#he’s weird and gross but genuinely charming so people keep falling for it

[thefawnfallacy]

It’s truly a crime to be the only person in* the That’s Not My Neighbor fandom to see that Francis is a creepy rapist who is deeply in love with his victims.

[unknownwriting]

Same!! Aside from the top 3 you listed, I generally don’t hate any character. Sure, if I see a bad character, I’d either go “Ehhh, I’m willing to forgive you... to some extent” or just “Nope, I dislike you”. But I don’t immediately think of them (except for those 3) when I go to my mental “hated characters” list. Thanks for answering 😊

Also, guessing request are open since your recent post said so, but the description says it’s closed...? I’m gonna take your word for it, and hopefully don’t offend you 😅

May I request Crocodile, Lucci and Kid with a crush on a fem. reader that’s a hopeless romantic? Just thought the dynamics would be adorable with how their personalities are portrayed >w<

As for what I personally classify as a hopeless romantic... it’s not so much the suaveness or charm. Sure, we love ourselves a gentleman that can remind us chivalry is not dead, but it’s more about finding “the one”. And “the one”, which we’re meant to find (kinda like a soulmate), has got to be able to show their sincerity. You can shower me in gold without the most genuine of feelings behind it, and I’d take one look at you, scowl and walk away. Small actions are weighed more heavily if the feelings behind them are sincere. A paper crane with a sweet note on it? My heart would straight up melt.

Figured it’d be interesting since I can imagine them trying to win her over with their perfectly crafted facade only to have her grimace in response since it’s not entirely genuine. We hopeless romantics are “in love with love” and could love practically anyone, but that’s only if they’re sincere.

ｓｕｍｍａｒｙ- having a crush on a hopeless romantic

ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ - Eustass Kid, Lucci, Crocodile

ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ - none :)

ａ/ｎ - Hopeless Romantic gang rise up 😫✊🏻 also akdjdid omg I totally forgot to even change the request until I saw your request. Thanks so much i hope you enjoy

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Eustass Kid

This man?? Having a crush?? Not in a million years....well it must’ve been a million years because the Captain of the kid pirates has found himself crushing over a common bartender

There is not anything special about you anyways, just a girl around his age who is stubborn, easy to talk to, and cute. He could find someone like her almost anywhere, but the thing that got him was how stubborn she was.

Kid could flirt all day and try and get you to come with him. But you just wouldn’t come, turning him down each time. It was so frustrating, seeing how you didn’t even flinch when Kid spoke but it was also nice. Kid loves a good challenge.

Of course, didn’t stay on the island the whole time, he still had other things to do, but he did come back often to meet up with her. Kid was not gonna let a perfectly good challenge slip away from him. So it’s easy for y’all to quickly become friends with how often Kid comes by and visits you. It only then did Kid finally realize why you kept turning him down: you were a hopeless romantic searching for the one and as far as you were concerned Kid was not it

When you told him that though all he gave you in return was a confused face and a curse word. ‘The fuck is ‘the one’?’ Kid has never heard anything of the sort, and it didn’t come as a surprise either. Kid was a very loud, mean, frustrating guy who probably only slept around.

Now that the 2 of you got closer, you decided that you could at least tell me, explaining why he doesn’t have a chance. Going over what you imagine your soulmate is just gonna be like definitely grossed Kid out, but he still listens trying to use your explanation as a hint

Long story short it didn’t work that much. Kid was farther from the mark each time he tried. At least that’s what you thought, the more time you spent around the red-haired captain the more selected traits would stand out to you. Traits that you told kid yourself.

Although with the fear of finding the wrong one and only wanting Kid because he’s convent to you, you didn’t say a word not even a peep to him. There would be no way to know that he is the one he’s so different then what you thought. With doubt still sitting in the back of your mind, you decided to keep quiet for now. It wouldn’t be bad to just enjoy his company for a while

Crocodile

LMAOO AJSJSJD I KINDA FORGOT CROCODILE’S PERSONALLY WAS ALREADY TO FAR IN. I’m so sorry but I hope you still enjoy

As soon as Crocodile had laid his eyes on you, he knew exactly what type of person you were a troublesome girl who is still obsessed with finding the one, your soulmate.

He tries his best to stay away from people like you, but it’s hard to do that when your working for him. However he still tried his best to stay away, but then you just always appeared where he would be. You failed the realize it but Crocodile definitely noticed it and just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

From there on out he kept looking at you where ever he went, wondering when and if you would show up. That’s when he finally realized, he has a crush.

It took him a while to approach you and to even get you to talk, but once he was able to, he constantly, being subtle about it, tried to when you over with small gestures of romance.

Which of none has even persuaded you. You had the idea of falling in love with your soulmate. Crocodile can spoil you as much as he wants but that won’t change your mind.

Although the gift he did give you was sweet, somewhat unexpected. Some days it might be a rose, others it might be bracelets, other days it might be a bag of money. Half of the time you thought it was whatever he had on him at the moment.

Aside from gifts he also let a lot of paperwork side which was probably the best thing he could’ve done. But you still did them all, although he was acting very out of character and being unbelievably kind, there was no way you were to gonna take advantage of him.

It frustrated him, it really did. The fact that you didn’t even budge but at the same time he found it very admirable. Having such a strong will and not settling for anything better than your soul mate. It’s a nice challenge that he would definitely accept.

Rob Lucci

Each one of these men loves a good challenge. It’s just a known fact. So when Lucci learned that he was getting a new member on his team he treated her the same way he treated everyone: cold yet with respect. However, he failed to notice just the type of girl you were.

Talkative. Talking to everyone about anything. It’s doesn’t matter who it was you always found a way to talk to them. Whether it was Lucci or Kaku or just some random worker. You always found a way to talk

That was the first challenge. Just getting you to shut up, whether it was by intimation or if it was force, whatever it was, that was his first challenge what came next he has no intention of. You were....actually nice to talk to.

when you were rambling now Lucci could feel his expression loosely and a small, very small smile on his lips. You seemed to be a kinda nice person to talk to and Lucci doesn’t mind you. Maybe you were even nice enough to have a crush on. 

With Lucci’s newfound crush, he had no idea what to even do. Besides a few nightstands, the man has never really been considered with the idea. and to make matters worse, he overheard you talking about ‘the one’ as if he was supposed to know what that means. After asking around a bit he was able to figure it out and concluded that he wasn’t it.

Although he wasn’t ’the one’, what’s a challenge if you don’t at least try. So starting with the first thing he could think of he slowly began to participate in the conversation with you. It was awkward and weird but you thought it was cute in his own little way. At least he was trying.

Surprisingly it didn’t take long for the 2 of y’all to warm up to each other. From there, Lucci was able to learn more about you and just how to win you over. He wasn’t as bold as the other 2 but he did try his best to make it noticeable.

You were definitely quick to catch on to his change and to what he was doing but being strong-willed and all you continued to turn him down. Lucci just wasn’t your type and you felt bad for telling him that but it was true. However, Lucci is not gonna give up on you that easily. Once Lucci accepts and challenges there’s no going back

[sunsetinmyvein]

Ran Into Some Complications - Matty Healy

Thank you to the ever lovely @imagine-that-100​ for the request from the prompt list. 

Why did time always seem to go by so slowly when you were stuck waiting by yourself? Was there a reason that seconds seemed to feel like minutes? Was it just mind games or did it literally create some weird kind of wormhole? Probably the former. I checked my phone for what felt like the hundredth time, hoping that I finally had a ‘on my way!’ message sitting there, only to come up empty. Again. So much for meeting at the bar for six - it was already six thirty. I sighed to myself, thanking the bartender as they handed me the cider I had ordered.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing at the bar all by yourself?” I heard a voice call from behind me. I instantly gritted my teeth as I turned to face the source of the sleazy comment. Sure enough, the crooked smile, the greasy, slicked back hair, he looked as shady as he sounded.

“Just waiting for a mate.” I said, trying to diffuse this situation before it started.

“They left you here all alone?” He asked as he slid into the stool next to mine. “Let me buy you a drink.” He added as he tried to flag the bartender down. Ugh. Why.

“No thanks, got one.” I said as I held up my cider. “And they’re on their way.” I dismissed.

“I’ll just keep this stool warm for them, then.” He grinned. I could smell the whiskey on his breath. Gross. This evening was headed in a downward spiral if I didn’t cut this off soon.

“I- you really don’t have to.” I grimaced, my eyes darting around the room to try and spot an easy way out of this. I caught sight of a group of four men walking in, eyeing them hopefully. The one closest to the bar seemed well kept. He had a grey suit jacket on, his straight hair was neatly combed back, he was laughing with his friends. He seemed friendly. He’d do. “Oh, this is him now.”

  I hopped off my stool, stepping in front of the dark-haired man. “What took you so long?” I asked with a warm smile.

He stared at me in bewilderment, “Me?”

“Yeah, you. Come here.” I said with a light laugh, trying to pretend that this wasn’t awkward.

“What? Why?” He asked with a confused frown.

I grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him down closer to my level to try and not be overhead. “Please just come here.” I said, trying to look as imploring as I possibly could. This was going to look bad on me if he didn’t come with me. I didn’t want to think about what would happen if this guy shrugged me off and I had to walk back over there. He stared at me for a long moment, before turning back to his friend who had stopped to see what was happening.

“I, erm, suppose I’ll be back in a bit?” He said with a shrug.

  Thankfully, this man came willingly with me back towards the bar. And I was even more grateful for him being quite clued on. He took one look between me, and the greasy dude sitting opposite me, to get the hint.

“So sorry, love. Traffic was awful.” He said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek. Geez, he was really going all in. I felt my face burning at the unexpected attention. At least it was going to look the part. “Have you already got a drink?”

“Yeah. Do you want one?” I nodded, turning to him. He really was standing awfully close to me. At this proximity I was able to smell the pleasant smell of the aftershave that he had used.

“I’ll just have my usual.” He said with a smirk.

“Uhh…” My eyes widened as I processed his answer. Fuck. Had this guy just agreed to help me to be equally as annoying as the sleazy one? Maybe I’d just made this situation so much worse. I quickly scanned over his appearance. The neat hair, the grey jacket, he seemed like the kind of person to drink a clear drink. “Gin and tonic.” I ordered apprehensively.

“Close enough.” He chuckled under his breath.

  The bartender brought over the extra drink and passed it over to my new found fake date.

“How was work? Did you get that booking sorted out?” He asked casually. God, he was smooth. He was definitely the right person to have grabbed to act like who I was waiting for.

“Yeah! It was a hassle but I got there in the end.” I laughed with a nod, playing along. I was surprised at how easy this felt, to be honest. This guy gave me the vibes of someone that I’d like to have a genuine conversation with, rather than a pretend one. “What about you?” I asked back. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Taking a quick glance at it, I saw that it was a message from the friend I had been waiting on – saying that they couldn’t make it. Phew. Good thing I had dragged over someone else instead of just waiting.

“The studio was a bit gruelling but that’s nothing new.” He shrugged. Studio? What on earth did this guy do for a living? He must’ve noticed me frowning at his comment, because he just raised an eyebrow like he was challenging me to question it. In taking a good look at him, this guy was a bit of a looker. There were definitely worse people I could’ve grabbed. “But this evening is making up for it.” He added as he took a sip from his glass. Wait. Was he flirting?

  It seemed that whatever this guy was doing worked, because my creepy stalker decided to get up and walk off. I let out a sigh of relief as I looked over at the empty stool.

“Thank god he left.” I huffed.

“He’ll come back.” The dark-haired man shrugged as he slipped into the empty seat. I gave him a questioning look as to how he could know that. “He left his whiskey on the bar.” He added as he gestured towards it.

I nodded in understanding. It was nice at least to have a breather to recompose myself and finally have a sip of my drink. “Thanks for this.” I said after a minute of silence.

“It’s okay.” He replied with what looked like a genuine smile, picking up his gin. “I can think of much worse ways to spend my night.” He added as he eyed me over the rim of his glass.

Now that was definitely flirting. Part of my brain found it ironic to have replaced one guy trying to hit on me with another. But… I didn’t mind so much with this one. “Are you flirting with me?” I accused.

“Are you blushing?” He shot back. The air of confidence surrounding this guy was undeniably attractive.

  Before I had a chance to respond, greasy hair man was back. He frowned at the offender sitting in his stool.

“Do you wan-” He started to say, turning to me. But he was cut off before he could finish whatever he was going to ask.

“I can’t believe that you also listen to them!” My fake date laughed loudly. He fell into these shenanigans far too readily. But I wasn’t about to complain. “Shh… listen…” He said, holding up a hand to quiet us. I stopped talking, trying to listen to whatever he had heard. “That’s the sound of me falling in love with you.” He continued.

I let out an uneasy laugh, trying to shrug off his comment. “I’ve been listening to them for ages.” I responded, trying to keep up with how quickly he was building this story.

“Ah, sorry, mate. Just nice to be together after a long day.” He said with a corny grin as he placed a hand on my knee. I looked down at it for a moment, trying very hard to keep my reactions to his blatant flirting in check. “Matty, by the way.” This guy - Matty, said as he stuck out his hand to sleazy dude. “And you are..?” He asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Leaving.” He answered abruptly as he reached between us and picked up his whiskey, before heading on his way.

“Well… that worked.” I chuckled.

  “Seems I was an effective deterrent.” Matty said with a nod as he took a swig from his glass.

“You did a good job with that.” I agreed. “You were far too good at it, though.”

“Too good?” He asked with a surprised grin. “That doesn’t seem like it should be a problem.”

I shrugged. “Just makes me question how many times girls have roped you into situations like this.”

“Roping me into it? What if I was the one trying to get out of the awkward situation?” He questioned.

“You really get that much unwanted attention?”

“More than you can imagine.”

  We chatted for a bit, actually starting to get to know each other properly now that we didn’t have to play pretend that we already did. It turned out that he was in a band, hence the studio time earlier today. The guys that he had come in with were his band mates, getting a drink after a long day. He had a general sense of charisma and charm about him. The more I talked to him, the more I wanted to keep talking to him. And thankfully the flirting dropped off once there was no longer anyone standing nearby to try and convince. It was easier on my brain to process our conversation without having to also process an attractive man hitting on me. Before I knew it, an hour had passed. I was surprised that he was still hanging around, given that what I had asked of him was done now.

“Did you want get out of here?” Matty eventually offered nonchalantly.

I choked on the cider I had been sipping, trying to recompose my thoughts. “What?” I spluttered.

“He’s still side eyeing you across the bar,” He explained, gesturing towards the other side of the room. He was right, sleazy man was boring holes into the side of my head. “if we leave together then he should get the hint.” Right. That made much more sense than the alternative reason as to why he’d ask that.

  Matty’s plan worked. We were not followed when we stepped outside into the brisk night air and ordered an uber. He sent a message to his friends, letting them know that he had to leave. I felt bad. His night had been forced to end because of me. I told him that it was fine now, that I’d be happy to head home by myself and he could go back inside to his friends. But he insisted that he make sure I get home safe. The sentiment was pretty heart-warming, to be honest. I doubt I could’ve picked a better guy to help me in such a shitty situation. Once we were settled in the back of the car, I could finally breathe a bit easier. It was nice to not feel like I was being shadowed.

“Sorry for ruining your night.” I apologised.

“Ah, you didn’t ruin it.” He said with a dismissive hand wave. “I dread the thought about what might’ve happened if I hadn’t shown up.” He continued, staring out the window pensively, before he seemed to knock himself out of whatever train of thought he had been on. “But good thing I was.” He said as he turned back to me with a bright grin.

“Well, thank you.” I nodded. “You were good company, for a fake date.” I chuckled, nudging his side playfully.

“Well… I wouldn’t mind taking you out to a bar again as a not fake date.” He offered, running a hand through his hair. He… what? My brain took a second to comprehend what he was suggesting. “If you’d let me.” He quickly added.

My thoughts kicked into gear as I realised that he thought I might decline. “Yeah. Yeah! That sounds like a good idea.” I agreed.

“I assure you, I’m a much better real date than fake date.”

[kalimagik]

Trouble in Paradise

(Pt. 2)

Tom Holland x Reader x Harrison Osterfield

Word Count: ~3k

Warnings: some language 

A/N: Here is part two of my 100 Followers Celebration Weekend! I hope y’all enjoy reading it and thank you so much for all of the support! Part 3 will be out tomorrow around 4:15 EST! Happy Reading, lovelies <3<3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 

Y/N felt a million times better after sailing around the Hawaiian island, listening to Haz try to make her laugh, and swimming in different coves. Not to mention, 4 out of those 8 other people were other boys on vacation who kept trying to get Y/N’s attention. That helps a girl gain some confidence back. Haz had to keep stealing that attention back though. He hated the sight of all of these boys drooling all over Y/N.

“Where have you two been?” Tom asked as they strolled onto the beach.

“I decided to see some more of the island, so the concierge suggested this awesome boat tour around the island,” Y/N nonchalantly answered.

“YOU WENT ON A BOAT?” Paddy yelled.

“That we did, Pads! It was absolutely amazing! Except for the fact that people kept trying to take Y/N’s attention from the tour,” Haz played.

“They were not trying to get my attention,” Y/N felt herself blush.

“Who was trying to get her attention?” Tom interjected.

“All of these boys that were vacationing together. It was ridiculous to see them throw themselves at her,” Haz continued.

“Wait, they were? What the heck. That’s gross!” Tom spoke.

“What’s so gross about that Tom?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, Tom. What’s so gross about that?” Jamie followed.

“Just that boys would do that type of thing. Like what the heck, you know?” Tom tried to save himself.

“Tommy, can you come with me to put some more sunscreen on my back?” Jamie asked, but Y/N could sense the iciness in her voice.

As soon as she left, she turned to Haz, “I think that you just got him in trouble…”

“Maybe I will offer to let her sleep in our room…”

“Might be a good idea. You kept me in good company today, soooo I figure a few more laughs each night isn’t so bad,” Y/N laughed.

Harrison left Y/N on the beach as he went to catch up with Tom and his girlfriend.

“Tom! Jamie! Wait up!” Harrison called before mumbling to himself, “wow…I have been telling people to wait for me too much today…”

“What’s up, Haz?” Tom stopped.

“Why don’t you two share our room.”

“Where are you going to sleep?” Tom asked.

“I will just bunk with Y/N. We’ve all had sleepovers before, so it isn’t weird and I’ve already asked her, so it’s fine!”

“Oh…uhhh, okay. Yeah. That would be great…” Tom hesitated a bit.

“Oh my gosh, Harrison! That would be amazing! Oh, Tommy! Now we can spend so much more time together!” Jamie cooed.

“Yeah. Thanks, Haz…” Tom said before turning around to follow Jamie.

Harrison watched as the two of them went into the house, not entirely sure as to why Tom was being all weird, but he figured he could get back to Y/N and the rest of the Hollands. He walked back to Y/N and the other 3 Holland boys playing soccer on the beach. It was a sight that he liked to see.

“Paddy! Paddy! Pass it over to me!” Y/N called, getting the smallest Holland’s attention.

“Here you go, Y/N! OH MY GOSH! SHOOT! SHOOT! AND SCORE! YES Y/N!”

“Harry! How could you leave her wide open?” Sam complained.

“Don’t be blaming me! Common. Let’s start it up again. We can get them this time,” Harry said, putting the ball at the center of their makeshift field.

“Don’t push your luck, boys!” Y/N mocked, high fiving Paddy.

Harrison watched as the twins started off the next play and couldn’t help himself.

“Haz comes in from the sidelines! No one was expecting him! He steals the ball and GOAL!” Haz laughed as he took the ball from Sam and scored.

He ran around in circles before he huddled with Paddy and Y/N, scooping them into his arms to celebrate.

“WE WIN! WE WIN! WE WIN!” Y/N and Paddy chanted and laughed.  

Harrison loved this moment, even though Paddy was also in his embrace.

“Alright, winners. How about we celebrate with some dinner?” Nikki stated.

Paddy rushed to his mom’s  side, but Haz and Y/N sort of lingered in their embrace. Y/N had no idea what she was feeling, but she pulled away once she started feeling warmth. This was her best friend, plus she didn’t need any more complicated feelings.

“What’s for dinner, Mum?” Sam asked.

“Just this and that. Don’t worry, it’ll be good! Dad ordered out instead of cooking!”

Everyone couldn’t help but laugh at that and then run inside. Y/N went to go into her room to grab another cover-up when she passed Tom and now Jamie’s room.

“Tom. Why did you invite that girl?”

“She is one of my best friends. Why wouldn’t I invite her?”

“Isn't it weird to have a girl with your essentially all male family?”

“No. She gets along with everyone great. Besides, we are just friends. No one has ever had feelings for each other. So just relax a little bit, Jamie. Are we okay, babe?”

“Yeah, yeah. It should be fine.”

Y/N felt her heart sink after it had just started to rise again. Tom had never had any feelings for her. Ever. How had she been so stupid? With all of the feelings, she accidentally slammed her door and stood there grimacing, hoping that no one heard her.

*knock, knock, knock*

She knew it was too good to be true.

“Who is it?”

“You know who it is. Plus, it’s my room too...”

“Oh yeah. Come in,” Y/N whispered as she opened the door. “Did you hear that?”

“Well, yes. But, I was on my way in here anyways, love. You weren’t that loud.”

“Okay…that’s good,” Y/N sighed as she slid down onto the floor.

“Hey, hey, hey! I thought we were doing better today. Why don’t you come out and eat some dinner. Then we can take a walk along the beach and maybe watch those Hawaiian stars that you love. How’s that sound?”

Y/N couldn’t help but let the corners of her lips turn up into a smile, “Thanks, Haz. How do you always know what to do?”

“Just because I know you, darlin’. Now, let’s go.”

Y/N followed Haz out of their room and into the kitchen.

“There you two are!” Tom beamed, “Come sit down so we can eat some of this delicious Hawaiian, Chinese takeout!” he laughed.

Y/N was able to get through dinner without any more meltdowns and even better, the next few days were some of the best of her life. She only felt depressed about Tom a few times, but each time, Haz was there to cheer her up. Tom, on the other hand, saw the two spending a lot of time together, sometimes seeing the way Haz would look at Y/N. Although, he was jealous of the time his two best friends spent together and that was really starting to show through with Jamie.

“Tom, Tom! Tommy! Are you paying attention to me?” Jamie snapped as Tom watched Harrison and Y/N in the tidepools, picking up aquatic life.

“Yeah, babe. I am, I am. What were you saying?”

“You aren’t listening! You’re staring at Y/N again. I thought you never had any feelings for her?!”

“I didn’t…I mean, I don’t! My friends are just spending a lot of time together, without me.”

“Well, you’re with me, so isn’t that fine?”

“I don’t know. I guess.”

“TOM!” Jamie yelled before stomping off inside.

Tom followed her inside, and Harrison and Y/N watched the two dash off.

“Think he needed her that badly?” Y/N giggled, finally feeling a little bit better and like she was moving on.

Things were pretty calm for a while in the Hawaiian ocean, until Y/N heard the slamming of a car door.

