#foot tap duo L

[makingyourfavindti]

This is super cool! Would you possibly be able to do Billy from the original 1993 power rangers?

i made billy cranston from power rangers (1993) in dress to impress

thanks for the request!

[itsnevercasual]

RISK PART III

pairing: mafia!harry styles x singer!reader

summary: Harry is in town for some.. less than legal business, and you're a local singer trying to get your foot in the door, and also planning your wedding. And maybe Harry is a little too interested in you.

warnings: mentions of death & blood, mentions of abuse, cursing, that should be it!!

-

Almost immediately, his browser was flooded.

Y/N L/N and Mason L/N: The Internets Favorite Siblings

Y/N L/N - Youtube

Mason L/N - Youtube

Mason & Y/N - Youtube

#prayfory/n on Twitter

Y/N and Mason L/N’s Incredible Work with Band ‘The Diamonds’

Well, you two certainly had an online presence. He sighed and clicked on the first article.

Mason L/N (20) and little sister, Y/N L/N (15) have quickly become the internet’s favorite dynamic sibling duo! The duo rose to fame in 2012 when Mason began vlogging their adventures living alone in Miami.

After a near-death incident with her mother read article here, Y/N was put into her brother’s care. The two grew up in Wimberley, Texas, on a farm. Mason’s earliest videos on YouTube were in 2010, when he posted videos of 11-year-old Y/N singing onstage somewhere.

Since moving to Miami, Florida in 2012, at age 13 and 18, they formed a band called The Diamonds and started a successful YouTube career. Most of the videos, now posted on a shared account entitled Mason & Y/N, they show their day-to-day lives, backstage previews, clips of the songwriting process, and more.

Mason is the producer of his sister’s band— in which she is both the songwriter and lead singer. The band, though not as successful as their YouTube, has a decent following on both Instagram and YouTube.

Also featured on their accounts is Y/N’s childhood best friend— Jodie. There is nothing of Jodie online, so we aren’t sure of her last name. We only know the story of how Jodie moved right before Y/N’s near-death experience, and the siblings moved to Miami to see her again.

We look forward to seeing more of the iconic duo! Best of luck, L/N siblings!

Well, that gave him next to nothing.

Read More:

Smalltown Tragedy: Violet L/N attempts to murder daughter, Y/N L/N.

Jesus fucking Christ, Niall wasn’t joking about shitty.

He skimmed through the article.

Coming home from school—

Walked through the door—

Stabbed—

Authorities were quickly contacted by brother—

Violet pleads innocent in court case—

Y/N and Mason attest to their mother’s innocence—

Guilty verdict—

Sentenced to life in prison without bail or parole—

Added charges of child abuse after bruises found on both children—

Siblings go on news after the verdict was given—

Claim it was their father—

Well. He was starting to regret looking you up.

He sighed, running a hand over his face. After how nice you were tonight, he felt incredibly bad knowing this is what the result of invading your privacy was.

Yet, he didn’t shut the laptop.

He clicked back to the original search tab.

Mason & Y/N - Youtube

He pulled up the page, and his eyes widened.

925.4K Thousand Subscribers. 493 Videos.

Holy shit.

He scrolled to the last updated video—

BACKSTAGE AT THE DIAMONDS: LIVE AT DAYTONA BEACH BANDSHELL. June 1, 2016.

He didn’t want to watch it. He didn’t want to intrude anymore than he already had. That’d be wrong.

But Harry also never claimed to be a good person.

As he tapped on the video, your brother’s face filled the screen. Or.. he assumed, it was your brother. He looked similar to the articles of the two of you, only older.

“Hello, lovely people! We’re back! We are currently backstage at the biggest show yet of the best band ever—“

“Oh, my God, you’re so stupid,” a voice laughed. It was slightly familiar.

The camera turned, and he realized why. It was you.

“Y/N tries to be rude, but we all know I’m her favorite here.”

“Uh, no, bitch. I’m her favorite. Back off.”

Jodie.

“Dude, you have a boyfriend. You back off!”

“Yeah, but Ni’s not here yet, so… I win.”

“How does that even— okay. Anyway, my lovely sister is currently shoving food down her face—“

“Mason! Shut up, oh, my God! I’m literally curling my hair, you ass!”

“Hey, language!”

“Oh, boo-hoo. You taught me how to cuss when I was, like… seven.”

“.. Yeah, I did do that. Alright. Whatever. We’re gonna give the camera to Y/N so she can give y’all a sneak peak at the set list!”

The camera was now sitting in front of you. Younger you.

“Hello! It’s the better sibling—“

“Hey!”

You grinned at him, “And this is the setlist for tonight, which is super-duper top secret. So… shh! Okay! We’re opening with my personal favorite, Girl I’ve Always Been! And then we’re gonna transition that… somehow… into Vicious. And then.. I Should Hate You, little break to introduce the other Diamonds, Should’ve Said No, Picture to Burn, All-American Bitch, Stranger, another little.. break thingy.. Florida, Happier Than Ever, and then we close with.. Better than Revenge! But we have an encore, so we come back for one song, which is Nothing You Can Take!”

He skipped ahead in the video.

“Jodie, where are we?”

“Backstage!”

“Ni, what are we about to do?”

“You’re about to kill it onstage!”

He skipped a bit.

It was a circle of you and a bunch of girls, and one of two guys, that he recognized. The same people who’d played with you tonight.

“We worked our asses of for this, and we’re gonna make it count, right?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Okay, Diamonds on three. On.. two.. three.. Diamonds!”

Skip.

“Y/N, how you feelin’?”

Harry could hear the crowd and music in the background, and he assumed that you were about to run onstage.

“I’m gonna puke!” You laughed.

“Ew. Don’t.”

“Gee, thanks. Real supportive.”

“I’m being honest—“

“Y/N, you got ten seconds.”

You screamed.

He skimmed the rest of the video. Some of it was clips of the show, some of it was after.

Well, that didn’t do anything except make him feel shitty. One, because he knew he shouldn’t be watching, and two… because you and your brother seemed close, and he, obviously, was dead.

He went back and clicked on the Twitter link.

#prayfory/n on Twitter.

Daytona News: Internet Star Mason L/N Fatally Shot in Robbery.

thediamondsupdates: OMG. GUYS IM ACTUALLY SOBBING WTF I FEEL SO BAD FOR Y/N. SHE WAS THERE😭���� #prayfory/n

Bingo.

He clicked on the article.

Late last night, after The Diamond’s Only Night Only on Main Street, the internet star siblings Y/N and Mason went to a gas station for celebratory snacks. Unfortunately, while they were checking out, the gas station got robbed.

Y/N told Daytona Police that the robber had aimed for her when he shot, but her brother shoved her at the last second. Both Mason L/N and the store clerk, who is yet to be identified, died. Y/N came out with only a few scratches. Witnesses say she tried to keep her brother alive while waiting for police.

The siblings were swarmed by paparazzi as they got hauled into the ambulance, where Mason unfortunately died on the way.

Harry clicked back to the hashtag.

user001: omfg guys someone got a video of the store after the robbery where mason l/n died. ONE VIDEO LINKED.

He clicked play, knowing he’d regret it.

“Oh, my fucking God,” the person recording spoke.

You and Mason were covered in blood. You were in hysterics, holding your brother on your lap.

“Mason! Mason!” you were shouting. “Someone call an ambulance! Oh, my God! There’s so much blood— why is there so much blood? Mason, answer me! Are you okay? You have to be okay—“

The video panned away from you as you screamed, showing the store that’d been ransacked.

It ended.

Harry shut the computer and went to bed, feeling sick to his stomach.

-

When you woke up the next morning, it was to a weight on your chest.

“What the— Jodie, get the fuck off of me. I’m gonna die,” you grumble, shoving her.

She falls off the bed with a thud. She gasps, “Are you calling me fat?”

“No, you called yourself fat.”

“You’re so mean in the mornings,” she pouts.

“I’m only mean when you wake me up at ungodly hours by sitting on me.”

She shrugs, “Oh. Yeah. Well… come on, get up.”

You whine. The bed was comfy.

“Up!”

“No, I’m tired.”

She stands up and yanks your arm. You, too, fall off the bed.

“Ow! What the fuck?”

“I didn’t really think that one through,” she admits.

“Clearly. Alright, I’m up now, I guess. What did you want?”

“We’re going to brunch with Harry and Ni. Get ready.”

“Brunch? Harry doesn’t seem like a brunch guy.”

“What do you mean?” her brows furrow.

“He just.. is very intimidating—“

“He was nice to you, though, right? He better have been, or I swear—“

“No, he was,” you quickly cut her off. “He just… seems like he’d rather gouge his own eyes out before her went to brunch.”

She sighs in relief, “Thank God. I like him, so I didn’t wanna kill him for being rude to you. But, yeah.. probably. But he basically does whatever I say because, as he admitted once and only once, I’m like his little sister and he feels bad saying no. That, and I’m annoying when I don’t get my way.”

You snort, “That’s… yeah, that seems more likely.”

“But.. Niall also said he likes you, too. Maybe not in the, y’know, little sister way, but you’re right. He is usually an asshole, but he was extremely friendly yesterday. Kinda threw me off, to be honest.”

“Dude, I thought he was gonna bite my head off.”

She laughs, “Yeah.. oh, well. Get dressed and dress slutty!”

“Why slutty?”

“Because we invited Asshole of the Year, and if he shows up, he’s gonna wish he was Angel of the Year.”

“Jodie..” you sigh.

“I know. You don’t wanna piss him off. But.. if you just happened to grab a slutty dress… what’s the harm?”

“Get out,” you laugh.

-

You don't wear the slutty outfit Jodie wanted you to wear, mainly because the brunch spot was a nice restaurant and you don't want the looks from grandmas.

Instead, you wear a white dress with small, green leaves. You throw on heels that were slightly dressy, but comfortable and also barely make you any taller. You put a green ribbon in your hair after tying half of it back.

You haphazardly do your makeup once Jodie began spamming your phone, urging you to hurry up.

You rush out of the room, sighing once you saw the other three sitting at the kitchen island.

"Sorry I took so long. We can go, now, though!"

“Took you long enough,” Niall teases.

“Shut up. This is why you don’t have any friends.”

“I have friends!” he protests quickly. “You! And— Harry!”

“Mhm. Got any more?” you laugh. “I don’t count because I’m friends because of association. You get one point for Harry, though. I guess.”

“No point from me,” Harry spoke up. “We’re work friends.”

“I knew I liked you.”

Harry smirks at you.

Niall glares at the two of you. “I hate you both.”

You grin, “Aw. Love you, too.”

“Aright, children. We’re gonna be late,” Jodie reminds you.

The three of you chorus agreements and head to the car. Niall drove, Jodie sat in the passenger seat, and you and Harry got into the back.

“You know, you look crazy familiar.”

“Who, me?”

“No, the ghost sitting in between us. Yes, you.”

He pauses before shrugging, “Probably just got one of those faces. I don’t remember meeting you before.”

“Yeah, that’s what’s weird. I swear I know you, but I’d remember if I met you.”

He smirks, and you regret phrasing it like that. “Oh, really? What’s that supposed to mean, lovie?”

Lovie? What the hell? Is he a psycho? Are you a psycho?

Connor. Engaged to Connor. Can’t break up with him.

“Nothing. I just meant I have, like, a good memory,” you huff. “You’re right. You’ve probably just got one of those faces.”

One of those faces.

One of those faces.

One of those faces you know you recognize.

-

Brunch was short, but sweet. The food was good, and it was fun. Connor didn’t show.

You and Jodie made Niall and Harry wait in the car while the two of you ran into Sephora to restock your respective makeup collections.

“I kinda wanna try a new perfume..”

“I thought you always got that.. whatever one it is, because it’s Connor’s favorite?”

“I do. But.. the smell has been giving me migraines. Plus, he’ll get over it. He can hardly stand to be around me for longer than, like, twenty seconds, so… I doubt he’ll even notice.”

“Seriously, I still don’t get why you’re getting married. To him, of all people.”

“Because. I do love him, even if he’s an ass. And it’s.. safe. He’s safe.”

“Safe from what?”

You huff, “If music doesn’t take off. He has a good, stable job.”

“The band will never take off if you get married, babe. He hates the band. He’ll make you quit, and you know it.”

“Then maybe it wasn’t mean to be,” you shrug.

Jodie stops in her tracks. “How can you— no. Absolutely not. I do not care if you love him or if you wanna marry him. You are not throwing away your dream for some guy! Any guy! If it was— fuckin’, I dunno, Harry, who was like this—“

“Harry? Ew! I just met him—“

“He was the first person that came to mind! The point is, if anyone you dated pulled that, I’d say the same thing. It isn’t just because I don’t particularly like Connor.”

“Jodie—“ you sigh.

“No,” she cut you off. “You’ve been singing and writing songs since as long as I can remember. That was all you wanted. Since we were six, you’d tell people you’d be a singer when you’re older! You and Mason planned this for years! You can’t just quit because some stupid, no-good, ugly guy tells you to! Music is who you are. If not for yourself, then for me. For Mason. The band was meant to be, but maybe you and Connor weren’t.”

“Jodie.”

“I know. I know. But I’m serious. If Niall treated me like this, you would’ve roundhouse kicked him by now.”

“It’s complicated—“

“But it doesn’t have to be,” she argues.

“.. I don’t wanna talk about it. I don’t, okay? I won’t quit music whenever we get married, okay? He’ll get over it eventually.”

-

When the four of you return home, Connor is on the couch. He's fuming.

You roll your eyes as you walk through the door, ignoring him. The others seem to follow your lead, both not acknowledging his presence.

“Where the hell have you been?” he asks, storming over to you as you set the Sephora bag on the kitchen counter.

“You’d know where I was if you bothered to show up.”

“I wasn’t invited.”

You gave him a deadpan look, turning to Jodie, Harry, and Niall.

“I did invite you, dumbass,” Jodie scoffs.

“Yep. Invited,” Niall nods.

“.. Invited,” Harry echoes, visibly confused but still going along.

“Well, excuse me if I didn’t feel welcome after my own girlfriend told me to leave my own house when she was gone—“

“Not your own house. Your name isn’t on the lease. And why is that? Oh, right. Because you don’t pay fucking rent like a grown adult.”

“I don’t got a job right now, babe. I’m not stable—“

“Oh, and I am? I sing for a living. You think that’s stable? No. But I do it because I want to, and when I’m not making enough there, I have another job. Jesus, you act like you can’t problem solve.”

“That isn’t the point.”

“Then what is your point, Connor?” you sigh, crossing your arms and leaning against the kitchen island.

“My point is that you care more about your career than me!"

"Connor, babe, that isn't true, I just-"

"It sure seems like it."

"I just.. I really love it, and it's-- it's what I wanna do with my life, y'know? I don't mean to make you feel that way. I invite you to every show, you just.. don't show up, and-- and that's fine, but I try to include you."

"Yeah, whatever. I guess I forgive you."

You smile, "I love you."

"Love you, too."

The two of you retreat to the bedroom, and it was silent for a moment.

"What the fuck?"

"Welcome to a normal day for us, Harry. Havin' fun yet?" Jodie sighs, patting his shoulder as she walks past him.

-

The next day, you and Jodie went out to look at wedding and bridesmaids dresses.

"So, what are we looking for here,?" Jodie asks you as the two of you stop for coffee in between hitting dress stores. You'd been aimlessly trying on dresses for the better half of the day, and none of them felt right. "I feel like you were just trying on everything, but you weren't happy with a lot of them. So, when you envision your wedding, what is the exact dress you want?"

"I want.. like.. flowery lace with a decent neckline. I want it tight, but kind of flowy once it hits my legs. And.. bell bottom sleeves. The rest I could adjust, but bell bottom sleeves are a must."

"Flower lace, tight top flowy bottom, halter neckline. Got it," Jodie grins. The barista calls your name and you run to go grab the drinks and snacks. The two of you began walking down the street.

"So.. how does Ni know Harry, anyhow?"

"Uh... work, I think? I can't even remember, it's been so long! I think they met before Ni moved here, and then reconnected through work. I could be wrong, though. Ni only told me once when I first met Harry, and that was years ago," she laughs. "But I think it's work, mostly. You don't mind him staying, right? Because, he's sweet, don't get me wrong, but he's also kind of... promiscuous, I guess? Not that he's.. pushy about it! He just is extremely flirty and doesn't really have boundaries sometimes."

"No! No, God, no, he's perfectly fine. I like him. I was just wondering, because I can't remember either of you mentioning him ever," you explained.

"I'm sure we have once or twice, you've just got the memory of a goldfish."

"Shut up! I do not!" you giggle as the two of you walk into the next dress shop of the day.

"Hello! How may I help you?" a woman greets the two of you.

"Hi! My friend here is getting married, and she has a very specific dress in mind! She wants flowery lace, halter top neckline... kind of tight at the top and slightly flowy at the legs? Oh, and bell bottom sleeves. That's the only ones that are non-negotiable."

The woman nods and glances at you.

"I'm pretty sure we've got something exactly like that in your size. I'll bring you a few options."

"Thank you so much!" you tell her and Jodie and you set your things down and sit on the couches by the changing rooms. The two of you talk idly about plans for the band until the woman reappears.

"Alright, love, here's a few similar to what you want. But I think this one is closest to what you want," she smiles kindly as she hands you a stack of dresses, and then one singular one.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" you gush.

"Try it on!" Jodie tells you. You laugh and walk into one of the changing rooms. Obviously, the first dress you try on is the one closest to what you'd envisioned. You couldn't help the smile on your face as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"Hurry up!" Jodie urges.

"Calm down, woman, I'm coming!" you huff as you push the curtain aside and step onto the pedestal.

"Oh, Y/N/N... I think this one might be the one. It's gorgeous!"

"It fits you like a glove," the woman grins.

"I love it!" you squeal. "Here, get a video of me in it. I wanna show Ni whenever we get home."

"Okay. And.. recording!" Jodie tells you.

You spin around in the dress, and it has just enough train to spin with you a tiny bit. You squeal in excitement and jump up and down. "I love it! Bury me in it, honestly."

"I won't send it now just in case he's with Connor, so we'll show him when we get home. But.. and this isn't me saying don't get the dress, I think you should, but I thought Connor didn't want you to get a... revealing dress, I guess is the words?"

You pause and your smile fades, "Yeah, he doesn't. He likes the ballgown ones more, but.. it's my wedding, too, right? I should be able to get my own dress. Besides, he won't see until the day of, and then it'll be too late to be mad. And he can't be mad on our wedding day," you shrug.

"Fair enough. How much is this dress, again?"

"Oh, I forget. Turn and let me check that tag, dear."

You turn so your back is to the store owner.

"It is... three thousand dollars."

You and Jodie both pause. Three thousand? You weren't sure you had that type of money. Not yet, anyway.

"Y/N, I can-"

"Jodie, absolutely not. You can't pay for my wedding dress."

The woman looks between the two of you awkwardly.

"Um.. is it possible to put the dress on hold?" you ask after a beat. "It's just.. I wanna make sure that price is good with my fiancé."

"Oh, of course, love. What's your name?"

"Y/N L/N."

She grabs a sticky note and scribbles it down.

"It'll be on hold for about.. two weeks, does that sound good?"

"Yes, please. Thank you so much."

-

"'Eyyyy, they're back!" Niall cheers as you and Jodie walk in through the door. He and Harry were both on the couch drinking beers, watching something on the TV. "C'mon, I wanna see the dress!"

You and Jodie both laugh and move to the couch. Jodie sits between Harry and Niall while you perch on the armrest as she pulls the video of you in the dress up on her phone.

"Awwe, Y/N/N, you look gorgeous," Niall grins.

"Thank you! Took us forever, but we finally found one that is exactly what I wanted."

"Where is it? I wanna see it in person!"

You and Jodie both hesitate. "Uh.. we.. didn't get it."

"What?" Niall furrows his brows in confusion.

Harry finally chimes into the conversation, "Why the hell not?"

