#also i get sooo concerned when a returning reader just disappears

[noorahqar]

A, N and V for the ask game!

A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

Oooh. Hard question, because I absolutely love almost all of my fics. But I THINK I can narrow it down. To three. (I'm indecisive LOL)

this year it taught me (lost and ambitious) was my first longfic ever (even if it's more of a collection of short stories) and is my pride and joy. The title may suck - I have no clue why it's so long - and there's plenty of flaws, but I'm very proud of this guy. Every so often I reread it and it's always a blast - past me covered a lot of different topics, a lot of relationships, and I think it had some pretty good characterization!

Educational Quandaries and Academic Arson are the silliest things I've written but also by far my favorite of my oneshots. Writing Sky as a miserable college student and hero is my favorite thing ever. It's also quite representative of myself right now - I have exams in a few weeks I should be studying for, and yet… 

N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?

A solid handful. These are all WIPs, actually, not ideas, but I hope you'll forgive me for considering them interchangeable!

In the TP manga, Twilight's backstory includes him accidentally vaporizing the city he lived in before Ordon. I think they turn out to be alive and well, but fanfiction where him and Legend bond over seemingly destroying entire civilizations they loved. 

HTTYD AU! Kind of. Everything's the same, and Sky essentially has a role similar to that of Hiccup in HTTYD 2 - he's an adventurer, mapping out the region around what will eventually become Hyrule. He also has Hiccup's cool-ass flying suit. I want to give Sky a cool wingsuit. That's it. (This is barely an AU, lol. I'm not an AU person for the most part. Excluding modern AUs.)

Speaking of - fanfiction where Warriors and Legend are in a car, and that car gets hit by lightning. Inspired by the same thing happening to my aunt. It didn't really do much except be frightening, surprisingly? Legend is appropriately frightened.

That's everything notable. The rest are all completed short stories and vague ideas that are more emotions than anything, lol. 

V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you?

As I think everyone who's responded to this comment has said, I love literally each and every comment I receive! There's definitely often some that stand out, though. Some people inform you that you've hit the mark you were aiming for with your writing, others tell you about how your writing affected them personally. The latter always makes me emotional, lol. It's also fun seeing a person comment multiple times in a row on different fics - it's like, HI!! I SEE YOU BINGING MY WORK!!! I APPRECIATE YOU!!!!

Getting comments from writers you admire is great, too. As someone who used to have a huge following on my previous Ao3 account, logically I know they're just some random people who like their blorbos. But I always end up incredibly excited anyways, haha. 

There's also no greater joy than a returning commenter. Often, I've found myself in like… a symbiotic relationship of commenting long paragraphs? It's amazing. I made one of my closest online friends this way, over a discussion about tea in my comments!!

Lord OKAY. I went too hard with these responses, I think, but I have a lot of thoughts. Thank you for asking, Rose!! :D

[weenwrites]

Hiii! Sooo :) I keep imagining the tfp team prime having a peaceful day for once and suddenly their surroundings/reality starts to crack like a shattered mirror before an opening breaks through and a teen reader is thrown out of it. Apparently reader is a universes traveller who has no control over the portals they suddenly open when they're scared and get pulled into, they have been lost for a long time trying to get back to their own universe with little success. With smokescreen, wheeljack, optimus, ultra magnus and ratchet. Thank you!!

You're a universe-traveler? Smokescreen's going to ask you all about it, from all the different universes you've seen to all the adventures you've had. Oh and then he also asks you about your powers. How did you get them? Was it through some sort accident? Or were you born with them? And then he hears that you've been trying to return to your universe for a long time. He understands the feeling of wanting to go back home, so he can comfort you there if you ever feel homesick. If the two of you happen to become good friends, he will begin to think more about the portals you open. You say that you don't have any control over them, so at any time you could just disappear one day and never come back. He does hate that he'd have to say goodbye to you, but he does hope that if you do disappear, you'll return home. And who knows, maybe you'll get better control over your powers and you'll one day come back to say hi.

Wheeljack could relate over being a traveler. He never really stays in one place for too long (up until finally joining Team Prime, that is.) He's been places far and wide all across the galaxy, and he doesn't really feel any homesickness. But he does miss his friends, like Bulkhead for example. So perhaps the two of you could share stories about your travels, and relate over missing friends and such.

Optimus would want to keep you safe from the Decepticons, because your powers would definitely pique their interest. If you ever suffer from homesickness, he'd be there to console you because he can understand and relate to that feeling. He longs for Cybertron and the way it was before the war. The more he learns about you, the more concerned he is. He’s worried about how long you’ve been trying to return home for. If you have any friends or family back in your universe he worries about how long they might’ve been worrying sick over you. If you ever need someone to talk to, he’ll be here for you. He hopes that you'll be able to return to your home some day.

If you had actual control over your abilities and used them for mischief, you'd definitely give Ultra Magnus a migrane. Apart from that, Magnus works to ensure that you're safe from the decepticons. He doesn't ask anything about your abilities because it's none of his business. Granted, he is curious about how you came into possession of such powers, but he wouldn't ask. If you ever felt homesick, he isn't the best at comforting people, but he can say that he can relate because he, too, misses his home planet.

Ratchet's rather fascinated by your powers. If the two of you happen to become friends, he'd offer to help you better understand them when he gets the free time to do so. Heck, maybe with enough time and after several hundred tests, he'll finally help you learn more about your abilities and how to control them. Maybe then you could finally return home.

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Request: Yes or No

Ppl seemed to like the Imagine and nobody really said anything about it being a fic but I like that (Y/N) sooo. For anyone confused about the root things, (Y/N) has root bracelets on each wrist that he can control. He can't make roots come out of his hands or anything. (Y/N) isn't gender neutral ik I use second person for a gender neutral reader but I'm starting to rlly like second person view lmao. If people like this enough, I might keep this fic going to Civil War, Infinity War, and Endgame.

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You placed your hands on the sides of the pot, watching the dead flower slowly regain its color. You could hear the faint sound of chatting and music from the party Tony was holding. Parties were never your thing. Parties meant crowds of nosy people with nothing else better to do. You heard your bedroom door open, turning around and looking at Clint.

"Hey, why don't you come downstairs? The party's ending." Clint offered a small smile, holding his side. You looked back at the flower, standing and gently placing it back with the other flowers on your desk. You approached Clint, feeling him gently wrap an arm around your shoulder.

"How's Laura?" You asked softly. Clint grinned, licking his lips as he glanced at you. You liked Clint. He was like the father or older brother you never had.

"She misses you. She mentioned wanting you to move in once training was complete." Clint revealed, looking at you. You blinked, brows raising as you stared at his face, wondering if he was joking.

"Think it over." Clint gave your shoulder a small squeeze as you joined the others, nodding to Maria. She gave a nod in return, a small tight smile on her face. You didn't blame them for not trusting you. You had attempted to kill them a few times out of fear. You took a seat on the couch, watching the Avengers laugh and chat. You stayed silent, fingers gently tracing the root bracelets.

"You thought of those yourself?" Maria asked softly, tilting her head. You looked at her, nodding.

"Having them on me makes me feel safer." You replied quietly, looking back at the roots. You continued to trace them, watching them shift slightly at your touch. Dr. Cho leaned over, humming in fascination.

"It's incredible how responsive they are to you." She whispered softly, meeting your gaze briefly for permission. You nodded, watching her reach out and touch them.

"How much can you feel? Or is it just a control thing?" She asked.

"Uhm, I know when they're dying or are in need of something but they don't feel pain so.. Hurting them doesn't hurt me." You explained. Dr. Cho nodded in understanding, leaning back.

"I'd love to ask you more questions later, if you don't mind." She gave a kind smile. You looked up upon hearing grunts, watching Clint attempt to pick up Mjollnir while Thor watched on in amusement. He gave up, chuckling. Tony went next, the smug look on his face disappearing when he couldn't lift it. You chuckled softly, watching James try to help Tony but the hammer didn't even budge.

"(Y/N), why don't you give it a try?" Clint asked after Bruce went. You licked your lips, glancing at the Avengers when their gazes went to you.

"Uhm-"

"Go on, give it a try." Thor encouraged with a a big smile. You stood up, walking up to the table where the hammer sat. You grabbed the handle, roots slithering down your hands and wrapping around the hammer. You pulled, suprised to find it was definitely harder than it looked.

"Don't pull a muscle, kid." Clint called, chuckling as you huffed, letting go of it and retracting the roots. You took a seat beside Clint, gently leaning against him as Steve went next. He went at it but wasn't able to lift it.

"It's rigged." Tony called with a shrug as Clint stood, a chuckle leaving him.

"You bet your ass."

"Steve, he said a bad language word." Maria pointed out in playful seriousness. You chuckled softly. Clint had told you all about Steve and the bad language joke. You stood up, about to call it a day before a ringing noise stopped you in your tracks. You looked up, noticing a half built robot limping into the room, mumbling stuff.

"Clint?" You called out, frowning. Clint looked at you before turning around, standing up as everyone's attention shifted to the robot. Clint slowly backed up until you were within arms reach. He knew you could protect yourself but he cared about you too much to let you get hurt.

"How could you be worthy? You're all killers." The robot said, motioning at them with its broken arm.

"Stark?" Steve's gaze stayed locked on the robot. The robot continued to speak, stumbling about. He replayed a clip of Stark saying something. Maria took out her gun, slowly standing up. Clint immediately grabbed you when the robots bursted into the room, pulling you along and hiding.

"Stay here." Clint whispered, standing up. You frowned, watching him go. Your looked over the room, noticing Dr. Cho attempting to hide behind the piano. You stood, quickly going over to her as a robot rose up. You raised your hand, making a root shoot out at it and wrap around its neck, throwing the robot to the side and watching it break.

"Thank you." Dr. Cho whispered as things began to calm down. You helped her stand, making eye contact with Clint as Thor threw his hammer at 'Ultron', breaking him into pieces.

"(Y/N), go to your room." Clint breathed out.

"No, he deserves to know what happened here." Steve said, giving you a nod.

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You licked your lips, glancing at Clint when he silently drew an arrow. You unclenched your fists, watching the root bracelets around your wrists grow and wrap around your fingers. You were surprised you had even been asked to tag along considering you were still new and young. You watched the Maximoff twins, stare at Tony with pure hatred. Not long ago, you were also an enemy of the Avengers. Clint had taken you under his wing, practically adopting you after everything. You assumed you were only allowed to tag along because of your powers. You had gained better control of them over time.

"Stay alert and stay close." Clint told you, shooting the arrow once the fight began. You watched the robots, nodding. You leaned forward, slightly over the railing, fingers moving. The roots wrapped around them shot out, wrapping around one of the robots that had lunged for Steve. You moved your arms back and apart, watching the robot be ripped apart. Steve looked up towards you, giving a greatful nod. Clint grinned, drawing another arrow. You noticed a flash of blue and white running below, keeping an eye on it. Another root shot out, successfully making the male Maximoff trip and stumble. You retracted the root, shifting your attention onto the men with guns.

"What a shitshow." You muttered, sighing softly. Clint glanced at you in amusement.

"Language." He called playfully, chuckling when he heard Steve groan. You let a small smile slip, roots wrapping around the necks of two of the gunmen. You slowly clenched your fists, making the roots strangle them. You heard Thor mention something about the Maximoff girl trying to mind control him.

"Drop 'em." Clint said, giving you a pointed look. "Only make them pass out, don't kill them."

"Fine." You huffed, dropping the men with a small scowl. Clint shot an arrow that knocked out a whole floor, giving a satisfied hum. You heard soft footsteps, spinning around and grabbing the girl Maximoff by the throat, grip tightening with each passing second. Her eyes were wide, caught off guard. Fear flashed in them briefly. Clint quickly planted an electrical arrow on her forehead. You removed your hands, glancing at Clint.

"You seriously need some freshing up on those people skills." Clint said, shaking his head. You scoffed, head tilting slightly.

"She's the enemy!"

"No killing-" You were suddenly shoved forward, bumping into Clint and crashing into what seemed like a control room. You grunted as pain struck up your back, turning your head and watching Pietro pick up his sister bridal style. You shot out your hand but he dodged the roots, using his superspeed to run off.

"Yeah, you better run." You heard Clint breath out. You turned towards him, roots retracting completely.

"Are you okay?" You asked softly, feeling glass digging into your hands as you slowly stood up, grunting softly. There was definitely gonna be a big bruise on your back when you checked later. You helped Clint stand, watching him attempt to contact the others. You leaned over the railing, seeing Steve laying on some stairs. You raised your hand, having the roots grab onto something sturdy before jumping over the railing and heading down to the floor he was at. You approached him, crouching down, cupping his face and seeing his red eyes and dazed look.

"The girl got to Steve." You said, sighing softly.

"Natasha as well." Clint replied. "Seems like the whole team is out of commission."

"Wonder what they're seeing." You muttered, standing and having the roots gently wrap around Steve's arms and waist. They were thin so dragging him along was the only choice.

"Having fun on your first mission yet?"

"Oh, fuck off, Clint." You called with a huff, trying to drag America's sweetheart across a ship, avoiding bodies and trying to keep his head from bumping into stuff.

"Sorry, buddy." You winced, watching Steve's head bump against some steps. Once outside, you were able to drag him along with more ease, getting him inside the step as Clint went to get Thor. Natasha had slowly come out of her daze, groaning softly and holding her head. You looked at him, gently slapping him. Steve gasped, panting softly as his blue eyes met your (E/C) ones.

"Welcome back." You muttered, standing up.

"What happened?" Natasha asked, looking at you with furrowed brows. She looked around the ship, standing.

"Where's Banner?" She asked with a frown. You rubbed the back of your neck, stepping aside so Steve could get up.

"He.. He and Stark are in the city. He hulked out." You told her, concern appearing on her features. Natasha cursed under her breath, though her mind seemed to be somewhere else. You turned towards the entrance, seeing Tony with Bruce. Clint returned with Thor, silence filling the air as Clint got the aircraft in the air. Clint motioned for you to get closer, a smile appearing on his face.

"You did amazing today." The praise made you smile, nodding as you glanced down at the ground. It had been your first real fight.

"Does that mean-"

"Not yet, we still need to work on some things. Soon enough, you'll be officially part of the team." Clint assured. You nodded, taking a seat nearby and sighing. Clint steered the ship to his home, landing it. The Avengers seemed confused at the unknown location but you happily got out of the aircraft. Clint chuckled, watching you head up to the house and enter.

"Honey? We've got company!" Clint called. Laura appeared from one of the rooms, smile widening.

"Hey, sweetie." Laura cooed, arms extending and wrapping around you. Both of you chuckled when the baby kicked.

"Someone's happy to see you too." Laura smiled, placing a hand on her belly before greeting Clint with a kiss.

"Gentlemen, this is Laura." Clint introduced her to the team. You enjoyed Laura's company. Her warmness was welcoming and she had been more than happy to take you in. Footsteps echoed lightly, preparing Clint to greet his kids. You smiled, watching them greet him. Natasha had been the only other one who knew about Clint's family. Lila gasped softly upon seeing you, quickly running towards you. You bent down, picking her up and chuckling.

"Miss me?" You asked, giving her a gentle hug. Laura looked over, smiling softly.

"Of course she missed they missed their cool big brother." Laura said, giggling softly when Lila noticed Natasha and happily went over to hug her. Cooper took Lila's spot, giving you a big grin. Thor suddenly left the house, Steve following.

"What have you been up to?" You asked, watching Coppers eyes light up. He grabbed your hand, pulling you along to his room. Laura and Clint hadn't officially adopted you but they were more than happy to do it. Once you were done with training, they were gonna get the papers and make you a Barton.

[bts-hyperfixation]

With all my heart 18+

Jungkook x reader f2l

Smut, little angst, little fluff

Description: your best friend is back off tour and is desperate to prove to you that you don't need to look after him anymore

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Your best friend really was good at everything he ever tried, but that never stopped you from babying him. In reality you were only three months older than Jeon Jungkook; the small age gap had never suppressed your need to protect him from the stupid shit he was known to get himself into. Once in high school you had taken a sick day and, in that time, he had: taken a dare to hit on the head cheerleader, gotten slapped by said cheerleader, gotten into a fight with her boyfriend, and been momentarily hospitalised with a broken arm. The other guy looked worse but still... It didn’t leave you with much confidence in his ability to be left alone.

Jungkook was ridiculously frustrated by this fact. He loved you so much but every time he got a chance to see you too much time was spent fussing over him like he was still the same dumb kid. Sure, there had been a school year in between you, which originally did make it feel like the age gap was there, but now you were both 23. You had a degree, he was an international superstar, it was time you let it go, just a little.

Whenever he was home from tour the first thing out of your mouth would be questions of concern

“Have you been eating? Are you getting enough sleep? Is everything still okay with the boys? Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid?” you barely gave him time to nod in between questions, let alone give yourself time to breathe. When you finally did have to take a breath he took his chance to interject.

“Noona” he calls affectionately, but the name makes you cringe a little, a fact he knows “I’m fine, please stop worrying” he pulls you into a bear hug.

“I will never stop worrying about you Kookie” you admit into his chest. The two of you move to the sofa still attached. He very rarely let you go when your time was so short. Not that you minded. You’d had a crush on your friend since you hit puberty. It’s part of the reason you were always so concerned with his wellbeing, finding out he was in hospital was one of the worst feelings you’d ever experienced. You adjust yourself so you are comfortably lying in his lap. He picks up the remote and started flicking through horror movies on Netflix. You scrunched your nose up.

“Horror Kook? You hate horror movies” he looks down into your eyes and absentmindedly brushes some hair out of the way.

“I hated horror movies” he countered “I’ve done a lot of growing up on this tour” he sticks his tongue out at you and returns to his search. Settling on the most recent release, he relaxes back on to the cushions and starts playing with your hair.

You get halfway through the movie before it gets too much for you. It’s not that the plot that disturbing, there isn’t really a plot. No, the problem is the gore. Sooo much blood, way too many severed limbs. The final straw is bugs crawling out of eye sockets. You always draw the line at bugs. You turn your attention to Jungkook. He seems far more interested in the movie than you were. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Eventually he feels you staring.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” his eyes flick to you before focusing back on the screen.

“No, I just missed you.” He turns his attention back to you and pulls you up into his arms with very little effort. You always forget how strong he'd gotten. You cuddle into him more before continuing. “I’m also fascinated by the fact you are enjoying this film, its disgusting, definitely not something you should be watching.” He lets out a defeated sigh and pauses the film.

“What can I do y/n? What can I do to prove to you that I’m all grown up now? I don’t need protecting anymore.” You move off of his lap and look him in the eyes.

