#and the shot where the papers burning and flying around her looks awesome

[linusbenjamin]

And I love you, it's ruining my life I love you, it's ruining my life I touched you for only a fortnight I touched you, but I touched you

[voiceswithoutlips]

Calico - Chapter Eight

— pairing: Hybrid ot7 x Human Reader (Female) — genre: hybrid AU, fluff, angst, slow burn (like real slow), eventual smut — word count: 3k — Rating: G — warnings: Slight mention of past abuse, description of a panic attack. — beta: Thank you @taegularities​ and @joheunsaram​ <3

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— chapter summary:

Y/N is having a hard day, who will comfort her?

— A/N: Guys, I’m so bad at summaries, if this was an exam my grades would’ve been in the negative. Anyway, welcome to the new chapter! I know I was supposed to post fallen, but somehow I ended up writing Calico instead.

I’ve had a bad case of writer’s block this week so writing this chapter was really painful, words refused to come out of my brain xD I hope you like it! You guys have been so awesome, all your feedback is really helpful. Thank you so much <3

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I made my way downstairs in search of breakfast. Ice cream, that’s what I needed. It was that kind of a day. I was tired, jet lagged, and the tension in the house had me on edge. The flight home was fairly uneventful, except for the part where Jimin had gotten scared of flying. He had asked to hold my hand, but by the time we were in the air, the hybrid was practically sitting on my lap. Not that I minded, he was hella cuddly and his purring was downright therapeutic.

When I had asked Jungkook, if it would be okay to bring the newer hybrids home, the bunny had sounded excited, but as soon as we had gotten home, the mood had suddenly shifted. It was not the welcome I was expecting.

First, Jungkook’s hair was the color of the rainbow. His beautiful black locks were turned into a colorful mess, his white bunny ears poking out of it in stark contrast. It was a riot of colors, artfully mixed together, and I felt like I was looking at rainbow pasta. Not that the bunny didn’t pull it off, he looked really cute in it, but somehow I had a raging suspicion that it hadn’t been Jungkook’s idea.

Then, there was the growling match. I had never seen Jungkook so aggressive before. The usually sweet and well behaved bunny had started growling at Jimin as soon as we’d entered the house.. That had set off a chain reaction with Namjoon and Seokjin joining in to protect their younger packmate.

On top of that, I had to go to Seoul for three days to take care of business. I had to visit the main office to attend a few meetings and sign some papers. The whole time I felt guilty about leaving the hybrids alone. I was constantly worried that somehow they’d end up fighting. By the time I came back, somehow, someway, Jason had managed to convince Jimin to dye his hair pink. He was on a warpath.

And lastly, there was the issue of a certain stuffed penguin that went missing -  my nights were sleepless without him. All in all, this had to have been one of the shittiest weeks, and it felt like I was losing my grip on reality.

I stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes, struggling to keep them open. Unlike Jason, who was cheerfully humming, I was not a morning person. Seokjin was busy near the stove, cooking something and by the smell wafting from the pan, I could tell that it was something delicious. I had thanked every existing god when I’d learned that the sugar glider hybrid was actually an excellent chef. The first morning, he had seen Jason cook breakfast, he’d been horrified, promptly taking over the kitchen after that. Even Jungkook had begrudgingly ate his food.

My stomach grumbled as I peered in the pan. Kimchi fried rice, delicious. Unlike Jimin and Jungkook, the two older hybrids weren’t really that affectionate. I wondered if it was because they weren’t used to me yet or if they just had a different temperament. I needed to do more research on that.

I plopped down on the chair with a groan, resting my head on the counter, hands securely wrapped around my stomach. Jason gave me an enthusiastic “good morning” and I shot him a middle finger, too tired to curse at him. The bastard chuckled.

I was debating if I should stab him with a fork when I felt hands wrapping around my waist, long fingers intertwined with mine. Jungkook bent down to nuzzle the side of my face. His muscular body pressed close. My lips curled into a small smile as I made small happy noises. My brain wasn’t awake enough to form coherent sentences yet. I needed my cup of coffee or better yet, some delicious ice cream.

Jungkook’s arms tightened around me possessively, I could feel the vibrations in his chest as he let out a low growl. I opened my eyes to see Jimin standing near the chair, looking distressed, hands balled into fists at his sides. His tail was swishing rapidly in agitation, ears flattened to his head. He was biting his lower lip, trying his best not to respond to Jungkook’s hostility.

“Bunny no,” I croaked, patting his hands, my voice thick with sleep. I lifted my head, extending a hand to Jimin. Jungkook took his cue and reluctantly let me go, keeping hold of my other hand. Jimin grabbed my hand and with his other one checked my forehead, a worried look on his face.

“Are you sick?” he asked, gnawing on his lip.

“I’m just sleepy.” He giggled at my pout and graced me with a forehead kiss. He sat down next to me, and now I was sandwiched between two hybrids who were holding my hands, glaring daggers at each other. I rested my forehead on the counter with a sigh. What was I going to do with them?

Once again I was in a dilemma. I could scold them and make them shake hands, like a couple of kids, or I could let them handle it on their own, like adults. Taking care of four hybrids was tiring. I shot a quick glance at Seokjin, who was now setting up the table; he was ignoring the two younger hybrids in front of him, but his tail was curled tightly, ears flat. It seemed as if he was tense too.

“Guys, I need breakfast,” I said, reluctantly pulling my hands from their grip. I made my way to the fridge to grab a tub of my favorite ice cream, ignoring the stares that the hybrids were giving me. I had to stop myself from pulling Jason’s ear as I passed him, not now Y/N. The revenge for ruining Jungkook’s hair had to be elaborately planned, something memorable, just like old days. Like the time when I had super glued his shirt cuffs closed, so he couldn't put his hands through the sleeves. He had started this war, I was going to finish it.

“I like your garden!” Namjoon said as he walked in through the back door. Ears perked up, an excited glint in his eyes. I didn’t even know he was out there. I wondered if he could help me with the hybrid situation, he was a pack leader after all. He had informed me about hybrid pack dynamics on the plane while I cuddled a sleepy Jimin. Apparently he was their alpha, the leader of their pack, Seokjin was second in command and Jimin was their maknae. He was excited to meet Jungkook, since he was a rabbit hybrid, they're usually very docile and friendly. Needless to say, we had both been shocked at the bunny's behavior.

“I’m glad you like it. Maybe you could help me with it?”

“Really? I would love to!”

We all moved to the seldom used dining table for breakfast - now that there were six of us, the kitchen counter was too small to occupy us all. I debated where to sit, I didn't want to take sides in the hybrid cold war, so I chose to sit at the head of the table, safe middle ground. I knew Jungkook would want to share the ice cream. I wondered if the other hybrids would too, so I had brought extra spoons, just in case.

"Seokjin, this is delicious!" Jason said as soon as he took a bite of the fried rice. "Where did you learn to cook like this?" I couldn't help but smile at the hint of envy in his voice.

"Madame hired a professional chef to teach me when she found out I liked to cook," he said shyly, ears turning pink from all the attention. It was his cutest trait: whenever someone looked at him, his ears would start to redden.

"That was nice of her," I said dryly, the distaste apparent in my tone.

"She was really nice," Namjoon said pointedly, clearly disliking my tone.

“Clair was kind, she saved us from our previous owners and gave us a home,” Jimin joined him.

"Oh?" Jason said, trying to coax some details. The three hybrids shared a quick look. Jungkook had abandoned his fried rice and was digging into my ice cream, his ears perked, listening in on the conversation.

“My first owner was a gambler, but he didn’t play poker. He and his rich friends were into blood sports. They had their own dog fighting ring. He had raised me since I was a pup, trained me to be a fighter, forced me to participate. One day, Clair saw me at a party and she wanted to buy me, she offered him so much money that he couldn’t refuse,” Namjoon finished with a sad smile. I wanted to go and hug him, but I was sure the hybrid wouldn’t welcome the gesture.

“I…” Jimin paused, looking down at his hands. “The lady who raised me, she brought me clients. She’d sell me to people… sometimes it was for a night, sometimes it was more. She used to tell me that I was her lucky charm. Clair rescued me from her, she was really kind to me.”

The spoon in my hand clattered on the table. There was a ringing in my ear. My limbs were paralyzed, heart pounding in my chest as I felt the panic rise, almost drowning in it. I couldn't get enough air, finding myself on the verge of hyperventilating while my brain went into overdrive. It wasn’t my first panic attack, I was aware of what was happening to me, I knew I had to get a hold of myself. I couldn’t lose it here, not in front of them.

“Y/N? Hey can you hear me?” I turned towards the voice, Jason’s face slowly came into focus, “are you okay?”

“Y/N?” Jungkook said, looking extremely worried. He was holding my hand like a lifeline. I slowly removed his fingers and took my hand back.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I murmured, trying to control my breathing. I got up from the chair with wobbly knees, making my way towards the door. “You guys finish up, I’ll be in my office.”

Redemption, what a joke.

It was well into the afternoon when my stomach informed me that I was hungry. I was swarmed with paperwork. I’d been busy the whole week, running errands, filling forms, trying to keep the hybrids from tearing each other apart, so the paperwork got neglected, and now I was paying for it. I briefly wondered if I should go back home and grab something to eat, but then I remembered the look on everyone’s faces this morning. I had panicked in front of them. I had been feeling restless the whole week without a certain comfort penguin. I was too embarrassed to ask the guys if they had seen it.

I groaned, leaning back in my chair. How was I going to face them? What would I tell them if they asked? A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Come in.”

It was Jungkook, holding a bowl. He tentatively entered the office, looking everywhere but at me. His ears were drooping behind him. “I brought you lunch,” he said, setting the bowl on the table.

“I’m sorry I pushed you away this morning,” I apologized, extending a hand towards him, which he took hesitantly. I pulled him in my lap and buried my face in his chest; he smelled like vanilla.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, wrapping his big hands around me.

“No,” I whispered. “But don't worry bunny, I’ll be fine. I just need some sleep.”

“Is it because of Jimin? Can’t we just send him away?”

That made me raise my head to look at him. “Why don’t you like him, bun?”

“He’s too clingy,” Jungkook pouted, jutting his lower lip out. It made me giggle.

“What about Namjoon and Seokjin?”

“They can stay, Seokjin hyung makes delicious food and Namjoon hyung is so cool.”

“Oh, did you talk to them?”

He shook his head no. I almost cooed at him - the poor bunny was too shy to talk to the older hybrids. “Why don’t you try making friends with Jimin? I bet you’ll like him if you got to know him better.”

He buried his face in my hair and shook his head, “...don't wanna.”

I took his hand in mine. “Won’t you do it for me?” I asked dramatically, trying to sound upset.

Jungkook leaned back to look at me, pout more pronounced. He knew exactly what I was doing. “Fine, I’ll try,” he agreed with a defeated sigh.

“Thank you, baby.” I kissed his palm in gratitude. At least he had agreed to try. “Why did you dye your hair?” I asked curiously, running my hands through his multicolored locks.

“Iwantyoutolikeme,” he said in one breath, hiding his face in my hair again.

“What?”

“I want you to like me.”

“You dyed your hair because you want me to like you?” Jungkook nodded. “Oh baby, I already like you!” I squeezed him tight, letting him know how much he meant to me. Is that what Jason had told Jimin? That I’d like him better if he dyed his hair? Jason was diabolical, I really needed to come up with a good plan to get back at him.

“Bun, next time, don’t listen to Jason.”

I was curled up on the sofa with a blanket. It was past midnight but I was wide awake and restless, staring at the ceiling. I had almost turned on the TV, but then I remembered that there were four hybrids in the house with phenomenal hearing, and I really didn’t want to wake them up. And thus, I suffered in silence.

I hadn’t seen the three new hybrids all day; they hadn’t been introduced to the shelter yet, so they stayed at home. When I came back from work, they were already in their room. They had insisted on staying in the same room, something about new places and pack bonding. I was giving Jason the cold shoulder, at least until he apologized for his crimes. And Jungkook was busy playing his new video games.

Clair had saved Jimin.

The thought rang in my head. Why hadn’t she saved me? Would things have been different, if she had stepped in? I had to admit, I was a tiny bit jealous of the panther hybrid. She had saved him.

Madame was so kind.

I was furious. How dare she? Clair had been a coward, had lived and died as one. I knew it in my soul, never in a million years would I ever forgive that woman. She didn’t deserve it.

“You’re angry,” a quiet voice said. I looked up to see a tall silhouette standing at the bottom of the stairs. Seokjin stepped out of the shadows, clutching a pillow in his hands.

“I was thinking. Can’t sleep?”

“Namjoon snores really loudly,” he complained. It made me laugh. The three of them were always attached to the hip, I had wondered if it was because they were uncomfortable here.

“You know we have plenty of spare bedrooms, you can take any of them.”

“Why are you here?”

“I can’t sleep.” I shrugged. Seokjin nodded understandingly, but he didn’t move an inch. “Do you want to sleep on the couch?”

He hesitated, looking as if he was unsure if he should accept my offer before he murmured, “can I?”

“Of course! But I think, a bed would be more comfortable,” I said, moving from the couch to the armchair. Seokjin sat down on the couch, placing his pillow near him.

“Why can’t you sleep? Is it because of what Jimin said?” he asked cautiously, ears erect and attentive.

“I have insomnia.” I shrugged, but Seokjin kept staring at me. I squirmed under his piercing gaze;  staring at me like he could see right through my bullshit. “I didn’t have a good relationship with Clair. She raised me, but she was cruel, unkind. I just… can’t fathom her as someone nice.”

“So it had nothing to do with Jimin being a prostitute?” he asked suspiciously.

“WAIT! Is that what you guys thought? Oh my god, I would never…” I was shocked. No wonder the hybrids were avoiding me like the plague. “I’m really sorry, if it seemed that way but it's not like that. I’m really happy that Clair rescued him. He deserves a good home, a family. I don’t think you’d believe me, even if I told you what my aunt was like. I’m really sorry, if I hurt you guys. But believe me when I say that this is not a place where you’ll be judged for your past.”

“You mean that.” It was a statement, not a question.

“I do.”

“You could sleep on the couch with me?” Seokjin offered sheepishly, ears turning the color of strawberries. I was surprised to see him be so direct. He had been very reserved around me till now, only talking when necessary.

“Are you sure? Won’t you be uncomfortable?” I asked, eyeing the couch. It was big enough to seat five people comfortably, but Seokjin was big too.

He nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

Seokjin adjusted the pillow and laid down on the sofa, leaving room for me. I stood there with my hello kitty blanket, wondering if it was okay. The sudden change in the hybrid’s demeanor was unexpected and I gave up trying to dissect the situation. I had to admit, I was feeling a bit cuddly since the loss of my penguin and I desperately needed sleep. I scooched on the sofa, covering both of us with the blanket, resting my head on his arm.

“You’re not okay,” he murmured, wrapping his other arm around my waist, his tail curling around my thigh.

“I just need some sleep,” I sighed. Seokjin was like a furnace behind me. I wondered why all hybrids were this warm.

“Lies,” he said as he lightly nibbled on my ear. I gasped at the unexpected contact, my heart beating so loudly in my chest that I was sure he could hear it.

“I thought you didn’t like me,” my voice came out breathier than I had intended.

“I do, I just didn’t know how to approach you. You seem so independent, I didn’t know where I could fit in your life. The only thing I could do for Clair was look pretty. But this.... this I can do, I can comfort you. I want to be useful.”

I turned around to look at him. “Oh honey, you don’t have to be useful. You’re you and that’s enough for me. I just want you to be happy.” I lightly kissed his cheek.

“I’m going to be your comfort blanket,” Seokjin said with a smile and hugged me closer.

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[gotmeringinghellsbells]

Nervous Confessions

Fandom: Pokemon

Characters: Piers/Raihan

A/N: Probably a little ooc, but I’m out of practice for writing and want to pick it up again. A potential start to my au for these boys but yeah. Enjoy!

Summary: Raihan has a confession to tell Piers that could threaten their relationship.

Warning(?): Talk of sexuality and romance terribly explained by yours truly because..... emotions? Yeah um.... hi I’m a single, ace being. If curious about some of the mentioned sexualities and romantic identifications please look up meanings for yourself. 

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With summer approaching, a new season was about to beginning. Spirits were high, children from across Galar already selected and fitted for their official uniforms. Stakes were high and excitement was booming. The energy within Motostoke stadium was almost intoxicating, dizzying a familiar goth as he stood in one of the many entry ways down to the bleachers. 

Piers held the door frame to steady himself as he gazed upon the crowd. It was amazing what could change in four years. Leon stood proudly, presenting the Galar league to the children participating and the audience; despite the whole region knowing their names. 

Milo, Nessa, Kabu, Allister, Bea, Bede, Melony, Gordie, his own sister; he paused when he caught sight of Marnie. She looked so happy, smiling ear to ear as she held Morpeko in her arms. The two of them were waving to the roaring crowd, only to be pulled into another gym leader. Piers rolled his eyes as Raihan snagged her for a quick selfie with all the trainers in the background. 

There were just some things time didn’t change.

Standing to the side of the stadium, Piers let out a smokey sigh as he exhaled from his previously inhaled drag. His cigarette glowed brightly before he gave it a flick, sending the newly born phoenix to an ashy grave by his feet for the wind to blow away. “There you are,” a familiar voice boomed. Icy, blue eyes glanced up from their daze as tacky shoes appeared before him. “‘Bout time,” Peris sighed softly as he clipped the burning stick of paper and tobacco. Raihan made a face at the smell but approached the other none-the-less. “Ah, sorry to keep you waiting, love. Wanted to see how Leon was doing and take a quick selfie with Sword. She’s getting so big,” he stated like an aging parent. 

“Marnie too,” Piers hummed as he stood up and tried to crack his neck a bit. Raihan laughed a bit. “How long ‘til she’s your height now?” Piers paused after a soft crack was heard before shooting him a glare. “Ah, I’m just Joshin’ ya.” The taller finally latched his arms around the smaller and nuzzled into the messily bunned hair. “How was work,” Raihan asked as he continued to hold his partner of three years. “Took the day off to catch up with all the excitement,” Piers hummed as he nuzzled into the other’s scent. 

A bit musty from sweat that had cooled over the course of the day mixed with some of his favorite smelling cologne. It was soothing, comforting. “Ah, really? I’ve been trying to get you to break for months now but this is what gets your head outta that song book?” Peris shot him a glare from his chest; which from Raihan’s perspective just looked like a puppy pout. Before either the gym leader or musician could say anything, there was a low grumble heard from between the two. Raihan blushed a bit as Piers’ glare broke into a small smile. “Dinner,” Piers asked. 

