#ever since i learned how to roll my R's i can do way more stuff

[retaurd]

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[slxtarchive]

helllooo can i get a Colby Brock x femreader imagine where the reader and colby are friends and they both have feelings for each other but are too shy to say anything and one of them ends up confessing?

𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 ✦ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. you thought it was another regular hang out with your best friend colby until suddenly one sentence changed everything ...

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. none just the anxiety of telling someone how u feel and minimal kissing :3

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. ty ty for this request i really wanna do more with snc and it can even get a little r rated so lmkkk smirk smirk...hope u like this!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 1900+

ding ding

you heard your phone ring from your room. you were currently in the kitchen fixing yourself up an açaí bowl which you had been craving for the past week.

colby :3: hang today?

you smiled just at the notification.

god, what had he done to you?

you: sure why not i have nothing better to do :/

colby :3: wow you sound so excited

you: omg yes colby brock i would love to hang out with you it would literally make my life 1000000 times better

you looked up from your phone and found yourself literally beaming at your conversation.

colby :3: that’s more like it, pick you up in 20?

you: yeah that’s good can we get food before too plsssss

colby :3: anything for you

you loved his messages and clicked the power button on your phone to turn it off. you set it down and processed your literal two-word conversation.

you were extremely in love with that man.

for the next twenty minutes, you basically did nothing since you were already ready for the day. you went ahead and put your açaí bowl in the fridge to save for later and spent the rest of the time bouncing your leg in anticipation for colby to send you that ‘here’ message.

knock knock

you groaned hoping it wasn’t those kids playing ding dong ditch again.

you open the door ready to go off but instead, you feel like you’re dreaming because in front of you was the most gorgeous man ever.

“here.” he said smiling and letting himself in.

you quickly recovered and rolled your eyes. ��oh come in why don’t you.”

you closed and locked the door feeling your heart reach an unhealthy speed but kept it cool.

“where’s sam and why isn’t thee here,” you say done on one of the stools next to the counter.

“thee had to do some work stuff i don’t know what but he seemed very eager to get it done.” he stood on the opposite side of where you were sitting on the other side of the counter. his arms out in front of him leaning on it. his sleeves were rolled up slightly and you saw his veins popping out a bit.

you couldn’t help but stare.

“so is it just us today or what? please say no,” you said jokingly.

“it is and you’ll love it.” he said. “you ready to go.”

“yes sir i’m starving.” you grabbed your house keys and your purse and paced to the door. before you could open it colby was already there opening it for you.

“after you.” he opened the door widely enough for you to get by. as you were walking out though, his hand placed itself on the bottom of your back leading you out. you turned around to lock the door put bumped into him like an idiot.

“fuck, sorry,” you said picking up the keys that you had dropped and looked up making eye contact with him. his hands were on your waist and you could tell instantly because they felt like they were burning.

“it’s okay.” he smiled down at you. his pointer finger touched your chin a bit but then his facial expression faltered. he cleared his throat and moved out of the way for you to lock the door.

you went and locked the door then followed colby to the elevator. you both got in and pressed L.

“so what’s the food choice.” colby said with his arms crossed.

“mmm chinese?” he shook his head. “pizza?” shook his head once again. “mexican?” again. “italian?” again. you tilted your head in annoyance. “colby what do you want to eat.”

he looked down and smiled then learned his throat. “ummm let’s do…chipotle?”

“perfect”

you were lying in colby’s bed eating your chipotle bowl as colby was as well. you both were laughing at the show you were watching and every now and then you’d bawl up next to him and bury your head in his shoulder when the joke was funny enough.

“i’m so full.” you blew a breath out resting your head down.

“me too.” he said taking both his and my bowl and setting it on his end table.

you shifted to make yourself more comfortable and to maybe scoot closer to him.

gosh, you needed to stop.

you didn’t want to ruin anything. you knew how you felt about him plain and simple.

it was hard to keep it a secret but if it meant keeping him around and not losing him you weren’t going to ruin it by telling him how you felt.

you snapped out of your thoughts when you felt the bed move.

“i’m so tired.” he yawned.

you looked at the clock on his bedside table.

11:42 it read.

“oh shit it’s late i should probably get going.” you said starting to sit up. his bed was so comfortable you hated the thought of leaving. totally not because you want to stay with him

“no no, you don’t have to you can stay.” he said as he took off his shirt. you knew you were bound to stare so you looked away pretending to check your phone.

“oh, are you sure i’m serious i can go.” you said getting up and grabbing your shoes off the floor but in one quick motion, he jumped across the bed grabbed your shoes threw them on the floor then pushed you down on the bed.

you made a thump and when you opened your eyes he was on top of you. “stay pleasee.” he dragged out. he was smiling down at you.

he looked so beautiful. it was like time stopped. you felt like you were being dramatic but seriously, it felt like you were under his gaze forever.

his eyes moved swiftly between your eyes and pink lips. at one point, he licked his bottom l,ip and his own eyes were trained on yours for a few seconds.

his smile faltered and you swore you could feel his presence getting closer.

“i…guess i can stay.” you whispered. not noticing how close he got to your face. so close to the point where a strand of his hair was hurting your forehead.

he got closer and you closed your eyes for a split second.

he broke the silence with words you’d never believe you would hear. “you’re doing crazy things to me y/n.” his voice was soft.

crazy things…

“like what?” your eyes flit between both of his.

your heart was beating fast. so fast you thought it was going to jump out of your chest and run away from you.

“you're on my mind 24/7. i never not think about you.” his hand moved to the apple of your teach caressing it softly. he then moved your hair behind your ear. “i want to kiss you so bad right now, but i don’t want anything to change.”

your eyes widen a bit at his proposal.

so he does feel the same about you? you were confused. colby never did anything that remotely made you think his feelings were being reciprocated…but his words right now are making you feel like the most special girl in the world.

“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have said that. i just couldn’t - you know never mind.” he started getting up. “just forget that happened um i’m gonna use the restroom.”

“colby wait.” you said but you werent looking at him, you were looking at the ground. you were too busy afraid of his gaze.

you heard his footsteps come to a halt.

“i…i never thought you’d feel the same way about me” your eyes started to tear up because of how emotional you were becoming. you despised when you did that.

you stood up to face him and were met with his blue eyes practically piercing through your soul.

“look, every day since we met i knew something about you drew me in. you’re intelligent…sometimes. you have the best humor. whenever we hang out i have the best time. we click so well. you cheer me up everytime i’m sad or depressed.” you listed off looking down at your hands as you counted. you were too nervous to look at him. “you’re just amazing and im the luckiest girl alive to be able to call you one of my best friends.” you continued. making eye contact with nothing but the floor.

what a way to end it y/n. you thought to yourself.

you didn’t want colby to regret his words. the last thing you needed was to fall hard for him, even more than you have now, and for him to get over it in a week or two. you weren’t degrading your best friends' relationship skills (if that's what you call them) but in the end, you needed to focus on yourself and do what's right for you.

“i really don't want you to regret your words.” you started to ramble. “i like you and i love you. i don't know what kind of love i…i of course love you as my best friend but like each day i spend time with you i just i feel like im getting closer to falling in love with you but take my words with a grain of salt please because i…i cant lose you.” you felt like you lost your breath. as you tried to calm down you felt a pair of eyes burning into you.

you finally looked up and met those same blue eyes once again.

“please…say something colby. i just-“ before you could even finish your sentence colby raced towards you and swiftly held your face in his hands and your lips met.

you’d only dreamed of this moment. you never once thought it would come true.

as soon as you started to kiss back he grabbed on your waist causing you to thread your hands in his hair. the closeness was making you dizzy causing you to pull away.

when you disconnected your lips and opened your eyes colby leaned forward again neediness in his eyes.

“what are we doing colby.” you sighed your hands still wrapped around his neck in his hair and his on your waist trying to pull you closer.

“y/n, i want you now, tomorrow, yesterday, last year, next year i don't care. i just want to be with you. i love you and i want you to know that you would never just be a quick one-and-done relationship to me. i want to do this with you, please.” his words struck you by surprise. you were aware he implied all this earlier but yet you were still hesitant.

“promise me nothing will change.” you whispered with your head to his chest.

“i cant promise that, baby. but i can promise i will try my hardest for you. i want us to work okay?” the pet name made your heart jump.

god you really didn’t wanna lose him.

“you’ll still be my best friend right?” you looked up at him.

“of course.” he chuckled. “i need to be annoying you 24/7.”

you smile and laugh.

“i’ve always loved your laugh. you’re the most beautiful girl ever.” he said making you shy away into his shoulder. “you know that right?”

“you make me believe so.” you said.

he kissed the top of your head then brought his hand to your chin lifting your head up to face his direction. he then leaned down and pecked your lips.

you could get used to this.

“i hope you believe it because it’s true.”

© slxtarchive

[itslottiehere]

se telefonando (h.s) — one shot

hello beautiful people 🤍 welcome back! it’s been a while, but life’s been crazy so i couldn’t post anything for a while. but I'm back with this little blurb inspired by my vacation in tuscany <3 it’s not my favorite piece but I hope you’ll enjoy! please, let me know what you think, in your tags or in my asks! without further ado, happy reading!! <3

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tw: none, just fluff with no plot, a bit of pining ??

word count: 3.2k

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the tuscan countryside was speeding outside their car’s windows, a scenery of vineyards kissed by the august sun looking back at them. she insisted on driving this time and let him enjoy the ride: the wind blowing through his hair, and also the breathtaking view tuscany gifted to all of its visitors.

he didn’t argue, both because of the reasons just listed and the fact that she turned into a middle aged angry italian man whenever they were driving. to hear her usually soft voice cursing out in italian a driver who suddenly stopped and turned without putting on the blinker, never failed to make him laugh.

ever since he’s met her, he’s been learning italian: he learned the curse words first — which, he had to be honest, held a certain power — and bit by bit, he began understanding longer phrases and even managed to say some in almost perfect italian. almost.

“you have to roll the ‘r’, it’s a distinct sound, roll it!”

“we don’t have that! i don’t even know where to begin with!”

after a while he got the hang of it, still not perfectly, but way better than when he first started.

ever since the beginning, she told him that she didn’t really like when people mispronounced stuff.

“i know it’s a hard language, and i’m not asking people to learn it perfectly! just please, for the love of god, stop pronouncing ‘bruschetta’ with that “sh” sound! it’s pronounced with a hard sound, like an “sk” sound. it’s easy, i promise!”

and of course, he loved pronouncing it wrong to rile her up. that menace.

they were driving down the country road to where she planned they had dinner, a little music was playing on the radio. failing to find something she actually liked, she turned to him.

“H, would you mind putting something on from my spotify? there’s a playlist i think it’s perfect for this.”

her and her playlists. she swore she could master a playlist for every occasion; and she wasn’t half wrong.

the playlist was titled “20 going on 80”, which made him chuckle, and when he scrolled through it he understood why: it was filled with old italian songs, some he recognized, some he never heard before and some with a title a little too difficult for him to understand.

she spoke up again.

“can you please play ‘se telefonando’? it should be the first.”

he kind of knew this one, even if it was only the “se telefonando” part of it, but hey, that was still something.

mina’s voice filled the car, the windows rolled down and she placed her left arm outside the one on her side, her hand cutting through the wind while she sang at the top of her lungs the heart wrenching lyrics.

.

“se telefonando io potessi dirti addio, ti chiamerei.”

(if by calling you i could tell you goodbye, i’d call you.)

“se io rivedendoti fossi certa che non soffri, ti rivedrei.”

(if by seeing you again i could be sure that you aren’t suffering, i’d see you again.)

“se guardandoti negli occhi sapessi dirti basta, ti guarderei.”

(if by looking into your eyes i could tell you ‘enough’, i’d look at you.)

“ma non so spiegarti che il nostro amore appena nato... è già finito.”

(but i can’t explain to you that our love, just born... is already over.)

.

when the chorus repeated once more, harry looked at her and how she was singing that song with her whole chest, her whole body, almost lifting her hands from the steering wheel, as if she couldn’t stop herself from doing those movements.

once the song was over, she quickly looked at him.

“what are you looking at?” she asked him smiling.

“nothing.” he smiled back. “is she your favourite?”

“oh tesoro, you can’t ask me that! i can’t choose a favourite, it’s like asking a child to choose a favourite stuffie.”

“i think she is mine.”

“really? you like mina?” she inquired, quickly glancing at him.

“yeah.” he nodded, and then concentrated to get his next words out. 

“mina è la mia preferita!” (mina is my favourite).

he beamed when he saw her smiling at his phrase in — what he considered — perfect italian.

“that’s amazing! you even rolled the r’s!”

.

they kept driving around the italian countryside, the music still playing from the speakers and getting interrupted from time to time by the robotic google maps voice, telling her where to go.

“so now we’re heading towards Bolgheri, a famous village where a famous italian poet used to live during his childhood. he was actually the first italian poet to win a nobel prize, back in 1906.”

“ah look at you, giving me all sorts of trivia, my very own tour guide.” he smirked.

“oh shut up, they make us study this stuff since elementary school.” she rolled her eyes, but a little smile tugged on her lips.

they kept driving until they reached this beautiful road that lead right to the entrance of the village, both sides of the road filled with a straight line of cypresses.

“these trees are the subject of one of his most famous poems.” she gave him a side glance. “now, i wouldn’t want to put you in danger, but i know for a fact that if you get yourself out of the window you can get an amazing picture of the road. just saying.”

“and how would you know that?” he cocked his head to the side, the sarcasm clear in his voice.

“i may have or may have not done it once...” she paused, and he looked away. “or every single time i come here.” he snapped his head back towards her when he heard her continue, and chuckled.

“so, how am i supposed to do this without dropping out of the car?” he questioned.

“unbuckle your seatbelt, i’ll slow down and keep a grasp on your shirt. at least, that’s what my mum always did whenever i wanted to do that and i’ve never fallen out the car. it should work.” she said, shrugging at the last part.

“oh well, that sounds safe.” he answered ironically. “alright, let’s do this.”

she wasn’t half wrong, the view displayed in front of him was something out of an old movie. the warm august sun brought out the bright green of the cypresses, the little breeze caused from the car motion ran through his hair. he snapped a few pictures, but spent most of the time drinking the landscape in, relishing on the feeling of the sun on his skin and, also, of the hand death gripping his shirt.

he could understand why someone wanted to write poems about something so beautiful.

after a little while, he felt a little tug on his shirt, followed by her voice calling out loudly enough for him to hear. “it’s time to come in, we’re almost there.”

.

they strolled around the tiny village, with her stopping to every tiny shop to look at every trinket she could lay her eyes on. harry just looked at her fondly, not knowing how he got so lucky to be in one of the most beautiful places in the world, with one of its most amazing people.

“what are you looking at? see something you like?” she asked him, truth in her voice. she was really asking him if he wanted something from the stand, as if he wasn’t looking at it, standing right in front of him. he just shook his head no, so they bid their goodbyes to the vendor, and went back to the car.

“wait, weren’t we supposed to have dinner here?” harry turned to ask her.

“not in the village, some place very near though. i promise it won’t be long and that i’m sure you’ll love it.” she answered with a bright smile. harry quickly mirrored it.

.

the drive was shorter, but there was still time to listen to a little music. harry kept looking at her with heart eyes, not understanding how anyone who looked at her didn’t fall in love with her instantly, seeing her like this: the wind blowing through her hair, eyes covered by her old sunglasses – but he knew they were sparkling –, a smile gracing her lips while she sang at the top of her lungs “maledetta primavera” by loretta goggi. 

.

“why is she cursing out a season?”

“what the hell are you talking about?”

“doesn’t “maledetta primavera” mean ‘damned spring’?”

.

he kept thinking about it, how could anyone not be enchanted by her, but then he remembered that this, this version of her, was for his eyes only. she always told him how safe she felt with him, free to be herself at all times and just do whatever she felt like. it was always quite a good stroke to his ego.

once a new song started, he was surprised to see her smile fade from her face.

“what’s wrong?” he asked immediately, kind of afraid of the answer.

“nothing’s wrong, i promise! just can you skip this?”

“yeah, sure... can i ask you why?” it was the song of her and her ex partner, wasn’t it? of course it was, how could he have been so stupid, she was still-

“it’s stupid” she chuckled “it’s just that this is one of my favourite songs and i can’t be driving when i sing it. we are going to drive into a ditch if we do, and i would like to have dinner first.” she smiled.

“who knew that-” he checked her phone to see who was singing “- massimo ranieri turned you into a crazed fan girl.”

“tesoro, massimo ranieri is a poet. and “perdere l’amore” is the love song.”

“well, if you can’t sing it, can you at least tell me what is it about?”

“uhm, sure. it’s a bit sad, though.” she cleared her throat. “so basically it’s about a love story that ended — of course — and the consequences of it. how much you want to curse out the world, put your head through a wall because you’ve realised how much stuff you’ve done wrong and realised it too late.”

harry waited for a bit, then spoke. “ouch.”

“yep.” she nodded. “but cheer up now, we’re almost there.” she said while taking a turn into the parking area.

.

the place was absolutely beautiful: it was a sort of garden, with wooden tables under vine branches; the rest of the garden was filled with ground level tables where people sat on some kind of little carpets, so they wouldn’t get dirty. trees hugged the scene and the sun was setting, painting the sky a peachy pink colour. the whole image was straight out of a painting.

“H?”

harry shook his head at the call of his name, too lost in the scenery displayed in front of him.

“sorry, love. yes?”

she smiled. “i was asking you if you don’t mind choosing a place for us to sit and i’ll go in to order something for us? would you prefer red or white?”

“whatever you want, i’m sure i’ll like it.” he smiled back, watching her walk away. after choosing a table on the ground, he waited for her to come back.

he couldn’t ignore the pull of his heart anytime he saw her walking towards him. not when he’s picking her up after work, a bit disheveled but still beautiful; not when he walks into her home and sees her down the hall in her sweats; and especially not when she’s walking towards him, two glasses of wine in her hands, a white sundress hugging her form and making her look like a celestial being.

the sun behind her showered her in a warm, golden glow, painting her as if she were an angel. he was so lucky to just be able to look at her, he thought.

“there you go.” she smiled, giving him his glass. “you chose the best table, tesoro.”

his heart grew three sizes at the pet name: no matter how much she called him that, he would always feel giddy.

.

“what does that mean?” he asked.

“literally, it means “treasure”, but we use it like you could use “darling”, i guess.” she paused for a second. “it’s just so sweet, i think. telling people that you think they are a treasure, something you consider yourself lucky to have found, you know?” she looked at him, a small smile on her lips. harry thanked the gods above that the room was dark, or else she would’ve seen how his cheek turned a bright strawberry colour.

“and you’re mine. i’m very lucky to have found you.” she continued, not letting much time before adding. “alright, ready for harry potter and the order of the phoenix?”

.

“thank you. for this and for bringing me here, it’s lovely.” he said, grabbing her glass as well so that she could sit down. “i should’ve chosen a normal table, right? you and the dress on the ground doesn’t seem-“

“hey, hey. it’s perfectly fine, i wanted this table as soon as i saw it. don’t worry.” she smiled. “and you’re welcome, tesoro; i love this place so much. i’ve come here once before, but it’s even better now.” she said, fixing her dress.

“oh really? what changed? did they renovate or something?” he inquired, putting his chin in his hand.

“mmh, no. i just have the best company a person could wish for.” she smiled sweetly, and harry’s heart was doing somersaults in his chest. he was thinking about what to do or say to avoid any attention to his — now — crimson cheeks, when she saved the day.

“cin cin!” she raised her glass, inviting harry to do the same with a nod of her head. “that’s our ‘cheers’! and when you make the glasses clink, you have to look in the other person’s eyes or else it doesn’t count.”

he chuckled, shaking his head. “you guys have the weirdest little habits, i swear.” and man if he didn’t love all of them.

“hey! i don’t know why it is like that, but you need to! so look at me and clink your glass.”

she bore her eyes into his, looking deep into his soul. he’d spend his days looking into hers, those pools of warmth that always held a special softness whenever they gazed at him.

“alla nostra salute, a noi e alla nostra amicizia.”

(to our health, to us and to our friendship),

she said, raising her glass towards his.

harry repeated the words at his best, and clinked his glass with hers, looking deep into her eyes. afterwards, they both took a sip of their wine and of course, it tasted heavenly: she always had the best taste, even if he was the one supposed to know about this stuff.

after they placed their glasses back on the table, harry spoke up.

“it’s just so beautiful here, isn’t it?”

she nodded. “it absolutely is.”

“have you ever thought about moving back here?” he asked her, surprised he never did before.

“i mean, i left for all the good reasons, but yeah, i think we’ll move here once we’re old, right? once we don’t have to work anymore.”

harry felt his heart skip a beat. did he hear that right? “we?”

she took another sip, “yeah, we, of course. don’t you think we’ll live together when we’re old?” she looked at him, as if she was waiting for an answer. “we’ll move in a nice place here in the countryside, you can play music all day and i’ll finally have my garden to attend to and we will just live a nice, slow life, enjoying each other’s company. wouldn’t that be lovely?”

wouldn’t it? this is what his dreams were made of, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to have this.

was harbouring an all consuming crush for your best friend not the best idea? perhaps.

could he stop himself? absolutely not. especially not when she threw stuff like this around. she thought not only about their future, but their future together. and not in a “we’ll be old and maybe learn to play chess” kind of way, but in a “we’ll live together and get old together” kind of way.

how couldn’t he feel his heart sink in his chest when she said that she planned to have him in her life for that long?

the dinner was lovely, she ordered for the both of them and she nailed it, everything was absolutely delicious. they ate and chatted the whole evening, but when he saw her shiver a bit, he decided to speak up.

“are you cold? do you want to leave?”

at that, she shook her head. “no, i don’t want to go.”

“but you’re shivering, you’re gonna get sick-“

“but i don’t want to-“

“here, at least take my jacket, alright?” he stood up and went over to her spot, put his jacket on her shoulders, smoothing it over her arms with his hands (a poor excuse to touch her in some way).

when he sat back in his seat, he looked at her and decided that he wanted her in his clothes till the end of time. she snuggled in the jacket some more, burying her nose in the fabric and inhaling his cologne.

they stayed there a little while longer, the stars making an appearance, so clear to spot in the clear summer sky, being so far away from the city lights.

“ready to go?” he smiled at her, putting his hand in front of her to lift her up from the ground.

“always, tesoro.” she smiled back at him, accepting gladly his hand that hoisted her up, putting her right in front of him.

the light from the stars was reflecting in his eyes, making his pools of green shine even brighter. there must’ve been something in the air there in italy, because he somehow became even more beautiful. how’s that fair, she thought.

she smiled at him and wrapped both her arms around his left arm, snuggling against him. harry looked up at the sky, wondering how he could get so lucky. he walked towards the car with her clinging onto his arm as if he was going to disappear into thin air; kissing the top of her head, he spoke softly.

“vuoi che guido io, bellissima?”

