have a penny left in his bank account but it's absolutely fine, as long as it's for you he doesn't pay attention to it. he's simply happy to treat you well. to treat you like you deserve it.

he parks his car and run to the door. he's carrying all the gifts and bags in his hands. he's completely full. he rings the doorbell and seconds later he's meeting with your pretty face. "i'm back" he simply says and you let him go into the house.

first you didn't notice all the bags he was carrying, because there are two packages which were delivered during oscar's absence and which are lying around the door. you are sure you didn't ordered anything, and oscar didn't tell you either that he ordered something so why these two packages are lying on the floor ?

"oscar, what are these packages ? i didn't ordered anything and you didn't too" you start and frown looking at the boxes. your boyfriend take off his shoes and he was going to speak when you finally notice all the bags in his hands. "and why are you carrying so many bags? there are around ten of them !" you say shocked, your eyes dart out.

he only smiles to you and hands you all the bags "surprise princess ! the packages are for you and these bags too". you don't realize, you just blink. is this real ? you look at him completely lost and he laughs seeing your confused expression. "you ordered the packages ? you really bought me all of these gifts ?" you ask still not realizing what he did.

your boyfriend nods rapidly like a child, a wide smile stuck on his face. "i wanted to please you because you deserve it love" he replies. "but oscar..." you start and he knows you're going to get mad at him because maybe he did too much. but he doesn't want to hear that so he doesn't wait and guides you to the couch. he makes you sit on it and he brings all the gifts around you. "now open them. it's all for you".

you sigh and look him in the eyes. "baby i appreciate it but do you realize you bought too much ? like it's an incredible amount of things" "of course i am aware of it and i don't care at all." he shrug and sit down next to you. you look like you're going to refuse all the presents and oscar doesn't want that. he places a kiss on your cheek and put one the package on your laps. "open now. i know you'll thanks me later for that"

you can't do anything but open all the boxes and bags in front of you. you cut the cardboard and open it. the beautiful pair of shoes you so wanted is meticulously wrap in the box. you don't realize. you're clearly shocked. you pick up them carefully and admire them. they're so pretty. and oscar knows he wins everything when a big smile come up on your face. "i don't even know what to say. i wanted them for so long. they're so pretty oscar"

"they'll look perfect on you" he states and a second later he feels your lips on his cheek. he giggles at the sudden touch "next gift baby !!" he says and either him can't hide his excitement. you can't help it too, you forgot for a while your dissatisfaction towards him because you're like a kid at christmas in front of all of the gifts. you open the second package and your look fall on the white and orange hoodie which reminds you of oscar.

it looks perfect. perfect like your boyfriend. the hoodie is clearly making you smile wider, though you were already getting cheek cramps. "how it looks ?" he asks in a nervous tone. "just incredibly beautiful and perfect" you says as you touch the soft fabric. "good. but we are not done. they're still the bags here" he points out the remaining bags on the floor.

and you open them all. the perfumes, the jewelry, the plushie, the snacks and even the pastries. you don't know how much they all cost but you're sure it's very very expensive. but you can't hide your happiness, you're so grateful for that. all the gifts are just more than enough. and your dissatisfaction turned into thankfulness.

all of these gifts, the way he bought you everything you wanted because he wanted to please you, all of that makes you emotional. and you can't help but let some tears fall down on your face. oscar notices it and he starts to panic. "wait- are you okay love ?" he asks cautiously. you wipe a tear and nod to reassure him. "yes don't worry i'm okay. it's just... it's just..."

you let a sob and he can't take it anymore. he pulls you into his arms, pressing soft kisses on your face. "tell me y/n" he says softly. he don't want to push you, just so caring. "it's just that i don't want you to spend all your money and buy extra expensive things to me. i'm okay with what i already have, i don't care if i can't afford what i want. i just don't want you to waste all your money only for me"

oscar smiles softly and pulls you closer. oh how his heart pang from love. from affection and adoration. he's so in love with you. he rubs your cheek with his thumb and place a soft kiss on your lips. "but you know that i don't care princess. i want the best for you and i want to treat you well like how you deserve to be treated. i like to spoil you. i like to buy you gifts" he explains to you. "but you're already my best gift oscar"

his brain stopped to work just as his heart skipped a beat. he can't hide his smile. "and you are too. that's why i genuinely want to pleasure you, because you're a princess that deserves all the love in the world. money doesn't matter. i know you don't like that but i'll never stop myself to spend money for you. you are the only person I would do anything for and all you have to do is ask me what you need, i'll give it to you right away"

you let another snob out of your mouth. the boy starts to peck all your face. "i don't deserve you oscar. i'm so lucky to have you." "no, i'm the lucky one. i don't even know how i managed to pull someone like you" he laughs and you giggle. "i love you oscar. so much"

he smiles and leans in to kiss you tenderly. his lips move perfectly on yours. he pulls back and look at you with heart eyes. "i love you too my girl". you hide your face in the crook of his neck and you stay like that for a while. until he gets up. "now i'm gonna make some coffee for you to drink with the pastries"

and he'll put on the table a tray of pastries, a cup of hot coffee next to them. you'll share the strawberry cake with your boyfriend, and you'll remains him of how perfect he is. because after all he's clearly the best boyfriend in the world...

[sea-of-dust]

Till it becomes a pumpkin

Yuta Maki Inumaki x Gn! Reader

Summary: part one of the tamaki s/o series this one ant for my moots its for me 😻

Notes: the reader will be referred to as boss sometimes. Reader has a curse technique to suppress certain things and extends this ability to objects. Little Halloween snit bit at the end of eatch one. IM SORRY IM A DAY LATE.

Warnings: swearing, pretty long headcannons, not proofread some parts im half asleep.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

When he joined jujitsu high, you had this werid welcoming feeling about you. He couldn't put his finger on it...that was till you,Inumaki and Panda cornered him. "As your classmate I cannot stand by and watch you suffer" you pull out two hairclips "please hold still" utterly confused yet letting it happen you carefully put the hair clips on. "Rika didn't come out..." "that just means my cursed technique is as amazing as ever" "Bonito flakes" "Shut up inumaki" you pull out a mirror showing him the hairclips in his hair. "It only suppresses Rikas will to attack people you consider allies, only take it off when you feel you have full control"

He stuck around you more than anyone else there, sometimes hiding behind you. "Wait till he realizes you can barely flight" "keep talking and I'm going to suppress your hairline into next week" you held Yutas hand with that same welcoming warm presence. "You'll be fine" Even when he got to know you all better he still stuck by you and inumaki the most.

"You're so cute Yuta!!" Is something mostly everyone's heard for the past year, you'll never stop showering him with praise and affection for the most minor things. "You're into him" "PFTTT please yutas my best friend plus he's always so gloomy I'm only trying to cheer him up" "Bonito flakes" "I swear to god Inumaki" "you're into him!!" Panda walks back to Yuta and then to you "you have a fat chance!" "STOP WITH THE STUPID POSE" thank god he somehow didn't hear half of that conversation

He did try to confess to you...multiple times. "So I was thinking we could go out sometime" "oh? So you finally proposed a spot?" "I really like you y/n" "I like you too Yuta!" "Really?" "Yea you're my friend!" He'd never correct you thinking you were just avoiding the topic when in reality you just never got it. Until most of your friends called you out on it. "I don't know he just seems more glum than usual" you pause looking up when two figures hover over you "has anything happened over those few days" "well...he said he liked me and that he wanted to go out" your friends stare in shocked silence. "What?" One of them finishes up a few pencil strokes "have you considered the fact he has a crush on you" your eyes widen at the thought. "WAIT HE DOES?!" "You tone deaf idiot" and so they set up a plan to isolate both of you from the rest. "Turn em down like him back I don't care" as soon as the door locks you sigh lightly "Yuta...do you have a crush on me" his eyes widen with his cheeks turning pink. "Why would you think that" "you lock arms with me alot you say things that kinda flew over my head at first and" he shushes you quickly avoiding eye contact, moving his hand off your mouth as you begin to speak up. "I love you too Okkotsu" you could have sworn you saw his heart skip a beat "are you serious?" "I wouldn't joke with someone's feelings, especially yours" you could have sworn he was on the brink of tears watching him walk up to you, gripping you waist tightly and hiding his face in your chest. As soon as you pat his head the waterworks flow. "There there Yuta" hugging him back gently you let him cry into your chest

"Sooo who's the lucky lad boss" "I'm not telling you" "you don't have to he's your lock screen" "WHEN DID YOU GET MY PHONE" you link arms with your friend "MAKE THEM STOP PLEASEEE" "I would but this Yuta person has me intrigued aswell" "...you can't be serious" "were very serious, we should share cake with him!" "..oh no" they did meet him sadly and found out how easy it was to fluster him. "So how's the boss like around you" "eh?!" "Do they not treat you differently at all" Yuta hesitantly takes a bite of cake "now that you mention it they do hug me more often" your friend stares at him narrowing his eyes watching Yuta flush up. "Something tells me boss kisses you before bed too" "HUH?!?" "Knew it cross it off bingo!" "I got a cross already" "I already filled mine" "dammit"

He probably has a bingo too with how open he is to showing pda. Hugs from behind that feel like he's trying to be as close to you as humanely possible, whispering into your ear small little things he wanted to do later, kissing you suddenly but somewhere private, and the free space casually calling you "honey or babe" infront of everyone but Gojo. This is mostly how your friend group outside of school found out about the people you go to school with. "So you're here for the bingo of your life huh?" "First one to fill their board wins" "you're on" turns out Yuta was the one everyone got bingo on first.

This is also why you two mostly go on dates in the night. "Pst yuta yutaa" he rolls over "pookie" "NO NOT AGAIN oh-" sitting up suddenly he sees you at his window "WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?!" "No time to explain I wanna take you somewhere" "where?" "A surprise" you lead him out the window to a small hill sitting down on the grass. "Wait for it" he does only looking at you though until you suddenly point at the sky, his eyes widen as stars begin to fall not noticing when his head lands on your shoulders. "I'm sorry I heard the news and didn't wanna be the only one to see it" his hand reaches for yours while he watches the stars. "I just wanted to show you this then we'll be off" "then let's stay a while" he moves a bit closer "but you can barely keep your eyes open" he hugs you suddenly "then let's stay till I fall asleep" you only hum in response you two watching the stars together.

You two couldn't be separated even for two secounds. Of course if it was for a mission you'd be understanding but that wasn't gonna stop you from your u.f.o accusations. "HES BEEN TAKEN GET THE HELICOTPER I BEG OF YOU" "Why do you have one at the ready? But relax he's in Africa for a mission" "of course.." "nothing to worry about" as soon as maki tried to hang up "ALIENS KIDNAPED EM AND NOW THEYRE KEEPING HIM IN AFRICA" "HES FINE CALM DOWN" she sighs into the mic "listen..Yuta is gonna come back he'll be fine mostly unharmed now please go back to sleep" she hears a sniffle on the other line "thank you Maki" didn't stop you for nearly losing all energy and barely able to perform starlight kicks "Boss what was that?" "Starlight kick more like bummy poke" they're waiting for the random rain so you can reach maximum dramatic. "I know you two text everyday but if you miss him call him" "you cake devouring monster what a great idea!" You call him near instantly and suddenly your emo arc is over. Wait till you learn Yutas been the same way while away.

As soon as he gets back you do almost instantly notice his change in demeanor. More confidently standing infront of you and smiling warmly. "Yuta..." "yes?" "YOURE SO CUTE HOW COULD ANYONE BE INTIMADATED YOURE LIKE A PUPPY" that demeanor instantly broken by how you showered him with adoration. "Super soft too" you hug him for a long while everyone coulda sworn that guy turned a new shade of red just because of you. "And you took off the hairclips I'm so proud of you Yuta" you hold his head to your chest hugging him close not noticing just how flustered he is yet happy to be by your side. "That reminds me" you feel Two objects clip to your hair with him showing the same hairclips you gave when you first met him. "They look nice on you" giggling softly he takes a picture of your confused face. "DONT TURN THIS ON ME YOURE WAY CUTER WITH THESE ON" "I don't need em anymore!" "I don't care put em back on!!"

"Close your eyes and" Click, as soon as that's heard a bunch of lights and decoration were turned on. "It looks amazing Yuta I can't thank you enough" "don't mention it" "I will mention the cutiest Halloween decorator in the world!" You cup his cheeks ready to give him a small kiss. "Ew cut it out" "what if kids see" "you two need to get a life" they both shake their head in unison "simp" "oh my god" "they just came to remind you we had a party at the school" one of your friends hand you a flyer "yes I know I was just about to leave my candy bucket out" "that's not the problem" your friend looks at Yuta "where's his costume?" Your eyes widen at this realization. "...I'll be right back" you drag him inside quickly opening your drawer of make-up "when did you have this?" "You doubt how many times people ask for either a pad or makeup, always prepare for everything!" You run around gathering things while panicking and looking back at him only to get some of the best smiles in modern day. "Yuta don't look at me like that it's making me wanna give you dog ears" he turns away hearing tou ravange your closet when finally you settle on an outfit for him. "Here here we don't have time put it on I beg of you" "you think boss is going through hell up there" "have faith in y/n if they can manage to make probably criminals into club memmbers well be ok" they all look at their rabbit loving friend. "What?" "AHHHHHHHH" "that's bosses "I SAW SOMETHING WAYYY TOO GOOD THE TWINS SHOULD DO SOME DIGGING AND MAKE FUN OF EM SCREAM" "you're adorable" your on the brink of tears looking at him after putting on the outfit "the most handsome phantom I've ever seen" "are you sure-" "I'm very sure I'll just have to change my outfit last minute but" you sit him back down grabbing your eye liner "please hold still this shouldn't be long" "oh no please take your time" the same guy enjoying how close your chest was to him watching your eyes narrow as you figure out what to do. It's a great view on his end. Unfortunately, you finish quickly with you quickly changing to match him. "Alright lets-" you were stopped by him hugging you tight placing kisses all over your face. "I couldn't pass up this chance for the world" he kisses you again "you're gonna ruin your make-up Yuta" you avoid eye contact "I don't mind if it means you get to cup my face more" "Yuta!" You walk downstairs with him with the others. "Alright dearest" "blerg" "Shut up, anyway let's go win that contest" "that you're suddenly interested in" "Why yes since I have the best partner for it ever there's no wa-" your friend shushes you casually throwing you and Yuta into the car you all shared "lets go before they start monologing" "YEAAA"

She wonders why you don't use a ball instead of those needles for weapons... Because while you were playing with friends outside of school all she heard was "IVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU TWO, STARLIGHT KIIIIIICK" and a few secounds later she got knocked out cold. Woke up in your bedroom with you crying next to her. "MAKI YOURE AWAKE!!" "What the hell happened" "you were hit with bosses starlight kick" "it was for them! I didn't mean to hit you!" Sincere sounding enough didn't save you from her attempting to train with you.

"It's either you teach me that kick or we train together for a week" "please don't ive seen what you've done to Yuta" you did attempt to teach her your kick and it mostly failed miserably, didn't stop you from suddenly getting determined to try harder. "Welp looks like you're training with me" you move her leg a bit "try kicking it now and with wind up" "ok?" "And kick it like Panda made a weird comment about you" she performed a starlight kick flawlessly at that momment. You cheered watching that ball go into orbit while maki grumbled under her breath. "That was amazing Maki!" "First try too" She always seemed to come up to you more often to flex her achievements just so you could stroke her pride a bit.

You even spoke about her outside of jujitsu tech. "Boss is into people that would most likely step on em. As usual they're always this werid" "CUT IT OUT YOU TWO, Makis super cool though you'll love her!" Little to say they did love her, so much she's basically apart of your friend group outside of school now. They're debating on making her the new vice prez to witch you friend did NOT approve to say the least. "Atleast she won't take pictures of us while asleep" "actually I have them while most of you were awake and those have been selling better than the sleeping ones suggest you get better sheets" "Awe man" "wadya mean awe man he just confessed to having cameras in our houses" "unless you wanna sell them for free" there's a long silence. "I don't think we should demote em guys" "yea totally not illegal im blind" "bliinndddd" three of you say in unison

She does like dragging you around to do stuff with her. "Y/n!" "Yea!" "Lets go to the supermarket together" "what could be waiting for us there-" "instant coffee" "SAY NO MORE" you do this happy go lucky little dance whenever you drink it even though she finds it childish it is pretty fun watching you enjoy instant coffee. "Thank you Maki I'm gonna drink the entire box" "save some for me" "maybe" "wadya mean maybe?" She did have to hide any mention of instant coffee around you.

The twins use her to mess with you, knowing to exploit your totally not obvious crush on her. "Hey boss wanna play" "I'm busy right now" "shame I guess we'll just have to plan our wedding with Maki then" you turn your head around almost like an owl as soon as maki and marry were in the same sentence. "I'll play" your voice suddenly more threatening and low as the twins shrug "alright then-"

She did like being around you alot, that changed from like to loved the day you hugged her when she got back from a mission. "MAKI!" no time for her to respond she braced for impact, not expecting a quick yet tight hug from behind. "I missed you a bit" "seems like more than a bit" you huff softly "I..." You tighten your grip even more "just had a bad feeling atleast I was wrong" sighing she pushes you off "you're gonna crush my ribs" "OH-" You let go of her backing up "I'm glad you're ok Maki" she couldn't sleep after hearing those words, you're the worst for saying that you owe her!

So she makes it her mission to ask you out. Shouldn't be that hard except she doesn't know how to put it. "Oh so you're trying to ask out y/n" the twins giggle "don't worry we got you covered" your friend pushes up his glasses before him and the twins get to work "remmber Wednesday by their window and be there by sundown" the twins smirk while your friend finishes up the thing he was scribbling. "Put this in their mail" "Sure thing!" She did what she was told opening your window to see you turned around "Maki, I must confess this is kinda...unlike you" "wadya mean?" You give her the note "IM IN LOVE LOVE. EVRYTIME I LOOK AT YOU IT FEELS LIKE MY HEART BEATS OUTTA MY CHEST PLEASE MARRY ME!!" That's all she got through before crumbling it "im gonna end em" letting her in from the window and closing it. "They usually do that thinking they'll help, they're not very good at love notes" you cringe remembering one of them, looking to see Makis embrassed expression. "So they tricked me" "I mean they got your message across" laughing softly she narrows her eyes walking closer "I like you, go out with me" "so straight foward" she looked at you seriously "I love you aswell if it wasn't odvious" sighing she hugs you hesitantly.