“I'm sorry Kook, I've just been doing it for so long I find it hard to stop” you confess

“It makes me feel like you will only ever see me as that volatile little boy from school and I’m not sure that’s enough for me anymore” his eyes are searching yours trying to figure out how you are reacting to what he is saying, but your brain hasn’t quite caught up with what he means.

“I don’t know what you mean, what’s not enough for you anymore?” his jaw sets into a hard line as he clearly struggled with what to do next.

“I need to show you somehow that I can look after myself, and you”

“Me? Why would you have to look after me?” He doesn’t respond, instead he pushes you back onto the sofa and crawls on top of you. Eyeing you warily before charging forward. He moves his mouth down to meet yours in a kiss full of pent up emotion. Your eyes go wide at the sudden intrusion before allowing yourself to melt into the moment. Finally able to do what you'd been dreaming about for years. Jungkook pulled up for air, crawling back off you and dragging you with him. The two of you sit there stunned for a moment, unsure of where to go from here.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't've done that... I just” he struggles with what he wants to say to you “I just needed to show you that I could be enough for you. Maybe I should just go, that was a mistake. Our friendship is great as it is” He gets up and quickly heads for the door.

“Where are you going?” you yell after his retreating form “You just disappear for months, spring this on me, then leave.” Tears threatening to fall, all of your suppressed emotions being forced somewhere. “I have wanted you to do that for years, and now you just decide it's a bad idea” he turns to look at you, immediately rushing back when he sees the tear roll down your cheek.

“I don’t know y/n, it doesn’t seem like a good idea. I’m away a lot, you already spend way too much time worrying about me. It seems safer for us to stay as friends.” He spouts off reasons that he had been telling himself for the past few years.

“None of that would change, you’re right. Except maybe I would worry a little less” you take a deep breath readying yourself to risk it all “Maybe I’d worry less about you turning up on my doorstep with some girl you’ve met on tour. I’d worry less about the feeling of being destroyed when you introduce her as the love of your life. I’d worry less if I knew you loved me the way I love you.” The pause after this seems to last a lifetime. Maybe you’ve gone too far? Maybe it didn't mean the same to him? It could’ve just been a sick way of showing you he is all grown up now.

“You love me?” he whispers so quietly you nearly miss it. Your eyes are on the ground as you nod. Suddenly his hands are in either side of your face and he is pulling you into a kiss, this one is softer, more care behind it, as if he is testing how far he can go. You move your hands around his neck deepening the kiss as his flit down to your hips grinding into you. The simple kiss quickly becomes the most heated and passionate of your life. He is straddling you on the sofa when his fingers come to the hem of your shirt. He looks at you for approval before pulling the fabric over your head and attaching his mouth to your collarbone leaving small pink marks as he moves his way to your chest. His hands work skilfully round your back to unclasp your bra as you slip out of the straps and drop it onto the floor. He slides off of your lap, kneeling in front of you and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your sweats. You really hadn’t thought this was where your night was going to go when you put on your ugliest but comfiest underwear this morning. A deep blush covers your cheeks.

“I swear I have nicer pants than this” you’ve covered your face with your arm to hide how pink you’d gotten, but he pulls them away.

“Since when are you ever embarrassed about anything in front of me?” he asks.

“I don’t know, maybe since I’ve been almost fully naked in front of you, while you somehow get to be fully clothed” he takes the hint an removes his shirt, throwing it in your face before continuing his previous path. You lift your hips so he can drag your underwear down your thighs. His tongue makes its way up the inside of your leg, biting down occasionally and making you squirm a little. He stops just shy of your core.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks not wanting to go somewhere you wouldn't be able to come back from.

“I’ve been so sure of this for a long time” you wrap you’re hands in his messy brown curls, urging him on. He chuckles and dips his head licking one long stripe along your folds. You moan at the sensation. He wasn’t your first but it’d been such a long time since the last time, not finding anyone that could hold a candle to your best friend. Jungkook's eyes are focused on your face. Watching the pleasure contort your face as he sucks on your clit. He moves one hand to your stomach to keep you from fidgeting, as he inserts a finger from the other into your dripping hole. You take a sharp breath at the sudden, but welcome, intrusion. He adds a second finger and the rhythmic pumping starts to prove too much for you. Your legs shake as your high approaches. Your grip on his hair tightens causing him to slow a little.

“Koo...k I.... I need” you pant trying to get him to understand what you need

“Use your words Noona” you pull on his hair playfully at the hated pet name and he stops completely causing you to whine at the loss.

“I’m sorry Kookie, please don’t stop, please I need you, I need you in me now, it’s been too long” you beg and he chuckles the air brushing against your already sensitive nub. He moves to unbutton his pants and pulls them down with his underwear letting his cock spring free. It’s bigger than you thought it’d be. You’d accidentally felt it a couple times when laying on him over the years, and obviously you’d fantasize about this just a little. But never anything like this. You move to put your hands on him instantly but he stops you, grabbing your wrists with one hand and using the leverage to lay you back. He kisses his way up from your hips to your lips until his lined up perfectly. You lean up hungry to reconnect your mouths. Tasting yourself on him makes you moan giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue between your teeth. His hand reaches down to rub his cock through your folds, lubricating himself, before pushing all the way in. The quick entry makes you gasp. He steadies himself waiting until you signal it’s okay. When you nod that you’re ready, he starts slowly, small grunts falling from his lips. The sound is like music.

As he builds momentum you slide your hands free from his grasp, instead moving them to pleasure yourself. Rolling a nipple with one hand and reaching for your clit with the other. You feel your high approaching you again.

“Babe, I’m so close” you moan.

“Me too” he says through gritted teeth, focusing on not letting go before you do. “cum for me y/n” That’s all it takes to drive you over the edge. Your name used in such a sinful command by the man you’ve been in love with for years. He follows close behind and collapses on top of you. You let out a grunt at the sudden impact of his entire bodyweight and he chuckles a little as he rolls you both into a more comfortable spooning position.

“Kook?” you whisper as he nuzzles into your shoulder “Do you love me?” he never actually said it you realised in slight panic afterwards. He pulls your face back to look at him.

“With all my heart” he says pulling you in for another kiss.

[xenteaart]

Shall We? (Part 2)

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x fem!Reader

Request: Can I request part two for Shall We? Pleeeeaase 🙏!! You can’t just leave it like that.

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: kind of a fight scene?? and like one swear word idk

Note: Sooo here’s part two of this fic, give it a read if you havent coz otherwise this one is not going to make much sense haha

For the sake of the story, Five disappeared when he was 18 (instead of 13) and got stuck in his 18 year-old-body after coming back accordingly. Also I’ve decided to give the reader and the Handler kind of a Lila x the Handler dynamic

The events are taking place in s1, some details of the canon are obvsly altered.

ALSO THERE’S A LIL EASTER EGG AT THE END MWEHEHE

Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @stitched-mouth​ @startrekkingaroundasgard​

“You do know you can’t win. I really don’t wanna hurt you, Y/N,” he uttered, raising his hands a little as a way to warn you not to come any closer for your own good.

Even though it was supposed to be a sweet gesture of concern, hearing him confirm that he still thought you were no match for him cut you to your very core.

“Oh, yeah? Well, I’m afraid you might have to. Shall we?” you sneered and threw your leg into the air, hitting Five right under his kneecap and making him collapse on the ground with a surprised gasp.

Five truly had zero intention of hurting you, but your determination to have a fight left him no choice, and even his clear advantage of having loads more experience and superpowers on top did not seem to make you hesitate.

“Come on, don’t be stupid, Y/N,” Five commented as he got back on his feet and took a few steps away from you, still giving you a chance to back off before he had to inflict any pain on your person, but all it achieved was winding you up even more.

The problem was - you two underwent identical training at the Commission as the Handler gave both of you her very best mentor, and right now you were basically mirroring each other’s moves, except Five was also using his spatial jumps to disorient you. He was still going easy on you, mostly just blocking your punches and jumping further away so you had to chase him all over the Academy while he was hoping you would simply exhaust yourself before any real damage would be done. Quite frankly, it was a smart decision on his part and a rather thoughtful one as well because, despite all appearances, he actually cared about you an awful lot.

As the both of you gracefully danced all the way to the second floor, you were already out of breath from the endless running around which meant Five’s plan was beginning to work. However, you realized what he was doing soon enough to indulge him into the feeling of being right and played his little game for a while, waiting for the perfect moment when he’d get distracted, and as the moment came you had to act fast.

You threw yourself forwards and promptly wrapped your arms around Five’s waist, knocking him off his feet and pressing your body against his as you pinned him to the floor. He groaned with annoyance and winced at the pain as his back hit the hard wooden surface. The next few seconds sort of happened in slow-mo for both of you as he roughly pushed you off himself and somehow managed to switch places with you, now looming over your body and warningly putting his knee on your solar plexus, threatening to crush your ribcage if you moved.

A mutual silence fell between you as you were processing the last 30 minutes of your lives, both visibly struggling to believe that each of you somehow ended up fighting the person they would never wish to hurt in their entire life. The sounds of your heavy breathing were filling the room as you were merely staring at each other in utter confusion. The weight of Five’s knee on your diaphragm was beginning to give you trouble breathing, and your breaths became shallow and hoarse which finally snapped him out of his trance.

“Gonna tell me what the hell is up now, Y/N?” he asked in his teacher-y manner that you used to absolutely hate and adore all at once, especially when he used to give you lectures on your occasional fuck-ups - whether it was failing a class because you were too lazy to turn in your assigments in time or something a little more serious, like getting into an argument with the Monocle and consequently making life harder for both of you.

You would always roll your eyes and smirk when he would get into his i-am-disappointed-in-you-but-i-still-love-you character and cross his arms on his chest for dramatic effect.

“You were the one telling me to piss off in the first place, remember,” you narrowed your eyes as you were subtly gasping for air underneath Five’s weight. He pursed his lips and looked away, contemplating whether or not to be completely honest. Evidently, his lack of sincerity got him nowhere the last time around, so he sighed loudly; his shoulders dropping and his expression finally revealing all of the exhaustion and regret that he was concealing quite successfully up until now.

“I only pushed you away to protect you.”

“Sounds like bullshit to me,” you replied, clearly unimpressed and palpably suspicious; two years of being brainwashed by the Handler now taking their toll on your perspective.

“God, don’t be so slow,” Five uttered clearly irritated but then quickly realized his offensive implication and added, “Said with respect.”

You stayed silent, raising your brow as a way of telling him to continue.

“I couldn’t risk you becoming a casualty because being involved in my family’s mess as a non-super is dangerous. As in, you’re going to be a target all the time, and I couldn’t and still can’t afford to waste my time worrying about your safety. As much as I’d love to - it’s simply not the luxury I have. I’ve got to stop the end of the world, otherwise everyone is going to be dead in four days, don’t you get it?” Five asked, a waterfall of emotions pushing at the inner sides of his chest, waiting to be set loose and consume everything on its way.

You were quietly listening to his explanation and taking it all in whilst still trying to fight off the suspicion and disbelief that were nagging at your every cell.

“I wanted to keep you safe because I couldn’t bear to lose you again,” his voice trembled a little as the memories of his post-apocalypse life washed over his mind, “The last 45 years have been a fucking nightmare.”

“I’d find it way more believable if you stopped crushing my ribs for starters,” you muttered through clenched teeth and immediately felt the pressure taken off your chest, precious and very much needed oxygen starting to flow through your system the way it should again.

Five got up and offered his hand to help you on your feet as a gesture to show you that he didn’t see you as an enemy and placed trust in you. You took his hand and steadied yourself awkwardly, still slightly disoriented and light-headed.

“I don’t know what the Handler told you but I do know she’s exceptional at manipulating,” Five added as he looked you right in the eye, “Christ, and you’re so naive, always have been. Most days it’s truly adorable but sometimes, Y/N, it really doesn’t work in your favor,” as the words escaped his lips, his gaze became noticeably softer; his expression blossoming with tenderness towards you.

“Prove it. Prove that you care.”

Five chuckled and shook his head, simultaneously annoyed and amused at your stubbornness. The atmosphere between you was shifting and you couldn’t help but notice the familiar overwhelming feeling of comfort and peace enveloping your person from head to toe. You’ve forgotten what it felt like being around Five, and now you were finally getting to remember. At home.

He slipped his hand into the pocket of his uniform shorts and pulled out a grape-sized plastic figure of a golden retriever.

“You gave me this a few days before I jumped and got stuck in the future. I carried it with me all the way. This silly trinket was the only thing I had left of you, the only thing that reminded me you were still out there waiting for me. Kept me going,” he shrugged casually as if it wasn’t important at all which it absolutely was.

“Five, c’mere! Look what I found!” you called for him as you were sitting on the floor surrounded by all sorts of useless crap. You were in the middle of decluttering your bedroom when a little figure of a dog caught your eye, it was the breed that Five was especially fond of and you knew he secretly dreamed of getting a puppy of his own as soon as he was out of the house.

“What’s that?” he asked, unimpressed.

“It’s a doggie! He wants to be your friend,” you replied, playing with your accent a little, rolling you “r”s and shifting the flow of your words to sound more Scottish or ... Russian. God knows where you were going with it but you tended to butcher your accent for fun quite a lot.

“Y/N, are you twelve?”

“His name is Mr.Pennycrumb and he’s gonna look after you whenever I’m not around,” you said with utmost confidence and gave him a wide smile, putting the trinket into Five’s pocket, clearly very proud of yourself and still committed to your silly accent performance, “Treat him well.”

Five scoffed and shrugged.

“Whatever.”

“So did he?” you asked, staring at the goddamn toy as tears were slowly welling up in your eyes.

“What?”

“Did he do a good job looking after you while I wasn’t around?” your gaze finally met Five’s as the realization in his own eyes was starting to sink in. A pained smile touched the corners of his mouth, and you could see Five genuinely struggle to maintain his tough facade.

“Yeah. He did.”

Without saying a word, you stepped closer and rested your cheek on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him, this time with no hostility or murderous intention. If you had to be perfectly honest with yourself, you’d admit you could never find it in you to actually hurt Five, let alone killing him. Both of you knew that way too well.

He returned the hug and pulled you closer, burying his nose in your hair and then planting a quick innocent kiss on the top of your head. Feeling the warmth radiating from you was enough to make him relax further into your embrace, his eyes now closed shut and his breathing steady and deep.

It didn’t last for as long as you’d like, though, a big loud bang from downstairs making you both flinch and pull away from each other, breaking your fragile bubble of comfort and calm in an instant.

“Shit, Hazel and Cha-Cha,” Five whispered, concern and worry crawling back onto his features. He briefly looked at you, and you simply nodded, non-verbally confirming that you were willing to help and were no longer part of the Handler’s plan.

The two of you were going to talk all about that later. His years alone, his and your own involvement with the Commission, the end of the world and loads more.

Of course, right in this moment neither of you could possibly know that your friendship was, in fact, a gateway into a lifelong partnership but you were bound to find out eventually. And the journey you two were about to begin as soon as the apocalypse was dealt with and gone was going to be magnificent.

[peach-the-owl]

Far From Home pt. 2

Vox Machina & Child!Reader

Might not completely follow canon but I kept it as close as I could and I apologize in advance if the characters aren’t accurate either as I’m not fully familiar with campaign 1, but anyways… PART 2 HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!!! If you haven’t yet, find part 1 here

Hold onto your hats, this is a long one

Salda rushes towards the opening but keeps herself back enough to avoid the rain that you could now see pouring in.

"Whoever you are, leave! Run away or I-I swear I’ll kill you!" Her voice wavered slightly, but she held her ground holding out her blade threateningly. You hear a bit of murmuring before one of the voices from above speaks just loud enough for you to hear from your position.

"Sherri it’s us!" There’s a few other voices but they were softer and harder to make out the words of, Salda then looks over her shoulder.

"Sherri?"she calls for the half-elf, who cautiously makes her way over looking up once she's close enough.

"My god. Come in quick, please." Sherri starts ushering in the new arrivals who all made their way into this little bunker. What a colourful bunch they were, these must’ve been the friends Gilmore had mentioned to you while searching through the city. It seemed the other kids knew who they were as their faces lit up in both hope and recognition to this group. You decided to stay quiet and as out of sight as possible for now not wanting to draw attention to yourself as you were still grappling with your whole being lost in time problem.

"I don’t believe my husband made it… But we're alive." You still listen in on the conversation to try and distract yourself though.

"Did you see him fall?" The male half-elf, dressed in all black asks.

"No," Salda pauses a second, "he-he saved us." You did feel a little left out since you had helped too but then again you were a stranger to these people and still didn’t feel the need to involve yourself in the conversation. They all look over to where Gilmore was laying and the male half-elf immediately rushes to him placing a hand under his chin and quickly inspecting the wounded area.

"Pike! Pike, Keyleth come over here!" He says with urgency. A gnome with white hair quickly steps forward, you could only assume this was Pike since Keyleth was a more elvish name. The other two half-elves in the group also step in quickly helping to patch up the wound, you weren’t sure which of those two was supposed to Keyleth but honestly that wasn’t the biggest concern right now. Pike places her hands on her holy symbol and you watch as light emits from it before gently placing her hands on Gilmore the light transferring from her hands into his body. The room is illuminated as the magic heals the nasty wound on Gilmore, you take a quick look around and see the half-orc that's with the party now staring at you. There’s a small thud that draws your attention back to Gilmore as the magic had finished its job, he curls over a little before the male half-elf carefully places him on his lap.

"Is he alright?! Is he alright?" Sherri asks, looking over and placing on her glasses.

"I think so." The male half-elf responds softly, Sherri then notices that half-orc with them.

"Who's this one? What’s he doing here?" She questions with a threatening tone. The others mumble over there words a bit until the male gnome gives a proper responce.

"He’s a friend, he fought with us. He’s… he's not corrupted by the dragons influence."

"If I could know your name orcish sir."

"It’s really cool." The gnome quickly adds.

"I’m Garthok." The half-orc gives a bow.

"Keep your distance, I don’t trust you yet." She gives him a weary side look.

"Of course," he then turns to Salda as Sherri directs her attention back onto Gilmore. "If I may ask you, I don’t recall you having four children." You raise your head up seeing now that all eyes have turned to you making you feel a little uneasy as you try to press yourself into the wall more.

"They're not mine. But they helped in our rescue too." Salda comments. There’s more chatter amongst the group as the white haired gnome now walks over to you.

"Hello there." Her voice is gentle and sweet, easing away some of the fear and tension that you’ve built up. You give a soft greeting back and wait for her to speak again. "My name's Pike, what’s your name?"

