#he the more tougher looking of the two. and probably most likely to get jealous
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Lee gaining a huge crush on Luke but keeping himself together about it.
Only a few people(mainly his siblings and maybe Connor) really figure it out.
Luke on the other hand doesn't even realize he's been crushing on Lee since they met and he's still a mess. Of course people still don't really realize cause of how Luke usually holds himself, but he's still a mess.
Lee's able to be normal about their relationship and despite his crush doesn't get too flustered around Luke. He enjoys their time together even if he doesn't think Luke likes them back that much.
Luke is usually the one always trying to get where they're doing duties together and always standing next to Lee during meetings. And he's 100% staring at Lee half the time. Especially after Lee gets a sun tattoo on their forearm.
Lee's one of the only ones that could best Luke in a fight during capture the flag. And Luke might be a bit too into getting his ass kicked by Lee.
Luke's love for Lee it's bit more... encompassing? Like everything else in his life he has tunnel vision to it. Especially after he leaves camp and it becomes more obsessive.
Lee's love for Luke is steady, taking things by stride and not letting it take him over. They're calm to it, letting him just enjoy Luke's company casually without his feelings getting in the way. When Luke leaves he's able to stay as put together as possible. Hurt, but not letting it effect his duties and how he views the world. Not to say it doesn't effect him. He spends nights awake, cried plenty of times,gotten angry. But it doesn't take him over, they refuse to drown in it.
Luke continues to try and get Lee back again, especially with the realization of "damn- I like him."
Lee's able to refuse every time. Being open on how hurt he is.
How they love is a by project of their childhood. One hardly getting close to anyone and If he does he's desperate to hold onto them.
The other refusing the let their love be taken for granted. Making it clear that the other will have to work just as hard in the relationship.
#mine#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson and the olympians#pain rambles#leeluke#lee fletcher#luke castellan#pjo ships#in other words luke is the bottom#/j#i usually don't make those jokes sorry hdgd#but like. my man has it bad#fumbled the bag so hard tho#he the more tougher looking of the two. and probably most likely to get jealous#probably takes any excuse to be close to Lee as possible#they're looking over a map or something capture the flag and Luke leans over Lee to point something out#lee can feel his breath and immediately swallows down any queer panic to focus.#despite that still somehow takes leaving camp for Luke to realize his crush.#what a mess#he does have reason to get jealous#everyone has a crush on Lee let's be honest#nuturing and hot? Irresistible
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Stuff we collectively decided is going to happen in season 4:
Hawk is NOT A SPY for Cobra Kai because we've all beaten that theory to death and burned its ashes
Purple Hawk AND he wears his hair down at some point
While Johnny might not necessarily apologize, he still tries to be a little nicer to Demetri and actually ends up liking him
Daniel and Hawk bond
A side effect of Daniel & Hawk is that a lot of their bonding comes from getting bullied in the past (by Johnny specifically), but Hawk makes sure to talk about how grateful he is because Johnny made him tougher and there's no way Hawk would be the person he is today without him. Daniel starts to see Johnny's methods in a different light because of Hawk, since the majority of his bad decisions were a product of Kreese's teachings and not Johnny's
Sam and Demetri's sibling relationship gets more screentime
Aisha comes back
Hawk is jealous of Yasmine for the .2 seconds that she's still there, then Yasmine drops off the face of the Earth. OR she profusely apologizes to Aisha and then fucks off forever
Hawk definitely does not talk to Johnny about his Demetri Issue, since that conversation would probably look like this:
"There's someone I want to ask out, but I don't want to get rejected."
"You're a badass; she won't reject you."
"The problem is that it's a guy."
"...Is he hot?"
"I mean, from certain angles, sometimes, you could say that—"
"Nope. Sorry. Not gonna help you date a loser."
He does talk to Daniel, though, and he's able to offer Hawk some excellent hand-me-down Miygai wisdom
Moonpiper comes back
Amanda/Carmen/Ali "friendship" (a.k.a. their polycule)
Miguel and Sam just know that something weird is going on between Johnny and Daniel, and it's most likely just going to be their perpetual pissing contest, BUT it's fun to think that they'd actually make strides towards making Lawrusso canon
Silver and Kreese are bully husbands again, only now they have multiple bully children
More exploration of Sam's PTSD because it's important to represent these types of ugly reactions to trauma realistically and it's not always a Strong Character Moment
Daniel finally tells Johnny that he was in Cobra Kai once and Johnny is somehow even more attracted to him
Johnny having to put his big boy pants on and not antagonize Daniel for one (1) second when he realizes how traumatized Daniel still is from joining Cobra Kai under Silver. I really hope we get a scene where it's just the two of them and Daniel breaks down because he thought he was over it but he's just not, and Johnny has to comfort him/help him in his own Johnny way
"Our kids"
While sparring, someone is going to say "ʙʀᴏ, ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ???"
Feel free to add more!
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My mcu favs w/ crush and relationship hcs (pt 2) (not proof read)
- gonna be honest she’s not familiar with romantic feelings, takes her awhile to even realize what she feels for you
- you make her heart all melty and soft, you make her face heat up, you make her question everything she does
- you make her feel even giddy and overly happy and it kinda annoys her tbh
- she thinks you’re out to get her or something and have casted some spell but when she asks thor he has no idea what she’s talking about until she describes what she’s feeling and he just laughs and thinks she’s joking
- she’s like no. I’m serious ?
- to which thor would tell her what it is, he has a bit of an idea because of Jane
- tbh loving somebody romantically, caring about somebody to this extent scares her
- she’s lost so many people and because of it became a raging alcoholic
- if she lost you she doesn’t know what could happen
- she tries to push you away but quickly realizes she doesn’t like doing that to herself or you
- asks you to go out drinking with her often if you’re up for that
- she’d find it funny how easily you get drunk but has no problem taking care of you, in fact she would probably drink with you more often so she can take care of you because it’s the closest to intimacy she feels she can have with you (no she is not taking advantage of you or anything, it’s more just the thought of taking care of you feels intimate to her)
- also you’re cute while you’re drunk
- trans with you so you can be tougher if you’re not that tough already
- tbh asks thor to do the same with you, whether it be cuz she’s not around or because you need the extra training
- eventually Thor’s at the point where he’s like you gotta tell em and she’s like no 🖕
- but she does eventually
- she’s kinda awkward about it but she tries to sound confident with it ^^
- dating you is very different than just being her friend tbh
- like you might’ve been surprised at her asking you out, even if it’s kinda obvious to anybody that knows her well
- to any stranger you just seemed like friends with a strange rivalry relationship but that’s really not the case
- she’s much more flirty in a relationship, since she’s confident you’re with her for a reason.. she’s not the type to doubt your relationship, you’re with her for a reason
- much more protective in battle though
- she doesn’t say she loves you enough, but she shows it through her actions
- asks thor about the romantic stuff but he has no idea really so she goes to Bruce who kinda has more of a grasp on it
- tries to take you to like normal restaurant dates... kinda awkward since she had no midgardian clothes at that point
- lotsa quick kisses on the cheek or forehead
- likes cuddling as she finds it just.. kinda intimate ?
- still likes to take care of a drunk you
- quick pecks on your lips are very often
- doesn’t like the idea of going on a lot of Thor’s saving the world shits unless you’re on board with it
- thor jokes about how she’s all badass and “I don’t give a fuck about saving the world or anyone else” until it comes to you
- she kicks his ass
- but he’s not wrong
- when she likes you she’s a bit like wtf
- like she doesn’t realize it for a moment until jane explains it
- before she was her usual talkative self but there was a lot of nervousness and stuttering at times, just unusual awkwardness that made Jane raise a brow
- it makes more sense now
- since she’s aware she likes you now she often asks you to hang out, to help her out, whatever it is
- the gal is clingy af what can she say
- lotsa hugs she loves giving you hugs often does them for a greeting
- just an excuse to hold you though tbh
- at times will get tongue tied
- she tries to flirt but it just makes you confused she’s not good at it you’re not even gonna know she’s flirting
- eventually grows impatient about it and is just like “I LIKE U DUMMY! DATE ME!”
- and now you date
- she gets into things a bit quickly so if it’s too fast tell her, hopefully not a dealbreaker
- dates are often because she’s got a lot of creative ideas for dates ^^
- still hugs you as a greeting but a lot longer and intimate and a kiss follows after
- speaking of kisses she LOVES to kiss you and she does so very often
- very needy
- big cuddler
- just like “CUDDLE ME”
- so demanding
- often talks about you and how much she loves you she can’t help it
- but if anybody did the same she like “shut up nobody cares”
- even with you though she’s blunt, but much nicer about it
- likes going on just good dates, restaurants , picnic, whatever
- she eats all the food
- tries to impress you so she might say she was best friends with thor at a point
- and that she’s helped him out before and .. yeah etc
- she likes buying you clothes tbh
- especially if you don’t dress good let her dress you up pls
- would be sad if you didn’t get along with Jane
- it would be a dealbreaker actually
- she knows she’s a bit much so she feels happy you love her anyways
- vision of course will not understand his feelings
- he understands you definitely make him feel something, that something being good
- for a moment he might think he feels like this is how best friends feel towards another, or even thinking he sees you in a familial light
- tony quickly tells him that is not the case
- once vision understands what he really feels he’s not sure how to go about it, he can be quite oblivious
- he’s aware of this but still .. what does he do?
- asks tony for advice, he tells him to flirt and see how it goes
- but tbh that doesn’t work, you don’t even realize he’s flirting gonna be honest
- he’s just bad at it
- so he tries to just simply state his affection, that doesn’t work because he doesn’t know how to word it without it sounding platonic, or getting too nervous about going too far
- he doesn’t wanna overstep boundaries
- tony is in pain watching this btw
- tony eventually is just like “he wants to know if you would like to go on a date” “w- I.. yes?”
- in a relationship he is very sweet
- kinda cliche though, since he doesn’t have a concept of romance at all
- looks up a lot of the things he should know about romance he doesn’t want to ask you that
- while he has no problem protecting you, he doesn’t feel the need to be overly protective unless needed
- he’s logical, reasonable, he only gets protective if he has to, even with how he feels towards you
- but do you distract him? Yes absolutely
- he’s okay with living comfortably and normally for once with you, unless it’s something you don’t want or are not ready for
- once you’re conditioned to a certain lifestyle, even if it isn’t a good one it can be uncomfortable to get out of and he understands that
- he loves to kiss you, often initiates kisses or forms of affection
- you were the first to kiss him, it made him so flustered but so happy and now he’s addicted to kissing you
- loves kissing your hands
- if you have any insecurity he will do anything in his power to prove you wrong and that he doesn’t see you in that light
- he understands he has responsibilities but other than that, loves spending his time with you
- he understands you’re a distraction so he tries not to fight with you, he wants to prioritize the people when it comes to this kinda thing
- which you of course understand
- once you teach him what dancing is, his love language is dancing with you
- you two just stay up talking about nothing and everything
- having kids with him isn’t an option, but he isn’t opposed to adopting children
- after all, all he’s ever wanted was to be a normal significant other to you
- do not have a huge concept on her character so forgive me 🙏
- she can be a bit flirty, not that you mind though right ?
- she just loves spending all her time with you
- probably met you before wandavision
- so you’re probably already together
- even then in wandavision you two were “roommates”
- doesn’t explain all the flirting girl .
- agathas fall would be letting Wanda find out she had a soft spot for you my god
- while she’s all confidence and flirty in general, she’s a bit softer with you
- like she genuinely means the things she says when it comes to you
- eventually asks you to date her, you don’t have much room for dates outside of wandavision
- you two are always together btw
- loves dancing with you
- she has a good grasp on romance so she has no issue with it
- she is full of confidence when it comes down to it tbh
- holds your hand often
- your relationship ain’t official till like the 70s probably
- might joke after wanda has kids that you both should have kids too
- while she’s causing her mischief you back her up to make her look less suspicious
- seriously in the mist of all this she’s grateful for you
- especially when you get her out of the hell that Wanda puts her in once again
- to which she will actually confess she loves you, and cares for you
- you aren’t just like.. some person to date
- she’s not the most vulnerable obviously
- so the fact she finally is.. it’s just a lot
- “idk I just love u a lot hun . Cant I show I love u 😊”
- she’s just so overly sweet with you
- she’s so awful to everyone else at times that she just likes being .. with you and being a softie
- likes you playing with her hair
- she loves a good cuddle
- cute nicknames like hon, or hun, or just teddy bear
- with a crush quill might try to act overly friendly
- and probably flirts a lot
- he’s very like obvious with the flirting so you’d have to be oblivious not to notice it
- he can be quite protective as well
- like not just in fighting but even with just others like even before dating he’s very jealous
- if he makes a joke you’re always in on it somehow
- he tries for form a close bond with you just cuz he likes you so much
- it’s likely he likes somebody that can easily protect themselves doe
- probably has some dumb handshake with you
- honestly he acts like a close friend to you
- people might mistake you for a sibling like relationship if it weren’t for his flirting and him staring at you like you’re his entire universe
- seriously Sam says Bucky has a staring problem, quill is fucking awful
- it’s constant and rocket is always like “you’re staring”
- and he’s like “nO” and then continues to stare
- has you listen to his favorite music of course
- especially the love songs ;D
- will just dance with you to the music he puts on
- one time you guys are dancing to the music he put on like normal but it’s a slow love song, so hes like let’s so dance bae
- and then he tells you how he feels for u
- now u date <3
- lots of forehead kisses
- cuddle bug absolutely
- still a jealous boyfriend though tbh he will try to seem all tough in front of any man he thinks might be better or something he will do anything to show off
- your relationship doesn’t change just lots of kisses and hugs now and I love yous
- you’re totally the relationship that’s like “I love you more” “nooo I love you more” and the guardians hate y’all so much
- he uses nicknames like hun, honey, love, sweetheart
- let’s just say you slow dance more often, and kiss while doing so ^^
- he flirts with you still but it’s a lot more sweet rather than before where he might’ve just flirted with you in terms of like it being kinda like calling you sexy and shit like that, now it’s more like wow u look beautiful I luv u 😊🙏
- would do anything for you, even if he wouldn’t like it
- doesn’t mean he wouldn’t hesitate tho
- going on separate dates isn’t really an option since you guys fight left and right and are always with the guardians, but he decided every once a couple months you guys go on a date together and have some fun
- Loki doesn’t get crushes, so this is a new thing for him
- and tbh he doesn’t know how to take it either, especially when he realizes how strong those feelings actually are
- he hates the idea of being vulnerable in general, especially when it comes to you
- over time it just... happens
- but if there’s any indication he likes spending time with you he will try to lie his way through it, he’s a good liar of course so it probably works
- however he shows he at the very least cares about you, he shows a sign of protectiveness when it comes to potential enemies.. enemies that happen to be dangerous for you
- plus he’s around you like constantly and claims he has nobody else to harass
- he claims he doesn’t care about you at all, but even thor can tell through this lie
- the way he looks at you makes it obvious
- the way he doesn’t try to get you involved in his more dangerous schemes
- and if you do, and you get hurt he feels guilty and tries to help you feel better
- he claims he just owes you one for getting you hurt though
- eventually thor bothers him enough to get him to confess feelings, which takes a lot for Loki to even go through with
- he acts confident, even moreso after you say yes, but deep down was extremely nervous
- the male is good at making you feel important, after trying so hard to hide his feelings he is tired of it and just wants to be more honest about how he feels about you
- no issue being vulnerable, he trusts you but sometimes it can be hard
- he goes to you for a lot of his problems, even if you cannot help, just venting and you listening helps
- he was already with you a lot but now there’s no excuses and it’s even moreso
- “what? I just wanted to visit my beautiful s/o” “we literally just saw eachother 5 minutes ago can I please go to bed”
- likes pressing your foreheads together, he finds it sweet
- jealous of thor? Absolutely. Pls comfort him and tell him you’d never leave him for thor
- he’s so used to just not being as good as him, he wants to be good enough for you
- deep down there’s just so many insecurities he has
- so it causes him to worry like all the time
- having a reassuring and patient s/o is so good for him ^^
- flirting becomes a thing in your relationship
- it makes him feel more confident pls give him this
- protective, he feels like he has to be tbh because he never gets anything good in his life and if he does he loses it, he’s scared to lose you too
- if for some reason he can’t see you he makes an illusion of you to talk to
- when he fake dies you’re the first he goes to see so you don’t think he’s dead, he loves you he wouldn’t want to do that to you =(
- finally
- gonna be honest bucky with a crush is cute
- first of all he smiles at you a lot, Steve is the first to notice how much he smiles around you, it’s the most he smiles like ever
- just has a lot of nice conversations with you about anything and everything
- also whenever you’re around even if other people are around you he’s just like “hey y/n :)”
- heart eyes for you, just can’t help but stare all the time
- he has a staring problem but with you? Yeah 10x over
- Sam always has something to say abt it also
- his idea of flirting with you is really just saying hi to you, just being overly friendly which is noticeable for a guy like Bucky
- eventually would ask you out, he tries to ease into it but he gets a bit impatient
- he was also nervous asking you out but yk
- when dating him he becomes very protective
- one of the most protective bitches on the list tbh
- he gets nightmares about you dying like all the time it breaks him everytime though
- lots of cuddles, whether it be from a rough day, he’s just tired, or had a nightmare
- he likes his hair being brushed by you and played with, even when he cuts it
- he’s scared of killing you and turning into the winter soldier again
- has dreams about when he’s hurt and fought you as the winter soldier, he keeps thinking about if Steve wasn’t there to help, he really could’ve killed you and that terrifies him
- even when you tell him it wasn’t him, he appreciates it but still feels horrible about it
- touch that metal arm, but like gently Yknow . Nobody’s ever touched that arm with such kindness and it makes him soft and feel lucky
- speaking of soft Bucky is very soft, there’s many soft moments with Bucky and vulnerability
- it’s easy to be vulnerable with you but not others
- lots of handholding
- he loves hugging you for long periods of time
- still has a staring problem but now Sam openly makes fun of him
- just big dumb smile on his face as he looks at you
- especially when you’re dealing with kids, seeing you be around them makes his heart warm
- maybe he does wanna be normal, settle down and have kids
- though the thought scares him it is something he desires
- we all know he calls you doll
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Traces of Two Pasts: Episode Tifa - pgs 40-52
Disclaimer: Also, I started this for fun so that my friends who don't have access can read it. I'm just another fan like you. With that said, I do try to be as faithful to the original source material as possible, and for those of you who can read Japanese, please support the author by buying his book.