She won't be lovey dovey in public she mostly hides it, infact you didn't even know she had a crush on you till she told you. Won't stop her from bluntly declaring it. "Soo" the twins stare at you two walking in, you not sure how Maki will feel about it decide not to say anything, fortunately for you she smirks "we're dating" everyone stops in their tracks before an uproar of "WOOAAAHAHAHHAAHHAHH"'s were heard. The clubroom sounded like a frat house. "Congrats boss!" "CONGRATS Y/N!" The look on one of your fangirls faces were priceless exactly what she aimed for when doing that.

As SOON as you two are alone, it's a different story. "You should kiss me" "you just closed the door maki" your laugh only makes her even more lovesick. "You owe me two now" "so unfair" she's all over you when your alone as if acting on every thought she held off in public. "Maki dial it back-" she kisses your cheek "what scared?" As if teasing you she holds your hands pinning you down "I've been waiting all day for this you know" you go to school the next day looking a bit stunned by thise events that anytime you think of maki you just kinda pause. This happened way too much. Thank god no one figured out why.

She dosent understand why you help people so much its kinda painful to see you walk into odvious traps. Such as the one set up by a newspaper club. "Excuse me you know y/n correct" "yes why?" "Is it true they have a dark side?" She thinks back a bit "you mean the emo phases?" "NO NO not that! The evil dark side kind" she realizes what's going on rather quickly "No matter of fact y/n's a ball of idiotic sunshine" "Maki!!" You shout out to her suddenly "come on! We're about go start the next round without you!" She walks off toward you ignoring further questions from the newspaper club. Unluckily for them they had gotten a surprise visit from the club memmbers aswell as her. "They disbanded? What a shame" "indeed" "you two just pushed up your glasses in sync that was cool" "do it again"

She took you to a haunted house not expecting to carry you the entire time. "AHHHH MAKI A GHOST!" "it's super small tho" "SAVE MEEE" "MAKI!!" As much as she would admit your cute when scared she wasn't gonna let em jumpscsre you like that. "Hold my hand" you blush a bit "oh I cant" "you wanna get outta here?" You grab her hand as she leads you out with ease, almost avoiding all jumlscares. "What about this" she presents to you a small cart. "Now we can't run" "don't worry too hard about it" swallowing your fear temporary you went through the ride with her resting on her shoulder fully admiring the scenery. "Thsnk you for bringing me" "don't mention it" she pinches your cheeks "your reaction to all this is key ya know" "they really are scary!" "One was just a cut out" "still scary!" She laughs softly at that "what?" "Maki protect me!!" Qouting you as your face turns red "your the worst" "oh please you love me" she kisses your cheek not thinking much of it, but leaving you speechless. "You know you never kissed me in public before..." You get a bit bashful "maybe I should be scared more often" "too late already know your tactics" "awe"

"BONITO FLAKES!!" "STOP SQUIRMING" he kept moving his head away as you tried to give him a spoon. "Inumaki you're gonna taste this so I don't lose to those two idiots and you're gonna be honest" "Mustard leaf!" "Gojo was being dramatic he didn't pass out!" You see disgusted fear in his eyes before he swallows down and opens his mouth. To his surprise its pretty amazing. "Sooo" he narrowed his eyes "salmon" "YES!" "I never knew you cooked" Panda walked in. "Why I do, to make everyone happy I mastered many things" "so you mastered leaving the teachers bedridden" "I TOLD YOU HE WAS JUST BEING DRAMATIC, that won't stop me from beating the twins in this bet" you smirk "maybe I'll even get that little bunny holding monsters approval!" You reach your fist to the sky. No one was sent to bed because of your cooking that day.

You've always forced inumaki to do stuff with you and in exchange whenever he'd as you'd use your curse technique to limit the effect his abilities had on him. He just had to sit through a make-over scene. Sometimes he thinks you can just nerf his powers entirely if you tried but you'd always respond "last time I tried to cancel someone's cursed technique I think I was too broad with it, think the guy ended up with like 50% fish 50% human it was really awkward". He "looses" the clips you gave him and you always have the same "WHAAA we must set up a funeral arrangement" "salmon" "don't agree your paying for it" "fuck" "don't speak normally while I'm reconsidering our friendship"

You're also the Inumaki decoder, which is why you two are usually partnered for missions, totally not because Gojo sees it happening. "Those two are married" "Why yes they are" "what-" "Bonito flakes" "not what you said last time this question came up" you could feel inumaki go deadpan you could tell the guys smiling under there "Bonito flakes" said in the most "I'm lying" way ever "I swear- give it to us before this guy ends up six feet under"

He definitely would find out the hard way what club you do outside of the high school. This "cooking competition" was actually a setup for something else something with rose petal involvement... "Welcome ladies" "AAAAAAAAHHH" "I've made eatch one thinking of all of you please savor every bite" "oh y/n you remembered my favorite dish!" "How could I forget something that important when it reminds me of you" "tuna tuna" "oh y/n please not in public" "don't worry my dear no one would mind this display of my adoration" "ah-" the girl causually faints into your arms and you put her in the preprepared bench to rest. "That's the 32nd boss" "I bet you guys couldn't reach 20" "we just had our 19th" "eh. HUH" "Tuna tuna" "you two idiots!!" You ran off once again never noticing inumaki trying to get your attention so he did the next best thing. "Next guest-" "tuna" it was as if someone had suddenly decided to jumpscare you, your eyes widening as you instantly break character finally hearing his voice. "...well if you don't mind" you drag him behind a table" trembling as you grip his shoulders "inumaki...what the hell are you doing here" "followed" "ARE YOU SERIOUS" you sigh "whatever listen you're gonna pretend to be a normal customer and then we move on with our day" "salmon" "yea you better" he enjoy that day knowing you watched his every move, kept it a secret just so he could keep messing with you.

He does sometimes wonder what it's like for the girls that come by so he does try to get you to seriously put on your theatrics, unfortunately you see him as a friend. Just means to try harder. "Inumaki?" He gets closer to you laying his head on your shoulder "are you alright would you like me to get you some water?" He dosent respond only holding your waist. "Inumaki...I don't know what's wrong but" you play with his hair "you always seem to brighten up when I do this" the twiddling with his hair strands was amazing to say the least. "I like you alot" "huh?" "I mean it I love you" you stop playing with his hair "wait...YOU TWO?!" You blush heavily "I've been inlove with you for a while aswell" smileing fondly he hugs you even tighter. "Salmon" "salmon you jerk" teasing him you kiss his forehead, you could feel him melting.

Everyone just automatically knows you two are dating without even saying it. "So did you two get together over the weekend?" "?" "I can feel it it feels like I'm third wheeling" "don't worry too much about it" "salmon" "yeaaa" Maki narrows her eyes at the both of you. "Inumaki there's a spot I wanted to try out nearby" "?" "They're even setting up dates right now" "it's gone too far" "who the hell are you two" your friends turn to her one with a bunny in hand the other looking like if megumi cut his hair and got taller. "A fanclub" "They're leaving" "GO GO" she did finally got conformation you two were dating when inumaki held your hand and looked as if he were about to teasingly kiss you, thank god your friends were so painfully odvious as stalking. "Inumaki you mustn't,wait...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE" "sorry boss just wanted to see it happen since you had to cancel" "WHO PUT YOU UP TO THIS" your friend raises his hand "I'm jealous" "that's the worst excuse you came up with.

He will admit one of his favorite activities is getting involved in your out of school shenanigans. "I order you to master the sassy chicken by the end of this week!" "Salmon" "inumaki not you unfortunately you can waltz...right?" "Bonito flakes" "UNACCEPTABLE, get over here were gonna dance!" He lied he just wanted to see you flustered, unfortunately he realized you were incredibly serious on this. "So what if you might not be there it's still worth it to teach you" you teach him quite quickly. Now let him buy those magazines of you.

The twins love him. So much infact that he helps mess with you. "Heyyy pookie" "who told you to call me that-" Inumaki waves from the distance. He 100% uses the twins to send you letters while your in the middle of club activities. "Now now ladies" "Boss it's from tuna" "...give it to me" you take it gracefully opening it to reveal "ditch the ladies and get over here" you turn your head to see inumaki stuffing his face with cake with the other two turning around just to smirk at you "that little" you fold it neatly putting it in your pocket "apologies ladies" "AHHHHHH" "SELL YOUR BATHWATER" "Alright now that's a little too werid"

He does like making you his personal nap post, trust as soon as he gets the chance he hits you with the "so tireddddd" waddle and lays on you. Ofc the first few times you gave him piggy back rides letting him sleep on your back but then he kinda ruined it when he didn't even use his curse technique at all. "Wait a minute you didn't use it at all!" Your eyes narrow as you point at him "no free piggy backs you can walk!" "Bonito flakes..." "you have a bed at home" you are his bed at home! He does NOT let you go as soon as he's napping you're gonna have to rizz people up with him latched onto you.

As soon as you two are alone he's up to something. Biting your cheeks texting you the most random things so he doesn't accidently curse you. "I wanna go to a park" "marry me" he deletes that text "sorry my cat typed" "you're right next to me you're such an idiot" and the best part a kiss to the forehead. The best thing ever in his opinion is when you get all affectionate. "You're always so needy, one can only assume you'd want to spend every waking momment with me" kissing his forehead again while playing with his hair the guy basically turns into puddy. "I should do this more often so you won't be jealous of the fans" you pull him closer "not to worry I'll be as affectionate as need be to make up for that" "salmon" he dosent even look up at you but he's very amused by the idea cuddling up to you continuing to play with his hair

"Salllmmmoonn" "you're a very depressing zombie ya know you're worse than Yuta" "Bonito flakes" "true you're much more adorable" "salmon" "salmon" you repeat back at him watching his cheeks puff. "Don't worry zombumaki well scare the other team easily!" "How long till they get here" "10 minute" "perfect" you continue on with your plan to jumpscare the next people in the room. "You'll be down in just a secound inumaki" waving at him from up there while he's stuck to the ceiling suspended by a few bits or ropes. "You know your lines right?" "Salmon" "perfect" you and your friend hide in the corner together bickering about small things. "You're such a jerk" elbow jab strike one "we wouldn't be friends if I wasn't" "true I like you like this" "me too" strike 2 "Oh they're comming!" You grab your friends wrist pulling them closer "shush shush I swear" "Relax I'll cover your mouth if you scream too loudly" "you're the worst" he quickly shushes you, strike three there wasn't time to glare at your friend as someone had triggered the trap set by you and your friend. He suddenly drops down infront of the guests "boo" "AHHHHHHHHHHHH" They all ran off without a secound thought. "Great job inumaki!" You untie his ropes so he's able to get out "I'm sure you got then good" "salmon" he hugs you suddenly glaring at your friends before back at you. "Alright next stage" he pulls you down suddenly whispering something in your ear making you blush. "Go on without me" "Alright if you insist" your friend leaves the room, with that happening Inumaki hugs you tighter making you pat his head. "You were a great zombie good job" giving him small head pats you stand there with him for a little while. "We're gonna win cause of you" "salmon" "of course you'd say that" you move his head to face yours. "Yes im helping you take off your makeup" "salmon" "yep"

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This Was Unexpected Pt.4

This Was Unexpected Pt.4 (Polyamorous Relationship with Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada)Reader is Female and uses she/her pronouns

This is kinda like part 3.5 cause I'm kinda doing these by months. I don't know if that was obvious or not but.. yeah...  But basically, this is like a Christmas Edition since it was December... I think this may either be a really short read, or a really long one... but I haven't written anything for it yet so I have no idea... but anyways, ENJOY!

!!!WARNING: LANGUAGE

Word Count: 4776

Today was the beginning of Christmas break at UA. After school ends, both your husbands will be home for a few weeks! Except for Shota's mission that he has to go on. Which sucks because it's right before Christmas. Literally 4 days before Christmas!! It's always been stressful to try and figure out what to get for Shota. Hizashi's an open book. Easy to read and is always mentioning something he wants, so buying for him was a piece of cake!! But, Shota is quite the opposite. 

"Hey baby! I'm home!" Hizashi exclaimed, excited to be back and take a break for a few weeks. 

You smiled up at him and got off the couch, where you had been scrolling through Amazon to find something for Shota but you noticed that he wasn't with Hizashi. You hugged him and gave him a few kisses, "Welcome home, babe! Where's Sho?" You asked.

"He had to stay back. They had a meeting about that mission he's going on next week," he sighed. "What were you doing before I got back?"

"Looking for a present for him," You whined, annoyed that you still couldn't find anything.

He chuckled, "I'll look with you, come 'ere baby!" He pulled you to the couch, sitting down first before pulling you on top of him to sit on his lap, his arms making their way around your waist. Your back against his chest and his chin resting on your shoulder You grabbed your laptop off of the coffee table and sat it on your own lap, continuing to scroll.

"What's something of his that's really worn out, or broken... or something he needs??" you mumbled.

"I honestly can't even think of anything..." your partner muttered back.

"We could get something sentimental. I know he kind of prefers gift of the practical kind, but I feel like something sentimental would be really sweet too..."

"Babe, you're gonna get something so good for him I won't have anything to get!!"

You giggled, kissing his cheek as he pouted. "You'll find something, I'll help!" you cheered, smiling at him. You looked back at the laptop, "What about this!! He loves coffee, so what if we get him a personalized coffee mug!!"

"Ooooo! I bet he'd love it!! We should get him a gag gift too! I think it's become a tradition at this point" Hizashi laughed.

"What about a pair of boxers with our faces on them? I think he'd wear em'"

"If he ran out of his 7 pairs he has! Especially if I start taking his again"

"I'll help too," you winked, finding cute pictures to stick on the mug of the three of you. "Ordered!"

"What's ordered?" Shota mumbled, kicking off his snowy shoes.

You exited the tab as fast as possible, "your present~"

"I told you guys you didn't need to get me anything," he grumbled as you and Hizashi made your way to him.

"But we wanted to!" the blonde explained. 

Shota sighed, "fine, fine! But we need to talk. All of us. It's about the mission kind of..."

You and Hizashi looked at each other, nodding. You all sat down around the slightly messy dining table, waiting for Shota to speak.

"On this mission, obviously our goal is getting Kai Chisaki under control," you both nodded, "but, recently, Midoriya found out he's got a child. Whether she's biological, or some girl that is being held hostage... she's in a bad situation. Obviously we have no idea what's going to happen, but this mission is going to be riskier than originally."

"Do... do you think she'll be okay?" You muttered.

"I hope. Things are looking up for us. Don't get too worried. Everything'll be alright." Shota replied.

"You better be safe."

"I will," he got up, kissing Hizashi's forehead, then yours. "Now, I gotta go shower, you should too Zash. Got way too much hair gel, its gross" He mumbled.

You giggled at his comment. You heard the bedroom door shut, "he seemed very off right?" you glanced at Hizashi.

"Definitely. I think he's worried."

The two of you sat in silence for a minute. 

"Well. I'll go start dinner. What do you want?"

A few days later, the day of the mission

Shota was ready to leave. Both of his lovers still comfortably cuddled up in bed. He kissed their temples, hoping to slip out before either of you woke up. But of course, like the light sleeper you are, you woke up at least a little bit. You groaned, rolling over towards him. With half lidded eyes, you reached up for him. He reached down and wrapped his arms around you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He picked you up, one hand rubbing up and down your back, the other holding your ass firmly. You rested your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose into his neck.

"Can't hold you for long baby. Gotta go get my students ready." He whispered, kissing your temple again.

You nodded against his shoulder, giving a few sleepy kisses to his neck. "Be safe," you muttered.

He hummed, "try my best."

Hizashi stirred awake after trying to find either of you on the bed. His eyes barely opened before pulling Shota to sit down on the bed, finding his way behind his husband and wrapping his arms around Shotas waist. Yours no longer interlocked behind his neck as Hizashi rests his head on the shoulder you're not on. (I can't explain it any further... Your straddling front, Hizashi is hugging from behind) 

Shota sighed, "I'll be back tonight. I promise. I'll be safe." He mumbled, "I'll be okay."

You nodded, slowly falling back asleep. Hizashi muttered a soft, "Just be careful... okay?"

Shota turned his head, pressing a kiss to his lovers forehead, "I will," he spoke, before kissing your shoulder. "I gotta go, take her for me?" 

"Mhm"

The blonde got up, helped peel you off of Shota and held you the same as the latter had. "I love you, babe."

"I love you too"

A few hours later, you and Hizashi were slowly waking up, still curled up with each other. The blonde kissed your lips gently, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You kissed him back gently. When you pulled away, you peeked your eyes open, his slightly agape.

"G'morning," he rasped out, his morning voice low in your ear.

"'morning," you sniffed, nose slightly blocked from the cold weather.

"You 'kay?"

You nodded, eyes drooping closed again.

"Do ya wan' go out for breakfast?" he mumbled against your hair.

"Sound' good"

"Can we go now...? I'm hungry" 

You sighed, "Yeah"

Hizashi got up a lot faster than you expected. You lazed around in bed for a little bit still, knowing it would take him longer to get ready than it would for you. You got up and started getting ready, and you were still ready before him. 

"You ready, babe!" He asked cheerfully!

"I've been ready for like 10 minutes," you said, rolling your eyes playfully. "Come on, let's go!"

Hizashi and Shota made this plan not too long ago. Shota knew you'd stress out and worry about him, so him and Hizashi decided to make a plan to distract you from worrying about your lover. So it all started off with breakfast somewhere and then afterwards, some fun surprises!!

When you arrived at the small cafe, you realized it had been a place that you had been wanting to go to for awhile, but knew that it wouldn't be cheap so didn't mention a lot. Your jaw dropped upon realizing though. Hizashi noticed and chuckled, "Shocked?" 

"I mean.. yeah! I kind of expected just- the usual!" You exclaimed.

He grabbed your hand pulling you towards the entrance. He opened the door for you and you entered, him following behind you. You were in awe of our beautiful and aesthetic the whole cafe was. You two ordered some coffee and food, heading over to a cozy little love seat with end tables on either side. It was kind of secluded, with some cute decorations. You couldn't help but be distracted by every part of the little cafe. 

"They called our order, be right back babe!" Hizashi said, knocking you out of your trance.