“What’s that?”

“Jamie! Jamie!” they heard Tom call, “Ah. Whatever. Fuck it!”

Harrison and Y/N saw Tom come around the corner of the house and stomp towards the beach.

“Tom?” Y/N called, “What’s wrong?”

“Ah, it’s fucking nothing. Jamie got mad or whatever and just stormed off,” Tom waved it off.

“Why did she get mad?” Haz asked genuinely.

“She thought that I had feelings or whatever for Y/N and was all pissed that I had invited her, even though Y/N was here first. I told her she was crazy! Y/N is my best friend! I couldn’t have feelings for her! We are like brother and sister!”

And there it was. The last dagger in Y/N’s heart. The one that she felt was breaking it into a million, no a billion pieces. She couldn’t stand here anymore and listen to the person she thought was the love of her life rip her heart out and stomp all over it. She stood up from the sand and ran. She didn’t know where she was going, but hoped that it would get to the opposite side of the island, somewhere where no one could feel or hear her heart shattering.

“What’s wrong with her?” Tom asked cluelessly.

“Are you serious, you div?”

“What?”

“You made that girl fall so hard for you by giving her so much time and attention and never even thought to look at her like the beautiful girl that she is. You strung her along, pulled her into your charm, and left her clinging onto every word or touch that you’ve given her. You only looked at her as a fun person to be around and didn’t see the most beautiful, passionate, funny, bubbly, dedicated, and smart girl in the entire world,” Haz said.

“Haz. What the fuck? You talk about her like you’re in love with her.”

“How would you know what that sounds like?” Harrison shouts.

“BECAUSE I WAS AND HAVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH HER!” Tom yelled even louder.

“No you fucking haven’t. If you were, you would’ve done something. She is a once in a lifetime type of girl.”

“I was never good enough for her! How could anyone be good enough for her? She’s perfect! But, you’re in love with her too…aren’t you?” Tom said, finally lowering his voice, “I can see how you look at her…”

“Yeah. I am. I have been falling for her since the moment we saw her in that pub.”

“Well, same. But what can we do about it?”

“I guess we should go find her first? Huh? I can’t stand here and think about her crying somewhere…” Haz trailed off.

“Okay, let’s go,” Tom said, trying to follow Y/N’s footsteps.

“Why did you get a girlfriend if you were in love with her?” Haz had to ask.

“I needed to find something to take my mind off her, but as you two got closer and closer together, I couldn’t stop thinking about her…”

“Then, there is probably something that you need to know before we find her,” Haz sighed.

Tom stopped, curious about what his best friend had to say.

“I was, kinda, sorta, helping her get her mind off of you.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s been in love with you, but you were too blind to see it. She’s been crazy about you. So, when she obviously chooses you, I’ll try my best not to look upset because she doesn’t know that I’m in love with her.”

“She does? But, she doesn’t?” Tom tried to  wrap his mind around all of the hidden feelings being told to him. “How do you know that she’s going to pick me? You’ve been there for her all week and probably every time I was an idiot. You should tell her how you feel.”

“I can’t…because…well, I’ve known her feelings for a while. I can’t take away the moment that would make her so happy…That moment where the one she loves tells her that he loves her too. I’m not going to get that from her…I’m just her best friend.” Harrison hung his head, trying to accept what he was saying.

Tom didn’t get to respond before they saw Y/N sitting at the water line a little ways further. Tom was going to tell Harrison to be the one to talk to her, but she looked over and saw them before he had the chance. She wiped her eyes and turned to the side in hopes that they maybe, possibly didn’t see her. She knew that was too good to be true.

“Y/N! Hey, hey, hey. Stop that…” Haz said as the two boys ran the rest of the distance and sat down on either side of her.

Harrison cupped her face, wiped the rest of the tears, and then pulled her into his chest. By this point in their friendship, he knew how to comfort her.

“Y/N?” Tom whispered.

She lifted her head up from Harrison’s chest, “What?”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t actually mean any of those things. I just couldn’t let her think that I had feelings for you. She was my girlfriend.”

“If you didn’t mean them, then why did you have to say them to me?”

“Because he actually is in love with you,” Haz piped up.

“Haz, no…” Tom tried to interject.

“And he should know that you love him too. You two want each other and should be together. I’ll leave you be for a bit, but not too long…”

Y/N tried to stop Harrison from leaving, but he had already made up his mind. He wanted the girl he loved to be happy. And he knew that his best friend would be the happiest guy in the world if he had the chance to be with a girl like that.

“Tom? Is what he said true?” Y/N asked once Haz walked a distance away.

“Well, yeah. It is. I’ve been falling for you since I met you, but you were and still are too good for me. You’re really going places. I can’t get in the way of that…” Tom tried to explain, hoping all of the words would come, “but…I can’t come here and confess all my feelings, expect you to run into my arms, and not tell you something else…”

Y/N looked at Tom confused.

“I’ve been an utter and complete jerk on numerous occasions, but there was someone who was always there for you, love. Harrison has. Do you know why he does all of that?”

“Because he’s my best friend?”

“Well, that and because he’s also in love with you,” Tom finished.

“No he isn’t! Well, he was…but he told me earlier this week that those feelings are all gone.”

“Y/N. He has watched you fall for me as he fell for you. He watched the person he loves, love someone else and has never said a word…”

“Oh shit…” Y/N said cutting off Tom because she thought of her words to Harrison just a few days earlier, “Tom…I have been a total jerk to Harrison. Shit! I messed things up so badly!”

“What do you mean?” Tom asked, genuinely curious.

“I can’t really explain because it makes me look terrible and I just have to find him,” Y/N blurted out, standing up.

Tom felt his chances with this amazing girl with the E/C eyes begin to fade away until she leaned down and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Thank you for telling me everything. How you feel, how Harrison feels, and apologizing, but I really have to go find him. Maybe we can talk about this a little more later?” Y/N asked before running off.

“Yeah, okay,” Tom essentially whispered.

He wanted her, he wanted her to be his so badly. He was so stuck on what to feel. This whole thing was a mess. He didn’t want to hurt his best friend. But he didn’t want to lose either person. So, as Y/N ran down the beach, Tom just sat there and tried to come up with something to do.

“Haz?” Y/N said as she knocked on her shared door with Harrison.

“I’m not in here!” Haz called.

“Good try,” Y/N chuckled as she walked in. Now was time for her second hard conversation in one day. “Can I talk to you?”

“Always, darlin’. Where’s Tom? He hasn’t picked you up and carried you into the sunset yet?”

“Haz…” Y/N tilted her head, feeling bad for the boy.

“Why are you here is all I mean to say. No. No. No. Not that, why aren’t you with him?”

“He told me…everything,” Y/N said, trying to gage Harrison’s reaction.

“Hence why he should be carrying you off into the sunset,” Haz scoffed.

“No, Haz. Everything…”

Haz picked his head up, but wasn’t sure whether to be worried or hopeful.

“You told me that you didn’t have any feelings for me anymore…”

“You were feeling so hurt. I couldn’t let you have any more pain or worry in your life. You were so down.”

“Why are you always so sweet to me Haz?”

“Because it’s what you deserve. It’s how everyone should treat you,” Haz said, finally meeting Y/N’s eyes.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that you loved me?”

“For the same reason you didn’t tell Tom that you loved him.”

“Oh…I see…”

“So, why are you here?”

“I…I…I don’t know. I just couldn’t stop thinking about how rude I was to you a few days ago. I didn’t think about what I was saying…”

“Common! Don’t be so hard on yourself! You had no idea! I didn’t tell you!”

“No, Haz. Stop! It was terrible…I was terrible…”

“You could be the worst person in the whole world and I would still think that you’re the best,” Haz chuckled.

“Haz? What do we do from here?” Y/N dared to ask.

“I don’t know love. I honestly don’t know.”

Y/N couldn’t help but lay her head on Harrison’s shoulder and just enjoy being in his presence.

She didn’t know what to do. She was also super confused now. She loved both of these boys, but she didn’t know what feeling went with which boy.

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Title: Who’s Gonna Pick You Up? Collaborator Name: ceealaina Card Number: 3088 Link: AO3 Square Filled: T4 - First Date Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate universe - no powers Summary: In a world where Tony is less playboy and more awkward nerd, he's mostly bored and lonely now that he's graduated from MIT and Rhodey's off on his Air Force adventures. Agreeing to a blind date with Ty Stone doesn't turn out to be his best plan, but luckily Nat's there to save to day. (And even more luckily, she's got a cute brother and Tony is just his type.) Word Count: 5200

All Natasha had wanted was a cup of coffee, and an hour to herself.

Bucky and Clint and Sam had been driving her crazy all day, starting when she had woken up and gone downstairs only to find dregs in the coffee pot and Clint’s dirty underwear on the kitchen counter. 

The morning went downhill from there. She loved her adopted brother and the two dumb idiots they lived with, but sometimes the three of them could get on her last nerve. This was one of those times. So after narrowly avoiding getting shot in the foot with an arrow (long story) she had grabbed a book and headed for the coffee shop on the corner for some peace and quiet. 

And for about fifteen minutes, she’d had it. 

Which, of course, was when Smarmy Assholes 1 and 2 had walked in. 

Natasha read people. She couldn’t help it; it was just something she did. So as soon as they passed through the door, she couldn’t help cataloguing them. And when they snagged a table near her, she couldn’t help eyeing them over the top of her book, keeping an ear out for what they had to say. It was somehow even grosser than she’d expected. 

“It’s not like I want to,” the taller guy was saying. “But he’s Tony Stark. I get in with him and I’ll have business connections for the next few decades -- not that I’d even have to work, with all the money I’d be getting out of him. I just have to suck it up for a bit, turn on the charm, make him fall in love with me. It’s not like it will be hard.”

“Still,” his friend said. “You’ve seen him, Ty. All quiet and shy and… Weird. Seems all needy, too. I’ve heard he’s only got like, one friend, and he’s off with the Navy or something. He’ll be following you around like a lost puppy.” 

“Can't be worse than you, Justin,” Ty retorted, making Justin flush and look away. “Anyway,” he continued. “Needy can be good.” He smirked then, a look that Nat knew entirely too well, and her fists clenched as she fought the urge to punch him in the face. “It’ll be so easy to talk him into anything I want. And he’ll be so busy falling over himself trying to please me, he probably won’t even care who else I’m screwing on the side.”

Justin was smirking too now. “Get some good blackmail pics and you’ve got him for good.”

Natasha quietly seethed. These two chucklefucks were practically twirling moustaches they were so gross. It was a little ridiculous, like they’d gone to the same school of cartoon villainy, but she was having none of it. She was just considering the best way the traumatize them for life when the bell over the door rang, catching her attention. She looked over to see a slight man walk in, about twenty years old. His hair was a mess of dark curls that he kept pushing out of his face, and he was just a little too dressed up for a cafe -- fitted pants offset with a Van Halen tee and a sports jacket. There was a streak of grease or engine oil on his forearm that he apparently hadn’t noticed, and he was looking around for someone, a little nervous but mostly looking pleased and hopeful in a way that made Natasha’s heart clench. 

A quick glance over showed that Justin and Ty were still plotting to kick puppies or whatever, and, making a split second decision, Nat hopped to her feet and headed for the door. 

“Tony?” she asked, carefully aligning herself to block him from their view. When he turned at the sound of her voice, she gave him a bright, disarming smile. “Hi! I’m Tasha. I think you’re here to meet me?”

“T-Tasha?” he repeated, looking confused for a minute. “I... But Obie said... I thought...” He stammered a minute, looking flustered, and Natasha waited patiently. 

“Is everything okay?”

He seemed to get a hold of himself again, giving her a bright smile, hopeful like before. “Yes, sorry. I think I got your... name wrong. I was a bit distracted when Obie was telling me about you.” He held out his hand. “I’m Tony... but then, I guess you already know that.” He laughed a little, a self deprecating note in it as his cheeks flushed a little. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Natasha adored him already. 

“You too,” she told him, returning his handshake and then shifting to give him a kiss on the cheek. His blush deepened and he gave her a shy look from under ridiculously thick eyelashes. “Come on,” she told him. “I’ve got a table by the window.” Nat wasn’t a tall woman, but even in her heeled boots Tony was barely a couple inches taller than her. She put her arm around him, steering him towards her table and carefully keeping him out of sight of Ty and Justin as she did. 

Tony winced as he pulled his chair without a loud screech, giving a nervous little laugh.. “Sorry,” he mumbled, casting a quick glance around to see if anyone had noticed. 

Natasha just shrugged and grinned at him. “Happens to me all the time,” she assured him, lying through her teeth.

He gave her a dry look. “Somehow I doubt that,” he said, catching her eye with a wry grin. “You look like you’ve never been embarrassed a day in your life.” 

Natasha straightened a little. He had spark; she liked that. 

They made small talk for a few minutes, Tony getting himself a black coffee and sighing happily at his first sip. He made vague mentions of the project he was working on without giving any real details. The way he spoke suggested that Ty already knew what he did for a living, and so Tasha played along, smiling encouragingly when he went off on a tangent. 

“Sorry,” he flushed when he realized he had been talking about robotics for ten minutes, chewing at his lip as he looked at her with soft eyes. 

“It’s alright,” Natasha told him genuinely. “I mean, I only understood about half of what you said, but you obviously love it. Your entire face lit up. It’s a good look on you.” 

Tony grinned wide, flushing again. “Thanks,” he mumbled, ducking his head toward the table. “And, um. Thanks for doing this.” He looked up at her again from under his eyelashes, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck. “I don’t really do this a lot,” he admitted. “I was really, uh. I was glad, when Obie said you wanted to meet me. This is... I’ve been having a fun time.” 

Natasha arched an eyebrow at him. “Come on,” she teased. “You’re gorgeous. I don’t believe you don’t have all the boys and girls lining up around the block to take you out.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, fighting back the pleased smile creeping over his face. “Well. I‘m also a giant nerd with the unfortunate habit of talking about engineering and math for way too long.” He bit his lip as he gave her a grin. “Most kids go through the awkward dating stage at fourteen, but I guess I gotta do it now, since I was kind of busy studying at MIT then.” 

“Fourteen?” Natasha repeated, incredulous, and realized her mistake when Tony frowned, like he’d expected her to know that. “Sorry,” she said quickly. “I just... didn’t realize it was quite that young.” 

“Oh. Yeah.” Tony flushed again, dropping his gaze to the table and picking at his napkin for a moment. “That’s not a problem, is it?” he asked making eye contact for a brief moment before his gaze skittered over to the corner. “Sometimes it freaks people out,” he added in a mumble, and Natasha felt like punching something at the hurt in his voice.

“Not a problem at all,” she assured him, curling her hand over his on the table. Tony positively beamed, his entire face lighting up, and it was at that moment that Nat noticed Ty out of the corner of her eye, frowning at them speculatively. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath, watching as he leaned over and said something to Justin, who turned to face them too. 

Tony’s smile flickered. “Is something wrong?”

“No, I just...” Natasha trailed off, weighing her options. 

Ty was absolutely the type to make a scene, and if he embarrassed Tony in front of the entire cafe, she would definitely kick his ass. But ideally, she would get Tony out of here before it had the chance to get that far. Which left her with two options: She could give him a sweet brush off, let him think it was her — but she’d known Tony for less than an hour, and already knew he would blame himself for it — or she could confess. 

Hoping she wasn’t making a mistake, she drew in a slow breath. “I need to tell you something.” 

Mirroring her body language, Tony leaned in close over the table. “Okay,” he told her. “Is everything alright? Is there something I can help with?” 

“No,” she admitted. “The thing is, you didn’t have my name wrong. I’m not actually your date.” 

Tony’s eyebrows drew into a confused frown, head tilting to the side. “I don’t understand.”

Natasha made a face. “You were expecting to meet a dude, right? Named Ty?” At Tony’s slow nod, she tilted her chin to the far corner. “He’s over there — don’t look!” she added sharply. 

“I don’t understand,” Tony repeated. “Is this like... Did he send you here to make sure I was legit or something? Because... I mean, he knows Obie. Ty is the one who asked to go out with me?” 

“No, I know. Tony... Ty is a complete dillweed, and you can do so much better. I overheard him talking about you before you got here. He’s an asshole. He just wants to use you, and...” She watched as Tony sank back in his seat, eyes shuttering. “When you came in, I put it together that you were his date and so I intervened before he could see you,” she finished softly. 

“Oh,” Tony said softly. He wasn’t looking at her at all now, focusing intently on the coffee menu over Nat’s shoulder. There was a red tinge to his cheeks, and Natasha saw his jaw working as he clenched his teeth before chewing on the skin around his thumb. “Okay,” he said, and she could hear the hitch in his voice. He offered a weak smile, still not looking at her. “I guess I should have known. Cute guy wanting to go out with me? Probably should have been suspicious when he hadn’t even met me yet.” 

“Tony...”

He met her eyes for a minute, his own shimmering slightly. “Anyway, I should go,” he mumbled, moving to collect his wallet. 

“No, you don’t have to,” Natasha told him quickly, curling her hand over his wrist again. “Or well, we should probably leave before he comes over, but... you don’t have to go. We can hang out somewhere else.” 

Tony yanked his hand away from her. “Thanks for looking out for me, or whatever,  but I don’t need your pity date,” he told her, and it sounded harsh but she could still hear the hurt in his voice. 

Natasha arched an eyebrow at him, leaning back and folding her arms across her chest. “Do I look like a woman who does pity?” she asked dryly, and Tony stopped at that because, well... No, she didn’t. “Yes, okay, I wanted to rescue you from the worst first date ever. But I wouldn’t have stayed if i didn’t genuinely enjoy talking to you, Tony. You’re hilarious, and brilliant, and adorable to boot. And believe me, if I wasn’t a fully committed lesbian, I’d probably be trying to lure you to my bed as I speak.” 

Tony snorted despite himself at that. “Lesbian, huh?” he asked, finally meeting her eyes again. 

“Yup,” Natasha drawled. “But don’t worry, it’s not you, it’s me.” 

Tony rolled his eyes at that, a hint of a smile curling across his face. 

“Look, it’s about time I head home anyway, before someone burns down the house. Why don’t you come home with me? You can meet all my friends... They’re gonna love you, I know it.” 

“Home with you?” Tony repeated. He arched an eyebrow. “That sounds... unsavory. Thought you were supposed to be a lesbian.” 

He was tempted though, Nat could see it, and she grinned. “I am. But don’t worry, if you wanna be unsavored, I’ve got a brother, and you’re just his type.”

Tony giggled at that, and Nat grinned back at him, easy and bright. 

“Come on, Tony. I’m sorry about Ty, but he’s an absolute asshole, and you’re much better off without him. Come meet some real friends.” 

He scrubbed at the back of his neck. “Yeah, alright,” he agreed, giving her a soft smile. “Why not? I’d like to meet your friends.” 

Natasha’s smile grew. “Outstanding,” she declared. “Do you want to grab a coffee to - oh, for fuck’s sake.” 

“What?” Tony asked. “What’s-?” He cut himself off as two men approached the table, and the look on Nat’s face made it pretty obvious who they were. 

“Tony?” Ty demanded. 

“Uh, yeah?” 

Ty looked back and forth between Tony and Natasha, his eyes narrowing. “It’s me. Ty.” 

Tony caught Natasha’s eye and then blinked up at Ty blankly. “Ty who?” 

Ty looked like he was seething now. “Ty Stone.” He gave Natasha a dirty look. “Your date.” 

Tony just gave him a bland smile. “Sorry, never heard of you,” he said, before turning back to Natasha. 

“What do you mean, you’ve never heard of me? Our fathers worked together! Obadiah Stane set up this date.” 

There was a heavy sigh from Tony, who didn’t bother looking back up at Ty. “Darling,” he said to Natasha, and oh boy he was laying it on thick but Ty didn’t seem to have noticed. “Shall we go?” 

Natasha beamed back at him, taking the hand he held out to her and letting him help her to her feet. “Of course,” she agreed, moving around the table. “Excuse me,” she added, when Ty blocked her path. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Ty asked. “There’s clearly been some kind of misunderstanding” 

“No misunderstanding,” Tony told him. “Obviously you’ve made some kind of mistake.” He made a show of looking Ty up and down. “But I’m definitely not here to see you,” he added, and Nat could have applauded. 

Ty looked like he wasn’t giving up though, and so there was nothing else for Natasha to do except to pretend to trip against him and gracefully slam her fist into his stomach. 

“Darling,” she said to Tony, letting him take her arm and lead her out the door while Ty was still trying to recover his breath. 

They made it around the corner before Tony burst out laughing, almost doubling up with the force of it. “Okay, that was kind of fun,” he admitted, and Nat grinned back at him.

“What was that you were saying about having no social skills?” she teased. “You can bullshit with the best of them, so you’re already halfway there. And that means you’re going to fit in with us wonderfully. Now come on, before he decides to follow us.” 

Tony hesitated a minute. “You don’t, I mean... this more than made up for the shitty first date I would have had. You don’t actually have to make all your friends meet me. I’m kind of a lot for most people.” 

Natasha just rolled her eyes, grabbing his wrist in a surprisingly strong grip and pulling him down the street behind her. “You haven’t met ‘a lot’ until you’ve met these assholes,” she told him. “They’re going to love you, I promise. Besides,” she added over her shoulder. “I wasn’t kidding about my brother. James would never forgive me if I told him about you and didn’t bring you home for him to meet.” 

Tony flushed pink at that, but didn’t argue further.

It started to rain when they were almost there, a sudden surprise downpour, and they ran the last block to Nat’s house. Tony was laughing, apparently not bothered, which was good because they weren’t fast enough to avoid getting completely soaked. 

“Hey, assholes!” Natasha hollered loudly as they passed through the front door, making a face as she peeled off her drenched jacket. “I’m home! And I brought a friend!” 

Tony grinned to himself at that, flushing a little when he caught Nat’s eye. “Um. I’m kind of dripping on your floor,” he pointed out, holding his leather jacket open to reveal his now-transparent white t-shirt. Natasha just shrugged. 

“They’ve seen worse,” she promised him. “But we’ll find you something dry to wear. Hello? Anybody home?”

“Jesus Tasha,” as masculine voice answered. “You get lost on your way to the kitchen? What the hell are you screaming… for...” 

Tony had been distracted by his t-shirt, pulling it away with his chest with a wet squelching sound, and looked up as the voice trailed off. He blinked at the man coming out of a room a few feet down the hall, all sharp blue eyes and broad chest and thighs. He was quite possibly the hottest person Tony had ever seen, and Tony gave him a tentative wave and a smile. “Hi,” he offered. 

“Hey,” the newcomer replied, still staring at Tony before he promptly walked into a wall. 

“Oh shit!” Tony cried, instinctively moving toward him while Natasha snorted with laughter. “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” The stranger waved him off gruffly. “I’m fine.” 

“Tony,” Natasha interrupted, giggling from the stairs. “This is my brother, James.” 

“Oh,” Tony said, and then clued in to what she had said and his eyes widened. “Oh!” He rubbed at the back of his neck, shy and adorable. “Um, hi James. I’m Tony.” 