Not everyone agreed with Chief Zonder's decision. The elderly—a major force in the village—began to make noise. They seemed to take a liking to Zangan's longevity exercises, and regretted not being able to memorize what was taught to them. They wanted someone to check if their poses were correct, and wished to learn the remaining exercises he was supposed to have taught them.
The village chief paid a visit at dinnertime.
"Hey, Tifa..." he said with a sullen expression. "Will you teach the old folks how to do Zangan's exercises properly?"
"Why Tifa?" her father asked. She just knew he would ask.
"Because Zangan named her. Told me that if we ever needed someone to mentor us, Tifa would be qualified. Said that she had the most controlled form* out of everyone who gathered there that day.
Kata, which means “form” in Japanese, is the term used to describe specific sequences of motion that are used to practice technique and execution in martial arts
It pleased her knowing that someone spoke of her like that when not in her presence, but it also caused her to be slightly embarrassed.
"Zonder, don't get my family involved."
"Aw, c'mon! I'm already in big trouble as it is. The old folks just won't let it go!"
"Hmph!" Brian Lockhart snorted. He enjoyed seeing the village chief squirm. She couldn't tell whether or not they actually got along with each other.
"Tifa, what do you think?"
"I'd just be teaching the elderly people those exercises, right? If that's all there is, then I'd like to try."
"Tifa..." her father began, but he swallowed back his complaint. He knew that it wasn't good for her to have too much time on her hands. "Well, if you're gonna do it, then do it right."
While preparing breakfast, Tifa heard a knock at the door, and opened to a woman’s face she barely recognized. It was an elderly woman called "Mon Amie" who was an aunt of sorts to Chief Zonder. Her hair was pulled back into a bun so tight that it looked like her eyes were being pulled straight up!
"Good morning to you. It's been a long time, Tifa. I heard that Zonder told you all about it. How about 2 gil per hour?"
"Sorry?" She had not heard about any renumeration.
"Well, you are thirteen now. Not a little girl anymore, so that doesn't cut it for you, eh? Alright then, how about 4 gil?"
"No, I don't want any money."
"That won't do. We are taking this very seriously, and you will be properly paid for your work."
No matter how much Zangan trusted her, would she really be up to the task? But, being able to earn her own money sounded very appealing, as if a whole new world had opened up to her.
Mon Amie took Tifa's silence as her wanting to bargain for higher wages.
"6 gil."
"Alright. 6 gil it is then."
"Brian never did leave the village. He wanted to keep Thea all to himself." Mon Amie suddenly brought up her parents during their exercise routine at the public square.
"Really?" said Tifa, adjusting Mon Amie's arm posture. She needed to get her to straighten her back and push out her chest a bit more for the desired result.
"She was quite the popular one, that child."
It wasn’t very pleasant hearing her mother being called "that child", yet Tifa encouraged her. Listening to the elderly tell old stories was a part of her job. The responsibility she felt from receiving wages tempered her patience.
"You should leave the village," said Mon Amie suddenly. "Doesn't it sound like fun going around to different places with Master Zangan?"
"It sure does."
"Alright, you don't have to play along with me. No need for you to learn things like that. Just think about it carefully, okay? Something needs to change for women here in Nibelheim."
Tifa silently nodded as she propped up Mon Amie's arm.
"There weren't any women around in my day who held this kind of thinking. But that Strife girl”—she was speaking of Cloud's mother—"tried to leave. Not sure if it's because she hated it here, or if she dreamed of going to the big city."
Mon Amie abruptly altered her pose, ruining her base form.
"To the traditional Nibelheim women, she seemed pretty unconventional. We all refused to accept her ways, but secretly felt the same. Even though we scolded her, deep down inside we were cheering her on. We even felt jealous of her for carving out her own path. Perhaps she changed something in us, little by little.”
Tifa lifted up Mon Amie's knee. "Up high like this. Thank you."
She supported Mon Amie as the woman’s body rocked back and forth.
"But Claudia remained in the village, didn't she?" said Tifa.
"Well, that’s because she fell in love. You see, a man traveled here. Claudia was helping out at the inn at the time. She must have been taken in by the outside air he brought with him. And he was a pretty fellow. I’m sure you see it when you look at Cloud. That boy got the best of both his parents!”
“Right…”
“But, just like the wind, he just couldn’t keep still. Not sure if Cloud learned how to walk yet, but around that time he told her he would go to the mountains, but never came back. They found his belongings though. His body probably got eaten by monsters. You were lucky you didn’t meet the same fate.”
Tifa braced herself. Was she going to bring up that incident?
“Cloud egging you on to climb Mt. Nibel… Maybe that was in his blood.”
Mon Amie’s body began to sway. Tifa had stopped holding onto her causing her to lose her balance. She couldn’t regain her footing in time, and fell flat down on her backside.
“Alright then," said Tifa. "Now let’s use the opposite leg. Please lift up your knee.”
Tifa held out a helping hand to her, but Mon Amie refused and got up on her own.
“Quite strict for a pretty face.”
“That’s because I get paid 6 gil to be.”
Before long, she became more attentive. She noticed Mon Amie lifting up her other knee, but it was at the wrong height again. While Tifa helped her to adjust, Mon Amie said, “You really don’t remember anything? You know, about that accident you got into?”
She was eight years old when she got into that accident on Mt. Nibel. Cloud was with her. The villagers chose to believe the story based on Emilio and the others’ testimonies, and nothing else could be said about it. Tifa really couldn't remember what happened.
"No, unfortunately not..."
Whether the elderly came to her for exercising or just to chat, it was tougher than she had imagined. Her father laughed at her and said he wouldn't have anything to do with them, even for 100 gil.
They never listened and were set in their ways, even the ones who kept away and smiled modestly at her. They just had a different view on things, and sulked if nobody paid them attention.
The topics they discussed also surprised Tifa, and sometimes hurt her too. She disliked whenever they brought up how her body looked so grown. There would be someone who sensed her discomfort or resentment, and would try to change the subject, but then it would turn into whom she should be with and things of that nature.
So, all things considered, Tifa preferred hearing them going on about herself rather than her father’s failed romances, or whom her mother used to hang out with before she got married to him. To the elderly townsfolk, her father and others his age were still “the village youth”.
After her day finished and she was about to go to sleep, she thought to herself that maybe there would be a time when she would be the one telling someone else about what happened today, or about some news she heard from another person. Telling the same stories over and over again, everyday just like the next, until she, herself, became just a relic of an era in village history.
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“They confused me at first, but I got used to being around them, and then it wasn’t so bad anymore. That feeling of wanting someone to talk to—Everyone has that,” explained Tifa.
“So that’s where you learned to entertain guests? From spending your time talking to old folks?” asked Barret.
“Possibly. Maybe that did me good. More and more of the elderly signed up, and they started calling their morning gatherings the ‘Calisthenics Club’.”
“It’s like that at Seventh Heaven too,” said Barret with some intensity.
Aerith urged him to talk.
“It used to be just a small shop owned by this one gramps, but when Tifa started working there, the business picked up. Men crowded the place. Know what I mean, Red?”
“What I’m more interested in is what happened to Zangan afterward? I can sort of imagine based on your fighting style, Tifa...” said Red XIII.
“You’re right. There was a little more that happened before I got to where I'm at.”
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A month passed after the start of the Calisthenics Club. All morning Tifa would teach the exercises and set aside time for her reading and arithmetic. The afternoon she'd go to the mountains and work hard towards building up her strength and stamina, and then would return home before sunset so her father wouldn’t worry. At night she would examine Zangan's writings and practice her form, reviewing the materials over and over again so as to not overlook anything.
One day, she received a letter from Emilio. He wrote about the fast-paced lifestyle in the big city, and told her about everything he found perplexing: arguments he had had with people, things he ate, the social inequality, and their differences in moral values.
“But whenever I get discouraged, it’s you I think about, Tifa, and then I imagine that day when I’ll come and get you. I'll write to you sometimes and teach you about the city, so you won't be so confused when that time comes.”
Who do you think you are? That's how she honestly felt reading the letter.
Zangan appeared, acting as if nothing had happened. He knocked on the door just in time to greet her father and asked for his permission to call Tifa out, and then led her to the river where they first met.
“Master Zangan, please let me be your student. I want to be stronger.”
“That’s exactly the answer I was looking for, but what’s the matter, Tifa? I sense your impatience. Why are you in such a hurry?”
“That’s not it!” she replied, but felt self-conscious. “No… It’s because I got that letter from my friend.”
“What kind of letter?”
“I think it’s because I don’t want to lose. I don’t want to lose to anyone who left the village.”
“Hmm. My hand-to-hand combat techniques are not meant to be used to make you feel superior to others.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t. But the answer to that can only be found through diligent study. All right. I will acknowledge you if you pass my test.”
“Test?”
“Show me everything you’ve learned from Volume 1. You’ve been practicing, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
Tifa performed a sequence of forms from the physical training method.
“One more time, from the beginning.”
“Okay.”
This time Zangan interrupted with instructions.
"Check the book to see the direction your palms should be facing."
Tifa crouched down over the book and flipped through the pages. The form was wrong from the very start. Should have been above not below.
“I was wrong.”
“Try again.”
When she extended both hands and slightly shifted the direction of her palms, she felt a different set of muscles tingling.
“Everything from the Book of Secrets must be obeyed. Don’t try to interpret it another way or decide that your way is better. While disciplining your body, you must learn to be faithful to your decisions. If I take you in as my student, you will become stronger. So, you must cultivate your mind to control that power. The greater and stronger the power to handle, the greater the responsibility of its owner. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
The second time around, Zangan pointed out any minor mistakes she made. Each time she would have to go back and confirm with the Book of Secrets before advancing, which made things take twice as long. Fatigue built up in her arms and legs.
“Alright, now relax and close your eyes. Focus your attention and check the condition of your body. Does it hurt anywhere?”
“My upper back… I wouldn’t say it hurts but it feels like it’s burning...”
She slipped her right hand underneath her left armpit until it touched the lower part of her shoulder blade. Digging her fingers into it felt good.
“Hmph!” Zangan gave a satisfying nod. “That’s your shoulder blade. What you’re pressing into is the trapezius muscle. Surrounding it is your deltoid, infraspinatus, psoas minor and other muscles. The second volume will teach you how to train each one of those muscles on your back,” he said, while holding out a booklet to her. It was Volume 2.
“If you want to live your life with pride then pay close attention to your back. Squeeze your shoulder blades together, chest out. Walking through life with a beautiful posture is also part of your training.”
“Got it.”
“Let’s get started. Well then, onto Volume 2, No. 2-1-1, scapular push-ups.”
Zangan immediately prostrated himself on the ground, and lowered his chest. Tifa hastened to follow his example.
“All you're doing is supporting your whole body with your arms. Concentrate on your shoulder blades. Rotate them outwards—protract, retract, protract.”
It was her first time experiencing those movements. How was she supposed to move to protract her shoulder blades? She couldn’t picture it in her mind. Glancing over at Zangan she noticed he was rotating his shoulders outward, something her cat, Maru, often did.
“You look like a cat,” she said.
“Right. There’s a lot we can learn from cats.”
She focused her attention on her scapula, going up and down, until the repetition of movements were drilled into her body. Zangan rose and watched over Tifa for some time before clearing his throat.
“Good!”
The movements were subtle but still made her perspire.
“That’s because the muscles across your back are wider. Moving them increases the blood flow and raises your temperature, so that’s why you’re working up a sweat.”
After completing Volume 2, Tifa was sweating profusely. She felt unthinkable pain throughout her whole back.
“Alright, any questions? If you do, now’s your chance.”
She wanted to say, yes, but nothing came to mind at the moment.
“If not, then we’ll move onto Volume 3.”
“Huh?” she couldn’t help but shout. Her whole body was screaming in pain. Zangan ignored her and continued.
“Volume 3 is for chest and abs. We’re going to train your front body. The pectoralis major muscle is roughly divided into three parts: upper, middle and lower. There are several different ways to effectively train it, but I’ll teach you the basic concepts.”
“Alright…”
“At your age, your overall motor skills are complete, and in that regard, you excel. You haven’t had any special training, have you? If so, then you must have been born with this. Treasure it.”
“I will.”
She felt energy pour into her body. Perhaps listening to Zangan talk with a relaxed mind helped her to recover from fatigue.
“After a while, we’ll concentrate on building your muscles. But you will not be using any equipment except your body. We won’t be using barbells or dumbbells until you’re much older. Besides, our Zangan-ryu hardly finds them necessary. That is because I prescribe individual fighting styles that suit each of my students. You don’t need arms built like logs or a bulky chest. What you need is to build up a fighting style that will utilize those reflexes, that body, and your speed. Well, what do you want to do? Shall we call it a day?”
“No. Please go on.”
She didn’t want to disappoint the first person who had managed to earn her respect.
“Yes, that’s the spirit! Alright. But we’ll stop here for today. Let’s call this current level of fatigue your limit. Keep it in mind. You have a long way before you can try to challenge that limit to surpass it. Continuity is more important now than ever.”
On their way back, a realization came over Tifa regarding Zangan’s test. It didn't annoy her. If her father tried to make her work like that she’d probably stop talking to him for three days in a row. With those thoughts in mind, she walked her teacher back to the inn.
“Say hello to your father for me.”
As she stood in front of her house she could smell the scent of spices in the air. Spices that her mother liked to use in her best recipe. It was her father’s favorite dish, but since Tifa didn’t really like it, it was hardly ever served at the dining table.
She opened the door and said, “I’m home.”
“Welcome back.” Her father, dressed in an apron, peeked out at her from the kitchen.
“This smell… Huh? Is it mom’s?”
“I was really craving it... Oh, but I made something else for you.”
She was filled with remorse. She didn’t like the way he looked or the tone of voice he used when trying to gauge her mood, but it was all her fault for making it that way.
Novel by Kazushige Nojima
Translated by pekotranslates
Proofread by Eerie
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I wonder if some of siblings with twins, triplets, and others get along well. We know the monster triplet seems close to each other, decuplets get along well, just some silly siblings fights, sometimes, Smoothie with Citron and Cinnamon, they just argue when she used her devil fruit power on their subordinates to take the energy to her attacks, Chiffon still loves Lola even after leaving the family. But I wonder how is Cracker with Custard and Angel, Brulee with Broye, and Opera in his group of quintuplets.
Thank you for this ask, anon, that one was super fun to figure out! 💕 We decided to go through all the twin/triplet/etc. groups in the Charlotte family and describe their relations quickly. Naturally, then ❗long post ahead❗
Enjoy! ✨
Group 1: Katakuri/Daifuku/Oven
This three get along great and are indeed, very close to each other. Despite their personality differences, they spent a lot of time together already in childhood and even now they make sure that they find moments to cherish in each other's presence often. Katakuri feels more comfortable around these two than around most, especially since they both know his secret and never judged him for his mouth. Oven and Daifuku find him amazing, sure, but they also still treat him as their brother, not an unattainable ideal, and that allows Katakuri to somewhat relax.
Group 2: Mondee/Amande/Hachee/Effilee
Although Mondee is unstoppable in her efforts to bring these four closer together, being a bit jealous of some other twin/triplet/quadruplet sets, Amande, Hachee, and Effilee are all individualists and quite distinct personalities. Therefore, they might have a bit of a soft spot for each other, but these quadruplets only properly hang out once every three months or so; always from Mondee's initiative.
Group 3: Opera/Counter/Cadenza/Cabaletta/Gala
This group definitely likes to hang out together! They aren't super close and they don't know a lot about each other's personal problems or private life, but they do enjoy regular activities that they can do together: like brawl fights or going out for a few drinks. However, Opera is always a bit out of place in the group. Since he doesn't so much enjoy the same things the others like, they sometimes don't even bother inviting him, and they might be kind of jealous that out of all of them, he was the one who received a Devil Fruit. Gala always brings attention to it, trying not to exclude Opera, but sometimes, unfortunately, he still gets left out.
Group 4: Cracker/Custard/Angel
In their childhood, Custard and Angel got along well, but Cracker was always annoyed by the two and their constant attempts to play with his hair, put flower crowns on him, and more of that girly shit he loathed. Now, Angel changed quite a bit, toughened up, and became known as a kind of feral gal, who loves her triplets, but might sometimes scare/disgust while trying to make them tougher. In effect, Custard and Cracker grew ever so slightly closer. It helps that the girls stopped trying to girlify him, too.
Group 5: Brulee/Broye
Personality-wise, these two are polar opposites. Generally, Broye pities Brulee for not having found a husband yet, as well as for how her lifestyle usually looks like: rather than cooking and gardening she prefers partying and flirting, rather than living in an unpretentious hut, she prefers glamour. Brulee, on the other hand, is always nice to Broye and likes her, however, their relationship grew a bit awkward ever since Broye caught her staring at a wedding dress and bought her one, claiming that 'she's never going to get married anyway, so she may as well just wear it now'. Brulee knows that her twin meant well and thus wears the dress to this day (was it just us or did Brulee's first dress really look like a wedding dress); still she can't help but feel slightly hurt.
