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sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare · 2 years ago

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A Poet Could Not But Be Gay—part 1

Pairing: Ellie Williams x f!reader

summary: It's your first day of a new semester and you don't know anyone in your class... That is until a beautiful stranger introduces herself to you.

warnings: mutual pining, college!au, reader has no rizz, anxiety, English class

a/n: MDNI, please! I'm so fucking nervous about writing this. I've written headcanons before (which no one will ever lay their eyes on) and now I wanna writing a whole fic??? Also, the outfits are ones that I would wear if I had the money :) By the way, the title is from my favourite poem in the entire world and I just thought it fit perfectly.

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Waking up from a fitful sleep, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. First day of this hopefully decent semester, you thought, you fucking got this! Your therapist had suggested that you should start the day with positive affirmations and you were determined to make her proud, even if they were slightly aggressive.

You walked over to your closet, looking at the array of colours and fabrics. You had always loved clothes; it had always been such a fun way to express yourself. You liked your outfit to compliment the weather so, given that today was a warm and breezy day, you decided to go with something flowy. Which colour would go with the green of the unmowed grass, the vibrant blue of the cloudless sky, or the yellow of the overgrowing but (let's face it) charming dandelions?

You had to choose a lilac dress with which you paired plain white sneakers.

By the time you were done admiring yourself in the mirror and repeating variations of "hottie alert" and "is it hot in here or is it just me", you were almost late to leave. You quickly double-checked that you had all your supplies in your bag and grabbed a granola bar before bolting out of your apartment.

You got to school early enough to find your class. It wasn't your first semester here but these halls were like a labyrinth and you didn't want to be late.

After that class, you were able to get to the next one 10 minutes early. Some might say you were too early but you were eager to start this course: 18th Century Poetry. You had fallen in love with Romantic poetry in your first year of university and you wanted to read every word the era had to offer.

The minutes rolled by and you leaned against the wall bouncing your leg in anticipation. With only 3 minutes to spare, a tall, beautiful girl sat next to you with a polite smile. You smiled back, the smell of lavender shampoo hitting you as she turned her head toward the front of the class. Letting your gaze roam across her face, you noticed the countless freckles that kissed her nose and cheeks which were slightly covered by the stray strands of auburn hair. You repressed a smile when she sniffled, making her nose crinkle for a second. You let yourself look lower but became flustered at the sight of her perfect lips and quickly looked lower. You then noticed a tattoo peeking from underneath the flannel she'd rolled up to her mid-forearm.

The things she could do to me... you thought, lost in the sight of her. It was then that she moved her head slightly and you could see a small smirk. Shit! Did I fucking say that out loud dammit I'm gonna have to drop this class if she heard that!

While you were mentally cursing yourself, you still had not taken your eyes off her so she interrupted your thoughts. "You know, it's rude to stare," she said, amused, turning her head completely towards you now with a growing smirk.

"Uh yeah! Sorry," you started, "I just... uh... I hadn't expected anyone to sit there and then you sat there, obviously 'cause you're here, and so you caught me off guard and uh..." you were scrambling for something, anything to say for her to not think you were a weird creep. "Uh — Oh! I was just admiring your tattoo! It's really pretty." You smiled, hoping she wouldn't notice the burning blush forming on your face and neck.

She chuckled, looking down at her arm. God, I could listen to that sound forever.

"What, this old thing?" she replied, tracing the lines of the ink on her skin.

"It's beautiful. And it's really well done," you told her, your hand going to touch the leaves. Luckily, you caught yourself before she noticed. Embarrassing yourself once in front of this girl was enough for you today. "How long have you had it?" you asked her, desperate to keep talking to her despite your fear of what may come out of your mouth.

She looked up at you, letting you see the plethora of green in her eyes, "I got it a few years back. Decided I wanted something nice to look at instead of..." she trailed off. "Anyway, what about yours?" she asked.

You looked down at your own arm, mirroring her previous actions and feeling the bumpiness of a recent tattoo. "It's, uh..." you giggled nervously, "It's a few months old." you managed.

The girl reached up and traced the heart submerged in daffodils on your arm. You tensed, feeling a delicious burn that followed her fingers. You were desperately trying to control your increasing heartbeat when she asked, "Why daffodils?" She looked into your eyes with genuine curiosity. No one had ever been this curious about you after a few minutes of talking! You were enamoured with this girl and you didn't even know her name.

"It's what I imagine my favourite poem looks like." She looked on, encouraging you to say more. "I fell in love with Romantic poetry, but I specifically loved this poem so I thought, 'fuck it' and slapped it onto my arm," you replied.

She looked as though she was deep in thought and opened her mouth to respond when your professor started the lesson. Your head snapped to the front, but from the corner of your eye, you could see her look at you for a few more seconds before she focused her attention on the professor.

Toward the end of the lesson, she shifted closer to you and slid a small piece of paper across the desk. You picked it up and read, I'm Ellie btw you bit the insides of your cheeks to suppress your growing smile, and your heart fluttered when you saw the (; she had drawn at the bottom of the paper. That's just a normal smiley face. Don't read too much into it. A lot of people draw winking smiley faces; it's normal! Ah fuck I've been staring at it for too long she's gonna think I'm a freak.

With that, you ripped the corner off of a page in your notebook and started writing your own name. That was the easy part; the hard part would be deciding what to draw next to it. A star? No that was too basic. Definitely not a peace sign. A smiley face was out of the question. You wouldn't copy her. You decided on a simple, five-petalled flower.

By the time you were done, you saw her stand up and realized the class had been dismissed. You quickly stood up, tapped her shoulder, and gave her your scrap of paper without a word. She smiled as she read it and finally said, "Nice to meet you y/n," as she extended her hand.

You let out a small laugh, your shaking hand meeting her soft one, "Nice to meet you too Ellie."

You stood there for a few seconds when you both realized how awkward this was. She pulled her hand away first and said, "Well, um, I'll see you next class, y/n. This was fun!" She was already walking away.

"Yeah, for sure, Ellie!" your smile faltered at the space she'd created, "See you later!" And she was gone.

Later that night, you were video chatting with your best friend, telling her about everything that hat happened in your second class, "... and then we shook hands, Taylor! Like what the fuck! That's so weird but it was so perfect." you drew out the last word.

Taylor laughed and squealed at you. "Dude that's straight out of a movie! Are you kidding me! What's her last name, I wanna see what this girl looks like."

You groaned, "She didn't give me a last name. I have to wait for Wednesday to see her perfect face again!" Just then, you heard a ding from your laptop where your long-forgotten homework was still open. "Great, I just got an email from my poetry prof 'cause she forgot to tell us about a 'small 500-word paper' due next class, fuck me."

"That sounds riveting. I'll leave you to your super fun homework. I have a supper to get ready for anyway but I'll see you tomorrow!" You said your goodbyes and an hour later you were halfway done with your work.

Ugh, I have no energy to do this bullshit. If only I could see Ellie, I might have some motivation to keep going. Even just thinking her name summoned butterflies in your belly. The butterflies are at fault for what happened next.

You pulled up the email your prof had sent an hour ago and clicked on recipients. The thing you loved about older profs was their inexperience with technology. Someone younger would hide the recipients, but this woman did no such thing. How many Ellies could there be in this class? you thought.

As it turns out, there were two, Ellie Burke and Ellie Williams. You opened Facebook and started looking. You had no luck with Burke, unless your Ellie was a middle-aged woman or a short blonde, so you started typing Williams. That's when you saw a picture of the charming girl you had met earlier that day. Her face was sunkissed, her hair was wispy, and she was standing outside next to a tall, bearded man. They were both laughing at something beyond the camera and you couldn't help but smile with them.

You clicked on her profile and scrolled through endless pictures of her. There was even the occasional picture of a drawing. You looked at her most recent one. It looked like space ripping through the paper. Endless nothingness trying to spread across a finite page.

You were so enthralled by its beauty you had forgotten it was Ellie's until after you pressed like. Fuck you quickly clicked again to erase your like. Will she get the notification? It was only a few seconds. Who even checks Facebook anymore? Her notifications are probably off, right?

Your thoughts were interrupted by an incoming message on your phone. You picked it up swiftly needing Taylor to help you through your spiral but you saw someone else's name instead.

Ellie Williams: Hey stalker (;

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Part 2 Part 3

art by Gtuckster on DeviantArt

a/n: wtf I thought I knew where this was going and I must have blacked out 'cause I deviated a little. whoops. There will be more talking between the reader and Ellie but I wanted to make it as organic as possible and not rush things. I have a rough plan of where I want the story to go so pls lemme know what you'd like to see in the next part. I'm excited to see what y'all think!!

tag: @lonelyfooryouonly

#tlou #tlou 2 #the last of us #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #fluff #I'm so nervous that no one will like this

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leucoratia · 3 years ago

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Chanting "Avpol, Avpol, AVPOL!!" The potential! The romance! The hilarious pinning we should have seen from jean! Love it all, why couldn't they be Happy!?!

A/N/: efbcdfeshdlqhfuesgfuegujks LITERALLY they are my favourite dynamic in part 3 like UM???? The disaster gay and the calm and collected gay who is secretly as unhinged as his partner I-

Secretly very happy to finally get jojo-related asks because it's my current hyperfixation so thank you anon for indulging me- This post is a literal pamphlet I'm so sorry but I had a lot to say about my boys.

-Warnings: I know you wanted fluff but I couln't resist a LITTLE angst because well I mean these boys have so much trauma-. Mentions of Caejose and Jotakak.

My avpol headcanons under the cut!

Jean-Pierre Polnareff in Avpol Hcs:

-To kick things off I personally HC Polnareff as a female-leaning bisexual and prone to flings, so when I tell you this man is down BAD for Muhammad-

-Polnareff is more of a sub, so he likes broad, big powerful men to take care of him. He's a very needy partner.

-When they met for the first time, Polnareff instantly knew one thing in his little fleshbud-possessed brain: he wanted to know what was going on behind that iron diaper.

-He was true to his physical attraction to Muhammad from the get-go, but oh boy realizing he had a CRUSH??? No. No no no. This man is going to be oblivious until someone explains to him mathematically why his stomach is doing little flips and why his brain is freezing every time he sees him smile.

-Kakyoin would probably the one to tell him. It would go down like

-Kakyoin: *eyes darting back and forth between Avdol, doubled down in laughter over something Joseph said; and Polnareff, eyes locked on the Egyptian seemingly lost in thought while his lips part in a slight smile* ... you like him huh?

-Polnareff would abruptly snap out of his reverie, probably lose balance from shock and fall on his ass while denying Kakyoin's words in a stammering voice.

-With enough coaxing, Polnareff might not vocally admit to the young man that he has a teeny tiny crush on the fortune teller; but mentally...oh boy. His brain is running around in his skull absolutely unhinged, panicked over the fact that "oh god I'm in love with Muhammad, I'm in love with Muhammad; what am I gonna do- I have to court him properly- should I buy flowers? Chocolates? Write a serenade? Oh mon Dieu does he even like men-"

-Prepare for him to be an absolute mess. He tries to keep composure but you know how he is, it's so hard not to get lost in Muhammad's golden eyes.

-Muhammad was talking to him and Jean-Pierre is trying so, so hard to focus on the conversation but the man's eyes are so sunny, his neck so broad yet infinitely delicate, his hands so rough and yet so soft, his voice velvety and deep and- oh god he forgot what they were talking about.

-He would have all those little attention because well, he does come from the self-proclaimed country of romance and intends to honour his nation.

-His love language would be acts of service and words of affirmation. Muhammad doesn't realize it, but he is being absolutely DROWNED in little gestures and compliments. He's the only one of the crusaders to be oblivious about it actually. Joseph reminisces on his younger days (and flirting with Caesar), Kakyoin saw it coming and Jotaro yare-yare-dazes his way out of it.

-Polnareff would have the most romantic and elaborate declaration of loved planned out, he would have written a speech that he knows by heart and rehearses every night in front of the mirror; but he would NEVER dare to make the first move. I mean is Avdol even into guys and what if he doesn’t like him and-

-Definitely cries himself to sleep about it.

Muhammad Avdol in Avpol Hcs:

-In my own little brain word Avdol is a demi sex/ro gay so feeling anything remotely close to romance for Polnareff is going to take a loooong while.

-He noticed how Polnareff is acting around him, but brushes it off as Polnareff being his usual extra self. Such good bros.

-He doesn't have a specific type, since he's well...demi as fuck. So he only has so much experience (meaning none). But I feel like he would be attracted to men with a similar build as himself. He wants someone strong, but that he can still take care of. He's the mature adult of the relationship (or is he? Who am I kidding he's chaotic as hell).

-Avdol considers Polnareff his best friend amongst the crusaders (and possibly amongst everyone else). Sure, he knew Joseph for longer, but their relationship is more work-coded even though they get along great. It's just...easier with someone his age (friendly reminder that Muhammad is only in his late 20's, I hc him as being 25 while Jean-Pierre is canonically 22 in part 3). So while the Frenchman is fretting all over him and acting like a bashful schoolgirl, Avdol would consider their relationship as a close friendship more than anything else at first.

-Avdol deeply appreciates Polnareff's chaotic, outgoing and friendly personality. It helps him let loose a little, and slip out of his serious and collected guy persona (e: the pissing incident).

-He's the only one he can show this side of him to really. He has to stay calm for the kids and provide counsel to Joseph, who's prone to being all over the place. It's...nice. To be himself for once.

-Falling in love with Jean-Pierre happens...almost naturally. It's a slippery slope he happily goes down.

-First they travel together. Then they almost die together. They heal together. They struggle with their trauma together. Then they live together. And after a year or two, they love each other together.

-Muhammad would be at peace with his feelings. It made sense, in a way. He couldn't have fallen for anyone else than him.

-At this point in their relationship, they've both tackled more intimate and private topics in their conversations. Muhammad talked about his childhood in Cairo. Jean-Pierre told him about Sherry. Avdol opened up to him about growing up gay in the Islamic part of the Egyptian capital. Polnareff shared how loving men and women in the 70's, especially in the very homophobic french countryside, was extremely hard to make peace with. They understand and know each other like no one else before them.

-Muhammad would make the first move and confess first. Even if Jean-Pierre knows he likes men, he also knows that romance takes him a while. And he wouldn't dare violate his boundaries.

-Muhammad would probably bring it up on a nice evening. Maybe they're dining together in their shared living room. Maybe they're stargazing. It wouldn't matter. He wants to be true to himself and he feels ready to return Jean-Pierre's feelings. Because after all this time, of course he knows. He may be oblivious but he still has a working pair of eyes and ears.

-"I love you". Such simple words that held an infinite weight. They were looking each other in the eyes, and the words slipped Avdol's tongue like they were said a thousand times before. His velvety voice resonated over everything, even Jean-Pierre's thoughts. It took up his entire mind, his entire heart, and for a moment he forgot everything except for his lover. Muhammad was smiling with a softness he hadn't ever seen before. Their hands were clasped in a warm embrace, and that night, it was like there were only the two of them in the world.

Avpol pair hcs:

-When Muhammad confessed, Jean-Pierre couldn't believe it. After years of pining, the words flipped around in his mind and occupied his entire brain capacity.

-Soft tears ran on his cheeks as he fully understood what he was just told.

"Say it again"

-Muhammad said it again every time.

-Their first kiss was messy. As was their first everything. Jean-Pierre initiated the gesture but couldn't bring himself to close the distance between them, afraid to step over some unspoken boundary. The Egyptian silently put a hand behind the man's neck and pulled him into a loving embrace, lips meeting each other in a chaos of bumping noses and half-opened mouths. Muhammad didn't admit that it was his first kiss. It might not have been the most pleasurable, but it was the best kiss he ever had.

"Let me do it again. Let me do it right. I promise to kiss you how you deserve to be kissed this time"

-Their second kiss was more organized. Polnareff took the fortune teller's lips between his expertly, and Muhammad was sure that he forgot how to breathe for a few moments after they parted.

-It was the first of many that night, and all the nights that followed.

-There would be lots of physical touch. Polnareff is very needy, even more after nearly losing his beloved to Dio. He can't let Avdol out of his sight.

-Even if Polnareff was almost always around Avdol, especially after they were both discharged from the hospital; he's literally attached to the man's leg by now.

-They've been living together since they got out of the blasted hospital really. Jean-Pierre didn't have anywhere to go back to (his little house in the countryside is there but it's so, so lonely without Sherry and he would have to think and be alone and-); and Avdol couldn't be by himself with two newly-attached prosthetic hands. It was only natural for the Frenchman to live in Avdol's house. He loved being introduced to the chickens (when some baby chicks joined the flock, he didn't pass on the opportunity to name the black one Jotaro. He definitely sent the boys pictures.)

-When Muhammad woke up screaming, Jean-Pierre would be out of bed and at his side faster than he could summon Silver Chariot. In the beginning, the Egyptian tried to keep composure after his nightmares, brushing him off at the wave of a hand; but it only took two nights for him to break down completely. Polnareff never saw Avdol cry as hard as he did that night. He didn't dare hold him, hands just ghosting his frame as the man shuddered and wept and fell apart at the seams in front of him. He only muttered reassuring words and tried his best to comfort his best friend, because for once Muhammad allowed himself to be weak and he needed him.

-They ended up sharing bedrooms soon after. It was an unspoken agreement. Avdol often woke up because of horrible nightmares, and Polnareff needed the constant reassurance of Muhammad's presence; he needed to know that the man he loved was alive and not wherever Vanilla Ice took him.

-Polnareff did his best to help around the house, even more when Avdol re-opened his fortune-telling shop. He took up loads of little jobs, wanting to pull his weight even though Muhammad told him time and time again that it wasn't necessary. He did it anyway.

-Jean-Pierre would spend hours reading on how to take care of natural hair. His "housemate" had trouble doing it with his new metallic hands, hair sometimes getting stuck in the delicate mechanism, although he would rather die than admit it. The first time he convinced Muhammad into letting him twist his Bantu knots, the result was...undescribable. The Frenchman felt terrible about messing it up while his partner couldn't stop himself from laughing at the terrible state of his hair.

-Eventually, practice did make perfect, and Jean-Pierre could twist and braid his hair in authentic fashion. Muhammad always made sure to thank him for his service, keeping to himself how the delicate feeling of the man's hands against his scalp made him feel like he was safe from everything.

-The frenchman read somewhere that silk caps were good for natural hair. The very next day, a similar cap was sitting in Avdol's bathroom. He never said a word about it, but he uses it every night.

-Polnareff would also cook quite often, insisting on making Avdol taste the delights of his country. The Egyptian would sometimes wake up to the delicious scent of freshly baked pastry, his lover having woken up extra-early to beat him to breakfast. He's not a stellar cook, but Avdol always swear that his cooking is the best he ever had.

-They would definitely share clothes. Polnareff steals them. Avdol lends them. Seeing his lover in his oversized red cloak is a sight that he holds close to his heart.

-They show each other where they grew up. Avdol makes Polnareff tour Cairo, while the man shows him around the countryside and tells him of his childhood.

-They both enjoyed the cultural exchange they were getting from living together full time, being able to settle down. Polnareff is Christian, while Muhammad is Muslim. The Frenchman was especially curious over the other man's practice. He even tried to do Ramadan with him once, but ended up breaking fast early (his organism was unfortunately pressuring him to drink too hard and he fainted in the middle of the afternoon). Muhammad apreciated the effort nonetheless.

-I believe they both practice their respective religions and deeply respect the other's faith. Hence, Jean-Pierre never pipes a word when Muhammad wakes up in the dead of the night to pray and spends the whole day cooking with him during ramadan; while Avdol makes sure to strictly observe Polnareff's food restrictions during Lent.

-After they get together, the only thing Polnareff struggles with is having to put off the bedroom exercise two times during the year.

-The two would fly to Japan to visit the boys once or twice a year. When they arrive, Kakyoin would slide Jean-Pierre a knowing look, seeing their joint hands; while Jotaro would pull his hat over his eyes and mutter something close to "fucking finally". Meanwhile, Joseph falls off a chair at the news.

"OH MY GOD!!"

-He would probably make a few jokes about Avdol having poor taste in men while Polnareff acts all offended.

"It appears that Kakyoin has quite questionable taste as well", said Avdol, a playful smile dancing on his lips while eyeing Jotaro. The redhead's eyebrows shot up to his hairline while his partner embarrassingly pulled his hat all the way down to his nose, concealing a blush. Fortunately for them, Joseph was oblivious as ever.

-Avdol and Polnareff would spend hours reminiscing together, huddled close on the couch or in bed; telling each other what has never been told before.

-They love each other, and they're alive, and it's enough for them.

#avpol #jjba stardust crusaders #jojo headcanons #muhammad avdol #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff x avdol #shipping headcanons #everyone lives au #sorry but they're all alive to me #this post turned out longer than my lifespan #I had a lot to say about them #THEM #jotakak #caejose if you squint #sorry anon but I couln't resist the gays #jjba #stardust crusaders

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h2bakugou · 4 years ago

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I don’t know if I have sent a request before but here I go anyways, can I request a head cannon for the three musketeers (todobakudeku) (separate) when their s/o flinches during and argument. No rush and take your time thank you!

a/n: thank you for the request even if you haven't sent one in before! i haven’t written some angst in a bit but i’ll try to give these a happy ending!!

headcanon: their s/o flinches during an argument

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, some angst

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shoto todoroki

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Todoroki doesn’t like arguing with you. He finds arguing quite pointless. There are more civil ways to come to an understanding but yelling at one another just sounds like a waste of time.

