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fancyfeathers · 3 days ago

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Always Prey But Never A Bird

Based on the Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling series

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“What do you mean you told him you didn’t know?!” Clove pressed you, sitting at the foot of your bed, it was early morning, not even dawn and now everyone was back from their patrols and it was just you and your friends, and they were all gathered in your room and they all lost it when they saw the open ring box on your bedside that Gabriel had left behind with you.

“I mean I told him I didn’t know, I mean it came out of nowhere.” You responded to her as you towel dried your hair, having just got showered and dressed. “It’s not like I don’t want to-“

“Then say yes!” Nettle urged you, who laid across your bed, scrolling on his phone but slamming it down when he heard your pitiful excuse for your seek on time with your boyfriend. “Look, you’re our friend, but you can’t do this forever, this is the life you’ve always wanted, I know because you’re an honest drunk and you told us-“

“Okay, enough said!” You snapped, slamming your towel on the bed next to Nettle before sitting down next to the two on your bed with a heavy sigh. “I will think about it, it’s not a no, it’s just a pause-“

“You should reject him.”

You all screamed when you heard a voice that was not one of your own speaking into the conversation as if they have been here the whole time. You all turned your heads about to see the familiar face of Damian, or rather Robin standing in your bedroom doorway. Your brother just rolled his eyes and walked over, he reached a hand out to your nightstand where the ring was but Foxglove, who was sitting on the edge of your bed, slapped his hand away and grabbed the navy blue velvet box before he could and handed it back to Nettle who passed it to Henbane, who was leaning against the far wall of your bedroom.

“Damian… how did you-“

“Father and Barbara found the way into your system with the scraps of your gear and used your so-called friends’ trackers to find…” He glanced around the room, your bedroom, a judgmental look in his eye as he did so. “…place.”

“…fuck.” You heard Foxglove mutter under her breath, not even realizing your security had been slipped behind and used against you all.

“Father was going to come retrieve you himself later tonight, but I thought I would spare him the trouble, but it seems you have been running about Gotham telling everyone who you were.” He glared daggers at you and to all your friends, stepping forward towards where you stood, poking his finger into your chest, which made you wince as your body was still bruised and recovering from what happened to you two nights prior on the bridge. “Do you know what would have happened if he had figured out all of our identities, the danger you would have put everyone in all because you decided to be a selfish little brat!?”

“Selfish… I’m selfish?” You muttered under your breath as you just looked Damian in the eye, too overwhelmed and overcome with emotion to look away. You gritted your teeth, grabbing him by the wrist and twisting it back. “I had no life before this, and now that I have my own world outside of your own you call me selfish?!”

“You live in a warehouse, you left everyone behind for this of all things?” You felt in a sudden moment his other fist come down onto your wrist of the hand that held onto his, breaking your grasp. Before you had a moment to recover you felt him blow a punch to your gut, knocking the air out of your lungs, and if that wasn’t worse enough he kicked up into your gut, knocking you to the ground. He looked over your body, glaring down at you. “If you are so strong now little sister, then fight me, beat me and I will leave without a word to father.” You could only cough and wheeze, trying to catch your breath in your already weak state, but you could not manage to in time before Damian dragged your body up and pinned you against the brick wall, his face only inches away from your own, feeling his hot and angry breath against your skin. “Of course you can’t, you are weak, you were a fool for leaving all those years ago and you were a fool for running again.”

“Get off of her!” You heard Nettle’s voice shout before there was a grunt of pain from Damian, his grip loosing up enough for you to slip out and for Clove to shove you behind her and Nettle. Then you got a good look at what Nettle did, he stabbed Damian in the shoulder, one of the throwing knives he used on his own patrols. “You can leave, she didn’t need you all then and she certainly does not need you all now.”

“She has us now.” Clove spoke along with Nettle, standing up to the assassin trained vigilante. “We look after her and she looks after us. She doesn’t need you breathing down her neck, it’s like you all are stalking her.”

Damian glared down at the knife that stuck out of his shoulder before glancing up at you all, the four of them standing in front of you as if to protect you from him. He ripped the knife from his shoulder, not flinching as it did so. He tossed the blade onto the floor and turned around, walking away, but he stopped in the doorway and looked over his shoulder.

"Father will be coming for you soon."

With those words, Robin was gone, disappearing out of the room and the warehouse, leaving you and your friends behind.

"We need to go, pack everything, we are leaving tonight, we can't stay here any longer." You said to your friends as you pushed past them, limping towards the metal staircase that led down to the main level of the warehouse.

"Where are we going to go?" Henbane asked from the bottom of the stairs as the rest of them followed behind you.

"Somewhere... anywhere that isn't here."

"Wait- you mean like, leave Gotham?" Nettle questioned, looking at you as he jogged up to catch up with you. "Why would we leave? This is our home."

“No… we can’t leave, we need to keep working…” You paused in your tracks, glancing back up at your friends and then back down to your feet. “I’ll call Mr. Austen, see if he can help, get a new security network and comm lines back up and get us somewhere else to hide out.”

“And for you to rest, right?” You stiffened up at Henbane calling out your shit which everyone noticed and you swear you could practically taste their disappointment. “Change of plans, we’re gonna find a place to hide out and we’re going to find you a place to recover.”

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“Thank you for this.” You spoke to your boyfriend as he helped you walk to the couch, one hand holding yours and letting you lean your weight on him and the other carrying a duffle bag of your clothing that Clove packed for you. You felt guilty when you informed that Clove had reached out to him again, asking for his help in taking care of you. You had just told him that you did not know if you wanted to marry him or not yet after all. “I don’t deserve you, Gabriel.”

“Yes you do, I’m the one who does not deserve you.” He sat down with you as you sat down on the couch, leaning into the plush surface with a heavy sigh. You felt his arm come around your shoulders, pulling you close. “The chef is making caprese sandwiches for lunch with those garlic fries I remembered you liked. My parents know you are here but they are going out for dinner tonight after their meetings so I thought salmon rice bowls would be nice or maybe carbonara pasta.”

It felt weird, stepping back into all of this. When you were little, when it was just you and your mother, you had private chefs, a household staff, your mother’s personal assistants. Then when you ended up back here in Gotham you were never left to care for yourself since Alfred always looked after all of you, even when you stayed with Dick in Blüdhaven he never even let you near the kitchen. When you ran away you had none of that, you were eighteen and had to learn basic skills because no one ever bothered to teach you on top of learning how to fight, all of that on top of being separated from your mother and not knowing if you’ll ever see her again, having to part with your whole identity, becoming a no one. You never got a break, never let yourself rest until now, four years later.