Group 6: Nusstorte/Basskarte/Dosmarche
These three see each other mostly as rivals, plain and simple. Basskarte is especially salty that the other two received Minister positions while he didn't, but even between Nusstorte and Dosmarche you can expect only constant attempts to one the other up rather than any sibling closeness.
Group 7: Moscato/Mash/Cornstarch
Moscato and Cornstarch adore each other! They're both idealists and wholesome people, so they can talk with each other for hours and feel very comfortable with each other's presence. Now, Mash is slightly excluded from this: they still like her and are always nice to her, but don't hang out with her half as often. She doesn't mind, though; she prefers Broye to those softies anyway.
Group 8: Compo/Laurin
Compo is very protective of Laurin. Despite only being minutes older than him and despite his short height, he always makes sure no one makes fun of his twin, and has a sixth sense for when the latter is uncomfortable. In return, Laurin is very grateful, and if he could ever return all the favors, he would.
Group 9: Mozart/Marnier
These two are your like, most typical ✨twinsies✨ sisters. They like to wear matching outfits sometimes, they gossip with each other lots, and generally they get along great; although, unlike some other twins on this list, they do have their own, separate lives.
Group 10: High Fat/Tablet
High Fat and Tablet probably have the worst relationship from all the siblings on this list. Even more opposite than Brulee and Broye, they disliked each other since early childhood, when Tablet relentlessly picked on High Fat, and the latter interpreted what Tablet thought was merely playful as outright cruel. As a result of their different perception on things, their antipathy only grew, and they prefer not to talk these days if it can be avoided.
Group 11: Smoothie/Citron/Cinnamon
Smoothie, Citron, and Cinnamon are each other's favorite people, full stop. They all have similar views on life, know each other's secrets, and they love their dynamic; in this dynamic, Smoothie normally takes on a role of the leader, with Cinnamon and Citron often looking for her approval and even mimicking her sometimes, but all this happens without them ever feeling consciously like there is any clear hierarchy.
Group 12: Saint-Marc/Basans
In their childhood, Saint-Marc and Basans were often confused due to their similar facial features. This experience left them bitter, so now, despite not hating each other, they both really try to stand out from the other. For Saint-Marc, the armor was a method; Basans went so far as to wear fake horns, being quite happy whenever it was assumed that Melise was his real sister.
Group 13: Galette/Poire
Poire likes Galette, even with the latter's anxiety and all. Galette, in return, is always kind to Poire, however, she cannot help but be overly stressed out by her sister's often dangerous ways of life. While Mont d'Or is a calming presence for Galette, Poire heightens her worries, so she'd rather hang out with the older brother, all things considered.
Group 14: Snack/Bavarois
Similarly to the first set of quintuplets, Snack and Bavarois like to share fast food or a few drinks, but don't necessarily tell each other much about their life, or their hopes and fears. Their hang out sessions are a bit rarer than for the quintuplets, though, even if they became more frequent when Snack lost his Sweet Commander post.
Group 15: Prim/Praline
Prim always looked at Praline from above, being both smarter and stronger than her. Still, their relations were somewhat amicable until Praline's betrayal. They used to enjoy at least shopping for clothes together, but now, Prim is pissed that Praline left, without telling her, taking with her a large portion of Totto's underwater population, and leaving her behind for Mama to take out her rage on her. If they meet again, Prim will not hold back and will definitely attack Praline just like the rest of her family, if not even more viciously.
Group 16: Kanten/Kato/Montb
Those three are completely neutral in their relations. They have distinct goals in life and personalities, and don't really think of each other as 'their kind of person' but can definitely have a friendly small talk when they meet; which happens rather rarely, considering they don't really seek these meetings out.
Group 17: Chiffon/Lola
As we all know, Chiffon and Lola love each other lots! Chiffon was always very protective of her younger sister and supported her fully in pursuing her dreams; little Lola, on the other hand, would beat up anyone who even looked at her twin wrongly. Since Lola left, they missed each other plenty, but Chiffon never blamed her for leaving and was just very happy to be reunited with her eventually.
Group 18: Mobile/Marble/Myukuru/Maple
These quadruplets get along in pairs. Mobile and Maple like each other lots and hang out with each other plenty, and so do Marble and Myukuru; however, between these two groups, there's little care and more of a neutral outlook.
Group 19: Mascarpone/Joscarpone
Mascarpone and Joscarpone are essentially inseparable. They know everything each other, finish each other's sentences, share literally everything (including clothes), and could be easily confused if not for their different gender. If you tried to keep them apart even for a few days, they'd probably be very uncomfortable and feel lonelier than ever.
Group 20: Newichi/Newji/Newsan/Newshi/Newgo/Nutmeg/Akimeg/Allmeg/Harumeg/Fuyumeg
The decuplets generally all tolerate each other, but hate to be confused. Overall, the boys get along, and so do the girls, but they don't mingle beyond these groups so much, with the exception of Newshi and Harumeg, who are best friends. There is just quite a bit of rivalry between the boys and the girls; they can cooperate great in fives, but as a whole 10-person group they might struggle to communicate all that well.
Group 21: Dolce/Dragee
Basically Mascarpone and Joscarpone on steroids. These two literally speak in unison at times, have their own secret communication system, sometimes switch their clothes which makes everyone confuse them, and get completely miserable and shy whenever separated. We'll see if they grow out of it ever or not!
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DAD TVXQ A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Jung Yunho
A ⇴ AFFECTION
More than anything else, Yunho was protective of you and your bump, he always at least kept one of his arms around you so that he could move you easily out of the way of something, or simply to pull you tightly into his chest too.
B ⇴ BUMP
He was conscious and on the ball all the time so that you were well looked after. When he noticed something that would be a problem for you, he would race ahead and fix it before you encountered, often moving furniture around the studio or in a café so that you could move around without knocking your bump into anything.
C ⇴ CRAVINGS
Although Yunho understood that you suffered with cravings a lot whilst you were pregnant, he would still try and encourage you to be healthy where you could when craving. The diet conscious part of him would never really go away, researching the most nutritious foods that satisfied cravings that he could give to you a lot too.
D ⇴ DUE DATE
Yunho was incredibly organised so that there was very little for either of you to worry about in the build up to your due date, with your baby bag packed weeks in advance. However, despite having no need to worry, it still didn’t stop Yunho from stressing out every now and then as he only ever accepted perfection from himself, often wondering if there was something small that he could still do to help you out.
E ⇴ EMOTIONS
He was passionate about most things in his life, but Yunho was especially invested in becoming a dad. He had been wrapped up in his career for so long he couldn’t wait to start thinking about settling down and hopefully have a child who would want to follow in his footsteps, someone who he could pass all of his knowledge and many words of wisdom down to and hopefully go into performing too.
F ⇴ FAMILY
With your schedules usually so busy, your pregnancy gave the two of you the perfect opportunity to spend more time with your families again. In the nine months that you were pregnant, you’d probably seen them as much as you’d seen them across the past nine years, with them always being around to help you, and using your pregnancy as the perfect chance to get to see the two of you more often as well.
G ⇴ GENDER
Yunho gave the decision up to you, he didn’t mind whether you found out straight away, or waited until your baby arrived. He was far too excited to worry about whether you were going to have a boy or a girl, regardless he knew that he would love them and nurture them, doing everything that he possibly could for them too.
H ⇴ HEARTBEAT
Being able to listen to the beat of your baby’s heart was always overwhelming for Yunho, often the moment when it would really sink in for him that the two of you were having a baby. Even though the thuds were gentle, they were always enough to hit him in the heart and encourage his jaw to drop down to the floor.
I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”
Whenever he can, Yunho tells you that he loves you, he doesn’t feel like he can tell you enough. With the incredible job that your body is doing in growing a human, he goes above and beyond to make sure that you feel loved by him, especially when you’re having a bit of a tougher day in your pregnancy.
J ⇴ JEALOUSY
Yunho had far too much pride to ever let anyone make him jealous, he would only ever smile through comments being made from other people. Even if someone was getting underneath his skin, he would only vent his frustration about it once that person had gone away, usually to you. There was no chance he would ever snap at someone and risk embarrassing himself, preferring to be the bigger person.
K ⇴ KICKS
Whenever he has the time to hold your bump and feel for a kick, Yunho will do so. If he’s had a long day away from you especially, he will keep his arms around your bump, following you around the house as you complete your chores too in the hope of making up for all the kicks that he missed throughout the day.
L ⇴ LABOUR
Ahead of your labour, Yunho did plenty of research on techniques that he could use to help you and comfort you. The most important thing for you whilst you were in labour was the sound of his voice to be able to distract yourself and make sure that he was still there. Throughout, Yunho was often on hand with sayings and nuggets of wisdom to try and keep you positive and stop you from worrying about things.
M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS
Yunho always has a hairband around his wrist so that he can tie your hair back straight away and move it out of your face. He knows that you hate nothing more than getting sick in your hair, and so he’ll be straight there to fix the problem and give you one less thing to worry about too whilst you’re beside the toilet bowl.
N ⇴ NURSERY
He couldn’t wait to show you how strong he was in putting together your nursery, Yunho didn’t want help from anyone else, he just wanted to be able to prove to you how good of a handyman he was when it came to decorating.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
Yunho was obsessed with your body, pregnancy was something that intrigued him a lot, he found it incredibly interesting seeing how your body changed, as well as how your baby grew inside of your bump as well.
P ⇴ POST BIRTH
The only thing Yunho wanted for you to focus on after you gave birth was being bum, everything else he wanted to carry on his shoulders. He refused to let you do hardly anything, despite your protests that you were feeling alright, Yunho wasn’t willing to run the risk at all of you doing too much too soon after labour.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
He was a massive deep thinker and so he loved to ask you how you saw your future as a family of three going. He would sit and listen closely, and once you were done; he would always share how he felt on the matter too.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
Your baby’s nursery was a big deal to Yunho, he wanted to create a sentimental space for the two of you to enjoy as well, and so he organised for several items that belonged to the two of you when you were kids to be sent to you by your parents so that your baby could end up enjoying them as well as they grew.
S ⇴ SCANS
A copy of your scan photo was always kept in Yunho’s pocket as he loved to have it on him at all times. Whenever he was getting frustrated, or missing you, all he had to do was reach into his back pocket and the smile would reappear on his face just at the sight of your baby, reminding himself to keep positive always.
T ⇴ TEST
The two of you had planned to start your family, feeling that you were at a good point in your lives to settle down, and so seeing the positive mark on the test was a huge relief for you both to see that it was happening.
U ⇴ ULTRASOUND
Yunho was always stressed around your appointments, making usre that the two of you were organised and there with plenty of time to spare.
V ⇴ VISITS
He couldn’t wait to see your families and introduce them to your baby, you both knew just how excited they were to meet your baby, inviting them round almost as soon as you got home to keep them from waiting any longer.
W ⇴ WAITING
Although Yunho was excited for your baby to arrive, he was very patient too, he loved pregnancy, and seeing how great of a journey it was too.
X ⇴ XXXX
Whenever he was around you and hugging you, Yunho would kiss you too. He often felt bad that his hugs focused particularly on your bump and so he’d make up for that by reserving his kisses as something solely for you.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were his inspiration, Yunho was in complete awe of how amazing you were whilst pregnant.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
He would sleep always with a hold of your hand so that you could wake him up as soon as you felt something wrong. He hated knowing that you were awake alone, so as soon as you stirred, he would stir with you.
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need a pick me up? (2x16....technically)
When she talked Celia down from sending a chauffeur earlier that morning, Nancy had considered it a small victory.
Allowing herself another 20 minutes to be Nancy Drew before she had to wrap herself in armor and spend the night as Nancy Hudson. But despite her best efforts, the dread and guilt she’d been dealing with since the incident at the paper mill had only gotten worse as the day went on.
And now that she’d finally gotten to the point where she couldn’t avoid leaving any longer, her thoughts had gotten so scrambled that she was starting to wonder if she should just call her grandmother back to say she’d reconsidered.
She called out one last goodbye to Carson as the front door closed, struggling to pull her phone out of the criminally small clutch she hadn’t used since freshman formal without dropping the coat she really regretted not putting on before she stepped out into the November evening.
All the while she was still trying - and failing (again) - to figure out the best way to tell a billionaire patriarch with a tendency of permanently removing any slight obstacle that she was his secret out-of-wedlock townie granddaughter. She was so caught up that the low whistle from her driveway nearly caused her to drop the clutch altogether.
Her head snapped up to see Ace, silhouetted against the sunset as he leaned against Florence. “Tom was right - that really is some dress.” he remarked as she approached him. She ignored the way his eyes looked her up and down too many times to just be appreciating the dress, and hoped he was ignoring the way the flush on her cheeks grew every time.
(They were ignoring more and more around each other lately. She was trying to ignore how that made her feel.)
“Thanks,” she held out the clutch to him and he took it without question, freeing her hands so she could pull on her coat. “but what are you-”
“Carson called me.” he answered before she could finish asking, his attention flicking to a point behind her with a smile and a wave. Nancy turned to see Carson waving back from a side window. “Said he thought you could use a lift.”
She turned back towards him, tamping down a sudden rush of fondness for both men until she could manage an amused smirk. “Sometimes it’s weird how close you two are.”
His response was an unbothered shrug and a grin as he passed the clutch back to her. “You’re just jealous that he gave me first dibs last pizza night.”
“How could I be?” She shot back with a roll of her eyes. “You went right for the pineapple.”
“Hey, don’t knock pineapple on pizza - it’s a work of underrated genius.”
That seems to be a theme with you, she thought, pausing for moment to consider if calling your best friend a genius while he smiled warmly at you in the dying sunlight that turned the edges of his hair gold was toeing a line. “Whatever you say.” she said instead, shaking her head and walking around Florence to open the passenger door with a sigh. “Now let’s get this over with.”
The smile dropped off Ace’s face at the reminder of why he was there. “Yeah, let’s go.” They climbed in and after coaxing Florence into a squeaking start, they were off.
Most of the drive to the yacht club passed in a comfortable silence - just the quiet hum of whatever 70’s rock station the radio was tuned to and the sporadic popping of Florence’s exhaust. If Nancy closed her eyes, she could almost imagine they were headed to the Claw for a late shift, or Nick’s for movie night, instead of straight into the metaphorical lion’s den. (Maybe even literal - at this point there wasn’t much she’d put past Celia).
There was something bothering Ace though, she could tell. The closer they got to the club, the tighter he gripped the wheel, clenching his jaw like he was trying to hold back whatever words were running through his head. They pulled into the long semi-circle driveway, the lights decorating the entrance of the club shining in front of them and the valet eyeing them with confusion from his podium. Ace cut the engine but didn’t move otherwise, and so Nancy didn’t either. She could wait him out - after all, it was far better than the alternative.
A beat passed, then another, and then: “I just want to say I’m sorry.” That threw her for a loop - what did he have to apologize for? “For what I said yesterday.”
She could feel her eyebrows furrowing as she ran through the conversation she knew he meant - their brief talk in the kitchen before the intergalactic crisis overrode their local one. “No, you were just being honest.” she replied. “This,” she raised her gaze towards the twinkling lights, feeling the pit of dread in her stomach more than ever, “could change everything. And even with Swift-approved armor, I’m afraid of what happens to Nancy Drew once Nancy Hudson is out in the open.” her voice sounded small; vulnerable; honest in a way she wasn’t sure she could be with anyone but him.
“I’m not.” his jaw was set; his face determined when she looked over at him. “I don’t know what’s going to happen in there, and I don’t know what they’re going to ask of Nancy Hudson, but I was wrong when I said this would be the end of Nancy Drew.” he turned to meet her eyes, his own imploring. “Nancy Drew is smart, and caring, and sarcastic, and determined, and self-sacrificing to an almost dangerous degree, but she’s good.”
The back of Nancy’s neck felt hot; the car suddenly felt a thousand times too small. She wanted to wrench open the door and run, but she couldn’t make herself look away from his eyes; she was almost afraid to blink and end whatever this moment was. “You’re good Nancy. You’re a good daughter and a great detective, and you’re a really, really good friend. You’re one of the best people I know, and no Hudson blood or last name is going to change that.”
There was a pause as he opened his mouth like he was going to say more, but then he closed it and dropped his head, avoiding her gaze as he fiddled with Florence’s gearshift. “Anyway, I know you’ve been dealing with a lot, and I know I’ve been acting like part of the problem, but I just want you to know that if you ever get confused about who you are, I’ll be here to remind you.”
There were a thousand thoughts running through her head, trying to line themselves up in way that she could make enough sense of to put them into words. How what he’d said had almost made her forget what she was about to walk into. How she didn’t think he could be a problem for her if he tried. How similar this felt to another conversation, maybe just over a month ago, when he’d been there to offer her understanding and someone to come to when things got hard.
She hadn’t had the words then - she wasn’t sure if she would ever find them - but somehow hearing that he still wanted to be there for her after all they’d gone through made her feel like she could face down a hundred Everett Hudsons. But she didn’t say any of that.
Instead, she reached out and covered the hand he was still resting on the gearshift with her own, waiting until his eyes met hers again. “Thank you.” she said softly, giving him what felt like her first genuine smile of the day. “That really means a lot to me Ace.” It wasn’t much; it wasn’t even close to everything she wanted to say to him, but it was all she could manage for now, and she thought he’d understand that. Hoped he would. He seemed to understand her better than she did herself, most days.