He offered his hand out tentatively, and James took it with a quirk to his lips, and a grip that made Tony a little weak in the knees. 

“Bucky,” he told him. “Everyone calls me Bucky, it’s just Tasha who refuses to.” 

“Because it’s a stupid nickname,” Natasha replied easily. It sounded like an argument they’d had a million times over, and Tony grinned as he listened to their easy banter, missing Rhodey like crazy for a minute. 

Before he could get too bummed out, there were footsteps clomping down the stairs, and a blond man with ridiculously large arms (seriously, Tony was going to start getting a complex if he stayed here too long) slid past Natasha. He arched an eyebrow at Tony. 

“Oh hey!” he said, his voice just a little too loud. “Another puppy!” 

Without waiting for a response, he headed down the hall to the kitchen while Tony blinked at him. “I”m not a puppy,” he protested, getting a laugh from Bucky. The newcomer ignored him, and Tony frowned a little, because that seemed unnecessarily rude. 

“Ignore him,” Bucky told him warmly. “He’s deaf. He’s…” He grabbed a tennis ball off the side table and launched it down the hall, hitting Blondie square in the back. 

“Ow!” he hollered, turning to stare at them. "What the fuck?” 

“Hey asshole!” Bucky retorted, enunciating a little more clearly so he could read his lips. “Where are your hearing aids?” 

Blondie made a face. “They broke again. Cheap Hammertech.” 

Tony looked horrified. “HammerTech? No wonder they're broken.” Bucky snorted at that, and Tony gave him a quick smile before following his lead and turning back to the other man so he could read his lips. “Let me see them? I bet I can make them better.” 

“What?” He looked at Tony like he was nuts. “I’m not giving you my aids to play with, no way. You’ll break them, and they’re my only pair.” 

He moved off down the hall toward the kitchen, leaving Tony spluttering after him. “I wouldn’t break them!” he protested. “And they’re already broken!!” 

“Ignore him,” a new voice said, repeating Bucky’s instructions. “Clint’s just pissed I beat him at MarioKart.” 

Tony turned to face the newcomer who smiled at him warmly, and actually moved to shake Tony’s hand. “I’m Sam, nice to meet you.” 

“Tony,” he answered, beaming wide. Sam grinned back, and then looked over at Natasha. 

“New puppy, huh?” he asked. 

Tony stared at him and, although he probably wasn’t aware of it, actually pouted, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m not a puppy!” He glared at Natasha. “I thought you said your friends were nice.” 

“I said they’d like you, not that they were nice,” Natasha offered with a smirk. 

“Don’t take it personal,” Sam assured him, patting him on the shoulder. 

“Tasha’s always bringing home strays,” Clint added from the kitchen doorway, his hearing aids apparently working again. “Starting with Bucky and including all of us.” He frowned then, poking at his left ear. “Aww, hearing aids,” he whined, pulling them out again. 

“Okay, seriously.” Tony set off down the hall after him, apparently over his shyness in the face of potential engineering. “Give them to me. I can fix them, I promise.” 

Natasha, Bucky, and Sam all watched him go. “Where’d you find him?” Sam asked when they’d disappeared, grinning as they heard the echoes of Tony trying to convince Clint to let him fix his hearing aids. 

“At the coffee shop,” Natasha offered primly. “What?” she added, at the look Sam and Bucky shared. “I can’t make friends?” She rolled her eyes at them. “He was heading into the worst date ever, so I rescued him. Don’t look at me like that.” 

They all looked down the hall as they heard Tony’s voice raise again, Clint’s following suit, and Bucky grinned. “I like him,” he declared, before narrowing his eyes at the smirk on Natasha’s face. 

“Yeah,” she said dryly. “Thought you might.” She and Sam waggled their eyebrows at him ridiculously, and Bucky huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“And I hate you. Both of you,” he informed them, stomping off down the hall. 

Sam snorted as he watched him go, glancing over at Nat. “You are a menace.” 

“I do my best,” she told him with a wink, dashing up the stairs to change into some dry clothes. When she returned to the kitchen, it was to find that Tony had, in fact talked Clint into letting him tinker with the hearing aids in question. He was sitting at their rickety kitchen table poking at them with a screwdriver that he'd apparently pulled from his pocket. Tony was completely focused on the machinery in his hands, tongue poking out between his teeth as he concentrated while Clint sat across from him, staring with a critical eye. Sam was watching the whole scene with amusement, and Bucky had pulled some bread from the fridge and was making toast, pretending not to be sneaking little glances at Tony every three seconds.

“Hey, Tony,” she said, snapping him out of his stupor. “You must be frozen, huh?” 

“Oh.” Tony glanced down at his arms and blinked, apparently just now noticing the goosebumps on his arms. “Uh, yeah. I guess.” 

Natasha beamed and moved over to Bucky, bumping her hip against his and raising her eyebrows. “Hey James, why don’t you lend Tony some clothes, hmm? Then we can pop his clothes in the dryer. Don’t want him catching cold.” 

Bucky’s eyes widened and he glanced over at Tony, since Natasha wasn’t even trying to be subtle, but the other man had already delved back into working on the hearing aids. “I hate you,” he muttered, abandoning his toast and stomping off to get Tony some clothes. Natasha caught Sam’s eye over the table and shared a grin with him.

He returned just as Tony was sliding the hearing aids back across the table to Clint, looking all pleased and fidgeting in expectation. “Go on. Try them!”

Still looking suspicious, Clint positioned them in his ears. “Okay, what’s the big--” He cut himself off at the sound of his own voice. “Holy shit. What the…” He pointed wildly at Sam, across the room. “Say something!” 

Sam raised his hands helplessly. “What do you want me to say?” 

“Holy shit!” Clint said again. He stared at Tony incredulously. “How did you… These aren’t just fixed, they’re like ten times better than they were.” 

Tony beamed, looking absolutely delighted. “It’s just kind of… What I do.” Then he yelped as Clint hauled him out of his seat, physically lifting him off the ground and wrapping him in a back-cracking bear hug. 

“Thank you,” he told him sincerely, and Tony flushed as he planted a kiss square on his cheek. Then he was depositing him on the ground and heading off down the hall. 

“Hey,” Bucky yelped as Clint practically shoved him into the shower in his haste. “Where the hell are you going?” 

“Outside!” Clint hollered back over his shoulder. “Gonna go listen to some birds!”

Bucky shook his head. “Weirdo,” he muttered affectionately, catching Tony’s eye and getting a grin out of him. 

“Cute and useful,” Sam teased, “We should keep him, huh Buck? Wanna do our microwave next? Hasn’t been the same since Bucky and Clint got drunk and tried to make s’mores in it.” 

“Jesus,” Bucky muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Okay, I don’t think Tony is here to fix our shit.” 

“Aww,” Natasha teased, voice dry. “Look at you, coming to his rescue.” 

“I don’t mind,” Tony added, looking back and forth between them with eyes that were just a little too sharp. “Seriously, I love this shit. And it’s a microwave, it’s not like it’s hard.” 

Bucky stared at him, a little awed; he’d always been a sucker for intelligent men. “Still,” he muttered. Shifting when he realized he was still staring, Bucky held out the t-shirt and sweatpants he’d wrangled. “Here,” he offered. “If you wanna change.” 

Tony’s lips twitched, as he took the clothes in question, giving Bucky a quick once over. “I don’t know how well they’re going to fit, but thanks.”

When Tony had disappeared down the hall to the bathroom to change, Bucky whirled on Nat and Sam. “Stop,” he hissed, cautious of his voice carrying. “You two are about as subtle as a freight train. You’re gonna freak him out.” 

Nat and Sam shared another look, and gave him identical grins, which was just creepy. 

“No idea what you’re talking about,” Natasha told him sweetly, sliding past him to the sink. “Coffee, anyone?” 

“I mean it, Tasha! Stop trying to meddle in my love life.” 

“Oh ho ho.” This was Sam, arms folded across his chest as he waggled his eyebrows at Bucky. “So you admit there is some romance happening here.”

“I didn’t say that!” Bucky insisted. “Also, stop doing that with your eyebrows, you look fucking stupid.” Sam didn’t stop, and Bucky groaned, slumping down in a chair at the table. “I’m moving out.” 

“Why would you want to move out?” Tony asked suddenly from behind him. “This place is awesome.” 

Bucky turned around to say… something, but his brain shorted out at the sight of Tony in his clothes. They were a little loose on him but fit better than expected, and he looked adorable as shit, especially with one wayward curl ignoring all his attempts to brush it out of his eye. 

“Ignore him,” Sam told him, smirking at Bucky knowingly. “He threatens to move out every other day, and yet we’re still stuck with him, so I wouldn’t take him seriously.” He kicked out the chair opposite to Bucky. “Now come sit down, have some coffee, tell us about yourself. What’s your favourite colour, favourite food… favourite movie?” 

Tony looked amused as he settled into the offered seat, grinning wide when Natasha slid a fresh mug of coffee across the table to him. “Uhh. Red, cheeseburgers, and.. Right now, probably Repo Man?” 

“No shit,” Sam drawled, sharing another look with Nat when Tony closed his eyes in delight at the first sip of his coffee. “That’s Buck’s favourite movie too. Won’t shut up about it. Watches it every week.”

“I…” Bucky sent him a murderous glare. “I don’t watch it every week,” he protested in a mutter. “It’s just…”

“Ridiculous, right?” Tony offered, “But also like you can’t look away from it?” 

Bucky grinned at him. “You know, Fox Harris couldn’t drive a car, and the first day of filming he drove into a bridge?” 

Tony’s eyes lit up at this factoid, and then they were sharing weird facts about the movie, and then sci fi movies in general. Neither of them noticed Sam and Nat slipping out of the room, Sam setting some strategic lighting on his way out. The longer they talked the more Tony seemed to loosen up, alternating between leaning back in his chair and then shifting forward again, unconsciously moving into Bucky’s space. He was a mouthy little shit too, once he got going, dry and sarcastic, and pointing triumphantly to accentuate his point. His whole face lit up when he got started on something, and Bucky kind of couldn’t stop staring at him. 

Their coffee was almost gone before Bucky looked up, frowning when he took in the empty kitchen. “Where did Sam and Nat go?” 

Tony blinked, following his gaze, and then they met each other’s eyes, coming to a realization at the same time. 

“Is this…” Tony ducked his head a little, momentarily slipping back into shyness and giving Bucky a soft little smile. Bucky’s heart skipped a beat. “Did they set us up on a coffee date?”

Bucky glanced down at the almost empty mug. “Guess so,” he admitted. “I’m gonna kill them,” he added without any real heat, grinning ruefully.

Tony shrugged. “I don’t know,” he told. He drew in a deep breath, cheeks flushing a little. “As first dates go, it wasn’t so bad. Beat my last one, definitely.” 

“Yeah?” Bucky caught his eye, watched the way Tony swallowed at the heated look he was giving him. Bucky couldn’t stop himself from leaning, curling his hands around Tony’s neck. Tony blinked up at him, eyes wide, and Bucky closed the distance between them, kissing him gently. 

For all his shyness, Tony was a good kisser and though it stayed relatively chaste, there was a soft brush of Tony’s tongue against his lips that sent little shivers of heat up Bucky’s spine. He pulled back, stroking his thumb over the thrum of Tony’s pulse in his neck, and Tony grinned back at him, open and wide and happy. 

“Then how would you feel about getting out of here and having a real date, where those assholes can’t spy on us?”

Tony laughed at that, eyes sparking in delight. “Can we make out a little more?” 

“Absolutely. Whatever you want, sweetheart.” 

“Then what the hell are we waiting for?”

@tonystarkbingo

[laniidae-passerine]

Okay, this may sound like a really weird au but imagine - a (platonic) Pushing Daisies au for Ruby Redfort.

Let me explain - if you don’t know, during 2007-2009, there was an amazing TV show called Pushing Daisies which was about a piemaker named Ned. Ned could bring things back to life for a minute just by touching them - if he didn’t touch them before the minute was up, they’d stay alive but somebody else in proximity would die in their place. A Private Investigator named Emerson Cod finds out about Ned’s ability by accident, and the two start working together - Ned using his abilities to revive the victim for a minute to ask who killed them/for clues and then touching them after the minute is up so they die again. Soon after, Ned revives his childhood sweetheart Chuck in order to solve her murder, but can’t bring himself to kill her, so he lets her live and hides her in his shop, the Pie Hole (as in, shut your). Another character is Olive Snook, Ned’s employee who is madly in love with him and deeply upset by the arrival of Chuck whom she presumes faked her death. Olive accidentally ends up befriending Chuck’s grieving aunts, Lily and Vivien. I’d really recommend watching the show if you can, but there is a fair amount of mild body horror and obviously talking corpses, although the aesthetic and charm of the show is fantastic! Anyway, I think in a PD!au for RR, the plot of the TV show wouldn’t really factor into the au nor would the characters really stay the same as it’s a platonic au - there might be romance, but not with the same ‘characters’ as in the show.  So here’s the idea - Ruby has the same powers as Ned and as a child realised the rules of her powers by testing them out (not through reviving one of her parents as in the show) and revived Bug, whom she can never touch again. Clancy is the only person to know about her powers as she confided in him as a child and her parents are absolutely unaware. One day, Ruby stumbles into what is most clearly a serious gunfight and watches in horror as a man gets shot in the chest and dies, his assailant running away with only a scarred eye. Ruby revives the man, who identifies himself as Hitch and while Ruby knows that she really shouldn’t let him live, he’s such a genuinely kind and nice person to her in that minute that she can’t bring herself to kill him - so she doesn’t (and one thieving Hogtrotter dies over in the alley nearby after robbing a jewelry store).  Hitch arrives at Ruby’s house after the Redforts have been robbed and pretends to be a butler, as he can’t go back to Spectrum without everyone finding out about Ruby’s powers. Unfortunately, Spectrum ends up scouting Ruby anyway and she has to work the case with them without anybody finding out that Hitch is still alive. Ultimaely, the plot would be the same as the books with only a few exceptions:

Spectrum doesn’t know Hitch is alive, so Ruby has to keep zipped about her zombie Butler/Agent while at work, occasionally slipping up and saying things that confuse LB and Blacker, things about Hitch that she couldn’t/shouldn’t know, e.g he plays clarinet to a Grade 7 degree.

Del is our Olive - the character who is in love with our Ned/Ruby and who is very suspicious of Hitch, this time not because of romantic rivalry (that would be weird and gross no thanks) but because she finds his whole backstory odd and his inability to touch Ruby - for example, he ‘refuses’ to rescue her from falling, his weird habit of saying ‘coming through’ when he enters a room with her in it, the fact that he sometimes wears a bell - is not normal, even for people who hate touch. Same with Olive however, she ends up befriending Chuck/Hitch’s family - meeting LB and Blacker and somehow becoming close to them - and believes that Hitch faked his death, a secret she only keeps for Ruby’s sake at first, although she warms up to the slightly eccentric butler. 

Ruby uses her powers to help solve the cases Spectrum is working on and often comes up with weird, complicated lies to explain to Del/LB and Blacker why she knows the things she knows, using her charm to get her out of tricky situations. 

A non Pushing Daisies plot point I want to add in is that LB actually isn’t that freaked out when she finds out about Ruby’s powers as Bradley Baker also had supernatural abilities. He recieved messages from animal objects that told him to do things like giving people objects back or going certain places, which he later realised were helping him solve Spectrum cases. When he and LB got together, he told her about it - side note, this is from Wonderfalls, another great TV program made by Bryan Fuller I recommend you watch!

That’s as much of the au as I have mapped out in my head, but I dunno, I think it’s pretty cute and I’m pretty fond of it! 

[blckthvrns]

Have you seen ATHENA BLACKTHORN? THEA is in SOPHOMORE year. The ACTING MAJOR is/are 20 years old & is a ARIES. People say SHE is/are OUTGOING, TENACIOUS, QUICK TEMPERED and CALCULATING. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE CONVINCED HER HISTORY PROFESSOR TO LEAVE HIS WIFE FOR HER, AND THEN LEFT HIM.

(repost for the new acct, she hasn’t changed she’s still awful)

❣ . STATISTICS

name : Athena Rosaline Blackthorn

nicknames: Thea, T, Thena

age : twenty

school year : sophomore

major : acting / film studies

date of birth : 2nd april

zodiac sign : aries

sexuality : pansexual

+ traits : outgoing, tenacious

- traits : quick tempered, calculating

❣. PERSONALITY :

Thea is outgoing to a fault, the first to raise her hand in a lecture and one of the last lingering at the end of class, chatting to her classmates.

thrives being in calloway, loves the elitism of it all, the romanticism of secret letters and iron clad gates of society secrets.

a mix between cher horowitz, blair waldorf, veronica sawyer & a hint of eve polastri

likes who she likes and hates who she doesn’t, always one to veer sharply one way or the other. Indifference isn’t something she often feels towards people, though it’s usually due to the fact that to her, it means they’re just plain forgettable.

can be incredibly easy to get along with when she wants to be, insufferable the next.

probably considered more often than not a drama queen by most, one of those out there acting majors who craves a spotlight and a table to dance on.

❣. BACKGROUND :

Athena is one of quite a few blackthorn children, all born to leander and apollonia blackthorn. She and her brother were born together on a cloudy night in early April, Thea born first, desperate to make her way into the world with a wail of strong lungs and tenacity.

the blackthorns themselves have a bit of a tumultuous history, scarcely heard of before their rise into the ranks of the wealthy in 1921. Very Kennedy-esque, prominence now runs in their blood. But power and wealth always come at a cost.

Some call their family cursed, whether it be the will of a scorned witch or karmic justice balancing the world once more, living and loving as a blackthorn was never intended to be easy.

& while Thea doesn’t want to believe in the curse, it’s hard to ignore. Blackthorns die, or their loved ones die, it’s all one big circle of death and heartbreak and she can’t exactly deny it. If anything she points it out when it’s convenient to her, an excuse, a reason, a justification for behaviors she indulges in.

In her own mind, her version of the curse upon them is unforgivable. Is it a worse curse to lose the ones you love, or to never feel that grip of love to begin with? To never truly be lovable keeps her alive and well sure, but that chasm in her chest remains unfilled.

Growing up in a family where competition was as common as breathing made her stronger, if not smarter. Named after the goddess of war, to her it was a blood right. She learned to outwit to get what she wanted, what she lacked in stature or strength she had tenfold in wit and charm. Innocent eyes and a conniving little need to have her way. Her brother, while her other half, was all the heart, where she remained the head. It worked for her, in most ways.

went to a boarding school in europe for most of her early education, spending winter breaks and summers back in romania when she could.

Thea thrived on attention, and tried out a few hobbies and extracurriculars before acting became her passion. It was fun to her, to become other people with emotions and dreams so different from her own. It was fun seeing what those characters brought out in other people. If she didn’t like what she was given, she could shift, change, become someone better. Maybe just maybe, you never knew her at all. try again, look at the surface once more.

convinced her parents to allow her to attend of all things, a public school in manhattan. LaGuardia School of Music & Art to be exact, too many gossip girl fantasies interwoven with the knowledge of the stars its campus produced, she begged and pleaded and argued until she got her way. truly her biggest con to date.

Thea spent those years diving into becoming unending versions of herself. Took in the world around her, a city that never slept full of millions of souls to bare. She went out, partied, discovered, lived the life free of chains of her own making for once

The fact that she HERSELF was never discovered and whisked away to stardom she chalks up to another result of her curse. To be adored, but never truly loved. To be wanted, but never feel that love within herself for someone else. Was she unlovable, or just incapable of feeling it? She could scratch up every emotion under the moon in a second for performance. Anger, grief, passion. But love? Thea wasn’t sure she’d ever feel it.

She dated of course, various boys and girls at school or those whirlwind affairs on her summers home. But nothing ever lingered, ever stuck. She was always meant to be a little too much, yet never quite enough to hold on to. But the rush of feeling like someone’s entire universe was quickly an addiction.

Lust, was something else entirely. Lust was primal, immediate, and something she could cling to. She slept around and had her fun, but never let it linger, never stayed after to see whatever would soon cloud her partner’s gaze,

Coming to Yates was in part for the theatre department, but mostly for the whispers of the existence of the societies mentioned by her brothers. Call it a terrible fantasy, but visions of dark academia aesthetics and elite college life pulled her in. In her eyes her big break is still on the horizon, just a little further than anticipated.

Which brings us to last fall, her first year on campus. Met her history professor, noticed the way he couldn’t take his eyes off her. It was a new kind of thrill, having a weird sort of power over a grown man. He called her his ‘little goddess’ a term she found a bit condescending but whatever, the attention was devoted, almost reverent. It was easy to see how far she could stretch it, gifts he would give her, sweet nothings of their could be future if he just did something about it.

& After a while of doing nothing more than exchanging messages, having secret coffee dates out of town, he mentioned leaving his wife so they could start over, be the love story he envisioned them as.

That was when Thea realized what it would entail, how the rest of the little fairy tale would play out once the fun little scandal of it all faded. Doting housewife to a history professor, step mom to two teens who sounded already annoyingly perfect on paper. All mapped out. Gross, in summary. So he made his plans, and she made hers. Her plans left him in the dust, even as his divorce papers were signed sealed, delivered.

So she’s newly single-adjacent, though not sure where it’ll take her next. Her focus is back where it belongs on her and her alone, where she hopes it stays.

❣. HEADCANONS :

she loves being loved. It is a part of the reason she’s so quick to fall into another ‘role’ for others, tweak her words, expressions, make herself the most lovable version in their eyes. There has never been a moment where she’s felt it in return but to receive

Moments of adoration and appreciation fuel her like nothing else. She’s an actress, she needs applause and validation to live.

While her relationships with her siblings have always been incredibly complex in her eyes, her relationship with her twin brother is the one that’s faced the most hardship. Connected at the hip for their early years, incredibly distant in locations the rest, she wonders if he truly loves the person she’s turned into. If any of them are capable of loving who she is now.

she’s smart, genuinely very bright and just uses that fact for her own devices. Playing dumb might get her where she needs to be in some occasions, but she plays the long game. being named after a god of war is something that sticks with you after all.

watching terrible reality tv is her comfort, often spends half the show critiquing the wardrobe and the other half exclaiming how much better an option she’d be if it were her in their place.

loves to party, loves to drink, though drugs scare her. Something about the possibility of a complete loss of senses or control is something she’s never been able to repeat after a really bad trip back in new york.

drink of choice is fucking cosmo bc, carrie bradshaw.

❣. POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS :

a best friend! whether they met in new york or when she got to yates, someone who’s her ride or die friend who sees all of her shit and loves her despite it.

someone who is very much just not that into her. girl can bat her eyes and smile that smile and still?? nothing. probably drives her insane.

one night stands, ex hookups, current hookups. sometimes she gets around, we been knew. maybe even an ex bf or gf? maybe once things got serious, she killed the relationship before they inevitably realized they didn’t want her.

a fwb solely for when they just need a little fun? Can be very little feeling involved beyond thinking the other is attractive. Probably don’t even see the light of day in each other’s presence.

straight up enemies, hate each other on sight, probably drag each other to pieces

a verbal sparring partner?? girl is full of opinions whether it be in classes or life in general. someone to knock her down a peg or three and enjoy it. Could also be weird intellectual foreplay?? who’s to say.

literally anything else! come at me, let’s do some shit.

