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cryptidsurveys · 9 days ago

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Wednesday, November 13th, 2024.

Think back to yesterday, what were you doing around this time? I was at the animal shelter, but I don't remember exactly what I was doing. Probably chatting with Liv and Riley while picking up/washing afternoon dishes.

What was the last thing you watched on the TV? I have no idea.

Do you think pets can get annoying easily? Sometimes I can get annoyed with them, but I always feel guilty about it.

Did you know that pickles have no calories? They do have some calories. I wouldn't really consider them worth counting, though.

Do you enjoy family get togethers? We don't have big family get-togethers. For a little over a year, my parents and I were getting together for lunch every few weeks, but after the recent family drama, that's no longer a thing. Just me and my mom now since she won't speak to my dad anymore.

In a group of three, do you often feel like the third wheel? Yeah. Connecting/socializing with others is still a challenge for me.

What color are your pants? Green and red. They're plaid Christmas pajamas.

Is there snow on the ground where you are? There is. We had several snowy days last week and it's still sticking around.

What is keeping you warm right now? The furnace, cozy clothing, and a kitty on my lap.

Has anyone bought you a piece of jewelry? Yeah.

How far away is your next birthday? March.

Do you have plans for that birthday yet? I don't. Aside from possibly going out to eat, it'll probably be like any other day.

When did you last take a shower? Earlier this morning, before therapy.

Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon? No, but I would like to go one day.

Have you ever flown somewhere alone? I haven't.

Are you more serious or funny? I'm more on the funny and easygoing side, but I can be serious if I need to be.

Is there someone that annoys you but you haven’t told them? Yeeeah, kind of. Their recent attitude has been kind of off-putting. It's so weird seeing some of my own tendencies manifest in another person - tendencies that I have worked very hard to mitigate and heal. Knowing where it could end up if they can't correct course. Not knowing what to say that won't piss them off or come across as adversarial. Because I know I sure as heck would have taken any well-meaning advice the wrong way when I was in that headspace.

When is garbage day in your area? Tuesday.

Who/What was the last thing to really irritate you? All the shit-talking on Monday. It was more draining and disheartening than irritating, though. I just don't want to go through this agaaain...

Do you think people either love or hate spongebob? Like there's no middle ground? I don't think it's that polarizing.

Have you seen that new “Lie To Me” show? Yeah.

What is something you’d rather be doing right now? I'm fine with this.

Do you find that people are too hard on you? I don't think anyone is being too hard on me. If anything, I'm too hard on myself.

Do you take surveys often? A few times a week.

Do you tend to slam things around when you’re mad? I have in the past, but not in recent times.

Do you know anyone who hates/dislikes chocolate? I know people who don't favor it, but I don't think I know anyone who dislikes it.

Could you vote in this last election? Yeah.

How much sleep did you get last night? Approaching eight hours.

Do you have more girl friends or guy friends? I have one Oliver. :') Most of my acquaintances are women, though.

What is your current mood? A little bit anxious, contemplative/introspective, running scenarios through my head as a form of preemptive problem-solving. Overall, pretty chill. Not a bad mood.

Is there anything on your mind at the moment? Thinking of starting Stardew Valley. Liv and Riley were giving me the rundown yesterday and it sounds pretty cute.

Are there any movies out that you’d like to see? I might go see Wicked with my mom in the near future.

Have you ever been on a website called Stickam? It sounds familiar…? Lol wait…I just looked it up and it looks like some kind of adult website. Never mind. Idk what I was thinking of because I've never been there before.

Have you ever hated yourself? Yeah. I still hate myself to some extent - or parts of myself, past regrets, etc - but it's not as all-consuming as it once was. There are also things that I really like about myself.

Are you hungry? No. Today's eating schedule has been all messed up.

Did your parents ever ground you? Once. For making prank phone calls when I was a child.

Where was the last place you went out to eat? I went to Chili's with my mom a few weeks ago.

Have you ever felt like you needed a better life than the one you have? Yeah. I'm very fortunate to have the life I do, but I still want to improve. I don't want this to be as good as it gets.

Do you own an MP3 player of some kind? I don't.

Do you have a moment in your life you wish you could replay over again? Mostly just backpacking/hiking memories with my dad. Those are so special to me.

Have you ever been in a play? If so, did you like it? I was in a couple of plays in elementary school. They were alright. I didn't have a major role or anything.

What is one musical artist you wish wasn’t making music? No opinion. If I don't like someone, then I don't have to listen to them.

When was the last time you cleaned something? I cleaned out the kitchen sink and wiped down the counter when I was downstairs a little bit ago.

Have you ever been so sick you had to be taken to the hospital? Yeah.

Do you like your smile? Yes. I think I look adorable when I smile. My only fear is that there will be something stuck in my teeth. :B

Do you have someone that you think truly understands you? My dad.

When was the last time you doubted yourself? Currently. I'm thinking about applying at the animal shelter the next time there's an opening, but am I really ready? Am I really good enough? I think so, but there's still this nagging fear/doubt.

Is there anything currently bothering you? Ughgh. I just hate dealing with people. I wish standing on the sidelines was the answer, but even neutrality can piss people off. I'm just hoping it doesn't. I need to learn how to gracefully and successfully navigate these situations, though, because as long as I ~live in a society~, they aren't going away. :')

Would you say that you’ve got something ‘special’ about you? Possibly.

Who was the last person to cheer you up when you were down? My dad.

Are you scared of what you do not know? Depends.

Is there anything in the next six months that you’re looking forward to? Thanksgiving and Christmas. Wintry weather. Possibly becoming employed, depending on how things go.

Were you/are you popular in high school? Naw. I had a pretty good friend group, mostly outside of school, but I was never popular.

Do you really care what people think about you? Yeah. I still care. It still affects me. But not to the same absolutely crippling degree as it once did.

Do you find yourself treating others like you’d want to be treated? Lmao, it's…a work in progress. I don't even know if they want to be treated the way I would want to be treated. Sometimes people are so damn complicated.

Are you constantly envious of others? Yeah, yeah. Like I was telling my therapist earlier, all of those feelings are still there - the shame, etc - I'm just better at keeping them inside instead of letting them totally rule and ruin my life like they did in the past.

Are you more of a whiner with things or a do’er of things? I've become more of a doer. I will whine or gripe from time to time, but I'll still get it done. Or procrastinate. That's always an option. ;D

List three of your favorite TV shows:

Would your friends say you’re a relaxed person or stressed? A stressed person cosplaying as a relaxed person.

What do you find yourself worrying most about these days? I have a huge fear of repeating old patterns and mistakes. I'm also always worried about my future.

Would you say it’s hard to earn your trust? Oh yeah.

Who was the last person to compliment you? Either my dad or my therapist.

Anything interesting happen this past week? Yeah.

What’s on your mind this very second? What's going to happen with my social security. It's up for review/renewal and I'm super close to being able to work, so…we'll see. Just hoping everything works out one way or another.

Do you know the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’? I do.

Do you correct other people’s grammar/spelling when talking to them online? No.

Is bacon one of your favorite foods? I love bacon, but I don't eat it all that often.

Are you one of those people who like to sleep in on the weekends? I wish I could sleep in, but my body just doesn't seem to work that way. Even on my days off, I still get up relatively early.

Do you like things Vampire related? Some.

Have you ever cussed at a parent or teacher? I don't think I've ever cussed at a teacher.

When was the last time you saw snow? Earlier today.

Have you ever felt stupid after saying something? Plenty of times.

Do you find yourself cold at the moment? No.

Are your nails currently long? No.

Are you the kind of person who does not like talking about their past? I'll talk about it with people I trust, but with others, it's like pulling teeth.

Do you have long slender fingers or short chunky ones? They're somewhere in the middle.

Do you think your foot size fits your body type? Yeah.

Are you the competitive type? I can be, but I try to keep it in check. In the wise words of someone I once knew, "If you're gonna make this a competition, then you're gonna have a bad time." And I don't wanna have a bad time. :')

Are you more of a mommy’s person or a daddy’s person? I am much closer to my dad. I am glad that my mom and I have been able to repair our relationship to some extent, though.

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auari · 1 month ago

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One year & five months.

10.22.24

The most beautiful thing that happened to me was when I met you. You made me the happiest person alive in this cruel world. You’re the light that has been lighting me up since the beginning of our relationship, and I will always choose to be yours every day, baby. I am nothing without the person who’s willing to sacrifice everything just to make me feel at ease and comfortable. You are such an incredible person, I know. You are more than unique compared to the people around me. You understand me the most and are the person who knows every single detail about me.

In the past months of being together, we both know that it has never been easy for us to deal with everything. And yet, here we are now, celebrating our 17th month anniversary with the same person. We always find a way to be together and communicate everything to avoid overthinking. I realized I had never been this serious to anyone until you came. I am ready to sacrifice everything I have just to support and be there for you when you need me the most. Please, let’s always find our way to come back to each other. We both know how much we need each other when times get rough. All we need is each other and no one else. We are fixing everything with each other. Even though sometimes we argue, I will never forget how much I love you. We may fight all the time, but my love for you remains the same. We are just fighting, but that doesn’t mean it lessens my love for you. You are the only person I want to be my kaaway, but I love you the most all the time. I thank you for being such a responsible partner of all time. You did everything just to make our relationship happy and comfortable. You are the only person I can talk to for hours without pausing because I am only comfortable with you and your presence. I truly have the very best friend + girlfriend, and it’s only you. We bond like everyone else cannot. A bond that we both shared laughter and love without hurting each other. I am truly lucky to have a special someone like you in this world. I will always find a way to come back to you, my audie. I swear. I will love you until the end of me.

I will forever cherish every moment I shared with you all throughout our journey as girlfriends. Let’s make more memories together next year!! WE CAN SEE EACH OTHER NEXT YEAR (hopefully)!! I really want to see myyy baaabyyy:(( Being this patient is killing me. I want us to see each other often and not once in a blue moon:(( GOD MADE US LIVE IN DIFFERENT CITY ‘cause he wants to see how we will survive each day without seeing each other HEHEHE. So far, we are surviving!! Hopefully next year, I can go there anytime I want:(( ITS A BIG WIN for me if we’ll see each other often and not this long distance rs ‘cause its sooooo huhu I want to kiss my girlfriend anytime:((

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE be my last!! I am sure about building more memories with you and being with you in any aspect of our lives. Believe me when I say that I truly want to build our own house without people to make us wrong. I want us to live under a roof where everyone is free to tell everything happening to them without thinking of being judged. I want our future house to be the safest house wherein we are soft and gentle to each other and talk things out to settle everything with love and respect. Because of you, I find everything. My everything, who knows everything about life. I don’t know how to put it in words, but I saw everything about you that everyone has been dying for to have. In short, you’re a dream girl. My dream girl.

AGAAAIN, HAPPY 17TH TO US, MY FOREEEVEEER BAAABYYY !! MWAAAAAAAAA I WUUUUVVVVV CHUUUUUU ALWAAAAYYS, THE BEST GIRLFRIEND. 🩷

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smilingperformer · 2 years ago

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So, been thinking about the summary for first ep of Mezase Pokémon Master Special series... Will be shortnening it to MPM from now on!

Nothing about MPM01 summary states the region Satoshi is traveling in, just that he's still on an endless journey with endless adventures, so... could it be possible that Satoshi ends up in Hoenn during the ep? Thus Latias encounter?

Idk. I'm just now fully jumping on "soaring ride Pokémon Latias" theory, haha.

But like, consider the final scene JN shows. MPM has to be after that scene, in my opinion at least. Then agaaain, did that scene look like the city from fifth movie? That would at least put him in Hoenn erm I mean wherever it was supposed to tale place. Man, I'm not sure what to think really, haha.

BY THE WAY, let me make it clear for everyone that Kasumi and Takeshi are NOT confirmed to appear in all of the episodes. They are merely mentioned to appear in the official premise article. Think of the poster as like Sun & Moon's poster with them. Possibly one or two eps tops to discuss the Pokémon Master thing with them, since they've seen his growth the most.

Whoever has said that they'll travel with him for all 11 eps didn't translate correctly. Hell, what need was there to translate, haha.

#pokemon #pokeani #anipoke #pokemon mpm #pokemon jn #discussions #speculations #mpm01

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imagine-lcorp · 2 years ago

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No Light, No Light (One Shot)

A/N: Helloooooo agaaain, my lovely dears! It’s been a while, uh? Did ya miss me? I know i’ve missed you! I’m really sorry about the big unannounced hiatus, I just gotta say things happened and well, that’s life. Does that mean I’m back? Kinda, and let’s hope. Meanwhile, pls enjoy this little piece of work, inpired by my fave band F+TM and the song with the same title, go listen to it!! I hope you like it and as always, tell me what you think, come say hello, and update me on what’s been happening with y’all. Love you my dears!! Ive not forgotten about u!!