“Hey, hey, hey, are you alright?” You heard Gabriel speak to you, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek and guide you to look him in the eye, he always knew when something was wrong. “Are you alright, dove?”

“Oh… y-ya, I’m okay…” You leaned into his hand, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax into his touch. “That sounds nice, I skipped breakfast this morning anyway.”

“Oh okay, I’ll text the chef and let her know to give you extra fries and make an extra sandwich for you in case you want more.” He took his phone out and typed something up before setting it down and pressing a kiss to your face, just beside your eye. “Can’t have my favorite girl going hungry on my watch.”

“You treat me way too well.”

“I treat you like the way you deserve to be treated.” He smiled before his phone buzzed with another text and he looked down at it and then back up at you. “Do you want orange chocolate cheesecake or lemon cream cake for dessert?”

“Mmmm, you’re going to make me sick.”

“Then I get to take care of you even more, doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

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“Say ah.” You laughed as your boyfriend pressed a spoonful of cheesecake to your lips, he was practically doing this at this point to smear some of the chocolate drizzled on top onto your face so he can kiss it off. But you just opened up your lips and pulled the cheesecake off with your tongue, your lips trapping the sweet treat in your mouth as he slipped the spoon out. “Atta girl.”

You two sat at the dining room table next to each other. You were dressed in your pajamas and he was dressed in a white button up shirt and black dress pants with black matte leather lace up ankle boots. Honestly it did not surprise you how he dressed, he was the heir to one of the biggest fashion companies on the East Coast, it made sense. You had finished your lunch and there were plates of cheesecake for each of you, but still Gabriel slipped you bites of his own plate.

But honestly it was the best thing you have tasted in years.

“Hey Gabriel…”

“Yes Dove?” He looked at you, setting down his spoon on the side of his plate, he was giving you his full attention. “Something wrong?”

“No, I was just thinking… I want to marry you, I really do, I… I just don’t want you to get hurt because of me.” You felt ashamed, you could not make yourself look him in the eye, but yet he was so gentle and patient with you. “I don’t know how to settle down or what I want to do… I was expected not to go to college when I was young and honestly I just feel trapped where I am right now but I can’t do it forever, what if I get hurt beyond repair.”

“Well why did you go into… vigilantism in the first place?”

“To spite my father and siblings… and to protect Gotham, I suppose.”

“Well… that was not the answer I thought you were going to give, but we can work with that.” He responded in a tad awkward tone as he pulled out his phone. “You said you didn’t think you would be allowed to attend university and get your degree? Do you still have your grades from high school and your ACT scores?”

“No… those are all with-“

“Don’t worry about it, I can get those for you, just a few calls to clear everything up.” You watched him turn the phone around to face you, the home page of the Gotham University website. “Applications end in a month but my family is the largest donor to the school so I’m sure they’ll give you a second chance, they also have online classes as well.”

“This is sweet and all but I have no clue how I’ll pay for this-“

“I will.” He spoke, setting his phone down on the table and picking up his spoon again, cutting into his slice of cheesecake again. “The tuition is pocket change to me.”

“I still can’t let you do tha- mph!” He shut you up by shoving cheesecake into your mouth mid word, and your surprised reaction made him laugh as you swallowed the cheesecake down your throat.

“You can’t stop me, I am telling you what I am going to do, dove.”

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“Dove, are you ready to go?”

It has been almost two weeks since you have started staying with your boyfriend and his family. Foxglove has recovered from her own injuries and is back on patrol and you are on comm lines and cameras, you’ll be sitting up in bed with Gabriel cuddled up into your side, his arm wrapped around your waist.

Now you are fully recovered, or at least recovered enough. There was to be a charity gala tonight, Gabriel was going to stay behind with you and his parents were going to go by themselves and then you told them something at dinner last night…

“I… I could go if you want me to.”

And my oh my did they absolutely adore that idea, especially Mrs. Christel, she practically dragged you off to find dresses for you like you were a doll, though she picked items you actually liked, not everything that your family dressed you in when you used to attend these sort of events.

“Yes, I’ll be out in just a second.” You called out to him from the bathroom as you slipped on the back of your earring onto the earring in your earlobe. You opened the bathroom door as you grabbed your phone from the counter, a new one after you had to get rid of your old phone in case it was getting tracked, another gift from your perfect boyfriend. He was sitting on his bed, dressed in a black tuxedo with a small pink peony pinned to his suit jacket. His eyes went wide at the sight of you and his lips fell slightly agape and now his reaction made you laugh. “How do I look?”

“Beautiful, absolutely gorgeous, dove.” He spoke to you as he stood up from the bed, walking over to you and setting his hands on your waste and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. His hands trailed down to your hand, pulling you along to head out. “My parents are waiting for us in the car… wait a second.”

He paused after his fingers intertwined with yours and he felt something off, he glanced down at your intertwined hands to see what was on one of your fingers…

The engagement ring.

The way he looked at you was the same way an overextended puppy gets when they hear their owner say ‘park’ or ‘walk’.

“Is this… I… do you?”

“I do.” You replied, reaching your hand up to his cheek and leaning forward to kiss him on the other cheek, leaving a slight lip gloss stain. “I want to marry you.”

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You are truly regretting saying you will go to this charity gala. Your heart pounded in your chest as you sat in the car with Gabriel and his parents, his hand resting on your thigh while you could hear the over excitement in all of their voices as they talked about your future wedding, you suppose the apple never fell far from the tree.

You felt as if you were going to vomit as you felt the car slow down, the sign as the car pulled up to the museum that the party was being held, the Gotham Art Museum. You could see the flashes of paparazzi cameras and the loud shouts of conversations and attempts to catch people’s attention.

“Hey, you’ll be alright.” You heard Gabriel tell you as the car door opened and you saw his parents step out of the car first and a part of you wanted to shrink off into the corner of the backseat of the car, letting the car drive off. “I’ll protect you, no matter what.”

You could only nod as you watched your boyfriend step out of the car, giving a brisk nod, smile, and wave to the paparazzi before reaching a hand back to you to help you out of the car like the gentleman he is. It took a huge act of courage for you to take his hand and allow him to pull you out of the car and the moment your foot took a step onto the concrete all eyes were on you.