He’d much rather prefer to sit down and discuss things with you, listening to what you have to say and saying what he believes.

But there are some rare times where some arguments just form out of nowhere.

This particular argument is about nothing in particular.

It would be like having an argument over someone taking all the cover while they slept. Which is what Todoroki had claimed you were doing.

“We can get another blanket.” You smiled. The few times you’d actually slept together, seriously sleeping together, you might’ve taken all the blanket.

“It’s fine if you could just learn to share.” Todoroki mentioned, once again showing you how large the blanket was.

“I’m asleep and I’m cold, I’m sorry I’m taking all the blanket. I thought you had a half-hot side to keep you warm at night jeez.” Your stab wasn’t meant to mock him or his father, but Todoroki sure took it that way.

“You know how I feel about my left side.” Todoroki had finished folding the blanket, placing it back on your bed.

You couldn’t help but sigh. He was really making this a problem.

“It’s a blanket. You don’t have to lay with me if you get so cold at night.” You folded your arms over your chest. You really couldn’t believe you were arguing with your boyfriend over a blanket.

“I want to lay with you but being cold is quite a nuisance-”

“I’m sorry i take the damn blanket! Just take it back! Jeez, you are making this so much harder than it has to be Sho.” You cut him off, tired of having to fight over a blanket.

His next actions were what threw you off. He was silent and he turned away from you.

Scared you had overstepped, you reached out to touch his left shoulder right when it set ablaze, singeing his shirt.

Flinching away from him, you stumbled back onto your bed.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, looking down as you stared at your hand, red from the immense heat that had grazed over it. Worried that he’d burned you, Shoto quickly turned around, panicking.

“I apologize. Are you hurt? I didn’t burn you did I?” Todoroki examines your hand, completely off of the blanket subject.

“I’m fine-”

“No no. that was not fine. I overreacted. I’m sorry. My love, I’m so sorry.” Todoroki kissed the palm of your hand before placing it on his right side, holding it to his cheek, allowing his cool skin to ease the redness on your palm.

“Can we cuddle tonight?” You ask, a small smile on your lips.

“I promise to share the blanket.” You throw in, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“Of course, my love.”

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katsuki bakugou

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I’m not saying possessive Bakugou is a bad thing, because it’s not. But there are times when Bakugou can be a bit overbearing.

He’s not doing it on purpose by no means.

But I think deep down, he might struggle with insecurity. Everyone does.

He’s a pretty egotistical guy, and he’s cocky, and he’s got an attitude. But that doesn’t mean he has dark thoughts that creep into his head and tell him that no matter what he’ll never amount to anything great.

All that perseverance has to come from somewhere.

The argument sparks from you, Kirishima, and Kaminari all hanging out together.

“Hey babe, I’m back! Sorry, I’m late.” You smile, arriving at your scheduled hangout with Bakugou just a few minutes late.

“Oh yeah, how were Kirishima and Kaminari?” Bakugou asks, glaring at you as he stands up from sitting on his bed, patiently waiting for you.

“They were great like always-”

“So great you couldn’t send me a fucking text? Or pick up my calls?” Bakugou interrupts.

Your mouth hangs open at his response. You quickly grab your phone and examine that you did indeed have missed calls and texts from ‘katsu<3′ in your phone.

“I was helping clean up and by the time I was done, I was rushing over here. I didn’t do it on purpose.” You tell him, surely this was all some misunderstanding.

“Are they better than me? Do they have something I don’t? I’m the best there fucking is here babe, you aren’t gonna get shit from anyone else that you’ll get from me.” Bakugou approached you, causing you to take a step back.

When your back met the door you thought you were done for. The raised hand coming up, surely to strike you, made you flinch, cowering down as it crashed into the wooden door you were pressed against.

In those few seconds of silence, waiting for something to happen, Bakugou recoiled, snaking back a few steps, staring at your small form.

His words were quiet.

“I’m sorry.” He said. You lifted your head to look at him. His own head was lowered.

You approached him and carefully placed your hands on his shoulders.

“Katsu, there’s no one else but you. I love you. More than you probably know. I don’t need anyone else but you.” You explained, watching as his blonde locks began to rise with the movement of his head.

His crimson eyes stared into your (e/c) ones.

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou wrapped his arms around you. Bakugou didn’t hate affection, but he did reserve himself. He only opened up to you like this in private. His ego was a bit too big to pull some sappy stunts out in public, but this was what mattered.

“I wasn’t going to hurt you. I was just mad. I’m sorry if I scared you.” Bakugou whispered.

“I know you weren’t. I trust you.” You kiss his cheek, sliding your hands into his.

“Wanna get some pizza and watch a movie?”

“That sounds nice.” Bakugou rested his head on your shoulder, sure to be a bit soft for a while. He wasn’t always big and bad but soft Bakugou was still just as sweet.

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izuku midoriya

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Bless his heart, he hates arguing.

He’s one hell of a hero, one hell of a fighter, and he’ll beat a bitch up if he needs to.

But with you, the thought of even having to raise his voice at you makes him worry. That’s not saying that he can’t but he doesn’t like arguing, not with you at least.

He cares about you, and he doesn’t want to hurt you.

Like Todoroki, he believes there are civil ways to resolve issues, and communication and understanding, and listening are big roles in avoiding arguments.

But when some of these factors fall through, chaos is sure to ensue.

There’s a bit of a fallout with communication when Deku accidentally sends the wrong time for your date.

It’s a mistake but it happens.

The argument isn’t terrible, but it pulls on the heartstrings.

Deku’s running late. By an hour. You’re all alone at the restaurant and for the first time, you’ve been stood up.

He’d been training with All Might and didn’t have his phone. So when he sees the texts, he’s instantly on his way to shower and get dressed.

But when he arrives, the waiter tells him that you’ve just left.

Determined to make it up to you, he tries to find you. You couldn’t have gone far.

Sure enough, you’re sitting on a bench in a nearby park, listening to the trickling water from a nearby fountain.

“(Y/n)!” Deku calls for you. You turn at your name and sigh when you see it’s Deku.

“Let me guess. You were training?” You could smell the fresh shower gel on him. You stood up to meet him.

“I was, I got my times mixed up.”

“I waited for an hour. You didn’t think to check your phone before starting training?” You ask, obviously hurt at his failure to inform you of the changed schedule.

It was an honest accident, and it felt kind of wrong to be mad, but at the same time, it still hurt.

“It was an accident!” Deku threw his hands up to try and explain but you flinched out of instinct. It wasn’t an instinct that Deku was going to hit you, but the instinct of fists coming at you. Something you’d just picked up from sparring matches.

“I-(Y/n). I’m sorry. I should’ve double-checked. Can you forgive me?” Deku quickly brought his hands down, lowering them and wrapping them around your waist to bring you in for a hug.

You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into his touch.

“I’m sorry too. I overreacted.” You owed him an apology. And it was accepted, as well as Deku’s apology.

“We can reschedule the booking at the restaurant-”

“Takeout and cuddling sounds a lot better than that fancy place. Besides this top is itchy.” You smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Sounds good with me. More time to spend with you.” Deku places a kiss on your forehead before placing his hand in your own to lead you back to U.A.

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years ago

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Soul medicine // Arthur x Reader // ear infection comfort.

Summary: You have a severe ear infection and all you want is Arthur’s tenderness to nurse you back to health. Luckily for you, he’s more than happy to step up so that he can take care of you!

~ Requested by @darkshadow90💙😭💜

I hope that you enjoy this, darling!💝 I did this as headcanons because they’re quicker and easier for me to write; I wanted to get this out quickly so that it was still relevant to you when it was posted (and because it’s almost 4am which is the end of my study session so I can go to bed)! I hope that you feel better soon! Take good care of you and get lots of rest asdfghjk your health is more important than anything else!💓

Word count: 868.

You were in so much pain that you just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry with your head in Arthur’s lap and his hands, cool to the touch with a slight shake to them, on the top of your head.

It was an unrelenting sensation which only seemed to sharpen if you paid even the smallest amount of attention to it, and it had been all that you could do to phone into work to get the day off.

Usually did you do your best to simply carry on with your day, but the pain had been such that both Arthur and your manager had agreed that the best place for you to be was at home.

Though you had wanted to argue with them, you had decided that it was best for you to be home, too. You wouldn’t be any good to anyone at work with the level of self-care which you had to be giving yourself currently, not to mention the pain...

Oh, but it hurt. It was such an awful pain, and one which you wouldn’t wish on anybody.

Arthur was so loathe to leave you to fend for yourself this day, and so natural a caregiver was he that as soon as your call to your manager had concluded, he was on the phone to Hoyt so that he could phone in sick, too.

With a cheeky wink in your direction, a cough and a few well-timed sniffles, Arthur had secured himself the day off so that he could take care of you.

You were an adult who could take care of themselves just fine and so was Arthur, but one of his love languages was acts of service. He liked to do things for people, whether or not they appreciated them, and he wanted nothing more than to stay home to take care of you, his Y/N...

...His one and only person who understood him, as it was written in his old battered journal so very long ago.

Back then, he hadn’t known that you would be his one and only, but he had fallen in love with you fast, just as you had with him, and on the day you had both met, neither of you had looked back.

There was nothing that Arthur wouldn’t do for you, and a part of him almost enjoyed it when you were ill, because it meant that he was able to step up and really take care of you in ways he sometimes entertained late at night.

As it was this day, with the level of pain which you were in with not one but two ear infections, the only place you were good for was the double bed which you shared with Arthur.

When you felt like this, you just wanted to be reassured that it would be okay, that you would be okay, and you wanted to be cuddled and loved on.

Arthur had always been the paragon of comfort to you, the pinnacle of what it meant to be safe, and so as you carefully eased yourself back amongst the cushions which were at the angle you preferred for them to be, Arthur toed off his slippers and jogged around to the other side of the bed.

He peeled the freshly laundered, floral patterned duvet back and clambered in, immediately pulling you into his arms so that your good ear was rested against his thin chest. The hard ridge of his ribs was digging somewhat into you, but you cared not.

How could you, when in this moment were you living your very dreams?

“How are you feeling, Y/N?”

You moaned, “My ear is killing me, Arthur.”

Arthur hummed to acknowledge that you had spoken and with his free hand did he pick up his journal, which had been on his bedside table.

“When was my last dose of... whatever you gave me?”

“An hour ago,” Arthur checked the times he had written down next to the names of medications which you had been prescribed, and then glanced at the clock. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, you still have a few hours to go.”

You nodded. You just wanted Arthur to rock you to sleep so that you could sink into all that he was and all that he would ever be and find your rest.

You just wanted to sleep...

Unconsciously did you nuzzle into Arthur, your arms wrapping around him as you hugged him to you as though he were a teddy bear, and the man cooed softly.

His hand smoothed over the back of your head. “Get some sleep, Y/N. I’ll wake you when it’s time for your next doses.”

You were out before he had fully finished speaking, and true to his form did Arthur stay beside you, leaving only to use the bathroom if it was absolutely necessary.

He kept meticulous records of your medications, times when you took them, if you had any adverse reactions... you were monitored oh, so very carefully, and he proved every moment that you were ill that he loved you, no matter what, and that he would always do his best for you and only for you.

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bella-donna418 · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday Eren!

A/N: Been very half inactive here 💀💀💀

So it’s our special boy’s birthday today, I might as well make a headcanon like how I did with Mikasa and Falco's birthday (missed Annie’s birthday but like, I celebrated her bday IRL 😂😂😂)

And…

Actors AU again wew 😂😂😂

(Please don’t mind the timeskips)

~~~

Birthday boy's day today, so might as well make something for him 👉👈

Let’s go!

Mikasa was literally sitting at the nearest chair she could find in the set and of course;

It's her boyfriend’s birthday today and there’s no fucking way she'll forget about it.

But she can’t just let him get away without revenge!

That’s right, last time on her and Falco's birthday—Eren pranked them.

At least they got surprises and all—

But that’s not the point!

She needs to at least prank him back—worse than what he did. (evil ik 😔😔😔

But he did “indirectly” made her cry that time.

So she decided she’ll also prank him back then surprise him.

An idea then popped into her mind and she couldn’t help but grin to herself.

“Mikasa!” Sasha called, snapping her back to reality from her ‘annual brainstorming’.

She shook her head and looked at her, confused.

“Director is calling you.” She said while munching on a cinnamon bun (usual Sasha)

“Right.” She smiled sheepishly and stood up.

After finishing her scenes and all, she got back to brainstorming.

Oh, it’s also her break time so she could go wherever she wants, but she decided to stay and think for a while more.

Then an idea popped into her mind and she couldn’t help but laugh a bit to herself. And that prank was her ignoring Eren 😈😈😈 Knowing him, he wouldn’t care if other people ignored him. But he'd be worried asf and he could go crazy if she did (your Eren cares about Mikasa’s attention “only” your honor 😔😔😔) And the beautiful cruel woman mode is on. Eren was going to pick her up today for lunch since he also finished his tapings and all (also Armin and Annie's with him) He got out to wait and greet her like he always does. ~~~

Earlier…

Since EreMika and AruAni share a car (lol cuz why not?), knowing that Annie and is the earliest to finish.

Mikasa decided to call her, knowing that she’s the earliest to finish out of all of them, and Armin's probably busy at that time.

“Yo, Annie!” She casually said trying to stifle her laughter (Annie knows what’s up lol)

“What? You’re gonna ask another favor again?” (told ya)

“Can’t I just greet my friend? 🥺” Annie sighs over the phone and said, “What is it?”

Now this is when it gets ✨interesting✨

She told Annie all her plans and she decided to go along with it.

“Oh, tell Armin as well.” where she just received a hum as a reply.

Mikasa saw a glimpse of Eren at the entrance of the building and immediately went somewhere she can’t be seen.

The prank starts now 🤡

She immediately composed herself and put on her poker face.

Eren saw her from afar and smiled at her.

She literally feels sorry for him (😂😂😂)

~~~

5 mins earlier…

She was now facing the camera and she could tell that once Eren watches this he'll go “berserk”. (wild Eren 🤡🤡🤡)

“Eren, if you ever see this, I'm sorry. *awkward laugh* Happy birthday to you my loves. I love you.” (literally said that 😂😂😂)

She passed by him without even saying anything—she’s not even smiling! (Mikasa putting years of being a top actress to work here 😂😂😂)

Eren just looked at her confused and caught up to her side.

She won’t look at him and this made Eren a bit sad and more confused.

From what he remembers, they never argued or anything at all.

He's also wondering, ‘Is she ignoring me?’ ‘Is she in a bad mood?’

Going with the second option, he decided to give her time and space like what he thought she needed.

They got inside the car. (well the car is actually like a van, but let me call it a car ok??? 🤡)

Ok, their sitting arrangement is basically like this;

Eren and Mikasa

Annie and Armin

Ok back to the topic—

Annie and Armin were looking at them—well, especially Eren.

“Annie, water.” She looked at Annie who was literally skeptical about her lasting long or even not laughing.

She gave Mikasa her water bottle receiving a smile of thanks from her—Eren looking at his lovely bae (poor Eren 🥺)

Heads up! Everyone knew about it, and yes, when I say everyone, it’s everyone (ok wtf am I even saying?)

So, they were silent for the whole ride and nobody’s talking.

Annie's asleep on Armin's shoulder while he’s busy on his phone.

Eren was stealing glances at Mikasa while she’s also on her phone.

Please, his face is like, “Please notice me already. I love you 🥺👉👈”

If you’re wondering where they’re headed to, they’re going to a restaurant Annie wanted to try (but she’s too shy to ask to the point Armin instantly read her mind and she’s like “H-huh? I said nothing—“) which is also far from their workplace/s.

After a mere hour and a half, they finally arrived at the restaurant, and yay, everyone’s awake! (Kudos to the 3 henchmen for enduring the urge to sleep the entire ride, especially Mikasa)

It’s a fine-dining restaurant (rich bitches 😔)

So they found a table which is good for all of them (driver and assistant included)

To add salt to the wound, Mikasa decided to sit beside Annie (Armin letting her)

Eren only looked at her—not used to getting ignored this long. Why exactly? Because;

She doesn’t ignore him without any reason at all.

If ever they get in an argument, they’d make up and her ignoring him won’t even last for a mere hour or so because y'know.

She has NEVER ignored him this long.

Eren just shrugged it off, but he doesn’t feel good about this.

A waiter finally came to take their orders.

They each had different foods and since Armin was the one to bring them here (Annie's wallet gets saved by bae 🥺), he's the one to pay for all of them which he doesn’t mind at all.

Mikasa was quite clingy to Annie as well while she just went with the flow knowing it’s all needed for her prank.

Even though she’s questioning if it’s really necessary 🙃

After 10 minutes, their orders are finally here!

And of course, hunger doesn’t wait for any kind of bullshit ceremony and all so digging in they go 🍽🍽

They were a few conversations, Armin initiating them because Eren is too quiet (just a few more hours to endure 🥺) and Mikasa doesn’t want to initiate them and cut Eren off because he’s always the one to reply to her topics (it could come off as rude 😅😅)

And of course, everything was being filmed (yes, their assistant is also a videographer 😗✌)

So it’s basically 85% silence and eating (pls they just need a speaker and it’s gonna turn into an ASMR) while 15% are their conversations/topics 🤡

Eren is also on his phone while eating (ok I can tell ppl gonna yell at me for this 🤡)

And Mikasa's taking this opportunity to take glances at him and she couldn’t help but literally laugh to herself and look at the camera then mouth ‘sorry’

Annie's still skeptical and Armin is trying his best not to laugh or something I mean, Eren's still looking gloomy (fact: he doesn’t care it’s his birthday at all and just cares about Mikasa and all)

After a few minutes, they finished and have paid so they’re now on their way back. But the thing is… ~~~

Sasha cam

“Yo, they’re almost back.” She said after looking at her own phone and seeing Mikasa's message.

They immediately went on double-time mode and so far, the room's looking quite ready 🤭

And since they’re freer later at night, they decided to do the surprise that time (poor Mikasa gotta endure more of this torture prank she put upon herself 🤡)

And of course, Sasha’s filming this ✌ ~~~

7:36 p.m

They’re finally free from the shackles of work!

And yes, they’re immediately headed for phase 2 of the surprise for our birthday boy.

So, trying not to encounter Eren, Mikasa immediately headed to the place where she’s going to meet Niccolo to give her the cake (yes, they planned this carefully)

So she finally got the cake and she's on her spot (they all have different spots 😂)

They’re now all on standby and of course, Mikasa went to Zeke so he could bring Eren to the lovely spot since yeah—

About 2 minutes passed and they’re still on standby—and finally, Eren's here!

Eren didn’t even hesitate to open the door and when he did, his eyes widened a bit.

“Surprise!” Everyone greeted him but his eyes were just locked at a Mikasa holding his birthday cake and smiling sheepishly at him.

She handed the cake to Ymir and Eren immediately ran to her —hugging her (he's glad that his suffering is over 🥺)

Mikasa laughed and hugged him back and whispered “Happy birthday” to him.

He broke the hug and pulled her in for a swift kiss making Mikasa surprised.

“Are we gonna eat now? Sasha might finish all of this if Niccolo will keep giving her free servings.” Ymir retorted making everyone laugh.

“Geez, I wasn’t expecting her to ignore him for a full day.” Historia sighed a bit which made Mikasa laugh lightly.

Eren looked at Mikasa with his brows furrowed a bit and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Don’t do that again—” He was cut off by Annie who was now in charge of holding the cake (Ymir do be passing all her chores 🤡)

“Blow the candles now birthday boy.” She said—him complying while arms still around Mikasa—everyone making noises with party blowers while spraying silly strings everywhere after (bear the bad writing 😂)

“Alright! Let’s eat!” Pieck said while giving plates, spoons, and forks to everyone for all of them to finally be able to eat.

Of course, Niccolo is the sponsor for all of their food to eat 😂

Eren was now being a clingy baby to Mikasa which is just 🥺✨

The atmosphere was filled with laughter and everyone telling funny stories and jokes.