Lena Luthor x R//Word Count: 1,634 -------------------------------------------------

There is a darkness inside of every person.

A darkness, so hidden and so deep, that once freed devastates everything in its path.

Darkness that turns gentle hands into steel claws and baby blue eyes into violent light, tinted in red.

You remember seeing it once before. A symbol of bravery and hope turning into the city's worst nightmare in the blink of an eye. All good deeds suddenly forgotten and replaced by immeasurable fear. Something you never imagined to ever live it in the flesh.

You wonder how long it has been nesting in her heart as she grabs you by the collar of your uniform and pins you against the wall, threatening to crush your ribs and squeeze your heart if she so desires. But you would be fooling yourself if you pretended not to know the answer.

That's when you think about her. Her green eyes, her playful smile, her soft touch. If these are to be your final moments, you may as well go with a hint of paradise in your mind, instead of the hell that rages behind those eyes.

"You really thought I wasn't going to notice you?" Kara holds your sniper gun with her other hand and smiles. "I could hear your heart beating since you arrived here."

Her hold on you gets a bit too tight for your liking and you hold onto her arm. Your mortal hands can't do anything against her grip and, while feeling your heartbeat hard against your ribcage, you silently course your tell-tale heart.

She moves her head closer to you, a predatory look in her eyes which glow red behind blue irises.

"You should have pulled the trigger when you had the chance." She closes her fingers around your gun, crushing it in half and tossing it to the floor.

She's right.

J'onn had tried to warn you and if Alex had known before she would have given the order too. Now there's no escape and you don't believe you have enough time for a miracle to happen.

"Yeah." You respond with a hoarse voice. "I should have."

By the expression in her face you know you should have regretted your words.

You shouldn't be playing. Daring her in a moment when the word friend has lost all meaning. Hell, you're not even sure if you were even friends to start with. Otherwise, you think, how could this be so easy for her? How could it had been so easy for her before?

The comms in your ear turn on without a warning and her voice it's the only thing that stops your mind from sinking into less grateful memories.

"(Y/N)?" Lena calls you, and you wish you could die with that sound echoing in your ears. Your name in her mouth, even with the evident concern, is the chorus of an angel.

It takes a second for that image to shatter as Kara hears it too and you can tell, by the smirk that her lips draw, she's going to enjoy what comes next. The alarms in your head go off, whatever she's planning, it's nothing good.

"Len-" You try to warn her but the pressure you felt a second ago crushing your chest is now threatening to squash your throat.

Kara's fingers are wrapped around your neck, pulling you up from below your jaw with enough force you have to stand on your toes. You have no other option but to strengthen your grip on her arm, that if you don't want to lose your head.

With her free hand, Kara reaches your ear and pulls your comms out to put them in her own ear.

"Hey, Lena."

On the other side Lena freezes, not expecting her to answer. It takes a moment to imagine the smirk on Kara's face. That smile she used to love, now twisted and dangerous like shark teeth, ready to draw blood.

"Kara, stop. Don't hurt her." Lena pleads.

"Hurt her? No, of course not. We're just talking." Kara turns to look at you, the smile still on her face as she takes the comms and moves them closer to you for a moment. "Wanna talk to your girlfriend?"

You want to scream.

"Sorry." Kara responds after watching you struggle with her hand constricting around your neck. "Seems like she can't talk right now."

"Kara, please, this isn't you. You were poisoned with red kryp-"

"This isn't me?" Kara cuts in. "Maybe this is who I've always been."

Fear comes crawling up your throat as she takes a step back and looks at you.

"I'm one of the most powerful beings on this earth and I had to make herself small for you, so you would accept me, love me. I've spent my life pleasing you just so I could get the scraps. Well, I'm sick of it." You see the moment realization dawns on her. "Maybe I just needed a little push to help me see it."

Her eyes suddenly ignite with a new light, like a spark at the end of a dynamite stick. It leaves you breathless, even more than her hand around your neck.

"Maybe that's what we all need."

You feel some relief as your feet finally touch the ground, letting you rest for moment before she stars to drag you like a ragdoll across the roof.

"I want it all, Lena, not just the scraps."

You're sure Lena is still trying to convince her she isn't like this. That she must stop whatever she's about to do and to please, please, not hurt you in any way. You also know it's of no use as you reach the edge of the building.

Kara lets go of your neck, and you stumble backwards. She grabs you once again by the collar and another playful smile appears on her face, delighting on your fear as you hold onto her for dear life.

By pure instinct, you turn your head right and left, trying to catch a glimpse of what is happening around. From the corner of your eye, you can see the chaos that reigns below in the streets. Down there, you can hear the sirens of police cars and ambulances rushing to help the people of National City.

There are little fires everywhere and no one can seem to put them out.

You remember the fight that caused it all, J'onn and Alex doing their best to keep the Girl of Steel at bay. You saw it all as you looked through your scope, waiting for their signal. When J'onn couldn't move anymore and Alex became paralyzed, not wanting to fight her own sister, you knew you should have moved your finger. Kara's words come to your mind, you should have pulled the trigger when you had the chance.

Now, it is too late for any of you. There's nothing left but the void of the fall that surely awaits once Kara is done with you.

"Poor Lena, always having to rescue you. I always wondered if she ever got tired of that." She raises a brow at you, taking your comms off her ear and finally tossing them to the ground. She doesn't need to listen to Lena now. "Wouldn't it be better if she didn't have to worry about you anymore?"

"She wouldn't worry if you weren't out your mind." You dare, trying to keep your voice from trembling.

"Out of my mind? No, (Y/N), I've never been as lucid as I am right now. I want what's best for Lena. Obviously that isn't you."

"You think it's you?"

"I know I am." The smirk comes back to her lips. "Otherwise, why would she have been with me when she was still with you?"

Rage breaks into you as you realize the meaning of her words. Your hands, wrapped around her arm, hold tighter.

"Oh, she never told you?" She scoffs, feeling like she has already conquered the world. "Then let me tell you, I think you deserve the truth."

The anger is visible in your features as Kara pulls you towards her, keeping you away from the edge just long enough to spill her bane.

"Remember our little mission in the North Pole? When Lena and I got stuck in the Fortress and you were so far away with the team that you couldn't reach us? Well, as you know, I was having a bit of trouble with my powers and while we waited for you, we had to find other ways to keep us warm. If you know what I mean."

Against your will, you remember.

You remember it all.

"I know."

Some of your anger fades. This is a battle you won't let her win.

"I've always known."

Your answer takes her by surprise.

Time stops for a moment, giving you two a second to really look into each other. No more lies, no more pretenses.

"After that mission, it was obvious. Lena never talked about it more than necessary and you avoided the conversation entirely. You couldn't even look me in the eyes."

How different those eyes were from the ones that look at you now.

"It was all the same to me."

The rest of the world fades as you look at each other and your revelation comes out of your lips.

"'Cause, in the end, Lena still chose me."

She chose me instead of you, you want to say.

You think about her once more. Her eyes, her smile, her touch. Her love. Kara frowns as the darkness comes creeping once again behind those baby blue eyes.

"And now she can choose better."

The void behind your back grows claws ready to pull you down, and the light fades as you feel that final push on your chest.

#lena luthor #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor imagines #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor x you #lena x you #lena x reader #supergirl imagine #kara danvers #red kryptonite #red k #one shot #no light no light

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sixofpomegranates · 3 years ago

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A happy ending for Honey would be much appreciated!! ✨

Honey pt.2

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Black!Fem!Reader Also, Plus-Size or not, both fit here!

A/N: *sings completely off-key* Stranger to friends, friends into lovers, and strangers agaaain~ I guess I need to write another part since I gave you 0 happy endings. This is set between seasons 10 & 11!

CW: Smut/Angst - 18+ | Mentions of Spencer's Canon Trauma, Hidden Feelings, Consumption of Food and Alcohol, Penetrative Sex (Unprotected, Rough, Creampie), Exhibitionism, Fingering, Heartbreak, Nickname for Reader (Honey/Hun, Baby, Good Girl)

We had continued our friendship like the night between us had never happened. Although, every time I was in a relationship, every time I felt the need, I couldn't help but think about Spencer.

It ruined a fair share of promising relationships but luckily I was in a place in my life where I realized I didn't need a man. Often didn't even want one. I was happy on my own.

Years passing by, I understood that leaving the FBI and moving to London had been one of the best decisions of my life. I was finally happy. I was finally far enough away from home to be myself and nothing else.

I don't like to imagine where life would've taken me if I would've stayed. My former boss Erin Strauss was dead, murdered by an unsub, so was Hotch's ex-wife Haley, leaving him alone with their little boy Jack.

Emily had been "dead" for a while, actually even living with me at one point, and Spencer... Oh, poor Spencer had been deeply in love with a woman who later on was killed before him. Not to mention all those times he had been shot.

Yes, I had only been an assistant but death through this field even caught Gideon, after all those years of having left. Morgan, Penelope, and Emily had kept me updated during that time since Spencer had handled it exactly like somebody who had just lost their father and needed some time to mourn.

As he eventually wrote to me again, my life had been a little more eventful lately. New projects awaited me, and new places were to be seen, and whenever I felt a little overwhelmed, I really wanted to hug Spencer like I used to back in DC.

Sadly, my arms were too short to reach over the Atlantic Ocean.

Having spent the last month moving to Stratford-Upon-Avon, the birthplace of non-other than William Shakespeare himself, I didn't have many vacation days left and since I needed to use them up before my working contract for Interpol ended next month, I used them up for good.

I used them to see my normal-size Spence since travel-size Spence simply didn't have enough rambling facts about Shakespeare for me. That boring guy just set on my bed all day...

From the hotel I had just checked in, I immediately took a taxi to Quantico. I had to hurry and meet all my friends since tomorrow it was already time to say goodbye again.

It was a very nice summer day and as I had finally reached my destination, I quickly corrected the placement of my flower-child clothing and walked into the headquarters. After the tedious task of getting registered as a visitor, I now left the elevator and marched into the bullpen of the BAU.

It was like a time capsule. Nothing had changed. Yet, I had changed enough to have it almost seem absurd to think that this was once my life.

Everyone except Spencer had known that I would come. I mean, I would've told him, but where would've been the fun in that? He would read about it in a couple of days or so when he got my next letter.

Or right now, as I stood behind him and leaned over his shoulder while he was writing into his files.

"Hello, stranger," I whispered, making him look at me startled and take a second to process.

"[y/n]?" he asked, spinning around with his office chair and pulling me onto his lap, hugging me tightly. "What are you doing here?"

He always smelled like old books and coffee. I knew that for years now and it still caught me off-guard every time.

"Took a wrong turn," I giggled, making him stare at me with wide eyes and an even wider smile. "Look at you all grown up..."

My fingers traced his cheekbones, he had become even more handsome than he had been when I left. And those curls. He had a mop of curly hair, no longer brushing it down to look professional.

"And you're just as beautiful as the day you left," he whispered back at me, our eye contact making goosebumps form on my skin while my face grew hot.

He seriously had me flustered. He hadn't even stuttered his words, and it wasn't helping that I still remembered the taste of the lips they were coming from either.

Tightening his grip on me, he asked, "How long are you going to be here?" "Just until tomorrow. So you'll have to share me with our friends."

Spencer pouted a little but then sighed, "God, I missed you." "Missed you too, Spence."

I really had. I hadn't even noticed how badly I had until he held me in his arms. We still stared at each other, our breathing becoming a faint sound in the distance. Just like the people around us, who started to come up and greet me.

"Honey!" Penelope squealed, making me jump out of Reid's arms. She ran up to me and hugged me so eagerly, it felt like she had broken a rip of mine.

"Look at you, pretty girl," a deep voice behind me cackled, and Derek wrapped his arms around me. Pulling away from our hug, he looked at my clothes, raising a single eyebrow. "Have you become a flower-child?"

I nodded proudly, fully aware that this whole cottage core thing seemed a little off in a busy city like DC. I fit better into the small town I had bought a little house in recently.

The quiet life had been all I had ever wanted. In the mornings, I would sit down at my bay window and draw, and draw, and draw all day. My hobby had become a very lucrative job and by now, I had been able to live off of it.

"In fact, I have," I told Derek, swinging my dress. "I even make my own honey out of dandelions nowadays."

"Of course you do," Emily laughed, Rossi approaching us quickly. Hugging me too, he smiled, "At least one of us has found their Zen."