"I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you Pike." You hold your hand out for her to shake making her notice the concerning burns and bruises on you.

"Oh, you poor child. Here let me help." She takes your hand and once again you see a soft light emit from her, though defiantly not as strong as what she used to heal Gilmore. The small light travels from her hand into yours making its way up your arm and to the rest of your body, you instantly feel a lot better and a little more energized as the burns and bruises slowly disappear. Pike then helps you to your feet and you both scuffle back over towards everyone else. You sit yourself down again and try to get a better look at the still unconscious Gilmore quickly noticing the stares from the male half-elf.

"We were told you were the one who ran back in to save him. Is this true?" He questions, gaining your full attention. He had a bit of an intimidating look to himself but you were used to people like that, having travelled around with Beau and Yasha so much.

"I mean he saved me from being crushed so I owed him… I guess? But mostly he was in a lot of trouble, someone had to help." You scratch the back of your head sheepishly, not sure how to explain yourself pausing in your actions and redirecting your attention when you feel his hand on your shoulder.

"Thank you." He gives you a small but genuine smile of gratitiude, you return the gesture with your own small smile.

"What’s your name mister?" You suddenly ask, now realizing you never got it. He gives a soft, feathery laugh at your newfound curiosity.

"Call me Vax."

"Hi Vax, I’m (y/n)." If you paid close attention you could see his smile rise slightly. There’s a cough and the attention was switched back to Gilmore as he slowly regained consciousness. His head lulls back and you can see him smile a little as his eyes train onto Vax's.

"Ah… it's always what I’d assume I’d see in my last moments." He give a soft chuckle mixed with light coughing.

"Bad day, huh."

"Strangely enough I’m pretty sure I’ve had worse." You catch yourself giggle a little at his comment.

"No offence darling but you look like shit." The one who spoke looked a lot like Vax, you could easily conclude they were siblings, probably twins if you really had to guess.

"We can’t have that can we." He then raises his hand, attempting to conjure some magic but a fit of coughs causes it to sputter away. He pauses a second to regain his breath. "Sooo, either we're all dead or all alive… I’d like an answer."

"Alive." The female Vax answers, you were really curious what her name was now mostly so you wouldn’t have to keep thinking of her as female Vax.

"Good, I was hoping you’d say that." Gilmore let’s out a halfhearted laugh before continuing. You zoned out a little since the conversation wasn’t really directed at you and looked at the different members of this group. You already knew who Pike and Vax were as well as the half-orc Garthok, then there was Vax's twin, next to her was the other half-elf who looked like some sorta forest princess to you, then there was the big goliath and the fanciful gnome you could tell was defiantly a bard, and finally the nicely dressed man with glasses and silver hair. You wondered if they could help you get back to your time, but then again was it really a good idea to tell them you were actually from the future? They might think you’re crazy, plus they already had a lot on their plate with these dragons now roaming around so you decided it was best to keep your mouth shut for now. You notice the other kids had tears screaming down their faces, from what you picked up in the background it could only be because of their fathers fate. You scoot over towards them and tap Illiya's shoulder, she looks at you with red puffy eyes.

"I’m sorry that happened." She nods a little and you end up giving her a hug, the other two joining in to gain some form of ground and comfort.

"After finding this little one here, I went to the dragon just in case you’d been your usual foolish selves and run into hell itself." You chimed back into the conversation when you hear this, seeing Gilmore turn to look at you. "Suppose I do have you to thank as well, for me still being here."

"Well… I couldn’t just leave you there, and you saved me too. It was only fair." You weren’t used to getting so much credit for something since it was always someone else from the Nein who'd end up coming in clutch for the rest of the team, it felt nice for sure but you also couldn’t help feel a little embarrassed too.

"This kid's got guts, I like 'em." The goliath says, they went on to ask questions to things you weren’t familiar with, also trying not to remember the many burnt and dead bodies you’d encountered when they asked Gilmore about other survivors. Going back to your own thoughts you battled with the idea of telling these strangers about your situation and if they could in any way help or simple wait it out and hope that when or if the spell wears off you’ll be sent back home no problem. After all it’s only been a day some spells last much longer then that, still though the sooner you could get home the better.

There's some movement as everyone starts to get up, you quickly follow along with everyone and start making your way up top. You follow the group soon noticing that Vax, his sister, the male gnome, and Garthok head off in one direction while everyone else head in another. The walk starts silent as you trudge through the muddy streets, rain pouring down on you. It would've been fine but you’d been sitting in silence all day and was getting tired of having your thoughts keep you down, plus you were curious about this group of adventurers you were with. With a deep breath and a feeling of courage you walk up to the half-elf.

"Are you a princess?" You let your curiosity break the ice, the woman stalls her movements slightly then looks down at you.

"S-sorry?" She seemed surprised, you ask your question again and she blinks a few times, processing your words. "I suppose I am, in a way. Why do you ask?"

"It’s just you look so pretty and you have this look of like a leader to you." She blushes at your comment and smiles, actually this may be the first time you’ve seen her smile since you met her.

"Well thank you. I’m Keyleth." She holds her hand out for you to shake. So this was the Keyleth mentioned earlier, that was good to know.

"It’s very nice to meet you, I’m (y/n)." You accept the handshake, already feeling a sense of comfort around her you walk along side her. "So who are your other friends?"

"You mean you don’t know?" She looked at you confused.

"Well," you pause a second and make sure what you say doesn’t reveal too much information yet. "I’m not from around here, so I don’t know that much." You say satisfied with your answer, it wasn’t like you were lying after all.

"Oh! Umm… well let’s see… you already know who Pike is I’m sure." You nod.

"And Vax." You quickly pipe in.

"And Vax," she repeats with confirmation, "then there’s his twin Vex."

"There names sound the same, that must be confusing."

"It can be sometimes. Now Vex has a pet bear named Trinket."

"She owns that cool bear!" You have to stop yourself from shouting with excitement while pointing at the armoured bear that’s been traveling with you, earning a small giggle from Keyleth.

"Yes, she does, he’s very friendly if you want to pet him later." You can hardly contain your smile, having something to look forward to after this conversation. Keyleth clears her throat a little to regain your attention. "Then there’s Scanlan, he’s the other gnome in our group and he’s really good at making up songs." You nod and let her continue. "Next is Percy over there," she points to the man with the silvery hair. "He’s had a lot to deal with recently so don’t mind him if he seems a little stand off-ish with you. There’s myself of course, and finally there’s Grog, he’s not the sharpest tool but he is the heaviest. Together we are Vox Machina." She finishes her explanation with a proud look on her face.

"That’s a really cool name, my friends have a cool name for our adventure group too." You stop realizing it may not have been wise to have said that last part aloud.

"You’re with another group? What do they call themselves?" She looks at you with genuine curiosity. Before you answer her a small group of individuals step out, armed with various blades.

"Hey! Drop your stuff! Give us what you’ve got." One starts, to which Keyleth leaves your side and socks them in the jaw. You hold back a laugh, that looked like something Beau would do. Sherri pulls out her wand and unleashes a bolt of lightning, blasting off a piece of nearby wall making it crumble to the ground. Gilmore supports his own weight for a moment and slowly raises his arm, bolts of arcane energy whipped around him making him look really cool and powerful.

"Do you gentlemen seriously wish to start this ruckus?" He says with a threatening tone, the men pause and share a look.

"No." They all sheath their weapons and scurry off again.

"Yeah you better run!" Keyleth shouts at the retreating forms.

"Yeah, you tell 'em Kiki." Grog compliments.

"Thank you. I’m trying to get better at it." She smiles at him. You were just glad you could avoid any conflicts, not wanting to deal with any at this time. You traverse through the streets some more seeing folks working to dig mass graves for the ones who perished, you avert your eyes from the sight having already seen enough death for one day. You walk over to the bear, Trinket if you remember correctly and he immediately gives you a sniff, puffing air into your face making you brighten up a little and pet him on the muzzle.

"Did you say secret passage!?" You hear a very excited Gren say eagerly, you perk up more at the idea of a secret passage too.

"I did! I did!" Keyleth replies with a smile at the boys excitement. "Did you want to go see it?" You get closer and start a little chant.

"Secret passage secret passage." Gren quickly joining in, even his sisters joined your little chant making Salda smile for the first time since you’d met her.

"We can't dissappoint the children." Keyleth looks to Grog expectantly.

"Fine. Secret passage it is." He says in a half-joking kinda way. You all make your way down through the secret passage, which wasn't as exciting as you thought I’d be but it did it’s job and you safely make it to the party's base. As you start making your way up and out of the passageway you see some attendants, who looked worked to the bone, come over and greet the party before turning to you and the other kids.

"Oh, and children. You’ve got children have ya." One kneels down, you shrink back a bit unable to hide behind someone for protection like the other three. You all walk into the next room where hundreds of others were already settled and the panic you’ve been setting aside this whole time crept in again. You didn’t know anyone here, what were you supposed to do now? It had already taken a lot of your courage to put blind trust in the people who brought you here but now they could easily walk away and you’d be left with no one. Not to mention you still had no idea how to get back to your own time. You could feel the tears pricking at the edges of your eyes and a few spill over.

"Hey, kid." You quickly wipe your eyes and look over to see that Percy had called your attention. "I have a few questions I’d like to ask you." You give a nod and follow him as he leads you away from the large group of people, well the entire place was crowded but you managed to find a less populated area. You shuffle in place a bit as you wait for him to speak again. "Alright first off, where did you come from?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" You give him a confused look, he sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose.

"I overheard you talking to Keyleth, you said you weren’t from around here. So where are you from?" You could tell he was trying to be patient with you, which you appreciated since you were sure he probably had other things he wanted to do.

"Oh! Ummm, well I’m from Wildemount."

"From Wildemount? How could child from Wildemount be here all alone, where are parents?" He gives you almost a suspicious look making you knaw at your lip, not sure if now was a good time to fess up about everything or not.

"Well that’s a long and, ummm… crazy story. You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you."

"Kid-"

"My name's (y/n)." You weren’t sure if that came off as rude but you figured he might as well know your name since you knew his.

"Right, (y/n) then, I have seen and done countless things in my life. So whatever it is you’re hiding may not be as crazy as you think." You take a deep breath and try to think of a good way to explain this.

"Ok, well my friend Caleb was working on a spell that I think shifts space and time or something but it went wrong and I wasn’t looking so I got hit with it and then I wake up in a place I never been in before and then dragons came out of nowhere so I ran then I met that nice man Gilmore and then I met you guys and I don’t know how to get home." You suck in some air after blurting it out in one breath, your well thought out explaination broken the second you opened your mouth the words just tumbling out. Percy just stares at you for a moment, maybe you spoke too fast for him to catch everything so you quickly add a shortened version to your story. "What I’m saying is I’m… from the future."

"Well you were right, I do find this crazy and I'm having a very hard time believing your story."

"It’s true though." You pout a little, you figured he wouldn’t believe you but he was the one to coax the story out of you in the first place.

"Percy! There you are." Vex ran over and embraces Percy, leaving you to stand there awkwardly. When she lets go of him she notices your presents. "Hello there darling." She gives you a kind smile.

"Hi, you’re Vex right?" You wanted to make sure you said the right name, she gives you a nod.

"Indeed I am, and you are?"

"I’m (y/n). I really like your bear." She laughs a little at your comment.

"He’s pretty great isn’t he," she then looks back to Percy. "What are you doing here with them, if I may ask."

"Well, (y/n) here says they're from Wildemount, which I can believe. What I don’t believe is their claim of being from the future." Percy explains.

"But it’s true, I’ve read stories that have mentioned a Gren, Illiya and Odessa Tal’Dorei but they’re much older in those stories then they are here." Even with your attempt at an explanation neither looked like they really believed you.

"Well, truth or not I have question of my own for you." You look at Vex and wait for her to continue. "You were with Gilmore when he went to face the Cinder King, what I’d like to know is if you saw anything that may have been odd or different about about this dragon. I know it’s a lot to ask you but anything will do if you saw something." You dig though your thoughts trying to think if there was anything at all, then you remeber something you did catch before the dragon was out of view.

"Uhhh, there was his weird belly scales."

"What about them would you say was weird?" Vex crouches down to your height and gives you a patient look, you try really hard to rummage with your thoughts to figure out why they looked weird to you not wanting to let these people down for some reason.

"Oh! I think it was because they didn’t look like real scales, they looked more like armour trying to protect something… I mean, I think so anyways. Sorry, I know it’s not a lot."

"No no darling, you’re doing fine." She gives you a calming smile. "So you think he’s wearing armour that look like scales in order to protect something, is that right?" You nod and she gives you a gentle pat on the head. "Good to know, that could be very helpful in the future."

"Speaking of future, I need to find a way back home." They both look to you and Percy gives a sigh.

"This again-" he’s cut off by Vex lightly smacking him in the gut.

"Percy," she gives him a look, "the least we can do is help this poor child reunite with their family." He looks between you and her for a second then nods.

"You’re right. Maybe Pike can help if magic is indeed involved." The two of them then lead you to a sorta chapel area where some people were bowed in deep prayer while others seemed to just be using the space to sleep for the night. You find Pike in front of a statue of a feminine figure you'd never seen before, you were positive they were some sort of goddess though. She turns to face you upon hearing your approach.

"Hi guys, what can I do for you?" She greets the three of you. Percy gives a quick summery of what you'd told him to her and she places a hand under her chin in thought. "You know, actually that could explain the strange magical aura I felt around them when I touched their hand."

"Really?!" You, Vex and Percy all say at once, yours was more in excitement while theirs was in shock.

"Do you think you could reverse it and send me home?" You happily ask, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Pike turns to you and gives you a faint smile.

"I could, but you’re gonna have to wait until tomorrow. I already used a lot of my divine magic today." You deflate a little with a sigh but nod in understanding, Pike places a hand gently on your shoulder. "It’ll be ok, I promise you’ll be back where you belong before you know it." She reassures and a small smile returns to you with those words. As the evening draws to a close you decide to stay in the little chapel for the night, it’s a bit of a struggle but you do eventually drift off to sleep.

Sunshine peeking through the windows cause you to wince as you awaken with a yawn and stretch out your limbs. Taking a look around you were still in the chapel, others there still waking themselves up, were already awake or bowed in prayer. The doors open and you bring your attention to the group you’d met yesterday walking in.

"I’m just saying if this child really is from the future, like you said, then they must know what 'appens." You hear the goliath say.

"Here’s the thing Grog, they’re from Wildemount they most likely don’t know Tal'Doren (don’t know if that’s the correct term) history, and what purpose would we have going there?" Percy argues, you slowly get up off the bench you’d been sleeping on and approach them.

"Good morning," Keyleth addresses you, "you ready to finally go home." You respond by eagerly nodding.

"Wait! Before anything else, I have to know… am I known worldwide in the future?" You blink a few times at the male gnomes question.

"I’m sorry, what was your name again?" This gets a few laughs from the other members as he gives a sigh of defeat but quickly brightening up again.

"I am the great Scanlan Shorthalt, ring any bells now?" You try to think if you’ve heard or seen that name anywhere before.

"You know I think I have seen your name on a book before. But I never got to read it, my friends were busy and we couldn’t stay in the shop long but I’m sure I saw a book with your name on it." This seemed to brighten him up more before he’s pulled away by Vax and Pike steps forward.

"Ready to go?" She asks sweetly. Once again you nod eagerly. "Okay, here goes." She starts casting a spell and you feel your body start to tingle a little, your arms starting to shimmer. The light around you glows brighter and brighter.

"If you have time, you should come and visit some time in the future!" You weren’t able to tell who said that as your vision goes white………

When your able to open your eyes again your back in the Xhorhaus, you pick yourself up off the floor and hear a loud squee as your tackled into a hug.

"Oh my gosh, (y/n) your back! We were soooo worried about you!" It was so reliving to hear Jesters bubbly voice again. Her shouts of joy alert the rest of the Nein as they rush to your location and instantly start bombarding you questions, they quickly die down noticing your lack of responce. You feeling overwhelmed with relief and joy just start bawling your eyes out, no longer containing all the tears you’d been holding back. They quickly realize now wasn’t the time for questions and settle with bringing you into a comforting group hug which you return. You were so happy to finally be home, but you couldn’t help but wonder about that other adventuring group you’d met, Vox Machina is what they’d called themselves right? You wondered what happened to them, sure for you it’s maybe been a minute but it’s been maybe over 20 years since they’d met you. Did they even remeber you? Maybe one day you’ll get a chance to find out, but right now you savoured in the moment of being home.

[redhawtriot]

Baby Boom (Bakugou x Reader)

Sooo... I think It’s the size of my tag list that was fucking this chapter up so much! Every time I have more than my previous chapter had, this chapter deletes itself from my page/drafts! I’ve contacted Tumblr about it, but don’t cross ur finger’s on that one lol. I am sorry if you weren't able to make the list!

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Month 1, Month 2 , Month 3,

--Month 4--

‘SLAM!’

The front door crashed shut like ammunition through cannon fire. The sharp bang clapped and echoed throughout the small, otherwise quiet living space, and soon, three roommates filed out of their respective rooms. One by one, they inched out to get a glimpse of the oncoming storm: Hurricane Katsuki.

Denki warily removed his gaming headpiece as Bakugou whipped past his bedroom door, “Oh hey, Bakugou! You sure disappeared outta nowhere. We coulda used the backup in squads! Where’d ya go, man!?” 

The others listened carefully for the explosive blond’s answer, but got nothing short of an insult in return,

“None of your business, you damn idiots. GO DIE ALREADY!” and with that, Hurricane Katsuki simply slammed the door shut-- somehow even louder than before.

Kaminari, who had gotten the brunt of the explosion, was left wide eyed,

“Woah…”

Sero gave a low whistle as he shook his head at Bakugou’s shut door, “Looks like a wild Teenage Bakugou has entered the chat.”

Denki gave an abrupt, slightly uncomfortable chuckle at the remark, but soon gulped, giving his roommates a concerned gaze, “So… should we…” he trailed off.

Kirishima fervently nodded, stepping fully out into the hallway, “I’ll go check on him, guys.” He flexed before making his way to Bakugou’s room—a nervous habit he had picked up somewhere along the line to reassure himself before he dived headfirst into rough situations.

He looked back to his other two roommates one last time and threw a pleading glance as if to say “Wish me all of the luck” before giving a few slight knocks to the rage-secreting room, “Bakugou,” he called out, “You okay, buddy? I know that there is something up. There’s no point in hiding it…we can talk?”

No answer.