[basilgrimbitch]

Day Two: Swap

Normal high school AU where Baz is new to Simon’s English class but Penny is the one that gets assigned a seat next to Baz. Aka English nerds in love.

Words: 3457

Note: this is unedited and super rushed but its something!

No warnings apart from a lot of swearing. Enjoy!

_____ 

SIMON

“Alright so I posted the seating plan on the class page, did everyone get a chance to see it?”

While everyone scrambles to look at their laptops, I’ve already seen Ms. Possibelf’s seating plan and can I just say… What. The. Fuck. She’s sat me across the room from Penny (honestly fair since we never get any work done) next to some random girl named Trixie; she seems nice enough but so bloody boring. How am I supposed to make it through a whole year of English without Penny? I can hear the complaints layering up in the tiny classroom and I can see the teacher ignoring every single one of them. I don’t think I’ll bother asking for a change. Though, maybe she’ll listen to Penny?

I nudge Penny’s arm, I guess she’s already seen the seating plan too because she makes no effort to look at her laptop and moves towards her assigned seat.

“Surely the fuck not?” I don’t bother whispering.

“I think you mean surely the fuck yes. I’m not failing this semester because you want to tell me a gross story about your arms smelling like Cheetos mid class.” I’m smirking and she looks like she’ll bite my head off. That makes me smile more.

“That was once!”

“It still happened, and I’d rather hear about your smelly limbs at lunch time - or better yet, never.”

We’re cut off by Ms. Possibelf starting the class, or at least trying to.

“You should’ve all written a draft of your persuasive orals over the holidays, now you must refine them and prepare a final copy. These will be presented in two days.”

Okay as much as I’m a clown in English, I’m actually decent at it. I’ve already written and edited my script, so I really have nothing to do. I sit in my seat and glance at Penny, it looks like she’s done too. I’m fairly sure she’s playing fire boy and water girl, she’s playing both parts (because I’m not there) and she’s taking up the entire table, her desk mate looks so uncomfortable squashed into a corner. Who is he, by the way? The name on the roll was Tyrannus, what the fuck kind of name is that? So pretentious.

I open up Instagram on my laptop and text Penny.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Simon Snow [10:04]: who is heeeeeee

Penelope Bunce [10:04]: who?

Simon Snow [10:04]: the guy ur sat next to whats his name?????

Penelope Bunce [10:05]: got a bit of crush huh :0

Simon Snow [10:05]: oh fk off I haven’t even seen his face,,, whats his name??

Penelope Bunce [10:06]: he said to call him baz

Simon Snow [10:07]: hmm weird but cool name

Simon Snow [10:07]: what schools he frm?

Penelope Bunce [10:07]: idk do ur work Si

Penny stops typing, she looks me in the eyes then turns to speak to Baz, shutting her laptop. That’s such an odd name, right?

They talk, she’s laughing, he’s just sitting there so composed. He doesn’t look bored exactly, just that he’s better than seeming overly excited. Dickhead it is then.

Even though I think I’ve already decided I hate him, I don’t stop looking at them. He’s got long hair, its black and loose just above his shoulder, his skin is this gorgeous caramel that doesn’t need tanning and his eyes, they’re so grey a mix of green and blue I think and – fuck. We’re making eye-contact, not in like oh oops, more like oh shit why is this guy staring at me. He must think I’m a fucking creep. Shit.

It’s not like I care though, he probably thinks he’s better than everyone in this room anyway. But he’s just smiling at me? Fuck that’s a good smile. I think I’m smiling back, I can’t help it. He turns back to speak to Penny, they seem like they’re in deep discussion about something, I wonder what? And suddenly, I catch myself wishing I was her. Um, what?

The rest of the period flies by. Too quick, I think, not that I need more time to work, I just kind of wish… whatever.

Penny, as per bloody usual, is taking her precious time packing her stuff away. I walk up to her table, hyper aware of Baz’s presence there,

“Planning on leaving anytime soon?” I ask, trying to seem as nonchalant as can be, but my eyes keep glancing to him. I think Penny must’ve picked up on it because then she says, all smug,

“But then you wouldn’t get to meet Baz,” she gestures to Baz, who’s raising his eyebrow and smiling a little against his better judgement I think, then she gestures to me and then back again, “Baz, Simon. Simon, Baz. There we go.” He’s full on smiling now. Fuck, how can someone be so pretty?

“So nice to meet you, I’m Baz Pitch.” He puts his hand out for me to shake it – that’s so proper. I’m not even convinced he’s 17. He’s so calm and put together, these are not words you use to describe a 17 year old guy.

“H-hey, yeah, Simon.” Of course, I trip over my words, I’ve always struggled with that but I’m also really fucking nervous for some reason.

“Do you wanna have lunch with us, Baz?” Penny’s throwing her bag over her shoulder, looking at me like she knows what she’s doing to me and then back to Baz with genuine eyes. Penny doesn’t usually get on with people like that, that’s why we’ve been friends for so long, she really doesn’t have other options (not like I do either).

“That’d be nice.” He says, the corner of his mouth inching up, giving his cool exterior away. He’s not a pretentious git, is he? He’s just a boy on his first day of school; that’s fucking daunting.

We walk out the classroom – finally – and Baz starts telling us about himself and his old school. Mainly just answering Penny’s questions. Does he have siblings? Yeah, four half siblings. How come he moved schools? dad moves a lot for business. Oh, is he going to be moving again? Probably not until after high school, by then I could move out anyway.

I’m not usually this quiet. Usually I’m more social than Penny. I don’t know what’s come over me, I wish I could be her right now.

Lunch happens, Baz doesn’t really eat. Not like I was watching him. Well he was sat right in front of me and I just noticed that he wasn’t eating anything. Surely that’s normal.

I finally ask Baz what other classes he’s taking; other than English we don’t share any classes and then I let myself say, “that sucks.” But only because its normal, its not flirting. You can want a friend to be in your class. Penny still looks at me anyway.

But then he says, “I’ll just have to look forward to English,” and my heart melts.

______

I try not to think about Baz right now, in bed, but I am anyway, and I remember him telling me his full name; so naturally I’m suddenly typing it into the Instagram search bar. Aha! He’s not on private, thank the gods of social media.

I start scrolling through his feed, careful not to tap anything of course. There are a few photos of him alone, they’re gorgeous; he dresses so nice. Penny says I can’t dress myself. In one photo from a month ago he’s in this incredible suit, taking a mirror selfie in a bathroom that looks nicer than my whole house. His hair is slicked back (I think I prefer it loose – still so bloody fit though) and his cheekbones are so defined, he’s got that same face he had when we first met today – eyebrows raised, little bit a smirk, beautiful eyes.

I scroll down to the next photo, this one is different. It’s not a hot mirror selfie, its him carrying a little girl – his little sister? – on his shoulders looking up at her with a smile, a real big smile. He’s dressed a bit more casual too, still nicer than anything I own though it’s just jeans and a black button down. I keep coming back to the jeans. How can someone look so good in jeans?

I scroll through a few more photos, some with friends, some more of just him and a few of books he’s reading or places he’s visited. I feel like I know him a little bit better now – less in a stalkerish way more in a… well I can’t think of the write word. I can never think of the write word.

My phone vibrates all of a sudden and I literally drop my phone, so I don’t accidently like anything.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [23:13]: up thinking bout prince charming?

Simon Snow [23:14]: shut up

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: don’t blame u he’s v cute.

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: And smart.

Penelope Bunce [23:14]: you have my blessing

Simon Snow [23:15]: bugger off,, as if he’s even into guys

Simon Snow [23:15]: I was literally such an idiot today he probs doesn’t even wanna be my friend

Penelope Bunce [23:16]: AHA SO U ADMIT IT

Simon Snow [23:16]: did I even have to

Penelope Bunce [23:16]: ofc not. For what its worth I think u have a shot.

Simon Snow [23:17]: sureeeee

Simon Snow [23:17]: fuckkkkk im gonna be so dead tomorrow,, gn love u

I turn my phone off, pull my glasses off chucking them somewhere I probably won’t find them tomorrow and roll over to fall asleep.

______

We’ve got English first period today. I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited for English, but then I remember I don’t even get to sit next to him.

I walk into class and he’s already in there, we make eye-contact – way less awkward than yesterday – and he gives me a nod. Its friendly, it’s nice, it’s already a bit familiar. I give him a little wave with my right hand below the books I’m carrying but then I’m nearly dropping then, and my laptop starts sliding through my arms. It’s a shit show and it’s too early in the morning to embarrass myself, but I don’t get a say do I? As a say good bye to my laptop that is threatening to smash in the ground any second now – and any possibility for anything with Baz – I hear a chair scraping at the floor then not being pushed in. Suddenly, Baz’s hand is on my shoulder; the other grabbing my laptop that’s basically just resting on my belt buckle at this point. I beg myself not to blush, not now.

Baz is laughing. We’ve – he’s – saved my laptop and now he’s carrying it and my books; he insisted I was not to be trusted.

“Alright, special delivery all the way to your seat. You sure you’re okay Snow?” He’s using my last name because he thinks it’s ‘such a waste to not make use of such an iconic surname’. I like the way it sounds on his lips. I think I just like his lips and anything after is automatically perfect. Perfect.

He taps my shoulder, “you okay there?”

“Huh? Yeah yeah, just a bit tired. Didn’t sleep very much last night.” That’s not a lie.

Baz nods and says he’s gonna go get started on the work, I watch him walk away. The school trousers, they’re no jeans but he looks good in everything.

I try to do some work, making cue cards for my presentation, but I keep letting myself look over to Baz. Penny just caught me and stuck her tongue out.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [08:31]: ur staring

Simon Snow [08:32]: am not,, go away

I go back to working on my cue cards after making a show of shutting my laptop in front of Penny. I get through two more cards before I see a pair of shoes approaching my table. I look up and sure enough its prince charming – I mean Baz. He clears his throat and says,

“I hear you’re good at English”

“There’s no way Penny said that,” I laugh.

“True, she said ‘he thinks he’s better than everyone else.’ But I take it for good reason.” He smiles while doing air quotes, I smile back at him because I can’t help myself.

“Well, I definitely don’t suck.”

“Good. Do you mind reading over my script, please? I feel like it needs a little bit of editing.” He hands over his laptop, “don’t drop this one okay?” he chuckles.

I honestly don’t know how to act around him. I’m the epitome of those ‘act normal’ memes. He hands me his laptop and I start reading. His presentation is on single use plastics and it is so well written, he definitely doesn’t need my help. My neck is getting warm and I hope I’m not blushing at a script on environmentalism just because it was written by a hot guy. That’s pathetic.

But he’s not just a hot guy, is he? He’s smart – so smart – and he’s so kind even if you wouldn’t think so; when he helped me with my books today, I couldn’t help but think back to that photo of him with his sister, so much warmth and kindness expertly hidden under a cool and calm facade. I get to the end of his conclusion and look up in awe but he’s standing just behind me leaning forward waiting for my response. That explains the warmth I was feeling.

Baz doesn’t seem like the kind that would ever doubt himself but if you could see him now, you’d think he cared about what everyone thought about everything; and maybe he does, maybe he just hides it really well.

“Baz.” I make eye-contact with him, finally on purpose, “this… its incredible. I don’t even know why you’d ask for feedback. Your arguments are excellent, and your use of inductive reasoning is really fitting.”

His face lights up, a kind of innocent smile creeps up on his face and for the first time I think I want to kiss him. But even more so, I want to be responsible for more of those smiles. “Really?”

“It’s perfect.”

I look away because I don’t want him to see me blush. Penny is looking straight at us, she gives me one of her reassuring smiles.

______

It’s been two weeks of school; all my classes suck but it’s our last year and soon enough we’ll miss it. At least that’s what Penny keeps saying, Baz agrees with her.

Baz has been spending more time with us; we hang out at lunch time, he’s joined us for frozen cokes a few times in the past few hot days. It’s nice. I can actually talk to him now too.

He’s so smart, smarter than I had thought. He’s not just academically smart, he knows more than just surface level knowledge. Yesterday, on our walk to English he was talking about some article he read on the relationship between sleep deprivation and blood alcohol concentration just for fun. Though its nerdy and just a bit lame, the way his eyes light up when he talks about things he cares about, I’d listen to the summary of a thousand dumb articles to see that again.

Right now, Baz isn’t here though, and all my brain can do is think about him.

“Pennyyyy!” she’s lying on my bed while I do my art homework on the floor, she always comes home with me on Tuesdays, I don’t know when that started.

“Si, I already said no like three times.”

“Why not? Do you not love me?” I asked her to swap seats with me in English. I just wanna sit next to Baz, I can say I need extra help or something.

“I love you of course but I don’t want Baz to think I’m avoiding him, and I certainly don’t want Ms. P to fail me for disobeying her one rule.”

“Just please.” I give her my best puppy eyes and pouty face, “I fink I’m in wuv,” I say mockingly. She

throws an old stuffed toy in my face. I guess that’s a no.

______  

The next day I see Baz at the school gates, he’s holding a cup of coffee and his hair is up in a bun today. Flawless.

“Fancy seeing you here,” how can he look so perfect at eight in the morning. I don’t even feel awake yet.

Baz bumps my shoulder with his and we start walking to our lockers. We talk about the English reading we were set, we’re reading Lord of the Flies and Baz is going on about how he and Penny think the book would be drastically different if it had female characters.

“Golding said he didn’t add girls to avoid sex being a subject.” I say, and Baz just looks at me with his eyebrow raised. I call this the signature Baz look now.

“Oh, come on, as if every single kid on that island was straight.” I choke on nothing for a second. Baz and I have never talked about relationships or sex or sexuality. It’s not really a matter of discussion I guess but hearing him acknowledge the idea of guys being together, I don’t know, it gives me hope. That makes no sense obviously, he’s taking about characters from an English novel not himself and really its more an act of Baz’s resistance than it is a nod to gay rights or whatever. But, still, it gives me hope.

“True,” is all I manage to get out.

We get to English extra early after home room, and I start making my way to my seat. Ever since Baz started hanging out with us outside of class, English is back to being plain and boring, nothing special. So, with my shoulders slumped I mutter a goodbye to Baz as I walk to opposite way to my seat but then I feel something on my hand. Oh my god, its his hand. Its Baz’s hand. On my hand. Pulling me towards him. Its not especially romantic or anything. But its something!

“Hey! Swap seats with Penny, come sit next to me today,” surely this is a dream, I must’ve hit my head. “I need your uhhh help with the essay.” Baz doesn’t help, he just discussed key themes of the novel for breakfast. I feel it again, lingering in my chest, hope. “It’s okay if you don’t want to…” he says a bit quieter now, trying to seem as cool as possible. How Baz of him. Fuck I still haven’t said anything.

“What no no, I want to. I’m just not sure what Ms. Possibelf will say; or worse, Penny.” He pulls at my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand.

“What? Scared Snow?”

“We’re not in Harry Potter, Baz.”

“True. I’m wayyy better looking than Draco Malfoy and you wouldn’t be a very good chosen one. The worst chosen one who’s ever been chosen.”

I hear myself saying, “what so I’m not more better looking than Harry Potter?” Is this flirting? He squeezes my hand. He still hasn’t let go of my hand.

“You needed me to point that out? I thought it was a given. You’re well fit, Simon.” Simon. Hope.

I hum in response and with one final tug at my hand, he lets it go. I follow him (I’d follow him anywhere).

“Sit, I won’t bite,” He grins at me.

“Yeah but Penny will,” she better not ruin this for me. For us. I sit next to Baz and we start working on our essays. He doesn’t ask for help once.

Penny walks into class, glances at her seat, sees us and walks to my – her – seat next to Trixie.

Penelope Bunce – Simon Snow

Penelope Bunce [08:14]: u win. Enjoy!

I can’t tell if that’s sarcastic or not.

Baz notices I’ve changed my window to Instagram DMs and nudges me, “how come you don’t follow me?”

“Huh, I don’t know? What’s your user name?” As if I don’t know.

Baz grabs my laptop, “I’ll just type it in.” I let him because I’m lazy and I like watching him type but then he clicks on the search bar and has the biggest grin on his face. Fuck. He can see my search history, “looks like you already know it.” How could I forget about that?

I must look mortified because he places his hand on mine. Second time today. “It’s all good. I already have yours too.”

Hope.

[fanficimagery]

Imagine a future Weasley travelling back in time. He refuses to give up who his parents are, but after an incident in Diagon Alley the secret comes out.

Gen Fic X Reader w/ a hint of Charlie X Reader

Every Weasley coming together for all day shenanigans at the Burrow became a tradition a couple months after the war had ended and Fred woke from his coma after having a wall fall on him. And while you weren't a Weasley, it didn't stop Molly from sending her children to drag you to her home. You had been a year above Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but you had been on friendly terms with all the Weasley's.

So for a couple of years, you find yourself spending two nights at the Burrow- the night before Weasley shenanigans and the night of. And though there were numerous rooms, Molly had a tough time pairing people up. Bill, Fleur, and their toddler shared Bill's old room. Percy and his wife took his old room, and Molly reluctantly let the twins and their girlfriends all bunk in one room. And since Molly let the twins bunk with their girlfriends, she had to let Ginny and Harry stay together while Ron and Hermione stayed in another room. That left you with Charlie in his old room and while Molly gushed her apologies, you simply waved her off.

Charlie Weasley only came down for holidays and for the newest tradition now dubbed Weasley All Day Shenanigans. He was rather rambunctious when around his family, but in your shared room he seemed to decompress and knew exactly how to approach you. You let him take the full bed while squeezing a single in between his bed and the wall. It was a tight fit, but your bed was a foot lower than his and you absolutely loved it because you could burrow in your bed whenever Molly threw open the door to wake you up.

But with your bed being a foot lower is what started making your visits to the Burrow a little nerve wracking, all because Charlie moved a lot in his sleep and somehow started managing to fall into your bed while miraculously not squishing you and settling you on his chest. The cuddling sessions eventually moved onto more rated R shenanigans, and it was hard to meet any of his siblings gazes whenever they asked how you had slept.

You and Charlie both made it clear your hook-ups were nothing serious, and actually became quite good friends much to everyone's surprise.

It's just as everyone is lounging around with full stomachs after lunch that it happens. The wind picks up out of the blue and as everyone starts throwing around sticking charms to keep everything from blowing away, a couple of yards away a figure starts to appear from out of thin air. From one moment to the next there's a rather tall red head with a lean build standing where nothing had been just moments before. The head of hair is a familiar shade of red and as he glances around at everyone, his eyes slowly widen.

"Bollocks," the stranger murmurs, but seeing as you're the closest you manage to hear him.

You glance at the other Weasley's, suppressing a grin at Fred and George who are counting their family members before glancing back at the stranger with frowns. No one has any idea who the newcomer is.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley immediately stand, followed by Bill, Charlie, and the twins. Bill takes a stance in front of Fleur and his daughter, and you huff when Charlie shields you.

"Explain yourself, young man," Mrs. Weasley says. "How did you get passed our wards?"

"Uhh.." the kid blinks, swallowing thickly. "Funny thing that," he then chuckles nervously. "I'm your grandson. One of many."

"A time-traveler?" Hermione wonders as Molly gasps, and every other Weasley perks up in interest. She looks his him up and down, and frowns. "I don't see a time-turner."

"I don't have one," the kid says. "A spell was cast. I was the guinea pig."

"G-Grandson?" Molly's lip tremble, immediately believing him. "Truly?"

The kid looks at Molly, shoulders dropping as he flashes her a genuine smile. "Yeah, Nana. I am."

Molly looks like she wants nothing more than to wrap the teenager up in her arms, but Arthur lays a hand on his wife's shoulder to keep her in place. "Who are your parents then?"

The kid's eyes flicker to the other gathered Weasley's. His mouth opens and then snaps shut, his head tilting as he lets his gaze wander. "Before I answer that, can I have a show of hands to see which of you are married?"

The twins snicker before Bill and Percy raise their hands. The kid's eyes subtly widen when no one else raises their hand and then he sighs. "Bloody hell. Mum and Dad aren't even married yet. How far back did the spell take me?" Everyone suddenly becomes more curious, glancing at each other and trying to suss out who spawned the time-traveling Weasley. "Given the circumstances, I rather not say who my parents are or what year I'm from. Should someone figure out my parentage, I don't want to put pressure on them."

"Fair enough," Arthur concedes. "Can we have your name then?"

"Sure." The kid hops to attention and then bows, tilting his head up to stare at his grandfather. "Josiah Weasley at your service."

Molly coos and the others are all mumbling to themselves about the newest addition, but you.. your heart beats faster and your throat closes. You quickly blink your eyes to rid them of the gathering tears and when Josiah glances at you he smiles sadly before quickly averting his gaze.

Things quickly return to being jovial as they realize Josiah is not a threat. He hugs Molly and Arthur, talking about how young and fit they look, and that they look just as good as they do in the future. The twins, Bill, and Charlie waste no time in calling him an arse kisser, but Josiah laughs all the remarks off with a shrug.

Later in the evening when you manage to catch Josiah all on his own, you sidle up to his side and without staring at him you ask, "Your parents don't happen to call you Joss for short, do they?"

Josiah chuckles quietly and nudges you with his shoulder. "Yeah, mum. You do." You inhale sharply and when you manage to look at him, he's smiling kindly at you. "My name gave me away, didn't it?"

"Yeah. It was my grandfather's name," you say, still a bit awestruck. "I always told my mom that if I ever had a child, then I was going to name him Josiah."

"Well.. you had him."

"And apparently he's a Weasley," you grumble. Josiah chuckles and you groan. "And I don't even have to ask which one. I have a pretty good idea who your father is."

"And this is the exact reason I didn't tell you what year I'm from. I don't want to put pressure on you or Dad to.. to, you know-"

"I know," you cut him off, grinning at his sudden blush. Not being able to resist, you reach up and pinch his cheek with a quiet laugh. "Merlin this is so weird. I mean, you're my son."

"Mum," he groans and lightly bats your hand away from his face. "Stop that."

Chuckling softly, you take a step to the side as you hear incoming voices. "Only because I don't want the others to get ideas," you tell him and he rolls his eyes. "Now tell me why you decided to be a guinea pig? Was it one of your barmy uncles? My galleons are on Fred or George. Or Fred and George. They're daft enough to try something like this."

"You always were a smart witch," Josiah muses. "But don't be too harsh on them. I volunteered after all."

"Mhm. Now go mingle with the family. We've no idea how long you're here for so make the most of it while you can."

As it turns out, the spell lasts far longer than anyone had anticipated. Josiah kept quiet on the specifics of such a spell much to Hermione's dismay, and now going on day five everyone but Josiah seem to be on the edge of their seats and wondering when the boy will disappear back to his time. And since they figured out the spell would return Josiah to a specific place no matter where he was currently at, no one could find it in their heart to refuse the newest Weasley when he wanted to go exploring and see everything as it were way before his time.