"I'm basically a grandma now. I live in a little cottage, do embroidery – badly – bake my own bread, draw, and read all day." I looked back and forth between them, "So, how about us, going out for dinner?"

Rossi instantly shook his head, "No chance, kid. You all are coming over and I'll cook us something nice." Lifting my arms, I giggled, "Okay. Sorry."

We laughed, everyone wanting to hear stories and asking questions. But every time my gaze caught Spencer's it took my breath away and I forgot what I was saying.

*****

It was strange. There had never been a moment with Spencer that had made me feel uneasy. But when we ate at Rossi's, drinking wine, and catching up, I tried to avoid ever being alone with him.

The way he looked at me hadn't been making me uncomfortable in a hostile way, but it had made me very clearly remember the last time he looked at me like that. The night before I left, when he was taking me in front of a mirror to see just how much he could make me fall apart.

I really didn't trust myself or Spencer. What if I read the signals wrong? What if Spencer did? What if I read them right and acted on them?

That night had been a one-time thing driven by suppressed lust. It had just been to get rid of the tension. It had just been sex. Nothing more, nothing less.

But it had also been the best sex I'd ever had.

When our dinner was over and we said our goodbyes, Spencer and I were the last ones to walk out.

"Do you want me to drive you?" He offered, making me wonder when he had started driving his car. He usually detested having to drive himself.

"Sure. That'd be great," I smiled, not wanting to call another taxi. Spencer escorted me to his car, opening the door for me. Then he walked around to the driver's side and got in as well.

As he started the engine, I realized just how used I had become to my British car. Everything was the other way around. I wouldn't have wondered if I would've tried to hit the breaks at the next stop sign.

"The hotel by the airport?" He asked. I nodded, mumbling, "White Lion."

Driving off, Spencer's gaze stayed focused on the street. Mine didn't. It was really bad, but I was longing for Spencer to touch me.

What was wrong with me?

It had been only one night. One night years ago. We both had agreed that it wouldn't mean a thing, to not let it affect our friendship, no matter if we had been pining for each other or not.

"Honey?" His voice made me realize that I had been staring at him. "Hm?"

"I asked if you enjoyed the evening," he repeated himself. I quickly nodded, moving around in my seat, "Oh, yeah. It was great catching up with everyone and I like Kate, was great meeting her." Spencer chuckled. "Yes. You were pretty busy talking to our friends."

Resting his hand on my thigh, he sighed happily. I tried to ignore the feeling his touch gave me by distracting myself and laying a hand on his. I focused on our skins contrasting each other and how large his hands were compared to mine.

His dark muttering snapped my head back up to him. "I didn't get a chance to have you to myself all night."

"W-Why would you want that?" I asked quickly, nervously, and way too delighted about the dominance in his voice. "Because you're my best friend," he laughed like he hadn't just made me wet with one single sentence. "Is everything okay?"

I nodded frantically, "Y-Yeah." "Don't lie to me. You know I know you and am a profiler," he lectured me sternly, completely catching me off-guard.

Who was that? It was like the little bit of confident dominance I has seen in bed with him was now always part of him.

Where was the genius boy that had blushes asking me for a condom that night all those years ago?

"I'm really okay, Spencer. I- I just missed you... I guess," I mumbled my nonsensical explanation since 'Please pull over and fuck me.' seemed inappropriate.

Squeezing my thigh, he smiled, "I guess, that feeling is very mutual. So you are now your own boss?"

Glad for the new subject, I nodded, starting to blabber excitedly, "Yeah. My art sells really well and since I started taking commissions and designing book covers..." My happy giggles made me stop talking.

"Are you happy?" Spencer now asked like my letters weren't proof enough and he needed to hear it in person just to be sure. "Very happy," I answered, and his hold on my thigh tightened.

Almost silently, he whispered, "I'm glad." Making me reply, "Yeah, me too."

There was a soft silence between us for a while. It was just my hand on his, his hand on my thigh, and almost inaudible music playing quietly on the radio.

"Do you have somebody?" Spencer suddenly asked, making me smile although wondering why he would ask this since I always told him everything. He knew I was painfully single, knew how long ago my last relationship was.

"Nope. I'm an introverted grandma," I giggled, having him look at me shortly and then focus back on the street. "You were serious about that honey thing?" I nodded. "And the embroidery."

His sweet giggles filled the car. This laugh hadn't changed, it was still as beautiful as it had always been, inviting to join its melodic sound. But he was also still that teasing little bitch.

"Stop laughing, you bitch," I snickered. "I know for a fact that you are knitting." "We also both play chess," he added, making me rest my head back and realize something through all my laughing.

"Oh my god. We are like a very old couple." He agreed, "Yeah, some tea, a good book, and lights are out by nine."

"We should go and have a picnic at a park someday, feeding ducks and stuff," I suggested, remembering that tomorrow we would part again. That someday would probably be really far into the future.

"We can go tomorrow," Spencer proposed sweetly, and I sighed. "I can't, Spence. My flight goes at 3 p.m. and I promised my parents to drop by before leaving."

He quickly nodded, taking his hand from my thigh and clearing his throat as if reality had just hit him in the face. "Oh, yeah, sure. Right. I- Makes sense, that was a stupid idea. Sorry."

"It wasn't stupid," I assured him, the car too dark but I believed to have seen him blush. "It would've been really nice. We'll just have to take a rain check on that."

Now the silence around us was filled with the imaginary sound of the cogs in Spencer's head turning. Clearly, he was thinking about something. His face would always get this distinct expression, a mixture of a frown and daydreaming.

I would've loved to know what was going on inside this beautiful mind of his.

Shortly before we arrived at the hotel, he asked, "Do you want me to drive you tomorrow? We could put your suitcase ready to go into my car, and after visiting your parents I'll bring you to the airport."

I knew that this was the only way to still spend some more time with him before leaving again, so I agreed to it thankfully. When he then pulled over by the hotel, he got out of the car hurrying to my side and opening the door for me. Always a gentleman.

He walked me to the glass entry of the hotel and hummed, "There we are. Then I'll see you tomorrow."

The last time we were here, we had spent all night tangled up in each other. Even after the sex, we had cuddled in bed, ate pizza, and watched TV until we fell asleep. In hindsight, it had been too domestic of an aftermath for what we had done.

Flustered by the memories, I nodded, "Uh-huh. Thanks for driving me"

Then Spencer smiled, leaning so close, his lips were only inches away from mine, his hazel eyes as dark as the night he made sure I would never be able to lust after another man ever again.

My whole body tensed up with anticipation, I was so sure he would kiss me that my knees started to become weak and shake like the once of a little fawn.

He didn't close the distance between us though. His face moved to my side, pressing a gentle kiss on my cheek, and he whispered, "Goodnight, Honey."

"Night," I whimpered as an answer, watching him straighten up, and eyeing my reaction to him.

Grinning at me one last time, he made me contemplate if I should invite him upstairs. But he moved too quickly, already in his car again, waving at me before driving off.

*****

Over the years, my parents had come to terms with me living on another continent and no longer working for the FBI, they didn't really like it but couldn't change it since it was my life.

I was very glad to see them again, and the feeling was mutual. They also were happy about seeing Spencer. When they had first met him, they had thought him to be a little weird but once they had really gotten to know him, they loved him.

I mean, how could they not?

Leaning back into my chair, I exclaimed, "I'm stuffed."

Mom had cooked a massive amount of food. It was almost worse than the time she got carried away cooking for Thanksgiving when I was twelfth. Knowing that I would stop by, she seemed to have taken it upon herself that I would take a few more pounds on me home to remember her.

"I hope you have room for dessert," shaking my head at my mother's happy voice, I looked over to Spencer who looked even worse than I.

Mom had refused to let him just drop me off and since she always hated how skinny he was, she decided to be the one who would properly feed him.

Dessert and coffee – mostly coffee – were eaten and my dad pulled Spencer away, having him translate the medical report he had gotten at his latest check-up. Meanwhile, I helped my mom clean up.

"So, Spencer became quite handsome over the last couple of years," she started, making me groan. "Mom."

She shrugged, pursing her lips. "I'm just saying. And he also looks even more charmed by you than the last time I saw him."

"Mom, stop it," I almost hissed at her. Raising an eyebrow, she smacked me with the kitchen towel, making me laugh.

"You are impossible, [y/n]," she lectured me lovingly. "There is a man as precious as him head over heels falling for you and you just make him your best friend."

Friendzone, Mom. I friendzoned him.

"Because I don't need a man. Plus, I live on another continent," I explained objectively, making her debate. "You can always move back here."

"Mom..." I sighed, but she didn't stop with her definitely pre-planned arguments. "I want you to be happy, [y/n], but I also don't want you to marry a man I don't know and have grandchildren I never get to see."

"You're seriously suggesting I should just marry Spence and move back here so you can have grandchildren annoying you all day while I work?" I asked with risen eyebrows.

That whole grandchildren conversation was one I didn't want to think about. I wasn't even sure yet if I wanted children. Maybe I would, with the right man, but for that, I would have to be able to have a working relationship first without daydreaming about a one-night stand I had ages ago.

"A dream," my mother answered happily in thoughts.

"Yeah, a dream. Completely unrealistic," I said, trying not to become emotional and still review my case. "Spencer is my best friend and anything more would ruin our friendship because of the distance between us. No matter if I'd want to be with him or not."

I swallowed roughly, blinking away some tears, and concentrated on cleaning the oily dishes in the sink. It wasn't like I had never fantasized about it. In fact, I had those fantasies even ruin some of my best relationships. But we would forever stay in a long-distance relationship. All those miles between us would never change.

I needed some realism in thinking, and that realism told me, we were better off as friends.

Feeling my mom step beside me and rub my back, she cooed. "Okay, okay, Honey? I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you upset, baby."

Shaking my head, I forced myself to smile. "You didn't. I'm fine." "Don't lie to your mother," she replied, giving me another smack with the towel before hugging me and kissing my temple.

From the living room, we could hear my father exclaim, "What?"

We both looked at each other, beginning to hear Spencer trying to clarify his words, "Y-Your cholesterol is too high. The doctor s-suggests visiting a dietitian and working out a dietary plan."

My father was already cursing the doctor he had gone to. "Oh, no," I giggled, smiling at my mom before walking out to rescue Spencer.

*****

"Your dad almost killed me," Spencer stated calmly as we drove out away from my parents' house, making me giggle. "He didn't. You're just being dramatic."

"My arm still hurts," he said, pulling a face. Nudging him on the same spot my dad had earlier, I snickered, "Maybe you shouldn't have gone on a rant about his weight and eating habits during football seasons being the reason for his high cholesterol."

"I was trying to be helpful. He asked for my opinion." "You could've phrased it better though." Spencer shrugged. "Okay, noted. Next time I'll simply lie to your dad."

"Stop being petty," I cooed. "He was thankful for you explaining it to him. He just doesn't like to be criticist and put on a diet."

Chuckling, he rested his hand on my thigh. "It was great seeing them though. I- I like when your mom treats me like family. She's very nice. Your dad too, except for hitting me, I mean."

Like I did the night before, I laid my hand on his. "They like you, that's why they treat you like this."

"I really envy you, hun," he mumbled, voice growing melancholic. "I never had my parents wait for me to come to visit them and cook for me like it was a holiday."

"Spence, your mom still gets just as excited every time you visit her."

He sucked in some air, grip on my thigh becoming stronger. "I wonder for how much longer." Frowning, I asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Watching the bobbing of his Adam's apple, I got cold shivers running down my spine as he said, "I haven't told anyone yet but... the doctors diagnosed her with having early-onset dementia. It will most likely progress into Alzheimer's disease."

I gasped for air. I loved Diana, she was actually the first one to start calling me Honey as if it was my name. Spencer had been so happy when he introduced us to each other and we had gotten along great, even sharing our love for the same authors.

"Fuck, Reid," I whispered, not knowing what to say. "I- I'm so sorry."

"It is what it is. I'm looking into a lot of studies and programs right now, maybe there is something we can do while it is still in its beginning stages."

He tried sounding so brave and optimistic about it, everyone other than me would've fallen for it without a doubt. He only had his mother, and to think she could forget him must've been terrifying.

"I hope so, Spence. I really do, but if-" He instantly interrupted me. "Let's not talk about it, Honey. Okay? I- I still have some time with you and I don't wanna waste it by crying about my life."

I nodded, returning his fake smile, but strengthening my hold on his hand. As he pulled over, parking near a park, I looked at him confused.

"Surprise," he smiled. "I- I don't get it."

Spencer chuckled, reaching behind him and pulling a blanket from the back of his bar. "We still have a little time before you have to be at the airport and I thought we could use that time to have a picnic."