"It was.. um... three thousand dollars. We put it on hold, but.."

"Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you to just use our card? You know I have enough money-"

"I know. Jodie offered, but I feel bad using your money. I don't even know if Connor would like the dress, so maybe-"

"Fuck Connor. Sorry," Harry suddenly says, "excuse me if this isn't my place, but you're the one wearing the dress. If you like the dress, get the fuckin' dress, Y/N. You look great in it."

".. Thank you. I just- I don't really have three thousand dollars," you sigh.

-

At damn near four in the morning, Jodie and Niall prefer to be asleep. However, Harry didn't really seem to care all that much when he came barging in.

"What's the name of the shop?"

"What?" Jodie asks harshly.

"The dress shop. The one Y/N found that dress she likes. What's it called?"

"It's... fuck, it's, like, Wedding Dreams or some stupid shit like that."

"Why are you even asking, Harry? It's fucking four in the morning, go to sleep," Niall grumbles.

"I have to buy a three thousand dollar fucking dress."

"What?"

-

a/n: when he buys ur wedding dress cause ur broke how cute

taglist: @angeldavis777

[haha-mania]

Making Honky Laugh

Fandom - WWF/WWE

Pairing - Lee!Honky Tonk Man X Ler!Jimmy Hart

It was a Saturday night, and all of the wrestlers had just finished their matches. Some of them headed to their homes while a few others went to the lounging room to hang out, chat and get a bite to eat.

On the large leather couch, there sat Honky Tonk Man, the wrestler known for his Elvis-inspired gimmick and fun dance moves. He tapped his foot on the ground as he quietly hummed a tune to himself, lost in the moment.

Suddenly, Honky’s humming got interrupted when he felt a poke to his side out of nowhere. He let out a startled yelp before whipping his head to the side. Standing before him was Jimmy Hart, the energetic manager of his fellow wrestlers who happened to be a master of pranks. He was known to randomly tickle the wrestlers a lot whenever he got the chance.

“Hey there, Honky Tonk!” Jimmy said with a smirk, his voice full of amusement. Honky glared at him with an annoyed look. “Jimmy, ya son of a gun!” he added, which only caused the manager to chuckle.

“Don’t be such a grump, Honk.” Jimmy replied, earning an eye roll from the wrestler.

Jimmy suddenly reached out and gave a quick poke to Honky’s belly, making him yelp and nearly jump out of his spot on the couch. “Ack!! Jimmy, quit that!”

“Ooh, I think I just found your spot!” Jimmy said, smiling. He hopped onto the couch next to Honky, using one arm to hold him in place. His other hand started to target Honky’s stomach, tickling, squeezing, and poking at whatever spot he could get to.

“WHAAHAHAHA!! JIMMY, NOT THERE!! NAHAHAT THE BEHEHELLY!!l” Honky shouted, squirming wildly as Jimmy continued to torment him with his tickling skills. “Aww, what’s wrong, can’t handle a little tickle? Coochie coochie coo~!” Jimmy teased, making Honky’s face go red with embarrassment. “SHUHUHUT YOUR MOUTH!!”

The sound of Jimmy and Honky’s wild antics got so loud that it eventually caught the attention of all the other wrestlers hanging around in the lounge. They all stared at the duo, some confused and some finding it amusing.

Andre the Giant, with his massive frame towering over the other wrestlers, chuckled heartily to himself. Even the Undertaker cracked a rare smile at the sight.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Iron Sheik, his thick Persian accent laced with amusement. “Jimmy’s tickling Honky Tonk” replied Tito Santana, his eyes twinkling. "Looks like Honk's lost his toughness”

After a few more minutes of tickling, Jimmy finally let Honky go, leaving him panting with tears staining his cheeks. “That was so not cool! i WILL be getting you back for this!” Honky barked. Jimmy shrugged off Honky's threat with a grin. "I'll be waiting!" he replied.

Despite his annoyance, Honky secretly enjoyed the random tickle attacks from the manager. He was a good friend of his after all, and couldn’t stay mad forever.

[equestrianempire]

Weekend Finalists: Ram Tap, Ocala, Pine Top, &amp, Carolina

Some Team In members were out enjoying the actions in people in Carolina, and it was undoubtedly an exciting weekend with plenty of animal and horse duos coming out solid, especially the ladies this weekend! Take a look at EN’s cover around if you want to watch all of the action from Carolina this past weekend.

However, Carolina was n’t the only event running this weekend, and we definitely ȿaw some strong performances and large divisions at Ram Tap, Ocala, and Pine Top aȿ well.

We take a moment to thank all of our Weekend Victors, as well as Penny Goddard and Fernhill On The Rocks, who dipped into the youth with an 18. 6 overall to win the Open Novice at Carolina.

Ram Tap National H. Ƭ. ( Fresno, CA )] Website]]Scoring]

We’ve seen James Alliston and Alliston Equestrian’s Karma’s ( Escudo II – Travita, by Lavita ) titles at the top of the ranking lot over the last time, with a win at the Twin Rivers Fall International CCI4- S in September, and a win at The Celebration at Rebecca Farm’s CCI4- L in July. We saw them win the Advanced at Ram Tap this weekend, marking their second victory this time now, and James and Karma have kept their position at the top going into this year.

” It was a great event here at Ram Tap, with beautiful courses and footing”, James reflected. Terry Hilst and the Ram Tap crew are most appreciated.

Being able to work at events with such fantastic courses and foundation is essential in the run-up to the 5* season. James is excited about how she is feeling as the function nears its conclusion and plans to use Kentucky as Karma’s first 5* occasion this spring.

” I’m hoping to accomplish Kentucky with Karma”, James stated. ” She’s feeling reallყ good! In the next week, I’ll get working on]a touch of ] anything! I’m hoping that Northern California’s weather will be dried for a few weeks so I can work on my fitness.

In a few months before their anticipateḑ vacation to Kentucky, James and Karma will visit Twin Rivers.

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My Second Cinema Experience

As I perambulate around in the memoirs of my childhood, the memory of my second cultural outing fills me with delirious joy, in a time when the world was simpler, the pace relaxed and the neon was brighter. It was an epiphanic moment that transpired six months following my maiden fiasco, where my technical know-how in the world of visual storytelling was put to the test. But this time around, I was accompanied by a wealthy entourage of distinguished erudite persons, including maternal and avuncular figures, at the Swapan puri-the edifice of dreams of Bansberia-a picturesque township in the district of Hooghly.

Picture of Bansberia Municipality. Pic Courtesy: Facebook

Our destination was none other than the silver screen to partake in one of the then cinematic masterpieces, 'Lawaris' (The Orphan Guy), a blockbuster that had hit the silver screens in the year 1981. The cinematic masterpiece was crafted under the deft aegis of maven director, Mr. Prakash Mehra, and boasted arresting performances by thespian stalwarts, including Amitabh Bachchan, Zeenat Aman, Amzad Khan and Rakhee Gulzar.

Film Poster. Pic Courtesy: Google

As we ventured down the marbled passages, I could feel a tingle of excitement course through my veins. The posters plastered on the walls beckoned, promising scenes of action and adventure, romance, and comedy. The sound of the crowd hummed in the air, vibrant and alive with anticipation.

We found our seats, and I settled in, eager to experience what the legendary Lawaris had to offer. As the lights went down, the excitement in the theatre was palpable. The audience sat still, their breaths held, as the story of Lawaris unfolded in all its glory.

As the credits rolled, I was bewitched by the peppy, foot-tapping melodies comprising the earsplitting auditory hooks, such as 'Mere Aangne Mein Tumhara Kya Kaam Hai' and 'Apni To Jaisi Taisi', phrasing an aesthetic and boisterous marquee, arpeggiated by the musical prowess of the lyrical duo of India, Kalyanji Anandji . The musical score simulated spectral rhymes and induced jerky spasms in my fledgling self, prompting me to flounce and gyrate euphorically along with the beats of the hypnotic soundtrack, despite it having a seat reserved in my name.

Despite my tender years, the nonpareil performance of the formidable lead, Amitabh Bachchan, left an indelible impression on my young mind. Every move he made, every expression that graced his face, was etched in my memory, imprinting an image of a confident, self-assured being, untouchable in his prowess.

As the plot thickened, the exhilarating climax of the frenzy-thickened tale where the protagonist, Heera, administered a beating of biblical proportions to a horde of fearsome protagonists, evoked a debonair composure in the protagonist, a countenance bereft of any vulnerability, in stark contrast to the protagonist of my prior cinematic encounter.

All in all, my second cinematic indulgence had become a real eye-opener, striking a chord with my nascent self and fanning the flames of my imagination. The balletic amalgam of colourful choreography, resplendent melodies and thespian theatrics had effaced the ennui from my existence and left me yearning for more cinematic marvels- a feeling that persisted throughout my life into adulthood. It is a testament to the power of cinema to transport us to other worlds, other times, and make us feel alive; a legacy that lives on, year after year, drawing in audiences young and old, and leaving them with unforgettable memories.

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Good for a Weekend (Helmut Zemo)

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Summary: You were retired, a disgraced Avenger content living the rest of their life out in solitude. But Sam and Bucky's shenanigans dragged you back into the hero life and you found yourself face to face with the man who'd got you into this mess in the first place. The question is, however, is he really who you thought he was? Or are you just as crazy as him?

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Reader

Warnings: TFAWS Episode 3 Spoilers, Zemo (he's a warning), swearing, mentions of torture and experimenting (past), drinking, Zemo being semi-protective, I think that's it??

Word Count: 3.41k

Author's Note: Biting the bullet and writing this BEFORE Marvel does something to get us to hate him again. Also, ZEMO AND BLANK SPACE WORK SO WELL TOGETHER OMG.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” You murmured, looking at the message from Sam flashing across your phone. Although you had stopped dead in your tracks, the chaos of the bustling streets of London continued around you. You pushed your sunglasses further up your nose, them having fallen down as you were peering at the screen of your burner cell.

‘Need your help in Madripoor ASAP,’ the text read. You weren’t daft, you knew exactly what kind of lawless entropy happened on that Indonesian island and if Sam was asking for your help, that meant he was in some deep shit.

‘I’m retired,’ you replied, glancing over your shoulder out of habit. Although you’d been pardoned after the Berlin incident by the government, you were still a disgraced Avenger in the eyes of the world. All you wanted was to live the rest of your life out in peace, a future without the world-saving you began when you left HYDRA with the Maximoff twins.

You hadn’t chosen to become a human lab rat, tortured and exposed to the mind stone until you could suddenly hear the thoughts of others in your head. Telepathy and telekinesis were not necessarily the kind of special skills that employers wanted to see on a resume, but alas, here you were. Thankfully, however, you'd learned to block them out until necessary to violate people's privacy. Fighting aliens and other superpowered entities, including the people you’d once considered to be your family, were in the past.

‘Please. It’s Bucky,’ Sam messaged again. Those three words were enough to make your blood run cold and your heart stop. Bucky was the reason you were in this mess in the first place, and you would be damned if the ex-assassin was going to fall back into the clutches of evil.

With a sigh, you typed back ‘fine’ and began the trek towards your apartment. Your phone was vibrating again immediately, Sam explaining that they would be picking you up at a small airstrip on the edge of the city.

Three hours later, you were walking along a long, concrete runway, the harsh England wind attacking your body as you pulled your leather jacket tighter around you. Your brows furrowed in confusion at the sight of a civilian jet rather than the military-esque vessels you’d become accustomed to. The steps were awaiting your ascent with an older man stood adjacent to the entrance.

“Ms.(Y/L/N),” he greeted. A thick accent laced his tone, one you couldn’t quite determine from the crackling of age in his voice. German or Russian, most likely, you deduced. Attempting to be polite despite your skepticism, you gave him a tight-lipped smile and handshake before the elder man gestured towards the stairs for you. Entering the jet, you turned right to be met with the familiar faces of Sam and Bucky.

“(Y/N)!” Bucky exclaimed, rising from his seat and embracing you in a hug. He held you tightly against his body, almost as if he wasn’t sure you were really there. The super soldier had taken a liking to you when the two of you stayed in Wakanda during your exile, both of you having a certain understanding of the other due to your shared experiences with HYDRA. The sergeant had become somewhat of a brother to you in your time away together. “What are you doing here?”

“Sam messaged me.” You replied, Barnes’ arms immediately releasing you as he whipped around to face Sam.

“You tattled on me to (Y/N)?” He scoffed. If looks could kill, Sam would have dropped dead from the darkness in Bucky’s orbs.

“Wait, if he’s okay then what am I here for?” You said, shifting your gaze to Sam as you raised a brow.

“You’re here to make sure that he stays in line.” Sam snapped, crossing his arms over his chest as Bucky let out an exasperated ‘Jesus Christ’ under his breath.

“Bucky’s fine, Sam.” You replied, rubbing your face with your hand in annoyance as you glanced at the super-soldier.

“He’s not talking about James.” A new voice sounded from behind you, one both vaguely familiar but also strange. Whipping around, you were met with a face you’d only ever seen through a screen. Zemo.

“What the fuck is he doing out of prison?!” You exclaimed, looking between Sam and Bucky in utter disbelief.

“Bucky broke him out of jail!” Sam exclaimed, pointing a finger towards the super-soldier.

“Sam’s the one who pulled me into this mess!” Bucky pointed back.

“You two morons have reached a whole new level of dumbassery!” You exclaimed, keeping a cautious gaze on Zemo in the corner of your eye. “You broke out the man who ripped apart the Avengers out of jail and you let him do it?! The same man who killed King T’Chaka! Do neither of you remember what T’Challa and the people of Wakanda just did for us after we became enemies of the state?! I cannot believe that you would betray their trust and help this monster to escape!”

You paused for a moment, breathing heavily as you looked at the ashamed faces of Bucky and Sam in front of you.

“I’m sorry to-” You heard Zemo begin, you turned to face him with utter rage shining in your eyes. “No! The grown-ups are talking, you can wait your turn.” You scolded him, almost as you would a child but just a tad harsher. Grown-ups may have also not have been the best choice of words to describe Wilson and Barnes.

“I don’t want any part of this suicide mission!” You snapped at the duo, moving to leave.

Thirty minutes later, however, you were still on the jet, glaring into a pair of brown eyes as the four of you flew through the air. Honestly, you couldn’t believe you were still there, but Sam and Bucky knew you too well and pushed just the right buttons to convince you to stay. Sam needed you to tap into Zemo’s mind if need be to figure out if he was planning on betraying them, and you didn’t want two of the last people you trust getting themselves killed if you could prevent it.

Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum were sitting across from each other, meaning that you got stuck sitting across from the Baron in silence. He shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, the darkness in your (Y/E/C) orbs not sitting well with the man.

“So, you read minds.” He began, rubbing his hands together anxiously. You noted the nervous tick and couldn’t help but feel amused at his discomfort, but your expression never faltered.

“You don’t need to make small talk.” You bit, your icy tone growing colder in every syllable.

“I’m genuinely curious, is all.” He began, pausing his fiddling to brush his hair back only to resume it once more. “It just seems like for someone with your abilities, you’re often an overlooked member of the team. You’re the most powerful, even more so than Maximoff or Banner, perhaps, yet you were never truly an Avenger, were you?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m retired.” You muttered, ending your glaring to gaze out the window. The way Zemo spoke about you was unsettling, especially considering how he felt about the Avengers. He seemed not to think that you were part of the team, similarly to Bucky, and that brought you a feeling of unease.

“And why is that?” Zemo pushed, your avoidance evidence that he’d struck a chord.

“Why do you care?” You scoffed, looking back at the Sokovian man, both annoyance and exhaustion present in your tone.

“Because I think you’re like me.” He answered, his tone becoming quieter. Zemo didn’t look at you with the same rage you’d seen in footage from 2016, nor with the amusement that he gazed at Bucky and Sam with. No, it was something different, softer and analytical, perhaps. You wanted to peer into his mind for something, anything to figure out what he was thinking, but he would likely feel your prodding into his consciousness. As of now, he didn’t seem to have any plans to betray you guys, and you wouldn’t be the one to give him a reason.

“That’s enough from you.” Bucky interrupted, rising from his seat to switch places with you, his brotherly possessiveness clear as day.

The rest of the flight was uneventful, and Zemo provided the three of you with costumes for the roles you were to play in Madripoor. Yours seemed to have been designed specifically to be horribly uncomfortable, both in feel and the amount of skin that was exposed in the cool evening air. The three of you were making your way towards the glowing city shining in the distance, the nerves in your stomach rising with each step.

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp.” Zemo explained in response to Sam’s protests over his own outfit. “You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

“He even has a bad nickname.” Sam said, looking at the picture of Conrad on the phone Zemo had just handed him. “Hell, he does look like me though.”

“And who am I supposed to be playing, exactly?” You questioned, still unsure as to what role you would be playing in this scheme.

“My partner,” Zemo said simply, an amused smile working his way onto his lips.

“What?! No! Nu-uh, I’m not doing that!” You protested, Sam chuckling at your denial of what was probably inevitable.

“Would you rather the alternative of all of us getting slaughtered the second we step foot into the city?” Zemo retorted, still humored by your resistance.

“Fine, but if you try anything I’m going to break your nose.” You gave in.

"I wouldn't expect anything less."

Soon, the four of you were making your way into a bar, Helmut’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist since the second you exited the car in a mock possessiveness. It was all part of the charade, you had to remind yourself, as the Baron kept your side pressed against his snugly.

Making your way up to the counter, the bartender didn’t look impressed to see the group of you there as he made his way over to you.

“Hello,” He began. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed. We have a business to do, with Selby.” Zemo interjected before Sam could respond.

“The usual?” The bartender ignored Zemo and turned his attention back to Sam, who simply gave a curt nod in response. The bartender turned, grabbing a snake from a jar and slicing it down the underside with a blade. A part of you wanted to cackle, especially seeing Sam stiffen beside you, and you didn’t doubt that Bucky was having to restrain himself as well. Zemo didn’t seem surprised as the bartender pulled who knows what out from the snake and placed it into a glass.

“Smiling Tiger, your favorite.” The Baron commented, the bartender sliding Sam his beverage only to pour two glasses of a different liquor for Zemo and yourself.

“I love these,” Sam said, raising to clink glasses with yourself and the Sokovian man whose arm was still draped around you.

“Cheers, Conrad,” Zemo replied, smiling back at poor Sam. The three of you downed your burning liquor, Sam struggling the most out of the three of you, clearly appalled by the organ at the bottom of his shot. You could see Bucky give a little nod in the corner of your eye, knowing he must be finding this as amusing as you were.

A man soon approached Helmut from behind, tapping him on the shoulder before he turned to face the stranger, shifting you with him. When Zemo felt the little nudge, he immediately pulled you closer to him. You were even tighter against him now, so much so that you had to wrap an arm around him as well to stabilize yourself. It was almost as if he was trying to shield you from the man despite him knowing full well that you can hold your own.

“I got word from on high; you ain’t welcome here.” He spat, getting too close to the two of you for either of your likings. But Zemo kept his air of indifference while you instinctually moved closer into his side. It’s all an act, remember? You have to play the part of the clingy partner who would get frightened at such a rough man threatening you two. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” Zemo began, trailing off as he gestured to Bucky.

“New haircut?” The strange man asked Bucky, who merely glowered in response.

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo finished, this time him being the one to get into the man’s face. Thankfully that was enough to send him away, most likely to Selby or this Power Broker who seems to be Madripoor’s own version of Big Brother.

You could feel Zemo let out a breath that you don’t think he even knew he was holding, giving a quick glance down at you before placing a peck on your temple. For the facade, of course. But what wasn’t fake were the butterflies rise in your stomach, something that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Were you… Flustered?

No, you reminded yourself internally. This was a very bad man holding you close, the same one who killed the former King of Wakanda and ripped your team to shreds. Not only that, but he hated all the Avengers, so why did he seem to like you? It doesn’t matter whether or not he likes you, he’s Zemo. But the more time you spent with him, the more intoxicated you became. He was starting to look more and more like your next mistake, and love is certainly not a game you wanted to be playing with him. Right?