Kirishima gave a long sigh, “Well, when you finally want to talk about it, you know where to find me...” 

The other roommates sighed as well before both retreating to their rooms and shutting their doors. Kiri turned to make his way back to his room as well, but only made it a few feet before Bakugou’s door sharply yanked open a few inches.

“Where are those other idiots?” Bakugou’s eyes were redder than their usual vermilion as he glared out from the cracked doorway. Kirishima gave a thick blink in surprise. Had he… had he been crying?

“They back in their rooms?” Bakugou said very lowly. His voice had an extra hint of raspiness weighing it down, Kirishima noticed.

“Y-Yeah.” Eijirou quickly replied, startled by the unseemly sight of his best friend, “They’re prolly back on the game by now.” Bakugou did not say another word as he threw his door open a few more inches and marched deeper into his room to stiffly throw himself on the edge of his bed. Kirishima cautiously followed him-- this was as good of an invitation as any in ‘Bakugou language.’

Bakugou sat, glaring seriously at the floor in front of him, as if it offended him, and his leg bounced nervously. The red head uncomfortably cleared his throat. ‘Holy shit, what the hell is going on…?’  Kirishima had never seen him do that before, “You.. uh.. you wanna talk about it, buddy?”

No answer.

Kirishima waited a few beats before releasing another sigh and shutting the door behind him so that he could make his way to the bed. He sat down next to his best friend and simply sat deep in the silence with him. The two waited for what seemed like hours before someone finally spoke up,

“I got a girl pregnant,” Bakugou said very flatly, still glaring at the floor and bouncing his leg.

Kirshima had to stifle the choke that erupted out of his throat as his own saliva sneaked into his larynx, “Ack! Achkaka!” His natural bodily functions were completely forgotten as his brain tried to compute the sudden and drastic information that was just thrown at him.

Bakugou?? Pregnant? He never thought he would hear the words in the same room, let alone the same sentence! The guy hardly ever did anything but work, work out and come home to play video games. He didn’t converse with people. He didn’t get girls pregnant. Girls didn’t even look at him!

In his coughing fit, Kirishima’s speech was also forgone, “I-I- uh.. man that.. wow I…” he tripped and tumbled over his words. He was dreaming. He had to be. Well, either that or he had wandered into some strange episode of the Twilight Zone or something.

Bakugou’s glare at the floor intensified, “I thought she might not be so bad… but I didn’t want to be with her like this,” Kirishima’s eyes widened at the underlying tone of hurt buried under his friend's words, and then they widened even further once he realized what he just said.

Had Bakugou fallen for someone for the first time?? And then his eyes widened the furthest as things finally began to click within his confused mind.

He sucked into a sharp gasp, “You mean that model!?”

Bakugou simply scoffed, finally relieving his glare form the ground and focusing his hot gaze on Kirishima, “Yeah, turns out she’s actually a fucking bitch.”

Kirishima’s jaw dropped, “BAKUGOU! That’s the mother of your child! You shouldn’t—”

“She didn’t remember the night at all. I was just another fuck toy for her,”  Bakugou stood up and clenched his fists over and over again as if they itched to be slammed against something—tears welling up in his red-hot eyes, “Now tell me if the roles were reversed, how shitty it’d be then, huh?” Kirishima immediately shut his mouth from speaking up anymore as he allowed his friend to release his feelings. It wasn’t often that Bakugou built up enough to let things out this way.

Bakugou scoffed again as he began pacing the room, but Kirishima swore that it had the hint of a cry layered within it somewhere, “they might not even be mine since she likes that ‘fuck toy shit’ so much. That night meant nothing to her…” he threw his arm against the wall, effectively tearing a hole into it

Kirishima jumped a bit from the action as his mind briefly wandered to the security deposit on their lease. He pushed these thoughts away as Bakugou stiffly returned to the bed, his leg bouncing even more fervently than before.

Kirishima simply watched for a moment to allow his friend to simmer down before he spoke up very softly, “But you think it is yours though…”

Bakugou’s eyes snapped up to Kirishima’s, whose eyebrows were furrowed deeply into each other as he stared back.

In all his years of knowing Katsuki Bakugou, Kirishima would have never described his best friend with anything even resembling ‘gullible.’ His gut feeling and instinct were as sharp as ever and hardly ever wrong,

“Must be for a reason then…” he tried to look past the tears that filled up within his best friends eyes but they still left his heart feeling a little heavier than usual,  “If you think it’s yours then I’ll have your back no matter what buddy. You’re not alone in this.”

“They.”

“What…” Kirishima eyebrows folded toward the center of his expression.

“She’s having fucking twins.”

“Holy Sh…” Kirishima quickly swallowed his words as he took in the forlorn expression plastered onto his friend’s face. There was no room for him to be shocked right now. He had to be Bakuous ‘rock’ so to speak, “I-I mean congratulations!”

Meanwhile you found yourself studying the woman in the reflection of your mirror. Your eyes trailed every detail of her swollen, red eyes. Then to her hair that was fuller than you had remembered—the beauty of bottled color maybe? You danced over the way that loose strands stuck to the slimy mess of tears and mucosa that had accumulated on your cheeks.

Nasty.

A sharp chuckle came out of you, spittle following not too shortly after, but as it reached your ears it resembled more of a cry.

Okay, that’s enough self loathing for one lifetime.

And with that, you moved away from the mirror; however, as you did so, your sight basically smacked the open cabinet of liquor bottles that you were eyeing earlier.

Okay…. Maybe not quite enough self loathing. Your mouth began watering at the delectable sight. It was a desert after a delicious four course meal.  There was always room for more…

With a shake of your head, you brought your hand up to smack these thoughts out of your mind. What was wrong with you? You had been a lot of things in life, but were you really so low to bring yourself to effectively murdering your own children?

That’s what would happen if you drank, right?

You loudly groaned as more tears slipped from your eyes. You really didn’t know shit when it came to this pregnancy thing.

Your mind briefly wondered to Baby Notes Vol 1. You should probably take the time to actually read through it a little. Skimming it wouldn’t kill you.

Physically.

The sudden pounding at your door snapped you almost immediately out of your thoughts.

“Y/N?? Y/N, it’s me!”

With a final pathetic sigh you found yourself gathering up all the alcohol from the cabinets that you could into your arms and placing them in the bathtub before jotting over to the door.

As soon as you opened it Deku barged in and gripped you softly,  “I came as soon as you called! What’s up, what's wrong?! Are you okay??” His eyes frantically danced around your wet eyes and red sockets before he allowed them to roam all over you, checking for injury.

He wouldn’t ever think that Kacchan was the type of guy to put his hands on you, especially with how much he’s grown since high school, but the nagging voice in the back of Izuku’s mind fervently reminded him of all of the bruises and burns and numberless emotional scars he accumulated with he was quirkless from his childhood friend.

And here was a woman he deeply cared about-- quirkless—having to spend time alone with said childhood friend.

“What’s wrong??” Izuku found himself repeating as his hands mindlessly wiped the fluid from your cheeks. As soon as he committed the action, however, his face ran completely red and he quickly released you from his grip, so that he could get a grip of himself.

You didn’t notice his slip up, and if you did you sure as hell didn’t care at the moment. There were more pressing matters at hand. Two to be exact, “Twins,” you simply said to him as tears began flowing down your cheeks more furiously.

“Huh? Oh… Oh.” Izuku’s eyes went wide as your words sunk in. As soon as he threw you an obviously apologetic glance you threw yourself into his chest and sobbed throwing him a bit off guard as he barely caught you in his arms.

Izuku’s eyes nervously roamed around your home as if he were searching for the right thing to say to you, but as he made contact with an open pantry in your kitchen, his jaw dropped-- your alcohol pantry.

It was far less full than it had been the last time that he visited, “Y/N… What’s with the… have you been drinking?” he pulled you away from his chest and looked seriously into your eyes.

The sight honestly kind of scared you a little—like a 15-year-old being caught with their first beer-- that is, until you remembered that you were innocent as fuck, “No,” you gave a slight chuckle through your tears at the sudden surge of intimidation, “I need your help getting rid of it.”

You walked away from Izuku for a moment, leaving him confused and a bit wary of where this was going, until you returned with a hammer—leaving him even more concerned,

You were aiming for bad ass Harley Quinn vibes, but you were sure that with a dried trail of tears on your cheeks and the force smile splitting your face you came across like more of a psycho ass Harley Quinn. Furthermore, the look on Deku’s face screamed that you were correct (also it screamed ‘GET THIS GIRL IN A STRAIGHT JACKET!’).

“What are you gonna do with THAT?” Izuku squealed.

“I need to get my favorite bottles out of the house. Stat. and you're gonna help me.” At your words, Deku gave a gigantic sigh of relief, but still kept his eyes glued on the hammer in your hands. You noticed and shrugged a bit, “Smashing things is also really cathartic. I am sure you of all people can agree with that.”

“Heh… Yeah. But are you sure this is okay? I mean, I don't want to raise your blood pressure or anything because--”

“Deku. Less talk, more smash,” you threw a towel in your tub to make clean up a little easier, and so you didn't knock a chunk of tile on your bathtub. You gave Deku one last glance. He was still looking very uncertain, but you threw him a short smile before bringing the hammer down onto a bottle of tequila. The bottle instantly shattered, sending bits of glass throughout your tub. You looked up to give Deku an excited glance, and surprisingly, he returned one right back.

“See? Not so bad!” 

But you spoke too soon as the scent kicked you in the fucking nose. It was too far to turn back now. You choked down your nausea and handed Deku the Hammer, “You go ahead and get started. I’ll go get another weapon-- I mean… tool,” you corrected yourself after he sent you a terrified stare.

As you made your way back to the after grabbing your second weapon-- I mean tool a sudden thought crossed your mind. Without hesitation, you pulled your phone out and dialed in,

“Hello?”

“Yes. How may I help you today?” Dr. Yamakawa sounded from the other line.

“It’s Y/N…Y/N L/N…” you trailed off, hoping that you wouldn't have to say the ‘p word’ or anything relating to it.

His old ass better take the hint. To your dismay, his old ass did not take the hint, and a long pause of awkward silence filled the air.

You pursed your lips together in annoyance, “Mama Bakugou,” you clarified through gritted teeth, still dancing around the fact that you were a maternity patient of his.

“Ohhhhh!” He exclaimed, causing your face to fall into an expression of disappointment as he continued, “What can I do for you, Mama Bakugou?!”

This mf. You internally ground and fought the urge to facepalm, “Well. I need you to write a doctors note for me.”

“For…?”

“Work?”

“For your pregnancy? Dear, why don’t you just take maternity leave for that?”

“No.” In the moment you shook your head even knowing that he couldn't see you,  “I need a few weeks more before I can tell my job about this… situation. I’m a model. They own me through a contract and I didn't exactly add two roommates to the lease on my body...”

There was a pause on the other line, causing your heart to lurch a bit, but things soon went back to normal when he finally spoke up, “I’ll see what I can do. I’ll email you something.”

You gave one final thanks (and an internal ‘yessss’) before making your way back to the bathroom, “Hey Deku, sorry it took me so long I was just--” you froze at the sight in front of you. The shirt that Izuku wore was completely drenched in liquid and your tub had a gigantic hole on the side.

Your lips fumbled over themselves as you gawked at the spectacle. Deku could only send you a nervous laugh,

“Uh, hahaaa… Can we be done now? This… this burns,” he rapidly blinked the liquid from his eyes as he glances back down to the lot of broken bottles in your tub before throwing your one more pleading glance.

You choked down a laugh, causing it to flee from you in the form of a snort, “Someone had some pent up aggression, huh?”

In response, his face delved into a deep shade of red, “I.. uh..” he had no idea how to answer you when you looked at him like that-- your lips curved into a stunning smirk of a smile. Izuku promptly cleared his throat, “C-can I take a shower?”

“Obviously not that one-- you're totally fixing that by the way Mr. Big Shot Hero,” with a laugh you swiftly made your way to him and carefully grabbed the hammer from his grasp, looking up to see his face dive even deeper into crismon. You flashed a smile at the display. He really was adorable as hell.

You took in his face bit by bit-- his soft, blushed skin, his freckles cheeks, his round eyes. As you digested his expression you swore you could see an entire forest within his stare. Suddenly your heart pinged.

“Uh, Y/N,” Izuku interrupted your thoughts, causing your heart to throb for a different reason as you suddenly realized the proximity of the two of you. You stepped back so fast that your head spun. At least, you hoped that was why your head was spinning,

“You can use my shower.” you said very abruptly as you turned away from him,gesturing him to follow you to your bedroom.

Your bedroom. Your hear throbbed once more. Deep down, you hoped that you were about to have a heart attack or something; however, something  within you told you that that probably was not the case. You swallowed hard.

What the fuck was happening?

‘KNOCK kNOCK KNOCK’

The next morning you found yourself stirring awake to a loud succession of banging. Your eyes fluttered open for a moment only before they snapped back shut. The magnet drawing them together and you closer to sleep was much stronger than whatever noise was trying to wake you up, “Mhmfmfm…” you muttered as you rolled over on the couch and pulled the blanket over your head.

Izuku, however, was not one to ignore such an obvious noise and he found himself trudging off of the other sofa he slept on to answer whoever was banging on the door.

‘KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!’

“Coming!” the green haired man tiredly called out as he launched himself toward the front door and swung it open.

The astounded face on the other side of the entrance soon mirrored his own.

“Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed.

Bakugou’s shocked expression very quickly contorted into one of pure rage, “What the hell is going on here?!” He screamed causing you to jolt awake as you threw the blanket over your head. You found yourself fumbling up as Bakugou continued to scream pointed to Deku, “The fuck is he here for??”

You made your way over to the two men- one seemingly terrified, and the other obviously enraged. As your head began lifting from the daze of sleep, you crossed your arms and glared at Bakugou, “He spent the night helping me with something,” you shook your head, trying to free yourself from the oncoming headache, “Hey, better question: why are you here?”

Bakugou seemed to swallow his own tongue as his jaw clenched shut, “I wanted to… uh…” he glared at the ground as he tried to find his next words. Shit. why was this so fucking hard? He should have never listened to that Shitty Hair and come over here. Bakugou scoffed to himself before redirecting his stern gaze back toward you, “Come with me.”

You could only blink.

What kind of caveman talk…You tilted your head as you fleetingly threw a confused glance toward Deku, who only shrugged in response.

Bakugou quickly grew tired of yours and Dekus silent conversation, “You wanna hang out or not??” he growled before throwing another heated finger toward Deku,  “And he can’t come.”

“I was just heading out anyways. It’s no big deal really!” Izuku defensively threw his hands up as if to show Bakugou that he was no threat at all. He went to gather a few of his belongings from the sofa he slept on before throwing Bakugou one more gaze-- this one a lot more astute.

A majority of Midoriya’s mind told him that there was nothing to worry about at all, but there was still a small section of him that couldn't shake the memories of how Bakugou treated him as a quirkless child. Izuku knew that he would never hurt you! But… just in case…

“You take care of her Kacchan,” the tone came off pleadingly but the look in his eyes was a  bit stern. You had never seen this portion of Deku before and it almost instantly caused your chest to thud, harshly reminding you of last night’s sensations. Shit.

“Don't tell me what the fuck to do, Deku. Those are my kids in there. Not yours. You just remember that,” Bakugou scoffed, causing Izuku’s expression to falter ever so slightly before he fixed it again.

Your jaw dropped at the sheer bluntness of his statement, “Kacchan, what the f--”

“I guess you’re right, Kacchan,” Izuku began, “Sorry if  I crossed a boundary,” he smiled at Bakugou-- who only huffed in return-- and quickly turned to you, making the tightness in your chest worse, “Bye, Y/N!” Izuku smiled, almost too innocently, considering the raging war in your gut at the moment.

You smiled back-- a feeble attempt at masking the inner turmoil ravaging your insides. “Peace, bb,” you gave him a weak hug before gesturing him out of your home. You threw him one final smile before shutting the door. You instantly whipped your head back around the the blonde brat behind you, “What. The. Fuck!?”

“I already told you. I want to hang out.”

“Are you fucking allergic to texting or some shit??” you yelled, “You just waltz in like you own the damn place and demand me to ‘Ohhh ahhh wo-man! come with me, wo-man’,” you renacthed his prehistoric behavior. 

Bakugou felt his muscles tighten in response to your taunting. Your loud nature, mixed with the confrontational behavior was reminding him way too much of his own mother. He swore on his life that he would never end up with  a woman like her and yet, here he was standing in front of her fucking carbon copy. The thought made him sick as he groaned in frustration,

“Shitty hair was fucking wrong!” Bakugou spat, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion as he continued, “The last thing I want to do is hang out with a bitching hag like you!!”

Your jaw dropped, “Excuse me??” You have heard pretty much every other insult in the book hurdled at you, but ‘hag’ was never one of them. You laughed, “I wasn’t a hag when you fucked me all night, huh?!”

“Yeah? I don't know what was wrong with me then. You are way different when I am not pumped full of alcohol, apparently.”

Your laughter immediately ceased, “Whatever. you came up to me and confessed your love like a raging SIMP, and now all of a sudden I’m a bitch?

“Fuck! Well, I got to know you past a pretty, stupid, fucking face!”

You blinked in shock. The unfamiliar feeling of your heart sinking into the pit of your stomach overwhelmed you as hurt surrounded your face. Practically your entire life, being beautiful has been a mask of sorts for your overwhelming failures. Still, here this man was-- practically a stranger-- seeing past your facade, looking directly into the steaming pile of shit that you truly were. Your eyes suddenly became warm as tears filled them,

“Then why the fuck are you even here, asshole?? TO PISS ME OFF?” you shouted, throwing your hands by your side and clenching them so tightly that your nails dug into your skin.

“BECAUSE  I WANTED TO KNOW ALL OF YOU!” he screamed back. The shocking words fled out from under his harsh tone and stunned you as your brain processed them. You felt your fist unfurl a bit as he continued, “I wanted to know you. Good and bad. Bitchy and not. You're carrying my children… I want to know them,” he finished, almost defeated. This tell of emotion was obviously the last thing he wanted to be doing, you could tell.

Still, it meant a  lot for some reason that he felt that he could do this with you “Oh,” you breath out, unable to articulate much else.

“Oh?!” he angrily repeated. Bakugou felt his face shrivel in disgust. He just poured out his being to you once more for you to trample on it like a fucking gymnast mat. However, as Bakugou formed his mouth to say something else, you halted him,

“Go… have a seat,” you gestured to the couch, blinking the accumulating liquid in your eyes away. The blond could only shoot a lone eyebrow up in response, causing you to sigh in exasperation,  “Well, Are you just gonna stand there looking like that, or what?” he gave you one final scoff before making his way to one of your couches and seating himself comfortably, propping one of his feet on your coffee table as he glared at the non functioning television.