“‘Course.” he replied with a grin, and she felt a little bit of the weight on her shoulders fall away. His eyes dropped down to her hand covering his before meeting hers again. “Nancy -”
But whatever he was going to say was interrupted by a loud knocking on the driver’s side window, causing them both to jump and look to see an anxious valet staring down at them. “Um, excuse me sir,” he began once the window had been rolled down, “but if you aren���t going to use the valet services I’m going to have to ask you to pull forward to the main parking lot. The other guests will be arriving soon and they can get…unhappy if we’re not able to help them quickly.”
“Right, yeah, sorry.” Ace shot the teen an apologetic smile. “One more second and we’ll be out of your way.” Seemingly satisfied, the valet turned and started to make his way back to his podium, casting worried looks over his shoulder at them the whole time. “Guess that’s your cue.” Ace continued, turning back towards Nancy with a resigned expression she was pretty sure matched her own.
“Yeah, guess so.” she turned her attention to the doors of the club as an employee around the valet’s age pulled them open and let the light from inside spill out. She wondered if Celia was in there, looking for her. She wondered what she might have already told her husband; wondered just what she was going to find once she crossed that threshold; what risk she was putting herself in; exactly how far she’d be able to push her luck.
Ace’s “hey” pulled her back into the car. “You’ll call if anything happens? I’ll get the whole crew here for backup.”
She noticed he didn’t ask her to wait for them - they both knew she probably wouldn’t. “I’m not sure Florence could handle a full cabin in such a rush.”
“Hey, Florence is tougher than she looks, and you didn’t answer the question.”
“Of course I’ll call.” she gave his hand a quick squeeze before releasing it and grabbing the clutch instead so she could be ready to go (and not so she could avoid seeing his reaction). The passenger door opened with a high-pitched squeak, and Nancy stepped out into the cool night air. “And Ace?” she turned back to him before closing the door, lingering in her one final moment of only having to be Nancy Drew. “Thanks for the lift.”
He looked up at her with one last grin. “Anytime.” And then the door was closed and Florence was roaring to life and rumbling down the driveway. Nancy stood watching until she couldn’t see the tail lights anymore, then squared her shoulders with a sigh and started up the path to the club entrance. Time for the world to meet Nancy Hudson.
#ndff#ANYWAY#this is so far in left field from where the episode went (THAT EPISODE THOUGH!?) i can't justify putting it in the main tag aklsdfj#but i wrote (most of) it before the ep aired and hey maybe i still wanted a nice little - tame by comparison EH? - moment for them#and honestly at this point y'all should be used to indulging me#nd#longpost
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Under the Mistletoe with the Akatsuki // Part Eight // Kakuzu
What is with this group and wasting their free time doing such inane and pointless things? The old guy can think of at least 50 other activities (the majority of which involve making money) that everyone could be doing, rather than lining up to kiss each under a little green plant. When it’s his turn in the spotlight, he tries as hard as he can to back out of his “obligation” ... but Pein (and Kakuzu’s own persistent partner, Hidan) insist that Kakuzu participate. Kakuzu sighs and nods; he’s smart enough to know when he’s been defeated. However, Pein should know that Kakuzu will be adding a little extra money to his paycheck that week, for “hazard pay”.
Pein
Nagato was more interested in Kakuzu joining his group than any of the others. Immortality, money-sense, expertise and wisdom ... this is the man who survived the wars of the past. This is the man who survived the mighty Hashirama, God of all shinobi. Still, Nagato is no fool; he realizes that Kakuzu’s number one priority in life isn’t the Akatsuki, but money. Kakuzu would probably (and had likely thought about) betray them all in exchange for a tidy sum. So Nagato (as Pein) works to keep Kakuzu content enough to remain loyal, including making him the group’s treasurer and giving him complete control over everyone’s finances. And Kakuzu remains highly useful; strategizing, completing missions twice as fast (and ten times as efficient) as his younger teammates. Pein approaches Kakuzu and gives him a light kiss on the forehead, before returning to his room. He reminds himself to speak to Kakuzu later; he has some ideas about weapons he’d like to procure for the group, and needs to see if it would be financially feasible to do so.
Konan
Kakuzu genuinely likes Konan, and appreciates her company. Many men of Kakuzu’s generation were raised on the belief system that women were solely meant to be wives, child-bearers, and home-makers; to call a female a ninja was deemed unthinkable. But Kakuzu was a rarity in that he never saw this as being the case; man or woman, one’s inner strength was all that mattered in regards to being a shinobi. He’s spoken with Konan at length about her childhood, and the trauma she endured, and he knows that this little blue-haired lady is a sight tougher than a LOT of people (and Kakuzu’s met quite a few in his long life). Konan walks up to him and he smiles; it’s rare for Kakuzu to smile, but Konan brings it out of him. “Good evening, Kakuzu-san. I think it’s my turn.” He nods, and slips off his mask so that his lips are exposed. He leans down and very, very gently kisses her cheek. Her blushing skin is soft and her smile is beautiful as she thanks him and steps away, to let the next person go.
Kisame
Nobody knows this about Kakuzu (and he fears he would be mocked if they did), but the old guy puts a lot of emphasis on the idea of exercise. Five hearts is a lot of responsibility, and staying healthy is how Kakuzu intends to keep living forever. So every night, when the others are asleep and after he’s done with his reading, he’ll spend some time in his room exercising. One night Kisame passed by his open door and saw him using a pair of heavy books as make-shift weights. The next evening Kisame came to Kakuzu’s room with a set of real barbells , which he casually gave to Kakuzu with the admonition not to overdo it. Kakuzu greatly appreciated the gesture (and the unspoken support), and the two have been good friends ever since. But ... a kiss between them would just be too strange, so Kisame comes up with a better option: an arm-wrestling match, Kisame grabs the kitchen table and two chairs and sets them up under the mistletoe. Of course the rest of the Akatsuki gathers to watch, hooting and hollering and placing bets on who will win. Kisame and Kakuzu are both fairly evenly matched, so that challenge goes on for a while. Finally, with a final grunt of exertion, Kakuzu is able to slam Kisame’s hand into the table. Everyone claps, and Kisame laughs and tells Kakuzu that he’s “one tough son of a bitch”; high compliment coming from a man who was half-shark.
Itachi
Out of all the members of the Akatsuki, Itachi was by far the least problematic of the younger ones. Quiet, thoughtful, quick and efficient in completing missions. And polite; always forthcoming with “please” and “thank you”, and never failing to use honorifics with the others, even though some of them (ie Deidara and Hidan) don’t show him that same respect back. One time Kakuzu had caught a cold that stubbornly hung on for several days. Itachi came to his room every day with a cup of congestion-easing tea, something that Kakuzu didn’t ask for, but greatly appreciated nonetheless. Itachi comes up to him and nods. “Kakuzu-san.” “Itachi-san.” Itachi leans up and gives him a light kiss to the cheek, and Kakuzu is struck by a particular urge — to hug this kid. Something about him, perhaps everything about him, seems like a cry for parental love and affection. Kakuzu resists this odd impulse, but Itachi seems to sense that it’s something he wanted, because he leans over again and very briefly puts his arms around the older man. “Thank you,” he murmurs, before walking away. Kakuzu watches him go, slightly shaking his head.
Tobi
Tobi gives Kakuzu an uneasy feeling deep within his heart(s). Running around, speaking loudly, eating nothing but candy and sweets, acting like a complete fool — it’s an act. Kakuzu has never been more convinced of anything in his life. The only question is, why is Tobi putting on this act? To deceive them all into a false sense of security, before striking? Kakuzu has hunted bounties a good deal of his life, and a lot of the more difficult ones to catch have acted EXACTLY the way Tobi does, in order to throw off potential bounty hunters. Kakuzu learned to see through them, the same way he sees through Tobi. But to tip one’s hand and give away what you know is unthinkable in the chase and capture game, so Kakuzu never lets on what he actually believes. “Oh boy Kakuzu-san; does Tobi get a kissy now?!” Kakuzu nods, and Tobi slides his mask halfway off (Kakuzu notes the lines on the side of his face; accident, most likely. Possibly a disfiguring one) and the strange glint of his eye. Before Tobi can act, Kakuzu puts a hand on his face and kisses his forehead. “There. Now go.” Tobi slides the mask back on and hurries away with his usual chatter and giggling, and Kakuzu reminds himself to loom through the bingo book later for bounties with visible scarring on the left side of the face.
Zetsu
Five hearts means more blood needed to sustain said hearts. More blood means a stronger scent. A stronger scent means ... Kakuzu smells delicious to someone like Zetsu. Zetsu approaches him and looks around quickly; the two are alone. His brain runs through every possible scenario in which he could successfully kill and eat Kakuzu. He’s victorious in a few ... but most end with him mutilated by the man’s tentacles, and having to face the wrath of Pein on top of everything else. So he simply sighs, flicks out his tongue to taste the saltiness of Kakuzu’s cheek, and walks away again. Just that one taste was almost enough to make zetsu throw restraint to the wind and eat his fill, so he leaves before he can do anything he’ll regret. Kakuzu wipes off his cheek in mild disgust ... in a group full of freaks, Zetsu certainly seemed to take the cake.
Deidara
Kakuzu still remembers the day they brought this kid into the group. And that’s exactly what he was; a kid. Barely 15 years old, with a powerful “gift”, and full of anger at a village he felt betrayed him in not trying to understand his unique sense of ‘art’. Fast forward several years later and Deidara had changed, and most of that change was the better. Kakuzu could only surmise that the kid matured due to the constant council and guidance of his older and wiser partner Sasori; Kakuzu feels mildly jealous that Sasori was able to reign some measure of improvement over HIS young partner, but Kakuzu couldn’t do a thing with Hidan. Still, though, even Sasori hadn’t been able to completely tame the kid, as evidenced by Deidara managing to get BOTH arms blown off in a tussle with some Konoha nin. Kakuzu had been tasked with sewing his new arms back on, but to the kids credit, despite his painful the procedure had been, he didn’t utter a sound. Had even thanked Kakuzu, twice, afterwards. Deidara walks up to him and looks almost shy; 19 years old now and still with the face of a child. Kakuzu leans down and kisses the kid’s forehead, again noting his soft and smooth — and LONG — his hair was. It sways as Deidara walks away, and Kakuzu wonders how much he could get for those luscious locks, from the right buyer.
Sasori
Respect. Out of all the words that Kakuzu could use to describe how he felt about Sasori, Respect was at the top of the list. And the funny thing was, Kakuzu hadn’t even met the REAL Sasori until almost a year of being in the Akatsuki. The two had been sent on a mission, and at night, near the campfire, a soft metal sound made Kakuzu turn his head. It was a small, slender redhead, emerging from the being that Kakuzu had THOUGHT was a real person. The two had looked at each other for a while, and then started a game of cards as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. As time went on, the two became closer. They both shared an interest in/knowledge of medical jutsu and procedures, and would often come to one another with questions or with articles on different medicines. Kakuzu nods at him as he walks up, and Sasori does the same. He thinks about it, bends down and kisses Sasori’s left cheek, and Sasori smiles at him, bidding him a quiet Good Evening before going back to his room.
Hidan
“Hey old fuck; you’ve been dying to get your hands on my sexy body all day, haven’t ya, pervert?” Kakuzu would roll his eyes at Hidan’s comment, but at this point, he’s ridiculously used to the things his partner says and does. As he looks at Hidan’s face, he wonders, and not for the first time, whether this is a punishment of sorts. Gaining five hearts and creating a kind of immortality only came for Kakuzu at the end of a long and bloody road, one paved with the unwilling sacrifices of other people. Was it Fate, that the Gods had put THIS man, this loud, overbearing, foul-mouthed heathen, into his path? And as the one person who just might be immortal, too? Hidan often joked about “When all these other assholes bite the big one, me and you might as well get married, bastard.” But what in the world was he saying? Surely he was joking; why would someone as young and attractive as Hidan want to be with Kakuzu? Kakuzu who was heaven knows how many times Hidan’s age, and — “So we gonna slobber each other or what?” “You’ve got a big mouth, brat. Learn to shut up once in a while.” “MAKE me shut up, fuck-face.” So Kakuzu grabs Hidan around the waist, tilts him back, and sinks into his lips. Kakuzu’s mouth is rough and scarred but Hidan’s is smooth and soft, and the contrast creates a dizzying effect for both men. Hidan grasps Kakuzu’s shoulders tighter, leaving slight nail-prints in Kakuzu’s flesh. Their lips are touching but in this moment it feels like everything is touching, even their very souls (if either of them still had one, that is). When Kakuzu finally breaks the kiss and pulls Hidan back up, the white-haired immortal seems fairly disorientated ... but that doesn’t stop his mouth. “You’re an even bigger pervert than I thought, old fuck. Who the hell said you could stick your tongue in my mouth?? And why —” Kakuzu suddenly reaches out and grabs Hidan’s face with both hands, this time pulling him forward into a very soft, closed-mouth kiss. “Better?” Instead of a smartass answer, Hidan simply nods; and now he’s smiling as he walks away. If he were to turn around at any point, he’d surely gasp; because Kakuzu’s smile was even bigger than Hidan’s own. “Stupid kid,” Kakuzu mutters to himself, still smiling as he makes his way back to his room.
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BTS Reaction: Their S/O is bi/pan
Prompt: Could you do a reaction to the boys reacting to their s/o coming out as bi/pansexual? Thank you!!
Requested? Yes
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 821
Warnings: None
Gender neutral reader. Gifs are not mine!
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Kim Namjoon:
Namjoon would be very understanding and mature when you came out to him. He wouldn’t think of you any differently. You two would probably sit down and have a brief discussion about it so he understood exactly what you were talking about. Afterwards though, the two of you would likely just relax and go about your normal day. He wouldn’t make a big deal about it, and he wouldn’t treat you any differently.
“So, you like all genders?”
“Umm, yes.”
“Alright, thank you for telling me.”
“You’re not upset or anything right?”
“Why would I be? You’re still you, nothing has changed.”
“I love you Namjoon!”
Kim Seokjin:
Like Namjoon, Jin would be very understanding and mature when you tell him. You two would likely talk about it over dinner and he may ask a few silly questions such as if you’re attracted to this person or this other person just to lighten the mood. He didn’t want you to feel awkward coming out to him when it didn’t really bother him much. If anything, he was happy that you trusted him enough to tell him.
“So, does that mean you actually were flirting with that staff member the other day?” Cue you glaring at him from across the table and him laughing. “Yah, I’m just joking, relax!”
“You keep making jokes like that and I’m throwing my chopsticks at you!” “Sorry! Sorry!”
Min Yoongi:
Given that he is very likely bi/pan himself (AN: idk which is more likely) he’d be pretty indifferent to you coming out to him. Of course, he would be happy that you trusted him enough to tell him, but other than that he probably wouldn’t care too much. At the end of the day, it was still him you were dating so why do the genders you’re attracted to matter?
“Hey Yoongi?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m bi/pan.”
“Okay.” . . . “Why are you staring at me?”
“That’s it?”
“Umm, yeah? What's wrong?”
“Nothing, it's just I was expecting more of a reaction from you.”
“You still love me right?”
“Of course!”
“Then what’s the big deal? Nothings changed, right?”
“I guess not.”
Jung Hoseok:
Hobis reaction would be based on how far you were in your relationship when you told him. The fact that you were bi/pan wouldn’t bother him, but how long you waited to tell him might. If it was still fairly early in the relationship he would be happy that you trusted him enough to tell him. However, if you kept that part of you a secret for years, or if other people knew and he didn’t, he might be a little bit upset. Why would you not tell him? Did you not trust him? Were you hiding something from him? Your sexuality wouldn’t matter to him at all, it's how and when you tell him that may get a reaction from him.
Park Jimin:
Jimin would likely be a bit shocked at first when you tell him. He would probably ask you a million and one questions for the next few days just to make sure he wasn’t missing anything. Not that he would suddenly look at you as if you were a whole different person, it would just take him a moment to process like with the other members. Jimin is another one who is likely LGBTQ as well, which would probably result in a lot of playful teasing, flirting, and inside jokes between the two of you. Bonus points if it is someone that both of you find attractive.
Kim Taehyung:
Don’t ask how, but Taehyung likely already knew before you told him. He already had a feeling when you first got together so it wouldn’t come as a surprise to him when you finally told him. If anything, you were the one surprised as he would joke around a bit with you before going back to whatever the two of you were doing.
“Tae, I’m bi/pan.”
“I know.”
“Wait what?! How did you already know?”
“I have my ways.”
“Tae-”
“Anyways, do you want to watch a movie?”
“Kim Taehyung! Answer me!”
“What about this one? I heard it's supposed to be good.”
Jeon Jungkook:
Jungkook is the one member that may be affected the most for the sole reason that he tends to get jealous easily. He was already wary of someone else trying to take you away from him before, but knowing that you were attracted to more than one gender would just make him suspicious of everyone. Cue him being more clingy and trying to act tougher whenever the two of you are together. You don’t mind it too much though, it’s kind of cute and you know he would never step out of line with his jealousy.
“Jungkook, we’re home now you can stop glaring at everything.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about Jagi, I’m just looking around.”
“Sure you are…”
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The Proposal | Chapter Five
The Proposal Masterlist
Summary: The Proposal™ au, where Ivar gets swept away in a lie about a fake engagement to stay in the country and needs to convince everyone (including his family) that he’s genuinely engaged to a woman he works with
Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 2,693
Ivar hadn’t realized how good it would feel to come back. It’s always easier to not miss people when they weren’t around, but he felt years worth of it all of a sudden when he came back. As much as he’d claim he hated his family he kinda liked it. It’s easier to be feared than loved, but most people know which they’d prefer. Ivar just wasn’t very good at getting people to love him.