It felt like you were going to have a heart attack or a panic attack as you heard the paparazzi shout your name, your old name, your real name. It all made you want to vomit especially when the flashes of the camera blinded you.

“Miss Wayne, where have you been?”

“Is your disappearance anything to do with your relationship with your family?”

“Why are you not with your family tonight?”

“Wait…”

Damn it, it was only a matter of moments before they noticed the ring on your finger.

“Are you engaged to the heir of the Christel family?”

“Does your engagement have anything to do with-“

You looked up to the top of the stairs that led up to the museum entrance and your heart absolutely plummeted as you made eye contact with your father.

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shigarosie · 3 days ago

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Butterfly, Fly Away (part one)

Aizawa feels out of breath. Despite the fact that he drove to the daycare center, it feels like he ran the whole way. He doesn’t run inside, but he does do an awkward half jog to get in there quickly without looking like some sort of lunatic.

The room, as expected, is a disaster. Kids are crying. Drawings have been torn up and thrown around, chairs have been overturned. Eri is at the center of it all, with an uninterrupted scream at the top of her lungs that he’s sure has lasted at least a full minute by the way her red face is slowly starting to show hints of purple.

Eri has been kicked out of another daycare.

She skips alongside him merrily as he walks back to the car with him, her little purple bag in one hand while the other holds her own pudgy little palm. You would think that she was a perfectly well behaved little angel if you saw her now, no traces left of her hurricane of an outburst mere minutes ago.

There was a familiar throbbing pain forming like a tight band around his skull.

Once they were in the car, Eri kicking her feet in her carseat and playing with the straps of her bag, Aizawa couldn’t help but spare glances at her in the rearview mirror when he stopped at all the stop signs on the way back to the high school. His daughter was the best, most important thing in his life. He loved her more than anything, no matter what. He just didn’t know what to do with her anymore.

As he parked in his designated spot, five minutes left of his lunch break, Eri hurriedly tried to unbuckled her carseat before Aizawa could get to her. It was a game she liked to play, despite the fact that her clumsy fingers hadn’t yet grown strong enough to fully press the big red button that released the clips. But Aizawa didn’t get out of the car to come around and unbuckle her yet.

“Hurry daddy!” she taunts, grunting as her fingers slip as they always do. “I’m gonna beat you this time!”

“What happened, Eri?”

She paused, looking up at him with those eyes that look almost too big for her head in the sweetest way. She looked unphased. Unashamed, unapologetic.

“I didn’t like it there,” was the simple answer she gave. “Daycare is stupid.”

“But honey,” he sighed, “you know that you have to go. And don’t use the word stupid, please.”

The little girl starts to shift uncomfortably in her seat, no longer trying to unbuckle her restrictive straps, but attempting to pull them down her shoulders instead.

“Why?” she asks, an edge beginning to form where a smooth curve used to exist in her voice. “Why can’t I just come with you to big kid school?”

“Because next year you’ll have to start going to kindergarten, so you can learn new things and make friends. I won’t be able to just drop everything and come get you. Instead you’ll be forced to either sit in your classroom or sit in the principal’s office for hours until big kid school is done.”

Eri slumps in her seat. The tears are welling in her eyes and Aizawa has to look above her head in order to keep talking with her.

“This is the fourth daycare you’ve been kicked out of, honey. That’s not good.”

Eri turns her face away. “Guess you’ll have to maybe take me to a new one then,” she says.

“I can’t.” At this she perks up, catching the feeling of excitement in those little hands of hers before it slips from her grasp and runs off when she sees her dad do that thing where he drags his hand down the entirety of his face and then rubs at his scruffy jaw. “This was the last daycare in our area that I can afford. No more daycares.”

“So I’ll have to come to school with you now, right?” she asks, hopeful eyes shining with a few embarrassed tears that hadn’t yet gone away.

Aizawa doesn’t say anything. He gets out of the car, opens her door, and helps her out of her seatbelt.

“Come on,” he says, holding her bag in one hand and her palm in the other. “Today you get to watch my students take a pop quiz.”

Class 1-A loves Eri. They love to dote on her, like she’s their princess and they are nothing but her humble servants. They don’t bat an eye when she shows up during the second half of the day anymore, used to their visibly stressed teacher sitting her down with coloring pages and an old cd player (there’s no way in hell he would ever put an ipad in her hands) in a poor attempt at a fort under his desk. They felt bad for him, really, knowing how hard he’s had it since…

They also like to sneak little snacks and fidget toys to her when he’s not looking. They get passed down the rows of desks like contraband, making a wide loop around the goody-goodies that rat them out. They think they’re helping, really they do. And it’s endearing. But it makes it more difficult for him, in all actuality, when he’s trying to convince Eri that his classroom is not the place for her to be and they’re doing everything to make it friendly for her. They even stopped swearing when Eri made her little visits. (At least, they tried their best.)

“They’re like her gang of babysitters,” Aizawa explains to Mic as he pulls out a bottle of scotch from the baby proofed cupboard above the fridge and two glasses. Eri had been put to bed an hour prior, after having her bath and getting her hair braided and insisting on TWO stories tonight; one from her dad and one from her godfather. “It just makes her want to be there even more.”

“Maybe that’s what you two need,” Mic says from the sofa, helping himself to some chips and dip.

“What?”

“You know, a babysitter,” the blond elaborates. “Or a nanny, in this case.”

Aizawa’s brow furrows. His lips turn down. Mic can already tell this is going to take a lot of selling. “What’s the difference?”

“Nannies do more,” Mic says, his mouth partially full. He gave up on manners around Aizawa sometime around… well, they met in middle school, so he probably never had them in the first place. “Babysitters are for, like, date nights and stuff.”

“I definitely don’t need one of those,” Aizawa grumbles, handing Mic his glass before settling onto the couch himself.

“Nannies are more long term,” Mic continues, not addressing the comment, “they would stay with her at home the whole day while you work, maybe do some tidying or run some errands for you. It’s like daycare, but more personal and actually not at all like daycare. You just have someone watching your kid all day.”

Aizawa groans, gulping down most of his drink in one go. “I don’t want some stranger in my house alone with my kid. That sounds terrible.”

“Man, they call them nanny cams for a reason. And when you use the websites they do background checks.”

“How do you know so much about nannies?” Aizawa asks suspiciously. Mic had no kids. He had no nieces or nephews. All he had were a bunch of elementary school students singing the same ten annoying songs off key.