“Welcome, I guess. I am sure you’ll have no issue making yourself comfortable,” you deadpanned, eyeing his propped up legs,  “I’ll go make us some… tea?” you suggested , but no answer came from him, “Tea it is.”

You rolled your eyes before trudging away. You always loved green tea, but for some reason the smell had been killing you lately, so you opted for peppermint tea instead. It was inferior by, far, but it matched the inferior, pathetic life that you had adopted recently.

Jeez. How much self deprecation can you fit into one week? Would this have any effect on the babies? If so, they’d probably come out singing RnB or some shit in the maternity ward. They’d have already stressed dyed hair and an entire Tumblr dedicated to sad aesthetics before they reached their first birthday, for god's sake.  

You vehemently shook your head to once again get rid of the oncoming headache that snuck in with these disgusting thoughts, “So Kacchan!” you called out as you walked back to the living room, “What do you wanna know?”

“Don’t call me that,” he simply barked.

“What?”

“Don’t call me that name. I fucking hate it.”

You snorted and took a seat next to his glaring figure. You tried not to notice how he shifted further away from you as you sat down, “I am sure Deku disliked being called worthless his whole life too,” you smirked up at him, “I bet he fucking hated it.”

The atmosphere seemed to once more shift into a much heavier tone after your statement and the room fell quiet for a few beats. Bakugou’s small glare morphed into a much more forced one. It was as if he was trying to use the glare to hide another feeling, you noticed.

Finally, he spoke, “How much do you know.”

You tilted your head into another shrug, “Enough to know that you probably hate the fact that I am quirkless.”

His face contorted into one of pure disgust as the glareful mask he wore faded away like yesterday’s lunch.  “I don’t give a fuck,” he argued, but the look you sent him showed no sign of believing it. Bakugou’s disgust deepened, but he made sure to control it enough to where you didn't know that it was directed towards himself.

“Oh really? Let’s see if you can keep that same energy when one of your kids pops out without that flashy quirk of yours,” Of course his face fell, just as you suspected it would. Just like it had for multiple other men you had told.

Most men’s pride utterly shrivels into dust as soon as the pretty girl in front of them-- the one that they fantasize about having a dream life with-- ends up telling them that they are quirkless. As soon as the words fall out of your mouth, the men's dreamy gaze effectively shatters alongside their hopes and dreams concerning you.

Nobody wants to pass weakness onto their children.

“You know what? I think I’ll go first,” you snapped him out of the uncomfortable, uncharacteristic silence, and he gave you an irritated, questioning glance, “You wanted to play 20 questions with me, or whatever. No limitations, okay? And I have the first question for you,” you explained before sending him a challenging gaze, “How could someone so full of hate truly aspire to be a hero?”

You expected him to blow up at you-- to scream, and yell and argue that you were wrong.

Yet.

The slightly apologetic, yet stern look on his face threw you for an absolute loop, “I wanted to win.” he simply answered. Somehow his matter of a factness was worse for you than any furious defensive scenario you had conjured in your mind, but as you went to open your mouth with a roll of your eyes, he halted you,

“That was when I was younger, “ he sharply clarified, “I wanted to win more than anything. To be better than everyone else—and that hasn’t changed but there's more to it now. I have to protect the people I care about—like my idiot roommates—I want to make sure we all come home safe by the end of the night.”

Once again he had thrown you off with a surprisingly normal non-caveman response, “That was actually…”

“My turn,” Bakugou abruptly cut you off, “How many men the you fuck this past few months?”

Your jaw dropped. 

And back to Neanderthal you mother fucking guess! “Are you fucking kiddin—”

“You said no limitations,” he gruffly stated.

You bit your tongue and shot him a glare that could match his own before giving a sharp sigh, “Four during the last year. You were the last and the only one during the month I… conceived,” you swallowed as the word left a bitter taste in your mouth, “My turn. What about you?”

“What.”

“How many women the past year?”

“Why the hell does it matter?” Bakugou argued. Your eyes shot down to his body as it shifted around even further from you. From his body language you could tell that his answer was sure to be outrageously high.

He was an extremely attractive guy after all. Those rippling arms were nothing to fuck around with. His red hot eyes could melt steel beams with a passing glance. The chisel of his permanently hardened expression could slice through even the most secured of panties. 

Yes. and there was no denying that he was a sex god in his own right.

It also didn't help that his temperament sucked, so you doubted he had had many long term relationships. He had all of the ingredients of a man whore stirring within him.

“I’m just curious,” you shrugged.

Bakugou threw his glare away from you for a moment as he contemplated on whether or not to answer your stupid question. He had his own questions to ask you still so he guessed that he didn't really have a choice if he wanted his answers,“...One.”

Your jaw dropped, “Seriously?” as his face fell into a furious shade of red you were smacked with a sudden realization,

“Kacchan, did you... lose your virginity to m...?” He glared even further away from you, but you could still see his ears falling even deeper into red-- effectively giving you your answer, “Oh my…” he trailed off. No wonder he was so fucking head over heels for you! Through your discomfort a horribly timed joke flew past your lips, 

“You knocked her up on the first try huh? You’ve got some super swimmers,” you half laughed, but Bakugou obviously didn't find anything funny about it as he snarled angrily as you,

“Shut up!” he barked, throwing a pillow at you, “My turn. What’s up with you and that shitty Deku?”

The pillow hit you, but it was really his question that had smacked you in the face. Your chest thudded, and you prayed to whoever was listening that he couldn't see the racing of your heart, “He’s just a friend! A really good friend to me. Probably my first actual friend ever,” you said this as a joke, but obviously forgot who you were talking to.

“You didn’t make any in high school?” Bakugou’s face twisted up disbelievingly.

“Never went. Couldn’t afford the tuition...” now it was you who was uncomfortably shifting from him. 

“Your parents didn’t help you out?”

“Slow down there, buckaroo,” you laughed, but his face remained as stern as ever as you continued, “That’s like three questions In a row for you. My turn.”

Luckily he caught the hint and didn't press upon the subject any further.

Through the night, you found out a lot of things about him. He was actually younger than you by a few years at twenty years old. His parents were both fashion designers (probably the biggest fucking shock to you considering his choice of black shirts and flannels) and that he was working on making his own hero agency since he had already climbed up the ranks in Japan.

Your game, however, was cut short by the growling of your stomach.

Bakugou almost immediately stood up, surprising you as he walked to your kitchen. Well, you did say ‘make yourself at home’ but this was a little upfront wasn't it? He soon yelled to you from the kitchen as you sat in shock still, “What do you have to eat in this shit hole?!”

Shit hole? You glance around at the decorations and clean atmosphere that you pride yourself on. That jerk. Your house was not a shit hole! “You can eat shit if you want. I’m not hungry.”

“The hell are you talking about? I just heard your stomach growling.”

You shrugged, “Just indigestion. I get a lot of stomach issues with these things inside of me,” the sudden clanging of pots and pan in your kitchen startled you,  “What the hell are you doing??” you called out before marching to your kitchen.

You found him rummaging through your cabinets, stopping momentarily to judgmentally eye your still plentiful liquor cabinet for a moment before moving on, “You can starve yourself all you fucking want, but you're not fucking starving my kids.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his accusation, “I’m not starving.”

“You think I’m fucking blind?”

“I have to stay in shape for work. Just like you I am sure,” you walked up to him and grabbed a bicep for demonstration, but he quickly threw your hand away from him as his face fell into a bout of shock. He quickly regained himself,

“Whatever,” he grunted before swinging open your refrigerator.

“What are y—Hey!” you yelped as he began haphazardly throwing food onto one of your counters.

“Is all you have in here rabbit food? Jesus fucking Christ,” he ignored your cries and began throwing certain items together and heating up a pot of water.

You couldn't help but blink at the display. He seemed pretty natural in the kitchen and that in itself was unnatural considering his caveman persona, “You... cook?” you felt uneasy.

“You don’t?”

Honestly, your diet consisted of salads and ramen since you were 15, so cooking wasn't a necessity. You reluctantly shook your head at him.

He looked completely disappointed and disgusted with you but, hey, what else is new? Bakugou scoffed, “Well you’re gonna have to learn how now. Pay attention.”

You rolled your eyes at him. If you wanted fucking Gordon Ramsey bitching you around in the kitchen you would have clicked on that stupid ad that always popped up on your Youtube. Then again, Bakugou was more of a Guy Fieri with that spiky hair of his.

Whatever.

You guessed learning how to cook one meal wouldn't be too terrible,  

“What are you stirring the water for if you didn’t put anything in it yet?”

“It helps it heat up faster, idiot.”

“Do you actually throw the noodles on the wall to see if they’re finished?”

Bakugou threw you a frown, “If you’re a fucking dumbass,” he said, moving you aside as he began stirring a saucer filled with vegetables. He completely disregarded your yelp as he moved you as a parade of thoughts bombarded his mind.

He would have to come over more and keep you and his kids fed if you truly didn’t know how to cook. He scoffed and his stirring hand more slightly more erratically with frustration. What kind of grown woman didn't know how to cook pasta?

His thoughts were halted by a loud squelch that sounded through the air. He immediately threw his gaze up to the wall in front of his face and his expression fell at the sight. He growled, snapping his gaze back toward you by the pot of pasta, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” his furious glare danced between you and the wet noodle that stuck to the wall.

“I wanted to see if it would actually stick! Don’t get your balls in a twist, it was one noodle!”

“So damn wasteful,” Bakugou ground his teeth as he frustratedly scrapped the starchy pasta off of your wall. He opened his mouth to tell you just this, but immediately snapped it back shut as he felt something being thrown at his head, “that better not be what I think it is…” he snarled through his teeth as he eyed food dangling from one of the spines of his hair.

“Don’t worry, Kacchan. It’s not a worm,” you laughed, but your giddiness was soon cut off as a hot noodle was thrown back in your direction. You could only blink as it stuck itself on your nose.

“Hmph,” the corners of Bakugou’s lips slowly curled into a smirk, “It’s a good look on you, noodle face,” You laughed but once again was cut off. The brief sound of his laugh coinciding with your own shocked you.

His smile slowly died down as he caught wind of you gawking at him. He cleared his throat, “Are you done being a child? I’m ready to enjoy my good ass cooking.”

However, you didn't answer him as you once again found a smile creeping onto your face. He rolled his eyes and began making himself a plate of food, but he quickly grew tired of you smiling at him like some bimbo,

“What?!” He snapped, “You want another noodle to the face.”

You shook your head as you shuffled past him to serve yourself a plate, “No.. just you have a nice laugh.”

He scoffed, “That all you're eating?” he completely disregarded your comment but you decided to let it die too,

“I don’t see you with any food on your plate,” you shrugged, “I’d be more worried about yourself if I were you,” you winked at him before setting down at the table.

The night went pretty well after that. So well, in fact, that the two of you decided to have “parental meetings” every few days so that Bakugou could teach you how to cook. You ended up learning how to make 10 more dishes within the next three weeks.

Bakugou and you didn't exactly become close, but there were far less screaming matches than there had been in your first few meetings. You still didn't know him very well, but he wasn't necessarily a stranger anymore.

It was… nice.

The next check up came very quickly because of your lack of employment and your dates-- err um… “parental meetings” with Bakugou.

“Your twins should be about the size of avocados now! We’ll check again with a routine ultrasound. We do have the DNA tests in for you all so I’ll just go and run for those real quick.. well walk briskly. You don’t do an awful lot of running at my age.”

“I don’t do an awful lot of running now,” you joked, and Bakugou sent you a stern glare that screamed, ‘don’t encourage him.’ you shrugged as the doctor walked out of the room.

It was silent for what seemed like forever. You and Bakugou still weren't very good at sparking conversations, but eventually he spoke up as you laid back on the exam table, “You're really fucking showing now.”

You brows instantly came together, high fiving each other in your state of being roasted, “Thanks...” you deadpanned.

The look on your face sent a wave of hurt through the blond’s heart.

What the hell. It was like he felt your hurt. For the first time in a long time, Bakugou actually regretted his choice of words. He glared at the ground as he attempted to change the subject, “You’ve been eating, right?”

“How else Would I be sitting here, looking fat and talking to you, Kacchan.”

“I told you don’t call me that,” he paused, as if he were really considering his next statement, “Call me Katsuki,” he finally dragged out.

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, Kacchan.”

Just as Bakugou open his mouth the no doubt scream at you, Dr. Yamakawa entered the room, 

“Mama Bakugou! We have some really good news. Everything seems fine with the twins according to the DNA testing. One is a little small right now, but it’s completely normal for there to be a dominant twin so to speak. No genetic abnormalities or health concerns,” you saw Bakgou visibly stiffen at this before relaxing as the doctor continued, “’Cept for you.”

You shook your head, blinking heavily as if you’d just been punched in the brow, “Me?”

“You do have a concerning BMI—you tend to lean a little towards underweight. I understand you are in the profession of modeling correct,” he said very, curtly, “You need to add more calories to your daily intake. You wont need to ‘eat for three” as they say, but you do need to put on some substantial pounds or you will risk a premature birth..”

You had no fucking idea what to say to that. ‘Nice?’ ‘Cool beans.’ ‘fucking just give me the mother of the year award already!’ You felt your chest tighten and suddenly you realized you hadn't been breathing. You sucked in abruptly, causing the doctor to take a step towards you,

“You're looking a little flushed there, Mama Bakugou.”

“Well how else is she supposed to respond when you tell her like that, old man?!” Bakugou snapped, causing both you and the doctor to gawk at him. 

“Kacchan! What the fuck don’t talk to him like that, jerk!”

Bakugou scoffed, throwing his glare, much more pouty this time-- to the jar of cotton balls on the counter of the office.

“It wouldn't help either of you to sugar coat this, son,” the doctor sighed, “You have made it this far along in her pregnancy. Miscarriage is substantially less likely but if you want to give these babies a better chance, I’d suggest higher caloric intake.”

Needless to say, Bakugou did not leave the doctor's office that day a very pleasant man. He would angrily stalk ahead of you a for a few moments before pausing and grumbling about how ‘fucking slow’ you were as you caught up before the cycle would start all over again. You could only take this for so long, however,

“What!?” you yelled suddenly as the grumbling phase of his cycle began once more, “Will you stop fucking brooding already and speak your mind—”

He instantly snapped his face towards your own to stare into your eyes. You fumbled back a bit as the intense vermilion bore into you. You opened your mouth to speak but his serious expression exclaimed something before yours could,

“I wanna move in with you.”

You paused. You couldn't have fucking heard that right.

He… wants to...

“What…?” you mouthed.

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Love you writing and your sooo pretty like holly crap (god really do be picking favorites) ANYWAYS. Can you do a request with a reader that is super grumpy and clingy in the mornings please. Do it with what ever character you want I dont have a preference. Love you bby😘😘

Nishinoya Yuu x Needy & Grumpy S/O In The Morning 🤣

(slight NSFW)

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A/N: Awwwwww merci cherie, je taime aussi 💛 Whichever characters I want ahhh okieeee I did Noya here and I’ll probably do a part two with Toshi and a fluffy one with Hinata after I finish my reqs! Lmk if you’re feeling it!

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Noya:

At 8am, your bf woke up to a call from his best friend yelling at him to get his ass up

Noya told him to fuck off because his alarm was going to wake him up anyway, and Tanaka said ‘good’ and hung up

begrudgingly, Noya got up in your apartment while you were still asleep and dragged his feet into the attached bathroom to your bedroom to get ready and shower

Once his brain caught up with his actions he raced out of the bathroom to return to the bed just to kiss your sleeping figure on the cheek and lift the covers up a bit like he always does🥺

He took an extra second to stare at your beautiful sleeping face and he just did the sign of the cross and pointed to God because it is only by his grace that you shared a bed with him last night

Nishi turned on the shower in your en suite, leaving the door open because you said you love the way his body wash smells

A few minutes later, you woke up to the scent you love. You didn’t know why, but you were feeling upset and very needy (in more ways than one) this morning for absolutely no reason

All you knew was that you wanted your new bf of 2 weeks to make you feel better like he always does.

Not understanding why he’s up so early when he literally never wakes up before 1, you check your phone to check the date.

No! You smacked your bed sheets in dramatic anguish. Today is the day Nishi promised to meet Tanaka and Ennoshita all day to plan Hisashi’s big surprise birthday party. They were travelling to some beach house 2 hours away to see how it looks. Great.

Good for those man-children, you thought

They can all bite me tbh, you thought

So Ennoshita and Tanaka really think that they can just take your man away from you when you woke up moody for no reason all so they can get him to help them do something that’s completely fair? HOW DARE THEY!

They better think again!!!

Because you needed your man today, period

Noya was your boyfriend and you could swear Tanaka thought he was his sometimes

Well not really but that’s what the grumpy side of your mind told you this morning

You hear the pipe turn off and you hear your boyfriend get out of the shower and move around, doing God knows what in there but whatever it is he’s taking too long 😠

Sitting up on your butt in the darkness you looked around the dark room and then crossed your arms like a baby.

You yelled your boyfriends name.

Noya stumbled out the open bathroom door with his toothbrush and foam still in his mouth and his hair down.

“Ya, babe?”

He only had a towel wrapped around his wet torso and you liked it.

you glared at him for no reason.

“I don’t want you to go anywhere today.” You sneered.

He smirked because you looked so freaking cute. “Love, I told you already that I promised the guys that I would—“

“Let’s have sex instead, Noya. All day.” You stated: matter of fact.

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows raised so high they disappeared under his bangs. You’d only made love a handful of times and every time he wanted to go again you were dead asleep then one of you had to go, so hearing you say this was a lot for him to handle where ‘holding himself back’ was concerned.

Noya went back inside the bathroom and quickly finished brushing his teeth so you couldn’t see him from where you sat on the bed. In between spit and rinse he called out to you, “Don’t do this to me, Y/N. You’re not being fair saying something like that since you know the guys will kill me.”

Noya had already mentally fought down his morning wood today and the idea of having sex with you all day instead of being with his friends was like, all he ever wanted to do forever. Not that he didn’t love his friends—actually, he adored them and frankly spoiled them with his attention.... but the feeling of being inside your tight, wet, gripping walls????? There was no debate about it: it was the best feeling in the world.

Just then and as if he had implanted a microchip in his brain, Noya’s phone lit up with a second FaceTime call from his best friend Ryu. Noya dried his hand and swiped left to answer.