Everyone had went back to their respective homes and to work, so Molly and Arthur had no problem letting Josiah stay with them. But seeing as everyone was intrigued by the young time traveler, the Burrow was once more alive with noise as several of Molly's children would visit unannounced to spend time with Josiah.

Charlie had ending up coming home to the Burrow a couple days after a mishap at work, and while he could have easily rested at his own home in Romania no one dared say anything after they realized his reasoning for coming back to the Burrow was because of Josiah. The second eldest Weasley had found himself quite attached to the Weasley time traveler and everyone was placing bets on whether Charlie was Josiah's father or just his favorite uncle.

During the weekend once you realized Josiah was not yet disappearing, he managed to wrangle you, Charlie, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny for a trip to Diagon Alley. Lunch and drinks are had at the Leaky, everyone buys a bowl of ice cream from Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, and then it's a unanimous decision to go bother Fred and George in their shop.

You watch as the twins practically play tug-or-war with Josiah, showing him the best of what their shop has to offer. You roll your eyes as they let him pocket numerous products, and you're surprised no one's figured out the connection between you and Josiah with as much as you watch him. Either that or they think you have a crush on the time travelling Weasley which is both hilarious and gross.

The trip, however, is cut short when Ron knocks over some Peruvian Instant Darkness powder. The whole lot of you, minus Fred and George who have to stick around and clean up the mess, rush out the front of the shop in a fit of laughter.

The group is just managing to get their laughter under control when there's an explosion, followed by screams and shouts. Your eyes widen because it's been a long time since there's been any sort of conflict within the magical community, so it's no surprise that you lot freeze before running towards the commotion.

Diagon Alley is lit up with spells flying back and forth, and no one has any idea what caused the mass duel to begin with. Ron and Harry who are both aurors immediately jump into the fray while Hermione and Ginny cast shields to help the unsuspecting witch or wizard.

Charlie subconsciously herds you behind him, and with your wand in one hand you use the other to grab at Josiah's wrist and tug him behind you. Another fight breaks out somewhere behind you and you whirl around when another explosion sounds, this one much closer as it sends a spray of glass over you.

With Josiah not armed, panic seizes you when you see a purple spell being hurled right at him. And knowing that he's your son, all rational thought flees you so instead of casting a shield you shove him out of the way. The spell hits you in the center of your chest and all the breath rushes from your lungs. Charlie shouts and catches you as you collapse, and when Josiah sees you his expression transforms to one of horror.

"No. No, no, no," he chokes, scrambling on hands and knees. Charlie lowers you gently, his expression torn as he glances all around. You open your mouth to say something- anything, really- but only end up coughing blood. "Dad. Dad, you have to do something."

Your eyes widen when you see Josiah addressing Charlie, and it takes Charlie a moment to realize it's him that's being called dad. "W-What?"

"Mum's gonna die if you don't get her to Nana's. Go. Now!" Charlie gapes at you and you can barely meet his gaze as you try catching your breath. Grasping at Josiah's shirt, your son glances down at you with tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He tugs your wand from your loose grasp and sits back on his heels. "Dad's gonna take you to Nana's. She'll know how to heal you."

"J-Joss.."

"Shh. It's okay. Let dad take care of you," he says quickly while leaning down and kissing your forehead. "I'll go grab the aunts and get to the Burrow soon. I promise." Charlie's still a bit dumbstruck and it takes Josiah using your wand to cast a quick protego to shield you from a sudden onslaught of ricocheted spells. "Dad, go!"

One moment you're looking up your distraught son and the next Charlie's shoving his arms beneath your neck and the backs of your knees. "Come on, Y/N. Stay awake," he mutters. "You have a lot of explaining to do, sweetheart."

You're in so much pain that apparating doesn't seem to faze you and then Charlie's grunting as he rushes you through the familiar wards surrounding the Burrow.

"Mum! Mum, come quick." Charlie kicks open the kitchen door, setting you atop the kitchen table before sweeping everything off and laying you out.

"What happened?!" Molly bustles into the kitchen, wand raised. Charlie rips your shirt open and her wand is immediately moving over you the second she's within reach.

"Cutting hex, I think. It was heading for Josiah and Y/N pushed him out of the way."

You gurgle on blood, your nails scratching against the table's surface for something to grasp as Molly starts healing the cuts across your chest. Charlie grasps your right hand and you squeeze his hand in return.

"Go into the cabinets and grab a vial of blood replenisher and pain relief," Molly says. "Shh, dear. It's going to be okay," she assures you when you whimper.

Molly's done all she's can before instructing Charlie to help you drink the potions when you hear several pops of apparition thunder outside. Molly whirls on the stampede that all try to fit through her kitchen door at once, she only lowering her wand when Ginny yells out that it's them.

"Mum. Mum, are you okay?"

"Mum?!" Molly gasps.

Josiah's suddenly in your line of view, grabbing one of your hands between both of his and you weakly smile as he presses his forehead against yours in relief. "I knew Nana would save you."

"What is going on?" Molly then wonders.

"That's what we want to know," Ginny mutters. "Josiah went mad in the Alley. Kept saying his mum was injured and we needed to go, but we didn't think-"

"Y/N is Josiah's mother," Charlie says as both he and Josiah help you sit up, you happily taking the afghan Hermione had quickly summoned from the front room. Several pairs of eyes widen. "And I'm his father."

"Bloody hell," Ron mumbles.

"Out. Everyone out," Molly says. She shoos everyone but Charlie and Josiah from the room. And once everyone is out and you're grimacing as you hop off the table to sit in a chair, she whirls around on the three of you. "How long have you known?"

"Today," Charlie admits.

"Uhh," you utter, averting your gaze. "I, uh, I knew the moment Josiah gave us his name. It's a family name, you see, and I took an educated guess."

"But you and Charlie," Molly then says, glancing between the two of you. "Since when? You've never-"

"Mum," he groans, "can you not? We're both adults. Y/N and I's relationship is very casual. We never expected-"

"You are going to have a son, Charles," she admonishes. "That does not seem very casual to me."

"To be fair," Josiah chips in, "mum and dad are married before I'm even conceived. You're getting flustered for no reason, Nana."

"You stay out of this, young man, and go sit with your aunts and uncles in the front."

"Yes, ma'am."

Josiah is up and out of the kitchen so fast that both you and Charlie have to smother laughter. However, you lose the battle the second he scurries back into the kitchen to kiss Molly on the cheek before disappearing into a room full of laughter in the front. And that- that makes some of Molly's anger dissipate.

Taking a moment to gather herself, Molly finally deflates. "I apologize. I'm not even angry, I'm just- I'm a bit shocked." She meets your gaze, her age showing in her glistening eyes. "I haven't seen this much blood since the war and Charlie looked so panicked that I-"

"It's okay, Mrs. Weasley," you assure her, holding the afghan around your shoulders as you stand up and go in for a hug. "It's all a bit much, isn't it? Me bleeding and then finding out I'm tying down the one son you were always worried about."

"Oi!" Charlie barks though there's no real heat behind it.

Molly chuckles and then ends up a blubbering mess, she wrapping you in a hug and prematurely welcoming you into the family. You glance at Charlie, but he merely shrugs and watches from a distance with a small smile on his face.

Eventually the Weasley matriarch is calm and she's leaving you alone with her son. But before you and Charlie can even talk about all he's learned, Josiah is entering the kitchen alone. "So before I go, I thought I should tell you guys to not overthink it."

You frown. "Before you go?"

"It's part of the spell, I think," Josiah shrugs. "I just- I know it's about to take me. Why? I have no bloody idea, but I know I don't got much time."

"But I just found out," Charlie says. "Do you have to go?"

"Yeah, dad, I do." Josiah stares at Charlie before lunging in for a hug. Momentarily shocked, it takes Charlie a moment to return the embrace, but when he does he's squeezing Josiah as tightly as he can without injuring the boy. "Don't stress about getting together with mum," he then says. "It'll happen when it happens. I'm in no rush to be born."

Charlie chuckles. "I knew there was something about 'ya, kid. I could feel it."

"Now you know." Josiah pulls free from Charlie before turning to you, he then hugging you as gently as he can. "It's time. Love you, mum."

Your bottom lip trembles, but you manage to keep the tears from falling. "Love you too, Joss." A moment after he steps back and your arms fall to your sides, Josiah disappears with a smile. Your breath stutters and then Charlie's there pulling into an embrace of his own.

"Shh," he murmurs. "It's going to be okay."

"I know," you tell him. "I just- it's weird. That was our son."

"Yeah."

"Our son who I'm no doubt going to hex silly in the future when he's old enough."

Charlie chuckles softly. "He was just the guinea pig, sweetheart. Can't hex just him."

"Nope. I'm going to start with your two daft brothers."

"Well before you get hex happy, what say you and I go get cleaned up and talk about the hippogriff in the room."

You groan and snuggle further into Charlie's chest. "What's there to talk about? You like me, I like you. We pretty much knew that already."

"Yes, but we didn't know the extent of our feelings until our time travelling son appeared."

"Lets just take Josiah's advice and not stress," you mumble. "We'll get together when the time is right." You break off, yawning. "Now can you please take me to my bed? I'm really tired."

"Of course. Lets go. We'll explain everything to the family later."

[artemismoon12writes]

Title: The Difference Between Hanging Out and a Date is Flowers

Daltonfic Big Bang; Week 9, Day 3; Julian Larson/? Julian is forced to go to the Valentine’s Day Fair, despite last year’s sparking a whole lot of horror for him. Can’t he just have one good day? 

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The Valentines Fair was huge this year; so huge they’d teamed up with Dobry Hall and just rented a fairground outside of town. Julian had planned to just stay in his room all day, given what happened last year. Murdoch refused, telling him he couldn’t have any special privileges when everyone else was out helping with the event.

So instead, he was there… and doing nothing to help because fuck his fellow Stuarts. They’d been following him all week, babying him like this was supposed to help him out emotionally or something. He knew he had baggage, but that was his own business. Let him just ignore these dramatic boys and try, in vain, to have a good day.

Between Logan pretending he’d had feelings for him all along, Sebastian reappearing to say ‘le fuck your healing process’, and whatever bullshit Derek hadn’t grown out of; he was planning to just avoid anyone he knew. Maybe he’d find some of the Day students. Wait, no, Riley Paige would get him to help with something. Fuck; maybe he could find one of Royal’s booths and just chill with Merril. It was almost enough to make him give up on boys altogether; shit, girls were so much less dramatic than these assholes he lived with.

He was looking for Merril’s booth (she’d texted him a pile of apple and pear tarts, so surely he could just follow the smell?) when he saw a short girl chasing Dwight Houston and Bancroft’s sister through the tents, yelling something about rocks. They looked frantic, escaping through a hole in a Hanover tent while she slipped on some of the half-frozen grass; still frosty in the February sun. That sucks… he should do something.

“Hey, need help?” He asked, walking up cautiously; she could be a fan after all. “You took quite the dive there.”

“No, I got it.” She sighed, standing up and brushing herself off. Her hands were red, but not skinned despite the fall. “I just suck at walking I guess.”

“I couldn’t help but notice you trying to kill Houston and Bancroft. Anything those two idiots do to annoy you?” Julian asked, genuinely curious. Dwight Houston did a lot of stupid shit; but his first thoughts usually revolved around whatever Derek did to piss off girls, and that didn’t seem like Houston’s style.

She shook her head, “They lost the collection of gems I had on display for our booth for Prima. Now I have nothing to sell, so Royal is going to take the prize for Dobry.”

“And why’d you trust those two with it?” He knew them by reputation alone for getting into trouble; but not much else.

“Because those two happen to be my best friends.” The girl said, sounding like she couldn’t quite believe it herself. She put on a faint smile though, looking up and sticking out her scraped hand. “Sadie Moore, maybe you’ve heard of me.”

“Julian. Shame enough, I haven’t.” He shook her hand. “You’re new aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I transferred up here from Florida for Junior Year; but from the way the girls in Dobry go on, I’ve become some kind of one woman rumour mill.” She shivered. “It’s freaking cold up here. I don’t know how you all deal with it.”

“Don’t ask me. This winter is just as bad to me. I’m from California and everytime it snows here I get whiplash.” Julian smiled as she laughed. It was a nice laugh. “And one-woman rumour mill? What’s with that?”

She rolled her eyes, “Dobry girls see romance everywhere they look; a chunk of them think I’m dating Dwight, the other half won’t shut up about that time I kissed Laura, and the rest of them think I’ve gotten both of them, when like? Fuck you just cause I’m bi doesn’t mean I’m a slut. Jeez, it’s 2012, I just want to enjoy the Valentines Day Fair without all that.”

“You’re bi?” Julian asked, before he could stop himself.

She wrinkled her nose, suspicious. “Yeah. You got a problem with that?”

“No! Just, I don’t meet many people who just say that aloud to people they just met, you know?”

Julian didn’t like being on the back foot with people. Let alone being caught off guard. Sadie kept looking at him until her expression cleared and she judged him not a biphobic asshole- which, wouldn’t that be ironic?

“I guess you’re right. Hey, you want to walk around? I guess I’m off booth duty until someone can find my gems; unless you have your own booth to get to?” She looked over his jacket, “Stuart? I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

Julian laughed, “I was ordered to show up and nothing more than that. And gems? Like? Rubies or something?”

“Semi-precious at most.” She explained, launching into a long diatribe about online ‘healing crystals’ versus her own, far superior, ethically mined quartz.

By the time they rounded Hanover’s Ferris Wheel (the compromise for a less dangerous ride this year), Julian’d caught himself laughing at Sadie’s geology jokes; sharing the time he snuck up to the Hollywood sign; learnt Sadie liked heavy metal; and told the entire story of Clark, Marcie, and him engaging in a spicy noodle challenge back in LA. He hadn’t even realized they’d walked that far; engrossed in conversation.

The air was turning colder, nipping his ears and turning the tip of Sadie’s dark nose red. She coughed, sticking her hands under her arms. “Fuck, this place is shit. How do people live up here?”

“You were here for December right? You saw it snow, and that didn’t scare you away?” He asked.

“Oh no, snow is pretty!” She insisted, “I’ve gone skiing with my parents in Whistler, that’s fun! But this? Where it’s just grey and gross and cold? Uh, it’s so stupid.”

“Well you not wearing gloves, so maybe that’s why?” Julian pointed out.

She rolled her eyes. “Logic. Facts. Maybe I don’t like gloves?”

“You forgot them didn’t you?”

She flushed. “I lent them to Laura actually, she forgot her own back at Prima.”

Julian looked down at her biting the inside of his lip considering. Ah fuck it. He pulled off one of his own gloves and handed it to her. “Here, put your other hand in your pocket. It should be fine.”

Her eyes widened. “You sure?”

“Yeah, whatever.” He looked over at the booths; they were squarely in Hanover territory. Huh. How long had they been walking? He should say hi to Abbot. But he was probably busy running things over here.

“Thanks.” Sadie said, her left hand stretching experimentally with a too-large glove and the right nudging his elbow. “That was pretty nice of you Mr. Larson.”

He snorted. “I was wondering when you’d realize.”

“I don’t watch many dramas. So, it took a bit to realize you were that movie star who goes here.” Sadie said, “Sorry I can’t say I’m a fan of you stuff.”

She looked genuinely apologetic; he shook his head far too quickly. “No, no, that’s… that’s a good thing.”

Julian could count on one hand the amount of people he’d known who were fans first, who he’d genuinely come to like as people. It was nice to talk about work and that was it; it was just work. Half the reason he’d decided to come back to Dalton was to have just a slice of that normal experience. And if he was bombarded by fans? Well, how normal was that?

“Oh, okay.” She said, confused by the quick refusal. “I guess, you want to keep walking?”

“Yeah. Tell me more about skiing, I’ve never gone all the way up to Whistler. Are you good at it?”

It continued like that; making the rounds of the booths, pocketed hands bumping against each other as they avoided the clusters of people pushing their way forward. Every so often Sadie would spy another Dobry girl and lament the loss of her inventory for her booth; but thankfully, Julian was so out of context next to her, there wasn’t an awkward encounter. It was weird, every second Dobry girl they ran into seemed to ask about Bancroft or Houston, expressing surprise they weren’t with her.

“I guess you were right about the Dobry rumour mill. It’s going full force this year.” Julian joked.

Sadie rolled her eyes. “It’s annoying, but hey, considering they’re off hiding together the rumours will hopefully leave me out of it after today.”

“You’re not worried they’ll start to connect you and me then?” Julian asked, the notion suddenly appearing in his own head.

“Like half of them even realized who you were. You’re not going around advertising you’re the famous Julian Larson; and standing next to Dobry’s current resident witch doesn’t help put two and two together.” She pointed out.

“I just haven’t turned on the charm.” Julian joked; it was an old Hollywood myth, but it had some truth to it about hiding in plain sight. He could stride forward, and let everyone know who he was, but it was nice to not have to chase off a horde of teenaged girls (and boys) this year. God knows last year was a shitstorm for that kind of thing.

“Julian!”

“I guess you turned it on.” Sadie smiled, before turning to see Derek coming towards the two of them. She frowned. “Oh, its that guy.”

“You know Derek?” Julian asked before Derek cut him off.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! You haven’t been answering your phone. We needed you to help with the Lunch Tent.” Derek was annoyed. That much was obvious.

“I’ve had my phone on silent. Murdoch told me to show up, and that’s all I’m doing. I don’t care if Stuart loses again this year; I just want to have a Me Day.”

Derek’s eyes flicked over to Sadie, “Me Day huh?”

“Come off it, not everyone is a Don Juan wannabe like you.” Sadie’s gloved hand went to her hip, daring him to say anything further.

Derek blinked, alright then. He looked back to Julian, reaching out to pull him away. “Come on, I’m not doing Logan’s prefect duties alone.”

“Why not just let Logan do them?” Julian countered, stepping backwards.

Derek gave him a look. “You know it’s a two-person job, if not a three person job trying to control these freshman on any project.”

“Sounds like not my problem.” Julian shrugged. “Ask Murdoch for help, I’m out of here.”

“Julian!”

“He said no.” Sadie said firmly before Julian reached out and tugged her hand, motioning towards the gap in the booths. His almost laugh met her mischievous eyes.

Before Derek even knew what was going on, Sadie and Julian had taken a page out of her own pursuit that morning and ducked between the booths, darting down and around staves and tent poles to lose him. Maybe they ran for longer than necessary, maybe that was half the fun. They reached the Windsors row, gasping for breath and laughing.

“Do you think he tripped and fell?” Sadie asked, brushing her curly, brown hair out of her face.

“No, he’s more coordinated than that.” Julian said.

Sadie shrieking with laughter and shoving him, “You’re so rude!”

“You’re the one who faceplanted!”

“By accident!”

“It was funny.” Julian pointed out, avoiding Sadie’s playful shove and instead catching her hands and looking down at her like he was lecturing her. “These are dangerous weapons, I ought to report you for use of deadly force. Except I won’t, because you’re tiny.”

“Short jokes? Really?” Her grin betrayed that she found it just as funny. “Well, at least I don’t hit my head on doorframes.”

“You laugh, but I always have to duck getting into limos.”

“Oh that is the most Hollywood thing you have said yet.”

“I’ve babysat Angelina’s kids.”

“Angelina Jolie?”

“I can go on.”

“Oh my god, you’re a dick.” Sadie laughed, “I’d hex you, but I don’t think it would stick.”

“So they’ve been saying about me, since the day I was born.” Julian said, dramatically put upon. “I endure such slings and volleys of-”

“If you start quoting Shakespeare, I will lose it.”

“Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage-” Julian grinned, ignoring Sadie’s protests to get him to quiet.

“I suck at English, come on!”

“And then is heard no more: it is a tale, told by an idiot,” Julian continued.

“Yeah! You’re the idiot!” She tried to interrupt.

“Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

“Yeah, my fury. Goddamn you actors.” She said, looking up with pink cheeks to stick her tongue out at him. “If I could just recall lines like that, I’d never have to use a spell book again, I’d just memorize them all.”

“It’s a gift. What can I say? Not everyone is as good as me.” Julian teased to Sadie’s exasperated smile.

They paused, realizing Julian was still holding her hands and sprang apart; not realizing how close they were. Julian felt his own face flush but hid it well enough. Now wasn’t the time, nor the day, to really get close to someone; even if she was quite pretty, he had to admit to himself.

“Uh, so back there you seemed to know Derek. Even though it took you a bit to realize who I was?” He tried.

She coughed, waving a hand carelessly. “Yeah, well everyone in Prima got to witness what can only be described as the most pathetic display of pining in the history of the world. Casey’s already told everyone to stay away from him because she said he’s a cheater; but then he showed up one day before Winter Break with this giant apology bouquet, and get this, it’s full of white lilies- which I didn’t know she was allergic to, but if you really feel that way about her, maybe? I don’t know? Know her allergies? But also, those are funeral flowers. As far as apologies go, it’s pretty shit.”

“You’re friends with Casey?” Surprise tinged Julian’s voice.

“Not friends per say, but she’s part of the welcoming committee. She’s pretty cool.” Sadie clarified. “How are you friends with a guy like that?”

Julian shrugged. “Derek’s pretty cool. He’s a really good friend when you get down to it, but yeah he is kind of shit with girls. I guess that’s what happens when your best friend since childhood is a gay guy. It’s not like he’s really been comparing notes. Logan and him aren’t that bad once you get to know them.”

“Well, I guess I have pretty biased sources.” Sadie said, waving around at the Windsor tents. “If my friend Morgan’s cousin wasn’t one of yours, I think I’d probably just see a Stuart badge and kick you guys on sight.”

“So violent Miss Moore.” Julian smiled. “We are kind of dicks though, so fair enough.”

“You’re not half bad though Mr. Larson.” She teased back. “You’re fun enough to hang out with.”

“I’m an exception to every rule I will assure you.”

“Don’t start quoting shit again. I will end you.”

“Only if you can reach that high.”  

“Oh you!”

“Hi Sadie! Oh, and Julian? I didn’t know you two knew each other.” Reed Van Kamp said from behind the table of the nearest booth. “You two enjoying the fair?”

The pair smiled; Reed was always a welcome sight, no matter who you were.

“Yeah, it’s been pretty fun. We’ve just been walking around. I thought you’d be out with Shane?” Sadie asked, coming under the tent top to talk more easily. “He mentioned something about Valentines plans.”

Reed looked down bashfully, “Well, last Windsor party got us all banned from Warbler activities; Blaine thought it’d be good if I was sitting down for all of the Fair. So, we’re doing our date on the weekend instead.”

“Aww, that’s cute. Then you won’t have to deal with Valentines Day crowding.” Sadie pointed out. “Really its working out in your favour.”

“I guess.” Reed said, then looked over at Julian. “I’m surprised to see you here. I thought I heard you were staying in all day.”

“What Murdoch wants; Murdoch gets.” Julian shrugged.

