#hilarious a+ i simply must know what happens next. it will likely be disappointing and uneventful but i still need it

[eerna]

just to keep u updated on shitty media I consume, I just finished Emily in Paris s3 and if we never get s4 I will cry real tears

[itsmattchou]

when and how might our relationship start ?

pairing: zb1 maknae line x gn!reader warnings: ricky's and your mom are just ANNOYING🤬, GYUVIN AND READER ADE LIARS, pining gunwook, yujin has communication issues, the reader in yujins is considered a CHILD (if you ain't a child dni tf?), english isn't my first language!!! genre: fluff, maybe a slight bit of angst if you squint your eyes real hard synopsis: why you started fake dating. notes: i know i said I'm only gonna write for mline + matthew from now on but honestly fuck matthew (lovingly). FUNFACT gyuvins is basically what happened to me 😍😍 life is a fanfic fr. for some reason i am not aware of i included some smau... maybe my urge to write one finally took over? who knows. ignore the bad quality pls.

shen quanrui - to get your parents off of your backs

it was basically like this: rickys family and your family knew each other for decades now. your moms were already besties when they went to s highschool together 😭

so best believe they were THRILLED when they got pregnant around the same time

and since day 1

seriously. since ricky and you were little INFANTS

you two were being shipped by your parents

"oh, they must marry one day!" 🥰 no

you two grew up together and were naturally really close to each other

but ROMANTIC FEELINGS? nuh uh. not a thing. not happening 🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️

but your parents- or more specifically, your mothers- did not want to hear it

they're CONVINCED you two will fall in love eventually and won't leave you two alone

after years of suffering and repeated "no mom we're not gonna be dating!"s you two hit your LIMIT

so you two went ahead and decided to get your family off of your backs and to start 'dating'!

only to 'break up' like a month later and tell them that you actually aren't a good fit at all🔥

your parents literally threw a big ass party once you announced your relationship… awkward

kim gyuvin - to prank your friends

you actually thought it would be funny to tell your friends that you two started dating; they wouldn't believe at all you but it would be hilarious

hilarious you said. TURNS OUT, it wasn't all that funny

instead of not believing you when gyuvin and you dropped that bomb as believable as possible, they started cheering and congratulating you

"we knew this would happen eventually! finally!" you what. 😃

originally you planned on playing the prank for one day and then tell the truth- but by the way everybody started congratulating you (even a teacher exclaimed that she was happy for you!) you two couldn't help but feel incredibly bad at the end of the day

so you two did the only plausible thing to do in a situation like that; continue on lying instead of simply telling the truth 👍🏻

the very next day you two came to school again, still as a couple. it hurt your heart to lie to your friends like that, but they would be SO disappointed in you if they found out about the joke :(

park gunwook - to make your crush jealous

gunwook was a close friend of yours and he was aware of your unrequited crush on that one guy in your class

well, kind of unrequited? it was honestly hard to tell for sure. your crush sometimes acted like he was interested in you, on other days you didn't even exist to him

his mixed signals drove you CRAZY🥴

so out of pure desperation you asked gunwook for a small favor.. to please fake date you in order to make your crush jealous

AND REVEAL HIS TRUE FEELINGS!!!

gunwook was reluctant at first but he also had a small but secret crush on you so he took his chance and RAN

you had like an hour long talk to him about your great plan, about do's and don't's, about boundaries and what not

he was just silently listening and nodding his head whenever needed

(his heart shattering could be heard whenever you mentioned your real crush) 💔💔💔

you let your other close friends know about your plan too in hopes they will help to make it believable

han yujin - to prove that he is not a 'child'

poor yujin has to go through that 'youngest in the friendgroup' treatment 😪

everybody treats him like a baby and he feels as if he's not taken seriously by any of his friends

bro should probably try COMMUNICATING with them homies but oh well

and in his mind, the ultimate proof to not being a baby is having a significant other 👍🏻

and this is where you come in!!

you're one of the very few people who did not make fun of him- maybe because of your similar age- and that's why he felt save to propose that idea to you

and considering that you weren't taken all that seriously either due to your age… he was sure that you would understand where he was coming from!!

and to his delight you actually agreed to fake date him! 🤗

so after discussing everything further, you two announced your not-so-real relationship to your friends the very next day

YUJIN'S PLAN WORKED! there was gyuvin who dramatically whined about "his two babies growing up way too fast"

but the question now is… for how long should this keep going…?

[rosieblogstuff]

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That's 1,640 more posts than 2021!

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#with parenting there's always the assumption that someone else is there to babysit or drive or volunteer or whatever parent task needs doing

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

This crossover is canon now right?

Nothing will disappoint me less than if, in mid-April 2024, The Rookie doesn’t produce an episode in which two middleaged women steal a police car from the Mid-Wilshire Station, go on a wild joyride through LA, and disappear in a mysterious flash of light right when they get cornered. I demand this Easter Egg storyline that Star Trek has teased me with! I mean, c’mon:

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31 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

#4

Jack + Matty’s Plan (whatever it was)

Mac might be our titular hero but Jack is absolutely the glue that binds so many of the relationships in the show together. And Jack and Matty is s really interesting one. Jack was so alarmed when he found out Matty was replacing Thornton, because of… whatever happened between Jack and Matty in the CIA. And aside from the assless chaps cold open (for which I would like to send the scriptwriters my deep and everlasting appreciation), we can only guess what all went on back then. 

Jack was plenty quick to turn Thornton in even though he and Mac spent years working close with her, including in the field. He refused to believe in Nikki’s innocence, and he and Mac were even closer with Nikki. But Matty? Jack’s trust for Matty is on a whole other level, right up there with his trust in Mac. 

I love this little scene in 2x17 where the team debates why Matty tried to lie to Mac about knowing his dad and if they can still trust her:

Mac: I can’t just ignore this. She already lied to me once.

Bozer: She can’t hide this. Jack found actual proof she was investigating your Dad.

Mac: No. We found proof Matty was compiling a dossier. We have no idea what was in the actual report.

(interrupted by Riley’s arrival but then…)

Riley: I swept through every government server and I found nothing. Either that report on your Dad is so top secret no one has access to it, or it simply doesn’t exist anymore.

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31 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

#3

Headcanon

Given a small amount of information about what James MacGyver has been up to for 15 years in regards to Mac, Murdoc would kill him for free. He would do it because it would fall under his “free human trash removal” policy, and he’d hope it would hurt the Phoenix. And also because, unlike the rest of the characters who ought to be trying harder to separate Mac from James, Murdoc wouldn’t mind if Mac’s upset over his trash father’s death, because you know, sometimes the things that are good for you are not things you enjoy, like going to bed on time or eating more vegetables. 

Just imagine if Matty had quietly slipped Murdoc just the right info around 3x3...

39 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

#2

Ok so we’re almost on to the next rewatch episode and before we get there....  I must confess that I LOVE 2x13 for all the Jack parts. Like everything with Jack in this episode is gold. I mean, the robot apocalypse is fun, there are some really great Mac lines, and I love that Bozer’s out there having his back for once. But I love, love, love Jack’s high school reunion. I love the hilarious, over-the-top awkwardness of the whole thing. I love it because it’s like any high school reunion. Like literally, trust me here, if you’ve never been to a high school reunion? This vibe is SO accurate. 

High school reunions are a weird mind game. You’re suddenly stuffed in a room with people whose opinions deeply mattered to you when you were ~17 years old. And so what if you haven’t given those people one second’s thought in 9.5 years? (or maybe 24.5, if you’re Jack!) It doesn’t matter how long it’s been or if you’re never going to see those people again, you’re probably also going to have that sudden, desperate need to prove you didn’t turn out to be some kind of loser.

But of course Jack’s reunion is like any awkward high school reunion x100, because of course Jack has to stick with the whole “bathroom tile salesman” cover story. Matty made sure to remind us all about it right at the start of the story so we can foresee Jack’s troubles coming from miles away.

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82 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

While I’m still talking about 2x13 I also love the scene at the end where Jack tracks down Korman. Because here’s Jack, taking on some unknown number of potentially dangerous badguys all by himself, like the badass CIA agent he used to be. 

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[lockefanfic]

The Girl with the Purple Hair

A/N: No smut here, guys, sorry to disappoint you - just some fluff. I wrote this fic literally four (!) years ago - one of my first k-pop fics and my first non-smut fic. I never reposted it here for some reason, but an ask I received recently got me to re-read it and I remembered how proud I was of it when I wrote it, so here it is. Please don’t judge me :P

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Purple.

 It’s the first word that comes to mind when you see her. And how could it not be, given the color of her hair? It’s not like purple hair is a common thing - not like there are other people in the noisy, crowded bar that have purple hair. In fact, this is probably the first time you’ve seen someone in person with purple hair. Normal people had normal colored hair, like black or brown or blonde. Her hair isn’t some lazy dye job, either, with shades and highlights and a gradient to the violet strands.

 You don’t want to be caught staring, and so you steal glances at her every now and then, and every time you look her way, the first thing you notice is the wavy strands of purple as they play about her shoulders, falling lazily down like a waterfall on an alien world, where the water happens to be purple.

 Beautiful.

 It’s the next word that comes to mind, because were anyone to look just a little past the eye-dazzling color of her hair, they’d find a beautiful face, made with delicate, small features. She is traditionally beautiful in the sense that any man or woman  would agree with you if you said “here is an attractive human being.” There is a timelessness, a universality to her beauty. She could have been born a hundred years ago and still be considered pleasing to the eye - purple hair aside, she could be a painting of a woman from a time gone by, dressed up in the fashion of a model from the magazines of today.

 There is a playfulness about her features at the moment, as she indulges in conversation with the three other girls at her table. Her three friends are nothing to sneeze at, but she makes them all pale in comparison - part of it is the ridiculous, daring color of her hair, but there is something more than that. She possesses a magnetism, an allure that makes her stand out amongst three girls that, were they anywhere else, would easily be the most attractive girls in the room.

 You’re not alone either, sitting as you are with a few of your friends at your own table on the other side of the small bar. It is Friday evening, and as is custom with your co-workers, you all headed to the bar to celebrate another week gone by. But they are currently immersed in a conversation about some work-related topic, some absent co-worker or client (you weren’t really sure anymore) that was frustrating them. Uninterested in the topic, you found your attention drifting, naturally, to the girl with the purple hair.

 You notice that she has a certain aloofness about her, a certain detached nature from the conversation her three friends are having, and for a moment you wonder if perhaps she is in the same boat as you - stuck at a bar with friends who are babbling about co-workers or video games or guys or shopping or cars or clothes or those girls in the random k-pop video playing on one of the big screen TVs, when clearly you’d rather be anywhere but there.

 The other three girls seem like average girls, typical of the type you’d see at a downtown bar on a Friday night, out to have a good time with friends whilst under the influence of perhaps one too many alcoholic beverages. They are the type that would head to a club after they are sufficiently liquored up at this bar, spend the night dancing, post a group picture on Instagram when the night is at its peak, and then make a post on Facebook about how awesome it was the day after.

 But the girl with the purple hair seems different from the other three.

 She lets her gaze wander, and for a split second you are afraid again that perhaps she would catch you staring, but thankfully her eyes drift in a direction opposite from you. She lets a small, almost imperceptible sigh escape her lips, and you wonder if perhaps she would rather be somewhere else, perhaps at home on the couch binge watching some random show on Netflix, or playing Overwatch, or indulging in some random artistic pursuit that you didn’t even know existed.

 She seems like the type that would play Overwatch. She seems like the type that paints, or makes her own earrings that she sells on Etsy, or likes to watch movies in foreign languages. Maybe she watches them with the subtitles off sometimes, just to see if she can understand what they’re talking about simply from the universality of gestures made by foreign hands and the tones of foreign voices coming from foreign mouths.

 The sudden realization that you are framing this random girl in your mind rattles you a bit, and you smile to yourself as you shake your head, as if to rid those stupid, childish thoughts. You didn’t know this girl, not even in the slightest, and it was wrong of you to impose a character, a personality, on someone you knew nothing about.

 You play idly with the small glass of whiskey in your hand, watching as the amber brown liquid swirls about. You take a sip and appreciate the warm taste of it in your mouth and down your throat, appreciating the soft burn, the soft warmth it leaves behind.

 You take a moment to try to tune back into the conversation your friends are having, but they are knee-deep in a conversation about a Super Nintendo game. You loved vintage games - there was something about the original plastic in your hands, and the classic, blocky pixels on your screen, that made it feel more authentic in the way an emulator on a modern console could never be.

 You are about to join in on the conversation, about to tell your friends about some random game you picked up online, when a movement on the other side of the bar catches your attention - the girl in the purple hair is raising a glass. One of her friends is speaking earnestly, it appears, and after finishing her little speech the brunette girl next to her gives her a hug - perhaps it was a toast? Perhaps it is the brunette’s birthday? It probably was. Either way, the girls clink their glasses together, and down their shots in one gulp.

 The girl in the purple hair scrunches her face as she forces the strong liquor down her throat. Immediately you think that perhaps it the cutest thing you’d ever witnessed, and you find that a small smile has appeared, unconsciously, on your lips.

 The four girls share that wonderful post-shot reaction with each other, complaining about how awesome that small bit of alcohol they just had was. Together three of them tease the orange-haired, thin girl who is struggling with the alcohol and having a coughing fit. They laugh and one of them grabs her phone to take a picture of the poor girl, who, to her credit, is laughing along with them, probably out of embarrassment.

 The girl with the purple hair joins in on the fun, saying something that must have been hilarious, for all three of her companions burst out in laughter - including the thin girl struggling with the shot. The girl smiles, and her eyes narrow to thin half-arcs. In that moment she is the picture of happiness and joy.

 She says something else to her group - you assume it is her declaring that the next round is on her. She stands, and the girls make way for her to leave their table.

 For the first time you get a glimpse of her from head to toe. She is wearing a short, black dress, and what appears to be a grey patterned collared shirt beneath it. The dress is plain and relatively short but not overly so, showing off her long, slender legs without being improper or overly suggestive. It’s an interesting outfit; classy enough to be worn to work, whilst casual enough for a night out with the girls.

 Here again she differs from her compatriots, who appear to be dressed in typical club girl outfits, with short tops and skirts, heels and small, glamorous purses and accessories. If ever there was a club girl starter kit, they were perfect models.

 But the girl with the purple hair, as you’ve come to see, is a little different from her friends.  

 You watch as she approaches the bar. There is an elegance in the way she walks, which is admirable considering the alcohol you presume she’s consumed thus far this evening.

 Later on, you’ll wonder where your sudden burst of confidence came from. But at that moment, when the girl with the purple hair reaches the bar and tries, unsuccessfully, to flag down the overly busy bartender, you see an opportunity.

 Hastily, you mumble something to your friends about grabbing the next round, and step away from the table. Out of the corner of your ear, you hear one of your friends wonder where you’re going, and another say that you still have an almost full pitcher at your table - but they are irrelevant now. Nothing else exists aside from the thirty feet between you and the spot at the bar next to the girl with the purple hair.

 Where did this come from, this sudden burst of confidence, this sudden need to get up and go over to this girl to talk to her? Was it the liquor, the liquid confidence coursing through your veins? No. It was the desire, nay, the need to speak to this girl, the need to see if she really was everything you’d built up in your mind. You needed to speak to her, to ask her her name, maybe find out a little about her. Even if she shot you down before you could get a sentence out, well, at least you had tried. You couldn’t bear the thought of wondering what might have been had you not done something.

 Ten feet away. You take a deep breath, and ready what you are about to say in your mind. Some comment about her hair? A stupid, corny joke, just to break the ice?

 Five feet away. Maybe some witty comment about bad bartenders?

 Two feet - and suddenly your thoughts disappear, and your mind goes blank as the girl with the purple hair turns her head and makes eye contact with you. Later you would realize that moment seemed to go on forever. You were hardly the mushy, sentimental type, but you finally understood why the movies slow that moment down, why the soft music plays in the background during those scenes. You wonder if this is what it feels like when someone who will be important in your life looks at you for the first time.

 You are relieved, beyond words, to see a smile appear on her lips.

 You smile back, although you wonder if perhaps the nervousness coursing throughout every fibre of your being is having an effect on your smile, and if you are actually grimacing oddly at her instead of smiling. But your mouth and lips miraculously follow the orders sent to them by your dazzled mind, because her smile widens a little bit in the way that smiles do when they are returned.

 It is just a second, maybe two, of the many billions of seconds in your life, but it felt like an eternity.

 You reach the bar, your legs - your wonderful, reliable, stable legs - by some miracle not failing you and delivering you safely to the bar without collapsing due to sheer nervousness. You remember who you are, what you came here to do, and you try to act as casual as your nerves could allow you to. You make a show of trying to flag down the bartender, but he is busy on the other end of the bar catering to some especially loud patrons.

 Your mind is racing, trying and failing to remember what it was you were going to say to the girl with the purple hair, your nerves suddenly afire at the mere proximity of the young woman you’d been stealing glances at all night. You were far from inexperienced with the opposite sex, far from being some timid fool when it came to approaching them. But this one was different. This one was special.

 Maybe you should just say hi. Start simple, y’know? But dammit, that never works. You needed something witty, something memorable, something that would make her laugh and giggle and think ‘clearly this man’s shirt is made of boyfriend material and I should throw myself into his arms posthaste.’ You don’t get that with hi!. No one gets that with hi. Girls want someone cocky and confident and sure of himself. No one ever just says hi! You know who approaches girls and says hi? Single guys, that’s who! Don’t just say hi!

 Dammit! What were you going to say? Your mind races, tries to think back to other times you’d approached girls, tries to remember what you said to them when you were successful. Gah! Your mind fails you, returns only a simple blank slate, as though your mind had put on its hat and jacket, hung up a sign that said “you’re on your own, kid,” and then started to walk home.

You tap your fingers nervously on the bar surface, trying, and perhaps failing, to appear as casual as possible as you stare, blankly, in the general direction of the too-busy bartender as he struggles to pour the correct kinds of alcohol in the correct kinds of glasses in the correct proportions.