He immediately put his index finger to his lips as to say ‘be quiet’ because you were outside this bathroom.

Noya turned down the volume to a level only he could hear anyway, knowing how loud his friend was.

On the screen was Ryu and Ennoshita in the apartment the 3 boys shared. Ryu obviously propped the phone up on the wall so that Noya could see the two boys also brushing their teeth in their his & his bathroom.

As expected, Ryu yelled but it came out quietly through Yuu’s low volume, “NOYA, DO NOT LET Y/N SEDUCE YOU INTO STAYING. ONE HOT BABE IS NOT MORE IMPORTANT THAN OUR BOY FROM HIGH SCHOOL, MAN. AND I KNOW THAT BI—I MEAN THAT CHICK WILL TRY IT.”

Ennoshita was calm as usual, standing beside Tanaka. He asked him to rinse before he got toothpaste everywhere. “YN is pretty important too, Tanaka. That’s Noya’s new and first girlfriend, remember?” Ennoshita rolled his eyes as Tanaka spun in the air in exasperation.

“ENNOSHITA WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON DUUUDE ?!” Tanaka looked back at the camera. “Tell him, Noya. Tell him cause he wasn’t there. He didn’t see that night when Y/N walked in the bar and had all the guys buying her drinks. She just asked Noya once if he knew where the bathroom was and 💥 BAM. Noya was following her around like a sick puppy.”

Noya deadpanned. “That’s not true—“

it was totally true

“YOU CAN SAY ITS NOT TRUE ALL YOU WANT NOYA BUT THE TRUTH STILL REMAINS: HOT GIRLS ARE SIMULATIONALOUSLY THE MOST POWERFUL AND EVIL CREATURES IN THE WORLD.”

Ennoshita looked at him like wtf.... “Simulationalously?” Chikara rolled his eyes again. “You mean simultaneously.”

“WHATEVER, ‘DAD!’ YOU WIN THE SPELLING BEE TODAY ?!”

Noya opened his mouth to finally say something, but before he could he heard you call him from the bed.

“Oh Noyaaaa.....?”

Nishinoya heard your lovely voice coo him sexily, knowing he would clue in on your sexual innuendo.

“Crap. SEE ENNOSHITA?! SHE’S STARTING! NOYA — DO NOT GO! NO SEDUCTION ZONE, BRO!”

“Noyaaaaa baby?”

You cooed again, this time more playfully seductive.

Noya followed the sweet sound of your voice like he was in a trance, going to the edge of the door only as a precaution so that he could hear you better but not see you.

“Y-yes babe?” He asked shakily.

���I need your help with something baby....mmmm.” 🥺

With his phone still in his hand, Noya shut his eyes. His chest moved up and down noticeably as his breathing increased.

“Well damn.” Ennoshita finally looked at the camera now with wide eyes. “Is that Y/N? She even sounds hot.”

Noya opened one eye and nodded at his father-like friend.

Tanaka whined, “She’s hot as fuck, to be honest. Which is why she’s so powerful. Hey, give me your phone I’ll show you her Instagram.” Explained Tanaka. Ennoshita did and Tanaka pulled it up in a second, handing the phone back to his roommate.

After a second of scrolling Noya heard an, “Oh my God...” as Chikara ran a hand through his hair.

Tanaka nodded. “Yep! And that is exactly why we need to get our boy out of there safely before she engulfs him and turns him into her own personal robot! Before she realizes that she has him wrapped around her pretty little finger!” Tanaka pointed to Noya through the camera. “We have a party to plan, NOYA! I made an appointment with the venue and everything!”

Noya straightened his shoulders, agreeing completely with what his best friend was warning him of. “Right.” He finally whispered, determined now. “I double pinky swore that I’d be there.” Nishi nodded.

“Right! Exactly! That’s my Noya, my best buddy!”

“Noyaaaa.....I really need your help....”

Your slight moan that followed your call made Noya bite the knuckle of his index finger immediately to keep himself from running over to you because of how alluring your voice was.

On the phone, Tanaka spoke up: “Don’t go out there, man......”

Noya thought of something scary. “But Tanaka, my clothes are out there!”

Tanaka shook his head. “Who cares??! I’ll buy you new clothes. Just go downstairs and we will pick you up. Don’t look back just run. Just run—“

The three boys were silenced when they heard a loud moan coming from the bed. It was your moan that you raised your voice for, in hopes of that reaction precisely.

Noya couldn’t help himself anymore, he slowly peaked out from behind the bathroom door to see what you were doing.

And what you were doing should be downright illegal, as far as Noya or Tanaka were concerned.

What Noya saw was you laying on your bed, the sheets only up to your hip bones. You were only wearing a purple bra that had the straps falling off your gorgeous shoulders. Your eyes were closed as you were biting your lower lip. As much as Noya wanted to keep staring at your to-die-for rack and beautiful face, Noya’s eyes were glued to a movement however, which was you moving your hand in a steady rhythm under the sheets. Your hand was between your legs of course and you had a look of ecstasy on your face. Even though your lower half was completely covered by the sheets, it didn’t take a genius to know what you were doing.

The now-older second years on FaceTime couldn’t see anything from where Nishi held his phone but they sure could guess what was happening in that room from the look on Noya’s face!

“Mmmmmm.....yes.....”

After a minute of peeping, when Noya looked back at his phone screen all he could see was a closeup of Tanaka and Ennoshita’s ears because they clearly were desperate to hear more of his girlfriend’s antics. Your bf turned back to look at you when your voice mounted again.

“Oh Noya, I want it harder, baby, harder...”

Noya couldn’t feel his limbs. You made him so horny he was numb.

“This feels almost as good as the real thing, baby, but it’s not nearly enough......”

Noya screamed internally, feeling like he was at a crossroads. A crossroad where one side’s sign said ‘FRIENDS’ and the other sign said ‘REALLY? WE’RE PRETENDING YOU AINT COMIN’ THIS WAY? 😑’

As Noya stood at the metaphorical crossroads, you kept it up.

“Yes, Noya, I want the real thing.... I want it over and over again today.....As long as it’s the real—“

You broke your speech to moan.

“—As long as it’s the real thing, Noya. I want the real thing..... Mmmmmm Senpai—“

“Fuck!” Shouted Tanaka on Facetime as he slammed his fist on the counter in anger. “She fucking got him!”

Noya looked down at his phone and he could see his best friend cradling his head in his hands in defeat. Tanaka looked at Noya once and he knew it was game over. Ryu shook his head. “Just go, Noya. The hot chicks of the world win again for today. I’ll uh....I can reschedule our venue appointment.”

Noya started involuntarily bouncing as he looked at his friend from inside the bathroom. “A-are you guys s-su-sure bec-because I-I think I can st-still run out and—“

Getting irritated, you shouted at your boyfriend. Not knowing that your mad voice was a turn on for him too.

“Noya-senpai, If you come now I’ll do that thing you like with my tong—“

“COMINGG!!!!” Noya yelled as he tossed his towel and phone to the opposite end of the bathroom in a hurry. Take a guess where he went.

With the towel now over their vision, Tanaka and Ennoshita looked to and from eachother in awe.

“Soooooo.....does Y/N have any friends that look like her or..?”

Tanaka flicked his roommate on the head. “Shut up. Come on, you’re buying me breakfast.”

Ennoshita grimaced. “Why me?!”

“Because I’m really upset, Chikara. Duh! And you’re practically mine and Noya’s father!”

Ennoshita rolled his eyes for what felt like the 20th time that morning. “Alright.” He sighed, before hanging up the FaceTime call.

[adoringsteverogers]

Dad’s Wingman

For anonymous

Pairing: steve rogers x son!reader; steve rogers x sam wilson (fluff)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: mentions of death; descriptions of destroyed Sokovia; my terrible writing lmao

Request: Would you being willing to do a x son reader where Steve’s son low key ships him with Sam (and/)or bucky and tries to set them up on a date?? (((welcome to the community, you’re gonna do great, looveyouuuuubye)

A/N: yes, i was listening to Marvin Gaye while writing this

If you have an opinion to share, please stop by my inbox on your way out and leave there some feedback! Thank you!

You had been the adopted son of Steve since the attack of Sokovia where both your parents were killed and basically all your relatives got lost. You were only a terrified child among the ruins of your beloved city, your home which meant both safety and happiness to you. It was all crushed and destroyed, most of the buildings had collapsed, there were dead bodies everywhere and you only survived because you found a very good place to hide. When the chaos was over and you couldn’t hear the noises of the attack anymore, you came out to look around but a well-built body blocked your view. Captain America himself was standing in front of you and he enveloped you into a huge hug when you started crying desperately. At that moment, Steve knew he couldn’t leave you there but he also knew that you probably had nowhere safe to go. After long minutes of contemplating and thinking about all the possible scenarios, he decided to take you with them to somewhere safe and quiet: The Avengers compound. Some of them weren’t the happiest about his decision at first: after all, you were a foreigner’s child who could barely speak and understand English and they were afraid someone might be looking for you. But Steve made sure he could become your legal guardian and taught you everything you needed to know, starting with his mother tongue. He became your father and even though you could never forget about your biological parents, you loved Steve with all your heart. He had always made sure you had everything you needed and felt safe and happy because you soon had become his priority.

Ages had passed by since Steve found you among the ruins of your home town and you two had grown very close to each other. You never felt uncomfortable telling anything to your father and Steve shared most of his secrets with you as well, except the ones regarding work - which you, of course, never felt mad about. Your relationship was one of the best and closest in the compound and all the other Avengers loved listening to your father-son banter which would always end in uncontrollable laughter. Steve never failed to put a smile on your face, even on your worst days. He took great care of you, often paying so much attention to you that he forgot about himself. Your dad had always put everyone before himself, especially you, and you felt like you had to return the favour and make him care about himself for once. 

You’d been suspicious for quite a while, but you only became sure about what exactly was going on when you saw your dad’s facial expression after a long training session with Sam. The two parted ways after stepping out the door, Sam saying bye with a cheeky line, leaving Steve looking at his back with absolute heart-eyes. He kept it from everyone, including you but as always, you could see through him this time as well. You just simply smiled to yourself and acted casually when your dad walked up to you, asking if the book you were reading was interesting, so you started a conversation which lasted until Steve told you he would take a cold shower and return within minutes. You continued reading the chapter but you couldn’t concentrate on it properly. You’d been thinking about setting your dad up on a date with Sam for ages and you knew this was the time. You were almost sure about Sam’s feelings and now your dad couldn’t keep them a secret any longer, either. It was way too obvious.

So, when he returned with his slightly wet blonde hair, you just smirked at him and shut your book closed. Steve looked at you with raised eyebrows, getting concerned about what was going on with you when you continued grinning at him. You finally broke the silence with one simple question which had Steve become a blushing and stuttering mess.

“You have a crush on him, don’t you?”, you whispered, grin getting even wider with each passing second while you were waiting for your dad’s answer.

He just lowered his head before looking up at you shyly. You had to admit; it was quite fun seeing your dad like this. 

“Is it that obvious?”, Steve asked, his cheeks turning into an even deeper shade of red and at that moment, you knew the real Steve Rogers was standing in front of you in his absolute humanity and vulnerability, You have always felt lucky to have Captain America as your father, but having Steve Rogers as your dad made you the luckiest person alive.

You simply chuckled and looked your dad in the eyes. It was your time to give him a pep talk.

“Yeah, it is quite obvious. And it’s also obvious that he likes you back. I know you love bottling your feelings up, because you think that’s some kind of protection but you really gotta act on them this time”, so stated, getting serious all of a sudden and it made Steve realise you were right as well. After all, he had been getting some signals from Sam, but he thought it just Sam being Sam. He’d always been flirty and cheeky with everyone and Steve didn’t realise it was a bit more than that when it came to him. 

“Sooo… You think I should ask him out? On a date?”, he asked with raised eyebrows, clearly already overthinking this whole stuff. You just playfully rolled your eyes at your dad; even though he’d been alive for a hundred years, he was quite unexperienced at love and dating.

“Yeah, that’s what I was trying to say. Dad, just get your freaking shit together and ask him out! Sam’s not a beast, he’s not gonna bite you and I’m pretty sure he’s waiting for you to make a move finally.”

“Okay, first of all, language. Secondly, I might need some help with that”, Steve mumbled, lowering his eyes again, looking at his own son sheepishly. You simply smiled at how adorable he was: You did quite enjoy that you were helping your dad out this time and not the other way around. You were thinking for a few moments before coming up with an idea that you very proudly presented to your dad.

“So, both you and Sam like retro, especially when it comes to music, right? Well, there’s an awesome vinyl shop not too far from here. Maybe you could take him there, talk about music and preferences, stuff like that. Then maybe you could take him to a restaurant. Not too fancy though, Sam’s a simple guy. After that, you could walk around in a park or just the streets, talking a bit more or whatever you’d like.”

You saw Steve listening to all your words carefully and you couldn’t help but laugh at how much he was concentrating.

“Oh my God, dad. It’s just a date, you don’t have to get so nervous about it”, you tried to calm him while he was trying his absolute best not to stress too much about it. After all, Steve trusted you more than anyone, and if you said that Sam wouldn’t resist him, then probably you were right; you were a teenager with an exceptionally great sense for stuff like this.

Eventually, your dad nodded and you basically squealed when you hugged him tightly, already getting excited about the fact that your father was going to have a date. You helped him decide on what kind of clothes to wear and how to ask Sam out in the most natural way possible. When an hour later Steve knocked on your door and came in, actually glowing you knew it was a success. Steve even gave you a high-five, making your arm hurt all afternoon but there was no way you would ruin his happiness. He sat down on the floor with his back against your bed and you bombarded him with several questions, but all he did was blush and mumble. Eventually, you just let him be and started talking about something else, until you both decided it was time for dinner and a shower before going to sleep.

Next day, when the others asked you if you had seen Sam or Steve in the compound, you grinned at them and told them you had a secret to share but they couldn’t tell anyone. Natasha looked at you with raised eyebrows and demanded you to blurt it out, when you finally stood up and announced the breaking news.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s happening. These two are finally dating!”, you said, earning surprised and shocked ‘what’s and glares. You just smiled happily, not even hiding how proud of yourself you were. When the shock disappeared and everyone realised what was happening, they started cheering and clapping. Bucky even whistled before shaking his head, laughing.

“They truly needed your help, Y/N. Haven’t met anyone so oblivious as those two in my life.”

Natasha just smiled to herself, then turned to Wanda who looked at her with a wide smile. The whole compound was talking about your dad and his new Romeo and everyone seemed pretty happy that Steve had finally made a move. It was not a big secret that all the Avengers had shipped them since day one and you couldn’t blame them; they were basically meant for each other. They even started planning the wedding and you future siblings, so you just let them be and returned to your room, waiting for your dad to arrive home and tell you everything about his date. You made everyone promise to act like they know nothing when Steve and Sam would return, but you already knew there were no chance they would actually keep the secret.

They had been away for hours when you heard voices from under your window, so you quickly jumped there and looked down just in time to see Sam lean in and kiss your dad. Steve looked red and shy as he kissed back and you silently celebrated in your room, but you basically jumped in your father’s arms when he knocked on your door.

“Does this mean I have to dads now?”, you asked, smirking at Steve who simply laughed.

“I think so.”

[until-theend-oftheline]

In His Heart

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Sneakily avoiding to write Romanian. Sugarily sweet fluff.     

Word Count: 850

A/N: This is done for mine and Ida’s @sebs-potato 12 marvelous days of Christmas challenge and this is the eleventh prompt: Christmas Eve

It can be read as a stand alone for sure, but it also takes place within my Lifelong Love Letter universe. It’s 2012 and Seb and Y/N have been dating for a month.

Betaed by: @sebs-potato cause she stole the series. Sorta - thank you sooo much Ida.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Somehow Georgeta always managed to fill the apartment with family and friends every Christmas for as long as Sebastian could remember. He usually loved it but this year his thoughts were elsewhere.

Y/N had gone home to Nashville to spend Christmas with her mom and sister. It had been fine up until Sebastian had finished dinner. Now everyone was talking and laughing in small groups and all Sebastian could do was think of her, wishing she had been there with him. He had dated other girls before over Christmas, none of them had spent Christmas with him and he had never been this restless.

He tried to tell himself it was because the relationship was still new, even if they had known each other for a year now. Dating was new. He wanted to be with her all the time and this week had been though. He was thrilled when she yesterday had told him she had decided to fly back to New York a few days early. Only that didn’t keep him from missing her tonight.

“Call her.” Georgeta handed her son a beer, speaking to him in Romanian as she sat down next to him with a smile and Sebastian looked up with surprise written all over his face.

“What?” Sebastian answered her in his native language. He couldn’t have been that obvious, could he? Surely his mother hadn’t seen through him that easily.

“I’m sure she is missing you too,” Georgeta smiled, tenderly giving her son’s arm a squeeze. “She’s a sweet girl. She’s good for you.”

Sebastian blinked as he tried to process his mother’s words.

“We haven’t been dating for more than a few weeks Mom,” he tried to deflect her words. He didn’t want to show her how much they meant to him. He didn’t want to rush things with Y/N but his mother’s approval still meant the world to him. Especially with how deeply he cared about Y/N.

“If you say so,” Georgeta smiled, “they should be done with dinner too by now. Call her Sebastian.”

She gave him a stern look, disguised by a teasing smile as she got up to mingle with her guests. Sebastian stayed seated on the couch for a few moments, trying to collect himself. His thoughts running wild, trying to decide what next Christmas might be like and if she would be here with him. Sebastian couldn’t prevent a small smile from tugging at his lips at that thought. God, he hoped so. There was no denying that he loved her and had done so for way more than the month they had been dating.

He quietly got off the couch, heading out onto the balcony with the beer in his hand to light a smoke before fishing his phone from his pocket. He let his finger hover over her number for a few seconds before he pressed down. It didn’t ring more than a few times before her voice sounded and Sebastian’s face split into a huge smile.

“Hi, Seba. I was just about to call you,” she sounded happy, which made him smile even harder. He wanted her to be happy, even if he couldn’t be with her it made him feel better to know that she was having a good time.

“Hey, darling. I miss you,” Sebastian spoke truthfully as he sat down to listen to her tell him about her night before doing the same himself. They laughed and talked until Sebastian started to shiver. His teeth must have clattered because she stopped talking.

“Seb. Are you outside?” she asked, concern clear in her voice and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah. I wanted a moment alone with you,” he tried to charm her, but it didn’t work.

“Sebastian. You’re in New York. It’s December and we have been talking for an hour. Have you lost your mind?” she scolded, but the smile didn’t disappear from his face. She worried about him. She had before they were dating too, he knew that, but this felt different somehow. Good. It made him feel loved.