The next thirty or so minutes were a blur. Bucky having to fake being the Winter Soldier to kick a bunch of men’s asses to finally meeting up with Selby, only for Sam to break your cover through a phone call and Selby quickly being shot. The four of you promptly exited the bar, attempting to remain inconspicuous until bounty hunters from all around started shooting at you. Bucky and Sam jumped forward, meanwhile, Zemo darted to the right, dragging you with him as he moved his hand from your waist to interlock your fingers.

You cut through alleyway after alleyway, hiding in the shadows as gunfire echoed around you. Eventually, you managed to catch up with Bucky and Sam, approaching the pair with your hand still in his.

“Well this is too perfect.” A female voice interrupted your mini-reunion, Sharon Carter emerging from the shadows as she ripped down her hood, gun fixated on Zemo.

“Drop it Zemo,” She started, Zemo raising his gun-holding hand before lowering the weapon to the ground. “You cost me everything.”

“Sharon, wait.” You reasoned, raising your hand as you slowly backed up.

“What, are you his lover now? His sugar baby or some shit?” She badgered you, causing your eyes to widen as you only just remembered that you were still holding his hand. You quickly dropped it, raising it to match your other arm as Zemo sent you a look that you couldn’t decipher. Oh, how desperately you wanted to look into his mind, but the little bit of sanity left in you told you to leave it be.

“Someone recreated the super-soldier serum and Zemo had a lead,” Sam explained.

“That explains why you guys are here. And Selby’s dead.” Sharon replied, gun still pointed at your group.

“So what are you doing here?” Bucky questioned the blonde.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass so that you could save his ass from his ass and became a criminal with their ass.” She explained, pointing the gun at each mention of whoever's ass it was that turn. “Unlike you, I didn’t have the Avengers to back me up, so, I’m off the grid in Madripoor.”

“Hey, don’t blow that smoke. I was on the run, too.” Sam rebutted Sharon’s complaints.

“Was. Is. Big difference. I don’t speak to my family anymore - I can’t. My own father doesn’t know where I am.”

“Listen…” You began. “Sharon, we need your help, the former agent only laughing in response. “Please.”

“This isn’t over.” She conceded, shaking her head at you. “I have a place in High Town, you should be safe there for a while.”

Sharon’s place was definitely nicer than yours is now, and you’re not even on the run anymore. She, thankfully, had a change of clothes for you to slip into, the soft material much a welcome relief from the tortuous item Zemo had you wearing.

While you were waiting for Sharon’s guests to begin arriving for whatever event would soon be taking place downstairs, everybody slowly filtered out of the room until it was only Zemo and yourself remaining.

“Can I ask you a question?” You spoke up, breaking the silence from your spot on the sofa as you glanced towards the Baron seated across the room.

“Ask away.” He smiled, taking a sip from the amber liquid in his glass.

“What did you mean earlier, when you said we were the same.” Your voice was quiet now, so much so that you weren’t sure if he’d even heard you. That is until he got up from his seat and slowly walked towards you.

“I never wanted to tear the Avengers apart, not until they killed my family. Destroyed my city… Sure, I didn’t like them, but I didn’t want to destroy them. It was all about vengeance.” He began, sitting beside you on the yellow fabric. “For you, it was HYDRA who ruined your life. You joined the Avengers because it was where the last people you had left were going and it was the easiest way for you to ensure the organization was destroyed. You never wanted the idolization that came with being a hero, and it was clear when your work was done that you had no desire to keep going. Everything that came after the Sokovia Accords was out of survival.”

“I’m not saying you're right,” you began, “but what would that make me, then? Insane? Cause that seems to be the running theory.”

“You’re not crazy, despite how rumors fly. Neither am I, really.” He began, eliciting a small smile from you at the last bit he added. “You’re a fighter, someone doing whatever it takes to get their agenda done. Whether that means breaking the law or joining the Avengers, nothing will stop you once you put your mind to it - it’s one of the things I admire about you.”

You pursed your lips as you focused on the amber fluid floating in its crystalline home, him taking another sip of the burning liquid. Your gaze shifted back to his face, and oh god, look at that face. Maybe it was the liquor in your system already or maybe your last bit of sanity was finally escaping your mind, but suddenly his past didn’t seem to matter anymore. You had plenty of red on your ledger as well, and the more he spoke the more you began to sympathize with him.

“So you admire me?” You smirked, crossing your arms as you tilted your head slightly to the right playfully.

“Why don’t you look into my mind and tell me?” He replied. Reaching out, you gently placed your fingers against his temple as you gazed into his consciousness. Flashes of magic and madness, ideas of a love that could be forever or go down in flames. You didn’t go searching deeper, because your own mind was racing. Would pursuing this be worth all the pain that could very well follow? No, not could, would. You’d be betraying your former teammates, but what did that matter much anymore.

Rather than pulling your hand away, you placed your lips gently on his, tentatively, even. He tasted of expensive liquor and a hint of peppermint, and you found yourself intoxicated. The kiss ended far too soon for your liking, him pulling away so his brown orbs could gaze into your own.

“So… What do you say?” He asked, cupping your cheek in his hand, you place your own over top of his.

“Why not?” You smiled back, reconnecting your lips to his.

“I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.”

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The One Who Learned

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1989 was an infamous year: the fall of the Berlin Wall, the Velvet Revolution, free elections in Poland, Denmark passed the Registered Partnership law, George Bush Senior became US president, Serial killer Ted Bundy was executed and it was the birth year of Y/N Y/L/N, Barry Allen and Iris West.

Y/N, Barry and Iris were childhood best friends, growing up together. Until tragedy stuck in 1999 when Mr and Mrs Y/L/N got into a car accident, dying at the scene, and left 10 year old Y/N alone. Barry and Y/N being as close as they were, meant that Y/N stayed at the Allen’s house until that faithful night of March 18th 2000. Nora’s death and the subsequent arrest of Henry Allen meant Barry was fostered by Joe West whereas Y/N was left in the foster system for a year and a half before being adopted by a certain Captain Singh.

Now in the year 2013, does the true story start... with a drunken one-night stand between two best friends.

“Come on Barr!” Y/N’s voice shouted over the noise in the bar.

“Okay!” Barr chuckled, grinning at his best friend. Before him, on the bar counter, sat 3 shots of tequila with a further 3 before Y/N. With a glance to his side, Barry downed the shot, slamming the glass onto the counter. He cursed causing Y/N to burst out laughing. “Shit!”

A few shots later, Y/N and Barry stumbled into Y/N’s house. The duo stumbled through the door and looked at each other with drunken eyes. The two leaned into an intense make out session, slowly undressing each other, leading to the conception of a child.

The next morning, Barry woke to his head nestled into the back of a woman’s neck. Swiftly but silently, Barry untangled himself from the body and redressed before leaving. As he left, he realised he was in Y/N’s house and promptly freaked out, worried that the one-night stand had ruined his friendship.

Two weeks later, Y/N discovered her period was late and had the dreaded feeling she was pregnant. Taking a pregnancy test, Y/N sat slumped against the bathtub, the stick resting on the rim and a timer on her phone.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6

Y/N bit her nails and began tapping her foot.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Ring. Ring.

Y/N reached over to grab the stick and looked down. Two lines. She cursed under her breath before picking her phone up and calling Barry.

“Hi! This is Barry. Sorry I couldn’t come to the phone! If this is work, I’m probably late! Just leave a message after the beep. *beep*”

Y/N sighed before getting dressed and heading for CCPD. As Y/N drove towards the station, her mind whirled with all the scenarios about how Barry would react. In a few, he was happy but in most, he became hateful and coldly rejected you and and the baby. With all these thoughts rushing in her head, she never noticed Captain Singh coming out of his office and placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Y/N/N, what are you doing here? Are you okay?” Captain David Singh asked, bringing Y/N out of her thoughts.

“Hi, dad. I’m okay but I kinda need to talk to Barry about something.”

“Okay. He’s in the lab.”

“Thanks.” Y/N said before heading down to the lab, where Barry was. Barry was leaning over his computer when Y/N walked in. Barry didn’t acknowledge her presence until Y/N cleared her throat causing him to turn around.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed in surprise.

“Hey Barry. So I need to talk to you about something important.” Y/N said.

“Sure. I just need these results done.” Barry replied. As Y/N opened her mouth to give the news, Iris burst in, causing Barry’s eyes to light up.

“Okay, I’m ready to see the Atom Smasher... smashing.” Iris announced, seemingly ignoring Y/N’s presence. 

“There was a shooting today. Your dad needs me to process some evidence. Which means I don’t know if we can go to S.T.A.R. Labs.” Barry explained, Y/N discovering that the two had made plans without her once again. 

“But seeing this thing go on is like your dream. Your sad little, nerdy dream.” Iris exclaimed.

 “I prefer ‘geek’ to ‘nerd’.” Barry retorted.

“They’re the same thing.” Iris waved him off.

“Not if you met a real ‘nerd’ -- Um, those... are my fries.” Barry replied. Y/N frowned before leaving, the other two not even noticing her disappearance.

That night, when the particle accelerator exploded and dark matter filled the air, Barry got struck by lightning and Y/N passed out with two fingers pressed against her right temple. Barry ended up in a coma for 9 months while Y/N went through her pregnancy with the help of Captain Singh and the occasional help from Eddie Thawne. In those nine months, Y/N sent emails, texts and even letters to Barry telling him about his son. Barry would never get them.

In January 2014, Y/N woke with the sudden ability of psychokinesis. She was able to read & control minds as well as move objects with a single thought. Unknown to Y/N, the dark matter from the explosion had not only affected her but many more in Central City, including her own child.

After 9 months and a 6 hour-long labour, Alexei David Y/L/N was born on the 15th September 2014. Not a month later, Barry awoke from his coma, completely unaware he was now a father.

Y/N spent her time split between her career as a novelist and her son. One faithful day, not long after the Flash was discovered by the press, Y/N took Alexei to the park, playing and laughing with her son. Harrison Wells or rather Eobard Thawne noticed Y/N’s beautiful smile and the ringing sound of her laughter and made his way over to her.

“Hello.” EoWells stated, causing Y/N to jump slightly.

“Oh. Hi!” Y/N smiled quickly before turning her gaze back towards her son.

“Your son is rather cute.” EoWells stated, looking down at Alexei.

“Thank you...” Y/N trailed off, allowing EoWells to introduce himself.

“Harrison.”

“Pleasure to meet you. I’m Y/N and this is my son Alexei.” She introduced, holding her hand out for a handshake.

“Pleasure.” EoWells replied, chivalrously kissing the back of her hand. Y/N giggled slightly before the two continued to converse.

Over the next 7 months, EoWells became close to Y/N, who occasionally works with Team Flash. EoWells slowly fell for her and loved her son while Y/N did hold some affection for him before his reveal as Reverse Flash.

Next

[captainsophiestark]

Head Cold

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Written for Agent Carter Bingo 2022! @agentcarterbingo​

Fandom: Marvel

Square Filled: “Go away.”

Summary: Jack Thompson's a notorious workaholic who doesn't stop for anything, even a cold that's almost completely knocked him out. Thankfully, Y/N's around to make sure he takes care of himself, and she's not about to let his stubborn nature win.

Word Count: 3,120

Category: Fluff

Warnings: Illness, not super graphically depicted, it’s just a slightly nasty head cold

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I'd had a crush on Jack Thompson since the day I'd started working at the SSR. He could be a total ass sometimes, but I remained convinced that a heart of gold lay underneath the posturing. Every day, I watched as he walked past my desk to his office as Chief.

Which was why I noticed that today he looked like shit.

Despite my staring, Jack had never really noticed me, at least not more than he noticed Peggy and Daniel. And he certainly didn't notice me today as he trudged to his office with his head down, bags under his eyes topping off the impression that he'd suddenly been replaced by a zombie.

He walked past me, then Daniel and Peggy, and slammed the door to his office behind him. I turned around to see if my two friends had also noticed his condition, but they hadn't looked up from their work.

I faced forward again and stared at the pile of papers on my own desk, debating my options. I hoped Jack wouldn't push himself past his limits and come to work when he should've stayed home, but part of me knew he'd push until he dropped. And he'd looked like literal garbage when he walked past my desk a minute ago.

I tapped my foot and pulled one of my files closer, keeping part of my attention on the door to Jack's office. I'd give it a little while, and if I didn't see him, I'd go check on him myself.

As it worked out, I didn't have to go to Jack. He ended up coming to me.

"Agents Carter, Sousa, and Y/L/N," he called into the bullpen, swaying in his doorway as his hoarse voice struggled for volume. "My office. Now."

This time I saw Peggy and Daniel exchanging concerned looks. They'd finally noticed what I'd seen when the Chief came in: Jack Thompson looked like death warmed over.

"What's up, Jack?" asked Sousa, stepping into the room as I carefully shut the door behind us. "You don't look too good."

Jack just waved him off without looking up from his desk. He slouched in his chair, failing to paint even half the imposing portrait he usually did.

"I'm fine." The congestion lacing every word said otherwise. "I've got a case for you three to get working on."

Peggy and Daniel shared a skeptical glance, but didn't say anything. I squinted my eyes and crossed my arms, staring Jack down.

"We've got intel about Leviathan potentially rearing its ugly head again. I need the three of you on it. Case files are here."

He pointed to several stacks of papers on his desk, but didn't stand. He clearly didn't have the energy for something like that.

Peggy and Daniel shared another look, then moved forward to grab the files. They both stared Jack down, and he stared right back, looking completely exhausted. Still, the duo did nothing. Daniel scooped up my case file for me, handing it to me as we all headed for the door.

"C'mon, Y/N," he said. "Let's get started."

I didn't take my eyes off Jack, but he just stared blankly at the desk in front of him. Like he was contemplating how bad it might hurt if he simply passed out and bounced his head off it in the process.

Peggy gently grabbed my arm and led me from the office with her and Daniel. We stopped just outside the door, Daniel closing it behind us this time. The three of us made a tight circle next to Peggy's desk, and I raised my eyebrows in question at my two friends.

"Why aren't we doing anything about Thompson?" I asked. "He's clearly sick as a dog. He shouldn't be working right now."

Peggy sighed as Daniel explained.

"You weren't here for it, but he's been like this before," Daniel began. "He came in here like a ghost, and sat at his desk working away. This was before he was Chief."

"Everyone in the office tried to get him to go home," Peggy continued with a tired sigh. "He looked terrible enough that even I let some of the things he'd said go and tried to persuade him. He wouldn't budge. He insisted on working through it."

I scowled as Daniel picked up the story where Peggy left off. "Nobody could get him to give it up. Eventually, Dooley saw how bad he was hurting and ordered him home. Said he'd fire Thompson on the spot, best agent in the office or no, if he didn't knock off and get some rest. Thompson still put up a hell of a fight, but he couldn't ignore the direct order."

"But now, he's the one giving the orders," Peggy finished. "He's not going to order himself home, and no one else here has the power to make it happen."

I scowled and turned from my friends to squint at Jack's office door.

"Yeah, well, like you said. I wasn't here last time." I turned back to my friends. "Can you guys hold things down here and take charge if I get him out of here?"

"Sure, but good luck," said Daniel. "He showed just how stubborn and thick-headed he could be last time."

"He's about to meet his damn match," I promised, more to myself than my friends. I passed my case file over to Peggy, who took it with a small smile, then I turned to face Jack's office door again.

I marched forward, shoulders back and head high as I extended a hand and hammered on the wood. I heard a groan of pain from inside, then Jack's raspy voice.

"What?"

"Lemme in, Thompson," I said. "You're sick as a dog, and you're too stubborn to admit it. I intend to do something about it."

"Go away."

"Wrong answer."

I briefly debated just breaking down the door and barging in there, but I paused. I had another option to try before brute force. That could be my plan B.

I pulled a bobby pin out of my hair and knelt down in front of the door, snapping the pin in half as I went. Not as precise as actual lock picking tools, but I'd made it work before.

And I made it work again. The lock gave a satisfying click, and I pulled the pieces of the bobby pin out before turning the door handle. The door swung open easily and I stepped inside Jack's office, swiftly closing the door behind me. Jack snapped his head up from his desk, where he'd been face-down.

"How the hell did you get in here?"

"Determination," I said, quickly crossing the office to stand by Jack. "Now come on, Thompson. Get up and go home."

Jack shook his head, leaning back in his chair to survey me. It would've been a power move, but he immediately started hacking and coughing, which ruined the image.

"I have work to do here," he finally said, gathering himself enough to look at me again. "I can't call out sick and shirk all my duties just because I have a little cold."

"Alright, first of all, you have plenty of capable agents who can deal with the workload so you can get healthy again," I said. "And second of all... you're not going to get any work done by staying here a second longer than you already have."

"I don't know why you all insist on completely babying me, but I'm not so sick that I can't fill out some papers-"

"Oh, that's not what I mean." I cut Jack off as I walked around the desk, picking up two pens before sitting on the edge of it. "I mean, you're not going to be able to do any more work because I'm not going to let you get any work done until you go home."

Jack opened his mouth, probably to ask what the hell I was talking about, but before he could, I started drumming the pens on the table and singing at the top of my lungs.

"Go home Thompson, go home and take a naaaaaaap..."

Jack just stared at me for a few beats as I carried on, apparently trying to process what he was seeing. Finally, after my fourth verse, he snapped out of it enough to yell at me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Y/L/N?"

"I told you," I said, temporarily pausing my drumming and singing. "No one in this office can order you to go home and get some rest. So I'm taking it into my own hands to force you to take care of yourself another way."

Jack just stared at me, shocked. I waited, looking right back at him. I made sure the patience on my face told Jack clear as day that I was willing to wait him out in every single way, including spending this entire day in his office being annoying, if that's what it took.

"You know, I could always order someone to get you out of here," Jack mumbled, glancing over my shoulder like he was considering it.

"Absolutely no one in the office is going to take your side on this," I said plainly. Jack seemed to consider for another minute, and then he sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair when he realized I was right.

"Fine. Fine, dammit. I'll go home."

"Great! I'll get your coat."

Jack stared at me as I crossed the room and grabbed his coat and briefcase, then held out a hand for him to help him stand up. Still, he just stared.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm helping you get home."

"I don't need help getting home," he sneered. Or, tried to. The congestion and the coughing lessened the effect a little bit.

"Whether or not that's true is beside the point," I said. "I'm going to help you get home because I don't trust for a single second that you won't smuggle out some papers and try to do work in a diner if I don't keep an eye on you."

Jack scowled at me, and I could tell he'd been planning exactly that. I just grinned back at him and offered my hand again.

"C'mon, Chief. Let's get you outta here."

****************

Jack huffed and complained the whole way back to his apartment. I kept a tight hold on his briefcase, so he couldn't find any spot to sneak in work, and he wasn't happy about that. He couldn't do much about it, though. The cold was wearing on him, I could tell. And now that he didn't have any work to distract him, the exhaustion was starting to creep in.

"Alright, this one's yours?" I asked, coming to a stop outside the apartment Jack said was his.

"Yeah, this is me."

"You've got your keys?"

He nodded, searching his pockets for a few seconds before pulling out a ring. He fumbled with them, sagging against the wall as he found the right key and turned it in the lock. My heart squeezed as I watched him. He was looking really, really rough.

He managed to get the door open and swayed like he was about to fall through the doorway, but stopped short to look back at me.

"Uh... thanks. For the help."

"No problem," I said, my heart racing a little faster in my chest. "Uh, Jack... I know you don't need the help, or whatever, but... you really are looking kind of rough. Do you- I mean, if you want, I could come in and... make you some soup or something?"

Jack stared at me for a long beat, and I couldn't quite read the emotion in his face. He blinked a few times, then finally looked away and sighed.

"Yeah. Yeah, that'd be nice."