“Seven years.” Time flew by fast, the reality that he could’ve come back empty handed after five years of his life spent searching for things was haunting.
Floki smacked him upside the head, harshly. “That’s for leaving for seven years. I expected you to come back married— the girl, she seems nice.” He moved on softly as if he hadn’t just struck Ivar.
“I had better things to worry about,” he rolled his eyes. “If you were so worried about grandchildren you should’ve had your own. Or looked towards Ubbe as a son.”
“Ah— maybe, but between you and me? You’re my favorite.”
Ivar noticed you in the corner, your back against the wall as you spoke to Hvitserk. You seemed more at ease with his brother than you ever were with him. It made sense, he kind of liked to piss you off. It let him keep control, but he liked how you looked like this.
“You like her, don’t you?”
“What— no.”
Floki paused, confusion on his face. “So you… don’t like your own girlfriend?”
Ivar realized his mistake. “What I mean is that I love her.” He didn’t, naturally. But it was better than leading Floki into the reality that he was about to get deported if he didn’t pretend to be. “She’s certainly something else.”
He tended to like people who knew him. Freydis did that so naturally well but you? It was like you spent several hours a night studying him. Everything was so calculated and matter of fact. Ivar didn’t usually take the time to appreciate that, or how it amused him.
“Good. Like you said earlier. I want grandkids, and since I don’t have sons or daughters of my own I must rely on you.”
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“Ivar!” The loud and booming voice pulled Ivar from the conversation. His father showed up and pulled Ivar into a hug. Ivar’s eyes went wide upon seeing the man.
“You’re here?” Ragnar didn’t make a lot of appearances in his life. The man seemed to be too busy with other things and other kids. It usually hurt but to grab his attention again felt good.
“Of course I am, I haven’t seen you in forever. You’d think I’d miss out on my favorite son finally coming home? And what’s this I hear about a girlfriend,” Ragnar pressed with great interest.
“It’s probably fake,” Bjorn said, showing up with a smirk. “It wouldn’t be the first time he lied to impress you.”
“Mind your tone, Bjorn,” Ragnar warned.
“And if you got married it wouldn’t be the first time either. Nor the second,” Ivar responded with a shrug. “So why is the idea of showing up with a new girl so surprising to you?”
“Fine. Even if you got a lucky break. You’ll have a tougher time getting any further than that. The moment she finds something better she’ll move on like the rest.” Bjorn was edging Ivar on and Ivar fell for the bait. It was like knowingly walking straight into a mouse trap but being so famished that you couldn’t stop.
Ivar laughed. “Which is much better than you? There’s a reason your marriages don’t last Bjorn. You can’t keep anything in your pants.” They all saw it. The way Bjorn found someone, decided to marry them and then changed his mind. “I’d hardly consider that being better than me.”
“At least I can get people willing to marry me,” the reference to Freydis almost made Ivar throw himself at the man. His father tried to step in and placed a gentle hand on Ivar, whose breath was getting faster
“Well so can I,” Ivar backed down, “you’re not unique.”
“Oh really now, because I’d love to see proof,” Bjorn took a step closer.
“Because Y/N and I are already engaged!” Ivar grinned. There was a cold rage hidden behind it. Bjorn backed off immediately. “So it’s already happening.”
Ragnar stopped his attempts to reconcile peace, pausing. “You’re engaged?” His father soon enveloped him in a hug, it was the first time in a while his father had seemed proud of him. Ivar used to get it all the time but clearly things had changed. “That’s wonderful!”
The display seemed to shut Ivar up. Floki slapped him on the back. “Why didn’t you open with that?” The man was laughing too. Ivar hadn’t expected the strong response but it felt like a triumph over his brother and that satisfied him.
“We just wanted to keep it private—“ Ivar didn’t get the chance to finish before Ragnar gathered the attention of everyone there.
He tapped against a glass and stood on a chair. “Everybody listen up! My son, Ivar, just shared terrific news.” People stopped and listened. It was evident the man commanded respect, “He’s engaged.” There was a round of applause. “Now where’s Y/N, I want to congratulate my new daughter.”
That’s when you noticed, standing along the edge of the room. You were thrown off and red faced at the sudden attention, and Ivar almost felt bad for having put you on the spot. But it couldn’t be helped now.
You tentatively walked over and were hugged by a man Ivar wasn’t even sure you had met yet, “sorry,” Ivar whispered in your ear when you were finally released.
“Now let’s see a kiss from the lovely couple,” Ragnar announced.
“That hardly feels necessary,” Ivar tried to get around it.
“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun, wouldn’t it. And since you two are so real it should be easy,” Bjorn interjected.
It was one thing to marry you and another to kiss you, ironically enough. It wasn’t that the idea was impulsive but none of this was discussed and all of a sudden it was just happening. “Just stop, Bjorn,” Ivar rolled his eyes. He knew backing down made it sound fake.
“If they don’t want to, that's fine,” Ragnar tried to defuse the tension with little success. His largely absent parenting was probably to blame for this.
You picked up on the cues and touched Ivar’s upper arm, offering raised eyebrows. “Why? Because you lied,” Bjorn just kept pushing it. He didn’t stop. Ivar knew the man was just desperate but it didn’t stop it from getting to him.
“Why are you pressing this so much,” you demanded, your eyes narrowed at Bjorn. “Jealous much?” You then did something he didn’t expect. You placed both hands on either side of his face and pulled Ivar in, kissing him with such intensity that it left the poor man dazed. Your face was red but any embarrassment didn’t show in your voice. “Now can you leave me and my fiancé alone, you’re kinda killing the vibes.”
It immediately shut Bjorn up. And Ragnar laughed awkwardly, patting both of his sons on the back. “Well that was entertaining.”
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“What was that?” You asked him the moment the two of you were free. You struggled to speak over the sound of increasingly loud music.
“I should be asking you the same thing,” Ivar admitted. He loosened his shirt, it felt a little hot in here.
You shrugged and glanced away, “you were struggling there. Besides, if I didn’t make us sound real I’d go to prison, remember?”
“Yeah, Bjorn can be an ass,” Ivar sighed.
He ignored the look on your face, pity. It was obnoxious. “So— the answer to all your problems was announcing our engagement?”
“No—“ he was so used to being in control all the time. Ivar laid things out like a fine strategy. He had a plan for everything but you kept messing with that. Bjorn had messed with that too. “But it got the reaction I needed.”
He needed fresh air. “Are you alright?” Again with the look of pity on your face.
“Just fuck off. If I want you around I’ll tell you. Go back to my brother if you’re so lonely.” That lingering feeling of jealousy. Ivar knew he didn’t have a right to have it but it was still there. Your eyes narrowed angrily and you opened your mouth to speak back. He felt immediate guilt and rushed out the word, “sorry”. You closed your mouth and bit your bottom lip before walking off.
Great. He shouldn’t have done that. It was like he couldn’t stop doing things like that. It was easier to be a dick. He sat down on the couch in defeat and was envitably surprised when you came back.
You handed him a shot glass and he raised an eyebrow in response. It was clear you held back from saying something hurtful. “Look, whatever goes on between the two of you isn’t my business. But I like to get wasted when I’m upset about things,” you admitted to him.
Ivar glanced down at the shot before taking it and immediately downing it.
“That's the spirit! I’ll go get us some more.”
Things started to blur together. Ivar lost count of the shots he took, mostly because he hadn’t bothered to try when he could. “Are you alright?”
“No,” Ivar admitted. He had hoped to see your face and instead saw Hvitserk.
“We haven’t had much of a chance to talk yet,” his brother moved on and ignored Ivar’s response. “But I think we should. I know you were never much for listening to others but you should make an expectation in this case.”
Ivar didn’t respond. He felt the rise of vomit in his throat for a brief moment and realized he should probably stay still if he wanted to avoid getting worse. He didn’t feel sick, but his whole body was vibrating.
“I’ll take that as a tentative maybe,” Hvitserk sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Be careful with Y/N. There’s something off about the whole relationship.”
Blue eyes angrily shifted to Hvitserk. “And what exactly is off? That someone would be willing to date me?” The idea that you’d actually be interested in him. He could feel the judgement radiating off his brother.
His brother bit his lip, “you should know better than to think it’s just that, Ivar.” But that was part of it, he knew it. Hvitserk admitted to it. “You have a lot of money—“
“You think she’s a gold digger?” Ivar laughed loudly and his body shook from the intensity of it. Hvitserk didn’t seem as amused by it. He knew better than Hvitserk though. He knew why things were actually odd.
“I’m serious, Ivar. I wouldn’t call it that but these things aren’t uncommon. You need to be careful if you’re going to marry her.”
Ivar placed a hand on Hvitserk’s shoulder. “Thank you for caring about me, brother, but I think I’m good.” It felt like his cue to turn in for the night. His legs were sore anyhow. He had stood for far too long and if he wasn’t so drunk he’d probably be feeling it a lot more than he already was. He’d regret being up at all tomorrow. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Just be careful—“
Ivar tuned out the rest. He felt distracted from the insult to his character. The idea that someone like you couldn’t like him. It would hurt if he wasn’t so amused by the accusation. He stumbled to his room and collapsed into his bed.
His cane fell to the floor and he knew he’d regret that in the morning too. But the bed felt so good. His head spun fast but things slowed down when he closed his eyes. Ivar needed to take off his braces but he didn’t want to move. Maybe that would be tomorrow’s problem.
—
“You left,” Ivar said the moment you entered the room. He was staring up at a spinning ceiling. He couldn’t fall asleep at the moment.
“Your mom wanted to talk about things,” you replied. Ivar pulled himself further up the bed, trying to get a look at you. He watched you start setting up your makeshift bed.
“Stop that, just— just come here,” Ivar said as he stared at you. His voice was soft. The bed felt nice. “I was rude earlier, get in the bed. It’s big enough.” It felt like the least he could offer.
Maybe he should’ve remove the braces. His legs were sore but it was nothing that couldn’t be fixed by death. He felt the right side of the bed dip in. Ivar turned his head to the side and saw you laying there, his bright blue eyes trained on your face. You where too close for comfort.
He didn’t often care about things, but he did in that moment. You put more effort into knowing him than most did. It was as hard to tell if you hated him or cared for him at all. It was sort of the downside of you not being at liberty to say your mind for the past three years.
“Your family seems nice,” you said.
Ivar took a deep breath and sighed. “I think they’re just happy at the idea of you— not that you aren’t nice too but they’re worried enough that I’d ruin us. They don’t want to contribute.”
You started to laugh and he was surprised by that. “Gosh— you’re so self-loathing. You think they really believe that you’re that big of a fuck up? Are you?”
He swung his arm over and it smacked limply against your body. “Shut up.” But he didn’t deny it.
“You’re a jerk but I’ve seen worse. I can name a few people I dislike more than you.”
“But you dislike me?”
“Sometimes.”
“Right now?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Ivar was drunk out of his mind. He assumed you had to be a little. He probably wouldn’t have been bold enough to ask this if he was sober. It felt good to hear he wasn’t actively disliked at the moment.
The two of you laid there for a few more moments until you turned over. “How long have you been staring at me, Ivar?”
Ivar was mirroring you, and blinked in response to the question as he tried to think. “I’m too tired to move.” A lame excuse. “Hvitserk thinks you’re a gold digger.”
“What!” The shock on your face made him laugh. “I thought we were hitting it off! I thought he wanted to be my friend!” You rolled back over onto your back. “So that’s why he asked about my economic background…”
Ivar laughed. “Yeah. Maybe. He tried to warn me about you. I’d try not to take it personal if I were you. I couldn’t tell him the truth.”
“A gold digger….” You sighed, “are you really thT wealthy?”
“Why,” Ivar smirked, “dont tell me you’re in it for the money now?” It felt good to not be arguing. His guard was more down than usual. You were funny, and beautiful— you didn’t deal with his bullshit. Maybe he liked that more than he’d normally admit.
“Well… some money couldn’t hurt,” you bit your lip with a grin.
“Maybe Hvitserk was right.”
“Don’t say that!”
“Don’t let it get to you,” Ivar said. “I know better. Hell— I like you!” He realized how the words sounded and felt the need to correct humelf. “Like, you’re a good person”
“And you’re a lot better than most people give you credit for.”
“Even you?”
“I had a feeling you weren’t all bad,” you rolled over and seemingly passed out. But Ivar couldn’t sleep now. His head was still spinning but now his heart beat faster.
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Taglist** @youbloodymadgenius @heavenly1927
#ivar x reader#the proposal#ivar the boneless x reader#ivar the boneless#idk why it took so long to write#just like weird middle parts#so it may be more disjointed#shhhh
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I loved reading the oc thing so here some more if you want =) Diogo: 😭☕️💐 🎁 Opal: 👪 💤🌱📣
I'm glad you enjoyed it!! I'm happy to do more :3 lov talking abt ocs...
under the read more! cuz u know me. I write too much <3
(sorry these were done so late I got sleepy and didn't feel like writing more last night-)
DIOGO
😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?
He used to be a big crybaby and often got the sniffles over any little thing LOL but once again he changed and is "tougher" now. It's pretty hard to get him to cry these days, at least, in public anyways. Behind closed doors he tends to break down, or when he gets one of his infamous nightmares. (Which aren't the nightmares WE know cuz. robot but i won't get into that).
At heart he's still quite the crybaby to this day, even if he puts on a brave face.
☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?
He gets SPECIAL robot rights and can actually consume food and drink but it’s not necessary KGNHKGH but he does prefer hot drinks! While it’s not rly needed he’s in a habit of making coffee for himself every morning or stopping by a coffee shop for it.
So yea I’d say his favorite drink is coffee made to his exact specifications. Which is well. Imagine a rly sweet and pretentious rich boy order and that’s his
💐 BOUQUET - create a bouquet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?
God ok. Ok! I had to research cuz I don’t rly know these things so if any are OFF I APOLOGIZE bc </3
Peach Rose -> Sincerity, Genuineness, Modesty, and Gratitude
Tiger Lily (favorite!) -> Wealth, Pride
Hydrangea -> Gratitude for being understood; Frigidity and heartlessness
Lavender -> Distrust
Red Tulip (Also a favorite!) -> Passion, Declaration of love
🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?
Contrary to what he acts like, he’s genuinely happy to rly receive any gift- as long as it’s from someone he knows and actually likes. Most of his apartment is decorated in this his partner brought back for him so HNGKHGH
However as for specifics, he really likes getting new crystals or geodes for his rock collection! Those make him very excited and you’ll probably get an accompanied ramble about the rock you gave him GKNHGKH Secondly he really likes plushes and soft things of that nature, little collectables, especially unicorn or cat themed ones. (Whatever the squishmallow equivalent is in this universe, he loves it) His bed is littered in them LOL
As for gift giving he’s really good at it! Very perceptive of what other people want/need and keeps it in mind when looking. He doesn’t rly care about price as long as he’s sure the other person will love it, and spends a LOT of time picking out smth perfect.
OPAL
👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?
Opal doesn’t have any siblings, but their family is closely interconnected to his cousin’s Vivi! They basically grew up together cuz their families lived really close together but the two...never really got along. Well, Vivi thought she did but it was more she kinda jokingly bullied Opal a lot in that kid kind of way w/o really realizing he didn’t think it was funny and he got rly tired of it. They’re still in communication but Opal doesn’t really like it when she visits and often tries to avoid her as much as he can. She’s just. A lot. They had their moments though and Opal DOES care about her and has gotten better at telling her to Not Do That, but she’s still...a lot. And tiring. And-
He doesn’t rly talk to his parents much anymore, they didn’t have the greatest relationship and they often passed him off to his aunt and uncle. So a part of him was jealous Vivi’s parents were better than his, cuz his were...not great! They were mostly just absent and didn’t really care to give him attention besides an idle sentence before going back to what they were doing. Which made Opal a pretty lonely kid :[ So bc of that there’s not rly a relationship between them at all, Opal saved up his money and moved away and that was that. He has no interest trying to communicate with them again.
💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?
He has insomnia so it’s pretty hard for him to fall asleep, but usually once he is he’s like a rock. Unless he gets a nightmare which then he’ll wake back up and not Want to go back to sleep.
Opal is on medication for it though! Since it’s smth that he’s struggled with for a long time, but he only got medicated fairly recently after an incident at his old workplace before he changed jobs. Though outside of that, cuddling a plush or his partner helps a lot GKHNGKH or just being wrapped up tight in a blanket, just feeling comforted in some fashion helps him get to sleep. Also playing soft music in the background to give his mind something to focus on besides his own thoughts.
🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?
When he changed his name! It was pretty big to him and it was when he was pretty young, only really realizing he can call himself WHATEVER he WANTED cuz his friend (Wally) did that sort of stuff and opened his eyes to it GKHNGKH
What rly sticks out is that he told his best friend Wally first abt his name, picking Opulence bc it’s a really pretty word in his mind and also what he DESERVES. Granted they were rly young and Wally kind of struggled saying it and shorted it to Opal instead, giving Opal his current nickname that most tend to use.
It was one of the happiest moments for him in his childhood so he remembers it quite fondly.
There’s also a moment w/his cousin Vivi that he still gets nightmares abt and gave him a phobia of spiders. But he chooses not to think about that too much <3
📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?
Opal can be ... pretty loud honestly LOL Incredibly boastful and proud you’ll know when they’re around cuz they don’t really. Shut Up. KGNHGKH but as for speaking they use a pretty long-winded manner of speaking and ramble quite often, usually boasting or using some other theatrics in their speech. Though they also don’t use contractions! They think they sound more dignified that way. Honestly they speak they way they do to sound smarter but they just sound Really Annoying.