"Okay!" You smiled.

After you were finished with the peaceful meal and light conversation, you were ready to head home.

"Do you wanna go shopping?" 

Your head whipped around, confused. You and Hizashi always enjoyed shopping, but Shota hated when you two went out and spent too much money. "Of course I do!! Once we find a house, we can decorate the baby's nursery... OOOOO!! I'm so excited!! Wait... but we don't know the gender and-" You continued rambling as he drove to an outlet mall. 

"Well we technically can find out the gender at the next appointment right?" 

"I think so! But it depends... I think for it to be 100% it has to be past 18 weeks... so they might not be able to tell." 

He sighed, "well, we can at least get some necessities! Or we can just go shopping for us~"

"Both..?" You asked questioningly.

"Shota might kill us but yes!!"

You two walked around the mall for awhile, you found some cute things for your new house, no matter where you end up. You sighed, your feet started to hurt and you were losing your breath much easier. As a hero, you never would've had such issues after a little bit of walking. 'Stupid pregnancy symptoms...' you thought, your mind started to wander to the months ahead, then to Shota. You must've zoned out enough for Hizashi to notice.

"Babe?"

You looked up at him, "huh?"

"You zoned out, baby. You okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah! Can we sit for a few minutes?"

"Sure!" 

You pulled him over to a nearby bench, sitting all your things next to you on the bench, Hizashi sitting on the other side. You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder. 

"What were you thinking about?" he mumbled, resting his head on top of yours, his hand gently rubbing circles on your thigh.

"First... I was thinking about this stupid pregnancy, shit," you grumbled. "Y'know the shortness of breath and swollen ankles bullshit..." you were silent for a moment, "then... it shifted to Shota... I hope he's okay.."

"I'm sure he's fine!!" 

You knew he was only saying that to make you feel better. He worried about him just as much, but you knew deep down inside, he was scared out of his mind about his partner. You sighed, closing your eyes, just trying to enjoy the peace around you. 

"Do you wanna go home? We can eat something and then cuddle and take a nap?" he asked, "We can turn our ringers on all the way up just in case."

You smiled, lifting your head and looking at him. You kissed him gently. "Yeah, that sounds relaxing."

You both headed towards the car, holding hands. He opened the passenger door for you, letting you get comfy and closing the door. He put all of the bags in the car before getting in on the driver side.

"Ready?"

"Mhm!"

You reached your hand towards your husband, and he held your hand on your thigh. He drove carefully, trying to go back roads to avoid traffic or some random villian attack. You stared out the window as the blondes thumb caressed the back of your hand.

"Still worrying?"

You groaned, "I can't help it!"

"I know," he sighed. "I do the same thing..."

After you arrived back at your apartment and ate lunch, you and Hizashi cuddled up on the couch. Hizashi laid on his back, his hand resting on your lower back, gently rubbing with his thumb. Your leg over his thigh and your hand over his chest, head resting on his shoulder, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Your cat jumped up next to you, climbing to rest on Hizashi's stomach. You moved to pet your furry friend, purring softly as you scratched his head.

You huffed a small laugh, "She's only here cause Shota isn't."

Hizashi did the same, "I know. What do you wanna watch?"

"Idk," you mumbled. "We're gonna fall asleep anyways, so put on anything."

"Fair"

He put on a random show neither of you had ever heard of and held you close. He kissed your forehead and grabbed your phone, making sure the ringer was all the way up, as well as his own. Eventually you both had drifted off, although it wasn't long before you did get a call.

You shot up upon hearing your phone ring, scaring the sleeping cat. You rushed to grab your phone, making Hizashi groan when your knee dug into his hip.

"Hello?" You answered, voice full of worry.

"Hello! I am calling from Osaka City hospital! Is this Y/n (Aizawa, Yamada, Yamada-Aizawa, L/n)?"

"Yes! Is everything okay?"

"Yes! We were just calling to inform you Shota Aizawa was emitted here about half an hour ago." The receptionist said.

"Is he okay? Was he seriously injured??"

"Yes, he is okay. We cannot give you any other details about it."

"Okay, thank you."

"Of course"

And with that you hung up. Hizashi sat up, wrapping his arms around your hips.

"Can you move your knee?" he pouted, eyes still drooped close.

"We need to go to the hospital!! Come on!!!!"

"What?? Is he okay??"

"They said he was emitted half an hour ago, but said he was okay"

"Good, let's go."

When you arrived, you had asked for his room. It felt like an eternity before you finally made it there. You opened the door to see your husband, he was facing away from you, still in most of his hero costume. He was putting his shirt back on, you noticed the stitches on his back. He stuck his hands in his pockets and turned around. You quickly made your way to him, tears welling up in your eyes, Hizashi had followed close behind. Shota held you tight against him your arms wrapped around him, not fully against his back, not sure where the stitches were. He moved your arms so that you could hold him tight. Shota let go with one arm bringing a tearful blonde into the other side.

"Shhhh, I'm okay, I told you I would be " He kissed each of you heads.

"I-I was s-so wor-ried whe-en they call-alled" you sobbed.

"I was gonna call you guys myself after they finished the stitches but they had already called you by then" he sighed. "I didn't mean to worry you two"

Hizashi kept his face hidden in the crook of Shota's neck. After when you two finally calmed down, sleepiness overtaking your body.

"Hey, I gotta go check on all my students and the other heroes. I think..." he trailed off.

"We'll come with you!!" Hizashi muttered.

"Okay," he sighed.

You followed him to each room, checking on Midoriya last. He wanted to talk to the green haired boy alone. You watched as they walked down the hall. You and Hizashi followed suit. You all paused in front of Eri. You got teary eyed again. The young girl with light blue hair was feverish, breathing heavily as she slept.

Shota spoke to Midoriya: "She's being quarantined for now"

"Quarantined? Really?" The young boy asked.

"You know, they made that call based on your description of what happened back there. She's got a dangerous Quirk and no control over it. If something provokes her enough to activate it again, I'm the only one who can stop her. You were only able to touch her because you kept destroying your body faster than she could rewind it, right?" (Season 4 Episode 14) Aizawa spoke. His voice fading as he walked down the hall to the elevator.

"He's the only one that can stop her quirk..? Is it that powerful...?" You mumbled, "Is he gonna have to stay here... watch her?"

"I don't know..." Hizashi replied.

You and Hizashi made your way to the elevator. When you got up there, you headed towards where you had seen the boy and Shota turn. You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. Hizashi's eyes were wide, his fingers tightening around yours.

"Sir nighteye won't make it for much longer. Say what you want to now," the nurse told you all.

"I wanna go home," you muttered, silent tears streaming down your face.

Hizashi hugged you, tight. You all had seen this kind of stuff before... You were heroes after all, but seeing a fellow hero be killed in such harsh ways was hard.. "Come on, we'll go sit down at that bench down there till Sho's done. Then we can go home."

You only sat on the bench for maybe, probably not even half an hour. You let out a shaky sigh when you finally say Shota's hand reaching out for yours. You grabbed it, getting up and hugging him tight. Shota flinched slightly as your hand brushed over his stitches, but held you for a minute.

"Let's go home"

When you all arrived back at the apartments, you had fallen asleep, exhausted from all the crying.

"I'll carry her"

"Okay... she was worried you know..."

"I knew she would be"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah"

"Positive?"

"Yeah... are you?"

"I think so."

"What about Eri?"

"When she gets out of quarantine... I- maybe we save this one for when all 3 of us can discuss it."

"Okay"

You were placed gently on the bed, still sleeping peacefully. You already had been in comfy clothes since you came home from the mall. Hizashi and Shota changed into their sleep clothes getting into bed, the black haired man in the middle.

"Missed you y'know...." the blonde muttered, snuggling into his husband.

Shota chuckled lowly, careful not to wake you as you had cuddled into his other side. "I was only gone for a few pretty much a school day."

"I know... but I was worried."

"'m sorry," his hand rubbing up and down his lovers back.

Aizawa was at the stove, finishing breakfast, and sipping on a cup of black coffee. Hizashi sat up on the counter next to the stove watching his lover cook.

"G'morning." you mumbled, wrapping your arms around Hizashi's waist resting your head on his waist and stomach. His hand combing through your hair and rubbing you upper back gently.

"Good morning baby!"

Shota's hand came to wrap around your waist as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple before he continued cooking. "We gotta talk about something while we eat, 'kay baby?" He asked you.

"'Kay," you murmured.

Hizashi lifted your head and held your face in his hands pulling you in for a kiss. You both pulled away and you rested your head on his shoulder. He chuckled and held you close.

"So sleep pretty girl" He whispered into your hair, kissing your forehead, "so pretty," he mumbled, peppering your face with kisses till you started giggling.

Shota watched, smiling to himself, plating the food and putting it on the table. You all went to sit down and eat. Shota took a few bites before speaking.

"Eri can't control her quirk. Anything could happen to trigger her quirk and I'm the only one that can stop it if it does activate. I... I know we have a baby on the way... but I think we should adopt Eri. I wanted to talk to you guys first though."

"We don't really have much room for her right now with the apartment. I'm okay with adopting her, but where is she supposed to stay?" You asked.

"Well, we need to buy a house. And really soon now because of Eri. We can for now tidy up the office and set up a room in there for now. It's mainly just a storage room so if we work on cleaning it out today, we can set up something temporary. And Christmas is in 3 days so we should consider some toys she may want"

"I'll get some toys! I'm good at picking out toys," Hizashi said enthusiastically.

You rolled your eyes playfully, "that'll work for now!"

After breakfast, you and Shota worked on cleaning out the office/storage room while Hizashi bought some presents and gift wrap that would appeal to a young girl. Although you were still working on cleaning, but you were deep in thought, kind of mindlessly organizing and throwing things away.

"Sho?"

He hummed in response, "hm?"

"Do you think Eri will be okay? Will she accept us?"

"I..." he paused, carefully considering his words. "I think she'll be okay. She might need time to get used to us, but from what Midoriya said when he first met her, she was attached to him and mirio when she didn't even know who they were. Just recognizing that they were good people."

You hummed in response this time. Once everything was finished being tidied up, Hizashi had made it back with some toys and a small bed for her temporarily. Shota set up the small twin size bed for her, while you took some time to wrap hers and your lovers presents. By now, it was around 6pm. Eventually, you hear someone knock on the bedroom door.

"You can come in, I did both yours first!"

Shota opened the door, "the hospital called about Eri, she's being released from the hospital tomorrow. She woke up today and they did some testing, just checking to make sure she was okay."

"Okay!" you smiled.

The next day, you and Shota headed to the hospital to pick up Eri. Obviously Hizashi wanted to go but he had to patrol. Plus, he can be overbearing at times. Once you both explained who you were, she relaxed but still seemed timid. She attached herself more to Shota, having recognized him from the fight and realizing that he saved her and Midoriya. She held tight to Shota as you walked back out to the car. When you got back home you and Shota explained that you wanted to adopt her and all sorts of different things. She came around to you pretty easily. You both talked about and showed her pictures of Hizashi which seemed to help her be more comfortable. You helped her change into some comfy clothes that you had gotten her and you all relaxed at home so you didn't overwhelm her.

When Hizashi got home, he tried his best not to scare her. He introduced himself and was smiling softly at her. She seemed to have calmed down a lot quicker with him since he was being silly with her. Eventually he went to go get a shower before coming out for a delicious dinner you had prepared while Shota watched some cartoons with the little blue haired girl.

That night when she started getting sleepy you tucked her into bed, and left the door cracked to her room. You sighed softy, going back out to the living room where your lovers sat, Shota somehow pulled onto Hizashi's lap which was a rare occurance as it was usually the other way around.

"Wanna watch something for a bit before bed?" You asked.

They both agreed and stayed seated where they were. You sat down next to Hizashi, your head in Shota's lap, your hand resting on his thigh. Shota sat sideways, resting his head on Hizashi's, an arm around the latters neck while the other tangled in your hair. One of Hizashi's arms were around your waist, the other around Shota's.

You were all comfortable, relaxing in each other's holds, surprsingly, Shota was the first to fall asleep which is when you decided that it was time to head to bed yourselves. Hizashi lead a half awake Shota to the bedroom and laid him down. You and the blonde joing mere minutes after.

He didn't know what time it was, 2? Maybe 3am? In his hazy state he didn't even realize what woke him up. The city was silent. Did one of you snore too loud and it woke him up? Did something hit the window? Did the cat knock something over? He sat up in bed blinking a few times, looking next to him where he had just been spooning Hizashi who was spooning you, noticing that the cat had been curled up on the pillow that laid in front of you.The black haired man slid out of bed, waking up enough to go investigate what had awakened him. He heard a quiet whimper as he closed the door to your shared bedroom.

He opened the door to Eri's temporary room and noticed she was wollering around in a fitfull slumber, crying quietly. He walked over to her bed, being quiet as possible as to not startle her. He gently brushed his fingers through the girls hair, trying to soothe her. After a few minutes, she startled awake pulling away from him as quickly as she could trying to hide away from him.

"Shhhh, hey, 'ts 'kay. 'm not gon' hurt you," he soothed. She quickly realized it was just Shota and flung herself into his arms. "'ts 'kay." he hummed, pulling his fingers through her hair gently and rubbing her back. "D'ya wanna come sleep with me and y/n and 'zash?"

She nodded against his shoulder, tears slowing down. He carried her back to your shared bedroom, noticing the cat had moved and Hizashi had taken over the space that he had been sleeping in. He sighed quietly, sitting on the bed and laying back with her on his chest. He held her close, trying his best to stay awake till she fell asleep.

In the morning, you had shifted closer, probably trying to stay warm in the cold winter when Hizashi hogged the heavy comforter. Your face was pressed into Shota's neck, an arm loosely wrapped around Eri and your leg over his. He was the first awake, and obviously unable to move. He squeezed his arm out from between you two and slid it around your back, gently rubbing your waist where your sleep shirt had shifted up. 

He turned his head carefully and kissed your hairline. He sighed in contentment. He had everything. A beautiful wife and husband, a sweet child, as well as one on the way, and an adorable cat that loved all the attention. His thoughts were interrupted when a quiet whine from the man on your other side sat up, pouting at how he was left out of the cuddle puddle. 

"Come 'ere," the black haired man muttered, trying his best not to wake either of you up. "And bring the comforter, Y/n's feet are freezing."

Hizashi smiled, tossing the large blanket over the three of you before sliding behind you and wrapping one arm around your waist, holding Shota's hand where their hands met. The blonde nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck and kissed you wherever he could reach. 

You moaned lowly, lightly pushing Hizashi off in your still very sleepy state. "'m s'eepin..."

"You're seepin' baby???" Hizashi mocked in a baby voice quietly, nipping gently at your neck.

"Go be 'orny s'mewhere else" you mumbled, pressing yourself impossibly closer to Shota. 

He whined, "not horny, just wanna give you attention."

You sighed as he cuddled up closer to you again, easily falling back asleep with the warmth of your lovers around you. And in a few days, Christmas will be here!!!

A/N: Now that I finished this, I realized it was going to be a really long part when I was halfway through since I decided to add the part of Aizawa on the mission to save eri and how Eri became a part of their family and stuff. I personally feel as thought I was everywhere and had no plain set plot. I think that it turned out okay but I think I could've done better. I don't know when I'll have part 5 out honestly cause i struggled to find time to write this part. I will try my best though and I know for a fact that I want to finish this storyline and plot! My next part will probably be of Christmas morning so kinda a little mini story. If anyone has any ideas on what should be a part of part 5, please share!! I can tell where I started getting lazier and lazier and a lot of it I think was from how LONG this part was. I feel like all I'm doing is making that whole morning sickness prominent, and losing ideas of other things to add. Also, I really like angst, so that's probably why if you've read all the parts that you might be questioning why there's so much more anxiety and dread and more sad or depressing kind of themes.

[energievie]

My personal tradition over the past three years has been to answer this set of questions because it was fun to see which answers had changed and which ones stayed the same. This year I'm switching it up, so if you guys - and ANYONE else, for that matter - would like to play, please go ahead ☺️ Blank set of questions under the tag.

Tagging @suzy-queued @gallawitchxx @roryonic @blue-disco-lights @look-i-love-u @theprinceandagcd @sparklepocalypse @sam-loves-seb @lupeloto @wehangout @firenati0n @callivich @ian-galagher @celeritas2997 @alexclrmontdiaz @deathclassic @palepinkgoat @whatthebodygraspsnot @mmmichyyy @deathclassic @em-harlsnow @catgrassplantdad @crossmydna @isabellehemlock @laviejaguardia @sindirimba @notherenewjersey @asamandra @whatthebodygraspsnot @ms-moonlight-inn @transmurderbug @twinklyylights @kiwiana-writes @darlingian @sgtmickeyslaughter @creepkinginc @burninface @jrooc @lingy910y @mybrainismelted and ANYONE else who'd like to play 😎

1. How many words have you written this year?

39,154 (excluding Galladrabbles, WIPs and the story for the Masquerade).

2. How many works did you publish this year?

Including the story for the Masquerade that will get posted by the end of the week, 15.

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Retrograde - a Firstprince AU where they're both immortal and only realise it a century and a half later, when they meet again completely by accident. I just stumbled upon the prompt and I couldn't get it out of my head.

4. What work of yours has the most hits?

Ready for this to be (Firstprince, college AU) - almost 5.7k hits. It probably helps that it was posted back in January 😝

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Waiting for Magic - simply because there's no pairing and I wrote it over 3 years ago for what was supposed to be a collab that eventually fell through. It's for The Old Guard, centred on one character and his alternate origin story and I wasn't expecting anyone to even leave a kudos, let alone comment.

6. Favorite title you used.

Either "Watch out for me" or "With our backs against the world" - can't really decide 😅

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

My go-to has always been Glass Animals but funnily enough, this year there aren't two fics with titles from the same artist 😅

8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Firstprince - I'm in a phase 😜

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Yeah, no, not playing favourites. If I write for it, it means I love it.

10. What work was the quickest to write?

A matter of time (The Gentlemen (series), post-canon), my entry for Level Up! Granted, it's only 1.2k words but I remember just breezing through it.

11. What work took you the longest to write?

Probably Swimmin' in my mind (Siena dream) - it's among the longest and it was also part of the Gallavich Gift Exchange, so I paid closer attention to a lot of aspects I normally disregard because I wanted it to be as close to perfect as possible.