 Clearly you needed to make some witty comment to break the ice. A small joke, perhaps? A corny one, or a genuinely funny one? What was a good joke… dammit! Damn you, mind, and your vacation time! Perhaps mention something… about… sports! Yes, it was a bar, and there were sports playing on the TVs. Maybe she was a hockey fan? Or soccer? What if she liked one, but not the other? Which sport had the highest proportion of purple haired fans? What if she thought sports were stupid, a male-dominated dick measuring contest that wasn’t worth her time or attention, and she thought less of you for liking them? Dammit!

 Maybe you should comment on her hair? Maybe something along the lines of… perhaps… using her hair to get the bartender’s attention? Then segue into how it got your attention. That’s it. Hahahaha, you laugh nervously in your mind’s eye. Then she would say how she was hoping you’d come over to talk to her, and you’d say she was awesome and you’d go on a date the next day and get married a month after that and later you’d have kids and live happily ever-

 There is a soft tap on your forearm. You turn, nervously, to the girl with the purple hair, and the sight of her face, her eyes locked on yours, that bright smile once again on her lips, causes your heart to skip a beat like it was a crack on the sidewalk.

 The next day, when you’d recovered from the whirlwind of the night’s events, you’d realize that her first words to you, the first sounds you’d hear from her voice, would sound like music. And it was crazy, considering it was just a single syllable, a single word, but someone could have told you that the entirety of Beethoven’s works were held within that syllable, and you’d have believed it.

 The girl with the purple hair’s mouth opens, her lips part, a she leans towards you with a soft smile and says:

 “...Hi.”

[smoochkooks]

—chapter one: the beginning of an end

this is a part of my an ode to a broken heart drabble series.

pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

genre: unrequited love, best friends to (?), heavy angst, future smut

word count: 1.4k words

summary: loving jeon jungkook is, above all, the beginning of an end.

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You’re positive your favourite sound in the whole world is the rhythmic, repetitive sound of your fingers tapping on the keyboard.

Everyone has a different approach when it comes to coping with stress and anxiety. Some people drink away their unwanted emotions, some drown themselves in work, some watch yet another, mediocre Netflix show. But your solution, your little panacea has always been writing.

You’re not the best when it comes to expressing your true feelings. You can struggle with saying ‘I love you’ to your mother and then write a long, affectionate letter for her birthday that makes her eyes turn glossy. You may stutter and tumble on your own words while trying to order coffee and then complete academic essays with ease.  

Whenever you feel like you’re overwhelmed, boiled up with mixed emotions, you do exactly what your school counselor told you many years ago: you let it out. She never mentioned any specifics, simply encouraging you to find your own way. And that’s exactly what you did – you picked it up yourself. First, it was writing a diary. No less than two weeks into it, you got bored. Turns out describing in detail every single mundane day of your life was never your forté. You threw away your old notebook, bought a new one and decided to write there whenever you felt like you really wanted to, not out of obligation.  

And you continue to do so, these days you opt for a use of modern technology often. You open your laptop and pour your feelings onto a digital sheet of paper. It’s cathartic, in a way. Getting rid of what you feel like is weighing you down.  

Jungkook however, your dearest best friend, has always been on the other side of the spectrum. Loud, obnoxious, a life and soul of the party who happened to miraculously befriend the most quiet introvert in class. Sometimes you still wonder how your friendship has managed to survive almost twenty years. You’re two polar opposites. Fire and water. Storm and chilly breeze. A confession screamed in the middle of the night and handwritten love letter.  

You’re a dichotomy. Made of the same atoms, pulling in and pulling away. And if the phrase ‘opposites attract’ held any significance, maybe you would’ve ended up together. But in your case, it’s yet another platitude. Something that seems to work out only in books and movies. Because, if that was true, he would never fell in love with a female version of him, just graced with a sprinkle of pure sweetenes Jungkook sometimes lacks.

Soojin is everything you will never be. Polite, outgoing, sociable and so likeable you hate yourself for despising her. Truthfully, there’s nothing bad you could say about her. No wonder he’s fallen head over heels for her, not you.

What’s there to love about you, if you willing chose to pin for a boy that’s so out of your league? It’s actually hilarious to even dream about him returning your feelings.

You stare at the screen with half-lidded eyes. The clock reads quarter past midnight, letters start to blur into nothingness. Yet another chapter of your miserable life is completed as you save the document and slam your laptop shut. You don’t bother to shower or take off your clothes. Sleepiness hits you right when you close your eyes.  

You dream of wedding halls and never spoken love confessions.

You read once on Twitter that being an adult means checking your e-mail as a part of your morning social media routine and since then, you haven’t quite related to anything more in your life.  

At the very top of your inbox there’s yet another e-mail from your Creative Writing proffesor, Kim Namjoon. He’s a very stubborn man, you decide, as you scroll through the contents of his message. He still wants you to consider what he told you a few days ago after class, it seems.  

“Miss ___? Can I talk to you for a second?” 

“Sure.” you replied and awkwardly walked up to his podium.  

You might have been madly (and miserablely) in love with your best friend, but Kim Namjoon has never failed to make you feel like a silly teenager with a crush on her older teacher. To say Kim Namjoon was intimidating was an misunderstanding. His presence was thoroughly electrifying. You remembered a very disappointed sigh the girl sitting next you let out when she noticed a ring on his right hand. You couldn’t judge her. His wife had scored probably the finest man on this damn planet.  

“I read your latest assignment and I must say, your novelette was outstanding as always. Dare I say the best among others,” Namjoon said. You bowed your head in acknowledgement, praying he wouldn’t notice your rose-colored cheeks. “Regarding that, I actually have a proposition for you.”  

At that, your eyes widened. “What kind of proposition, sir?” you asked.  

He picked up a sheet of paper from his desk and handed it to you. It was a flyer, you realised, and read it through quickly. VARIETÉ Publishing was organising an annual contest for young poets, which you had heard about before. Your English Literature proffesor mentioned it during her lecture a week ago. However, poetry had never been your strong suit. As much as you enjoyed reading it, you weren’t really fond of creating your own poems. So why did Kim Namjoon decide to tell you about this all of a sudden?

“I know what you might be thinking right now, but I’m not actually encouraging you to take part in this competition,” As he smiled, two dimples appeared on each side of his mouth. “Do you know anything about VARIETÉ Publishing?”  

Slightly confused, you gave him a nod. “It’s one if the biggest publishing companies in the country.” 

“That’s very much true,” Namjoon agreed. “VARIETÉ's vice-chairman, Lee Jongi, is actually my old friend. We used to study together here, at this university. When I chose a teaching career, he got a job in a foreign publishing company, climbed up the ladder until the very top and now he’s vice-chairman and I’m a simple college professor,” He chuckled. You were too stunned to form a coherent response let alone laugh along with him. Lee Jongi and Kim Namjoon being buddies? It was a small world, after all. “Jongi has always been very fond of young, aspiring writers. When I discover a student with huge potential, I send him their works. If he finds them interesting enough, he might even take a risk and propose a publishing deal. This doesn’t happen quite often, but I want you to know that you have a pretty big chance to impress him.”

You stared at him, wide-eyed because holy fucking shit, did he just say he can help you publish your first book?  

“I don’t know what to say, sir. I’m shocked.” you responded truthfully. You had heard people complimenting your skills before but this was extraordinary. “Let me just process all of this: you know personally VARIETÉ'S vice-chairman and you want to show him my works?” Even said out loud, it still sounded surreal to you.  

“Correct. But of course, I won’t do anything without your consent.” Namjoon said. “That novelette you sent me recently was amazing. I’d love to show it to Lee Jongi one day.”

The task was to incorporate a hidden, symbolic message into a story. You decided to use your favorite flowers, magnolias, and its meaning. They represent eternity, because once they bloom they will continue to bloom for a long time. In your story, a girl gave her best friend magnolia's seeds, wishing her love for him to be everlasting. A day later, she received a pack of seeds from the boy as well. She happily planted them in her garden and when they bloomed, she discovered they were yellow tulips. A symbol of love that will never be reciprocated.

“You make people feel things with your words, ___, and that’s a very rare gift,” You heard Namjoon add. “Promise me you’ll consider my proposition.”  

There was thousand thoughts per hour running in your head, but you gave him a curt nod. “I’ll think about it.”  

As you’re staring now at the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard, you think about the girl whose only dream was to be loved by her best friend. Maybe it’s finally time for you to move on. Bury the past and plant a seed of new life. Because, loving Jeon Jungkook is, above all, the beginning of an end.

With shaky hands, you start writing a response to your proffesor.

[phantomrose96]

Flash in the Eyes Part 2

(Part 1)

More fixed!Flynn lore? More fixed!Flynn lore

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Danny lay awake. He kept his eyes glued to the bedroom ceiling, studded with glow-in-the-dark stars from corner to corner. They doused him in the tiniest shimmer of ethereal light – the second source of light in the room – after his phone, which he gripped loosely in the hand dangling off the bed. The phone cast its own faint shimmer outward, a ray into the bleak night.

And he himself made for the third source of light, he supposed. That pulse of iridescent green from his eyes, which he felt like the beginnings of a headache building inside his head, had been spurred to the front by the trickle of anxiety that kept his nerves alight now at 3:30 am.

The plastic stars above. His phone glowing outward. (His radioactive eyes, pinned to Aunt Alicia.)

Danny was not allowed to forget the incident. He was not allowed to move on. Even home, it followed him.

His phone, with that dim light, was open to a single message that had been plaguing him all day. A single Facebook message, from a profile wishing to connect, with no profile picture, no history, no other friends, made day-of. “danny. this is your aunt alicia. never would of thought id be using of one these computers. wierd things. any way. wanted to apoligize about scarring you. I have a mean face maddie knows. i dont have a computer. this is in the libary in town. but hoping you culd call me on the phone. wanted to ask you somthing more. thanks. xxx-xxx-xxxx…”

Danny left the message on read. He figured it didn’t much matter that his read-receipts were on. Alicia made it clear she had no access to a computer, or likely internet for that matter. This was a message cast into the void, framed as an apology, but fishing for information that made Danny’s skin crawl to think about. Alicia could talk to his mom any time. But she had chosen not to. She’d chosen to contact Danny directly, through a means of great hassle for a woman so sworn-off technology, living so far away from proper civilization. And she’d chosen to do so after seeing that flash in his eyes.

This wasn’t like fighting ghosts. Those were pure physical scuffles which ended in him casting the creature off into the portal to (hopefully) never be heard from again. This instead was an anxiety pricking along every nerve of his skin, deep-seeded and deep-sewn from the woman who terrified him all these many years, whose connection to his ghost-hunting parents sent his brain into spirals of dread for all the what-ifs he conjured.

“You seem deep in contemplation. Perhaps I should come back later?”

Danny sat bolt-upright, spinning fast enough to see new stars spawning in his vision. He blinked them away, and sucked in a sharp inhale of breath as he snapped his head to the side.

Half-translucent, idly floating, Vlad Plasmius appraised him from the other side of he bedroom, studying Danny the way a teacher might study a struggling student.

Danny’s transformation and leap from bed came as one. His covers blew back, phone clattering to the floor forgotten.

“Plas—”

“Yes yes, ‘it is I, Plasmius’. I believe we’ve done our battle cry introductions enough times for the audience to get the point.”

“What are you doing here?!”

“Just dropping in on old friends.” Plasmius, still floating, performed a motion as if to sit. He swung one leg over the other, and reduced the miasma of pressure that his aura sent off. He was relaxed, and conversational, and this made Danny’s neck hair prickle all the more.

“All the way from Wisconsin! Yeah just, dropping in at 3 in the morning! Yeah, well, sorry but I don’t buy it, Plasmius. And I’m sending you back to Wisconsin now that you—”

“Seems we’ve both been traveling quite a bit out of state. Tell me was it a fun little vacation? A ghost hunting trip?”

“It—” Danny’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know we were gone?”

“Oh easy, I have ghost sentinels pinned on your house at all hours. They feed me this information.”

“Noted. Thanks for the tip. I’ll be sure to blast them out of existence next time I’m out.”

“I’d love to see you try. They’re masters of stealth.” Vlad flashed a grin. “I have to say I am quite disappointed to see you all back so soon – must have been a short trip. Where did you go?”

“Not telling you. Now why are you here?”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

Danny bit down the urge to sucker-punch Vlad on spot. “We were visiting our aunt. Nothing special. Not everything is some big…I dunno… ghost conspiracy, Vlad. Now why are you here?”

“I was simply hoping to catch the house unguarded. You know, explore the lab, see the new contraptions that Maddie designed and Jack botched, perhaps sprinkle some cyanide in the oaf’s cornflakes box.”

“Like I’d let you--!”

“Aunt, did you say, Daniel? Alicia, perchance?”

Danny gave no response. He felt only the twist in his gut, which wrought a smile to Vlad’s face.

Vlad clapped his hands together and continued. “That is a name that brings back memories! She and Maddie were remarkably close. I heard about her constantly – given of course that I am a fantastic listener who never forgets a name or a face, unlike some fools who can’t even remember birthdays – but yes as Maddie’s best listener and best supporter, I feel like I know Alicia personally. Tell me, how is her husband Dale doing? How’s little Flynn? Not so little anymore, I imagine.”

“Don’t… talk about my aunt. That’s weird.” Danny floated backwards, coalescing a lick of flame in his palm. “Also, goes to show how much you know these days. Alicia and Dale have been divorced for like ten years now. And there’s no Flynn. You sure you’re that great a listener?”

Vlad quirked an eyebrow. “Ah, shame how divorce never seems to happen to the right people. Has Alicia tried telling Maddie it’s not too late to follow suit?” Danny unleashed his pulse of energy. Vlad blocked it with a single dismissive wave of his gloved hand. “And Daniel I am referring to your cousin Flynn, about whom I am absolutely not mistaken. Maddie and I were sophomores in college when he was born. Maddie flooded me with pictures of the boy, chubby little thing with red hair like Maddie’s. They moved her to tears, some of them. It was formative for me. The moment I realized that was the future I wished for myself, that I could bring Maddie that same joy with a family of our own. Shame how children don’t seem to happen to the right people either.”

Danny gave no response. He only lingered in the air, drifting slightly, the wafting residue of his attack trailing along his palm.

“You don’t seem so convinced,” Vlad commented.

“I’m not. Aunt Alicia doesn’t have kids. I don’t have any cousins. Unless you count whatever Danielle is.”

“A clone. You have to know the cousin thing was made up.”

“Alicia doesn’t have kids. Bottom line.”

“Did she sign him away in the divorce? That’s cold. I wonder if I could convince Jack to do the same with you.”

“Aunt Alicia divorced without kids, dumbass!” Danny swept a hand out. “She talks about her divorce all the time like it’s the best thing that happened to her, and she’s said how easy it was with just her and Dale and no one else. I don’t know how many other ways I can tell you I don’t have cousins, and I definitely don’t have a cousin named Flynn. You’re making yourself look like an idiot.”

“The opinion of a 14-year-old means very little to me.” Vlad dipped forward, closing the gap between him and Danny by a few feet. The air howled cold behind him. “However I am utterly intrigued to know what became of Flynn then. Clearly something worth keeping from you. Drowned in a pool? Carried off by a bear? Perhaps his parents made a ghost portal a decade prior to yours and he zapped it on from the inside.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I am hilarious, young man.” Vlad uncrossed his legs, still floating, but as though standing once more. “You should respond to your aunt’s message.” Vlad nodded his head to the phone on the floor. “She seems eager to speak to you. Maybe she can tell you what happened to dear little Flynn. And if you don’t, well perhaps I will stop by tomorrow morning for some tea, and ask Maddie myself what became of him. You’re welcome to be in the room when I do.”

“Hey!”

A flash of light momentarily blinded Danny, followed by a pulse of energy, and when Danny opened his eyes again he had to blink through stars.

Nothing remained in the night.

Only the ceiling studded stars above, and the glow of the phone below, and the consumptive chilling green flashing from his own eyes.  

[gentrychild]

BNHA chapter 291 reactions

That’s one adorable child and that’s also one horrible way to die.

Not that we’re sure that he actually die, since 1. He is here and living his full theater kid potential. 2. For anyone who is reading BNHA vigilante, you would know that it’s not the first time AFO grabbed a hero student who may or may not have died.

Now, my question is “Where do that lower jaw bone came from?” Can you still extract DNA from something that was practically cremated? If not, does AFO have a room with a bunch of bones that he can drop on his way out?

Also, how old is Touya here? I know he looks younger than he is but is he old enough to be in UA?

I. Need. Answers.

That’s the second kid who got white hair after a ridiculously powerful quirk appeared and I now have other questions.

Such as, will I get a white-haired-Izuku anytime soon?

By the way, can we consider that Tenko and Touya have quirk singularities?

1. I can hear half of the writing community weeping because Touya had red hair. And at least one other person grumbling because Touya changing hair color with the seasons.

2. It’s incredible how tiny Touya doesn’t look like the Touya we know. He had a completely different demeanor.

3. Good to know Endeavor was not always a dick. 

Don’t mind me, I am just fascinated at seeing tiny Touya looking at Baby Fuyumi (while clutching my chest because them being twins is jossed). That’s the most adorable thing I have ever seen.

Also, very relieved to know that Rei agreed to have several kids.

Now, I need to know what happened to make that family collapse.

Touya is wearing different clothes than in the first image so that means he might have some resistance at first but his fire grew too hot for his body.

Now, my question is: how come he couldn’t regulate the temperature of his flames like fire users in his family?

Am I... feeling bad... for Endeavor?

Oh my.

You know, you might have been invited if he had known you were alive.

I love Dabi’s face here. He is such a little shit.

Reminder that they are all stuck here until Shigaraki actually tells Machia to move. 

I don’t know about you but I find it absolutely hilarious that Gigantomachia picked them up, brought them to the most dangerous place in the whole combat zone as the number 1 hero and the craziest hero students around are here, and is now refusing to move.

Honestly? If Dabi wasn’t accidentally holding the floor, they would have been incinerated.

What are you trying to say, Harima Oji? 

Are you a secret Todoroki family member too?

Or did you hear Shigaraki call Izuku little brother and you’re now trying to wrap your mind around everyone around here apparently being related and this war being the messiest Sunday family dinner ever?

I actually wanted to talk about that because this DNA test is absolutely useless. I can assure you that people probably can’t even read those pages and even if they can, it would be just so easily to fake.