I gave him a soft smile, then before I could second guess myself, I pulled one of his arms around my shoulders and helped him over the threshold.

I kicked the door shut behind me and forced myself to ignore the butterflies exploding in my chest. I was in Jack Thompson's apartment.

The hacking cough from my crush quickly helped snap me out of any lingering giddiness. I was here because he was sick as a dog, and I really did hate to see him like this.

"Kitchen's in there," said Jack, clearing his throat a little before he spoke.

"Alright, great. Here, why don't you lay down and I'll whip something up," I said, aiming for the couch in the living room. I helped Jack lay down, and thankfully, he didn't even protest when I pulled a blanket up over him and set his briefcase far, far away.

"Thanks for this, Y/L/N. You really didn't have to do this."

"Don't worry about it, Jack," I said. I walked the other few feet into the kitchen, then looked through the cabinets until I found everything I needed. I started cooking, and it wasn't long before the soup was ready to go.

I put it in a bowl and double checked that it wasn't too hot, then headed back into the living room. When I rounded the couch, however, I found Jack completely passed out.

I couldn't help a smile when I saw him. He looked much calmer like this than he usually did at the office, without all the swagger, stress, and bravado. I sat down in a chair next to him, deciding to sip some of the soup myself. There was more on the stove to reheat when Jack woke up.

I debated leaving a few times, but I really didn't want Jack to wake up alone when he felt so shitty. In the end, I decided to pick up his briefcase and do some of the paperwork he'd been trying to push through earlier. Might as well help Peggy and Daniel keep things running, even if I wasn't in the office to do it.

By the time Jack finally stirred, it was evening. I looked up from the papers I'd been pouring over as he shifted on the couch, coughing a little but already looking better than he had before. He glanced around the apartment until his eyes finally landed on me.

"Y/N. You're still here."

"Yeah. Sorry, I just didn't want to ditch you when you felt so bad. I managed to get through some of the more boring aspects of this paperwork while you were out too. Here, let me go heat up some soup. You must be starving."

Jack nodded as I stood and walked into the kitchen. It didn't take me long to heat the soup, and this time when I came back into the living room, Jack was still awake and even sitting up.

He watched me as I rounded the couch and sat beside him, passing over the warm bowl of soup. I gave him a soft smile.

"So how are you feeling?" I asked as he took a sip.

"...Better, although I hate to admit your stupid scheme actually helped."

"Don't worry, I'll wait to gloat until you're healthy."

Jack huffed a laugh, then set down his spoon and looked at me.

"Why are you still here, Y/N? And I want more than some line about wanting to take care of me. Why do you care so much?"

I started, blinking stupidly as Jack just stared at me. I stuttered a little, trying to think of an answer, but I couldn't really think of anything but the truth.

"I... well, I care about you, Jack. A lot. I... I actually have for a little while now."

"...Are you trying to tell me you've got a thing for me, Y/L/N?"

My face started burning as I looked away. "Actually Jack, I'm trying very hard to avoid telling you that."

Jack huffed a laugh, and when I looked back at him, I found him glaring into his soup bowl. My heart dropped.

"Listen, I'm sorry, I really didn't want to make anything weird," I started. "Let's just pretend it never-"

"Y/L/N, I feel the same way," he said, finally looking back at me. He had a slight smile on his face now, which was the only thing keeping me from absolutely combusting from embarrassment. "I'm just pissed at myself for not noticing how you felt. I give Carter shit all the time for being so blind about Sousa, but now I finally get why she always just laughed in my face."

I grinned, and Jack did too. He still looked a little rough, pale with bags under his eyes, but even his cold couldn't dull the shine of how handsome he looked.

"So you're saying you feel the same way?" I managed to ask.

"Yeah, Y/N. I'm saying that."

Jack and I locked eyes, and my heart leaped in my chest with utter joy. Jack set aside the soup and started leaning in towards me. I started to lean towards him, too, caught up in the moment until I managed to remember why I was here in the first place.

I sighed deeply and put a hand on Jack's chest, stopping him in his tracks. I leaned away, and Jack raised an eyebrow at me.

"What's the problem?"

"You're sick as a dog, remember?" I sighed. "I'm not trying to catch whatever you have, Thompson. Kiss me as soon as you're healthy."

"Y/L/N..."

"Nope. I'm not changing my mind. After following you around all day, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I don't want this cold."

Jack sighed heavily, looking seriously dejected. It pulled on my heartstrings just a little bit, but not anywhere close to enough to get me to change my mind.

"Look at it this way," I said. Jack perked up, and I couldn't help the mischievous grin that formed on my face. "The more you take care of yourself and give yourself time to rest and get healthy, the sooner we can have our first date and happy ending."

Jack huffed and glared at me, but took another sip of his soup nonetheless. I just smiled and leaned back against the couch cushions.

"Let's plan on this weekend," I said. "If you take another day or two to yourself to get healthy, you should be ready for a night on the town by then."

Jack shot me a glare as he leaned back on the couch next to me, brooding over his soup. I just smiled as I watched him, waiting for his answer.

"Fine," he muttered after a few beats. "I guess I can stick Carter and Sousa with a slightly heavier work load for another day or two. It'll be worth it in the end, after all."

With that, he turned to me with a wolfish grin. I smiled right back. I couldn't wait for him to be done with this cold.

I'd been waiting a long time for this moment with Jack Thompson. I could manage another day or two while he got healthy.

[roscgcld]

GOJO SATORU || pain in the ass

request: gojo and reader are special grades and their parents want them to get married so they could make a strong generation for their family (she doesnt like this and she thinks it's stupid). in the first meeting, they went together to exorcise some curses in mountain (their family asked them to do it together so they can get along), she ignored him bc she thinks he is kind of asshole but gojo keeps teasing her (he thinks her reaction is cute and she looks hot and actually he likes her and thinks getting married with her doesnt sound so bad).

could you make it jsjjdks i keep imagining this in my head and i think it's cute if the reader started to catch feelings too...... btw your writings are amazing i really love them and thank you!!

note: AHAHAHA I LOVE THIS! I am so happy most of us agree that Gojo, as hot as he is, can be an asshole. But this one is v fluffy, and very cute! I tried to cut down on not making it too long cause not going to lie, I always love reading tropes like this! the “annoying-ass-to-kinda-cute’” sort of trope, and I love it cx but here you go babes! I definitely enjoyed writing something like this.

pronouns: she/her

“Y/N, guess what?”

Y/N’s chopsticks came to a stop as she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to brace herself before slowly bringing her eyes away from the meal before them; meeting her mother’s eyes head on. “What is it, Mother?” She asks the older woman hesitantly, unsure of how to respond when she saw the familiar glint in her eyes - immediately telling her that she was not going to like where the conversation was heading. “Remember how we talked about being in the main family? How, as the oldest child, you need to set an example for your siblings?”

“..yes?” Y/N’s voice was uncertain, which made her mother frown but she didn’t comment any further on it. “Well, your father and I met up with a family recently, who has a son around your age.” The older woman said just as an annoyed sigh was heard, the woman narrowing her eyes at her daughter who sets her chopsticks down quite loudly. “Mother, how many times have I told you that I don’t like this whole arranged marriage scheme you and Father have come up with.”

Before her mother can give her a response, her husband reaches over to grab her hand in his, giving her a soft look before he clears his throat loudly. “Everyone, would you give us a moment?” He asked as he glances over at the rest of his kids, who all gave their oldest sister a concerned glance before they started to make their way out of the room; their mother closing the door after them. Not without giving her husband another look, one that Y/N caught and had her blood boil a little in annoyance.

Once the shoji doors of the dining room were slid shut the older man lets out a soft sigh before he made his way towards his oldest, taking up the zabuton that his son had left empty by her side. Quietly he reaches out to take her hand in his, his rougher hands incasing her own ones that were roughen up by years of combat training; but there was still a certain softness and feminine touch to them. “Princess - you know your mother and I just want to look out for you.” He started off with a tired sigh, to which the younger woman just gave her father a look. “I know you don’t see marriage as a viable route. But you have to remember, not only are you a Special Grade sorcerer, you also come from a strong clan like ours.”

“Yes, yes, I know - but what does my marriage status have to do with this?” Y/N stresses with a frown as she looks over at her father once more. “You and I both know that the elders can be very old schooled. I mean - who still insist on marrying every of age person of as soon as possible?” She ranted with pure annoyance lacing her voice, the older man just listening to her complains with a soft smile. He can’t get upset at her - he himself went on a rant when he was first told of his own engagement during his teen years. “I know it’s sudden and against your wish, but can you entertain your old man once? One meeting, that is all I ask of you.”

At first his words was met with silence, but he just waited for her to slowly but surely give in. Which she did after a few more moments. “...just once.” She said with a tired sigh, causing the older man to chuckle before he leans over to kiss her on the head softly. “But if I don’t like him, I am never going to let you forget about this.” She stated simply as she looks over at her elderly father, who just smiles softly in return. “I am sure you’re going to enjoy his presence. He’s of your age, and a Special Grade sorcerer too. I am sure you two are going to get along just fine.”

“I am going to murder his dumbass.”

To say Y/N was upset would be an understatement - there were clear waves of annoyance just radiating off the sorcerer. Today was the day she was supposed to meet with her ‘fiancé’ for the first time, and he was not giving her the best first impression. Not only is he half an hour late, he didn’t send anyone to give her a heads up either. So now she was just standing there, tapping her foot impatiently as she glanced at her watch once more. 

They were supposed to meet at the gates of a mountain temple to exorcise some curses that had started to appear around the temple. Hence why she stood by a traditional torii gate, her mood souring with each passing second. She glanced over at the monks who care for the temple and bow at them apologetically, to which they just gave her reassuring smiles and bow back softly as well. “I do apologies for my companion. Seems he still lacks the ability to read a clock.”

“How rude. And here I thought that you’d be excited to meet your future fiancé.” A teasing voice came from behind her, causing her to turn her narrowed eyes back to finally get a look at her fiancé - only to have her eyes widen when she realised just how tall the man was. She gave him a once over, noting his handsome features and white haired style upwards; and how his eyes were covered by a blindfold. He sported a soft grin which he thought might have tell her how apologetic he was, but it just causes her to get more irritated. “I do apologise for making you wait. I had a run in with some pesky curses along the way.”

For some reason Y/N did not believe his words, but she just rolled her eyes before she turned and made her way towards the torii gate, walking on the side like she was taught to do. Quietly she started to climb the stone steps up to the temple, not even caring if the man was following behind her. But she can tell from the footsteps that followed behind her, and soon he opened his mouth once more. “What? No introduction?”

“L/N Y/N.” She stated simply, her hand resting on the beautifully carved katana that rest on her hip as she started to glance about the wooded area; trying to see if she can sense any Curses near by. “Nice to meet you, Y/N-chan. My name is Goto Satoru.” The white haired shaman greeted back with a grin, to which the woman just lets out a soft hum, not necessarily paying attention to what he had just said. But Goto wasn’t deterred, walking a few steps behind her as he watches her walk before him. “You’re the oldest heir of the L/N clan?” 

“Unfortunately.” The woman replied back in annoyance, to which the taller male raises an eyebrow at her response. He can tell that in that sense, they can definitely relate - they were both heirs to clans who are so backwards thinking that they think that they need to find ‘the best matches’ for all of their available heirs. 

If he was being honest, Gojo had no intention of coming to arrange meeting. He wanted to blow it off with some lame excuse, or just flip off his elders when they ask. But something told him that he should just come for the sake of seeing which miserable soul was forced into the same position he was in. And if he was being honest, he doesn’t regret coming to the meeting that much anymore. “By the way, do you consider this to be our first date?”

“If it is, I can definitely say my low standards for the day just reached the floor.” She grumbled before she paused just underneath another torii gate, looking up at the Curse that was wrapped around one of the sides like a giant snake; hissing at them loudly. “How rude.” Gojo replied back with a pout, standing back and watching the woman unsheathes her katana, how she imbed her own Cursed Energy onto the blade; raising a curious brow at just how strong her Cursed Energy was.

Weirdly enough, he finds her not only interesting, but extremely hot. Who wouldn’t find a strong woman hot?

He watches her in silence as she sliced the air before her, the Curse letting out a loud cry of main as it was sliced up into pieces by invisible blades. But the woman didn’t cast the withering Curse another glance as she pushes forward. “Come on, let’s get this over with.” She sighs as she rest her katana over her shoulder, looking back at the man with an unamused look. Gojo instead grins before he follows behind the woman now getting more interested than he was before. “You know, I think you and I are going to get along well.”

“What a pain in the ass.” Was her only answer, causing his grin to widen as he hums to himself whilst following behind the clearly fuming woman. Yeah, he definitely doesn’t regret his decision to come now.

It wasn’t the first time the both of them were forced to cross paths with one another.

With all that said and done, both Gojo and Y/N were definitely quite the duo. Both of them are Special Grades, and both of them work together almost flawlessly. Even though Gojo is considered ‘the strongest’, Y/N is the more polished and definitely more refined sorcerer; since she had taken her early training. Because of this they balance each other out quite nicely, making them quite the formidable duo. Due to this, they are scent to many missions together, forcing them to spend a lot of time with each other.

Y/N’s first impression on Gojo is that he doesn’t necessarily care about anyone or anything. Yet Y/N can tell that he cares for all of his students with his entire being, and is always willing to go the extra mile to make sure that they get to experience their youth to the fullest extent. Besides that, he’s also someone who can try and make light no matter the situation. Even Y/N can admit that his snarky comments and sarcastic responses has made her let out a laugh or two.

It wasn’t just that - it was also how, even though they were forced into a union together unwillingly, he tries to make the most out of it. Not only does he show her around Tokyo, since she’s from a town in Kyoto Province - he also made it his own mission to show her all the fun restaurants and dessert cafes all over the city that he himself visits. He also goes out of his way to make sure that her elders are not bothering her too much about when the wedding is going to be. Gojo can tell that Y/N’s elders are pushing for this more than his are, so he did visit her clan’s home a few times to make sure that they weren’t pressuring her about marriage.

Along the way he has met her parents and her siblings, somehow managing to fit into her family unit in a short about of time. Whether it’s playing video games with her younger sister, or rough housing with her younger brother, even bonding with your parents over tea - there was no denying that he somehow manages to get along with everyone. It did make her heart flutter a little, since finding a man who is not only an ease to be around, but also makes the effort to get to know your parents is a rare gem to find. 

On days when they are both free, he would appear and drag her out of her home, begging for her to bring him around her hometown and to the Kyoto School for a visit. For the most part though, he just goes to the Kyoto branch so he can annoy  Utahime, who will turn to you with the most annoyed scowl on her face. “Out of all the men on this planet, you had to choose the white haired menace?” The woman would ask her junior with an unamused scowl, to which Y/N would just apologise wordlessly with a soft one of her own.

If she was being honest, she had no idea that the man she once found annoying become attractive; and was definitely not even sure when she started to fall for him. But she remembers the day when she realised that there was definitely something more she felt for him - it was family game night. Gojo, who had visited Kyoto to handle something, had dropped by with some takeout to share with your family. After a nice dinner, which was filled with laughter, Y/N sat down on the engawa of her family home; smiling softly at the sight of Gojo playing with her younger siblings.

Just the sight of the three of them bonding together, laughing and running around the courtyard that cause a warm feeling to travel through her entire person; a wider and much more sincere smile tugging against her lips. It was when a pair of crystalline blue eyes that seemed to almost glow in the night turn to face her, half hidden behind darkly tinted sunglasses as the owner grinned over at her with such child like happiness that it hit her like a truck.

“Holy shit, I’ve fallen for him.” She whispered quietly to herself as she continues to watch the oblivious trio before her, her cheeks warming the longer she watches him laugh and play with her siblings. If her past her sees her now, she might not be too proud at how they had decided to go against her number one rule - and that was not to fall for the man. 

Now she is never going to hear the end of this any time soon.

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[scriptaed]

...cause i like you?!

genre: fluff/crack; e2l!au;

pairing: jin x reader;

length: 2.1k;

synopsis: just the thought of it, no, the mere possibility of it boggles the ever so egotistical mind that belonged to kim seokjin. him? and... her? his arch enemy? his sworn nemesis whose incessant badgering he simply refuses to surrender to? struck with a capricious cold, jin’s teapot of a mind attempts to conceal its steam fall short when you pay an unexpected visit and all mayhem is set loose. when did it happen? how did it happen? no... no, it can’t be... he can’t... possibly... like her?! 

You [4:05 P.M.] are you sure this is the right address????

Dipshit Tae [4:05 P.M.] yes for hundredth time

Dipshit Tae [4:05 P.M.] why would i give you the wrong address??

You [4:06 P.M.] you mean why WOULDN’T you give me the wrong address..

You [4:06 P.M.] is that loser even home? 

Dipshit Tae [4:06 P.M.] yeah, he should be. he was texting me about how bored he was just a while ago.

You [4:06 P.M.] wait.. he was texting you?? I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WERE WORRIED CAUSE HE WAS BEDRIDDEN AND WASN’T RESPONDING???

Dipshit Tae [4:06 P.M.] uh… yeah, he was :) I swear :) which is exactly why you’re there because YOU have a car and I don’t! 

Dipshit Tae [4:06 P.M.] aren't I a good wingman? :)

You [4:06 P.M.] I DON'T LIKE HIM 

Dipshit Tae [4:06 P.M.] awww I can see you blushing through text you

You [4:06 P.M.] I hate your guts also why isn’t he answering the door

Dipshit Tae [4:06 P.M] he’s not?? try ringing the doorbell

You [4:07 P.M.] you think I haven’t, dumbass? 

Dipshit Tae [4:07 P.M.] hold on, let me call him 

"God," your breath marks the air in white puffs as you pace in place before his house, "hurry up—"

—swoosh, the door opens magically and, lo and behold, there stands the devilish man himself, Kim Seokjin… except unlike the formidable foe, this skeptical phenomenon stands before you, lips gaping and doe-like eyes widening in utter shock rendered by your presence. You only manage a quick scan of his donned baby pink bathrobe matched with pink bunny slippers until the both of you practically jump back into an ephemeral moment seemingly frozen in time. 

Just as his phone rings, Jin quickly slams the door on you. His efforts prove fruitless, however, once you somehow manage to stick your foot in between his doorframe and the merciless force of his, which fortunately comes to an abrupt stop before your potential stop to the emergency room. There are trivial incidents like these—when he ignores the itch to tease you on the days you wear a frown or when he reluctantly chooses to lose an argument although you are very clearly in the wrong—that you bestow him the honorable badge of consideration… but the stubborn part of you theorizes he’s just trying to avoid a hefty hospital fee. 

“Ahem, ahem,” the boy feigns a cough into his phone, “Taehyung, can’t you tell I’m sick?”

Scoffing into the air, you call out loudly, “sick enough to slam the door so hard—”

“—ahem,” he shoots you a death glare, “sorry, I’m just so very sick. Can’t talk. Need my beauty sleep. Bye—”

“—beauty sleep?! You? Beauty?” 

It’s almost impossible to hold in your cackles; in fact, it takes you only a split second to surrender to the crackling fireworks of your laughter. The quip’s effect is shortly lived, however, when his unusual lengthy silence has you gradually settling into the cold winter air beside him. With his eyes glaring at you from underneath the dampened locks of his bangs clearly fresh out of the shower, it’s nearly impossible to deny the tiniest thought that flashes across your mind.

Sometimes, just sometimes, Jin’s pretty damn hot. 

“Are you here to tease me or what?” he retorts, burying the phone into the fluff that is his robe. “I’m not in the mood.”

“What? Pshhh,” you wave a dismissive spare hand, “silly, no!” 

“Then?” he quirks a brow whilst slowly guarding himself behind the door. “Are you here to watch me wither on my deathbed?” 

“No, will you please just let me in? I’m freezing here. I heard you were sick and classes just became too quiet without you—” and when the boy remains unconvinced by your pleas, you let out a loud sigh as your hand raises to reveal a bag of much needed warm soup “—I have food.”