(do you want me to drive, beautiful?)

she looked up to him, smiled and nodded.

once they settled in the car, she took harry’s hand and placed it onto her thigh, playing with the rings on his right hand. a gesture she’s done so many times, but in that moment, somehow, it felt different. he could feel a new flower of hope blooming into his chest.

“so, are you ready to hear me sing “perdere l’amore” till your ears are bleeding?” she turned to him, grinning.

he glanced at her, quickly bringing his eyes back on the road. flexing his right hand, he squeezed her thigh lightly.

“bring it.”

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[juliettedunn]

The Surprise Party (Part 2)

Part 1 can be found here

Part 3 can be found here

Part 4 can be found here

Part 5 can be found here

This part ended up both longer and darker than I thought. I’m a little nervous about it because Luz and Vee’s dynamic in this is largely made up by me; their relationship isn’t shown in Thanks to Them, so I had to base this almost entirely on Yesterday’s Lie, and how I think the issues brought up then might have built up over time. Especially since as much as I love Vee, some of what she said to Luz did bother me quite a bit and I wanted to address it. I hope you like this and feel that it works for the characters.

TW for ableism, including the r-slur.

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Luz shifted from foot to foot, already antsy. The group had taken the bus to the mall, and at the sight of it her heart rate increased. As a kid she had loved coming here and would always beg to get a new plushie at Build-A-Bear, but once she hit her teenage years and the mall became a hangout spot for her peers, it became a place of judgment and misery. 

Vee, though, was in her element. Gus was hanging on her every word as she explained all the fun times she had had with her friends at the mall. All the things Luz had thought she would get to do once she became a “cool teen.”

“Okay,” said Willow. “We’re all going to meet up at the…food jury, was it?”

“Food court,” Vee answered.

“And be careful,” said Luz. “Try not to talk to any teenagers you don’t know. Human teenagers are…intense.”

“Luz, they’ll be fine,” said Vee with a slight eye roll. “It’s not like human teenagers will kill you. You’re one of them!”

“Yeah…I guess.” One of them. Luz had never heard anything that felt more wrong. Sure, Luz guessed they were technically the same species as her, but it had never really felt that way. And she didn’t want to see her friends getting hurt like she had.

Amity laid her hand on Luz’s shoulder. “Luz, I was one of those teenagers you’re worried about. I think I can handle myself.”

Luz chuckled. “True, at least none of my classmates tried to get me dissected.”

Amity flushed bright red. “I told you, I never thought you would actually get dissected, it was so you’d have to admit you weren’t an abomination! Ugh, I’m sorry, I was such a jerk back then -”

“Hey, hey,” Luz took Amity’s hand in her own and gave it a reassuring pat. “I was just teasing. I know you’re not like that anymore.” She gave her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek. They had been doing this more and more over the past few weeks, and there was no longer that intense, nervous blushing that used to accompany it. In a way, though, Luz preferred it like this. It was nice to be able to be comfortable around Amity, to know she could give her a kiss any time she wanted, just a permanent fixture of life, as natural as waving goodbye to her friends before school. 

Well, it wouldn’t always be permanent…One day, Amity would be disgusted she had ever thought of kissing Luz. That, or Luz would disappear, and Amity would be sad for a bit but eventually move on. Luz had been thinking more and more about this inevitable end, but she tried to shake the thoughts off for the time being. She could enjoy the time she had with her girlfriend, right?

“See you soon, batata.” 

Amity and Willow set off together, and Luz put on a false smile as she turned to face Vee and Gus. “Alright guys, what are we thinking?”

“Actually, I’m already making my gift at home,” said Gus. “I’m just here for the ride.”

“Oh, what are you making?”

Gus pulled out the beaded dinosaur toy from his pocket. Its limbs were jointed and floppy, and Gus happily fiddled with them. “Camila noticed how much I like fidgeting with stuff like bubble wrap, so she showed me how to make these cool bead toys. She said she’s been researching some things and she learned it’s called ‘stimming.’ And I caught Hunter stimming with it too, so I’m going to make him one! But his is going to be of Orfos!”

“Uh…who?”

“Orfos! It’s Captain Avery’s pet husky in Cosmic Frontier. Hunter loves him.”

Luz clapped her hands to her face at how cute that information was. Hunter was such an animal lover; he was always asking to go with Camila to the vet to see the animals there. Luz had seen it in him from the start (he had almost instantly adored Flapjack, no matter how much he pretended he didn’t), but now that he was finally allowed to display it openly he had gone all out.

“Awww okay!”

“So, what are you thinking of getting Hunter?” Vee interjected. 

“I don’t know yet.”

“We could try Hot Topic? It has some cool T-shirts and things. My friends and I would always go there.”

“Oh. I guess I don’t really know the hip places so I’ll trust you.”

Vee laughed. “No one uses the word ‘hip’ anymore!”

“Okay, sorry.” It came out colder than she had intended it, and Luz saw a flash of hurt in Vee’s eyes. 

Luz wanted to kick herself. Why was she so irritated? Vee was being nothing but nice to her; she didn’t like how she was acting. She had no right to feel this way.

“So, you want to go there?”

“Actually, I was thinking of getting him some sewing supplies. Mamá was going to get him a sewing machine; I’ll get him some fabric. I used to go here all the time for my taxidermy projects. The craft store is-”

“Second floor,” said Vee, bounding ahead of the other two. “My friends and I passed it all the time when we went to the theater.”

“Oh. Okay!” Luz struggled to keep up with Vee, accidentally bumping into random people while Vee maneuvered expertly through the crowds. 

Luz was panting by the time she reached the supply store, but Vee and Gus were already there. “Hey guys! Whew, you’re fast!”

“Sorry Luz, this was basically my second home so I know it really well. I didn’t mean to leave you behind.”

“No, that's totally fine! I know this store so now it’ll all be cool.” Luz made to go to the fabric aisle, but instead was confronted with a row of wood crafting kits.

“Oh…uh…that’s weird. I guess they changed it up.” She bounced on her feet, trying to peer discreetly at the different aisles. “Uh…where did they move everything to?”

“Maybe we should ask someone?” said Gus.

“No, it’s fine! I can find it.” A little reorganizing wasn’t a big deal. She didn’t need to ask for help in a store she had been to countless times before. That would prove even more that she wasn’t competent here.

She wrung her hands together, taking a few steps down one aisle but quickly realizing that wasn’t correct. How could this be hard? This wasn’t that big a store. “Uh…let’s try this way.”

The others followed her lead, and she tried not to seem nervous. Was she actually sweating? Why was this so hard for her?

Nothing was looking familiar. 

“You sure you don’t want to ask for help?” said Vee.

“Of course not! I’m sure it’s right over here…”

She walked past two more aisles, but Vee held out her hand. “Hey, you passed it!”

“What?”

“We just walked by the fabric aisle, it’s right here.”

Vee was right. An aisle Luz had literally just glanced down was the fabric aisle; somehow it hadn’t registered. “Oh. Thanks.”

She picked out a couple of threads and fabrics, enough to give Hunter a wide variety of choices for any of his projects. 

Camila had lent them cash for the gifts, insisting that they could pay her back with chores. As they walked to the counter Luz fumbled with the money, trying to figure out exactly how much change she would need. Why couldn’t everything be priced in whole numbers?

By the time they were at the counter she still hadn’t figured it out, and she awkwardly pulled out a wad of cash. “Just a moment, sorry. I…”

“Here, let me help,” said Vee.

“No, I’ve got it, I just-” The money slipped from her hands and she let out an embarrassing yelp, snatching the bills off the floor. “Okay. Yeah, you can help.”

Vee took the cash from her, muttered some calculations under her breath, then smiled and handed the cashier the correct amount. After an effortless exchange, she pocketed the change and they left the store.

Luz knew her face was red, and she struggled to hide it, pulling her beanie down over her ears. She wished she still had her cat hoodie; she had loved being able to pull that over her face, even though it didn’t offer her any real protection.

It wasn’t like these struggles were new; she had always been hopeless when it came to math, and often walked right past the most obvious of things. There was just so much going on, her mind jumped from color to color and shape to shape without being able to pause and take it all in. Why was Vee so effortlessly good at those things?

“I thought of a gift for me to give Hunter!” said Vee once they were outside. “He likes wolves, right?”

“He’s obsessed with wolves” said Gus with a laugh.

“Then why don’t we get him a Build-A-Bear?”

Gus’s eyes widened in excitement and Vee quickly said, “They’re not real bears! That’s the place you were thinking of when you mentioned the skinning predators thing. They’re just toys. We can see if there’s a wolf one. Do you think that’s a good idea, Luz?”

Luz stuffed her hands in her pockets to hide that they were shaking. “Uh…yeah. I guess so.”

“You don’t like that idea?”

“I don’t know…” Luz glanced over at the store, where a ray of fluffy plush toys sat. They had barely changed it from when she was a kid. She used to go there all the time, until that one day… Of all the places, why did Vee have to mention that one? 

“They have one that looks like Emmeline!” Gus cried, already sprinting off to go check it out. Luz hung back. Were there any of her classmates around? Not so far, but you never knew when they could pop up. 

She walked with Vee to the shop, trying to duck her face so only her beanie was visible. Gus had already grabbed two plush skins; a wolf and a chameleon that looked like Emmeline.

“Uh, aren’t we shopping for Hunter?” Vee asked. “We can’t just waste Camila’s money.”

“I’ll do some chores to make up for it,” Gus said. “I have to have this.”

Vee caught Luz’s eye and they both shared a laugh about Gus. Only then did Luz catch sight of the teenagers. Oh no.

Luz sucked in her breath. “Guys, let’s go over here.”

She grabbed Gus and Vee and tried to tug them away. 

“Huh? Why?” 

She gestured to the teenagers, and Vee laughed. “Luz, they’re not going to kill us. You’re being ridiculous.”

“No, I’m not!”

“No one cares that we’re shopping here.”

“Yes, they do, I -“

“Hey, Vee!”

Luz squeezed her eyes shut as the teens noticed them. 

“Uh, what are you doing here?”

“Getting a present for my brother,” said Vee.

“Aww, that’s so sweet! I love Build-A-Bear so much, I’m going to have to get one soon. Have fun!”

They left. Just like that, they left. Luz unclenched her jaw, and looked up in shock. “You know them?”

“Yeah! They’re my coworkers.” Vee had taken up a part-time job over the summer, of course she would have coworkers. 

Coworkers that acknowledged her, told her she was sweet.Thought she was funny, and not in a mocking way. A lump gathered in Luz’s throat.

“Luz? You okay?”

“I…” Gus reached out to her but she flinched away from him too. She couldn’t do this. Laughter echoed in her head, her throat was closing up, she tried to grab at her beanie for comfort but it was already pulled down as low as it could go, and the room was spinning and-

She sprinted out of the store, breath rasping in her chest. “Luz!” She heard Vee’s shout behind her but she ignored it. 

She dove into the nearest restroom and shut herself in the disability stall, shaking and crying, the smell of toilet water and unwashed floor tile barely phasing her, not when her mind kept spiraling out of the present setting entirely. Why had she lost control like this? This was ridiculous; was she actually having a freak out about this? Why am I so stupid? 

She had no right to be upset, Vee hadn’t done anything wrong, and…and…

“Luz?”

It was Gus’s voice.

“I’m sorry!” she squeaked. “I’m so sorry guys, I’ll be fine in a minute, I-“

“Luz, hey, it’s okay. Can I come in?”

Gus’s voice was so calm; he didn’t sound angry. Of course he wasn’t angry,, he never failed to be kind, and she didn’t deserve that right now, but it was what she needed.

“Luz? It’s okay if no, but do you want me to come in?”

“Yes please.”

She reached up to unlock the stall door, and Gus awkwardly squeezed in next to her.

“Hey. Want to try a trick Willow taught me?”

Luz shuddered, and Gus held up his fingers, sucking in a breath while counting down on them.

Luz tried, she really did, but it wasn’t working and trying to hold the numbers in her head only made her more agitated. One, two…what came after two? How could she not know that? How was she that stupid? Her brain jumped wildly, almost able to stay on track but then jumping away again, pulling her back into the memories, back to that terrible, mocking laughter.

“I’m sorry Gus, I’m trying! I don’t know why it won’t work, Hunter told me about this and I know it works for you, I’m such a failure I -“

“Hey, woah, it’s okay. The same method isn’t always going to work for everybody. What usually helps you calm down?”

“Pressure.”

“Can I give you a hug?"

Her voice came out in an embarrassing squeak. “Yes please.”

Gus gave her a tight squeeze, and the direct, heavy sensation provided her brain something to focus on apart from her racing thoughts, though she couldn’t get rid of them entirely.

She was here, on the floor of a dirty bathroom stall at the mall, with her friend Gus. She was fifteen years old, not eleven. She was loved, she was safe.

She caught sight of Gus's dinosaur toy. “C-Can I try that?”

He gave it to her and she instantly knew why Gus liked it so much. She could flip and bend it all she wanted, and the movement gave her enough distraction to finally calm her breaths, tapering them off into longer, breathy sobs until finally she was able to speak.

Gus gently removed his arms from around her and she smiled gratefully. “Thanks, Gus. I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s really nothing. Just me being dumb.”

“Luz, I know we don’t talk all that much anymore-”

“Yes we do!” She flinched at the flat look he gave her. “Okay…maybe not as much as we used to…”

“Hey, I get it. You’re still my friend. And I know something’s up.”

Luz pulled her beanie lower on her head. Wow did she miss her cat hoodie. “I don’t know. I just feel a little…embarrassed? I know Vee’s been in the human realm for a while, but not that long! And she’s doing everything better than I ever did. You called her a human expert, but I’m the actual human.”

“I guess I assumed you hated the human realm; you always said you didn’t fit in.”

“I do hate it! I hate it so much.” Luz was embarrassed to feel tears prickling in her eyes once more. She shook the dinosaur toy to try to get her mind back on track. “And I thought I was fine with not fitting in, it was just how I was. But Vee fits in so easily, and she’s not from here. She made friends at that camp, Gus. She made a whole friend group in one month of getting here, and I didn’t ever have one in fourteen years!”

“You made a friend group in one day in the Boiling Isles.”

Luz paused. “Yeah. I did. Mostly because you guys were nice enough to deal with me.”

“That’s not true. We liked you, Luz. And even if we don’t hang out much as a trio like we used to, we still like you.”

“I know, but it’s just…I guess I thought there was a reason I didn’t fit in here, beyond me just being stupid. I know we never thought the situation would be like this, but I always kind of dreamed of showing you and Willow and Amity around. I mean, this is my whole thing, I’m ‘the human,’ I’m from another world, I know all the dangers here. But Vee’s been here for only a few months and she already knows more about how things work than I ever did. So if she came from another world and can be this competent so fast, that means it’s my fault I didn’t fit in here.”

“Would you say it’s my fault that I didn’t have any friends before Willow?”

“What?”

“Willow was my first friend. Ever. And before you came along, she was my only friend ever. People always told me I was the smart, funny one, but they still weren’t friends with me. Not really. And I still feel like I’m totally useless if I don’t know the answer to every question in school. Well, when I was in school that is.” His ears drooped, and Luz felt another pang at being reminded of how much they had lost because of her.

“But my friends don’t abandon me,” Gus continued. “You guys never look down on me even when I’m not acting like prodigy-worthy material. Even when I act dumb, and not in the funny way.”

“You are smart. And funny. But even if you aren’t always that way, that doesn’t mean…oh.”

Gus smirked. “Now you see what I’m saying?”

“Yes.” Luz groaned light-heartedly. “I see what you mean.”

They laughed together. Luz hadn’t had a talk like this with one of her friends in a long time. As much as she cared about them, she had to admit she hadn’t been paying the most attention to them. For valid reasons, of course. It would hurt less when they found out the truth. But maybe she could hang out with them a little more than she had been.

“I think you should talk to Vee about how you’re feeling.”

“No! She’s so nice, and she already feels guilty about taking my place. I couldn’t do that. She can’t know that I feel this way.”

“I think she already does. You’re not exactly the best liar.”

Luz froze. She knew she wasn't, but there were some secrets she had to keep. Gus was just referencing her feelings about Vee, right? He definitely didn’t know about the other thing. He couldn’t. 

“Just, maybe think about it?”

Luz sighed. “Okay. But there is…one other thing.”

“I figured. You didn’t really freak out until Build-A-Bear.”

“Yeah…let’s go find Vee. I’ll tell both of you.”

Vee was just outside, pacing back and forth, chewing on her nails, and when she caught sight of them Luz could tell she had to physically restrain herself from wrapping Luz in a hug. “Luz! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I, uh…need to talk to you about something.”

“Okay. I want to listen.”

Luz sighed. “The truth is, I freaked out at Build-A-Bear because it reminded me of something that happened a few years ago.”

She inhaled, finally allowing the memory to come to the surface. Luz, twelve years old. She had just entered middle school, and was so determined to not make it a repeat of elementary school, where she always played alone. That plan hadn’t been going well; no one had been directly mean to her but they certainly avoided her.

That changed when a girl asked for her to accompany them to the mall. She had been so excited to finally have friends, she rambled to her mom about it for a week before it occurred.

And for the first half of the trip, things had seemed wonderful. Looking back, she could see now that the smiles and giggles the girls had been making hadn’t been benevolent, but younger Luz thought they were. She had been delighted that they actually seemed interested in her.

She had been enthusiastically biting into a slice of pizza when she started to sense something was wrong.

“What are you guys looking at?”

“What? Nothing. You’re super into that pizza, huh?”

“Yeah?”

They giggled again, and Luz realized she had been hopping up and down with each bite she took. The flavor was amazing, but she had been rocking the table, and she quickly stilled herself. “Sorry.”

She tried to focus, willing herself to be still, when she caught sight of something that made her squeal aloud. Build-A-Bear had an otter plushie in stock.

She jumped up from the table, jostling it once more. “Sorry, sorry!” she stammered, gripping the table to try to steady the vibrations. “But look! It’s an otter, isn’t it cute?” Her voice broke off into an excited squeal.

She looked back at the group, and they were all looking at each other with wide grins.

“It’s so cool, Luz. You should get one.”

“Yeah!” She was about to head in, when she heard a word, whispered so quietly she would have dismissed it entirely, except for the look on the girls’ faces when she turned back around.

“W-what?”

“Nothing,” smiled the lead girl.

“Alyson, stop,” said one girl, jostling the lead with her elbow. “Don’t be mean.”

“I’m not being mean! People are reclaiming it, aren’t they?”

“Not like thaaaat.” But that girl was smiling too.

“She doesn’t care. Do you, Luz?”

“Care about what?” Luz said, trying to still the tremble in her voice.

“That you’re a retard.”

“Alyson!” The other girls gaped at her, but quickly started laughing into their hands.

Ice flooded Luz’s stomach. “You can’t say that. Papi said it’s a slur.”

“Oh no, her Papi said it was a slur. We’d better stop.”

Luz started to shake. She shouldn’t have brought up her dad; she couldn’t bear to hear him mocked, especially not now that he…

“If your Papi didn’t want you to be insulted he shouldn’t have named you Luzer.”

“My name is Luz! I-it means light, not loser. I…I…” She couldn’t hold back the tears welling in her eyes. “Stop bullying me!”

“Woah…It was just a joke.”

Luz screamed and banged her fists on the table. The other girls flinched back. “Dude, what the actual hell?” one of them said.

Luz ran, calling her mom to come pick her up. But she hadn’t told her mom what had happened; it was too humiliating, and Camila had enough stress to deal with. It wasn’t like that incident had been particularly bad, especially compared to other occasions. But it was the first time Luz had really noticed how much people hated her, the first time her dad hadn’t been there to do something funny and distract her, after giving her a reassuring talk. 

Socializing had only gotten worse from there. “Luzer,” “Freak,” “Cringe,” “Retard.” They mocked her at every turn.

Back in the present, Luz finished the story. “I know that sounds silly, but I still remember it. And when I saw you getting a plushie, and those teens thought it was cute, I just……I don’t understand! Why? Why do I try so hard and still get called a loser? And you barely have to do anything and people love you.” She clapped her hands to her mouth. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t even be thinking that-”

“Luz.”

Luz looked up quickly. Vee had a horrified expression on her face, and Luz frantically tried to wipe her tears away. “I’m sorry Vee. It’s not fair. I know what you went through, and you were right that first time. I had everything going for me. But I still ran away, and I’m selfish, and maybe that’s why people hate me. I’m so sorry for even bringing this up, it’s manipulative.”

“No, it’s not.” Vee looked on the verge of tears too. “I was wrong, Luz. I’m sorry. I…I didn’t know what you’d been going through.”

“It was nothing like what you went through.”

“No, it’s not, but what’s the point in comparing? What they did was horrible, and I see why you wanted to run away.” Vee sighed. “What I said back then… I was just…I was so excited. The human realm is the first place where I found family, and friendship. I was always treated like nothing but a freak and a monster, and now I’ve found somewhere where people like me, where I’m accepted, where I’m good at things. So I thought, how could anyone give that up? But now I see, what I found here is exactly what you found in the demon realm.”

Luz’s eyes widened. “I never thought of it like that.”

“I didn’t either until I started saying it, but yeah.  I love the human realm so much, and honestly, part of what I said was because I was so scared of having it taken away. That when you came back, I’d have to leave again. You know, I should have thought you would feel this way, because I was comparing myself to you.”

“What?”

“Yeah! I literally disguised myself as you for a few months, and I was scared that all Camila would see when she looked at me was a poor copy of you. Camila loves you so much, and I know that as much as she loves me, I could never be you. I felt guilty for taking your place. Sometimes I still do. But now you’re here, I’ve realized Camila still loves me. The real me, not the me that was trying to act like you. I don’t understand why you love the demon realm so much, but if it makes you feel half as wonderful as I feel being in the human realm, then I don’t blame you for staying there.”

Luz’s eyes welled with tears once more. “I’m sorry, Vee. I should have talked to you and asked you how you felt about all this.”

“Yeah, well…we all make mistakes. And my mistake was judging you without understanding that there’s more than one kind of monster. Maybe you weren’t locked up like I was, but you were treated like a freak, and you couldn’t escape. I was wrong. Teenagers can be dangerous. And if I catch anyone treating you like that again, I’ll show them something truly freakish.”

“Uh, sorry, Vee, but your basilisk form is freaking adorable.”

“What?” Vee seemed shocked, and Luz laughed.

“Did you not know?”

“I thought it was scary. Everyone’s always talking about how scary basilisks are.”

“Well I don’t know about all basilisks, but you are super cute.”

“Camila said that too…it means a lot. But I’m sure I can be scary if I try, and then those bullies will regret ever having messed with you.”

The two smiled at each other. “We really were destined to be sisters,” Luz said, softly.

“Sisters?”

“Aren’t we?”

“Yeah, I just…You mean that?”

“Of course! Were you worried that we weren’t?”

“I don’t know, I…I hoped we were. But I wasn’t sure.”