Actually, you know what? If Dabi didn’t do that on his computer on his own, I would just be so disappointed because waving a DNA around is just pointless in this situation.

Especially as I don’t see when he had the time to get some blood from the Kyushu fight? He only had the time to take two steps in Endeavor’s direction before running like hell when Miruko arrived (which was a rare sign of common sense, so kudos to him, I guess.)

You hear that sound?

That’s the sound of Dabi destroying his family every chance at being normal once again. Forget all the progress they made, they will now be under public scrutiny forever, everyone having an opinion on their family.

That will wreck them.

And I am not even talking about Rei.

I see that at this point, Dabi is just ending for everyone’s career...

I am just going to stay there and stare at the wall as I am thinking about Dabi broascasting a murder on every screen of the country.

That’s just so disrespectful to Twice. He fought for his friends and instead, Dabi turned his last moment in him desperately pleading.

Also, that was a really dumb move.

Listen here, kids, when you throw a mind-breaking revelation at someone, you stick as close to the truth as possible because if people find anything that doesn’t make sense, your whole story will be doubted.

Also, casual reminder... 

Hawks recorded what was going on. 

That means that if this recording thing is found, they can discredit Dabi’s entire story.

At this point, I am just trying to see if he still has his wings. That’s all I am asking. A confirmation that his feathers will grow back.

Just... stay asleep, Hawks. Rest for a week or two so someone can sort this mess. That’s your best course of action because if you woke up now, you would probably crawl back into a coma.

Was that a bird pun?

Now, that’s just being mean.

I think I remember than in Japan, being related to a criminal is not good, but since BNHA is set in the future, maybe things changed?

If not, I am curious to see how this revelation will affect Hawks. You know, just for sociological purposes.

*hangs on to Izuku who is related to the worst villain this country had ever know, and who actually destroyed Kamino and almost murdered All Might not too long ago*

*squints as I am trying to know what they are advertising*

Dabi: “Think more critically! Try to see things through my point of view, right after I admitted I killed 30 people!”

Reminder that the OG group who fought Shigaraki sacrificed everything to stall him, they are half dead, and they are now facing the end of their society as they know it.

That’s what despair looks like.

Be careful what you wish for, Todoroki Enji.

Shouto is just breaking my heart right now. This is a nightmare. He is the boy who made sure that they were alone when he told Midoriya about his family history. He is the boy who was just started to consider forgiving his father, or at the very least, working so their family would be happy. Things were starting to get better, and now, he has to deal with imminent death, his, his friends and his father.

He isn’t even asking Endeavor to fight Dabi. He will do it. He must know that Nejire and him simply can’t win against the LoV and Gigantomachia but it’s not like there is anyone else.

Everyone is down and right now, the number 1 hero is too shocked to even blink, and if he doesn’t pull himself together in the next second, they are going to die.

Damnit, Shouto actually called him father.

Hey, remember that attack that incinerated a noumu with Regeneration? That attack that Endeavor had to use high in the sky or the collateral damage would have been hellish, in every sense of the word?

Yeah, they almost all died right there.

WE STAN ONE HERO.

BEAST JEANIST, BACK FROM THE DEAD, READY TO JUDGE DABI FOR HIS CRIMES AGAINST FASHION (and also the war crimes, if you insist). 

THAT’S WHY YOU FACT CHECK EVERYTHING, DABI. SO YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE AN IMBECILE AFTER YOU ACCUSED THE NUMBER 2 HERO OF KILLING THE MOST FABULOUS MAN OF THE COUNTRY.

[wakaoujisenhime]

Hi, I just happened to stumble across you and now I’m addicted!😅❤️ anyway, I was hoping you could write some headcanons for a crack head rakuzan manager.

A/N: Hi there you two! Since your requests were for the same trope and the more or less same scenario, I decided to mash these two together, hope that’s ok with you guys! ( ´ ▽ ` )

Luckily, I grew up around some people that fit in that description, nevertheless this was a pretty new experience for me, so I hope I managed to deal with this successfully (I’m sorry in case that I didn’t ;-;)! Anyways, please enjoy and heed the warnings! ヽ(´ー｀)❤️

Tags/Warnings: Rakuzan x reader ✅ tw.drug mention/use ✅ tw.mention of bullying ✅ fluff ✅ friendship ✅

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Rakuzan is known as an elite school, harboring only the crème-de-la-crème of students and yet you still couldn’t comprehend why you were a part of it

everyone was driven by either perfectionism or greed, the teachers only cared for themselves and their salary, and the expectations society put on every student that wore this school’s logo were downright inhuman

so could someone really blame or shun you for being into drugs? —No, they couldn’t...and yet some still tried

every time you skipped a class to go on either the rooftop or that one dark alley in the very back of the luxurious building to roll a joint, someone random would always come looking for you

they’d try to push their ideals onto you and pretend that they are some kind of Samaritan who only wants the best for you and your future

Yeah sure...you don’t even know my name, do you?

the first few times really annoyed the hell out of you and their hypocrisy almost made you lose yourself once, but as these scenarios started repeating themselves you grew used to it and learned how to completely ignore them

depending on your mood and the amount of dopamine you’re releasing there were even times when you’d get sassy with them or downright challenge them to a fight, knowing fully well that as the goody-two-shoes they were they’d never accept it

the teachers were also aware of your addiction, but were too scared for their own reputation and decided that it’d be easier if they just left you to your own devices and wait until you either failed their classes or graduated

and just like that, you lead a rather peaceful school life, until a certain someone decided to disturb it...

when you skipped classes for the umpteeth time you waited patiently for today’s candidate who’d drag you over the coals for your ‘unsightly behavior’

after you’d taken the third pull on your joint you finally heard light steps which were just around the corner

without moving your head too much, you simply glanced towards the figure that had appeared and chuckled to yourself

“Woow, the teachers must be quite desperate to send their star pupil in order to get me” you sneered after blowing some of the smoke right into his direction

the red-haired young man who’d arrived was none other than Akashi Seijirou, a student whose school record was full of nothing but perfect grades and perfect remarks from everyone who had entered this school

you didn’t know much about him except the typical gossips and the fact that he was the complete opposite of yourself

for a while none of you said anything so you continued to smoke shamelessly in front of him, hoping that you could provoke some kind of reaction from him...though in vain

if words weren’t provocative enough you decided to see how far he’d allow you to go until he had to open his mouth

“You want a pull?”

much to your surprise he actually extended his hand towards you, so with wide eyes you carefully handed him your joint

So even flawless students like him need to let go sometimes, huh?

he eyed it for a while and the next thing you saw was how he let it drop and stomped on it

“Was that really necessary? You could’ve just refused it, you know?”

“I want you to join the basketball team as a manager” he then said in a calm and pretty serious tone

....

....

...What?

you began laughing as if he had said some kind of hilarious joke, but much to your disappointment he simply raised his eyebrow

“W-Wait...are you being serious right now? You want me to take care of the basketball team?”

seeing him simply nod with the same stoic expression he’d arrived with made you realize that he wasn’t one to joke around

Akashi took out a handkerchief and wiped his hand, without bothering to hide his disgust and then simply turned his back to you

“I’ll be waiting for you at the gym after school and I hope you’ll be there...for your sake.”

and with that threat, he left you by yourself, confused and utterly speechless

you soon began giggling to yourself and you wanted to blame it on the drugs but deep down you knew the truth ...

.

as the school bell rang for the last time today you lazily packed your stuff and without paying any attention to neither your teacher nor your classmates you trotted out of the classroom

you hated admitting it but the red-haired young man’s words had haunted you for the entire day, but you weren’t one to simply obey whatever others told you

just as you were about to walk down the stairs someone muscular bumped into you, almost knocking you off your feet

as you looked up to see who it was you saw a dark-skinned and bulky man towering above you with a grim look on his face

“(Y/N)?”

you hesitated to answer for a moment, but his challenging expression downright forced you to respond, though it was merely with a small nod

“Excellent, follow me” he ordered after turning around and you did

while he was walking in front, you noticed that most of the students were intimidated or scared by his towering frame and now that you were behind him you realized how truly lonely he must be

“We’re here,” he began, “Akashi! I brought her!”

at the mention of that name you immediately wanted to just turn around and leave, but with that broad man next to you any type of escape was shut down

a pair of heterochromatic eyes looked in your direction and a proud smile adorned the rather emotionless expression of the red-haired young man who signalized the other club’s members to take a short break while he strolled towards the two of you

“(Y/N), I’m glad to see that you picked the right choice to come here. Now...follow me.”

you simply glanced up at the broader man next to you with a pleading expression, but he simply grinned and gave you a thumbs up

Akashi led you to a bench where an older man had already taken a seat, reading through some papers

he was so into it that he didn’t even bother to look up at you two

“Alright your task is simple, I want you to learn the basic rules of basketball and everything else that surrounds it. You have a week and then I’d like to test your knowledge during a practice match. There are also several other things I want you to fulfill, but this will be enough for now” he took a short breath and looked at his team players with a slightly annoyed gaze before he continued “I also provided you with one of those ‘how to’ books so I hope you won’t need long. Any further questions?”

Where do I even start?

“Listen up, I never said that I was going to be your team’s manager or anything like that, you literally forced me to come here by sending that giant after me! And you can’t be serious with all of this right? You guys are a pro team and you want me - a mere amateur - to manage you? Starting next week? I don’t even th-“

“I don’t remember giving you a choice in this matter and yes, you’ll learn it all until next week. You being a student at this elite school speaks for itself, so learning the basic rules of a mere sports game isn’t going to cost you much. Now sit down and start reading.”

his condescending and overall rude tone made you more than just mad, but before you could utter any kind of comment, he had already turned his back to you and was heading for the court

“If I were you, I’d just agree with whatever he says” commented the older man whose gaze was still on the papers before him

you clicked your tongue and put both of your hands on your hips as you stared at him and asked whether that was how he usually dealt with him

“That’s how I learned to deal with him. A genius like him is only getting held back by simple-minded people...or those,” he paused and finally looked up, eyeing you judgingly before he finished his sentence, “that can’t read the mood.”

you were absolutely speechless and enraged, so before you completely lost your wits you grabbed that stupid book Akashi had gotten for you and purposely stomped towards the gym’s entrance doors to roll yourself another joint

.

you spent the entire duration of their training outside and even though you didn’t intend to really read the booklet, you eventually started and got into it, until you heard a loud whistle and Akashi’s voice announcing the end of today’s practice

“I’m expecting you at tomorrow’s practice as well, (Y/N)” said the red-haired captain as soon as you re-entered the gym to take your bag and go home

you answered with a simple nod and left, figuring that you’d just go along with him for a while but secretly do whatever you wanted

or at least that was supposed to be your plan, but something quite unexpected happened

while you had set your mind to obey whatever the captain wanted from you, you caught yourself actually having fun during the guys’ practice

you did know a little about basketball even without the book’s help, but as you gradually read chapter after chapter and actually witnessed the real thing before you every single day, you came to truly enjoy it

there were always some rumors that Rakuzan’s basketball team was on an entirely different level and you finally saw why

the four players that always accompanied Akashi on the court were some kind of prodigies the others referred to as the “Uncrowned Kings” or the new and improved version of “The phantom sixth man”

during your first days of hearing those rather over the top nicknames, you couldn’t help but laugh out loud

These four having such titles? Don’t mess with me, that’s just hilarious!

and even if you were the only one laughing at it while the others simply looked away, your laughs were shut down pretty quickly as soon as you saw how they played

seeing just how powerful and overall perfect they seemed to be made you even more pissed off than you already were

luckily you were standing right next to the gym’s door so you cracked it open, leaned yourself on its frame, and began smoking one of your self-rolled joints

“Wow (Y/N), I didn’t know you smoked! You look really cool!”

the sudden compliment from the cheerful blond with the sharp canine caught you off guard, not to mention that he was the first one besides Akashi to even attempt some sort of conversation...and it made you unexpectedly happy

“Thanks, I guess?...would you like to have a pull?”

you couldn’t help but smirk at how his eyes lit up after nodding multiple times and just as he was about to take the softly smoking joint from your hand, someone snatched it and threw it out, closing the door in the process

that someone was Reo, whose eyes looked down on you with a rather hurt and sad expression

out of nowhere, he took a gentle hold of your cheeks and softly tilted your head up so that you could look him directly into his mesmerizing eyes

“I’ve been meaning to tell you this, but smoking is bad for you (Y/N)-chan. You’re such a beautiful young lady and being a crackhead just doesn’t suit you, you know?”

thanks to the soft tone with which he’d complimented and lectured you, you just couldn’t be mad at him

but before you could even say anything you felt a big and strong hand slap your back with so much force that you almost fell right into Kotaro’s arms

“Geez, Nebuya you brute, how many times do I have to tell you to be more careful!”

completely ignoring the tall man’s protest the more muscular man simply laughed and took a tight hold of your upper arm saying: “All she needs are more muscles and meat on her and she’ll make a great opponent!”

the way the three of them had surrounded you while laughing at each other’s comments and even making you part of their discussion warmed your heart, and you caught yourself thinking that being the manager of this team might not be such a bad idea after all...

.

the day of the practice match came along and you were a bundle of nerves

who would’ve thought that you’d actually prefer going to the gym to check up on the players instead of straight-up heading back home

much to your surprise, it didn’t even take you three days to get almost every club member to respect you, sure there were obstacles along the way, but you managed to deal with them rather quickly

not too long ago, you had actually helped out Mayuzumi, who usually avoided you and barely ever talked to you

you had been on your way to your usual spot to light up a joint and just before you cut the corner you heard some loud voices

“Just ‘cause you’re in the basketball club, doesn’t make you special!”

“What’s with those dead-looking fish eyes of yours anyway?”

“C’mon guys, don’t you see that we’re wasting his precious reading time here? Let’s hurry up and scram so that he can continue reading his novel!”

you had no idea just what the hell was going on, but it sounded a lot like someone was getting bullied and you weren’t in the mood to let it slide

“Ok guys, I need you to wrap whatever this is up. I’m in a rather bad mood right now and I really need a smoke, so get going” you said in a rather dark tone

the students who had encircled someone you couldn’t quite identify yet jumped a little at your sudden intervention and turned their attention to you

all remarks they had prepared for you were gone the moment they realized just who was standing in front of them

nevertheless, the group remained stubborn and tried to chase you away by asking you to wait for a little

while you were dealing with the group, the person they had ganged up on stood up from the ground and that’s when you finally recognized who they were bullying

Isn’t that...Mayuzumi?

and at that moment something inside of you clicked

with confident steps, you made your way to the tall young man and placed a hand on his shoulder

“There you are and here I was thinking you’d bailed on me” you began as you gently squeezed his shoulder, giving him a signal to make him play along before you continued, “I got your stuff, you got the money?”

thanks to his constant poker face and slight nod the group of bullies was instantly on their guard

in order to give them their last push you pulled out a small and transparent bag with white powder out of your pocket

“You guys are still here? Sorry, but if you wanted a package you should’ve told me beforehand. Just so you know, it isn’t going to be cheap.”

seconds later the group finally gave up and stormed off, murmuring something about it not being worth the trouble

as soon as they were gone you let out a loud sigh of relief and crouched down, exclaiming how relieved you were that it was finally over

your sudden reaction caught the young man off guard and at first, he was stomped at what to do but he eventually crouched down next to you

“If you were that scared you shouldn’t have helped me in such an...unorthodox way. They might snitch on you, you know?”

you couldn’t help but giggle at the rather clumsy way he tried to thank and reassure you

“It’s fine even if they do, the teachers wouldn’t be surprised anyway and besides...that bag contains nothing more but some makeup powder I got from Reo to...to hide the bags under my eyes.”

even though you whispered the last part Mayuzumi still heard it and then chuckled

since then he actually began listening to you and even talked to you whenever no one was around

the other three were fond of you since day one so you had no trouble dealing with them whatsoever, or protecting them for that matter

someone was making rude remarks about Nebuya while he ate his daily portion of meat (which equaled five of yours)?

you’d tap them on the shoulder, lean on them and say that they were lucky enough he didn’t hear them, or else he might actually devour them instead

hearing how people made fun of Reo’s way of talking and even shun him for his behavior behind his back?

you’d directly go up to them and intentionally talk in a loud voice for everyone to hear how cowardly they were and how their behavior would drag their beloved school’s reputation down if you decided on making it public

witnessing how naive and warm-hearted Kotaro got roped into some even shadier business than what you were up to with sugarcoated words?

you’d do something similar to how you saved Mayuzumi back then: threats and bluffs and luckily all of them worked out in your favor

the only one who needed more time to warm up to you was Akashi

it was obvious that he hadn’t approved of you despite your (in your eyes) good performance during the first practice match

he’d simply nodded in the end and coldly stated that he’d accept this rather poor performance, warning you that there would be consequences if you don’t improve yourself

back then the others had joined you on the bench and were trying to cheer you up by saying that the red-haired young man was usually that demanding, but only towards people he knew had the potential...in a way he was trying to bring forth your hidden talent

with these sweet words and your own ambition to prove yourself to the seemingly perfect emperor, you finally started taking the club more serious than you’d originally intended

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..

What did he just say..?

“Sei-chan, y-you....you can’t be serious”

“Akashi...”

said man turned towards you guys with a warm but twisted smile as he stretched his hand out towards you

“I swear to you, that if we lose this match, I will leave the club and...gouge both of my eyes out, and give them to you.”

after that proclamation each of the players gave it more than just their all, even you who could do nothing but cheer them on from the bench began analyzing everything you could from your team’s opponents

during that very emotional match, you found yourself praying multiple times that your team wins and not only because of Akashi’s oath but because you knew just how much they had trained for this

additionally, Kotaro and the others told you that this match was of utmost importance to the captain and his former teammates, all the more reason for you to worry

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sadly in the end you guys lost and you were too overwhelmed with everything that had transpired in the last quarters

Zone? What the hell is that?