“Remember the lady with the two kids I was hooking up with while they were with their dad? She had a nanny.”

“And how long after you stopped seeing the mom did you start sleeping with the nanny?” Aizawa asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Hey, it’s completely a coincidence that I met her nanny out at a bar one night, okay? Swear on my life. Not like I ever met her before then, I never met the kids!”

“Whatever,” Aizawa says, downing the last of his drink before pouring another. “I’m not getting a nanny.”

“You at least gotta think about it,” Mic says, “you don’t have many other choices here. Unless you want to call your mom and have her-”

“Absolutely not.”

“Then I recommend you take the weekend to research nanny websites,” Mic says. “You can’t bring your kid to work with you every day. It’s not good for her. It’s not good for you.” Mic leaves his unfinished drink on the coffee table, knowing Aizawa will just drink the rest himself after he leaves. “I should tuck in for the night. Think about it, alright? And I’m right down the street if you ever need anything. And-”

“Good night, Mic.”

“Later.”

Aizawa stays on the couch, sitting in the same spot, staring at the wall in front of him for an hour before he finally sighs to himself.

“Don’t have many other choices,” he grumbles as he pulls his laptop out of his work bag and starts his google search, Mic’s unfinished glass of scotch in hand.

‘best nanny websites’

#posts from the meadow 🌼#shota aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #no reader in this part because it's setting up the actual story but are we seeing the vision

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hypernova-writes · 18 hours ago

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The Doctor's Match

Synopsis: The Administrator has decided to finally give Medic some much needed help on the battlefield, despite the male insisting he doesn't need it. But what happens when the Mad doctor finally meets his match?..

Pairing(s): Medic x 10th Class! Reader focused Pairing Name?: Medical Malpractice (Medic/The Nurse), Length: 3.4k words

A/n: GUYS GUYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY THISSSS, I was inspired by some of my fellow writers who are writing fanfics where they make the reader a specific class!! (Speaking of which I HIGHLY suggest the Respawn Malfunction Fic by the lovely the-teufort-nine)

"Ach, I don't really need help Miss Pauling, vhile I appreciate zhe thought—"

Medic was caught off by Miss Pauling's sheepish grin and hand raise. "I know I know, but think about it. You'll have help with surgeries, everyone wouldn't be screaming your name on the battlefield.. unless you like that—"

Medic tapped his glove to his chin. While he didn't necessarily need the help, it would be a great assistance to not have hear everyone screaming "MEDIC" on the battlefield. And to have someone who was on his level, that thought just like him when it came to medicine and other scientific discovering's?

It didn't sound that bad.

But then again, what if this person could be just as annoying as his teammates? What if they didn't help him out as he thought they would? He couldn't risk that!

However, on the flip side...what if they are perfect? They help him on the battles field, they help him with studies that he wanted to conduct. They might even let him experiment on THEM!

He hummed and sighed before dropping his hands to his side.

"Fine, Fine. I vill accept zhis..'help'."

"Good! Cause she'll be here tomorrow!"

Medic didn't have time to process what Miss Pauling had said because she left so quickly, rambling off about finishing finalization before their newest member gets there.

"She?.." Medic trailed off before he left his office to go and join the others in the dining area. Dinner was just being prepared when Scout called out to Medic.

"Ayyeee Doc! You heard about that newbie we getting? Hope he can keep up wit ya!" The rambunctious Boston yelled and Medic only rolled his eyes as he took a seat.

"I can only hope zhat SHE can deal vith the daily stupidity zhat I deal vith each day." Medic corrects Scout and that draws attention from some of the others.

"Oh? So our new help is going to be a Woman?..I pray for her." Spy muttered as he takes a drag from his cigarette. "Wonder what made zhe little lady chose here?"

"Don't kno', but it's best we treat her wit' respect fellas, she could be mighty useful round here when Medic is busy." Engineer chimed in. "Best to have two docs than one."

"Da, Engineer is right. Little lady can make big difference in life or death in battle. We treat her like we treat Doctor." Heavy adds on making Medic nod along.

"Zhere should be nothing to vorry about~, she'll be trained under zhe best!" "That makes me worry even more, I hope she's not a nutcase like you are-" "Vhat vas zhat Scout?" "Nothin'! Nothin' at all doc…"

Medic huffed as he fixed his labcoat. "Zhat's vhat I thought." He muttered before he walked back to his lab. When he walked in, he already saw a second door already installed in his medbay, kinda of similar to the one that led to his private quarters. But it had a different medical like logo. ‘Zhey work fast..” he thought as he decided to go into his room.

He needed to prepare for the new guest coming tomorrow

The mercs were all sitting together after another successful day of kicking BLU ass.

Scout, Soldier, Demoman and Pyro were sitting together, Spy and Sniper were playing cards, Engineer was moving around some things in the kitchen and Heavy was with Medic at a separate table.

Soft humming could be heard coming down the Hallway, along with a suitcase being dragged behind light footsteps. The click of heels against the hard floor of the base echoed, they didn’t really pay any attention to the sounds assuming it was Miss Pauling bringing something that they needed to go over.

That was until they heard the voice.

"Hello there fellas~!"

The guys all lifted their heads to see a woman, dressed in long nurses dress with a pretty white apron over it. She had a matching logo patch to Medic's with a syringe over the cross, she wore pink gloves that went up to her elbows, her hair was neatly tucked back into a low bun with the nurses hat on. She had a big smile on her face as she walked further into the room drawing all attention to her.

"My name is Y/n, and I will be your new nurse around these parts~! Now could someone please kindly tell me who is your head Medical specialist.?"

Scout rolled his eyes before he allowed a sly smirk to come across his face. "I wouldn't call him a professional toots…but he's ova there wit the large guy."

The woman, Who they now know is Y/n, thanks Scout with a pretty smile that had the young male blushing already but Spy knocked him in the back of the head.

“Oi! What the hell was that for??” “You’re making googoo eyes at zhe new hire.” “What? She’s cute! Ow! Seriously man! That hurts! “Zhen stop being such an idiot.”

Medic and Heavy were engrossed in a conversation when Y/n walks up next to them and starts to introduce herself.

“Hello! I was told that one of you was the doctor here, I’m going to guess it’s you sir..” She says pointing to medic. Medic looked her up and down and his heart felt like it was doing tricks already.

She was…beautiful.