"That's so sweet of you," I said, taking the blanket while he took some more things from the backseat.

"I originally planned on eating some croissants to this, but your mother made sure that I can't eat for the next couple of days," he laughed, lifting a bottle of champagne and two plastic cups.

"You got us champagne?" I asked excitedly, making him nod. "Only the best for you." "Kiss ass," I giggled, getting out of the car.

Sitting under a tree, close by the small lake, this was definitely more romantic than any of my dates had ever been. It was also very peaceful, since it was a business day, we basically had the park all to ourselves.

We had drunk half the bottle, thanks to my mom feeding us before, not having become tipsy of it but it still made it feel like we were having a lazy afternoon together.

Laying on my back, I let the sun warm up my skin, sighing happily, "This is the life."

Against his germophobic nature, Spencer laid down next to me, staring at the clouds. "It's really nice today. I wish every day would be like this."

"My days are. You should come to visit me. I bet you'd never want to leave," I suggested, having him lay on his side so he could face me.

Our eyes met and his knuckles moved to my cheek, gently stroking it. He looked at me almost in awe and I began to feel the same whirlwind of butterflies in my chest, I had felt years ago.

I watched him closely, noting how at one point we both began looking at each other like we had the last time he had laid next to me.

"Sometimes I still think about our conversation," he whispered, using the same codeword we had used when agreeing to have our one-night stand.

"Spencer..." I whispered in surprise, wondering if I had just misheard him.

He quickly sat up, me following him into a sitting position. His face became redder than a beet. "I- I know we agreed that it was just- just that."

"I think about it too," I admitted, and his eyes went wide while I quickly looked away ashamed, drinking some more champagne and taking in the view.

I didn't know what I had expected, but it hadn't been Spencer's voice becoming raspier and more confident when asking, "Like when you tried not to be alone with me last night?"

Of course, he had noticed. Freaking profilers, seriously.

As I looked at him again, putting my cup aside, I threw all my hesitations aside and told him the truth. With a burning hot face, I told him, "Like when I'm with someone else."

"Why?" He asked in reply, coming closer, looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

"Because they don't make me feel the way you did," was the last thing I could breathe, then his lips were on mine.

Our kiss quickly became hungry, not one second it seemed like one of us had any second thoughts about ruining our friendship right then and there.

"I couldn't keep my eyes from you since the moment you came home," Spencer growled between steamy kisses, his hands moving under my long sundress to the place that desired him the most.

His lips began nipping on my neck, causing me to moan and rock against his hand that was circling over my clothed clit.

"S-Spence..." I whimpered, remembering where we were and beginning to look around.

"Shh. It's okay," he cooed, placing butterfly kisses on my cheeks on lips. "Nobody's here but us."

Letting my head fall back, I let out a risky, loud moan while he pushed my panties aside, entering me with one of his fingers. "That's it. Good girl."

I whimpered at the praise coming from his lips, feeling myself pulse around him as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of me.

"You're still as tight as I remember," Spencer chuckled darkly, withdrew his finger, and took the slick digit into his mouth, sucking it clean from my arousal. "And just as sweet."

I watched him doing so as if it was the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed. When he let go of his finger with an audible popping sound, my lips instantly crashed on his. Feeling his tongue against my bottom lip I allowed him into my mouth, tasting myself on him.

Groping my breasts through my dress, he shoved me onto the blanked, taking place between my legs as my long dress revealed my thighs. Spencer's hands were everywhere. On my hips, my breasts, my butt, and my stomach. He was digging his nails into my flesh with such lust-driven brutishness that I yelped excitedly.

When his weight left me, I watched him stand up and help me up. "Come here," he said.

An ominous smile was plastered on Spencer's face as he grabbed me by the shoulders and roughly pressed my back against the tree we had been sitting under.

Gasping, I watched him opening his belt and pants, pulling every item of clothing down just far enough to free his erection. I whimpered in excitement as he grabbed my right leg, making it hook around his hip, supporting it with one hand while the other pushed my panties out of the way again.

Slowly having him entering me to the hilt, I cried out. The memory of his size had not been enough to prepare me for reality.

"Fuck, I missed you," Spencer moaned with a dirty grin, resting his forehead against mine.

He began moving, grinding his teeth while I tried my best to swallow my moans. The risk of getting caught had us both on the edge while his animalistic, deep thrust started to make us delirious.

With his free hand, Spencer pulled down my dress, exposing my breasts to the warm summer air. Leaning down, he began sucking on them harshly, moaning into my skin. I was barely able to keep my eyes open, solely focusing on his cock pounding into me and the bark of the tree scratching the skin on my back.

"Keep your eyes on me, Baby," Spencer ordered, straightening his back and starting to rock hard enough against me that with every thrust, my back hit the tree behind us, knocking the air out of my lungs. "Watch me while I fuck you."

I whimpered, feeling tears run down my face, "Sp- Spencer..." I didn't even know what I wanted to say, just felt like I needed to say something, anything, while he was making me his over and over again. All of my senses were on high alert and it was almost too much for me to handle.

Cradling my cheek, his forehead moved to mine again, he had sensed my emotions. "Shh. It's okay, Baby. Just look at me," he cooed with this familiar tenderness in his voice, pecking my lips so gently while pounding my cunt so brutally.

"Can- please- Can I come?" I begged between moans, unaware of what had possessed me to submit to him and seek his permission.

"Of course, [y/n]," he answered, hips snapping forward. "Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel."

Clawing myself into his upper arms, my orgasm washed over me, legs shaking so hard I barely managed to keep standing. Spencer's grip on my thigh and the tree behind me hindering me from sinking to my knees.

I didn't care for much else anymore, only hanging in there and watching Spencer fall into bliss with my name on his lips, head falling back, and exposing his sweat-coated throat while coming deep inside me, hips rocking out his orgasm.

From further away, we could hear people talking, voices becoming louder as they came closer. He quickly let my leg down, pulling out of me and tucking himself away. Pulling my dress back in place it thankfully covered me instantly.

"Here," he said, handing me a tissue and I swiftly cleaned as much of the mess between my thighs as I could before pulling my panties back in place.

I sat back down onto the blanket, drinking some more champagne while Spencer followed me in sitting down but solely stared at me.

"Do- Should we get you some plan b or...?" He asked after a while, sounding a little bothered by our thoughtlessness.

"I'm on the pill," I answered, starting to feel the aftermath of our conversation. It was awkward between us. Nodding he mumbled, "Oh, okay," before taking his own cup and taking a sip.

"These conversations seem to become our goodbye ritual," I whispered jokingly, squishing my cup a little to have it make at least some noise in this awkward silence.

First Spencer didn't answer, only gazing at me, then he exclaimed. "I'm in love with you."

"What?" Was my instant reply, although I had understood every single word. I had known about his feelings, knowing about my own but I had never thought to hear him confess them to me.

"I'm in love with you, Honey. I've loved you since the moment I met you and never felt differently towards you. I know it's really bad timing, but I wanted you to know," he repeated himself more thoroughly.

This put a hold on pretending our sex hadn't meant anything. It filled me with warmth and this giddy contentment. Therefore I answered, "I love you too."

He looked at me stunned, "Really?" I nodded. "For years now."

"That- That is- Wow. That is amazing," he giggled, cupping my face and kissing me with more love and emotion than I had ever been kissed with, even by him.

As he pulled away, he pecked my lip one more time before saying, "Let's be together." "What?" I asked, the giddiness starting to fade.

"Let's be together," he said again, even more determent. "We spent enough time pining."

I sat away from him, "I don't think we can." "Why not?" Taking a deep breath, I said, "I am not moving back here."

Spencer still smiled, nodding understanding, "I- It's okay, we can do this long-distance until you're ready to come home."

Home. I knew this was a mistake.

I shook my head. "No, Spencer. England is my home now. I will not move back here."

His smile dropped, hand running through his hair and bottom lip shivering, "But you said you love me."

I tried to ignore that this was the point where our hearts broke. The desperate whines in his voice felt like a knife to my heart. Of course, I loved him but I had to put myself first. I had spent too much time finding myself and my place in the world to just recant all of it.

"You said you love me too. Are you going to move to England with me?" I asked, making him shake his head and answer bitterly. "You know I can't. I have my work here, and my mother."

The desperately in love part of my brain tried to come up with a solution that would let us be together, but there was only one that came to my mind.

"Are you happy here?" I asked him. "What does that have to do with it?" He replied confused and frustrated.

Swallowing hard while fighting back tears, I said, "Everything. Think about all the bad things that happened to you over the years, working for the FBI. If you want us to be together, you'll have to move to England."

"Not all of us can simply run away," Spencer muttered passive-aggressively, making me answer with the same pettiness. "I didn't run away. I built myself a new, happier life and moved on."

"I will not quit the FBI and move to England," he yelled at me. I echoed the loudness in his voice, "And I won't come back to DC."

Lifting his hands in resignment, he concluded angrily, "I guess we can't be together then." I nodded, "Looks like it."

And then silence. Glass cutting silence. Our eyes were filled with un-cried tears, just staring at the other and hurting. This had been exactly what I had expected, yet, it still hurt.

We would've been better off as friends, but like children, we had naively tried to stretch the boundaries of the word. Had played with it like with a rubber band that lastly snapped.

Checking his watch, Spencer stood up. "We need to leave. Don't want you to miss your flight," he said calmly.

That was it. The damage was done.

"Kay," I mumbled, getting up as well and quietly helping him pack our things.

*****

We sat in Spencer's car in complete silence. It wasn't like there was much left to say. For five minutes, we were at the airport. It was time for me to go home, to let the ocean divide us again.

"What can I do to make you stay?" he asked me calm but desperate. "There's nothing, Spencer," I answered.

He chuckled heartbrokenly, "I guess loving each other isn't enough." At his voice cracking into a sob, I said, "I'm sorry."

"I should've told you sooner." We looked at each other, tears running down our faces. "That wouldn't have changed that I wanted to leave, Spencer."

It wouldn't have. We would've just suffered like this way sooner.

"I don't think we should write to each other anymore," Spencer said, and I wished it would've surprised me. But it didn't. This was the punishment for our carelessness. "I- I don't want to pretend that being your friend is enough for me."

I nodded, licking my lips. "Okay. If you feel that way..."

Opening the car door, I couldn't bring myself to look at Spencer again.

As I swung my legs out of the car, he mumbled, "I love you, [y/n]," through tears, I couldn't turn around.

"I love you too," I replied, getting out of the car and grabbing my luggage from the trunk.

He didn't drive off instantly but waited until I was inside to do so.

The whole flight home, I cried silently to myself, my panties soaked in his cum to remind me of how foolish we'd been to believe that our actions would not drag grisly consequences after them.

*****

"Dear Spencer, It is funny, it feels like we've broken up although we never were a couple.

Every moment we spent together, I always thought that it wasn't the right timing for us, but maybe there just simply is no right time. Maybe we just played with fire, spending those intimate moments together, although knowing what we felt for the other, and by being so daring, we burned ourselves.

You're still my best friend, part of the reason I am who I am today. So, please know that I hold no grudge against you for deciding to end our contact and will always be there if you need me.

Should you ever feel like you are no longer happy in DC, my door is always open for you, just like my heart is, and there will always be a place for you to stay. If not, I wish you all the happiness in the world.

I love you. Always have and always will. – Honey"

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Not Agaaain! - Or, Hawks Will Have To Choose Twice Over

Large parts of this meta are taken from a conversation with the always-wise @aspoonofsugar, who is herself not a huge BNHA fan, but keeps up with it mostly so that I can blather to her constantly.

I think I’ve already been quite clear that I think it an odd narrative choice to teaming up with the hero commission to save Dabi. While the text has strongly indicated Touya will be saved eventually, I don’t quite see how the top three heroic symbols can play a role.

Shouto himself to Enji that he cannot earn his family back through being a hero, but instead by being a father:

Like, does anybody think Enji should be able to have it all--the esteem of heroes and the commission and his family? When the entire narrative has set it up as either/or, as a choice Enji will have to make since he made it previously and chose... poorly?

Even in this chapter, Best Jeanist is focused on what to say to the public, not on, you know, the actual revelations. It’s a focus on leaving the past in the past, because “things are different now.”

Except that attitude is precisely what Dabi was calling out:

And it isn’t only stated by Dabi, but by Natsuo:

And also by Deku himself:

Which isn’t to say that isn’t where Dabi’s arc will probably go eventually (moving on) but is to say the wounds from Dabi’s past are still very much festering, and literally so.