Vee was back to that nervous, flighty stance she had when Luz had first met her. Vee was so competent compared to the rest of them, Luz had forgotten how scared she had been back then. Now she saw that Vee still felt insecure, only hid it, much the same way that Luz was hiding her own secrets.

Luz gave her a reassuring smile. “Vee, of course you’re my sister. And as much as I’ve been feeling insecure, I’ve also really loved having you here. You’re awesome!”

Vee smiled. “Thanks, Luz. That means a lot.”

“You know, I’ve wanted a little sibling since I found out other kids have them. I literally begged my parents for one for a solid year, but they said they already had their hands full.”

“Aww…wait, little sibling? We’re like the same age!”

“I bet I was born at least a few months before you.”

“No way!”

“Mmm, I’m pretty sure yes. You have younger sibling energy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll figure it out when you’re older.”

“Luz!”

They giggled together, until Vee said, “You know what? If Gus got a plushie, we should all get one.”

Gus pumped his fist. “Aww yeah, glad to see I brought you around to the dark side.”

“What happened to saving my mom’s money?” said Luz.

“I have some saved up from my job. Do you want one?”

Luz’s palms were still sweaty, but she nodded happily. “Let’s do it!”

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Thirty minutes later, Vee, Luz, and Gus walked out of the store carrying a total of four boxes, each containing a plushie. 

They were all happily talking and laughing amongst each other, and Luz finally felt herself relax.  Then, as they rounded a corner, Vee suddenly tensed. “Wait, stop, stop!” Vee flung out her arms and Luz and Gus jumped back.

Vee was staring, frozen, at the sight of a teen with a black bob cut and tooth gap, sitting at the edge of the mall’s koi fish pond. 

The look Vee had gotten was instantly familiar to Luz. Here was an area Luz was definitely more experienced than Vee in.

“Does someone look interesting to you?”

“W-what?” Vee turned to her, a blush tinging her cheeks.

“Aww, you have a crush!”

“No I don’t!”

“Yes you do! My little sister has a crush!”

“I told you we’re the same age. And how would you even know that I have a crush?”

“It’s obvious, hermanita.”

Vee glared, then squeaked as the bob cut teen looked up, though they didn’t see Luz, Vee, and Gus.

Luz waggled her eyebrows.

“Stop!” Vee gave her a playful shove. “They’ll see you.”

“Aww, don’t worry. I was in the same situation before Amity and I got together. I couldn’t even walk by her without becoming a clumsy, awkward mess.”

“So…you acted like you always do?”

“Hey!”

"Ice cold!" Gus shouted. 

Everyone laughed together.

“Why don’t you try talking to them?”

“I can’t. It’d be weird.”

“But then you’ll never know if they feel the same way or not!”

“Luz, I…I’ve never had a crush before. I’ve never been able to get close to anyone, and I don’t even know if this crush is weird or not, since I’m, well…not exactly human.”

Luz felt a rush of tenderness for Vee.  “Hey, Amity’s a witch and I think that’s the coolest thing ever! I’m sure your friend won’t care.”

“I look a little less human than witches do.”

“True, true…but something tells me…what’s their name?”

Vee’s blush deepened. “Masha.”

Luz grinned. “Something tells me that Masha won’t mind.”

“You don’t even know them!” Vee paused, then said, “But…you really think so?”

“Look, hermanita, I am wise in the ways of romance, but I wasn’t always. I only ended up with Amity because someone very brave helped give both of us the push we needed. Well, more like kidnapping we needed, but you get the point. And maybe I can be that person for you. Without the kidnapping.”

“I’m not even going to ask for context.”

“It’s best if you don’t.”

“But…thanks. Really. I don’t think I’m ready to confess yet, but maybe I can tell you more about them?”

“Oh yes, please, spill all the details, you can tell me everything.”

Vee laughed. “Okay. But don’t call me hermanita anymore.”

“No promises.”

Part 1 can be found here

Part 3 can be found here

Part 4 can be found here

Part 5 can be found here

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Hi idk if you’ve ever done a nsfw alphabet with brett but if you have could you do one for perish if you write for him idk if you do or not I’m kinda new here so I don’t know much

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jordan is literally the softest person in Beacon Hills

so you can expect the aftercare to the most softest, cutest thing ever

he'd so so caring and tender to your body

would run you baths, take your pain away

literally would be so soft

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

your lips!

he loves kissing them every chance he gets

would love feeling them graze over his chest and stomach, and especially his cock

would love how they fall agape as you let out moans

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i think parrish is someone who doesn't expect you to cum all the time - some people can't and he understands that

though when it happens, it fills him with such pride bc he did that to you

he would try and get you to cum, but wouldn't push it if you can't

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

honestly i think that because his senses are heightened, it would drive him feral when he can smell the arousal on you

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

since he is a bit older, i'd say he's had his fair share of experience with different women

though this makes him a better lover though bc he understands that everyone and their bodies are different, so what might feel good for one partner might not feel good for another

in that respect, he's very quick to learn what you like and don't like

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

both of you sitting of your knees as he fucks you from behind

its just so intimate to him and he and hold you tight against him

also gives him easy access to your breasts and clit lol

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think talking is part of his charm

and honestly one of the best types of sex are when you're both giggling and having such a good time together

like it's not much, but it makes such a difference when you compare your own previous partners

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

that man is groomed to the max

i think parrish is a person who really cares about how he looks, especially when it comes to body hair - i mean have you seen his freshly shaven face ahaha

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

super super cute!!

parrish always wears his heart on his sleeve and would take extra precautions when trying a new position, stopping periodically to ask if you're okay

he'd be so cute during your first time together as a couple too!

i mean going all out - rose petals scattered all over the apartment that lead to the bedroom and was all over the bed, candles, soft music in the background

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Parrish would only jack off when he's been away from you for a while and knows he's not going to be able to visit you anytime soon

you'd both be into phone sex which i think keeps the intimacy alive too

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

would 100% have a praise kink for either one of you - would love praising and being praised

fucking in his uniform

a little bit of dry humping too lol

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the shared bedroom

couch

kitchen

anywhere in the house honestly

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

omg when you're so good to him - like taking care of him when he's had a rough day at work or dealing with hellhound/general supernatural stuff

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

probably anal tbh

no intense kinks for parrish - i think he believes sex is between two people and not with toys lol

parrish isn't into public sex - like i said, he loves the intimacy of just you two so having someone walk in would totally ruin the moment

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Parrish loves going down on you - having you pull his hair, whimper praises and soft curses

he loves treating you like royalty and giving you all that you deserve

but my god he loves when you go down on him too

the way your lips wrap around his cock makes his eyes roll in the utmost pleasure

he'd cum pretty quickly too - you'd simply feel too good

especially when you deep throat him lol

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i think he's more slow and sensual

like i said before, parrish loves taking his time with you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not really actually

parrish likes to take his time with you

i think the only exception would be before work for either one of you lol

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes and no

yes in different positions and power balances

but no with toys with any overboard kinks really

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i think it's about 1-2 rounds, depending on how much you can take

he could go for more, but he doesn't want to hurt you so he keeps it at a reasonable number of rounds lmao

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

probably not tbh

i think sex with parrish is more about the two of you rather than with toys - he likes the one to get you off

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I think he can be a tease sometimes, especially when it's been awhile since the last time you guys had sex

like i said, he loves taking his time with you and that can mean teasing the hell out of you sometimes

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

You know what, I think Parrish is really vocal

I don't think he'd be quite even from the beginning and it's his way of letting you know that he's enjoying it - especially when you give him head

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Seeing you in lingerie he's just like :o

he wouldn't have a preference as to what type - literally anything you wear would be perfect

but if he had to pick at least one of your lingerie sets, it would definitely have to be a body suit

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

average length but girthy ya know

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Parrish is a busy guy and he's having to pay attention to so many things from his work to the supernatural world

but 😗☝🏻

when you're around, his attention is on you lol

i don't think you'd have sex pretty often so i suppose just average?? idk

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

pretty quickly aahah

i think he'd exhaust his energy and cuddle into you

it wouldn't take long for his eyes to fall heavy and eventually fall into a deep sleep lol

[peterpan-ouat-imagines]

Hey can you please do a story about the reader being bullied and emotionally abused by people at school and their parents then they go to Neverland become almost like a mother to the boys until the curse hits and they end up in storybrooke. When Pan shows up to make the 'new Neverland' he admits he loves the reader and decides to try and win back the trust of everyone (lost boys, emma, david, hook, etc)?

Family?- Part 1

I get on the bus and go to school with my brother Henry, he told me he would sit with me but his friends call him to the front and he listens.  I sit alone in the back as he’s with all of his friends laughing and talking.  We were close once but within the past few years since the curse broke, he's become more and more distant.

“Why is your sister being so quiet, is she seriously just now going to school? Where was she before? Learning nothing except how to be quiet and alone?” One of his friends ask whose name I don’t yet know.

“I don’t know, she’s always been afraid of how mean people can be thinking that being home schooled is better, it isn’t like I can stop her, that’s just her nature and my family is fine with it,” he explains.

You see my mother Regina adopted me not long after Henry, but during the curse that she had she always was harder on me than him.  She would go let him be social but I would be grounded over stuff as stupid as eating sweets when told not to.  He was caught shoplifting candy and she didn’t question it and blamed it on these other kids.  If that was me she wouldn’t even question the cashier and ground me for a month.

Why can’t even my brother stand up for me.  I hate it here.

The bus comes to a stop and everyone gets off.  I look at my schedule and see that I have Ms. Blanchard who in a complicated way is family to me.  She’s such a sweet teacher but for some reason outside of school not so much with me.  I sit in the back next to Henry but his friends tell me to move and go to the back where antisocial people are and I don’t even know where to begin to stand up to him.  I look at Henry who does nothing to help me.

I go to the back and as class begins I get out my notebooks and realize I do not have a pencil.  I lean over and ask the person in front of me if they have one and they tell me no.  Great, I am screwed already with a teacher who probably will not be nice to me and I can’t even take notes.  Let’s just hope I am good at memorizing what she says in my head.

She begins teaching us English, my strongest subject which I am glad about.  We begin having a small spelling bee as a warm up and split different sides.  I am on the opposite team as my brother and his friends and get the feeling this will be competitive.  Everything starts out easy, the name of states, and then gets harder like some foods that have silent letters that you wouldn’t think of, then it gets to me.

“Y/n, spell “Reign”,” she tells me.

“Easy, R-A-I-N,” I spell confidently.

“Sorry, you were wrong,” she then spells it the way she meant.  I can’t believe she didn’t give me any reference before I was wrong.

The other half of the class laughs at me and my team gets mad, “Why didn’t you ask for the definition?!” Did you seriously think she would give you a word like that after having someone spell something harder?” My face goes red of embarrassment as I sit down because I am out.

One of Henry’s buddies go next, “Jack, spell accept,”

“Can you please use that in a sentence Ms. Blanchard?” he then gives me a smug look and I roll my eyes.  She does as asked and he spells it correctly.  As time goes on he ends up being the winner and he is so arrogant about it.

Lunch comes around and I sit alone, of course.  As they pass me another of his friends mocks me, “Y/n, did it ever rain, when your mom reigned?” he asks and all I feel like doing is breaking down and crying.  I look over at Henry hoping he will stick up for me but he looks away.  I feel like he wants to stand up for me but he just doesn’t.

The rest of the day is the same, shitty and I stay being bullied.  I go home and sit by myself reading a book hoping I don’t get picked on again.  Luckily Jack is too preoccupied with trying to get attention from hitting on some girl to bother me.

I walk home with Henry.  It is silent for the most part which is weird because we used to be so close, “So how was your first day?” he finally asks acting like he didn’t just stand by and watch me get bullied.

I roll my eyes, “It was great.” I say flatly not meaning it at all.

We finally get back to Regina’s and I storm off to my room.  Regina isn’t home, not that she’d ask me how my day was if I were there.  I just do my homework and stay in my room for the rest of the day.

Later that night there’s a whoosh by my bedside and I get excited. For the past month I have been seeing a shadow who has been telling me about this amazing place for the longest time.  It sounds too good to be true so I have never actually gone with it, I just listen to all of the stories it shares.  It’s creepy deep modulated voice always makes the stories unappealing but still exciting.

“Shadow!” I exclaim and open my window and lean over the edge. It doesn’t smile at me. It doesn’t smile at all for that matter.  It just starts talking about the leader who sounds so fascinating and adventurous. “A boy is the leader? That’s insane!”

“You can come with me and meet him. Everyone there is just like you,” it tells me.

“Shadow this is my life, I don’t like it but magic always comes with a price and going with you to this glorious place I doubt has any exceptions,” I tell it being honest.

“Very well, have a nice life, not that you will since you choose to stay,” it tells me and flies away for the night.

“Nice life? What? Come on!” I complain. It’s probably all in my head or I misheard him. It’ll be back.

The next day of school is the same as the first. Jack bullies me and Henry just stands there doing nothing about it like some wuss. When we leave we have to go to Emma’s place. Emma is nice but I’m not her biological child like Henry is so I feel like that’s always made her take less of an interest in me.

“Hey Emma,” I say.

“Hi y/n, how was school?” She asks.

“Awful, I’m the bully’s target and can’t stand up for myself,” I tell her. She won’t care but I can still share.

“That stinks,” she says. She doesn’t even give any advice, Henry would get a good pep talk if he said that.  I don’t get why I’m overlooked from all of them.

“Hey David,” I say, David is Henry’s grandpa, but like everyone else, ignores me.

“Why weren’t you at the station today?” he asks me mad.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Mary Margaret said you would go in and cover for me while I had to see mother superior,” he is definitely angry with me.

“This is the first I’m hearing of this,” I say honestly feeling attacked.

“Mary Margaret would say otherwise,” he huffs and hangs his coat up.

I open up my binder to distract me from that guilt trip and start to do my school. I can’t get the shadow out of my head and start to draw it.

It’s black as night and smoky but not so smoky it doesn’t have a defined shape.  The bright white eyes that could blind someone if they stared at it too long.  Capturing it in imminent detail with my darkest colored pencils.

My mom drives by to pick me and Henry up and we go back home, “How were both of your days?” she asks us.

“Fine,” I huff.

“It was good!” Henry says.

I roll my eyes.

We get back and she makes dinner for us three.

“How are you liking public school so far y/n?” she asks.  I see a small smirk, she probably knows how shitty it was and wants me to reiterate it all.

“Could be better, I’m not exactly making friends but it’s fine,” I say moving my fork around in my spaghetti.

“Henry is the same way, he’s more of a loner,” she tells me which is completely untrue but I guess Henry has just never wanted us to know about Jack.

After we eat I help clean up and then go to my room.  I sit by the door, waiting for the shadow to come, the main thing I look forward to.  I wait and wait but it just doesn’t show.  Could it have actually meant what it said when it told me to have a nice life?  Could reality that I will never go to this magical wonderful place really be hitting me?  I can’t have that.  I need to believe that there is something amazing for me out there.  If only someone could take me away.

A couple more weeks go by and they aren’t any better than the last.  I’m consistently drawing this shadow.  Drawing all the daydreams I have of it whisking me away to Neverland and it flying me to the star.  Drawing in different lettering “Second star to the right and straight on till morning,” everything it has told me.  About the people there, what the leader in green leather could look like, all of it.

In art class the next day, we have the project of sculpting a bowl which gets me nervous because I’ve never sculpted before.  Ms. Patrick shows us all have and unfortunately at my table Jack starts bragging about how skilled he is.  I need to make something better than him just to shut his pompous ass up.

She shows us how to start and we all take clay and throw some water on it and start to mold it.  Jack actually wasn’t lying when he said he is good and starts making something that looks like a bowl much faster than the rest of us.  I keep trying to shape my bowl and it starts to slowly come together.  At the end of class it does look like a bowl, most people’s bowl doesn’t look put together though.  I look over at Jack’s and it looks really good, it has a design to it too.

We all put our pieces on the wall and Jack trips me and it falls out of my hands and becomes a mess on the floor.

“What the hell?” I say.

“Y/n are you okay?” The teacher asks coming over and her along with the class look at my smushed piece of clay.

“I’m sorry that happened,” She says and I don’t even bother accusing Jack because why would they believe me.

“It’s fine, I’ll just come during lunch to remake it,” I say annoyed.

When it’s lunchtime I go to the art studio and start remaking the bowl.  It’s a lot easier now that I’ve already done it.  I form it and take a pencil and draw different lines in it and poking it trying to make a better design than Jack.  It comes out looking nice.

At the end of the day I’m still teased but I feel better knowing my pottery piece is as good, if not better, than Jack’s.

Despite Jack messing up my artwork I feel really good about my day.  I go to Emma’s after school with Henry.

“Emma guess what!” I say excited.

“Can’t talk I need to go,” she says as she is heading out the door, “Hook should be here in a little bit tell him.  She seems in a rush.  Why does she have to be so dismissive?

“Okay then,” I start to do the usual with Henry next to me.

“What did you get for number six on Mary Margaret’s worksheet?” he asks.

“The answer is 54,” I tell him.

We work in silence together which is usually fine but something about right now feels really eery and off.

“Henry,” I begin.

“Yeah?” he says.

“Why don’t you ever stick up for me?” I finally ask.

“I don’t know how, Jack is like the leader of the group.  I’m the background guy who’s quiet,” he answers.

“You’re also my brother,” I tell him, “Look, everyone in this town doesn’t care about me or how I am.  I just thought that siblings have a better connection than parents and uncles,” I explain.

“The thing is, we aren’t siblings,”

“What does that mean?” I ask confused.

“We were both adopted.  I was the first child so I get treated better.  You aren’t biologically related to me or anything,”

My heart drops when he says that.  He’s pulled away, but for him to say this?

“W-what about Regina? She’s your adopted mother, she’s still family,”

“That’s different, she’s taken care of me for years,” he says.

“You mean the first 10 years when she made you feel crazy because of the curse and I was there trying to be supportive.  She was taking care of you?  That was straight up emotional abuse!”

“Just drop it, you’re just someone I’ve had to deal with for 12 years,” he tells me and my heart feels like its been crushed.

“I-I'm gonna go to Granny’s,” I get up and leave and head to the toll bridge, it’s like my safe place..

I pass Hook on the way in.  He’s never really tried to talk to me or get to know me so why stay for that?

I can’t believe I actually thought I could have a good day for once.  I don’t understand why Henry said that, he can’t actually think that but it would explain a lot.  Not standing up for me, being distant in general. I sigh.

I see Regina’s vault from a distance and choose to go in and explore.  I push the coffin that takes a lot of effort because I’m not strong but somehow achieve.  I look around staring at the spell books and potions in different sized and shaped bottles.  I choose to do a little research while I’m here and figure out how to summon the shadow.  I really need it.  Henry telling me that truly has made me feel as if I don’t belong now.  I scour each book that could give hints on summoning and mythical creatures but nothing about this shadow that I see comes up.

I slide against the cold wall down to the floor and start contemplating the mistakes I’ve made and the hatred I’ve felt over the years.

“I’m sorry!  I shouldn’t have sent you away! I believe you! I believe I’m supposed to be on that island!” I shout, “I believe,” I say getting quiet and sniffle.

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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise! 

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you.  MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai:  MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something:  MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult. 

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest.  (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

[journalxxx]

By Hook or by Crook (4)

Oh God, there’s another one.

The thought came unbidden to Toshinori’s mind, and it engulfed him in the closest thing to pure dread he had felt in years. It had taken two centuries, the sacrifice of seven One For All users, and two of his own major organs to take down a single All For One wielder, and now a brand new one had somehow sprouted right in front of him.

Now. Now that he had finally decided to tackle the hurdle of entrusting a relatively stable Japan to a successor, now that he was weaker and less capable than ever of defending it from a new threat. Now that the deadline of Nighteye’s prophecy was drawing closer and closer. His own gruesome death on the battlefield, and the sudden reappearance of All For One’s quirk. The unavoidable connection between the two facts almost robbed him of his breath.

Toshinori couldn’t tear his eyes away from the boy’s hand. It looked diminutive in comparison to his own, and completely inoffensive. It had the soft, unblemished appearance that suited someone who had never hit anything bigger than a fly, whereas the hero’s skin had long since been roughened by calluses, and his joints slightly thwarted by the occasional fracture. Yet, that single, unassuming dimple in the middle of its palm made it more potentially destructive than a hundred of Smashes combined.

A sort of choked whimper made Toshinori finally raise his gaze. He realized he had stopped trying to school his expression only when he saw his own strung-out stupor mirrored in Midoriya’s features. 

“I-I… Sorry, I r-really have t-to…” The boy took a step back, his hand slipping from the man’s grasp, then he suddenly turned on his heels and motioned to sprint away.

“Hey, hey!” Toshinori reached forward, grabbing Midoriya’s wrist by sheer reflex. He had already wasted enough time and energy chasing slimy villains and rash teenagers all over the town that day, thank you very much. “Where are you going?”

Midoriya froze on the spot, as if shocked by an electric current. His arm was rigid in Toshinori’s grasp, pulling away from it but without any real conviction. His head turned slowly towards the hero but not fully, letting him see only half of the boy’s face. The unmistakable terror etched in those wide eyes made something constrict in Toshinori’s chest.

“I-I’m… I’m so sorry…” The boy’s voice was down a trembling, barely audible whisper.“I didn’t mean to d-do that… I’ve never… I won’t do it again, I swear, j-just…” 

Midoriya’s free hand hovered over the hero’s, maybe having half a mind of prying it open, but he didn’t even dare to touch it. Toshinori let go of him immediately. The kid wasn’t expecting it, judging by his flabbergasted expression, and all he did with his regained freedom was backing away from him with a couple of uncertain steps, bumping into a nearby electric pole with his backpack and just standing there, pretty much like a cornered mouse cowering before a lion.

The sight jolted Toshinori back to reality with brutal efficiency. God, what was wrong with him today? He was handling this abysmally. That was no two-hundred-year-old manipulative slaughterer, that was a child. A child rapidly working himself into a panic, if his onsetting tremors were of any indication. Ironically, the realization grounded Toshinori even more. Frightened victims and distraught relatives were a daily occurrence in his line of work, and his professional composure slipped back in place almost subconsciously.

“You don’t need to apologize. Quite the opposite. You saved everyone. The hostage, the bystanders… even me. I’m not sure I’d have had the energy to keep up appearances after another smash.” He put up his hands and showed his palms with slow movements, keeping his voice low and level. “You did nothing wrong back there.”

Midoriya slowly slumped down the pole, his limbs huddled in a distressed heap. He blinked quickly as his eyes shied away from Toshinori’s, hands bunching up the fabric of his trousers nervously. “...I-I can give it back. The quirk. I want to give it back to its owner.”