“Walk and dine,” Raihan added to the offer. “It’s a gorgeous night.” Piers hummed. “Yeah, but the palace will probably be crawling with eager trainers.” Raihan hummed. “Alright, how about over by Hammerlocke, yeah? Kids can’t get in without all three gym badges and right now, the pokemon over there are probably too intense, right?” Piers gave a small nod after a moment of thought. “Well, let’s go then,” he said softly, attempting to lead the other off; but to no avail. “Actually, I was thinking we call a cab and enjoy the night sky from above before hitting it from below?” Piers gave a small nod of agreement as a small breeze caused him to move a bit closer as Raihan tinkered away with his phone to alert a flying taxi of their location for a pick up. 

The taller man merely pulled his lover in a bit closer before submitting the request and quickly striking a pose for a date-night selfie. It irked Piers, but he just hid his face in the other. His face was all over Raihan’s Pokegram, so what if he ducked away this time? Raihan clearly didn’t care. He never forced Piers to smile or pose anymore, just would take a bunch of pictures and post the most flattering of the two of them. 

“Date night with a babe,” Raihan said softly as he typed. “Don’t you dare,” Piers protested, only to squeak from a small squeeze to his side. Turning to look at the offending touch’s origin, Raihan’s hand merely rested against his side once more. He turned with a pout towards the other before gently, but firmly jabbing him in the ribs. Raihan jolted slightly before smirking. “Is that a challenge?” Oh hell no. “Not in public,” Piers hissed as he put his hands up as Raihan moved to pounce for the kill. The panic was soon killed as wind came crashing down on the two of them, a cab landing behind Piers. Looking up, the two were greeted with a friendly smile and wave. “Gym leader! Piers as well. Are you both looking for a ride,” the pleasant taxi driver asked. Piers blushed a bit and started to fiddle with his bangs, social anxiety getting to him. 

Raihan wrapped an arm around him with a thumbs up and a wink. “Yep! Taking the Mr. here on a nice date night. Any chance you could help with that?” Piers gently smacked at Raihan’s stomach. He was so open about everything! Raihan merely laughed as the cab driver hopped down to get the door. “Absolutely. It’s a beautiful night tonight. Where are you two looking to go?” “Eh, just over to Hammerlocke. But maybe, you could give a bit more of a scenic route?” Piers blushed a bit more, leaning more into the hold. “Why are you doing this,” he hissed out. “I said it was a special date night, right? Come on babe, you love looking at stars! “ He wasn’t wrong. 

With darkened cheeks and his head down, Piers headed for the cab. A hand was offered to help him up that he took hesitantly. “Thank you,” he uttered to the sweet older man who merely gave him a wink before seeing Raihan in. Shutting the door behind them, he looked back to the ordering customer. “Scenic route back to Hammerlocke, yeah? How about just a nice scenic route over Galar?” Raihan smiled. “Yeah, that would be awesome!” Piers merely leaned into his shoulder, moving his arm away from his side to get closer. “Alrighty then. You boys take it easy now. Corviknight and I’ll show you two the sites.” With that, he climbed back onto his pokemon leaving the couple be. 

As he departed, Raihan looked over the male snuggled into his side and merely held him closer with a smile. His stomach churned and heart tugged as his mind reminded him the point of all this. This was becoming a serious relationship. They were three years in to it, four years into a strong friendship. Both were built off of emotional trust and openness. He felt guilty hiding something like this from Piers but was scared of the outcome it would bring. “How was your day,” Piers asked sleepily as he took in the aforementioned soothing scent. “Ah, pretty dull. Not much going on besides the opening ceremony so I gave my pokemon a day to breathe.” “And your pupils?” Raihan nodded. “They had the option to train or rest today. I’ll check in with them tomorrow. It’s going to be crazy busy soon.” Piers nodded, remembering the chaos from his own gym leader days. 

“Wonder if any one will steal the crown from Sword,” he muttered. “Eh, we’ll see. Frankly, I’d like to take another crack at battling her.” Piers rolled his eyes. “Of course,” he muttered, snaking an arm around to gently hold Raihan. It was going to be quite a while before they got to do something like this again. Their only interactions would probably be rushed between making sure Marnie was taking care of herself and making sure this one was doing alright. “Hey, you don’t think I have a chance,” Raihan laughed. “No, you do. Just wish you’d ease up on your obsession with battle.” Raihan looked confused. “Huh?” Piers paused before sitting up some and shaking his head. “Ah… you just kind of go off about battling some times. Like when you tried to befriend me, all you did was keep dragging me into battles and complimenting me.” Raihan scoffed. “We hung out too!” “After said battles or because you wanted to battle me.” The taller pouted before rolling his eyes. “Fine, less battle talk and asking. Better?” Piers shook his head with a sigh. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing,” Raihan moved closer to hold him again. 

“Just, you get a little to into battle sometimes and that’s all that seems to exist to you.” Piers gently rubbed Raihan’s cheek as the taller man nuzzled into him. “Trying to defeat Leon for ten years only to be bested by a ten-year-old really shatters a guy, ya know?” Piers paused. Oh. He hadn’t thought about it that way. “Sorry,” he said softly as he was pulled in closer. “Don’t be. I do get a bit carried away in battle, I’ll admit it. But it’s my life, you know? I’ve come so close to beating Leon so many times in mandatory battles and off hand ones, but with Sword…. Hah, she puts up a challenge.

“He’s training her into quite the champion. I’ll give him that.” Piers looked up a bit confused by the last part but didn’t question it too much. “He’s a good chairman. Glad he’s treating Sword like a real kid, not a star child.” Raihan looked at him a bit confused before laughing. “Yeah, because you and Sonia scared him shitless his first day.” What? “How did we scare him,” Piers asked sitting up some to readjust. “Huh? Don’t you remember storming up to him and telling him off?” Piers thought a moment. “I’ve told him off a few times.” “Ah, well, allow me to jog your memory,” he said rather dorkily. Story time. 

“Basically, you and Sonia jumped on him about not making the same mistakes Rose did. About letting Sword come home and be part of a functional family and remembering she’s a child….. Not a walking advertisement as you said.” Piers thought a moment before nodding. “Ah, right. Thought he’d just brush me off though. Wasn’t he seeing Sonia at the time? Thought that’s what drove the point home.” Raihan made a face. “Yeah, not yet. But no, you both scared him. They started seeing each other a few months after. They lasted maybe a year? Not sure. She’s been with Nessa ever since.” Piers blinked. Normally Raihan told him all of media and regional gossip. Had he tuned this part out?

Probably, Piers didn’t care much for gossip. “As long as she and Nessa are happy, all that matters there.” Raihan nodded. “You didn’t think it was odd I kept inviting him to hang out with us,” he then inquired. “Not really. Your said to be rare rivals and best friends, right? Or at least th4e closest he got to a friend under that whack job’s rein.” Raihan made a face before nodding. “Yeah, well, you know…. wanted him to be happy too.” This was weird. “Why are you randomly bringing this stuff up?” 

Raihan froze. Should he tell him now? Probably not a good time considering their trapped in a small cabin. Piers can’t just leave. That would be so uncool to do to him. “Hey you two, the clouds are opening up. Take a look at the sky.” Ah, the voice of his savior. Raihan let out a sigh of relief as Piers glanced out the window. Raihan leaned forward eagerly. “Sure is beautiful,” he commented. “You bet,” the kind man said back. Piers merely smiled at the sight. Raihan moved closer to the smaller as they gazed into the brightly lit sky together. 

“There’s something just so soothin’ about the stars.” Raihan nodded as he moved in to cuddle again. Piers didn’t resist. He leaned back into the affectionate touch. “Babe,” Raihan said softly. “Hm,” Piers responded. “Do you like Leon? I mean I should have asked after I brought him around year two but….. are you alright with him?” Piers made a face as he turned to look at the other. “What’s with the Leon talk? Something wrong?” Raihan quickly shook his head. “No, no. Nothing’s wrong just….. curious, you know? I know you had some mixed feelings about him as a brother to Hop and his ego and all that but after getting to know him?” Piers shrugged. “It’s not like we hang out without you. What you see, I see.” 

Raihan sighed. “But do you like what you see?” Weird wording. Piers made a face. “I… guess? He’s always pretty nice to me and the kids so yeah. He’s alright. Wish he’d stop taking the problems of the region as if they're his alone to deal with but that’s something for him to work on.” Raihan smiled a bit too wide. “What?” The tallr froze. Whoops. “Ah, nothing. Just happy to hear you do like him.” “I would have told you if I didn’t,” Piers retorted as he looked back out the window. He smiled as he looked down over Turrfeild. Milo herding the Wooloo to bed with the help of his brother and some of his pupils. 

“Probably gonna stop by Milo’s tomorrow,” Piers commented off handedly. “Yeah,” Raihan asked, dying to just rip the bandage off right now. “Yeah. Might bring him dinner. He’s the first gym leader after all. Curry should be enough for him and his pupils right?” Piers turned, seriously asking Raihan his opinion. The other nodded. “Yeah but it’s supposed to be hot tomorrow. Maybe nothing too spicy?” Piers nodded. “Thanks,” he said softly. “Yeah.”

The rest of the ride was pretty quiet, just two dorky lovers staring in pleasant silence at the sky; cuddled into each other. It had been about an hour before they finally landed, Piers nearly being asleep. Raihan smiled before draping his hoodie over the smaller’s shoulders as the door opened to the cab. Piers once more took the kind, older man’s hand as he stepped down, thanking him once more. Raihan thanked him, taking a selfie with the three to compose for the night’s date. Piers felt it was over stepping but the pilot assured them it was fine. 

Finally stopping somewhere to get dinner, Raihan spotted a familiar figure. His window of time was coming closer to an end. Leon smiled, waving to the two of them before Sword dragged him off for their hotel to share the food with their pokemon. “He’s really her big brother now,” Piers commented as they stood in the pick up line. “Huh,” Raihan asked in panic before registering the words. “Oh. Yeah,” he laughed. Piers made a face. “Your doing it again,” he grumbled. “Doing what?” “Acting weird. Can you just tell me what’s going on already?” Raihan made a face before humming. “Maybe we could head back to my place rather than take that walk?” Piers nodded, just wanting the other to be honest with him already. 

The walk back was quiet, apart from Piers thanking Raihan for his meal. Entering the familiar home, Piers set his food on the counter before moving back to the door to hang the hoodie and his coat along with removing his shoes. He was dressed in a loose, thin, simple black stank sop and loose, dark shorts to match. He crashed on Raihan’s couch, taking his food with him as the other went to check on his beloved pokemon. His own were home, enjoying their day off. He made sure to feed them before he left. 

“You can turn on the television,” Raihan said, reaching for the clicker. “I want to talk first,” Piers stated, looking at him like an upset parent. Raihan retracted his hand before sighing. “Right, right.” “What’s been bothering you all night. Did you have a fight with Leon?” Raihan shook his head. How to say this without killing their relationship. “Um…. I’ve discovered somethings about myself over the last few years.” ‘Good start’, he thought, ‘weak delivery’. “You know, as we people do. We evolve and change with time.” Piers quirked a brow. “Why are you nervously stalling?” Raihan froze before feeling his eyes start to water. “Look, just give me a tick would ya? This is scary.” Piers sat up, placing his food down to face the other. 

Not once had the idea of them breaking up crossed his mind so far, just fear of the other’s well being. They had a relationship built on emotion and openness, so if Raihan couldn’t be truthful and open with him…. he felt maybe he, himself had done something to hurt Raihan. “Is…. this about my battle comment? I’m sorry Rai, I didn’t mean it like that,” Piers started to apologize. Raihan laughed, tearing up more. “No, no. Just, give me a minute. I can do this.” Piers nodded but offered a hand to hold nonetheless. The other shyly took it, rubbing his thumb across Piers’ boney knuckles soothingly. 

“So, I know you don’t look into, like…. sexuality and romantic terms but…. there is more than like gay, pan, bi, ace and straight. Like you are romantically gay but sexually ace.” Piers gave a weird look. “Basically you are romantically, or emotionally interested in a significant other but…. you aren’t looking to have intercourse with them. Like we’ve only really done fluffy, soft stuff for the last three years and it’s been great.” Piers narrowed his eyes. “So…. is there a problem with that or?” Raihan held his hand lovingly and shook his head. “No, no, no! Just…. Okay Raihan,” he sighed to himself. “Your being super uncool. Just rip the bandage off.” Piers cocked his head before seeing more tears form.

Damn it. 

He moved closer and just held the taller. “Whatever it is, it’s nothing we can't handle. Please, just calm down.” Raihan froze. The smaller held him firmly, hovering over his lap as he nuzzled closer into his scent. “I love you no matter what you identify as, if that's the issue. Just relax. You act like you haven’t told me about more personal things like bathroom problems.” Way to kill the moment. Raihan snorted, tears coming down his face. Piers frowned before reaching up to gently wipe the away before gently kissing each eyelid. 

Darker arms wrapped around his petite torso. Piers was trapped, Raihan’s face buried into his clothed torso. “Arceus, I don’t deserve you,” he whimpered. This caught Piers off guard. He gently started toying with Raihan's dreadlocks, humming and shushing soothingly as the other cried into him. Gently, he reached his free hand from Raihan’s shoulder and moved his hand down to the of the uniform he wore. Pulling it up, he watched as the shaking skin grew slightly bumpy from the new air hitting it. He played with the dark locks of hair for a little longer before moving the hand to hold up the shirt back and gently tracing his nails up and down the taller’s back. 

Raihan jumped slightly before nuzzling into Piers more, sniffles subsiding slightly. ‘This is super uncool of you Raihan! You act like you’ve never dated before! Man up, stop crying like a Sobble and just tell him!’ He shivered from the touch before mewling slightly. ‘But what if he leaves me? What if he takes this wrong?’ “Shhhh,” Piers uttered soothingly as he dragged his nails gently up and down the spine once more. “Just relax,” he cooed. ‘Well, I’ll just have to explain it so that Piers can understand!’ Raihan’s brain was racing back and forth as his stomach churned slightly with fear. 

As the sniffles stopped and Raihan lay motionless against him, Piers sighed. He moved to lower himself down to be level with the other for a proper hug. “Rai, relax,” Piers cooed again as he nuzzled into his neck. His nails gently traced up the back for the end, kissing the skin softly. Raihan was pulled out of his thoughts as his nerves reacted to the touch. His head popped out, letting out a sequel. Piers froze in alert before looking up at the other. He then smirked before filed nails started tickling his lower sides. Raihan screamed out before shaking his head squirming helplessly. 

“Ah, P-Piers sthahahaop it!” Piers smiled moving closer to his ear, easing the touch to hold him still for just a moment. “No more tears, yeah,” he asked softly, fingers moving slowly under his shirt, walking up his sides slowly to his ribs. Raihan squeaked, nodding as his face shifted to one of a smile with excitement. His stomach churns turned slowly to butterflies as his face heated up. “B-Babe,” he giggled. “Hm,” Piers hummed softly with a small smile. “Ah, ah wait. Hey,” Raihan giggled as his hands gently moved up to hold Piers around his waist. “Okay, okay,” he whimpered before bursting into soft, broken streams of giggles. “Nhahaope,” Riahan giggled out as he collapsed into Piers’ shoulder, just giggling his head off as Piers started scratching at his lower ribs. Piers just rolled his eyes, giggling softly himself. 

“Dork,” Piers commented lovingly as he started to slowly move his nails up each rib’s bump. Raihan jumped and jolted with squeaks and yelps off and on, just holding him. “You want me to stop,” Piers asked as Raihan seemed much calmer now. “A-Ah….. Not yet,” Raihan giggled out. “Yeah? Alright. Piers stopped for a moment before sitting on the far side of the couch and patting his lap. Raihan felt his face heat up more before he slowly, sheepishly moved to place his feet on the other’s lap. Piers looked a bit surprised. “You sure?” Raihan awkwardly nodded. “Okay.” He left the socks on, gently dragging his nails up and down his soles of each foot, watching as Raihan struggled not to rip his feet back. 

He held a pillow tightly to his chest, shaking his head frantically as he dug his heels into Peris’ thighs. “Shahahit,” Raihan squealed. The smaller winced slightly before sighing. “You alright,” he asked as the harsh pressure was starting to hurt. “Y-Yeheheheah! Ah, P-Piers,” Raihan squealed as the smaller grabbed the balls of his feet and started to scratch up and down a little harsher. The free foot quickly moved off of him to kick at the air as Raihan shrieked, jerking around in his seat. “Pheheheirs! Pheheheheirs! Ok-Okay! Whahahahit! Eeek!” The other stopped quickly, smiling softly. 

“Alright?” Raihan nodded, taking his foot back, laughing slightly still as he moved away from the other. “Thanks,” Raihan muttered softly as he curled up, slightly embarrassed. Peris smiled, moving to poke at his side. “Oh? Who said I was done?” Raihan’s blue eyes widened before he curled into the arm of his couch more. “Wait? What?!” He was giggling nervously as Piers smirked at hims playfully. “You heard me.” Oh shit. No, no, no! 

Raihan squealed before he jumped up. “Okay, I’m ready to talk,” he squealed out. Oh, right. Piers sighed as he stood down, giving a nod of truce before patting the cushion next to him. Raihan nervously took a seat, still holding his cousin before leaning into the other. Piers cleared the other’s face from tears before kissing his cheek softly. “What’s going on?” The other frowned before feeling his stomach churn again and eyes start to water a bit once more. 

“So, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” he started again. “Okay,” Piers said calmly. “Do you know what like polygamy or polyamorous means?” Piers thought for a moment before slowly shaking his head. “I don’t think so? Why, what is it?” Okay, big reveal. Don’t be dumb, don’t be dumb! “I…. so I’m pansexual and romantic right? Well I’m also polyamorous.” Piers blinked. “What’s pan mean again,” he asked quietly. Raihan laughed. “Basically gender means nothing. I have no preference of genders, if I like you, I like you. Or that’s at least how I explain it.” Piers gave a nod. 

“So… polyamorous?” Raihan sighed. “I am capable of loving more than one person romantically at a time.” He watched as the life drained from Piers’ face. Quickly moving into damage control, he put his hands up. “Let me explain, let me explain! It’s not like that. I still love you! Hold on, hold on.” Piers gave him a look as if to say “get to the point”. “So there are relationships that exist that are composed of more than two people. Like a legit love circle type deal. I just… okay I don’t know how to explain this. One moment.” Piers crossed his arms and quirked a brow. “Are you…. leaving me or?” Raihan shook his head. 

“Look, I…. I don’t know how to explain this properly, so…. Hear me out,” he asked softly. Piers gave him a nod. “I’ve had a crush on Leon for…. a while.” Oh? Oh. Piers hummed, leaning forward. “So…. you wanted him to join our relationship which is why you’ve been bringing him around since him and Sonia split?” Yes and no. “I mean that wasn’t the idea but…. I can see why you’d think that but…. Yeah.” Piers sighed. “So you're asking to open the relationship or add to it?” “Add,” Raihan said, gripping the pillow tighter. He was so nervous. Piers made a face before sighing. “I don’t feel that way about Leon, and I doubt he feels that way about me but…. if you want, I don’t mind going on a date or two to just see how it goes.” Raihan gave a silent nod as he sheepishly looked over at the other. 