Of course, afterward, they gave him their gifts while he smirked and was like, “Mikasa's the best gift—” receiving a smack on the head from her—everyone laughing saying he deserved it.

~~~

A/N: I, personally think this is poorly written 🤡

Sorry bout that.

But overall, happy birthday Eren! YOU’RE 20 NOW AND STILL ASSLESS— 🤡😂

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there-must-be-a-lock · 4 years ago

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Three (Bad Ideas) - Part 3 of 3

Jared x Jensen ( x Reader, but mostly J2)

Word Count: ~6720

Warnings: The most explicit guy-on-guy scene I’ve written so far in this series, I think. Rom-com-style miscommunication shenanigans, excessive fluff, bossy!Jensen and his dirty dirty mouth, Jared’s exhibitionist tendencies, polyamory negotiations, anxiety and the way it can fuck with relationships, no seriously so much fluff, boys being idiots, boys in a non-figurative closet, boys in love, boys in bed, and more fucking fluff.

A/N: I cannot believe I finally finished this, holy shit. Credit to @fangirlxwritesx67! Most of this series wouldn’t exist without her neverending J2 gif spams.

Catch up here: Part 1 / Part 2

This is the prequel to the original Everything story, which you can only read on Amazon these days; it actually overlaps a bit, and retells a few scenes from Jared’s POV, but this fic stands on its own. The original is thoroughly plotless, tbh. It’s like 18k of pure smut. Read it over here if you’re interested. More standalones/headcanons/ficlets in this ‘verse can be found here.

“Come on,” Jared pants, “Hurry up already.”

“Somebody’s fuckin demanding,” Jensen growls.

“Please, just — fuck, so close, come on.” He tries to buck forward but Jensen’s got him pinned, shoving him against the wall of the dark, cramped little closet while his hand moves in a maddeningly even rhythm, working him with long rough perfect strokes.

“Door’s not locked. If you don’t keep your voice down somebody’s gonna walk right in.”

He twists his wrist just right, and Jared groans, slumping back against the wall, trying not to let his knees buckle.

“Please,” he says again.

“Is that what you want? You want someone to walk in?”

“Shit, come on, stop teasing.”

“What would you do if she walked in?” Jensen says, practically purring, his voice deep and suggestive in the dark, close air. “God, I bet you’d love that.”

Jared wants to protest, but the image of it, the thought of her opening that door, thrills him like a thousand fucking volts. He whimpers, and Jensen just laughs. The guilt hits a split-second later.

“I wouldn’t stop, either,” Jensen continues. “I’d let her hear you begging, let her watch while I make you come...”

Jared’s so close he can barely breathe. He can feel it, building everywhere, from his toes and his fingers, up through his spine, coiling tight and hot and —

“So fuckin’ dirty, admit it, you want her to see you come all over yourself. Think she’d lick it off my fingers when you’re done?”

“Asshole,” Jared gasps, and his cheeks are burning but he can’t help it, he’s imagining her face and then his hips are jerking forward as he comes, so bright and sharp in his gut that he’s doubling over, clutching at the back of Jensen’s shirt and trying to stifle a shout.

Jared’s been waiting for the other shoe to drop, if he’s being honest with himself. Everything has gone so smoothly with them. It’s been over a year, and he’s still convinced he’s going to fuck this up; it can’t possibly be this easy.

Jared’s pretty sure the shoe hit the ground today, when Jensen mentioned someone else and Jared just — well. That.

Jensen has a territorial streak a mile wide. He’s quick to move in when he feels like someone’s too close to Jared, asserting himself with a hand on the back of Jared’s neck, fingers in his hair, something quietly possessive. Dirty talk is one thing; the way Jared reacted to it must have been more than enough to set off a red alert in that jealous corner of Jensen’s brain.

He’s already steeling himself as Jensen slides into the bed, turns the light off, and spoons up behind him to kiss the curve of his neck.

“We gonna talk about that?” Jensen murmurs. Jensen doesn’t sound mad, but he’s a good fucking actor.

“I don’t know what you’re—”

“Don’t.” His huff of a laugh tickles Jared’s neck.

Jared’s not sure what the fuck is wrong with him, because he finally has what he’s wanted for so many years, finally, and he’s so ridiculously, breathtakingly, head-over-heels in love with Jensen that he can barely see straight sometimes. It’s hard to take his eyes off Jensen, and it definitely gets in the way of things like eating or sleeping or remembering his lines, and so it’s kind of amazing to him that his brain even has space to notice another person, but… he notices her. He can’t help it.

Jensen slides a palm over his hip, tracing the shape of bone and muscle with the tips of his fingers and then dipping down to cup his cock.

Fuck.

Jared tries to ignore the feeling that he’s walking into a trap, somehow.

“It was hot,” he admits softly.

“Fuckin’ right it was,” Jensen says, low and suggestive against his ear. “Ever thought about that? Somebody watching?”

He’s getting hard embarrassingly fast and he knows Jensen can feel it. Jared squirms back against him. For a second it’s easy to forget what they were talking about, and by the time he remembers, he doesn’t particularly care any more.

“Can you—” he breathes, and Jensen nips the round of his shoulder before rolling away for a second. When he comes back, there’s the click of a bottle opening and closing, and then Jensen’s teasing with one slick finger, grazing sensitive skin in little circles until Jared’s gritting his teeth against the urge to beg.

“You never answered my question,” Jensen whispers. One finger sinks in slow, and Jared shudders.

Right. That.

“It’s not a thing or whatever. I was close, and your voice — you could recite a grocery list in that fucking voice and I’d get hard.”

“Oh yeah?”

Jared can hear the smirk.

“It was just… in the moment,” he insists. “I’d never — hearing you talk about it was hot, but... I’ve never — not seriously.” He’s glad Jensen can’t see the way he blushes.

The second finger feels like a stretch, a burn that streaks up his spine and dissolves quickly into sparks, discomfort easing into a wash of pleasure.

“But you like talking about it,” Jensen rasps, and for a second Jared has no fucking idea what they were just saying. Jensen curls his fingers just right and white fireworks dance behind Jared’s eyelids.

“Maybe,” he gasps. He tries to brace himself against the mattress, pushing back, arching shamelessly. Jensen kisses the nape of his neck, dragging an open-mouthed kiss down the knobs of Jared’s spine.

“So let’s talk about it,” Jensen says, lips still touching, smearing the words across his skin. He kisses the curve of his neck, bites it, a bright grounding point of sensation as he pulls his hand away.

“More?” Jared whispers, just as Jensen’s fingers slide in again, three this time, slow, overwhelming.

There’s a prickle of heat all over his skin. Jared focuses on breathing. Jensen matches him so that they’re inhaling and exhaling in sync, and it’s deafening in the dark, silent, still room.

Jensen’s fingers fuck him open slowly, twisting, brushing up against the spot that makes Jared whimper, again and again and —

“Was it because you imagined somebody walking it? Or because you imagined her walking in?” Jensen asks.

Jared goes cold all over for a second, cold and then fever-hot again as pure panic zings up his spine. He can’t answer, but it doesn’t matter; if Jensen’s asking that question, it’s because he already knows the answer.

He bites back a whimper, torn between shame and arousal. He’s frozen.

“Whoa, no,” Jensen says, obviously alarmed. “That’s not — Jesus, I’m sorry, I would never — I don’t care.” He pulls his fingers away and curls himself around Jared, kissing the hollow behind Jared’s ear, making soft shushing sounds, crooning reassurances until Jared starts to relax. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Okay? Why would you even think that?”

Jared knows him, knows how he sounds when he’s angry, knows that this isn’t that, and he’s not really sure why he panicked, now; Jensen wouldn’t set him up like that. He just wouldn’t.

It’s Jared’s own fault, anxiety and guilt and relentless fucking insecurities. He should know better.

“Sorry,” is all he can manage, in a rough strangled voice. He doesn’t know what to do with the leftover adrenaline fizzing in his veins.

“Hey, listen to me,” Jensen whispers, with just enough steel in his tone that Jared can’t help but pay attention. “I just —I don’t care who you’re attracted to, because… you love me, right?”

“Of course. Why would you even—”

“So it doesn’t matter who you’re thinking about, because you’re still mine. Right?”

“Right,” Jared mumbles. He’s still not entirely sure why Jensen brought her up in the first place, if not out of jealousy, but Jensen’s fingers are sliding in again, thick knuckles opening him up. It’s distracting.

“If I was there too — if it was something we could do together — ” Jensen says, hesitant. “I wouldn’t mind sharing you.”

“Oh,” Jared breathes.

This is so not how he expected this conversation to go.

“If I was telling you what to do…” Jared groans, ragged and drawn-out, and Jensen lets out a shaky exhale before he continues: “You’re so good for me. So good at doing what you’re told.”

“Holy shit.”

Before Jensen, Jared would’ve considered himself thoroughly fucking vanilla, but Jensen has this way of pushing buttons that Jared never knew existed. Inventing new buttons, maybe. They’re, like, Jensen-specific buttons, and fuck, Jared’s not making sense even to himself, and he’s about to lose his goddamn mind here.

“On your stomach,” Jensen orders. He urges Jared forward and moves with him, sliding on top of him, hot soft skin and sinewy strength blanketing him and grounding him and holding him in place.

“Come on, just—.”

The words turn into a sigh as Jensen sinks into him. He grabs Jared’s wrists, squeezing almost too tight, pinning him down. He rocks his hips, pushing in deeper, inch by inch, until Jared’s shaking and full and so tense he feels like he’s vibrating.

“So good,” Jensen croons again. “I should show you off, let everybody see how well trained you are… is that what you want?”

Jared twitches under him, hips jerking, fingers flexing, uncoordinated and involuntary.

“Yeah. Yes. Fuck.”

He’s never imagined anything like that in his life, but the image sears itself into his brain, and he knows he’ll be thinking about that for a long goddamn time. His cock is uncomfortably hard, trapped between his stomach and the mattress, and every thrust has him rubbing against the sheets, too rough and nowhere near enough.

Jensen grinds in with this long undulating snaky movement that drags like a match being struck, and the friction ignites inside him, sparkling hot. He tries to muffle the raw ugly cry in the back of his throat by pressing his face down into the mattress. A few more of those rolling sinuous thrusts and Jared’s burning up, not really sure if those are words coming out of his mouth or just nonsense, but he thinks he’s begging, stuttering out curses and pleas.

“I’ve imagined the two of you together,” Jensen says, gravelly and shredded. “What you’d look like… what I’d tell you to do to her.”

“Fuck,” Jared slurs, and tries to bite down on the sheet. He’s so close, too close, just needs something —

Then Jensen slides a hand from Jared’s wrist to his hair, and he grabs, twists, forces Jared’s head to one side so that the next wild sound rings out loud.

“Mine,” he growls, close and hot and everywhere. He fucks in deep, pulls Jared’s hair hard, and that sting is exactly the catalyst Jared needed; he lets go, goes under, with Jensen repeating it like an echo: “Mine.”

“We can protect you,” Sam declares.

“It’s not your job to take care of me,” she says defiantly.

“I want to help. I can—”

“Because you don’t have enough to deal with?” she scoffs, but she’s blinking back tears. “What about you?”

Sam shrugs. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I can’t. I’d rather have you safe than—”

She practically throws herself at him, hugging him so hard it knocks the air out of his lungs, and Sam closes his eyes, holding her tight.

“Cut!” Rich yells.

For a moment, Jared’s frozen, caught in the scene, and he has to forcefully wrench himself back out. Her arms are still wrapped around him, her face buried in his chest, and he can feel the way she inhales, shaky, before pulling away.

“You okay?” he asks. His voice cracks. She gives him a watery smile.

“That was… wow,” Rich says, grinning from ear to ear. “Nailed it. That’s a wrap for today. Get some rest, you deserve it.”

Jared’s stuck in Sam’s skin, and it sucks. He’s never been good at keeping his own emotions neat and tidy; add Sam’s weight-of-the-world mess on top of that, and he’s a wreck.

Jared looks around automatically for Jensen, but Jensen’s been in production meetings all day, doing important director things. He texts instead:

Done soon? Duckin weird heavy day

Meant fuckin obv, no ducks involved

Ugh miss you

He heads back to his chair and starts gathering up his stuff, and she comes up next to him without a word, slipping an arm around his waist and giving him a sideways squeeze. He sighs and turns into it, bundling her up in his arms, softer and sweeter than the hug their characters just shared. She doesn’t let go, and after a moment he can feel the tension starting to drain away. He still doesn’t feel like him, not quite re-settled in his own skin, but… it’s getting better.

He kisses the top of her head, getting a whiff of the unmistakable scent of her shampoo, or whatever that fruity shit is that Jared has come to know as her smell.

“Walk over to wardrobe with me?” he asks.

“I need a minute,” she says, the words muffled in flannel. He hates the tremor in her voice. “Before I have to walk through all the chaos. Y’know?”

“Yeah. Want to just… sit with me, for a sec?”

She scoots her chair over to face his, close enough that their knees are touching. For a second she just looks at him, like she’s about to ask if he’s okay and does he want to talk about it, but the answer is a resounding no and she must read that on his face.

Jared’s always had that problem; everything he feels shows on his face. The only reason he managed to hide his feelings for Jensen for so long is that he never even acknowledged them to himself. He fidgets uncomfortably, self-conscious, and makes himself stop messing with his hair. He doesn’t really want to know what she’s seeing as she looks at him.

She grabs his hands and holds them, palm to palm, and it takes Jared a minute to catch on; she’s playing that stupid game where she’s trying to slap the tops of his hands before he can pull them away.

“I haven’t done this since middle school,” he says, flustered, trying to focus. “Dork.”

“Gotcha!”

He tries and fails an embarrassing number of times to get her back.

“No fair. My hands are like five times the size of yours, they make a bigger target,” he protests.

She giggles. “It’s true, you’ve got the bigass moose hands.”

She takes one of his hands in both of hers, laying it palm-up and leaning in closely to inspect it. Jared smells that fruity sweet scent again, and he has to fight the urge to run his fingers through her hair.

“Can you read palms?” he asks.

“Mmmhmm.” She frowns down at his hand.

“What?”

“See this super faint line right here?” She traces one with the very tip of her finger; it tickles.

Jared shivers. He’s paying attention to the feel of her soft hands more than her words, but he nods and says, “Yeah.”

“That’s your grace line. The way it’s all fragmented and faint means you’re clumsy as fuck.”

“Huh.”

“This one around your middle finger is the ring of the bird. Means you’re really bad at staying angry. This one is the line of the doofus, means—”

“Wait a second,” Jared says, laughing as the words sink in. “You’re so full of shit. I’ll give you a ring of the bird.”

He shoves his middle finger right up in her face and uses it to poke her forehead, and she giggles, swatting his hand away. It devolves rapidly into a sort of childish slap fight.

“Wow,” comes a low, teasing drawl, and Jared starts in his seat, turning to Jensen weirdly fast. He’s not sure why he feels like a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar. They weren’t doing anything wrong.

“Hey,” Jared says, breathless, and pushes his chair back awkwardly so that he’s not quite so close to her.

He expects jealousy, but Jensen’s not doing his usual steely jaw-clench-y thing. He looks uncertain, like he’s not even sure how he feels, but his smile is genuine and warm and crinkle-eyed.

“Feeling better?” he asks.

“Oh! Right. I’m… yeah, actually. I’m fine.” He’s stunned by how true it is.

“Thanks for that,” Jensen tells her quietly.

Jared frowns. “I don’t need someone to—”

“It was mutual,” she interrupts.

The sweet little half-smile on her face makes Jared forget his ruffled feathers. He looks between the two of them.

“Um… to wardrobe?” he asks Jensen.

Jensen nods and asks her, “You coming?”

She shrugs and gives Jensen another tentative smile, and they all fall into step. Jared can’t really accept how easy it feels, but he doesn’t want to question it, at least not now.

Jared’s used to the way Jensen shuts down sometimes, the way he curls into his shell when he’s anxious or stressed, but it feels different now that they’re together. They’ve been together for a fucking year. He feels like he should know how to deal with this.

For someone who’s remarkably direct in almost every part of his life, Jensen is a champion at stonewalling people when he really wants to; the more Jared pokes and prods, the higher the walls get. Jensen’s been edgy all day, and it’s bad enough that everyone has noticed. Jared’s pretty sure this is about him, so he’s determined to fix it; Jensen said he wasn’t threatened, but… yeah. It’s the only explanation, and it’s making Jared second-guess everything he says and does and fucking thinks, and he’s just pissing Jensen off more.

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help?” Jared asks.

“You can stop bouncing your knee like that, for starters,” Jensen grumbles. “And then you can stop asking me that fucking question.”

“Sorry.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Jensen insists stubbornly. “Okay? I just need some space.”

Jared sighs and knuckles at his eyes. This is fucking exhausting.

“Fine.”

Just as he’s about to stand up, there’s a loud knock on the trailer door.

“It’s open,” Jensen shouts reluctantly, already trying to control his own scowl. The door slams open.

“Hey,” she says cheerfully, juggling a large paper bag and a tray of coffee cups as she tries to shut the door behind herself.

“I got it,” Jared says, jumping up to help. She gives him a grateful smile and shoves the coffee tray at him. One of them has his name scrawled on the side. “Wait, really? For me?”

“Your favorite.”

“You’re my favorite,” he says, and immediately wants to smack himself in the forehead. “I mean—”

“S’okay, she’s my favorite right now too,” Jensen admits dryly.

“You mentioned wanting to try that new place, right?” She plops the bag down on the table and makes herself at home next to Jensen on the couch. Jared’s still standing awkwardly, hovering, not sure what to do with himself.

“The bakery?” Jensen asks. She caught him off-guard before he could fully put on his polite mask with the camera-ready smile. He doesn’t seem to know how to feel about that.

“Yeah! I got a little of everything, figured we should taste test.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Jensen protests. She just waves a macaron at him until he caves, biting it right out of her hand and making a deliriously happy noise.

“Don’t get me wrong, this was not a purely altruistic gesture,” she laughs, taking a bite of her own. “Plenty to go around.”

She offers one to Jared, but he shakes his head ruefully. “I was just about to go.”

Jensen glances up again, and something softens in his expression. His smile looks like an apology.

“Stay,” he says quietly. He holds up a mini lemon tart as a peace offering. Jared takes a bite, letting out an obscene moan that’s only kinda exaggerated, before taking a seat on Jensen’s other side.

“Okay, let’s get down to business,” she says, straight-faced as she gestures to the spread. “We have our work cut out for us.”

“With great power comes great responsibility,” Jensen deadpans. They dig in.

Jared’s still not entirely sure what just happened, but he doesn’t care as long as Jensen’s smiling.

By the time they’re down to the last few cookies, Jared’s sugar-high and over-caffeinated and happier than he’s been all week. He’s also starting to suspect that maybe he’s not the cause of Jensen’s mood after all.

Jared sucks a smudge of icing off his own thumb, and there’s a flicker of heat in Jensen’s eyes as he tracks the movement. Then he shakes his head like he’s laughing at himself.

“Be right back,” he tells them, and heads for the bathroom.

As soon as the door closes behind him, Jared turns to look at her, wide-eyed. Her smile falters.

“Is this okay? I know he’s been… off.”

“That’s a nice way of saying it,” Jared laughs.

“I wanted to see if I could cheer him up.” She looks self-conscious now, which was really not the point.

“You did. This is awesome, but — I’m just surprised he let you,” Jared admits. “I’ve known him for a long fucking time and there are still days… I don’t know.”

“Figured if I asked, he’d just say no, so… didn’t bother asking.” She shrugs like it’s nothing. “Sometimes it’s easier to get out of your head when you’re with someone you don’t know as well, right?”

There are about a million things Jared wants to say, but he hears the toilet flush, so he just whispers, “Thanks,” and hopes she knows how much he means it.

“Jesus, I’m stuffed,” Jensen says, flopping back down between them. He reaches for the last raspberry puff-thing anyway and eats it in one bite, making a goofy face that’s 100% Dean, and they both laugh. He swallows and wipes his mouth, somehow managing to leave a streak of confectioner’s sugar from the corner of his lips down to his jaw.

“You’ve got a—” Jared says, but he just leans in and licks it off.

Jensen angles his head for a real kiss. He’s smiling, and he tastes like raspberries, and Jared really doesn’t want to stop kissing him.

When they break apart, she looks away quickly enough to make it obvious that she was staring. Her cheeks go pink as she bites her lip.

“I’m gonna go,” she says, fumbling for her bag.

“Don’t,” Jared says. “Sorry, didn’t mean to go all PDA on you, just—”

She’s already heading for the door.

“Stay?” Jensen asks softly. He clearly means it, and that makes her pause.

“It’s almost time for me to be back on set anyway,” she says, still blushing. “I should—”

“If you’re sure, but… thank you,” Jensen says sincerely.

“Any time!”

She grins over her shoulder and then she’s gone before either of them can get up to hug her goodbye. Jared watches the door close behind her, disappointed, and he’s almost embarrassed to be caught staring until he realizes Jensen’s doing the same thing.

“She’s… yeah,” Jensen muses. “Of all the people you could be crushing on? I like her.”

Jared’s kinda mystified, because if that’s not what Jensen was upset about, he has no idea what the issue was, but he also feels a thousand pounds lighter.

“Love you,” he blurts out.

“Love you too,” Jensen says, pulling him in for another sugary kiss.

There are a few moments in the next couple days when Jared can see that black cloud hovering over Jensen’s head again, but they’re shooting his episode, so Jared writes it off as director-stress. Instead of worrying, Jared just tries to distract him, and he’s amazed by how well it works.

Of course, as soon as he’s stopped fixating on it, Jensen brings it up. All these years and it never occurred to Jared that avoiding the issue entirely would be the best way to get Jensen to talk about something he doesn’t want to fucking talk about.

“I’m sorry for being a dick this week,” he says bluntly, sitting down on the couch next to Jared and passing him a beer.

Jared laughs, still channel-surfing. “It’s fine. Honestly. At first I thought — I don’t know. Whatever. It’s fine.”

Jensen grabs the remote out of his hand and mutes the TV, and Jared shifts, curling a little closer so he can take in the abruptly serious expression on Jensen’s face.