She was everything that he had imagined in his head last night. Her beauty, her kindness, and Medic could already tell that a little something…unhinged lay right beneath the surface.

Heavy had to nudge the male because he was just staring at the beauty in front of him. Medic quickly cleared his throat before giving a grin to her.

“Ah yes! Zhat vould be me! I am guessing jou are zhe nurse, yes?” He finally managed to get out, making the woman infront of him giggle as she sits down across from him.

“Yes that’s me! I’ve heard such good this about you! I can’t wait to work alongside you in the field!”

Medic nodded as he leaned on his hand as he listened to her ramble on about how much she loved nursing and how her experience on the field was sure to lighten his load and help him the best way that she could.

As she continued to speak, Medic just nodded along and occasionally added to the conversation. He was so focused on her, he was imagining the two of them in battle together, covering in the enemy teams blood. He couldn’t wait to do the uber heart surgery on her so he could see and feel her from the inside out…

“Medic.”

Oh how beautiful she would look beside him.

“Medic?”

Oh how beautiful she would look underneath him—

“MEDIC”

Medic jumped as he shook his head, Heavy shook his head as he looked at his fellow merc. “You spaced out, Little nurse said she was going to bed.” Heavy states and Medic sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he apologized to Y/n.

“Oh no no! You’re fine! I know you’re probably tired after this long day..” “Ja..The battle was very…tough.” Medic quickly says, making her giggle. “Oh well I'm not going to stop you, please go and get some rest for tomorrow!”

Y/n then backed away from the two males as she bowed and gave them a gentle wave. "Goodnight fellas! Can't wait to be beside you on the battlefield!" She happily exclaimed before she turned on her heel and left the room finally.

Once she left the room, Heavy looked over at Medic. “Medic is infatuated with little nurse.”

Medic looked at his friend and colleague, rapidly shaking his head. “Vhat? No! She’s just…really..amazing I guess. It’s rare to see someone as interested in the pursuit of science as I am!” He quickly says as he looked away from Heavy, pulling at his collar.

Heavy only chuckles as he pats Medic on his back. “You are terrible liar.”

Was all he said before he left Medic at the table alone to think. And of course, his mind went to the beautiful nurse that just graced their presence. He HAD to get to know her better.

He couldn’t just let her get away with messing with his head like this!

He will do it tomorrow! He would get to know her after working alongside her for the first time! After all, He had to know why a lovely lady like herself would come and work here and let alone be excited to work with someone like him…

Oh Boy, Did he quickly realize why he was so drawn to her.

She. Was. Crazy.

Once the Nurse set foot on the battlefield, that adorable and charming personality that she displayed to the others at dinner the other day was quickly replaced by a wicked bloodlust.

She was taking down the enemy teams left and right, assisting their teammates with a scary accuracy.

And she was smiling while doing it.

Her main weapon? A large syringe, one that he witnessed her stab and spear the enemy team, harvesting their blood and using it almost as some sort of wicked power source. He could've sworn that hearts formed in his eyes as he looked upon her on the battlefield. She didn’t care that she was getting blood on her at all, the way that it splattered across her clothes and she wore it with excited glee.

He was so busy day dreaming that He wasn’t paying attention, leaving him open for a backstab from the enemy Spy when he heard her call out to him.

“DOCTOR BEHIND YOU!” Medic didn’t have time to turn around before he saw the enemy spy...with a syringe needle through his back.

He stood back watching as his body turned to goop, and was collected by the Nurse, seeing it go into her own medivac.

“Are you alright? I followed the bastard after he tried to backstab, Engineer.” Y/n said to him as she offered her hand, helping Medic from the ground.

She holds his hand for a little bit as she checks over him, making sure that he wasn’t injured at all. She places her hand on his chest, making Medic jolt as she did it so suddenly. “Are you alright? Your heart is beating quite fast..”

Medic coughs into his hand before he backs away, nodding at her question. “Ja, I’m okay..Guess my heart rate is up after almost being backstabbed…”

Y/n gave him an eyebrow rise before she accepted his answer.

“Alright..if you say so. Then, Let’s go Doctor. I can hear our teammates screaming for us now.” Y/n turns to leave, expecting Medic to follow.

And follow he did, intrigued as he watched as she pressed a button on her MediVac, watching as she placed her syringe into a slot, and watched as the blood started to bubble and boil, turning into a molten weapon.

Y/n looked over her shoulder at him and gave him a wink before she ran off to go and cater to their injured teammates. Leaving him once again, speechless. He could feel a shiver trail down his spine as a smile broke out across his face.

“Mein..Gott..she's perfect…” He mumbled to himself.

He watched as Y/n reached over to Scout, shooting him with a syringe, the Bostonian yelled in pain before feeling a surging feeling. He suddenly cheered and gave Y/n a high five before running back into battle. Healing syringes, he remembered her talking about it briefly the night before.

She was so giddy and excited to have someone to ramble about her work, that Medic stayed nearly all night with her despite knowing that they had to be up the next morning. But that didn’t matter, seeing her happy, talking about a subject that most would squirm and ignore was all he needed.

God...was he falling in love with his colleague?! She had only been here for a few days, yet the bubbly and giddy nurse had managed to worm her way into his heart in less than a week.

Never has someone made him so weak in the knees whenever they would look his way.

Mein gott was he embarassing—

“ Medic! I need you!” “Coming Mein Nurse!~”

Y/n giggles as she shows off to Medic. Her main weapon, the syringe was used to collect samples, blood samples of the enemy and turn that into boiling liquid, almost like scalding water, giving the enemy team a burning and scalding effect that worked perfectly alongside Pyro.

She had a syringe Gun as well, filled with different syringes of various effects, some that could heal her teammates, some That could burn and melt the enemy skin, it all depended on who she aimed it at, as he saw earlier with her little display on Scout.

“Ahh..could you believe i almost lost my medical License because of this technology, I guess they didn't like me testing on murderers..” She mentioned sparking Medic's interest.

“Vait, jou made this yourself?” He asked and she nodded proudly. “Mhm! Did all the research Myself, I was a bio-chem major before I turned to nursing.” Y/n answered. “Took me a couple months to perfect, nearly burned a hole through my lab floor.

The two of them were walking together and just talking About previous experiments and things that they have done.

“Wait, you stole a skeleton?” “Several actually, it's how I lost my medical license.” Y/n giggled at that, before reaching for his hand. “You know, I could use mine, if..you ever needed..help,”

Medic froze a bit, her hand felt small in his as he grasped her hand, the two of them ended up facing each other.