“That can be easily arranged.” Something about the whole situation was nagging at Toshinori, but he pushed that feeling aside for the moment. The boy wasn’t holding himself in any way that hinted at specific injuries, but fear could be one hell of an anesthetic. He gazed up and down the road, finding it completely deserted. He still felt slightly abuzz with the adrenaline rush caused by his second encounter with the sludge villain and the recent revelation of Midoriya’s quirk. He gauged that he could probably (possibly, maybe, hopefully) abuse One For All for another twenty seconds or so if need be, just the time to scoop up the boy in his arms and power run back to the ambulances at the site of the accident. That was likely to cause even more distress to the poor kid though, so he’d rather hold off on it unless clearly necessary. “Are you sure you aren’t in any pain?”

“I-I’m f-fine.” The boy wiggled the backpack off his shoulders and rummaged through it shakily, a few tears rolling down his cheeks and his hiccups becoming harder to contain. “I’m fine…”

“Hey, kid. Look at me. Deep breaths.” Toshinori finally ventured a step and a half towards Midoriya, squatting at a reasonable distance to his side instead of right in front of him, to make sure he wouldn’t feel too crowded. Toshinori offered him a couple of tissues (always plentiful in his pockets) while the boy tried to regain a semblance of calm. “It’s all right. I am here.”

That got the boy’s attention. The catchphrase had slipped out of him automatically, without his trademark panache or blinding smile or overflowing optimism, but Midoriya looked at him like he’d been thrown a lifeline nonetheless. The dam broke and big, shiny tears erupted from his eyes as he accepted the tissues and buried his sobs in them. They remained like that for a while, the kid quietly working through his sniffles while Toshinori sat cross-legged on the dusty asphalt, reminding him to take his time whenever he got a little fidgety.

“Sorry if I spooked you.“ Toshinori eventually offered with a small smile, after Midoriya had finally settled down. “I’m a little out of it myself, today. Not the most auspicious first day in my new neighborhood, but what can you do?”

“Uh? Do you mean you’re moving here?” Midoriya asked while he accepted the fourth tissue and wiped away the remaining dampness from his face.

“Mh-hm.” After the debacle on the rooftop, this didn’t feel like too much of a sensitive bit of information to share. Besides, the kid was a fan, so maybe throwing him a bone would help him relax a little more.

“Why? Isn’t it inconvenient for you? I thought you lived in a penthouse above Might Tower, in Tokyo’s Minato Ward, Roppongi 6-12-”

...Ah, he was that kind of fan. Obviously. “Indeed, but I’ve decided to move to… broaden my professional horizons, so to speak.”

“Oh! Are you planning to open a branch of your agency here? Or are you joining some local long-term operation?“ That spark of morbid curiosity in the boy’s eyes made Toshinori regret bringing up the topic in two seconds flat.

“I’m afraid that’s all I can say on the matter, everything’s still under tight wraps. You’ll hear all about it from the news, eventually.” He stood up and patted some dirt off his hands and pants. “Do you live far from here? I’ll walk you home if you’re feeling better.”

“Oh, uh…” The boy gaped at him in surprise. “Thank you, but there’s no need for you to go out of your way! I’m fine, really!”

“Think nothing of it.” Toshinori hooked three fingers under the strap of the boy’s backpack and hauled it over his own shoulder. It hit his back with unexpected oomph. What did kids even put in those things, weren’t textbooks all digital these days? “Clearly this isn’t your lucky day either. I’ll sleep better tonight knowing that you reached your house safely without being run over by a truck or abducted by aliens.”

The joke got a half-smile out of Midoriya, at long last. He held out his hand to the boy to help him back on his feet. The obvious hesitation and near disbelief he couldn’t hide before gingerly accepting the proffered hand gave Toshinori another small wave of unease. There was definitely something strange about all this, aside from the obvious. He gestured for the kid to lead the way, and they set off towards their new destination.

Toshinori granted him a few minutes of silence before breaching the pivotal subject. “So… you have quite the interesting quirk.”

“...Mh.” Midoriya visibly stiffened. So it had been the quirk talk to give him cold feet, rather than a generic reaction to the day’s stress...

“Why didn’t you use it against the villain the first time he attacked you?” Toshinori asked, opting for a more roundabout approach.

“Ah… I’m sorry. I really should have. You wouldn’t have had to waste your power if I’d-”

“Forget about me! Why didn’t you use it to defend yourself? Did you panic?”

“Uh, well, not too much.” The kid shoved his hands in his pockets and dropped his gaze to the ground, his voice lowering to a droning mutter. “I can take quirks, but I don’t automatically learn how to use them. The villain’s quirk looked like it may be difficult to handle. What if I couldn’t maintain a solid form and just turned myself into a puddle of goo? What if some parts of my slime got detached from the main body during the scuffle, and I found myself missing chunks of flesh upon turning back human? What if the sludge was only an outer layer over my body, and without fine control I ended up drowning in it? Stuff like that… I should have just taken the villain’s quirk without activating it, but I was afraid that he’d get even angrier and he’d just beat me up anyway. I’m not, uh, strong. Or fast. At all. I didn’t consider that he might freak out long enough for me to run away…”

Toshinori blinked. “...Sorry, how long had that guy been harassing you before I showed up?”

“Oh, not long at all. Twenty or thirty seconds, I think.”

“And you went through all of that in twenty seconds. While being ambushed and choked.”

Midoriya just shrugged.

“That is… some quick thinking, all right.” Toshinori commented. He omitted the fact that it was a brand of quick thinking that was more likely to get you killed rather than saving your skin during an emergency. Apparently Midoriya would hesitate to protect himself from a violent attacker, but he’d run for the hills the moment the Symbol of Peace gave him a bit of an odd look. The kid’s fight-or-flight response was all over the place.

“I would have used my quirk to fight back eventually, if you hadn’t arrived so soon… probably…”

“...But?” Toshinori encouraged, sensing the unspoken addition.

“But… not many people know about my quirk. Very few, actually. And I’d like to keep it that way. If it’s possible.”

“Why?”

“...It’s not a good quirk.” Midoriya frowned, hunching his shoulders a bit. “One could do really bad things with it.”

“I could squash a man’s skull with my thumb and level a city block with a punch.” Toshinori countered plainly. “It doesn’t mean I’m going to.”

“It’s… it’s different. You can choose to use your quirk only for good, but mine requires…” The boy trailed off, then hazarded a glance at the hero. “You know what I mean. You understood as soon as I told you, I saw it.”

Toshinori couldn’t argue on that point, unfortunately. Still… 

There could be a perfectly innocent explanation for Midoriya to wield All For One. For one, it could be a different quirk altogether, one that simply mimicked Toshinori’s nemesis’, but that wasn’t quite the same, maybe with some unmentioned limitations (although the palm marks made for quite the uncanny similarity). Moreover, much like look-alikes, duplicate quirks between unrelated people weren’t unheard of, although said quirks were usually quite simple ones, like basic physical enhancers or elemental emitters.

What really bothered Toshinori were the boy’s evident sense of guilt and fear of exposure. Virtually any moderately powerful quirk could be employed to ‘do really bad things’, but hardly any children grew up to be so blatantly scared and ashamed of their own abilities. Family and school usually nurtured a degree of confidence and trust in their own capabilities. Toshinori’s knee-jerk reaction was a byproduct of specific knowledge and experience, but Midoriya’s? If only few people knew about his quirk, it must mean he hadn’t used it much, if at all, in the past, ruling out peer pressure as well. What explanation, what innocent explanation could there be for such a strong negative bias, aside from knowledge and experience he wasn’t supposed to have?

“At least your parents know about your quirk, I hope?”

“My mother doesn’t. My father… isn’t really around.” Toshinori couldn’t decide if that last bit of information was a good or a bad sign.

“So… who did you tell?”

“Just one friend and my father.” Ah, we had one likely culprit then. A father that was around but not really. Suspicious. “And now you, I guess. And… everyone who saw what I did to that villain… including the police…” Midoriya looked just about ready to dig a ditch and roll in it. 

“Well, as I said, everyone seemed to think I took care of the matter, so-”

Midoriya shook his head, utterly demoralized. “Kacchan will tell them.”

“Kacchan?”

“Ah, the hostage. He’s my friend, the one who knows about my quirk. I don’t think he’ll lie to the police for my sake.”

“Ah, I see. I hadn’t realized you two were acquainted.” Toshinori offered him a supportive smile. “I guess that explains your burst of heroism.”

“...No one else was doing anything. I saw you among the crowd, but… I thought you couldn’t help.”

The boy had an almost tortured expression, which reignited the deep-seated guilt that had plagued Toshinori in those harrowing minutes. “...I thought I couldn’t help either.” 

“But you did jump in though. Even though… it hurts you?” Midoriya scanned him from head to toe in concern, as if looking for unnoticed signs of damage. “Why?”

“Why did you decide to intervene, despite your fear?”

“I… I just couldn’t let my friend suffer because I messed up.”

“Well, there you have it.” Toshinori simply said. The boy stared at him thoughtfully, apparently weighing his words carefully, before nodding slowly and resuming his perusal of the ground. Toshinori let the silence stretch for a minute. There was still plenty he wanted to ask, especially regarding Midoriya’s father, but-

“I really do want to give the quirk back.” The kid mumbled. “Should I just… go to the police and ask them? They’ll come looking for me anyway, I guess, but…”

Toshinori pondered the issue for a moment, then he pulled his phone out of his pocket. The least he could do was make this whole ordeal as smooth as possible for the kid. “I think I can help with that. Give me your number. I’ll text you to let you know when we can visit the villain. If we’re lucky, it may be as early as tomorrow.” 

Toshinori registered the boy’s contact information as they entered a quaint residential area with neat little rows of numbered buildings, pleasantly tinged with the warm hues of the sunset.

“Ah, that’s where I live.” Midoriya said afterwards, pointing at a nearby apartment complex. “Thank you for everything, All-”

Toshinori shushed him with a sharp gesture as he gazed around the street nervously. “Please, don’t call me that when I’m in this form.”

Midoriya froze, then bowed respectfully. “R-Right! Thank you, sir! I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble, and taking so much of your time, and-”

Toshinori waved the upcoming barrage of apologies off and bid him a good evening, waiting for the boy to leave. Which he didn’t do.

“Uhm.” Midoriya pointed at Toshinori’s shoulder with an awkward smile. “I need that…”

Oh, right, backpack. “Whoops, there you go.” He tossed Midoriya’s belongings to their owner and watched the kid bustle up the stairs of the building and into one of the apartments. Then he fetched his phone and picked the third number on speed-dial.

“Tsukauchi? Do you have a moment? ….Ah, fine, thank you. Listen, can I drop by your place this evening? Something’s come up and I’d rather not discuss it on the phone… No, but definitely worth looking into sooner rather than later…”

He hung up a couple of exchanges later, after agreeing on the time for the meeting. Toshinori decided he had enough time to make his way back home, shower and have some sort of passable dinner before ruining his friend’s evening. And then he would head back home and he would sleep, even if he had to repeatedly bash his head against a wall to achieve that. He inhaled deeply and let out a long-overdue, exhausted sigh. 

What a day. 

Hopefully tomorrow wouldn’t be quite as taxing.

“THIEF”

Izuku was stuck on the spot, his feet and ankles wrapped in a thick layer of sludge that stretched on the ground as far as the eye could see. The faint light filtering from both ends of the underpass gave it flickering, changing hues, now green like bile, now brown like vomit, now black like tar. It smelled like sewer and dirty toilets. 

“BASTARD”

The slime clung to the walls of the underpass, climbing on them as if endowed with its own will. It crawled up higher and higher, and then went on to expand onto the ceiling. Its surface boiled and squirmed producing disgusting squelching sounds. Izuku looked away from the revolting goo-coated structure he was boxed in, he looked towards the exit, hoping that something, someone would show up to drag him out of that hell.

“GIVE IT BACK”

Someone emerged from the sludge, a few meters ahead of him. A man. A flabby, hairless, mucky man, with haunted eyes and a mouth open in a silent scream. He sweated slime, cried slime, drooled slime, from every orifice and every pore of his body. He waded towards Izuku slowly, an arm extended before him as if to grab him. Izuku couldn’t stand that sight either. He aimed his gaze at the ceiling, right when a huge bubble of gunk popped right above him, and chunky dollops of filth splashed on his face, into his nose and mouth.

“OR I’LL RIP IT OUT OF YOU”

Izuku coughed and heaved, trying to expel the repulsive substance from his pipes, but two cold, slick hands clamped around his throat, trapping it in his body. He could feel the ooze drip down into his lungs, his stomach- he could feel it wiggle and push, like a living parasite trying to break free from the flesh constraining it. Izuku scrambled to tear the man’s hands off him, but those too melted under his fingers like the same fluid that was everywhere, closing down on him, choking him, pulling him apart from the inside-

 Izuku woke up with a whole-body lurch that nearly sent him rolling off the bed, sweaty and breathless. He took in the familiar shadows of his room, and the red numbers of his alarm clock floating in the darkness at his eye level. 

6:20 AM.

Izuku turned on his belly with a frustrated groan, sinking his face into the pillow. Sure, he’d had a pretty harrowing day yesterday. It was bound to leave him a little shaken and maybe disturb his sleep for a while. But seven nightmares in the span of as many hours seemed slightly excessive. Especially seven instances of the exact same nightmare, sentient goo and Munch-like villain and all. The boy fumbled blindly for his phone to check if he’d received any new messages in the last fifty-five minutes. He hadn’t, of course. He prayed that All Might would contact him soon, it didn’t take a degree in psychology to guess the nature of the ‘unfinished business’ his subconscious was so keen on grilling him about.

He stared at the screen blankly, wondering, for roughly the hundredth time, if he should call his father. On one hand, he very probably should. If the man had deemed that little scuffle with Kacchan emergency-worthy, surely a mess this humongous in size warranted a call as well. On the other hand… Izuku didn’t really want to. 

The previous night’s news broadcast had covered the sludge villain incident rather haphazardly, it being a relatively contained accident with no serious consequences or injuries. Izuku was sure they had bothered to touch on the fact in the first place just because All Might had been involved, and the number one hero would receive prime time coverage even for something as trivial as being spotted buying soda at a convenience store. Curiously, Izuku hadn’t been mentioned at all, not even indirectly. Kacchan had been named and shown as the victim, the other heroes had been acknowledged, but All Might had been appointed as the sole person responsible for the resolution of the mishap. Not a word about any irresponsible middle schoolers joining the fray.

Izuku had taken it as a promising sign. All Might had likely interceded for him with the police and obtained a modicum of discretion about his involvement, at least in regards to the media. The hero had been so very understanding the previous day - just thinking about it made the boy almost tear up anew. He had barely reacted to the shocking revelation of his quirk, he had tolerated his unseemly outburst, he had spoken to him as if… as if Izuku was just another innocent victim caught up in a bad situation, rather than a potential menace. He hadn’t hesitated even for a second to offer him his hand, despite knowing the threat that Izuku’s own hands posed. He had… he had made him feel safe, and trusted. He had allowed Izuku to hope that maybe, just maybe, this whole thing could be fixed, that Izuku could handle it with his help, even without subjecting his father to undue sniveling.

And, objectively speaking, what could Izuku’s father do at this point? Izuku doubted that, regardless of his governmental position, the man could prevent the truth from spreading once it had reached both the police and the number one hero. Izuku could make an educated guess about his reaction too, and it wasn’t all that encouraging. It was too late for stern recommendations about secrecy, or for disappointed sighs and gratuitous snark about Izuku’s blind faith in All Might’s mediation skills. And, to be perfectly honest, Izuku dreaded the possibility of finally and completely alienating the sympathy of the one person that had supported and advised him for his whole life, in his own peculiar way. Yes, it was childish of him. Yes, he would have to tell his father anyway, eventually. But he’d rather do it after the matter had been settled, hopefully for the best, and after he’d had a little more time to gather his thoughts and figure out how to word it a little less unfavorably for himself. So, there. It was the 28th of April too, he could wait another day or two, at least. No biggie.

By breakfast time, Izuku had reviewed the issue three more times, had another nightmare, and accepted the fact that this was going to be a long day. 

School went by in that typical hazy fashion that was the result of intellectual activities synergizing poorly with a sleep-deprived brain. Izuku kept eyeing Kacchan warily throughout the first three classes, harboring the half-baked notion of addressing yesterday’s events. He regretted doing it the very moment he opened his mouth to greet him during recess.

“What?” Kacchan growled without sparing him a single glance.

“Uh, ah, I…” How are you was one possible conversation starter. A bad one, for sure. Worrying about Kacchan’s well-being implied that he may not be okay, which implied weakness, which invited aggression as a counter-argument. Did you tell anyone else about what I did yesterday was downright rude, as if Izuku’s quirk was more important than his friend being almost murdered. In fact, any reference to the villain incident was a minefield. Braver classmates than Izuku had already made their inquiries during homeroom, and Kacchan hadn’t taken kindly to their snooping. This really was a bad-

“WHAT?” Kacchan barked, turning sharply towards Izuku and banging his fist on his desk for emphasis.

“Uh, nothing! Just saying hello! Hi! Bye!” Izuku fled the classroom without looking back before Kacchan decided to force-feed him his own shoes.

The first bit of good news of the day reached him during lunch, under the guise of a text.

Hey kid! We can drop by the police station this afternoon at 5 if you’re free

Izuku brought up the virtual keyboard to reply, but he stopped with his finger poised over the screen. He blinked at the unlabeled string of digits identifying the sender.

He had All Might’s phone number. One of many, probably. Definitely one of the lowest priority lines. Or maybe just some sort of burner phone for communications with civilians only. Still. He had All Might’s phone number. All Might was texting him. The realization made him half-choke on his rice.

Should he save it? Would that be a breach of confidentiality? Even if he used a not-too-obvious handle? N1? SP? AM? Ante Meridiem? ...That would just make it more suspicious, wouldn’t it? He’d just… commit it to memory for now. In case he ever needed it again. For purely altruistic reasons.

Sure, I’m free! Thank you very much for the help!

Izuku’s phone chimed again a couple of minutes later.

We’ll come pick you up at your place

That ‘we’ raised a small wave of anxiety in Izuku, but he willed himself to suppress it. He couldn’t expect All Might to shield him from any and all interactions with the force. It’d be fine. He could handle this.

The perspective of visiting the villain revived Izuku’s attention for the remaining lessons, only for him to crash back into fidgety inactivity as soon as he got home and found himself without anything to do for almost two hours before the agreed time. Homework was out of the question, he was too distracted. He figured a nap would be the most inoffensive way to while away the time while also recovering some higher brain functions. And so it was only with a mild heart attack that Izuku was roused by the ringing of the doorbell at 4.50 PM.

“Young Midoriya! Good afternoon!” Even at a glance, Izuku could tell that All Might was in better shape than the previous day. He stood a bit straighter, his smile was a bit wider, his hair was slightly less chaotic. He was also wearing slacks and a button up shirt that, while still dramatically oversized, made him look a bit less like a phthisic hospital runaway. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes! Thank you so much for going out of your way to take care of me!” Izuku declared with a rigid bow to All Might and to the other man standing by his side - definitely a detective, judging by his stereotypical trench coat.

All Might patted the man on the back with an even bigger grin. “This is Naomasa Tsukauchi, my favorite detective on the force! You may speak freely before him, you won’t find anyone more trustworthy in the whole of Japan!”

“A pleasure to meet you, Midoriya.” Tsukauchi politely removed his hat and shook the boy’s hand with an amused smirk, a sign that he was probably familiar with the hero’s odd choice of an introduction. He then peeked behind Izuku’s shoulders towards the inside of the house. “Isn’t your mother going to join us?”

“Ah no, she had a doctor’s appointment booked for today. It’s fine though, I’ll just send her a text to let her know where I’m going.” Izuku had warned his mother that he may have to visit the precinct soon. He had had to justify his singed and grimy school uniform the day before, so he had told her that he’d been marginally involved in the sludge villain incident, and the police was likely to want to collect his statement on the matter. It was only by pure chance that the news broadcast hadn’t outed his abridgment of the facts.

“Ah… We were hoping to have a few words with her too, actually.” Tsukauchi glanced at All Might, whose eyes darted briefly between the detective and the boy.

“I… may have forgotten to mention that.” All Might scratched the back of his neck with an apologetic grimace. “Well, I guess it can’t be helped. We’ll catch up with her another time, if necessary.”

Izuku had the sneaking suspicion that being All Might’s favorite detective came at a price. Tsukauchi just sighed, before regarding him with a gentle smile. “Well, if you are sure you don’t mind coming with us all by yourself…”

“I don’t mind at all!” Izuku hurried to reassure them. 

A minute later he was in the backseat of Tsukauchi’s speeding car, typing a message to his mother and struggling to suppress a monstrous yawn, courtesy of his interrupted nap.

“Tired?” All Might asked, intercepting his gaze in the rearview mirror.

“A bit. I didn't sleep well last night.”

“Ah, I know that feeling.” The hero’s expression mellowed in sympathy. “I’m sure you’ll rest more easily once this is over and done with.”

“I hope so.” Izuku pocketed his phone and gazed at the moving buildings out of the car window, mostly just to break eye contact. Somehow All Might’s open kindness felt undeserved, especially for something as trivial as a bunch of spooky dreams. He focused on more urgent matters. “So, uh… how are we going to do this? Does the villain know I’m coming, will I explain things to him? Will you, uh, keep an eye on things from outside or accompany me...?”

“Well, we were thinking of throwing you into his cell, locking the door and letting the two of you fight for dominance and ownership over the quirk- “ All Might grinned widely in response to Izuku’s exasperated gape.

“Yagi!” The detective reprimanded him, only mildly scandalized. The name bounced a few times around Izuku’s brain, plain and mystifying at the same time.

“Sorry, just trying to lift his spirits.” 

“You have nothing to worry about, it’ll be perfectly safe.” Tsukauchi provided, clearly having a much better understanding of the state of Izuku’s spirits despite knowing him for a scant ten minutes. “The villain will be in his cell and we will escort you inside, of course. You won’t really interact with each other, as he’ll likely be deeply asleep.”

“Asleep?”

“Yes. The apparent loss of his quirk has upset him greatly. He’s barely spoken since we took him into custody, and he’s spent the whole night in severe emotional distress. We would have transferred him to a hospital this morning if you hadn’t agreed to help so promptly. As things stood, we simply had a doctor prescribe him a strong sedative. Hopefully he’ll settle down spontaneously after you return his quirk.”

The man’s words weighed on Izuku’s heart like a ton of bricks. Damn, that was… horrible. He’d been holding onto someone else’s quirk for barely a day, and it had already caused that much sorrow. That wasn’t how Izuku’s power was supposed to be used. It would never be, as far as he was concerned.

“I’m sure he will.” All Might commented, all traces of humour vanished from his demeanor. “Don’t worry, kid. It’ll be a matter of a minute.”

Izuku nodded, and didn’t speak again for the rest of the trip. When they reached their destination, he let All Might guide him towards the detention area of the complex while Tsukauchi wandered off somewhere else, probably taking care of the bureaucratic side of things. He reappeared relatively soon, and they entered one of the cells all together.