“I got a call… there’s this developer who wants to buy my property,” Jensen says. “And they’re offering a lot of money, but —”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Jared asks. “You were gonna sell it eventually anyway, right?”

The tips of Jensen’s ears are pink.

“I wanted to look at my options, and… you know. Talk to you about it.”

Jared shrugs. “Okay. Will all your shit even fit in my house? Maybe we should get a storage unit.”

Jensen stares at him blankly for a second. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he asks, “Seriously? That’s it?”

“You’re talking about moving in, right?” Jared asks. “You’re always at my house anyway, it’s not — wait. Is that what you were stressing about?”

Jensen actually glares as Jared starts to laugh. Jared gestures vaguely around at the Vancouver apartment they’ve shared for fucking years, and eventually Jensen starts laughing too, burying his face in his palms. The back of his neck is flushed, and Jared can’t fucking believe him, or this, or… the whole situation, really.

Of all the absurd shit.

“It just felt like a big deal,” Jensen says sheepishly. “I thought… I didn’t want to assume, and I didn’t know how long I had to decide, and I wanted to go through all my options and have it all laid out for you, because I didn’t want you to think — I don’t fucking know. Jesus. Asking someone to move in with you is generally a big deal! I was just freaking out a little.”

“You pulled a me, in other words?” Jared asks, laughing again. Jensen jokingly tries to push him away and Jared scoots closer.

Jensen always seems so sure about things. Jared forgets, sometimes, that he worries too.

“It was a busy week, and I didn’t want to just jump into it, because if you said no and it turned into a whole big thing I worried it would get in the way when I was directing, and — fucking hell. You hate it when I say ‘we need to have a conversation about something but not right now.’”

“Well, yeah,” Jared huffs. “That’s the worst. But you could’ve at least told me it wasn’t my fault!”

Jensen makes a dismissive sound. “Why the fuck would it be your fault?”

“Seriously?”

“I mean… yeah, nothing happened, why would you —”

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Jared half-shouts, torn between exasperation and laughter. “I thought you were jealous! I told you I was attracted to somebody else, and — for fuck’s sake.”

“Did something happen with her, since we talked about that?” Jensen asks. Jared has a momentary urge to smack him.

“No. Obviously not. I just thought…”

They both just stare at each other, and then Jensen starts shaking his head slowly as realization dawns. Jared laughs, giddy and almost hysterical, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes.

“Did you think I was just going to sulk about it for a few days without telling you, and then… what, end it?” Jensen asks, as if it’s insane.

Jared shrugs helplessly. “I mean… yeah, I guess.”

Jensen sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he chooses his words. For a moment Jared thinks he’s angry, but when Jensen looks at him again, there’s nothing but this raw tenderness all over his face.

“Look,” he says, slow and deliberate. “I know I go all caveman when other people try to flirt with you, but it’s not because I don’t trust you. Okay?”

“That’s not —”

“Hang on. Hear me out here. You can’t beat yourself up for looking at someone, Jared. Or for pheromones, or what-fucking-ever. You can’t. I don’t care who else you look at, as long as you still want me, at the end of the day. Relax, okay?”

Jensen’s hands curl around his upper arms, holding him firmly, until Jared rests his forehead against Jensen’s and takes a deep breath.

“You really don’t mind?”

“I don’t. I’m fucking seriously in love with you, and I need you to know that you can tell me anything. It’s not going to change the way I feel about you. Just fucking tell me, and then we can deal with it together. As long as you’re honest.”

Jared can’t help but ask, “Do I need to point out how hypocritical —”

“Don’t even start,” Jensen laughs. “That’s different. Asking someone to make a huge fucking life change with you is different from… feeling guilty for thinking a girl is cute, or whatever. She’s fucking cute. You’re not blind.”

“You don’t think I’m an asshole?” His voice cracks.

“What? Why would I?”

“I feel like… I feel like the luckiest person in the fucking world, Jay, you’ve gotta know that.” Jared’s tearing up, because of course he is, and the intensity in Jensen’s expression isn’t helping, but the words start to spill out faster: “I never thought I could have this. This — us — it’s better than anything I ever fucking imagined, and it’s not like you’re not enough for me. You’re… this is everything to me. So how the fuck do I still want more? I don’t deserve this, let alone —”

He bites his lip to cut himself off. He didn’t realize he was going to say that out loud. It’s a little too true.

“Look at me,” Jensen growls, fierce and almost angry.

“Sorry,” Jared half-laughs, wiping away tears.

“First of all, you deserve the fucking universe,” Jensen says flatly, like it’s a very simple fact. “And even if you didn’t, I don’t give a shit, I’d still do anything to make you happy.” He brings his hands to Jared’s face, holding him so that he can’t look away. “But also? You feel more than anyone else I’ve ever met. If anybody’s got enough love for two people, it’d be you.”

Jared snorts. “It’s not like it could actually happen, it’s just —”

“Why not? As much as you like to think you’re a goddamn trailblazer, this isn’t revolutionary,” Jensen retorts, all snark. “Polyamory is a thing that people do. You can date her while you’re with me. Everybody can get what they want here.”

“Even if it was that simple—” Jared knows it’s not that simple. “—she’s not interested in me, so—”

Jensen cuts him off: “You’re an idiot. She’s fucking crazy about you.”

He looks fond and exasperated and very sure of himself, and for a moment, Jared wonders if maybe he’s right. Then he shakes his head, trying to articulate how he feels.

“I think… I’d feel weird if it wasn’t something I could share with you,” he says honestly. “I like sharing things with you. I want to share everything with you.”

Jensen’s expression goes soft and painfully sweet. “Sap.”

Jared shrugs. He can’t really deny that one. He leans in and kisses Jensen instead.

Jensen grabs him and physically hauls him closer, until they’re all tangled together, and kisses him again, hard enough to bruise.

“Is there anything else we need to get out in the open?” Jared asks wryly, when they finally break for air. “Now that we’ve established we’re both fucking morons who need to talk to each other?”

“Fuck it, while we’re on the subject of sharing.” Jensen looks at him intently. His lips are all red and swollen. “The whole threesome thing? Just for the record, I was dead fuckin’ serious about being into that idea.”

“Oh,” Jared says blankly. “But what if —”

Jensen curls a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, smirking. “Stop thinking. Not right fucking now. Not when we’re filming with her for a week solid,” he says, because he can read Jared’s mind. “Someday.”

“Someday,” Jared agrees.

“You ate those cookies,” Jensen says.

Oh.

Fuck.

Jared’s stomach swoops. He recognizes it now, the way she’s holding herself rigid, the panic that shows around her dark dilated pupils; he can feel it like it was yesterday, overwhelming and out of control and fucking humiliating.

“Fuck,” he says, shaking his head. What the fuck else can he say?

She stammers, squeezing her eyes shut like she’s refusing to think about it: “Drugs? Were the cookies drugged? Why do I feel…”

“Like if you don’t get some dick you’re gonna die?” he says bluntly. Her eyes go wide. “Been there.”

“What did you — um.”

It’s so fucking strange, thinking back to that night, just like it’s strange thinking about anything that happened before they were together. He remembers the electricity between them, the intensity of it, the way it felt to touch Jensen for the first time… he looks sideways at Jensen and knows he’s remembering it too.

“I’ll go back to my room,” she says, her voice strained and scared.

“Needs to be another person,” Jared says. His throat feels clogged, and the words come out thick and clumsy. “Believe me, I tried. But if you’re okay with it…”

His voice falters as he realizes what he’s actually offering. For a split-second, Jared feels guilty, like he brought this on somehow by sheer force of wishful thinking. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, though. Jared looks at Jensen helplessly, but Jensen’s watching her, brow furrowed with concern, and Jared is reminded (forcefully) that this isn’t about him.

“We’ve got you,” Jensen finishes, warm and sure.

She shakes her head. “I can’t ask —”

“You’re not asking.”

She looks so scared. Jared remembers that part, too: he didn’t want to look Jensen in the eyes, because he was so fucking certain he’d see disgust there, or pity, or something fucking awful like that.

Jared empathizes so intensely that he feels sick for a second. He flounders, wondering what he can say to put her at ease, make her feel wanted, and then he chuckles to himself, realizing that the truth is probably his best option here.

“It’s not like it’s a fucking hardship, y’know? Have you seen you?”

It shocks a laugh out of her, at least. Jared counts it as a win.

Then she squeezes her eyes closed again, face screwed-up and anguished, and all Jared can think about is getting rid of that pained expression. He settles on the bed next to her, takes the cool washcloth off her forehead and strokes her hair carefully, hating the way she’s frowning. She turns to look at him, and he feels like he’s about to burst with the urge to just bundle her up in a bear hug and protect her.

“Yeah, okay,” she says abruptly, soft but sure. “Yes.”

“C’mere then.”

Jared slides closer, resting a hand ever-so-gently on the curve of her waist, and she rolls onto her side to face him, eyes huge and desperate. Jensen is settling at her back. She fits so neatly between the two of them. She’s trembling, but it’s okay; Jared’s pretty sure he is too. He glances over her shoulder at Jensen.

Jensen just smiles, saying without words it’s okay and I’ve got you and together, and the last of Jared’s worries evaporate.

“You’re gonna have to stop thinking so hard,” he tells her gently, because he knows that expression a little too well. Jensen lets out a quiet snort of laughter, which is fair, because Jared saying that to someone else is like the pot telling the kettle to stop being black.

Then he’s cupping her cheek, tilting her chin, kissing her, and the noise in his head goes silent, for once; everything goes silent, just evaporates the fuck away, and all Jared can feel is the sweet soft shape of her lips as they part, the slick slide of her tongue, the way she sighs… he can feel her just melting into it, and there’s something about it that takes his breath away. She goes pliant in his arms, relaxing completely, like every muscle in her body is showing him: I trust you. The enormity of that trust is what has him spinning with need, rocketing from zero to sixty in five seconds flat.

There’s a warmth blossoming in Jared’s chest that is so far beyond a crush it’s not even funny. He’s pretty sure he’s fucked, but he can’t think about that, not now, not with the way she’s responding, surging up to meet him and draw him in deeper. The only thing that matters right now is taking care of her. He just wants to make her feel good; the rest can wait. He’ll deal with his own cracked-open heart tomorrow.

For a moment Jared’s convinced it was all a dream, but when he opens his eyes, she’s the first thing he sees. She’s curled up with her hands tucked under her chin, oddly childlike, and her face is totally serene.

She’s beautiful in a way that still takes him by surprise every time he looks at her.

Jesus pogo-jumping Christ. Jared is fucked.

Before he can really spiral out about it, though, Jensen is stirring at his back. Jared rolls over, muscles complaining about last night’s exertion, and he sprawls out half on top of Jensen, trying to keep his breathing even. Jensen runs a hand through Jared’s tangled hair, finger-combing gently.

“So that was… pretty amazing,” Jensen whispers, so quiet Jared barely catches the words.

“Yeah.”

There’s a question on the tip of his tongue and he’s burning to hear the answer, but he’s pretty sure it’s a bad idea to just spit it out like this.

Because he’s apparently a mind reader now, Jensen answers the question anyway: “I would really love to do that again.”

Jared exhales slowly. “Same.”

“But… I think it’s going to be complicated. Emotionally.”

Apparently they’re just diving the fuck into this.

Jared closes his eyes, trying to ignore the ache in his chest. He shifts, sliding on top of Jensen, propped up on his elbows. He pauses like that for a moment, taking in the pillow creases on Jensen’s cheek and the concern in his eyes.

Jensen hesitates, lips twitching down into a nervous frown before he continues: “I knew how you felt about her, but — well, I guess you’re not the only one.”

Jared blinks down at him. “What are you saying?”

Jensen reaches up and traces the line of Jared’s jaw, then his lower lip, and Jared brushes a clumsy kiss to the side of his knuckle. Jensen smiles, looking a little more sure of himself.

“Watching the two of you — I think it could be more. The three of us could be… something. It felt right.” He frowns. “Tell me that wasn’t just me?”

There’s this crazy swell of emotion happening in Jared’s chest, and he’s afraid he might choke on it for a moment. He kisses Jensen, smiling into it, and Jensen’s hands slide up his back, making his skin tingle in their wake.

Jared hesitates. “What if she — I don’t think she feels —”

“I think she’s been almost as deep in denial about this as you have,” Jensen says gently. “I don’t think she’s allowed herself to consider it, because of me, and if she knew…”

“What if —” Jared sneaks a glance at her; she’s still sleeping peacefully. He doesn’t know how to finish that sentence.

“If this is gonna work, we need to lay it all out for her,” Jensen says, so quiet that Jared feels the vibration of the words more than he hears them. “Even if it’s just sex for her, or… if this was a one-time deal. We gotta be honest with her.”

“That sounds like a terrible fucking idea,” Jared says honestly. “How does that not scare the shit out of you?”

Jensen just shrugs. “It does, a little bit. But… you’re the only thing that matters, when it comes down to it. As long as we’re in this together, the rest doesn’t seem too scary.”

It sounds so fucking simple when he puts it like that.

“Yeah, okay,” Jared whispers, leaning down to kiss him again. “Together.”

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Playing the Game {Devil May Cry} x {Among Us}

AN: So, I’ve been playing a lot of Among Us in my down time. My old coworkers from Uniqlo (haven’t worked with them for around a year and a half now, love them to bits though) have been inviting me to play full games. And because everyone else seems to really love the Among Us content on Tumblr now, I figured, why not? It’s easy enough to write something for it.

So, anyways, this is actually a one-shot instead of a headcanon. And there are technically no pairings. Reader was written Gender Neutral as well.

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27th September - 04:58pm - Devil May Cry

It’s a miracle that everyone happened to be in the same place at the same time when Patty barged into Devil May Cry with a cart full of laptops. Dante had gone to hide as soon as his Patty senses tingled, practically pulling off an acrobatic feat just to get to the second floor in time. Curious as to what the young lady wanted, you put your book down and stood to help the blonde mortal with her burden.

“It’s good to see you, Patty. Dante’s currently expelling his stomach lining in the bathroom.” From behind you, both Vergil and Nero snorted at your comment while V quirked a brow at your antics. “Were you looking for him?”

“Yeah! I found a new game we call all play!” Patty lifted a small laptop, presenting it to you. “We can all play it if we have enough players… but um… I can wait until Dante’s out of the bathroom. Is he okay?”

Taking the laptop, you waved nonchalantly with a grin. “Oh, he’ll be fine. It was just a week old pizza. He’ll be down once he’s done! Until then, take a seat at his desk!” You take your seat between Vergil and V on one of the couches, opening up the laptop to glance blankly at the only desktop icon on the screen, then at the bar at the bottom showing that was connected to the internet already. “Is the game called ‘Among Us’?”

Patty nods with a hum, opening her own personal laptop up. “It’s an online multiplayer game. You play as a space crew, walking around the map completing tasks in the form of mini games. All crew members have to complete their tasks to win the game.”

“There’s a catch, isn’t there?” Nero scoffed, peering over your shoulder at the computer screen when you opened up the game. Kyrie and Nico also joined him in taking a peek.

“Yeah! Each game has anywhere from one to three imposters.” Patty informed, nodding her head as she explained, beyond ecstatic that you were seemingly interested in playing. “The imposters look like crew members, but their job is to sabotage or kill the crew, preventing the crew members from winning. Imposters have a little menu that they can use to turn off lights, or shut doors. They also have an advantage of being able to enter vents to escape an area. Imposters win when they’ve cut down crew member number enough. To weed out the Imposters, crew members can report any bodies they find or press the emergency button on the map once per player to have a meeting. From there, players can present evidence of a player being innocent or guilty of being an Imposter, and the crew can vote whoever they think is ‘Sus’ or suspicious off the ship.”

“So it’s a game of skillful assassination and deceit.” Vergil summarized, now slightly interested in participating.

“Perhaps a bit of patience and being able to read others.” V interjected, closing his book to shoot a judgmental expression at Vergil… one that the elder Sparda twin gladly returned with a haughty smirk. It’s nice to know that even if V was once a part of Vergil, they still feel disdain towards one another.

Patty thinks for a moment, her blue eyes observing your group by the couch for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, I guess it is! Gotta be careful though, because Imposters can self report their kill… but they also have a kill countdown… but even if a crew mate is killed, they can still roam the map completing their tasks as ghosts. Obviously though, if you die, you can’t tip off who the Imposter is to people who are alive. Once Dante’s back, we’ll have a few practice rounds before doing an official round.”

“Count us in.” All heads in the downstairs area turned as Dante descended the stairs, Lady and Trish behind him. “Bunch of hunters like us? It’ll be a piece of cake.”

Official Round Start

When the first official game started, you were all seated in various locations of Devil May Cry’s first floor, laptops in your laps and noise cancelling headphones on. The front door was locked, sign flipped to read ‘CLOSED’ so that nobody interrupted the series of unfortunate events unfolding within the shop.

There were ten players in total: You (Purple), Dante (Red), Vergil (Blue), Nero (White), Kyrie (Cyan), Nico (Green), V (Black), Trish (Yellow), Lady (Orange), and Patty (Pink).

When the countdown finished, and your screen went black, you schooled your face until it was carefully blank. Well, well… this will be fun. You decide when the screen informs you that you and Kyrie are the Imposters. Discreetly, you and Kyrie glance up to look around the room before winking at one another and directing your eyes back down to the computer screen.

The map that Patty had chosen was the Skeld with two short tasks, two normal tasks, and one long task.

Starting off in the Cafeteria, you moved down to Admin, following as Vergil, Dante, and Nico went to do their tasks in the room while you sat at wires, watching until one of them moved. Walking out just as the task bar went up, you headed down and right until you were in Shields.

You watched as Nico and V passed you before moving up towards Weapons, where you saw Trish downloading files. Quickly, you walked behind her and clicked the Kill button before venting, popping up in Navigation just as Kyrie knocked out the lights.

Deciding to take the risk, you went into the other vent in Navigation and popped out at Shields again, moving out of that hallway to Storage, pretending to empty out the trash just as Vergil passed you by with Dante at his tail, making deliberate and erratic movements. Just as you are about to Sabotage Comms, a meeting is called, and you notice that V was killed along with Trish. Shrugging, you take off your headphones with everyone else.

“VERGIL’S SUS!” Dante pointed at Vergil with a grin.

You could practically see Vergil’s last thread of patience snap, “If anyone’s suspicious, it was you!”

“Kyrie and I found V’s body in the Cafeteria right after the lights were fixed.” Nero announced, interrupting his father and uncle to look at V, who just sighed heavily and took out a book, refusing to make any facial expressions to help the Crew… and ignoring the superior stare that Vergil aimed at him. Well, this is going to get tiring really quick, isn’t it. You deadpan at their interactions, hoping that they would just warm up to one another already.

“Well, I can account for Lady, Dante, and Y/N.” Vergil sighed, lips thinning in displeasure that they were two down already. “Lady was already fixing lights, and Y/N was coming from the east side to do the garbage… Dante has been following me the entire game.”

“Did anyone happen to see where Trish’s body was? Or where she headed off to from the start?” You asked.

“Trish headed to MedBay while Kyrie and I went to the Engine and Reactor.” Nero piped up, “I didn��t see her for the rest of the round.”

“Okay…” Lady mumbled before her heterochromatic eyes landed on Patty, who jolted from the older woman’s intense stare. “Patty, where were you?”

Patty paused to think, “When the alarm was sounded, I was with Nico in Security.”

“Can confirm!” Nico nodded with a ‘humph.’

“But before that, I went to Weapons to shoot asteroids, looped back into Cafeteria to go down to Storage to do a task there. I was just behind Y/N as they headed off to the right side… and then I went left into the Lower Engine before meeting up with Nico.” Patty concluded.

“Are we going to vote this round?” Vergil wondered, eyes fixed upon the timer countdown. “Or should we skip?”

“Hold on, Vergil.” Lady raised a hand before continuing to stare down Patty. “So you were the last one in the Cafeteria?”

“Um… that I know of?” Patty raised a brow, “But that was like at the beginning of the round.”

“So, you could have killed V at the very beginning.” Lady’s eyes narrowed, “That’s a bit suspicious.”

“So… voting out Patty?” Nico asked, seemingly convinced. “We could wait, but…”

“I voted already.” Lady chimed.

“Done.” Vergil confirmed.

“Well, if we’re sure…” Nero shrugged.

“Wait! That’s jumping wayyyy too into conclusions!” Patty protested. “There were a lot of people near the Cafeteria. They could have done it during the black out.”

“Nah, a lot of us were accounted for.” Dante clicked his tongue before turning to look at Patty. “Sorry, Patty.”

You and Kyrie had already voted. The only one who didn’t vote for Patty had been Nico.

Patty screamed in frustration before falling silent, “You all suck!”

Patty has been ejected.

“Nico, why didn’t you vote?” Nero questioned his mechanic, “You’re the one who asked to vote Patty out.”

“Sus-pi-cious~~~” Lady sang quickly before you all put your headphones back on.

The next round, you watched as Vergil, Dante, and Lady headed off to the right side before dancing back and forth in front of Nico and Kyrie, asking them wordlessly to follow you to the MedBay. When Kyrie followed me, Nero followed after her.

Once all four of you were in the MedBay, you pretended to complete a task while Nico got a med-scan. Almost all at once, you Sabotaged the MedBay doors as well as O2 within a few seconds before you and Kyrie got a double kill, getting Nico and Nero both at once. Both of you took the vent into Security before killing the Lights, walking down together to Electrical, where you turned the lights back on. Just as you were about to exit the room with Kyrie, you two encounter Dante, Vergil, and Lady.