“I love you, Y/N/N.”

“I love you too Seba,” she sighed. “Just please get back inside. Call me tomorrow and I’ll be home on the 26th. Don’t get sick.”

“I won’t. I’ll pick you up at the airport,” he promised her and he could hear the smile return to her voice.

“You don’t have to do that Seba,” she insisted but also didn’t argue when Sebastian promised to be there again.

“Thank you, Bash. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Go get warm,” she ordered, making him smile even wider than he already did.

“I will. Merry Christmas, honey,” Sebastian loved how easily the small nicknames rolled off his tongue now.

“Merry Christmas, Seba. I love you,” she answered him, leaving him with a warm feeling as they said their goodbyes. Sebastian returned inside to be chastised by his mother for standing outside in the cold for so long and yet the smile never left his face. Y/N was finally his and he hoped she would be for a long time to come.

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20. Costumes

A/N: Sooo…maybe this is the beginning of a bunch of connected drabbles because when I was absently planning out what I might be able to do for the prompts I got a little story thread going. Ahead: some angst, some drama, and eventually some well-earned fluff. Also, I hope you like this one, but if not then stay tuned, I will do better. No joke I tried to write this two other times. I think I threw out about 2k words before I even wrote this beast >.>; Also also: thanks to the lovely people enjoying this/reblogging/liking/commenting. I’m still getting the hang of messaging on Tumblr but I’ll try to reply when/if I can. Writing these every day takes a large chunk of my time, so please forgive my lack of social graces <3

Words: 1758

Warnings: Crowley crushing on Reader. Use of a princess nickname but in a way that doesn’t necessarily denote the reader’s gender. (I hope. I’m trying real hard and will continue to do so.) Pining for Cas and mentions thereof but no actual Cas (gasp).

  “Phantom of the Opera” has lied to you.

So has “Labyrinth.”

Masquerade parties are dull as shit.

Case in point: you have found, through the under-appreciated art (Dean) of eavesdropping that this party is at least a third, if not half, attended by supernatural creatures, while the remainder are trust-fund (figurative) zombies. This should be an interesting fact, maybe a little anxiety-making, but you’re so fucking bored that you almost wish a vamp would jump you. At least then you’d get to do something other than itch under your mask, but no.

Your eyes skim over the crowd. You see Dean charming the hell out of two young socialites and the top of Sam’s head, but not who he’s talking to. You sit at a tall table and absently swirl the wine in your glass. It’s probably fine but at a party with such mixed clientele, you don’t tend to take chances with food and drink. Especially considering the people currently throwing the party…

“It is covered by angel warding,” Cas said.

“But this guy’s house is where those things came from?” Dean said, looking at the map.

“Did you not hear what I just said?” Cas was edging toward anger.

“That just means we need to check it out even more,” Dean said. “Rich asshole collecting monsters? Why?”

“Private zoo, apparently,” Sam cut in, tapping away on his laptop. “Charlie hacked into his emails, financial records…she’s still sifting through the info but get this: Hugo and Alex Ellison are brothers, inherited a fortune and are basically socialites. They throw parties and show off their money.”

Hugo and Alex haven’t been apart all night. They have a little posse up on a dais and they seem too concerned with their immediate little world to care about the party at large. Unfortunately, security is fairly tight so you also can’t get close enough to see what kind of monsters they are, or if they’re witches. Maybe demons. Because rando rich dudes don’t know the kind of things that make Cas sulk and pace outside.

You puff out some air. Can’t get to the high and mighty revelers, can’t go check a few of the ‘pets’ they brought along, can’t shoot silver into that handsy fucking dog that walked by you earlier. This is turning out to be a total waste of time and you’re about ready to throw in the towel and make a break for it.

You rest your elbow on the table and your head in the palm of your hand. You wish Cas could be here. Not really for protection, because you can handle yourself, but you think he would have looked good. Uncomfortable, but good. A nice fitted suit and bright blue eyes piercing out of an old, ornate mask. You smile at the thought.

Though, hell, even if you couldn’t have Cas looking all dapper, Gabriel would have been nice to have around. Say what you will about him, the guy knows how to make his own fun. Instead, you’re sitting at a table with a very drunk, pretty young redhead who looks like she’s either going to make an important existential observation or get sick all over the table. Both seem pretty repugnant to you right now but at least if she throws up you don’t have to fake politeness to excuse yourself.

“Hey…heeeeeey.” She smiles like she’s only just realized you’re there and you fake a smile back. “Have you seen the ami-al- the an-i-m-a-l-sss?” She giggles. “They’re wild.”

“I’ve heard about them.” Apparently some people –mostly drunk humans, and pretty boys and girls at that– have been chosen to go see the small selection the Ellisons have brought to the event. You’ve been hearing all sorts of animal parts and have sort of tuned it out.

“I only got to see, like, two before I got tossed out.” She pouts and holds up her silver bracelet. “I accidently…well, “accidentally” fell into that cutie Hugo. He fuh-reaked. How was I supposed to know he’s deathly allergic to silver?!”

Hugo is possibly a shifter. That’s interesting, and more than you’ve gotten otherwise. Huh. Satisfied with that tidbit, you smile politely and eye the crowd again for Sam and Dean. This might be enough to get you out of here.

“Hey.” She leans in closer and licks her lips as she eyes you. “What’d’you say we go slip off these masks…and maybe a little bit more?”

“No thank you,” you say and slide out of your seat. The woman, though, has a strong grip on your hand. Too strong, in your opinion, for someone who looks drunk enough to be a floppy noodle. She keeps her hand on yours and comes around the table to sidle up next to you. “Come on, Hunter,” she whispers and flashes her fangs at you. “We could have some fun, and you smell delectable…”

“Oh sweetheart, don’t lose your head,” you say with the sweetest smile you can muster. She snarls. “No sense of humor. Sorry, but that’s why it won't work out between us.”

She grips your hand tighter. “Eating the human guests is strongly discouraged but I bet I wouldn’t be–”

“Oh, hello Love.”

Can this night get worse? you ask yourself and for once you aren’t worried about jinxing yourself. The Monster Zoo somehow getting loose and running amok would actually improve things, in your opinion. You look at Crowley and his bodyguards but your exasperation only serves to make him smile wider. Of course.

“I’m sorry, love, but we’re busy,” Vampirella says.

“I wasn’t talking to you, leech,” Crowley says and looks at her with derision. He flits his hand. “Shoo.”

She growls, but leaves in a huff. You rub your now-sore hand but Crowley quickly steals it and purrs your name before pressing a kiss to it. “I always knew you’d clean up nicely.”

You always tried to be cordial in your dealings with the King of Hell but right now his flirtations are even more annoying than usual. “Crowley.”

“And what is my favorite little hunter doing in a place like this?” Crowley says and takes a seat next to you. You remain standing and keep skimming for Sam or Dean because fuck where are they?

“Just enjoying the atmosphere. And you?”

“Oh, accepting an invitation from a friend. Mingling. Networking. Saving a hunter from a vampire.” He smiles smugly at you. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

You narrow your eyes. “I can handle a–”

“My love I know you can, however, half the crowd is some form of “monster” themselves and the other half hasn’t even had a papercut.” Crowley sips his wine. “All of them are decidedly not on your side should you come back covered in blood.”

You roll your eyes. He has a point. Damn it. “Then thanks. For saving my outfit,” you grumble.

“You’re welcome. You do look quite fetching in it. Now, since you and I are both here and bored out of our respective skulls, fancy a dance?”

“Actually, I was just about to leave. Nice seeing you,” you say as you finally see Sam and Dean. Just as you take a step though you see that they’re being cornered by intimidating guys in suits. Who may or may not be human. Though…why go human when you can get stupidly strong demons or vampires to do the job for you? Your stomach drops.

“Moose and Squirrel have done it again, have they?” Crowley puts an arm around your waist. “You know…I could get them out of here.”

You glance at him. “In exchange for?”

“Oh, I love it when you get right to business,” Crowley says and overacts a shudder. Ew. “I’ll get your boys and you out. In exchange, you will be my date for the remainder of this dreadful party.”

The suited men (or somethings) are trying to drag Sam and Dean away. “For the rest of the party I will be your date. In return Sam, Dean, and I leave here, alive, our souls intact.”

“Let’s seal the deal then,” Crowley says. You try not to think too hard about it when you…ergh…kiss Crowley. It’s just business, it’s just business and God damn it Dean and Sam Winchester you two fucking owe me.

You pull away (and look away from Crowley’s self-satisfaction) and in the next second you’re in between the guards and Sam and Dean.

“Crowley?” Dean says and Sam hisses your name. You sigh and turn to them while Crowley schmoozes with the guards.

“I have to stay for a little while, but you two are leaving,” you whisper.

“The hell you are!” Dean says.

“Well, sort of. It is part of the deal she made to clean up your little mess,” Crowley says and wraps his arm back around you. “You can go hang out at Denny’s with your giraffe as far as I care. Your partner will be out at midnight.”

“Not a fucking ch–” Dean disappears mid-rant, as does Sam, and you jolt. The teleportation thing is something you never get used to.

“They’re with dear Castiel. Shall we have that dance now?” Crowley says and lifts a hand. You brace yourself for the next few hours, and accept it.

The party picks up a little bit and Crowley seems to enjoy having you on his arm, which is a weird thing that you can’t quite figure out, but you go along with it because that’s the deal. He also doesn’t seem to mind you’re otherwise crappy company, and you try to tune out when he talks about souls and deals, though he doesn’t make any while you’re around. You’re grateful for that, because you don’t want to make him get pissed and void the deal.

You’re feeling fairly tired by the last dance but all you can think of is getting home and crawling into bed. And of Cas. Crowley leads the dancing and you wonder what it would be like to dance with Cas. You’d have to figure out how to teach him but this seems easy enough. Cas in his suit and mask, holding your hand. Cas moving with you, moving closer to you…

“Such a shame, Cinderella; your carriage is about to be a pumpkin,” Crowley murmurs and kisses you, deeply. There’s no deal, no joke, and just as suddenly as it starts it stops and you find yourself outside on the street in a lightly drizzling rain, your flimsy coat over your shoulders, wondering what the fuck just happened.

[timelord-winchester-22b]

Big trouble in a small package

Sooo..... I spent a while on this one so I don’t think it’s my best and it doesn’t feel like it has a real ending. But then again I didn’t think Driving Lessons was my best and it appears to be everyone’s favourite sooo.....

This is from the request by anon for 90 “Catch me if you can!” with Eleven in which the Doctor takes the reader on a date for her birthday and she eats something weird and gets turned into a little kid. Well it was something along those lines but not, like, word for word. Anyway, here it be.

Word count: 2476

Allons-y!

(Alphie was kinda cameo-d so I had to put him here. Plus it was the best one of Eleven with a kid I could get)

“Come along, (Y/N)!” The Doctor called excitedly, tugging you along.

“Alright, alright” You laughed. “Geez, it’s my birthday and you’re the hyper one” You shook your head.

“I just want to make it cool for you” He insisted with a pout.

“It will be cool” You assured him. “I know it will be”

“Good, now come on, we’re almost there” The Doctor gave your hand another tug as you reached a rather fancy restaurant. You looked around in awe at the high ceilings that held not lights, but glowing stars and galaxies. It was certainly a different sight to the two suns outside. The place seemed to stretch on for miles and you weren’t fully sure you could see the back. The tables looked to be grown out of the ground the same as the roof supports were. You didn’t even notice the blue-skinned hostess leading you to a table until the Doctor began to lead you along, too caught up in admiring the place. The woman placed the menus down and gave the two of you a smile before leaving you be.

The Doctor pulled your seat out for you and you smiled and blushed slightly as sat down and let him push it in for you. It was only when he sat down across from you did you notice his incredibly smug smile.

“Cool?” He asked coyly. You laughed.

“Yeah, really cool” You agreed, getting a grin from him in return. You browsed your menu for a longer than you’d ever done, asking the Doctor what every item was. He was more than happy to explain, giving recommendations based on what he knew you liked from both Earth and intergalactic foods you’d tried. The meal was rather lovely and you found yourself quite enjoying the strange-looking substance that the Doctor convinced you to order. It was after desert that you began to feel rather strange. Like nothing you’d ever felt before. Like you’d eaten something that had gone bad but accompanied with a vague tingling all over your body.

“Are you alright (Y/N)?” The Doctor asked in a concerned tone, noticing your frown.

“Yeah… just feel a little off” You admitted. “Probably just not used to the food. I’m just gonna go to the bathroom” You told him. He nodded as you stood and headed to the closest bathroom. He waited patiently for five minutes and thirty-four seconds, knowing that human females sometimes took a lot of time in the bathroom. But he’d had so much else ready to show you. It was still your birthday and he had a mental list of things to do for you.

All those things disappeared from his mind though when he heard a scream. The Doctor jumped up immediately and ran towards the source without hesitation. People were standing and looking around all over the room, some also running towards the sound. His hearts skipped a beat when he noticed there was a crowd just outside the women’s bathroom. But the voice was so much younger, it couldn’t have been you… could it? He pushed his way to the front, stopping in shock at the sight he found when he got there.

The scream had come from a little girl who looked maybe four. She had silent tears streaming down her face and looked terrified at the number of adults surrounding her. She babbled something out, seeming to get frustrated as she tried to pronounce her words correctly, but no one understood what she was saying. The Doctor knew in any situation like this you’d be the one trying to get down to the girl’s level and seem less scary so you could ask her what was wrong. But there was no one beside the young girl. In fact, she screamed every time someone came near her. Then there was something else very obviously wrong. The girl wasn’t wearing any clothes, instead being draped in clothes far too big for her. Now the fact that she seemed to have your clothes held tight in her fists didn’t seem like much, until he noticed that the little girl looked just like you.

The child scanned the crowd with a small wail until her eyes landed on the Doctor. The wet (E/C) orbs widened as she found him and she held her hands out to him immediately.

“Dac-tah!” The child squealed, waving her arms around until he moved forward to kneel down in front of the girl.

“(Y/N)?” He asked hesitantly. The child gave a small nod, sniffing away her tears. There was no mistake, this child was you. And she was about to start crying again. The Doctor flailed a moment, unsure what to do in response to the tiny crumpled face and wobbly lip. He decided to pick you up, hoping that you would be calmer if he was closer to you. It seemed to work when adult-you was scared, and the four-year-old you shouldn’t be any different, right? He shushed you softly, bouncing you up and down like he’d done once before with his own children. The crowd was dispersing now, content that he was your caretaker and had found you alright. Though some were still shooting the two of you worried or sympathetic glances.

The Doctor looked down at you as you quietened, sniffing slightly.

“Now what could have caused this?” he wondered out loud. You blinked up at him, tilting your tiny head slightly. He found himself wondering why he’d not thought little you would be so cute. You seemed to realize something and started tugging on his collar, the closest piece of clothing in reach. You were babbling quickly and unintelligibly. He blinked at you, surprised. He could speak baby but this was the part he had trouble with. The point where children stop speaking baby and start speaking unintelligible adult languages.

“I- I don’t…” He shook his head slightly, making you lean forward and rest your head on his shoulder with a sigh, something he knew always meant you were becoming frustrated. You sat up suddenly, seeming to have some kind of idea. You shifted in his arms so he held you higher and managed to reach up to place a tiny hand over his cheek. He realized what you were doing, reading your surface thoughts with a frown until he realized exactly what had happened. The food.

The Doctor’s mind was hard to get into if he didn’t want you in there, and you knew he’d be keeping you out especially in your small form. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t feel his more prominent emotions. So when every thought you could reach darkened with anger you pulled back with a small squeak of surprise, nearly causing him to drop you. He steadied you quickly, keeping you from falling as he sighed.

“Alright, I guess we need to find some way to fix you then” He conceded. You gave a curt nod, babbling something along the lines of ‘you’d better hope so Spaceman’. With that, you let yourself fall forward on the Doctor’s chest with a soft thud and were out like a light. He blinked at you in surprise, knowing immediately you had fallen asleep. He let out a breath of relief, knowing for sure, especially with your personality and what he had heard of child you, that he’d be able to cure you a lot quicker if you were sleeping. Maybe, just maybe, you might sleep the whole time.

If only he could be so lucky.

Turns out, you never slept long. It was only an hour later when you woke up. By then he had managed to get you back to the Tardis and in bed in a modified version of your room. Same walls and bed but it was filled with toys and coloring books instead of your collection of alien artifacts and everything else you owned. He knew you wouldn’t be happy if you got older again and had broken half the things in your room.

The Doctor was in the library trying to figure out what would reverse the process when there was a crash from the other side of the room. He dropped the books in his hands and rasher over to find out what had happened. He frowned slightly when he found a pile of books had fallen off the shelf. He gathered them together and put them all back up on the shelf just as another crash caught his attention further back. He frowned again, quickly finding that another shelf was losing its books. He glanced around, confused until he saw you disappearing around one of the shelves from the corner of his eye.

The Doctor sighed, shaking his head as he moved silently around the other end of the shelf you were hiding behind. You were at the other end of the shelf facing away from him. The tiny pyjamas the Tardis had provided for him to dress you in were (F/C) with the pants dragging around your ankles and the sleeves hanging slightly off your wrists. After a moment you peeked around the corner, glancing around for the Doctor, who you’d thought was still on the other side. You turned back and squealed in surprise to find the man you were looking for right behind you. He kneeled down in front of you and placed both hands over your shoulders so you couldn’t run off just yet.

“I thought you were sleeping” The Doctor chastised gently.

“Sleepin’ is boring!” You told him.

“I’ve been telling you this for years and now you agree with me?” He asked in disbelief.

“Sleepin’ is boring” You repeated with a grin. “Les’ go somewhere cool”

“Afraid we can’t (Y/N)” He told you, hesitating slightly at your sudden pout. He gave no indication it changed anything however, as he knew you’d never let it go if you thought you were close to breaking him in any way. “Not with you as little as you are. You’ll get yourself hurt”

“But Doc-tah I’m bored” You whined, pouting at him once again. He frowned at your sad expression but shook his head again all the same.

“You can’t leave the Tardis” He declared firmly. “But your room is full of toys and I’m sure Sex- uh, the Tardis could put a movie on or something”

“Will you watch a movie with me Doc-tah?” You asked hopefully. The Doctor sighed again.