“Are you sure,” he asked Piers. “If your uncomfortable with this, I won’t pursue it.” Piers shrugged. “You’ve dragged him around with us often enough, it’s not much different.” He wasn’t upset, but was just trying to picture if he could develop feelings for the purple haired man. “Are you upset?” Piers shook his head. “Thinking,” Piers stated, reaching for his food off the coffee table again. “Now eat your food, it’s getting cold,” he muttered with a mouthful of food. Raihan smiled softly before receiving the clicker and moving to allow the other into his side. Piers moved close, snuggling into him as they turned on a cheesy movie to make fun of.

[mizumelona]

set me up | atsumu x reader

SYNOPSIS: You’re an ambitious career woman, who’s got everything…except a significant other. Your mom, sick of you showing up to family functions alone, sets you up on a series of (terrible) blind dates. You make these dates meet you at your favorite restaurant, Onigiri Miya, but for some reason the owner’s jerk of a twin brother always happens to be there exactly when things crash and burn.

NOTE: The MSBY boys have arrived!! I hope yall enjoy this update!

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~

“You want the usual [y/n]?” Osamu called from behind the counter.

“Sure…” You were still preoccupied with the table of people staring at you expectantly. They were all wearing black sweats except for one guy with glasses who was in a suit. Taking a closer look, you recognized the logo to be the same as the one on the sweater you were currently returning to Atsumu. You’d been awkwardly standing staring at them while they stared at you for what felt like a solid minute.

“Oh [y/n]! Didja just get here?”, Atsumu stepped out of the bathroom, breaking the awkward silence.

Before you could say anything, the glasses guy spoke up. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend Atsumu.”

WHAT? Where did this misunderstanding come from? Sure you had his sweater, but agh!!!

“I’m not his girlfriend”, you quickly shut it down.

“Riiiight.” This time a dude with spikey gray hair piped in. “So, how long have you and Tsum Tsum been together”

“I just told you we aren’t together”

“I get it. I get it.” Spikey hair guy winked.

You let out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t think you do”

“Wow so cute! Atsumu’s so lucky.” A guy with bright orange hair chimed in. “Your secret’s safe with us [y/n]”

What the heck? Did they all have selective hearing?

“There is no secret! Atsumu, tell them!”, You turned to Atsumu, raising your eyebrows.

“What can I say? I can’t help being this charmin’”, Atsumu held up his hands innocently.

“Oh shut up lemon head”, you sharply snapped.

The whole restaurant burst out laughing at that. Even the guy in a mask who'd been pretty quiet was chuckling. You quickly went around and did some introductions.

“If you aren’t dating, how do you know each other?”, the glasses guy, Akaashi, asked.

“A series of unfortunate encounters.” You cringed recalling the past few weeks.

“‘Tsumu crashed her blind dates”, Osamu called from the prep station where he was rolling onigiri.

“Why am I not surprised”, the guy with the mask, Sakusa spoke up.

“Yeah. Blondie over here has been wreaking havoc on my life.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about”, Atsumu said with a scoff.

“So, how do you know him?”, You turned the question around. You had a pretty good guess, but you didn’t want to let Atsumu know that you’d been stalking him online.

“Oh. We’re Tsum Tsum’s teammates, except Akaashi here who’s my friend from high school”, Bokuto answered.

“Yeah, we’re volleyball players for the MSBY Black Jackals”, Hinata said proudly.

“Wow! That’s pretty cool”, you tried to act surprised.

“You probably didn’t know, but I’m kinda a big deal. I’m even on tv.” Leave it to Atsumu to turn this into an opportunity to stoke his ego. You rolled your eyes.

“Lucky you ‘Tsumu, thanks to that all your lame moments are recorded on the internet.” You could count on Osamu to have a good clapback.

“Lame moments? Like what?”

Atsumu’s face went tense.

“You should’ve seen it,” Bokuto said excitedly. “A few weeks ago we were walking into a meet and greet and ‘Tsum ‘Tsum had the craziest fall. It was hilarious”

“Ah! Wait no-“, Atsumu tried to stop his teammates, but it was too late.

“Oh, the one where he tripped off the stage?”, Akaashi asked.

“And twirled in the air”, Hinata excitedly added.

“And ended up hanging there by his pants because the waistband got caught on the edge of the stage” Bokuto barely got the words out between his loud guffaws.

“It was awesome!” Hinata shouted.

“It was terrible.” Sakusa corrected him.

“There’s no way that happened!” You cackled.

“It totally did!” Hinata exclaimed.

“They got the whole thing on camera too. You should watch it [y/n]!” Bokuto added.

Atsumu’s eyes got wide. “No, she shouldn’t!” Atsumu desperately interjected.

“Here lemme pull it up,” Bokuto said. He frowned, “Aw man my cell service is really weak.”

Atsumu sighed in relief and lazily grinned “Well that’s a real shame-“

“I have it saved on my phone”, Osamu tossed his phone to Hinata, who caught it.

“‘Samu!”

You all gathered around and watched the video. It was every bit as glorious and embarrassing as it Atsumu’s teammates described it as. By the end, you were wheezing.

You turned to Atsumu, “Can’t help being charming huh?”

“Aghhh!” He slumped over the table and buried his face in his arms.

“Wow you’re actually kinda cute when you aren’t being an asshole”

“Aww she called you cute”

“I’m pretty sure that was a roast Hinata”

~

After spending some time chatting and eating, everyone packed up and got ready to leave.

“You’re pretty funny [y/n]. We should hang out more often”, Bokuto grinned at you.

“You guys are pretty funny too”

“Oh [y/n]! You should come to our game tonight! We each get some extra tickets!” Hinata���s eyes lit up as he made his suggestion.

“Oh, I don’t know about that”

“It’ll be super fun!”, Bokuto followed up.

“And its an exhibition match, so there’ll only be three sets. It won’t drag on too long.” Akaashi added.

“It sounds cool, but it’d be kinda weird to go by myself-“

“You could hang out with me at my onigiri booth if ya like,” Osamu said with a shrug.

Well if they wanted you to come that badly…

“Thanks Osamu. Okay sure! I’ll come.”

“Yay!” Bokuto and Hinata cheered. Akaashi smiled. Sakusa sighed.

As the volleyball boys filed out of the restaurant, Atsumu called out to you

“Hey can I have your number to send the ticket link to?”

“Oh sure,” He handed you his phone and you quickly typed your number into it. You handed it back to him.

“Just watch [y/n]. Tonight I’ll show ya just how cool I can be.” Atsumu had a determined look on his face.

“You’re awfully confident”

“Meet me at the back of the stadium when I win. There’s no way you’re gonna be able to say I’m not charmin’ after you see me play.”

“Whatever you say.” You chuckled.

“Well, I gotta go then. See ya later [y/n]!” Atsumu smiled at his phone, tucking it in his bag, and turned to dash after his teammates.

Wait. Did you really just give him your number?

~

Sendai Stadium. FRIDAY 7:05PM

You’d pulled up a chair next to Osamu’s onigiri cart. You were both watching as the players made their way onto the court.

Tonight, Atsumu’s team, the MSBY Black Jackals, were up against the Eastern Japan Paper Mills Raijin. The players from the Black Jackals that you met earlier were being announced on court one by one.

“Number 13. Atsumu Miya!!!”

Atsumu jogged onto the court beaming. He surveyed the crowd until his eyes locked with yours then he shot a playful wink in your direction.

After some setup, it seemed like the game was about to start. Someone tossed Atsumu the ball, and he started walking toward the back of the court.

“He’s about to serve.” Osamu filled you in.

“Oh…”

Atsumu turned and faced the court. Atsumu’s face turned serious. He raised his hand and clenched his fist. The crowd instantly snapped into silence. Hah??? What was that? Did he really just silence the crowd? Talk about fucking extra (and maybe a little hot).

Atsumu took a deep breath and tossed the ball into the air. He loped forward then leaped, sweeping his harm back. Looking up at the ball, he broke into a smile. It was a fun and childlike grin, the kind you couldn’t help but smile back at. He swung his hand forward making contact with the ball with a bang that echoed throughout the stadium. It shot across the net and slammed into the opponent's side of the court.

Woah.

He turned to look at you again. You were still stunned with amazement. He smirked in your direction and jogged to pick up the ball again.

Osamu turned to you with a chuckle. “When it comes to volleyball, ‘Tsumu’s not bad huh?”

As much as you wanted to make some kind of snarky comment, there was no hiding the fact that was probably the coolest thing you’d seen recently, maybe ever.

“…yeah”

And it didn’t stop there. He fired ace after ace, and even after his service streak was broken he didn’t stop pulling out smooth moves that captured your attention. At one point he went full-on limbo and got under an impossibly low ball while leaning back and tossed it perfectly to Bokuto, who slammed it down.

He lifted his shirt to wipe his sweat, revealing his midriff. You bit your lip. Okay. Fine. He was kind of hot, but you weren’t about to tell him that.

Soon, the Black Jackals had taken the first set. 25-18.

The second set was a much closer fight. 24-23. It was the Black Jackals match point on Atsumu’s serve. (Your favorite kind of point). He started his usual service route, silencing the crowd and tossing the ball into the air, but when he jumped something looked a little off. He didn’t smile at the ball like he usually did, and when his hand finally made contact it was a little awkward. The ball flew right into the net.

“Ugh.” Osamu frowned.

24-24

“Come on Atsumu…”, you muttered under your breath. He looked visibly disappointed.

A service ace from the opposing team.

24-25

The tables had been turned. The opposing team’s match point started. Hinata returned the serve and got the ball into the air. Atsumu tossed the ball to Sakusa who smashed it, but the opposing team managed to get it back in the air. The opposing team sent an attack flying back. It bounced off the blocker's hands and flew toward the back of Atsumu’s side of the court.

“A block out!”

Atsumu dove for the ball, but it was too late. It bounced just out of his reach. That dejected look on his face deepened.

As the final set started, the Black Jackals just couldn’t seem to grasp back the momentum. Any time they were about to catch up with the opponents in terms of points, the opponents would pull ahead again.

7-10

Atsumu set to Bokuto but failed to clear a path. The ball was met with a wall and crashed back to the court.

15-18

Atsumu dove for the ball again but couldn’t save it

21-24

Matchpoint. Atsumu’s serve again. He looked unstable as he launched himself up and slammed his hand into the ball. It flew over the net and kept flying.

The referee blew his whistle. “Out!”

Final Score. 1-2. MSBY Black Jackals Lose.

~

Atsumu told you to meet him behind the stadium when he won. Technically, he hadn’t won, but there’s no way you could just leave like this. It’s not like you were especially close to him, but you just couldn’t. He definitely didn’t need your help, and honestly it would be hypocritical for you, the queen of cynical perfectionism, to pat him on the back and tell him that losing is okay. Despite that here you were. You just wanted to talk to him.

You spotted him crouched at the bottom of the stairs leading to the back entrance. Cautiously, you called out to him, “Hey.”

He turned to look at you. He looked even more depressed than when he walked off the court. “What’re you doin’ here? I told you to come when I won”

“I…I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

“Hah. Are you here to tell me being a loser is okay? Gimme a break. I don’t want your pity party”

You folded your arms and lifted your chin. “Who said I was here to cheer you up? Today, you’re a fucking loser.” He flinched.

“I know!” He buried his head back in his knees. “You don’t hafta rub it in.” His voice was muffled by his sweats.

“You’re a loser today, but”, You walked up to him and crouched down to his level, “this loss will pave the way for many more victories.”

He scoffed. “You don’t get it [y/n]! I wanna win today and the next time. I wanna win every time. Losers should just quit!”

“A competitive spirit like that is awesome. Nothing is more motivating, but Atsumu, that kinda energy is only useful if it’s powering you forward, not making you sulk and feel like you’re better off quitting. Am I wrong?” 

He lifted his face out of his sweats to look at you. “…”

You reached out your hand. “C’mon let’s get out of here”

“I don’t need your help”

You smiled, knowing just what to say. “I know you don’t. This”, you took his hand in yours, “is me being selfish.”

He couldn’t help but crack a small grin at that. “Can’t argue with that can I?”

He gripped your hand back. You both stood up and started walking away from the stadium.

“You might be a loser, but I thought you looked really cool when I first saw you serve earlier”

“Wow [y/n] was that a genuine compliment?”

“…but I silencing the crowd was too extra don’t you think?”

“Hah. I don’t need any pigs interruptin’ me, and I’ve heard people think it looks hot.”

“Hot? Says who?”

Just like that you two were back to your usual bickering. You almost didn’t notice that he was still holding your hand.

[bakugoubabygirl]

Todoroki xreaderx Katsuki

You are the daughter of all might . He found you when you were little . This is your first year at A.U you have powerful and deadly powers that were from your real parents. You catch the eyes of two boys.

Today is my first day at A.U . I got in by recommendation being the daughter of all might and all . He not my real father of course but he found me when I was just a baby and took me in as his own. The rest of the world just seems to think he adopted me but it's runs deeper then that.

     It's the first time I'll be going to public school. All might has been home schooling me my whole life up to until now I Didn't have any friends until he introduced me to Izuku.

    Izuku has this weird obsession with my dad and now he starting to obsessed with me . I've been training with him and my dad. He passed some of his powers to him .

     I got into my uniform the skirt was a little short but it well be fine . It's no secret that I'm good looking with my h/c and e/c . Im not trying to outshine people though . It's bad enough I'll have all of my dads fans on me .  I walked down stairs, to see my dad.

    " you look beautiful , your going to good great" my father said standing at the door. He made me take a picture for my first day of school and then we were off.

     " Hey dad can you drop me off a block away and let me walk the rest of the way" I asked hoping he would say yes.

      " No"

     " What look I just don't want to be normal as much as possible and showing up with my dad is embarrassing no matter if he famous or not "

    " Y/n , the whole world knows who you are I can't let you walk alone some body will grab you up and use you as leverage against me or worse"

I crossed my arms in frustration. I can take care of myself but I knew there was no point in arguing .

    As soon as I got out I hurried to my class as soon as I could 1-A . I open the door it's was so loud and chaotic .

     I stood there unsure of what to do with myself . Until the class was dead silence everyone had there eyes on me .

   " Y/N your here ! See I told you guys Y/N the daughter of almight would be in our class" Izuku came up and squeeze me tight . He gotten to comfortable with me . It was cute but embarrassing.

Then everyone started bombarding me with questions .

" Hey I'm Mina Ashido ," she said super cheerfully " omg your soo hot " she squeal .

" Thank you buts that's all you" I smile . I'm so used to putting up with fans but that the thing . I want friends not fans .

everyone in here was excited except for the boy who was looking out the window quietly with red and white hair

And a blonde hair boy in the back of the class. He had a nasty look on his face. I wonder why, was it because of me? My eyes met his it was intense like he saw right through me . I refused to lose and look away first though .

I shot him a nasty glare and then we both broke contact when I heard someone clear there throat really loud . It's was some werido in a sleeping bag .

" It took you guys way too long to shut up ." And then he gave us a lecture about how if we want to be hero we need to take this more serious . I took my seat next to the red and white hair kid . He seem so quiet .

We went outside to test our ability because Eraser head wanted to see what we could do and don't believe in the traditional activities.

last person will be kicked out .

Oh no . I look over to see the fear on Izuku face so I grabbed his hand . " Everything will be okay ," I whisper to Him.

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Katsuki POV 💥

Why is she holding his hand . If she so fucking great then why is she holding Deku hand . The more he thought about it the more it really piss him off.

He so fucking happy about it . Like he something special. He is no one . Everyone so fucking batshit crazy over her . That's all they talk about . I'm better then her, she weak . Only on this team because of her daddy. I'll show her . I'll show everyone I'm better then her.

Aizawa called me in front of the class to show off my awesome talents . I threw over Seven hundred meters. Everyone was impressed but Y/N didn't even pay attention she was talking to stupid Deku.

First it was the running test . I was up against Y/N. I'm going to show this princess and every one how weak she is . I started to go . I was only half way there when she already portal to the finish line . Rage burn through my body .

The rest of the competition we came neck to neck . I wanted to destroy her. I don't care how gorgeous or how soft her e/c eyes are . She gonna die for embarrassing me like this . She gonna pay for making me want to have her attention.

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Your PoV🖤💜🖤

This was Izuku last chance of scoring anything . Your heart was breaking for him. His poor dreams were already crumbling before his eyes . He was getting sent home. Please don't use those powers Izuku it's already over . He threw it and it went flying it went one meter far then Katsuki.

Im couldn't help but to smile . I turn around and Katsuki was right there. " Why are you smiling are you retarteded or something" he growled

What is his problem he so awful . " Just proud of my friend . It looks like he did better then you actually." She boasted .

     He grabbed a hold of my wrist " your pathetic just like the rest of them " he spat .

     " let go of me before I hurt you badly" I growled . He was under estimating me and it was the last mistake he'll ever make . My eyes must of flash res because for a second I saw fear hit his face .

    "I will kick ass when I gets the chance I'll wipe the floor with the ugly ass face of yours"

       " we'll see " I smirked . Then Aizawa gave us our score . Todoroki was first and I was second of course I hold back my powers. They are to dangerous to be use  at its fullest . Izuku place last  but eraser face announce that he lied about last going home .

     I was packing up my stuff when I got stop by Todoroki. " Hey listen I know we just met but I really want to know you better do you think we could hang out soon , here my number " he blushed and handed me a piece of paper with his name and number on it .

     " Of course, Todoroki right ? " I smiled

       " Yes , but you can call me shoto if you like . can I walk you out," he rub the back of his neck.

       " You sure it instead because of my dad right ?" I raise my eyebrows. I really hope not I want friends who like me for me .

      " No of course not , I understand what's it like being the kid of a famous dad . My dad is Endeavor."

     " I'm sorry I didn't I should of know , yes you can walk with me ." I grabbed his arm and we headed out .

     We had to shield our faces from the paparazzi . Little did we know someone got a good shot . We Made it to the car. My dad was inside of it , no one could see though because of the tinted windows.

       " Bye shoto  see you tommorw ,"

       " See you ," he replied then wave . I got into the care and my dad gave me this weird look .

        " What ?" I asked

        " Already have a boyfriend I see" he chuckle

        " it's not even like that ," My face turn red . Okay yes he very hot and sweet but I just met him .

" If they knew what a freak I am , they wouldn't be so quick to talk to me," I sigh .

" Your powers aren't who you are . Where your from don't define you ." He put his hand on my shoulder and I return it with a smile .

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Katsuki POV 💥🤤

Today was irritating. I always finish first there all just idiots . She shows up thinking she better then me . Just because of her daddy and her looks . That body of her with her skirt highlighting that ass And the size of her chest . She thinks she can just control everyone will I won't for it.