Noticing that the cooldown had ended for the Kill button, you clicked on it, watching as your character stabbed Vergil’s in the back with a knife. It seemed that Kyrie had the same idea, as Dante was dead once the animation was over.

The screen went black and you and Kyrie cheered, throwing ‘air-fives’ at each other from across the room.

Everyone took their headphones off, shocked as their eyes trained upon you and Kyrie.

“What… the hell.” Nico muttered.

“I TOLD YOU GUYS IT WASN’T ME!” Patty screamed at everyone in the room, slumping in her seat and pouting.

“That was scarily efficient.” Dante groaned, staring at you and Kyrie with a new light.

Nero groaned and buried his face in his hands, “I knew there was something odd going on when we lost one another by the upper engine when the lights went out.”

“Hehe.” Kyrie laughed sheepishly, patting Nero on the shoulder. “Oops?”

“Y/N! I trusted you!” Nico wailed, looking as if cartoon tears would be streaming down her face if possible.

Raising a single hand up, you grinned and made the sign for ‘Victory.’ “I guess you guys just can’t underestimate us, then!”

“Another round.” Vergil demanded, glaring at you with a challenge in his eyes. “If I’m Imposter, you won’t be able to escape me. And if you’re the Imposter… then you won’t get the drop on me twice.”

You all grinned, and clicked on the ‘play again’ button. “Challenge accepted.”

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roccinan · 4 years ago

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1/? simply because you have the most galaxy brain thoughts ever,,, what do you think would've happened if they waited until s5 to reveal sergio and andrés were (half)brothers?

i do know that when my fam started watching lcdp at first i was so put off. like i watched ep 1 and the prof creeped me out. ""berlin"" creeped me out. e v e r y o n e creeped me out. and i was cringing so hard becz of the short lived romance angle with alison parker. i literally did not watch s1 at all xcept for like sneak peeks. highlights being the scene where berlin discovers monica is alive and does his dramatic door by door thing? that was so SUSPENSEFUL even tho i had no idea what was going on. DOMINGO DE RESURECCION remains forever iconic.

2/? And OF COURSE the group bella ciao dance when they hit earth (hahah i thought the banda were actually like a "found family where they all love each other LOL") i am a SUCKER for found family. but anyhoo when i properly got intrigued was s2 when tokyo was kicked out (the music from that scene is still my favourite) it's just so dramatic..!! why am i telling u all this again? right, i haven't slept a wink and it's nearly 7 am pls forgive me if these rambles make no sense. i have a point with this.. i'm going somewhere

RIGHT. so when the fam actually rewound the ep cz i wanted to know WHY berlin did that (didn't fully realise how batsht crazy he can be), the russian roulette scene played. and pedro's acting. MAN. and like just that ep they made a point of showing us these flashbacks where sergio and andrés hug....

Hi anon! Thanks for stopping by- sorry took me a while to get back to you, will do my best to answer this string of messages (got all 4 parts)! Glad you like my thoughts XD

Firstly, I believe Andres/Sergio would be the biggest LCDP ship if the writers were evil enough to wait until s5 to reveal that they’re brothers asdfasdf. They’re already the two most popular male characters anyway.

It’d be especially crazy because it’s not like they tell the actors these things beforehand either. So that means there’d probably be a Serdres vs Berlermo vs Serquel fight every 5 minutes. I mean, even if not everyone agrees on everything in the lcdp fandom, it’s the most “peaceful” one I’ve ever been in because no character really gets in the way of any other ship (like even with helermo and berlermo there’s no true conflict since Andres is dead). But with Serdres in the mix?? CATASTROPHE. Everyone out here writing essays about how much of a bastard/bitch/homewrecker/motherfucker that Andres or Sergio or Martin or Raquel is. Never a moment’s peace!! so basically, a regular fandom lmao.

Then when we find out they’re brothers, it goes from catastrophe to Apocalypse. Suddenly serquel and berlermo have the upper hand. Everyone would double down and harass the crew/cast into whatever’s going on. Plot-wise, everything is the same though, just without Andres calling Sergio “hermanito.” Fandom however, would be a minefield! And I’m glad that’s not the case because I’d probably be an unfortunate serdres shippers XD No joke, my mother and I thought they were a couple in S1. So bullet dodged!

Secondly: haha, everyone creeped me out in S1 too, especially Berlin, I hated him, but thinking back, I think I mostly hated the fact that I didn’t hate him as much as I should have. I’ve made peace with it now but oh boy, was he a controversial figure in my head. I actually like the professor on sight though! IDK why, maybe because I thought his plans were cool or because of Alvaro’s delivery. I was afraid of an Alison Parker romance thing too- like, I do feel like she had a storyline that got dropped, but that part was quite cringey and overall unnecessary to the plot. Same with Ariadna, which was even cringier and even Less necessary to the plot.

Domingo de resurrecion was iconic though yes! And even with all that said, I genuinely enjoyed parts 1 and 2 because it was so different from anything else I’d seen. Not content wise, but maybe tonally? IDK, they were just really bold with a lot of things, like being objectively unafraid of having the protagonists (plural because all of them did LMAO) do objectively shitty things. Really kept me in suspense from beginning to end!

I’m usually a big fan of found families too! The funny thing is, then banda never struck me as a “family” until season 3. In 1 and 2, I was wondering what felt different about this show; then it hit me that these people remained colleagues to the end. Like, they backstabbed each other (repeatedly) and everyone was quite selfish, and only the bonds that were already there stuck. They were the opposite of a found family LOL But I think by S3, they went down the found family route and I didn’t mind because it makes quite a lot of sense for them to feel that bond after the Mint heist and almost dying/living together (and having witnessed 3 deaths together on the team). But I still doubt Berlin and Palermo were ever really part of this found family, with good reason XD

LOL the scene where Tokyo got kicked out is also among my favorites!! It was so funny and dramatic, and it was like, wow we can go anywhere with this now! Don’t worry- your rambles and thoughts are always welcome :D

I’m rolling over how you watched the Tokyo expulsion scene before the Russian Roulette scene haha. Also yes, PEDRO. Berlin may have been “controversial” to me at first, but I became Pedro’s fan from day one! Also the Hug is probably what made me like Berlin (despite my determination to hate him rip) in the first place.

3/? ... and like now that i think about it... tokyo had real guts huh. like she KNEW berlin was close enough to el prof to know his name (fhshshs imagine if she'd heard andrés saying 'hermanito' it's unrealistic that she didn't TBH. i mean obviously they decided to make them brothers only towards the end but like in canon universe. how tf did andrés de 'i raised my bby brother since he was 12 and i'd actually die for him and his stupidly brilliant plans' fonollosa go 5 months without slipping up once and calling sergio hermanito. or like,,, i like to imagine sergio kinda gave him lots of leeway(?) sergio's a lil oblivious too but like i'm sure half of it is.. that's my dumbass older bro shut up i'm not being partial you all have city names .. andr-berlin, pass the salt. like OOF. + sergio also knew his big bro was dYiNG so like. i'm sure they were sneaking in some quality time (i hope they did 😭 gosh imagine if sergio really did not ever consider the possibility of andrés dying in the heist so he'd tell himself he needs to perfect the plan now & anyway he'll have enough time to spend w/ his brother post heist in philippines. and then ... that happened :/

Tokyo has guts in place of braincells you bet that she’d do something like this, consequences be damned XD I also think it’s unrealistic for Andres not to slip up, but I have a feeling nobody besides Tokyo really tried to spy on them in private. I headcanon that Andres instead slips up and does things like ruffle Sergio’s hair or adjust his tie when other people are around. I also think Tokyo was convinced that they were a gay couple when she saw them hug XD And if Sergio never went on to tell the banda that Berlin was his brother, everyone would be giving Palermo such awkward looks after Nairobi accused him of being in love with Berlin LMAO.

I agree! I also imagine Sergio giving Andres leeway because he’s just so used to interacting with his brother that way haha. So either he’d go out of his way to ignore Berlin in front of everyone else or IDK, borderline telepathically communicate with him. Not even “pass the salt” has to leave his mouth- Berlin just puts salt into his food and cuts it up for him, in front of everyone who’s just staring like O.O

I actually do think Sergio never considered the possibility of Andres dying in the heist because he was just that confident in his own plan. Plus, Andres was probably the one person he expected to survive. And a lot of it has to do with Sergio’s attachment to him + Andres’ own habit of downplaying any illness/injury over the years, which I think is safe to believe canon. He was really in no condition to be in the heist, let alone lead it. Just the fact that he needs to take those injections is a big sign that he shouldn’t be there, but Sergio didn’t catch it because he’s human and blinded by faith :’) So yeah, I think Sergio was planning to spend proper time with Andres in Palawan and at Toledo, they just settled for those little moments by the fireplace.

4/? what always also just GETS me in the feels is that el prof was shown to be this in control creepily calm dude who is miles ahead of everyone. + in the 1st Toledo class itself we see how detached,, like how impersonal he is, how professional - choosing frickin CITY NAMES?! no 'personal relationships' ? (after recruiting his older brother, a father son pair, and war cousins... oh sergio 😂 he's such a frickin nerd and i love him) but like the earlier seasons really emphasised how robotic and down right COLD he can be. it still sometimes bothers me that he put the button in the car. he lead the police to his own damn brother, his blood, who took care of him and adopted him and was terminally ill and like - UGH i try to rationalise that sergio is that cold and unbothered. or that he has strict morals. but it still bothers me becz that button really sort of tipped andres' already unstable sanity. like andrés tells denver someth like you've robbed my future and after that he just seems so much more suicidal and accepting that he can't get out of the mint alive - WHY SERGIO WHY. I KNOW THAT AT THAT POINT YOU BASICALLY DIDN'T KNOW ANDRÉS WAS GOING TO BE YOUR BROTHER YET BECZ IT WASN'T WRITTEN IN THE SCRIPT BUT WHYYYYY

That’s so funny to me too LMAO No personal relationships, then he recruits these guys. Sergio, hello?? Also can’t forget how he just recruited his own girfrleind in the second heist too. Buddy! Love this nerd.

I don’t think that cold aspect of Sergio went away in later seasons either; he just had more opportunity to show a more open side of himself + without Andres, he had to metaphorically leave his comfort zone without a safety net. But in earlier seasons, he really did seem heartless at times XD Then again, we can argue that the same goes for Andres.

To be fair, I didn’t feel sorry for Andres over the button thing lol, but once the brothers reveal happened and all of Alvaro/Pedro’s headcanons came out and we know everything Andres did for Sergio, it makes what Sergio did REALLY harsh. We really just have to explain it through Sergio’s strict morals and him believing this to be the best non-fatal punishment for Andres, who at that point had convinced him he killed a hostage. And because he knew the television interview was coming up, maybe Sergio assumed Andres would use it to “clear” his name anyway. And empathy isn’t one of Sergio’s strong suits either, so through that lens, I can rationalize it.

Also it was lowkey funny to me how Andres was there like DENVER MUST DIE until he found out Sergio put the button there, then he was like “oh hermanito, you and your practical jokes <3″

Still, like you said, Andres and Sergio weren’t brothers yet at this point. They were probably supposed to be lovers lmao and had a dysfunctional Hannibal Lecter x Will thing going on. But because they made #hermanos canon, that button moment just feels very out of place now, especially given how much the two genuinely love each other.

Guess we could also say that Sergio’s just generally kinda bratty with Andres XD Like, he knows no matter what, Andres would forgive him anything. That’s how I see it anyway!

#anonymous #thanks for stopping by!#royalpaperhouse is this you my friend? :D

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princess-of-riviaa · 5 years ago

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Bewitching the Witcher Part 5

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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Summary: Your sickness plays its last hand. As Geralt rushes to save you, will anyone’s efforts be enough to keep you alive? Or is this where you meet your death?

Series summary: You and The Witcher aren’t meant to be together. In fact, the only thing you two should be doing is getting as far away from each other as fast as you can. You shouldn’t. You really fucking shouldn’t. But he’s just too tempting to resist.

Author’s note: This is the final chapter in my first series for The Witcher fandom, and also my first series that I’ve written on tumblr. When I wrote the first part to this I never imagined that the story concept would get as much love as it did. So thank you everyone who has read to this point. SIDENOTE: this part doesn’t contain smut. It’s written purely for the plot. However, the parts prior to this chapter all contain plenty of Geralt love, and I will also be writing more oneshots/headcanons for both the infamous Witcher and his Bard.

You knew it was the last day of your life, but you kept that knowledge to yourself. If you brought it up to either of the protective bastards you’d come to love in the last six months, they wouldn’t let you enjoy it. And you’d be damned if you didn’t enjoy the hell out of your last day on earth.

So you didn’t bother to elaborate when you asked Geralt to make his famous roasted pork. He hunted down a worthy animal in less than twenty minutes and cooked it slowly over the fire, just how you liked it.

And you didn’t let Jaskier evade you when you cornered him in the woods and asked him the question that had been burning a hole in your brain for weeks: “Why did you never try to fuck me?”

Of course, you enjoyed the way his entire body seemed to go red as a tomato in a matter of seconds. “W-what?”

You rolled your eyes at his innocent facade. “Oh, please. You’ve groped everything that breathes. You’ve lied with every woman from Cintra to Nilfgard. So why didn’t you ever try to sleep with me?”

He looked everywhere but directly at you.

“Do you not think I’m beautiful, Jaskier?” You almost laughed at your own question. You hadn’t seen a mirror in a few weeks, though you had no doubt that you resembled a skeleton more than a living, breathing person. You’d never been further from beautiful than at this moment.

But you remembered who you used to be, when the Witcher blood ran strong in your veins. You’d been the perfect height--tall enough to look down on most people but not too gangly--with legs for miles. Your muscled body had curves in all the right places. Your breasts had been huge, your ass even bigger. Eyes followed you wherever you went, as did a line of drooling men. Back when you’d been a goddess of beauty, you hadn’t cared about any of it. Now you longed for it.

“Of course you were, Y/N,” Jaskier replied, then quickly added, “I mean, of course you are. Are, not were.”

“Just tell me why, then,” you pushed.

He laughed, clearly uncomfortable, though he knew you weren’t going to drop it. “Honestly?”

You nodded.

Jaskier kicked the fallen leaves and small tree branches at his feet, still avoiding your gaze. “I used to tell myself it was because you’d probably cut my manhood off if I tried anything.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you. Jaskier had once been terrified to get within five feet from you. Now, of course, he was like your protective, annoying older brother. That might have been the one good thing that had come out of your sickness: your newfound relationship with the ridiculously talented bard.

“I wouldn’t have gone that far,” you finally got out, still grinning at him.

He shrugged. “I know.”

“So that wasn’t the real reason,” you realized.

Jaskier finally brought his blue eyes back to yours. “No.”

You sighed. “Don’t make me beg for it, Jas!”

He hesitated. Then, “Because I knew--even from the night Geralt and I first ran into you and you tried to kill him and nearly did--I knew that you were his. You were always his, Y/N, and he was always yours. I’ve never believed in soul mates. I actually think that concept is complete bullshit. We get to choose who we love in this life, that’s what I believe. But you and Geralt... if there’s a better word than soul mates to describe the two of you, then I don’t know it.”

Oh.

You hadn’t been expecting that. Not from Jaskier. Not now--not today.

“Is that a good enough answer for you?” Jaskier wondered, breaking the silence.

All you could do was nod.

...

You convinced Geralt to take you on a hunt. There was no better way to end your last day alive than by killing a monster. And so, after an hour of pleading and convincing, he finally agreed, though probably just so you would shut up about it.

It didn’t take long for you two to find a creature roaming through the woods: a berserker. You found it ironic. On another hunt for a different berserker in a different mountain range during a simpler time, you and Geralt had finally revealed your feelings for each other. A berserker had started all of this. It was only poetic that a berserker would end all of this, too.

But before you could even strike the killing blow to the creature, your nose began dripping. Geralt beheaded the monster for you, much to your annoyance. You wiped your nose with the back of your hand. Geralt’s eyes widened when he glanced back at you. You didn’t have a chance to ask him what was wrong before you were doubled over in a coughing fit. When you pulled your hand away from your mouth, it was stained with blood.

Your nose was bleeding.

You were coughing up blood.

You didn’t have to be a medic to know that your time was just about up.

Geralt, on the other hand, wasn’t about ready to accept it so easily. In a flash you were in his arms and he was running back to your makeshift camp. He didn’t even explain himself to Jaskier before throwing you over Roach and climbing onto the horse behind you. Roach ran like he was desperate to save you, too.

You arrived at the nearest town in a matter of minutes. Geralt carried you in his arms, screaming wildly in the streets for a medic. Finally one approached you. Geralt followed after him.

All you were concerned about was the horrid, metallic smell of your blood. You were covered in it now. You’d also managed to dampen Geralt’s clothes with it, too. If he didn’t always wear all black, his clothes would have been stained.

You laughed at the thought, though it wasn’t particularly funny. Both you and Geralt knew it was a hysterical laugh; your time was down to minutes now.

“Hold on, Y/N,” Geralt muttered to you. He spoke so softly you could barely hear him. “Hold on for me.”

You stared at him as he carried you in his arms. Something hit you, then. The infamous Witcher, the wild beast of a man that Jaskier had written about and made famous throughout the land--most people feared him because he resembled a monster more often than he resembled a man. But with the fear in his eyes right now he looked so... human.

Your fingers were moving through his hair before you’d even realized you’d told your hand to move. “You’re so beautiful, Geralt. Such a beautiful human.”

“Y/N...” There was a warning in his voice, though you couldn’t figure out what he was warning you about.

“It’s okay, my love.” He had to know you were okay, that there was no better place for you in the entire world than in his arms, feeling his Witcher heart beat slowly against your head. “My love... you’re my love, Geralt.”

The world faded around you. All you could see was a man in the distance--a gloriously beautiful man. His dark hair was clipped short and his shining blue eyes looked longingly at a woman just a few paces from him. The girl’s blonde hair flowed in the wind, circling her tiny body.

The girl was--the girl was you. You, as a human. You, with no Witcher blood inside of you.

And the man who looked at you like you were the center of his universe--

That man was Geralt. Human Geralt.

You tried to cry out to him, to get his attention, to say something, but you had no voice. All you could do was watch as the Human You neared Human Geralt and looped your hands together. He kissed the top of your head and you swear you could feel it on your own head, your Witcher head. And then Human You and Human Geralt walked side by side until you disappeared in the distance, never needing to look back because all you needed was right beside you.

You wanted that, you realized. You wanted a long life with Geralt. More than you wanted to be a Witcher. More than you’d ever wanted anything.

You wanted him.

You wanted to be happy because of him.

You wanted him to be happy because of you.

And you’d be damned if you weren’t willing to fight tooth and nail to get that happy ending.

...

The medic told Geralt and Jaskier that you were dead before the medic could have tried to save you with a potion or elixir. The news made Jaskier erupt into a screaming fit, only occasionally broken up by a painful wail. Geralt, by contrast, became still as a statue. He didn’t move for several minutes. Those long minutes eventually stretched into hours. The night passed. Still, he never left your bedside, despite your body growing colder with every passing minute.

“G-Geralt,” Jaskier finally dared to speak up in the first light of dawn.

He didn’t reply. He didn’t move, didn’t breathe, didn’t do anything but stare at your body like his gaze could bring you back to him.

Jaskier called his name again. “She deserves...” He swallowed back a hiccup before beginning to sniffle. “She deserves a proper burial.”

Geralt didn’t even acknowledge Jaskier’s presence.

Jaskier moved towards your body on the other side of the bed. Finally, Geralt broke out of his trance. He jumped up and threw his arms around you, cradling you into his chest. Jaskier froze. Geralt’s gold eyes were wild and frantic, his sharp teeth blaring, and Jaskier knew that Geralt would kill him before he could get his hands on you. The Witcher resembled an untamed beast claiming his territory. Jaskier wasn’t about to get in the middle of it.

Jaskier left once the sun had fully appeared in the sky, off to get food for him and Geralt and--though he didn’t include this part--to get flowers for your corpse. Months ago, he’d heard you say that lilies were your favorite, so he went off in search of those.

Geralt remained by your side.

It was surprising, in the end, how your witcher had failed to notice anything changing within or outside of your body. His Witcher senses picked up nothing--not the first beat of your heart, a heart which now beat as fast as a human’s and not a Witcher’s; not the way the heat returned to your skin, bringing a pale color with it, brightening your cheeks and reddening your lips; not even the way your eyelids began to flutter like you were dreaming.

In fact, he was oblivious until Jaskier returned and pointed out that you looked eerily far off from dead. That you looked like you were alive and breathing and--