You gotta treat these wounds, not leave them to heal on their own, because some wounds are too deep to heal on their own. Touya most likely fell into the wrong hands after burning in the forest (Ujiko seeming a likely suspect) that might have fixed him up in the present, but did nothing to address the actual circumstances that led to him self-immolating in the woods. He needs to learn emotional regulation and have his pain acknowledged, not ignored (the symbolism is again very literal):

So how do we do this? Because the heroes right now seem to be sweeping things under the rug again which worked so well the first time. And maybe this is supposed to happen and we have to suspend disbelief because BNHA is kinda like that sometimes. But I’m not so sure, and frankly I hope not because it’s... not awesome writing, and I’d like BNHA to be well done.

So how does this connect to Twice and Hawks? Well, Hawks is clearly thinking about Twice in these panels:

However, Hawks still isn’t realizing his own role in what happened; it’s simplistic and self-centered, which has kinda been Hawks’ thing since his introduction.

Hawks directly states that he’s projecting onto the Todorokis this chapter:

Now, projection isn’t necessarily a bad thing, and I don’t doubt he sincerely wants to help his mentor. I do doubt his rationale. To quote Sugar-chan,

instead of fixing his own issues, he is trying to fix his childhood idol. I think the revelations about Endeavor have actually shaken Hawks, but he is not acknowledging them.

He’s not getting to the route of his own problems: the hero commission exploiting him and his own choice to kill Twice.

Let’s examine why Hawks seems to have latched onto Twice so hard. They have quite a bit in common: they grew up traumatized and impoverished, but one had their quirk lead others to save them and one did not. Twice was also mentally unstable and believed he was the cause of the League’s problems (self-centered in a sense, but not in a negative connoted way); it sounds not only similar to Hawks, but to Tomie. I mean, he legit makes Twice the exact same offer the hero commission gave him and Tomie.

Hawks killing what represents the part of himself that wasn’t saved does not typically indicate good things in terms of character development. Unlike when Enji killed High End, Twice is not Hawks’ negative qualities, but is instead also his good qualities. Hawks even says he wants to be like Twice:

Hawks’ having killed Twice might very well impede his goal to help the Todorokis. Dabi and the League don’t have any reason to trust Hawks and have some very good reasons not to; double-agent role aside, Hawks offered a chance to Twice and then when Twice didn’t take it (because Hawks wasn’t actually listening to what Twice wanted: to save his friends), Hawks stabbed him in the back, quite literally.

Dabi was even there for that; why would he trust Hawks is genuine? Why would he trust his family if they’re working with Hawks?

There’s little indication that Hawks sees seeking to save Touya as anything different than his quest to save Twice, and writing-wise, he kind of shouldn’t. Hawks has had absolutely no consequences to deter him from following the same route. Unless the past only dies for Hawks or he’s gotten from Point A to Point B of realizing the past matters offscreen (since he’s literally said it doesn’t since his introductory chapter):

Given the prominence of Twice’s death (not just in the narrative, but it had a volume cover devoted to it; you’d think it’d be pivotal) this does not seem like awesome writing, so I’m going to assume that this is setting up a future conflict for Hawks rather than resolving one.

So what happens when Dabi refuses to be saved, which seems almost certain to happen? (Also for people who might be nervous about that: rejecting redemption several times is a staple of a redemption arc.) What will Hawks do then?

How will that differ from what Shouto would do? (If Shouto’s endgame would be to follow Hawks’ lead, then it doesn’t make much sense to have Hawks admiring Shouto instead of the other way around, nor for a character introduced halfway through to demonstrate how to solve the problem midway through the story when killing villains isn’t really new or unique).

Unless Hawks gets those consequences, why would he make a different choice than the one he made last time he was driven into a corner?

#bnha meta #mha meta #bnha 303 #mha 303 #hawks #takami keigo #hawks icarus theory #todoroki shouto #todoroki touya #todoroki enji #todoroki natsuo #best jeanist #dabi #twice #bubaigawara jin #bnha theory #mha theory

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geo-winchester · 3 years ago

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Hi luv it’s me agaaain, oh my god I’m soo exited w your respond at my request, I find writing difficult to me so I read and if there was any chance to make part 2, where they reveal their relationship and then the pregnancy to the avengers (especially her father, yea he’s gon be a 🤏mad, but he’ll get over it) And with number 16 on ur prompt list with fluff,

And I wanna say thank you and that I’m proud of you, since no one have ever said that to me so I know that people need that🙂

Send love🤍

THE RING

Prompt: 16. “what are you doing?” Takes a picture “Changing my lock screen”

A/N: hi love, I’m so glad you like the other request, again I’m sorry this took me a while and that maybe it’s a little short but I change of area in the hospital and it’s a little harder than the old area so when I’m done for the day I’m really tired, but I hope that you like this one and thank you for your love and support I hope you have a wonderful day!! Lots of love💙💙

HIM

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-Yn…- your father stood in the door, still in shock at what he was seeing, you jump from Bucky’s Bed, both of you look at Steve surprise and feeling guilty about it.

-Dad it’s not what it’s look like…

-Really cause it seems that my best friend was kissing my daughter- he said angrier.

-Ok, it is and I know that this seems bad but… I love him- you told him.

-Steve- Bucky said -I know this isn’t what you want to but I promise you that all my intentions with her are good, I love her and I’m going to take care of them- Steve look at him confuse.

-Them?- he said confuse -are you pregnant?- he finally asked you, when you nod, he didn’t said anything he only leaves the room.

-Well I think this could have been better- you said sitting again on the bed, he took your hand.

-Don’t worry- he smiled trying to comfort you -He’ll get over it

-What if he doesn’t, I probably screw up everything between you two and I finally have a father, I don’t want to loose it because I date his best friend.

-Hey- he make you look at him -you won’t lose him, he eventually calm down- he clean the tear on your eye -and for me, you don’t have to worry about me, because I’m not going anywhere, you’ll have to deal with me for the rest of your life.

-Promise?- he nod before he kiss you.

You like to say that your father calm down sooner than you thought but it’s been weeks since the day he found out, the rest of the avengers act like they were surprise of the news but then you found out that they have a bet, most of them have the suspicious about you two, and they were happy they won. Bucky was happy that he can have you without any secret. You look at the mirror you notice how your belly was starting to show up, you smile then you saw Bucky in the door as he held your phone.

-What are you doing?- he took another picture of you smiling.

-I’m changing my Lock Screen- he said -now I can put something I really really like- you laugh he bring you to his arms.

-Your such a dork.

-But you like it.

-Yes I do- you said.

Both of you were interrupted by Steve, he was standing on the door, he was looking at the both of you, Buck kiss your temple before he left giving you space. Steve sit beside you on the bed, they didn’t say anything for a moment, he was trying to find the correct words.

-Yn, I’m sorry- he said, you look at him -I know I should be doing this weeks ago but… your my kid, I don’t want that anything bad happen to you, I trust Bucky but I don’t want you to got hurt.

-I won’t- you said.

-I know- he said -it’s just that I panic.

-Why?

-I just got you, I never new what I miss until you get in to my life and I freak out because I was afraid to lose you.

-Dad- you said -You won’t lose me- you chuckle -I was afraid you’ll hate me.

-I could never hate you darling- he said as he hug you and kiss you -Im happy for you honey, and I’m excited to meet my grandkid- he giggles -God that feels weird- you laugh- I know that Bucky is outside waiting so I’m going to leave you alone.

-Dad…- he turns to you -I have an appointment tomorrow and Bucky have to deal with something, would you like to meet your grandkid?- you could see the excitement in his eyes.

-I love to.

When he leave Bucky get inside the room and lay next to you and put an arm around you and place his hand on your belly, he took the book next to the nightstand.

-So it’s time for your kid’s story time- he nod, he love to read to the baby.

-So, everything with Steve is good?

-Yes- you said -He’s going to go with me to the doctor’s appointment.

-I’m really happy he’s going- he said -before we do anything else, I need to ask you something- you look at him -Do you like my eyes- he said making you laugh, you took the book from his hands and read the tittle.

-I think I haven’t read this- you open it and a ring fall from it, you look at it before you look at Bucky -What?…

-This ring belong to my mother, I gave it to Steve when I went to the war, he keep it for me for all this time- he said -I know I should do this before but I want to spend the rest of my life with you…

-Bucky…

-Would you marry me?- you nod.

-Yes, of course I will marry you- you said before you kiss him -wait… you say that my father have it…

-Sorry but I’m an old school, I need to ask for his blessing- he said with a smile.

-I really love you.

-I’m glad you tell me, I have some doubts- he jokes making you laugh -I love you too, doll.

#bucky barns x reader #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female oc

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flamingredanon · 3 years ago

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He's terrified. Hands shaking as they hold onto right, his sweet ruby, while they both hide. Everything went wrong and it went wrong so fast. Another crash echoes nearby and he feels himself be pulled closer in response. There is no fighting this. If they're lucky they can hide and maybe survive.

But reginald has never been very lucky.

....

It started with henry vanishing on a heist. The new chief had done it before so reginald wasn't too worried, but he did have right do some looking. Just in case. And then he gets a call from the wall and apparently that's where henry was. Time was rushed so a good escape plan couldn't be made and they had to wing it.

And henry fell.

Reginald tried to catch him. He swears he did....but his gloves were wet from the snow and shaking from nerves and the other slipped. Henry fell...Henry died and it was reginald's fault.

He was in a fog after that. People whispered in the corridors (strange how the wall caught him, weird how the plan was so improvised, no one was there did Henry really slip) but he didn't hear them. Right helped. His dear ruby helped and he got reginald focused again.

Henry wanted them to reach the stars didn't he? He seemed so excited. Like they were calling him. Reginald could do this. Finish the plan and once they're in the stars....once they're there grief can follow. But grief wasn't all that followed.

Something else...something inhumane, chaos coated followed.

....

Before he muted his earpiece he was hearing evacuation plans. That a good half of those made it out....he doesnt want to think of the ones that didn't. About the parts of the station that had to be sealed off. Another crash (closer so close) and he feels right shaking against him. The other's cybernetics started glitching with the large amounts of chaos. They are both helpless.

The door to their hiding place is ripped away.

Chaos fills the room and brings new fear. Reginald is near hyperventilating and his grip is bone white on Right. His ruby's parts are sparking and a whimper escapes as fear and pain override his want to be silent. Two chaos tendrils wrap around them and pull them apart. Together but separate they are dragged to a familiar form.

"Fooooound yooooou twoooo....I misssssed yoooou booooth"

The form looked to be that of Henry, his snow white hair and pale skin, but those lifeless purple eyes and twisted smile said otherwise.

Reginald shook in fear as "Henry" hugged him and then Right, giving them each a kiss as he started walking back to what would of been their room.

The Toppat Space Station had started warping because of the sheer amount of chaos "Henry" was emitting, changing to a twisted chaotic version of what it once was.

"I am sooo glaaad I fooound yooou twooo! I waaas geeeting worrried I wooould neeeveeer seeee my loooves agaaain!" "Henry" happily chirped, Right and Reginald not knowing what to say but giving Henry a big smile, trying not to get on "his" bad side.

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It had been several days since Reginald and Right were found, and while "Henry" did treat them like royalty, they both knew that this wasn't the shy young man they fell in love with.

Reginald felt hopeless, knowing there was no way out of the Space Station now and no way to escape.

But Right was deep in thought, recharging his cybernetics and only letting out a curious hum ever so often.

Reginald eventually got curious and got close to Right, thankfully "Henry" was in another part of the station and wouldn't be back for awhile.

"Love, what are you up to? You seem so deep in thought and I know when you get like this, you are thinking of something." Right gave a small sigh as he held Reginald close.

"I think I know how we defeat that chaos monster and save Henry at the same time." Reginald turned to look at Right with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"It seems that the natural chaos energy inside Henry took over when Henry hit the water, preserving Henry from death. Well whoever saved Henry and gave him cybernetics probably didn't know that his chaos energy was in charge, and thus the energy has an almost renewable resource now."

"The chaos energy most likely thinks that it is Henry now, and it isn't relinquishing control back to Henry. So we need to disable Henry's cybernetics long enough to drain the chaos energy and letting Henry get back control."

Reginald was surprised with how much Right knew, but with Right having his own breed of chaos energy, it did make some sense.

"So Righty, what do we need to do exactly to save Henry, our little Henny?" Reginald held Right's hands as the two began to think, plotting out an idea and facing this chaos together.