“Jou..vould do zhat? For me?” “Of course~, Ya know , it's not everyday when you find someone who's so persistent in the pursuit of science like you.” “Oh really now?” “Yes really! It’s the least I could do for making you listen to my rambling about needles for two hours.”

Medic couldn't stop the smile that spread to his lips. “Jou know, I could listen to you read zhe most boring book in zhe vorld and I vould never get tired. “

It was Y/n’s turn to blush as she felt his hand come up to caress her blood soaked cheek. “Oh Medic..you’re just saying that..”

Medic chuckles and he was about to speak again when a loud yell broke through.

“Oi! Doc! Need some Help ova here! Could you stop makin’ googoo eyes wit the nurse!?”

Oh right, they were still in battle.

“Ve'll continue zhis later.” “We shall.”

The two of them readied their gear again as Y/n grasped his hand tightly turning to him with a smirk.

“Let’s go practice Medicine~” She says to him and Medic feels like his body was just lit on fire by pyro as a wolfish grin appears on his face.

When they would reach the enemy team, Y/n would signal to Medic that she was ready and he would nod to her before he would turn on his uber charge. He had only done the surgery on her yesterday, and while he was excited to see how it would work on a new host…

He hoped that it wouldn’t harm her.

Once he activated it Y/n jolted a bit before she started that boiling mass of liquid in her backpack. Medic watched as it was almost like she was spraying hot oil onto the enemy, They moved through the enemy, mowing them down like they were nothing but bugs underneath their feet.

...God did she look like a glowing red goddess...

The entire time Y/n was…laughing, giggling as she used her weapon on the enemy. Giddy as she saw how their bodies basically melted into nothing but BLU goo. It sent a shiver up his spine when she turned to him and gave him that award winning smile with a wink

He watched as the rest of their team came in to help capture the final point, most of them careful to step over or around the various piles of goo around the point.

The Uber charge wore off and Y/n squealed with glee before she ran up to Medic and grabbed his shoulders. “Oh my GOD that was AMAZING!!” She screamed with delight, once again catching Medic off guard.

“Ach..it vas nothing, it vas most—” Medic didn’t get to finish his sentence before he felt himself being dipped, and a pair of lips being pressed against his own.

Medic turned a bright red as his glasses fogged up. He felt light headed and when she finally let him up, they were declared the winners as they had successfully claimed the last point. When he regained himself, Y/n was standing infront of him with a big smile on her face as if she didn’t just KISS HIM.

“Did jou just–” “Yes i did. Would you like me to do it again?”

Medic looked back as he saw his teammates already heading back in, talks of celebrating and what they were going to eat in the air. Medic chuckles as he lifted the nurse into his arms.

“Ja, I vould…but if forgive me if i’m greedy and vant more~”

Now it was Y/n’s turn to blush as Medic carried her back inside to continue their own little form of celebration for winning.

“Man, I don't know if it's a blessin’ or a curse we got that nurse!”

Scout groaned as he knocked back a bonk! Atomic Punch, Engineer, who was playing cards with Demo and Soldier, tilts his head.

“What makes ya say that boy? I think it's great the Doc has himself A lovely lady that can keep up with him.” He chuckles as he turned back to the card game, watching as Scout took a seat with them.

“That's the problem! They are both nuts! I overheard them talking about doing surgery on each otha’ to put their hearts in each otha's body! That's weird!”

“Well, Son, that might just be their form of love-” “Then i pray dat form of love neva finds me!"

Engineer laughs as Demoman pats His back. “Aye lad, are ya still mad that the doc almost let you die because he was flirtin’?

“No! I'm just sayin’! They are weird!” “He's definitely still upset!” “I agree with Engineer!” “Course ya do Soldier! You prolly don't even know what we're talking about!”

Y/n and Medic were definitely closer after that battle, they were wrapped around each other's fingers. Always around each other.

When they had mission debriefing, she was sitting in his lap.

When it was time for their checkups? They were definitely giving PDA.

Speaking of which, the duo walked past them heading to the door.

Scout groaned in frustration before he looked up seeing Medic walking with Y/n. “And where are yall headin’ Out to? Ain't dinner about to start?”

Y/n smiles as she hugs Medic's arm. “Luddy has prepared a picnic for us~! We're going outside to enjoy each other's company, and talk about medical stuff~”

Medic nuzzled her forehead. “Ja, mein liebling and i vill be busy for the rest of the night, so please don't have any medical emergencies, jou might not like what you walk into.”

The duo laughs together as Medic leads her outside, opening the door and closing it behind them, leaving their coworkers To go back to what they were doing.

“Ugh..disgusting!” “Sounds like you're jealous sonny.” “How!? Jealous of what?” “Affirmative! Sounds like you are jealous that he has a proud American woman!” “Is she even bloody american?” “Course she is! That woman is a pure blooded American soldier!”

The four men ended up bickering about this, while Heavy who was coming from the kitchen quickly interjected.

“Lets just be happy Doctor has met match.” He started. “Means no more experimenting on us when he has a willing participant. She is perfect for him. Just a crazy as doctor.”

The others went quiet and Scout, the main one who was making a fuss crossed his arms. “I guess tons of fun ova’ here is right.”

Heavy rolled his eyes at Scout before taking a seat. “Deal me in. Besides. Tomorrow is ceasefire. Doctor is gonna be busy with little nurse.”

“What do ya mean by dat?” “I think you know what I mean.” “You could've jus’ Left us in the dark with that info Son.” “if I had to suffer listening to doctor ramble about it, you do too.” "NONSENSE THEY ARE JUST DISCUSSING BATTLE STRATEGIES" "Yea if strategies included fucki- OW WHERE IN THE HELL DID YOU COME FROM YA SPOOK!?" "I've been here zhe entire time, could you all please just deal zhe cards and not talk about what our doctors are doing."

GAHHH FINALLYYY ITS DONNNEEE

I plan on writing more with them, so be prepared for more Medical Malpractice— but until then, please be safe and take care of yourselves!

#tf2 fandom #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 x reader #tf2 fanfic #team fortress 2 #tf2 #team fortress 2 x reader #team fortress 2 imagines #medic tf2 #tf2 medic #medic x reader #medic team fortress 2 #tf2 medic x reader

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rei-ismyname · 2 days ago

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Teen Jean outs Bobby Drake pt 1

So... Marvel finally decided to confirm that Bobby Drake is gay in All-New X-Men vol 1. I'd forgotten it was a response of sorts to Bobby aggressively performing heterosexuality by objectifying Magik. Not that it makes Jean's behaviour any kind of model for being an ally, but it's easier to see how she arrived at this conversation. It wasn't just out of the blue.