He immediately swings the door wide open, “come right on in.”

“Wow, so you’re not in the mood for me but you’re in the mood for food?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Rolling your eyes at his 90 degree bow, you march your way into his halls and directly to the kitchen as you have done so in the many times you had unfortunately been paired with the most self-absorbed classmate for a group project. At this point, you know his everything like the back of your hand. From his house and his obsession with pink to his hobbies and his quirky dialogue, you, his sworn nemesis, probably know him even better than his friends… and oddly enough, you take pride in that—although you’ll never admit it. 

“So,” you say nonchalantly as you set out the utensils on his kitchen island, “what could possibly be going on in that peculiar mind of yours?”  

“Peculiar? Aw, did Y/N just call me unique?” he snorts. “I said I wasn’t in the mood for you, not anything else.”

“Okay, so,” you gesture for him to dig in despite the evident hesitation in his eyes once he seats himself across from you, “why me specifically?”

“Cause—” he stares at you confidently but struggles to spill before playing with his spoon “—cause something’s been on my mind.”

You flash a cheeky grin, “you mean I’ve been on your mind?” 

“What?!” he almost springs from his seat in absolute denial, leaning forward across the counter enough for you to take a step back. “No! Wooow, that’s just… that’s… preposterous!” 

“Alright, alright, I was just joking,” you raise two merciful hands but leave the latter half of the sentiment to yourself—because who even uses the word preposterous nowadays? Your silence, however, rightfully ends when you notice him constantly probing around at the congee, as if looking for something lurking in the soup. “Don’t worry, Jin, I didn’t poison it.” 

“Ah,” he nods, thereby confirming your completely accurate reading of his mind. 

When another second passes and you’re finally at a loss for how to prolong a conversation with Jin, you subtly join in on his silent nods; but with each succeeding nod, you begin to notice his cheeks gradually burning a flush shade of pink much stronger than his robe. 

“Jin,” you frown, “are you okay? Your face is turning really red—”

“—it’s probably the steam from the bowl,” he blurts, eyes quickly averting to his bowl before downing a big spoonful of soup into his perpetually ravenous stomach, leaving you little to no time left for you to retort. An unsettling silence follows—an undeniable rarity between the rowdy atmosphere between you two—and you begin to wonder what exactly are you staying silent for. 

You can’t possibly be… waiting for his reaction to your cooking, are you? Why does it even matter to you? Why did the flow of things become so awkward? And why is he so… jumpy? Something must be definitely off today, but, oddly enough, you don’t exactly mind this change of pace from your usual bickering comedy duo selves.

Whatever it is, the silence is deafening and you swear he can even hear you gulp. 

“Did you…” he scrunches his brows and sets his spoon to the bowl with a clink, “...did you cook this?”

“Yeah, I did,” you follow suit with a frown, “is there something wrong with it…?”

“Yeah, no, of course you did,” he leans back into his seat with a loud huff and a cross of the arms, “you added too much salt.”

“Hey! What’re you imply—”

“—but,” he cocks his head, frowning as he drowns himself deep in his nonsensical thoughts, “it just doesn’t make sense…”

“Hello? Earth to Jin?” you wave a hand across his lost gaze that remains affixed to his mystery of a meal. “What are you going on about now?” 

“There’s too much salt in this soup. So, theoretically,” his two parallel hands tap the table sequentially, as if marking some sort of a complex timeline, “this should be a terrible meal… but…”

“But…?”

It takes everything in Jin to squeeze the grand reveal out of his zipped lips and very reluctantly so. 

“But… why does it taste so good?” The utter concentration in his dartlike eyes and sheer conviction in his nearly convincing albeit silly argument makes it almost sound like he’s questioning himself, especially when he continues rambling without your response—although, really, you had nothing but a flabbergasted look. “Everything you make should theoretically taste bad but why, when it’s you and only you, does it taste… so good? It makes me—” he clutches his chest dramatically, but noticeably on the opposite side of where his heart should’ve been, and locks a quizzical, almost desperate gaze with you “—so warm and fuzzy inside?”

“You mean your heart?” you point at his chest. “It’s on the opposite side, Jin.”

“And why,” he gasps for breath like a mad man, an emotionally mad and a mentally mad man, “why do I always let you tease me? Why do I let you win? I’m Jin, Kim Seokjin, for God’s sake! I never lose! And the most confusing part of it is: why do I always supposedly smile whenever I argue with you?!”

“Oh, can confirm, you definitely do that.”

He points an accusatory finger at you, “you do, too!” 

“What?” you gawk. “Do not!”

“Taehyung said so!” 

“I do?”

The both of you challenge the other in a stare off, eventually and silently admitting a mutual defeat to the subtle nagging side of you that had always taken note of that true albeit irking fact. 

“It just doesn’t make sense…” he begins pacing back and forth with a finger to his pursed lips. “I never had problems with my beauty sleep until I met you… I never lowered my food standards to such devastating levels until you started feeding me… I never enjoyed having someone trying to get under my skin until you came into my life… it all doesn’t make sense. The only possibility I can narrow it down to is—”

“—wait, Jin, are you—”

“—is it all cause I like you?!”

The both of your jaws drop open, possibly to the floor, staring at the other as if whatever had slipped from his mouth was the most preposterous thing he had ever suggested! In retrospect and to the general public, you know you should have seen this coming from a mile away. It’s impossible not to acknowledge the several times the lines between a vigorous argument and a flirty quarrel became blurred; but to you, the offensive enemy participating in a never-ending duel with the infamous Kim Seokjin, there’s nothing you could’ve done to anticipate this confession pulled out of thin air. 

Did you like it? 

The possibility of being something more than a fervent pair of enemies and a questionable pair of friends? 

Your mind says it’s unsure, but your smile says much more. 

You have to get out of this house, anywhere but here before the opposing enemy catches onto his advancement.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’re you smiling at? You’re the reason I’ve been losing sleep!” he warns sternly, pointing a finger at you whilst you gather your things. “Hey, you must be the reason I’m sick right now! Take accountability!”

“You mean I’m the reason why you’re lovesick now?” you stick a tongue out as you head out the kitchen and you can’t help but laugh at the way he follows like a lost puppy. “What? You want me to make more of my terrible food in return?”

“What? No, shut up! Hey, hey, hey!” he stutters over his own scramble of words, watching you pacing around his front entrance and calling out to you from the hallway. “Where are you going? I think I just confessed to you? No, I’m pretty sure I just did!”

You shrug, “and?” 

“And what’s your answer?” he throws his hand in the air, as if his mental stability depended on your very response. “Is it a yes or no? Do you like me, too?”

“Umm… I don’t know,” you hum, “I’ll let you know over dinner? At 6?” 

His eyes glimmer with hope, “d-dinner?”

“Yeah,” you reply with a cheeky grin before quipping, “hey, why’s your cheek so red?”

A loud huff of his follows your series of cackles and you can hear his last remark that has you undeniably smiling from ear to ear even through the closed door behind you. 

“Damn it, you know it’s cause I like you!”

[turntechgoddesshead]

Promise

Hey guys! Remember me? I was the rando that said i was gonna write Sally Face fanfic, wrote one headcanons post and yeeted off the internet for a couple days. Well, i’m back and I did indeed write a thing. This is the beginning of a series, if ya’ll like it that is. I don’t know if this will end up as Larry x Reader or Sal x Reader but hell, i guess we’ll see. Anyways, here ya go!

Also feel free to hit me up for Headcanons, they’re fun warm ups. 

Words: 1624

TW: Mention of animal death, Parents leaving, and Juvy.

Y/n Is a girl and uses she/her pronouns, has freckles and glasses. Sorry haha, i have a hard time not writing in those features bc this did indeed start off as a shameless self insert. Y/N also has two dads bc happy pride month. 

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A tiny cry echoed through the hallways of the labor ward, as a new life had blossomed just merely a few moments ago. Her fathers welcomed her into their lives with open arms and tears shedding from their eyes, as they drank in ever tiny inch of her brand-new body. She was absolutely perfect to them, and everything that they had worked so hard for. Her tiny hand gripped tightly onto the finger of the man who held her, her small green eyes cried tears of confusion as the second man beside her smiled and placed a gentle hand onto the top of her tiny head of H/C hair.

               “She’s so beautiful,” The first man spoke to the other, failing to contain his tears. The nurses watched in silent anticipation as the two finally introduced themselves to the newest member of their family. The woman who sat in the bed, smiled happily watching the two interact with the baby which she had carried inside her for nine months. She was finally meeting the family she forever deserved to be apart of, and the family which she had so graciously chosen to give her baby up to. After passing the baby girl off to the nurses, the two men embraced the woman into a teary hug, thanking her for all of her kindness.

               “Thank you so much, for our little Y/N Moore.”

               Days turned into weeks, which casually turned into months, leading to the sudden and unexpected change that occurs within the years of growing up. Five years into her young life, little Y/N and her fathers moved into their own little slice of heaven, room 402 of the Addison apartments in Nockfell.  They happily lived along with the other residents, making friends with the Johnson family which resided in the basement below. Larry Johnson was the only child of his parents, Lisa and Jim, who was just excited to have another child his age in the complex. The two children eventually became inseparable, always in one room or the other inevitably getting into whatever trouble children at the age of five or six get into. Y/N eventually grew into a worrisome little girl, always anxious over whether or not the duo would get away with their latest antics while Larry easily concocted them in that little brain of his. Three years Into the Moore’s and Johnsons friendship Young Y/N and Larry played outside excitedly with a handful of firecrackers which Mrs. Lisa had brought home. Y/N expressed to the young boy how anxious she was about playing with something which her fathers would inevitably be angry about, but eventually calmed down and began to play after her best friend convinced her it would be alright.

               “Larry, be sure to aim it away from the building!” She told him in between her high-pitched giggles. Snow outside fell from the sky and landed delicately into her hair, just to melt moments after.

               “I don’t think you can aim them He-" Before the boy could finish his sentence, the firecracker went off, flying towards the building and into an open window, before exploding into a flurry of pops and whistles. The sudden silence after the firecracker ceased lasted for only a moment as a sudden screech emitted from Mrs. Gibson, the old woman who resided within the apartment. All color drained from the freckled face of the little girl as she gazed up at the window in horror, listening to the screams of terror and anger that omitted from just a few floors above her.

               “L-Larry,” Larry had cut Y/N off before she could even form words. He gripped her wrist tightly, pulling her out of the sight of the window. Hurriedly he tugged her along to the side of the building so neither of them could be seen, glancing around the corner once for caution, before turning his attention to his friend. Y/N’s face had grown ghost-like as fat tears began to form in her eyes and roll down the center of her cheek.

               “Larry, did we hurt her?” She cried, putting her face into her hands. Her sobs turned into hiccups as she constantly attempted to wipe the water off her face. The pressure of her best friends hands gripping tightly onto her shoulders, suddenly pulled her out of her panicked state. She looked up at Larry who seemed as cool as possible, his eyes were sharp as he looked down at her with determination.

               “No Y/N, we didn’t,” He told her, nodding his head, “You were up in the treehouse by yourself, I asked you to play, and you were angry at me remember?”

               Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as she realized the weight of the situation, “No, Larry, I can’t leave you by yourself!”

               Larry shook his head.

               “Go sit in the treehouse, and count to a thousand. Once you do, climb down, and go straight home. When your dad asks you what you did, you say you played in the treehouse by yourself,” He ordered her, as though he hadn’t been coming up with this plan on the spot.

               “It’s not going to work!” Y/N continued to sob.

               “Yes, it is! Tell them you were mad because I nocked your glasses off with a snowball! But you didn’t play with me today, promise me you’ll do what I say!” Larry shook her shoulders slightly in desperation, before the girl eventually nodded to him.

               “Good,” Larry sighed, releasing the grip he had on her shoulders. He watched as his best friend turned on her heal and began to run towards the tree house.

               Y/N didn’t hear from Larry for two weeks after that. Her parents kept her at arm’s reach for what felt like an eternity, as she constantly wondered what her friend was up to. Every day she would ask permission to make her way down to the basement to see her friend, and every day she was denied. Weeks turned into months, as her parents protective grip seemed to loosen ever so slightly, reluctantly allowing her to wander the complex on her own after a plethora of begging on the young girls part.  She sauntered through the hallway, her eyes glued to the stained hardwood floor as she walked mindlessly, wondering about her friend who she knew was just five floors below. It wasn’t until the little girl had bumped mindlessly into another person that she was snatched from her anxiety inducing thoughts.

               “Oh, I’m sorry,” She spoke meekly, fixing the round glasses that sat delicately on her nose. Upon looking up, Y/N immediately recognized the woman with long brunette hair and much more empty than usual eyes.

               “Mrs. Lisa!” Y/N replied, her emotions suddenly too much for her small body to handle, “Is Larry here?”

               Lisa looked down at little Y/N almost painfully, her eyes bore dark circles under them, and she held the mop in her hand tightly, “Larry is down in the basement right now Y/N,” She replied calmly.

               Sheepishly, Y/N let out a small, “Oh,” and stared down at her feet as she rocked back and forth anxiously.

               Lisa smiled just a little bit at the little girl and pulled a small card out of the back of her pocket, “Tell you what though, why don’t you just go visit him now?”

               Excitedly, Y/N snatched the card from Lisa’s hand and hugged her with all her strength, excited at the opportunity to see her best friend once again, “Thank you Mrs. Lisa! You’re the best!”

               In a hurry she quickly ran towards the elevator and stuck the keycard in, which allowed her access to the basement. It took her only a moment to get to the apartment that was underground, but when she did, she eagerly ran to the door. Not even bothering to nock, the little girl opened the door and ran straight for the room where she knew Larry was. She opened the door to his room, noticing him laying on his bed with his hands behind his head and bulky headphones covering his ears as his foot tapped ever so lightly.

               “Larry!” She cried excitedly, jumping on top of the poor unexpecting boy, “I’ve missed you so much!”

               Larry scrambled to take his headphones off and toss his Walkman to the side, “Y/N?! Where have you been?”

               “Where have you been?!” She replied to his question, crushing him in the largest hug all while attempting to hold back her cries.

               Larry grew silent, looking down at his hands before looking at Y/N in embarrassment, “The firecracker killed Mrs. Gibsons pet rabbit.”

               Y/N let out a gasp and covered her mouth.

               “And they sent me to Juvie for a couple weeks.”

               “No!” Y/N cried, grabbing his hand in instinct.

               “Y/N I-“ Larry paused, looking at her before sighing, “I think it drove my dad away.”

               Y/N cocked her head in confusion and tightened the grip on Larry’s hand, “What do you mean?”

               “My dad left a couple days after they sent me away,” He confessed, his face burning red in shame. He looked away from his friend and steadied his breathing, as though trying to contain his own emotions, “I thought I drove you away too.”

               Y/N’s heart jumped to her throat as she defensively rose to her feet, “Larry, you couldn’t ever drive me away! Daddy and Papa have been acting so weird and protective, and now I guess I know why… but it wasn’t my choice I promise.”

               Tears fell down her face, but she quickly wiped them from her face and continued to talk, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, but from now on, we do everything together!”

               Larry smiled at her, pulling her into a hug.

               “You promise?”

               “Pinky.”

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 5

a/n: ong this is going to be a bit of a crack episode w a tiny dash of flirty manager

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

-Watch the boys be all dramatic when yn misses a few days of school and suddenly show up with a broken arm😭✊🏻😔

- Dunno if this is a dream or not but i think you mentioned that yn is clumsy. Just imagine her carrying those cute band aids around for when she gets hurt. But what if she uses them on the boys when they get hurt

tumblr moot:

- She is looking down at the boy who is checking her scrap on her knee, when she smiles all cutely and shit "I fell for you" And cue the boy having a heart attack because she is way to cute

im totally not running out of seijoh gifs or anything

anyways!!

lets start!!

okay as mentioned before and as read above,,

you are quite clumsy

like there is a normal level of clumsy

but you are just on another level

like in manager part 2, your mom ltr was not shocked when you said you fell up the stairs like ‘oh okay. the weathers nice today’

lmao what

and youre also the type to not even know you got hurt like youd just be scratching your arm and youd find a bruise 

‘how did that get there?’

so it was common to find you with band-aids on you and bruises all over

like you entered the gym for practice and you were just doing your normal manager tingz when our meme bois saw you and zoomed towards you

‘y/n-chan!!! we missed you!!!!

makki screeched which scared you so you dropped the crate of bottles onto your feet

‘owie’

you mumbled, the pain settling in at an overwhelmingly quick pace so there were tiny tears in your eyes

the duo gasped and quickly kicked the crate to the side like they were angry at it for hurting you

uwu omg thats so cute

or the one time you were wiping the sweat from kyo’s forehead

he had a small soft smile that could only be seen by you as you got rid of the sweat 

but that smile turned into a frown when he got a glimpse at the discoloration on certain parts of your arms

‘y/n’

he whispered

you blinked up and he gently grabbed your arm, fingertips ghosting over the bruises

‘how could you do this to your beautiful skin’

he mumbles and you shrugged

‘hmm,,, i didnt even know they were there’

kyo shook his head with an amused chuckle and iwa, who was drinking water at the side, noticed you two

then he noticed more at your other arm and baby boi hurriedly ran over to you

next thing you know, you got best bois fussing over you always hurting yourself and kyo gently headbutts you to tell you off while iwa flicks your nose

‘honestly, we cant trust you by yourself’

you just giggled at them which caused them to stumble and fluster

THESE BOYS ARE SO SOFT LIKE PLEASE

its quite normal for you to look like you just fell down the stairs and be so surprised whenever the boys point it out

like youd have this confused pout  and tilt your head ‘hm? hello. how did you get here’

its kinda cute

and ofc you would naturally have your ointments for bruises or a first aid kit at all times bc you never really know when it happens and you need to treat it quickly

the boys always count on you for medical tape when their fingers bleed or whenever watari gets bruises all over his legs bc of too many flying dives

the bench was a common place for you to treat the others and our libero babie was sitting there at one practice

you were kneeled on the floor and gently applying ointment on the growing colors on his skin 

‘hmm,,, wata-san, be careful next time, okay? your skin is really soft and pretty. its a shame to ruin it’

he wanted to scoff at the irony and the hypocritical comment but your worried and concerned eyes made him softly smile and nod

‘mhm. i will’

even though it was uneeded on reddened places, you would dig in your bag and fish out a gudetama bandaid on it

it was like a doctor’s signature for you and it makes the boys ltr fall in love with you all over again

ororororor that one time where kindaichi accidentally got a papercut during your study sessions and he was tearing up slightly at the pain

LMAO YALL REALLY OUT HERE TOUGHING OUT PAPERCUTS LIKE ITS NOTHING BUT I ACT LIKE I GOT STABBED 10 TIMES 

you grinned at him to show that it was going to be okay and he let you sit on his lap so you could treat it

he still had a pout and you were giving him forehead kisses to calm him down

‘see? its going to be okay. nurse y/n-chan is the best out there and she’ll take care of you!’

he laughed slightly and you victoriously smiled

once it was all wrapped up, you placed a kiss on it

‘ya gotta kiss it to make it better’

not saying im doing a kindaichi route or anything but he may or may not tackled you with kisses with that comment

but sometimes, they would have to be the one to put that bandaid on you

like one day, you were walking down the stairs to go to the changing rooms for practice and humming softly when you caught sight of the tall volleyball player mattsun at the bottom of the stairs

he was just passing by and you noticed him, waving your hand and shouting his name

‘mattsun-san!’

you greeted and he turned and he smiled brightly at you

you excitedly increased your pace going down the stairs, not noticing that you stepped on the edge of the step and caused your foot to slip

unfortunately, mattsun was too far away for him to catch you so you tripped and scraped your knee

he flashnyoomed over to you and kneeled in front of you to examine it

ofc it hurt like hell but you put up a brave front

‘its okay, mattsun-san’

his adorable eyebrows scrunched in concern and he quickly shook his head and gently picked you up to sit 2 steps up

you watched silently as he grabbed ahold of the familiar blue first aid kit from your bag and he opened it to take out alcohol and other treatment things

his fingers worked to open the bottle and pour a little bit of alcohol before he gently reached out to grab your leg

but before that, our babie mattsun is a gentleman and looked up for a permission to help you

‘its okay, mattsun-san’

you giggled and you booped his nose

he was slowly cleaning the wound and you could still tell he was worried with how his brows were still furrowed

‘mattsun-san’

you called out and he looked up

you smiled cutely and looked down, flustered, then met his eyes again

‘i fell for you’

mattsun.exe stopped working

like deadass he blanked for a second then his brain processed what you said and when he did, he dropped the cotton ball and his face blew up red

this babie grimaced, eyes shutting tightly and head leaning on your thigh

you giggled at him and ran your hands through his hair

‘i swear, y/n, i swear’

he kept mumbling and his heartbeat quickened to the point he felt faint and he felt light-headed

you were just too cute

too damn cute for his heart

too damn cute for this world

just too cute

and thats not good

mattsun quickly regained his senses and hurriedly placed the ointment and the bandaid on to finish the job

you reached out with your hands for a hug and mattsun gladly leaned in and you clung to him like a koala which made him hold you tightly against his chest

‘hmm~~~~ thank you, mattsun-san’

you appreciated and gave him a kiss on his cheek in gratitude which made him hide his face in your neck

‘im going to get a heart attack, y/n. take responsibility’

he mumbled, nipping your neck 

you chuckled and played with the hair on his neck

‘hm~ okay~ i take responsibility~’

I SWEAR MY MATTSUN SIMP IS NOW PEAKING THROUGH

that was only one of the accidents the seijoh boys went through with you and i swear those boys have superior intelligence in medical care just because you get hurt so much

until that one faithful day

you werent there

you werent at school or at practice

ofc you texted the coaches and the team that you werent going to be at school for a while and they spammed you asking what happened or if you were okay

but you didnt want to worry them so you just said that you were okay and it was just something that happened

ONG OIKAWA ACTUALLY CAME TO YOUR HOUSE BUT YOU TOLD YOUR PARENTS AND NATSU TO TELL HIM TO GO AWAY BC IF HE FINDS OUT WHAT HAPPENED, THE CHILE WILL STORM INTO YOUR ROOM AND LECTURE YOU 

HE ONLY WENT AWAY WHEN YOUR DAD CAME OUT WITH A BROOM AND THREATENED TO HIT HIM IF HE CONTINUES TO BOTHER YOU

UKAI VIBES HONESTLY

IS UKAI YOUR FATHER?