12. How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

Four, theoretically, though one of them is just two fragments of dialogue.

13. What’s your longest work of the year?

Swimmin' in my mind (Siena dream), at a whopping 6,649 words 😅

14. What’s your shortest work of the year?

Excluding all Galladrabbles, With our backs against the world, at exactly 900 words.

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Definitely a Firstprince one-shot that's a sort of sequel for the first story I ever wrote for this pairing and which I'm planning to post for the Hey, Sweetheart event.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

Getting Together ❤️

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

Henry - he's such a fascinating character, made up of a whole slew of contradictions.

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Henry 😅 Despite my ease at slipping into formal and very formal English, his voice felt really intimidating at first and made me second-guess all my sentences and turns of phrase.

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

I don't know, tbh. The Old Guard 2 is coming out, so there's a high chance I revisit my roots (i.e. Book of Nile and Kaysanova) but honestly, anything might draw my attention enough for me to want to write a story.

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Retrograde - see above 😁 It's part of the triad (together with a Gallavich story and a TOG one).

21. How many kudos in total did you get this year?

3,616 🥰

22. Which work has the most comments?

Watch out for me - 23 😁

23. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

Nope, not this year.

24. Did you write any gifts this year?

Yes - Swimmin' in my mind (Siena dream) was for the Gallavich Gift Exchange.

25. Did you receive any gifts this year?

Yup, from the lovely @dynamic-power for the same event ❤️

26. What’s your most common category?

Friends to lovers 😁

27. What do you listen to while writing?

White noise, exclusively.

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

How many times can I mention Retrograde without turning into a broken record? 😆

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Mm, this one's so difficult! I'll say... this exchange from And let us fall:

‘How come you've never asked me out?’

Crash. Reboot.

‘I'm sorry?’

‘You should be,’ Alex chuckles somewhat humourlessly. ‘You can't possibly think I'd have said no.’

Suddenly, what's going on here? seems incredibly appropriate.

‘Alex, if this is your idea of a joke–’

‘Not in a million years, sweetheart!’ he murmurs and Henry is too tipsy himself to hold back the gasp and the shudder and the way his suddenly-too-dry throat clicks when he swallows.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

College AUs - hadn't written any before this year and now I find it very hard to stop because I've completely fallen in love 😅

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How many words have you written this year?

How many works did you publish this year?

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

What work of yours has the most hits?

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Favorite title you used.

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

What work was the quickest to write?

What work took you the longest to write?

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

What’s your longest work of the year?

What’s your shortest work of the year?

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

Your favorite character to write this year?

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

Which work has the most comments?

Did you do any collaborative works this year?

Did you write any gifts this year?

Did you receive any gifts this year?

What’s your most common category?

What do you listen to while writing?

Favorite work you wrote this year?

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Biggest surprise while writing this year?

[thissortofsorcery]

6. Coffee in bed

Babe, I wasn't put on earth to be brief, so. Hope you like this! Once again we hop on the Steve loving on Billy train. I had a lot of fun writing it.

I appreciate your prompt so much &lt;3

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i want coffee >:((((

Is what Billy sends in the group chat in the middle of the afternoon on a Wednesday, fighting to keep his eyes open. He can't just give in and have a nap. He has a paper due next week, and Billy's never been the kind of person that believes in leaving things for the last minute, so he's got his laptop and his textbook and his notes from class spread around him on the bed, and he's going to get the bulk of this hell assignment done today. If he doesn't fall asleep.

Billy would get up and get coffee for himself, except he's very comfortable and he just found a nice position for his back. He doesn't want to get up.

Heather: i remember seeing a coffee maker in your kitchen

Heather: you could use that

Billy: don't wanna get up tho

Chrissy: are you about to fall asleep?

Billy: might be

Chrissy: I can call you in 30 mins if you want to nap

Billy: no im gonna fight it

Tommy: just take the nap dude

Heather: the coffee is 10 feet and 5 minutes away

Steve: did you eat?

Confusion pulls Billy's eyebrows together, and he waits for another text to come elaborating the question, but nothing does. In fact, the whole group chat stalls.

Billy: not yet

And Steve sends him a thumbs up. 

Billy rolls his eyes, and tosses his phone to the side. Steve makes no damn sense, sometimes. He's got this whole pretty boy, midwestern nice guy going for him, which Billy has to admit is charming as hell, and a line of chicks wanting to date him, but he never wants to date any of them. Billy is relieved, a little bit. If he had to watch Steve fall in love with someone while sharing an apartment with him, he'd lose his fucking mind, on account of the huge crush Billy's had on him since freshman year.

He really should get back to his paper, or he's gonna be stuck working on it until late.

Billy rubs his eyes blearily and turns his music a little louder, puts Kill 'Em All on loop because it never fails to fire him up. The guitar notes fill the room and make his eyelids feel a little lighter, make his limbs feel a little looser, and Billy jiggles his feet to the beat of the song while he takes notes on the library book he's reading. He can already imagine some of the paragraphs he wants to write in his head.

About an hour later, Billy's managed to outline some of his topics, but his eyelids are getting heavy again. His body feels like it's sinking into the bed, and all he wants is to burrow into his hoodie and curl up into a ball. Billy yawns and covers his face, letting out a long groan. Maybe he can close his eyes for five minutes. 

The sound of keys jingling on the front door of the apartment jerk him awake, and he opens his eyes like he's been hit over the head.

"Billy?" Steve's voice sounds from the living room. There's some shuffling, then Steve's head pops in his open door. "Hey."

Billy squints at Steve, takes in his swept up hair, the jacket he hasn't bothered to take off, and the soft smile spreading on his face as he looks at Billy, eyes shining, looking awfully fond in a way that makes Billy's chest hurt.

"You fell asleep," He says, and his voice is fond too.

"I didn't."

"You so did," Steve laughs, and comes into the room. He's wearing socks, because he hates shoes indoors, and he pushes something at Billy when he reaches his side. "Brought you coffee. And uh, a sandwich, cause you said you didn't eat."

Billy blinks at the to-go cup in Steve's right hand, trying to figure out if he's still dreaming, still caught in the haze of his subconscious fed by wishful thinking, because he can't imagine why Steve would stop to buy him coffee on his way back home. 

"You what?" It comes out sharp, meaner than he'd meant to, and Billy immediately cringes.

But Steve just laughs.

"Jesus, you're grumpy," He shakes the coffee cup at Billy. "You have that paper due monday, and you're gonna be bitchy all day tomorrow if you don't do anything for it today. Drink your coffee."

Billy's mouth falls open, and he can only listen to Steve's words repeating themselves in his mind while he traces Steve's features with his eyes – the playful angle of his eyebrows, the endless brown in his eyes, fixed on Billy, how his mouth curves softly upwards, deliciously red. He's wide awake, now.

Billy feels himself being pulled upwards by invisible strings, unable to look away from Steve. He gets his knees under himself and straightens up, hands stretched out, finding the perfect angle of Steve's jaw, thumbs nestled in the hollow of his cheeks. Steve's smile has given way to shock, and Billy would have pulled back if Steve hadn't swayed into him, eyelids fluttering, breath stuttering, eyes jumping between Billy's eyes and his mouth.

When their lips meet it's sweet, it's tender, it's more than Billy thought it could be, because Steve sighs into the kiss like he's relieved, sucks on Billy's lips like he's hungry, molds his body to Billy's like he never wants to feel cold air between their bodies again. Billy welcomes Steve's tongue like a cool drink, like fresh water, begs for more of it when it retreats. Billy can't get enough of it, can't get enough of him, not now that he has it.

Steve presses more sweet kisses on his lips once the first one breaks, like he can't bear for it to end, and Billy revels in it, on the soft, fluttering feeling they ignite in his chest. Steve's kissing him like he's something to be savored, a delight to be enjoyed carefully and slowly and patiently. It makes Billy's breath catch in his chest, and he wants to hold on to Steve, to clutch him tightly.

It ends with Steve's nose stroking along Billy's cheek, sending shivers down Billy's spine. He's clinging to Steve with his hands in Steve's hair, taking deep breaths under the guise of slowing his breathing down, but really he's taking in Steve's smell, the warm, woodsy tones of him under the apple scent of his shampoo. 

"Hey," Steve murmurs against his skin. Billy's grip on him tightens, and Steve kisses his cheek, maybe to assure him that what's coming isn't bad. "Your coffee's going cold."

It startles a laugh out of Billy. He'd forgotten about the coffee.

He pulls back just enough so Steve can disentangle his arm and hand Billy the cup, and when he takes a sip, it's on the hotter end of warm. 

"It's good," Billy says, and the smile Steve gives him is wide and toothy.

"I, uh…" Steve fumbles to put the sandwich bag he was still holding on Billy's bedside table, then settles a hand on Billy's waist. It's the first touch of Steve's hands on him, and it burns deliciously. "I should– let you get back to your paper."

Steve ducks his head, hair flopping into his eyes, suddenly looking shy. Like he's not sure Billy wants him to stick around.

Billy sets the coffee cup aside. He winds his arms around Steve's waist, draws him close, so he has no doubt of where Billy wants him to go.

"Screw the paper," Billy says, and Steve stares at him with his mouth open. "Come here."

And Steve kisses him.

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send me a number from this list of soft prompts

[onthewaytosomewhere]

Wednesdays are for WIPs

i feel like everyday is for WIPs lately since i have so many going but yes it's wednesday to that means posting about them not just attempting to slog through and get them done lol

thanks so much for the tags @anincompletelist @suseagull04 @itsmaybitheway @sophie1973 @heysweetheart-writes @magicandarchery @sunnysideprince @firenati0n @taste-thewaste @piratefalls @hgejfmw-hgejhsf - can't wait to go check out what ya posted today ❤️

so i'm sticking with this tzp inspired acd one 'gotta sign 'em all' as i need to get it out of my WIP folder and hopefully posting more here will make me write more - and figure out how to weave the past and present bits properly lol (YIKES!)

The first person to approach Alex is a newer resident from the shelter. Alex is helping her with her emancipation, and she has one of the copies of the book that Alex brought in a few weeks ago after hearing from Pez that the shelter was out of copies. He loves that Henry is so loved, and everyone wants to read his book. He hears so many places he goes how Henry’s book has spoken to them in some way. She walks over almost shyly, even though Alex is around her enough to know she’s definitely not. Still, he also knows there’s a difference between them talking at the shelter after school/work or on the way to or after court and now when there is a whole store full of people in just this one part of the store. He decides to help her out and says, “Hey, I see you got your copy of Henry’s book; glad ya got one before the vultures at that shelter swooped in.” She giggles and is almost instantly the girl Alex is used to, “ACD, now that I have my copy, I hear you do this thing, and I have a pen,” she opens the book and continues, “And look, here it’s the dedication page. Seriously you two are fucking saps; I read that damn thing when I got it; I almost lost all respect for you. I was drowning in so much sap knowing you go around sighing all over and signing your name to it.” Alex smiles as Pez nudges him from the next chair, laughing, “Are you sure you want me to sign it then? I wouldn’t want it to be too much sap for you.” “Bullshit, I need bragging rights. Do you know how many people at school will be going crazy when I say I collected the pair of signatures? It’s like getting some elite Pokemon card; I can ride off that fame for weeks.” Alex laughs and takes the book, “Well, I guess if it’s going for a good cause, I must.” He signs and hands it back, and she is off, back towards the group of kids she came with, with a parting, “Later, ACD.” She is no more than gone when June pipes up, “Jesus Christ, no wonder you get along so well with the kids at the shelter; they’re all just like you.” “I am much more mature than a bunch of teenagers-“ Alex gets out before being interrupted by Nora.

ok so it's tagging time and i hafta assume most the rest of ya have done this if ya were gonna but if i check to verify that it'll be even later so - i'm just a tagging and assuming there was an open tag if ya already did it and i'll probably find it lol ❤️ @adreamareads @agame-writes @bitbybitwrites @dragonflylady77 @duchessdepolignaca03 @england-would-fall @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @inexplicablymine @junebugclaremontdiaz @kiwiana-writes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @nocoastposts @priincebutt @stellarm @typicalopposite and well open tag for anyone who's even later than i am and wants to still do this lol

[beckthenerd]

I've had the delightful pleasure of finding out about Through the Deep, Dark Valley, and by golly, I loved every precious second I spent reading it! By the time I finished going through all of the available chapters, I was all too eager to blaze up your wonderful work and point out all the cool details I noticed while reading, and considering the immaculate attention to detail this story has, you can imagine I had quite a lot to say about each chapter. However, I also didn't want to send an ask chock-full of spoilers and deprive a potential reader of the ability to go into this story blind, so I wanted to send it as a DM so I could gush about all the cool little details and conversations I enjoyed without running the risk of actually spoiling someone. Just one problem, for some fuckin' reason, whenever I want to send a long-winded DM, it never actually works. I am convinced there's like a secret character limit they're not telling us about or something of the sort, because long messages like these always fail to send no matter what I do. Never once have I successfully sent a long message through DMs. Real messed up, and since I'll likely be waiting a week for my AO3 account, I can't really talk about all those specifics I wrote about in the comments section of each respective chapter either. It sods me off, but luckily a lot of the things I want to gush about have been pointed out in said comments sections. Not all of 'em, but a lot of 'em, which I love! I love it when artists get praised sufficiently for their work, and I derive great pleasure from praising their works, too! Writing good stories takes so much time and experience! Like, I've tried writing stories! It's extremely difficult to do! You've got some serious talent, and you use that talent to create this wonderful, absolutely immaculate story. That deserves praise! I genuinely hope you're having just as much fun writing this story as I have reading it, and I'm stoked to read the next chapters whenever they come out! However, just because I can't get into the nitty-gritty of the story and point out all the beautiful details I noticed, I can still talk about everything surrounding it. I'll just save the rest for when I finally have a bloody AO3 account.

(I wish I could split this first paragraph in two, but I can't find a natural way to do so. I'm sure that's not a bad omen of what's to come. No sireee…)

Anyways, I wanted to start by talking about what drew me into this story the most. When I first saw it, I was almost immediately aboard. Admittedly, I was a bit apprehensive, but aboard nonetheless. After seeing that 'What If' comic where Laios imagines what would happen if he were the one who got mauled by the big red bad, the gears in my mind started turning. I had so many ideas for how that could play out, it absolutely drove me up the bloody wall! So many cool ideas! But the thing is, everyone has cool ideas. What matters is someone's ability to make those ideas a reality. The fact you're writing this story, making this alternate universe a reality, is something to be commended in and of itself, but obviously it is your ability to do so in such an immaculate way that truly sets you apart. From your writing to the characterization, it is clear to me that you know your stuff, and you know it well. It took a while for Falin to truly grow on me as a character while I was reading the manga, because I was pulling a lot of blanks on who she was as a character. I just knew there was more to her… There was something under that mask, behind that wall she puts up around others, but I just couldn't put my finger on it! She truly deserves the title of 'Miss Enigma'. It wasn't until after I reached out to a remarkably passionate and smart person that I felt I finally understood her a little more, and it really helped complete my image of her in my mind, so when I saw this story a few days later, I was a little apprehensive. There are a lot of interpretations of Dungeon Meshi's characters - especially Falin - but not all of them are equally interesting to me. For this story to work, Falin, as a character, had to work as well. Her characterization in this story was crucial to me, so I hope you understand that I was holding my breath when I started reading. When I found this story, it was like a dream come true; but was I in for the time of my life, or a rude awakening? Well, I'm writing this elaborate cry for help disguised as a message, so obviously it's like a dream come true. This character, this… 'Mystery'… You wrote her perfectly. I cannot think of a single interpretation that could possibly fit this story better. The way you wrote her thoughts, actions and dialogue are all absolutely perfect. I'm quite certain over half of the notes I took were specifically dedicated to the things Falin thinks and says. I relate to her on a very deep level I wasn't expecting, but even if I didn't, I am convinced I would absolutely love this regardless.

I genuinely wish I could dedicate this message to highlighting all of the specific moments in the story I love oh so much, but that'll have to wait until I can post it in a place where I don't risk spoiling someone. I think my favorite part of Falin that I CAN point out however, is that from the outsider's perspective, she's a total mystery. Her inner workings are alien to us. For crying out loud, until recently I didn't even know what to write for her character synopsis! But what makes this story work, is that while Falin may be a mystery to everyone around her, to Falin EVERYONE but her is a mystery! I am enthralled by the way she's constantly experiencing difficulties reading expressions, or second-guessing almost everything she says like she's playing a game of minesweeper! It's like every interaction is akin to a negotiation straight from the depths of the most unforgiving Shin Megami Tensei games, and I adore it! Not just because I relate to it so heavily, but also because it's just such a fascinating way to write her character. This teeny tiny element of her character opens the floodgates to so many interesting and insightful thoughts, conversations and other such things, and so far you've done your damnedest to make absolutely sure every single opportunity for interesting and meaningful moments is seized! That, good sir, takes a level of mastery I myself could never hope to replicate. But what makes Falin work even more for this story, is all the ways in which she handles things differently than Laios. Laios is such a social person despite his lacking people skills, and he can pick up on a lot of interesting cues that others simply don't notice. It's his unique insights and remarkable intelligence that pull the party through its darkest hour, and despite being an outwardly goofy person, has saved their bacon many times over by just being himself. At so many points does Falin lament the absence of Laios, thinking about all the things he would've done were he here right now, all the while constantly worrying about how to even revive him when they get to their destination. It's such an interesting way to mirror all the times Laios thought back to how amazing Falin was, and how she would've probably handled the situation far better all the while worrying for her safety and feeling as though he failed her. They're both so similar, yet so different, and they make up for each other's weaknesses. Another thing that I noticed is that Marcille's presence is far more overbearing here. She's still the same person as she was in the canon story - which further goes to show just how good your understanding of Dungeon Meshi and its characters is - but without Laios' equally loud presence, it feels as though Marcille's personality and overall presence just… Take up more space, for lack of a better word. It's certainly not helped by Falin's comparatively meager presence due to the way she handles social interactions. Speaking of character dynamics, I also greatly enjoy the way Falin bounces off of Senshi. It's something I was really looking forward to, especially with how he interacted with Laios. I was really, really curious to see how he'd interact with Falin, and I'm glad we get to see that here in such a magnificent way! Also, I genuinely think you wrote Toshiro perfectly. I'm not really aware of (the? Is it 'the' public opinion, or just 'public opinion'?) public opinion on Toshiro, but I generally tend to see folks describe him as the character of all time. Seeing that one post-ending story where Falin and Toshiro have a heartfelt conversation really made me wonder what would happen if the two were actually trekking through the dungeon, and et voila! The man, the myth and the bloody LEGEND delivered! You characterized Toshiro exceptionally well, good sir! I cannot stress how much I admire that!