I turn on the tv to get my mind off of her . The News came on . It was a reporter standing in front of U.A . I turn it up louder so I could hear .

" Turn out Y/N the gorgeous daughter of almight has spark a love interest her first day " It showed a picture of her on that half bastard arms. My blood begin to boil . I don't why I care but i do . I just hate the half and half bastard he shouldn't be all smiling like that . You would think she would have more Sense then to talk to extras .

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Todoroki Pov 🤍❤️

I saw the news . Me and Y/n a couple ? I wouldn't mind . She so talented and gorgeous. Down to earth And her smile feels so contagious. My phone started to buzz. I got a text from her .

Y/N: I'm sorry did you see the news ? I didn't mean for that to happen

Todoroki: it's okay I'm the one who wanted to walk you out.

Y/N: okay well see you Tommorw todo

Todoroki : Can't wait

I smiled like a idiot at the nickname she gave me . She so cute . I decided to head off to bed who new what second day at U. A had would bring .

I got to class earlier before everyone else . Then ten minutes I see her walking in.

" Hey are you ready to get our customs today?" She asked while taking her seat next to me . Before I could answer mina appear in front of Y/n desk.

" Ooooo are you two like a couple . I saw the news yesterday it was so cuteee," she screech . Y/n face was super red , it was kind of funny.

" It's not a big deal we're just friends walking together that's it's ," she twirls her hair .

" Like anyone would ever want Y/N she so fucking ugly and dumb," bakagou laugh . I thought I saw a flash of hurt in her eyes but then then she stood up.

" At least I'm not slow And weak , I bet I could beat you in a fight . Your probably to scare though ," Y/n smirked . The whole class was shocked . No one ever dare to talk shit back to him . I felt fear go through me . Was she trying to get her self kill , I'm sure she strong . I don't know if she strong as bakagou though.

" What did you say to me you stupid bitch," he stood up and started a small explosion in his hand.

" You heard me you bastard" she floated her self off the ground and her eyes flash red . Things we're about to get real bad.

" Y/N and bakagou what do you think your doing ." Almight voice surprise everyone ." Y/N floated back down and bakagou let small explosion die off. " I'm disappointed in both of you . This is not how a hero should act."

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Your POV

How embarrassing to get called out by your dad in front of your whole class. He was right though and I'm sure I will hear about this when I get home.

We head to the locker rooms to change into out costumes . My custom was like a one piece swimming suit . It was (F/c ) .It had a slit down the middle where you could see my some of my chest . Then a (f/c ) cloak with a hood. I had thigh high stocking with lacing at the top and combat boots .

" I love the costume Y/n" Momo said . Everyone agree.

We step outside to ground B . The boys were already out there I could feel eyes on me. My dad look kind of upset . Maybe this was a bad idea . Katsuki was staring at me even .

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Katsuki POV

I saw her custom . Showing her body off to the whole class . They were all staring them idiots . Todoroki was looking her up and down .

" l want to be team up with that," I heard Kirishima whisper . I shot him a nasty glare.

Almight explain to us the activity we were doing .

There were gonna be two teams . A hero team and a villain team . The villain team Is supposed to protect the fake Bomb and the hero team is trying to capture it .

I got pair up with Lida . The stupid extra best stay out of my way.

" The hero team Will be Y/N and Uraraka," I saw stupid princess and shitty extra that's hangs out with Deku . High five each other like they weren't about to get there ass kicked . She was gonna pay for making it where I can't get her off of my mind . This will be fun.

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Your POV 💜

I was looking for kitsuki this was how I was going to show him that he not the best . All a sudden he jumps in front of me .

"You were all talk this morning . You underestimate me Y/N . Now it's time to pay." He got his hands ready to blast me . I dodge it , it wasn't that big .

      " What is your quirk anyways?" He growl

      " None of your damn business"

       He aim another one at me . This time he was using his Grenades.

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                                         Katsuki POV 💕

    It was hard to focus with that's stupid costume on her.  I heard all might voice come through my mic.

  " Katsuki don't use that attack on her you'll kill her" he said worryingly. I  rolled  his eyes . He plays favorites it's so stupid .

   " Not if she dodges it " I pulled the trigger . She made a portal causing it to go through there. She hurry made another portal right in front of me . My attack came back through it and hit me . Her team mate must of touch the bomb. A announcement came through that the hero team won.

    I got up but I was extremely swore . She was smiling at me , how disgusting. That was luck next time I'll beat her . But for now I'll keep her close .

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I'll have the next chapter up soon Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy it . Please send criticism on what I can do better. Don't worry bakagou we'll start soften up to you soon .

[headcanonsandmore]

It’s Supernatural, chapter two

Chapter summary:  As Ron and Hermione grow closer, they stumble across the details of Hermione's apparent death. But more shocks await them...

Tagging: @pynki and @cheeseanonioncrisps

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Dear Harry,

I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to write much lately; classes have gotten pretty rough. Probably something to do with it being O.W.L year. Hermione’s been really great, though; she’s really smart, and funny too! I can’t believe no-one else wants to hang around her.

But don’t tell Fred and George I said that. I’ll never hear the end of it. I’ve got enough of Ginny giggling whenever I mention Hermione. Why does everyone make such a big deal out of me having an awesome friend who happens to be a girl?

Well, anyway; we’re going to have a look through the papers this weekend, and try to find out what actually happened to her when she was alive. She doesn’t seem to have been a ghost very long, because neither Bill or Charlie ever mentioned her. But, then again, they were only at Hogwarts for two years each. Not sure how they’d be able to miss Hermione, though; she’s not very easy to forget. And not just because of being a ghost; it’s hard to get a word in edgeways half the time. Not that I mind; she’s great to talk to.

Hermione says hello because she hasn’t had the chance to meet you yet. You’ll have to visit the Hogwarts library the next time you and the Potters are in the country.

Tell your mum that her home-made biscuits are smashing; I ate half of them in one sitting!

Hope all is good with you,

Ron

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Ron and Hermione were sat around a table in a deserted section of the library. The table in front of them was covered in various books, portfolios and other current-event texts from the previous two decades.

‘It’s awfully good of you to ask your brother about it,’ Hermione said, cheerfully. The two of them were sat in a quiet corner of the library. ‘Although I hope he isn’t bothered by it.’

‘Nah, Percy loves this sort of stuff,’ Ron replied, absentmindedly. ‘He’s always been a bit of a swot. Loves knowing about everything. Top of every class.’

‘You say that like it’s a bad thing!’

Ron chuckled, his blue eyes glinting.

‘I’m just messing, Hermione,’ he said, grinning. ‘Besides, I’ve got six siblings and they’re all different as can be.’

‘Oh, yes; you mentioned them. So… Bill takes more after your mother, is that correct?’

‘Yeah, Bill’s the most human out of us. He was tipped to be prefect and head boy at Hogwarts until the vampire registration act came through.’

‘That got repealed a couple of years ago, didn’t it.’

‘Exactly; that’s why me and Ginny could stay at Hogwarts for longer than the others.’

‘And Ginny takes after Charlie, is that correct?’

‘No, the twins take after Charlie. He’s the most… vampiric of us all. Can fly and everything. That’s why he’s able to go toe-to-toe with dragons at the reserve over in Romania.’

‘Can the twins fly, then?’

Ron shook his head.

‘That’d be like giving a pair of monkeys the keys to a banana factory.’-Hermione let out a giggle at that, which made Ron smile- ‘Thankfully, they can just hover a little bit. Otherwise I would have gotten no peace growing up.’

‘Can you do that?’

‘Fly, you mean? No, but I can see in the dark,’ Ron said, quietly. As much as he loved his family, he always did feel overshadowed when it came to them. ‘I’m not really human-like or vampire-like. I’m just… me.’

Hermione leaned forward, and laid her hand softly next to Ron’s. Ron had the vague sense that her skin would be very soft if she was alive. The bushy-haired witch smiled softly at him.

‘There’s nothing wrong with being yourself, Ron.’

The two stared at each-other, and Ron felt his ears burn.

Hermione seemed to suddenly realise what she was doing, and pulled her hand away.

‘S-so…�� Ron started, clearing his throat. ‘You definitely only remember Dumbledore being headmaster?’

‘Y-yes,’ Hermione replied. ‘And always that he looked old.’

‘You must have been alive fairly recently then. Maybe during the first wizarding war? I remember hearing about students dying…’

‘Possibly; it would be nice to know how long I’ve been a ghost for.’

‘You don’t think it’ll upset you, do you?’ Ron asked, hesitantly. ‘I mean, finding out about you being alive?...’

‘I don’t think so,’ Hermione said, thoughtfully. ‘I suppose I won’t know until I find out.’

‘Okay, but let me know if you feel you don’t want to find out. I’m not gonna force you.’

Hermione nodded.

Taking heart from this, Ron pulled open the 1992 compilation portfolio for The Daily Prophet.

‘Isn’t that a bit too late?’ Hermione asked.

‘The way I see it, a Hogwarts student dying probably didn’t make the news during the first war,’ Ron explained, as he rifled through the pages. ‘There was enough fear around; the ministry used to cover up a lot of stuff so the public wouldn’t be scared.’

‘So, you think my death might have been reported after the war ended?’

‘It’s possible. At least we have your first name to go on. That, and you being a Gryffindor student.’

Ron swept over the pages, his eyes darting from article to article.

‘Anything?’

‘Something about Peter Pettigrew turning up alive in Plymouth… the Weird Sisters second album getting bad reviews… Cornelius Fudge in a publicity shot with the Muggle Prime Minister…’

‘Thatcher…’ Hermione said, looking a little confused. ‘Why do I suddenly feel angry?’

‘Don’t worry; people in Ottery St Catchpole used to say the same… thing...’

Ron trailed off, staring down at another article that was on the next page.

‘What?’

‘Hogwarts student attacked by basilisk… the ministry is deeply saddened to announce that… that…’

Hermione stared down at the page, her eyes widening.

‘That… H-Hermione Granger, muggle-born Gryffindor student… was found d-dead just outside the Hogwarts library…’

Ron looked up, his skin paler than ever, and his eyes beginning to swim with tears.

‘R-Ron,’ Hermione whispered, reaching out to him. ‘Please don’t cry…’

‘S-sorry,’ Ron mumbled, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his robe. ‘This was a bad idea; I s–shouldn’t have…’

‘No, it’s fine, honestly,’ Hermione said, earnestly. ‘Thank you for helping me find out. Please don’t be upset-’

‘I’ve walked right past the place you died everytime I came in here!’ Ron exclaimed. ‘The place where my friend died… how could I…’

‘You didn’t know!’ Hermione shot back. ‘Wait, you consider me your friend?’

‘Course,’ Ron said, wiping his eyes.

‘Thank you, Ron,’ Hermione said. ‘I consider you my friend too.’

Ron smiled.

Suddenly, Hermione’s eyes filled with tears.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘My p-parents… I just remembered…’ Hermione sobbed. ‘Muggles can’t see ghosts, so they’ll never be able to meet me again.’

Ron leaned closer to her.

‘Hey, you can have my family. I understand if you don’t want Percy, but still…’

Hermione giggled softly.

Without thinking, Ron reached forward and put his arms around Hermione in a hug. At least, he assumed he wouldn’t be able to touch her.

But he did.

While she wasn’t as solid as most ghosts were, she seemed to have a certain solid-ness that prevented Ron’s arms from going straight through her.

‘How… what…?’

The two of them stared at each-other in shock.

‘You’re… but ghosts can’t be touched by humans…’

‘B-because they’re the imprint of a departed soul. Being still slightly solid means… means…’

‘You didn’t die completely?’

‘I don’t know. How… how is that even possible?

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Several hundred miles away, in a private ward in St Mungos’, two healers were making their rounds. They stopped next to a bed surrounded by a curtain.

‘This is one of our most peculiar cases,’ the senior healer explained to their junior. ‘That’s why we keep them separate from all of the other long-term patients.’

Pulling the curtain across, the senior healer checked the potions that were being administered by a drip to the patient.

‘Poor girl,’ the younger healer said, sadly.

The senior healer nodded in mute agreement.

‘She’s been like this for several years now. Some sort of magically-induced coma. We’ve been unable to help her regain consciousness, but all we can do is make sure she’s comfortable and safe until she wakes up via her own accord.’

The bushy-haired girl slept on, her chest lightly rising and falling as if in deep slumber.  

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Thanks for reading, everyone! Hope you enjoyed it; I’m planning on posting the next chapter tomorrow, so stay tuned!

[cloud9consultive]

How To Flirt With Women Over Text (25 Copy & Send Text Messages) 1 of 2

Below you will find the first 25 of 50 text messages that will show you:

– How to flirt over text. – How to ask a girl out over text. – What to text a girl to start a conversation. – How to text women to make them laugh.

Feel free to send each text as-is or edit as you see fit. You can also use them as inspiration to create your own unique messages… Enjoy!

What to text a girl to start a conversation:

1. Hey cutie so random meeting you today….are you always so friendly to handsome strangers?

2. Hey… Is it too soon for casual text? I mean… I barely know you, maybe we should wait

3. So… what kinda trouble have you been causing since we met?

4. Lets skip straight to the important stuff… which do you prefer: pillow fights or bedtime stories?

How to text women to make them laugh:

When sending a text that could be misinterpreted as rude, mean, or negative, use emoticons or emojis so she knows you’re just joking around.

5. just made you pick up your phone for no reason…looks like I got you in check

6. The police are looking for a suspect described as sexy, funny, & phenomenal in bed. You’re safe but where can I hide?

7. water u doin … besides thinking about me and doodling hearts on a piece of paper?

8. Happy national hug a plumber day! (Use this site to find random and crazy holidays: holidayscalendar.com/categories/weird)

9. If we were stuck in an elevator together could I asked you a hypothetical question?

10. Those beautiful eyes, that amazing smile, those juicy lips, that awesome bod, so hot! But enough about me, what r u up to?

11. ur my new text message girlfriend for the next 5 minutes. In 5 minutes send: Aww now we’re broken up. Its not you its me. Was fun while it lasted. In another 5 minutes send: now I kinda miss you… I’ll do whatever it takes to get you back.

12. Let’s fly to Vegas, get married, argue about our third kid’s name, divorce, then grow old, lonely, and depressed. u in???

How to flirt over text:

13. You: You are so… Her: Awesome (or something similar) You: Wow, we even finish each others sentences. You make me feel like a pudgy, naked, winged child just shot an arrow into my chest cavity

14. Thinking of you…. and taking cold showers =D

15. On a scale of 1 to 10, how dirty is your mind?

16. You: Wanna have text? Her: Is that a sexual innuendo? You: Wow. That’s a big word. Let me grab my dick-tionary

How to ask a girl out over text:

17. Will you go out with me? (a) Yes (b) a (c) b

18. party. tomorrow night. mi casa. u in?

19. We’re gonna be at (place you want to meet) tomorrow. you and your friends should stop by

20. We could go on an amazing first date, have great conversation, share a deep connection, have lots of laughs, enjoy absurd amounts of flirting before I say goodbye and charmingly end the night with a soft kiss on your cheek. After that we’d both get too busy and never see each other again. Interested?

21. You: hola mi amor… This is Antonio *sexy voice* Her: ummm ok hello Antonio! You: Come over and I’ll make you Quesadillas. Then we can cuddle and watch Telemundo

No reply? Get her to respond:

If she doesn’t reply, wait a day then text her again. If she doesn’t respond to that, wait two days then text again. If still no response, wait three days. And so forth.

22. My bad… forgot to get back to you I was X X = something high value, incredibly fun, or hilarious

23. I’ve been distant lately… but don’t worry, first 3 rounds of couples therapy are on me

Random (Use as you see fit):

24. Snapple Fact: A one-minute kiss burns 27 calories 25. No texts after 2am…I get too many of those

This should be enough to get you started if you want to learn how to flirt with women. That’s all for now. I’ll see you on part 2 of this text message series.

[letsnotdiealone]

Things I loved when I saw Hamilton

These are all the things I would never have known about if I hadn’t seen the actual Hamilton show:

King George the third coming over the loudspeakers and welcoming us to “his” show

All the characters stand on different parts of the stage when stating what they were to Hamilton

Mulligan kicking up his leg when Alex says “I think your pants look hot!”

Hamilton Cast Mannequin Challenge during Alex’s monologue about death in “My Shot”

Nobody else is on stage during “The Story of Tonight”, which literally makes all of the atmosphere

Samuel Seabury being extra and trying to cover up Alex during their discussion in “Farmer Refuted”

The ensemble hastily running out when King George angrily states “EVERYBODY!” in “You’ll Be Back”

Alex placing his hand out to shake Burr’s hand when they meet in Washington’s office, but Burr turning his back towards him and Alex then looking down on his own hand slightly disappointed

The characters do most of the same choreography from the two last songs when they rewind in “Satisfied”

The ensemble being almost completely still during “Wait For It”, leaving Burr to stand alone

Eliza on the top part of the stage singing “Stay Aliiiiiive”

A “bullet” literally going right over Alex’s head

Charles Lee’s extra-ness when being mad about Washington

Hamilton and Washington standing real close during “Meet Me Inside”

Eliza holding her hands on her stomach during most of “That Would Be Enough”

Chairs being turned upside down when everyone sings “The world turned upside down”

The cast standing on top of those chairs to state “We won!”

King George stomping his foot after saying “I’m so blue” and the light turning blue

Burr and Hamilton sitting on chairs in the other person’s colour in “Dear Theodosia” (Alex’s colour being green, while sitting on a purple chair, Burr’s colour being purple while sitting on a green chair)

THAT SCENE MADE ME CRY

Laurens’ lone voice singing “Tomorrow there’ll be more of us”

Lafayette and Mulligan reading the letters at the same time as Alex on the top part of the stage

Burr coming in and immediately starting “Non-Stop” so Alex has to hastily dry his tears

Eliza and Angelica holding on to each of Alex’s hands and him having to drag them free while singing “I am not throwing away my shot”

(I panicked during break cause I couldn’t decide what to buy in the shop)

Thomas Jefferson is Extra

They all hold actual microphones during both of the Cabinet Battles

Eliza beatboxing to Philip’s rapping in “Take A Break”

Alex looking up at the audience when going “Fuuuuuu...” in “Say No To This”

All of the choreography in “The Room Where It Happens” honestly

Thomas Jefferson is Extra Part 2

King George doesn’t have his cape anymore in “I know him”

King George sitting on the side and looking really content during “The Adams Administration”

Alex shouting “You fat motherf*cker” and dropping a literal stack of papers on the floor

Ominous walking and glances in “We know”

Things flying and the ensemble dancing fast and then slow around Alex in “Hurricane”

Maria Reynolds is the one to give Alex the pen

Papers are flying during “The Reynolds Pamphlet”

Maria Reynolds’ face reminded me that Alex didn’t only ruin his own reputation when writing about what happened

Thomas Jefferson is Extra Part 3 (He dances on his back on Alex’s table while singing “Never gonna be president now!”)