CONSPIRACY THEORY?

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED COME SOLVE THIS

then you finally appeared

dear god 

kunimi saw you enter the classroom and he almost shot up to saturn when he saw your cast

‘y/n!’

he shouted and kindaichi heard it from his classroom beside yours and he also usain bolted towards your classroom to your desk

the boi texted the team you were here and they all raced to your classroom 

EVERYONE WAS HAVING A FIELD DAY WITH THE APPEARANCE OF THE BEAUTIFUL VOLLEYBALL TEAM LIKE THE BOYS + YOU?! GODSEND

oikawa screeched at the sight of your arm and everyone was firing questions at you but you couldnt focus on one so you just sat there sheepishly smiling

‘Y/N! WHAT DID-’

‘I SWEAR ITS LIKE WE HAVE TO-’

‘MY HEART ALMOST DIED!! I THOUGHT YOU DIED-’

thank god your professor entered the shooed them out with a large textbook but your teacher smiled at you

‘l/n, good to have you back’

at lunch, dear god there was a riot

kunimi strong man kunimi hoisted you in his arms and walked over to the hidden team stairwell where everyone was waiting

they all had narrowed eyes and crossed arms, with iwakyo tapping their foot

you did the 🥺👉👈 and their eyes softened at that sight alone

‘you see,,,, i had a,,, concert,,, in the shower,,, and slipped’

they blinked, confusion swirling over everyone’s head

‘excuse me? you said you slipped in the bath?’

‘for a concert?’

‘you sing?’

the team facepalmed at the reason you came in with a broken arm and you pouted at them

‘sorry, captain, everyone. i didnt mean to’

you mumbled but the others couldnt blame you so they pulled you to a group hug

‘i swear, y/n-chan, you will get yourself killed one day’

‘sorry’

you apologized again but oikawa flicked your nose

‘no dont apologize. we’ll just have to be there for you constantly to look out for you’

and he stuck to that word

like oikawa came over to your house early in the morning to pick you up from school and your dad thought it was just him bothering again

so he sighed, placed his newspaper down, took a sip of tea, then stood up to go to the closet for his broom

this mans took a deep breath before opening his door and shouting and waving his broom around maniacally

‘SHUT UP!!! YOURE DISTURBING THE NEIGHBORS!! I WILL BEAT YOUR LOUD CRUSTY DUSTY-’

that woke up everyone in the house and you bolted down the stairs, terrified yet chuckling at the sight

then something happened for everyone in the neighborhood-or Japan- to wake up

yanno the drill ladies and gents

oikawa screamed

a/n: sorry i disappeared for a HOT SEC but im back!! and we finally going back to the groove!!! and uwu thanks for sticking by and waiting for another update and the next one might be my first not-seijoh work in a LONG WHILE so look forward to that!!! 

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Different but the Same (pt 3)

tw: No warnings!

Word count: 6k

Rating: R18+/M

Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M

Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

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ch 3: Manager

It had been a really long weekend of heat. She grimaced as she could barely disguise her limp as she headed towards her school. On just that first night, he’d knotted her twice. Once after their shower, and another time when she’d woken him up due to her heat starting again. (E/c) eyes flitted up as she passed the familiar gates. Though all of her closest friends had all gone to Aoba Johsai, she had to attend Shiratorizawa. Her entire family had gone there, and so she’d had a place on the roster ever since she was born. It probably didn’t help that since they were such prominent donors. But, it gave her perks like a dorm in addition to her apartment and free food. She typically still stayed at her apartment, especially since Iwaizumi wasn’t allowed on her campus. Light steps followed the stone path up to her building as she made her way to homeroom. 

“(Name)!” She turned to face her classmate, Semi Eita. He made her way towards her, meeting her just outside class 3-1. “How was your weekend?”

A flicker of pain crossed her face as she recalled the tournament that had taken place, but just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. “My weekend was alright. My heat hit me early by surprise. How was the volleyball game?” She asked politely, already knowing that Shiratorizawa had won. Iwaizumi had been extra aggressive after that game, not even bothering to change out of his uniform when he got home before he took full advantage of her heat. A wince crossed her face as she remembered how sore her ass was after that. Semi just chuckled and the duo chatted about the volleyball game as they made their way into the classroom, taking a seat besides each other. She fiddled with her locks, adjusting it so it cascaded over her right shoulder. It contrasted with the white blazers that served as their uniform. Semi’s eyes widened as he took note of the fading bruises on her neck. 

“I don’t think you want anyone seeing those.” He shot her a pointed look as she flushed. She huffed, leaning back into her seat as she put her face into her arms. 

“I almost forgot those were there.” 

“You must’ve had a lot of fun,” he smirked, noticing another one below her jawbone as she turned towards him to glare.

“Let’s just say that alphas can get..possessive when they catch their mates with someone else.” His eyes narrowed at her words, about to say something but he was interrupted by the door sliding open and their teacher walking in. The class all shuffled, quieting as their school-day started. The young Omega wasn’t typically a person to discuss her personal life, especially since he didn’t even know she had a mate. He tapped his pen against his chin, he’d ask her more about it during the break. He sniffed the air, only catching the scent of pine wafting from her. 

A few hours later, the bell rang to dismiss them for their lunch. He turned towards her, only to see her furiously tapping on her phone, tongue sticking out. His chest rumbled and she turned to him, opening her mouth to ask him what was so funny when the door slid open and the room was filled simultaneously with mountains and the scent of cinnamon. She froze, slowly turning to face the two alphas that stood in the doorway. Olive eyes met hers again and her eyes widened, jaw slackened. Ushijima stood impressively in the door-way, Tendou at his shoulder peeking into the room. “Oh Semi-Semiiii, come get lunch with us!” Semi scowled, standing up as he made his way to his team-mates.

“I’ll see you later, (Name). We have to finish our discussion from earlier,” Semi looked over his shoulder to note that she was still in shock. He brushed it aside, stepping past Ushijima to join Tendou in the hall. “Oi, ace, you coming?” Semi called, shaking the Apex Alpha out of his trance. With a meaningful look at her, he followed the rest of his team-mates to the mess. 

“What was that about?” Semi nudged Ushijima as they sat in the cafeteria, a plate of sushi in front of him. 

“That was the Omega from the game,” Ushijima replied, picking at his food. 

Semi’s eyes widened. “But you came back smelling like strawberries. She’s always smelt like pine.” He thought about it; he hadn’t even known that she was an Omega. He’d always just assumed that she was a Beta since her scent wasn’t nearly as potent as an Alpha’s or an Omega’s.   

“Her mate is the ace from Aoba Johsai, he must be heavily scenting her before she comes to school.” Ushijima shrugged, taking another bite.  

“Ehh? You hooked up with the mate of Seijoh’s ace?” Tendou joined the conversation, placing his chin on his fingers as he rested his elbows on the table. 

“She was in heat.”

“I think I remember her now. Wasn’t the poor thing bundled up in his track jacket and sitting on the bench with the coaches?” Tendou tapped his chin, eyes narrowed as he attempted to remember. “She had an adorable black choker on,” Tendou smirked slyly at the alpha. Ushijima stood, picking up his tray. 

“I’ll see you both at practice. Don’t be late.” With that, he took his leave. Semi and Tendou both looked at each other as they surveyed the retreating back of his captain.

“Seems like our alpha might be playing with some fire,” Tendou leaned back, putting his hands behind his head as he looked up to the ceiling. Semi remained silent, reflecting on his classmate and captain.

****

Once again, she found herself pacing in the bathroom. She knew he went to Shiratorizawa, but she was really hoping that they wouldn’t meet again so soon after the incident had taken place. Another cold splash on her face as she tried to take deep breaths. Iwaizumi had been especially worried that they’d run into each other, despite them not having had an encounter until the tournament. It also didn’t help his worries considering that one of her closest friends was also on the volleyball team. Her mate had taken the extra step and decided to walk her to campus, scenting her every block or so. A soft smile made its way to her face as she looked at herself in the mirror only to be quickly replaced with a frown when she noted all the marks that marred her skin. Most were from Iwaizumi, but there were still a few fading marks that were from the mountain that haunted her memories. She let out an elongated sigh as she patted her face dry. There wasn’t much time left before lunch was over, and she still hadn’t eaten the bento that Iwaizumi had packed for her. She turned on her heel, heading out the door. “(L. Name)-san.” Her foot froze mid-step as the scent hit her aggressively. Stiffly, she turned slightly, (e/c) orbs meeting olive as her jaw clenched.

“Ushijima-san.” He suppressed a shiver at her voice; it was softer than it had been during the throes of passion. “Did you need something from me?”

“Yes,” he took his hands out of his pockets and took a step towards her. She looked down at his chest, unable to bear meeting his eyes anymore.  “I wanted to apologize for my behavior at the volleyball tournament last week. I couldn’t resist you and I knew that other people would also have problems. Please forgive my rash actions.” 

She gulped, letting out a shaky breath. “I...I appreciate your apology, senpai. That was the first time that something like that happened to me.” A flashback to what he said to her flared, a glow creeping up to her cheeks. She bowed, “I apologize for serving as a distraction.”

A deep rumble as his chest shook, a dark glow flickering in his eyes. “It wasn’t your fault, it’s just our biology.” They stood in silence, her fingers twisting and curling around each other as she stood in his shadow. Her eyes fell onto her hands, fingers twisting the cold metal band that sat on it. She hated that excuse. She hated that because she was an Omega that she had that type of affect on Alphas, and she’d always hated that Alphas would be able to dominate and control her so easily. He hesitated, noting the faint sour smell that clung to the air. “Where are you doing your Omega internship?” 

Her head snapped up to make eye-contact with the Alpha. “My Omega internship?” 

“Yes, I’m sure you’re aware that all Omegas are required to manage a club in order to better use their Omega skills. All third years of Shiratorizawa complete one in order to graduate.” 

Another gulp of his dizzying scent. “I was aware, but I haven’t decided what club to participate in.” 

He took a step towards her and her mind reeled as his scent got more intense. “Why don’t you manage the volleyball team? You seem to get along with Semi quite well.” His heart skipped a beat as he caught the faint smell of strawberry peek through. His alpha keened at the addictive scent, stirring a feeling deep in his gut. “I’m sure you’re more than knowledgeable about volleyball considering your mate.” His eyes roamed her skin, noting the red and purple marks that littered her throat that had been left by both him and Iwaizumi. The scent warmed, stinging at her nose. 

“I’ll...I’ll have to see.” Eyes refocused as he caught her teeth pulling at her bottom lip, his breath hitching at the sight. 

“Come to our practice today and if you don’t like it, then you can leave and I won’t bother you again.” He promised, his hand reaching out to grasp hers gently.

A sharp intake of breath as his calloused pads stroked against her palm, the sound of protest dying in her throat. “I’ll come. But I can’t promise that I’ll be returning.” The feeling of his skin oddly soothed the Omega that was pacing inside her.

He clasped both her hands in his, giving it a firm shake before releasing her with a nod. “Thank you for your kindness.” He turned to walk away. “I’ll tell Semi so that he can escort you to the gym.” As he walked away, she let out the deep gasp she didn’t know she was holding, the fog clearing from her mind. She was sure he didn’t mean to, but she could feel the unbridled Alpha power in each word and gesture he made. Another perk of being an Apex, she thought. Constantly being able to channel his Alpha. 

She let out another shaky breath, fingers anxiously twisting the ring that sat on her middle finger. It was too soon after her heat; being around an Alpha, let alone an Apex Alpha like Ushijima could trigger an artificial heat if she wasn’t careful. She’d need to take more suppressants if she wanted to make it through practice this afternoon. Thank god for the choker underneath her collar, otherwise her scent would’ve flooded the empty corridor by now. She shivered, silently cursing the gods for making her a target, for putting her at Shiratorizawa, and for letting her go into her heat at the game only to be caught like a mouse by the titan of an eagle. 

She headed back to her classroom, appetite lost as she brought out her phone to fiddle with it. It vibrated, a text coming in. “Did you eat lunch?” She smiled, her eyebrows unfurrowing from the text.

“No, I had to take care of some stuff.” 

“You know you have to eat in order to recover from this weekend right? Please take care of yourself sweetheart.” 

“I know, thank you love. BTW, I’ll be home late tonight. Have to start visiting clubs for the Omega program.” She tapped her desk, gnawing on her bottom lip as she waited. 

“That’s fine, I have to make sure Shittykawa doesn’t stay at school too late practicing. Love you.”

“I love you too. See you later babe.” She sighed in relief as he didn’t question her further. She wasn’t sure what to say about her circumstance at the moment, and was glad to have the rest of the day to think about it. A loud noise caught her attention as her classmate took his seat. “How was lunch?” She turned to greet the ash-blonde Alpha. 

He hummed in response. “Lunch was good, Wakatoshi—uh, I mean, Ushijima—was being weird.” His sharp brown eyes narrowed at her figure. “You didn’t tell me you guys knew each other.”

She brushed a hand through her hair, letting out a sigh. “We don’t...know...each other, not really. We just had an encounter that could’ve ended poorly.” 

His large hand reached over to gently grasp the one that was resting on her desk. “I heard what happened. Are you okay?” She blinked at the contact, another sigh slipping from her lips. What was it with all these Alphas randomly touching her today? 

“If I’m being honest, I’m not really sure.” She let the warmth of his hand comfort her, both sitting in silence. 

The alpha wasn’t sure what to say, it wasn’t often that he was around Omegas, and he didn’t know how to make her feel better. He changed the subject. “Well, I heard that you’ll be at volleyball practice today. I’ll take care of you, okay?” 

She turned to face him, a ghost of a smile gracing her features. “Thank you, Semi. I appreciate it.” His eyes glowed, his scent clouding the air. The bell rang, and he let go of her hand in favor of grabbing his pen. As the lessons for the day continued, she reminisced on her time at Shiratorizawa. She had met Semi in their first year when they got paired to do a history project together, and since then, they’d remained steady friends. It had helped that they continued to stay in the same class all three years. She’d just never been around the volleyball team at her school, saving her loyalty for the pack at Aoba Johsai. It wasn’t uncommon for her to show up to their practice after-school, arms loaded with bags of food as she helped out around the court. Her teacher called on her to answer a math question, and her mind refocused on the lessons. 

The final bell rang soon enough, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her stomach had begun to feel uncomfortable towards the end of the lessons, churning with nausea. She packed up her stuff, hoping to hurry to the gym so that she could finally eat her lunch before practice started. “Ready to head out?” She turned to face Semi, sending him a curt nod.

They stepped outside, pace falling in line as they made their way out. “I didn’t get to eat my lunch today, so I was really hoping to eat before practice.” He patted her on the head.

“Don’t worry, (Name). You can eat while we’re all getting changed. That should give you at least 15 minutes.” 

“Semi-Semi, are you leaving without me?” A red-haired alpha threw his weight as he stepped towards them. Her nose stung, eyes watering slightly as the scent of cinnamon bit at her nose. Red eyes looked the Omega up and down, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Why hello there! You must be the Omega that I’ve heard so much about.” He leaned towards her, face getting aggressively close to hers. “Tendou Satori, but you can call me your new best friend, Omega-chan!” He grinned and Semi scowled, pushing him away from her.

“Shut up Tendou, leave her alone before you scare her off.” 

Tendou laughed, throwing his arm around Semi’s shoulders. “You’re so funny Semi-Semi~! Let’s head to the club room.” She tilted her head, surveying the interactions as the trio made their way downstairs. It almost reminded her of Iwaizumi and Oikawa. Just the mere thought of the duo sent a ripple of sadness through her. If she accepted the manager role, she wouldn’t be able to visit their practices for a while. Semi and Tendou began pushing each other slightly as Semi tried to escape Tendou’s grasp, but Tendou wasn’t having it. They stood outside the club room and Semi looked back at the Omega.

The ash-blonde alpha pointed at the gym. “You can just head in there. Our coaches shouldn’t get there before us, but feel free to eat your lunch and introduce yourself if they come in early.” 

She nodded at him, a smile playing on her face as the two packmates playfully wrestled. Turning on her heel, she headed to the open gym. The sooner this practice started, the sooner she could head home and rest. 

****

“You know...the point of the Omega internship includes using your pheromones to regulate the emotions, right?” She flushed at the taped fingers that were pointing at her choker. She’d changed out of her uniform into a loose maroon t-shirt and some black shorts that she used for fitness class.  

“I know that! I’m just used to wearing it,” she replied, hands reaching up to fiddle with the clasps. “I try to avoid taking it off just in case,” she sighed looking up at the middle blocker that towered over her. 

He tilted his head at her, red hair swishing with the movement. “Ehh? Why?” 

“Well, I’ve heard that my scent could be a bit...overbearing. And since I’ve already found my mate, so I figured if I could block it a bit, then I wouldn’t be bothered that much,” she shrugged. 

“You’re with us now, we take care of our own,” Semi entered, hearing the last bit of the conversation. “I promise you’ll be safe with us.” Her eyes met his as she gave him a small nod. A sharp snap of a metal clasp, and immediately the room was flooded with an intoxicating strawberry scent. The red-haired Alpha couldn’t help but lean in towards her as the other took  hasty steps back. “Jesus,” he mumbled, pupils temporarily blowing out as his hand jumped to his nose, “you weren’t kidding.” 