Reed smiled. “It’s good to see you anyways; at least someone gets to have a date today.”

“Oh we’re not-”

Reed flushed, “Oh heck, I’m sorry! I just assumed. That was bad of me. Here, have some cookies on me.”

“You don’t have to.” Sadie said even as Julian took what was offered.

He nudged her. “They’re good, take some. Wait, these are some of Kurt’s right?”

“Yeah, it took David and Wes all day to clean up the aftermath. He was a man on a mission!” Reed said, pushing a little ribbon-wrapped packet at each of them; then pushing them out as he cut himself on the edge of the plastic and had to call for a band-aid.

Julian and Sadie wandered off, happily snacking on their free cookies. They really were quite good, even if Sadie said there was nothing magical about them.

“You know, that’s the second person to assume we’re on a date.” Julian pointed out.

“And what of it?” Sadie asked.

“Well, what makes a date not a date?” Julian crunched down on another cookie. “You have two people sharing food and talking, and what makes it different between just hanging out and a date per say?”

“I think someone needs to ask and the other needs to accept. But yeah, its pretty arbitrary.” Sadie nodded. “Most people hold hands or some shit, or kiss. You saying you want this to be a date?”

“I’m just saying it could be an option.” Julian said, mulling the idea over in his mind. It would be nice to be on a normal date; not one where he had to sneak around with a guy and pretend they were just friends, or hide from paparazzi with a girl because his agent wanted maximum exposure for their upcoming film together. “It doesn’t need to be a thing. But I’ve liked talking to you. We should do this again, whatever you want it to be.”

She pursed her lips. “Hmm. I accept. You need to get me flowers though.”

“A date it is.” Julian confirmed, laughing at how easy that was. He offered his ungloved hand; hers slipping into it easily, with a crinkle at the corner of her eyes.

“So, flowers? What kind do you like?”

“Not lilies.” Sadie joked.  

“Belladonna maybe? What do witches like?”

“Well this witch likes roses.”

Julian froze, “Uh maybe something else?”

He face paled; she’d probably heard from Dwight and Laura. “Oh shit! I’m sorry! Look don’t worry about it.”

“No, no, it’s just, they’re not-”

“Marigolds then.” She said, hurried.

“I can work with that.” Julian recovered, the awkwardness still lingering. “You shall be showered in marigolds. You’ll be covered in pollen before the day is out.”

“Now that’s a picture.” Sadie said, letting him lead her towards the nearest flower booth and moving her head so he could tuck a marigold into her curls. “Aww, that’s so cute.” Julian agreed.

The rest of the day was much of the same. It was like they’d said; there wasn’t really much of a difference between hanging out and a date beyond the declaration of intent. It was fun though. He liked being able to wander around and feel like, yeah, this was a date. It was something he could say aloud. And she was nice. Maybe it wouldn’t go anywhere, but as far as dates went he’d had far worse ones. It was certainty better than dealing with all the romantic drama an all-boys school seemed to kick up.

By the time everyone started packing up, they were sitting on a bench near the entrance and exit gates, sharing a basket of chili fries. Sadie was telling him about her last boating adventure around the Florida Keys, and Julian’d been wistfully imagining a surf contest between the two of them if she ever ended up on the West Coast.

The Prima and Royal prefects were gathering their girls near the gate. Julian looked over, “Do you need to get going?”

“Probably. I wish I had been able to drive here on my own, but the roads are too icy for my bike.”

“Why the hell would you bike all the way here? The fairgrounds are like, ten miles from Dobry.”  

“No, motorbike. I ride sometimes with some other students, but I can’t do shit in the winters up here.”

“You have a motorbike?” Julian asked, “You realize that makes you like, ten points hotter.”

She blushed. “You’re an idiot. But yeah, I guess it does. Maybe I’ll take you out sometime when the weather gets warmer.”

“It’s another date I guess,” Julian said, crumpling up the paper from the finished fries. “Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around though? The girl clinging to the cool guy on the motorbike?”

“Well, it’s either you or Allison, and she’s still in her baby gay phase so I don’t want to mess with that.” Sadie stood, before bending down to kiss the corner of Julian’s mouth. She flushed. “I’ll see you around.”

Julian looked after her, a little shocked but in a good way. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

She waved as she went to join the other Dobry girls at the buses. Maybe he’d have to join the rest of his own House at some point; but either way… it had been a good day. Yeah.

[yourdanganronpaneedshere]

Rantaro, Kokichi, Shuichi, Himiko, Kaede, and Maki under the mistletoe with their s/o?

Afkjdshfshkfkshgkhgalfhasj I love asks like this.

It’s so

F l u f f y .

~ Mod Hiyoko

Rantaro Amami

You and Rantaro had been planning on attending the Christmas party as a “date” ever since you two first heard about it. Rantaro didn’t do too much traveling during Winter time, so you had him all to yourself for the next few months

As you two pulled into the driveway, you were met with excited greetings from a group of your friends on the front porch; already you knew you were going to have a great time

Though you and Rantaro arrived together, you spent more time apart. Your friends had dragged you away practically the moment you stepped out of the car to help wrap the remaining presents, and Rantaro was being bombarded with questions and comments from lovesick boys and girls alike. Of course, he was polite and charming, but his mind was on you the entire time

Once he saw you emerge from a crowd of people-still in the process of untangling strings from your fingers and peeling off bits of scotch tape from your shirt-he excused himself from the conversation and gently tapped you on the shoulder. He suggested the two of you spend some time alone at a lake he saw a couple miles from the house. You had actually been wanting to ice skate for quite some time and saw this as a good opportunity to do so, so you agreed

Due to the piles of snow and patches of ice on the ground, it was quite a trek, but the warmth of each other’s presence made it bearable

You sucked in your breath as the lake came into view. It was absolutely stunning. The moon reflected onto the frozen water, making the practically flawless looking ice shimmer like crystals. A small shack stood a little distance away, the light from inside casting a dim glow on a patch of snow

Rantaro held his hand out to you, which brought you back to reality. “Shall we get started?”

You nodded and gracefully accepted his hand. The ice was frozen pretty evenly, so you didn’t have to worry about falling through. Snowflakes fell elegantly from the sky as the two of you skated around in circles, hand in hand. Rantaro was a surprisingly good skater; another hidden talent of his you supposed. He lifted your hand above your head and twirled you around, earning a delighted giggle on your end. It seemed that before it had all began, he held you close to his chest in a warm embrace, gently rubbing your back as you smiled against him.

“It’s getting cold. Why don’t we go inside for a bit?”

You nodded without hesitation, and he skated you two over to the edge of the lake near the shack. After taking your skates off, you headed inside; you both stood by the window and watched the snowflakes flutter onto the ground.

“Hey, S/O.”

“Hmm?”

Rantaro pointed a finger above the two of you, where a slightly wilted branch of mistletoe hung above your heads. It seemed that both of you had the same idea.

Slowly grazing a thumb over your cheek, Rantaro placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. You always heard rumors that he was a good kisser, but this was beyond anything you ever could have expected. The kiss was long and grew more intense by the second, yet still happened to keep its sweetness. Once you both pulled away, Rantaro rested his forehead on yours and breathed in deeply.

“That was my first kiss, you know. And I’m really glad it was with you. I love you, S/O.”

After returning an “I love you too”, a second kiss took place…this one a little more heated than the last one

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi had been pestering you about the party for weeks. You weren’t really too excited about going, but you knew how much he was looking forward to it, so you agreed to go just to humor him. Despite preferring to stay at home, you decided to be optimistic. Christmas parties were usually pretty fun. It was the holiday season, after all

Immediately after stepping indoors, Kokichi threw off his jacket and ran into the crowd, disappearing to do God knows what. You sighed and decided to make yourself comfortable on the couch, pulling out your phone in hopes no one would try to talk to you

After hearing a few minutes of yelling on Kaito’s part, you decided it was probably time to find Kokichi and put a stop to whatever shenanigans he was performing. Surprisingly, it didn’t take you too long to find him. Well, more like he barreled into you after you rounded a corner, knocking you both to the ground

“I’m not sure what exactly it is you’re doing, and frankly I’m a little scared to ask,” you said, “but I was thinking maybe we could step out for a little while?”

With a carefree shrug, Kokichi pulled you to your feet and the two of you made your way outdoors. During your walk, he was uncharacteristically quiet. You began to wonder if he was upset about something

“Hey, you okay?”

“Aww, is S/O worried about me? You’re too sweet!” Kokichi replied, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze

“Uh, yeah. We’re friends, after all. But you didn’t answer my question.”

Kokichi stopped in his tracks, his grip on your hand tightening, and a blank expression on his face. “Let’s go back.”

As he pulled you along, you began to get even more worried. You wanted to question him further, but decided to wait. After making it back to the house, Kokichi lead you into the kitchen, pushing past the people loitering by the counters. He stopped just in front of the sink, and you were now confused on top of everything else

“Seriously, are you okay? You’re acting weird even for you.”

Without replying, his blank expression was replaced with a sly smirk, and his gaze shifted up to a bushy branch of mistletoe dangling above you. Before you could even lower your eyes, you felt his lips press against yours as he pulled you in closer. The kiss was too short for you to even process what was even going on. You looked at him with eyes wide as dinner plates. “Wha-”

“Sorry about earlier.” Kokichi said, his tone sounding genuine. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you.”

Your face reddened while hearing this, but you couldn’t deny that you had entertained the thought a few times yourself. Kokichi giggled and pulled you in for a hug

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

After getting a disgruntled huff on your end, Kokichi pulled away from the hug just enough to kiss you once more, this time savoring it. His kiss tasted even sweeter than he looked, and you couldn’t help but deepen the kiss greedily. You felt him smile against your lips, and even though there were people around, you both ignored your surroundings and completely enveloped yourselves in each other

Shuichi Saihara

“Hey Shuichi, are you feeling okay? You’ve been kind of quiet.”

The familiar voice belonging to Shuichi’s good friend Kaede startled him greatly, causing him to nearly drop the mug of apple cider in his hands. “Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry, I’m fine.’

He had been standing at the window sill for over an hour just watching you play with the kids outside building snowmen, making snow angels, having snowball fights, all the good stuff. He turned away from Kaede and his whimsical expression returned as his gaze shifted back to you

Kaede followed his gaze with a curious expression, but it didn’t take her long to figure out what he was thinking. “Instead of staring at them like a weirdo, you can take advantage of all the mistletoe everywhere.”

Kaede’s comment made him blush a bright pink, but he turned away before she could comment on that as well. Shuichi’s mind wandered to the thought of the two of you kissing underneath the mistletoe. Kaede was right; there was something he could do to express his feelings, and he was going to do it

The rest of the evening was spent with you and Shuichi spending time together in one of the spare bedrooms in order to get away from all of the hullabaloo. He seemed bolder than he normally was. He was very forward; complimenting your appearance, telling you how much he liked spending time with you

It wasn’t until after dinner that Shuichi’s plan finally went into action. Once more, a group of excited children made their way over to you, begging you to read them a book. With a laugh, you agreed and were dragged away into the living room. Shuichi followed close behind with a warm smile on his face. Seeing you surrounded by children was adorable

As you sat down ready to open the book, the sound of the kid’s giggling caught your attention. One of the kids pointed their finger above your head, where a branch of mistletoe hung delicately off the ceiling light. Another child took Shuichi’s hand and pulled him over to where you were

“Now you two have to kiss!”

There was a chorus of laughs and “ew’s” from the kids, but you smiled brightly, sat the book down, and stood up. Shuichi cleared his throat nervously, his hand resting on the back of his neck. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, and-”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

Slowly, Shuichi wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in gently before letting his lips touch yours. In turn, you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Either the room went quiet or you two zoned out, because the only thing Shuichi could hear was the sound of your lips moving together, though it was almost drowned out by his heart pounding in his ears

Too soon, the kiss ended and you both pulled away. You both looked at each other in stunned silence. The silence didn’t last long, however, as one child wrinkled up his nose in disgust

“Gross.”

Himiko Yumeno

When Himiko has a crush, it can be pretty obvious, much to her dismay. Her usual lazy attitude is covered head to toe by layers of stutters, bright red cheeks, nervous giggles and awkward compliments. That was the Himiko you had following you around the entire evening, not that you minded

As the Christmas season crept closer and closer, the redheaded mage would dream nonstop about kissing you under the mistletoe. In her mind, the setting would be perfect; light jazzy Christmas melodies playing in the background, candles lighting up the room, filling it with scents of cinnamon and pine trees, the feeling of safety and serenity as she melted into your warm embrace whilst your lips mingled with hers

You were sitting at the dining room table with Himiko drinking cups of spice chai tea when a voice from the living room announced that it was time to exchange gifts. Himiko’s eyes lit up, filling with excitement in hopes that you would like the gift she had for you. You were special, you deserved something magical, and something magical you were going to get

Setting your empty cup at the end of the table, you and Himiko linked arms and moved to the living room. Light laughter and chitter-chatter filled your ears; people were already digging into the pile of presents underneath the tree

After what seemed like forever, you got up and grabbed a small package. “This is for you Himiko,” you smiled as you handed the present to her, “I really hope you like it.”

Himiko’s heart fluttered as she carefully untied the ribbon binding the box together. Opening up the lid revealed a silver charm bracelet adorned with a golden star charm and a white gold dove charm. “Wow S/O,” Himiko breathed, “I didn’t know you would go to all that trouble. Thanks.” With your help, she slid the bracelet on. “I wanna give you your present now.”

Taking you by the hand, Himiko lead you out of the living room, down the hallway and out onto the front porch. She adjusted her position a few times, much to your confusion. After a few moments, she pointed to a string of mistletoe above the doorway…which you swore wasn’t there when you arrived. “I thought you’d like a kiss from the Ultimate Mage herself.” Himiko said with a small giggle.

You were already on top of it. Stooping down to meet her level, your lips met Himiko’s in a sweet and bubbly kiss. Himiko jumped into your arms, allowing you the ability to hold her up and straighten out your back. She savored every millisecond, every moment she spent kissing and holding you close was simply…magical

Her tricks might not have been real magic, but this feeling sure was

Kaede Akamatsu

Kaede was always one of the popular kids at parties. Being as friendly and extroverted as she was, it wasn’t hard for people to warm up to her quickly. She was the first person guests would greet when arriving, and the last person they would say goodbye to before leaving, always giving her a sweet, lingering hug before parting

As much as she enjoyed the company, Kaede had her eyes set on one person in particular. You.

Being around you, she couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. Talking to people was so easy for her, but Kaede’s knees always shook whenever you smiled. That beautiful smile that she adored so much

Kaede had concocted a plan to get you to kiss her. Mistletoe was hung everywhere. All she had to do was hang around you until the opportunity struck for her to subtly move under the mistletoe. The one problem is that others had the same thing in mind for both you and Kaede. More than once Kaede would have to either act aloof and quickly walk away, or laugh awkwardly and plant a kiss on someone’s cheek. However, this didn’t bring her spirits down

As she waited for a chance to put her plan in action, she didn’t hold back any compliments. You were quite used to “S/O, you look wonderful!” or “I’m really glad you came S/O, you always make parties more fun!”

It happened so suddenly that at first Kaede didn’t realize what was happening. You were both having a pleasant conversation when your face lit up in a cherry red blush. “K-Kaede,” you said after clearing your throat to get her attention

“Huh? What is it S/O- Oh.”

The two of you were standing right under the mistletoe. Kaede’s plan had worked better than expected. The blonde felt her heart pound with anticipation, but she began to have second thoughts. You looked more embarrassed than anything else. She forced a smile in hopes to calm both of your nerves

“We don’t have to-”

You cut her off before she could finish, pulling her into a warm embrace and gently placing your lips on hers. For a split second, Kaede froze in shock, but quickly regained her composure and wrapped her arms around your neck and returned the kiss. You weren’t sure what exactly you were expecting, but Kaede was a great kisser. She tasted sweeter than she looked, and the way her lips moved in sync with yours was heavenly

The sound of people clapping and cheering startled you both, and Kaede pulled away, albeit reluctantly. The two of you stood there, still in each other’s arms with red cheeks and bright smiles. Kaede was on cloud nine; that was the best Christmas present she could have ever asked for

Maki Harukawa

Maki had been fantasizing about kissing you under the mistletoe the entire night. She wasn’t one for parties, and was content sticking to the sidelines, occasionally giving people a respectful nod or a “hello”. She looked bored out of her mind, but she was enjoying herself more than she lead on. More than anything, she liked watching you. The way you glowed in the candlelight was absolutely breathtaking, and it made Maki forget to breathe just looking at you

Maki knew that if she didn’t try to make a move, she’d regret it later. But like every lovestruck teenager, she had her doubts. The last thing she wanted was to offend you or make you uncomfortable. Little did she know that you felt the same way

It was close to ten o’clock p.m. before everyone started clearing out. Maki felt an ache in her chest at the thought of you leaving without getting the chance to uphold the one Christmas tradition she actually had an interest in for once

But just as she was ready to throw in the towel and leave, she heard a group of people giggling, and saw you standing under the mistletoe, blushing a bright red. As if on cue, your friends turned to Maki with excited grins. It made her wonder… Why are they all staring at me? Do they really expect me to kiss them? Then that would mean they…feel the same way. But that can’t be. Can it?

But the way you looked at her with those bright, expectant eyes said it all. A small smile crept upon your lips as Maki slowly made her way towards you. The people crowding around you parted ways, allowing Maki more room to get closer to you

She finally reached you, stopping just a few inches away from your face. You could feel her warm breath tickle your nose as her cautious glance switched between your eyes and lips

“S/O, I don’t like all these people staring,” she whispered. You simply shook your head in response. Seeing that the group of excited individuals weren’t going to be leaving anytime soon, Maki closed the gap and carefully planted her lips on yours

Her cold demeanor melted away like snow as she basked in the warmth of your presence. Maki took your hands in hers and held them tightly as the kiss turned more passionate than before. Too soon she pulled away, looking you dead in the eyes with an almost timid expression

“You really don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

[shenanigans-academia]

End of Season 3

Last one! Then I’ll shut up until October

Episode 51: Moving Into Dorms

•”I won’t make you worry, Mom” Izuku don’t life to your mother like that

•”She reminds me of my predecessor”

“What why?”

“It’s the hairstyle” All Might asbsjienb

•I LOVE THESE KIDS SO DAMN MUCH

•I genuinely just want like a spin off of the kids in the dorms. Like them just being super powered teenagers living together and being KIDS like. Please. Living with all your friends with powers? What could go wrong...? Think of the shenanigans

•Aizawa laying down the hammer wow

•I. Love. Kaminari. Jirou leave him alone

•BAKUGO AND KIRISHIMA I LOVE THEM OKAY

•Kirishima is Best Boi

•Uraraka falling over from shock the entire time and Iida freaking out is so cute

•MIDORIYA’S ROOM IM CRYING

•Tokoyami’s is badass leave him be he tried so hard

•Mineta no

•Leave Ojiro alone he’s comfortable

•Kaminari’s room is literally any teenage boy room. I knew at least 4 guys who had a room almost exactly like that lmao

•I FORGOT KODA HAD A BUNNY

•The girls are outnumbered. Hate when Mineta’s right

•Bakugo is such an old man he’s already asleep I love a sleepy sad Boi

•Mineta:”I knew I’d get in trouble if just I suggested seeing the girls dorms now I have people to back me up!”

Todoroki:”I’m over it”

•Honestly Kirishima’s isn’t that bad y’all are just mean (except you Uraraka you get it)

•”If I found out my boyfriend had a room like this I’d dump him” HAGAKURE WHAT THE HECK

•Shouji... honey. Your bed isn’t even made. And they thought Ojiro’s was plain

•Okay Sero’s is cool “yup that’s me, always the wild card” god I love you

•Todoroki’s is so cozy

•Sato is so. Sweet lmao we need more of him

•Jirou is so punk I LOVE HER

•Hagakure. So. Pink

•Mina. So. Hot Pink

•Ojiro is so polite he’s so good

•I need Momo’s bed

•LMAO SERO WRAPPED UP MINETA WHEN HE WAS BEING PERVY WE LOVE TAPE BOY

•YEAH SATO WON

•Intervention time

•Tsuyu is so pure she deserves so much

•YALL MADE TSUYU CRY IMMA FIGHT

•KIRISHIMA APOLOGIZING AND SAYING HE WONT MAKE HER SAD AGAIN WARMS MY HEART they’re all so pure

Episode 52: Create Those Ultimate Moves

•Mido forgetting he was in the dorm is kinda cute he’s like wait this isn’t my room at home

•”That’s 2 questions. Calm down” Iida it’s too early for this and Aizawa is a tired man

•Everyone’s so intense. Then Mido is just like...I can’t move my arms what the fuck do you want from me

•”How can I fight with these damaged arms?” Well everybody told you NOT to break your bones, Deku

•ALL MIGHT HAVING A TEACHING FOR DUMMIES BOOK IM CRYING

•Lmao they just blew up Midoriya

•Nobody:

Mido and Uraraka: BOOOOOOBS

•”I’m Tenya Iida, the man you tricked into to being a walking billboard for you at the Sports Festival!”

“NEVER HEARD OF YA” Hatsume has no chill

•Hatsume doesn’t know personal space lmao

•”My quirk is in my legs you mad woman” Iida is done

•AND MIDORIYA JUST REALIZED HE HAD LEGS LMAO

•Mido is so soft for his mom’s costume I love it

•Bakugo is literally trying to kill somebody

•”If I’m so worried about using my arms then I’m use my LEGS” what happens when you break your legs again honey THINK

Episode 53: The Test

•Gotta protect those stupid red shoes

•I live for Kami’s choker. But Kiri you added sleeves. But still. No. Shirt. Honey

•Tsuyu’s hair up is *chef’s kiss*

•The girls talking about boys like regular teenagers I love it

•”ITS A BOY ISN’T IT IS IT MIDORIYA OR IIDA YOURE ALWAYS HANGING OUT WITH THEM WHICH ONE IS IT” Minaaaaaaa lmao she doesn’t mess around

•Cue Uraraka watching Deku lmao “it’s not it” SWEETIE YES IT IISSSSSSS

•Inasa is Iida x1000 and with WAY too much caffeine

•Erasure is too emo for love lmao

•”Think about it Erasure, if I was your wife your future would be a life of constant laughter”

“That sounds like a legitimate nightmare” god I love this grumpy man

•I do love Joke and Aizawa’s “friendship” if you want to call it that lmao

•IT’S DEKUS TWIN

•”This charming pretty boy is going to steal our girls” You’re right Kaminari he is

•”Please date me”

“Shut up” I’m both Ms. Joke and Aizawa

•Aizawa has so much faith in his class he’s like I’m not worried about my little shits just watch

Episode 53: Shiketsu High Lurking

•JIROOUUUUUUU

•”PROTECT THIS PERV” Mina is my favorite 1A girl I’m not sorry

•Shindo is slutty Deku and I love him

•I am the commentator wow

•”I don’t know why but I’m actually getting pretty excited about this” of course you are Midoriya you big quirk nerd

•”In order to help others you have to be able to take care of yourself” DEKU SAID SELF CARE

•”Midoriya what is this enviable situation you fight yourself in” Serooooo why

•We’re gettin some good Sero content thank god

•Lmao there’s a ninja school

Episode 55: Class 1A

•Todoroki is. As you say. A Badass

•Inasa:”Wait what were we talking about!?”