Now, while some chapters of the manga are understandably (and thankfully) skipped over due to likely playing out the same way, there are some tidbits here and there that indicate some things did end up going differently in these skipped chapter, showing how Falin handles certain situations, which is a really cool touch. Getting what is essentially a mini recap with what's transpired between one chapter and the next is really insightful and a really clever way to bridge the gap. One last thing I'd like to mention, is that I genuinely do hope the jumps between chapters don't get too big. I understand not every chapter is going to play out as differently, making it a very good thing to gloss over, but I do also genuinely anticipate seeing Falin's reactions to certain situations or revelations, but I think that's a moot point. (Plus, it's secretly just because I want more to read. Your writing is SO friggin' swag! The more, the better in my eyes.) You've clearly shown you're highly capable of writing an excellent story, so I'm not worried at all. In fact, I have faith you'll be posting hit after hit, and I can't wait. Good luck with writing up that buffer! Personally, I hope there's a great wealth of chapters left for you to write, because I could quite literally sit down for days on end reading this without pause. You've done expertly so far, and I lament I cannot point out all of the specific interactions and other such things I loved in this comment, but that just means I get to save it for another comment whenever I finally get my grubby hands on an AO3 account.

With that though, have an absolutely wonderful day, king! Yes, it's a bit abrupt. What about it? It's difficult to wri--fucking evaporates

it's the fact that i literally saw your other asks you've left for other writers and immediately heard the jaws theme playing. i literally went ohhhhhh. oh i am so cooked. and... yeah man i am so fucking cooked. this write up was so amazingly heartfelt and kind, and i really do appreciate everything you've written for me.

if it makes you feel any better, i can say with certainty that the only other chapters that are really being skipped are the spirits/treasure bugs chapters (if only because they're being summarized quickly to get on with the plot in the part that i wrote), and even then they'll probably be mentioned in the future. this outline... man, this outline is THICK. we're talking 20+ pages of notes (even if those notes do include my summaries, my start and end notes, etc.).

there are also a few pieces that may be skipped as we go through certain beats of the story but will be revisited (specifically a certain chapter involving a younger version of some of these characters).

the biggest challenge in writing TtDDV has truly been figuring out who Falin is as a character (and also all of the research i've had to do because Kui has truly thought of... well, a lot. there's a lot going on. it does help because it answers a lot of questions).

a lot of people seem to agree with you on my characterization of Toshiro, which is really nice! he really is the Most Character of All Time, and i thought that it would make sense to make him... well, A Bit More Character. make this guy fun, if you will. a little silly, even. but yeah, it means a lot to know that people like the way i write him! one of my betas literally said "i didn't care about this guy until after reading this" which, as you can imagine, made me feel pretty good about my writing.

i have a lot of thoughts on Marcille. i love that girl so much, and she indeed is the loudest motherfucker in the room now that Laios isn't here. i've been trying my best to not make her... well, annoying, so i've been trying to kind of herd her around much like a cattle dog, picking little pieces of her dialogue to include from the manga while also developing... well, the elephant in the room. the elephant in the room being the yearning and semi-slow burn.

ANYWAYS, i'm rambling a lot, and i've got so many thoughts, but i need to shut my trap before i start laying out EVERYTHING that's going to happen in this series. i'm glad you enjoyed, and i'm so excited to see what you end up commenting!

[distortsverity]

Hikari if she had a normal life, went to high school / university, and at one point got mad after a networking event between students and the League :

If you just opened this like I told you to, tie yourself down to whatever chair you're sitting in, because this email is going to be a rough fucking ride.

For those of you that have your heads stuck under rocks, which apparently is the majority of the student body, we have been FUCKING UP in terms of evening networking events and general social interactions with the League. I've been getting message after message about people being so goddamn AWKWARD and so goddamn BORING. If you're saying to yourself, "But oh em gee Hikari, I've been having so much fun with my friends this week!", then punch yourself in the face right now so that I don't have to find you on campus to do it myself.

I do not give a flying fuck, and the League does not give a flying fuck, about how much you love to talk to your friends. You have 358 days out of the year to talk to friends, and this week is NOT, I repeat NOT one of them. This week is about fostering relationships between us youth and the region’s professional hotshots plus their support, and that's not possible if you're going to stand around talking to each other instead of them. Newsflash you stupid pieces of shit: OFFICIALS DON'T LIKE KIDS WASTING THEIR TIME. OH WAIT, DOUBLE NEWSFLASH: THE LEAGUE IS NOT GOING TO WANT TO SHOW US THE ROPES IF WE FUCKING SUCK, which by the way, in case you're an idiot and need it spelled out for you, WE FUCKING SUCK SO FAR.

"But Hikari!" you say in a whiny little bitch voice to your computer screen as you read this email, "I've been cheering on our League at all the conference matches, doesn't that count for something?" NO YOU ASS HATS, IT DOES NOT. DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? IT DOESN'T COUNT BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN FUCKING UP AT THE MATCHES TOO. I've not only gotten texts about people being WEIRD (for example, acting braindead and saying stuff like "durr what's a Z-Move?" is not funny), but I've also heard about people cheering for the opposing team. The opposing. Fucking. Team. I don't care about “sportsmanship,” YOU CHEER FOR OUR GODDAMN LEAGUE AND NOT THE OTHER ONES. Have you never watched a single tournament before? Are you blind? Or are you just so disgustingly dense about what it means to make people like you that you think being a good little supporter of EVERYONE ELSE is going to make our League happy? Well it's time someone told you: NO ONE LIKES THAT, ESPECIALLY OUR LEAGUE. I will cunt punt the next person I hear doing something like that, and I don't give a crap if you report me, I WILL ASSAULT YOU.

"Ohhh Hikari, I'm now crying because your email has made me oh so so sad.” Well good. If this email applies to you in any way, meaning if you’re a little asswipe that stands in the corners during nighttime discussions or if you're a weird shit that does weird shit during the conference, this following message is for you:

DO NOT GO TO TONIGHT'S EVENT.

I'm not kidding. Don't go. If you have done ANYTHING I've mentioned in this email and have some rare disease where you're unable to NOT do these things, then you are HORRIBLE, I repeat, HORRIBLE PR FOR OUR SCHOOL. I would rather have four students that are fun and interesting chatting with our League officials than eighty clueless imbeciles. If you are one of the people that have told me "Oh nooo boo hoo I can't talk to them I'm too scared", then I pity you because I don't know how you got this far in life. With that in mind, don't show up unless you're going to stop being an embarrassment for our school. I swear to Arceus if I see anyone being a jackass at tonight's event, I will tell you to leave even if you're a straight-A battling prodigy. I'm not even kidding. Try me.

And for those of you who are offended by this email, I would apologize but I really don't give a fuck. Go fuck yourself.

- Your Class President

[waywardxrhea]

Part Nineteen - The Past Revealed

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health issues, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence, (potentially smut later on).

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Steve and Emma (finally) talk about her past.

Over the next twenty days during the construction of the new Avengers facility, Emma tries to distract herself by keeping busy. She starts going all-in on her reporting of the construction of the facility, waking up at dawn every day to make the trip to where it's being built. She stays almost all day, interviewing the workers on their breaks, taking pictures of the fast-moving progress, and exploring the grounds surrounding the compound. She barely has any time for her personal life, and she's okay with that, because the less time she has to think about what happened, the better.

One night when Emma gets home completely exhausted after a long day's work, she sees Maria sitting on her couch waiting for her with a movie on. "Wait Maria, how-"

"You forget you gave me the spare key?" she asks while pausing the TV.

"Oh, right, yeah totally, it just slipped my mind," Emma replies as she sits her bag and drone on one of her partially packed boxes. The moving process was taking a lot longer this time because she didn't have the help of Sam or Steve. She feels bad not asking Sam for help, but she knows that if she was with him it would just remind her of Steve.

“I'm worried about you,” Maria says as Emma sits on a chair in the living room.

"Nothing to worry about, I'm fine," Emma tells her with a smile.

"If you're fine then tell me why all your movies except the sad romance ones are packed up? Or how not even half of your apartment is packed up when we move into the new facility in less than two weeks? Also, why haven't you been answering my calls or texts until the ungodly hours of the night?"

"I've just been really busy 'documenting history' as Tony puts it. Did you know that they're on track to finish in twenty days? That's record time! Stark really can do so much when he sets his mind to it."

"You're getting off-topic, Em. All of this going and going nonstop is going to catch up to you sooner or later and that crash isn't going to be fun because when you do crash, all you'll have time to do is think about everything you've been avoiding," Maria tells her in a stern tone. Emma tries to defend herself with another excuse, but Maria interrupts her with, "Don't deny that you've just been avoiding thinking about what happened between you and Steve. You can't just ignore it and pretend it didn't happen because it did. And the problem won't go away by avoiding it either."

Emma sighs and gives in, admitting, "Fine, you got me. I've been working so hard because I don't want to think about what I've ruined. Because that's what I did. I ruined things between him and me. If I had just told him about my past in the first place or maybe if I didn't-"

"Emma, you can't blame yourself for all of it."

"Sure I can," Emma replies and laughs a bit, trying not to cry. "I guess I wanted him to see my messy past, to see my current struggles, and find me worthy of love, but with all these memories of my father resurfacing and then this, I definitely feel unworthy of any sort of love at all."

Maria looks at her friend with sadness in her eyes and says, "Emma, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I really think you need to get some help. This blaming yourself and shaming everything you do is stemming from more than what happened this month. I think you need to see someone and healthily unpack your past. You'll feel better if you do that, and maybe you can figure out how to mend things with Steve after you start facing your other problems head-on. I can't stand to see my best friend hurting so much, okay?"

At those words, the flood gates open and Emma begins to cry, something she hadn't let herself do since that day with Steve. Maria stands up and goes to comfort Emma, standing her up and wrapping her in her arms. After a minute or so, Emma finally speaks up with a small laugh, saying, "Damn, sorry I cry almost every time I see you, wow."

Maria laughs and tells her, "As long as you're feeling things I don't care. When you stop feeling emotions that's when I'll worry that your mind got taken over by witches or aliens or whatever else is out there." Emma can't help but laugh at the statement which stops her crying momentarily. After Maria gets Emma calmed down, the two go on to finish their night with movies and popcorn.

One day about a week before move-in day Emma goes out to a tattoo parlor when she's done with her coverage of the Avengers facility for the day. She had been doing a little bit of thinking for a while now about getting this tattoo, and after everything that's happened, she finally got around to getting it.

She walks into the parlor and approaches the guy she's been going to since she was eighteen for her two previous tattoos. "Emma! How are we doing on this fine evening?" he asks with a smile once he notices her presence.

Emma waves, replying, "Hey Travis, I've...been better, but that's why I'm here. Want to get some ink that has meaning, but I also need to feel something right now. Been a bit numb lately."

"I gotcha, what did you have in mind?" he asks as he leads Emma to a chair in the nearly empty shop.

Emma hesitates before saying, "I know it's cliche, and you probably get this all the time, but I want a semicolon. On the back of my neck. You know, the whole 'this is not the end of my story' thing. I've just been going through it and I need a little reminder some days."

Emma laughs at the end of her statement which earns a smile from Travis who says, "Whatever you want, I won't judge. And I'm here to listen if you want to talk, this is a private shop at this time of night."

"I actually have a person for that now, thank you though, Trav. I appreciate it."

"You got it, little lady," he replies and starts prepping Emma after she puts her hair up.

He's quiet for a little bit before breaking his silence by saying, "Okay, I have to ask, what's it like working with the Avengers? It has to be so sick right? Like all the jets and flying and super people!"

"Wow, you didn't hit me as the superhero type," Emma replies. She thinks about her response for a second before saying, "It's definitely got its ups and downs. Working with Stark tech is fantastic, he made me this drone for mission coverage, but put blasters on it so I can help out if I need to, it's sick."

"So are you kinda like an Avenger now then? Am I tatting an Avenger?" he asks, stopping momentarily in his process.

The question hits Emma and she says, "No, not an Avenger. Not really. I'm just kinda... there most of the time if I'm honest, but I'm starting to be okay with that. See, if I wasn't there, huge hero nerds like you wouldn't get the fix you need when the Avengers go out into battle."

"And we thank you for your service," Travis says as he starts on the tattoo.

A few more minutes of silence pass as Travis tattoos and Emma squeezes a stress ball before Travis asks, "So...it was a little while back, but what's going on with you and Captain Rogers? I always saw photos of you two out and about on the hero blogs I follow."

Emma's heart misses a beat at the question and she hesitates, "I uh-"

Travis senses the tension at the question and says, "Too personal, got it."

Emma thinks of what her therapist says about facing tough questions head-on and tells him, "No, no, it's okay. I mean...it is a touchy subject right now, but back during the time you were talking about, that's when I was assigned to help Cap get acclimated to the modern-day. I was kind of like a...professional best friend."

"Okay, you are now hands down the most interesting person I have ever inked. I can't even imagine getting to hang out with Captain freakin' America!"

"He's still a bit old-fashioned. Holds doors for us ladies, listens to his 40s music, still occasionally needs help with technology, but he's made a lot of progress." Emma's mind flashes back to those days when things were simpler and she smiles as she tells him, "It is pretty sick hanging out with him."

Travis finishes up the tattoo after a little while and tells Emma, "Well if you're ever too busy and he needs someone to show him another side of the modern-day, hit me up."

"I'll keep it in mind," Emma replies as she pays him before heading out the door. Before she goes, she turns to him and says, "Thank you by the way."

"Any time," he replies with a two-finger salute as Emma walks off into the night back to her car.

The cool air hits her skin as she heads to her car and Emma smiles. That was the first time since that day she had thought of Steve and it didn't end in tears. She laughs to herself at the thought as she sits down in the driver's seat of her car. She isn't ready just yet to talk about what happened with him, there was still a lot of unpacking to do first, but there finally seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel.

A couple of weeks later, everyone gets moved into the new Avengers facility upstate. Well, not everyone. After the Battle of Sokovia, Clint decided to retire to be with his family, Thor went off-world in search of answers to the vision he saw, and Tony was thinking of retiring to live a calmer life away from avenging, for Pepper's sake. And Bruce...well Bruce went missing in a quinjet with the stealth mode on and no one had any clue where he was. Emma wrote all of this for her latest article on the Avengers. She conducted in-person interviews with Tony and Thor and video chatted with Clint when he didn't have his hands tied up with his growing family. This took up the first few days of living in the compound after settling in, and now it was time for the in-person interviews with the new team.

Emma throws on her AI glasses and grabs her tablet before heading down to the training area where the team was supposed to be training together. As she walks there, Emma sets up everything into capture and report mode so she can get everything that is said so she can then transcribe it into the article.

When the door to the room comes into view, Emma's heart lurches. She hadn't spoken at all with Steve since that day, she was sure Rhodes still wanted her arrested, and Wanda was now part of the team. Needless to say, Emma was still a bit hesitant to be around her because of the vision she made her see. The rapid onset of anxious thoughts makes the music from the AI system play quietly in her ears, and Emma takes a deep breath before pushing open the door.

Sam, geared up in his Falcon suit, is the one to bring attention to Emma's presence by calling her name and waving like a five-year-old. Emma gives a small smile and waves as all eyes turn to her. She panics for a second before telling herself, You got this, it'll all go smoothly. After her pep talk, she announces, "Hey, uh, Tony asked me to do an article interviewing the new team. If we could maybe do that, whoever wants to go first, please follow me. I'll try to be quick and get out of your way shortly. Thanks."

Sam instantly walks over her way and Emma leads him to the corner of the room for the interview. Before Emma can start asking questions, Sam says with a smile, "I'm glad we're all living here together, you, me, and Steve. The Three Amigos back together!"

Emma tries not to show her sadness at the statement as she realizes that Steve hadn't told him what happened. Maybe that was a good thing? It could mean that there was still hope for them? She mentally shakes her head and smiles at Sam, saying, "Just like old times." Emma taps the side of her glasses and says, "SAM start recording please."

Sam has a look of confusion on his face but proceeds to pull out his phone as he says, "And here I was thinking you had all the fancy Stark tech."

Emma can't help but laugh at the statement and tells him, "Oh no, no the uh the AI is called SAM. Acronym for Saving Asses Mundanely. Tony named her."

"Perfectly not confusing," Sam says with a laugh while putting away his phone.

"Yeah, I'll have to end up just calling you Wilson or Falcon on missions."

"Works for me," Sam replies with a smile. He claps his hands and rubs them together before saying, "Now let's get on with this interview."

"Let's. So first, Mr. Wilson, Falcon, are you excited about your new post as an Avenger?"

"Oh absolutely. Ever since the mission of taking down HYDRA undercover in SHIELD I've wanted to join the team, but I had some other matters to attend to on Captain Rogers' orders."

"I see, thank you. Now, I know you have a background in pararescue with the US military, how do you think that will play into your role on the team?"

"Asking the good questions, aren't we? Well I think that my flight skills will serve the team well in terms of agility in battles that may be fought in the air as well as my rescue skills being used if anyone were to get injured. I would swoop in and save them. See what I did there?"

Emma laughs at the comment and asks a few more questions before dismissing him to go train with the rest of the group. She conducts the rest of the interviews with the team, making sure to stay professional with Wanda and Rhodes.

Knowing it would be her most nerve-wracking interview, Emma saves the one with Steve and Natasha for last. When they finish up, Emma approaches the two of them and says, "Hey Cap, Natasha, if you two are ready I can interview you both at the same time." After they dismiss the group for the time being, Emma cues up SAM again and asks, "So as the leaders of the new group of Avengers what's your opinion of them all so far as a team?"

"Well we're not the '27 Yankees," Steve replies with a slight chuckle while looking at Natasha.

"But we do have some hitters," Natasha points out.