“(Y/N), I’m trying to work on fixing you right now” He tried to reason. “If you could just…”

“No!” You complained adamantly. “No fix! Watch movie!” The Doctor’s gaze fixed on a spot over your shoulder on the wall, as if he didn’t want to look you in the eye. You grinned, knowing that this was something he tried with grown up you. Whenever you pulled out the puppy-dog eyes he was instantly moments away from cracking and he seemed to think not looking at you would help. It never did. His eyes flickered back to you and you amped up your pleading pout.

“Alright, alright” He sighed, standing. “We’ll watch one movie together, then I’ll get back to work and you can play with something the Tardis can set up for you” You jumped up and down a moment, giggling happily with a few loud ‘yay’s, not missing the Doctor’s fond smile.

“But you gotta catch me first” You decided, running over to where he had his books lain out. He frowned suddenly as he turned to watch you.

“What?” He frowned, looking like he’d just realized you weren’t the angel you could pretend to be.

“You heard me! Catch me if you can!” With that, you turned and took off out the library door and down the hall. The Doctor followed immediately calling after you in fear that you’d get lost. You simply giggled, turning down another hall.

“(Y/N)! Hold on! Ow!”

You paused with a small frown, peeking back around the corner. The Doctor was currently stumbling about with a hand on his head, muttering to himself. You couldn’t help but giggle when you realised what had happened. He ran into the wall again. He turned quickly when he heard you laughing, spotting you just around the corner.

“Ha!” He cried, pointing to you like his finding you was a great accomplishment.

“Doc-tah, you know that wall has always been there. I don’t know why you have so much trouble with it” You told him in your best impression of your sarcastic, adult self. He paused before floundering a bit, eventually settling with glaring at you, which only made you giggle again to annoy him further.

“That’s it, you” He announced, scooping you up. You frowned, swinging your legs out in an effort to be put down. He flailed a moment and you thought he might drop you. On one hand, that was what you wanted, on the other hand, the Doctor was quite tall… You promptly ceased kicking but that threw him off almost as much as before. You grabbed at his jacket securely, huffing in annoyance.

“You’re gonna drop me” You complained.

“I would not” He shot back, staring down at you like he was offended.

“This is why I never let you hold that baby your friend had when we visited last week” You told him.

“Oh stop it” He huffed. “I can’t deal with this when you’re an adult. I don’t need to be sassed by a four-year-old”

“Yes you do” You shot back childishly, poking your tongue out for good measure. He stuck out his tongue back at you before placing you back down. The Doctor had managed to get you into another room that greatly resembled a large theatre room. You gaped at the huge screen a moment before looking back up at him.

“Come on then, movie, then you let me alone to work, deal?” He asked you, taking your hand to sit you down in one of the long rows of seats.

“Deal!” You agreed excitedly, jumping up. “Thank you Doc-tah!” You stood up on your seat to reach him properly as he sat beside you, wrapping small arms around his neck in the biggest hug you could currently manage. He chuckled and patted your back lightly in return.

“Your welcome (Y/N)” He responded as you sat back down. You grinned up at him and he laughed at the tiny curl that fell into your eyes. He’d never much thought about his companions as kids. But he knew he was going to have a good amount of trouble with you before you grew up again. All the same, should be good fun. He wrapped and arm over your small shoulders to pull you to his side as you called out a movie idea to the Tardis and the screen started up. Yeah, this could be fun.

[secondstartotheright-imagines]

True Love’s Kiss is a Powerful Thing.

Request from @blackenedlips: Reader was cashier in Gold shop during curse and they became inseparable friends, despite his rep; during this, Gold confides in her, telling her about Belle and son. Thus, when curse broke and Rumple reunites with Belle, reader steps away and ignores her crush; he assumes it's because he's the dark one, but she didn't actually care. When TL kiss didn't work on Belle to get memory back, he realizes his feelings has changed -- reader is his true love. He confronts her, which is where you come in?

Gold x Reader

Words: 2,643 (I am sooo sorry! I got carried away!)

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Gold had gone on his lunch break and given how picky he was with how he had his sandwich prepared at Granny’s diner it gave you the perfect amount of time to conceal yourself inside his shop properly. In all the time you had worked here you rarely went into the back of the shop, that was his domain, you much preferred it in the main area where you could speak to the customers that came in. You had made friends with many of the residents of Storybrooke but the owner of the shop you worked in, the man you were about to scare out of his wits, was the closest one you had made. It hadn’t been an expected friendship, not in the slightest, as you were two very different people but somehow you’d had a connection with the other from day one.

He didn’t have the best reputation but it never crossed your mind. You saw him differently….always had done.

As a mischievous smirk started to tug up on your lips you snuck into the back room, knowing that he wouldn’t expect for you to be in there, and hid yourself behind a rather odd-looking statue. You made a mental note to ask yourself what it was because right now it looked like something that would be the main focus of a horror film or something…..god you hoped he wouldn’t be too picky because the faster you got away from this thing the better. The way it made the hairs on your arms stand on end made you think that said horror movie was about to start playing out and you were the main protagonist in it.

The bell above the shop door sounded out, snapping you out of the rather anxious mindset you had started to head into.

“[y/n] are you in here?”

There was a hint of confusion in his words as he cautiously stepped through the shop and past the counter; it wasn’t like you to just disappear during a shift, not without mentioning something to him first. With a furrowed brow he settled the lunch he had bought for the two of you down onto the counter top where the register stood and wandered towards the curtain that separated the back room off from the shop floor.

“I really hope that this is one of yo-“

You didn’t wait long to jump out at him, in fact he had only just wrapped his fingers around the fabric of the curtain when you did it, but you didn’t make a sound until his body was completely in the room. Then, and only then, did you let out the loudest scream you could manage. Inevitably your sudden and unexpected action caused him to jump, a hand going directly for his chest as though to try and calm a racing heart, and when his mind finally caught up and allowed him to see that it was you a rather bemused look was thrown in your direction.

“[y/n] that was not funny.”

Maybe it wasn’t to him but for you the look that had been on his face for that first split second he had been quite genuinely terrified was the most amusing thing you had seen all week and despite an effort on your behalf to stop the laugh from erupting out of you that very sound soon filled the room as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled your friend into an apologetic hug.

“Sorry….I forgot that old men have weaker hearts….”

“Enough of the ‘old man’ you. I have a whole load of life left inside of me yet.”

Although the tone of his words sounded serious the smirk appearing on his lips said something else entirely as he returned the embrace you had pulled him into. The scent of his cologne filled your nostrils when you nuzzled your head into his chest and you couldn’t stop your heart from racing a little faster than it would usually. This man was all you ever seemed to think about at the moment, yes you had your ups and downs just as anyone else did, but at the end of the day you always knew he would be there for you……even if he did get a little too protective sometimes. His actions weren’t always ones you could agree on but he had your back and you had his….and most importantly of all he also had your heart.

He just didn’t know that yet as you hadn’t wanted to ruin the friendship you had by voicing your feelings and risking the chance that they may not be reciprocated. Without your friendship with him in your life this place would become rather miserable for you.

“I could have seen you as a threat [y/n], which means I could have hurt you, you remember our conversations yes?”

With a playful roll of your eyes you pulled away from him and made your way into the shop. He really was far too serious sometimes.

“Yes I remember them but come on…you really think anyone that dangerous would come here? This ‘saviour’ which you speak of hasn’t shown any sign of even coming here.”

“She will be here [y/n], it’s just a matter of time, and when she is here I need to make sure that I am there for Belle. I won’t be able to protect you as much as I would like to.”

You didn’t hear any of the words he had spoken after the name Belle came into the conversation. Although the only thing you wanted for your friend out of life was for him to be happy you couldn’t help the bitter feeling that spread through you each and every time he spoke of her. She was his true love which meant everything you felt for him would always be unrequited….you would never get your chance to be with him. The childish excitement that had once been running through you deflated as quickly as a balloon that had just had its knot untied.

A reaction that was more than evident on your face and caused some concern to wash over Gold’s as his brows furrowed.

“When she is back in my life as she should be you will still be my friend [y/n]. You have been incredibly kind towards me for a long time now. I won’t forget that – no one else here has offered to help me look for my son, something I will be forever grateful for.”

The smile that appeared on your face from his words was a genuine one but it didn’t hide the sadness you truly felt. His hand came to rest on your cheek and it sent a warm feeling through your entire body, causing your eyes to shut as you savoured his touch, you just wished you could feel him like this so much more often.

….Sadly his love was always going to belong to someone else.

                                           * * * * * * * * * *

The day Rumple had been so adamant would happen did….much to your disappointment.

You felt the shockwave of the curse being broken and your first reaction was to instantly turn and look towards the most important person in your life….an action of which you wished you hadn’t performed because all you were greeted with was his back as he swiftly left the shop….leaving you stood there all alone with the realisation that you had now lost him.

He was going to her. He was going to the love of his life and you were going to feel pain rip through your heart each and every time you saw them together. The look of love in his eyes that you had wanted aimed at you would be for another woman entirely….

….No. You couldn’t let yourself live through that. It wasn’t fair on you at all, and given that it would affect your work it wouldn’t be fine on him or his business either. There was only one other option; you were going to need to take a step back. You couldn’t destroy his happiness just because you had wanted him to love you.

So that was what you did.

It had been a whole fortnight since you had resigned from your job at Rumple’s shop and you could still see the hurt look that had been etched all over his face as you silently handed over the piece of paper…it had been burned into your mind so that even when you walked away he would still haunt your life. You couldn’t even understand why he was at all fazed by your actions, he had the love of his life after all, well….you assumed he had anyway as there had been nothing to tell you that anything negative had happened when he had gone to Belle.

As you lay on your back on your bed, eyes gazing up at the ceiling of your apartment, yet another notification came through on your phone. It had been like this for a number of days now…your phone would sound out non-stop and you would continue to ignore it. You didn’t need to look at the screen to know who it was because he had even come knocking on your door to try and get a response out of you, which also failed much to his annoyance.

It probably wasn’t the best way to handle this and you should have taken his feelings into consideration too but at the time you could feel your heart breaking and all that mattered to you was getting away from the very person that was causing it before he noticed what was going on. Last thing you needed was someone’s sympathy.

You were about to turn onto your side, cocoon yourself inside the blankets on your bed, when a ‘whoosh’ sound filled the air around you and instantly had you bolting upright just in time to see a cloud of smoke dissipate and leave behind in its wake the very man you had been trying so hard to avoid.

“R-Rumple? What the hell?!”

There was a stern expression on his face as he wandered over to the end of your bed and placed both of his hands onto the metal frame so that he could lean a little closer to you.

“You left me no choice [y/n]. You haven’t been answering any of my calls, texts, or even the door when I have come here…..”

“Guessing you didn’t really deduce as to why that might be considering you have decided to invade my personal space.”

You hadn’t meant for your words to come across so harshly but you really didn’t want to be hearing about how happy he was now that he had Belle back in his life. It was a sore subject for you and you were just beginning to lose that ache in your heart….you didn’t need it back again.

“Don’t treat me like a fool. I have known you long enough now to be more than aware when you aren’t acting yourself. Why have you removed yourself from my life?”

You threw your legs over the side of your bed before bringing your feet down onto the floor gently. You didn’t leave your bed completely but it was enough that you didn’t have to look him in the eyes as you spoke.

“It doesn’t matter. Look….just go back to Belle okay…you don’t want to be wasting your time here with me when you could be living out your happy ending with the woman you love.”

“That’s what I have been trying to contact you for [y/n]. The kiss didn’t work.”

Those last four words grabbed your attention immediately and you almost gave yourself whiplash with the speed in which you turned your head around to face him. Confusion was rife on your face. How was such a scenario even possible? True love’s kiss was supposed to conquer any curse.

“But….but that….that’s not possible. She is your one true love. You told me so yourself.”

“Well, dearie, it would seem that things have changed quite dramatically.” He moved around your bed until he was stood directly in front of you and he placed a hand underneath your chin so that he could move your head to be looking at him. His touch sent that all too familiar feeling through you, one you had become so good at hiding, but something stopped your resolve this time and instead of hiding your reaction an audible gasp escaped your lips. “At first when you left I feared it was because of my past, because of who I truly am, but it was a thought I should never have even allowed into my mind because I know you [y/n]. I have told you the darkest parts of my life and you have never so much as flinched away from me.”

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as your heart raced inside of your chest, your palms beginning to sweat a little from the wave of emotions that was coursing through your whole body, and before you knew it you found yourself biting down onto your bottom lip as a whole new sensation began to consume you…..sheer passion and lust for the man before you, his words managing to hit the right spot every time he spoke.

“You made me laugh when it was the last thing I wanted to do and most importantly of all you made me realise that someone could truly care for me despite the fact that I am not a goody two shoes hero.”

Your mind was still trying to catch up with this whole situation because it was only moments before now that you had been so convinced he was happy with Belle and yet now he was stood here, so very close to you, talking to you as thought you were the one he lo-no……he couldn’t. There was no way he felt the way you did for him.

“Rumple what are you saying?”

A smile tugged up at his lips at your feigned naivety. He knew that you had an inkling as to what was happening here; the whole time he had known you he hadn’t been completely blind, he had seen how you were around him and although back then he had thought nothing of it because of Belle the moment the kiss he bestowed upon her didn’t work he realised instantly why.

His true love’s kiss was supposed to be with you.

Without even bothering to answer your question with words he closed in on you instead until his lips crashed down against yours in a hungry and passionate kiss. Not even a second had passed before the wave of air hit the two of you, spreading out across the room you were in, and your heart pounded away as you let a small moan travel into the kiss that he had started. It was a scenario you had only ever dreamed so to have it truly playing out here and now was intoxicating. You could already feel yourself floating up to cloud nine as you deepened the kiss.

“Does that answer your question?”

His voice vibrated against your lips as he pulled away from the kiss and let his eyes look upon the reaction he had brought out in you.

“I….I think it does.”

There was no coherent thought in your mind right now, you were still reeling from the kiss, and it was taking a while to truly comprehend the fact that after so long you finally had the man you had craved for. You had your own happy ending and he now had his too. You couldn’t have been any happier and you showed this when you lunged towards him and captured his lips once more.

He was finally yours…..and you were finally his.

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[peach-the-owl]

Dude. Your child of the nein stuff is sooo fucking good!! It gives me those good wholesome feels! If I could request 24, 26, and 63 with Caleb's kid? Like a little angry but ends really fluffy? Thank you and have a good day!

One angry, traumatized wizard and small, innocent child coming right up. Also have a good day too 😁

Playing With Fire

Child of the Nein (Caleb & Child!Reader)

24- I’m sorry, 26- What you did was stupid, 63- Have you lost your mind?

By now Caleb has taught you 4 spells, which you have written down in your little notebook/spell book he gave you. These spells consist of Disguise Self, Message, Feather Fall, and of course Dancing Lights, nothing crazy and defiantly nothing dangerous. You wanted to learn how to make fire like Caleb could, though he’d always seem to have something else to do and avoid that conversation entirely. You thought about figuring it out by yourself, you’ve seen Caleb preforme fire spells enough to know how to replicate it, right? You walk to a nice open area to start practicing, after many attempts with nothing happening you decide stop for today and try again tomorrow, noticing that it was getting late.

"And where have you been?" Caleb asks once you make it to your little camping area.

"I was practicing!" You stat happily, pointing in the direction you came from. "See there’s an open area just past these trees."

"I’m glad to see you working on your spells, but please tell me next time before wander off."

"Okay, I will." You smile and sit next to him as he lights the campfire, listening to the soft crackling sounds. The evening turns to a peaceful night and everyone was fast asleep, well everyone aside from Yasha taking first watch and yourself as you just couldn’t seem to doze off. You carefully shimmy out of your tent and watch the flames of the campfire flare and crackle, this got you thinking that maybe if you had some actual fire you could practice with it better and get the results you're looking for. You find a nice sturdy stick and head over to the fire to light it, Yasha gives you a confused look.

"I gotta go bathroom." You give a quick excuse and point to where you were going so she wouldn’t be suspicious. Yasha just nods and looks away awkwardly. You head for the clearing you found earlier, when you reach it you jam the stick into the ground so it’d stay stationary and not burn the grass. You try focusing on your little torch to see if there was some strange secret to how this all worked. The longer you stared the more the flames seemed to curl and dance around each other, something felt familiar albeit faint about watching the fires movements, you felt entranced. The world around you seemed to disappear as this strange, silent siren drew you in closer, after all you’ve seen Caleb have flames around his hands before, maybe if you did too it’d all make sense. You slowly reach out your hand edging it closer and closer to the flames, you can feel its warmth now all you have to do is grasp it. Before you make contact with the flame your hand is snatched away from it, breaking you from your little trance. Looking up you see both a concerned and very angry Caleb.

"What do you think you’re doing!? Have you lost your mind?" You open your mouth to try and say something but nothing comes out. "You are just lucky Yasha informed me of your whereabouts."

"I-I’m sorry." It came out quiet, almost none existent.

"Do you have any idea what you were doing, because it looked to me like what you did was stupid! I thought I taught you better then that."

"I’m sorry." Again it came out quiet, you genuinely not know what you did wrong.

"If I hadn’t of shown up just now you could’ve gotten hurt or worse-" He starts rambling off in Zemnian, speaking too fast for you to catch everything he’s saying but could tell he wasn’t happy based on his tone of voice.

"I’m sorry." You were sounding like a broken record now, just repeating that you were sorry over and over and over again, still not knowing what you did wrong but unable to find anything else to say. Tears fell down you face, you trying to wipe them with your free arm only to have more take their place. By now Caleb's grip on your other arm was starting you hurt a little, you pull away on instinct, giving a small noise of pain. Upon hearing your distress Caleb stops his scolding and looks at you, seeing the tears framing your small face causes his expression to soften a bit as he gently releases your arm.

"Kleiner?" His voice now softer, wavers with worry as he kneels down to your height.

"I-I just wanted to do magic like you." You say, still trying to rub the tears away with both hands free now. You hear him sigh before shifting so you can look at him properly, using his thumbs to catch some stray tears.

"I know I can make it look easy, but it’s taken years of practice to master those kinds of spells. Even now I’m still not completely confident when I do. You have to remember that fire is not a toy you can simply play with, it is unpredictable and dangerous if used improperly. Believe me… I know." He turns away for a second, a pained look on his face. You reach up and place a hand on his cheek, he looks back at you and you give him a small smile before moving your hand back to your side. He returns the gesture. "You are important to me, and the last thing I ever want to see is you getting burned. Promise me you’ll never do this again."

"I promise."

"If you are still interested in trying your hand at a new spell, I could show you how to cast Gift of Alacrity. It’ll take some time to learn so we'll have to save that for tomorrow." You give a nod and he gets up, the both of you heading back to camp for some much needed sleep.