As for voice claim, imagine RouxIs Kaard. Whatever voice u have for him in ur head. That’s Opal’s-
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Daisy
You're a stripper and you meet Dr. Spencer Reid on a case. He's interesting in a way men aren't usually.
2.1k
Warnings for language, kidnapping, non-graphic violence.
(this is my first reader insert. hope it's okay ✌)
The colors alone always feel like enough to get you drunk. You can spin in them in hours, throwing your head back and basking under their heat. You don’t know what it is about them. The others like to laugh and tease you about it, even if they seem to understand that they really mean something to you. You don’t know what, though. Those are always your best shifts; making the most money and with your favorite customers. The nights without them are always the worst, but you try to make it up with bright glitters and higher heels.
It’s still pretty early. Only a handful of people have wandered in so far and three of them are seated firmly at the bar, refusing to even look at you and the girls. It’s hard for you to not roll your eyes at them. If you’re going to come into a strip club, don’t be so stuck up that you can’t look at the strippers. To you, that seems like an obvious thing. And yet.
At least the lights are on.
“Hey,” your best friend whispers, pulling at your shoulder so she can whisper in your ear. Neither of you are on the main stage, since the newbies tend to get stuck with the shitty sunset hours. Less cash. “Fresh meat.”
You look over to where she’s gesturing, a low whistle building in your throat. Two people are hovering at the entrance. You can already tell that they don’t belong. Their posture, their facial expressions. “Think they’re cops?” You ask. “Cops fucking suck at tipping.”
Without waiting for an answer, you start striding over there, thankful that you’re dressed, even if it isn’t close to modestly.
A man and a woman. The woman has shiny black hair, gently curled around her shoulders. You’re briefly jealous of her bone structure before that feeling turns into something more akin to lust- you don’t look like her, no, but she’s hot. The all black ensamble, frankly, is doing wonders for her. She seems dominant and powerful. Maybe not your type, then. You’re a bit of a control freak. The guy, though. You lick your lips, looking him over as you get closer. He’s about as submissive looking as they come. His shoulders are hunched, hands crossed nervously in front of him. His eyes are darting around the room and you’d think he was looking for an exit if he wasn’t currently standing in front of one. He’s got some of the fluffiest hair you’ve ever seen and it shouldn’t look good on him, but it does. Really good. He’s tall too, towering over the woman, and- huh. Now you know it’s possible to be hot in a sweater vest.
“Hey there,” you purr as you reach them, leaning against the table closest to them. You see their attention snap over to you, eyeing you up in down the same way you did to them. The man blushes and the woman arches an eyebrow. You just smile. “Anything I can help you two with? We do discounts for couples.”
The man sputters. “We aren’t-”
“SSA Emily Prentiss and Dr. Spencer Reid.” The woman interrupts him, flashing her badge. He follows suit. “We’re here from the FBI.”
You put your hands in front of you, pretending that they’re bound together at the wrists. “You here to arrest me?” You ask, pouting.
Emily rolls her eyes. Spencer shakes his head aggressively.
“We’re here about the recent string of murdered sex workers,” Emily says.
You flinch, some of your tougher exterior slipping away. When you’re working, you try your best not to think about those girls, the ones that ended up in alleys with their stomachs cut open, their contents beside them. Four, so far. No one from your work, even if there were whispers that your luck’s running out. It’s only a matter of time.
“I didn’t think anyone cared about a couple of murdered whores,” you mutter, letting the bitterness seep into your words. You aren’t stupid enough to trust FBI agents anymore than you trust cops. “And I don’t see why that’s brought you here, anyway. None of them worked on this street.”
Spencer takes a step forward. “We care,” he tells you. You’re too smart to believe him, even if the gentle look in his eyes makes you want to try. You blink a couple times, trying to clear your thoughts.
“Can we ask you a few questions?” Emily looks less gentle, although not unkind. Life’s made her hard, you think. Any kindness she has, she’s probably had to fight for it. It’s not a concept you’re unfamiliar with and under different circumstances, you think you could’ve been friends.
You glance back at the stage before agreeing. “We can either keep yelling over the music or go to one of the private rooms,” you tell them, “But there’s a lot of velvet and leather in those.”
You take them into one of the rooms, but you aren't there for long. Most of their questions seem generic. Boring.
“Call us if you think of anything else,” Spencer says, handing you a card with his name and phone number on it.
You take it, tucking it into one of your boots. “And if I want to call you so I can hear your cute voice again?”
Emily has to pound him on the back after that one, his face on fire as he goes into a coughing fit. You can’t help but grin wickedly. Maybe you’d feel bad if his partner wasn’t laughing.
“Oh, I’m so telling Morgan about this,” she says, electing a groan from Spencer.
Once he’s mostly settled again, he turns back to you. There’s still a blush raging on his cheeks. You like knowing that you’re the one to put it there. “Stay safe, okay?”
“Sure,” you nod, like the other girls hadn’t begged for the safety, like they weren’t all on high alert already. If someone gets you, it won’t be because you were an easy target. “I could probably stab him with my heel or something.”
It was supposed to be a joke, but Emily nods like you just said something smart, which is a little concerning.
--
A week later, you reflect that you probably should have used your heel, considering your current situation. You’re in a dark, unfamiliar room, your vocal cords already torn apart from screaming so much.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mutter, trying to look at your surroundings. It’s hard to see anything and even harder to focus. Your head is pounding. You don’t touch it. You don’t want to feel the blood gathering and clumping in your hair. That’s a problem for later. If you survive this. “Fucking cute skinny FBI agent didn’t do shit for me. We’ll get him,” you mock, raising the pitch of your voice. “Biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard. Should have caught him before he kidnapped me.”
You don’t know how long you’re in the dark before a door opens. A man you don’t recognize enters, making you scramble back to the furthest corner of the room.
“Scared?” He asks. You can’t make out any facial features, even though there’s a voice inside of you that’s telling you he’s grinning.
“Fuck you,” you spit, going for false bravado. You told yourself that you wouldn’t go down without a fight, and you were going to keep that promise.
Then you notice that he has a knife. You have to force the fight back into your body, imagining that you’re back at the club, rainbow lights searing into your skin, making you powerful, making you invincible. You bare your teeth at him, a growl escaping.
Survival of the fittest.
--
“Y/N?” A soft voice rouses you from your sleep. It takes a few seconds for it to register in your brain, but Spencer’s the one speaking.
Your eyes flutter open. “Oh, you’re blurry.”
“An ambulance is on the way,” he tells you. He’s cradling your head and you get a weird urge to cry. His voice is so soft. “It’s okay if you fall asleep, the idea that you can’t fall asleep with a head injury is mostly a myth. I’ll be there when you wake up.”
You believe him enough to drift off back to sleep.
--
The next time you wake up, you’re in a hospital room. The lights are blinding and white, making you miss your colorful ones. “I better get time off,” you groan.
Someone laughs beside you. You turn to see Spencer again.
"You're here."
He leans forward. "You sound surprised."
"Keen observation. Don't you have like...official FBI stuff to be doing right now?"
Spencer shrugs. "I wanted to make sure you were okay before I regrouped with the team."
"I don't really remember what happened."
"You killed him."
You frown. "No shit? Seriously?"
"JJ- she's another agent, you haven't met her- and I were the ones to go down to the basement. That's where he was keeping you," he explains, hands starting to wave through the air. "When we got down there, you were both laying on the ground. He was dead. Shot three times. You were shot once in the side. Thankfully, the damage seems to be minimal. You also have a concussion from when he presumably hit your head to capture you."
"I shot him?" You look down on your hands like you're going to see blood on them. They're cracked and dry. You flip them over just in case. Nothing, still. "I don't feel any different. Are you supposed to feel different after you kill someone?"
"There haven't been any studies on people's brain patterns right before and right after they've killed someone," Spencer shrugs, then pauses. "Although you most likely weren't looking for a scientific answer. Sorry."
"No, it's good to know."
Spencer fiddles with the sleeve of his shirt, a small smile playing on his lips. He's got that same blush he did the first time you met him, the light one. "I'm glad you're okay."
"Has the offer to call you expired?" You ask, feeling bold.
The blush deepens. "No."
You grin. "Nothing like getting kidnapped to set the mood, huh?"
You don't think he gets the joke. That's okay.
--
A week later, you're on the phone with him, propped up on all the pillows your roommates could find in your little apartment.
"Hey, cutie pie," you grin.
"Hi, Y/N. How are you feeling?"
This was the third phone call. The same number as how many times you shot the man that tried to kill you. Each time, the first thing Spencer did was ask how you were doing. You keep lying to him. It makes guilt swirl around in your stomach. You tell yourself that it's okay, that he probably doesn't want to hear how you actually are. The feeling still lingers. You want him to care, you realize. It's nonsensical, you barely know him, but you want him to hold you when you wake up screaming, when you remember flashes of that night, and when you have good moments. And in turn, you want to get to know him. You want to see what his face looks like while you're dancing, you want to know what his degrees are in, you want to know what makes him happy, if you could make him happy. You want to make him happy.
"I'm doing as well as I can be." It's the most honest answer you've given. "How's being a fancy FBI agent? Still on that case in Wyoming?"
"We're wrapping up, actually. We arrested our unsub this morning. She was going after unfaithful men."
You pause. "Good for her."
He sputters. "It's murder, Y/N!"
"I killed someone," you point out quietly.
"You know that's different."
You do.
Don't you?
Your hands itch.
--
After a month of phone calls, you get to see him again in person. You're still healing, still scarring over, but you get to touch him.
Neither of you ever bring up the conversation of defining what this is between you. When you see him, you race toward him, halting to a stop once you get close.
"Is touching okay?" You ask.
He gives you the biggest smile you've ever seen before pulling you against him. You fit snugly against him, his chin resting on the top of your head. "Yeah," he mumbles. "Touch is good. Thank you for asking."
"I'm a stripper," you laugh, pulling back enough to see his face. "We're big consent fans."
He hesitates. You can see his thoughts racing, can see him making a pros and cons list in his head. "Can I kiss you?"
Your lips split from your grin. "I've been waiting for you to ask, hot stuff."
#Spencer Reid#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic#Spencer reid fic#dorothywrites
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Be Nice To Me 5
Part 4.
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Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!Reader, Denki Kaminari x fem!Reader
Warnings: Eventual mature content, angst, hurt/comfort, love triangle, the reader is lowkey toxic, everything will be adressed in every episode (:
Chapter warning: Swearing, steamy make out session (borderline porn but not really), mentions of other couples form 1A
Chapter: 5/?
Synopsis: You're in love with your best friend Bakugou, and you're cofessing to him but things get a lot more complicated when Denki starts to treat you different *wink wink*
Word count: 3.9k
Author's note: This is sooo long, but I loved writing it, I deeply suggest you listen to the song of the title (here). I'm honestly living my coming-of-age indie kid fantasy with this chapter, as always any suggestion is welcomed.
Chapter 5 First Day of my Life- Bright Eyes
Thank to every single Deity that my weekend was packed with internship work so I didn’t have a minute to think about the emotions bubbling up in my heart and my mind, I came to my room exhausted and directly to sleep.
I didn’t talk to any of my friends that weekend, I had a couple of texts from the groupchats, in one of them there were unresolved questions about my date with Katsuki, and on the other one were the flashes for the Fridays gig and good luck wishes to Bakugo who was going to leave the morning after the show, so they planned a goodbye party in the dorms after the gig, Aizawa surprisingly agreed but under any circumstances we were allowed to having alcohol or any other illicit activity inside the UA facilities, not like that could’ve stopped my favourite trio of dumbasses, Mina, Denki and Sero were already planning on smuggle some liquor to the dorms, that was going to be one epic night.
Monday morning finally came, and as much I would love to just spend the day in my bed sleeping and watching Tiktok I needed education, my muscles were sore of the whole weekend roaming the city with Mirko, who seemed unable to getting tired, but I stilled reunited the forces to get dressed, brush my teeth and tried to look like a decent human being, emphasis in the tried part.
As I climbed down the stairs to the common room for a bite of whatever was in the fridge, I saw a beautiful ash blonde guy drinking his usual morning juice with protein powder.
-Morning Draw, you look like shit-
-Well you look handsome as ever ‘Tsuki, thanks for the kind words of the day, you know how to make a woman start the week in the best way possible- I replied while heading to the kitchen
-But seriously what is that Bunny forcing you to do on weekends? Crack? -
I didn’t reply but instead I just blowed him a kiss and start munching on a toast with excessive amount of jam, Tsuyu and Ochako were eating cereal next to Deku, the three of them saw my whole interaction with Katsuki with those weird eyes that just screamed “marry him already”, I told them I had to talk to them, and they all agreed that lunch time with Tenya and Shoto were the gossip time of choice, I waited for the girls to finish eating and we headed class.
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-YOU TWO FINALLY KISSED?!?- Ochako screamed with excitement
-Is he a good kisser? - Asked Deku pulling out his notebook in the “Kachaan” section
-How’s that relevant to the hero notebook? – I asked Deku
-Wait, isn’t he going to another country on Saturday? –
-Well yes Tenya, that’s the other thing I wanted to talk you guys about-
Then I started to explain the whole predicament of waiting for him and his words about that.
-Wow did he really said that having a girlfriend would be a distraction? - said Tsuyu with a concerned look on her face
I didn’t really thought about that harsh phrase, but it was Bakugo, right? He always says things that hurt other people’s feelings, that’s just him
-He sounded honest, but he shouldn’t have hurt your feelings like that-
-It didn’t hurt my feelings, Shoto, I’m used to him saying things like that all the time-
-That can’t be good Y/N, you can’t just get used to people hurting you, especially if you want to have a relationship, and a long-distance one, where things usually get a little tougher- Said Ochako
-I would consider wait for him to return Y/N, so that way you can both be clear about what you expect for each other- Deku said hiding his face in the Katsudon plate in front of him
I wanted to talk to them about what happened with Denki, but I was afraid they just said that I was overthinking, we’ve always been very close friends; but so were they, why was I so reluctant to talk about me and Denki? Maybe saying it out loud could somehow make it more real.
We finished our lunch and headed to class, the rest of the day went pretty neutral, as well as the rest of the week, but the thought of Bakugo leaving haunted me, he didn’t said or did anything special, we didn’t talked about our kiss or our lovely words, it was like it didn’t happen at all, we came back to being just friends. Denki was purposely avoiding me, I could notice it, anytime I wanted to talk to him he just made up some excuse and leave quickly, the rest of the Bakusquad was busy with the whole party preparations and the Dekusquad was as lovely as always, they told me a million times in that week that they will be there for me no matter what I choose to do; as for me, I was just as confused as Monday morning.
I didn’t wanna go to the party, or the gig, I just wanted to go to my room, listen to sad music, and feel pity for myself until I ceased to exist, but it was definitely off limits, I promised Denki I would go with him to the soundcheck, there was only this last one class, but I wasn’t really in the mood for maths, so I decided the best for me was head back to the dorms and stop thinking so much about everything, missing a class wouldn’t kill me.
When my life crumbles down there is only one thing in the whole world that could make me feel better, and that is loud music, so there I was, headphones to the max, airplane mode on, eyes closed and mouthing every word like a prayer, I felt like every lyric was washing away my worries and doubts, reassuring me that everything was (not) okay, I was so concentrated in my music I didn’t heard the knocking on my door, and didn’t heard a certain blonde calling my name, it was until I felt a big hand in my shoulder that I realized that Bakugo wasn’t in class either, but in my dorm room, with a worried face.
-Fucking dumbass, why aren’t you in class? You’re going to fail math, again-
-I wasn’t feeling like going to class- I said with a bit of guilt, it probably sounded like a lame ass excuse, but at least it was the truth
-Not feeling like going to class? What the fuck do you think this is, a game? Math is your worst subject and if you fail I won’t be here to tutoring you, you can’t fail-
He was worried, I could tell, he just turned every emotion in pure acidic rage, not like knowing this would make his words hurt less, I didn’t want to admit that the thought of being far from him made my heart ache and my eyes water, and it didn’t help the lack of contact of the week, I was looking forward to another one of his tender kisses, or any sign that what happened last Friday was real
-I’m hurt Katsuki, a week ago it seemed like you wanted to be with me, despite everything and this past days you were acting like nothing happened, I don’t know what to think or what to do, I don’t know what's going on with you, how are you feeling, you don’t say anything, you don’t do anything, you just hide your feelings away in your cocoon of rage-
-See, that is exactly why I didn’t want to kiss you in the first place, I knew it would only lead to problems, that’s the reason I didn’t want to tell you I liked you before going away, I knew you would react like this, I told you the truth, I can’t be your Boyfriend, I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings-
And surprisingly I found myself inside his big arms in a tight hug, his face hiding in the crook of my neck, I put my arms around his slim waist and we just stayed there for a solid ten minutes before breaking the contact.
-I don’t want this to hurt you Y/N, I can’t be with you right now, I can’t give you what you need, and as I told you the other night, I don’t want you wasting your time waiting for me-
-I don’t wanna let you go ‘Tsuki- I said with tears in my eyes
-You won’t, think it like this, if this is meant to be, and I know it is, when we see each other again, in a better place, in a better time, it will happen. I don’t know where or when, but I promise you we will be together, but please don’t throw your life away waiting for me-
- That sounded as if we were breaking up-
-We aren’t, this is only the beginning, I promise-
I was being selfish, it was obvious that this was also hurting him, he was being mature and caring, thinking about what was good for the both of us, before the things we wanted, maybe he was right, this was meant to be, just not right now, right person wrong time troupe right, but with a happy ending, right?