Steve nods and adds, "Individually they're all good, but they're not a team yet. Everyone works well alone and has their special skills, but cohesion...we haven't gotten there yet. It'll take some time."

"I know we can beat them into shape though," Natasha says with a small smirk.

Emma nods, asking, "So, optimistic about it?"

Natasha elbows Steve in the ribs and says, "Giddy optimism is Rogers' middle name."

Emma nods as she continues, asking, "And what about each of you individually, are you ready to learn a whole new team dynamic? What with four of your original members not present."

Steve speaks first and replies, "As a soldier, you learn that you should never grow used to something, especially team dynamic. You have to be on your toes learning and adapting to new experiences. As long as I'm a soldier I try not to grow complacent about anything."

Emma nods as Natasha adds, "I was trained to rely on myself and myself alone. A team is good to have your back if things go wrong though, so it'll be good to have this group of individuals backing me if I need it."

Emma asks a few more questions before wrapping up the interview and thanking them. She considers finally breaking her silence with Steve about what happened but backs out before any words leave her mouth.

Before Emma can turn to leave to begin writing her article, Steve speaks up, telling her, "You know, if you want, our offer we made at Barton's ranch is still on the table. We can use all the hands we can get on the team."

Emma nods and replies, "Maybe soon, but for now, I need to get to work on this. I'll get back to you on that." She offers a small smile before heading off to her room to begin piecing everything together for an article.

For the next few days, Emma works on her article and begins training with the other agents and military troops that are stationed at the compound. With that on top of her visit back to the city to see her therapist, she barely has time for relaxing. One night when she enters the compound at around ten, she's stopped by Sam who has a couple of board games in his arms. "Hey, Emma! We were all about to play some board games, wanna join us? Nat wants to make it more fun with drinks."

Emma offers a small smile and replies, "Thanks, but maybe not tonight, I'm sorry."

"Oh come on, Ems! We've been living under the same roof and I feel like I never see you."

"I've just been really busy is all," Emma replies quietly.

"Too busy for your best friends?" Sam asks, giving her the puppy dog eyes. When Emma doesn't reply right away, Sam studies her and then asks, "Is there something going on that I don't know about?"

Emma debates whether or not to tell Sam, and then decides it would be best to tell the truth. "I guess you really don't know then. Outside of business things like that interview I did with all of you, Steve and I haven't talked in almost a month..."

"What? Why? And why didn't either of you tell me?" he asks, shock evident in his voice.

Emma looks at the floor and traces patterns on it with the toe of her shoe. "At the party at the tower, when Ultron came to be, he told everyone that I have...a bit of a dodgy past. He said that I broke the law, which, don't get me wrong I did, but he didn't know my motivations as to why I did the things I did. I had good reason, but all he was worried about was the fact that I did it. That didn't sit right with Steve, and when I went to talk with him about it after everything, he said he couldn't trust me because he didn't know me.

"Maria says it was probably a heat of the moment thing, and it may have been, there was a lot of secrecy among the whole team we came to find out, so maybe that was just the straw that broke the camel's back. It really hurt though, Sam. I want to talk with him so badly because I think I finally figured out what to say, but at this point, I'm not sure he would even want to talk with me."

"Wow," Sam whispers and shakes his head. "I had no idea...it all makes sense though. He's seemed kinda distant lately, but I just thought it was because of the thing in Sokovia and then having to lead a whole new team."

"God I wish Ultron never said a damn thing..." Emma mutters in frustration while rubbing her temples. "I never wanted to hurt him."

"I know you didn't, Ems," Sam tells her gently. "Here, how about this: later, I talk with him and tell him that I spoke with you and you wanted to get things cleared up. You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, but I can just tell him that you want to patch things up with him. I'll be the bridge, the messenger."

"Would you not mind? If it's too much trouble I can suck it up and be an adult about it and approach him myself."

"No, no it's all good. I'll talk with him, then he can come to you when he's ready. So, are you ready to talk with him about it? Because once I tell him, there's no backing out."

The thought of finally clearing things up with Steve makes Emma smile, so she nods and replies, "Yes, I'm ready. I hope this can be the start of this fiasco being put behind us."

"That's the spirit," Sam replies as he shifts the games to one arm and pats Emma on the back with the other. "Now, you go get some rest. Next week's game night you can join us. I've been wanting to show Vision Just Dance, but it wouldn't be as fun without you."

"Sounds like a plan. Again, thank you, Sam." And with that, Emma heads to her room for the night.

The next morning, Emma is about to head down to the kitchen to get some coffee when there’s a gentle knock at her door. Knowing it was probably Steve, Emma's heart jumps in her chest. She takes a breath and slowly opens the door to reveal Steve standing there with his hands behind his back, looking a bit nervous. He offers a small smile and says, "Hey. Sam said you wanted to talk?"

"If that's okay with you," Emma tells him. Steve nods and she opens the door fully, welcoming him into the room. He sits in the office chair she has sat by her desk while Emma sits cross-legged on her bed.

Before Emma can start talking, Steve speaks up, saying, "I just thought I'd apologize for what I said that day, Em. It wasn't called for, I was just really frustrated over a lot of things and I took it out on you."

"No, no it's okay, I understand. I didn't tell you about a big part of my life, and I can see how that hurt you. I just...I wanted you to hear my side of the story. The side that Ultron didn't have access to because it wasn't on the web."

Steve nods his head and says, "I'm all ears. No outbursts this time."

Emma laughs a bit before she starts her story. "What Ultron said about me hacking police scanners and all of that was 100% true, I can't deny that, but I had a reason behind it. I apologize in advance if I get emotional talking about this, it's just hard to talk about because I always tried to forget about it all until recently. But yeah, it started when I applied to be on the NYPD journalist team but was denied and the job was given to some blonde chick with more botox than experience in journalism. I had a degree in journalism, a recommendation from my local newspaper where I had an internship, and was frankly pissed that I didn't get the job. I was new in town, my grandfather had just passed away, and after not getting that position I was just angry at the world, so I kinda hacked into the police radio system...

"Anyways, the cases I did, the ones I brought it upon myself to bring justice to, were almost always cases of domestic assault. The police usually disregarded the cases, tossing them out if there wasn't an active threat when they arrived, so I would go back the next night and put up a camera to capture proof of what was going on. I then would send in an anonymous tip and the scumbag would be busted within a few days."

Emma pauses and takes a shaky breath, saying, "I did these kinds of cases because I couldn't just stand by and let these things happen because I knew what it was like to be in that situation... You see, my father wasn't a good man. Far from it. From the time I could walk there were expectations of me that were wildly unrealistic, but I was always expected to live up to them. If I didn't meet his standards, he would yell at me, call me names, just all around be super awful, and if the task wasn't done well enough or fast enough, sometimes...uh..."

Emma closes her eyes and takes a break for a second, spinning the ring on her thumb furiously trying not to cry. "Emma, if it's too hard to talk about you don't have to," Steve says gently, his own emotions running high seeing Emma in such a vulnerable state.

"No, I want you to know the whole truth. I want you to know about my past, to know me..." She waits for a second more before continuing, "If I didn't complete the task to his liking, sometimes he would...hurt me. The physical side of things wasn't too often I don’t think, but it was enough to suppress a lot of my childhood memories. I still knew the feeling though, and I didn't want anyone to go through that hell. So that's what I did and why I did it.

"Somehow Fury figured out who I was and recruited me for SHIELD as a reporter. He told me that I had promise and skills that the agency could use for good, so he turned my life around. I never did anything illegal again, you know unless it was under orders from SHIELD. I would do it all over again in a heartbeat if it meant saving innocent people's lives though." Even though it felt good knowing she didn't have to hide the past from Steve anymore, Emma still feels guilty and avoids making eye contact with Steve as she says quietly, "Well, now you know what really happened and...I hope this can be the start of building the trust between us again."

After her statement, without thinking, Steve stands up and pulls Emma up into an embrace. Emma relaxes into his strong arms and Steve whispers, "God, I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Em." He pauses and admits quietly, "My father wasn't the best man either. He would try and hurt me but Mom always got in the middle of it to protect me. She was one of the bravest women I know. You're pretty high on that list too, Em, I hope you know that"

Emma smiles a bit and hugs Steve tighter as she says, "I'm so sorry you had to go through that Steve... As for me though I've been learning that everything happens for a reason. It may not have been the ideal life, but," she pauses for half a second before deciding to continue, "if it hadn't happened the way it did, I wouldn't have met you."

Steve smiles at the statement and he hopes that Emma can't feel his heart rate increase in response. He releases Emma from his embrace and tells her, "Thank you for telling me, Em. I'm glad you trust me enough to be so vulnerable and honest. And again, I'm so sorry I said what I did. I never wanted to hurt you."

"Hey, it's okay. And I know it may take a little bit of time to get where we were again, but...are we good?" She pauses and decides to crack a joke, asking, "Can I go back to beating your ass at Mario Kart with Sam?"

Steve chuckles and nods, saying, "Yes, we're good."

"Yay!" Emma replies with a smile.

She quickly wipes the excess tears from her eyes as the two exit her room and head to the kitchen together. Emma's mind is so busy trying to remember the feeling of being in his arms that she almost misses Steve asking, "Will you be joining us for meals and, as Sam dubs it, team bonding?"

"Oh I wouldn't want to intrude," Emma replies, snapping back into reality.

"I insist. You're as much part of the team as anyone else. It's been killing me not to tell you how well you did in Sokovia, by the way. For your first mission in the field, you did a great job."

Emma can't help the smile that makes its way onto her lips as she says, "Thank you, Steve. It means a lot. That night I was pretty pissed, so I got a lot of training in learning how to utilize SAM in battle mode."

"Well if that's what kind of work you can do when you're angry, I'd like to see more of it," Steve replies with a quiet laugh.

Emma huffs out a noise of amusement and says back, "I think we could find some other motivation to get me working that isn't anger-driven. I'd like to think I've been working hard with the other recruits in my physical training, so don't count me out just yet."

"Oh, I won't. Remember you're still part of the team. Once you get your basics down, Nat agreed that we should take you in to train with the rest of us. If you're okay with that of course."

"As long as I'd be accepted. I think Rhodes might not feel the same way about my past as others do. And," she pauses, not knowing how to phrase the next part, "and with Wanda, she's..."

Steve hums inquisitively and when he isn't met with an answer, he says, "Wanda's a changed person now, Em. She truly regrets showing all of us what she did in those visions." He pauses for a moment before telling her, "He didn't give me details, but Clint told me that what she showed you was the reason you walked out on the mission that night at the ranch. I can tell that she feels guilty for what she showed you the way she reacts when someone brings up the fact that you haven't been with us lately. You can be your own judge of character though."

"It just may take a bit of time," Emma replies.

"Don't rush it, some things just take time. While you're doing your basics, you can hang out with all of us and get to know everyone better. You'll see that she isn't who Ultron or HYDRA wanted her to be."

Emma nods as they get into the kitchen where Sam is having breakfast with Maria. "I see you two made up?" Sam asks with a hopeful smile.

Maria adds, "It's about damn time."

The pair smile and nod as Emma tells the two of them, "It's good to be back."

link to the next part

a/n okay holy shit I have way too much music for this post so I’ll just list them instead of putting the Spotify links (whoops) {and again, there is a playlist on Spotify already but if you don’t want spoilers via the music on there I would avoid it for now}

Matter to You - Sasha Alex Sloan

Reflection - Hey Violet

Missing You - All Time Low

Why - Read Southall Band

What Hurts the Most - Rascal Flatts

Secret for the Mad - Dodie

Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance

Two Ghosts - Harry Styles

Close as Strangers - 5SOS

Little do you Know - Alex and Sierra

Easy on Me - Adele

forever fifteen - mothica

Still - Niall Horan

Arms Unfolding - Dodie

Sparks Fly - Hey Violet

Apple Pie - Lizzie McAlpine

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WEEK 10

HELLO EVERYONE! WE are in DOUBLE DIGITS NOW ⏰⏰⏰ As we finish up week 10 🚨🚨🚨 It's officially the home stretch, who has got what it TAKES to claim the top Prize and the big bucks??? 💸💸💸

ABBY - 10 POINTS

Abby is INCHING 🐛 closer to Lisa in the standings here! Maybe you won't beat her in the pool, but I have another way for you all to win some money 💲💲💲 I have insider information that Abby met up with her friend G last weekend and personally drained Florida of all its alcoholic beverages. My advice: buy McDonald's stock Ⓜ After Abby has drank Florida from swampland into a desert I know for sure she spent an amount of money on McNuggets that would exceed the GDP of Zimbabwe 💰💰💰

GABBY - 10 POINTS

A great week for Gabby puts her within STRIKING 🎳 distance of Lisa. Does Abby have what it takes to - wait, Gabby - wait, no, Abby? All I'm saying is that Gabigail, wait no Abbrielle, wait, what? Can one of you two please change your names?! 👿 I keep getting confused here, why can't you two be different? I'm thinking Gabby and.... Bert 👍 Yep. Love it, keep it up Bert!

PEYTON - 9 POINTS

Peyton will be hanging out with your fearless commissioner this weekend, cheering on the gals for their half marathon 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️ The commish isn't running because he is a lazy sack of crap prefers Mimosa over Miles 🍾🍾🍾 Pey-Pey is not participating because the last time he ran in a crowd he was tackled by animal control employees assuming a giraffe had escaped the local zoo 🦒

JJ - 9 POINTS

our C A L I F O R N I A man clocked a solid week this go round 👍 and is firmly in the hunt for some moolah 💸💸💸 Interestingly enough, in his Anaheim Ducks interview no one asked him about his pick-em-pool performance NOT EVEN ONCE 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ I guess there's no real sports fans in Anaheim, what a shame 😔

JANIE - 9 POINTS

Janie AKA Juliette's agent inches up another place this week 🧗‍♀️ All this work getting Juliette signed has really turned her in to quite the athlete's representative 🕶🕶🕶 Last week she got me signed to a sweet deal to be sponsored by Dr. Sniffer's Medical Strength Deodorant... was she trying to tell me something? 👃👃👃

LISA - 9 POINTS

The 9 point score does not faze Lisa 🧘‍♀️🧘‍♂️🧘‍♀️ Mediating away in the wonderfully bucolic countryside of Arizona as she is. She's learning to take in the simple pleasures there 😊 A beautiful sunset. A warm cup of tea. The sound of an annoying patient collapsing into a deep sleep after you syringe their ungrateful ass with enough anesthesia to tranquilize a polar bear. A blooming flower. A rainbow. 🌈🌈🌈

RUSTY - 8 POINTS

Alllll season our boy Rusty has been just a point or two behind each week 📏📏📏 BUT don't give up hope yet 🙏 He can still win this thing. If he just gets a perfect score for the remaining seven weeks, his opponent forget to submit their picks, and the New York Jets actually decide to win a game, THEN he has an approximately 6.8% chance of victory ✊ I can smell the celebratory steaks already 🥩

VAL - 8 POINTS

Val got 8 points this week. We need to talk more often, I don't know what's going on in your life? Did you move? Join a cult? Baked a nice apple pie? Drawing a blank here 🤔🤔🤔 The last I heard about Val she was failing to win a break maker? 🎫🎫🎫

JULIETTE - 6 POINTS

Oh no honey boo boo ju ju 😞😞😞 the beginning of the season was so "Welcome to New York" but now it's giving "Bad Blood" 🎤🎤 (Writing that sentence made me feel like I'm 87 years old) Will swimming's most 🔥🔥🔥 recruit be able to turn it around and win or is that just in her "Wildest Dreams"??? ☁☁☁

Well Ladies and Gentlemen the clock is officially TICKING ⏰ Hundreds of dollars are at stake here, who has what it takes to claim the top prize??? 🤴👸 WE'LL SEE YOU ALL NEXT WEEK

[maizumis]

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU DAUGHTER RECIEVES A VALENTINE LETTER IN KINDERGARTEN

ft. timeskip! miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsuro, oikawa tooru

authors note: female reader ‼️first time I write for pretty boy sakusa 🙈🙈 pls I wanna play with his hair sm

•ATSUMU saw you and your daughter enter to the house, hand in hand, giggling to each other, the second her tiny legs were inside home, she went running to her dad "there's ma baby! a missed ya so much angel!" her tiny hands grabbing both his cheeks so she could see him "a missed ya to! ya won't believe what happened today daddy" atsumu was ready to hear his daughter talk about how she told her whole class about his profesional volleyball player daddy "a boy gave me a valentine letter! look! isn't it pretty?" the blond twin eyes where now on you with an annoyed look on his face "a made yer mother better ones" " ‘tsumu you draw stick people—" "still better ones, darling, a can't accept this, tell the boy yer daddy doesn't approves" tiny human now with a pout on her face, grabbing her letter and bag to go to her room "ya win this time daddy, ‘m gonna make sure he makes me a prettier one next time"

•SAKUSA went to pick up his girl, as he promised her just a few hours ago before dropping her; patiently waiting at the door of the place with a mask on, he saw those two pig tails with butterfly clips that for sure were from his daughter "daddy! I made you a draw today" he picked her up with one arm while the other one accommodate her bag, took off his mask and give her a kiss on her temple "I can't wait to see it darling, I missed you" little girl humming and looking around the place until she remembered something "oh! you won't believe it! a boy gave me a valentine letter today! it even has glitter!" sakusa grow annoyed at the fact that his girl was already growing, he wanted her to himself just a little more "nuh-uh, you're to young to be receiving those, and what do we say about boys" little girl gasped at the thought of forgetting what his father always says to her "boys are filthy! and yucky!" kiyoomi now with a relaxed smile on his face "yeah, that's my girl"

•AKAASHI had his daughter on his lap, going thru the box of memories he had with you, he was currently showing his daughter the letter he wrote every week "this one I wrote it in graduation day, we were a couple at that time tho" the little girl had heart in her eyes and a big toothy smile "that's so cute dad! it makes me remember the letter I have" akaashi was so confused, since when does she owns letters "what letter?" his child got up and search it "this one! a boy gave it to me on Valentine's day, he is a cute as you, dad" she showed the letter to him a cute draw of two persons holding hands and 'luv u' write it on the back of it "em— is very cute, but you shouldn't be receiving those, you're still very young" it was the perfect place excuse so she could be his for a little more "oh" she says with a sad face "and i thought we could get married next time I saw him, guess it's next year"

•KUROO saw his kid hidding something behind her back while running as fast as she could with her little legs to her room "stop right there missy" a distant whine could be heard from the end of the hallway "what happened dad? is everything okay? you know I love you so much!" she tells him in hope to get out of the situation "everything is fine, I just wanna see what you have in your hands" his daughter already panicking, she knew he wouldn't like the idea of a love letter "is something someone gave me in school" "can I see it?" "no!" a smirk could be see in kuroo's face while panic on his daughter "hand it, last warning" "fine!" she gave him the red heart with the three letters ILY and a boy signature "yeah, just what I believed it was, you're not going near a filthy boy on my watch" the child rolling her eyes before going to her bedroom "yeah, yeah, I already know it"

•OIKAWA was going thru his daughter school bag after a long week, organizing and cleaning her stuff so she could use it next week with out problem; everything was going smoothly until he saw a draw, a draw full of hearts, butterflies and glitter, lots of 'i love you's' write it around the slice of paper. no, no, no this can't be happening he thought with the letter on his hand, is his child already old enough to have this types of things? he didn't write a letter until high school! "love! come here" he called for his daughter while putting aside all the toddlers book he had on the floor "daddy! is everything okay?" he nodded and told her to come sit on his lap "you love me, right?" little girl nodding and peppering kisses all over his face "yes daddy! very much in fact! I love you" his arms tightening around his daughter so he could feel it closer to him "I love you to, so, so much baby, you have me, always"

[arc-misadventures]

You Can Do Better Than Him

Jaune, and Pyrrha were in their dormroom along with Ren, and Nora, while the duo prepare to go to Jaune's hometown, and meet his parents for the first time.