King George comes on and dances around, mocking Hamilton and looking real happy

The Emotion!!! in “Burn”. You can feel the hurt.

Philip holds his pose, gun in the air, while people drag him onto a bed

Eliza’s anguished scream after Philip dies

The transition music before “It’s Quiet Uptown” starts is literally “The Story of Tonight”, calling back to Laurens

Almost everyone wearing something black

The rest of the cast not present in the song standing over Alex and Eliza on the top part of the stage

Eliza refusing to look at Alex before the last seconds of the song

The tears on both of their faces being lit up by the stage light (I was crying too)

Madison has to dry his tears in the beginning of “The Election of 1800”

Thomas Jefferson is still Extra

Alex and Burr sit in each other’s chairs again in “Your Obedient Servant”

Hamilton, Burr, and their “seconds” are the only ones wearing black while the rest of the cast are wearing white when they meet for their duel

The slow motion bullet

Eliza stands between Alex and Burr when Alex speaks about/to her

The cast leaves the stage, leaving Burr alonewhen Burr sings “Now I’m the villain in your history”

Alex slowly appears on the top part of the stage when Burr sings “The world was wide enough”

Alexander appears behind Eliza near the end of the last song

She doesn’t see him until the last moments, when she takes his arm in hers

Bonus (Other things I loved):

The Set Design!! Is Awesome!!!!!!!!!

The costumes!!!!

The London Cast was amazing!

However much I love Philippa Soo, Sharon Rose was absolutely perfect for the role of Eliza. She brought a lot of emotions and has a really beautiful voice.

I really loved this version of King George and Thomas Jefferson

Hercules Mulligan is such a great character

[ericsonclan]

The Cold Grasp of Steel

Summary: Clementine is kidnapped by Harbinger and forced to undergo a spiderlike transformation.

Word Count: 3115

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Clementine hurried down the sidewalk, her breath coming in short gasps as she jogged toward the nearest subway entrance. Her phone bounced slightly in her hand as she went, making it difficult to see the directions on it. It had been less than two weeks since Lee’s job had led to them moving to a different neighborhood and she was still getting her bearings. Checking the clock in the upper right-hand corner, Clem saw she had enough time to stop for a second and actually figure out what trains she’d need to take to get home.

Scrolling down, Clementine nodded to herself, making sure she’d committed the list to memory before resuming her jog. She wanted to make it back home before dinner so she’d have time to watch Disco Broccoli with A.J. like he’d begged for. Ever since that attack at the Thanksgiving parade a few months ago, Lee had been really strict about knowing where she was at all times. Clementine couldn’t blame him. She and A.J. had been in real danger that day. She didn’t want to give Lee more reason to worry.

Suddenly the ground seemed to give out from under her as Clementine’s legs buckled. Her head hit the pavement hard before she was suddenly pulled backwards, all this happening too quickly for Clementine to even muster a scream. Before she could get her bearings, something cold covered her mouth and a low, familiar voice whispered in her ear.

“At last, a worthy test subject. We’ll put that fighting spirit to use won’t we, Clementine?”

It was the voice of that terrorist who bombed the parade. What was she doing here now? How did she know Clementine’s name? Clementine bit down on the obstruction in front of her only to immediately realize that it must be Harbinger’s cyborg hand covered her mouth. She wriggled and kicked with all her might, but just as before she was helpless to break out of the woman’s grasp.

“No use resisting,” Harbinger stated simply, pulling Clementine further into the alleyway they stood in. “This should make you more obedient,” Clementine felt something sting her neck and then all was darkness.

She awoke to find herself in a cold, dark room, strapped to some sort of table. It felt as though no time at all had passed since Clementine had been knocked out, but that couldn’t be the case. Her heart was pounding frantically inside her as she struggled against her restraints. This was playing out like every crime episode on a serial killer ever did. She had to get out of here before-

“Up so soon? You are a tough one,” Harbinger’s voice echoed through the room before she emerged from the shadows, a menacing smile on her face.

“What do you want from me?” Clementine hissed, her jaw clenched.

“It’s simple really. I’m looking for a test subject for my new serum and ever since our scuffle a few months ago, you’ve been my prime candidate,”

“Why me?” Clementine asked, trying to buy herself time as her eyes scanned the room. There was nothing in here she could see besides the table she was on and a medical tray where a large syringe lay. That must be the serum this psycho mentioned.

Harbinger chuckled. “You fought back while all others ran. If you’re to be my soldier, I need to know you have the guts for the task,”

“I’ll never obey you,”

“You won’t have a choice. With one injection, you’ll be hooked,” Harbinger sauntered over to the tray, picking up the needle. “This serum is only the first dose. Once it enters your bloodstream, you’ll be completely dependent on further doses for your continued transformation. Or else you’ll die,”

“Transformation?” Clementine leaned her head forward, biting at the thick leather restraints. There was no way she was getting through these.

Harbinger hummed in approval. “Not fazed by the threat of death. Impressive. But when you’re lying on your bedroom floor feeling your organs rot within you, you’ll be begging for the next dose,” With that she strode forward with the syringe. Gripping Clementine’s throat and forcing her head down, she placed the needle at the crook of her neck right in front of her collarbone and began to inject the serum.

It burned. The needle was huge and felt like a knife stabbing deep within Clementine’s shoulder. And the substance itself … that was a pain Clementine had never experienced before. It felt like her body was being torn apart, every cell within her screaming in agony as the fluid coursed through her veins. Clementine was screaming too. She could feel how raw her throat was, sense her limbs pulling frantically against the restraints. But she couldn’t hear anything. All her ears picked up was the rush of blood pumping through them, her heart beating so fast and hard Clementine wondered if it could hold out. Would she die here and now? The pain overtook her and she slipped into unconsciousness once more before she knew that answer.

Clementine woke up with a start, looking around her wildly. She was on the subway. How the hell…? It was the right train, the one she needed to get home. Her phone and wallet were within her purse. Nothing was missing. Checking the time, Clementine saw that while she wouldn’t make it back in time for Disco Broccoli, she wouldn’t be late for dinner either. How had she gotten here? Had Harbinger dragged her unconscious onto the train and no one had stopped her?

Or had it all been a dream? Clementine’s fingers traced the point where she remembered Harbinger had punctured her neck. There was nothing there. Not a bruise or a mark, not even an injection point. But it had been so real… and Clementine had never fallen asleep on the train before. Clementine looked around her warily, keeping her eyes and ears open for any danger. The whole ride home she was a raw bundle of nerves, but nothing jumped out at her. Nothing even seemed out of the ordinary. Exiting the train and leaving the station, Clementine truly wondered to herself if she had made the whole thing up. There seemed to be no other explanation.

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The next few days did little to ease Clementine’s suspicions. If anything, they only heightened them. Everything felt off. Noises like the coffee grinder or vacuum were louder than Clementine expected and she often found herself shying away from bright lights, preferring to sit in darkness whenever possible. Simple tasks like going to the store or completing her winter reading felt near impossible when all of her senses left her feeling like one giant raw nerve: exposed, fragile, liable to snap at the smallest things.

The evening of the third day brought the crux of the problem to full light. Clementine was walking through the living room with a cup of hot tea and a plate of cookies to give herself a snack break before attempting to finish her winter paper. Suddenly a motorcycle zoomed by on the street outside their apartment.

What normally would have been an annoying disturbance had a catastrophic effect upon Clementine’s instincts. Her hand instinctively swung out, smashing her mug to bits against the corner of the wall. The hot tea that scalded her skin sent her other arm jerking back, the cookies flying through the air and the plate falling toward the floor. Before Clementine could even think of what to do her hand shot back out, grasping the plate and catching each and every cookie before it hit the ground.

“Wow, Clem, that was awesome!” A.J. exclaimed, running over and snagging one of the cookies. “How did you do that?”

“Are you alright, sweetpea?” Lee asked, looking concerned as he stepped toward her.

“Y-yeah. Not sure what happened there. Guess I freaked out,” Clementine looked to her mug, shattered to smithereens on the floor.

“You go lie down and rest. I’ll get that cleaned up,”

“Thanks. I guess I will,” Clementine stepped away without another word. Locking the door behind her, she set the plate down on her desk shakily, bringing her hand up close to her face. She thought she’d felt something on there and she wasn’t wrong. A thin film of something white and sticky covered the surface of her hand. It was easily brushed away and rolled into a ball. Clementine squished it between her fingers. It reminded her of the glue sticks in school, how they could form miniature webs if you covered your fingers in glue and then pulled them apart. Webs. That had to be what this substance was. But that meant…

Clementine rushed over to her laptop. Throwing it open, she began to open multiple search tabs, looking for evidence that her fears may be true. Pictures of Wolf and Recluse covered her screen: action shots of them soaring between buildings, in the midst of fights with villains and Wolf posing for the occasional photo opp while Recluse looked away in disinterest. Other known spiderpeople popped up as well: Wanderer in Chicago, Funnel in Louisiana, a spider duo over in San Francisco. There were more than Clementine expected, but still only a handful. And it looked as though she had joined their ranks. The sticky white webs within all the photos matched the substance that had spurted from her hand.

So this is what Harbinger meant by a soldier, Clementine thought, a sick feeling of dread twisting her stomach. She wants someone she can use to fight whatever delusional war she has planned: a spiderperson all her own. It was all real after all. Picking up her phone, Clementine started a thorough search of its contents, looking for any sort of clue Harbinger might have left upon it. She’d said Clementine would need another dose of the serum or that she would die. Though Clementine was loath to give that threat credence, it must mean that her kidnapper had left some means of contact for Clementine to find, some way to communicate orders to her new lackey. Like I’ll ever let myself become that. Clementine’s eyes hardened. If Harbinger thought she would just roll over and take this, she had another thing coming.

It took several minutes of scrolling through her email, photos, texts and contacts, but finally Clementine found what she had been searching for: a contact she had never added to her phone. Where the name should be there was simply a series of numbers that were meaningless to Clementine. This must have been the bread crumb Harbinger had left: a means by which to declare surrender, to reach out in hopes of receiving the next dose of the serum. Clementine wouldn’t give her captor that satisfaction. She would find a way to beat this thing before it came to that.

The next several days were a flurry of frantic research. Clementine spent every spare moment she had looking into spiderpeople, discovering the details of each of their powers and the theories behind their origins. Most were vague at best. No one knew how spiderpeople were made, some theorizing that they were transformed by mutations caused by spider bites occurring randomly in nature while others believed the whole thing was a conspiracy and that the spiderpeople had been created by the government in secret underground labs. No spiderpeople had ever been particularly forthcoming about their origins, not in this generation or the former when the first spiderpeople started to appear about twenty years ago.

When Clementine wasn’t trying to find herself a cure, she was preparing for the next semester at a new school. With their move to a new neighborhood, it also meant a new public school. That meant new teachers, new supply lists, new assignments and new students. Clementine found herself pulled away from her research more often than not to go shopping for school supplies with A.J. or fill our school registration forms with Lee. Such mundane tasks felt like a waste of time when Clementine’s very life was falling apart just beneath the surface.

She was only sure of two things regarding her newfound powers: she was getting stronger and she was getting sicker. Every day more intricate and sturdy webs emerged from Clementine’s fingertips, sometimes of her own volition, more often than not on instinct. She worked hard to temper her reactions, controlling her web spurts and learning to zone out the many new distractions that had emerged thanks to her amplified senses. Her aim, agility and awareness were all improving with enough subtlety that mixed with Clementine’s foresight and good sense she was able to hide her arachnid progress from Lee and A.J.

However, each day had Clementine feeling shakier and more nauseated. She’d already thrown up a handful of times by the time day eight rolled around. On day nine a fainting spell in the kitchen had Lee worried and insistent upon calling a doctor. Clementine was barely able to talk him out of it. She didn’t want to risk turning into some sort of captive science experiment if blood tests revealed exactly what the serum had done to her. At Lee’s insistence she went on bed rest. A.J. delivered her water, Tylenol, chicken noodle soup and all manner of books with which to entire herself. Clementine was touched by the gesture but felt too sick to do much of anything as she lay in bed.

The next day found Clementine bedridden as well, too woozy to get out of bed except for the simplest tasks. Her head was pounding and she couldn’t hold anything down, even barfing up the water and pills she tried to take. Lee sat worriedly by her side, insisting that if this continued they would have to go to emergent care. Clementine tried to protest only to be overcome by another bout of nausea. She spent most of the day sleeping but didn’t get any better.

By the eleventh day, Clementine’s suppressed fears began to rise uncontrollably within her. Harbinger had said she would die without another dose of the serum. Had she been telling the truth? Did she have reason to lie? Clementine lay shivering uncontrollably beneath her covers, her eyes swollen and puffy, barely opening as she coughed harshly. She couldn’t let this continue. She wouldn’t do that to Lee or A.J.

Whatever Harbinger had planned for her, was it worth death to avoid it? She needed more time to find a way to resist and break free of her methods. That was what Clementine told herself, but a deeper part of her knew her true reasoning: she didn’t want to die. This was the sickest she had ever been. If she didn’t act soon, she might not even have the strength to reach out and receive the serum. She couldn’t risk waiting until it was too late. With shaking hands, Clementine pulled up the mysterious contact and sent a simple message. Help.

Within a half hour, a buzzing outside Clementine’s window drew her attention. Collapsing from her bed and crawling across the floor, she pulled herself up by the legs of her chair till she stood shakily on her feet. There was a drone at her window, a miniature version of the ones Harbinger had used during her attack at the parade. Mustering all her strength, Clementine opened her window a few inches. Zooming into the room, the drone deposited something upon her desk then flew out without further action.

Clementine’s eyes locked upon what had been left: a syringe. Inside was the same murky solution that had been forcibly injected into her before. The serum. Clementine didn’t hesitate. Grasping the syringe as firmly as she could, she placed the needle to the crook of her neck, preparing for the burn as she injected the drug.

But this time it didn’t come. There was pain at the point of injection, but no overwhelming agony as Clementine remembered from the first dose. After completely injecting the needle, Clementine collapsed to the floor, shaking with exhaustion and cold. She was too weak to return to her bed. Lee had run out with A.J. to pick up some last-minute materials from his teacher. There was no one here to help her and no reason to hide the syringe that still jutted prominently from her shoulder. Clementine lay sprawled upon the floor in a cold sweat, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Please work. Don’t let it be too late.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the serum took effect. The shaking subsided, Clementine’s breathing no longer halting and raspy but smooth and controlled. The dull, heavy throbbing of her head eased up, her thoughts clearing, and Clementine was no longer cold. Crawling across the floor, Clementine found the process much easier than it had been on her way to the window. Pulling herself up onto the bed, she checked the clock on her phone. It had been only 52 minutes since her text had been sent. That meant the drug had taken effect in under twenty minutes. In that span of time, she’d gone from feeling as though she was on the brink of death to showing the symptoms of a slight cold. How was that even possible?

The syringe was still embedded within Clementine’s neck. Pulling it out slowly with a pained hiss, Clementine examined the vessel. It was completely empty. In her desperation she had used every last drop of the serum. Perhaps there was still a residue on the inside of the canister… but how could she test it? Tucking the needle under some papers within her bedside drawer, Clementine collapsed back against her bed, her eyes searching the ceiling. She could think clearly again. The drive to fight this was back, but she knew in another two weeks’ time or less she’d be just as desperate for another dose of the serum. How long would she be dependent on this – for the rest of her life? I’ll find a way to beat this. I’m not giving up. Clementine’s determination was absolute.

But another truth emerged in her mind as well. This wasn’t going to be easy. It would take time and everything she had to figure out to break free. By then if it wasn’t already true, the changes in her body would likely be permanent. She was a spiderperson. Clementine looked at her hand, letting a thin string of spider silk softly flow out. She would need help figuring out how to control this. For that, she had to turn to the very people Harbinger wanted her to destroy. She needed to find Recluse and Wolf.

[glacierbash]

The priest and the kids

Summary: after exploring one of Skyrim's many crypts, Alexia and Niskan come across a surprising and exciting discovery

Word count: 1565

(sorry for no. Read more. I'm on mobile ;;;

But also, in Canon, it takes Alexia weeks to summon Deinmaar. They react the same, she just does it at the college and. More people see it. But it's pretty much the same fkskfksk)

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"Hey, Alexia, over here! I found something!"

The dust puffed up into the air as Niskan lifted up the book. With one giant blow, the rest of the dust was soon gone. He hummed as his friend approached. "It's some old book, but I don't wanna open it."

"Why not?" she took the book from him, frowning as she examined it.

"I don't wanna be responsible for it breaking if it does." he moved next to her, staring with wide eyes as she slowly opened the book. Inside was a neatly written... Something. The words were small but spaced well, easily readable. Alexia hummed as she thumbed through the pages.

"... Alright. From what I can see, it looks like a spell... Some old spellbook but it's not like any I've ever read," she said as she went back to the first page. "It's almost like some sort of memoir."

"But you just said it was a spellbook--"

"Usually, a spellbook discusses the fundamentals of the magic it wishes to teach, and demonstrates some spells with it. This one? It looks like somebody recorded the important events of their life, and sealed it shut with a spell. The spell itself... I have no clue what it does." Alexia stepped away from Niskan, touching her amulet. Niskan frowned.

"Are you going to use the spell?" he asked quietly.

Alexia hesitated. "I mean... I can try? This seems almost like a conjuration spell, and I'm more for destruction magic... But I'll try it. Don't blame me if it doesn't work, though." she then slowly walked away from the table where they had found the book, heading towards the center of the chamber. She took a deep breath with her eyes closed, and when she opened them, she looked far more serious.

And slowly, she began to read. Nothing remarkable happened at the start, and it made Niskan wonder if Alexia was in fact wrong. But when he grabbed one of the many torches they had brought, it seemed to grow cold. When he lit the fire, the flame seemed like ice. Hardly any light emitted from it.

Alexia's voice grew in volume, with each word causing the cold and the darkness to grow. It was almost suffocatingly cold, and a crushing loneliness started to play at his heart. He shivered as he watched her, fear starting to bubble up inside.

The darkness took on an... Inky texture now, lapping at her boots and slowly crawling up her boots. The fire was now ice cold and emitted no real light. Alexia was almost shouting now, each word now taking more effort than the last. It was a full on ritual it seemed, not like the basic flames she could cast on a whim.

She shot a hand up into the sky, the blackness an orb in her hand rather than any light. She shouted the final words, aimed the ball, and shut her hand. The ball went flying into the space in front of her, where the darkness had now pooled. The black ball sat there for a few seconds, before it slowly started to melt into the puddle.

From the puddle, something started to rise up. It looked like a skeleton made of the cold darkness, robes slowly starting to wrap itself around the bare bones. A thin texture that looked like a poor imitation of flesh covered any exposed bones, but soon gloves and boots covered those. All that remained was the skull, which was soon covered by a hood and a mask...