That was one of the most bittersweets moments in my life, I was happy to know that Bakugo thought about us as endgame, just like I did, we were still young, we had plenty of time, all the time in the world, I shouldn’t have worried about his feelings, he told me I should never doubt that he liked me, and I was willing to make that compromise.
-Let’s have a good time tonight, ‘Tsuki, for what I know, tomorrow you could be kissing some European woman and forgetting our promise-
-You get jealous that easy, Draw? Already afraid you’d lose me, huh? - He said with a smirk on his face and getting closer to me
I swallowed with nervousness, but I didn’t break the visual contact
-Aren’t you afraid I fall for another guy in the meanwhile? -
-You’ll have to find someone better than me first, and we both know there isn’t such thing, and besides that, you’re not mine, I don’t owe you, I only own the feelings you have for me, and as long as those exist I’ll do everything to be with you. So, that’s a no, I don’t care about any other guy- He said with his lips softly brushing against mines -But right now, I want to be the only thing in your mind- And saying those words he kissed me.
He wasn’t being gentle like the last time we kissed, there was a hunger, a neediness within his kiss, he wasn’t being rough tho, but I could feel the burning intensity in his movements. He pulled apart and looked into my eyes for any sign of discomfort, but when he met my half lidded gaze filled with love, he slammed his lips against mines one more time, his tongue brushed my lips asking for consent to enter my mouth, to which I responded opening it just enough for him to start moving it, massaging it with my own with a rhythmic pace, his hands travelled down to my hips, it seemed like he wasn’t nervous at all, but I on the contrary was almost shaking, we broke the heated kiss with flushy cheeks and sweaty hands, I looked into his eyes and I could see the lust behind his crimson irises. A million questions started bubbling in my mind, does this means he want to have sex with me? Right here and now? He must have noticed the concerned look in my face because his next words were
-Hey, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, sorry if it was too much-
-It wasn’t, it’s just I’ve never, I mean I haven’t… have you? – I asked with an obvious blush on my cheeks
-Just once, it wasn’t bad, but I figured out it could have been better if it was with someone I loved, like you. We don’t have to do anything tho, I just wanted to kiss you-
A strange relief passed my body, he didn’t want me to give myself to him in this exact moment, and I was glad for it, as much as I loved him I felt like this wasn’t the right moment for it, but I still wanted to do other things with him, I mean, this was his last day in the UA, and my first time making out with somebody, we still had a few of hours before the soundcheck. I lead him to my bed and pushed him into it so he could be sitting.
-Y/N are you sure you want to do this? – He wanted to be sure that there was no pressure in doing anything I didn’t want to
-We don’t have to go all the way in, I just want to make sure you feel loved and have fun on your last day, and besides, we already missed math class- And just as this last words escaped my lips I sat in his lap and started kissing his cheekbones softly, his hands went from his sides to my hips as he started to plant open mouth kisses in my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
-And what about you? You want to feel loved too? – He said against my ear, nibbing at the lobe, I nodded softly, closing my eyes and giving myself in to the feeling of his strong hands in my body, his raspy voice in my ear and the feeling of his lust between my legs.
Our heated make out session made me forgot everything I had in my mind, I was only focused in Bakugo, I couldn’t even began to explain how loved he was making me feel in that moment.
-I have to go packing, but I really like your lips, see my problem here? – He said with a sigh, after a while -I’m actually not in the mood for a party tonight, I would rather having a good night of sleep-
-You’re so boring ‘Tsuki, you sound like an old man with two divorces who is starting to get bald-
-‘Tch, would you rather seeing me drunk and staying up late and doing dumb shit I’ll regret about when I sober up like the rest of those losers? –
-Yes! Only this one time, before you have to go away, let’s get drunk and watch the sunrise, then I could go on with my life in peace-
- Ugh and being hungover in a 7-hour fly? Really, that is your idea of a last night with me? –
I tried to make the best puppy eyes I could as I just said “pretty please” in the most dramatic way possible.
-UGH fine, but don’t you forget that you owe me something for being a fucking loser in Mario Kart-
-Anything for you ‘Tsuki- I said while planting a kiss on his cheek
With a smirk on his face he told me he would tell me what he wanted right before leaving, and I was okay with that, we said goodbye with one last kiss and he went to his dorm room to finish packing. Then I remembered I had my phone on Airplane mode, as I deactivated it I saw a bunch of unread messages, most of them were from my concerned friends asking if I were okay, I answered in the dekusquad groupchat that everything was fine, and immediately they began asking questions about Bakugo and me being both missing math class, I replied a single smiling emoji and they knew we were together. Denki messaged me about ten minutes ago “Hey Y/N I can’t wait for you to come to the soundcheck with me” followed by a cursed image of someone T-posing on top of a drumset, I couldn’t help but laugh, and I replied with an even more cursed image.
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I was in Denkis car, Katy Perry blasting through the speakers and Denki and I having a carpool karaoke singing Last Friday Night like our life depended on it, it felt like he hasn’t being avoiding me all week, there we were laughing and having a good time. The soundcheck was actually really funny, Jirou who is usually very quiet was obviously the leader, giving orders here and there, I wasn’t completely alone while the band was getting ready to perform, Momo was an official member of the band but she didn’t continue playing with them, but she never missed one of Jirous’ performances, they were obviously very much in love, I couldn’t help to notice the way she looked at Jirou the whole time, and I wondered if that was the same way I looked at Bakugo, I remembered the words that Tsuyu said to me, does everyone knew I was in love with Denki?...
Shit, my mind pictured Denki when my train of though was about Bakugo; it probably were because I was watching Denki plugging his guitar and waving at me at that exact same moment, or did I really thought of Denki when I was thinking about love? A feel of guilt started to build in my heart, just a few hours ago I was making out with Bakugo, and now I was watching Denki going different directions with cables and amplifiers and I couldn’t help but feel like I was in love with him. Momo probably noticed my worried expression because she asked me if everything was right, I just had to lie and tell her that I was okay when in reality I was panicking, I excused myself and went to the bathroom to splash some cold water in my face like the actresses do in every movie to calm themselves down, and apparently it worked, so with more confidence I walked out of the bathroom. When I came back to the table Momo and I were sharing I noticed that people were starting to arrive, I sat next to Momo again and tried to have a casual conversation about school, training, internships and just normal student stuff when I felt a well-known pair of hands covering my eyes.
-Hi Denki- I said as I chucked
-How did you knew it was me? – He genuinely asked
-How couldn’t I? -
-Hey Kaminari, we’re starting in ten- Said Jirou planting a kiss in her girlfriends’ lips
Bakugo arrived just in that exact same moment, I almost forgot he was also going to perform, I didn’t know how to act with other people around us, I wanted to kiss him, but I also didn’t want Denki to see it, I couldn’t help but feel like an awful person for my last thought.
-Hey Draw, long time no see you- Said Bakugo like his tongue wasn’t on my throat a few hours ago
I flipped him off with a smile and blowed him a kiss and continued talking with Denki about who would win in a fight between a bear and a shark, we were currently discussing how long the bear could hold his breath, I turned my head to look at Bakugo and he was already staring at us with the saddest expression I’ve ever seen, and as he noticed my eyes on him he changed it to his usual annoyed one
-You two are the dumbest persons I know- He said, giving us one of his angry looks
-Guys, we’re up- Said Tokoyami grabbing his guitar pick and heading to the stage
-Break a leg guys! - Said Momo giving Jirou one last good luck kiss
Bakugo winked an eye to me and went to the stage without saying anything, my eyes followed his figure to the stage when a sudden voice in my ear made me jump a little bit
-Keep your eyes on me- Whispered Denki in my ear before planting a kiss on my cheek
They started the show, the powerful voice of Jirou quickly caught everyone’s attention, they gotten better over the years, you could tell they were in their prime, usually my eyes were always fixed in the blonde drummer, but tonight they were mesmerized with Denkis fingers skilfully playing with his guitar chords, pearls of sweat in his forehead, a big smile on his face, and golden eyes all over me, he looked perfect.
Suddenly I began to notice everything the boy did, every time his voice intertwined with Jirous’ for a perfect harmony, every movement looked so natural and… sexy? I didn’t noticed I was holding my breath until I heard Shotos’ voice next to me, trying to be heard over the noise coming from stage
-Sorry we’re late, Tenya got lost-
I heard it, but my mind was somewhere else, it was in Denkis’ Kaminari palm. It was almost an hour of absolute bliss, without a single thought crossing my mind just the image of the boy in front of me. I heard the last song of their setlist and prepared for the usual announcement of the end of the show but instead they all waved and came down from stage, all except one, Denkis’ voice was a little shaky when he spoke on the microphone:
-Hi everybody! Thank you so much for coming today, hope you’re doing alright, now we don’t usually do this, but you’ll see, tonight is a very special night, the last one for a while because we’re going to be drummerless tomorrow morning, sooo anyways, I would like to sing a very special song for a very special someone who is here with us tonight, she’s just everything to me, Y/N this is for you-
I felt like I was on fire, the rush of blood went straight to my cheeks, I was suddenly shaking with nervousness, my palms were sweating and I swore everyone could hear my heartbeat, I didn’t wanted to look away from Denki, but I could feel my friends eyes on me. Was this actually happening? The first chords of Denkis’ acoustic guitar confirmed that it wasn’t a dream, his soft voice drowned every other sound, suddenly everything else went dark, it was only the two of us. I paid attention to the words he was saying, he was pouring his heart out, in front of everyone, for me
"Yours was the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you"
This was a love song; Denki was telling me he loved me with every syllable coming out of his mouth and every note from his guitar
"And so I thought I'd let you know
Yeah, these things take forever, I especially am slow
But I realized that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home"
It was perfect, I couldn’t help but tearing up, nobody has ever done something remotely as romantic as this, he sounded so sincere, so drunk with affection, he was obviously nervous, but his eyes were fixed on me
"I'm glad I didn't die before I met you
But now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy
So if you wanna be with me
With these things there's no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery.
Besides, maybe this time is different
I mean, I really think you like me."
The last strumming of his guitar vanished in the air, and suddenly everything went back to normal, the people around us, the noises, the shocked faces in my friends faces, and the absence of Bakugo.
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Wowowow this was an emotional rollercoster, but what can I say I love drama, thanks to @warrior-princess1 for proof-reading this
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Obey Me! Brothers Imagine #3 - The Demons as Daddies.
As usual, I haven’t proofread this yet because I’m garbage. I might do a follow up to this one with toddlers, if any of you want to read that? I also avoided gendering the baby in this one, I wanted you to be able to decide the gender for yourselves. Hopefully, you enjoy reading! xo
p.s. I’d like to add that if any of you are feeling lonely because of this quarantine my inbox is always open. Stay safe everyone!
- Asks and requests are open -
Lucifer ~
Has no idea how to raise a baby. Terrified once you tell him he’s going to be a father.
Already screwed Satan up, what if he does it again?
You have to spend a lot of time convincing him the baby won’t hate him.
Falls in love with the baby the second they’re born. Would literally die for them.
Shows the baby off to everyone and won’t hear a bad word against them, no matter how much they’re misbehaving.
Becomes the ultimate working dad. Doesn’t leave you alone to look after the baby.
Celebrates every small milestone in baby’s development.
Sad that baby chose Mammon as the fun uncle.
Hums the baby to sleep every night while rocking them.
Mammon ~
You thought he’d be terrified but he’s super excited.
Can’t wait to have a fellow trouble maker around.
He has to calm you down when you remember this charming idiot is about to be a father and you have to raise the child with him. May the odds be ever in your favour.
Nervous the whole way through the birth but wants to be as much a part of it as he can.
Convinced his child is perfect even though they’re a whirlwind of chaos.
He’s the fun parent and won’t discipline baby.
Buys baby the most extravagant gifts he can find.
Won’t let his brothers spend too much time with the baby because the baby is his.
Falls asleep next to baby’s crib every night.
Leviathan ~
Nearly passed out when he found out. Doesn’t have time to be a father and lead his raid battles.
You bring him round to the idea by telling him that he’ll have someone to teach about TSL.
Spends a lot of time watching videos about babies on Deviltube.
Freaks out during the birth and passes out.
Can’t handle the baby when it’s crying but quickly discovers they stay silent when anime is on.
Resents you telling him too much screen time is bad for the baby. He turned out fine, right?
Asks for help from his brothers a lot. They babysit when there is a raid battle or a concert.
Caught baby chewing on a rare figure and didn’t flip out, he was thrilled baby is interested in his figurines.
Satan ~
Needed a lot of alone time to process it but didn’t get angry at all.
Reads every book on babies he can find. Determined to be the best father he can be. Much better than Lucifer ever was.
The ultimate birthing partner. Knows everything there is to know and the best breathing coach in existence.
Surprises you by never losing his temper with the baby.
Will destroy anyone who doesn’t adore baby with their entire being, though.
Reads stories to them every night. Loves it when the baby falls asleep in his arms.
Shocks everyone by being the most sensitive and gentle father.
Doesn’t trust his brothers to be alone with the baby, heck, he doesn’t even trust them to hold the baby properly.
Definitely an overprotective dad.
Asmodeus ~
Not surprised he’s a father. It was only a matter of time.
Dives straight into designing and creating the most perfect nursery.
Can’t believe how ugly childbirth is and you want to headbutt him for pointing it out right in the middle of it.
Believes his baby is the most beautiful baby in existence (and probably is).
Loves dressing the baby up and taking photos. Baby already has a Devilgram profile.
Won’t help with the baby at night because he needs to rest to maintain his perfect skin. Also, he’s jealous baby’s skin is softer so he doubles his moisturiser.
Doesn’t want his brothers to be too rough with the baby but loves it when they admire them.
A stage dad through and through.
Beelzebub ~
Hoping this means he can also eat for two.
Doesn’t judge any of the pregnancy cravings.
Promises he won’t accidentally eat the baby.
Brings snacks to the birth.
Actually the happiest dad in existence but also the most protective.
Was scared to hold the baby at first but realised the baby is tougher than it seems (and Beel is gentler than he gives himself credit for).
Loves carry the baby everywhere and can’t stop smiling whenever he sees them.
The most hands-on dad, even at mealtimes. He loves to feed the baby and surprisingly doesn’t steal their food.
Loves that his brothers love the baby too. Glad they all share a common love for someone again.
Might get a dad bod seeing as there’s less time to workout and more chances to eat.
Belphegor ~
Didn’t hear you the first time you told him because he was half asleep.
Worried this will mean sleepless nights.
Slept through the birth and still feels terrible about it.
Of course, his baby turns out to be a sound sleeper and that makes him love them even more.
Loves holding and cuddling the baby and barely gives you a turn.
Promises to always do what's best for the baby and means it.
Warns his brothers not to be too loud around the baby in case they wake them up.
Constantly caught asleep with the baby laid on him also asleep.
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Mike Zacharias was, all things considered, a good guy.
Levi wouldn’t have gone so far as to call him a friend, they only had a couple of classes together, but they both were a part of a football team.
And on the field, there was no better partner than Mike. He was honest and reliable. And when they played on the opposite sides, there was no tougher or stronger opponent for Levi than him. He always offered a good challenge. Levi liked that, respected that.
So all in all, Mike was a cool, even awesome guy, Levi didn’t have a single problem with him, except his best friend.
Hange fucking Zoe.
One of the most prominent and intelligent students at their school. The weirdest student of their school.
She was loud, messy and batshit crazy. Among other students, she wasn’t known for her exceptional intellect or her unusual friendliness. Instead, she was known for causing an explosion at the school’s lab not once, not twice, but three whole times! The only reason why she wasn’t kicked out of the school was her perfect grades. Or her parents’ huge wealth.
When she wasn’t hanging out with her ‘research team’ as she affectionately called those fools, who followed her around, she was spending her time with Mike. She was with him almost always, including the football practice.
And maybe, Levi wouldn’t have any problem with her, or Mike, if Hange wasn’t loudly cheering on Mike every goddamn time she accompanied him to the practices.
And, yeah, sure, what was wrong with cheering on a friend? But it pissed Levi off, especially because maybe, kind of, he had a tiny, little, miniscule crush on Hange.
He didn’t like her, of course. He didn’t. He just liked staring at her and listening to her. She also smelled surprisingly nice and had very soft hands. Not that Levi had ever held hands with her. He just touched them once, and now he wanted to touch them again.
They didn’t hang out together and, of course, they weren’t friends. They had only one class together, and that was biology. Biology, where Levi’s traitors of friends decided to fucking dump him.
“You need to be more friendly,” Farlan, that asshole smirked at him, after he had told him that he and Isabel were going to pair up together for the science project.
Stupid jerk, if his advice was so fucking sound, why didn’t he follow it himself? Still, there was nothing left for Levi to do than to seek out a different partner for himself. His eyes darted to Erwin, they weren’t exactly friends, not as close as he was with Farlan and Isabel, but they talked sometimes. He liked Erwin, but apparently his opinion of him was wrong, because when Levi turned around - Erwin was already paired with the biggest shitass in their school - Nile Dawk.
And, unfortunately, apart from Erwin, there was no one else Levi was on good terms with. Maybe, there was some truth to that fucker’s words. He really didn’t have a lot of friends.
Help came from an unexpected quarter.
Hange Zoe, the school’s prodigy, stood next to him, smiling sheepishly.
“Do you need a partner?” she asked.
And it wasn’t like Levi could refuse. He did need a partner. And, as he learned later, Hange Zoe turned out to be an amazing one.