Pyrrha: Oh, I can't wait to meet your parents, Jaune! Do you think they'll like me?

Jaune: Relax Pyrrha, they'll love you. You don't need to worry about it.

Nora: Yeah! You're, Pyrrha Nikos! Of course they're gonna love you!

Pyrrha: Yeah, your right! It’s just… I can’t help but feel nervous about it all.

Jaune: Don’t worry, I’ll be there with you, we can handle this.

Pyrrha: Are you sure?

Nora: You’re, Pyrrha Nikos, of course you’ve got this! Now, get out of here before you miss your flight! Oh, and say hi to new mom, and dad!

Pyrrha: Okay, bye guys!

Ren: Have fun you two!

Jaune: Don't worry guys we will; See you all in two weeks! Wait… New mom, and dad…?

~~~

24 hours later the dorm room to team JNPR's room slams open with a furious Pyrrha at the door, something Ren, and Nora thought they'd never see.

Pyrrha, seething with rage: I hate them, I hate them, I hate them!!! I FUCKING HATE THEM!!!

Nora: WOW! Pyrrha?! What's wrong?! Did something happen with, Jaune's parents?

Pyrrha: Oh, something happened alright! Those bastards!

Ren: What happened, we've never seen you like this before? Did, Jaune's parents not like you or...!?

Pyrrha: 'Didn't like me? ‘Didn’t like me?!’ They fucking loved me?!!

Nora: W-What's wrong with that then?

Pyrrha: They took one look with me, and looked at Jaune, looked back at me, and told me I could do better then, Jaune?!

Nora: What?!

Ren: Why would they say that?

Pyrrha: Because they think I’m too good for, Jaune!? They knew who I was, knew of all of my achievements, and then started telling me I could better than, Jaune?! They then started asking me questions if I was okay; If, Jaune was forcing me to do this?! If I really was his girlfriend?! Then his sisters came along, and started asking me the same fucking questions!

Ren: Seriously?!

Nora: Yeah, seriously?! How could they say that about our glorious leader?!

Pyrrha: I know right! Jaune has been the most perfect person, and now boyfriend I've ever had! He's sweet, caring, comforting, funny, a bit of a dork, but he's the most perfect person I’ve ever met, and I love him! And, all they could do was question if he tricked me into dating him?!

Nora: Wow... Well, I guess that explains, Jaune’s crushing sense of self doubt issues...

Pyrrha: I know! Ten minutes after they all kept saying that utter bullshit, Jaune became like this?!

Pyrrha gestured to, Jaune who was huddled up in his bed, covered in his blankets quietly muttering to himself whether or not he was good enough.

Pyrrha: After that started to happen I grabbed our stuff, and left! Without another word to those bastards what so ever! I was looking forward to this for weeks only to arrive to that?! Bastards! I would have come home sooner, but the next flight back to, Vale wasn't available until today! Those utter bastards! How can they say those things about, Jaune, so easily at that?! Too good for him?! HA! Jaune's too good for me! And, if they can't see that, to HELL WITH 'EM!!!

Nora and Ren stood in the farthest corner of the room away from, Pyrrha cowering in fear that any moment she would snap, and let loose all hell upon them.

Pyrrha: Haa! ha haaa… Ahem… Sorry about that... I'm just very frustrated at all of this...

Nora: It's okay Pyrrha, I can understand why you're so angry. Honestly, I'm a little angry myself now as well...

Pyrrha: I'm gonna go cuddle with, Jaune now, I want my Knight, and I want him to be happy...

A knocking at the door is soon heard, Nora opens the door to reveal the members of Team RWBY.

Weiss: What's all that yelling about?! And...?! Why are Jaune and Pyrrha back?

Nora: Jaune's family insulted Pyrrha by saying she was too good for him. This made her mad and Jaune sad, which made Pyrrha really mad so they left after ten minutes, and came home. Pyrrha's now comforting Jaune to make him feel better.

Pyrrha, struggling to get under the blankets with Jaune.

Pyrrha: No, I'm not going away! We're gonna cuddle, and you're gonna love it!

Yang: You know, maybe they right... Maybe, Pyrrha is... Wha.. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Yang is suddenly thrown through an open window as they stare at a furious, Pyrrha holding her outstretched hand, ready use her semblance to fling the next idiot who dare insult her boyfriend.

Ruby: M-Maybe we should go...

Nora: Good idea!

Pyrrha watch them leave with a furious glare across her face, it slowly left as they, did leaving her to snuggle up close with her wonderful boyfriend.

Pyrrha: Don't listen to anyone has to say about us dating, Jaune, your perfect for me... Please... Please don't forget that...

Jaune reaches out and grabs Pyrrha pulling her closer.

Jaune: I know... It’s just hard sometimes… Thank you, Pyrrha... What you said… it means allot to me… Thank you… I love you...

Pyrrha: I love you too, Jaune...

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This was me seeing this chapter float across my notifications, Em! It's a travesty that I just started to read it now, though. But I'm ready for you to blow my mind. You usually do, but I feel like it needed to be said!

He'd already eaten breakfast, gone for a long run and taken a shower, and he was still one of the first ones here. Except for Judy.

I see our chicken is still an early bird. Or are you telling me that his callsign is because of something else, Em?

"Do you really think she would be a good fit? You'll be working on the yacht for weeks, and all she has is a graduate degree and a daddy with a bankroll." She handed him your résumé with a concerned look.

I promise Judy, he's not only thinking about her professional and personal qualifications, but also how good she'd look wearing a bikini for him on that yacht.

Bradley made himself another cup of coffee before he settled into his seat. His office had a fantastic view of the Pacific Ocean in the distance along with the Naval base at North Island where he'd spent several years working. Sometimes he missed it, other times he didn't. Flying was in his blood, but after five air-to-air kills, it seemed like he'd given up enough of his soul to the Navy. Now he was helping oversee the design of software components that would help keep aviators safer in the air. 

I love that you're exploring Bradley's career post Navy, working as a contractor for the Navy. He's an ace now, just like Mav, too?!

And that thought brought him back to the main reason you would be here in the next few minutes. What kind of information could he get out of you? Bradley noticed that the profit and loss sheets from several departments didn't seem to add up. That had been the case for two quarters in a row. When he mentioned it to one of the harried looking accountants one floor down, he told Bradley they wouldn't have time to run an unnecessary audit before next quarter started.

There is definitely something out of the ordinary happening at Avio. I can't wait to see how Brat's involvement with Bradley makes all of this go down.

Bradley smiled, and his gaze followed your hand as you touched that pretty charm again. "Oh... I want you plenty. Something tells me yachts and Mediterranean vacations are something you simply grew up with. I'm just trying to sell myself now."

The imagery here is making me sweat a little bit, Em. He's already down so bad for Brat. They're going to ignite in an inferno and the flames are going to singe everyone in sight.

You sputtered with laughter, too. "Did you just call me Ivy League?" "I sure did," he told you, still laughing. "It's about ten times nicer than what I was going to say." Your soft gasp as your eyes positively lit up made Bradley's heart beat a little faster. "Well, what were you going to say?" you asked before biting your lip.  Shit. You were trouble, and you knew it. "Never mind. My lips are sealed. Can't say that to Ted's daughter."

Trouble. Ivy League. Brat. You can call me whatever you want, Mr. Bradshaw. Please allow me to bring you coffee in my skimpy little bikini. Please. I will pay you for that honor and your big cock, daddy.

He cleared his throat as he opened his contacts and then put his phone on speaker. He was greeted with a familiar voice filled with laughter. "Rooster! When are you going to get that yacht warmed up for me?" Bradley just shook his head and said, "Hangman. You're not going to believe who my summer intern is."

Hangman! I love that Jake and Bradley are still friends after all of this time! I can't wait to see what his role is at Avio and how he fits into this mystery Bradley's trying to solve.

They actually were all Armani, and you'd have a field day when you realized it. Or perhaps skinny dipping would become a thing?

Please, please, please. Em don't make a girl beg. I've already been unleashed and I am feral for this version of this man.

Sir. That one word was echoing through his mind along with your bratty tone, and he had to take a deep breath.

That one word is echoing through my mind too, daddy. Don't fret. I'm down to cause some trouble in your life.

"If she gets to be too much, just leave her in one of the marinas with her passport."

Excuse me for glaring right at the back of your fucking bald head, Ted. I don't like you at all. You may be Ivy's dad in this, but I kind of need you to leave my page before I jump in there and knee you someplace very sensitive and tender in the male anatomy.

Bradley examined your pretty face, and you didn't look away. He remembered the dress you wore to Ted's holiday party, and you remembered his sweater. Right now he was wishing he'd joined you for that bottle of French wine that night, something he'd remedy on the yacht. A flood of bad decisions just waiting to happen filled his mind as he said, "Go say goodbye to your father. It's almost time to go." "Yes, Sir," you told him with your chin held high and a smirk gracing your lips. Bradley stood at the bottom of the stairs while you flung your arms around Ted and kissed him on the cheek. Then you came strolling his way once again, and he followed you closely up the stairs as you turned back and softly said, "I'm all yours."

Every time Ivy calls Bradley, Sir, I want to roll back and forth and giggle and kick my feet in the air. Don't ask me what could possibly go wrong, because the answer is a lot. I have this terribly sick feeling in my stomach which screams that Bradley is looking into something which he's probably not expecting to be as bad as it actually ends up being. I'm thinking destruction of Avio and everything. You have me waiting with baited breath, Em! I can't wait to see what the next chapter of Ivy and Rooster brings!

The Intern Part 2 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Five minutes into an interview with you, and Bradley knew he was in trouble. You were attractive, funny and smart, and now the summer was stretching out before him like an obstacle course he would have to navigate carefully. At least a visit from an old friend should be enough to help him work through his frustrations.

Warnings: Language, mentions of smut and masturbation (eventually 18+)

Length: 4200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

The Intern masterlist. Check out my masterlist for more. Banner by @mak-32

When Bradley got to the Avio headquarters the following morning, he rode the elevator up to his office. He'd already eaten breakfast, gone for a long run and taken a shower, and he was still one of the first ones here. Except for Judy. He smiled when her desk came into view as he turned toward his office door. She was sweet, and it scared him a little bit how much she reminded him of his mom. She was a widow with one son in college, and Bradley would be lost without her. 

"Morning," she said, handing him his mail as he walked past without her even looking up at him. "You have a very busy day, and I already turned on your coffee maker."

He really needed to give her another raise. "Thanks, Judy. Hey, what time is that interview I have?" he asked, flipping through the stack of envelopes in his hand. 

Now she looked up from her computer and met his eyes. "Nine o'clock. And it's Ted's daughter."

"I know," he replied with a small smile. 

"Do you really think she would be a good fit? You'll be working on the yacht for weeks, and all she has is a graduate degree and a daddy with a bankroll." She handed him your résumé with a concerned look.

He shrugged as he skimmed the page again. "She has some related work experience. She volunteered to run the finances for a handful of Philadelphia based charities every year. Her references include the Philadelphia deputy mayor. But you're right, she's pretty green. I'll take this with me," he said as he held the résumé up and headed for his door. "Let me know when she arrives."

"Will do," Judy muttered. 

Bradley made himself another cup of coffee before he settled into his seat. His office had a fantastic view of the Pacific Ocean in the distance along with the Naval base at North Island where he'd spent several years working. Sometimes he missed it, other times he didn't. Flying was in his blood, but after five air-to-air kills, it seemed like he'd given up enough of his soul to the Navy. Now he was helping oversee the design of software components that would help keep aviators safer in the air. 

He turned his gaze from the view outside back to your resume. Your name at the top made him smile, and the more he read about you, the more he liked. None of the other people begging him for a job in his department had the same level of academic chops or philanthropic endeavors you did. And he couldn't imagine you begging for a single damn thing, ever. He tapped his keyboard, wondering what your LinkedIn profile looked like. 

Well. Your photo was gorgeous. It was professional looking without a doubt, but he knew better now that the way your smile tilted a little higher on one side meant you were about to deliver a line that would make him laugh. He wondered if you'd had the photographer smiling nonstop, too. 

Bradley paused with his fingers on his keyboard, but he couldn't help it. He typed your full name into the search bar and sorted it by images. There were more headshots of you from academic articles and a few newspapers, but when he scrolled he almost spit his coffee out. There was one of you wearing that same bikini you had on yesterday. When he clicked it for more, it took him to your private instagram page. 

He stared at that tiny thumbnail before he closed his eyes. Really, the way you looked wasn't why he asked you to come here today, and he'd spent a good portion of last evening trying to focus on anything other than how it felt to have your body pressed against his while he held you.

"Fuck," he grunted. He really needed to get laid. He made another mental note next to the one about Judy's raise. He would call one of his friends with benefits and get that taken care of, because if you agreed to join him for a couple months on the company yacht, he'd probably see that bikini again and again. And there was no way he could touch Ted's daughter. Not like that. Even if he wanted to.

And that thought brought him back to the main reason you would be here in the next few minutes. What kind of information could he get out of you? Bradley noticed that the profit and loss sheets from several departments didn't seem to add up. That had been the case for two quarters in a row. When he mentioned it to one of the harried looking accountants one floor down, he told Bradley they wouldn't have time to run an unnecessary audit before next quarter started. 

Someone in this company was doing something shady, and Bradley wanted to know who it was and why. He'd gone over those numbers for days, double checking his math. He knew he wasn't crazy, but he didn't know who he could safely take this information to, especially when the specs on the software they were creating was considered top secret. 

"Your interview is here," Judy's voice suddenly announced through his intercom.

Bradley quickly closed out of the photo of you in a bathing suit that was still on his screen and slammed his laptop shut. "Send her in."

A few seconds later, Judy was holding the door open for you, and you thanked her as you strolled in like you owned the company. Your hair was styled in some sort of clip, and you were wearing a perfectly tailored black suit. Bradley shook his head; it was rich that you called him out for his proclivity for Armani when yours was probably worth three times as much. His gaze drifted down your legs. Your black and white heels were the kinds of things he would love to have thrown over his shoulders in bed, and the bit of white silk peeking out above your jacket buttons reminded him of your skimpy pajamas. 

Inviting you here was a terrible idea. 

You smirked as you ran your right index finger along the charm from Tiffany's that hung from your necklace, and then you reached out to shake his hand over his desk. "Mr. Bradshaw. So lovely to see you again today." Your voice was playful, and Bradley gestured for you to take a seat while he tried his best to gather his thoughts. 

"I was a little afraid you'd show up in your bathing suit," he said, and you nodded as you crossed your legs and set your leather portfolio on your lap. 

"I can certainly understand the cause for that concern," you replied, not missing a beat. "However, I promise you'll see nothing but Armani suits from here on out if I end up coming to the office every day. Now what would you have me do for you all summer? Fetch your coffee? Give you the abridged version of the Wall Street Journal? Sit in on pointless meetings in the conference room across the hallway?"

"That's just it," he said, tilting his head to the side and taking in your neutral expression. He hardly knew what to do with the fact that you made him feel warm and slightly uncomfortable when you were being sassy. "We wouldn't be here at all. And actually, you could wear your bathing suit and swim half the time for all I cared."

Your eyes lit up immediately as you leaned closer to his desk. "This sounds like a trap, but please, carry on. Tell me more."

He chuckled as he moved a little closer to you as well. "I'm being tasked with taking a few weeks to a couple months on the company yacht in the Mediterranean. I have the technical knowledge as well as the access to arrange meetings with members of Avio's European sales team to close some deals. This is all top secret information, but since you've got the right connections, I'll go ahead and tell you that the US government has given us the greenlight to sell our software to a select list of countries."

You licked your lips, and Bradley could barely focus as you said, "So you'll be the one calling all the shots. And you need to have access to some of these countries to schedule meetings and dinners and cocktail parties. You'll be working from the yacht in much the same capacity you are currently working from your office, still expected to head the research department here. But you'll have the added workload of trying to answer questions and sell the software in Europe? Did I miss anything?"

Bradley's eyes went a little wide as he chuckled. "No. Not really."

You were smiling now. "This sounds like half work and half sorority party, and let me tell you, I am more than capable of making both of those things go as smoothly for you as possible."

"Yeah," he said, his voice a little raspy now. "But you'll have to put up with me. And some of these clients have been known to be a little difficult in... a variety of different ways." Bradley's mind drifted to last summer when he'd been on the yacht for a week as well as the summer before that. The wealthier a man becomes, the more he seems to think he could have whatever he wants, and Bradley had seen some wild shit. "But I'll do my best to keep you comfortable and safe. The workload will be intense, to say the least. But it'll all be happening on a one hundred and thirty foot superyacht." 

You eyed him carefully. "This sounds like it was custom made for me, so you either want me or you don't, Mr. Bradshaw." 

Bradley smiled, and his gaze followed your hand as you touched that pretty charm again. "Oh... I want you plenty. Something tells me yachts and Mediterranean vacations are something you simply grew up with. I'm just trying to sell myself now."

The way you laughed reminded him once again of that night in December when you asked him if he wanted to share a bottle of wine with you. "You're very persuasive, Mr. Bradshaw. I can practically smell the sunblock and taste the pasta from here." You bit your lip and considered him, and it felt to Bradley like you could see every flaw and indiscretion inside of him. "Where did you go to school anyway? Yale? Brown? No wait... you look like a Princeton boy to me."

He shook his head as he pointed to his college diploma on the wall. "I went to a state school." 

You gasped, and your eyes went wide as you muttered, "Jesus," while you read it. "Political science? At the University of Virginia? Oh... you should be lying to people. I mean, at least say you went to Dartmouth."

Bradley tried and failed to hold in his laughter, because you truly looked scandalized by this turn of events. "Aww, come on, Ivy League. It's not so bad."

You sputtered with laughter, too. "Did you just call me Ivy League?"

"I sure did," he told you, still laughing. "It's about ten times nicer than what I was going to say."

Your soft gasp as your eyes positively lit up made Bradley's heart beat a little faster. "Well, what were you going to say?" you asked before biting your lip. 