#lizzyask #henry stickmin #right hand man #reginald copperbottom #chaos #chaos energy #possession #death #cybernetics #tentacles #prisoner

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just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot · 4 years ago

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A Disasterous Loaf-Life

“Bread”

@weweregoddesses

Pairings: Romantic Dukexiety

TWs: Swearing, Remus being Remus, Sexual Innuendos, Phallic Shaped Bread Creatures, some angst but not too much, Pretty Brief Heated Makeout, mentions of a parasite that affects humans, Implied Sexual Activities Post Fic End (no actual sex tho),

Summary: Two Pining Dumbasses Make Bread.

(This is so long I just got super carried away)

“Remus, is there a reason you’ve kneaded your dough into the shape of an ass?”

Virgil watched with a fond sigh as the man next to him proudly stood over the booty bread he’d lovingly crafted over the last ten minutes.

“Not really,”, Remus cackled, raising his hands, “Except for this!”, and with that, he brought down his hands in a flurry of obscene slaps to the fake rear. Virgil maintained his composure for all of a minute before he had to physically restrain his snickering.

God dammit, this fucking guy! Thirteen years and Remus was still the one person who could make him laugh like the world wasn’t watching.

“Well, when you’re finishing pulverising your Glutenous Maximus, are you gonna finally tell me what you’re actually shaping your loaf into this time?”, Virgil snarked affectionately.

Remus rolled his eyes; his emo dork was spending far too much time with Patton lately.

“Same as the last time we did this, duuuh.”, he retorted, as if that were common knowledge.

Virgil’s eyes widened, “.... You’re not serious.”

“As serious as Naegleria Fowleri.”

“.. as what?!”

“Y’know, that fucked up brain eating amoeba that they found in that one Disney water park-”

“NEVERMIND!”, Virgil hastily shook the thought away as he tended to his own dough, “Don’t tell me, I’ll have nightmares for weeks...”

The hoodie clad mad looked Remus up and down as he folded his own purple dyed dough, “.... Are you really going to attempt the Cocktopus again? Seriously?”

Remus shrugged, already forming the eight ‘tentacles’ in stunningly graphic detail, “Why not? You’re making purple bread again, why don’t I do the same?”

Well, he had him there. Really, Virgil had gone to make his bread purple without even thinking about it. Perhaps just being next to Remus after all this time had subconsciously brought him back to that same summer day they’d spent in the kitchen side by side making bread together. Virgil could hear his mother’s old junkbox of a radio blaring Redbone’s Come and Get Your Love while he and Remus slung flour at each other and danced about in their socks trying not to slip.

Being back in the same house - now passed down to him - making bread once again with Remus brought back so many memories and emotions. Most of them good, though as he looked over to the man he still loved absolutely going to town on his bread sculpting, Virgil couldn’t help but remember how much guilt he still harboured; he’d never expected Remus to kiss him out of the blue back then, but Virgil also hadn’t expected to silently run off to his room to calm down, only to find Remus had left.

Not just his home, but his life. Virgil hadn’t wanted to face Remus, unsure of how to handle his feelings, but seeing the moving sign on the Duke family’s front lawn that next week as he watched the moving van leave just that little bit too quickly for Virgil to say goodbye had plagued his mind more often than he cared to admit.

A gross, gooey wetness on his cheek hauled him back to the present, only to realise Remus had finished a surprisingly glorious cocktopus and had slathered some of the egg wash on his cheek.

“Earth to Tickle-Me-Emo, you good??”

Virgil would’ve socked him in the arm if Remus’ concerned smile didn’t send his heart racing too hard to consider it. He wiped the mixture off his cheek, only mumbling back at Remus as he formed his purple mix into little loafs, “I’m fine, just stop covering my face in slimy shit.”

“..... Okay, now I know something’s up. You never leave me room for innuendos like that.”

Not even waiting to clean the residual flour off of his hand, Remus softly reached out and Virgil anxiously awaited the touch on his cheek.

But it never came.

He watched as Remus seemed to course correct and he used his thumb to draw a line down his forehead, whispering, “Simbaaaaa-”

“Okay, fuck ooooff!”, Virgil had snorted, fondly swatting at Remus.

“Come on, Virge! You looked like you were gonna blow a blood vessel, how could I not diffuse the tension a little?”, Remus snickered, though the silence that followed wasn’t so comfortable somehow. Virgil struggled to place it until he noticed Remus’ expression falter. He didn’t get the chance to ask what was wrong before Remus spoke up,

“This was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

A cold jolt shuddered along Virgil’s spine, rattling each vertebrae as it went.

“What’re you-”

“Why’d you invite me over, Virge?”

Truthfully, Virgil knew exactly why he had invited Remus from the outset; he wanted to see him again, drown in his presence, hopefully find out that he was single and still just as in love with Virgil after all these years as he was with Remus. But once Remus was there, single and right in front of him, he’d panicked - what else was new? - and resorted to turning their meeting into a catching up between old friends.

But people who are just friends don’t dream about being held by their friend at night, don’t fantasize about a future together, don’t lay awake at night regretting not having just taken the chance to be more when they had it.

They also don’t stare at their friend’s gorgeous toned body every chance they get, but that felt a little too pathetic to admit on top of everything else.

Virgil wasn’t aware of how quiet he’d been until Remus spoke again, “Here I am, thinking maybe you might want me back in your life for good, maybe even like me back if I was lucky....”, Remus paused forlornly, an expression that didn’t suit him in the slightest, “But even now you’re still anxious around me. Which, I mean, I get it. Why would you like me back after I just kissed you out of the blue like that-”

“But why would you want me-?!”

His voice wasn’t meant to come out so high pitched and whiny, but Virgil was more focused on trying to process what Remus had just said. Remus liked him still. After all this time. And yet, Virgil’s brain was still trying to ruin it.

“Remus, you… look at you!”, he gestured to all of him, “You’re still a fucking weirdo but you’re stupidly hot!”

Virgil kicked himself mentally, his hands raking through his hair and nails scraping his scalp, “Ugh, no! I mean! Fuck, Remus, I’ve been in love with you all this time! I haven’t even LOOKED at another guy in these last thirteen years, because whenever I even think about finding someone to settle down with, the only goddamn thing I can think about is how much I only want you-!”

The clattering of a knocked over kitchen table was the only warning Virgil got. Then all he could focus on was Remus’ arms wrapping around him, his breath cool against his neck.

“Then why’d you never tell me, you asshole?!”, Remus murmured against him.

Virgil wondered if he imagined the soft noise of relief Remus let out as Virgil hugged him.

“Because I’m the worst-”

“No.”, Remus cut him off, pulling back a little to give him an unimpressed look.

“No-?”

“No. Try again.”

Ah. It’d been years since Remus took this approach with him.

“,... Because I’m stupid-”

“Try agaaain.”, Remus droned, prodding one of the little purple loafs Virgil had lovingly been shaping from a circular loaf into a spider before all of this began.

“Dude, don’t poke my spiders-”

“Or what?”

Virgil narrowed his eyes, unable to stop the quirk of a grin, “Don’t you dare-”

Remus narrowed his gaze, grinning as he plunged a finger into another spider loaf. Virgil tried to stop him all the while Remus cackled and kept dotting them with holes. Finally, Virgil conceded,

“Fine! I was scared, okay-?!”

The silence hung heavier than both men anticipated. Virgil would’ve found Remus stopping dead with his finger shoved into the spider loaf’s ass hilarious if he wasn’t too busy shaking with nerves.

“I was scared.”, he repeated, quietly dropping onto one of the chairs around the table, “I liked you so much back then too, but emotions are the fucking worst when you’re a kid and I was still trying to work shit out.”

The scooting of a chair let Virgil know Remus had sat down too.

“My anxiety just got worse the longer I couldn’t see you, but every time I thought about facing you, I just kept thinking “well, he deserves better anyway-!””

Sick of hearing Virgil self deprecating further, Remus all but hauled Virgil into his lap, their faces inches from touching, eye contact unbreaking.

“Virge,”, Remus purred barely above a whisper, “I mean this in the nicest way possible..”

The way their lips brushed over each other send shockwaves along Virgil’s spine, “But shut the fuck up.”

The scrawnier man didn’t need to be told twice. The second Remus’ lips pressed against his own, Virgil had no intention of breaking the contact until he needed air. Not that he’d mind suffocation if it was Remus’ lips doing the smothering. His left hand threaded itself in Remus’ hair while the right held onto his firm bicep. Fucking hell, Remus had never been this solid when they were kids. Since when did real, unphotoshopped people have muscles like these-!?

All of a sudden, Virgil couldn’t care less as Remus’ hands caressed his hips, earning a gasp Remus was more than willing to use to deepen their kiss. He got no complaints from Virgil who reciprocated the intensity of their kiss with no hesitation. It’d already cost him thirteen years with the man he loved, Virgil wasn’t about to hold himself back anymore.

…. Okay maybe he should have held back a little.

A surge of panic jolted him free of the makeout headspace when he felt himself tipping back. Right, they were on one of the kitchen chairs. A chair meant to only support one person. Thankfully, Remus noticed and leant back. Instead of Virgil toppling to the floor, he wound up on top of Remus on the floor, hissing as his knees made contact with the tiles.

“Fucking hell-! Oh shit, Remus, you okay-?!”

Remus groaned and scrunched his eyes at the pain. Virgil immediately feared that Remus had done himself a serious injury, however the man he was using as a seat cracked an eye open and sighed theatrically,

“Well, at least I’m gonna die with a raging boner.”

Virgil sighed. He was fine.

“Come on, let’s get these dumb loaves in the oven and then you can be horny all you want-“

Remus didn’t waste a second. He barely gave Virgil a second to get off of him before he was up on his feet. A gasp made Virgil take a break from dusting flour off of himself.

“MY COCKTOPUS!!! IT’S DEAD!!!!”

Well, that’s not a phrase you hear everyday. Sure enough, when Virgil followed Remus’ gaze, the poor phallic sea demon he’d constructed had deflated somewhat; it’s many ‘’tentacles’’ had fallen over and flattened while the head of the beast was beginning to sag. Virgil was about to tell Remus to leave it be when he noted how genuinely upset Remus was.

Sighing, Virgil rolled his hoodie sleeves up to his elbows once more, “Alright, you can fix it, and THEN we’re making up for lost time..”

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... I have no excuses for this one, the idea came and I ran with it.

Special thanks to the ever wonderful and talented @accidental-sanders for helping flesh out this whole thing with me <3 Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account @cateye-glasses @fandomsofrandom @patton-cake @does-this-look-logicality-to-you @justalittlecorrupted @irritating-lady-knight @katlikethesword

#dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #virgil #remus #this is so fucking dumb #and i LOVE it #please do read the tags #and shoutout to my always wonderful partner for helping me nail down the plot #and for screeching COCKTOPUS in all caps #I know you love these boyfs so #I hope this lives up to what you hoped it'd be like #my fics

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legendary-cookies · 4 years ago

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It's that time again

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Wind, to Timekeeper when they first move in: Being stuck in a house full of children is not that bad.

Timekeeper:

Wind: [looks over to see the others screaming and running around while the kitchen is is on fire]

Wind, sighing: It is awful.

~~~~~~~~~

Wind, pissed: Oh, f*ck me!

Fire: Gladly.

Wind: What

Fire: What

~~~~~~~~~

Ananas: H-

Pitaya: Ssshut up.

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Wind: I am tired.

Fire: Go take a nap or something.

Wind: Good idea. I am going to go take a nap.

Fire, startled: Wait, what?

Wind, leaving the room: I am going to go take a nap.

Fire:

Fire: Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?!

~~~~~~~~~

Wind: There are no snacks left in this kitchen. Time to go grocery shopping.

Fire: I am literally rIGHT HERE

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Fire/Timekeeper: I have a plan but I need someone's help.

Moon: [spins a wheel with all their names on it]

Moon:

Moon: DE it's your turn.

DE: D*amnit!

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DE: Ananas is locked in the storage closet and it won't open.

Pitaya: That'sss great-

Millie: gives Pitaya a look

Pitaya: I mean- Oh no... We have to get Ananasss out of there...

~~~~~~~~~

There are two types of people

DE, bumping into a table: Watch where you're f*cking going!

- - - -

Millie, bumping into a table: I am so sorry!-

~~~~~~~~~

Sea: I'm cold.

Moon: Here, take my jacket.

- - - -

Wind: I am kind of cold.

Fire: WHAT?! [takes off jacket] I told you to bring more layers but of course you didn't listen- [piles scarves on Wind] -and now look, I've got to make sure you don't freeze to death! [takes Moon's hat] How long have you been cold? You should've said something sooner!

- - - -

Moon: I'm feeling cold.

Sea: Well damnit Moon, I can't control the weather.

~~~~~~~~~

Sea: Can we talk about fish?

Moon: Of course we can.