It's clear he absolutely knows he's gay, but he's been closeted for years and I think his persona was built for self protection. A person's openness with their sexuality is entirely up to them (thank fuck telepaths aren't real) and the O5 had grown up in the 60s then suddenly were taken to 2014. Homophobia is still absolutely rampant, but the difference must have been stark. Bobby's parents are also super conservative assholes - given their attitude to him being a mutant he knows they would be awful if he came out to them. Xavier isn't exactly progressive either.

The ice barrier he puts up is him shutting the conversation down while holding back. I'd probably freeze her solid and flee. Interestingly he stops denying it very quickly (not like he had a fucking choice, JEAN) and brings up the headfuck that is his older self who 'isn't [gay.] It really is a unique situation.

I get the impression that Bobby's 'speculation' is spot on, it's obviously the same thought process he had. It's incredibly articulate and thoughtful, which should give an idea of just how much of a performance he has been putting on. Plenty of gay and queer folks date people you wouldn't 'expect' them to. Experimentation is how we figure ourselves out, and heteronormativity is a hell of a drug.

He accepts it pretty quickly, and they briefly discuss the cultural differences compared to their own time.

He accepts it super quickly and allows himself to think out loud about people he finds attractive. Warren, mainly. I don't believe him for a second that Warren is 'too pretty' as I'll discuss in part 2, but I have to say I misremembered the privacy aspect of this. Obviously Jean went to Charles Xavier school of psychic consent (literally) but she at least talks to him privately about this, and assures him 'it's no one's business until you say it is.'

She didn't so much out him as drag him kicking and screaming out of the closet, but she kept it between them and stuck to that. That, at least, is a positive model for supporting queer friends. There's a lot of trust there, and Jean outing Bobby isn't as bad as I remember it. Bobby certainly seems a LOT happier afterwards and while his exploration of his sexuality/dating is awkward as hell, that's true for everyone. I wonder if he's grateful to Jean for this. It feels weird to say it but he probably is. The flipside of telepathy existing is the misery someone who wasn't his friend could have inflicted. There's Xavier, too, who surely must have known, right? He doesn't know the meaning of privacy - what should he have done with this information? We know what he did in canon - nothing. It's such an odd situation that it's hard to judge but if someone in your care is closeted for decades then maybe you didn't provide the best environment.

Thus, the ice twink was born. Next time, Teen Jean and Teen Bobby talk to the Bobby of this time period. That's going to be awkward to write about. Ultimately, it does portray common queer experiences (albeit with telepathy and time travel involved) and emphatically normalises not being straight. It's not perfect, and it wasn't very groundbreaking for 2014, but it's something.

#x comics #all new x men #bobby drake #jean grey #gay #x men #charles xavier #marvel girl #iceman #marvel #comics

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echo-circuit · 5 hours ago

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As an ace person, I'm currently writing a romance with no sex and my editors are giving me shit for it. Sex sells but I wish it didn't.

hi can this site stop demeaning non-romantic/non-sexual relationships and calling everyone who enjoys creating platonic and or familial fan content childish or immature.

stop trying to imply that the only way a relationship matters between two people is through romance and or sex.

stop treating people who are sex-repulsed or people who are just generally uninterested in sex like innocent children.

stop treating fan-works (that are sometimes created by aroace creators for other aroace people) that are focused on platonic or familial dynamics like they're less nuanced and cannot be deep.

and most of all, stop treating sex or romance as some sort of requirement to creating creative works.

#aroace #asexual #ill make it a better place if i have to drag the whole app kicking and screaming #im a nearly 30 year old man and ima let you know being ace? its ok. if no one else tell you that.#i will #you are loved #acephobia #can eat a whole bag of dicks #nah yall get sandpaper

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stormz369 · 1 day ago

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☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Jason Todd Week Special! Day 3: Monster

A/N: this unofficial mini-chapter is part of the event being run by @jasontoddweek2025 and can be enjoyed without reading the rest of the story

Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader

written with a female reader in mind, no use of Y/N, let me know if I missed anything worth tagging! Also, this scene is definitely based on that scene in WFA, so credit to them for the inspiration!

warnings/labels: hurt/comfort, use of pet names

wc: 900

CIGYN? Chapter Selection

“Monster!” The little girl screamed, cowering under her bed. The Red Hood grimaced under his mask, trying to reach her. They didn't have time for this, it was time to go.

“No monsters here kid, promise. Come on, we gotta get out of here! … Please, let me just …” He could almost reach her, if he could just get ahold of her wrist…

She squealed, kicking desperately. “Nooo! Lemme go!”

“Hood, three minutes.” Oracle's voice in his ear warned.

“Kiddo, we gotta get out of here, please…” He got ahold of her ankle and began gently pulling her toward him.

She shrieked, sobbing and kicking at his face.

“Ah! Hey, come on … oh, … is it the helmet you're scared of?” He sighed, releasing her, and she scurried back against the wall.

He quickly snapped the helmet off, crouching down so she could see his face. “Look, no helmet. See? I'm just a guy. I just want to help you.”

She sniffled, slowly looking back at him. She didn't look less scared, her eyes landed on his scarred cheek and stayed there, but she did let him fish her out from under the bed. He held her in his arms, smiling gently. “Alright, let's go find your mama, yeah?”

He ran out the door, the girl clinging to his leather jacket. The stairs down were engulfed in fire, so he ran up to the roof. He popped his helmet back on, ignoring the girl's whimpers, and shot a grappling hook at the neighboring building. “Hold tight, kid.”

She clung to him, screaming in terror as they descended. He landed hard on his knees, thrown off balance by her squirming, but she was uninjured. A woman ran over, pulling the girl out of his arms.

“Emmy! Oh god, honey are you ok?” She glanced at Red Hood, backing away as she pulled her crying daughter closer to her chest.

“Mommy! Mommy, the monster-” Hood stopped listening. He carefully got up, cracking his aching joints, and backed away. He vaguely heard Nightwing over the comms, but he wasn't going to respond. He couldn't. He needed to go. Now.