Shit. You were trouble, and you knew it. "Never mind. My lips are sealed. Can't say that to Ted's daughter."

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "You're no fun right now, but I'm sure as soon as I get you loosened up in some Armani swim trunks on the yacht, you'll be an absolute pleasure for me to deal with."

The way Bradley's cock was twitching should have been warning enough. He was about to get in over his head. But all he could say was, "Does that mean you want the internship?"

Your smile tilted up a little higher on the one side. "Oh, absolutely." Then you stood before him looking like the cat who got the cream, and Bradley had to hope for the best as he stood as well. He could mark this as the first time he'd ever become slightly aroused during an interview, a sign that he desperately needed to get laid. 

He shook your hand and said, "We leave in a few days. Judy will help you get your visas in order. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect, Mr. Bradshaw." 

The way you here still holding his hand and calling him Mr. Bradshaw left his voice barely louder than a rasp. "Judy and I will be in touch."

You turned and shot him a smile over your shoulder as you headed for his office door, and Bradley dropped back down in his chair. He'd call Callie about getting together to hook up before he left for Europe, but he had another more important call to make first. He cleared his throat as he opened his contacts and then put his phone on speaker. He was greeted with a familiar voice filled with laughter.

"Rooster! When are you going to get that yacht warmed up for me?"

Bradley just shook his head and said, "Hangman. You're not going to believe who my summer intern is."

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You were floating on a raft in the pool wearing your second favorite bathing suit when you were greeted by the sound of your father's voice. "I sincerely hope you know what you're doing by wasting your time right now."

"Daddy," you greeted with a smile. "My day was a complete and utter success."

He checked his watch as he said, "Please, elaborate."

You had the trump card, but you knew all too well what it would be like if you didn't. Instead of lecturing you like you could tell he wanted to, he smiled when you said, "I have a job."

"Where?" 

"Avio."

He nodded in appreciation as he said, "I am actually impressed right now. You managed to secure an internship at the company I've spent decades with, and you did so without me knowing anything about it. Which department?"

"Research and development," you replied smoothly.

His eyes went wider. "With Bradley Bradshaw?"

Your tummy swooped, and you sucked in a breath at the mere mention of his name. Spending weeks working with him and entertaining guests with him was going to be... well, something. "Yes. With Bradley Bradshaw."

"Sweetheart," your father said. "He had a career in the Navy."

"Yes. He was an aviator," you recalled from his Avio bio.

"That means he's not going to put up with any nonsense. You don't make him repeat himself, and you don't give him attitude. I'll know immediately if he's displeased with you, I'm sure."

Bradley didn't seem stuffy. He'd already encouraged you to pack your bathing suits. Hell, you were determined to get him to join you in some fun. "Well maybe not immediately as he and I will be on the Avio yacht in the Mediterranean."

Your father stared at you, speechless. Finally he said, "I really don't know how you managed to get exactly what you wanted, but I applaud you, Sweetheart. Well done. I know it sounds fun, but you'll be kept very busy. I hope you know what you're in for."

When he finally wandered back inside after you promised to join him for dinner, you soaked up the last few rays of the dying sunlight. Then you made a mental list of everything you needed to spend the next few days packing as you brushed up on your French and Italian.  "J'adore mon travail. Amo il mio lavoro. I love my job."

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Bradley was still chuckling as he got off the phone with Ted a few days later. Your father tried to warn him that you could be a bit of a handful. Like Bradley wasn't fully aware of that fact. As if he hadn't known since December. He could practically hear your disdain for his alma mater and your delight in international travel from his condo.

He was stacking his suits up in his extra bedroom along with several pairs of shoes, and he shook his head as he looked down at his swim trunks in his hands. They actually were all Armani, and you'd have a field day when you realized it. Or perhaps skinny dipping would become a thing?

Fuck. He needed to stop thinking about you like that. Callie Bassett was on her way over, so that should help alleviate some of this tension. He'd been friends with Halo for over a decade, and she had slowly and naturally turned into a friend with benefits over time. She was still in the Navy, and she was discreet. It was easier than having a girlfriend. It was all he had time for. 

As he organized his suits, he remembered you told him he looked like a Princeton boy. He could just picture you with a parade of preppy assholes following you around, and he wondered if you ever slummed it with anyone like him before. It made him want to pack some of his casual clothes including his Virgina baseball cap and his worn out golf shorts. So he did. 

Then his doorbell buzzed, and he went to let Callie in. He needed this taken care of right now. She smelled good, and she looked cute. She always did. And she wore something a little skimpy just for him. The kiss on his cheek in greeting quickly turned to her lips brushing his as she said, "I haven't seen you in weeks."

"Been busy," he replied, taking her by the hand and heading for his bedroom. "And I'm leaving for Portugal on Saturday."

"How long?" she asked, pouting a little bit as Bradley reached for the hem of her dress and eased it up and over her head in one fluid motion. 

"Couple months," he whispered, taking in her soft, naked body with his gaze. 

"Months?" she whined as he wrapped his hands around her waist and smirked at her. 

"Don't even act like we are anything close to exclusive, Cal. Now... how do you want it?"

She licked her lips and looked up at him with those familiar dark eyes just as his phone rang in his pocket. He didn't hesitate or check the number; he never did. "Bradshaw."

"Hey, State School. I have a few questions for you."

Bradley froze with your voice in his ear and Callie's fingers on his zipper. He grunted softly as she eased it down and touched him. He just knew if he closed his eyes and listened to your voice, he'd probably finish in her hand within two minutes. 

"Ivy League," he rasped, taking a step back away from Halo who was now standing before him completely naked and rolling her eyes.

"Are you busy?" you asked, and Bradley looked Halo in the eyes without remorse as he answered you.

"No. I'm not busy. I can talk." He held up one finger and zipped himself up as he left his bedroom in favor of his office. "As long as you tell me how you got this number."

You laughed as he sank down into his desk chair. "You think it's exclusive or something? Judy gave it to me. And it's probably listed on the company website."

Brat. He narrowed his eyes, adding a note to his mental list to make sure it was not listed on the company website. "What can I help you with?"

"Well, I'm packing and hoping for a little input from you."

"On Thursday night at nine?" he asked. "And don't you have a butler to help you with that?"

"Like you have anything else going on?"

Bradley thought about Callie waiting in his bedroom, but instead of ushering this call along, he asked, "What did you pack so far?"

You sighed. "Sixteen bathing suits, piles of lingerie, and sunglasses. And I'm only kind of kidding."

Fighting the urge to ask for more details, he said, "Unfortunately I can't let you wear any of that in front of potential clients. So throw in some suits and dresses."

"Some suits and dresses? You'll need to be a little bit more specific, Sir." 

Sir.

That one word was echoing through his mind along with your bratty tone, and he had to take a deep breath. "Why don't you bring the suit you wore when I interviewed you? That looked good. And so did the dress you wore to your father's holiday party. The dark green one."

There was a pause before you said, "You remember what I wore to the party?"

"Yeah," he grunted, rubbing his hand over his face in frustration. "It looked nice. Pack some cocktail dresses, too."

"How many should I pack?"

"How many do you have?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

Bradley laughed. "I'm sure you know better than I do what you should wear."

You scoffed. "You're acting like you've never spent a summer on the Avio yacht before."

"I haven't," he replied easily. "Just a few days here and there. I'm sure I'll be learning things from you."

"Then you'll be learning from the best."

He bit back a groan as he said, "That's what I'm counting on. That's why I hired you."

"I won't let you down," you promised, and Bradley believed you. "I'll see you at the airport on Saturday morning. Don't forget your swim trunks."

You ended the call before he could say another word, and now he was convinced you had called him simply because you could. If he was frustrated before, it was nothing compared to the way he felt now. Spending weeks on end with Ted's daughter was supposed to help him get to the bottom of the messy business with Avio, not cause other issues to arise. 

He unzipped his pants, intent on touching himself,  before jolting to his feet. "Shit," he muttered as he left his office and went back to his bedroom. "Cal?" he called out. "Sorry. It was a work call." But he was completely alone. He laughed as his phone vibrated in his hand with a text from her.

Have a great time in Europe. Don't bother calling me when you get back.

Bradley was sure he'd hear about this from his old friend Natasha when Callie bitched about him at work. But it didn't really matter. After she had a few weeks to cool off, she'd come back when he needed her again. For now, he'd take matters into his own hands and hope that would be enough.

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Your father insisted upon seeing you off on Saturday morning which gave Bradley a few minutes alone with him. He was listening to Ted as he watched you struggle with your seven pieces of Dior luggage on the tarmac next to the chartered airplane. 

"Bradley, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into," your father told him with a laugh. "She's tenacious though. And whip smart. Make sure you challenge her, because she will certainly challenge you."

Now Bradley laughed as he shook Ted's hand. "I'll do my best."

"If she gets to be too much, just leave her in one of the marinas with her passport."

He would never do that to you. He doubted it would ever come to that. In fact, he was already impressed by the way you took care of things for yourself. Sure, you looked like you belonged in an ad for designer gym clothes with your leggings and soft hoodie zipped over your sports bra. But you were also taking your luggage from the back of the black Mercedes-Benz G-Class yourself.

"I can assure you that she and I will be just fine, Sir."

"What have I told you about calling me Ted?" Bradley received a friendly cuff on the shoulder before shaking his hand and turning toward you. 

He picked up the last two pieces of your luggage at the same time and carried them to the cargo hold while you trailed after him. "I don't need help," you told him as he stowed them away. Then you added, "You look weird out of your Armani."

"I look weird?" he asked with a laugh as he glanced down at his chinos and Oxford shirt.

"A good kind of weird. Like when you wore that Fair Isle sweater last year."

Bradley examined your pretty face, and you didn't look away. He remembered the dress you wore to Ted's holiday party, and you remembered his sweater. Right now he was wishing he'd joined you for that bottle of French wine that night, something he'd remedy on the yacht. A flood of bad decisions just waiting to happen filled his mind as he said, "Go say goodbye to your father. It's almost time to go."

"Yes, Sir," you told him with your chin held high and a smirk gracing your lips. Bradley stood at the bottom of the stairs while you flung your arms around Ted and kissed him on the cheek. Then you came strolling his way once again, and he followed you closely up the stairs as you turned back and softly said, "I'm all yours."

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Ivy League spells trouble for Bradley, but at least he knows it. And he didn't get an ounce of relief before getting on that plane. What could possibly go wrong? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 3

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[respectthepetty]

Sorry long but I’m mad

You’re the only one who seems to see it the way I do em was wrong and you know he was wrong by the way two of his friends told him he was wrong, I hated how he was ignoring name but then finally when he text him it’s let’s wait till the semester ends and right before I can even say anything it’s “I don’t wanna fight” like??? U have been ignoring him, standing him up but think he shouldn’t be mad? Then to go to his mom instead of him to let him know he won’t be on for a whole month! like what he broke something that meant everything to him he promised but failed on that promise so fast and names mom doesn’t help because her saying the stuff she said makes it seem like it’s names fault em wasn’t talking to him much because he is mute?? What kind of mother does that? She literally was saying em has a normal friend group now, he’s doing normal things like?? So instead of helping your kid and figure out what’s going on u sit here and degrade him, say it’s his fault that his best friend isn’t talking to him because to both her and em(as she made it seem) name isn’t normal??? she doesn’t understand how low she made name feel and em as well both of them caused him pain and I just wish name wouldn’t answer em back so easily next episode I hope he doesn’t rush to answer him because em for sure wasn’t rushing to keep that promise and his mother should be ashamed of herself for saying he didn’t break a promise he just got a life they see both on my bad side

We are not alone in our feelings about Em being the WORST in Remember Me this week. There is a choir of us waiting to see the miracle that Em better produce next week after his poo poo platter of communication this week.

Enemy #1

I'm focused on Em because Em knows how he feels about Name. He knows! He has always treated Name as his special person. His friends know as well which is why they have all told him what he is doing is unfair and wrong.

I haven't focused on Name's mom because, as much as she acted horribly this episode, I'm forgiving her because we see more of her internal struggle. She is a single mother. She became pregnant with Name in high school. The same age Name is right now, she was pregnant with him at that age. Something traumatic happened that made Name stop speaking and for her to pack up her life and move him when she was still young herself.

Similarities

In one of my newest favorite shows, Ghost Host, Ghost House, there is a similar situation. Pluem's father has recently passed away, and he is left having to take care of his sister, Prim, who is no longer speaking due to the trauma. Pluem, like Name's mother, has learned a signed language to communicate, and Prim also writes on post-its like Name.

In one scene, Pluem has had a difficult day where his world is falling apart, and Prim tries to comfort him by asking him questions through post-its. However, Pluem lashes out.

He is frustrated because the one person who could share this grief with him and understand his pain won't speak to him. She communicates, but he wants to hear her voice, to hear her pain the way she hears his. Prim has experienced something so traumatic that she can't speak, but Pluem has gone through something as well and sees her not speaking as a CHOICE to shut him out. Selective mutism is not a choice, but in this moment of raw emotions, Pluem is hurting. Pluem's pain doesn't invalidate Prim's pain or vice versa, but we have to acknowledge the pain of both.

A parent's love

Name's mom loves him. If there is one thing therapy and Name's mom speaking to her mother on the phone have taught me, is that parents love you even when they hurt you. Parents want to protect children so they place boundaries. Parents want children to have a good life so they place expectations. Parents don't want to see their children upset, so they toughen them up.

Name's mom is trying to help. It's clear Em is distancing himself from Name, and Name is hurting because of it. Name's mom encourages Name to go out and make new friends and new experiences instead of waiting by the computer. She has told him this several times, but she is human, and seeing him this upset again makes her upset. So she lashes out.

They have both gone through something traumatic, but the one person who shared this experience with her doesn't speak to her. Why can't he just be normal? To her, in this moment, Name is choosing to be in pain by not talking. It's not true, but she is hurting not just for herself, but for her child.

This is a common phrase parents of queer kids say. They might believe that being queer is a choice*, so why would their kids want to make a choice that would make society see them as less than or treat them badly? Why can't their kids be normal, so they can have an easier life? *Being queer isn't a choice because if it was, I'd choose to be even queerer!*

Em's mom pointed out that parents never understand their parents until they become parents themselves. When Name's mom speaks to her mom, she asks if her mom was angry at her when she got pregnant. Her mother tells her she wasn't angry but worried. She was worried others would look down on her. This is exactly what Name's mom is doing to her son.

Sometimes, parents really are shitty humans who place their traumas on their kids. But sometimes, parents are so worried about their kids that they overcorrect. They want their kids to have the best and happiest life, so they think the easiest way to do that is to make them as normal as possible so society doesn't treat or see them as less or bullies them.

I have faith that Name's mom is going to see the error of her ways and realize that there is no normal. She will see that Name is a great kid just the way he is, and if she really wants him to have a good life, she needs to support him in whatever that life looks like.

I have faith she will grow from this.

Now for Em?

It's ON SIGHT for him, and I hope his mother drags his behind!

[polyghostfacehours]

If the boys have a partner who butts heads with Billy it ends with a lot off sexual standoffs. Like one day Billy comes home while one of these fights is going on and their partner is on Stu's lap kissing and biting at his neck and jaw while grinding down on his lap. Billy would immediately run over and yank their partner up much to Stu's dissatisfaction. So this prompts their partner to pull Billy away when he and Stu start to get a little handsy. The sexual tension is enough to make Stu softly whine to himself and bang his head off the walls and doors because neither one of his partners will touch him or each other and both are too stubborn to apologize and end the standoff. So one day he snaps and locks them both in a room and tells them they can't come out until they end the stupid standoff and then they can find him downstairs on the couch and suck him off as forgiveness. The last part was mostly a joke but he shudders at even the thought of it. Poor guy. After some arguing back and forth Stu is intrigued when the room goes silent. He sneaks up to the door to hear quiet moaning and busts through already taking his pants off yelling "Wait for me!" Billy snickers and tells him maybe next time cause this is personal. Just the sight of Billy on top of their partner, writhing together, and still pulling at each other's clothes makes Stu lose it. He yells something about this being more personal for him because he's so sexually frustrated he thinks his dick is gonn fall off. He never had any time to take care of it himself cause there was always one of them practically on top of him to piss the other one off.

I'm not exactly in a sober state of mind so this writing is terrible but thought I'd share a real life situation I've experienced with my two boys before. One is definitely hard headed like Billy and the other is goofy and gullible like Stu so this was fun to get out. Also hello to the other lucky poly anons who have found their off brand duo. Also this real life standoff lasted us almost a week and my poor goofball boy almost cried when we finally ended it and brought him into the bed with us for sexy time.

Aaaaaaahhhhhh YOOOOOOOOO THIS WAS SO HOT. BUTTING HEADS WITH BILLY??? SUCKING STU OFF FOR FORGIVENESS??? HNNNNNGH (Everyone got their off brand duo but me ;^;)

This is the second time someone sent me something like this and I LOVE IT. Please by all means keep sending these in, it's f e e d i n g my poly!ghostface needs. Whether it's a real scenario or a product of a sexy imagination I love these submissions.

Keep em coming!