And that you no longer looked like a Witcher. The physical improvements that had transformed your body after you’d passed the witching test--the longer legs, the muscles that rarely tired, the nimble limbs that allowed you to move as fast as the speed of light--were gone.

Geralt watched you with a frozen awareness, waiting for--for something. He didn’t seem to know what to expect. Neither did Jaskier, which became obvious when he squeaked and moved to the corner of the room upon seeing your eyes open.

Your Witcher eyes had been silver. Not gray, not a soft shade of blue, but silver. They’d glowed as ominously as Geralt’s gold ones did.

But now, the eyes that blinked up at the two people you loved most in the world were an undeniable shade of jade green.

Neither Geralt nor Jaskier moved, unsure if you were a ghost or the undead or what.

They watched, Geralt’s hand moving to hover over the dagger strapped to his side, as you lifted yourself into a sitting position. The room was deathly quiet as you took in everything around you. You must have been staying in an infirmary, which you guessed from the sight of a million tiny jars of potions and healing ointments on the table beside your bed. That was the only decoration in the room besides the bed that you currently occupied. It was completely impersonal.

Your eyes flicked to Geralt. It was strange and unexpected, the feeling of terror that crashed through you. You’d only ever known him as a Witcher yourself, and the sight of another mutant like you hadn’t scared you. But now... now your heart was beating fast, and that was human fear running through your veins. Still, despite the warning signs in your mind screaming for you to run from him, you took in the sight of him with relief. Geralt. Your Geralt. Your Witcher.

You never thought you’d see him again.

The tears blurring his gold eyes were the only sign of his relief. His hand still hovered over his weapon, always cautious. There were deep, dark circles under his eyes from the stressful eighteen hours he’d just endured. But he’d never looked more beautiful to you.

You forced yourself to look away from him and turned towards Jaskier. The satchel at his side was full, probably stuffed with bread and cheese and cheap wine for him and Geralt. Orange lilies were crumpled in his hand as he took in the sight of you--very much alive, when you hadn’t been the last time he’d seen you.

“Those flowers are beautiful,” you said. Your voice sounded strange even to your own ears. Not as loud or as demanding; it no longer contained the strength of a Witcher. “But I don’t think they’ll be any good funeral. Perhaps a wedding?”

“You’re... alive.” There was no connotation in Geralt’s voice, the shock too great for him to generate a tone of voice.

You smiled at your Witcher. “I’m alive, my love.”

“H-how?” He blinked his tears away, though a few slipped down his cheeks. You resisted the urge to wipe them away. “The medic, he said you--”

“That Witcher we found a week ago,” you said, a thoughtful frown on your face, “her words finally make sense to me.”

The men just blinked at you, unable to follow along.

You closed your eyes, remembering the words of that ancient Witcher: “The only cure for my sickness is death.” The men were still frowning at you when you looked back at them. “I had to die before I could get better. Death wasn’t the sentence; it was the antidote.”

“You’re... better?” Jaskier asked, looking doubtful.

You looked between the men. “Well, that depends on your perspective, I think.” You looked down at your hands, thin and bony and small--not Witcher hands. “I’m no longer a Witcher. I’m human.”

Geralt sniffed. You looked to him, thinking he’d begun crying, and realized that he was sniffing the air--for your human scent. He paused when it hit him. His eyes went wide. “You are human.”

You hesitated. “Does that... disgust you?”

He didn’t answer with words, but rather with a quick kiss to your mouth. He held you tight against him, his arm wrapped so tightly around you that you could no longer breathe, but you didn’t dare ask him to stop. His mouth moved against yours, every touch a declaration of his relief.

Jaskier cleared his throat.

You two broke apart, looking over at the bard.

“So you’re just... you’re okay now?” He asked you. “You’re not sick?”

“I don’t think so, though I’m not sure,” you admitted. “But I think my Witcher magic was enough to fight the sickness. I think, now that I don’t have my magic anymore, I don’t have the sickness either.”

“So you’ll be okay?” Jaskier’s eyes widened hopefully.

You let yourself smile. “Yes. I’ll be okay.” You looked back at Geralt, whose eyes had never left your face. “Geralt, I’m human.”

He smiled back at you as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “So I’m hearing.”

He wasn’t getting it. “We can be together now.”

He frowned, the realization finally hitting him. “We can be together.” It came out as more of a question than a statement.

You looped an arm around his neck and pulled him back against you, giving his mouth a whisper of a kiss. “Marry me, Geralt.”

He pulled back, surprised. “W-what?”

“I want to be with you,” you said. “I want to spend every second for the rest of my human life by your side. I want to be yours--and I want you to be mine. So marry me.”

He laughed. “I never imagined myself being married.”

“Well you should start,” you told him as you slowly rose to your feet, unsure how stable your human body was. “Because I want to marry you. Not in a year, not in a month. Now. I want to marry you today, Geralt.” You pointed at the orange lilies in Jaskier’s hand. “And I want those to be the flowers I carry down the aisle with me.”

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huicitawrites · 5 years ago

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Hey, maybe some yandere/villain!deku hc's, please? Have a strong weakness for a morally compromised deku, lol

“My Hero, Your Villain.”

Hello! I love him he’s such a messy character, he is quite complicated to write as well. I AM VERY SORRY FOR THE DELAY, DEAR ANON!

It’s just I’m sort of struggling with balancing responsibilities and hobbies as regards time management. Moreover, I did NOT know how to write this character as Villain! Deku is the complete opposite of cannon deku (to some point tho). As well as I do not know how you view the origin of this character so I had to speculate.

Thanks for honoring me with your request and bearing with me~💕

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Yandere! (Villain!)DekuxReader

headcanon

trigger warning: toxic behavior, extremist views, delusional attitudes, overprotective behavior, implied possesive attitudes, implied obsession, kidnapping, stalkerish behavior, mental breakdowns.

Midoriya Izuku:

Izuku found society as horrifying.

It was a world in which the strong would prey on the weak, where the fake governed on the truthful. A world where heroes, the keepers of peace; were hypocrite scum.

Fame, money, power. Fairness and kindness were long forgotten. In Izuku’s mind, the civilians clinged to a false hope created by the empty promises of heroes.

In his twisted mind, they are the tarnishers of society. The ones who had enveloped society in rotting and putrid impureness.

In this society Young Midoriya despised, he found you. A diamond in the rough, a ray of light in the darkness.

[Y/N] became Izuku Midoriya’s true hero, yet he became your worst villain.

His green eyes looked with fascination at your quirk. His mouth left agape as you carry out your duties with passion. [“Everyone, don’t fret! I will save you all!” “It’s the rising hero, [hero name]!” “Thanks the gods, we are saved” “Oh what a relief”]

Although he should be angered at you, after all you ARE messing up his plans; but he simply can’t bring himself to it.

You are the torch that dissipates the darkness around him, the light that guides him to salvation.

He devotes himself to you. After all, you have become everything to him. Your absessence in his life means emptiness, and Izuku is greedy.

The young ‘villain’ will stalk you before going into direct contact as to be precautious. The first move must be the perfect start.

Izuku will keep a personal notebook directed towards you alone. In it, he will note down your tastes in all aspects seen. Any pattern he catches with his calculating, gleaming emerald eyes will be written down. The people you interact with and the relations they hold. Of course, he will highlight with fury those which pose a threat to your path and his intertwining.

And those who taint your purity as well.

Later, once Izuku has disposed of the antagonist to his happily ever after, he will cross the name out by sliding his blood, tainted fingers over it.

He really wishes to be there for you when tears are shed, although you’re wasting them in such scum. He wants to be the shoulder you cry on, the one you’d hold tight and cling to in times of anguish.

Izuku Midoriya desires you; his sweet, little hero [Full Name].

The deemed villain only wishes for your reciprocation, but will you grant it?

[“You’ve killed my friends, my fellow heroes and even innocent civilians! People whom I loved and held dear...Never will I ever forgive you! I won’t ever love you back! I’ll hate you instead.” “Sweet, darling [Y/N]... They were TAINTING you, dragging you to sin, integrating you in their so called ‘society’. I am protecting you, can’t yo-” “I will not hear to your delusions!”]

OH!

Oh...

oh….

Izuku’s made up world began to crumble, the delusions he had created and had begun to believe with all his core being. The thoughts, the memories, the fantasies. His sense of justice and balance, his doctrine; they all turned back against him.

He used to feel so close to you, so near to success. The angel he had in front of him would now fly away, extending their soft wings as they soared into the sky; away from his grasp.

In the midst of his break down, he tores at his own green hair and drags his hands down his scrunching face. Nails clawing over his peck freckled skin. Anger, deception, upset, fright. These he cannot handle, not alone.

He won’t let you leave him.

Midoriya will throw himself on you, weighing you down and pinning you to the darkness.

He will be the hero villain to whisk the princess away.

He is protecting you, is he not? He knows what is best for you, you’re just too attached to them, the society he has to erase. He must keep you safe, guard your purity which HE alone is worth of.

You belong with him, don’t you? Together.

However, no matter how hard he tries to convince himself; Izuku Midoriya knows what he is doing incorrect. But you and him, together! It feels so right. His heart pumps in excitement.

Young Midoriya can’t blame you when you try to escape, or when you throw a tantrum. [“It’s alright [Y/N], you don’t understand just yet. I’ll have to teach you’]

He’s not punishing you, he is just teaching you a lesson.

There is no damage in locking you with him on a dark, cold cellar.

He is not hurting you. He isn’t the reason behind your sad, silent tears isn’t him?

Perhaps a hug will calm your worries as he cooes sugary words to you.

Deep down, his sense of fairness and balance is spinning in circles. He is aware of the wrong he is committing, his morality becoming a double-edged sword poking at his chest.

In the end, he buries those concerns away and focuses on you.

“Everything is gonna be okay, [Y/N]. I am with you. I will protect you, sweetheart. Nobody will lay their impure touch on you, I swear.”

His sweet, little hero.

Your big bad villain.

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artcredit by m-ochaa (tumblr) regards the gif! Sadly, I could not find the artist from the first pic :(.

If you know who they are, inform me! Anyhow, it is amazing nonetheless

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littlemisssquiggles · 6 years ago

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I think I came up with a really cool RG idea, Squiggles: in the event that there is some sort of dance or event in volume 7, what if Oscar, like the good, respectful boi he is, asks Yang for her approval of asking Ruby out?

That’sa really sweet idea Miggy. As a matter of fact, I think it ties intoa question left by @protectoscarpine so lemme kill two birds with one stonehere.

“…Do you think Weiss, Blake, and Yang would giveadvice to Oscar about Ruby as well? Or would they just relentlessly tease himinstead..?”

Ialready sort of depicted a scene in a very old musing about Weiss giving Oscarsome advice about Ruby. It was during a moment Weiss, Ruby and Oscar had toattend a charity gala hosted by the Schnee Dust Company in its veryheadquarters so the three were there on a reconnaissance mission of some sort.Ruby was forced to attend the gala as Whitley’s date and during the nightWhitley had been very rude to Oscar, putting him down in front of hiscolleagues and Ruby, much to his humiliation.

AfterOscar departs from the dance, Weiss joins him on the balcony for consolationand the two share a nice brother-sisterly conversation where Weiss gives Oscarsome advice from her experience. Now this musing post was written before V6 andbefore I started including RWBY Squiggle Scripts insome of my theory posts. However I still did a good job at describing themoment. You can check out the original post right here.

Ican see Weiss being supportive of Oscar’s interest in Ruby in her own ice queen/snowangel way just as how I can pictureBlake being supportive in a way that’s appropriate for her personality andcharacter. If anything, the one I’m definitely expecting to be supportive butequally teasing about RoseGarden is Yang.

Beingthe big sister that she is, I can definitely picture Yang taking a crack atteasing Oscar over his feelings for Ruby. I don’t think she’ll have a problemwith this relationship either. I’ve seen other depictions of Yang’s reaction toRoseGarden proven rather violent resultingin her becoming enraged at Oscar for daring to have a crush on her baby sister.The same with Qrow and I always, admittedly found those sorts of depictionskind of ridiculous.

Inever pictured Qrow or Yang to be type to become furious with Oscar (or anyonefor that matter) for wanting to romantically pursue Ruby unless the individualappeared suspicious.Since we’re talking about Oscar specifically, I don’t see these two minding atall if Oscar liked Ruby. The most I can see them doing is having their fill of amusementat poking fun at Oscar; but nothing too harsh thatresults in the kid getting hurt in the process for just having an innocentteenage boy crush. Then again, this is only my opinion and toeach their own, I suppose.

Frommy perspective, Yang and Qrow would be cool with Oscar having a crush on Rubysince Oscar isa good boy. Despite their tensionwith Ozpin, I’d like to believe that as of V6, Yang and Qrow now differentiate Oscar from Ozpin and disassociate their feelingsabout both souls. They now see Oscar as his own person and actually havepositive opinions of him. But again that’s how I’m seeing it.

Butspeaking about Yang, Yang strikes me as the type to show her support by teasingthe living daylights out of Oscar just for her own kicks. This actually makesme think of VoltronLegendary Defender in its finalseason where Lance asked Allura on a date and he went to Coran for advice orsomething only for Coran to pull the dear old dad cardsince Coran is technically Allura’s parental guardian as entrusted by herfather King Alfor.

NowI’m picturing the opposite where, Oscar being the small town precious bean thathe is who was probably brought up on old fashioned family values going to Yangfor her blessing to ask Ruby to be his date to his dance, just as youenvisioned Miggy.

Mynew Pinehead headcanonfor Oscar’s backstory is that he was probably raised by his single mother for most of his life. Oscar never knew his fatherbecause he passed away before Oscar was born so the closest thing to a father figureOscar had was his ole Uncle Henry, a close relative of his dad who alsolooked out for him growing up and he ultimately extended the same treatment toOscar. Since AuntEm and Uncle Henryfit with the canon of the Wizard of Oz, I’m going to refer to Oscar’s auntand uncle by those names; at least in this version of my headcanon.

I’veshared a lot of headcanons for Oscar’s family. I should probably make a listone of these days. Anyways, in this headcanon, Henry and Em are actually Oscar’s great auntand uncle since Oscar’s father was their nephew. When Oscar’s fatherpassed away before he could meet his son, Uncle Henry promised Oscar’s poorwidowed mother that he and Em would help her raise Oscar in his place and bringhim up nice and fine just like his daddy. However they preferred to have Oscarrefer to them as ‘UncleHenry and Aunt Em’ to make them feelless old than they actually were. A little joke in theirfamily.

Inmy theory, Oscar once lived alone with his mother but his aunt and uncle livednot too far from Oscar’s original home so part of Oscar’s childhood was spent betweenhis house in the middle of the woods and the farm.

AnywaysUncle Henry was an old man with old fashioned ways and he brought up his nephewon those same honourable family values. So Oscar was taught that if he liked agirl and had plans to go steady with her inany shape or form; he should always ask the girl’s family for their blessingbefore he pursued anything out of respect.

AlthoughOscar simply just wants to ask Ruby to be his date to the dance; Uncle Henry’steachings was still cemented in his memories. So out of respect, Oscar shylyapproaches Yang. He goes to her as opposed to Qrow since a) Yang is Ruby’ssister and a closer blood relative and b) Yang’s more approachable than Qrow inOscar’s eyes.

Theconversation goes as well as you would hope with Yang initially being amused byOscar’s approach. But things take an interesting turnwhen the topic of Ozpin is woven into the conversation. And of course, you knowI gotta a SquiggleScript for it, right?

RWBY Squiggle Script #011: A Sister’s Blessing

Picture it:

Oscar: *nervously*Hey Yang, got a sec?

Yang: *flashes Oscar a welcoming smile* What’s up, farm boy?

Oscar: *nervously*You know the Atlas Dance that’scoming up?

Yang: Of course, Weiss and I are helping out withthe preparations. Makes me think back to the time we helped back at the BeaconDance. Why?

Oscar: …Well…do you knowif…Ruby might be going?

Yang: Well we’re all going soyeah she’ll definitely be there. Why?

Oscar: *twiddling his fingers; nerves rising* Do you know if she’s…y’know… going with anyone? Like…a date?

Yang: Pffft! Yeah, like Rubywould ask anyone to—

Yangdoes a double take, quirking a brow at Oscar’s nervous face.

Yang: Why you asking?

Oscar: *blushing*It’sjust… I was wondering if it’d be okay with you if I ask Ruby to go to the dancewith me.

Yang: *a little surprised* Why are you asking for mypermission? I’m not her mom.

Oscar: Yeah but you are her older sisterwhich makes you her closest immediate family. My Uncle Henry always used to sayif you’re serious about a girl, make sure it’s okay with her family firstbefore trying anything otherwise don’t come crying if you get shot at.

Yang: … How old was your uncle Oscar? How old?

Oscar: *wearily* Ican’t say. Not unless I want myself, my future children and my futurechildren’s children to be haunted by my uncle’s ghost. So…Pine Family secret. *shrugs andchuckles awkwardly*

Yangonly laughed.

Yang: Wait, so your uncletold you only ask permission when you’re serious about a girl?

Oscar: That’s right.

Yang: So…you’re serious about my sister?

Realizationwashed over Oscar’s face, turning him pink under his tanned complexion. Aplayful smirk played at Yang’s lips and she suddenly edged very close to Oscarwho only eyeballed her awkwardly.

Yang: Oscar. *teasing grinwidening* Do you like Ruby?

Oscar: *in complete denial* N—No! NO! I…I a-admireRuby. I admire her very, very much! As a huntress ! B-Becauseshe is an amazing huntress. A very amazing huntress. And…I…respect her as a huntress and—and…and as a woman!No! A girl.A nice girl. A…pretty nice girl….A…*trails off smiling dreamily as he thinks of Ruby* A very, very pretty nice girl with…beautiful eyesand a beautiful warm smile that just—

Oscarsnaps out of his daze, remembering where he was and who he was talking to. Butunfortunately his return from la-la-love land wasn’t quick enough since Yangheard every word he just muttered and now stood looking at him with a grin so wide;it’d give the Cheshire cat competition.

Yang: *bouncing amusedly* Oh my gosh! I was justyanking your chain, you really like her!

Oscar: *embarrassedly* Shush keep your voicedown!

Yang: *mischievously* Nuh uh. I’m going to have fun withthis.

Oscar: *wearily* Please don’t.

Hisdiscomfort was only met with Yang poking his cheek; Cheshire grin still veryprominent on her face.

Yang: *grinning* Sooo Oscar…. what areyour intentions with my baby sister? *laughs* I’vealways wanted to ask that. But seriously what are your plans?

Oscar: *incredulously* Plans? What plans?

Yang: *mischievous intent intensifying* You want my blessing, right? Impress me farm boy.

Oscar: *frowning*Ishould’ve gone with Qrow. At least he would’ve been less embarrassing.

Yang: *whiny* Oohcome ooooonnnnn! *playfullypokes Oscar in the cheek with a metal finger* What are you hoping for after this dance?Do you plan on confessing your true feelings? Plan on you and Ruby dating?Make her your girlllllllllfriend?

Atthis point, Yang is up in Oscar’s face smirking down at him. Oscar in turn wasmore shades of red than a bowl of strawberries.

Oscar: I—

Oscarbacks himself up a bit from Yang’s amused eyes looming over him and takes adeep breath to easy his frantic heartbeats.

Oscar: …Honestly, it’s notabout that. *sombrely* I just want her to like me and to know that she can trust me. Witheverything that’s happened since Mistral and all the tension with Oz, I’mworried that might’ve changed how Ruby sees me. From the start, she was alwaysnice to me.Looking out for me.Getting to know me.She never once made me feel like I was just a new body for Ozpin. Another life forhim to live through. She made me feel like I was still my own person. I felt…likeshe always saw me for just me. Just plain ole Oscar. It’s why I admire—it’swhy I like her so much. That level of compassion—how she always does what shecan to help others even when she doesn’t have to. She’s not perfect. Not… like she needs tobe or anything. She has her flaws and her quirks. But that spark of hers—theway how she just inspires others. Inspires me…that made her the most beautiful girlI’ve ever met in my life. That…and she’s also really, really pretty.

Atthis point, Oscar was red from ears to cheek but he smiled giddily against hisincreasingly blushing face as he continued his confession.

Oscar: Her eyes werethe first thing I noticed about her and…they’re the first thing I notice when Ilook at her. Not cause they’re silver or…they’re magical laser beams that canvaporize Grimm but…because when I look at her eyes, I…see her. I see her for the beautifulperson she is both inside and out. How… can a guy not fall in love with her for that?

Witha humble sigh, Oscar glance at Yang only to find her gawking at him; jawhanging.

Oscar: …What?

Yang:…You love her!

Oscar: What! No…I—

Yang: That’swhat you said. That’s what you just said! I HEARD YOU! Everyword!

Oscar: *blushing and defensive* I meant…hypothetically.

Yang: But you meant it though, right?

Oscar: I…I…I—

Atthis point Oscar could feel the blood reach his face and if he got anymoreflustered, he was certain he was going to have a nosebleed at some point.

Oscar: L–Look you already got meto admit I like her! Can we just drop ‘the other thing’ fornow? Please.Before this gets even more embarrassing.

Yang: *grinning broadly* Too late, lover boy.

Oscar: *embarrassed* Yang, I beg you please don’t make a big deal out ofthis. Even if I do feel that way with ‘the other thing’ that shall not be named, I don’t know… if Ruby… feels anything like that forme. I don’t think she would since…she’s so…and I–I’m so…. and then there’s the Ozpin thing—

Ijust don’t know how she sees me anymore. I can’t even think about that kind ofstuff. I don’t even think that’s possible anymore with…

Oscartrails off thinking about the inevitable Merge. He then shakes his head and snapsback from his momentary depressive thought.

Oscar: For now, I just reallywant to get to know Ruby better and for her to get to know me better. The real me.While I still can. And this dance is the best chance I got. For one night, she’sdoesn’t have be a Silver Eyed Warrior and I don’t have to be the guy with twosouls where everyone…doesn’t…trust his other half.