Another Akashi? How is something like that even possible?

the entire Rakuzan team walked back to the locker room in complete silence and that silence remained until all of them had changed their clothes

“(Y/N)-chan, let’s go,” said Reo in a gentle and silent tone as he gently squeezed your shoulder

“Y-You guys can go on ahead, I still have to check something” you answered with an apologetic smile

you were thankful that the young man could read the mood and agreed, so you re-entered the locker room, looking around searching for something

the moment you wanted to take a step forward, your legs gave out and you fell to your knees

H-Huh..? What’s w-wrong with me, I-I need to get up...

no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t muster the strength to stand up, and before you knew it, tears had started rolling down your cheeks without stopping

frustration, despair, anger, and sadness overcame you and at some point you caught your thoughts drifting off in a direction you had never taken before

with trembling hands, you took a small package full of some kind of powder out of your jacket and looked at it

you weren’t the type to resort to real hardcore drugs and as of late you had been so busy with the team that even your usual smoke breaks became less and less, but now...

just as you were about to open the small bag in your hands the door to the changing room slowly opened

“A-Akashi...?”

the young man looked at you with a worried expression and as soon as he saw what you held in your hands he grew even sadder

without saying anything he simply walked towards you, kneeled down, and embraced you

you were quite shocked at first, but too emotionally tired to resist at this point so you simply let him comfort you

he told you that these overwhelming emotions you were going through right now were normal and absolutely understandable in this situation, and even without you saying how guilty you felt for the boys’ loss he calmed you down by stating that one person alone could not be at fault for an entire team’s failure

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that day engraved itself in your brain and you promised yourself that you’d give it your all and even go further beyond it, just so you wouldn’t have to see the sad faces of the people who had given you a chance and loved you for who you are, including all of your “flaws”

unbeknownst to you, they had also found the same resolution as you

the day on which they had lost their match against Seirin made them realize that there was indeed something lacking in their way of playing basketball, and in order to improve that they had to start with a rather peculiar mission, namely to make you, their manager, proud and make sure that you never cried ever again...

[emilycollins00]

Two faces of the same coin

Pairing: Tenma x ghost-looking! reader Part 1.

Hey! I had this awesome ask from sadly ages ago which I appreciated a lot bc honestly, just the fact that someone sent such a detailed thing?? My heart.

Request: (...) Tenma finds someone who looks like they got out straight from a horror movie- They could literally pass as a ghost anytime of the day! But once he talks to them they are just an extremely chill introvert, and actually really thoughtful and considerate? (...) So yeah, imagine Tenma who once was shitting his pants whenever that person was around slowly starting to enjoy their presence and even better: fall for them.

Enjoy! 💕

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Classic horror icons and other disturbing creatures share common characteristics, pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, hunched posture, sharp teeth, and the like. These images inspire fear and revulsion in many with good reason. And while Tenma would insist he was okay with them- he really was and Yuki should really just shut up- he wouldn’t go out of his way to watch or read about that specific genre. And he was okay with that.

“A ghost in the school?”

He tried to not sound as worried as he internally felt, his brain still processing what Taichi was talking about while waiting for their drinks to drop. The redhead nodded unaware, eyes fixed on the vending machine “Yeah! You haven’t heard about it before?”

“W-why should I? It’s stupid to think paranormal stuff like ghosts exists anyway.”

With a clank, both drinks finally fell. Taichi crouched down to retrieve them humming happily, handing one of them to the summer troupe leader and keeping one for himself.

“I don’t know man, it’s kind of cool!” he crossed his arms behind his head, resuming their walk and looked behind. “What about you, Juza-san? You seen anything?”

The purple-haired boy considered it lazily, but ultimately shook his head. He didn’t seem too interested in the conversation anyway, and Tenma was pretty sure the main thoughts running through his head were today’s melon bread from the cafeteria.

It had been a while since their Ouka-high group had been able to have lunch together.

“Did you see? That Sumeragi Tenma is back!”

“Gosh, he looks so handsome!”

“Wait- don’t push me!”

“I heard he’s going to be a possible cast in that famous saga-”

“Are you serious?”

Whispers and tiny squeals kept circling them as soon as they entered the boundaries of the canteen. And while Tenma barely notices it at first, he can definitely see Juza’s stance going more rigid and Taichi’s eyes glowing at the attention received.

“I’ll go get our lunch” the golden-eyed teen announces heading towards the queue, hands buried in his pockets. He motioned Tenma with his chin. “You wanted set B right, no carrots.”

“Uh? Well yeah, but I can-”

“S’okay, you two go find some seats” he shrugged, looking around. There weren’t many spaces to start with and he’d honestly prefer focus on the food rather than the stares. “It’d be difficult to keep ‘em free with just one person anyway.”

“Roger! Come on Ten-chan, let’s go!”

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“Aw, man. Everyone has their eyes on you as usual!” Taichi looked around, still indulging himself with all the people that were staring at them, some more blatantly than others.

How he didn’t get bored of mentioning it every time Tenma didn’t know, though he was low-key grateful. Not many people enjoyed being part of those types of reactions from a crowd- Juza for example-. When they finally managed to find some empty seats, Taichi placed his own bento on the table visibly excited. Tenma frowned.

“Since when did you start preparing lunch by yourself?”

“Ah, this?” the redhead laughed proudly at his confused look “See, I’ve been practicing my cooking skills! Tsuzuru has been super cool teaching me how to prepare some dishes for my siblings- plus, I’m sure I’ll get the attention of girls if they see my new talent!”

“Right…”

Tenma couldn’t decide whether he should make a comment as he took a long, thoughtful sip from his own juice can. Taichi’s lunch was a side of string cheese, a broken omelet, and some semi-burnt rice and it just didn’t seem very tempting.

He ultimately chose to leave it aside. Omi would surely know soon enough.

“So, uh, Taichi.”

“Yeah?”

He coughed, leaving aside the can and resting his back on the chair nonchalantly. “N-not that I care about that rumor, but- where is that ghost supposed to be?”

“Ah, the one we talked about? Mmm…” the autumn member caressed his chin, closing his eyes in deep thought. “No one really knows. It’s been spotted in pretty much all parts of the school” Tenma’s stomach sank at that. “But I’ve heard it likes room 1001 for some reason, you know, from the old side of the school? No one really uses it anymore- guess it makes sense!”

The redhead took again the chopsticks and started digging on the rice carefree.

“R-right.”

Tenma shook his head. Cool. Great. Now he knew which side of the school he would never even try to approach at least.

“Tenma-kun!” a female voice, not familiar, made him jolt from his seat. When he looked up a girl followed by two others were are already making themselves comfortable on the chairs next to them- one of them even deciding to sit on the table. “Hi there!”

Third years.

"Hi” he repeated.

“We saw your appearance in that new series, it was unbelievable!”

“Are you going to be a recurring character there? I’d love if you could ask one of the leads to sign a shirt of mine!”

He simply showered them a practiced smile. He could already tell what type of fans they were. It wasn’t something out of the ordinary- people approaching him about his shows or to ask for favors- and honestly, it was better not entering in that dangerous territory. “Thanks. Nothing’s been said yet, that’d depend on the company. I’ll be counting on your future support.”

They instantly beamed at his reaction. “Of course!”

One of them clapped her hand together “That reminds me, when is your next performance in that theatre company you play? I so want to go see it again!”

“Ah, that will take a while. We just finished a month ago so next up is the autumn troupe” he motioned Taichi with his head, a proud, real smile featuring his face this time “These guys have been going all out, you won’t be disappointed.”

“O-of course!” the shortest Ouka high student practically jumped into the conversation. “If you all want, we could ask for a few tickets from our-!“

“But Tenma-kun is not in that troupe, right?” the girls looked at each other confused. As if it wouldn’t be something it’d cross their minds to do, had the child actor not participated before.

“W-well, no but…”

“Plus, the summer troupe is hilarious! I kinda prefer those types of performances, you know?”

“I totally get you!”

From his peripheral vision, Tenma could register Taichi’s face growing red- a strained smile before sitting back on his seat, not trying to add anything to the conversation anymore.

Smile. Remember to smile.

“…We all give our all on those performances, I don’t think it’s fair if you have just watched the summer troupe. You’ll definitely enjoy it if you give them the chance.”

“Really?”

“I mean… If Tenma-kun says so maybe we could go take a look.” one of them gave a chuckle, playing with their hair. “You think we could ask you to get us some tickets for-?”

“If you are not eatin’ you should leave.”

“Uh? Can’t you see we’re-” the sentence died in their lips as soon as they turned and encountered Juza. Not that he himself was proud of his reputation, but during these situations at the very least it paid to see they knew who he was.

“Move.”

The resulting glare was terrifying in its intensity, and the retreat took no longer than a few seconds. No one mentioned anything afterward- Juza’s calm and blank expression coming back as he sat down, handing the summer leader his lunch and squinting down at Taichi’s.

“What the hell are you eatin’.”

“Hehe it caught your attention too, right? You see…”

Tenma observed them. They were acting as if nothing had happened. Not so long ago people tended to stay away from him for those same reasons, so it still took him a few seconds to find the words again- For feeling this relieved at their reactions.

He left the chopsticks aside. “Sorry this... keeps happening."

They momentarily stopped the conversation, sharing a silent look before turning to the teen actor facing the table in awkwardness.

“I-It’s okay, Ten-chan! They would obviously be more interested in watching you than an unknown performance” Taichi laughs and scratches the back of his hair. He seemed to be fine- a bit uncomfortable, but fine. “Besides, that just means we have to work even harder to be recognized, right, Juza-san!”

“Yeah, don’t get stuck thinkin’ ‘bout it. We ain’t losin’ any time soon.”

“Anyway Juza-san, are you sure you’re okay with only melon bread and pudding for lunch? I can give you some of mine!”

Juza didn’t verbally answer Taichi’s offer, merely staring at the burnt rice being held in front of him with skepticism “…nah. I’m okay.”

Taichi frowned at his own food, tilting his head confused. A few seconds later, he gave it an ultimate shrug before going for one more bite, Juza doing the same with his own lunch. Tenma scoffed at the view, trying not to smile amusedly. The autumn troupe really was made out of beasts.

“If Sakyo-san saw what you two are eating he’d skin you alive, you know.”

“Why.”

“What do you mean why, Juza-san you can’t expect-“

"Ah, that reminds me!” Taichi suddenly rambled, mouth full of rice “We should totally go to the arcade before we head up to the dorm. I heard they have these new games that are supposed to be super exclusive!”

Tenma winced “Can’t. I have a meeting with my homeroom teacher after classes.”

The other two replied with a similar expression.

“I almost forgot you came from a big shootin’ and all. We’ve been seein' you in the dorm pretty much everyday.”

“Yeah! Geez I always say I envy you, but dealing with that after working must suck!”

“You tell me…”

Taichi shook his head, giving him both thumbs up “It’s okay, we can go another time. Good luck though!”

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“You can sit here. I’ll go bring your work in a second and then we’ll talk.”

With a lazy look on his face, Tenma caught a glimpse of his own reflection from a trophy case- one of the few resting at the entrance of the teacher’s lounge. He had never paid attention to them before; Second prize in a football tournament, first prize in some races and a few diplomas regarding different competitions, nothing too special. Ouka high had never had the best score regarding academics, which is exactly why he was able to enter.

Igawa liked to insist it wasn’t entirely Tenma’s fault he had so many troubles keeping up with schoolwork though- well, not more than the usual of not being good at studying. No one actually knew how hard celebrity kids had to push themselves- at least that’s what his parent had said. On the other hand, they hadn’t really cared much more, so long the school allowed him to be flexible with his schedules.

School time was usually done while moving sets and camera changes. He and other kids and teens were at different levels of schooling most of the time, so the teacher was forced to divide their time. Honestly, one would be lucky to get 30 minutes of full tutoring.

Anyway, it was rotten work and even Tenma knew it. He also knew what his homeroom teacher thought about it, which is exactly why he couldn’t help himself raising his eyebrows concerned as he saw the pile of papers being drop over the desk.

“Is this a joke?”

“I know you’re busy, but there’s a minimum to do keep up with your classes and… general results.” the old man frowned scratching his grey four-days old beard. He clicked here and there at the computer, probably revising the latest results of the tests they had done.

He then leaned back on his chair, trying to find a comfortable position before his wrinkly eyes turned to him again. “I wish I could think of another way, but you are getting quite behind everyone, Sumeragi-kun. We’re worried.”

Well, it was not his fault he couldn’t remember all the information they gave him like a script. Was it really the solution giving him the same amount of work as his classmates with half the time?

Before he could open his mouth to complain, the man placed his hand on Tenma’s shoulder. It felt heavy. “I already talked with your manager. It seems you’ll be having a break for a month and a half just before finals and I’d like to help you. We can’t have one of the biggest faces of the school repeating a year, can we?”

Tenma’s jaw clenched. Of course, everything was always for Sumeragi Tenma the actor. Student Tenma could go drown himself.

“Here you’ll find some reinforcement materials I think will be good for you to do in school. Less time wasted while moving and I’ll be here in case you have any questions.”

His face twitched. That would mean he wouldn’t be able to ask for Tsumugi’s help or any of the adults back in Mankai. “I actually-”

“Suguro-sensei, Someone’s calling for you about tomorrow’s meeting!”

“Is it that time already... I’ll be right there in a second! In any case, I would suggest you go work on the library Sumeragi-kun.” the man got up, finishing that way their conversation. “It should be quiet enough, but if you see any students being too loud, give them a call.”

Tenma side-glanced again at his workload, groaning internally.

Just about his luck.

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Twenty minutes walking.

How could such a big school not have a single sign to indicate where things were?

Squinting his eyes, Tenma looked both ways across the hall annoyed, his already short temper from before increasing. He was sure the library was two turns to the right, then left, and then up the stairs from the teachers’ lounge.

...or maybe it was a floor down now that he thought about it. Damn it. It wasn’t as if he had ever stepped inside that place, shouldn’t they make it more accessible for everyone?

“This sucks…”

It had been a while since he had seen other students or even teachers around, which also made him feel uneasy. He glanced down at the paperwork in his arms, gripping it tighter. He hoped no one would see him walking around like this.

Just where was the stupid library?

It wasn’t until Tenma decided to try entering inside any room that would allow him to work, that he found many were strangely closed. He was about to gave up when he finally saw the dusty word ‘library’ at the end of the corridor. Finally. With effort he managed to open the heavy door, immediately pinching his nose.

“Ugh, stinks.”

The person in charge of cleaning the school really did a worse job than Matsukawa- at least the man cleaned from time to time and organized stuff. The place was an absolute mess; boxes over the floor, piles of books on chairs and shelves full of documents and other various things he didn’t quite distinguish.

Leaving everything on the closest table Tenma sighed when he felt his arms relaxing without the weight. Frowning, he walked around the place, smelling a mix of dirt and old- even some shelves were full of dust. Really, how did a school like this had such a gross place to study? No wonder students didn’t try to come here.

He should have asked for permission to take his work back to Mankai. Less danger of someone noticing he was behind his studies and it becoming a gossip- or worse, finding he had been walking without an absolute clue for the last half hour.

Yeah, he had more options to pass the year with Tsumugi’s help rather than on his own. Just looking at the amount of work he had he was sure it’d-

The faint sound of walking steps brought him back from his thoughts freezing him on the spot- all his breath trapped. He hadn’t heard anyone since he entered, but it shouldn't be surprising to find others studying.

I’ve heard it likes room 1001 for some reason, you know, from the old side of the school? No one really uses it anymore- guess it makes sense!

Or it was probably the wind. The wind tends to make noises, Tenma reminded himself while swallowing with difficulty.

Was the air suddenly thick?

Crack!

He strained to hear, his heart pounding loudly. “I-Is anyone there?” the nerves made his voice come out higher than he had hoped.

More cracks and sounds of steps. He couldn't see anything yet.

His stomach turned as his breath became louder. This wasn't happening. Yup! It was his imagination. What was happening could not be real, because ghosts didn’t exist. “I-I’m not afraid, you know?!” he shouted, positioning himself on a fighting stance while carefully moving backward.

That’s right- Tenma wasn’t scared. He had just rested enough, with or without a ghost in the room, and it was about time to leave. Ignoring his sweaty palms and nodding once more to nothing in particular, he turned around at the same time a pair of eyes made contact with his.

The figure opened its mouth.

And Tenma proceeded to absolutely destroy his throat.

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This took so long though I’m not even sure If they are around. If you are love, I apologize! I found a few walls writing-wise. So not entirely to say I made it longer to make up for it but on the other hand... maybe. Thank you so much for sending such a nice idea so I was able to make this, really hope you like it. 💕

I promise this is a reader insert lol thank you for reading!

Part 2 soon!

[robininthelabyrinth]

Fire and Light (ao3) - on tumblr: part 1, part 2

- Chapter 3 -

Nie Huaisang and Wen Chao had starting fighting, and Nie Mingjue didn’t know why or how to stop it.

Neither of them were exceptional cultivators, although Wen Chao was more average to Nie Huaisang’s waste, and so their fights tended towards the simply physical, things thrown and words shouted and a great deal of shoving.

“I thought you two were getting along,” Nie Mingjue said helplessly to Nie Huaisang after one of their blow-ups.

“Why should I get along with him?” Nie Huaisang hissed, his eyes red – with tears, luckily, not anything else. Nie Mingjue dabbed at the corner of his eye with his sleeve, pleased to see there weren’t any injuries. “He’s mean and petty and stupid, and anyway his dad killed ours.”

“That has nothing to do with A-Chao,” Nie Mingjue pointed out, like he didn’t wake screaming at least two nights each week just thinking about how he was betraying his father’s memory by being a good and obedient son for Wen Ruohan just as he had tried to be for his father. “He’s too young to have any input into his father’s plans, Huaisang, you know that.”

As if Wen Ruohan would take advice from anyone else, ever, no matter what their age.

“I’m trying to be nice!” Nie Huaisang defended himself, looking mutinous. “He’s the one starting all the fights, saying mean things and losing his temper over nothing. I don’t know what’s gotten into him!”

“I’ll talk to him,” Nie Mingjue promised. “I don’t know if it’ll help, but I will. Why don’t you go play with A-Ning instead?”

Nie Huaisang nodded, but looked up at Nie Mingjue instead of scampering off. “Da-ge,” he said, “why do you call them like that, so affectionately?”

“Because they don’t have courtesy names, the poor things,” Nie Mingjue said, and his brother grinned as if he’d won something. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason!” Nie Huaisang sang, good humor abruptly restored in the way that children had, and then he was gone, shouting Wen Ning’s name in a tone so demanding that one would think he really was a young master of the Nightless City rather than a glorified prisoner.