Tendou brought his face closer to her neck, inhaling deeply. The room had gone silent as all heads snapped to the trio. There weren’t many Omegas or Betas on the volleyball team, which is why they had so desperately needed another Omega to help manage their team. In fact, the only other Omega in the room was Reon, and the only Betas were Soekawa and Kawanishi. The rest were all Alphas, and they were drawn to the strawberry Omega - none were mated. Thank god she had taken extra suppressants while she was eating. Otherwise, she could have been in some major trouble. Again. Meanwhile, she stood still like a deer in headlights. She had never gone to school without her scent-blockers, and she wasn’t sure what to do about all the attention. 

“Get back to your warm-ups!” With that, everyone snapped back to what they were doing. Coach Washijo had entered and was making his way towards her. She flinched at the dark look on his face. “What is this Omega doing here distracting my team?” 

A familiar scent washed over her as a deep voice spoke behind her. “She was assigned to assist and manage the volleyball team according to the new Omega graduation regulations.” Her head snapped up to see Ushijima towering over her, his lips slightly curled hinting at a snarl. A black aura emitted from him at his coach’s accusatory tone.

The coach’s face cleared, though she could still smell the contempt from him. “Just make sure you don’t continue to distract them. They’re supposed to be busy training for nationals.” He turned around, barking orders to the team. 

A sigh of relief left her as she murmured her thanks. She turned to face him. He nodded down at her. “Thank you for coming. I appreciate you considering my offer.” He looked up at Semi and Tendou. Semi shifted uncomfortably as Tendou looked between the group members, still uncomfortably close to her throat. “Semi, Tendou, go do your warm-ups. I’ll teach our manager what we need.”

“Have fun, Wakatoshi~!” Tendou pulled back, his red eyes glinting as he propped his hands behind his head. “C’mon Semi, let’s see how our underclassmen are doing,” he nudged the alpha. Semi shot her an apologetic look before he turned to follow, scowling at Tendou. Semi was privately relieved that he could get away from her, he hadn’t been prepared for the intensity of her pheromones. Ushijima’s face relaxed as he watched the other Alphas walk away.

The pair stood in silence for a moment as she surveyed the room. She had set-up the courts while they were changing. Currently, the team was in the middle of their various warm-up exercises, though some still threw looks at her. Some were cautious, others were confused. They weren’t sure what to make of the Omega that stood so close to their captain. The team silently agreed that the Omega was already off-limits. 

Ushijima cleared his throat, and her head swiveled to look at him again. “I’m not sure how much volleyball you know, or what you know of a manager’s role, but we’ll need your help to set-up and take-down the nets every day. During practices, you’ll take notes on how players’ are doing.” She nodded, she honestly was used to it. After dating Iwaizumi for three years with a majority of their days either starting or ending in the gym with the pack, she was used to it. “It’d also be helpful if you have had minor first aid training as accidents can happen.” He pointed at the closets. “You’ll find everything you need there, from practice jerseys and towels to the first aid kit.” He gestured to his team. “If you couldn’t tell by now, our team members are primarily Alphas. We try not to fight and argue, but some—especially the younger ones— are still getting used to being around each other. You should speak with Reon about how to best serve as an Omega for this team.” Another nod as he pointed Reon out to her. “Any questions?” 

She shook her head. “I think I can figure it out if anything. Thank you, Ushijima-san.” He nodded before jogging out to join his team. The next few hours, she served as the perfect manager. Running around filling bottles, taking diligent notes on players’ performance, she had even earned a compliment from Coach Saito when she’d made an off-hand comment about Goshiki’s form. 

“You must know a lot about volleyball,” Saito commented as he stood besides her, looking between his clipboard and the players. Washijo was across the room yelling at the team.

She shrugged, “I’m just around volleyball a lot.” A smile pulled at her lips as she jotted down another mark regarding Semi’s serve. “Why doesn’t Semi set? Doesn’t he have the most experience setting?” 

“He’s a good setter,” Saito affirmed, “but he isn’t what this team needs now. His best use is as a pinch server.” She sensed there was something more to that comment, but she left it be. He glanced over at her notes as she wrote another one down. “That’s a nice ring.” 

She looked down at her hand, tilting her fingers as it caught the light. “Thank you,” she smiled at the coach. “It was a gift from my alpha.” 

“Your alpha?” He looked around the room. “Is it Ushijima or Semi?” 

She reeled, eyes widening, as her scent soured slightly. “My Alpha doesn’t go here,” she choked out, forcing herself to regulate her scent. “Why did you think it was Ushijima-san or Semi?”

His eyes widened slightly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just assumed since I can smell their scents on you.” Her nose twitched at that, subconsciously sniffing at the air around her and she mentally cursed as she picked up the mountain scent and the maple scent that belonged to Semi. He turned back to the courts. “Forget I said anything.”

A soft sigh. “It’s not your fault, I didn’t mean to sound accusatory. I hadn’t realized that their scents lingered so much.

He chuckled at that. “Alpha scents do typically cling to Omegas much harder than you’d expect. Especially Ushijima’s scent.” They exchanged looks, both nodding slightly. 

“My Alpha actually goes to Aoba Johsai. He’s the ace over there.”

Saito nodded at that. “Ah. Iwaizumi-kun, right?” She hummed in acknowledgement. “He works well with Oikawa-kun. But, we only extended a scholarship to Oikawa-kun.” She turned to look at him puzzled. “It’s not that he isn’t skilled, we just already had Ushijima-kun and I guess Ohira-kun accepted his bid before we could offer one to Iwaizumi-kun.” 

“The stronger the better, right?” She swallowed; she knew Oikawa and Iwaizumi both didn’t want to go to Shiratorizawa though she would’ve loved it if they had joined her here. Silently, she wondered if he would’ve left his best friend for her if he had gotten an offer. Saito hummed his agreement, and they continued the rest of practice in silence. 

“Begin your cool-downs! Omega, come here and take the nets down.” Her head snapped up to look at Washijo as he waved his arms at the sitting Omega. She’d just finished refilling the water bottles and was sitting down at the bleachers to begin refolding the unused towels. A sigh slipped from her lips as she got back up. Though it didn’t seem like much, she was drained. Perhaps it was just some exhaustion from the aftermath of her heat. Her phone vibrated against her hip, but she ignored it as she reached the nets. 

“Here, I’ll help.” Semi appeared at the other end of the net, hoisting it up as she untied one end. She shot him an appreciative look, nodding as they made quick work of it. “How was being manager today?”

She hummed, shrugging. “It was nice. It reminds me of home.” His eyebrows shot up at that as she continued, “you play very well Semi. I haven’t had many opportunities to observe you before, but you’re a strong setter.” He blinked, her smile stopping him in his tracks.

“Thank you,” he muttered, looking away as his ears began to glow. A warm maple scent hung in the air. They finished their task in silence. “Are you going to your dorm?” 

She shook her head. “I left my things at my apartment, I didn’t plan on staying this late.” As she was about to hoist the net over her shoulder, Semi grabbed it from her arms. 

Her mouth opened to protest but was interrupted by him holding his hand up. “Let me change and I’ll escort you, okay?” She closed her mouth, eyebrows furrowed as she slowly nodded. “Great, I’ll be back in ten minutes!” He ran out, stopping to put the net away and he flashed her a smile before disappearing in the direction of the club-room. 

She made her way back to her bag, reaching in to grab the choker. It had felt slightly liberating to go without it, but she knew that she’d attract undesired attention if she were to go home without it, especially this late. Her phone vibrated again, and she quickly pulled it out, noticing a few text messages. She cursed; it was much later than she had anticipated. “Just finished with practice. Shittykawa almost hurt his damn knee again. Are you home yet?” That text was from twenty minutes ago. The newest text glowed brightly as her heart dropped. “I’m home already, where are you?” Ten minutes ago. Just as she finished reading it, another text zoomed in. “(Name)? Are you okay?”

She hastily sent him a reply, “Hey babe! Sorry, got held up with club. I’ll be leaving campus in a few minutes.” 

His response was immediate. “I was so worried, I was about to tear the campus apart to find you. What club were you checking out?” She froze, not wanting to respond to him quite yet.

“My hero,” she responded, deciding to talk to him in person. Loud footsteps caught her attention and the familiar maple scent wafted over. “I’m leaving now, I’ll see you soon!” She tucked her phone back into her pocket.

“Ready to go?” Semi smiled, adjusting his bag over his shoulder. A quick nod, and they left the gym. A shiver coursed through her from the cold air. The air in the gym had been stuffy, heavy with the scents of all the alphas and the stench of sweat. 

“I wish I brought a hoodie,” she complained, rubbing her arms as she pulled her bag up more. 

“Speaking of which,” he pulled out a volleyball jacket. “Courtesy of the Shiratorizawa Academy Volleyball Team!” Semi grinned at her. “We loved having you here as our manager, and we kinda unanimously agreed to keep you on, if you accept of course.” 

She hesitated. “I still need to talk with Hajime about it.” 

“That’s fine! Just take the jacket for now, and return it tomorrow if you decide you don’t or can’t do it.” He shrugged, “we wouldn’t want to cause issues between you and your mate.” Another moment of hesitation, but a strong gust of wind had her tugging on the jacket. “Sorry if it’s a bit big, we didn’t have anything smaller. We can get it tailored for you if you accept though.” 

“This is so soft!” Her (e/c) widened as a smirk slid onto her face, “though I think I prefer the Seijoh one.” She winked, causing Semi to chuckle as they crossed the academy boundary. A familiar scent washed over her as her head whipped around. “Alpha!” She cried, a wide smile breaching her face as she saw Iwaizumi walking towards the campus, his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. He must have changed before he headed out.  

Running at him, she jumped into his arms. He chuckled, his hands grabbing her waist as he spun her. “I was already halfway here when I got your text, and I figured I’d walk you home.” He froze, just noticing the other Alpha and the scents that clung to her. He growled at Semi, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The other alpha just held his hands up, “I offered to walk her home, we kept her late and I didn’t want anything happening to her.” 

“Hajime, it’s fine. Let’s go home, okay?” She pleaded, eyes innocently blinking up at him. He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. He knew that she was about to use her puppy-dog eyes on him and he could never resist those. Sending the other Alpha a curt nod as he spun, Iwaizumi headed back in the direction he had just come from. “Bye Semi! See you in class tomorrow,” she waved at Semi over Iwaizumi’s shoulder. The alpha returned it before he also turned back and headed onto campus. The pine scent was soothing after her long day; she buried her face into his neck. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, ‘Mega.” His grip tightened on her as a sharp pine scent bit at her nose. “So...are you going to tell me why the hell you’re in a Shiratorizawa volleyball jacket and why the fuck you smell like Ushiwaka?” 

She sighed, knowing there was no way around it. Reluctantly, she pulled away from the alpha, letting her grip around his waist go as she got back onto her feet. “The volleyball team invited me to be their manager for me to complete the Omega internship. If I don’t join some type of team, I won’t be allowed to graduate.” 

Pine burned as Iwaizumi absorbed her words. His teeth dug into his bottom lip. “Why do you need to help the volleyball team out? Why not some other club?” 

She carefully danced around the subject, not wanting to piss off Iwaizumi more or lie to him. “They figured that since you were my mate, I would be knowledgeable about volleyball.” He scoffed at that as she continued, “I also get along with Semi and I guess he pitched the idea.” ‘Though Ushijima was the one to invite me,’ she silently added, knowing that particular inclusion would spark a bloodfest. Sure she could try and search for other clubs, but knowing that she might not have friends - aka protection - in the other organizations made her reluctant. 

Iwaizumi wrapped a hand around her shoulder as they proceeded to walk, contemplating his response. He sighed. “I don’t like this. What if they take advantage of you babe?” She opened her mouth to protest, but he wasn’t finished yet. “I don’t like you being around Ushiwaka, and I hate him for what he did to you. If you’re their manager, you can’t promise me that you’ll be safe from him, and I can’t be there to protect you.” His eyes met hers, and she could see the flames of desperation, guilt, and frustration dancing behind them. “You’re the love of my life. I don’t want to lose you.” 

She couldn’t help it; she pressed her lips to his. “I’m yours, Hajime, for now and always.” He sighed again, his pine scent softening. “I promise I won’t hide anything from you, and I’ll limit my interactions with him, okay? I’ll do anything to make you trust me.”

“It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s your new team,” he muttered as they stood outside her apartment. She hummed as she unlocked the door to let them in. “I made dinner. Go change and we’ll eat.” 

“You’re the best Alpha!” She cheered, kissing him again as she hurried to her room to change. Stopping in the doorway, her face went blank as she faced him again. “Their pack may be full of Alphas, but I don’t think they’d hurt me or let anything happen to me. You know they’d temporarily take me into the pack.” She took a deep breath, eyes focused on his. “Semi promised to keep me safe, and I know you don’t hate him that much. You just hate that he’s part of that pack.” With that, she disappeared into their room. Iwaizumi made his way to the kitchen, setting up their meal. It was true that he didn’t hate Semi; he’d met the other Alpha a few times when he had picked her up from project meetings. He had to admit that he had a begrudging respect for the setter, and he knew that his mate also trusted Semi. One time in second year, Semi had stopped a group of first-year alphas from harassing her, and that’s what had spurred on a closer friendship between the two. Noises interrupted his thoughts as she made your way to his side. “Thank you for being the best mate and Alpha a person could ask for,” she purred, bringing his knuckles to her lips as she took her seat besides him.

A smile made its way to his face. “Thank you for being the love of my life.” She beamed at him. They proceeded to enjoy their meal and each other’s company in silence. As she stood at the sink washing the dishes and humming, he leaned against the counter besides her. A squeal escaped her lips as he snaked his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulders. “I don’t like it, but I trust you and I guess Semi. Promise me that you’ll keep me informed on everything that’s going on, okay? If Ushijima or any of the other alphas even tries to make a move on you, I want you to quit.” Gentle lips pressed against her temple as she murmured her agreement to his terms. “Oh, and you better not be spying on our pack.” He threatened, twirling her around before he captured her lips with his. 

She giggled, “you know I’m loyal to the pack.” Another breath-taking kiss that never felt long enough. “I love you.”

“I love you too, ‘Mega.”

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THE DRAW (PART ONE)

(PART TWO)

if you’re reading this as like an actual fic: first of all I’m sorry. how did you end up here. it’s most definitely 2 am go to bed. this fic was literally made because of a fucking uquiz about “ what kpop boy are you enemies to lovers with”

second of all, ignore any chess mistakes. idk I know legit fuckall about chess, my brother just always bitches about it whenever I want to stop playing because I just have my king left or smth like that because I know I’ve lost. mf reads chess books.

like look: I UNDERSTAND the game and how it works, and the idea that you have to think ahead and plan. but I’m adhd as shit and there’s no such thing as time or planning. ergo, I suck. like I SUCK. I feel like if I applied myself I’d be great but fuck that. I’m a bad chess player and y’all gotta deal.

third: I mention League Of Legends at one point. I’m so cringe yes shut up ok but I’ve been special interest-ing League for several months now and I need to let you know that Josh, y/n, and Jeonghan play a mean jungler/adc/support combo (respectively). I have so many more headcanons typed in my draft or whatever but I know nobody wants to see it so

anyways pls enjoy this train wreck of a fic lol

If you had known playing chess would have led to this bullshit, you never would have started playing in the first place.

You wouldn’t have worked your ass off, wouldn’t have pored through strategy books and watched live-streamed games, wouldn’t have competed for months to become an official grandmaster. Absolutely not. None of that hard work and pride deserved to be wasted on Yoon Jeonghan.

Thanks to your exceptional academics and study habits, as well as your headlining pursuits in chess, private schools crawled to your front door and begged for you to give them money just so they could brag about having you as arm candy. You didn’t care. It was free scholarships, a chance to leave your tiny town, a chance to start anew with people just like you. If you were lucky, they wouldn’t know your fame status, or would be used to the junk by now. Some would probably be even more popular than you.

So you grabbed a paper, scribbled a signature on, and packed your bags.

You had picked an academy for the arts, as logic games apparently counted as one. They figured they could do something with your whimsical essay writing as well, submit you in scholastic contests. It didn’t matter. You were free, and there to play some goddamn chess.

They had a hardcore club there, meeting daily on weekdays and occasionally for casual play on the weekends. Everyone there was excellent, all clever players with quick logic and a competitive edge that you hadn’t seen in a while. It was refreshing, but still not enough of a challenge.

You swept the floor with your classmates, and rose to the top of the club’s rankings within a week.

Of course you lost games here and there, as everyone did, but for the most part any game you began was imbalanced from the beginning. Your opponent could at best only defend themselves, only able to pick off pawns or bait bishops that inevitably ended in a brutal checkmate.

You were top of the class, and for once it took some effort. You felt like you’d earned something, and you were actually interacting with serious chess players who wanted to learn, not fawn over your work. They played fair and every game was fun.

That was until the blond bitch came in.

He sauntered into the class about a month after you’d hit the top of the leaderboard, long blond hair tied back in a neat and slick ponytail. You barely noticed, immersed in a game with another boy, Joshua. You studied the board as your opponent looked up, grinning wildly.

“Jeonghan!” He called out, waving at the other boy.

Jeonghan’s ponytail whipped across his shoulder as he turned, matching Josh’s smile with a killer beam of his own and jogging over.

“‘Shua!” He chirped, playfully wrapping an arm around Joshua’s neck, strangling him while his other hand smooshed Josh’s hair around.

You watched them wrestle for a second before clearing your throat. “Josh, your move.”

“Aw shit.” Josh says, wrestling Jeonghan’s arm away from his shoulder. “Back to the ass kicking.”

You grin. “If you hadn’t made that dumb move literally third turn in-“

“Hey! We are NOT talking about that!”

You snort and glance at Jeonghan, who’s gone quiet, studying the board. He crouches down and whispers in Josh’s ear, both of them scanning the board. Josh finally nods, pushing one of his pawns forward.

“What was that about, Hong?” You ask, capturing said pawn with a neat L from your knight.

“Nothing.” He replies sweetly, while Jeonghan smirks.

“Sure it wasn’t.”

Josh doesn’t reply. The rest of the game is tensely quiet, interrupted only by Jeonghan murmuring into Joshua’s ear every few minutes, a devil on his shoulder.

But it was fine, you were ahead by a few pieces, your bishops slowly inching towards a checkmate. The next move was it, the game in the bag.

And then your queen is gone.

Jeonghan takes the liberty of removing it from the board with a proud smile while Joshua cackles.

The game doesn’t last much longer, soon the both of you down to just pawns and your king, and then just the kings. A draw.

And let’s be honest here: Joshua kinda sucks at chess.

Josh counted it as a victory, though, hitting Jeonghan with a high five that echoed around the classroom like a firecracker. The boys talked briefly while you set up the board again for the next duo and packed your bag, ready to head to your dorm for a much-needed nap.

You wave to Joshua and turn to go, only making it a few steps before someone grabs your wrist. You whip around, ready to tell them off, only to be met with Jeonghan interrupting whatever swear you were about to say with a sharp smile.

“I’m playing you on Monday.”

He lets go of your wrist and turns around, resuming his talk with Josh as if nothing happened.

Rubbing your wrists ruefully, you headed home.

•••

Of course, his bullshit didn’t stop there.

You did, in fact, play him on Monday. He had you cornered within five minutes.

The next time, in four.

He gathered a crowd a few games in. Every time you’d meet his gaze he’d smirk, eyes brimming with some sort of superiority that made you furious, always endlessly cool and calm. He’d flick his hair over his shoulder every so often, even stopping to talk to spectators while you puzzled over the board, trying to hide your stress.

You were second place by Wednesday.

•••

“You cheated.”

Jeonghan just raises a brow.

“Put the rook back.” You growl, firm.

“Sorry?” He ignores your request, instead poking at one of your previously captured pawns he has resting on the table next to him. “Can you move? I’ve almost got checkmate.���

“My rook, Yoon.” You hold out your hand. “Give it back, or put it back yourself. H6.”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Do you resign? If we were using a timer you’d have been disqualified sometime last week.”