The cell was small and mostly barren, furnished with only the most essential goods and surfaces for a relatively short stay. Idly, Izuku wondered what systems they had in place to prevent a… slippery criminal such as the current occupant from escaping from toilets or sinks. Surely they were prepared to- he realized he was spacing out. He should just get on with it.

The villain was indeed sleeping, huddled in a small foldable bedding on the floor. Izuku had barely caught a glimpse of the man’s human form the previous day, yet he was identical to how he’d envisioned him in his dreams. His subconscious was just that observant, apparently. It suddenly occurred to Izuku that he hadn’t even asked for the man’s name yet. The news broadcast hadn’t reported- he was procrastinating again. Just do it, Izuku.

The boy glanced questioningly at the detective, who made a small gesture to indicate that he was free to proceed. He approached his assailant and crouched beside him. The villain’s hand was sticking out from under the blanket, next to his head. Izuku rested his palm against the back of it, and simply willed the quirk out. 

Just like that, it was done. Izuku stood up and stepped back as the man’s body swiftly changed its texture and color, morphing and rearranging itself until a vaguely man-shaped, green heap of goo had replaced the slumbering human. The villain remained dead to the world throughout the entire process.

“...I’m done.” Izuku whispered, quite redundantly. He peered back at the two men at the opposite side of the room, and he didn’t miss the quick, sharp side-glance they’d just quietly exchanged.

“Thank you very much for your cooperation.” Tsukauchi said with the utmost honesty once they were again in the hallway. “While you’re here, would you mind if I collected your statement about the incident? It won’t take long, we already have a clear picture of the situation thanks to All Might.”

“Uh… Okay.” Izuku had hoped, rather optimistically, to skip that part, but he had no reasonable excuse to refuse. Tsukauchi led them to an empty room a couple of corridors further ahead, and held the door open for them. All Might lingered on the threshold.

“May I sit in?” His question was aimed at Izuku for some reason, rather than at his friend. 

“Of course!” Izuku confirmed, when both adults just stared at him in silence, clearly waiting for his permission. The hero thanked him with a small nod and an equally small smile.

They all sat around the desk in the middle of the room, Tsukauchi on one side, and Izuku and All Might on the other. It struck Izuku as a little strange, automatically expecting the two upholders of the law to face him side by side. He wondered if it may be a setup for some sort of good-cop-bad-cop routine. Not that either of them seemed especially suited to the latter role. Tsukauchi was very much the embodiment of professionalism, and All Might… All Might looked especially non-threatening in that moment, almost meek. He was sitting very tidily, big hands folded in his lap and long legs pressed against each other, occupying a remarkably small space considering the size of his frame. It made Izuku straighten his back and sit more neatly by reflex.

The questioning did proceed very smoothly at first. Tsukauchi let Izuku narrate his version of the events without interrupting at all, just humming and jotting down a few lines in his notepad now and then. All Might was just as unobtrusive, volunteering a sentence or two when Izuku happened to stumble on his words, or when he openly allowed him to recount the little scene on the rooftop, since the detective was already in on the big secret. Smooth sailing all round, until the point when Izuku had to bring up his quirk.

“On the subject of your quirk… when did it first manifest, exactly?” Tsukauchi asked.

“A little less than two years ago.”

“Ah, you’re quite the late bloomer! And you’ve only shared that fact with your friend Bakugo and your father, is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“And your father is one... Hisashi Midoriya, right?” Tsukauchi fished out a sheet of paper from the folder he’d retrieved before beginning the interrogation. He slid it across the table so that the boy could read it.

“Yes.” Izuku blinked, an undefined sense of unease gripping him all of a sudden. “...Why did you bother printing his personal details?”

“You’ve been filed as quirkless in the national registry after a routine medical examination when you were four years old. Your registration hasn’t been updated since then, as far as I could ascertain.” Tsukauchi explained calmly.

“Y-Yeah. I know.”

“...That is a punishable offense, I’m afraid. An accurate quirk registration is mandatory for all citizens.” Tsukauchi’s expression softened when Izuku utterly failed to hide his dismay. “This has no consequence on you, as minors aren’t expected to take care of these things by themselves, especially since quirk recording is often carried out when they’re extremely young. Your mother bears no blame either if, as you say, she’s as clueless about it as the rest of the world. But if your father knew and neglected to sort out the necessary paperwork for so long-”

“Oh.” Oh. Oh crap. Izuku had never thought of that. Why on earth had he never thought of that? Why, in almost two years, had he never considered the legal implications of all that secrecy? Why hadn’t his father? “Are you going to press charges against him?”

“Not yet. We’re at least going to get in touch with him and hear him out before taking any further steps.” The detective gave him a genuinely reassuring smile. “But even if we did, there is no cause for concern. These bureaucratic hitches are usually settled with a small fine.”

“I-I see.” Izuku gulped. He wasn’t going to wait until May. He was going to call his father as soon as he was alone. This probably wasn’t going to snowball into a lengthy legal conundrum, but still…

“What’s his occupation? I’m reading ‘administrative assistant’ here, which is a bit generic…”

“I don’t know much about that. He works for the government, I think, and he always says that all his activities are classified, so I try not to pry... Too much…”

“That is very judicious of you. I wish you could teach some of that tact to my sister…” Tsukauchi sighed, only half-jokingly. All Might let out a low chuckle at that. “Does your father know that you’ve been so reserved about your quirk so far?”

“Yes.”

“And he didn’t find it odd in the slightest?”

“...No.” 

“Why do you think that is?” Izuku was suddenly very aware of both adults observing him quite intently. He really didn’t want to make things look any worse for his father. He could… slightly reframe the truth, maybe.

“I, uhm… Mine is a bit of a unique quirk. Difficult to use without, uh, stepping on other people’s toes. And I’ve been quirkless for most of my life, and… it’s no mystery that I envied other kids a lot because of that. I was worried that my schoolmates could be wary of me if they knew that I could… act on that envy now.”

Tsukauchi hummed, twirling his pen slowly between his fingers. “I can understand your concern. But quirk counselling is specifically designed to help children cope with such issues, and you’ve been missing out on it because of this extreme discretion. Your father should have realized he was doing you more harm than good by letting these fears fester in your mind.”

Izuku dropped his gaze on his father’s profile sheet. Detective Tsukauchi had a point, but… the matter was more complicated than that, as well as intricately intertwined with his father’s job and the troubled history of their quirk, and… Izuku didn’t want to delve into any of that at the moment. 

“We’ll definitely schedule some counselling sessions for you in the future, I’m sure you’ll find them beneficial.” Tsukauchi hesitated. “...Did something catch your attention?”

Something did, in fact. Izuku was idly skimming through the content of his father’s profile, and a couple of details were giving him pause. The first was, unsurprisingly, his father’s listed quirk. Fire Breathing.

...nor do I have it printed in bold letters in my personal documents…

Yeah, Izuku wasn’t going to bring that up. The other thing, a little more surprisingly, was his photo.

“Oh, it’s nothing, just… I haven’t seen any photos of my father in a long time.”

“You haven’t seen ‘any photos’ of him?” Tsukauchi cocked his head curiously.

“Yeah… I’ve never met him in person, he travels a lot because of his job and he never has enough time to stop by. I only know what he looks like because of an old photo my mother showed me. I haven’t seen it in years too, so…”

“Only a single photo, uh? And this picture here doesn’t strike you as familiar?”

Izuku observed it more closely... No, he was surely mistaken. “No no, there’s… there’s definitely a resemblance. Mine was a very old photo, taken before I was born. And it wasn’t even a photo of him specifically, he just happened to be in it, at an odd angle and in the middle of a crowd… I’m sure this one is more accurate.”

“Are you still in possession of that photo, by any chance?” All Might chimed in unexpectedly, his bright eyes narrowing slightly.

“Yes, I think so… Hang on, let me check.” Izuku fetched his phone, opened the internet browser… Crap, it really had been a long time since he’d looked at the thing. Back then, he’d saved the file his mother had passed him on a free online storage site that… hopefully still existed? He hadn’t used it in at least four years. Was his account still active? Could he even retrieve the credentials with his current email address? “Uh… Actually, I don’t think I can get it right away. But I printed a copy of it once, it should be at home… somewhere…” Stashed in one of those boxes of old notebooks and magazines on top of his wardrobe, right? Or had it been thrown away when they had moved to their current apartment…? He fiddled with his phone with growing discomfort, acutely aware of the utter unhelpfulness of his babbling.

“We’d certainly be grateful if you could retrieve that photo for us, when you have a minute.” All Might finally conceded, taking pity on Izuku's floundering.

“Sure! I’ll try to find it as soon as I get home.”

“Much obliged.” Tsukauchi flipped quickly through his folder. Izuku was about to ask why the mention of that photo had sparked their interest so much, when Tsukauchi put Hisashi's file back into the folder and closed it with a snap. “Well, I think we’ve covered everything. Again, you’ve been immensely valuable to us, Midoriya.”

Izuku let out a breath he hadn’t noticed he was holding. All Might positively beamed at him and flashed him a thumbs up, which was its own, heart-warming reward. They all stood up and made to leave, when Izuku remembered he owed the two men a proper thanks.

“Ah, I really appreciate that you used your influence to… to get the papers off my back. It was… unreasonable of me to ask, but I  really  appreciate you humoring my hope for discretion anyway. I hope that it wasn’t too much of an inconvenience.”

Tsukauchi and All Might traded a puzzled glance. 

“We did nothing of the sort, kid. What makes you-” All Might stopped, as if struck by a sudden thought. “Ah! You did mention it yesterday, didn’t you? That you were expecting your friend to expose your quirk…”

“Yes. I… I imagine Kacchan told the journalists, and you took care of, uh, correcting his version?”

“No, no, there was no need to.” All Might waved his hand dismissively. “Your friend didn’t mention you at all. He was on the verge of fainting when you rushed in, he’d been strenuously fighting back against the villain for a while by that time. He was too exhausted to notice your intervention, and you bolted immediately afterwards. He never realized you were there.”

Izuku’s jaw dropped half-way open, but he shut it immediately with an audible click. 

“...Ah.” Kacchan hadn’t realized. The bystanders hadn’t realized. The police hadn’t realized. All Might hadn’t really realized. That meant that no one, no one, would know about his quirk right now… if he hadn’t gone and spilled the beans about it himself. If he hadn’t dumped an unnecessary confession to the number one hero out of sheer, emotional anxiety.

...Boy, that next phone call was going to be one for the ages.

[flowingwithwater]

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A/N: One shot, kinda long, enjoy xx

Summary: Nat is R’s trainer, R is on love. They go on a mission, R gets hurt protecting Nat. Nat feels guilty but R tells her, she’d do it again - fluff follows.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Words: ~ 5k

“Again. Get up and throw a punch. C’mon y/n” it took everything in you to not roll your eyes at the antics of your trainer. You had been going at it for a couple of hours now and honestly you were beat. Laying on the mat you looked up at the beautiful women. She was looking down on you, a slight sheen of sweat covering her face and collarbones. For a second you zoned out just looking at her until you felt her kicking your feet.

“What’s wrong? Already in dream land? Get up. One more round and then we’ll have lunch.” At the mere thought of food your felt adrenaline rush through your body and you jumped up excitedly. A slight chuckle coming from the other woman, “if only the success of training had that effect on you.”

“Well, what can I say?” You started getting in position. “getting punched in the face by an assassin is just not really motivating.” A smirk grew on your opponents face and the feeling it caused in your gut made you blush a little. God, there was nothing she could do that wouldn’t be absolutely fucking hot.

“Show me what you got and maybe I’ll allow you to have dessert.” she winked. She winked at you. The flirting between the two of you had been going on for a while. Ever since your first mission together, in which you had gotten to know each other on a more personal level, there was always something in the air.

You couldn’t decipher whether she meant what she said or if it was simply fun to her. But what you did know, was that it had caused you to fall head over heels for the woman. Not that you would tell her. Or anyone for that matter.

Refocusing on the fight ahead of you, you lifted your fists to somehow cover your face. Jumping back and forth on the tip o your feet, you prepared to make the first move.

You had learned quickly that if you would wait for her to start, the result would be a lot more painful. So, to avoid any broken bones you went for her face. Of course, you hit the air, you don’t think you’ve ever actually gotten her. Not even close. But that didn’t bother you, she was still the freaking Black Widow and you were a simple Agent.

The two of you exchanged some punches with almost none of them landing, until suddenly Natasha stopped in her tracks.

“All right let’s have lunch” she moved her hand towards the exit of the gym, and you were confused. Looking at her skeptically, your fists slacked, and your posture slumped.

“Uh,” you started uncertainly, “okayyyy. Let’s go…then.” slowly, really slowly you moved your back towards her only breaking eye contact once it was physically impossible to keep it. She was planning something, you were sure. You don’t remember a single incident when she would stop a fight just like that. Without a winner. No, something was going on here.

And just when that thought left your mind you were pulled back while you tripped backwards over her legs. Landing with a harsh sound on the floor. Her face came into view and she was smirking.

“Remember, always be aware of your surroundings!”

This time you rolled your eyes. “That was totally unfair, and you know it. No real enemy would just stop in the middle of a fight and then pull some shit like that.” you huffed when she outstretched her hand and pulled you up.

“Life is not fair. You and I both know that.” With a smile she dropped your hand, and you immediately missed it. She turned away from you and picked up her water bottle.

While she was drinking you took her in. How her neck moved when she drank the water, how there was a little more sweat now and one or two drops rolled down her neck and disappeared in her shirt. Your eyes moved down her body, her shoulders her arms, her butt…

Quickly you averted your eyes. You’re not a creep. It’s not normal to stare at a friend like that and you needed to stop. It wasn’t going to get you anywhere. Shaking yourself out of your stupor you went to grab a towel and your bag.

“I’ll take a shower real quick and then I’ll meet you in the common room, yeah?” Sending her one last smile you left the room while taking a deep breath. Walking away, you missed her eyes wandering down your body until you were out of her sight.

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After a quick (cold) shower, you got dressed in some comfy clothes and made your way downstairs. You were one of the few simple agents that lived in the facility. But since you had literally nothing and no one, your job was your life and therefore it only made sense to live there.

When you proposed that to the other Avengers, they were happy about it. You didn’t really work with them much, except maybe Clint and Natasha but over time you had become great friends with them, and Tony was more than willing to design a room just for you.

Walking in the kitchen you saw Natasha already sitting at the counter, her hair up in a loose bun with some strands falling in her face. You kind of wanted to move them behind her ear so they wouldn’t bother her while reading the file in her hands. The file. You almost didn’t see that. Making your way over to her you asked,

“What’s that? You got a mission?”

She looked up at you and smiled softly. “No, we got a mission. It’s an easy one, but we’ll have to stay at a safe house for three days. We’re leaving tonight” staying at a safe house with her made you nervous. It wouldn’t be the first time you would have to do that, but since your feelings have only gotten stronger you were unsure how this was going to play out.

Swallowing your nerves, you plastered a big smile on your face. “Sounds like fun. But on to more important matters, what’s for lunch.” Eliciting a laugh from the redhead you couldn’t help but smile at her.

You loved her laugh. She didn’t do it very often, but it made your heart melt every time. It felt special when you were the one causing it. Smiling to yourself you turned around and made your way to the kitchen with Natasha following you closely.

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“Ugh, this is the worst.” huffing you threw your bag on one of the two beds in the safe house. “How can we have so much money and our safe houses look like this.” exasperated you flopped down on the bed and moved your arm to cover your face.

“Oh, c’mon. We’ve had worse, don’t you remember Louisiana last year?” she asked with a slight smirk on her face.

“Oh god, don’t remind me. You’re right, that was the worst one, but this right here is a close second.” you moved your arm away from your face and your eyes searched the room until they landed on Natasha. She was unpacking some of her stuff.

For a moment you got lost in her movements. It was always mesmerizing to watch her do anything. She was never unsure of a single move and everything looked so elegant yet so lethal.

You groaned internally, she was only putting away some of her clothes and that’s what you were thinking? How can someone be so obsessed with another person?

Trying to distract yourself, you got up and made your way to the kitchen. “Hopefully, they filled the fridge. I’ll make us dinner and then we can go over the plan for tonight.” Not waiting for an answer, you opened the fridge and saw an acceptable amount of food. You were sure you could make something nice and immediately your thoughts were completely enraptured by your cooking plans.

After a couple of minutes of cooking, you felt the presence of the other woman behind you. She was quiet, which wasn’t new to you. While you considered Natasha a good friend, talking about deeply personal things was never something you had done. Not that you weren’t both interested but knowing how much both of you had on their plate, it just didn’t seem to be an easy conversation.

That’s why her next question surprised you. “So, what exactly got you to move into the Avengers facility?” she sounded so nonchalant, it took you a minute to figure out what to say.

Sensing your hesitation, she quietly said “You don’t have to answer that. I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

You turned around, and when you saw her looking at you intently your lips quirked up a bit. She looked beautiful in this light and you couldn’t help but just stare at her. She didn’t seem to mind because she did the exact same thing to you.

In this atmosphere you felt extremely safe. You always did when she was around, so you wanted to tell her everything about yourself. You just wanted her to know you and your story.

“I don’t have anything but this job. My father was an asshole and my mom died when I was very young. I lived with an aunt, but we never really got along, so I moved out when I was 16 and took my chances. I applied for this weird program that would assure you a job and financial help, you just had to pass some test. I passed it and just like that I was in the middle of S.H.I.E.L.D. It took me a while to climb the levels because I struggled with my social skills. I basically failed every single test about undercover work.” a light laugh left your mouth and when you looked up you saw green eyes focused entirely on you and what you were saying.

“Anyway, a while later I was introduced to one Clint Barton. He was great and we got along very well, but he was in the special division and I was not. So, we didn’t have a lot of jobs together.  But we hung out and stuff. Until he was called on this highly secretive mission in Budapest. I think his job was to exterminate an enemy but instead he brought her into S.H.I.E.L.D and she became one of, if not the best Agent. I’m not sure if you know her, she can be quite annoying.”

A washcloth hit your face and you started laughing. “You’re an idiot.” shaking her head, Natasha moved around you to get the dishes for the table. When she was right next to you, she paused and lifted her head.

“Thanks for telling me that. I appreciate it.” it was barely a whisper. She was so close, and it wouldn’t have taken much for you to kiss her. Two, maybe three inches and your lips would have touched hers.

Instead, you cleared your throat and moved away. “Well, uh you’re welcome. Set the table, I’ll bring the food in a second.”

Natasha looked at you for a while longer and then decided to just do what you had said. It almost seemed like she was reluctant to move. When she left the kitchen, you leaned against the counter and let out a long sigh. Slowly, you moved to get the food and carried it to the table, where the redhead was patiently waiting for you.

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After dinner it was time to get ready. Both of you put your suits on and attached all the necessary weapons to it. You had some guns, but your favorites were always the knives. It was easier to move with them and quite honestly, you were also fucking good at it.

When you were finished, the two of you left the house and made your way towards the building you’d have to infiltrate in order to get some intel on some rich dude selling alien weaponry.

“Okay listen, we’ll go in, get the intel and get the hell out of there. No unnecessary fighting and no casualties but also, no captures. Someone comes for you, end it. Try not to die and we’ll be fine.”

A dry chuckle left your lips and you looked over at the redhead, “Wow, Nat. Your pep talks are almost as good as Steve’s.” She didn’t look at you, but you could see that small smile you liked so much. It made you happy and you couldn’t help but smile as well.

If only you could see that more often. Yes, the two of you spend a lot of time together, but there always seems to be some kind of barrier. There were moments in the past, when you felt like you were getting even closer, but every time she would pull away and not talk to you for a couple of weeks, finding excuses as to why she couldn’t train you that day.

Right now, you were in a good space. It had been a couple of months since that last happened and you had to admit it was the worst one. She wouldn’t talk to you; she wouldn’t look at you. It was hell and that was the time you realized your feelings were a lot more than just a crush.

You had made a plan to not let her back in if she decided to come back with an apology, but when she knocked on your door in the middle of the night, nervous as you’d never seen her, you couldn’t help yourself but forgive her.

So now, here you were. On a mission with you constantly thinking about her, knowing you were in love with her and not being able to keep your eyes off of her.

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“The hallway is clear.” you whispered into your comms. Getting into the building was surprisingly easy and both of you were a little suspicious. But the mission had to be completed, so you continued to be careful.

“All right. Come back here and cover me while I retrieve the data.” you could here her voice in you ear. Nodding your head, you quietly walked back to where she was. Locking eyes and nodding in confirmation that the two of you were fine, you entered a room that looked like a control room.

While Nat put her gun away and walked to one of the computers, you turned around and made sure no one was coming. It was quiet. Too quiet. You were beginning to get concerned, checking the hallway again your turned around to her “Something feels off, Nat. Maybe we should go.”

Just when you finished your sentence, you heard a loud bang coming from the other side of the hallway. You were about to say something else when you heard Nat moving. “All right, got it. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Getting your guns out you made your way towards the exit. No one was in your way. There were no soldiers or agents or weapons. It was weird and that feeling in your stomach wasn’t dissipating.

“Nat, this is weird.” You turned your head to look back at her and that’s when you saw him. A lone Agent with a freaking sword in his hand, charging towards the two of you.

Without thinking you stepped in front of Natasha and were about to shoot when the sword lodged itself into your side. There was no pain and you barely registered the sword, until you pulled the trigger and it was removed by the body falling to the ground. All that happened within a single second.

“Y/n!” Nat was quick to catch you, before you fell on the ground. Her gun still raised she inspected your wound with a shaking hand. She was panicking.

“I’m fine Nat. I don’t think it hit anything vital. It just hurts like a bitch.” groaning, when she put pressure on your wound, you tried to reassure her.

She was frantic in her movements. You don’t even think she heard you or registered that you were talking. To calm her, you reached up to touch her cheek. “Nat, I am fine. Let’s just go, so nothing else happens.”

That helped and suddenly she stopped moving and looked down at you. Leaving was easier said than done. Just as you were about to move the sound of footsteps made you halt your movements. Locking eyes with Nat you both knew that there was a change of plans.

“Nat, we need to leave. Now.” Your hand was wrapped around her shoulders while she held on to you, trying not to touch your wound.

“They are probably blocking our point of entry. We can’t just go there with you hurt like that. Do you remember another exit?” she was nervous. You could feel her heartbeat from being so close and her hand on your waist kept squeezing in a rhythm almost as if she was trying to ground herself through your touch.

“There is no other exit, but I have an idea. If we get close enough, we can just blow them up and get out of here. I have three grenades on me.”

“You brought grenades? Are you fucking kidding me? You know those things are unpredictable, what if you get blown up while fighting hand to hand?” she whisper-screamed at you. Her face was set, and she was in full trainer mode. You rolled your eyes, wincing when you moved your body a little bit.

“Give me a break. Now is not the time. I have a fucking sword wound, I am losing blood and you want to lecture me about grenades? Just grab them and blow these assholes up so we can leave.” At the mention of your wound Nat’s face turned to a worried frown again.