Nie Mingjue went to find Wen Chao, who was sitting by a window in one or another of the endlessly identical rooms in the endlessly identical hallways that he was almost starting to be able to remember. Wen Chao, when found, looked especially mulish. “A-Chao?”

“Are you here to yell at me for fighting with your brother?” Wen Chao demanded, not looking at him.

“No,” Nie Mingjue said. “I’m here to ask if you’re all right.”

He could think of dozens of reasons why he wouldn’t be, and every single one of them started with Wen Ruohan, whether directly or indirectly. If they had all been adults, it would have been easy to hate them blindly for all their many faults, but Nie Mingjue had always had a soft spot for children.

Wen Chao turned to look at him, and his eyes were red with tears, too; he looked so much like Nie Huaisang for a moment that it stabbed right into Nie Mingjue’s heart. “I fell,” he suddenly said, even though Nie Mingjue hadn’t seen any such thing happen during the fight earlier. “It hurt.”

Nie Mingjue was going to ask what had happened and why (and when) he had fallen, and also what that had to do with his fight with Nie Huaisang, but before he could speak, Wen Chao shoved his hand up at him just the way Nie Huaisang always did. His wrist was unmarred, although one part was a little red, as if fingers had been dug into it.

There wasn’t actually a request being made, but Nie Mingjue responded on instinct, pulling Wen Chao into his arms – gently, in the event that the boy wanted to wiggle free – and pressing his lips to the ‘wound’, a spark of spiritual energy dancing between them. It did nothing but feel nice for a split second, if that, but Wen Chao’s eyes were wide and watery as if he’d just performed a miracle.

“Do you feel better?” Nie Mingjue asked, and Wen Chao nodded mutely. He was clinging onto Nie Mingjue’s arms as if he thought he was going to get thrown out of them and didn’t quite want to be. “You know that you don’t need to be hurt to get a hug, right?”

Wen Chao stared at him blankly, and Nie Mingjue wondered if he’d guessed wrongly.

“You don’t have to get hugged if you don’t want to, either, of course,” he said quickly. “I just meant, you know, if you do, you can just ask. I won’t say no.”

Wen Chao burst into tears.

Nie Mingjue had no idea what he’d said wrong. Again.

Maybe he wasn’t as good at this comforting business as he thought he was.

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Word must have spread, somehow, because Wen Ning was the next one to demand a hug – well, he sidled up to Nie Mingjue and stared at him for enough time to eat a meal before Nie Mingjue broke and asked what he’d wanted, at which point he’d thrown himself into Nie Mingjue’s arms like a big spoiled cat, but it was about the same.

That wasn’t really a surprise, given how affectionate Wen Ning generally was and how hungry he was for comfort and validation, but it was a little bit of a surprise when Wen Qing, who was independent and headstrong, abruptly began to do the same thing, albeit with slightly more grace.

Not that Nie Mingjue refused, of course, even though etiquette said that unrelated men and women shouldn’t make contact – Wen Qing was only ten, a little girl playacting as a grown woman. Besides, with the death of Wen Ruohan’s last wife a few years back, there weren’t any women in the Nightless City well-born enough to dare touch her, so it was clearly him or nobody.

After that, Wen Chao, clearly not wanting to be outdone, began demanding hugs on a regular basis, growling self-absorbed demands in his kittenish little voice that wouldn’t be cute at all if he was ten years older but which was currently hilarious. He seemed almost to be testing the boundaries of the permission he’d been given, asking for hugs right after he did something wrong or said something especially mean, and if Nie Mingjue’s father hadn’t so strongly inculcated in Nie Mingjue the belief that affection was not something that should ever be traded, Nie Mingjue might have considered withholding them to try to teach him a lesson. As it was, he mostly scolded him, trying to make clear the consequences of his actions.

“If you’re disappointed in me, why do you still give me a hug when I ask for one?” Wen Chao asked, eyes narrowed with suspicion, as if he thought Nie Mingjue was up to something – because everyone was up to something in the Nightless City, always. It was exhausting.

“Because it’s two separate things,” Nie Mingjue said, not for the first time. He felt a little helpless, repeating it over and over and yet not appearing to make even the slightest dent in Wen Chao’s understanding. “Being angry at you doesn’t mean I don’t care about you; caring about you doesn’t mean I can’t be disappointed in you. I’m not going to stop caring about you, but I’m also going to be sad and angry and upset about what you’ve done. Just because I’ll always give you a hug doesn’t mean I condone your behavior.”

Wen Chao snorted, sounding suspicious – but also not pulling away from the hug – and from the corner of the room they were in Nie Huaisang heaved a great big sigh. “I’ll explain it to him, da-ge,” he offered, like he wasn’t the youngest of the whole lot of them. “It’s not that hard, but Wen Chao can’t help being slow, I guess.”

Wen Chao made a face at him, but their interaction lacked the heat of their fights from before. Nie Mingjue still didn’t know what had caused their fights, but he supposed that they must have made up sometime when he wasn’t looking.

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Wen Ruohan asked Wen Xu another question, his fourth in a row. It was beyond uncomfortable to watch, especially since the Sect Leader had swept in to the dining room already in a bad mood, ready to take it out on them, and for some reason he’d fixated on Wen Xu today. His heir, who he never seemed to devote much time to, but expected perfection from regardless.

Wen Xu was sweating, his posture stiff and his brows pulled together from the strain of trying to recall. The subject matter of the question was unexpected – a specific sequence of hand signs to form tripartite arrays, very complex – and he started to slow down towards the end, his words tripping over each other.

When he reached the penultimate one, he paused, his eyes flickering all over the place as his tongue struggled for words, his brain very obviously blanking out on him.

Nie Mingjue kicked him under the table, striking him precisely in the left shin in the meridian next to the knee, and Wen Xu’s eyes went wide, the correct answer blurting out of his mouth before he’d entirely recovered himself, and once he had that out he was able to finish the sequence without error.

“If I wanted Nie Mingjue to answer my question, I would have asked him,” Wen Ruohan said, his voice sharp and cold as shards of ice, and Wen Xu flinched as if he’d been struck.

“Did I answer it?” Nie Mingjue wondered aloud. “Good for me. Here I thought I was just trying to sabotage him.”

Wen Ruohan, who had been about to pronounced punishment, turned his head to stare at Nie Mingjue, as if disbelieving that he would, once again, dare to be so insolent.

Or perhaps the surprise was only on whose behalf he had interrupted.

“I thought tripping someone else up was how things got done in Qishan?” Nie Mingjue asked, and to his amusement he observed a moment of contemplation on all the Wen faces, even Wen Ruohan’s – and even also his brother’s – wondering if he’d just gotten confused again before realizing that he was just being sarcastic. “No? Forgive me, I’m still new. I’ll be sure to reread the founder’s sayings again. I’m sure he had something to say about that.”

He got another ten lashes of the whip for that, and another five for interrupting, but Wen Qing’s hand at bandaging was much steadier this time, while Nie Huaisang and Wen Ning teamed up to make him three dishes of medicinal cuisine apiece that they insisted he consume, so it really wasn’t as bad as all that. Wen Xu and Wen Chao tried to both hover at the door to see if he was all right while also trying to avoid him out of some bizarre sort of misplaced guilt, so he threatened to haul them into the room using the excess amount of noodles as rope until they stopped being stupid and came to help him finish the medicinal meal that was far too large even for his prodigious appetite.

“You didn’t have to do that for me, you righteous idiot,” Wen Xu said, poking at a piece of chicken in his soup as if it held the answers to life’s mysteries. “Either the hint or the distraction.”

“Are you saying I’m too righteous to cheat on tests?” Nie Mingjue asked, pretending to be offended. “I don’t think you know what righteous means. It definitely allows for cheating in times of need.”

That effectively derailed the subject, because they all had very strong and conflicting feelings on what righteousness did or did not allow, and he was grateful when they didn’t return to the subject again later.

He didn’t know how to explain to Wen Xu that he didn’t think before doing things like that, that it seemed obvious to him that they were all in this together against Wen Ruohan, for all that the man was father to Wen Xu and Wen Chao and thus theoretically deserving of their filial piety. He didn’t know how to tell Wen Xu – or Wen Chao, for that matter – that being afraid of your father wasn’t how most people did things, that most people didn’t have to worry about their fathers one day deciding to take them down to his Fire Palace, that mysterious and terrifying lair of screams, and never letting them back out again.

Even after all these months, Nie Mingjue still didn’t understand how people lived in Qishan, in the Nightless City, all of them always second-guessing themselves and looking for traps, thinking everything, good or bad, was a hidden knife about to be stabbed into their back. A place where brother was deliberately turned against brother and child against child, a place where being smart and loyal and righteous wasn’t good enough for anything other than sacrificing yourself for the sake of others, and being laughed at as an idiot for doing so.

He didn’t think he ever would.

[honey-dewey]

All the Write Places

Pairing: Javier Peña/Reader

Word Count: 3,041

Warnings: Mentions of canon typical violence, some use of (Y/N)

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

A collection of letters between the Reader, who is still in Texas with Javier’s family, and Javier while he’s hunting Escobar in Columbia. 

Mi Amor,

It’s Javier again. I know it’s been too long since my last letter, but the DEA doesn’t want any of my personal information to be intercepted. Steve is doing well. He and Connie just adopted a baby. I think her name is Olivia.

I’m sorry I haven’t called in a while. It’s for the same reason I don’t write all too often. I can’t wait to see you again, I promise it will be soon.

Yours forever, Javier.

P.S. keep an eye out for a package.

———

My Javi,

I miss you so much my dear. Your last letter brought me to tears, and I’m over the moon about the package. The jacket is huge on me, but it smells just like you. You be sure to give the Murphys my love, and kiss their little girl for me.

Things are alright here at home. Your mother treats me like one of her own kids, and it’s very sweet. Your father has begun to teach me Spanish, and your cousins constantly ask about when their Uncle Javi is coming home.

We all miss you, but I miss you most my dear. I can’t wait to see you again.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

———

Mi Amor,

The Murphys insist I tell you Olivia is doing well and has received your love. The hunt is long, but the promise of you waiting for me at home is a sure comfort.

I apologize, but I must keep my letters short. Just know that I love you and I will be coming home. I promise.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

Mi Corazón,

I know you must keep your letters short, but your mother insists you write more. She misses you dearly. I don’t think she understands the gravity of your job. Your father understands. He is worried for you, and his brother helped him rig his radio to listen to the Colombian news. Every time I hear that name, I shiver. He’s a horrible horrible man, and I cannot wait to see him rot in prison.

To keep this letter happy, I want to tell you your sister is pregnant! She’s overjoyed, and so am I. I know you won’t be home to meet the baby, but I’ll send photos, just as I always do.

I love you my dear. I’ll wait for you to return to me, no matter how long that is.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

———

Mi Amor,

The pictures were just what I needed. They are in my apartment, and I put the one of you and my parents on my desk so you’re always with me.

Tell my sister I’m proud of her and cannot wait to meet my niece or nephew. With luck, we’ll be home soon.

I’m sending another package for you and the family. I love you.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

Mi Corazón,

The pregnancy continues to go well, and the kids loved your package. I’m glad you enjoyed the photos.

Unfortunately, I don’t know when I’ll be able to write again. I know it’s hard for you, but my mother just passed, and I’m headed back north for the funeral and to spend some time with my dad. I’ll give them your love, as always.

I wish you were by my side, Javier. The days seem so long without you.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

———

Mi Corazón

You shouldn’t have called me Javier. It was risky, for the both of us. However, I do so desperately miss your voice. I’m glad I got to speak with you.

I promised I’d write when I returned to Texas, and I am home beside your family once more. They’re all jealous I got to speak with you, but the adults understand. Your mother especially understood, and made me swear to tell you she wants you to call for Christmas.

Javier, if at all possible, please listen to that annoying American station on the radio, you know the one that’s obsessed with 50’s music? We listen every night during dinner, and it would warm my heart if I knew you were listening too.

Give Murphy my love. Tell him I can’t wait to meet him one day.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

———

Mi Amor,

I apologize for the call, but you must understand why I risked it. I couldn’t have you grieve alone, not without me to help you through that pain.

I do know the station you wrote about, and I agree it’s annoying. The boys at the office like it, and it’s on while we work. Knowing you listen to it too, it makes my heart swell. One day, we’ll listen to those old songs together, I promise.

My letters will be few and far between, and I apologize. Things are getting worse here, but I vow to return to you alive and whole.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

Mi Corazón,

You mother has decided our song is that Bobby Darrin song that plays every day. The one about the man who’s away from his woman and wishes he could grow wings and fly to her side? Beyond the Sea, she says it’s called.

Your father always changes the station when he thinks we’re all asleep. He listens to the Colombian news, and I think he prays. You said he doesn’t miss you, but he does. He absolutely does.

In other news, your sister is about ready to pop. She’s always complaining about how much her back hurts, and she’s adamant that the baby is staying in all nine months only to make her suffer. I’ve enclosed pictures, because we all painted her stomach and it was hilarious.

I hope to hear from you again before Christmas. The holidays haven’t been the same without you.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

———

Mi Amor,

And I thought my family decorated for Christmas. Columbia has some of the nicest holiday decorations I’ve ever seen. I tried to get Murphy to photograph them, but they didn’t turn out quite right. I’ve sent them anyway.

Tell my sister I cannot wait to meet my niece or nephew. I’m sure that tiny bundle of joy will be just what you need over the holidays.

The Embassy is allowing me to call on Christmas, and I’m allowed to stay on the line for as long as it’s safe. With the precautions they’ve taken, I might even be able to talk with you for hours, my love. I cannot wait. It will be the best Christmas present, being able to hear your voice.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

Mi Corazón,

I don’t know when this letter will reach you, but the baby came today! Only a day before Christmas. Your sister is pissed that she’ll be spending Christmas in the hospital, but the baby, a beautiful little girl, is so cute. She’s lifted everyone’s spirits, and the promise of your call tomorrow is only making them happier.

I know this will be our reality for as long as it just be, but I want you home Javier. It sounds selfish, I know, but I want you beside me, no matter the price. Please come home soon, my love, or I fear I may forget you.

I’m eagerly awaiting your call. I’ll talk to you soon.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

———

Mi Amor,

Hearing your voice was just what I needed today. I assume I’ll be receiving a letter soon that tells me my sister had her baby, but I couldn’t wait to write.

My love, I have a surprise for you. Before you get excited, I’m not coming home soon. The fight only grows harder, and I don’t know if I’ll be home for years. But I found you a gift, one I know you’ll adore. I must be there to give it to you, in person. I know, how cruel of me to deny you your gift for what may be years. Just know, I will never forget it. It sits on my desk and Murphy teases me about it relentlessly. One day, I’ll give it to you. One day.

I’ll see you again, my love. I swear it.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

Mi Corazón,

Your last letter stunned me Javi! You must’ve written that as soon as we hung up. As for the gift, it will be aging waiting for it. Am I allowed to guess? Will you tell me when I get it right?

Your mother was a bit disappointed you couldn’t be with us for Christmas. She made an absolutely heavenly apple pie that she said is your favorite.

The baby grows stronger with every passing day. Maybe one day, she and the Murphy’s little girl can be friends. I think they’d like that.

I’ll see you soon Javier.

Yours truly, (F/N).

———

Mi Amor,

This will be hard to hear. I’ve had trouble simply writing it, and I know it will be hell to read. I have to stop sending letters. One of the DEA’s men wrote a letter to his wife, and two days later he was found dead in a river. It won’t be forever, and I will still receive every letter you send me as long as you keep mailing them they way you are, but we cannot risk anyone finding me right now.

To answer your previous question, yes. Please guess what the gift is. I bet you’ll never be able to guess.

I’ll write as soon as I can.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

Mi Corazón,

Not knowing whether you’ve received my letters will be torture Javi. But, as you’ve told me many times, I must remain strong. I will admit I cried when your last letter arrived, but then I imagined you sitting next to a radio, listening to our song at the same time I did, and it was like you were beside me. I miss you dearly Javier, but I will remain brave until your next letter arrives.

Until then, I will simply have to keep you updated. The baby is almost three months now and starting to be a troublemaker, just like her uncle. Your sister jokes her first word will be ‘Javi’ with how much we speak of you around the house.

I also heard, via phone, that Connie is back in the states with Olivia. She says Columbia was just too much, but promised to come and visit me. Give Steve my condolences, I know it must be hard.

Until my next letter, I love you dear.

Yours truly, (F/N).

P.S. Is the gift that book I spoke of over Christmas?

———

Mi Corazón,

Another month, another letter. Now, I make no effort to conceal myself when I listen to the Columbian news with your father and mother. Your mother cries, and your father prays. Sometimes I cry with her, and sometimes I pray with him. It’s hard, not knowing who’s reading this letter first.

Connie came to visit, and she brought Olivia. She’s such a sweet thing, and she adores your cousins. She told me about what she’s seen, what’s happened to her, and I wish for you home more than ever. It sounds horrible, her retellings coupled with the news I barely understand, it sounds awful. The price on your head, and yet you walk around anyway. Please, my heart, be careful. I cannot lose you.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

P.S. This guessing game is such fun. Your sister gave me an idea. Is your gift a camera? I doubt it is, but she wanted me to ask.

———

Mi Corazón,

I apologize for not writing for months. I was traveling to visit my father. He had a health scare and wanted me by his side.

The baby is almost eight months now! Her first word was ‘Javi,’ and we all had a big laugh about it. It’s painful not having you here, or at least having letters.

I listen to our song every night, whenever it’s on the radio. Your sister teases me for it, but I don’t care. It connects me to you. To makes me wonder if some day, we could have a future where there’s no threat, where we could be together.

Please promise me Javier, you won’t get involved with any of this dangerous shit happening in Columbia if you can help it.

Yours truly, (Y/N).

P.S. is the gift jewelry? Your mother thinks it’s a ring.

———

Mi Amor,

I have another torturous request. Please stop writing. Your last letter was intercepted by his men and it was almost very bad. Before I go, please know I listen to our song every night. Tell my sister I love her and her tiny troublemaker, my mother I wish I were home, and my father I’m grateful for the prayers. As for you, I miss you so much my love. I tried to delay the inevitable, but we must stop communicating. I love you, no matter how far apart we are. I’ll write as soon as it’s safe.