A dragon priest mask.

With a roar, the priest threw their arms open, the blackness soaring up into them. The cold was gone, and soon the torch worked again. The priest was floating off the ground, staring at Alexia. They did not speak, only examined the two that had summoned them. They breathed slowly, as if not used to it. And then, after perhaps hours of utter silence, the priest began to speak.

"...You have found the book," they said slowly. "I... Wrote it centuries ago. I did not expect anybody to ever find it again... I expected to be trapped for all eternity." They slowly touched the ground, testing their legs. "...Thank you," they said.

Alexia swallowed. "W-Who are you?" she asked slowly. The priest hummed.

"It has been so long, my memories are but shards of what they had been... But one name that comes to mind is Deinmaar," they replied. "I was the apprentice of Vokun, back when the priests reigned supreme."

"So... You really are a dragon priest?" Niskan asked, creeping forward. The priest named Deinmaar nodded.

"I am... My master chose immortality, where as I simply wished to help whoever summoned me... And I suppose you have." they slowly reached up and pulled the mask off. Their face was torn and messy, shreds of the wispy flesh resting above their "lips". Their teeth were in full view, and it looked like they had some magical tongue. "So thank you, truly. What may I call you, /Saviik?/" they asked.

"M-My name is A-Alexia," she stuttered out. Then she pointed at Niskan. "This i-is my friend, h-he found your book," she said. Niskan nodded quickly.

"I'm Niskan," he said with considerable less quake to his voice. Deinmaar gave what close resemblance they could to a smile, and slowly put their mask back on.

"What brings you two into my crypt?" he turned to look back at Alexia, floating back so they could look at both of them. Niskan cleared his throat.

"No reason, actually... Somebody told us there was an ancient evil resting here, so we came to check it out... Like the hero types we are..."

Deinmaar stared at him for a few seconds, before they nodded. "There is something about you, Niskan... I saw it in the man named Miraak..."

"...The...the dragonborn-stuff?"

"Yes, that's it! My boy, you're /dovahkiin/, are you not?" Deinmaar asked. Niskan nodded.

"You know Miraak?" Alexia piped up. Deinmaar nodded.

"He was one of the high priests, after all..."

"Did you... Like him?" Niskan slowly started to approach Deinmaar, his fear replaced by curiosity. Deinmaar hummed.

"He was arrogant, but I did admire his skill. We were never friends, if that is what you are asking." Deinmaar paused. "Why /do/ you ask, anyways?"

"Well... Uh... Hmm. You'll see." Niskan tapped his chin, looking at Deinmaar. Alexia nodded.

"Oh, uh... Mr. Deinmaar, is there an... Easier way to, uh, summon you?" alexia asked. Deinmaar floated over towards her.

"Does it not say? It is a simple three word spell, is it not?" he asked. Alexia shook her head.

"N-No, it's a full on incantation." she opened the book as Deinmaar moved behind her. She then flipped each page they wanted, until they made her stop.

Niskan walked over next to them and, sure enough, in large letters were three spells. It was circled multiple times, with arrows pointing at it too. Niskan had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing, and Alexia burned bright red.

Deinmaar chuckled. "It is no matter, we all make mistakes. Whatever you did, it worked. So..." they bridged their fingers in front of their stomach with a hum. "I suppose this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship, yes?"

"What?" Niskan tilted his head. Deinmaar laughed again.

"Well, am I simply a tool for you to use? I... That would not be the first time... I was simply hoping this wouldn't be some... One sided thing. I /am/ a person, after all." When nobody said anything, Deinmaar nodded. "Well, then. I shall await for you to summon me again. I fear my time for now is up. I look forward to continuing our conversation when we are out of this crypt, yes?" they took of their mask again, and gave another smile. "Thank you again, /saviik/... Both of you."

In a sudden burst of cold air, Deinmaar disappeared. The darkness that remained leaked down onto the ground, making its way back to the shadows. And then they were gone, nothing remaining of the priest. Niskan stared at where they had been standing, before he looked to Alexia. They both started to grin, wider and wider until they both started to laugh.

"THIS IS AWESOME!" Niskan cheered, jumping up with pure excitement. Alexia nodded quickly, staring at the book in her hands.

"Niskan, Niskan, get me a parchment, or... or something! I need to write this spell down, please!" She said, her words blurring together.

Niskan scrambled away to go find some paper, bounding forward with a puppy-like joy. When he did find a piece of parchment, he came dashing back. Alexia had grabbed a quill from her bag, and had gotten some ink opened. Niskan put the paper on the book, and she began to quickly write.

She took a deep breath when she finished, blowing on the paper and folding it, before she closed the book and placed it in her bag with shaking hands. She then placed her hands on Niskan's shoulders, before she started to shake him. "THIS IS THE BEST!" She said with a grin. Niskan grinned back.

"COME ON, LETS GO BACK! LETS GO, LETS GO!" He whipped around and started to sprint away, Alexia following after with a bit more care. They both chattered and laughed as they ran.

A beautiful new friendship indeed.

[writingsbychelle]

Start the Fire

Summary: While Isaak has to pretend to be the King you find yourself falling in love with the shy guard.

Pairing: Isaak Andreyev x Reader

Request: /

Warnings: /

Word Count: 1.665

(A/N: I’m not expecting a lot of people to read this since Isaak isn’t as popular as other characters from the books but in case you are reading this, thank you and I’d appreciate some feedback. Also, this is mainly written for @stardustbooknerd because we’re both heartbroken by the ending of King of Scars)

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    Being a member of the King’s most trusted advisers had its advantages just as it had its disadvantages. Some days you felt like you were on cloud nine, seemingly floating through the Grand Palace with every step you took while other days you just wanted to crawl into your bed, tuck the duvet over your head, never to be seen again. 

    Alas, you continued with your duties, advising Nikolai with the matter of state, trying to restore Ravka’s relationship with the Fjerdans, the Shu and the Kerch while not driving your own country into ruins as well as teaching the young Grisha how to control their powers, specifically how to summon fire while not burning Os Alta to the ground. 

    Even as Nikolai left the capital of Ravka to journey to the Fold in hopes of finally getting rid of the monster that the Darkling had planted inside of him during the war. 

    On top of trying to drive out the monster, the King had hoped to find answers to the many unexplained appearances throughout the country, like statues that begun to weep and a bridge made of bone that sprung out of nowhere, all apparent miracles as the new religious cult that claimed for the Darkling to be a Saint had called them. So together with Zoya, Tolya, Tamar and Yuri, one of the monks from the ‘Cult of the Starless One’, Nikolai had travelled through Ravka only to disappear once they had reached the place where the Darkling had died. 

    Tolya and Tamar had arrived back at the Grand Palace with those news and you had to scramble in order to come up with a plan to keep the disappearance of the King under lock and key. 

    That’s where Isaak Andreyev came into play. He knew Nikolai quite well after spending time with him in the infirmary during their time in the First Army and had a similar enough figure to the King. The decision was made quickly, Isaak would take over Nikolai’s role as the King for as long as it took for you to get him and Zoya back from wherever they were.

    You had seen Isaak around the Palace grounds quite a few times, whether it had been while he was on duty as a guard or when he was studying in the library, the dim lights enhancing his already handsome features, and still you found yourself almost staring at him once he stepped into the windowless room with Tamar by his side. Never had you told anyone about this but over the course of the few months Isaak had spend in Os Alta you had found yourself developing quite the crush in him, despite having only met him a handful of times, usually in company with Nikolai who seemed to be quite prone to 'forgetting' he wanted to talk to his good friend and only remembering once you were accompanying him somewhere.

    “Please, sit, Captain Andreyev,” you motioned to the unoccupied chair in front of Genya and you, your friend’s hands resting in her lap, waiting to begin the transformation.

    Genya was quick to strike a conversation with Isaak while serving him tea, asking him about his health and how he was doing before you finally got the point of why you bought him into the war room.

    “The King is missing,” you started, before going on to explain the mysterious disappearance of Nikolai, Zoya and Yuri in the Shadow Fold.

    “We don’t know yet if the King is in need of rescue of beyond it, but we do know that if our enemies learn of the King’s disappearance, they'll sure to take advantage of our vulnerability,” Genya explained while stirring her tea with the golden spoon she was holding, “There is no clear line of succession for the Ravkan throne, and it’s essential that no one discovers we’re without a ruler until the King can be found or a strategy is put into play.”

    Nodding his head, Isaak mumbled a quiet “of course” while keeping his head down, intimidated by the people surrounding him.

    After taking a deep breath Genya continued, “But in two weeks time, seventeen princesses, noblewomen, and ladies of worth will arrive in Os Alta, surrounded by their servants and retainers, all of them hoping to meet Nikolai Lantsov and become Ravka’s queen. Unfortunately, we are short one monarch. That’s why we need you.”

    “Me?”

    “To play the role of the King,” you chimed in, Isaak’s head snapping towards you, a startled expression pinned to his face.

    You continued to explain the plan to Isaak, Genya pulling out her pigments and other materials she would need to tailor him to look like Nikolai and before you knew it you were face to face with Isaak looking just like your King, even though he still spoke, sat and acted like himself. Admittedly, it was going to be a hard task to trick people into thinking the guard was actually the eccentric King of Ravka but you tried not to lose hope.

    Since you had known Nikolai for almost all your life, growing up together with him, you were the one that taught Isaak about how Ravkan’s King was expected to behave and move as well as some basic etiquettes at court.

    “Alright, with the silverware you’re moving from the outside in. So for the first course, you’re taking the fork and knife that are laying the furthest away from you and once you’re done you place them on the plate and move onto the next. Got it?” you explained to Isaak, glancing in the direction of the fake King.

    Even after working with him for several days in a row, the fact that he looked just like Nikolai still startled you, especially since you had to admit you liked his actual looks more than the way he did once Genya was done tailoring him. Once your eyes settled on Isaak you couldn’t help but let them drift over his face, taking in the smallest of differences between him and Nikolai. 

    You could’ve told Genya to fix those, sure, but you liked seeing the faint freckles peeking through on the bridge of his nose, the way his eyelashes seemed more curled and longer than Nikolai’s, their shadows dancing across his face as the candle in front of you flickered, or the fact that his lips seemed almost too full, pinker than you remembered your King’s lips to be, even though one might blame the colour on the fact that Isaak had been gnawing on them ever since you had been left alone.

    “Am I making you nervous, Isaak?” you asked quietly, the sound of your voice causing Isaak to look up from the silverware on the table you were sitting at.

    “Only a little bit,” he smiled sheepishly at you before turning so he was facing you completely, “I just…I’m not so sure if I can do this…”

    “You’ll be fine. One of us will be by your side most of the time and I’m sure you’ll manage to charm them all.”

    “Will it really be me, though? All these people will see Nikolai-I mean the King and not me,” his gaze settled on his polished boots, his finger nervously twisting in his lap.

    “Isaak,” you pressed with urgency in your voice, “Trust me when I say that you’ll do amazing. I grew up with Nikolai. I’m not trying to fool myself into thinking I know how his mind works but I’d like to think I know a good amount about how he holds himself and how he speaks to important people and so far you’re pretty close. No one will know you’re not him.”

    “You think so?”

    Nodding your head you shot a small smile in his direction which he mirrored quickly, his hands resting on his thighs as he looked around the room as if to make sure you truly were alone.

    “You’re an amazing teacher, (Y/N), and…uhm, you-you’re really pretty, too. Even prettier up close,” he mumbled the last part as he carefully placed his hand on your cheek, almost as if he was afraid you were going to turn him into ash.

    You could feel your breath hitch in your throat as you moved closer to him, his eyes darting back and forth between yours as your faces inched closer together with every passing moment. His lips brushed against yours just before the smell of smoke filled your nose, confusion spreading through you until you looked down at the piece of paper that you held in your hands, a small flame licking at the edge of the note.

    “Oh, shit,” you cursed quietly, letting the paper fall to the ground just for you to stomp on it in order to extinguish the fire, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know how that happened. I'm always in control of it and now I completely embarrassed myself. Oh, Saints, I-“

    Before you got to continue rambling on, Isaak pulled you into him, his lips pressing against yours, warmth spreading through your body as if it had been set on fire, sparks flying as his lips moved softly, tentatively, against your own. You could feel his fingers slowly creeping around your waist, burying themselves in your blue kefta once they reached your back. Butterflies seemed to dance in your stomach, the smell of the sweet tea Isaak had accidentally poured over himself earlier clouding your mind as your hands wandered up Isaak’s arms, meeting behind his neck, your fingers twisting the short hair in the back of his neck around themselves. It was like time had stopped around you, as if everyone paused in their movements while your lips were brushing against Isaak’s. Warmth consumed you as you leaned into the kiss, the world fading around you as the only thing you could think about was how soft his lips felt on your and how you never wanted this moment to end.

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Something Wonderful (Pt. 1)

In case you’re unaware, I have uploaded this story from the reader’s point of view, but thought I’d upload with an OC too. Reader version can be found here.

“Questions? What sort of questions?”

The light breeze blew a curl in front of her hazel eyes as she looked up at Carter, the cameraman in charge of the behind-the-scenes snippet for the latest British GQ shoot. Grace placed her camera gently on the sunlounger beside the pool, brows slightly furrowed. The Californian sun burned into her fair skin, but being used to shooting in locations where temperatures dominated even this, sun cream had become a part of her daily routine no matter the area. One could never be too careful, she had learned that the hard way.

“I don’t know, one’s that are a bit… Out there,” Carter replied, receiving a roll of the eyes from Grace. “Here, this is what I’ve put,” he said, handing her one of the pieces of paper from the baseball cap.

“‘If you could meet anyone from history, who would it be?’ Wow, very out there.” Grace folded the paper back up and grabbed another, shaking her head at the mention of a penis. “Alright, I guess I can come up with something. When’s he getting here anyway? Don’t tell me he’s being a drama queen.”

Grace had done enough shoots where the cover star had been quite the diva that it had gotten to the point where she always half expected it. Of course, a great number of people had proven her wrong, but judging was a hard habit to break. She had never been introduced to Tom before and from what she’d heard, he was a lovely guy who hadn’t let fame go to his head. Yet.

“No, Warren’s just doing the last touches I think,” Carter said, leaning over his petite friend to read the question she was writing. He laughed and took his notebook back after her piece of paper had been ripped from the book to be folded into the hat. “That one’s gonna cause a stir with the fans if he answers it!”

“Well there’s nothing wrong with a bit of drama,” Grace grinned wickedly and gave Carter a wink as he headed back into the rented house to set his own camera up to film the short video once she’d finished with Tom herself.

The sound of laughter made her look up a few minutes later and she hastily tossed a shirt over one of the sunloungers, finishing off her touch to the set. Carter made his way back over, followed by Tom. She had to double take, caught slightly off guard by the sun hitting his golden tan, making him shimmer slightly. Well, there was no denying he was gorgeous.

“And this is Grace. She’ll be the one bossing you about for the day.”

Grace shook her head and gave Tom a warm smile. “Just look good for the camera and no bossing about will be needed,” she smirked. “I’m sure you won’t struggle with that anyway. Right, let’s get started.”

Tom was a complete natural. He eased into the shoot in no time, effortlessly pulling off his poses. In fact, it was quite distracting. During her time as a professional photographer, she had come across incredibly good looking men, but there was just something about Tom that stood out. His personality shone through in the photos and she took some great ones of him laughing. Those were her favourites.

“You wanna have a break before the next outfit change?” Grace asked, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She loved the heat, but boy was it scorching. She put her camera down next to her laptop and found the snack table, grabbing a plate to fill with sliced watermelon. “I think we’ll go inside for the next ones,” she said, glancing up at Tom who had come to take some food too. “I don’t know about you, but I’m just about dying in this heat.”

Tom laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I don’t think photos of me drenched in sweat will look that great.” He reached over to pick a handful of strawberries and Grace’s cheeks warmed at the sight of his chest in front of her face, very much dripping with sweat.

“Well, I beg to differ,” she found herself saying, then gave a chuckle to brush her comment away. “There’s towels inside if you want to wipe yourself down.”

“How long have you been doing this?” asked Tom as they made their way inside, instantly feeling the cool air from the fans in the corner. He popped a strawberry into his mouth and swiped one of the hand towels from a table. “You just seem a bit young, no offence.”

Grace shrugged a shoulder and told him no offence was taken. “I’ll actually be twenty-one this weekend. You’re not the first one to question my age,” she hummed, joining him on the couch. “I’m just lucky to catch a break so early, I guess. I’m sure you can say the same.”

His face lit up and he smiled softly. “I’m just waiting for it all to fall apart,” he admitted and, catching Grace’s small frown, quickly added, “I know I’m lucky and being Spider-Man is… Well it’s awesome! It doesn’t seem real sometimes, is what I’m saying.”

It was refreshing to hear his humbleness. “Are you used to the attention yet? I think just about everyone wants a piece of you. I mean, we had to fight to shoot this cover!”

The comment made him laugh and he shook his head. “Well I better make it worth it!” He pulled a leg up onto the couch as he relaxed into the cushions. “I don’t mind it actually. It’s part of the job, isn’t it? I’ve had moments where I’ve freaked out and I start to question how I’m going to live this life,” he told her, eyes a little wide. “But I’ve met some great friends on set, like Zendaya. The amount of times I’ve rang her in a panic! She’s so good at handling it and is so good at talking me through all this.”

“Are you and Zendaya…?”

“What? No! She’s just one of my best friends.”

“Don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone answer a question so fast,” Grace teased, unable to hide her smirk. She raised a brow and laughed softly at his flushed cheeks. “I’m just messing with you,” she snorted and gave his shoulder a gentle shove.

His smile made her stomach flutter and she focused on her snack to try and hide the way her cheeks reddened, but she could still feel his dark eyes lingering on her freckled face.

“You’ve got a bit of…” Tom gestured to his chin. “Juice.”

Her head shot up and she frowned before wiping her chin quickly with the back of her hand. “God, remind me never to eat melon again when there’s company,” she muttered, almost entirely sure her skin had turned as red as her hair.

“Maybe you should be the one with the towel.” His laugh was infectious and she found herself easily joining in.

The photoshoot soon picked up again before they lost the light from the setting sun. A golden hue illuminated the rooms, only making it harder for Grace not to get distracted by the man she was photographing. A part of her wished it was the middle of winter just because it would mean Tom would actually have a top on. He changed into a few different outfits, from a deep blue, loose pyjama style suit to a proper shirt and jacket that he must have been roasting in. She continued to snap away when they took another break to munch on the Chinese takeaway one of the guys had ordered, taking some of her favourite photos of him joking around with everyone.

Eventually, when Grace ran out of charge on both her spare batteries, the camera was put down and they all settled in the living room to start recording their special snippet with Tom.

“You look so worried,” she noted with a smirk as the actor got comfortable on the couch in front of the tripod. She leaned back against the dining table just behind the camera and sneakily looked him up and down. Blue was definitely his colour.