“Okay, okay. Let’s got.”

With a groan, caused by the pulsating pain in you side, you walked towards the exit as fast as you could. Before you turned the corner, Nat guided you to the ground.

“Hey, hey what are you doing? Help me back up!” you couldn’t stop her from pushing you down, it was simply too much pain.

“You can’t fight, obviously. So, I’m going to throw the grenades and take care of possible survivors and then I’ll get you.” She was about to stand up, but you pulled her back down by her arm. Fear enveloped you heart. You didn’t know how many people were out there and there was no way you’d let her fight all of them alone.

“No! Nat, listen. We don’t know how many there are and what if it’s too many, what if the grenades don’t do shit. I can’t let you go alone.” At this point you were desperate for her to listen to you, but she was already reaching around you to get the three grenades.

Before she pulled away completely, she put her hand on your cheek and looked at you as if you were the most precious thing on this planet.

“You can’t help right now. I got this; I promise. So, you just sit here and be pretty and let me handle this, okay?” her eyes pierced yours and there was nothing but sincerity, love and a little bit of worry in them. Enraptured by her beautiful eyes you leaned into her touch and nodded slightly.

With one last look at you, she stormed off. All you could do was lean your head against the wall, put pressure on you wound and hope to the gods, that the woman you were in love with would come back to you.

After a couple of minutes of silence, you were almost happy when you heard the grenades go off. At least that meant she was still alive. Now you just had to wait a little while longer.

You listened closely, trying to make out any sounds; guns, fighting, anything. But it was completely silent except your own shallow breath.

‘This is taking too long. Something is wrong’ With a loud groan you moved to get up, just as you were about to try and stand up, a pair of warm hands landed on your shoulders. You looked up and there she was. Covered in debris but still beautiful as ever.

Seeing her made you realize how scared you really were. Tears started gathering in your eyes, you closed them and took a deep breath.

The two hands helped you up and one of her arms sneaked back around your waist. Leaning your head against hers you quietly whispered, “Thank God.”

The way back to the safe house took longer than expected, since you still couldn’t walk properly. But after what felt like hours, you were finally back in the warmth of the house and you couldn’t help but be glad to be back in this dump of a place.

“Come on, we need to clean the wound.”

Her voice seemed to be very far away and you realized you almost dozed of on the way here. She almost carried you at this point and you felt bad, so you quickly shifted your weight back on your legs.

In the bedroom, you sat down with a hiss. Her hands left your body and she quickly walked to the bathroom to get some stuff for you wound.

“Take your shirt off please and lay down.” You heard her voice a little clearer now and you did as you were told. Laying on the bed you mind drifted back to the moment you got stabbed. Even though it hurt like a bitch, a small smile grazed your lips at the thought of having saved her life. Honestly, you’d do it again in less than a heartbeat.

A dip on the side of the bed, made you open your eyes to look at Natasha. She was focused on cleaning you wound, as soon as the disinfectant touched your tender skin you couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath in.

“I’m sorry, but we have to clean it. I’m sorry.” Nat sounded terrible. Well, her voice was still beautiful, but it was laced with worry. You couldn’t help but scan her face.

Her brows were formed to a frown and her lips kept moving, apologizing repeatedly. Moving your arm without thinking, your fingers settled between her brown and smoothed the skin there.

“It’s okay. It just hurts.” You tried to reassure her, and it seemed like your touch was working. Her hands stilled and she moved into the touch of you hand. After two or three long breaths, her eyes moved to your face.

“I’m done. You should get some rest now and tomorrow we’ll clean it again.”

“What about you? Are you hurt?” you couldn’t see any wounds but you had to be sure. With a soft smile she answered.

“Just a little dirty from your grenades. I’ll take a shower and then go to bed as well. Rest, your tired, I can see that. Close your eyes, okay. Good Night.”

And with that she got up, gathered all the medical equipment, and moved away from the bed. Sighing you gave up the fight and finally closed your eyes to fall into a deep slumber.

 Opening your eyes, you looked around. It was still dark outside and you could see Natasha sleeping in the bed opposite from you. Realizing you woke up because you had to pee, you started moving into a sitting position.

A soft groan left your lips, but quietly so you wouldn’t wake up Natasha. Moving fucking hurt. After getting your left leg off the side of the bed, you slowly moved the rest of you body to follow. A couple of hisses later and you were standing, albeit shakily, but you were standing up.

“What are you doing, y/n?” Hearing sheets ruffle, it was only a couple of second later, that warm hands found their way to support you.

Guilty, you looked up “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, but I uhm…I have to, you know, pee.” Your were thankful it was dark, the proximity of the woman was bad enough but her trying to help you use the toilet, which you were sure she would do, made you blush like an idiot.

“Alright let’s got.” She said matter-of-factly.  Without meeting her eyes you nodded and started walking towards the bathroom. You dreaded what was about to happen. You didn’t want this woman to see you pee, that was a 5-year relationship step.

To try and make this a little less awkward, you tried to crack some jokes. Honestly, you just wanted to hear her laugh. She was quiet, and not the “I am tired”-quiet but the “I feel guilty because you got hurt because of me and now I’ll help you however I can”-quiet.

But she didn’t even move her lips. There was no amusement, and she was definitely not in the mood to laugh. It made you a little sad but also you were worried. Natasha needed to know that you did not blame her in any way. It was not her fault.

The rest of the torture of using the toilet was spent in silence. Just when she helped you lay down, did you grab her hand before it moved too far away.

“Nat, this isn’t your fault. Stop beating yourself up, okay. I’ll be fine. And just so you know, getting sworded was on my list of ways to get injured anyways, so check.” Your thumb drew patterns on her hand but she still didn’t look at you. “Nat, please. Smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

There was no reaction. She didn’t look at you and she didn’t move either. You realized your words wouldn’t get through her thick scull so you did the only thing you could.

You shuffled towards the other side of the bed and pulled her with you at the same time. She was hesitant, but she slowly followed your lead and laid down beside you.

There was no touching except your hand on her lower arm, still drawing patterns. It was silent except for the sound of both of you breathing.

You felt at ease, there was no pain. All you could feel was her laying next to you. That was everything you have wanted for the past year. But this was not how you imagined it. You didn’t want her to feel guilty or sad. You wanted her to enjoy it, just like you did.

“Why did you do it? You could’ve let him just stab me. Why would you jump in the way?” her voice way quiet, hard to hear.

Now you were angry. Was she serious? It was not like you expected her to know about your feelings for her or the fact that you would literally die for her, no. But you did expect her to know that she means something to you and that you would protect however you could.

“Are you serious, Nat? I mean all these years of training and you can’t figure out why I took a fucking sword for you? I did it because I’d rather die, than see you get hurt. There is literally nothing on this fucking planet that I wouldn’t do to protect you. And if you haven’t figured that out by now, you are stupider than I thought possible.”

Okay, whew. That was maybe a little over the line. But you couldn’t help it. At this point, she should’ve known that you would do something like that.

Movement to your left startled you a little bit, especially when all of a sudden you were looking up into those beautiful eyes you regularly dream about.

“I know why you did it, because it’s the same reason why I’d do it for you. I can’t see you get hurt, okay. Especially for me. That is not an option, because if you think that you would die before something happened to me, I would murder every single human being on this planet to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt.”

You didn’t know what to say. Did she just say, she felt the same way? Wait, did she just say she would annihilate the human race to protect you?

“Wow Nat, every single human being? That is a lot of people, you know. Need some help with that?”

Finally, you saw her lips move up in a smile. Finally, she was responding and fucking finally you felt like this might be the beginning of something. But before you could say anything else, she took the word.

“You are an absolute idiot.” With a final smile, she moved to grab you face and softly pressed her lips to yours. It was a soft kiss; she didn’t want to hurt you. But you could not get enough. It was like a fire erupted in your core and you moved to pull her even closer.

Pushing up, the kiss got more forceful. It was like a year of pent-up emotions all pouring out into this one kiss. One of her arms moved down your side, careful to not touch your wound, as she slowly pulled away.

Keeping her as close as you could, you smiled brightly at her.

“This was awesome, can we do it again?” with a soft chuckle, Natasha pressed another soft peck to your lips, before moving away again.

“As soon as you’re all healed up, okay. For now, let’s just sleep.”

“okay” you whispered softly. Slowly Nat moved to lay her head on the same pillow you were laying on. Taking your hand and intertwining your fingers she pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“And don’t think just because this is going on, I’ll go less hard on you in training. This has no influence on any of that.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Content and happy, you closed your eyes with the feeling of the redhead cuddled in your side. Fucking finally this was happening. Fucking finally, you had someone, fucking finally you had her.

[that1fanficwriter]

Also Gwife would really like a Peter Parker fluffy alphabet 😁

In honor of Avengers Campus opening and because I have no inspiration to write my paper for school I present to you: this.

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He loves how intelligent you are

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He hasn’t thought about it a lot but he thinks that maybe one day that would be nice.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He will take any cuddles you give him. He’s a total cuddle bug.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

So adorable, you’ve had picnics in Central Park, you’ve swung around New York with him, you’ve had quiet movie nights in, you guys do a bunch of different dates.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

He said you are his strength. After Tony died he wanted someone to believe in him that much again; little did he know you were there all along.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

You had both just finished your finals so you were having a sleepover at Peter’s apartment. You were watching Star Wars and you both started quoting it at the same time. That was the exact moment you both knew you belonged together.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Of course! He is a smol bean cinnamon roll. Nuff said

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

All the time, anytime you are walking near each other he likes to just grab your hand to keep you near him.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He thought you were really pretty and he was really happy that the two of you were partnered up for your book report because he was struggling in your lit class and he knew you would be willing to help him understand what was happening.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes? He is a little bit self conscious but he fully trusts you and knows you would never do anything to hurt him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Most of your kisses are super sweet and gentle. For your first kiss he was such a gentleman; you had just gotten back from seeing a movie, he walked you up to you door and asked you if he could kiss you. Of course you said yes and he gave you a quick peck because he was so nervous. After that instance you got a little more affectionate and adorable. You even convinced him to try the infamous upside down kiss.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Both of you. You were watching Empire Strike Back and quoting the scene as it went along but when you got to “I love you” “I know” you told him that you really meant it and he told you that he felt the same way.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

It’s not necessarily the best memory for him but when he was exposed as Spiderman he immediately went over to your place because he knew he could trust you. Of course you were there to comfort him since you had just seen the news. You called Ned and told him to come over so that you could all make a plan.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He wants to but he knows you don’t really care about gifts so he just gets you really meaningful gifts instead.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Royal blue because you often steal his midtown high sweatshirt when you are over at his apartment; sometimes because you are cold or you want it, sometimes because you want to annoy him slightly but still make him laugh.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He calls you sweets, sweetheart, and love. You call him babes, Pete, and web boy the most.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Listening to vinyls, especially with you.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He loves to watch old movies with you or just listen you music. Basically anything that’s relaxing that he can do with you.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He likes to watch funny/classic movies to cheer himself up (bonus if you are cuddling with him). Maybe it's the "Peter tingle" but that boy is perceptive so if he picks up that you are having a less than good day he would go to the ends of the earth to make you smile.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He will talk to you about anything but he likes to talk about nerd stuff such as Star Wars and science.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

He LOVES to cuddle doesn't matter how, when, or where, he just likes to have you in his arms or vice versa.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He likes to show off when he learns new tricks as Spiderman or new tech he’s built.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He thought it would be cool to have a big gesture but once he got the ring he started to overthink and he just blurted it out before a big mission.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Either "Would You Be So Kind" by dodie or "Ma Cherie" by Palaye Royale (I love Palaye, such a good band, highly recommend)

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

After getting un-blipped and losing Tony, yes, all the time. He realized just how amazing and supportive you are and how he wouldn't know what to do without you. You both already knew you were endgame because after he told you he was Spiderman he gave you a promise ring but after everything he went through Peter realized he would be so lost without you.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Surprisingly, he absolutely does not want a spider (you tease him about it a lot "why do you not want a tarantula spider boy?").

[olivarryprompts]

Fanfic Friday #11

Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I post a new here and on A03. Enjoy x

Read and save it on A03 here https://archiveofourown.org/works/33567529

{fancy suits from dad}

Ships: Peter Stark & Tony Stark, Pepper Pots/Tony Stark

Warnings: swearing, just fluff otherwise :)

Wc: 2,319

Here’s the thing, Peter Parker grew up in Stark Tower, which eventually became Avengers Tower of course. So whilst his whole class was buzzing about their field trip, all he could think was, “shit, shit shit.” His dad was going to embarrass the hell out of him. His Aunts and Uncles were going to endlessly tease him.

So, no Peter was not looking forward to the field trip. Not in the slightest. He still wanted to go, though. He knew that the rumors of his internship being fake were started by Flash, the annoying teen. He also knew that Flash had not once said his real name, preferring the name Penis Parker. It didn’t bother him as much as it used to. Also since highschool began, Flash had calmed down with his bullying. Well, maybe Flash hadn’t calmed down and high school was just bigger and he had thicker skin. And a new support system with plenty of people to go to.

Peter had been adopted by the Starks when he was a mere ten years old. At first, he was terrible at receiving any gifts or even too much attention. Slowly but surely, he got more and more used to it. Now, he wouldn’t not know what to do if any of that was taken away. Plus, he really did find a liking for expensive suits, however shallow. He looked good in them, and his father always insisted on buying him more and more. Tony would always find an excuse to spoil the kid a little more, however much Pepper tried to stop him.

“Peter, please see me after class regarding an urgent matter.”

Brough out of his thoughts, Peter swiftly nodded his head.

He looked at the board to see the words from before still written on them, “Field Trip to Stark Industries!” It might as well have said, “Dig Peter Stark’s Grave!”

“So, let’s get started with today’s lesson, graphing imaginary numbers on the complex plane!” He’d done this one a while back with his father. Something about not only learning applicable science and engineering. Peter tapped his glass, and the episode of Arrow he’d been watching on the car ride over began playing. He’d be ever grateful for his father’s gift of EDITH to him. Pepper had tried to ban him from wearing them to school, but hastily gave up when Peter pulled the spiderman danger card.

“Alright, class dismissed. Please remember to do this homework pages 11-18 on this unit’s homework handout.”

Peter, forgetting his teacher's previous request, was very glad to be on his way home. He was one foot out of the door when the teacher called his name. Now, his day had gone pretty well up to that point. Bucky made pancakes for breakfast, which were delicious. There was wayyy less traffic on the way to school. He’d aced an essay and a couple of quizzes, and then he even participated in PE effectively. But alas, all good things had to come to an end.

“Mr. Parker? The discussion.”

“Right,” Peter thought, joining the teacher at his desk.

“Peter, you are truly a great kid. I know you’ve been through a lot recently and in your life, but it is no excuse to make up an internship. We both know that it is not real. Now, acknowledging that you have a bright future, the administration and I have come forward with an offer. If you agree to write an apology, expressing that you understand what you did was wrong and immoral, you will both be allowed to come on the trip and no punishment will be given to you. If you choose to not take this opportunity, you will be banned from the trip and will be chastised.

Peter just stood there, not really comprehending. Apparently Flash’s little rumors were a lot bigger than he anticipated.

“I-i-I’m not lying,” was all he could manage. He had filed all the right paperwork and proved his internship.

“I’m sorry to hear that you will not come forward with the truth. You have up until the day before the trip to hand in the letter if you change your mind. Goodbye Peter.”

Peter just let his legs take him out of the classroom, then out of the school, and then to the road, a couple blocks away, where his dad picks him up from.

“Hello mini-me.”

“Hey,” Peter said, jumping into the passenger seat.

“‘Hi Dad, thanks so much for taking time out of your busy schedule to pick me up each and every day. Sick new car by the way! I’d love to drive it sometime!”

Peter just rolled his eyes with a smile, “Car looks great dad. McLarren’s are superior yet.”

“Ungrateful, so so ungrateful. What’s got you in a mood then?”

“Nothin,” Peter said, pulling out his phone.

“Oh come on, tell me. Tell me or I’ll call Ted.”

“Ned, Dad. We’ve been friends for like three years.”

“Not the point.”

“Just something at school.”

“Wow how very descriptive. You know I’m trying to do the whole feelings thing here, and you should appreciate that coming from my emotionally stunted self.”

“You’re so dramatic. Basically we’re having a field trip to your tower, and I’m not allowed to go because the teacher doesn’t think I really have an “internship.” Which, to be fair I don’t but that’s on you and not me.”

“Nah na na. I offered you an internship, and you said I’d be bored.”

“It would be. Doing a project for your company under strict supervision of some person would be sucky. I mean I can do anything I want from the lab you built me.”

“I know, but remember technically you are my intern. Remember we did that whole personal intern bullshit for the school.”

“Oh right. Is that why you keep harassing me about submitting all my completed projects.”

“No, that’s all your mother. Something about not wanting a lawsuit over a fake internship.”

“Make sense. She tends to be a lot smarter than you.”

“Ah, I feel so attacked. The abuse I suffer.”

“You’re terrible.”

“I am internally crying, kid. Sobbing.”

“Shut up,” we laughed.

“Who’s home?”

“You saw Buck and Sam this morning. Nat and Steve came back from their mission this afternoon. Thor and Loki are back for dinner tonight.. Strange might be coming round, not sure though. Cliff and the family aren’t back for at least a couple weeks. Oh and Bruce is wholed up in his lab as usual.”

“Shit. Everyone staying till the end of the week.”

“Yeah, oh the field trip. You’re screwed. You should have not told me.”

“Ughhhhh!!!”

“I love your life Petey.”

Peter walked into the kitchen and saw Steve reading a newspaper.

“Uncle Steve! Your back!” he smiled, dropping his bag off near the sofa. Steve got up to give the smaller boy a hug.

“Yep. Mission completed.”

“Nice. Can you tell me about it?”

“Yeah, it was nothing too interesting. We just needed some more intel into a terrorist organization stationed in the US. Most of the mission was recon. The next steps are being taken in a couple weeks.”

“Good to know there’s an active terrorist organization out there,” Peter said lightly.

Steve just smiled, not quite understanding the modern humor.

“Where is everyone else?” he said, realizing the living room was not in it’s normal chaotic state that he’d come to love. The chaos was his favorite reminder that he had so many people. He liked having lots of people, even after all this time.

“Nat and Buck are training, they invited you to join if you want. Bruce is in his lab, and dont worry he slept and ate last night. Not sure about the rest.”

“Right, thanks. I think I’m going to go train.”

Before he knew it, it was Friday morning, and his school was coming to his home. He was going to try very hard to ignore them. To do so, he asked his mum to let him sit in on some meetings. He had an easy in to the R&D and mechanical side of the company via the other interns. He was actually planning on hanging out with some of the “other” interns later that day. They were always happy to let Pete in on their projects and let him give them a hand. But he was always interested in getting more detail about the business side of the company, and he liked to get a window into it. Pepper was always happy to show her son the ropes. I mean he was heir to the company after all, even if he didn’t know yet.

He asked his mum to only schedule meetings after 12 as he requested a sleep in. Pepper was always happy when Peter slept as he was a little too much like his father. So, he woke bright and early at 11:00 o’clock.

After a scroll through his phone and a quick shower, he was ready to pull on his far too expensive Brunellio’s custom suit. It was one of his favorites. His father had got it custom made when he was in Italy, and told him he simply could not resist getting one for the kid. Pepper just smiled.

He had a large breakfast (enhanced metabolism) and headed towards the 34th floor where his first meeting was located. He’d been shadowing his mum for almost a year now whenever it was convenient, so he had the rointine down. He was almost sure he could take over a few of her meetings.

“Hi honey,” Pepper said, giving the boy a quick kiss on the cheek on the way to her own chair beside him. Peter blushed before resuming his professional posture and facial expression.

“Good morning everyone, as you can see Peter will be joining us today. I want to talk about some of the services we provide for our employees and their feedback. I’m aware we have a large portion to talk about so Kendra please take it away on that front.”

The first meeting went smoothly as planned. It was a discussion on the progress of the internal services, aka the IT department. Peter hadn’t learned much about their IT department, so it was good to listen in to. Pre these meetings, he, of course, does research into the background stuff, so he’s not completely lost. Pepper’s assistant usually provides him with a packet of info about the Stark Industries side of things. He is also given a list of key words and concepts he might want to make sure he understands. The research is fun for him, it makes him feel all professional.

Usually he spoke during the meetings, asking a couple questions and suggesting some ideas, but for this one he just learned and took in. The next meeting, however, was very much so his field. He’d spoken a lot with advertising, becoming very interested in the data analysis behind it. He even took a stats class so he could keep up. In that one he asked questions Pepper was on the verge of asking twice. He also contributed to the analysis of data once. Pepper usually liked him to participate as it was good for him, but he always felt bad suggesting stuff to the senior adults. He usually spoke to his mum or dad about projects for the company, preferring that.

They hung back in the room of the second meeting.

“Good job in this one Pete. Took two questions right off my tongue.”

“Thanks ma,” he said, always appreciating some approval.

“That’s all I’ve got for you today, kid. Rest of the stuff is, ya know.”

“Course. Thanks for these two. It was good to learn about internal affairs a bit more. Have a gap of knowledge there.”

“Yeah. Was that the first time meeting our CIT?”

“I believe so.”

“Well, next time we have a broader IA meeting, I’ll pull you outta school,” Pepper suggested.

“Really? That’d be epic.”

“Course, hun. Jarvis, sort that out please.”

“Of course Mrs. Potts.”

“Thanks J,” Peter yelled.

“Anytime mini-boss. No need to disturb the entire floor.”

“Are AI supposed to be so snarky?”

“Dad programmed it, what else would it be?”

“Valid point.”

“Right, got to run. See you later.”

“Bye, love you mum!”

“Love you too, Pete.”

“Jarvis, could you send me the tour plan for the visiting tour today?”

“Absolutely, sir. They’re on your phone now.”

“Thanks J.”

Looking at the plans Peter smiled. He had successfully avoided them the entire day. It said they were supposed to head back to school at 2:30, and it was about to be three. Smile on his face, he trotted down to the lobby to grab a coffee before going to meet Loki at the arcade. Don’t judge them, it was their thing. Taking the private lift down, and then walking straight to the coffee stand and ordering.

“Mr. Parker!” he heard the angry voice of his teacher, “How dare you show up here aft-”

Shit. shit. Shit.

“Edith, call dad, and tell him it’s urgent in the lobby.”

“Of course Peter.”

“Peter, are you listening to me! You are going to face extreme consequences for this.”

“Your coffee,” the man said, not realizing it was Peter, level ten personal of the tower, that was being yelled at.

“Thanks.”

“How dare you get coffee! In this building! Security!”

Tony arrived spotting his son instantly.

“Kid this best be impor- I see.”

“Hey Mr. Stark,” Peter said weakly.

“Mr. Harrington is it? Please stop harassing my intern.”

“H-he, he is y-your intern?”