Poor Random Kid:”I don’t know. You just came up and started talking...”

•This is literally Anime Hunger Games

•Shouji holding Tsuyu is. So pure

•SHOUJI YELPING AND TURNING AROUND WHEN MOMO OPENS HER SHIRT TO USE HER QUIRK HES SUCH A GOOD RESPECTFUL BOY

•The power group we don’t deserve: Momo, Jirou, Tsuyu, and Shouji

•KAMI AND KIRI FOLLOWING BAKUGO MAKES ME SO HAPPY they love to annoy him and it works but they work so well together love Bakusquad

•GOOEY KIRI IS GROSS LMAO

•Aizawa basically saying Mido and Bakugo are the leaders who help the class work better the most and that he’s honored to teach them is PEAK

Episode 56: RUSH!

•Sooo Shindo’s a sneaky bastard I see

•”THIS IS WHY EVERYONES TERRIFIED OF YOU YOU’RE WAY TOO HARDCORE” Kaminari’s right and he should say it

•I need more Baku and Kami interactions tbh

•”Those ugly ass gauntlets of his” love sassy Kami

•DEFEND BAKUGO SQUAD IS AIZAWA/KAMI AND KIRI YES I LOVE MY BOYS

•Oof Mido takes no prisoners

•It does suck that if you don’t pass the Provisional License exam do you just never get your Hero License? Do you only get a set amount of times you can take it?

•Iida has grown so much

•Bakugo knows your secrettttt

•Jirou says fuck Kaminari lives lmao

•GO CLASS 1A ALL OUR KIDS MADE IT

•Aizawa shut up you big softie lmao

Episode 57: Rescue Exercises

•Sero why are you starting shit lmao

•Kirishima and Kaminari following Bakugo just because they want to is my favorite

•Momo stopping Uraraka from acting too quickly is great leadership skills. All these kids have what to takes to be heroes they work so well together and in situations like these I love these kids so much

•Shouji and Mineta are a good team because Shouji keeps Mineta in line and I appreciate it

•The fake bystanders are hilarious

Episode 58: Special Episode: Save The World With Love!

•All Might and David Shield (GAY)

•Bakugo why are you like this

•Midoriya is a giant softie romantic and I fucking love it

•All Might as a villain is just funny he gets so into the roll but he’s also just a bad actor lmao

•Mic needs to tone it down but he’s so funny

•I like Cementos a lot and Midnight is an A1 actress go her

•All Might running away and shattering the kids idea of love is so fucKING FUNNY LMAO

•Nice way to set up the movie

•UNLCE MIGHT

•GAY

•The timeline of this episode is throwing me off tho since this is before Midoriya moves into the dorms

•DadMight and Deku family vacation SO CUTE

•”You are the real heroes” THEY’RE SO PURE HOLY SHIT

Episode 59: What’s the Big Idea?

•Bakugo you need to calm down babe

•Gang Orca came to play damn

•Todoroki and Inasa are so chaotic together oh my god

•Gang Orca is just like what is up with these damn kids

•”It was a shock to meet your father because when I looked into his eyes the only thing I could see was an insatiable anger aimed at the entire world” imagine being raised/trying to live with that hatred, Inasa

•Lmao Todoroki triggered Inasa into not coming to UA. Endeavor loves ruining kids lives doesn’t he

•TELL EM OFF MIDO

•Inasa is so. Weird

•”Why didn’t I remember him? He’s so loud and obnoxious” You were so blinded by hate for your father that you were literally blind to other people in your way sweetie

•LMAO JUST CHOKE A CHILD THEY’LL GROW STRONGER

•Highkey love Shindo ngl

•Team Work Boys come on

•Ojiro my fuckin BOYYYY

•OHHH TSUYU THATS MY GIRL WE LOVE POWER MOVES

•Love Hair Dude

•Gang Orca’s actually impressed wow

Episode 60: A Talk About Your Quirk

•Mido passed yesss All Might Jr lol

•Bakugo and Todoroki. Whomp whomp

•B:”Let me see it [review of the exam]”

Kiri:”Ahh how about you worry about yourself”

Kiri’s like please don’t kill me

•Sero:”Hey looks like I’m pretty great at this” I love you Tape Boy

•I love how Iida just picks Mineta up by his cheeks and takes him away from people when he’s being too much lmao Dad Mode Activated

•Inasa and Todo are such an interesting dynamic. I haven’t read the manga but I know the make up exam happened recently and their interactions always make me laugh

•Kinda forgot about Toga but there were hints that it was her the whole time so it’ll be cool to actually meet Camie later on

•Holding his Prov. Hero License:”I have to show my mom and All Might right away” Izuku I love you precious boy

•oh my god One For All shut the fuck UP

•”I won’t be dying any time soon. Especially not by Shigaraki’s hand” if that is foreshaDOWING IM GONNA CRY IT BETTER NOT BE HIROKOSHI

•”We’re gonna have a talk about your quirk” I’m ready to CRY

•Kiri sleeping is so cute I love his hair down. And Iida sleeps stiff as a board I’m laughing reminds me of a friend of mine

•Bakugo please just. Breathe

Episode 61: Deku VS. Kacchan, Part 2

•MY FAVORITE EPISODE YALL

•Kacchan Hon, Deku doesn’t live just to get in your way in life believe or not

•Bakugo DEFINITELY kinda planned on killing Midoriya AHH

•”Why hurt each other when we could just talk things out?”

Bakugo tries to blow him up instead

•The flashbacks are killing me they were so small

•Bakugo’s voice cracking while talking about his anguish and self blame? That shit HURTED

•When he yells like this he looks like a feral wolf oh my god Kacchan

•Kacchan needs a hug. Too bad he doesn’t understand being comforted by other people. So instead Izuku KICKS HIM IN THE FUCKING HEAD WHAT THE FUCK

•Feral Bakugo has been Leveled Up

•”Our relationship to one another is completely screwed up” Oh really Mido what made you think that

•These kids wanna fuckin die

•”It’s obvious you’ve always looked down on me even when we were kids” Bakugo you are a BIG DUMB BLIND BOOMY BOY

•Okay but the animation tho???

•”All Might was my hero but you were the one ACTUALLY IN MY LIFE” WHEN I SAY I SOBBED

•When Bakugo’s crouched and ready to strike, Me:”MA THERES A WEIRD FUCKING CAT OUTSIDE”

•A wild Gremlin is loose Aizawa and All Might come get your kids

•FUCKIN KO BOI

•lmao whoops never mind

•my favorite MHA ship? Bakugou and Therapy

•ALL MIGHT YOU LITERALY JUST WATCHED THEM PUMMEL THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER BRUH

•Bakugo blaming himself for All Might’s retirement? Kill me

•”Sometimes I forget that you’re children” apparently everybody does THEY’RE 15/16!!!

•”Don’t you dare lose again” you are. So confusing

•Baku’s little exhale tho he had so much weight on his shoulders this poor boy

•”If this secret ever got out, people will wonder where the power went. You idiot why did you tell me about it before” Deku’s like I can’t win with him lmao

•THEY’RE PROPER RIVALS NOW I LOVE 2 IDIOT CHILDREN

•Aizawa with his hair in a ponytail and black V neck tho? Oof when I say I love a man...

•Aizawa is done with this class and these 2 problem children in particular lmao

Episode 62: A Season For Encounters

•My boy Twice

•”Your face makes me want to puke” you get used to it rando villain dude...or noT DABI NO

•Dabi. Babe. Bruh. What the fuck

•Twice and Ectoplasm have similar quirks...TODOROKI WHERE ARE YOU

•Overhaul. I’m gonna hate you so much I can tell. Especially for Season 4 I KNOW YOU you creepy Plague Doctor Asshole

•Kirishima trying to comfort Todoroki is adorable

•MONOMA WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS LEAVE PONY GIRL ALONE DON’T DRAG HER INTO YOUR BULLSHIT LMAO

•SHINSOUUUUUU “looks like he’s bulked up a bit since the Sports Festival” my boy gettin BUFF since he knows Midoriya could’ve killed him if he wanted to lmao

•Kami playing with Ojiro’s tail gives me life

•...You ain’t nothin but a Hound Dog Lmao

•BIG THREE. BIG THREE. BIG. THREE. MIRIOOOOOOO

•God I love Present Mic

•Sero and Mineta are asking to die I swear

•IIDA CALLING MIDO “HOUSE ARREST” AND DOING A FUNNY VOICE IM CRYING I love sassy Iida where has he been

•The first time I saw the scene of Mirio sticking his head through stuff to scare Mido was on Tumblr before I watched MHA and I was CACKLING AND CONFUSED

•The broccoli head was strong in that frame

•THE. BIG. THREE. AHHHH

Episode 63: Unrivaled

•Sometimes I forget how fucking gross Mineta is. Then he opens his mouth and it all comes flooding back

•”He didn’t do that great a job at the Sports Festival last year. Definitely left a strong impression” being buck ass naked will do that lmao

•I relate to Amajiki Tamaki so. Fuckin. Much. I feel you sweetheart

•LET! SHOUJI! TALK!

•Kaminari you dumb

•”The futures gonna be!?... Awful” Wow. Mirio gets it

•Tamaki if you could get off the wall you could do what Mirio’s trying to teach these kids I love an anxious boy

•Big Tough Boi Kiri is both badass and soft I love a Rock

•Aaaannd Mirio traumatized a bunch of kids with his dick. Mostly Jirou lol

•Aizawa your whole class was just murdered by a wild naked man

•Mirio has a baby face TinTin but is fucking JACKED

•”I tried to make it so that you didn’t see my willy. Sorry if you did” Mirio you’re so cute I’m going to bawl in Season 4 I’m not ready

•Mirio walks so funny

•...who the fuck is Sir???

•Kiri bringing Baku his trash: “Sure I’ll take it!”

Anybody else bringing Baku their trash:some kind of aggressive phrase

•Oh, you. I heard about you. I know what happens to you... this is gonna hurt, huh?

Whelp that’s the end of my rewatch. I can’t wait for Season 4! Is it October yet???

[toms-order]

Bad Reputation

My secret santa gift for @sunshiney-souls

Chapter Two: Proving You Wrong

Tom Holland x reader

Chapter one: the library

Warnings: sex implied, no actually smut though, but still sexual.

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You didn't see him again in a week. It's not like you wanted to see him again. He was an asshole. You didn't wanna waste anymore time talking to him. But what confused you the most was why couldn't you stop thinking about him. You didn't have a reason to be, he was just constantly on your mind. It wasn't like they were good thoughts. They were more like wondering why he was the way he was. There was no doubt in your head that Tom was a fucking dick, but nevertheless he was still an interesting character, you thought. He was the type of guy to be charming one second and a complete asshole the next. You didn't know why you wanted to know more about him. Even though you did, you weren't gonna find out. You could barley stand being in the same room as him.

~~~

It came as a surprise to you when he showed up another week later. His curls were out again, and he looked rough, like he hadn't got any sleep. You assumed it was from partying. You had heard about the annual beginning of the year frat party. It was supposed to be huge. You could hear the music from all the way from your dorm. You never went to those things, you hated parties and you hated drinking. It wasn't your type of fun.

Tom plopped down on his chair with a sigh. He didn't say a word to you. He just rested his head on his desk and closed his eyes. Something you expected from him. He never paid attention when he was here anyways.

"Had a rough day?" You couldn't stop yourself from teasing him.

He groaned, not moving his head. His eyes were squeezed shut. "A rough week." He answered.

You didn't reply, you felt like you didn't need to.

But that didn't stop him from wanting to talk to you.

"How was your week?" He finally lifted up his head to look at you, resting his chin on his palm while his elbow rested on the table.

You shrug. "The usual."

"No more getting locked into library's?" He teased you.

You rolled your eyes. "That was a one time thing." You replied quietly. Your professor had finally started the lesson.

Tom however, wasn't quiet. "Do me a favor?" He asked.

His question confused you. What could he want you to do? You didn't think you had anything he wanted.

"I will if you be quiet for the rest of the class." You answered, your eyes avoiding his as you looked at your professor speaking.

Tom nodded, sealing his lips with his fingers and throwing out the key. You didn't think he'd be able to do it. There wasn't one class where Tom wasn't talking. Whether it was from teasing you or speaking to his buddies who sat in front of him. But some how Tom managed to stay quiet which pissed you off even more.

After class you tried to leave as quickly as possible, hoping Tom would forget about the favor you owe him, but of course he stopped you on the way out.

"You owe me a favor." Tom smirked at you.

You frowned, sighing. "What is it." You just wanted to get this over with. It was probably something stupid, like notes or a dollar.

"Go on a date with me."

You thought you had missheard. There was no way Tom Holland was asking you out on a date. You thought it was a joke, some prank. You didn't do anything to insinuate that you liked him, or wanted to go out on a date with him. Why would he ask that.

He took your silence as a chance to continue. "I think once you go out with me, you'll see I'm not some asshole who loves breaking girls hearts."

Then it all finally made sense to you.

"So this is just another game of yours? You wanna take me out and prove to me that your some amazing guy and make me fall in love with you, just so you can prove a point?" You said in disbelief. "Then what Tom? After your done playing this sick game what are you gonna do? Leave? Because I think thats exactly what your gonna do. " You snap at him.

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "Who said anything about falling in love?" He shot you a grin. "All I'm asking is you give me one chance to prove myself."

You thought for a moment. It wouldn't hurt you to give him one night, however you didn't really wanna spend another night with him. That night in the library was enough for you. But it was tempting, to see what he was really like. You knew he had layers to him, but was that something you really wanted to see? You thought about it somemore. Just one night. All he wanted was one night, then you could be done with him.

"Fine." You finally said.

He gave you a smile, a genuine smile. He seemed like he was already starting. "I'll meet you at the library at six." And with that said, he walked away from you, leaving you stunned.

~~~

You were on time. Tom didn't tell you where you were going, so you just decided to wear your best clothes, which wasn't anything fancy. You've never been anywhere fancy other than a church gathering your grandma had made you go to. You stood outside of the library in a your favorite skinny jeans, a floral top and a black cardigan. The only shoes you owned were your black vans, which made the outfit a little weird but it was all you had that was date worthy. You didn't know why you were trying so hard, it wasn't like you were expecting a good time. In fact, you were expecting a horrible time. You expected him to take you to some party and call it a date.

Ten minutes later and you were starting to get pissed, one thing you hadn't been expecting was Tom to be late. Of course he wasn't gonna take this seriously.

Ten more minutes and you were just about to leave. There was no way you were waiting any longer, but then you saw him. He was dressed in a polo and khakis, his hair gelled back. It was a sight you thought you'd never see. It was different then his usual all black clothing. He rushed over to you, breathing deeply.

"I'm sorry I lost track of time." He apologized.

You were still pissed at him though. "Let's just get this over with."

He nodded, letting out another deep breath. "Follow me." He said, then walked off, towards the gate.

You rolled your eyes, but followed after him anyways. He stayed beside you, looking anywhere but at you. You decided it was best to break the awkward silence.

"Where are we going?" You asked. You were hoping it was the movies or something so you wouldn't have to talk to him.

"The park, its only a couple of blocks away from campus." He said, looking down at his feet while he led the way off campus.

"Okay." You were happy it wasn't what you thought it was.

"Hope you don't mind the walk, my car is at the shop."

You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't have a car so I'm usually walking anyways." Cars were expensive, and so was the college you were attending. You couldn't afford both.

Tom nodded to himself, sticking his hand in his pockets. He looked over at you finally, taking in your appearance. "You look nice."

You felt your cheeks grow hot. You weren't expecting a compliment. Those were something you were unfamiliar with. You hadn't ever received a compliment from a guy before, other than your dad or uncles. It was a weird feeling.

"Thank's." You uttered. "You look...different." You decided it was a good different. Even though you liked all the black he wore, the polo shirt was a good choice.

He ignored your comment, announcing that you had arrived at your destination. It was a childrens park. Not many people there. One think you were excited about was the swings. As a kid you could never get off of those things.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, Tom had grabbed your hand, dragging you away from the bark box in the direction of a picnic set up by a tree with shade.

"Hope your hungry." He said, letting go of your hand and sitting near the basket neatly placed on top of a blanket.

You were in fact. You hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast.

Tom opened the basket, pulling out two sandwiches wrapped in foil. He handed you one before pulling out two cokes and a bag of cheetos.

"I tried my best." He chuckled, opening up the sandwich.

You did the same, opening the up the foil revealing a ham and cheese sandwich. It was simple, hard to mess up. However once you took a bite your face twisted in disgust.

You didn't wanna be mean, so you tried to hide it and keep chewing, but Tom saw it, and he tasted it.

He laughed, throwing his head back. "This is terrible." He spit out the sandwich back onto the foil before dropping it back into the basket.

You decided it was okay to laugh. "How do you mess up a ham and cheese sandwich." You giggle, spitting out the sandwich the same way he did.

He shrugged, a smile on his face. "Good thing I brought the big bag of cheetos."

You wondered how he knew cheetos was your favorite, you decided it was probably because of the night in the library when you chose the cheetos out of everything else.

You laughed, grabbing the cheetos before opening it up. You took two in your mouth, hoping to get rid of the gross sandwich taste. You handed the bag over to Tom, who took a handful.

"So how come the park?" You questioned.

It wasn't like you weren't grateful for the setting, but it seemed out of character for Tom.

"I like it, its almost peaceful." He shrugged, shoving cheetos in his mouth.

You agreed, other than the library the park was one of your favorite places to be. Your grandma used to take you all the time when you were little after school. You'd play on the slide and the monkey bars, but the swings were always your favorite. You loved to swing as high as you could and close your eyes. It felt like you were flying.

Before you could stop yourself, you ended up telling Tom all of that. You told him how you and your grandma would walk miles for the park and only stay for about ten minutes before having to walk back. Those ten minutes were worth it though. Ten minutes on a swing, with your eyes closed.

You told him about how you would try to climb up the slide with your socks on, always failing and falling down. You told him how one time you were so close, your hand was literally on the start of the slide, but your grandma called out for you, so you had to let go and slip down.

What surprised you the most was that he listened. He listened to you go on and on about swings, slides, and how your hands felt raw after going on the monkey bars for hours. He listened, sharing your favorite chips and not interrupting. He watched the way you spoke, he looked like he was actually interested in what you were saying, which surprised you.

After you were finished, you felt your face grow hot. You had been talking too much. The bag of cheetos was almost finished.

"Sorry, I talked too much." You said sheepishly.

He chuckled. "It's okay. I like your stories."

You bit down on your lip. Tom was surprising you more and more as the date went on. Some things caught you off guard. Like when you were talking he had opened up your cokes, with his eyes still on you. Like how when you were getting uncomfortable sitting on your feet, he notived and he moved the basket over so you could stick your feet out. Small things like that surprised you.

"What about you?" You asked, bringing the can of coke up to your lips.

He looked down at his hands, biting the inside of his cheek. "My parents used to take me to the park with my siblings all the time. My favorite was also the swings. Me and my brother used to fight over who'd go first, I'd always win of course."

You smiled at his story. You didn't know he had siblings. But how could you know? It wasn't like you'd ever ask. It wasn't like you cared to ask before. Something you were starting to regret was judging him.

Tom did the same as you. He went on about his visits to the park and how his brothers would always start bark fights. He talked about how mad his mom would get every time she had to clean his pants from all the bark. He talked about when it would rain and all the slides were wet him and his brothers would try to slide down them with their shoes on. He talked about how it would never work and he always ended up with soaked pants. He talked about when he grew up and was too old for the park, he'd still sneak over in the middle of the night and watch the stars, blasting music in his earphones.

His stories were similar to yours. You remember night time at the park. The park was always more beautiful at night.

You sat and listened, just as interested in his stories as he was with you. You liked the way he spoke. It was different from his usual cocky attitude. It was more like him, it was more likeable. You decided you liked this Tom. The one who talks about his family like their the best people in the world. You liked the Tom that brings big bags of cheetos and nasty sanwiches.