“Alright, just introduce yourself whenever you’re ready and we’ll go from there,” Carter nodded and gave Tom a quick thumbs up to let him know the camera began recording.

It was clear that Tom had done a lot of videos like this before, coming off at ease with the introduction and then he began to pick the questions from the hat on his lap. Carter’s was the first to be answered and Grace couldn’t help but smile at his answer. She wasn’t expecting Winston Churchill. He kept finding her as he spoke, barely looking at the camera.

“‘Kill or keep’,” Tom read aloud after picking another piece of paper and visibly cringing at the question. “‘Tobey Maguire or Andrew Garfield?’ Who put that one in there?” he asked, scanning the small amount of people in the room. His eyes found Grace and she gave him a sheepish grin, her own eyes sparkling. He shook his head and returned her smile as he stretched his arm over the back of the couch. “Oh, that’s a tough one… I’m gonna have to say Andrew Garfield because… I love him and he’s killing it right now.”

A few more questions were picked out and answered, one particular response going off on a tangent about not being able to chop off a nipple-sized penis. She wasn’t in charge of editing the video, but she knew for sure some of his explanation wasn’t GQ-friendly and would have to be cut.

“I can’t believe you made me pick between each Spider-Man,” Tom said, coming up behind Grace as she packed away her laptop. “I still feel so torn about it!”

“Yeah, well life’s full of tough decisions. I just don’t know how Tobey will take the news you think he’s a shit Spider-Man.”

“If I’d said Andrew, he would have killed me,’ he replied, chuckling gently. He watched her zip up her bags and nibbled lightly on his lower lip. “What are you doing this weekend? For your birthday, I mean,” he said, trying his best to sound casual.

Grace pursed her lips to hold back a smile. “No idea. I was supposed to be going out with my flatmate for a few drinks since I go back home tomorrow, but I don’t know how long it’ll take me to edit all these photos. Deadlines aren’t put on hold because it’s my birthday,” she shrugged and pulled her bag up over her shoulder.

“Oh. Right. Well you should definitely go out for drinks,” he nodded, running his fingers through his soft curls. “I just thought… Well if your flatmate’s busy for whatever reason, I could always, well, take you out. I’m flying home tonight so I’ll be there for a few days and it’s a big birthday after all and you don’t wanna waste it editing some shit photos- Not that I’m saying they’re shit, I just mean-”

“We can go for a drink or two,” Grace interrupted, his rambling giving her those damned butterflies again. “How about I text you and we’ll sort something, yeah?”

Was she really asking for his number? Was she that predictable to do what pretty much any girl around her age would kill for?

“Yeah, sounds great to me,” he nodded quickly and took the phone she offered to type in his number.

“Well we’ll sort something out, but I’ve got to get going. If I plan on getting drunk with Spider-Man, I should start on these edits as soon as possible.”

Grace resisted the urge to lean up to give his cheek a kiss and instead went with an incredibly lame wave on her way out of the house. The thought of seeing him again in just a few days got her incredibly excited. Saturday really couldn’t come quick enough.

A\N: Set during 2019. Credit for photographer idea goes to Anna. Read her fics, they’re bomb.

[butch-snufkin]

Lesbian Jock/Nerd

For anon~~sorry this is literally so late but I hope you enjoy :)

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"We won't even be able to fly our hot air balloon if we don't get it finished. And today's the last day, I think," Tess mutters, untangling the hot glue gun cord.

That snaps me out of my daze real quick. "I thought we had tomorrow too."

"Maybe try paying attention for once. But I know how horribly difficult it is for you to listen when the woman of your dreams is close by." Tess snickers, and does a breathy, lovesick impression of my voice. "Oh Kendell, take me away! Kendell, I love it when you use big words like Pythagorean Theorem!"

I scoff. "I happen to know very well what the Pythagorean Theorem is. And besides, I don't even sound like that."

But I did sound like that. I may be daft but I still know that my feelings for Kendell aren't exactly a secret around school. I mean, I've done nothing to hide it, but somehow lots of people don't know, which is so weird. Word usually spreads pretty fast. Kendell probably doesn't know I exist, and if she does then she must hate me. Straight girls get so uncomfortable at the notion that another girl might like them, it's crazy.

Tess hastily blots hot glue onto the tissue paper hot air balloon, accidentally burning her fingers in the process. She yelps and holds out the project for me. "Here, since you're so chattery, you can give this to the teacher."

I'd really rather not, but Tess will just keep blowing on her fingers and pouting until I can't take how annoying she is anymore. I snatch the hot air balloon from her, though not hard enough to tear the paper.

I give her a nasty look over my shoulder and when I turn around, I almost slam straight into-

"Hi Kendell," I blurt immediately, like the idiot I am.

"Hey guys," she nods. Kendell has always been very chill for a geek. Very attractive of her. "Nicole, you play lacrosse, right?"

I nod excitedly, delighted that she knows that about me.

Kendell kicks the heel of her shoe into the ground and gives me a lopsided smile that makes my feel all fluttery. "This is, like, such a weird question, but do you have any of your sticks with you today?"

Before I can answer, she jumps ahead. "Our balloon landed a few streets away in someone's tree and Robbie said he'd give me five bucks if I got it out for him, since he doesn't want to. And you live just up the street, so I was thinking you might be able to help? I don't have a broom or anything but the lacrosse stick would be long enough to get it."

She was right. It is a weird question. It's absurd. But I would bring her as many lacrosse sticks as she wanted.

Tess, who came out of nowhere, slaps me on the back. "Nicole would LOVE to help you."

Kendell smiles again. "Cool." -------------------------------------------- I walk up the hill with my longest lacrosse stick across my shoulders. I don't realize I'm going way faster than Kendell is until I look behind me and see her huffing and puffing 5'6 catch up. I wait for her, embarrassed. What a great first impression.

"Sorry," I say. Earlier we had to trudge through knee-deepsnow and now I'm making her run after me.

"It's fine. You were kinda booking it, though," she says between pants. I must look really guilty, because she laughs and reassures, "Its not you. I just have short legs."

Fantastic legs. Not that I'm, like, checking out her legs or anything, but she really has nice curves on her. And not like mannequin curves, where the hips are wide and the waist is wrist-thin. Kendell fills out her clothes and looks simultaneously every huggable but strong, like a dancer. Man, I must sound like a creep.

She pulls out her phone and taps the screen a few times, then shuts it off and slides it back in her pocket. Most likely and S.O.S note to let someone know she needs to be rescued from this awkward, skyscraper lesbian.

"This way," Kendell points, starting to walk again, and I can't help but notice she's taking bigger steps.

When we reach the tree, I can already tell this thing isn't coming down in one piece. It's way too tangled in the branches. Kendell watches me as I stand on my toes and reach as high as I can, only to be a foot or two out of reach. I try jumping, which unfortunately does nothing.

Kendell blows a sharp breath and pushes her slipping glasses back up her nose. "Jeez, sorry about all this. Made you come out here in the cold and it doesn't even work."

"Nope. Absolutely not. I came out here to get this balloon and I'm not leaving til we do." It's very brutally honest of me, but I wouldn't feel satisfied without knowing we accomplished something. "Get on my back," I say without thinking.

"You wouldn't be able to lift me," Kendell insists casually. "I'm too heavy." She sounds like she's given this speech a million times and no one has ever believed her.

"Are you even seeing me? I'm like double your size. Come on, I won't drop you." I crouch over for her.

"Oh, please," Kendell protests, but gets on anyway. "Not like there's anything in it for you."

"Your five dollars are very important to me."

She laughs loudly, and I am absolutely thrilled that I did that! I made her laugh! I also love the squeak she makes when I stand back up with no difficulty. 

At this new height, it's almost too easy, and we don't even rip the paper. I kind of don't want to put her down, but I have to. She has this big grin on her face. It matches mine.

"Thanks, that was awesome."

I don't know if she means the balloon or the fact that I just deadlifted her, so I just say "Anytime"

Kendell flattens out the balloon before folding it up, and I laugh at the cartoon logo on it: A drawing of a lobster with a crown, with the words LOBSTER QUEENS in bold Sharpie underneath. 

"Did you draw that?" I ask.

"What gave it away?" 

"I've seen the guys in your group. None of them have good enough handwriting to do something like that." 

Kendell giggles. "True. I'm not better than any of them at science by a long shot. The only reason they want me on their team is because we're getting a grade on design and I'm the only one they're friends with who can draw." 

"I really like it," I say, and I mean it. It's fun, but not over the top. Very Kendell. "And your team did get first place, so it was probably worth it." 

"I guess. I get along better with the guys, anyway. I weird the other girls out, so it works." She stares at the ground.

This is important, I can tell. I want to know more, but I don't want to scare her off. "You don't weird me out." 

She brightens. "Thanks. Figured as much. Straight girls are just like that. Like, 'aww, we'll be your friends, but ONLY if you don't fall in love with us!' Give me a break, you know?" 

My heart kind of stops. "What?" 

"What?" 

"What?" I definitely do not panic. 

"I'm gay," she says, her smile soft and warm. "You seriously didn't know? I thought everyone knew."

"I'm a bit out of the loop," I admit, trying to stay calm while I'm screaming happily inside. 

The walk back is nicer. Less anxiety inducing. There isn't an uncomfortable wall between us. We joke like we're old friends, and at one point our hands brush for a few seconds, and I have no idea what it means but I absolutely love it.

[shotsbyshae]

One Call Away

A small Lexi Wilson one shot that takes place right after episode 12x03 The Foundry. 

A soft buzz from the nightstand broke the silence in the dark bedroom and a soft glow came from the screen of the cell phone as it lit up. The dark-haired girl slowly propped herself up on one elbow and reached for the phone. There was an envelope on the screen indicating it was a text message and below it the name of the sender: Dean Winchester. 'At one in the morning?' she thought to herself. If it were an emergency, she knew he would call rather than send a text message. She pushed the strand of hair that fell across her face behind her ear, then gently slid her finger across the screen to open the message.

You busy?

She softly typed a reply with one finger, 'Nah, what's up?', then waited for his response.

She's gone. Mom left.

Lexi squinted her eyes at the screen to make sure she had read the message right. She hadn't seen either of the Winchester's since before the big showdown with Amara, hell for nearly a week she'd thought the oldest brother was dead, until she finally received a phone call from Sam. He explained everything from being kidnapped by the British Men of Letters, to Lucifer still being out and about, and the biggest news of all which was Amara had brought back their mom. The younger brother had kept her on the phone for nearly two hours that night discussing how he felt, how he should feel, every thought that had went through his head. She couldn't remember the last time she'd spoken to Dean. She missed the 'good-bye call' the day he confronted Amara and was only left with a voicemail. Before she had a chance to listen to it, Sam had called and told her that Dean had sacrificed himself, she couldn't bring herself to listen to it and she just saved it for a day when she could find the courage to face it. She knew she needed to, but something about the voicemail scared her and she still hadn't listened to it, even though she knew he was safe and sound.

She brought herself back to the phone and quickly typed a reply, "On my way, where are you?"

The dark-haired girl clicked the screen off on the cell phone and turned back to look at the person in the bed next to her. The man was asleep on his side with his back to her and she smiled sadly before she quietly slipped out of the bed.

The smell of booze and cigarette smoke hit her like a wall as Lexi pulled open the door to the dive bar. It was dimly lit and there were few people scattered about, most of whom she could tell were the owners of the motorcycles she had seen parked in front of the building. She quickly noticed the man at the bar, who stood out from all the leather clad patrons with his denim shirt. The girl could see the sadness in his eyes when he looked across the room at her, then back down at the row of empty shot glasses in front of him on the bar, and she watched as he held two fingers up to the bartender.

Lexi made her way over and shrugged her burgundy leather jacket off her shoulders and laid it across the wooden back of the barstool next to the oldest Winchester, who slid her a full shot glass as she sat down next to him.

"Hi," he said quietly as he ran a finger around the rim of the shot glass.

Lexi tossed the liquid back and grimaced a little as it burned its way down her throat, then she leaned forward against the bar and tilted her head slightly to look at the man.

"You couldn't pick up a phone?" she questioned.

"I knew Sam had talked to you," he responded, not moving his eyes from the shot glass.

"You left me a voicemail," she watched as he cut his eyes in her direction, but he still didn't make eye contact, "which I still haven't listened to."

She saw the slight bit of confusion cross his features, before he glanced back at his drink, and she continued, "Next time, because I'm sure there will be a next time, pick up the damn phone."

He nodded his head before he tossed back the shot and Lexi motioned to the bartender.

"Just a couple beers," she smiled graciously to the big burly man behind the bar and he winked at her as he placed two cold bottles in front of them, then quickly popped the tops off.

Lexi waited until the bartender had moved to the other end of the bar before she wrapped both her hands around the bottle in front of her and asked, "So, she left huh?"

"Yep."

Lexi shook her head slightly, "I'm sorry Dean."

He lifted the bottle to his lips, "Time. We're family, why does she need time?"

Lexi turned her body on the stool to face him, "Try putting yourself in her shoes."

The green-eyed man took a deep breath and scratched at the corner of the beer bottle label with his thumbnail.

"She's lost everything she ever knew Dean," she continued, "She lost her husband, she lost her babies."

"We're still here," he interrupted in frustration and Lexi gently placed her hand on his forearm which rested on the bar in front of him.

"Yes, you are," she said softly, "But you're not the little boy she knew, her babies are grown up. Think about it, she never got to see you play little league, or go to your first school dance, play football in high school or graduate for that matter. She missed Sam's first steps, his first words. Her entire world changed in the blink of an eye. Her little boys are hunters. She never wanted that life for you, and she knows that she's the reason it is your life."

Lexi watched his eyes get glossy, then he looked down and closed his eyes tightly. She tightened her grip on his arm and he placed his other hand on top of hers as he nodded his head slightly.

"It's going to take time Dean," she said quietly, "as much as that sucks, but she's still your mom, she loves you, it's just going to take some time for her to adjust."

He nodded his head and looked over at his friend, "Thanks."

"Welcome," she smiled sweetly, then pulled her hand back and grabbed her beer bottle.

She turned the bottle up as Dean held two fingers up to the man behind the bar again. Lexi placed the empty bottle on the bar.

"At least send her a text message," she said playfully.

"I will," he cracked a smile for the first time since she'd walked in the bar.

He watched the girl take another sip from the fresh bottle which was placed in front of her. Her hair fell in waves around her face, it was still short, but slightly longer than he remembered. She pulled the bottle away from her mouth and looked at him, her brow furrowed, "What? Is there something on my face?"

She quickly ran her hand across her mouth to wipe anything away as he shook his head, "No you're good."

The brother picked his bottle up and tapped his index finger against the side, "So, you didn't listen to the voicemail?"

"Nope."

He nodded slowly before he took a drink from his bottle.

"Should I?" she questioned curiously.

He cocked his head sideways at her with a smirk, "That's entirely up to you."

She took another swig from her bottle.

"Where do we stand on the Lucifer situation?" she changed the subject.

"Oh," Dean turned his body to face her this time, like a high school girl with juicy gossip, "You'll enjoy this, we have our best team on it. Cas and Crowley."

Lexi choked a little on her beer, "Crowley, as in King of Hell Crowley?"

"That's the one."

"An angel," she said slowly with a smile, "and a demon are hunting Lucifer; to be a fly on the wall of those conversations."

"I'd binge watch that show," he replied with a laugh.

"Last call guys," the bartender interrupted them as he placed two more fresh bottles in front of them and slid a paper receipt along with them.

Dean reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He fumbled through a couple cards before tossing a black one on top of the receipt. Lexi dug in her pocket and tossed a few bills on top of the card for a tip before she took a sip from the last bottle.

The bartender made his way back over and gathered the card and cash then quickly swiped the card on his machine and handed it back to Dean.

"Need a receipt?" he questioned and the older brother shook his head.

"I probably need to be getting back," Lexi said as the bartender walked off.

Dean stuffed the credit card back in his wallet as she slid off the bar stool and stood in front of him.

"Thanks for coming," he said reserved.

"Anytime," she said with a smile, then opened her arms wide and moved in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight.

"Try to be patient with her," she said softly, "She's still your mom."

She felt him nod his understanding and she pulled back from him, "You going to be okay?"

"Yea," he replied as she pulled her jacket back on, "Always am."

Lexi nodded her head with a smile, "Later Dean."

She shoved her hands in her jacket pockets as she made her way to the door and pushed it open with her shoulder. Once at her car she opened the driver's door and started to climb in, but motion at the bar entrance stopped her.

"Hey Lex," Dean called as he walked halfway over to her car before he stopped, "Once things are back to our version of normal, maybe we could all get some pizza or something."

Lexi smiled at the way Dean stumbled over the words, like Bambi trying to walk from the first time.

"You know," he continued, "You, Sammy, me, and Mom."

"Of course," she responded, "I'd like to meet her."

Dean nodded his head, "I think she'd like you."

"Of course she will," Lexi smirked, "I'm awesome."

Dean laughed to himself as she slid into the driver's seat and started the car. He tossed his hand up in a wave as she pulled away.

[black-rose-writings]

Enemy of my enemy Chapter 2: Bato of the Water Tribe

Continuation of this story, based on prompt by @atlawritingprompts

I decided to skip the Fortuneteller, since that episode is quite borning.

Ao3 link

They walked along the shore, on a forest path.

“The pass should be just a little further west. There should be an abbey at the start of it, so it shouldn’t be hard to find.” Sokka said.

“And then we can fly again?”

“There’s many colonies around here. Someone around could notice. The pass should be safe to fly over, but then we’ll have walk again.”

“We never had to be this careful.”

“There’s less colonies down south.” Zuko shrugged his shoulders, looking a Sokka.

“He’s right. And unless we want to fly for a week straight over uninhabited mountains, this is the best path.”

“Fine, fine, you two know maps and I’m just an airhead.”

“I didn’t say that. Did you?” Zuko looked at Sokka.

“No.” Sokka shook his head.

“Hey, what’s that?” Aang suddenly squealed and jumped down the slope to the shore. “A sword made out of whale’s tooth?

Sokka followed down. They slowly followed. Sokka stared at the weapon, before taking it from Aang.

“This is Water Tribe.” Sokka said. “See if you can find anything else.”

“Did you lose something? Katara asked curiously, sliding down from Appa’s back.

“No, we found something!” Aang announced excitedly and led them over the bend – there were several more things, that seemed to indicate, that a battle has happened.

“It’s burned.” Sokka said, bending down to one of the spears. “There was a battle! Water Tribe warriors ambushed a group of firebenders.”

Sokka gesticulated wildly, following an ash trail.

“The firebenders fought back, but the warriors drove them down this hill.”

They got to a beach.

“So, then what happened?” Aang asked.

“I don’t know. The trail ends here.” Sokka admitted.

“You might be overdramatizing it.” Zuko pointed out.

“Said the drama-prince.”