Sea: They think they're better than me.

Moon: How dare they.

~~~~~~~~~

Pitaya: Ananasss is right.

Ananas: D-did you just?- You agreed to what I said? Oh my Millennial Tree...

~~~~~~~~~

Fire: I may or may not have set the kitchen on fire...

Sea: What?! What were you even trying to do?!

Fire: I- um... I was trying to make myself a bowl of cereal...

~~~~~~~~~

Ananas: How come you've been abnormally nice to me lately?

Pitaya: What do you mean?

Ananas: You seem nicer than usual.

Pitaya: I'll punch you in the face of you want.

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Moon: [gets 8 hours of sleep minimum each night] I am so awake and ready for the day! The sun is beautiful and I am so happy to be alive!

Wind: I have had 30 minutes of sleep for the past five days and now I can smell sounds. Please kill me.

~~~~~~~~~

Wind: I used to have a lot of standards.

Wind: But then this chaotic demon of a cookie-

Wind: [gestures to Fire somehow setting water on fire]

Wind: -managed to drop kick them out a window and take their place.

~~~~~~~~~

DE: Hand me a bottle.

Timekeeper: No.

DE: Timekeeper.

Timekeeper: But-

DE: Timekeeper, you've drank five bottles of wine and it's not even noon.

Timekeeper: Ugh, fine!

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Moon: ...Do you ever feel

Fire: Like a plastic bag

Sea: Drifting through the wind

Moon: Wanting to start agaaain?

Wind: Yes.

Sea, concerned: Are you okay?

~~~~~~~~~

Ananas: Pitaya's been nice to me lately.

Millie: Isn't that good?