Yours forever, Javier.

P.S. No it isn’t the book, no it isn’t a camera, and yes it is jewelry.

———

Mi Amor,

Are you still the same person I wrote to years ago? How’s my sister and my niece, and my parents? How are you? And your father? Murphy and I are good, if a little stressed, because I know you’ll ask.

Things have gone maddeningly quiet. He’s gone, it seems. Disappeared, but I’m sure the radio told you. I know you asked me not to get involved, but I did, and I think I’m in trouble for it. Big trouble.

Anyway, I may be home soon, depending on how it all goes. I cannot wait to kiss you again.

Apologies for such a short message after years of nothing. I missed so much, you’ll have to tell me all about it.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

Mi Amor,

Please tell me these letters are reaching you. Are you still with my parents? Should I call? I think I will, at the end of the week. It’s Monday now. I guess I should tell you, right?

I received good news for you today. They’re sending me home. I know, he isn’t dead yet. But every action has a consequence and unfortunately mine are sending me home before my job is done. Murphy is understandably upset. Yelled for almost twenty minutes about how it wasn’t fair. I’d put my life on hold for almost a decade to catch Escobar, it was only right I was there when he was brought down.

But life isn’t like that, and I’ll be on a plane home in a week or two. I can’t wait to see you. I hope you’re still waiting for me.

Yours forever, Javier.

———

“Mi hija?”

You looked around, seeing Javier’s mother come out for you. The tinny radio playing your song flickered next to your leg. It was on repeat, on a CD Javier’s cousin had burned for you. You’d taken to sitting on the porch swing after dinner was over, simply to take your mind off things. The letters were stacked beside you, the newest one on top. You hadn’t had the energy to even open the new ones. What could you possibly say after years apart? Who would he be? Was he still your Javier?

“Mi hija?”

“Yes mamá?”

Javier’s mother sat beside you. “There’s a new letter in the kitchen for you.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

Standing and gathering your letters and the radio, you followed Javier’s mother into the kitchen. It was warm, and there was an envelope with your name on it resting on the counter.

Picking it up, you turned it over to see two tiny words scrawled across the back.

Open me

You popped the letter open, seeing a small card inside.

The porch. Hurry, before the sun goes down.

Confused, you headed back outside, where the sun had just begun to paint the sky. There was someone on the porch swing, rocking back and forth and humming your song, the same song that was playing from the radio by his side.

The creak of the porch door brought his attention to you, and you immediately put your hands over your mouth and sobbed. “Javi.”

“Mi amor,” he said, standing and wrapping you in a hug. “Oh how I’ve missed you. I promised I’d come home.”

“You did,” you said weakly, collapsing into the hug. “Oh Javier, my heart I’ve missed you.”

Javier kissed the top of your head, smiling as you pulled away a bit. “May I have this dance?”

You laughed, beginning to sway as Javier swayed, both humming your song.

Eventually, once the sun had set completely and the Texas stars were out, you and Javier separated, sitting together on the porch swing.

“Oh,” Javier said, standing suddenly. “Your gift!”

You smiled. “You forgot?”

“I was too busy with something else,” Javier said. “But I think I’ve made you wait long enough, mi amor. Close your eyes.”

You did, closing your eyes and hearing him shuffle in front of you. After a minute of silence, Javier spoke. “Open your eyes.”

Opening your eyes, you gasped. Javier was on one knee before you, holding out a gorgeous ring. “I knew,” he whispered softly. “I knew the minute I received your first letter that I wanted to marry you. If we had been married all those years ago, you would’ve been able to come with me, to have me by your side. And now, if you’ll have me, I want to remain here, with you at my side and with me at yours, for the rest of my life. No more letters, my love.”

You nodded, crying as you practically threw yourself into Javier’s arms. “Yes!” You said happily. “Yes!”

Javier smiled, sliding the ring onto your finger. A perfect fit. “Now we’ll always be together,” he said, kissing your knuckles. “Always.”

Kissing Javier firmly, you nodded. “Always. No matter what.”

And you did stick together. The day he got sent back, you packed a bag and boarded the plane right beside him, ready for whatever horrors would await you. He didn’t want you going, but you insisted. Together always, no matter what.

[roll-da-credits]

Lycoris Radiata Pt. 2 -Deku x Reader-

Inspired by the piano piece, "Lycoris Radiata," Written by Spikes, played by MusicalBasics.

Highly recommend listening to it whilst reading.

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Word Count: 1.7k

When a childhood love shows up after being lost to time, it's unnerving to be presented by something so familiar yet different. Deku lost to his own love and presented with the stresses of life and unrequited love, it isn't easy to see the world with an unbiased gaze.

!WARNING!

(This is for the entire series and not just this part)

BIG TW for death, suicide, abuse,

Minor TW for death imagery, toxic relationship, toxic friendship, toxic shit all around

A/n: I hope all of my little details are noticed by you guys because it did take a long time to take into consideration all of the details, I hope you enjoy this.

After reuniting with you in that park, Deku found himself longing to hang out with you even more. Longing to hear your stories and longing to tell you his adventure as a pro. So, that’s exactly what he did.

Every time he had an off-day or a patrol near where you worked or resided. He would always stop by, say hello, catch up, talk about your day.

On not so rare occasions he’d also meet your boyfriend at the same place. When questioned about it he realized your boyfriend worked at the same place you did. It wasn’t very odd to him so he simply laughed it off and considered how lucky you were to be in the same place as your loved one very often.

“There was also this one time where they tripped and spilled the coffee on another barista! It was hilarious!!!” Your boyfriend laughed out loud behind the display of pastries, chatting with Deku.

You looked away rather quickly after he talked about that moment, “Are you ok Y/n?” Deku queried. “Ah they’re fine, they’re just embarrassed. I mean who wouldn’t be, it was their first day.”

Deku grinned and shook his head slightly, reminiscing about all the times he’s embarrassed himself with you in front of people or embarrassed himself in front of you. He smiled at it, without realizing his gaze slowly becoming pinker. Pinker with adoration and love for you.

After all these years, you still held the same grace in his eyes. Of course, you changed a little bit, people change over time. But to him, the best parts of you still remained. You were still the perfect person he would’ve loved to spend his entire life with.

He quickly darted his eyes away from your form making another cup of coffee for a customer, realizing the fact that your boyfriend had gone quiet. Most likely because of the fact Deku was staring at his lover.

“I’m sorry I blanked out,” Deku tried his best to apologize, “What were you saying again?”

For a split second Deku could feel rage beneath your boyfriend’s eyes, it was expected of course. No one would want their significant other to be stared at.

But just as quickly as that rage rose, your boyfriend switched the topics and went back to his chipper move. Though from his already pink-tinted eyes, Deku missed the way his hand gripped the metal prongs used to get the pastries, a little bit tighter.

The next day he came over to the café you worked at, and unlike usual you didn’t greet him from behind the counter. You stayed focus on your work.

Deku couldn’t help but stare once again at your adorable focusing form. Every time he looked at you, though he has yet to come to terms with it, everything else in the room disappears. His eyes, mind, soul, body, and heart all focus on you.

“You must really like our stuff huh?” Your boyfriend interrupted his train of thought and Deku had to mentally scold himself for staring once again.

You also seemed to snap out of your trance and locked eyes with him, you offered him a small smile before rushing back to take the orders of other customers.

Deku, like he would always every other day, ordered his usual. Talked a little bit with your boyfriend, liking him more and more by the day. Then leaving after he had finished his favorite red velvet cupcake you made and morning coffee, oddly enough without talking to you the entire day.

It wasn’t until the next week would he be able to come to your café again, exhausted, tired, and drained.

The week on his last trip to your café swamped him with terribly mentally draining missions and failures. He had failed to rescue the final person from being trapped underneath rubble, after saving her entire family, before he could run in the rubble fell. Instantly killing the person.

A sprout of red blood spilled from her body as her family surrounded it and cried. Deku knelt down and faced the family, his hands stained red from the blood on the floor. He cried and apologized over and over again.

The family stopped his apologies and reassured him it was not his fault.

After clearing out the rubble, the family went over to Deku and invited him to a burial ceremony that exact night. Since their Islamic tradition pushed them to bury the body as soon as possible.

Deku obviously accepted, realizing this could be a way to get through with his own feelings. As if reminding him that people die and that he couldn’t save everyone.

The ceremony was held in a gravesite extremely close to your café, a graveyard he didn’t even notice when visiting your café. To him, the entire thing ended in a flash and after once again apologizing to the entire large family gathered there. He decided to stay and apologize to the girl he couldn’t save.

He felt a foreboding sense of fear of this ever happening again. She was in the wrong situation and no one could’ve saved her if they wanted to save the entire family as well. From the corner of his eye, he saw a beautiful red flower blooming and immediately thought of you.

To him, it was extremely odd to find a flower blooming in a graveyard but he thought it was fitting. The flower had long red petals that curved downwards, red strings of stigma protruding out holding pollen on its tips. He didn’t know what the plant was, nor did he care honestly, he thought it was an incredibly beautiful gem to grow wildly in a graveyard.

Deku stood and plucked a few of them, putting some on the girl’s grave and leaving with a few to bring to you.

Though he found himself unable to go to your café since once more he was swamped with work. He placed the flowers in water, but they seemed to die rather quickly. So, he threw it out before he got the chance to give it to you.

At long last, he was able to visit you. He was rather ecstatic when he saw that your boyfriend was absent from his work. Meaning during your break, he got to have you for himself.

Obviously, he was exhausted and drained, though that would never stop him from babbling nonsense to you. Which he noticed you were enjoying yourself, but you seemed a bit more fidgety than usual. He asked you what was wrong, only to have you brush it off.

He found it slightly frustrating that despite how close you were together, you didn’t trust him enough yet to tell him how you felt. Then the topic of what he did the last week came up.

Deku told you all about the girl he couldn’t save and the flower he found. He asked if you knew the flower and if you could make it bloom right in front of both of you with your quirk. You laughed at his rather childish request but obliged.

“Of course I can silly.” You concentrated your mind to the middle of the table and slowly the same red flower erupted from the middle of the table.

Deku grinned ear to ear and complimented you on your quirk. “You’re incredible as always. I’ve always wanted to ask you so many questions about your quirk but I don’t really think I have the time right now since I have to patrol very soon. But OH do you know what flower this is by the way? I know you love red flowers and I just like the way it looks and how it’s so pretty growing in a place where dead things are you know like in a gra-”

Your sweet laughed cut his rambling short. “Izuku, breathe, I see you still ramble a lot. No, I don’t really know what flower it is, I've just seen it from animes.”

Before Deku could prod you further about the anatomy of the plant or if you could find the flower’s name for him. You quickly turned the subject to a different thing. Letting the spider-like flower in the middle of the table die out rather slowly.

“Hey Izuku, I’ve been wanting to ask.” Deku hummed in reply, “What do you think of my boy-”

But a shriek of pain suddenly filled the café. Deku’s hero instincts caused him to stand up and run immediately to the source. Everything in his eyes went in slow motion.

A woman froze in her spot as a truck rammed against her, just mere inches from Deku’s grasps. The woman immediately got run over just as the driver pressed the breaks.

Deku knelt down on her bleeding body, warm pools of red staining his clothes. Yet another life he couldn’t save. He looked around half expecting to see the looks of disappointment in people’s eyes, and yet all he saw was a pity.

After all, he was a hero, he had to be ready to be able to deal with these situations. Even if it meant forcing himself to get used to the red tint on him from all the blood.

~

“Y/n look!” A middle-school Deku urged you to look at his hand, a tiny little spider crawled on it. He found the little critter rather adorable.

Yet you found it a little bit more terrifying than him. “How could you hold it so calmly Izuku!!!” You almost shrieked in horror as he tried to pass the spider over to you.

He laughed and continued observing the spider. “Where did you find it anyways??? There are barely any spiders here.” You questioned him further.

Deku merely shrugged, “I found it on that tree, it had pretty red flowers I want to give you…” Realizing what he just said his face turned red and quickly backtracked, “Because you got that perfect score in that final test!!! I just wanted to give you a gift and I know how much you liked red flowers and I’m going to go to a separate school very soon. I don’t know where you’re going, but you know I’m going to UA and going to be the number one hero after I graduate. But I wanted to give you a gift and red flowers seem really cute and if I picked them myself it would be even cuter and I know it's weird and I hope you don’t think I’m we-”

His rambling stopped when he felt something warm on his cheek. “It isn’t weird at all Izuku. I think it’s really cute. Also don’t think so much about that kiss. You seemed too lost in thought so I wanted to snap you back to reality.”

Your funny and mischievous ways of toying with him made his heart ache a tiny bit more. He knew you didn’t realize what you were doing to him was making him fall deeper and deeper to the depths of love.

“Anyways put that spider back on the tree, I want to tell you about this guy that I met the other day.”

He closely listened to your rambles about a boy you seemed head over heels for. He just smiled and agreed to everything. He tuned out every time you gushed about him, the ache in his chest growing heavier and heavier.

He had to be selfless.

After all, if he was going to be a hero, he had to be able to control his emotions. Even if that meant pushing down the urge to tell you to be with him instead, deep inside.

[prrplwtch]

For the ball at Diavolo's Palace, what if the brothers/Dia try to put the moves on MC with the old "wear this dress delivered to your room before the event"? Now I think about it would be absolutely hilarious if they all had the same idea and MC received a whole bunch of dresses and had to figure out which one to wear, or just pick their own and then deal with the boys' reactions. Woops haha

Ok nonnie 💜 Sorry this took a while, I was trying to figure out what format to do this in. 

MC walked back into her room and yawned, trying her hardest not to rub her face. She had to wake up at an ungodly early hour to make it to her appointment at the Devildom’s finest beauty salon. Still, she was quite happy with how her hair and make-up turned out. Now I just need to not mess it all up before tonight. 

Diavolo was throwing a ball at his castle that evening, and MC really wanted to look her best. It took her a while to find the perfect dress, and she could not wait to wear it in just few hours. 

Suddenly, she noticed a large box sitting on her desk. That was not there when I left… As MC approached it, she noticed another one on her chair, two more on the couch, and three on her bed. 

What is all that? 

MC slowly approached her desk, then carefully lifted the top of the box. It’s a…dress?

Why would someone send me a dress? MC wondered, then looked around, Are there dresses in the other boxes too?

Her guess turned out to be correct – as she walked around the room looking into the boxes, she discovered that she was now in possession of seven new dresses. Each dress was accompanied by a note, signed by one of the seven demon brothers, and, slowly, MC began to understand what was happening. 

They can’t be serious. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. As MC walked over and opened it, she saw Barbatos in the corridor, holding a large box in his hands. 

“Hello,” MC said, surprised, “What are you doing here?”

“Lord Diavolo had tasked me with delivering this to you,” Barbatos explained calmly, as he handed her the box, “And to let you know that he’s looking forward to seeing you at the ball tonight.”

Before MC could say anything, Barbatos bid farewell to her and walked off. 

Don’t tell me this is another dress!

To MC’s chagrin, it was. Standing in the middle of the room with nine dresses to choose from, MC felt panic rise in her chest. 

What am I going to do? 

Lucifer:

What kind of dress he picks: The dress Lucifer picks is a deep red gown with a plunging neckline. The dress has a fitted bodice through the waist and then cascades out towards the ground. The skirt of the dress has a thigh-high slit. 

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

When Lucifer sees MC walk down the staircase of the ballroom dressed in the gown he got for her, he is not even trying to hide his smile, as he swells with pride. It’s not like he doubted that she’d choose his dress, of course, but it’s still pleasant to see the confirmation that he, in fact, is special to MC. Especially when she can be so stubborn on occasion.

 He makes his way to her immediately – it’s only fitting that she’d spend the evening by his side, of course. And who knows where the night can lead… Still, Lucifer takes a moment to glance around the room and savor the looks on everyone’s faces. He wants everyone to know that it was him who gave MC this dress, but that can be done later. For now, there are more important things – such as this first dance he is going to share with her.

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: Lucifer scoffs as he sees MC dressed in the gown that isn’t the one he’d sent her. He should have expected that much – this human is so stubborn and foolish at times. Though it stings a little that she chose some other dress, Lucifer is not deterred – he is not the one to back down from the challenge. She will be mine in the end

Mammon:

What kind of dress he picks: The dress Mammon picks is a low cut, backless sparkling golden gown. The dress is fitted through the body and flares out mid-thigh. 

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

As Mammon watches MC walk into the ballroom, his jaw drops. He did spend quite some time imagining what the dress would look on her when he bought it – and yet he still could not anticipate just how sunning MC would look. As he savors the sight in front of him, he feels a slight pang of jealousy – after all, he is certain that everyone else is looking at her too. How could they not? Luckily, he is here to spend the whole evening by her side to make sure no one gets any ideas.

Mammon can hardly stop himself from smiling when he approaches her. He wants everyone to know that it was his dress that MC chose to wear. He’d never openly admit to it of course, but still, he’ll do what he can to make sure everyone knows. But that would be later – all that matters now is that they had an amazing evening ahead of them.

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: Once Mammon sees that MC did not wear the gown that he chose for her, he feels a pang of disappointment in his chest – after all he spent quite a bit of time and effort and money choosing just the right dress. Did she not like it? Still, he cannot bring himself to be upset at her for too long – after all, regardless of what she’s wearing to the ball, MC looks absolutely stunning to him. 

Leviathan:

What kind of dress he picks: Levi picks a straight up princess dress for MC. It’s a light blue, off-shoulder gown with a fitted bodice and a full skirt. The dress’s sleeves are flowy and see-through.

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

Levi can hardly believe his eyes when he sees MC walking down the staircase of the ballroom dressed in the gown that he’d picked for her. He’d spent a very long while choosing just the perfect dress, but he’d never actually expected that she’d wear it. After all, who would like something that an otaku like me picked? And yet, he cannot take his eyes off of her because she is absolutely gorgeous. 

MC smiles at him as she makes her way to him, and Levi feels his heart flutter in his chest. In his dreams he’d imagined what this moment could be like – but, somehow, for once, the reality turned out to be better than the dream. When she takes his hand and asks him to dance with her, he can hardly remember the time when he felt as happy as he does in that moment. 