“Wait… look!” Katara pointed to rock formation on a beach. Behind it was visible a sail bearing the Water Tribe symbol. They ran closer.

“It’s one of our boats!” Sokka smiled wide.

“Is this dad’s boat?” Katara asked, as they got closer to the ship.

“No, but it’s from his fleet.” Sokka walked to the ship, brushing the boat’s side. “Dad was here.”

***

They set up a camp. The sky got dark fast. They were getting further up north and it was dark early.

“Isn’t the abbey just a little further? We could have made it there.” Aang pointed out.

“Aang, our dad has left for the war over two years ago. This is the most we’ve known about him in that time.” Katara sighed. “The ship seems to be in good condition. There might be someone around taking care of it.”

“Right…” Aang sighed. “I’ve been thinking about something…”

A strange noise interrupted Aang’s sentence. Sokka snapped out his trance, standing up with his boomerang in hand. Zuko reached for his swords.

“Who’s there?” Sokka shouted into the darkness.

A man stepped out of the shadows. He seemed to be about middle-aged, obviously from Water tribe. His torso was visibly bandaged.

“Sokka?” the man asked.

“Bato?” Sokka smiled.

“Who?” Aang asked.

“Bato.” Katara stood up and smiled, too.

“Sokka, Katara, it’s good to see you two.” The man smiled, too, and hugged the two of them. “You’ve grown so much.”

“Hi, I’m Aang.” the airbender introduced himself, getting ignored.

“Where’s dad?”

“Is he here?”

“No, the other warriors should be in the Eastern Earth Kingdom by now.” the man – Bato – shook his head. A gust of wind blew past them, the three Water Tribe members shook. “This is no place for a reunion. Let’s get back inside.”

Zuko turned back to their camp, waving his hand. The fire went out and he quickly followed the leaving group.

The got to the abbey – it was really close.

“After I was wounded, your father carried me to this abbey. The sisters have cared for me ever since. Superior, these are Hakoda's children. They've been traveling with the Avatar. I found them by my boat.” Bato introduced them.

“Young Avatar, it gives me great joy to be in your presence. Welcome to our abbey.” The Mother Superior greeted Aang. Then, she looked at him curiously but didn’t say anything.

***

The hut seemed quite cozy. The walls and floors were covered by animal pelts and there was a small fire inside.

“Bato, it looks like home!” Katara looked around.

“Everything’s here, even the pelts.” Sokka added.

“Yeah, nothing’s cozier than dead animal skins.” Aang sighed.

They sat down.

“I don’t mean to be prying, but I can’t help but wonder – who is the last one of your group.” Bato looked at Zuko.

Their group looked at each other.

“My name is Lee. I’m… local. I’m helping them along the pass.” he spoke up, repeating the cover story from previous village.

“No way. Stewed sea prunes!” Katara shouted a little too excitedly, as she opened the pot hanging over the fire.

“Help yourself.” Bato offered them. Katara begun passing along bowls of the thing.

“Dad could eat a whole barrel of these things.” Sokka mentioned. Aang sniffed the food, then put it away.

Zuko took a bowl and looked at it. It seemed like something in between a soup and a mash. He gave it a try.

It wasn’t nearly as bad as Aang made it out to be.

The discussion trailed off to some of the misadventures of Bato and the father of the siblings. He found himself smiling along with them.

He wished he had that.

***

“There’s something I should tell you kids. I’m expecting a message from your father.” Bato said after a while.

“Really?” Katara asked.

“When?” Sokka followed up.

“Any day now. Your father said he'd send a message when they found the rendezvous point. If you wait until the message arrives, you can come with me, and see your father again.” Bato told them.

“It’s been over two years since we’ve seen Dad. That would be so incredible, Katara.” Sokka seemed excited.

“I do really miss him. It would be great to see Dad.” Katara added. Zuko noticed Aang leaving the hut.

“It’s been far too long, hasn’t it?” Bato nodded. “I’m not sure, when the word will arrive, but when it does…”

“It would be great, but we can’t.” Sokka interrupted the older man. Zuko tensed a little. “We have to take Aang to the North Pole first.”

“Even if we do have the time to wait for the message, who knows, how far we’d have to travel. We don’t have the time for a long detour.” Katara added.

“I'm sure your father would understand and be proud that his children are helping the Avatar.” Bato smiled at them.

Zuko put the empty bowl next to the rest of the dishes.

***

“This ship is sentimental to me. It was built by my father.” Bato mentioned, as the walked to the ship.

“Is this the boat he took you ice dodging in?” Sokka asked.

“Yep! It's got the scar to prove it. Ha. How 'bout you Sokka? You must have some good stories from your first time ice dodging.” Bato smiled at the boy. Sokka looked away.

“He never got to go. Dad left before he was old enough.” Katara explained.

“Oh… I forgot you were too young.” Bato said apologetically.

“What’s ice dodging?” Zuko asked.

“It's a rite of passage for young Water Tribe members. When you turn fourteen, your dad takes you- You know what, you're about to find out!”

The man seemed excited and looked at Sokka, Katara and then Zuko. “You three, come with me.”

Katara looked back at Aang.

“Why us?” Katara asked Bato.

“He’s still a child.” Bato shrugged his shoulders. “Come on.”

***

“Ice dodging is a ceremonial test of wisdom, bravery, and trust. In our village, ice dodging was done by weaving a boat through a field of icebergs.” Bato begun explaining, as they got on the ship.

“How are we supposed to ice dodge without ice?” Sokka pointed out the obvious issue.

“You’ll be dodging those.” Bato pointed to rock formation near the shore. Their trio looked at each other. “Sokka, you steer and call the shots, lead wisely. Katara, you secure the main sail. The winds can be brutal, so be brave. And Lee, you control the jib. Without your steady hand, we all go down. Your position is about trust.”

They each took their position.

“For this to be done right, I cannot help.” Bato added, as he sat down in the back of the ship. Zuko noticed that the Avatar watched them from above on his bison. He took a deep breath. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

To his surprise, it seemed to go well. Their ship sailed without as much a scratch through the rocks.

“Great job.” Sokka grinned.

Bato nodded and stood up.

“Now, let’s get back.”

***

They stood on the shore. Katara was all smiles. Aang landed not far from them, running to them.

“That looked awesome.” he congratulated Sokka. Zuko noticed the boy gave him a strange look.

“The spirits of water, bear witness to these marks. For Sokka, the Mark of the Wise. The same mark your father earned. For Katara, the Mark of the Brave. Your courage inspires us. And for Lee, the Mark of the Trusted. You are now an honorary member of the Water Tribe.”

“Thank you.” Zuko said with a smile. Aang begun walking away.

“You know, I had a bit of doubts with you back there, but… you really proved yourself.” Sokka grinned.

“I think I should be grateful I even had the chance.” Zuko shrugged his shoulders. “I had my own doubts about you.”

“Hey… I’m more than just a clown.”

“Thank you Bato… for taking us to do this.” Katara said. “But we should get going.”

“Right.” Sokka nodded, looking at Aang. “Is Appa ready?”

“I’ll go check it out.” Aang said and ran to his bison. Something dropped from his sleeve. Katara curiously picked it up. It was some kind of paper…

“This is the map to our father!” Sokka exclaimed, as he looked at it. “Aang…”

The boy stopped, staring at them wide eyed.

“You have to understand! I was afraid you would…” Aang raised his hands defensively.

“You had it the whole time?” Sokka asked the boy, furious. “How could you?! Well, you can go to the North Pole on your own. I’m going to find Dad.”

“Sokka… I’m sure Aang can explain it. Just let him.” Katara interjected. She sounded angry, too.

“Katara’s right. Let him explain it.” Zuko joined her. “Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding.”

Sokka growled. “Fine.”

“I… I’m sorry… I just… I’ve heard you were talking about going with Bato to see your father and I… was worried you’d leave me.”

Katara looked at Sokka. “Aang… we wouldn’t just leave you.” She shook her head. “You didn’t have to hide this from us.”

“You really messed up with this.” Sokka sighed. “But we’ll have to finish this, won’t we?”

He looked at Katara.

“let’s get back to the packing.” Katara suggested. “Bato, could we take some of the supplies?”

“Of course.” Bato nodded. “I can’t exactly carry them with me anyway.”

“Thanks.” she smiled. “Z… Lee, would you help me with them?”

“Sure.”

Aang stood there, visibly ashamed. Sokka begun feeling bad about shouting at the kid.

“The rendezvous isn’t that far.” Sokka pointed out, looking at the map. “But it still is too far for us.”

“Where did you say you’d be heading next?” bato asked, as the two of them headed back to the abbey. Aang already headed back.

“Through the mountain pass, further north. And Aang insisted we visit the Northern Air temple, so we’ll need to go there, before we head to the North Pole.”

“Further north is many colonies.” Bato pointed out. “You’ll have to be careful there, if you don’t want to attract any attention.”

“We know. Z… Lee’s been a great help with this.” Sokka nodded. “He… knows quite a lot about the Fire Nation.”

“He looks like it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He looks Fire Nation.” Bato shrugged his shoulders.

“You said it yourself. There’s a bunch of colonies around.” Sokka said quickly. Of course, Bato noticed. He’s been fighting the Fire Nation longer than Sokka himself was alive.

“That’s a good point.” Bato nodded. “We should go and get ready for the way.”

***

“We’re having sea prunes again?” Aang asked, disgusted.

“Kid… you’re not really in position to be picky today.” Sokka mentioned.

“I’m sure the sisters won’t mind sharing some of their diner with you.” Bato mentioned. “They aren’t exactly fond of Water tribe cuisine themselves.”

“Fine.” Aang nodded and got up, heading for abbey’s main building. “I’ll go ask. I can come back here, right?”

“Sure.” Bato nodded. Aang almost ran to the abbey. “Sokka, have you decided, where you’ll be going?”

“I’ll go with them. Making sure Aang gets safely to the Northern tribe is more important than seeing dad.”

“Maybe we could write him a letter.” Katara suggested. “Bato, you wouldn’t mind taking it with you, right?”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” Bato nodded. “I’m sure your father will be proud of you.”

***

“Don’t forget to say hi to dad from us.” Sokka said, as he got up on Appa.

“I won’t.” Bato chuckled. “Safe journey to you.”

“You too, Bato!” Katara smiled from Appa’s back. Sokka got in and Aang looked back on them.

“Everyone holding? Appa, yip, yip.”

The siblings kept waving, until they too far to see the abbey.

Sokka kept staring at the disappearing shoreline.

“Sokka… you know nobody would blame you, if you went with Bato.” Katara mentioned.

“And leave you two in care of him?” he pointed at Zuko. “Not gonna happen.”

“I’ll try and not be insulted.”

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Are you kidding me?! Part 6

Bucky x Reader

Word count: 1900 Warnings: Swearing? Slow burn af

The next test was quite similar to the previous one, although it seems I had started some form of friendly competition between Nat and Bucky. Well I think it was friendly anyway, it mostly consisted of Nat throwing insults and taunts at Bucky trying to get a reaction from him that she didn’t get apart from a cocky, lopsided smile which got her more agitated.

This test varied in time as it was about seeing how long they could covering their tracks when hacking stuff or something like that, Thor was out almost instantly but didn’t seem to care. He seemed like not a lot bothered him, he kind of reminds me of a puppy who just gets happy at the most random things. Steve got ‘found’ next to his dismay, followed by Sam then Clint.

Tony looked bored as he tapped away at the computer, Bruce had a concentration face but didn’t look too complexed at his screen. Everyone knew they could do this for as long as they needed so it came down again to Nat and Bucky.

Natasha didn’t look away from her screen, brows knitted together, anyone could tell she is starting to find it difficult but really wants to beat Bucky. I watched her for a moment and smiled, a woman that could probably kill anyone she wanted within a matter of seconds stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth when she was focused on a computer.

Glancing over at Bucky I found him already looking at me, he looked like he was playing with Natasha, like he was having any trouble with task at all. He peered down at his computer again, I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I seriously need to get a grip.

Sam came up behind me putting his hands on my hips, he whispered in my ear a moment later.

“You seem to have started something Lady”

I huffed a laugh, leaning back against him.

“You think I don’t know that, all this over who I put my faith in, a silly bet.”

Out of the corner of my eye I recognise Bucky watching the interaction with me and Sam.

“I would do a lot more than computer tests for you to put your faith in me.”

Sam continued squeezing my hips, looking at the floor I couldn’t help the blush that spread across my cheeks.

“Charmer.”

I retorted with a smile, Sam opened his mouth to reply but got cut of by Bucky standing up, letting loose a string of obscenities. I guess that meant he lost, Natasha got to her feet quickly, hands raised in the air in victory. It almost sounded like he growled at her but then his eyes snapped to myself and Sam, eyes narrowing at us. I stepped out of Sam’s grip, taking a step forward towards Bucky but he was stalking towards the door.

“Looks like I was wrong, it was misplaced shifter.”

The words out of Bucky’s mouth were flat, his shoulder hit mine as he passed me making me take a step back. He didn’t even look back as he strode through the door, confused was an understatement. Gone was the shy man thanking me for breakfast, it was pure agitation on his face just then.

Steve quickly appeared beside me, another apologetic look on his face. I wonder how many messes Steve had to make right for that man.

“Sorry about that Y/N Bucky is a pretty sore loser, he doesn’t mean anything by it.”

I nodded as Tony and Bruce called a truce on the programming. Apparently that was it for today, the weapons training and hand to hand combat would come tomorrow. Tony asked J.A.R.V.I.S to order food for everyone from the Chinese down the road. Everyone was at dinner with the exception of The Winter Soldier, who had done a disappearing act.

After dinner I took a stroll to the library to find a good book to read, deciding to spend the rest of the evening in my room. Turning the corner I walk into Bucky, I mean literally walk right into his broad chest. It was like walking into a brick wall, I lost my footing, falling to the floor landing right on my butt.

Great, awesome, just what I needed.

Bucky froze, as if he was assessing the situation so I decided to speak up from the floor.

“We need to stop meeting like this.”

I started to get up off the ground when a hand appeared in front of my face, grabbing it Bucky helped me to my feet.

“You should watch where you are going.”

His tone was still pretty flat, maybe Cap was wrong, maybe it was personal. But what could I have done so suddenly for him to be like this?

“Yeah um yeah I’m sorry dude, just heading to the library but you didn’t ask that and yeah so I’m gunna go now. Sorry again.”

Jesus, why does this man make me feel so goddamn nervous? I rush around him, heading straight to the library without looking back. It takes me a few minutes to chill out when I first get there, but I find a book pretty snappish and head back to my room for the rest of the evening.

Everyone met in the range just after noon the next day, time to learn about weapons I guess. Looking around at the varied weaponry around the room my eyes were instantly drawn to the crossbow, stalking over to it I run my hands over the metal.

“I want this one!”

I announced to anyone who was near enough to listen, not surprisingly Clint was the one who answered me.

“A woman with good taste, stick with me and I’ll sort you out.”

He walked over grabbing the bow and quiver next to the crossbow, without warning he drew an arrow and fired without looking. When the thud sounded a second later I whipped my head round to see that it had perfectly imbedded in the centre of the target at the far end of the room. I hadn’t even realised I had taken my bottom lip between my teeth.

Why are all these men so hot?

I can’t deal with them all.

A sudden gunshot rang out startling everyone, all eyes were on Bucky who slowly lowered his gun which was pointing at the same target Clint had hit, his eyes on Clint and me. I gaped when I took in the arrow that was now split in half.

Holy shit he just shot the fucking arrow in half!

“Don’t be a show off Buck, come on everyone let’s get to work.”

Steve spoke before anyone else could get involved, making his way over to a weapons rack. Bruce didn’t attend the gun and hand to hand combat training so he wasn’t here right now, Thor also wasn’t around either because apparently his hammer was too powerful to be used indoors. Slowly everybody made their way to a booth with their weapon of choice, starting to go through their own drills and what not. I slowly walked down the line watching each other them, noting all the different styles of guns each of them had picked.

Nat told me as I passed that the guns she was handling were Glock 26’s, which to her were the best weapons because they were well balanced. She offered one for me to hold, it was lighter than it looked. I handed it back to her with a smile, taking a step towards Sam who informed you that Nat was talking bullshit and the MAC-10's were the best guns to use. He started to show off, not looking at the target but at you when firing. He hit the centre ring of the target but not the tiny black dot in the middle, patting his shoulder you moved to Tony who didn’t have a gun in his hand but had the hands of his suit on firing his thrusters. Figures, I guess he wouldn’t need a gun if he has his suit.

Steve wasn’t overly fond of guns, or so he told me but it was still useful to know how to shoot. Apparently Glock is the make for super heroes as he was using a Glock 17, just one though unlike the others who prefer duel wield. For someone who doesn’t like to use guns he seems very at ease with one, a natural really, was there anything he wasn’t good at?

Next stop was the one that I really wanted to watch, Clint and his bow! It was just breath-taking to watch, since I could remember I have always loved bows, I have even done some archery before and was pretty good before money got tight meaning I had to stop. I don’t know why I never started it up again, starting to regret that now. Missing the feeling of having a bow in my hands I got brave and asked the question.

“Can I have a go please?”

Clint looked round at my question, brows raised in question.

“Have you ever used a bow before?”

“Yeah I did archery for about 3 years when I was younger but had to stop, please I won’t hurt your pretty bow?”

I did my best pouty face hoping he would have pity on me and let me shoot, he smiled and stepped out of the booth handing me his bow and I yelped in excitement. Damn this was a beautiful bow, taking a moment to get the feel of the weight I notched an arrow in place. Pulling back the string a couple of times to readjust myself to the feel of it. My sight went to the target in front of me. I let out a breath, pulled the sting back, aimed and released. The arrow struck the middle circle but not dead centre, reminding me of Sam’s shot. Damn I will have to do better than that! Grabbing another arrow I let it fly quickly, then another, then another.

The 6th arrow hit home, dead centre, middle dot. I couldn’t contain the grin, twisting to Clint to see him watching me curiously.

“God I love bows! Can I get me one of these please?”

Clint took the bow back from my outstretched hands, putting an arm around my shoulders.

“I’ll find one for you, you and me will practice some more at some point okay?”

“Oh my days yes! I would absolutely love that!”

He retook his place from me in the booth as I move hesitantly to the final booth. Bucky doesn’t even look around from his target, he had some sort of machine gun looking thing.

“Hey Bucky.”

He stopped firing at my words, looking round at me before turning back a moment later to continue to fire. Sighing I just stood back and observed him open fire on the target. His precision was unparalleled, there were only a few holes in the sheet of paper where his bullets were hitting the exact same spot.

“What kind of gun is that?”

I decided to try and talk with him again, against my better judgement I move slightly closer to him. Abruptly he puts the gun down, muttering as he walks passed me.

“It’s a M249 Paratrooper SAW.”

Then he was gone.

Part 5                                                                            Part 7

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