“Yes. My favorite. Please exit the building and never question him again. You will be hearing from me.”

Let’s just say, Monday was an interesting day. At least Flash backed off, he was definitely an intern at SI, and no one embarrassed him on the trip.

[manunelle]

High School AU! {Ikesen/Scenario}

I finally finished an essay about brazilian portuguese phonology, so I decided to reward myself by writing cute stuff SHUDHUSHSUDAHS I’ve thought about this scenario ever  since I started playing Ikesen (back in 2017, good lord), but I never had the time to write them. 

I am thinking really hard if I should turn these into a fanfic or not. Depends on how much time I have to write :( 

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, bullying, violence (?MC kicks asses in this scenario lol).

MC moves from her hometown after her parents’ death, and starts to live all by herself. She enters the new school as a sophomore, and has some trouble making friends because she is seen as delinquent by other students. lol. She’s kind of cold towards girls and is always seen shouting at boys (because they are always assholes to her), so everybody kind of knows not to mess with her. She spends lunchtime all alone either on the school rooftop or at the library, and, even though she denies it, she feels lonely. 

One day, when she’s on her way to the library, she sees a gray-haired boy getting bullied by some jackass. She kind of saves him by hitting the bully’s head against a locker and knocking him out and drags the poor thing to a safer place (aka the rooftop).

The boy thanks her and introduces himself as Ishida Mitsunari, a freshman. She’s like “whatever dude” and goes back to her alone time.

 After that, things start to get weird. And MC kind of gets annoyed by Mitsunari’s friends.

 Hideyoshi, a senior, misunderstands the whole situation and thinks that MC was the one who tried to bully his precious kouhai-kun. He goes after MC and tries to scold her, but she just puts her headphones on and ignores him,enraging him more. Big bro tries to touch her shoulder to get her attention back on the discussion, only to be flipped over on his back by an angered MC. 

boi. he is so mad.

 However, Mitsunari stops the whole argument and fixes the misunderstanding and Hideyoshi feels embarrassed for being such an ass. He tries to apologize but MC has already left. 

 She also meets Ieyasu and Masamune. Ieyasu, a freshman, is always hiding (from his lovely friends lol) at the library, and he and MC have a passive-aggressive relationship because once they wanted to rent the same book (btw, MC won this fight). Masamune, a junior, is also constantly at the library, but only to drag his friend out of there (Poor yasu). He’s always hitting on MC, but, since he hasn’t exceeded the limit of her patience, she hasn’t kicked his ass yet. Yet. 

One week after the “kick Hideyoshi’s ass” incident, she meets Ranmaru by bumping into him and preventing him from falling on his face. Just like an otoge hero lol. Ranmaru tries so hard to be her friend that it’s almost ridiculous. By coincidence, perhaps, he and Mitsunari are in the same class, so now MC has two baby boys trying to blind her with their brightness. They are so precious that she just can’t be rude to them, but she’s not exactly their friend. She just prevents them from tumbling around the school and from getting their asses beat up by the other (assholes) students.

 One day, when she’s leaving the school building, Ranmaru and Mitsunari are trying to convince her to go to the karaoke with them and their friends, but she’s like “No. I have things to do, bye.”. Then, they end up meeting with Hideyoshi, Masamune, Ieyasu and two other boys that she can’t recognize. 

She tries to pass through them, but is stopped by Hideyoshi, who tries to apologize again. She rolls her eyes and says that she has already forgotten about the whole issue and just wants to get home. Then one of the boys, the black-haired gorgeous one, approaches and looks at her with interest, a wicked smile on his face. He takes her chin between his fingers, not caring about his friends eyes upon them, and invites her to karaoke and maybe later to a more secluded place, just the two of them…

She kicks him on the balls. All the boys wince.

 Hideyoshi tries to pick a fight with her. “How dare you do that to Nobunaga-san!” The awaited “Hideyoshi vs MC pt.2” happens and ends with the brown-haired boy passed out on the floor. 

 A silver-haired boy and Masamune are almost vomiting from laughing so hard, and MC just stares at them like the piece of shit they are. The black-haired boy, Nobunaga, is still on the floor, clutching his crotch with shaking hands and pained tears pricking on the corner of his eyes. Ieyasu has his mouth hanging open, staring at MC with wide eyes. Mitsunari is confused, and Ranmaru is awaiting her next move with anticipation. She sighs and leaves school grounds, swearing that one of these days she really is going to become a murderer.

 She gets home in one piece, and is greeted by a message from her neighbour, Sasuke, who saw her arrival through the window. He is probably one of the only people that she can have a conversation without aging 10 years due to annoyance. Unfortunately, he studies in a school across the city, so she doesn’t really have a lot of chances to talk to him besides messages.

 Sasuke shares a rent-house with four other guys that she has yet to meet, and he says that they are good friends. He is always inviting MC to hang out with them, but she always refuses the offer. Most of the time, it’s because she’s way too tired to stay up late to watch “Kenshin-san” beating some random dude, but she also is afraid of not fitting in. My girl has some issues. :( 

This day had been more tiresome than the others, so she goes to sleep earlier than usual. She wakes up with a lot of messages from Sasuke asking if she’s okay, a lot of messages from Ranmaru and Mitsunari asking if she wanna meet before school (how they got her number is still a mystery)and, surprisingly, she has been added to a groupchat called “Azuchi gang”.

 No.

 She leaves the group. Mitsuhide adds her back. 

Nooooooooooooooooooooo.

 She spends the next three weeks trying to hide from the seven boys, who, for some reason, start to follow her everywhere. Everywhere. On the rooftop, behind the library bookshelves, between the outside bushes, and for Christ's sake she swears that she has seen Masamune and Mitsuhide smirking at her through the glassdoor of her classroom.

 She just wants peace. :)

 One day, Ranmaru drags her to have lunch with them and she kind of just accepts her destiny, too tired to fight. Then, one day turned into another, and another, and she started to have lunch with them everyday, getting to know them better. However, in no way she is their friend. She doesn’t really consider them friends, but they think the contrary. 

For some reason, boys stop harassing her, one day appearing all beaten at school. She looks at them with an arched eyebrow, not noticing her acquaintances (as she likes to call the group) glaring at the boys behind her back.

 Ironically, girls start to treat her worse, insulting her behind her back but loud enough for her to hear and hiding/stealing her stuff. She soon realizes that it’s because they are jealous of the group’s affection, so, to stop the new and annoying behavior of her bitch classmates, she stops hanging out with them, ignoring them at school and also their messages. 

Unaccustomed with loneliness after weeks of hanging out with the boys, she ends up accepting Sasuke’s offer of hanging out. She goes to his house and she meets his friends, soon discovering that her headache will only turn worse. 

Yukimura is an annoying shit. Shingen is a flirting shit. Kenshin is a killer shit. Yoshimoto is a fashion shit. Wait, fashion. Oh, wow. She kind of gets along with Yoshimoto, engaging in conversation about clothes and art. 

Kenshin doesn’t like her until he discovers that she can kick ass. He loves her now.

 She soon learns to recognize Shingen’s flirting lines as a way of being funny (despite failing miserably lol), reminding her a bit of Masamune and Nobunaga. 

Yukimura is still an annoying shit. Just kidding dhuhduhdsuhsa They have an “I’ll annoy you until you start crying but if someone else do it i’ll kick their ass” relationship. It’s really precious.

They have their own groupchat, btw

Despite having new friends and hanging out with them after school, she still misses the other guys and feels bet about ignoring them. However, her things are still going missing and she can’t just point fingers and beat the shit of an annoying brat (despite wanting to). So she continues to ignore their existences. 

Unfortunately, one day her backpack ends up in the school’s pool, and Mitsuhide finds out about the whole missing objects and bullying stuff. Despite wanting to tease her as a way to take out his anger on MC, he knows that she is sad and trying really hard not to cry, so he just hugs her. This way, she can cry without anyone seeing, right? ;) 

The missing objects reappear on her locker, and she tries to pretend to be surprised. She doesn’t do a good job. She starts hanging out with the group again, and this time she recognizes them as her friends.

 It’s almost weird how she has changed from “how should I kill you” to “heeeey, Hideyoshi-san, let’s go to that crepe stall after class”.

 Hideyoshi thinks she’s cute, just like a little sister, and protects her behind the curtains.

 She and Masamune are bffs, always playing around and annoying the shit out of Ieyasu, who tries to hide the fact that he thinks she’s a lot cuter now that she smiles all the time than before. 

Mitsunari is her adopted son, thank you very much. If you try to mess with him, she might throw you off the building’s last level. 

Mitsuhide is always teasing her, but is always careful to not go too far. Students once saw the two entering a shady alley, and due to their reputations, could only imagine the dirty things they were doing there. Excuse you, how dare you call feeding cats dirty? 

Nobunaga thinks she’s hot. She also thinks she’s hot. They once kissed, but they decided that they are better as friends. 

Ranmaru kind of has a crush on her, but is afraid of ruining their friendship by confessing it. He also knows about her and Nobunaga, but doesn’t know that they are far from a relationship. Poor thing. :( 

She continues to hang with the Echigo squad, of course.

 MC and Yoshimoto are bffs. They always go shopping together and share their opinions on each other's clothes. She vented about the Nobunaga kiss situation to him, and he gave a lot of advice and hugs. He’s such a good friend, omg.

 Once, she went to watch Kenshin’s martial arts tournament, cheering on him the whole time. He tried so hard not to smile when he heard her shouts. After he won the golden medal, the whole gang went out for ice cream to celebrate the victory.

 Shingen knows about the Nobunaga kiss situation, and makes sure that she knows how hard he disapproves of it. Sometimes she thinks that she has two overprotective older brothers, Hideyoshi and Shingen.

 She hangs out with Yuki and Sasuke some nights. She goes to their house and they lay on the couch, watching whatever is going on on the tv and talking about anything. Yuki lays his head on her lap and his legs on Sasuke’s lap, so it’s a little hard to leave. Once, Kenshin got home from practice and saw the three passed out on the couch. Their expressions were so cute that he couldn’t resist from taking some pictures and sharing them on their groupchat. 

The thing is: both groups don’t know about the existence of the other. lol

 Echigo’s gang knows that she has friends at school, but they don’t think she’s as close to them as she is to them. 

Azuchi’s gang have their offers of hanging out at night often refused by her, but they just think that she is too tired or has strict parents on her neck. Once, Ranmaru and Hideyoshi saw she hanging out with Yuki and Sasuke and got jealous mad, but, despite trying to follow them, they lost their track (thanks to Sasuke, who thought they were trying to pick a fight adshsuhdsauhdsa). 

They didn’t ask about the boys, afraid of making her uncomfortable. However, they did share the news with the rest of the group. Overprotective friends on. 

One Saturday night, she goes to the karaoke with Echigo’s gang. She’s having a great time, watching Yukimura and Sasuke singing shoujo anime songs with high pitched-voices while talking about school stuff with Yoshimoto and Kenshin (Shingen’s flirting with the waitress), until she sees her other group of friends entering the place. She waves at them, smiling, and the groups look at each other with surprise and rage.

 Fortunately, it turns out that they know each other. Unfortunately, it turns out that they hate each other. 

“MCCCCCC, you have been ditching us to hang out with...with...with these savages?!” Hideyoshi cried, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her in a desperate attempt of putting some reason on her mind. 

“Um, excuse me.” Yoshimoto intervenes, snatching her out of his hands. Kenshin also gets mad and they all start fighting and talking at the same time. 

MC goes back home. 

Her headache got worse after that night. 

[jajanvm-imbi]

Headcanons of Krel living on earth because he’s my favorite and I love him and I haven’t seen anyone do this yet so I feel like I have to

^^^^^because of this very moment I love the idea of Mary and Darci befriending Krel.

Since Aja,Vex and Eli went back to Akaridion-5, Mother was destroyed, and Claire was busy with Trollhunting stuff, earth gets pretty lonely. So Mary and Darci adopt him into their friend group. 

At first Krel was a little apprehensive to joining their friend group, but he quickly warmed up to it because, he, being Krel, loves the attention.

like I can totally see Mary and Darci taking Krel to like a mall or something and doing those like teen romcom movie shopping montages where he goes into a changing room and the girls judge the outfit until they find the perfect one.

I personally believe Krel would adopt a soft boy look, with like oversized button ups and t shirts tucked into jeans, but thats just me.

anyway, because he’s friends with Mary and Darci, Krel has a new found social popularity in Arcadia.

because of this, Krel would prolly get nominated for Spring Fling king and shit

I would say Krel wouldn’t really care about being nominated, but seeing how he cared so much about the science fair and the Battle of the Bands, he would definitely care

Steve is conflicted because he wants to be Spring Fling King, but he can’t mess with Krel like he did with Jim and Eli cause Krel is his girlfriend’s brother 

Krel notices this and takes advantage of it to mess with Steve and actually tries to win.

like Krel would just dominate the contests, and his theme presentation would be the flashiest and most appealing and people would just generally like him, and that would really worry Steve

like Krel, with four arms would be really good at the Touch-a-Truck-athon or whatever its called.

Krel would prolly let Steve win anyway because watching Steve squirm and freak out over prolly losing the crown and not being able to do anything about it cause he's Aja's brother is much better than any highschool dance crown

also the school 100% asks Krel to DJ future dances and events to save money, and Krel absolutely loves it

He would also definitely do the school play. Seeing how much he enjoyed being in Toby and Eli's short film, and again, he loves the attention, he would totally be down 

Also it would just be another chance to mess with Steve to be the lead. 

Because of this, Ms. Janeth would do another Shakespearean play, but do one of those modern renditions. Like it's the same play just in a modern setting, to take advantage of Krel's Akaridion form like they did with Jim's armor. 

If not in the play he would do stage crew/tech.

Like he would create elaborate settings for them using A5 tech and Ms. Janeth would adore it 

moving on, because home life is pretty lonely with just the Lucy and Ricky for company, Krel loves to host his friends for parties and sleepovers and whatever

and since Krel lives in the coolest house on the block, they love coming over

He hosts girl’s night every other week with Mary, Darci, and Clarie (becauuse she deserves a fucking break) 

since we’ve all agreed that Krel is 100% a gaylien, I love the idea that he casually comes out during a girls night

like Mary would be like “So Krel, are there any girls you like?” and Krel’s just like, “*snort* Girls? Who ever said I like girls?” and the others are like “….....?“ and Krel just rolls his eyes and says "I like boys, ladies” and they’re like “ooooohhhh, okay. Cool.”

So now they spend girls night talking about boys. Claire and Darci about their mans and Mary and Krel about cute boys.

One day the girls give Krel a little rainbow pin and Krel’s just like “what’s this?” And the girls tell him that it’s an earth symbol for the gays and he’s like “theres a symbol for that here? I didnt think it was that big of a deal. On A5 it’s pretty normal” and the girls explain why theres a symbol and he’s like “oh shoot wow, thanks" and he put it on his backpack.

He’s pretty confused the first time someone is homophobic towards him cause like that kind if behavior doesnt happen on A5 and hes just like, “why does this bother you? I hardly know you” and just brushes it off. Its doesnt really bother him, mainly cause he doesnt know the earth insults towards gay people so he doesn’t even realize, but if the girls (or Toby, or even Steve, too) catch anyone being homophobic towards their friend they will attack that asshole on sight. Especially Mary and Steve

Random person on the street: Ha, *slur*

Marry: WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HIM BITCH???

Krel: Marry its fine, it’s not that big of a dealoHSEKLOSANDGAYLENMARYGETOFFOFHIM

Marry: SAY IT AGAIN ASSHAT, I D A R E YOU

Claire and Darci: *trying to hold Mary back* maRY NO

Steve: THATS MY NINJA KICKING SPACE ANGEL GIRLFRIEND'S BROTHER BUTTSNACK I'LL END YOU

Toby: *now chasing after Steve to stop him* stEVE NO

Mary would 100% find out who the rando is and destroy their life on social media. Like she would leak their job, phone number, email, school/college (if applicable) to her thousands of followers and absolutely ruin them with no remorse. And honestly, good for her

Also whilst on the subject, Krel can not drive or cook for 2 reasons: 1. Hes gay and 2. He’s a prince so he’s never had to do either before

Like he can obviously do math but that’s it.

Proof? That one scene in Wizards when Douxie had him drive the airship. You know the one.

Coach Lawrence refuses to get in a car with him at Drivers Ed after the 3rd day Krel shows up.

Krel gets addicted to sugary coffee shop-esc drinks thanks to Darci. Not coffee cause we saw in 3Below Part 1 that he doesnt like coffee, but refreshers, coolattas, frappuccinos etc…? Definitely.

As for warm drinks, he’s more of a tea person.

Moving on

He face calls Aja everyday because he really misses her

He tells her all about school and his friends and whatever and Aja tells him about the changes she’s making to the A5 government

Thanks to the wormhole they visit each other often. Sometimes Steve tags along cause he misses his ninja kicking space queen angel girlfriend. (And Eli, but that's also for another post)

They take turns housing Luug.

Krel genuinely loves it on earth, but he hates the primitive technology so he begs Aja to send him supplies and materials for his projects. 

He would 10000% apply to HexTech for an after school job. Seeing his reaction to HT in Wizards and the fact that “Akaridion tech and magic are so compatible”, he would be the perfect addition to the HT staff. 

The Wizards wouldn’t be sure at first but after he shows them A5 tech and Douxie’s email of recommendation about the time loop thing they made together, the wizards are like “oh yeah we definitely keeping this kid. This is going to be so much fun.”

Their inventions become more and more extravagant because Krel can and he's just extra and the wizards love it.

He would definitely find a way to use magic using A5 tech. But he would have to study magic in order to figure out how, so the wizards help him learn all about magic. And since he's learned everything there is to learn about science and technology and whatever, he's super excited to learn about something completely different and interesting. The wizards are happy to teach him. He would be the first Akaridion to learn and use magic

Like he would make his own staff with his serrator and everything. He's like "earn a staff? Nah fuck that going to make my own"

Speaking of which he really likes human swear words. But he doesnt know when it is and isn't inappropriate to say these swear words so he's gotten in trouble a few times for swearing at the wrong time

For example:

Ms. Janeth: excuse me Mr. Tarron?

Krel: what the fuck do you want?

Everyone in the room: krEL NO

Anyway, back to Krel at HT, thanks to Toby, he would definitely have a bowl of candy in his little lab. More like multiple jars of different candy just scattered around the room. Small candy like fun sized chocolate and skittles and jelly beans and whatever

And a mini fridge, of course.

Steve, Toby and Arrrgh come over to the lab alot to mess around.

Toby has a lot of sci-fi requests for Krel to make

Toby: do you think you can make a shrink ray? Laser blasters? Invisible ray? My own hoverboard? My own serrator *gASP* WITH A WARHAMMER SETTING???? WITH SPACE ARMOR TO MATCH???!!!???!

Krel: Toby you already have a warhammer and armor why do you need more?

Toby: I dont have a space warhammer and armor Krel!!!!!!

Going back to school life, I feel like Krel would take an interest in Spanish class. I mean, his human form is latino and in Trollhunters (I'm pretty sure the lightning in a bottle episode) he said "Si" in response to a question someone asked him, so I feel like he would like to learn another human language. 

I also feel like he would just like to learn about Latin American culture in general since Mother gave him that form. He'd like to get in touch with his human self. 

Claire (when she isnt busy Trollhunting with Jim and the gang) is happy help him learn about Latin American culture and help him with his Spanish. 

Krel, being a fast learner, becomes fluent quickly with a perfect accent. 

Señor Uhl, who already liked the Tarrons to begin with, would really appreciate this. 

Claire's dad would also appreciate this.

Since he has such a fascination with human music, Krel would especially love Latin American music. Specifically reggaeton, since its kind of like techno music in a way and he already likes techno music.

And naturally, he learns to dance. All the styles of latin american dances. And he becomes quite the favorite on the dance floor.

He and Claire become great dance partners cause they both have the natural Latino rhythm and because Jim respects and trusts his girlfriend he doesnt mind them dancing together at parties and stuff

Although, Jim does ask for dance help at some point cause it looks like fun and he wants to dance with his beautiful talented incredible amazing gf and Krel is happy to teach him and anyone else who wants dance help. 

GUITAR LESSONS with Douxie cause in 3Below Krel said he really wanted to learn how to play guitar, steals Shannon’s guitar from the bonfire and is seen multiple times strumming it throughout the series. So of course this is included.

Toby introduces Krel to YouTube and Krel instantly makes his own channel.

of course his channel is called DJ Kleb and he posts his tracks and remixes. and maybe even some vlogs

its a little slow at first, only Arcadia Oaks students are subscribed to it but Mary blows it up by posting one of Krel’s tracks on her own social media and now he has thousands of subscribers

he also gained other forms of social media like Instagram and Tiktok, platforms to post his music

At this point every girl in school wants to be friends with Krel but not in the toxic GBF (gay best friend) way, girls just genuinely think he's 10x more interesting than every other boy in Arcadia Oaks

I think that's it for now sorry this is really long I just really love Krel and I had so many ideas. Feel free to add on!!

[reinerispretty]

I love your writing 🥺 Can you do a Sokka imagine where the reader is a firebender so Sokka doesnt take well to her joining the gaang at first, and they always bicker/ throw sarcastic comments at each other and the gaang is so sick of it! But one day they are forced to be alone together (they go on a mission?) and sparks fly n they kiss or something 😳 they return to camp and the gaang is like... ok why r u guys tolerating eachother and u guys r inseparable and super couply from then on!

hi!! sorry i’m just now getting to this!! i like to put lots of effort into my requests so i wanted it to be the best it could be :D hope you enjoy!!

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(Y/N) had always been very proud of her firebending. Not everyone in the town she had grown up in were benders, so being able to bend one of the elements was a great honor. Because of her powers, she was on track to join the Fire Nation military. These plans changed of course, as soon as she met the Avatar and his friends. She had helped them escape capture and joined them on their adventures. They were all pretty hesitant about her joining, but eventually Toph vouched for her by saying that she wasn’t lying when she told them all she had ever wanted was to help people. 

(Y/N) had been traveling with their group for a few weeks and was slowly starting to build friendships with the other members of her group. Aang absolutely refused to learn firebending from her, but watched and laughed as she made little dragon puppets out of fire after dinner. She and Toph became fast friends, as they both had a similar wit and nonchalance about life. Katara took a bit to fully warm up to her, but (Y/N) was relentless and eventually they could exchange pleasant conversation as they cooked dinner. Even Appa licked her when she brought him hay, and Momo had started sharing his berries with her. The only person who didn’t like her at all was Sokka. 

“I don’t want a firebender joining us,” He had said pointedly when she first joined the group. He had been outvoted, of course, and now whenever (Y/N) did anything, he had something to say in return. If she arranged the sleeping bags, he complained about their positioning. If she made dinner that night, he complained about the taste. It seemed like he went out of his way to make her feel bad. 