Wecan be ourselves however we want. She can finally know me. See me again and I just…want herto at least like me for that if it’s still possible.

Yang: *gushing* Awww…. I mean, good answer. Very good answer.Okay, next question and this one’s really important.

Yangtakes a breath as her expression became sombre.

Yang: Will you ever lie to my sister? Even if was to protect her?

Hertone was surprisingly firm and this question takes Oscar aback especially withhow light-hearted and playful Yang had been with him just then.

Oscar: *incredulously* Why would you—?

Yang: *firmly* Just answer the question.I mean… I’m not trying to imply anything here;I just want to know what you would do.

Oscar: *cautiously*…I…can’t speak for the future, Yang.I can’t speak for the type of person I’m going to become. But right now, as Oscar,what I can say is that I was raised by a family built on good morals. I mean,we had our fair share of things we kept to ourselves but trust and honesty wasalways important to us. That being said, the truth is also a double edged swordand I’m willing to see both sides thanjust the one.

Yang: *tersely* So you’re saying youwould lie.

Oscar: I’m saying I don’t knowwhat I would do if I was put in that type of position. Lie to keep the personyou love from being hurt or risk hurting them with the truth anyways—it’s notas black and white as you might think. Either way it wouldn’t end well foranyone as weboth know. It’s a tough call foranyone to make and I wouldn’t know what the right choice would be and that’s mebeing very honest.

Yanglooked down Oscar sternly for a few beats before making a face as she processedhis answer. She then nods in silent acceptance of his answer before moving onto her next question.

Yang: *solemnly*Wouldyou ever hurt Ruby? I mean…not intentionally just…if she does trust you,you wouldn’t do anything to break that trust, would you?

Oscar: Of course not. I mean, I’d try veryhard not to. Hurting Ruby is the last thing Iwant. I care too much about her after all. Right now, all I want to do is justtake her to the dance. This way she can have fun and I just want to show her agood time and hope she enjoys herself.

Yangquirks a brow at Oscar’s last comment and he immediately backpedals.

Oscar: …I—I mean I want herto have fun with me but not too much fun,y’know what I mean? Only the appropriate amount of fun that a normal girlshould have with a boy. N—Not that I was planning on doing anything else but just appropriate fun. I—I mean—

Oscar’sstuttering is interrupted by Yang snorting, no longer able to keep up herserious façade as she laughed at the flustered look on Oscar’s beet red face.The blonde huntress then smiled at Oscar understandingly as she clapped him onthe back.

Yang: It’s okay Oscar. I hearyou. I know you’re not that type of kid. You’re a good boy Oscar.The kind of good boy… I wouldn’t be too mad about taking my baby sis to thedance.

Oscar: *perking up* Really?

Yang: Yep. You now have theYang Xiao Long full seal of approval.

Oscar: *smiles* Thankyou, Yang.

Yang: *grinning*No problem. *grins widely* Anythingfor my futurebrother-in-law. *finger guns Oscar*

Oscar: *flustered again*…Wha—What!

Yang: *teasingly*Oh I’m just kidding! Jeez! Lighten up a little there, lover boy.You’re going to have to get used to my wacky sense of humour before you marrymy sister someday.

Oscar: Ma–marry! Wait…what!

Yang: *whistling innocently* What? Whosaid anything about marriage? Psssh! I didn’t say anything like that.

Oscar: You did just now!

Yang: *feigning innocence* Did I though Oscar? Did I really?

Oscar: *pouts* I…I’mgonna go talk to Ruby now.

Withthat, Oscar leaves Yang who waves enthusiastically behind him.

Yang: Good luck Oscar!Remember break her heart and I’ll break your legs!

Oscar: *whips around in the distance* What!

Yang: I said break a leg. Goget her, loverboy!

Evenfrom afar, Yang could hear Oscar’s long groan of embarrassment and at that, shelaughed to herself.

Yang: *amusedly*Man, I’m going to have so much fun teasing him.

Andscene.

Whatdo you think, Miggy?

Hopeyou and my fellow Rosegardeners like it.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

#squiggles answers: rwby #oscar pine #ruby rose #yang xiao long #rwby rosegarden #oscar and ruby #oscar and yang #rwby theories #squiggles scripts: rwby #miggy97

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eenefangirlanalysis · 7 years ago

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The episode opens with Sarah and Jimmy viewing a sign which reads, ‘Wait to be seated.’

Sarah takes quite offense to this note while Jimmy immediately knows that it’s what they always say in restaurants. Do Sarah and her family go out much to eat?

Which Eds handwriting does this belong to? It’s really neat! I feel like we have only seen Eddy’s but I am probably wrong.

Just then a quite dapper Eddy greets Sarah and Jimmy welcoming them to ‘Ponce De La Eds’. He then pretends to look at a folder to see if there are any free tables. As Sarah points out/threatens Eddy didn’t even open his eyes. He obviously out for a new scam.

Can we talk about this suit and tie for a moment? And the way Eddy’s hair is slicked back? Okay, I can totally see Eddy slicking back his hair on his first date with Edd or anybody he dates!

Anyway, that suit is a little big for Eddy. As we have discussed in the past I believe Eddy’s trademark yellow shirt is a hand me down from Bro. He was wearing it as a baby while Ed and Eddy were wearing different clothing other than their trademark attire.

Eddy wants to mirror Bro. He also misses him. Eddy doesn’t realize how long his brother has been gone until season 2, Ed in a Half Shell. My headcanon is that Bro was disowned by his parents a short time after graduating high school. It’s been eight years since he left. Eddy was quite young when Bro was still around. He must have been five years old.

I don’t think I mentioned this at all last month, but I love that tan line around Eddy’s eyes. Eddy likes being in the sun. Contrasted from Bro who spends his time inside his trailer. Before you argue I’ll leave you with this question. Did Bro really work in Mondo-A-Go-Go Amusement Park? Or is he hiding out? Sweet dreams!

Jimmy knows exactly what he should do to win over Eddy.

Is this the same dollar he offered for the gold pants in High Heeled Ed?

Eddy, you’ve taught this boy well!

You know what I just realized? The kids never ask for their money back when this scam is ruined! The Eds keep the money! But, that’s not enough for Eddy! He wants their acceptance more than the money! Bro cared about the money. Eddy wants Bro to accept him and notice all his achievements. But sadly, Bro kept Eddy in his shadow.

We’ll talk more about Eddy and Bro’s relationship as the month goes.

Sarah and Jimmy are seated by Edd. He kindly pushes Sarah into her seat. He is so sweet!

Edd/Sarah moment anyone?

Also, he looks so cute, too! Does Edd own this suit? I especially like his bowtie!

Not just Sarah and Jimmy but all the cul-de-sac kids are present.

Kevin and Nazz have their own table. Kevin’s already grumbling knowing he’s getting ripped off. Nazz likes the Eds witty ideas.

Jonny and Plank are having lunch.

I LOVE that Rolf and Wilfred are having lunch together. It took me years to notice that! Honestly, Edd should have gone over to their table, Wilfred squeals what he wants, and then Rolf would judge Edd for not understanding ‘pig latin’!

Rolf is having a hard time reading the menu so he make out with the food orders are.

I like this menu.

As Eddy reveals later on, I wonder if Eddy copied the menu his brother made or created new names for meals. Eddy was very young during the Bro years. Still, he was able to make a mental image of all his brothers scams. I wonder if Eddy hasa photographic memory.

Also here is more canon evidence that Edd spells his nickname as ‘Double Dee’

Again, Ed must have drawn all the food symbols. He’s going to have a great career in art some day.

In response to Nazz’s question of what he’s going to get Kevin responds sarcastically, “I’m ordering the barf bag.”

Nazz responds, “Where’s that on the menu, Kevin?”

BEST RESPONSE! It makes me laugh every time!

The writers are once again making Nazz dumb when she’s really a smart person. Even Edd is aggravated by this.

Next Plank is treating Jonny for lunch.

Edd nervously sweats thinking he may have to improvise when an insulted Jonny argues, “What do yah mean a Ed Turkey a la King for you and a couple of breadsticks for the bald kid?"

Ed, Edd n Eddy nailed it at comedy! Hands down!

Everyone gives their orders and Edd goes to alert Ed.

Ed has made a mess of Eddy’s kitchen.

Wait, why wasn’t Eddy the cook?!

That was his trademark in earlier seasons! The more Eddy obsessed about Bro the more he forgot about his own person! Eddy couldn’t think straight. He was angry, bossed around his friends more, and even physically abused himself. Eddy’s mental state took a turn for the worst.

Ed threatens Edd with a carrot. "Oh no you don't! Too many cooks spoil the galoshes, Double D!"

Galoshes - Boots

Edd politely tells Chef Ed that there are more orders to fill

I always read over the script on the eene wiki to make sure I have the exact quote. Now and then something very different is written from what is said in the actual episode.

Does Ed say, “I will wake him up?” or “I will whip them up?” I believe it’s the first one.

#ed edd n eddy #eene #Ed... Pass it On #Eddy's Brother Appreciation Month #Ed #Edd #Eddy #Kevin #Nazz #Rolf #Sarah #Jimmy #Jonny #Plank #eene analysis #Ed in a Half Shell #Eddy's Brother #eene head canons

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guidingthulite · 6 years ago

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Hey did you know that when I was away I made a bunch of headcanons

Did you also know I forget to post them everyday

- Hamano was, technically, the first one to confess, but he decided to do it in such a casual manner that Hayami thought he was kinda joking (he probably did it after training or while they were fishing), but Hamano kept saying 'I love you' over and over, and Hayami, being who he is, just turned his head around, saying 'okay, okay' or just plain blushing and walking away. It was one day they were walking back home that Hamano tried to confess once more, only for Hayami to be annoyed because he 'didn't mean it seriously' and that he 'should stop playing with his feelings'. But Hamano stopped walking, held Hayami's hand and looked at his eyes, and with a serious expression he said 'But I do love you. For real'. And at first Hayami couldn't stop staring at Hamano, but then realization hit him and Hamano was the only thing he COULDN'T look at. Long story short, it was a mess, but at least they were dating now

- I've written so many confession fics on my head this is like one out of a million

- The only way for Hamano to study is having Hayami near, because he would leave it for later to never really do it, and Hayami insists that he does, and that they won't really do anything else until they're both done with homework/studying - And speaking about that, Hamano is good at History, because it's something that Hayami loves (when they were studying ancient China Hamano discovered that Hayami knew more than any teacher. Ever. Isn't he so cool) and when he rambles about it Hamano tries to pay as much attention as he can, and something always stays with him, so it's easier studying History

- HAVE I MENTIONED THAT HAMANO HAS CANONICALLY WRITTEN POETRY CAUSE. HE DEFINITELY HAS WRITTEN SOMETHING FOR HAYAMI

- These two planned their wedding when they were children, Hamano brought it up some random day and Hayami was embarrased because 'we were children we didn't really know i mean i don't think we're getting married anyways' and Hamano basically excitedly screams that 'no!!! We'll marry because we love each other! And we will wear pretty dresses! And we'll invite the whole team! And the fishing lady!' so they spent the whole afternoon planning it over again (only one thing was clear after the planning: Kurama would be the flower boy)

- Hayami once called Hamano 'Kaiji' accidentaly and both of them died internally

- Hamano is SOOOOOOOO into the idea of double/group dates. It all started when Ichino and Aoyama called them over for a group thing and since then he has loved hanging out with other couples

. - ... Which obviously led to Hamano wanting to hang out with Minaho and Manabe - And Hayami was okay with it but internally he was hella nervous because Minaho and Hamano are VERY good friends and he has only talked to Manabe like... Twice, maybe, when Earth Eleven came back and they held a party n stuff, so he thought that the date would be basically Minaho and Hamano talking about whatever while he and Manabe stared at each other awkwardly

- But the double date was fun and everyone talked to everyone and Hayami found out that Minaho and Manabe are really really really nice people to hang around - So they hung out more often (but not that often because Minaho and Manabe live away, sob)

- and they started dating each other. and kurama. and kurama is also dating hikaru and kariya too. kurama has a lot of boyfriends

- Hayami is actually very into videogames, specially rhythm ones and RPG's (story heavy ones in general). He introduced Hamano to the Rhythm Heaven franchise because he thought he would love the quirkiness of it

. - AND HE DID HE LOVES RHYTHM HEAVEN SO MUCH. Hayami bought him The Best+/Megamix for his birthday and Hamano almost choked him because he hugged him too thightly

- Because I'm obvious, at some point Minaho, Manabe, Hamano and Hayami go to England for their honeymoon and Hayami and Minaho have to make sure the other two are with them all they time because they are absolutely horrible at English and they can't be left alone

- Hamano and Hayami have sleepovers all the time. And there was a time when both were super awkward around each other because they were starting to fall for each other and were sUPER SLOW to realize. So anyways, Hayami told Hamano to sleep somewhere else and at first he did go to another room but sometime later he came back because 'Hayami if I want to see you early in the morning I'll just get up earlier and come here but if I stay I want to wake up with you and all...'

- You can pinpoint the moment Hayami died internally. - But he agreed. And while he was sleeping lying on Hamano's chest he Realized™

- fuck i should write that

- Speaking of Hamano and Hayami being slow, my brother and I have this AU in which Kurama is Hamano and Hayami's son, and a time traveller who came to this time to ensure those two get together so he can exist in the future and all

- Kinako and him bonded over being time travellers sent to take care of family members and then both joined the Shorty Brigade with Shinsuke and Konoha

- Also he has a younger sister named Estrella (I like to nickname her Suta for some reason)

- i think suta is a boy name heck

- Hamano can carry Kurama and Hayami at the same time. He's quite proud of that.

- Okay so some people talk about Tsunami adopting Hamano but hear me out. NORIKA ADOPTING HAMANO. [And now the best headcanon is Kogure and Haruna adopting Hamano]

- I somehow have the headcanon that Hayami likes Vocaloid and my mind jumped to him dressed as Hatsune Miku save my soul

- I recall Kurama saying something on the games that made me think he likes wearing skirts/dresses but I can't remember what it was

- But yeah Kurama likes wearing skirts and dresses

- I looked for it and now I know. (This is what he said on the Spanish ver and through time and experience I learned that translation differ from each other... A lot) They were talking about the Middle Age clothes (when they went to Jeanne's time n stuff) and Kurama just said that 'I don't know, it's like wearing a dress, right?' and it gave off such a casual vibe that I started that headcanon

- Maybe I'm reading into it too much

- But he would look adorable in dresses don't lie to me

- When they grow up, Hamano works as a preeschool teacher and Hayami works as a biology/history teacher, in higher levels of education of course - Au in which all 5 of my ot5 work as teachers. Manabe is obviously a math teacher. Kurama can take the biology away from Hayami idk, he likes animals. My Philosophy teacher sorta reminds me of Minaho so there but he could also teach Psychology

- The whole school starts suspecting about Hamano and Hayami because _why would a preeschool teacher hang around teachers who teach (? older kids_ but then Kurama comes along, and then Minaho and then Manabe and aaaaaa

- The whole school ships it. There used to be arguments regarding who matched better with who but they kind of died when all 5 started dating. There were discussions regarding who the cutest were, though

- On the alternate timeline where Sakka is Dead and no one joined the Sakka club, Hayami starts dating Aoyama.

- But it feels weird because even though he really likes Aoyama he gets this feeling that it's just because he's the closest person he has.

- And there's this guy on his class, Hamano. He is a rather quiet kid (although some of his classmates would beg to differ) and sometimes he asks for his eraser or tells him good morning when he arrives and it's so SO weird, because he feels as if he SHOULD know him, and he SHOULD feel a certain when he looks at Hamano or when he talks to him, like they knew each other but forgot, like they have or had something together. But if they ever had something, it's gone.

- And this other guy, Kurama, who is on his class too. He's quite rude, stubborn and doesn't really talk to anyone unless he is required to. The kind of person Hayami doesn't really like, and yet, for some reason, he can't get angry at him. He has caught himself smiling at how the smaller boy pouted when he couldn't answer a question correctly. Sometimes, he'll look at his only visible eye (what kind of fashion statement is that, Hayami wonders) and see things deeper than just the black that it seemed to have.

- I JUST LOVE THAT ALTERNATE TIMELINE SO MUCH IT'S TOO ANGSTY SOB - But Hamano and Hayami do end up meeting each other, they sit together for a whole month. - Hamano makes Hayami laugh at one point and he's like 'bjmljgxfbc who are you why is your laugh so cute omg why can't you laugh more often your smile is so precious too i'm sOB'

- Hayami is flustered because 'what he said wasn't even that funny wHY AM I LAUGHING SO MUCH' but he can't really stop and aAAAAA

- But after sitting together they don't really talk that much because yeah, being with one another was fun but there is really nothing that ties them together, so they lose contact

- Oh look at that I can write angst after all. Nice.

- On a not so sad note, Hamano is the biggest fan of cuddles and affection in general ever on existence (or at least out of his boyfriends) like he could be walking down the street with Kurama and he has to hold his hand and give him a kiss on the forehead (Kurama hisses at him but he feels blessed he's just not really into showing it) or fishing with Hayami when he tells him to sit on his lap (or just outright goes and sits on Hayami's) before resuming fishing (Hayami hesitates a bit to put his arms around Hamano but when he does Hamano and I thinks it's the cutest thing) or hanging out with Minaho on his room and he hugs Minaho so thightly and Minaho pets his hair and hugs him back, or reading with Manabe when he puts his head on Manabe's shoulder, and Manabe has to close the book because he's getting sleepy as well so they lay down and cuddle together until they've both fallen asleep.

- Then one of the other three comes to join them.

- Usually the first one is Kurama, and because he is the smallest and thus the most huggable he is always in the middle. Then it's Hayami, who takes off Manabe's glasses because sOMEHOW he forgot to take them off to sleep. He unties his hair and lays wherever he's closest to. He's tired. Minaho is mostly the last one because he's a night owl eEHEHEHEHE. He gives everyone night kisses on the forehead and falls asleep quite fast, actually.

- THEY'RE SO BLESSED AND I'M SOB

- Speaking of Hamano getting sleepy, he can't go on long bus trips without falling asleep. Cars, maybe, but for some reason he can't go through a long bus trip without falling asleep.

- Poor Hayami knows this better than anyone. It's like Hamano KNOWS when a trip is going to be long even if no one told him so. And he uses Hayami's shoulder as a pillow. Always. Well, not always, there was one time where the bus moved a biiiiit too much and Hamano fell to his lap

- He didn't wake up because he's THAT powerful

- Anyways, Hayami just stared at him for a few second, then REALIZATION hit him like a truck, and he hoped no one was watching him. On the seats before them, Ichino and Aoyama, both of them sleeping, safe. Seats behind them, the managers, who looked too into their conversation to notice. And the only one he should be worrying about was Akane, who had a camera, but it was okay, he only took pictures of Shindou, apparently. So, safe too.

- And, finally, the seats next to them... Oh, Shinsuke and Tenma, right, they looked interested in their current conversation topic, so safe... Or so he thought because Tenma is shipping trash too, I mean, have you seen how he acts with Aki regarding Ichinose? He ships it, because they looked at him, stared for a bit, gave him a thumbs up and resumed their conversation.

- Hayami has never felt so embarrased.

- And I mean, he could try putting him back lying on his shoulder, but the willpower needed to do that is something that he lacked right now

- So Hamano spent the whole trip sleeping on Hayami's lap

- OR SO WE THOUGHT

- Hamano wasn't asleep when he fell on Hayami's lap, but hey, it was comfortable and Hayami was petting his hair so he might just stay there.

- When he woke up again he looked at Hayami's eyes and said 'Good morning~' like nothing happened and like it was morning

- Hayami's favorite Inazuma Japan member is Kazemaru since he is so fast and graceful, and seemed quite capable too (Although he likes Kidou too, his gamemaking helped Inazuma win. So talented.), Kurama's is Toramaru, because he was the smallest of the team but that didn't stop him from being a great forward, even rivalling the forever-more-popular Gouenji (plus he learns Tiger Drive on Chrono Stones isn't that precious) and Hamano's is obviously Tsunami.

- He even started wearing goggles everywhere since he was a smallie because of him. When they actually met Tsunami was so happy like 'tACHIMUKAI CHECK THIS KID OUT HE'S SUCH A GOOD KID WE SHOULD ADOPT HIM' to which Tachi replies 'Tsunami, you already said you wanted to adopt Tenma, you're going to adopt everyone at this rate' 'YOU ADOPTED SHINSUKE TOO IT'S NOT LIKE TENMA WOULD BE AN ONLY CHILD IF WE ADOPTED HIM' 'Tsumami that's a totally different thing, I just told you that I like Shinsuke's determ-' 'Plus I can't adopt everyone, Tachi! If I ever dared to adopt Kidou's little penguin baby he would kill me!'

- Hamano was just looking at them half 'What is even going on anymore' and half 'TSUNAMI, THE TSUNAMI JOUSUKE WANTS TO ADOPT ME???'

- Hayami is an only son, Kurama has a baby sibling and Hamano is the middle sibling out of three, and the only boy

- that's not me proyecting onto hamano what are you talking about. and headcanoning him as gay instead of bi like everyone else does is not either

- Hayami's parents are not home often so he's home alone most time.

- Or that would be, except Hamano visits a lot or brings him to his house. He has lunch and dinner there most days. And those sleepovers I mentioned earlier? Every weekend, at least once.

- Hamano's family loves Hayami a lot and when they knew they were dating they got so happy they prepared a party

- Hamano's big sister was on first name basis with Hayami before his lil bro

- Hamano lowkey complained about it but his sister just went 'yOU'RE CLOSER TO HIM THAN ME JUST DO IT HE'LL BE FINE WITH IT YOU SLOW DUMMY'

- He wasn't

- 'JNBMCJXJFGHDJHDHCHUVNKGD' - their internal thoughts

- Hamano is close to the Managers, specially Akane

- They have no idea how they came to be this way but they're super close

- Akane roasts Hamano on a daily basis (and that fact is canon) and Hamano tries to get back at her somehow

- 'I could try holding her camera up so she can't reach it'

- Then he remembers he's smaller than Akane