She was smart, but also hardworking and very passionate. She was also unusually, but genuinely nice. She wasn’t even a bit arrogant, and whenever Levi didn’t get something, she always explained it to him patiently.
(Sometimes, even though he would rather die than admit it out loud, he played dumb on purpose, just so he could listen to her excited voice and look into her burning eyes, as she explained to him some stupid shit like meiosis).
So, yeah, she was kind and really fucking funny. And, maybe, one could call her pretty, if that one was into messy-haired four-eyed weirdos. (Unfortunately, Levi was). And, yeah, maybe, he liked it, maybe, he liked her. It meant nothing though. Hange probably didn’t even know his name and paired up with him only out of the kindness of her pure fucking heart.
Levi shouldn’t even think about her. He also shouldn’t stare at her during lunches like he’s some kind of a pervert. And, especially, he shouldn’t become angry every time he hears “Go, Mike, you’re the best!”
She was just trying to lift her best friend’s spirits, Farlan and Isabel did it all the time.
Still, it pissed him off, it hurt his pride, it made him fucking jealous.
He hated it. But, unfortunately, he couldn’t hate her.
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His leg was kicked. Levi ignored it. His leg was kicked again. Again, Levi ignored.
“You’re staring at her again,” the words were followed by another kick.
Levi grunted, turning to face Farlan. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, using his most disinterested voice.
“Huh?” Isabel twisted her head around, looking at the mass of students, gathered in the cafeteria. “Who was big bro staring at?”
“No one,” Levi answered, while at the same time Farlan pointed Isabel to the right person.
“Ooh,” she cooed, grinning wickedly. “You’ve been staring at the weird Zoe girl!”
“Now, now,” Farlan chucked, patting Isabel’s head. “You shouldn’t talk about her like that. She may be a weirdo, but she’s also Levi’s sweetheart.”
“I swear to god, Farlan, if you don’t shut up, I’ll fucking punch you!”
Levi’s anger intensified, as he saw the shit-eating grin on his friend’s face. It was an empty threat and Farlan knew it perfectly.
“Oh no!” Isabel squealed, frantically pulling on Levi’s hand. “She’s coming here!”
“Oh yes, she totally does!” Farlan agreed. “Come on, Izzy, we should give them some privacy.”
And before Levi could throw another insult his way or beg them not to leave him alone, Farlan grabbed Isabel’s hand and dragged her away.
Fucking traitors.
Levi looked up - Hange was actually heading to his table. Shit. What did she want? What should he do?
She probably wanted to discuss the science project, the rational part of Levi’s mind kept insisting. But his heart didn’t listen, continuing to beat erratically inside his chest.
Shit, he needed to get a grip on himself. Hange was just a girl, a nerdy weirdo. The fuck he got so worried about?
“Hi,” Hange stood in front of him, holding a tray in her hands. “Can I sit down with you?”
“There is a lot of free space here,” Levi grumbled, taking a bite from his sandwich.
He mentally kicked himself. Why was always such an asshole? That’s why he only had two friends. Not that Levi gave two shits about being polite, but, well, he’d like to be Hange’s friend. Or maybe, something more.
“Great!” Hange smiled, as she took a seat across from him. Levi glanced at her beneath his fringe - of course, he shouldn’t have worried. Hange was a weirdo, she was never bothered by his rudeness.
“I just wanted to talk with you. I… well, you know about school dance this Friday? Oh, sorry!” Hange chuckled. “Of course, you know about it! That’s the only thing everyone talks about!”
Well… Levi certainly heard about school dance. Isabel mentioned it a few times, but neither of his friends was planning on going there. And there wasn’t any reason for Levi to attend. He would rather spend his Friday at home, playing video games with Farlan and Isabel.
“Anyways!” Hange continued. “Have you asked someone already?”
That took Levi by surprise. The question was so absurd that he looked at Hange closely - was she joking? But, strangely, she seemed to be serious. And she appeared to be somewhat nervous, which was even weirder. In all the time that he knew her, Hange was never nervous or shy. She was always unapologeticly bold. That was one of the reasons Levi liked her so.
So what was wrong now?
“Um, no?” Levi answered, feeling uneasy. For some strange reason, his pulse fastened.
“Oh, then have someone asked you?”
Levi eyed her carefully. Hange was fiddling with the straw of the juice box and she avoided looking him in the eyes. So she was nervous! But why? Levi glanced behind Hange’s shoulder. Mike was sitting on a table near them. He was grinning happily, and when Levi met his eyes - Mike winked at him.
What the fuck was going on?
He focused on Hange again. “No, no one asked me.”
Well, technically, it wasn’t true - a surprisingly large amount of girls had asked Levi to accompany them to the school dance. Levi had rejected them all. Unfortunately, the only person he wanted to go with was right now sitting in front of him.
“Great!” Hange beamed. “Oh, wait, no, that’s not what I meant!” she frantically waved her hands around. Levi hid a smile, amused by her gesticulations. “I’m sorry that no one asked you yet, but maybe…” she trailed off, turning to look behind her. Levi followed her gaze and saw that Mike gave her an encouraging smile, showing thumbs-up. She turned back and cleared his throat. She still avoided looking him in the eyes and there was a bright blush on her cheeks. “Maybe, you would like to go with me?”
Aaaaaaand he definitely misheard her last sentence. And even if he hadn’t, he probably didn’t understand it in the right way. Maybe, Hange was taking pity on him again? Just like that time, when she offered to become his partner in a science project?
“You want… to go dancing?”
“That was my initial offer, yes, but we can just hang out…” Hange twirled a stray lock of her hair, smiling shyly.
“You want to hang out…” Levi paused, not quite processing her words. Hange just couldn’t mean what he thought she meant. “With me?”
“Yeah…” Hange lowered her head, her shoulders sagging. “I thought you knew about this?”
He knew about what?
“…I mean the whole school probably knows, I’m not exactly subtle…”
The whole school knows about what?
“I was sure you knew about my crush on you…”
Wait, what? What the fuck? Hange liked him?
“You…. Have a crush on me?”
“Well, yeah?”
“Since when?”
“Um,” Hange rubbed her neck, her blush becoming even more apparent. “For about a year?”
“A year?!”
“I know it sounds pathetic, but yes? You don’t know how happy I was when you agreed to become my partner… Oh, jeez, this is so embarrassing,” Hange chuckled, and even in his daze-like state Levi felt how forced her laughter sounded. “You’re clearly not interested. I knew you weren’t, but that jerk Mike made me confess to you… I’m sorry!” she straightened out, grabbing her tray with food. She held it so tightly, her knuckles were white.
Levi stared at her hands, unblinking. He suddenly remembered that time in biology class when they were studying DNA. They needed to extract DNA from spinach, and upon seeing Levi’s clumsy movements with mortar and pestle Hange decided to help him. She laid her hands atop of his and gently guided them, showing him how to do it correctly. Her skin was soft and so warm. Levi was so flustered he felt like his heart was going to jump out of the ribcage.
And why was he remembering it now?
“Well, I should go, I don’t want to burden you…”
Hange almost got to her feet and left, but before she could do so, Levi grabbed her by the wrist.
“Wait!” He called out, surprised at how hoarse and desperate his voice was. But he couldn’t help it, he still couldn’t believe that Hange’s confession was real.
“You like me back?” he uttered quietly, looking up at Hange with hope.
“Ye— Wait!” Hange shrieked. Everyone around the cafeteria turned to look at them. If Levi could pay attention to something else except Hange’s adorably bewildered face, he’d even hear Isabel and Farlan high-fiving each other in the background.
Thankfully for his best friends though, he had a more pressing issue now.
“You like me back?” Hange didn’t lower her voice, and now every student in their school knew about Levi’s feelings for her.
His reputation of cold and aloof guy was destroyed forever.
He didn’t give a fuck.
“I do.”
His hand traveled down her arm, until it ceased her palm and held it in his.
At the sight of their joined hands, Hange’s lips curved into a bright smile.
“So you agree to go dancing with me?”
Levi shrugged, intertwining their fingers. “We can do that.”
“Great!” it seemed impossible, but the smile on Hange’s face became even happier.
Levi stared at her, feeling the same happiness inside him. Their bliss was cruelly interrupted by a loud ring that announced the start of a lesson.
“Shit, I’m late to English!” Hange shot to her feet. But before she ran away, she turned back to Levi. “Maybe, I can see you after school? We can walk home together?”
“Sounds good,” Levi nodded.
“Excellent!” Hange quickly leaned down and placed a kiss on Levi’s cheek.
Then, she was gone. Levi stared after her retreating figure, feeling a smile appear on his lips.
He probably, no, definitely looked like an idiot.
But for some reason, he didn’t give a fuck.
#not exactly a reincarnation!au but!!!#i've written it recently and it's fluffy and happy and that's what we deserve after that awful chapter!!!!!#maybe... i'll write some stuff about you all know what.... but not right now hahah#too soon and too painful!!!#so i hope this lifts your mood if only just a little#levihan#levi ackerman#hange zoë#hanji zoe#levi and hange#levi snk#farlan church#isabel magnolia#levihan fanfiction#snk fanfiction#snk fandom#levi x hanji
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like a lighthouse in a storm
Nico comes out to Percy and Annabeth (OR how that scene should have gone...)
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“Hey!” Nico shouted, jogging toward them.
Percy tore his eyes away from Annabeth. His smile was a little crooked, as always. He’d told Nico once that it was what got him detention and an assigned seat in the front row of class. He had a troublemaker’s smile. Nico had never understood that assessment. All he felt when Percy smiled at him was warmth, and maybe a little bit of dread—not because he thought Percy was going to disrupt class or steal something off a shelf, but because he didn’t know how to deal with the warmth. He realized with a start that he didn’t feel that this time. The dread was gone.
“Hey,” Percy answered. “Annabeth just told me some great news. We’re going to do junior and senior year in the city together. Then we’re going to go to college in New Rome...” He trailed off and his smile turned apologetic. “Sorry, I’m just excited.”
He grabbed Annabeth’s hand and squeezed it. His eyes were bright. So were hers. Seeing them like that used to be enough to set Nico off, slipping into the shadows to sulk. Now, he was more happy for them than anything else. They’d been different since Tartarus. Nico wasn’t sure if the others on the Argo II had noticed, but he had. Maybe it was because he’d known them long before the rest of the seven came into their lives. Or maybe it was because he’d been down there as well. He recognized their pain because he felt it too.
They deserved a boring end to high school and peace in New Rome.
“That sounds awesome,” Nico said. “I’m really happy for you guys.”
“Thanks, man,” Percy replied easily, leaning his head onto Annabeth’s shoulder.
She didn’t look as relaxed as Percy. Her eyes, as analyzing and critical as ever, hadn’t left Nico since he walked over to them. He used to hate her for that more than he’d ever hated her for being with Percy. If anyone could have figured out his secret (on their own, without the help of freaking Cupid), it would have been her.
“Is everything okay, Nico?” she asked.
Percy’s head snapped upright, concern flooding his features. He looked over Nico as if searching for an injury. Nico wished it was that simple. He contemplated faking one, but he knew Will Solace was no more than twenty yards away. That kid was so annoying. He’d probably insist Nico stay in the infirmary for a week instead of three days. Nico hated that the thought of more time with him was a little bit exciting.
“Yeah, I just—“ He nudged the toe of his shoe into the grass. The blades started turning black, crumbling beneath his touch. “There’s something I wanted to tell you guys. It’s really not a big deal, though, so if you’re too busy—“
“‘Course not,” Percy said immediately.
Annabeth nodded in agreement.
Nico’s heart started pounding—too hard, too fast. He sort of felt like he was dying, but he knew he wasn’t. Perks of being prince of the dead.
“I’m gay,” he said, staring down at the wilting grass. The word was a little foreign out loud, heavy. “I know we just fought the earth, and you guys fought a lot of giants, so it’s not that important but I just—“ His hands were shaking so he shoved them into the pockets of his black jeans. “I wanted to tell you guys.”
Percy sprang to his feet. “Dude!”
Nico flinched, but Percy was grinning. He looked almost as happy as he’d looked about moving to New Rome with Annabeth. Nico didn’t really understand it because half the time he wasn’t sure if Percy even liked him. Nico wasn’t always good to him. He’d blamed Percy for Bianca’s death for a year, led him straight into his dad’s prison, pretended he hadn’t recognized him at Camp Jupiter.
But for every moment like that, there were nice moments as well. Percy had rescued him and Bianca after all, he’d invited Nico in through his window on his 15th birthday, sat by him at the bonfire in the weeks following the Battle of Manhattan. He'd always been there for him, or tried to be, even when Nico pushed him away.
Maybe, he’d had a friend all along and had been too caught up in his own head to notice.
“Can I hug you right now?” Percy asked. “I know you’re not into the whole touching thing, but—“
Nico darted forward, wrapping his arms around Percy’s waist. A little oomph sound fell out of Percy’s mouth on impact.
“You’re not as scrawny as you look,” he said.
Nico tried to laugh, but it stuck in his throat. He pulled away, wiping at his eyes.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I was really nervous.”
Percy’s face softened. He pulled Nico back in for another hug, and then Annabeth was there too, her chin hooked over Nico’s shoulder. It was surprisingly nice. The last person who’d hugged him for this long had been Bianca. He felt just as safe between Percy and Annabeth as he used to in his sister’s arms. He started entertaining the thought of maybe staying just like that forever, when he realized they were still in the middle of the quad—where the whole world could see. Then, he felt like he might die from sheer embarrassment.
“Okay,” he said, squirming until they both let go. “That’s enough of that for three lifetimes.”
Percy laughed. Annabeth ruffled Nico’s hair playfully.
Nico had been unfair to her. She had always been kind to him, probably could have been another friend of his if he’d let her. Maybe they could start now.
“I used to be, um.” He let his eyes dart over to Percy for a moment, before looking back at Annabeth. “I used to be really jealous of you.”
She smiled, following his gaze to Percy, who just looked sort of confused. For all his wisdom on a battlefield, he’d always been frustratingly oblivious about this sort of thing. Nico was pretty sure there had been one summer when he, Annabeth, and Rachel Dare were all practically head over heels for the guy. And he’d just lopped around the Labyrinth without a clue—like an overgrown, two-legged labrador retriever.
“You’ve got good taste, Di Angelo,” Annabeth said.
She held up her hand. Nico hesitated for a moment before high-fiving it.
Percy’s cheeks had turned scarlet. “Um. If you’re saying what I think you’re saying... I’m flattered.”
Annabeth laughed and hit his arm lightly. She leaned in conspiratorially toward Nico, pitching her voice lower. “Or maybe we both have really, really awful taste.”
“Hey!” Percy complained.
Nico bit his lip to stop himself from smiling because it was starting to make his cheeks hurt again.
“And since we have similar taste,” Annabeth continued. “There’s this one guy who I’ve always thought was cute.”
Percy frowned, turning toward her. “Who?”
Annabeth’s eyes focused somewhere over Nico’s shoulder for a moment. “I mean, he’s a little young for me—“
“And you already have an amazing boyfriend who—“
Annabeth covered Percy’s mouth with her hand. “But, he’s super sweet and brave. Tougher than he looks. Saved my life once.”
Percy mumbled something against Annabeth’s hand that sounded like ‘who is this guy?’.
“Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m his type.”
Annabeth took her hand off Percy’s mouth. His nose was scrunched up like he didn’t understand how Annabeth could not be anyone’s type. Then, it seemed to click. He grinned at Annabeth, then at Nico.
Nico shifted uncomfortably. “Who—who is it?”
Annabeth looked over his shoulder again. “Will.”
Percy’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as he turned to her. “Solace?”
She nodded and a mischievous glint appeared in Percy’s eyes that made Nico sort of understand the troublemaker thing. Then he realized that the same glint was mirrored in Annabeth’s and he understood their dynamic a whole lot better.
“He is cute!” Percy exclaimed. “So cute!”
“And he’s been watching us this whole time,” Annabeth pointed out.
Percy rubbed his hands together. “Has he?”
“Well, maybe not us.” Annabeth’s eyes flicked to Nico. “Maybe just Nico.”
“Guys—“ Nico said. “It’s not like that. He just wants my help in the infirmary.”
“Ooooh,” Percy drew out the word and waggled his eyebrows. “He wants your help in the infirmary.”
Nico’s cheeks felt hot. They were probably as red as Percy’s had been a few minutes before.
“I don’t know what that means,” he muttered.
The two of them exchanged grins—evil grins, that’s what they were.
“So,” Annabeth prompted. “What do you think of him?”
His cheeks felt even hotter somehow. He ducked his head so they wouldn’t see, but it was probably too late.
“I—uh,” he spluttered. “Um.”
The mischievous glints intensified tenfold, the evil grins widened.
Percy glanced at Annabeth. “That means he likes him, right?”
She nodded.
“I’m getting better at this,” he said.
Annabeth shared a knowing look with Nico that said no, he definitely isn’t.
“I think I’m going to talk to him,” Percy said, drifting in that direction.
Nico stared at him in horror. “What? What are you going to say?”
He shrugged. “Just how cool and badass my friend is. You know, reuniting the Roman and Greek camps, battling giants, surviving Tartarus and a jar, wielding that staff of Die—whatever.”
“Diocletian,” Annabeth supplied.
Percy pointed at her. “That’s the one. Yeah, I’m definitely going to talk to him.”
“Percy,” Nico tried. “Don’t.”
He took off without another word, jogging up the hill. Nico followed at his heels, shouting for him to stop. He didn’t really mean it though and based on the way Percy kept grinning over his shoulder, he could tell.
Nico was running into what would probably shape up to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but somehow each step he took felt lighter than the last.
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