Ananas: No, it's scary.

~~~~~~~~~

Wind: What the hell are you doing?

Fire, drawing a pentagram: Oh, you told us to satanize the house.

Wind: Sanitize.

Moon, putting down candles: Oh.

Fire: Oh.

#incorrect quotes #sea fairy cookie #moonlight cookie #fire spirit cookie #wind archer cookie #millennial tree cookie #dark enchantress cookie #pitaya dragon cookie #ananas dragon cookie #timekeeper cookie

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grimoireofwritings · 4 years ago

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Hiii again!! I cant get enough with ur writing. Please if u dont mind making one., again? UMM where Langris is very jealous to the black bull bcoz his s/o (fem) (a member of black bull) and shes very close with them. Or just along the lines? Thank you agaaain!!

Hello again my dear!! No need to apologize, you can send in as much as your heart desires. I am deeply sorry this is sooooo shamefully late. Chronic health difficulties have gotten a bit complicated lately and I'm trying to be more consistent with this blog. Hopefully the scenario was worth the wait!

Also I headcanon William is the squad's therapist on many occasions, you can't change my mind 💀

Scenario: Langris Vaude's fem s/o is in the black bulls.. and he's jealous!!

No matter how much he pushed the aching itch at the front of his mind away, or brushed aside the little intrusive thoughts he experienced day by day, sometimes even going so far as to manifest them in little growls of frustration and the tightening of his jaw... Langris Vaude was failing horribly... Miserably, even, to set aside his personal emotions regarding the whereabouts of his partner.

She... With those gorgeous (e/c) sparkling hues that always lit up at the sight of something she loved.. and the way the sunlight often glimmered so flawlessly against the soft sheen of her hair - was far too beyond his reach for his comfort. Not only that, it completely wracked at his nerves on a daily basis.. that he... That person.. got to see her and her beauty far more than Langris ever did.

His brother. And the black bulls in general. So unworthy of her presence, her stunning grace. Not only that, he knew about his damn brother. And even he had to admit that he'd be a blind fool not to recognize such a gorgeous woman in his proximity. Considering that shameless flirting habit, it made him grit his teeth knowing that Finral was inevitably wooing her on a daily basis. Beyond his control.

"Does he even realize how lucky he is to be graced with her mere presence?? So undeserving.."

This had been Langris' current obsession for about a month now, and it haunted him, even going as far as losing sleep against his own will. It was getting to the point that he was grinding his teeth and mumbling to himself, much to the dismay and terror of his subordinates as he passed them by in the HQ's long hallways... Probably fearing for their lives being so close to his dangerous aura, permeating off of him like a toxin.

But after one last all-nighter of complete mental torture, he was done in, he had finally caved. It took a lot, and I mean a shit load of stress to force Langris into swallowing his pride. Something he was about to do that morning.

He knew Captain Vangeance was up, even at this ungodly hour. The man seemed to enjoy getting up at the crack of dawn to get a head start on his work load, for the sake of having spare time in the evenings to tend to his private garden. Yet here was he, concerningly deep and dark bags under his eyes, as he paced and debated with himself outside the Captain's door to his office, feeling held back by his own dignity on the line to actually knock.

Eventually though, his choice was made for him, as his mumbling was interrupted by the door opening up. There was his Captain, the same trademark amiable smile on his face as he appeared before him, seemingly in a bit of a preoccupied hurry. He halted completely though upon spotting his Vice Captain, raising a brow, before his expression immediately faltered into a look of concern at the sight of Langris appearing so unhinged. Was something going on that he had failed to notice?

"Langris, good morning. You look troubled. Is there something I can help you with?" He tilted his head expectantly, a friendly and welcoming look in his eyes behind that mask of his. Langris bit his lip.. somehow the open offer made him feel even more on edge than he'd expected. Geez.. why did his Captain have to be such an insufferable softie??

Giving a few reluctant grumbles, the shorter spacial mage gave a slow nod. "Yeah... I came for some.. advice" he said, begrudgingly managing to spit out the last word distastefully. And to his slight surprise, Vangeance didn't hesitate to give a nod and he opened up the door to his office, offering the space for the two of them. "Of course. Step inside."

There was a bit of an awkward quietness as they did just that, Langris being sure to avoid eye contact - as he instead focused on the sensation of a crisp breeze passing by through the opened windows and the faint scent of the flowers William cared for in his office. It brought "life" to the space, the Captain had said.. it had made Langris scoff.

He watched Vangeance approach his desk, but instead of circling around to take a seat, he settled for leaning back against the wooden mahogany top, letting it support his weight. "Alright. What's on your mind?" He asked. It honestly sometimes amazed Langris how the Captain managed to speak in a way that was both gentle and calming, yet straightforward and confident.

"I... Have.... A girlfriend..." He started after an agonizingly long pause. Each word seemed so painfully difficult to force out through gritted teeth. But after another few passing moments, the image popped into his tormented mind again. Finral... That ridiculous, stupid, idiotic grin on his face as he flirted in the most unbecoming, disrespectful way to his precious y/n. And that was it - his resolve broke. And his insecurities became less important than his need to vent.

"She's with the black bulls. She's a magic knight under Yami and... Sometimes I just get so pissed off that my damn good for nothing brother gets to spend far more time with her than I ever can. I'm so busy and swamped with work here that I hardly even have time to make plans.. and take her on dates. I want to treat her with the respect and care she deserves, but.. I can't. And that makes me afraid."

He was gritting his teeth, utterly humiliated as tears began to prick his eyes. Why? He figured it was probably because he hadn't actually talked about his feelings with someone in ages. Perhaps he'd repressed more than he realized.

"Afraid she'll abandon you for something or someone else..?" William prompted gently. And Langris nodded. "Yeah.. I mean, my brother. We all know he was the one out of my family that our peers preferred. I was better, I was praised, I was rewarded on a materialistic level for talent. But I was never.. liked. In the way he was. With that whole soft hearted sensitive guy display. She's around him, all day, every day.. and I just... I..."

He finally cracked a bit more and planted his face in his hands, unable to finish. Completely destraught. And he was forced in that moment to face his own inner ugliness - the insecurities and jealousy he felt so much shame for harboring at all.

William gave him a brief moment, both to ensure he had finished saying all he needed to express, and to truly consider those words. He hummed. "I see. It seems this is something that's been deeply disturbing you and impacting your health, even. A very painful and helpless situation, by the sound of it. It pains me to see you so destraught, Langris."

For a moment, as Vangeance removed his mask and placed it neatly beside him, Langris mistook a look of sympathy and empathy in those eyes for something as disgusting as pity. And he snapped, making an impulsive remark in his state of frightened vulnerability.

"Whatever. As if you have any experience with women to begin with, what with that face-"

He halted abruptly before he could finish. No, that was unacceptably harsh. "I apologize." He mumbled, a moment later. William Vangeance sighed deeply, brushing off the remark. It clearly stung but he was far more concerned about his underling than himself at that moment. "You're forgiven, Langris."

The Vice Captain began to shuffle and twitch nervously, this was going so much worse than he even thought possible. But that changed with William's next words.

"Langris. I think you ought to have a little more faith in your partner's judgement, and her decision making. Despite all the time she spends with the black bulls, and your brother, she still chose you, above them. She developed those special feelings for you, and at the end of the day, you are her person.. the person she loves. Trust that judgement of hers, and that she hand selected you for a reason. Women are smart like that, they hardly waste their time with someone they aren't interested in. I am positive she cherishes you, and thinks of you, every day."

He smiled, and even approached his subordinate with a warmth in his expression. "I think.. perhaps it would reassure you to reach out to her, a bit more. She understands you have a lot of responsibility, but with women, I've definitely perceived that they appreciate even the smallest gestures immensely. Send her hand written notes, flowers, or even sweets. Whatever you know she likes the most, and would appreciate as a gesture of affection. It will remind her that you're thinking of her, and likewise, I'm positive she will respond to you in a way that provides you some peace of mind. Rekindle that romance, and maybe even.. consider opening up to her about your feelings, like you have right now."

Langris interrupted, shaking his head stubbornly. "No. Then she'll know how weak I am" he stated. Vangeance chuckled, his smile softening. "Hmm.. I disagree. I can garuntee you that she will perceive such vulnerability as trust. She'll see that you trust her integrity to confide in her. That will strengthen your relationship with her more than anything else. I promise.. just try it once, and tell me how it works out."

Langris puffed a sigh through his cheeks. "Fine... Fine. Fine." He repeated the word, each time a bit more in defeat. "Listen.. I'll try it, but only because I'm desperate. And because I want to, not because you told me to."

With that, William held back a grin of amusement, and he nodded in satisfaction. "Of course. Hopefully, that will help you out. But besides that.. I think I'm going to give you some time off. Go see her, and spend some quality time by her side. I think it would do you some good."

Langris raised a brow, seemingly a bit confused. "But Captain, all my work-" he was interrupted by a hand, that was held upwards with a sense of finality. "No buts. Besides... Your quality of work is suffering anyway due to your current state of health. I'd rather you go take care of yourself first, then return to finish up your tasks properly. Until then, I'll take care of things. You have my word that everything will be fine."

Langris took a few long moments to ponder this, and his Captain's gesture. He started to realize more and more, working alongside Vangeance, why his squad was so fiercely loyal to him, and that their team was so successful to begin with.

"Alright. I'll accept your offer. Vangeance..."

He glanced up at his Captain sheepishly as he followed the scarred man towards the exit of his office.

"Thank you. Very much."

#langris vaude #black clover imagine #black clover scenario #black clover #scenario #william vangeance #the golden dawn #golden dawn

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nothingseemsquiteright · 3 years ago

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I was tagged by @starryy-sky, thank you agaaain ❤️

1. Why did you choose your URL?

Because back in the TVD days, I was a Beremy shipper... yes I like to suffer.

2. Any side blogs?

No, my blog is a mess and I’m happy with that.

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

I think I started my blog in 2013.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

Yes, it’s “all for one and one for queue”, comes from my The Musketeers days.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I’m not sure, probably because I thought the first blogs I discovered here were nice and it seemed fun so I told myself why not have my own blog.

6. Why did you choose your icon?

Because I love W.I.T.C.H but choosing which character was difficult.

7. Why did you choose your header?

Because the picture is pretty.

8. What's your post with the most notes?

I’m pretty sure it’s my Mia Thermopolis moodboard 😊

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I don’t know, I have a few 😇

10. How many followers do you have?

334.

11. How many people do you follow?

325.

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

I’m not sure what it means... 😶

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

Way too often sometimes.

14. Did you have a fight with another blog?

Never.

15. How do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?

Idk... sometimes it makes me not want to reblog it.

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes 😊 Even if it can take me days to do them.

17. Do you like ask games?

Yes I like them too but when I try to reblog one I very often don’t have asks so... now I hardly reblog them 🙈

18. Which one of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

I have no idea! They’re all famous to me 🥰

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I love everyone 🥰 of course @wcameasromans is the one with whom i talked the most here and i love her with all my heart, but i love all my mutuals and seeing you on my dash always makes me happy, even if we don’t talk 🥰

i tagged: @wcameasromans ; @kaoriz ; @habibialkaysani ; @youwereneverminex ; @allstarzachlavine ; @hyp-no-tic ; @all-souls and again, if you want to do it, go for it 😊

#thank you again <3 #sorry it took me so long tho #tag stuff

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honestlyitsjustsam · 4 years ago

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As someone who’s never played Dragon Age, why does no one like Cullen? I’m genuinely curious 🥺

So lemme give u a small recap

So there are people who can use magic called mages and sometimes if they are not careful they can be possessed by devil spirits and become abominations, religious dudes say hold up we cant let that happen and train templars who are supposed to neutralize mages if shit goes side ways

But of course that religious place is afraid of mages and dont want to be humane so they lock every mage in a tower and “educate” them and have templars as their handlers those templars can kill a mage and say shit like oh they were gonna be an abomination uwu had to protect myself, so basically they are the authority in the tower (some also sexually assult or even rape mages becasue they know mages cant do shit they are the hated group there)

So in the first game if your warden is a mage they start the game in that tower (tower name is the circle) and Cullen is the templar “responsible of” you if you are a fem mage the dude has a big ass crush on you. He says some annoying shit like uwu i wouldnt want you to be an abomination but if you do i have to kill you uwu im sovvi uwu

You become a warden and leave tower later in game the tower is taken over by some mages turning into abomination and basically killing everyone you arrive and you see cullen trapped in a magic box or some shit (there are a lot of plot points around how abomination are abomination blah blah but im too lazy to write it now lmao im just gonna tell u about why people find him annoying) anyway some shit happens and he tells you to kill every mage cuz every single one is a danger blah blah (also he says his mind is occupied by a desire demon,they are basically sexy demons that make you see someone you desire like succubus) personally i didnt kill anyone and saved everyone and once you save the circle everything is kinda normal again but cullen is filled with mage hatres because of the whole circle killing and stuff

Anywayyy in the second game you see his dirty ass again and agaaain hes a fuckin templar and hes again terrified of mages he says some shit like mages arent people like you and me (to my mage hawke duh) they are dangerous we cant let them run freely or blah blah who cares also he is brainwashed by the templar commander called meredith without critically thinking about given task yuck

And in the third one guess what...the mage hater is baaack and he is you advisor now one thing hes not a templar anymore but his disgust for mages arent nearly over one time you gotta chose between mages and templars to recruit and he INSIST on gettinh the fuckin templars than mages because he still believes that he cant trust them

And boyaa he is one of the love interest in the game girls swoon over him cuz hes shy and uwu blushes talking to your inky the problem here is however that if the ink is mage he accepts them(as if its progressive or whatever) but stil STILL hates mages in general like he can sleep with a mages but still doesnt like rebel maged in the inquisition thus he didnt have a proper redemption arc or character growth in game everyone likes him now because hes hot and you can fuck him in a bed or someshit

I tried to be more open to his character in inquisition because the first 2 games made me find him annoying as fuck because i love playing as a mage 🧙‍♀️ but the core problem is the fandom people who wany him to fuck their inky(or maybe even themselves lol) and they make it so unbearable to like him because they are so toxic and attack you with their friends ahshshshsh over anon questions or call out posts

In the end cullen is annoyingg because in game he had so little growth and the fandom is trash 💕

#no one will read this ahhshshsh ai #anon asks #cullen critical

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delightfulstarlightparadise · 4 years ago

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Imagine Katsuki Bakugo/Reader part 5

Previous part here:

Once again I remind you that English is not my main language. I am doing my best.

Also, there is a while since I last watched or read BNHA and some stuff might be outside of the anime's context.

You and Bakugo are now dating, you've had a very intense next day to your first kiss, training against each other. Aizawa saw you fight against him and for a slight moment he shows he is proud of you.

While studying with Bakugo, he explains to you that he thinks you are one of the most promissing heros he'd imagine, if only you were not so worried about your scars. You tell him about your insecurities with them, Bakugo says he likes them nontheless. You have your first night together.

When you open the door of your room, ready in uniform, the unexpected presence of Bakugo makes you let go a shriek. You blush at the sight of his red eyes.

"Hi." You say in a whisper.

"Let's go?" he says, kissing you in the cheek.

He had gone there to take you to class with him. You can barely get yourself to look at him straight, once it makes you remember his every touch on your skin the night before.

People seem surprized to see you arriving together, there are whispers full of questions coming around. Kirishima is clearly giving you thumbs up and Mina giggling along with Sero and Denki.

Aizawa takes one look at you and another at Bakugo to realize what is happening. It seems you will have some explanation to do.

When the class is over, your Uncle asks you to stay.

"So, are you going to tell me what is happening?"he asks.

"Bakugo and I we... we... it... it happened you know. I... I don't know what to say uncle. I am very sorry." you stutter.

Aizawa stares at you with a serious expression. You shrink as it seems you are going to get lectured again.

"Just don't let your grades fall." he says and grabs his sleeping bag. "And don't go soft on him in those trainings. He will kill you."

The moment he stands up you give him a hug. He freezes but then, taps you gently on the back.

The days go by as they were used to going, Mina coming to you to gossip, Sero and Denki taking to with them to do whatever dumb things they usually do, Kirishima taking you to their gaming sessions.

But every morning Bakugo comes to take you to classes and, during the time you are alone together he holds you close to him, gently, and sometimes kisses you when you are not expecting.

You have things in common that you didn't know before. You like some bands in common, and you think it is pretty cute how Bakugo still collects CDs and how excited he is when he shows them to you. Actually, you love his face when he is excitedly talking about anything, he looks like a little maniac, with that obsessed smile, but it is still cute.

How he is going to be the gratest hero of this time. How much he loved that new song the band launched. When he shows you tricks with his drumsticks. When he talks about strategy classes or the new workout he and Kirishima had come up with. When he teaches you how to play his favorite videogames. When he puts music for you to listen with him on the earphones.

There are so many things Bakugo likes talking about.

He also likes listening to you about the things you like. He always looks at you and asks more about them. (Which things are these? Take some time to picture it)

Every Saturday you go to the movies together and on Sundays, you train.

Bakugo wins most of the matches you have, but you do defeat him a couple of times. He always gets really mad at these, but he also congratulates you after giving you a cold shoulder for a couple of days (he never stops coming pick you up for class though).

Things continue like this perfectly until the finals get closer and you have to focus more and more in training and studying. You do it together, but don't get much time to spend on simple things that you enjoy doing. But you need to keep your promise to Aizawa.

"DAMN IT THIS FUCKING STRATEGY EXERCISE!" You scream, throwing your book to the other side of the room.

Bakugo stops what he is doing and smirks. He loves it when you get furious like this. He says it makes you pretty.

"What is up?" He asks taking his earphones off.

"This stupid exercise. I DON'T KNOW. I don't know how to solve this fucking situation." you say rubbing your eyes in stress.

Bakugo stands up and grabs your book to take a look at the exercise you were talking about. He, then, sits next to you and proceeds to explain.

"Elemental quirks have limits. It is easier to make the person overuse them and lose control or not being able to use it anymore, than it is to fight them straight up. I don't know what is your difficultty in this. This is actually what you do to me when you..." Bakugo swallows his breath and let go a grwol. "Win."

"Hmm, I see now." You say, letting go a sigh because now it seemed pretty obvious.

"You are just tired." he says, lifting you up in his arms. "Why don't we lay down a while? To rest."

He knells on the bed, while smiling at you.

"Yeah... to rest." you answer with a small giggle.

...

"I CAN'T BELIEVE WE ARE FREE!!" Kirishima screams excitedly, untying his tie and throwing it up.

"Say it for yourself. We didn't pass... again." says Denki leaning on Mina and letting go a sigh.

"Agaaain" she cries, putting her head down.

"Bakugo got the second best grade in the class!" says Sero, putting his hand in Bakugo's shoulder.

Bakugo seems to be exploding in rage while looking at the final results.

"Who got first place this time?! Midoriya or Todoroki?" asks Kirishima rushing to see the sheets.

"None of us." says Todoroki coming from behind you. "Y/n did. Congrats." He says, turning to you.

Midoriya comes to you, his eyes shining, but you are not certain if he is about to cry or if he is really happy about something.

"Congratulations." he is sobbing, he is probably going to cry. "Co-could you tell me what was the answer for question 2.4?"

"IT WAS C!" screams Bakugo, pulling you away from him.

"Actually... it was E." you say kind of embarassed.

You are pretty sure you've just seen Bakugo's soul coming out of his angry mouth, and also Midoriya's from his bubbly eyes. Actually, Todoroki also seemed to be pondering in disbelief.

"It... it was a tricky question." you say, trying to make Bakugo let go of your arm, but he is holding you really tight.

"Hey, I got this one right too!" you hear Kirishima yell, followed by an explosion, which was Bakugo furious about it.

He stomps away burning with rage.

"Hey, y/n." Midoriya calls you before you have the chance to go after him.

"Yeah?" you ask.

"So, we are thinking of celebrating the end of the semester in the city, eating some ramen, would you guys like to come too?" he asks.

"Us?" you stutter.

"Yeah, you and Kaachan. You are dating right?"

Your face turns red and you feel the impulse of running away. You really thought you and Bakugo had been doing a nice job in hiding it from everyone elese, but it seems you were really wrong.

"Of course they are coming too!" Kirishima says. "Bakugo loves spicy ramen, he wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Nice!" Midoriya says with a big smile.

"Bakugo and y/n are dating?" You hear Todoroki ask Midoriya as they leave.

"I was not sure until now." he answers with a giggle.

Damn him! He tricked you right.

...

Bakugo seems to still be giving you that silly "cold shoulder" he does when you beat him in anything.

You, him, Sero and Kirishima are walking around the buildings trying to find the restaurant Midoriya had told you about, but he doesn't seem to be actually good with directions.

"Dumb hair! Where the fuck are we?!" Bakugo asks infuriated.

"I think... i guess... in that direction... well..."you pity him trying to understand the map in his phone.

"We came from there!!" Bakugo screams and lots of people look at you.

You don't really enjoy having people looking at you when you are not wearing your special suit. You tend to always wear it, but Bakugo convinced you to wear some fresh clothes once the heat of the summer was really high.

When he sees you lifting your collar and crossing your arms to avoid the scars, he silently puts his arm over your shoulder. You smile as this makes you feel protected.

All of a sudden you hear the sound of glass crashing and ambulances coming rushing in the streets. People are screaming and running in every direction, and this gets you and Bakugo separated from the others. You are pushed by the crowd to a blocking.

There is a huge skyscraper burning in flames on the other side. The police holds people behind while the firefighters try to put it out but unssucessfully. Heroes are coming in and out of the building carring people, but you can see so many of them by the windows screaming for help.

"There are not enough heroes!" you hear someone scream.

"Look! There is Endeavor!"someone yells.

You see that giant man coming out of the building carring four people on his shoulders, and taking them to the paramedics. They cry and thank him but he doesn't stay to listen, he runs back to the building.

You see heroes coming out from windows and doors with rescuees. Mt Lady is using her hands to pick up people who are in higher floors, but the building is bigger than her.

"You have to tell her to step back! Her wheigh can cause the buiding to crash!" you hear a firefighter telling another hero.

Someone flies to her and she shrinks and starts crying.

"This is a mess." you hear Bakugo say. "Wait is that..."

You turn to the site he is looking. Yeah. Those are who Bakugo thinks: Midoriya, Todoroki, Uraraka, Tsuyu and Iida are there helping take people out of the building.

"Fucking Deku!" he screams, transpassing the police blocking with a jump.

"Damn it, Katsuki!" you say, following behind.

Bakugo doesn't listen to anyone screaming for him to stop, he just runs right into the bulding.

"What the fuck?! How come do you guys are always in trouble like this?" You ask Todoroki, having heared about all the things that had happened to class 1-A before you arrived.

"Welcome to the team?" Uraraka says with an erratic smile.

"We should not be doing this, we should not be doing this, we should not be doing this." You hear Iida saying while fastly coming in and out the building with people on his arms.

"We were passing by. They need all the help they can get. My f... my f... Endeavor, asked us to help. There are other civillians helping too, some guys from other classes, people with helpful quirks the other heroes know, we won't get in trouble this time." Todoroki explains to you. "You need to help, your quirk can take you places other people are not being cabable to reach."

You stare at him and sigh.

Fuck. Aizawa is going to kill you.

Last part here:

#bakugo imagine #bnha imagine #bnha fanfic #Katsuki bakugo #bakugo fanfic #bakugo and reader

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