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: When MC shows up to the ball wearing the dress that Levi did not send her, he cannot help but feel disappointed. Immediately, he’s annoyed at himself – what right do I have to be disappointed? Why did I even get my hopes up in the first place? A normie like her will never like someone like me.

Satan:

What kind of dress he picks: The dress that Satan picks is a one shoulder deep emerald green gown. The dress is  floor-length, fitted on the body from the chest to the knee, then flares out at the knee. The dress also has a cape reaching to the floor. 

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

As Satan watches MC walk into the ballroom wearing the dress that he’d picked out for her, his breath catches in his throat – she looks absolutely ravishing. In fact, he is not sure he’d ever seen anything so beautiful. But when she smiles at him, Satan shakes his head, realizing how foolish he’s being – it’s MC, after all, the woman he loves, and to him she would look lovely no matter what. 

He does not hesitate to make his way to her. The night is young and he’s so thrilled about spending time with her. Normally, these kinds of events would bore Satan, but with her at his side, it almost feels exciting. As she takes his hand and smiles, he can feel warmth spread through his body. This ball is certainly going to be more delightful than all others.   

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: When he notices MC arrive at the ball, wearing a dress he did not send her, Satan feels slightly sad. He tries to rationalize her decision, of course. What if he picked the color she was not quite fond of? What if the dress did not look good with her hairdo? Or, maybe, she simply liked the dress she got for the ball better… Still, despite all these attempts rationalize her behavior, he cannot help but feel slightly disappointed. 

Asmodeus

What kind of dress he picks: While Asmo was tempted to get a more revealing gown at first, in the end he opted out for the dress that shows his fashion sense (and MC’s beauty of course). It’s a floor length off shoulder pale pink gown, with fitted bodice and an enormous skirt. 

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

When Asmo sees MC walk into the ballroom wearing the gown that he got for her, he all but squeals in delight. His sense was right – she looks absolutely gorgeous. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of her – this certainly was going to become one of his most favorite memories. Everything is just as he envisioned…now if only she’d wear her hair down. Ah, that doesn’t matter, she looks perfect either way. 

Asmo eagerly approaches MC – she looks stunning by herself yes, but the two of them together, standing next to each other? Absolute perfection. Asmo savors the half-jealous half-awed glances of other guests, thinking that the night just could not get better. Or, perhaps it could – if he were to get the chance to help MC out of the dress at the end of the night. 

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: As Asmo watched MC walk into the ballroom dressed into a gown he did not pick, he could not help but sigh. She’s such a beautiful woman, why must she have such a plain taste? She’d look so much better if she wore the dress I got her. He feels frustrated by her decision, but, at the same time resolved – now he knows he absolutely must give MC a make over. It’s time someone taught her about fashion. 

Beelzebub:

What kind of dress he picks: Beel doesn’t really trust himself when it comes to fashion, so he picks a rather simple dress. It’s a “Greek style” floor length gown, the color of burnt orange. 

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

When Beel sees MC walk down the staircase of the ballroom wearing the dress he got for her, he is stunned – though he tried his best to surprise her with something nice, he did not actually think he’d succeed. After all, what do I understand when it comes to pretty dresses? Besides, she’d be lovely in anything she’d wear. Still, his heart beats faster in his chest, as he stares at her – she looks absolutely gorgeous in his dress.

 It is as though everyone else in the room ceased to exist – the only thing that matters to him in that moment is her. When he approaches her and she smiles at him, warmth spreads through his body, and he knows that he could not possibly feel any happier than he did in that moment. “Thank you,” he whispers to her, and even he’s not sure what he’s thanking her for – whether it is for choosing his dress, for being so beautiful or for simply being. 

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: As he sees MC walk in wearing a dress that is not the one he gifted her, Beel feels slightly sad, but only for a moment. After all, I truly understand nothing when it comes to pretty dresses, he thinks. At the same time, he cannot stay upset for long – whatever MC is wearing, she looks absolutely lovely to him and the mere sight of her brings a smile to his face. 

Belphegor:

What kind of dress he picks: The dress Belphie picks is a dark purple gown. It’s a narrow shape, floor length dress that flows straight from the neckline to the hem.  

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

When Belphie sees MC walk through the doors of the ballroom, he cannot help but smile. She looks beautiful – very beautiful, in fact, even more so than he’d imagined when he picked out the dress for her. His heart swells from the thought that she chose to wear the dress he gifted her – that she chose him – but, of course, he’d never openly admit to that. 

If he is entirely honest with himself, a part of him does want everyone else in the room to know that it is his dress she’s wearing. But, at the same time, another part of him insists that it should not matter. After all, he and MC both know – and that’s the only thing that’s important. Besides, once she comes up to him, looks at him with a smile and puts her hand into his, it feels as though the rest of the people in the room have disappeared anyways. 

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: When MC shows up to the ball in a dress that Belphie did not gift her, he does his best to ensure his face does not betray his true feelings. He’s hurt on the inside, of course – after all, it’s unpleasant when someone doesn’t appreciate your gift. But at the same time, it should be no surprise that this human has no sense – or no taste. 

Diavolo:

What kind of dress he picks: The dress Diavolo picks for MC is a halter top plunging neckline black and gold gown. The gown is fitted through the bodice and the skirt flares out, cascading to the ground.

How he reacts to MC wearing dress he gifted:

When Diavolo lays his eyes upon her he cannot help but smile. He’d made the right choice when he hired the best seamstress in the Devildom to make the dress for MC – she looks absolutely stunning. Though he did not doubt that she will choose to wear the dress he gifted her, seeing such a stunning woman in such an exquisite gown sends his heart racing. He is really looking forward to having her by his side the entire evening. 

Diavolo finds himself wanting everyone to know that it was him who gifted her the dress, despite being well aware that some courtiers firmly believe such affections are beneath the future ruler of the Devildom. She will be mine one day, so they better get used to it. As she stands in front of him, radiant and smiling, he can hardly wait to share the first dance with her. 

How he reacts to MC not wearing the dress he gifted: As he sees MC walk in wearing a dress that’s different from the one he’s sent her, Diavolo feels disappointed. He really wanted to see her in the gorgeous gown he’d commissioned specifically for her. Perhaps, she felt shy about it, he thinks. Well, she’ll better get used to it – thou. h she does not know it, one day she’ll be a consort to the King of the Devildom and her life will be full of all kinds of finery.

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Prompt: 10. Slippery slope

A/N: So, this became something completely different from what I had in mind O.O I had in mind a cute fluffy thing about 600 words long. Well, that didn't happen... xD

Setting: Hogsmeade

Pairing: Snape x Reader

ABBR.: │(y/l/n) - Your Last Name │(y/n) - Your Name │

Word count: 3982

Warnings: Light fluff, Little angst, Some harsh words & teasing

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You had just stepped out of the little tea shop, a little pink bag dangled in your hand, as you grasped your coat so as to tighten it around your exposed neck. Sure is windy, you thought as you shivered and hurried along the little road that wined and twisted through the small town. You stepped carefully, avoided as much ice as possible as you strutted along - eager to get home and out of the cold. Your house laid just across the little stone bridge and over the tiny hill.

The wind made your hair whip around your face as you crossed the little bridge with your face a bit tilted down so as not to get too cold from the wind that really was starting to bite. You shivered yet again and your legs wobbled a bit when your feet landed on a shiny fleck of ice. "Whow!" You exhaled as you managed to stay on your feet, "that's was close."

You managed to get at the top of the hill despite the ice and a few near falls. "Well, that went well," you said with a slight smile and boy, oh boy were you wrong. You took another step and you lost your footing, "no, no, no, no, no, NO!" You started sliding backwards. Your arms were stretched out wide and your legs wobbled as you tried to stay upright with all your might.

You slid backwards and down the little hill. The ice was as slippery as it could possibly be. "Oh- no, no, no-!" You accidentally leaned too far back and just as you were about to fall; two strong hands grabbed each one of your upper arms in a sturdy grip and you halted completely. "Thank you, thank-" you gushed until you saw who had caught you. Your previous professor. The Potions Master at Hogwarts. The dungeon bat as many called him.

You stiffened instantly, this can't be true! He arched a brow at you, a hint of a sneer on his face. "One usually walks up the hill," he stated with that growling voice, "not going backwards down it, Ms/Mr (y/l/n)." Your cheeks blushed and you thanked the heavens for the cold that had already made them quite red. The fact he still remembered your name was too much of joy even for yourself to admit. "I, it's slippery," you stuttered out as he raised you up and planted you firmly back on your feet. You wobbled for a moment and then found your balance.

As you straightened his onyx eyes pierced yours. They were harsh and cold, yet a warmth laid there. Somewhere beneath it all. "Thank you, professor," you said with a try at a smile. "Try not to slip, I'll take my leave then, Ms/Mr (y/l/n)," he simply stated with a curt nod and you found yourself not actually wanting him to go. The fact that you had had a crush on the older man your last two years of Hogwarts seemed to rally some sort of emotion in you. The crush was very much still alive it appeared. You thought you had gotten over it, but perhaps merely not seeing him every day for the last one and a half years simply muted the emotions that now blossomed yet again.

You had no time to utter any words before the man clad in the darkest of black stomped off with long strides. Up the very hill you had just slid down, I must have looked so clumsy... The thought made you sigh as you watched the cloud of black fabric climb the hill with easy strides. Maybe I should warn him about the top? "Prof-" But you had no time to say anything else. He slipped, his arms flailed out as if he were indeed a bat and in the next instant he was laying on his back at the top of the hill.

The sheer force it took not to burst out laughing was extreme and you had to cover your mouth with your hand. In your defence, it had looked hilarious. "Are you alright?" you called up towards the man who apparently was trying to get up. You heard mutterings of swear words as you looked on with an amused smile as professor Snape tried to get up yet kept landing firmly back on the ice every time.

"Would you like me to-" "By Merlin!" Snape roared out as he started to slide backwards. You gawked and stared as he slid down, down down - he picked up speed as he went and noise of some strange sort erupted from him as he flailed around with his arms and legs. It was a sight, a hilarious sight. So you laughed until he ended up with his head right at your feet.

You peered down at him as you tried to contain your laughter. "I thought one should walk up the hill, professor? Not slide backwards down it, silly." He sneered and glared at you. His hair dusted with snow and he seemed quite unamused by the whole thing but you simply could not help the laughter that bubbled through you. "At least I was standing, Mr Back-Sledge," You laughed at your own joke as Snape seemed to turn red - from embarrassment or anger you didn't know. But he was no longer your professor and could no nothing about your behaviour. No detentions or deductions of points. He was just a man on the street now.

"Will you help me up or shall I simply lay here until you have quit your laughing?" he growled at you and you tried to stifle the laughter to a chuckle. "Sorry, here," you held out your hand and he grabbed it. A bolt of energy surged through you as his cold skin made contact with your slightly warmer. You helped him up and straightened out his cloak. You peered up at him as you bit your lip to not burst out laughing again as his hair was a complete mess.

"Umh, here, I'll just..." You reached up and dusted off the snow before you allowed your fingers to drag through the inky black strands so as to lay it a bit more flatly. Once you were done you looked at him rather than his hair and he looked dumbfounded. Shocked even. Perhaps, that was stupid... You scolded yourself as you knew just how private Snape was and how he appeared to loath anyone touching him in any way.

But, had he not just asked you for help? He had. Had he not reached his hand for yours? He had. So why was he starring at you as if you had three heads like Fluffy? Why isn't he saying anything? You stared at him and tried to smile. IT turned out a little tight but at least it was a smile. "Maybe you should try not to slip," you said as an attempt at getting away from the awkward silence.

Snape chuckled and you felt like the world tipped. The man never smiled or chuckled or laughed - not for as long as you had known him. He sneered, he smirked, he growled and huffed. Yes, but never did he show emotions of happiness. At least you had never seen or heard it. "I shall do my utmost not to," he said and his voice was softer than you had ever heard it. There seems to be plenty of things I'm unaware of... You thought as you looked at Snape. His eyes warmer, his posture not as ramrod straight and there was a different vibe to him. Something was softer.

"Well, I best be on my way," you said as the wind yet again made your hair whip around and it easily clawed its way through your clothes. "Where to?" he asked and you tilted your head, perplexed at the question. "Home," you pointed up towards the hill, "I live just at the other side," you told him with a smile. He nodded.   "Perhaps, we should assist one another over that treacherous hill?" Heat filled your stomach has he offered his aid, and for you to assist him.   "That, that might be a good idea," you agreed. He held out his arm and you slipped yours around it. It felt sturdy, strong.

"Ready?" you asked and he nodded. You began the slippery climb, holding on to each other. IT went better, you wobbled a few times, a slipped once yet you both managed to get up and past that spot of ice that had had you both slipping backwards down the hill. At least I was on my feet, oh I'll never get that image out of my head! You chuckled and you felt him tense ever so slightly.

"Well, that went rather well," you stated as he released your arm. You felt instantly colder and less sturdy without the stability and closeness he offered. "I guess this is where we part?" you said, a tad disappointed as yous tod at the crossing. To the right was the path back to Hogwarts and to the left was the little road leading to the few houses that laid alongside it as it slithered through the forest and fields.

"What do you have there?" he asked, apparently avoiding what you had said. You lifted the little pin bag. "Oh, tea, from Kettle & Cup," you answered, "I ran out this morning and can't have a proper reading time without a cup of tea." "You only have one type of tea at home?" He seemed rather confused at that, you laughed. "Goodness no, but this particular tea is for cold winter days." You opened the bag to show him the little box labelled with 'Kettle & Cup - Peppermint Honey, Red Tea'.

He smiled, ever so slightly. He fumbled around in his robes for a moment and then held out an identical box. You laughed yet again. "Seems we have good taste," you said with that wide smile of yours and he nodded. "Appears so, care to share a kettle?" he asked and you instantly stopped smiling. "With you?" He seemed to readjust for a moment, he straightened and stiffened. "I understand you do not wish-" You placed a hand on his arm to silence him. "I would love to," you said and the smile was back as your heart pounded in your chest.

His brows rose as he seemed shocked yet again. "Really?" "Absolutely!" You grabbed his arm and started to haul him towards your house. "Why?" he asked as if he could not for the life of him understand why you would share a pot of tea with the man. The man you found intriguing, stunning and lovely despite his stiffness and the usual sneer. "Oh, why not? Tea is best when it's shared." You just gave him a smile, but your heart thundered and you cursed yourself for not having cleaned the house in over a week. Christmas cleaning was supposed to get done the upcoming weekend but now, well now you wished you had done it last weekend.

Snape followed you, you both walked in silence. Only the distinct noise of snow under your boots and the howling of the wind was heard. It was oddly comfortable; the silence between you both.  You didn't know what to say en your old professor seemed just as lost in thought as you were of words. No matter, some tea and cookies will sort that out.

"Well, here we are," you said with a small smile as you stood before the gate to the little cottage you called home. It wasn't big or grand, wasn't well kept or completely whole. But it was yours. You had moved in a mere month earlier as you found a job at a little apothecary in Hogsmeade. "It, suits you," Snape said and you couldn't quite tell if that was a compliment or not. "I moved in last month, haven't had time to do much but I hope you'll find it comfortable enough for a cup of tea."

Your cheeks heated as you showed him in. You had at least unpacked everything and had gotten somewhat sorted just a few days earlier. "Can I take your cloak?" you offered but Snape merely arched a brow before he hung it himself and with a wave of his wand all snow and moisture vanish from his shoes. You switched your boots to indoor slippers as the floorboards were old and rather drafty.

"Come in, make yourself at home." You headed off toward the kitchen, your heart hammered in your chest as your mind raced. Snape, your crush, was in your home and it made you more than nervous. But you weren't the kind of person to let that show. Or make you a bad host. So you set about with the kettle to make the tea as promised.

"It's lovely." You jumped at his words as his voice was so close. "You scared me," you giggled on a sigh, "thank you. It's not done but it'll get there eventually." Snape nodded as you smiled at him before his gaze swept over the kitchen and little dining area. "How do you take your tea? Lemon? Sugar? Milk?" Snape turned towards you, "That would depend on the tea, Ms/Mr (y/l/n). This tea, plain." You nodded at his words. "You can call me (y/n), if you want, professor." You didn't dare look at him while you asked to be called by your given name and he remained quiet for so long you thought he had left the room. You sighed. Well, maybe he- "Severus, you may call med Severus. If you wish it, (y/n)."

To hear his voice vocalize your name made your knees weak and you had to hold on to the sink so as not to crash to the floor in a heap. "Severus," you said as you turned. The man nearly hit his head in the low ceiling beams. You smiled at him, again. It just happened, you couldn't control it. Around him, you were just all smiles and thundering heart paired with weak knees and burning cheeks. "What cup would you like? I have a few," you said as you pointed toward a cupboard where you had placed all your collectable cups. They weren't actually for use - but with him in your home for a cup of tea, you wanted to make sure he was satisfied.

He walked over and your eyes lingered on him for a bit too long. "May I use anyone?" he asked and you nodded with a chirpy hum. He seemed to ponder for a long time. Well, it is a rather large collection of cups and mugs, you thought as the kettle screamed behind you. You set about making the pot of tea as you heard the distinct sound of cups being placed on the table. As you turned you tilted your head.

He had not chosen any of the cups among your collection. No, he had taken the regular cups from the regular cupboard right beside the one you had pointed out. "You do not need to use such fine things for me, (y/n). I am perfectly happy with these." You gave him a shy smile and walked over with the pot. "I don't mind if you use my collected cups. Sometimes I feel bad for them, sitting there, not being used." You sighed with a quick look at the many cups visible through the glass adorned cupboard.

You both sat down as you had poured the tea. It smelled lovely, rather like he did. Peppermint and honey. But he also smelled faintly of sage and some delicate fragrance that you could only place as being him. Only him. The fact that you sat so close you could smell him did little to ease the nerves you felt bundled in your chest. You wanted to ask him how he was, how Hogwarts was and what he thought of you. But you didn't dare ask him anything.

While you were his student he never really liked questions and you weren't sure how he felt about it outside oft he classroom either. You glanced towards him as he sipped his tea. A bit of his throat was visible above the cravat and your fingers twitched as you wanted to touch him. The pale, large hand with the slender fingers that held the cup were just as inviting to stroke.