It’s taking every ounce of self control to not slap the living shit out of the smug bastard. “Jeonghan, if you don’t-“

“How’s the game going here?” The chess club leader had made her way to your table, grinning widely upon seeing her favorite students.

Jeonghan smiles kindly at her while you curl in on yourself, trying not to explode. “It’s fine, Ms. Lee. Almost done with this one.”

“Are you missing a piece? Looks like the black rook-“

“Must have fallen off the table.” Jeonghan chirps, ducking under the table and returning with the piece in hand. He sets it with the rest of his captured black army, sending a thumbs up at Ms. Lee. “Thanks for noticing, we don’t need to lose any more pieces.” It’s an innocent sentence, but it makes you turn a boiling red. Lose a piece, my ass.

“Well played, both of you.” She replies, patting Jeonghan on the head fondly before walking off. The blond rolls his eyes, ducking his head so Ms. Lee can’t see.

“Jeonghan, you asshole.” You hiss as soon as Ms. Lee is out of earshot. “I saw you take it out of your pocket, you lying-“

“If you’re not moving, I’m going to.” Jeonghan replies, moving his bishop forward to capture your queen. “Checkmate. Good game.”

You can only gape as he grabs your hand to shake it and walks off, approaching Joshua.

That was when you really knew you hated him.

•••

You studied his games from then on, partially to learn, partially to gather evidence. If he was cheating this consistently with other players, you could definitely get him kicked out of the club and subsequently your life once competition season started, as well as learn and potentially steal his strategies.

Infuriatingly, though, every single game he played besides the hellish ones with you were completely fair. No pieces being slipped into his thin hands when nobody was looking, no clock taps that discreetly took a few seconds from his opponent’s timer. Even with Josh, who he was best buddies with: not even a joking steal or a prank of any kind.

It was just with you.

Every single game you played together, he managed to do something to piss you off, if not blatantly cheat. If it was one of the days you had spectators, his harassment would come in the form of heavy looks and obnoxious “I’m waiting”-esque moves: tapping his nails on the desk, raising a brow, checking his watch.

And if you were alone, you basically had to glue your pieces down to the board to stop them from slipping their way into his pockets. It was obvious when he did it, too, always sending you a smile, too innocent.

It was infuriatingly adorable how proud he was of his nasty behavior. And he was focused too: none of his other opponents got the thought and effort he put into outwitting you and attempting to steal things without you noticing. As much as you hated him, you had to admire it.

Which is why it was so hard to finally draw a line and refuse to play with him anymore.

Though he shrugged when you put your foot down, his dark eyes watched you the rest of that club session. Every time you caught him, he held your gaze for a moment before looking away and resuming cheerfully animated conversation with his opponent.

God, how was he so easily likeable?

He respected your decision, though, and didn’t even attempt to talk to you. It was genuinely polar and strange, and it made you lost in thought as the months passed.

You almost missed the absence of anger, as stupid as it was. School had always been boring and simple, and chess with Jeonghan was the only thing to have made you frustrated in a long time, to have truly challenged you in a long time.

Even when you buckled down on trying to get him out of your head, he seemed to follow- being friends with Joshua (and honestly most of the other club members) almost always devolved into chats about the club and “why aren’t you playing Jeonghan anymore?”. Josh often suggested playing video games with the two of them, and you had to refuse (although playing League with Josh was so fun).

It was lonely.

Stupid Jeonghan.

•••

Finally, tournament season started.

Following (what was apparently) club tradition, the entire team dyed their hair between practices. You settled with a simple streak of blue that was stolen from Josh (he went completely teal, the madman).

The next day, Jeonghan came to practice with his blond ponytail gone, replaced by a dark brown undercut, hair bluntly chopped to end around his jaw.

Unfortunately, it suited him.

He saved a blond spot for a bit of Josh’s blue, however, and Josh dyed it for him in the middle of the clubroom, laughing the whole time. They’d planned it, clearly, as you were pretty sure Josh didn’t just carry around dye in his backpack.

Which means he knew you two would match when he did your hair.

It was confirmed by an apologetic shrug when you cornered him while he threw away the dye-stained gloves.

“Give him a chance, please y/n?”

“Hong Jisoo. You know how I feel about that dumbass-“

“y/n-“

“Why are you so insistent on having us talk again? He’s a two-faced-“

“y/n, you’d like him. He’s funny, and genuinely nice. I don’t know why he was acting like that with you, but that was almost three months ago. Give him a chance.”

“You should be glad I like you, you stupid fucking rat.”

Josh laughs as you walk away, fuming.

Unfortunately, you did like that stupid fucking rat, and so when he offered dinner after an out-of-state tournament (he pinky swore he’d pay) you finally gave in.

Jeonghan coming?

lol yea

that ok?

not rlly

I’ll give him a chance tho

:D thank u

you owe me

I’m buying ur food :(

josh we r literally getting fast food

you owe me

lol k >:)

[klunkcat]

A fill for a prompt request!

Starry asked for a fever/injury combo with the turtle bros. This one features: injured and sick!Mikey, hurt/comfort, and Leo worrying <3

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“Can you hear me?” Leo tries to be gentle, shifting forward in the silence. It echoes, in their hideout. It feels like thunder rolling across the night, he winces. He shuffles a little closer anyways, slowly. Mikey coughs.

“Y-yeah! I’m,” he cuts himself off with a groan. His arm definitely shouldn’t be that hard to move. “I’m in one piece, at least. How’re you holding up?”

Leo huffs a breath, something a little like laughter. “Aw, you know me. Practically bulletproof!” He taps at his own chest, and Mikey watches the way he tries valiantly to play off the instinctive way he flinches at the jolt. Bruised, probably. Hard to bruise through all the hard carapace in the way, though. Then again, the guys chasing them had been firing all sorts of stuff at them. Weird day, all around.

“Did you see ‘em?” Mikey asks, trying again to sit upright. It half works, but he’s dizzy afterwards, and it steals the breath from his lungs. Ow. Maybe he took that landing a little harder than he thought. Leo drops to his side like a magnet, immediately fussing over him with hissed demands not to move.

“Come on, Mikey, just. Hey, that’s it, lean on me, okay? I got you.”

Mikey focuses for a moment on just breathing, getting past the sharp shooting pains in his side, the burning of the scratch on his leg, the general adrenaline crash from being on high alert for so long. It’s nice, to have someone else to look out for him. He can even close his eyes.

“Don n’ Raph,” Mikey mumbles again, eyes slivering open. “Did’ya see ‘em?”

“No,” Leo says, after a moment. “I’m sure they’re okay, though. Raph’s probably busting through the rest of that hunk of junk mountain right now.”

The rock walls around them seem extra daunting in the background of Leo’s strained smile. Or maybe that’s just the fever. Mikey tries to smile back anyways.

He was still trying to process the amount of relief he felt, just seeing his brother standing in front of him. Making goofy jokes and very much not a skeleton or turtle kabob, or all the other awful things his captors had been claiming. He hadn’t believed them, he knew his brothers were stronger than that, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t be hurt.

For a minute, when he’d seen the explosion in the distance, he’d thought that was it. That he’d broken out and managed to hide all on his own, only to watch his family fall apart just out of arm's reach. That they’d swooped down to rescue him, come across a whole ocean, and it had all been his fault. But then Leo had come crashing into his little hideout, grinning and looking like a swashbuckler from a Saturday morning cartoon, and Mikey could suddenly breathe again.

They’d had a plan, because of course they did. Donnie and Raph were working distraction, while Leo followed Mikey’s clues to his shabby hideout, April and Splinter finding them an escape ride back home. Everyone was fine, he’d said. Mikey had cried a lot, maybe too much. Then of course one of the goons had heard him crying and forced them to make a mad dash away again while narrowly avoiding another explosion. Leo had made a joke just before, about being a dynamite duo or something. Foot, meet mouth, kind of thing. Perfectly imperfect in all its turtle luck glory.

It was funny now, he thought maybe he was laughing slightly. He could hear it echoing strangely around the cave, a touch hysterical. Mikey couldn’t quite stop it, either. Oops. He’d been in the damp dark for a while, and he’d gotten a pretty bad scrape trying to claw his way out of the ship’s hull earlier. Practically spelled trouble. Or infection. Although, there were only like two letters in common between the two. Had he mentioned he was dizzy?

“Glad you came,” Mikey managed, and Leo’s smile melted into something more genuine. He brushed a hand against Mikey’s cheek.

“Course, Mike.”

He leaned into Leo’s hand a little. “You’re hurt,” he remembered, cracking one eye open to level Leo with the sternest look he possibly could at the moment.

“Just a bruise, I promise,” Leo said. “Come on, you’re the one burning up here! Give me a bit of a break, okay? Can’t a guy pretend to host a daring rescue without getting a single scratch just once?”

Mikey pouted at him. Leo gasped, placing a hand on his chest dramatically again. Gently, Mikey noticed, because he was bruised somewhere on his ribs. Or maybe worse. He wouldn’t tell Donnie later, either, because he’d be too worried about Mikey. So Mike would just have to remember to snitch on him first.

“Can’t believe my own babiest brother, my only baby brother in this whole cruel world, would lay me low like this!”

Mikey coughed, and tried to smile again. “Leo,” he rolled his eyes. A terrible idea, evidently, as the motion activated some awful nausea response in his gut that made a round of cold sweat break out across his skin. His smile warped into a grimace, and a groan. It's wild how fast things seem to flip, he felt okay almost a moment ago.

“Hey, hey alright,” Leo was saying, patting his cheeks and shifting him slightly so his head was cradled in Leo’s legs instead. “Easy, now. Careful Mike, you’re really pale. Just gotta hold out until the guys get here, okay?”

Mikey hummed, squeezing his eyes shut. Leo smoothed his thumb across Mikey’s forehead, his hand was cold from the rain outside. It was nice.

“Just take it easy, that’s it. Come on, bud. Jeeze, Mikey you’re really warm.” There was that thread of alarm, lightning bright and tense. Mikey hated hearing it in any of his brother’s voices, they always tried to play everything off for him.

“M’okay, Leo,” he tried. He wasn’t sure if he managed it, his eyes felt so heavy. “Hey, um.” He tried to reach for Leo’s free hand, the one brushing against the ridge of his shell nervously. “Leo, can you. Jus’ talk?”

Leo swallowed, Mikey could hear the way his throat clicked. “Y-yeah, okay. Sure bud.” He cleared his throat. “Remember, when we were little? You had that uh, action figure. The one’s from those kids meals?”

Mikey tried to laugh a little, it felt… soupy. Unconnected from himself. “Ohh, I found it. In the grates, all by myself.”

“Yeah you did, you were so proud of that thing. Well, uh, remember when you were so upset that it’s arm broke off?”

He’d been jamming it in the door as a sort of protector against whatever night things lurked in his closet. His little kid brain had thought it would work like a sentry. If anything was wrong, the superhero would keep the door open and make sure Leo knew.

“Oh,” Leo said, a little wetly. Mikey realized he’d been talking out loud. “I… I didn’t know that part but uh, he did a good job.” He cleared his throat, pressing his hand against Mikey’s forehead again. “A-anyways. It’s arm- you were so upset. Well, you remember how we fixed it?”

Mikey smiled. “Yeah, I couldn’t even see the seam!”

Leo snorted. “Mikey, Angelo… I am so sorry to tell you this but… it was a whole different figure.”

“What?” Mikey gasped, managing to open his eyes wide enough to see Leo’s face, hanging over him. Leo’s eyes were shining in the half light of the cave. “Yeah, we searched everywhere for it. Did you know, Donnie and Raph even broke topside rules?”

“No,” Mikey gaped.

“Yeah! There was one in a dumpster, we could see it from the grate. We planned a whole thing, I distracted dad, and Raph lifted the lid, and Donnie snuck up and grabbed it. No one saw a thing.”

Mikey didn’t know what his face was doing, but Leo laughed. “First time we ever worked as a team like that, you know? Anyways, I was just thinking. There was a cat in the alleyway, and Donnie was so freaked out by it. Just this little bedraggled guy, totally scrappy. You know, sometimes I think about it, cause Donnie got a little too close and it scratched him. Almost ruined the whole thing, he yelled so loud! If you were there, I bet you could have calmed it down, right? You’re so good with animals.”

There were two Leo’s again, he closed his eyes. He could feel himself smiling this time, though.

“Yeah,” Leo says, nonsensically, pulling him a little closer in his arms. It’s nice. “You would have made sure it went perfect. Best mission yet.”

“Leo,” Mikey slurs a little, he’s sleepy.

“I got you, Mike. They’re on their way. Hold on, alright? I got you.”

[dnarez]

Chapter 12 - Sports Festival Part 2

She keeps running at a good pace, some other students had surpassed her.

Y/n was starting to hate Present Mic more and more.

"WELL THEN MISSY, IF THE FIRST BARRIER WAS SUCH A CINCH, THEN WHADDYA THINK OF THE SECOND!?"

Y/n was starting to breath kinda heavily. But could keep her pace, some students from 1-A were in front of her.

"YOU FALL, AND YOU'RE OUT!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT IDEA, MAYBE YOU CAN CRAWL!! IT'S..... THE FAAAAAAALL"

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"It's just a glorified tightrope walk" she heard the frog like girl said then saw her go on the rope

Y/n took a good distance from the hole and sprinted to the tip, jumping in the last minute  to the other side.

She stood on the next platform in front of everyone that had arrived there.

Her powerful posture, determined e/c eyes and h/l h/c tied up framing her face perfectly, not even breaking a sweat, everyone that was there thought the same. 'She looks unreachable'

From behind she could hear a "THIS IS MY SUPER CUUUTE..... BABY!!"

Y/n keep giving big jumps from platform to platform, surpassing a few students. But the last one she gave her all jumping high enough to  get her to the end of that barrier. Being the first to reach the end, right in front of the half n half boy that was getting of the line. "Sup!" she waved at him, turned around and kept running.

The half n half boy was stunned for a few seconds, him and everyone else didn't think that this would happen, the first place was stolen in the blink on the eye.

"AND THE PLAYER IN THE LEAD HAS HIS PLACE STOLEN! CLASS 1-A MAY NOT HAVE THE BEST ONES?!" said Present Mic screaming like always

"THAT BITCH AGAIN?!" the angry ash blond porcupine screamed as everyone was back to running no longer stunned by that action.

The half n half boy caught up to Y/n and started to run by her side. "I thought that you didn't want the first place"

"I still don't want it, you can go ahead and have it for yourself" she looked at him for a second

"Why? Do you think that you won't be able to get it?" his cold voice really surprised her

"That's not it, my instinct is telling me to not get first place, nor any number under 40"

"Is that your power? To be able to predict thing?" they were still running, it was surprising of how they weren't running out of breath by being running and talking at the same time.

"No! Hell no!"

"So how can you trust your instincts so blindly?" he looked at her face with the most serious expression on his face Y/n had ever seen.

"My brother told me to believe in my instincts over anything else, and use my head as second player!" Y/n tapped herself on head and smiled at him "You better start to run faster, that Bakugo guy from your class is going to catch up any minute now, go on! Get the first place for me too!" She smiled wildly, giving him another little push and started to slow down.

"THE PLAYERS ON THE LEAD ARE SEPARATED FROM THOSE BUNCHED UP IN BEHIND! BUT I WON'T SAY HOW MANY ARE PULLING HEAD, SO DON'T GET COMPLACENT AND KEEP GOING FORWARD!!"

'Present Mic how many villains did you made deaf?' Y/n took a deep breath and looked at the next barrier.

"AND NOW WE COME TO THE HIDDEN FINAL BARRIER!! IT'S TRUE FORM NONE OTHER THAN... THE MINE FIELD RIGHT OUT OF RAMBO 3!"

'Yes! This will be so easy!!!' Y/n looked determined at the back of the half n half boy 'Let me give you a little show!' a sinister smile appeared on her face.

"IT'S SET UP SO THAT IF YOU LOOK CAREFULLY, YOU CAN SEE WHERE THE LANDMINES ARE PLACED!! STRAIN YOUR EYES AND FEET!! IN ANY CASE THEY'RE LANDMINES!THEIR NOT LETHAL, BUT THEY BANG BIG AND BRIGHT, SO YOU'LL DEFINITELY KNOCK A STOOL OR TWO LOOSE!"

"Obviously that depends on the person."

'Aizawa-san... I want you to be my teacher! You look scary but you were worried about me back then weren't you?... please let me be your student!!!'

Y/n saw half n half up front, but the second she was going to step in the mine field she heard the angry porcupine screaming again.

"What is it this time?" She smiled brightly at the thought that Bakugo was angry.

"HAHHAH! IT DIDN'T MEAN A THING TO ME!!" Explosion boy surpassed her and half n half boy by flying with his explosions. "YO, YOU THINK YOU MIGHT'VE ISSUED YOUR LITTLE WAR DECLARATION TO THE WRONG RIVAL!!?" he looked pretty pissed.

Mic took a deep breath, Y/n still hadn't moved in the mine field only observing the ones that were ahead of her. "AND THE LEAD HAS BEEN UPSET!! REJOICE, MASS MEDIA!! THIS IS JUST THE SORT OF DEVELOPMENT THAT YOU CRAVE!! WHY, EVEN THOSE WHO ARE TRAILING BEHIND ARE PUTTING SPURTS!!! HOWEVER, THEY'RE PULLING EACH OTHER BACK..." Bakugo was very close to Todoroki, the same was trying to pull him back. "WE EFFECTIVELY HAVE TWO KIDS IN THE LEAD!!!?"

Y/n looked at her side and saw a green haired boy digging for the mines, she got closer to him and tapped his shoulder "Yo!" The boy almost had a heart attack, "Do you need help? I know exactly where all the mines are" he looked at her stunned and nodded slowly "all right!" She helped him gather a lot of then "good luck!" She waved at him while he nodded and put his plan into action flying over everyone one else.

"HE OVERTOOK THEM! HE OVERTOOK THEEEEEM!"

Right behind him the angry porcupine shouted "DEKU!!!!!!! DON'T YOU DARE GO AHEAD OF ME!!!" He used his explosions to fly trying to catch up.

Todoroki created a pass of ice for himself.

Taking the advantage that he gave, letting everyone stunned she ran behind him surpassing everyone but the two that were in the lead that were already running.

As the broccoli boy started to lose altitude he put each foot in each shoulder of the male leads, with that weird metal snowboard that he had he smashed it on the floor and flew to the other side.

"IN NO TIME AT ALL MIDORIYA BLEW DUST IN THEIR EYES!! AND NOW HE'S CLEARED THE LANDMINE AREA ENTIRELY!!"

The h/c girl simply smiled while she kept running, with her eyes closed in the dust cloud that was supposed to blind her.

"DAMN, ERASERHEAD. YOUR CLASS IS INSANE!! WHAT ARE YOU TEACHING THEM!?"

"I didn't do anything. This is all the fruit of the fires they lit in each other."

"WHOO-EY WHO COULD HAVE PREDICTED THIS OUTCOME WHEN THE TRIAL BEGIN!? TGE MAN WHO HAS RETURNED TO THE STADIUM IN TRIUMPH IS NONE OTHER THAN..."

"MIDORIYA IZUKU!! HIS WILL BE A NAME TO KNOW!!"

Y/n was right behind the duo inside the tunnel, as they got closer to the exit she slowed down slightly.

"Yes!" She fists bumped the air and got out after Bakugo getting 4th place.

'One step closer!' She smiled and sat on the floor finally taking a breath and relaxing a little.

Midnight appeared on the podium again and began talking.

"And so it's over! Now everyone,  here are the results!"

1 Class A Midoriya Izuku

2 Class A Todoroki Shoto

3 Class A Bakugou Katsuki

4 Class C Takami Y/n

That moment made her realize her mistake, she was having so much fun that she forgot to get a place with less highlight. . . . . . .

--------------------------------------------- I kinda ran with this one sorry.

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