Initially (Y/N) had tried to understand. The Fire Nation had hurt his people, so it was only natural that he was apprehensive toward her. But then his words started to hurt. One day, he had mentioned that she had betrayed her own people, so it would only be a matter of time until she betrayed them, too, and (Y/N) had had enough. She threw her bowl of soup to the ground and stood up. “What’s your problem?” She demanded. 

“My problem is with you,” He spat. “You’re Fire Nation, you can’t be trusted.” 

“Don’t you think that if I had even thought about turning you all in to the Fire Lord, I would have done it already?” 

“I don’t know what goes on in your little spy brain!” 

“I know what goes on in your brain: absolutely nothing!” She let out a frustrated scream and turned on her heel, marching into her tent. The rest of the group stared at Sokka awkwardly. 

“She’s such a piece of work,” He grumbled, sipping on his soup. “Can you believe her?” 

Over the next few weeks, whenever Sokka said an insult toward (Y/N) she’d shoot one right back. If he wanted to be a pain in her side, fine. She’d be one in his, too. 

“You sure your twig arms can handle that firewood?” She asked him as he brought wood for their campfire. 

“Hey, at least I’m doing something. What, are you too busy plotting how to take over the world to help?” 

Their conversations were just insults and sarcastic quips, and eventually the rest of the group started to get sick of it. One night, as they sat at dinner, (Y/N) and Sokka were bickering because they had been forced to sit beside each other. Toph drove a piece of earth between them and flung them in opposite directions. “Would you guys quit it!” The girl shouted. “I only have four out of the five senses and you guys are driving them all crazy!” 

“Sorry, Toph,” (Y/N) apologized, brushing herself off. “You know how he is.” 

“Me?” Sokka exclaimed. “Toph, you know how she is!” 

“You arrogant, good for nothing--” 

“Ow!” Aang shouted, clutching his foot. The group stopped to look at him. “Ow, ow, ow, I think I stepped on something. My foot really hurts!” Katara rushed over to take a look and furrowed her brows. 

“I don’t--” 

“Oh, Sokka,” Aang sighed. “I don’t think I can go on that mission with you tomorrow, my foot just hurts too bad!” He gave Katara a big wink. 

“Oh, of course!” She said, finally getting what Aang was trying to do. “I have to stay here and help Aang heal. I’ll need Toph’s help, too, so (Y/N) is the only one who can go on the mission with you.” 

“I’d rather go alone,” Sokka said, crossing his arms. 

“Please, how are you going to defend yourself if you don’t have a bender with you?” (Y/N) asked with a roll of her eyes. Sokka balled his fists and stormed off to his tent, mumbling angry, incoherent sentences. (Y/N) yawned and retreated back to her tent for the night. 

“I’m not really injured,” Aang said. 

“Really?” Toph deadpanned. “Couldn’t tell.” 

“I just wanted a break from the two of them. They’re always fighting!” 

“Who knows,” Katara said with a smile. “Maybe the trip will bring them closer together.” 

The next morning, (Y/N) and Sokka begrudgingly walked side-by-side to their mission. They were doing a stake out of some Fire Navy ships to see what kind of weapons they were storing on them. They climbed up to a tall hillside, where they could comfortably watch the ships. As long as they were quiet, they wouldn’t bring any attention to themselves. 

Sokka’s plan was to stay there for a full twenty-four hours. Every time (Y/N) thought about being around him that long, she nearly gagged, but she had to swallow it down because she knew this mission would be for the greater good. Hopefully, there would be more watching than talking.

They set up their tents behind some rocks so they would not look suspicious. And then, they sat. And they sat for a long time. (Y/N) was growing increasingly bored, just watching soldiers go in and out of the ships. She sighed, laying back down on the grass. 

“What exactly are we looking for?” 

“Nothing.” She propped herself up on her elbows. 

“Excuse me?” 

“We aren’t looking for anything. Well, not anything specific. I just want to know what kind of weapons they’re using so I can write to the Mechanist to create better ones for us.” 

“So...we’re just going to watch?” 

“Do you not know what a stake out is?” 

“I do! I just didn’t know it was going to be a full day of doing absolutely nothing.” 

“Look, if you don’t want to be here, fine. You can go back to the camp. I can handle myself.” (Y/N) scoffed. 

“I’m not leaving you here alone, Sokka.” 

“Then I suggest you stop complaining.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and reached into her bag. She pulled out two sandwiches and laid them beside her. “What are those?” 

“Food,” She said, sliding a sandwich over to him. He took it suspiciously. “It’s not poisoned, you dummy. I got up early this morning and went to the market so I could make stake out snacks.” 

“Oh, thanks. I guess.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

They sat in silence for what felt like a lifetime. (Y/N) watched the soldiers intently and had even made up backstories for some of them. The smaller soldier was named Lee, and he was a fiesty little fellow, but he was a new recruit. He had good ideas, but no one really wanted to listen to him because he lacked authority. (Y/N) sighed as she watched him talk to his commanders. Poor Lee. 

“I recognize that one,” she said suddenly, pointing at one of the soldiers. “He and I went to training camp together one summer.” 

“Oh, so that’s your friend. Great.” (Y/N) furrowed her brows. 

“I never said he was my friend.” 

“I just assumed, since you were both all ‘Go Fire Nation!’“ He sarcastically pumped a fist into his air. 

“You make a lot of assumptions about me for someone who doesn’t know me.” 

“I know exactly who you are. You’re a spoiled girl from the Fire Nation who wasn’t satisfied with her life and only wanted to join us to run away from your probably mean family. You don’t want to make change, you just wanted an out.” 

“That’s not true at all, Sokka. I grew up poor. Dirt poor. And when I say that I mean it, because the floors of my house were literally dirt. No one asked me if I wanted to join the Fire Nation military, they told me I was going to. I was brought up my whole life surrounded by people who told me how great my nation was. If everyone’s telling you something and you have no reason to believe otherwise, you start to believe it. I know I’m not perfect, but I’m really tired of you thinking that you know who I am.” She pulled her knees into her chest and tucked her chin on top of them. 

Sokka sighed. The sun was setting behind them. “It’s obvious I don’t like the Fire Nation. They’ve caused a lot of pain to me and Katara and to thousands of other people. So when you joined, I guess I just projected that anger onto you.” 

“I understand. But I’m not the entire Fire Nation.” 

“I know, it’s just hard to separate the two sometimes. I can literally see the Fire Nation inside of you. You’re decisive and strong and stubborn--” 

“I’m just going to focus on the first two. You really think those things about me?” 

“I mean, yeah. I’ve seen you talk your way out of fights but also kick some major butt. As much as I hate to say it, you’re pretty cool.” (Y/N) smiled and opened her mouth to respond, but her eyes widened as a giant fireball plummeted toward them. 

“Look out!” She shouted, tackling Sokka out of the way. They both grunted in pain as they hit the ground. 

“How did they even see us?” Sokka asked. He grabbed (Y/N) by the hand and led her up the hill. They abandoned all of their camping stuff (as it was currently on fire) and ran down the backside of the hill, away from the Fire Navy ships. (Y/N) spotted a cave and pulled Sokka inside. They both leaned against the cool rock, breathing heavily. 

“Well, so much for the stake out,” (Y/N) said. Sokka laughed. 

“We’ll have to wait here for the night. The ships are supposed to leave at dawn tomorrow, so we can travel back to camp then.” (Y/N) nodded. The sun had fully set behind them and the cool chill of night was setting in. She shivered. “I can get a fire going,” Sokka said, and began to collect the debris that was scattered around the cave. (Y/N) giggled. 

“Sokka, I got it.” She kicked some leaves and sticks into a pile and kicked a flame on top of them. They sat across from each other with their backs against the cave walls. 

“So, how’d you know you were a firebender?” He asked. (Y/N) shrugged. 

“I think I started coughing fire one day. My family expected it though. My father had been a firebender.” She pursed her lips and stared at the ground. “He was sent to fight in the war. He didn’t end up coming home.” 

“I’m so sorry,” Sokka said quietly. She shrugged. 

“I feel torn about it, you know? Because he fought for hatred and injustice, but I also never got to find out if he supported the war or not. The Fire Nation doesn’t really care if you want to fight. They make you do it anyway.” 

“I always wanted to fight, ever since I was little.” Sokka said. “But now while I’m living my dream, I see how nasty it actually is and understand why my dad didn’t want me to.” 

“Well, you’re a pretty good fighter, so I’m sure he’s proud of you.” Sokka smiled. 

“I’m sure your dad is proud of you, too.” (Y/N) grinned. “Listen, I’m sorry for being so mean to you. I guess I was projecting feelings on to you that I had towards the Fire Nation, and it wasn’t fair. But in my defense, everything you did just made me mad. Like the way you cooked soup, or how pretty your eyes were, or how nice your laugh sounded...” Sokka trailed off, a blush appearing on his cheeks. “I said that all out loud, didn’t I?” 

(Y/N) nodded, trying her best to contain her smile. “Alright,” Sokka said. “You can just kill me now, I guess.” (Y/N) burst into laughter. 

“It’s really okay, Sokka. I’m sorry for being mean to you as well. Everything you did made me mad, like how you constantly teased me, or how cute your ponytail looks, or how funny your jokes were...” 

“You...you really think my jokes are funny?” (Y/N) nodded before sliding to sit at his side. “Can I try something?” (Y/N) nodded again. Their faces were just inches apart and she could tell the fire was dying by the dim glow it left on Sokka’s cheeks. He touched her own cheek with his hand, before pulling her close and slowly connecting their lips. (Y/N) felt her face grow hot, but she still let her eyes close and reveled in the feeling of his kiss. They stayed like that for a while, long after the fire went out. 

When they returned to their friends the next morning, they walked hand in hand. Aang and Katara’s mouths dropped open and Toph stamped her feet on the ground. “There must be something wrong,” She said. “Are they...touching each other?” 

“Hey, guys!” Sokka said, a bright smile on his face. “Aang, how’s the foot doing?” 

“Uh, pretty good,” Aang said, pretending to lift his foot as if it were injured. 

“What’s um...going on here?” Katara asked. 

“Sokka and I had a pretty good stake out,” (Y/N) said. She let her hand slip from his. “I’m gonna get started on lunch.” 

“Alrighty,” Sokka said before planting a kiss on her cheek. He sighed happily as he watched her walk away. “Aang, I really have to thank you for pretending to hurt your foot.” 

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if you’re still doing the NSFW alphabet can I get a-z for ryota mitarai? if you don’t wanna do all of them then you can just choose the ones you want to write! thanks! :)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A RYOTA REQUEST!!! NONNIE I LOVES YOUUUUUUU <3 I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!

Warning: N//F*W!!!

RYOTA MITARAI N//F*W ALPHABET

A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex. ⦁ A tired yet happy baby. You'll be the one who have to do his aftercare, I mean that's no surprise since the boy can barely care for himself. Will cling onto you, as if to never ever let you go afterwards.

B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light.

⦁ Oh he is. Not too much, but probably has a "daddy/mommy" kink (my gender neutral fellas out there, saying parent felt weird so pls tell me the gn thing for it. Parenty? IT SOUNDS FUNNY NOOOOO). It just feels nice to have someone take care of him and shower him with affection, he goes all gooey on you, clinging onto you and smiling whenever he sees you. He doesn't even notice how clingy he is getting, but he likes that stuff. I still can't imagine him saying "harder, daddy!" though...

C=Cum - pretty self explanatory. ⦁ Not a lot, tastes mildly sweet. He is also quick to cum. Which is good for a certain kink of his...

D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch? ⦁ He is a BDSM dominatrix! Just kidding, he is such a sub it's adorable.

E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.). ⦁ No way lol!

F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy). ⦁ You sucking his dick while he is busy with the work. The said work isn't anything too important, though, but still he is pretty busy and stressed. So you decide to relieve his stress and sneak under his desk without your boyfriend who is absorbed in his work noticing. You then spread his legs and unzip his pants. He will notice you at that point and will look at you with the wide and beautiful eyes of his, needless to say a red face. So with a sinister smile, you pull his pants down and start to toy with his cock. Needless to say, he won't last long...

G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex. ⦁ He'd like... Hide behind his partner? Like, he would bury his face on their chest, or crouch down and hug them tight, while screaming at the other person to get out with a pathetic voice crack.

H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated (EX: neck). ⦁ Hmm... His mouth? French kisses will definetly do the trick for the animator boy, he'll be aching for more. He'll go especially crazy if you sit on his lap while dominating the kiss, more if you rub your private parts while doing so, be careful not to crush him though, he is so fragile...

I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex. ⦁ I feel like he'd be ashamed, but once he lets loose (which doesn't take much time since he is quick to cum) he won't be able to care and will be super lovey-dovey! He'll keep telling you how good you make him feel and how lucky he is to have you and will be smiling time to time.

J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex. ⦁ Right after finishing the anime that he made, you talk about of how much of a good job he did. You then usually decide to "reward" him. Praise him and his anime while making love to him, he will be over the moon.

K=Kinks - I’ll list a few of their kinks, be they the normalized ones or kinkier kinks. ⦁ Overstimulation! Receiving end, of course. Just the thought of you seeing him in that euphoric (yet painful) state, with his eyes rolled back and chest going up on down quickly excites him. ⦁ Maybe praise too? Perhaps dirty talk????

L=Location -  Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc. ⦁ Don't stress him out pls ⦁ Ok maybe stress him out a little bit, maybe caress his cock a bit as he watches a movie he isn't interested in in a cinema salon? Nothing too much, do the rest at home.

M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to. ⦁ Sometimes he gets too stressed because of his work yet he doesn't do anything. But when you call him to check on him, he gets a sudden erection and starts to rub his cock to your voice. He tries to keep it a secret but unfortunately for him (and fortunately for you) it's pretty clear. It does relieve his stress, though.

N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do. ⦁ Hmm, aside from all the stuff dominants would do, he wouldn't act like a brat. He is quite obedient and nice, good for you!

O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly). ⦁ Getting teased. Not anything too serious or rude, just to be called "a pervert" in a light-hearted way. You are probably the most perverted one out of you two and he knows that as well, but he won't try to fight back. Instead, a blush will appear on his cute face. A blush that you know the meaning of too well.

P=Position -  Their favourite position to have sex in. ⦁ Missionary and cowgirl. Nothing too spicy.

Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc. ⦁ Who prefers them over actual sex? Well, certainly not Ryota! It kind of stresses him out, since he lives his life between deadlines, so he'd rather take his time with you.

R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed. ⦁ Don't make me laugh... But, you don't have to hold back, y'know ;) He likes it rough time to time.

S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out. ⦁ If it was rough, he's out after first time! If it wasn't, maybe 3 times max? Things may change if you feed him well and make sure he sleeps though...

T=Toys - Do use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc. ⦁ He doesn't. He sometimes sees them in hentais and wants to buy them and use on you but he is actually too shy to do it.

U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc. ⦁ Aaah, he doesn't. If you tease him, don't overdo it please he'll literally cry out of sexual frustration.

V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc. ⦁ C'mon, we both know that he is a total screamer. His moans are quite erotic and the face he makes is absolutely wonderful, and the stuff he'd say is even better. As I mentioned before, he'd definetly declare his love over and over for you and talk about how "if it's with you, he could do it forever" but you both know that the last part isn't true.

W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice. ⦁ As I mentioned it before, he watches hentai- because he is probably too embarrassed to watch actual porn. And also to study. Hentai is still pretty embarrassing (actually even more embarrassing)  but he tries to learn how actual sex is. Please tell him that hentai is NOT the right place for it.

X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off. ⦁ Skinny legend. Seriously, very skinny. If he were any skinnier, his ribcages would show. His dick is skinny yet beautiful too.

Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex. ⦁ He is usually too busy to yearn. But it's easy usually to get him worked up if he's not busy.

Z=ZZZ - How quickly they fall asleep after having sex. ⦁ Watch him sleep like a baby right after you finish his aftercare. He will definetly hug you in his sleep after you're done with your aftercare too, and murmur something about how "he missed you".

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Muku + Azami headcanons

For lovely @skateboarding-poet!

It’s my first time writing a rareship but I had so much fun! These two are just so precious, I love them to pieces. Please enjoy! 💕

This ship is basically nonchalantic innocence meets bubbly dreamland and is gorgeous.

Azami might not get why Muku likes reading shojo so much, but while he can feel he’s going to hell just from hearing all the indecent things his boyfriend has read... he won’t judge too much overall.

Muku likes them and they are important to him, so now they are important to Azami too within certains limits of course

Others are not extended the same courtesy though, a.k.a Sakyo

Both of his personalities are pretty calm and chill so whenever they go on dates it’s all about walking around Veludo to shop for make-up and books, visiting animal cafes or just staying at the dorm in each other’s rooms.

Muku adores listening to Azami’s voice. He also discovers Azami tends to hum whenever he’s in a good mood so the summer troupe member will usually peak over the manga he’s reading, his heart skipping a beat at the soft sounds.

I also feel like Azami is not really one to expect praises out of nowhere, so when Muku starts compliment him -as the ball of sunshine he is with no filter whatsoever-.

“...Need something?”

“Oh,no! I was just thinking I really love your eyes Azami-kun, they are  beautiful!”

Azami can never anticipate those and becomes an absolute mess.

On a similar note I don’t think Azami is a looks person as much as he is a personality person, but he can’t deny just how pretty Muku is?? 

Everyone in Mankai can see his eyes softening while unconciously staring at the pink-haired helping Izumi with the dishes or laughing at Misumi’s antics and it’s so blatantly clear how in love he is.

Kisses are too much for Azami’s heart at the beginning of their relationship though, maybe a peck on the cheeks in private but he’s NOT a pervert okay??

The first time Muku ever reached out to held Azami’s hand, boy swore his heart stopped.

“Wha-! A-at least wait until we are married dammit!”

“R-right, I’m sorry! I just thought that- um, your hands always look so soft b-but of course my hands are sweaty and they-”

Before he finishes, a pinkie intertwines with his. Muku has never seen the boy’s ears in such a red color “Azami-kun?”

“Just don’t look at me, okay?. God this is so...”

After the initial shock, Muku squeezes back giggling. 

Later that night, both are still glancing at their own pinkies in their respective rooms and im soft about it.

Of course the whole yakuza family knows Muku by now wouldn’t expect less and you better believe that boy will be protected for life. The Sakisaka’s also adore Azami who brings them the best skin products choosen with the utmost care.

Muku asking opinion to Azuma, Yuki and Sakoda gift ideas for Azami for being always so attentive but he’s so lost.

CDs?? Make up? ah, but make up is expensive, and what if he already has them or worst what if he hates them or-

In the end he makes wool felt dolls of them with Omi’s help. 

“A-as I thought it’s really childish, right? I’m sorry I should have just-!”

“Are they for me”

“Uh?”

“The dolls” Azami takes the one that looks like Muku and glances at the young boy.

“Oh! um- yeah!”

The dolls are now sitting next to each other in his desk and NO ONE is allowed to touch them.

Anyway, Muku going starry-eyed whenever he sees Azami’s skills in action.

Also, whenever Azami gets injured or he just genuinely feels tired from rehearsals, Muku takes his hand unconsciously and places a kiss on it and Azami becomes a blushing mess right away.

But in general Muku knows just how reserved Azami is in the romantic aspect and won’t push him out of his comfort zone until he’s comfortable.

Still, Azami will be more likely to show PDA if he senses Muku needs a comforting presence, tiny kisses in his forehead are a must.

All in all it’s a quiet and slow love, but neither of them would change it for anything.

Extra!

Azami had never been good at showing his feelings, or at least that’s what he heard from others since he was young- deadpan face was it?- he didn’t remember much.

Reality though was quite the opposite. He always seemed to feel too much, respond too quick in waves of emotions. His determination and strong fuse if pressed wrongly often gave him troubles so he opted to lay low, or at least, that was before he entered Mankai.

And then- god, then there was Muku, who had amplified those feelings beyond what he thought it was possible.

Much to Azami’s own surprise due to their evident views on love and its approach, the pink-haired boy had become someone who was eager to learn everything about him, who accepted both the good and the bad. Someone who accepted his passion and pride.

“Azami-kun, you are amazing!”

Of course he had fallen in love.

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It was a fuzzy feeling whenever lights were out for the day and Azami still got messages from the young summer member, even if they had said their goodbyes half an hour ago before heading to their respectives rooms. It was the Muku who started them most of the time, usually to rant on him about the last story he was reading in a failed attempt to warm Azami up towards that hell of a perverted genre, but he would lie if he said he hadn’t gotten used to them.

His phone vibrates, a light signaling a new message once again.

What do you think, won’t you consider it? It’s one of the best I’ve read!

Azami rolls his eyes, but there’s a fond smile on his face. His thumb scrolls down softly over the five continuous paragraphs -new record, he also noticed- that consisted the review of Muku’s manga before texting back.

Already told you. Just find me one where there’s no kissing, holding hands or any of that perverted stuff you and that shitty old man enjoy and then I’ll read it.

He could practically visualize the pout forming on Muku’s face as he read his response.

But that kind of shojo manga isn’t romantic at all!

He chuckles. Being in a relationship before marriage was something he had swore wouldn’t happen to him. But his feelings for Muku were real, and he wouldn’t changed them for the world.

Checking the time, he saw it was getting late- they shouldn’t cut more hours for their skin to rest. He was about to write back to notify Muku of his plans to go to sleep when he saw an audio. Turquoise eyes frowned as he tilted his head confused. Muku had never sent him audios before, mainly because they saw each other every day.

He laid back, resting his head on the pillow and clicked on it, vaguely curious.

There it was, that characteristic bubbly voice Azami had learned to distinguish, quieted down probably to not bother Kazunari. Just what-?

“Sweet dreams, Azami-kun”

He definitely jolted and quickly turned to Sakyo’s side, containing his breath until he noticed the annoying snores from his bed. All compose had left him in those three seconds the audio lasted, and Azami swears his chest did a backflip on its own. 

“What the hell...?”

Muku really wasn’t aware of the weigh of his own words.

He stares at the phone, his mind registering what had just happened. Then, as if in a trance, he’s barely aware of his actions before his finger presses the audio again- just one more time.

“Sweet dreams, Azami-kun”

One more time.

“Sweet dreams, Azami-kun”

One more time.

“Sweet dreams-”

One more time.

He could feel the sound of his smile over the phone. The way he drew out his name, so full of affection. His tone was warm and light, and how was he supposed to sleep now, Azami didn’t know.

Groaning, the autumn member covers his face with the back of his hand. Shit, he’s so embarrassed he can feel the heat growing on his cheeks and ears.

He rolls on the bed, taking a quick glance at the few photos of Mankai Omi gave him once to decorate the empty wall. A special warmth showers Azami when he makes contact with those purple eyes, always gentle. They looked back at him with a softness he had rarely encountered before and a smile that made his heart once again leap on his chest.

Oh, he was so done.

“He’s gonna kill me…he’s gonna fuckin’ kill me…”

And yet, he played it once again.

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Wishing everyone a wonderful day!  💕