Pull yourself together! By Merlin he's not interested in you, just, have tea and enjoy it you nimrod. Snape tilted his head towards you and you gave him another smile before you sipped your tea. "Are you alright? Do you have a fever?" "What? No, I'm quite fine, why?" "Your red." You knew he was right, your face, throat, chest and ears felt as if they were burning. Simply because he was so close, so near. Yet so damn far away.

"Oh, it's probably just the difference in temperature from outside," you said sheepishly and he arched a brow at you. "I do not believe so," he stated as he put down his cup, "are you sure you're alright?" "Yes, yes, I'm quite good actually." Oh boy, this is a slippery slope, I shouldn't have invited him, I shouldn't have- "I can leave if you wish?"

Your eyes grew wider as you felt his presence in your head. It was quite the intrusion and memories creeped out as if he were looking for something among your thoughts. "Severus, what are you-, don't do that!" You screamed as you stood up but he didn't let go of your mind as memories of him ran by. Longing looks in the Great Hall, lingering steps in the classroom, stolen glances in the corridors. Your secrets were there for him to see and it made you sick to your stomach.

"Get out of my head!" you screamed and as if he had not heard you before he twitched and shook his head. As if he had fallen down a rabbit hole and just now had been able to crawl out of it. "(y/n), I'm sor-" "Get out! Get out of my head and get out of my home!" you screamed as your lungs heaved. You were angry, hurt and so confused. Why had he done that to you? "(y/n), I'm sorry, I slipped in, I didn't-, but you, what was that? Why do you have such memories?"

Your face turned even more red as his piercing only eyes seemed to cut right through you and you couldn't avert your gaze. You were spellbound by him. "Tell me, why do you have such memories?" "Get. Out," you said in a cold voice as he had just penetrated your mind and invaded your privacy so deeply. But to be honest, that was not what scared you.

You knew he could do that, knew he was skilled in the art of Occlumency and you knew he was expertly good at finding what he was searching for. Why had he done it? You had no idea. Why were you scared? Because he would most likely feel disgusted about your passion for him. You were younger than him, less experienced in life and absolutely not up to scratch compared to the glorious man that sat at your kitchen table.

"Tell me, why do you have such memories?" He said again, his voice low as a growl and strong as thunder. Great, I made him mad. This is just terrific, no, wait, I'M MAD! "Just leave!" you said harshly, pleadingly. As you felt the tears prick at the back of your eyes. He rose from the chair and took the one step he needs to be close to you have you had apparently stood up at some point.

"Why do you have-" "You have memories because you have experienced something, you dumbass!" you screamed in irritation. He seemed shocked at your language and outburst. "You have experienced this? fond thought of me? Smiles because of me? Long gazes and secret glances, at me?" You huffed at his words. "Well you saw it, you already know it now please leave so I can be mortified in solitude," you said as you deflated.

"Oh, I do not think so you little devil. Here I was, thinking I was to be alone forever as the one whom I grew fond of graduated and left. Not a word afterwards. And here you are, telling me you felt for me what I felt for you." You simply stared at him. You found no words for what he confessed to you. I am obviously running a very high fever, was the only thing you could think of.

But his cold fingers under your chin snapped you out of that thought instantly. "Why have you been hiding it? As a student, I understand. But why now?" He asked and you just gawked at him. "Are you kidding me? your Snape, the professor Snape. Like, how was I supposed to get close to you? Talk with you? You're way out of my league and I'd be damned to hell fore I confessed my passion for you. I, I don't stand a chance in your life..."

You had imagined so many times what type of partners he could have had, what type of love he shared with other people and how you were absolutely not up to scratch. "I'm just me, and you're you, Severus." The words were harsh and it made you feel sad. Sad all the way through. "Just you?" "Yes, just me," you answered on a sigh.

"You are just wonderful? Just fantastic? Just beautiful? I do not see how that puts you below me in any way, shape or form." His voice rumbled over you as it shook you to your core. Does that mean? does he-, no, no way that he feels for me as I do for him. That would, well that would just be too good to be true.

"Did you not notice?" You looked up at him at those words. "Notice what?" you asked. A bit dumbfounded by his question. "(y/n), really? The lonesome detentions that were really questionable for reason? The many times I called upon you to answer the questions I asked? The many, many times I walked past in the hallways and always seemed to be a bit too close perhaps?" You gawked at him. "I, I didn't think-" "Obviously. Perhaps I should have been more clear? Perhaps a neon sign? Or a howler in the Great Hall?" You stared at him, is he, is he joking? Like actually making jokes?

"I, don't know what to say..." "Well, I could just look inside that pretty head of yours again," you glared at him at that, "but I'd much rather hear the words from you." You sighed at him, he was being mean. On purpose. Teasing you like that. But you actually didn't mind. Somehow it made you feel special. "I like you," you whispered. The words were heavy yet liberating and you had never uttered them aloud before. not even to yourself. It had always only been in your head.

But now, with him in your kitchen, the tea going cold in your cups and him having seen what you had hidden deep within yourself you felt a need to say them. Especially as he seemed to house the same feeling towards you. "I'm glad, as I am rather fond of you as well," he whispered and you could not help but feel the joy that spread through you. All because of a slippery slope, you thought and the image of Severus gliding down on his back, limbs flailing and completely dusted with snow made you giggle.

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Heya! It’s me again lol! May I request a Sirius x Reader hilariously crashing the Dursleys wedding? Also James and Lily (who were invited to the wedding) didn’t know they were gonna show up which makes it more funny 🤣🤣

Wedding Splashers

warnings: this was written late at night without proofreading! sorry XD

word count: 1.6k

summary: Sirius x y/n crash the Dursley’s wedding, much to the amusement of James and Lily.

a/n: thank you so much for the great request! I hope this is somewhat like what you had in mind :)

••••

“C’mon y/n!” Sirius poked at me. “It will be so much fun!” I sighed and rolled over, so that I was no longer facing him.

“Shush Sirius I’m going to sleep,” I groaned.

“You know it will make Lily so happy,” he continued. That statement did capture my attention a little bit.

“I don’t know Siri,” I closed my eyes as I spoke, but now all I could see was Lily’s overjoyed face. Her green eyes glittering with laughter. “I suppose,” I finally replied mischievously.

“That’s my girlfriend!” With that I rolled back over and propped my pillow up so I could see him in the dim starlight. We began to make our plans, and I charmed one of my least favourite dresses to be even uglier.

••••

We had woken up early this morning, and I had put on my ghastly ruffled dress that looked like it had been shredded by some fearsome creature. I had transfigured it to be a bright, loud neon green. Of course, there were also brown polka dots all over it.

“My angel, you look hideous!” Sirius grinned with delight. We had planned this very carefully. He was looking very, erm, dapper, in a pale puke green suit, which also had brown spots to compliment my dress. Of course, his outfit wouldn’t matter quite so much...

I sat quite at breakfast for a moment. My vision of Lily’s laughing eyes had suddenly been shadowed by her disappointment.

“Siri, what if Lily gets mad at us for making her sister upset?”

“After what happened at their Wedding?” Sirius began to guffaw loudly. That’s when I remembered the screeching match that had happened during the ceremony. I never thought anyone would actually have the audacity to object to a marriage at someone’s wedding. Apparently Petunia was the only one with that amount of selfishness. How could I forget that she also managed to insult every single wizard in the room, especially James and Sirius?

“You’re right. Plus this has no bad spirit behind it. We simply want to lighten the awful mood,” I smiled a little.

“That’s the spirit!” Sirius exclaimed. “Now my glorious goddess, we are off to complete what many only dream of.” He paused for dramatic effect.

“We’re going to crash a wedding!”

••••

James and Lily had had a rather hectic morning. First, Lily’s dress hadn’t quite fit due to the newly acquired baby bump. So of course she had to alter it rather speedily.

Then, Bathilda Bagshot has called getting their breakfast date confused by two weeks. This had led to a rather flustered James having to patiently explain that they were running late to a wedding.

Of course, that was when the toaster had decided fizzle out and start smoking rather alarmingly.

“It’s practically Petunia trying to make sure I don’t actually show up!” Lily exclaimed in an exasperated tone. She looked rather lovely in a soft green dress which flowed out nicely. Before they hurried out the door she was choosing whether to wear her pearl earrings or her gold earrings.

“It’s going to be okay dear,” James comforted her as he fiddled with the smoking toaster. “The knight bus will be very fast, and I’m sure she does want you there,”

“My mom does at least,” Lily sighed looking at the invitation with her mom’s handwriting signing it.

“It will be very nice to support her. You’re being the bigger person my darling,” James rubbed her shoulders.

“Thank you dear,” Lily rested her head onto his shoulder.

“Alright, we ought to go!” They locked their cottage door and summoned the Knight Bus.

••••

The Knight Bus was quite busy that particular morning. Perhaps due to the Holyhead Harpies game taking place that afternoon.

As it would happen, Sirius and y/n were actually on the same bus as James and Lily, however since they were wearing particularly ‘unique’ outfits, they slipped by unnoticed.

“Is that-“ Lily began as you hustled on to the bus a couple of stops later. “No, it couldn’t be,” she giggled nervously.

“Hmm?” James responded, taking Lily’s hand.

“Are you stressed?” Lily asked James.

“A little,” James admitted. “But I don’t mind braving this for you,” He smiles sweetly. Sirius mimed throwing up as you both watched them from the level above. You gave a small laugh and simply took his hand.

••••

The wedding was quite busy. It definitely was not a low profile event. Privately I thought that the decoration was a little over the top. It appeared that they had modelled their wedding after the recent royal wedding. They had just had a slightly bigger budget and guest list...

Dozens of orangey roses stood in opulent gold vases, which were at the end of every row of chairs. The chairs themselves all had orange and gold coverings, and there must have been three hundred seats. How anyone could remember , much less know that many people was beyond me.

“Oh my,” I exclaimed in horror, momentarily forgetting my ugly dress.

“Looks like we dressed appropriately y/n,” Sirius said with a twinkle in his eye. I simply nodded, to overwhelmed by everything to respond.

As planned, we took as seat as close to the front as we could. Plus we were next to the aisle. Everything was going perfectly according to plan. Sirius silently transformed into his animagus form, and I uncovered the dish of mud we had brought with us. Someone came by and asked to check our invitation. A simple confundus charm put an end to that, however I couldn’t help but giggle to think that they were so worried about someone uninvited joining their 300+ wedding group that they had some poor old man walking around checking tickets.

Soon the ceremony began, and Petunia began stomping (I would say gliding, but... oh dear there’s truly no other way to describe it. Her gown was certainly very impressive. It was at least as wide as a car, or so it appeared, and reminded me of a birds nest in a strange way. The train was at least ten feet long, and seven bridesmaids followed behind.

That’s when it began.

Vernon began to cry. He started spluttering ‘Pe-Petunia’ he ended with a soft wail. It would be romantic, however all it reminded me of was when he had spluttered at James in anger last we saw them. His wails echoed off of the cathedral hall, and drowned out the wedding march playing on the organ.

Snuffles and I sat quietly through the ceremony. I must admit that it wasn’t the worst wedding I could imagine... They seemed to love each other very much. But our plan was too close now.

“Speak now, or forever hold your peace!” The Minister boomed. He glanced around a little apprehensively. That was my cue. I stood up and began my little speech, of course I recited in my very bad American accent, just to throw everyone off of the sent.

“Well now y’all!” I announced. “Don’t y’all sugarplums get me wrong, I ain’t objecting. I just love you two too much for words I-“ Sirius began his muddy journey up the aisle.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see momentary looks of horror pass James and Lily’s faces. To my relief I saw it was quickly replaced with a subtlety amused smile.

“Oh my dear precious poochie!” I shrieked in a very prim English accent. “Oh my word, no not the dress snuffles!” Sirius walked all over the train before pawing at the front of Petunia’s dress. I began to jog wobbly up the aisle. At these actions I heard a slight laugh quickly disguised as a cough come from the general direction of James and Lily. With a grin I began to further dramatise my clumsy journey to the alter.

“Oh goodness, don’t worry every body. My darling Snuffles simply wants to be part of the fun!” I arrived at the front. With a quick pinch to Petunia’s heavily rouged cheek I scooped Snuffles up off of the ground. “Oh who is my precious honey bunny pooh bear?!” I continued in a shrieking tone.

“GET OUT!” Vernon finally regained his senses to a degree. Eager to escape the anger of the groom and bride I hustled down the aisle. Lily and James were freely laughing at this point, as were quite a few other guests.

••••

Sirius transformed back as soon as he could safely and we dissolved into helpless laughter.

“Oh the looks on their faces!”

“We pulled that off magnificently y/n!” Sirius cheered.

“Let’s just hope they don’t try and sabotage our wedding!” I exclaimed without even thinking.

“You want to get married?!” Sirius stood up a little straighter. I blushed realising exactly what I had said. I nodded eagerly, but couldn’t speak out of embarrassment.

Sirius let out a cry of joy before scooping me into his arms and pressing a kiss on to my lips.

“I promise to love you, even if we have a mangy dog attack us during our wedding,” I grinned, teasing him.

“Mangy dog?” Sirius shouted. He scooped me up again, but this time with a much more malicious intent as he jogged towards the lake. I quickly transfigured my dress into some bearable bathers. With a splash I was launched into the lake.

“Hey!” I sent a wave of water towards Sirius.

“You don’t want me to smell like wet dog in bed tonight!” Sirius teased, wiggling his eyebrows. I simply grinned and splashed him again.

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invisible string

invisible string by capthamm

Emma had heard stories of the pull you feel when your “soulmate” is near. To her it always sounded more awful than romantic– one day you’re walking down the street and you’re literally tugged in their direction.  

She doesn’t like the idea of fate, but she definitely doesn’t like the fact that someday– with her luck– it may actually pull her off her feet.

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Emma had heard stories of the pull you feel when your “soulmate” is near. To her it always sounded more awful than romantic– one day you’re walking down the street and you’re literally tugged in their direction.  

She doesn’t like the idea of fate, but she definitely doesn’t like the fact that someday– with her luck– it may actually pull her off her feet.

Taking solace in the fact that some people never feel the mystical pull, Emma has moved on with her life. Luckily, she’s only reminded of its potential when she’s around Mary Margaret– if anyone was going to feel the tug it was going to be Mary Margaret.

Emma tells herself she doesn’t care when Ruby and Ariel feel it within a week of each other.

She’s fine being on her own.

If she falls in love she wants it to be because they want her, not because they’re told they’re supposed to. Her entire life she was dropped into people’s lives who were expected to care for her. It didn’t take long for her to learn that some people would and some wouldn’t.

Who’s to say her soulmate wouldn’t be the same?

Disappointed is something she’s sick of being.

Which is why when late one night walking home from work she feels a yank in her gut, she walks the other way. Emma refuses to get her hopes up, refuses to get hurt.

Turns out fate’s a bitch.

Everyone she’s ever known has practically sprinted towards their soulmate so she wasn’t sure what’d happen now that she ran, but she wasn’t expecting this.

A literally constant pull in different directions that grows stronger and stronger until on night four she spends an entire hour doubled over the toilet just trying to get some relief.

Ok, fine, she gets it.

Brushing her teeth and combing through her hair, Emma decides she looks “good enough” and walks out the door. As though the universe knows she’s finally giving in, her feet move on their own– quickly veering left outside her apartment door and leading her to a small hole-in-the-wall pub she’s never noticed before. It’s literally next door.

Very funny, she rolls her eyes before walking through the door.

The moment she sees him she knows– a feeling of comfort washing over her that feels so foreign it must be better than whatever state of static she was in before. He looks up and she can’t explain it but she knows in her bones he feels it too.

When they’re eyes meet, the pull returns, stronger this time. She feels it immediately, walking towards him as though she’s simply a marionette in life’s weird puppet show. For the first time, Emma finds she doesn’t care, but the closer they get the stronger the pull gets and Emma can’t do this.

She can’t do this.

Ready to deal with a stomach ache for the rest of her life and probably the guilt of one 1,000 “what-ifs”, Emma turns away. Before she can move, she feels fingers wrap around her elbow.

His touch is like fire– not a torch or painful in any way, but a warm bonfire on a summer’s night.

The earth stands still when he speaks, white noise leaving the room like a vacuum, “Please just… one drink.”

Of course he’s British.

Emma meets his eyes again and feels like she’s floating on the deepest lake in Minnesota. Blue everywhere.

She hasn’t felt that feeling since before they took her from Ingrid.

Home.

Logically, she should be terrified, but everything she’s felt for four days has defied logic so she nods and follows him to the bar. He shoots a guy at the end of the bar a look and the young man throws his hands up in defeat before leaving out the front door.

Despite them being very much alone, Emma has never felt less alone in her life.

Everything comes easy with Killian– their lives walking some bizarre parallel line. Dead parents, lost loves, odd jobs, everything she keeps close to her chest comes out without hesitation. As he details his life back to her, she gets the feeling this is as new to him as it is to her.

“I didn’t believe in soulmates.” She interrupts him, the sentence spilling out before she can adjust the grammar to hide what she really means.

He arches his eyebrow in a move that she knows is so him despite only actually knowing him for a few hours, “Didn’t, Swan?” (She likes when he calls her that.) “That’s past tense.”

Emma bites down on her lip. Five hours ago, Emma didn’t believe in soulmates, in the invisible string tying you to another person who is supposed to fit you like a puzzle piece. How could there be someone out there who perfectly matched all her rough edges? It seemed impossible.

Seemed.

Then there was Killian.

None of it makes sense. Three hours with someone and you can already see a future– a real life. It’s against Emma’s very nature, and if it wasn’t Killian, then she’s pretty sure it still would be. He bends where she breaks, and gives where she takes. His smile gives her butterflies and his laugh is already her favorite song.

She feels like Mary Margaret.

Is that really such a bad thing?

These thoughts run through her mind at a million miles per hour and she realizes Killian is waiting. With a deep breath she answers, “It is.”

There’s that smile.

She knows he’s dangerous in every sense of the word– handsome, kind, driven, hilarious– but, despite how absolutely ridiculous it sounds, she also believes they were meant to find each other.

They kiss softly that night, and a new comfort washes through her. She silently wonders what other moments with him will bring that feeling as she falls asleep that night.

She gets her answer in every moment with him for the rest of her life.