Tom was starting to prove you wrong by just a couple of hours. You were starting to actually know the real him, and it scared you. You didn't know what was gonna happen after this, but whatever will happen, you liked this moment right now. You liked this Tom.

~~~

It had been hours of you and Tom sharing stories, laughing together and at one another. He was night and you two had decided to move to the swings once all the children have left. You weren't swinging fast, you were just slowly swaying back and forth, your feet still on the ground. You talked about everything and anything.

He shared about his siblings and how his mom is the most important woman in his life. He talked about how he ended up all the way here from England. What surprised was that he was actually funny. He made you laugh so hard you almost fell of the swing. And you loved his laugh. It was becoming one of your favorite sounds, which scared you. You were starting to form an attachment. You had also shared some personal things with him.

It was about 12 when you decided to walk back to campus. He held your hand in his. His hand was warm and fit perfectly in yours. You had this warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of your stomach throughout the whole walk.

What came next will always surprise you.

You didn't know why you said it, but it came out of your mouth.

"Wanna come back to my place?"

He was just as surprised as you were, but hee agreeded.

Then what happened after that was even more shocking.

You didn't know how his hands endes up in your hair and lips presses against yours. You didn't know how you managed to unbuckle his pants while he pushed you onto the bed. You don't remember how his lips ended up on your neck and how your hands got tangled in his hair.

You thought you'd never do this. You weren't one to do that on the first date, or even the first month of dating. But you did. It was slow, not rushed. It was calm, giggles would escape both of your mouths, replaced by moans throughout the night. He was gentle, loving, always asking if your were okay. It wasn't what you thought it'd be.

That night was amazing, but the next day was something you weren't prepared for.

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Chapter two is done!!!

Keep reading for more.

Chapter three: The Aftermath.

[miikkasakari]

7

It’s weird to think that Iron Man 3 is one of the highest ever grossing superhero movies, but it makes sense: we needed a follow up to Avengers. It’s even weirder, though, to think that one of the main characters had a complete trilogy that early in.

I saw it once in theatres and that was it. I don’t remember what my first impression was at all.

But I really, really liked it. I think part of that was just how new it was to me - I seriously remembered so little, like, extremis and some exploration of Tony’s anxiety and Ben Kingsley and that’s about it - so it was like a whole new journey again.

The main thing that makes this one work is the look at Tony’s mental health and that he is very clearly not okay. A couple of years ago he was very selfishly living it up - and the introductory scene in which he completely blows off Yinsen is both heartbreaking and stands to just how much he has grown as a person, even while retaining his extremely flippant personality - and then he was held captive and had people after him multiple times and threw a nuke into space and almost died. Repeatedly. Of course he’s fucked up.

So it was really appreciated to see it play out as it did, and testament to RDJ there, because you can feel some of Tony’s panic along with him. You hurt alongside him and you’re grateful that he’s grown enough to admit he has a problem, but then, it’s horrifying when one of his suits nearly attacks Pepper, and he’s that far gone. So when he pretty much dares terrorists to blow up his house - and they come for him and do it - it makes sense why he went that far. He’s in a horrible state of mind and he’s only just barely opening up about it, but not enough to get real help at that stage, and his self-destructive tendencies kick in instead. He has no actual coping mechanisms.

It’s just heartbreaking how often he goes through it and how there isn’t much solution for it. He thought he was going to die and he couldn’t reach Pepper. Jarvis left him and all he saw were foreign stars consumed by a nuclear explosion, and it should have been the last thing he ever saw. (Like how the cave in Afghanistan should have been the last thing he ever saw.) There is absolutely zero time for him to address it after the end of Avengers; by then everyone is just happy to be alive and go their separate ways. So he addresses it the only unhealthy way he knows how to: less drinking, more obsessive working to keep himself and Pepper safe. His confession to Pepper was so good because we have never seen that before.

I totally forgot that this story takes place around Christmas for some reason and that there was the element with the kid, but they played off one another well. I particularly appreciated the kid being so out of his element and not knowing what to do regarding Tony’s panic attacks because, really, who would know how to handle that, much less, what, a 10-year-old? And how Tony’s aware enough to figure out he’s yelling at this kid for no reason but at least works to eventually make things right, step by step. That’s new for him.

It’s a pretty quick trilogy within the universe’s timeline but there is so, so much growth in it. It still doesn’t quite reach the level of the first one - that one came out of nowhere, that one had no expectations, and that one was, again, very real world, whereas this one feels almost like a partial Black Mirror episode when it comes to some of the villainy - but I don’t think that standard was ever going to be attainable again. The good news is it doesn’t have to be because by this point RDJ has so embodied the character that it just works.

The fight sequences here are more entertaining due to the variety they introduce; partial suits, and in particular hopping from suit to suit in the climactic battle is awesome. There’s only so much one can do with suit combat scenes but they found a great note to go out on.

And a bit of science bros at the end! I remember following Avengers everything was just, the team is together constantly, and of course we weren’t going to be able to actually get that in standalone movies, but there’s the benefit to the real world rights of not being able to make any more solo Hulk movies: they can have Bruce float around and the implication that he did take Tony up on his offer is extremely welcome.

A couple of heartbreaking moments that really speaks to the charm of the first movie involves strong personification. Bettany’s voice acting when Jarvis is malfunctioning is genuinely upsetting, the weak little way he goes out when he realizes he’s faulty. And Dummy flailing about helplessly as he falls into the ocean - and Tony rescuing him at the end.

While Rhodey got to star in the second one - and he had his very strong moments here too, it’s great to see Tony’s dependency on him to start because Rhodey is the one actually trained for combat, not to mention more evidence of them legitimately being friends - Pepper got to shine at the end. It’s been pointed out that in the three movies she’s actually the one to take out two of the main bad guys.

Of course, she didn’t deserve pretty much any of what was coming to her. A suit scaring her half to death while Tony is in the midst of a sleep-ridden panic attack is horrible and terrifying. Tony broadcasting their address after she had moved in was awful. Her anguish when she thinks he’s dead and her sheer relief when she gets his voicemail. (Tony’s matching grief when he thinks Pepper is dead - and the body language kind of mirrored Steve when he watched Bucky fall, actually.) She’s been through an upsetting amount, but their chemistry remains intact and it’s heartening that she’s been able to be with him every step of the way, guide him, and even get to the point wherein she’s his catalyst for his growing as a person.

I’d have been down for an Iron Man 4, honestly, but it’s really hard to see where they possibly could have gone from here. They addressed his trauma, repeatedly. He was never going to totally change as a person, his selfishness is still going to be a prime flaw and that just doesn’t go away, it just gets redirected. So this was probably as good a way to cap things off - and his clean slate protocol was basically showing Pepper that he’s serious about getting better, now.

He deserves the sleep and to not pop up again for a while.

One thing I definitely forgot was the ending credits layout and honestly, whoever thought of that was brilliant. I loved the wireframe in the first movie but the third, revisiting important scenes over the entire trilogy, was just the absolute best way to cap it all off. Here’s the character that started it all. He is very beloved. Here’s everything he went through. Here’s a well-timed, realistic emotional arc for him. There’s no hint at more to come because they weren’t even close to that stage yet, but it really did put a nice little bow on things.

[goldstarzzz]

V3: The RPG

Everyone knows Junko loves playing high-stakes games with her classmates, but sometimes even she can enjoy something for the more casual player.

I wrote this a couple months ago as a late birthday present for @jinjojess, but since V3 just released in English, I decided to post this. Warning, this has MAJOR V3 spoilers, so don’t read if you haven't finished the game.

Words: 2241 Rating: Teen (like honestly, it's general but there are swears so) Characters: Tsumugi Shirogane,Shuichi Saihara, Yasuhiro Hagakure, Junko Enoshima, Touko Fukawa, Hifumi Yamada, Sakura Ogami, Kyoko Kirigiri, Makoto Naegi, Mukuro Ikusaba, Byakuya Togami (mentioned), Leon Kuwata (mentioned), Maki Harukawa (mentioned), Himiko Yumeno (mentioned), Ki-Bo (mentioned), Chihiro Fujisaki (mentioned)

The atmosphere was tense as a terrible realization was looming among everyone’s minds, it had finally become clear to the ‘students’ of Gifted Inmates Academy that their belief that they were the last survivors of humanity and former students was just a lie that had been implanted in their minds by the Ringleader of the Killing Game they were forced into, the girl with the Super High School Level Cosplay talent known as Tsumugi Shirogane. The truth behind everything had become apparent to the student, but it was a truth that seemed so impossible to them that they couldn’t quite grasp it, even with how obvious it had become.

 "If what I had said about my inability to cosplay real people is true, then what does that mean about Hope's Peak Academy?" Although Tsumugi had lied about many things, she remained steadfast that she was unable to cosplay as real, living people and yet there she was, disguised as Makoto Naegi, the supposed Super High School Level Hope of the Hope’s Peak Academy Killing Game. Any possible options were wiped out by the fact that she was able to dress this way without getting sick, there was only one answer for here question.

 Elsewhere, far away (in a manner of speaking) from the trial that was happening with the students of Gifted Inmates Academy, a voice whispered ("Wait... Enoshima-chi, am I reading this right?")

 ("Yeah, just read it already,") another voiced responded hurriedly.

 "Could it be that it's... fictional?!" the Super High School Level Detective Saihara Shuichi finally responded to Tsumugi’s question. Almost as if it was a direct response to his answer, Shirogane changed costumes. Her speed was remarkable, in the blink of an eye, she managed to completely change her look from Naegi to Byakuya Togami, the Super High School Level Scion.

 "That's right, the Biggest, Most Awful, Most Tragic Event in Human History never actually took place in reality. Yeah, Hope's Peak and the Future Foundation and the Remnants of Despair, they don't exi-"

 "A-all right, I've heard enough of this!" Another voice from elsewhere broke through the scene that was going on, completely disrupting it.

 "HUH?! Aren't you supposed to be dead?!" Junko Enoshima said testily, clearly annoyed by the sudden intrusion.

 “Y-you know that’s not what I-I’m talking about!”

 In Hope’s Peak Academy’s Rec Room, Touko Fukawa was trying her best to look confrontational towards the group of six that were huddled around a table filled with notes and drawings and character sheets. Hifumi Yamada, Sakura Ogami, Kyoko Kirigiri, Makoto Naegi, Yasuhiro Hagakure, and finally Junko Enoshima turned in their chairs to look at the girl who had been lingering about listening to their roleplay.

 “You’re weird meta narrative was b-bad enough, but I won’t have you dragging Byakuya-sama’s name through the mud with that terrible impression of him!”

 “Hey, don’t blame me, I’m just following Junko Enoshima-dono’s instructions, being the Ringleader isn’t as fun as you’d think it’d be with the DM basically breathing down your back,” Hifumi Yamada sighed. As the Super High School Level Doujin Writer, he’d just wanted to play as a character that shared his love of fiction but that was pretty much pinned down when Junko revealed to him that he was the Mastermind and had to try to blend into the background. Now that they were at the forefront of everything, he barely had any control over what she did.

 “Actually, that’s a genuine point of criticism for me as well,” Kyoko spoke up, “Quite honestly, I haven’t really been putting any effort into playing for a while. I wasn’t expecting much challenge from the mysteries you set up, so that wasn’t an issue for me but… Forcing my character into a romantic subplot with Kuwata’s wasn’t the direction I was hoping to take Harukawa.”

 “Hey!” Junko pretended to snap, she knew that her friends would get pissed off like this at the last minute but honestly she had too much fun fucking with them in the game and this final outburst was almost entertaining even with how predictable it was. The feeling of being frustrated at not being allowed to play how you wanted and the feeling of being totally cornered by your friends in a heated argument, they were despair, they might’ve been a mundane kind of despair, one that wouldn’t normally satisfy her, but they were definitely despair.

 “I wouldn’t have had to force you guys into so many weird spots if you’d break out of your comfort zone. Look at Ogami, she’s roleplaying as a tiny magician girl who barely puts effort into anything, her total opposite, and how many times have I pushed her into a weird spot? Basically zero.”

 “I don’t appreciate being used as an example like this,” Sakura said, “While it’s true that I took our game as an exercise to try to put myself in a different mindset, I don’t feel that everyone else should be forced into a characterization that feels alien to them or makes them feel uncomfortable. Besides, my character has barely had any major effect on the overarching plot.”

 “Yeah, I haven’t really spoken up about this,” Makoto started to speak up, “But that whole shift that Ki-Bo did earlier in the chapter was kinda the opposite of what I was going for with him. And to have it turn out that the character that I’ve been playing as it completely dependent on some inner conscience before turning into someone who’s as disagreeable as that…”

 “Naegi-chi, you’re completely overreacting, all of you are,” Yasuhiro laughed, “Enoshima-chi has been fine about controlling out character, sure sometimes she needs to keep things on the rails, but she’s been a great DM. I have literally no complaints about how my character has been handled at all!”

 “W-what are you talking about?! You’re literally the worst out of all of us!” Touko shot out.

 “Yeah, Junko Enoshima-dono has basically been sock-puppeting your character from that very beginning,” Hifumi joined in, “And you’ve just been taking credit for solving all the mysteries by yourself!”

 “Hey?! What are you guys talking about? Everything I’ve done has been totally all me! Enoshima-chi hasn’t given me any direction at all!” Yasuhiro waved his hands panickedly in a dismissive notion, accidentally revealing the notes that Junko had told him to follow.

 “You’re h-holding the script in your hands right in front of us, you moron!”

 “Well… Why do you even care about all this anyway, Fukawa-chi?! Fujisaki-chi killed your character off two whole chapters ago!”

 “I-I’ve already invested hours of my life into this stupid game already, there’s no way I’m not going at least see the dumb ending,” Touko said, “Besides, I couldn’t find where Byakuya-sama wondered off to… A-actually, I haven’t seen anyone else all day except all of you and I’m having some writer’s block so I don’t really have a choice but to listen in.”

 “Come on, Hagakure. You really haven’t been paying much attention,” Makoto said, “I mean, you didn’t even pick up that everything we’d been told was a lie and even I was able to piece together that much. Although, I’m sure Kirigiri had pretty much figured everything, right Kirigiri?”

 It was then that everyone realized that Kyoko had slipped out of the room while everyone was caught up in their arguments without any noticing. The realization of her sudden absence tripped the conversation, causing a silence in the room.

 “Well it seems that we won’t be able to finish our game today after all,” Sakura spoke up, “Enoshima, given the discussion that has been inflamed, perhaps you could share the ending that you had in mind for the conclusion of your campaign since I don’t think anyone seems to be interested in continuing with this storyline any longer.

 Junko was bored. She should’ve expected this (in fact, she did expect this) but the charm of that mundane, everyday despair she felt had quickly worn off and her excitement had waned to nothingness. Junko quickly glanced at the clock and wondered where Mukuro was. Knowing her useless sister, she’d gotten cold feet and Touko’s inability to find anyone was just because everyone was avoiding her gross smell.

 “Well…” Junko explain in intricate detail exactly what she had planned out: about how this was DanganRonpa V3, DanganRonpa 53; how she didn’t know roman numerals fucking worked; how those who survived were at the mercy of their audience and how they’d sacrifice themselves to give the audience an ending they didn’t want by destroying the school with them inside; and how they’d miraculously survive through the falling rubble while Tsumugi and Ki-Bo perished, “And then the campaign would close with you questioning if what Shirogane told you about your personalities being fake was even true in the first place.”

 Junko looked around the room at everyone: Touko and Hifumi both had dumbstruck looks on their face in disbelief of the terrible ending Junko had in mind for their characters, Makoto rocked back and forth in his seat slightly with an indecisive look on his face, Sakura’s front was readily readable but Junko knew that she thought the ending was bad but was keeping her criticism to herself. She noticed Touko take a look around the room herself. Upon seeing Hifumi’s shared expression, she spoke up.

 “O-okay, when you make me share a literary opinion with a hack like this who only writes immature garbage, then it sh-should be obvious that you cannot in any way or form craft a story. The e-ending was fine enough even if it was a little rough until that epilogue j-just completely destroys what you were working for.”

 “Not to mention this campaign feels like the sequel to a game that doesn’t exist yet. I mean this is the fifty-third Killing Game and yet we don’t know about a single one other than that one of them apparently involved alternate version of us? In fact, I don’t get what you were going for with that at all, why did it use some alternate history where we were locked up into Killing Game instead of safe in the bunker? This whole game it just doesn’t work at all, Junko Enoshima-dono.” Hifumi added to Touko’s criticism and Sakura silently nodded in agreement.

 “I don’t know…” Makoto said, coming to Junko’s defense, “I kind of liked it a bit. It’s a little hokey, but I’d really prefer that everybody not die in the end. If I had one criticism, I’d probably have Ki-Bo turn out to be all right after all and be able to function without Team DanganRonpa’s interference. Like… Maybe one of the upgrade Iruma gave him ended up letting him be able break their control and be free and they found him, still alive in the rubble. Something like that. It’s like a surprise plot twist, but in a happy way.”

 Everyone stared at Makoto.

 “Yeah, you get totally get what I was going for there, Naegi! I just wanted an ending that made all the dreary despair leave you heart. To let the players know that from there on out everything would be okay. It’s an ending where hope wins,” the words that came out of Junko’s mouth physically pained her and she loved it before dryly adding,”…Again.”

 Almost as if on cue, a small round canister rolled into the room and clinked against the table where everyone was gathered.

 “Huh, what’s-“

 “Ugh, finally she’s here,” Junko said as she quickly pulled out a gas mask from under the cushion of the chair she was sitting on and strapped it over head, “It’s about time you arrived, Mukuro!”

 The canister exploded into a gas cloud that started suffocating Junko’s classmates and slowly caused them to become sluggish and lose consciousness.

 “Junko-chan, I’m here,” Mukuro Ikusaba, the Super High School Level Soldier and Junko Enoshima’s twin sister, muffled through a mask as she walked the cloud of gas that was overtaking the room. Mukuro hadn’t talked to her sister since her character was murdered in the game, but today was the day that they had set to finally put their plan into motion and so, after waffling about whether she should start to go through with it or not before talking to Junko, she stuck to what they had arranged.

 “I’m sorry that I’m a little late… And for killing you in the game.”

 “Yeah, yeah, I’ll pay you back for it later, now shut up and go find Kirigiri since she slipped out of here while you were off being useless, I’m gonna speechify here.”

 As Mukuro left the room to hunt down her last remaining classmate, Junko cleared her throat to speak with her semi-conscious classmates, “None of you guys need to worry about how fucking terrible that roleplay was (and yes I know it was fucking terrible for you guys to play through, do you really think anyone with a basic grasp on the ability to DM would godmod characters that much and lead it to such a mediocre ending), for when next you wake, you will have forgotten everything… Well not everything everything, more like everything since we first came to this dump three years ago. Oh and don’t worry, I’m taking all of your criticisms of New DanganRonpa V3 into account for our next campaign: DanganRonpa: The Academy of Hope and the High School Students of Despair. Think of it as a prequel!”

[sapphiregoggles22]

Dave

What a charismatic, charming, and incredibly handsome man. He knows exactly what to say. He’s straight forward in the most sexy ways. He tells me exactly what he’ll do to me and when. I get hooked. We set up a date and all of a sudden he gets sick and now it’s been a month since we started talking and now the conversation has changed to demanding more pics and videos and less about telling me what I want to hear. He won’t schedule another date with me. He’s too busy. He tells me there’s been girls to wait 2 years for him. I’m not one. I’m not that desparate. I’m in a special season of my life that I just wanna bang out a few guys. I didn’t plan on nor did I even want to prolong this relationship longer than it needed to be. He uses me for attention and likes that I feed his ego. I’m feeling like I’m clogging his inbox and incoming calls. I’d hate to get in his way. I’m obviously not on that VIP list and to be honest I don’t care to be anymore. If he wanted to see me we would have already met. My mind comes up with every excuse in his favor. He’s just really busy. He had 32 messages when he got off of work. He’s grinding and learning how to be a good realtor and balance his personal life with it. But Lauren. Sex takes an hour max. I don’t want to be romanced. I don’t want to be wined and dined. I just want his dick. That’s all I want. I don’t want anything else. He’s sharp in that he’s just so demanding of what he wants from me. But he’s also caring “I completely understand where you’re coming from and I’m so sorry to hear that” “how was your day today?” “Send nudes when you get home so I know you’re safe” he has a heart. He cares at least a little bit. Or maybe he wants me to think that. This man makes me crazy and all I want to do is fuck him but the issue is that he doesn’t have that same desire for me so you need to let him go and let him grow into the person he wants to be. Idk why he’s stringing you along if he says he’s a straight forward person. He’s not. He may want to fuck, but it’s not a priority to him. He seems to be your drug tho. Will you respond to him accordingly if he contacts you? It’s not his style to reach out. He wants to attention to come from you. Let him go babe. You did your motha fuckin best.

Manny

Manny seemed to have fallen head over heels in love with you at first contact. He said he wanted either a Latina girl or an asian girl and here alone am, both. He tells me he’s afraid of falling and I tell him I just want a friend. He seems really dissatisfied with this. But I assure him that I’d still give him intimate time. He’s kind of like “whatever” he sends me voice memos and is probably the sweetest man ever to me. He tells me how beautiful I am. He speaks to me in Spanish and in Tagalog. We agree he’d teach me. He texts me first thing in the morning for a solid week. It’s like I’m the first person he thinks of when he wakes up. It’s nice to think about. I like feeling special like that. I explore the idea of a relationship with him. In my mind only. I tell no one and I dare not tell him. I quickly realize I just really don’t want anyone distracting me from my goals and journey to self love and knowing how much working on a relationship takes turns me off from a relationship not only with just him, but with anyone. “We’ll see where it goes” no we won’t. I’m only a friend. He really helped me when chris rocked my world. Offered me his ear for the night and a pizza. He offered to beat his ass. It was the sweetest gesture ever. We schedule a date to meet. He continues his sweet talk, his morning texts and goodnight texts too. We have phone sex. We have fun. He asks me my life goals. Date day comes and he tells me he’s sick and that his phone has been messing up. Wow, I’ve heard this before. I snap back at him. He completely misses what I’m trying to say. I ignore him because I’m annoyed as hell. I don’t talk to him all weekend. Monday comes and I feel bad. He was so sweet to you. There’s no way he’s lying. I’m his dream girl. I send him a good morning text and try messaging him sporadically throughout the day. He seems to still be interested. But he’s not giving me the same attention. But he’s sick right? Maybe he’s just sleeping a lot. He sends me an audio message. He sounds sick AF. I immediately regret accusing him of lying to me. But he still doesn’t give me the same attention. Attention is all I crave. I spent 7 years of my life being romantically ignored. I hate this feeling. I start sending him more and more things. Texts. Pics. He seems to still like me. But he still doesn’t give me the attention I want. He sends me intimate pics. Maybe you’re overthinking this. He like loves you, Lauren. Today he posts a SC story that he has a coffee tip from Starbucks. He doesn’t sound sick at all. And he’s drinking coffee and out of bed and in his car. I only heard from him this morning and from when I sent a pic. What the heck is going on. I guess I’ll find out soon. I have a feeling he’s either losing interest or hates the fact that I won’t give him a relationship and so doesn’t want to give me that attention I want. I almost want to ask. I’m so damn needy.

Leo

I talked to Leo twice before giving him my number. I ask if he has a SC and he says no. He messages me worrying that I’m not who I say I am and I have the same concern. I ask him about SC and he tells me his handle. I’m frustrated that he didn’t tell me before. I tell him I want to video chat him. We do. We find that we’re real people. We schedule a date to meet. He brings his moms car and we watch movies and smoke weed together. He starts feeling me up. I like this. We start making out. His mouth tastes like weed and I don’t like this. But his mouth is super soft and his lips and tongue just know what to do. It’s really hot but the weed taste is a huge turn off. Well we move to the bed and he starts eating me out and it really sucks. But I’m like a new boy is touching me. Holy moly. He tells me to eat him and he’s completely limp. It’s so disappointing. But I suck and it’s becoming slowly harder. Slowly. His balls are hairy and gross but this what he likes. We 69. It still sucks for me but I’m getting somewhere with him. Little by little. Then we start fucking and it’s different bc he’s new to me. But I don’t trust him bc he refuses a condom and tells me he’d pull out. I don’t like it but I do it anyways. He tells me he’s only been with one girl. I trust him in the moment. He cums and it’s anticlimactic. We move back to the couch. He tells me he has to go home to take the car back to his mom so I let him leave. He tells me he wants to hang again but that I’d have to pick him up. I wanted to get laid more so I go and pick him up. It’s Sunday. I have work in the morning. This is crazy. I pick him up and our conversation is pretty good. We watch more movies at my house and we hit the bong. We cuddle and make out and start fucking again. This time I’m on top for literally 30 mins and I’m bruising my leg from his bony ass hip bones cutting into my thigh. This is becoming unpleasant for me. This is not what I want. I’m hot as hell bc my ac doesn’t work. I stop everything to put my hair up. He sits on the couch waiting for me to get back. We watch the movie and I start tickling around his balls and inner thigh area. He seems to really like this shit. I play with it for maybe 3 minutes and then he tells me to suck him off and I do only once and then he tells me to get in top of him and we fuck for a little bit and then he cums. Geez. All that work. So weird. Then I start falling asleep and I offer to take him home. No he doesn’t want to go home. I fall asleep again and woke up and offer him a ride home again and he says no. So I tell him I want to go to bed and he comes with me. We fall asleep and I wake up and we have sex again but this time his balls smell like actual onions. So disgusting. So I get fucking out of the way and thank God he cums so I take his ass home and I don’t ever want to see him again. But he keeps hitting me up and I know he’s being genuine when he says he misses me. So this kinda sucks.

:(