- 'I could ask Hayami to hold it up for me'

- But Hayami didn't want to

- So he asked Kurama to sit on his shoulders because short people STACK together

- Kurama thought it was dumb

- Hamano was a sad bean

- OKAY BUT IMAGINE. Hamano has lots of pics on his wall and half are from Akane and the other half are ones he took himself because Akane taught him The Ways Of Photography

- AKANE DOING HAMANO'S HAIR

- They're on first name basis

- Hamano is actually pretty decent at cooking, specially pastries - Since Kurama absolutely LOVES sweets if he happens to cook some he'll give them to Kurama (and sometimes to Hayami but while he does like sweets he's more on the salty side) - Kurama just dismisses it and says they're okay but he really likes Hamano's sweets

- And Hamano can read him like an open book so he knows too - His face lights up and it's the cutest thing Hamano has ever seen

- Me: I should find a shorter name minamanahamahayakura is too long Me: Uhhh... MiNaHaYaKu Me: [realizes] hOLY SHIT AHAHAHA

- "Minahayaku" - Hayami to everyone, probably

#hamano kaiji #inazuma eleven go #inazuma eleven #hayami tsurumasa #yamana akane #hamahaya #uhhhhhhhhhhh #more people i'm lazy to tag...#my mess #alma writes #FINALLY POSTED #these are mostly hamano/hamahaya and a few platonic hamano/akane and some ot5 goodness

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supergirlimaginesfic-blog · 7 years ago

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Lena Luthor x reader (For as many miles and hours apart, I’m with you)

Request: "You look super cute right now , and it's really hard not to kiss you " with lena

a/n: well well well... guess who’s back again from gallivanting around a very small corner of the world... yes, that’d be me! I’ve taken the time I needed to recover from the jet lag... tbh I am still very affected lol. I think I’m done for this year, no more trips for now unless the universe decides to surprise me! Time to get this blog back in running order LMAO. I have a masterlist now for all you wonderfully organized people as well since it’s been asked for. Moreover, it’s kinda made me realize how very little I’ve written... I definitely want to expand my collection! Thank you all for sticking around though! Whether you’ve read one thing or a handful of things, I appreciate you all so very much :D

Now... guess who seems to be moderately inspired by their adventures that directly influenced the direction of this fic! Yeah, LOL. This one’s pretty fluffy... just pure fluff actually who am I kidding. A very cute fic for a very cute prompt?? Why the heck not! And because I always need to have at least one cracky headcanon in all the things I write, for whatever reason, I just want to say Lena would be the absolute worst with dogs, because she would be the biggest Sucker of all time, and she has the dumbest nerdy baby voice she uses for them, I don’t make the rules y’all

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You’d say you did quite alright thank you very much, if anyone were to ask what it was like dating someone as big of a deal as Lena Luthor. It’s no surprise that having a big-time CEO for a girlfriend would have its perks as well as its challenges, but like any other relationship, you figured all that was needed was to just take things in stride.

Much to your delightful discovery, in fact, Lena had a harder time letting go of you than you did of her. She travelled less often for work than you anticipated she would. She’d told you once she tried not to travel too much if she could avoid it - you found it rather peculiar that someone wouldn’t want to indulge such an opportunity as she could.

You realized then Lena had a fear of flying, and moreover after having an incident with a helicopter and her brother (you’d only discussed this once), she was even more disinclined to be anywhere that wasn’t on solid ground.

She travelled on her private jet if she absolutely had to, and though you weren’t too shocked by this, she was just as quick to admit her fear of flying commercially with so many other innocent people on board and how she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if anything were to happen to them on her account - that made you all the more reluctant to let her go.

Still, she’d left your apartment with her head held high and a steely resolution. And still, it wasn’t even ten minutes before she’d messaged you and sent you one inconsequential heart emoji and a smiley face, just because she wanted to.

Lena wouldn’t be gone for too long, and you’ve become used to not missing her too much like you first did, but you knew you’d miss her now for not being able to kiss her when she did stupidly adorable things like that.

You supposed it could wait for when she came back - absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all.

It would only be a few days, she surmised, no longer than a week. She would be staying in Rome, and though you knew she was hasty to come back to National City, you reminded her of the benefits of a vacation.

Petulantly (with a pout, actually), she remarked that she doesn’t take advantage of her time away on business - and what exactly is the point of travelling for leisure if the only person you’d have fun with isn’t there anyway?

Needless to say, you kissed her then.

Your life had gone on as usual. For the most part, it seemed like any other week regardless - you saw less of Lena these days anyway.

Truthfully, the reality of Lena actually being out of the country only hit you with her “I wish you were here” messages, and only then did you realize you couldn’t really actually do anything about your absence - that didn’t stop you from replying “I’ll be over soon” regardless.

Lena: “You shouldn’t keep a girl waiting, you know. You’ve told me the same exact thing two days ago.”

you: “I’m only collecting all your favourite foods together. It’s taken me exactly one business day just to reconcile the fact that you prefer gluten free cookies over chewy Chips Ahoy”

Lena: “You’re so rude, I merely grew up with those. It’s a force of habit.”

you: “I cried outside of the natural food market parking lot for five minutes before walking in”

Lena: “You are so brave and selfless, my hero.”

you: “thanks, I know. It’ll take another business day to process the kale and spinach though”

Lena: “Oh? Well, that’s too bad, I’ll be gone by the time you get here. I have someone very important I have to kiss when I get back. Better luck next time? :)”

you: “wow, lucky asshole I bet ;) what am I gonna do with all this junk then?”

Lena: “Junk? I think you’ve got your definitions confused, darling. But you will figure it out <3″

Your banter with Lena was arguably one of your favourite things about her, and it didn’t hurt that it helped you forget how much you could miss her if you really let yourself think about it.

From the very start, she was a bit of a goofball, and you had to wonder where it was people got off on glamourizing and over-exaggerating just how evil a Luthor could really be.

In fact, she has arguably the biggest heart of anyone you’ve met. And the fact that you could make such a statement said quite a lot in and of itself.

You met Lena through your friend Winn, who finally relented to you after you caught him in a lie (but you didn’t really have to try hard at all) about where he really worked, and he’d tripped over himself explaining how he met Lena “through work” when you knew he still worked at CatCo and she most definitely still worked at L-Corp.

You thought he was still hiding something, but that was Winn and you always knew he’d come around if there was anything he really couldn’t handle.

You’d gotten along with Lena right off the bat when you’d met her one night at a bar with some of Winn’s other friends. He’d introduced you to everyone, and they were all very welcoming of you and eager to bring you in, but you just couldn’t bring your attention away from Lena.

You wouldn’t admit it then, but you would say you could tell she was just as taken by you, and by how much closer you two physically got throughout the night, somehow ending up sitting beside each other rather than across from each other like you’d started the night - it was quite obvious you two had chemistry.

It was a bit of a surprise to you, just how much you had to talk about with a 24 year old billionaire, but what was even more of a shock was how much you still liked her despite her having something contrary to say about all the things you liked.

You two had bickered and teased each other all night, you realized Lena was just stringing you along after she’d noticed the keyring on your keys and teased you about your favourite soccer team.

She conceded later in the night with a dangerous smirk on her face (after another double jack and coke) that she didn’t actually care as much as she made it seem about soccer - she knew enough about it to poke fun at you, and you were too impressed by her ability to bullshit her way through a conversation with you to feel antagonized.

You’d all departed the bar that night and said your goodbyes, slightly buzzed and happily tipsy, and you were the last to bid Lena a goodnight.

It was only after you watched her sneak a wink over her shoulder at you as she walked away that you acquiesced to the realization that you didn’t remember to give her your number.

You didn’t have to wait too long, however, before you ran into her at the park while walking your dog one morning.

“Hey, Lena, how’s it going?” you smiled at her.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” she said, taking notice of your companion. “Who’s this big guy?”

“This is my puppy, Justin.”

Lena regarded your dog again, and stared questioningly at you and then at your full-sized Doberman, and back at you again.

“You named... your puppy... Justin?”

You grinned broadly at her and watched your dog shyly go up to her.

“Yeah, I love him. Still haven’t given him a middle name. I’ve got a few in mind though.”

She smiled peculiarly at you again, “what were you thinking, then?”

“Justin Time, Justin Case, Justin-credible.”

Lena broke out into laughter and nodded sagely, “right, of course.”

You watched as Justin warmed up to her and let himself be pet by her, Lena seeming to know what to do around unfamiliar dogs.

“We should go out again some time,” she said as she smiled at Justin’s inquisitive head tilt.

“Yeah! That’d be awesome, I had a great time with everyone last time. I don’t know when Winn’s gonna hit up everyone again though-”

“Oh, I meant you and I.”

“Oh. You mean like, by ourselves?”

“Yes, if you’d like, of course.”

“I totally would, I was actually thinking about how I didn’t get your number the other day-” your eyes widened and you snapped your mouth shut.

Lena grinned, “is that so?”

“Yeah,” you let out the affirmation in a sound that resembled more of a squeak than an actual word.

“Well, I suppose that just means I wasn’t the only one so carried away by how much fun I had.”

The rest of the encounter was spent in a blur, and you don’t think you can recall exactly what had happened, but you remember Lena hugging you (which you suppose was precisely the moment you blanked out) and her leaning down to pet Justin one last time as he tugged lightly on the leash to go after her, and you had your phone in your hand.

It wasn’t until you were at the door of your apartment that you really realized Lena saved her number into your phone, and it was another ordeal in itself for you to figure out when to text her and how and just what exactly you would say.

Lena made things easier for you, despite her affinity for making you a bumbling, happy mess sometimes.

You’d gotten better at being more composed around her, and you gave yourself all the credit for it.

And so it was, now you were waiting for her to come back, and you only had one night left before you’d be able to kiss your girlfriend again.

It was early in the evening and you’d just got back from walking Justin when you get an incoming Skype call from Lena.

You answer the call on your laptop with a beaming smile, Justin trailing happily behind you at the ringing.

“Hey, angel, what’s up?”

“Hi. I missed you,” she grumbles.

You didn’t have to see Lena’s pout to know it was there, and you smile to yourself. It didn’t take much for you to figure out she was laying in bed and on her phone.

“I missed you too, baby. Isn’t it 1 in the morning there? Why aren’t you sleeping?” you chastise lightly.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Did you even try?”

There’s a guilty pause on her end, and then, “I will...”

You laugh softly at her sleepy voice, and you thought to yourself how the hours really couldn’t go by any quicker, “alright, I’ll believe you.”

“Where’s my boy, Justin?” she asks.

“Oh don’t worry, he’s here. Slobbering at attention and all. Say hi to Lena, buddy!” you tilt the laptop screen closer to the ground and half of Justin’s face gets into the shot.

He immediately perks up when he sees Lena and he tries to get closer to the screen, putting his front paws up on the desk to get a better look.

Lena laughs, “hi, Justin! I missed you! Are you being a good boy? I’ll be back so soon to feed you all the food I know (Y/N) won’t let you have.”

You huff indignantly at her cooing and shake your head in amusement.

“Justin’s gonna get chubby because you keep feeding him your gourmet salmon.”

“He runs you in circles, my boy will never be a little chubster,” she grins.

“Seems like you missed him more than me,” you joke.

“Oh, I most certainly did.”

You click your tongue in mild offense and tilt the laptop screen back up to your face.

“I’ll hang up now, seeing as I’m unwanted.”

“Okay, leave the laptop on for Justin.”

You lift the dog up with considerable effort and put him in your lap. He’s a bundle of hair and everything when he’s trying to get comfortable and repositions himself on your legs.

“At least I can tell you in no uncertain terms how much I missed you. I don’t know if you speak the language of dogs,” you remark with a sulk.

“I don’t need to, I know it by how excited he gets whenever I come to visit.”

“Are you saying I need to drool on everything you own and chew up your one favourite heel for you to see how much I missed you?”

“Justin is a majestic creature, I let him do what he wants. You, on the other hand, should know better.”

“Maybe he does know better and he just knows you’ll let him off easy.”

“He’s a good boy regardless, I love him very much.”

“Go to sleep, Lena,” you smirk at her increasingly sleepy rambling.

“Okay, I love you too, you know.”

“I do know, baby. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Okay. You don’t have to pick me up okay? I know I’m going to be rather grumpy when I get back. I just want to crash at yours and cuddle.”

“Of course, we can do whatever you need.”

Lena hums sleepily and her eyelids seem to become heavier with the threat of sleep.

“I can’t wait to see you, goodnight,” she manages to mumble.

“Goodnight,” you murmur softly as you wait a moment before ending the call.

When you go to sleep just hours later, it’s with the fondness of knowing just how much of a nerd your girlfriend is, and how much you missed her.

It’s only with the promise of seeing her again that you finally convince yourself to fall asleep and be that much closer to reuniting with her.

When you get the text from her in the morning informing you that she’s close to your apartment, you can’t stop buzzing with even more excitement than you woke up with, and you figure Justin can feel some of that excess of energy too if his pacing around the apartment is any indication.

“You too, eh?” you mutter to him.

Justin merely huffs and keeps his guard on watching the door.

“You’re almost worse than me, you big sucker,” you say fondly as you tousle his fur.

It’s a few more minutes before there’s a knock on your door and Justin springs up from his sleepy post and you jolt to life.

You barely open the door before the entirety of Lena’s form slips through and melds into you, and you laugh as you feel her weight in your arms.

“Holy shit, I missed you so much,” you mutter into her hair.

You feel her pull away as she looks up at you, looking every inch the immaculate woman she is and not at all the exhausted woman you know she is.

She brings her hands to your cheeks and smiles as she pulls you in for a kiss. She runs her fingers through your hair and you bring her closer to you.

Justin waits patiently between the two of you, you can sense his presence even without having to feel his body pressed up between the two of you expectantly.

Lena hums lowly into the kiss and it’s only when you two break apart that you realize how sleepy she must be.

“Coffee, or sleep?” you ask.

“Kisses,” she grumbles, and she moves in for another kiss as you relent with fond admiration.

“You didn’t sleep much last night, did you?”

“No,” she supplies helpfully, and you think you’ve got enough for your answer.

You help her take her coat off and you hang it quickly before you jog to your room to get some of the comfy clothes that she keeps at your apartment.

Lena’s already settled into the couch and yawning as she curls into the cushions, and you almost feel bad about having to disrupt her.

“Baby, you should change, I don’t think that’s comfortable.”

“It’s fine, that’s a later problem,” she says sleepily, and you find yourself laughing again.

“You didn’t want to even sleep in a bed?”

Lena hums sleepily and you can tell she’s about to fall asleep again. You crouch down beside her sleepy form on your couch and smile at the sight of her. You place a hand gently on her cheek and rub your fingers at her temple.

She smiles contentedly and leans into the touch, and you kiss her on her forehead before you bring your hands up and tug at her ponytail.

Somehow in her sleepy state, she gets the idea and she lets you ease her hair out of the tie. She groans happily at the ease of pressure and you leave the hair tie on your wrist.

You move to stand up to let her sleep, but she feels you move away and reaches her hand out to stop you impressively quickly for someone who should have one foot in the dream world.

She mutters disapprovingly and her pout is out in full force. You grin at the display and roll your eyes.

“What do you want me to do, baby?”

“Cuddles, please,” she says quickly, and you only have half the mind to think about how difficult she makes it to not smile so much around her.

“Alright.”

She readjusts to make room for you. You fall asleep holding Lena snugly, and you know it already that she’d never admit it even if all the proof in the world stacked against her that she fell asleep within a minute of being in your arms.

It’s a few hours later, you deduce after waking up from your nap, and you feel Lena’s body still pressing against you firmly as if preventing your escape.

You try to slip away from her slowly and you see Justin laying quietly in a heap beside the couch and he looks up at you when he notices your movement.

You cock your head into the direction of the kitchen when you finally stand up, successfully not having woken up Lena and Justin follows obediently behind you.

It’s mid-afternoon, but you know coffee is always appreciated so you boil water for when Lena wakes up.

Only half an hour later, you walk back to check up on Lena after you hear significant movement coming from the living room.

Lena’s grinning as Justin sticks his entire face into her lap to coax all the cuddles out of her.

“I couldn’t have forgotten you, sweet boy. You did such a good job of protecting me while we were sleeping didn’t you? Yes, you did,” she says in her baby voice she uses specifically for Justin.

You smirk at the voice and leave momentarily. When you come back, it’s with a cup of coffee in hand for her.

She smiles brilliantly at you, in much better condition than when she first arrived and eyes the coffee mug you have.

She only purses her lips in challenge after she’s taken a few sips, and the expectant eyebrow that ticks at you makes you wonder what her problem is.

You glance at the coffee cup and it’s your favourite mug that Alex gave you for Secret Santa, the one that has “Good Morning, Asshole” written in a nice handwritten font on it.

You try to contain your laughter but your smile gives you away and Lena ticks her tongue at you.

You move to sit beside her and you bring an arm around her as she leans into you. You turn the TV on and leave the sound on a low volume as you sit in contemplative silence, and Lena leaves her coffee on the table. Justin lies in a heap like a carpet in front of the TV with you, finally content that he can take a nap.

“I’m really proud of you, you know,” you say after a moment.

“What? Why?” Lena asks with perplexity.

You suppose it’s justifiable, you hadn’t shared more than several words with her and you do have a bit of a habit of vocalizing things to continue a conversation you’ve been having solely in your head.

“No, it’s just- you’re out there doing your thing, travelling the world and also doing what you can to help it. I love being able to say, ‘that’s my girlfriend’. You make it hard to not be proud of you, actually.”

You smile to yourself, and you only pull yourself out of your reverie when you realize Lena is considerably quiet. When you turn to look at her, you see the mistiness of her eyes.

“Come here, you nerd,” you say fondly as you wrap Lena in an embrace. “This isn’t meant to be a crying moment.”

“If you didn’t keep saying wonderful things like that maybe I wouldn’t feel the need to cry as often.”

“You’re going to make Justin cry,” you say teasingly.

“I’ve missed both of you,” she says.

You bring her hand to your lips and place light kisses on her knuckles.

“Lie down,” is all you say, and she smiles at you, both parts in total adoration and in question.

You bring her feet to your lap and turn the volume of the TV up just a little bit higher. You start massaging her calves, leaning back into the couch as you continue your ministrations on Lena.

From the corner of your eye, you can feel her gaze on you, and you smile a little to yourself. You try not to, but you can’t help it - you sneak a glance at your girlfriend and realize just how lucky you are to have her relaxing on your couch with you.

She looks radiant with her hair down, her hair sprawled a little messily across the cushion and falling into cascades off her shoulders, and you think she’s the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.

You wonder if the tension in her calves has anything to do with her wearing heels far too often, and you muse deeper and deeper into just how much a creature of wonder Lena really is.

You stare blankly at the TV as you bring your hands blindly to her feet, but then she’s poking at you with her foot to get your attention.

“What?” you smile with amusement.

She’s silent for a beat before she says, “hi.”

“Hi,” you reply with a grin.

You laugh at the foolishness of the scenario - the lightness you feel now that Lena’s back and how easily she makes you feel weightless seems a lot like being home, regardless of whether you’ve left or where you will go.

You think that’s part of the magic of her.

“You look so cute,” she says.

You smirk, “thank you. I could say the same thing, but it goes without saying you always look amazing.”

“It’s really hard not to kiss you right now.”

“Oh yeah? What’s stopping you then?” you ask.

“You’re too far away,” Lena says simply.

You grin at the statement and turn to get a better look at her.

Then she adds, “come here,” more suggestively.

You stare at her in challenge, heavy with the weight of anticipation, and you move her legs off you gently before leaning in to hover above her.

“I really missed you, baby,” you say as you bring your lips just inches within hers.

“Really?” she whispers. “Care to show me?”

You smile mischievously as she tugs at the front of your shirt and wraps her legs around your waist.

You only have the vague notion that Lena Luthor is a little troublemaker, but you don’t have time to ponder it before you feel yourself getting lost in everything that makes her the remarkable woman that she is.

You feel nothing but happiness with the sudden realization of just how much you love her.

You would take the handful of moments you can steal with Lena if it meant being the only one to know fully and intimately the bliss of being the one who can love her the way you do.

For you, that was enough, and for now, the days you share until she has to leave again are enough.

For you, Lena is more than enough.

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