Hood made his way over to his bike. It roared to life and in an instant he was gone. He drove fast, letting the wind wash over him, as if it could drag away the words playing over in his mind. A dozen voices, all saying the same thing; monster. He was a monster. It didn't bother him when the thugs selling at the high schools said it. It was usually the last thing they could say. It didn't bother him when Bruce admonished him to not act like a monster, B was just worried. B couldn't fathom how Jason could come back from some of his actions, he could only call them monstrous.

It didn't even bother him when the villain of the week tried to claim he was more like them than his family. Most of them just liked playing mind games, they would say anything to get under his skin. No, all that was fine. But when civilians saw him in the mask, and all they saw was a monster … that stung. Red Hood was harsh, and aggressive, and violent, but he wasn't directionless. It wasn't random, uncontrolled violence. He chose his targets carefully, and he did it for them. To defend the defenseless. He wasn't a monster, he wasn't!

Beep! The Bluetooth in his helmet chirped at him, and then her voice poured through; “Jay? Oracle said you ran off. You ok?”

He sighed softly. Just the sound of her voice had the tension starting to ease out of his muscles. “Hey Doll … I'm ok … just wasn't anything else I could do …”

“... Ok. You comin' home?” She sounded a bit incredulous.

“... Soon. Gotta drive a bit…”

“... Wanna meet up? I could use the practice on my bike.”

“No, you shouldn't be seen driving with … one of us. I'll be home soon.”

“Ok baby. Love you.”

He sighed softly. “Love you more…”

The call ended, and he continued driving, just doing circles around her neighborhood at this point. After a while he parked at a safehouse, got changed, and used the tunnels underneath to get to a second safehouse. Jason's personal bike was parked out front, and he drove to her place.

She greeted him at the door, a bright smile on her face. When her hands clasped around his, he felt the last of the tension slip away, leaving him putty in her hands. She guided him to the dining room and into a chair. She set a plate in front of him, a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of tomato soup, and stood behind him. He ate slowly, and her hands lovingly ran through his hair and began massaging his neck and shoulders.

A soft groan escaped his lips as she worked, and slowly he started to feel human again. “... How do you do that?”

“Do what, my love?” She kissed the top of his head.

“... All the bad shit just … melts away, when you're with me.”

She smiled softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his jaw. “That’s ‘cause I got you, and you got me. Right, pretty boy?~”

He chuckled softly, looking up at her in wonder; “... Right. I got you, and you got me, ma.”

Jason Todd Week Taglist: @cottage-worm

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Fanart in the header by: @crowkip

#fanfic #fanfiction #jason todd #dc fanfic #jason todd x reader #dc #red hood x reader #wayne family adventures #no y/n #reader insert #x reader #chubby reader #jasontoddweek2025 #Can I Get Your Number? side stuff

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smytherines · 19 hours ago

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I had a lot of fun writing this one. I think reintegrated Tatiana Slozhno sort of necessitates a different style of writing than what I usually do, so I got to be very spontaneous and informal with it and just get out of my own way for once, and I'm really happy with the result

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What is or was the color of your mother's eyes?

She blinks. She doesn't know. She blinks again. Shouldn't she know? The voice on the intercom is cheery, and the room she's in is clean and well-appointed, and shouldn't she know the color of her mother's eyes?

Panic curls in her stomach and dread creeps up her spine as she realizes she cannot remember. She can't remember her name. She can't remember picking out the blouse and skirt and heels she is wearing. She can't remember how she got here, or where here is, or what here is.

The voice on the intercom says something, but she can't hear it. She launches herself at the door again, banging at it until her fists are sore. Screaming. Begging to be let out. Threatening and cajoling, kicking until the toes of her dark blue pumps are scuffed and deformed.

The voice on the intercom speaks again, but all she can think about is leaving. She steps out of one mangled shoe, holding it in her hand like a weapon, ready to strike the moment the door--

"Jesus, what the fuck?" It's Curt. His voice is high and loud and alarmed. Curt is here in front of her. In his house, his hands held up in front of his face like he's about to be--

Tatiana notices the boot in her hand, inches away from smashing into him. But that can't be right. She was just...

Shit. Reghabi told her to stay put, but she had to see him. Curt. Her friend, Curt M.

Mega. His name is Curt Mega.

And he's staring at her, equal parts confused and irritated, because while she knows him, he does not know her. For part of her, he's the only friend she has. For part of her, he's a stranger. For this version of him, she's nothing but the lunatic who accosted him at the automat.

Her head hurts.

She slowly lowers the boot until she ends up dropping it onto the floor. Curt relaxes, sort of. He runs his hands through his hair. He checks it a lot, or at least the other one did.

But it is him. Not the same him, but it looks like him, and talks like him, and has the same red-rimmed eyes as him. So it must be him. And if it's him, she can trust him. If it's him, she'll be safe.

Tatiana follows him down the stairs, into the basement, watches as he takes the cover off of a large brown couch and hands her a sleeping bag. And the whole time she can still hear it in her head.

What is or was the color of your mother's eyes?

She doesn't know.

"Well-- uhhh--," One of his hands rubs anxiously at the other, "you can sleep down here tonight. And tomorrow we can..." He nods, but doesn't finish.

The basement is sparse, just the couch and a few boxes piled up, but it's warm. And she is so tired.

There's a cigarette case-- silver filigree-- and a matching lighter on the little makeshift table near the couch. She reaches for it on impulse, because who wouldn't want a cigarette after the night she's had? Curt snatches it off the table, clutching it to his chest.

"I wouldn't have taken you for a smoker," she manages. She can spot nicotine stains better than most. She was trained to be observant.

"I'm not." His face twists uncomfortably. "It's... someone I knew."

Curt opens the case reflexively, clearly familiar with it. He examines the contents carefully. And finally, reluctantly, he hands her a cigarette and lights it for her. The case and the lighter go into his pocket.

"I always wondered why you were so sad." She takes a drag. The tobacco is old and stale, and it stings her lungs.

"What do you mean?" Curt asks, his voice oddly low and rumbling, shifting his weight back and forth between his legs the same way her friend does. Restlessness spilling out of him like a pot boiling over.

"Down there." She takes another drag, the pain in her head overwhelmed by lightheadedness and nausea. "Sometimes when you came in, your eyes--"

She ashes her cigarette.

"You're even sadder here." Tatiana finishes quietly.

He looks away like he knows.

Tatiana wonders if that is the kind of thing you're only supposed to say to a friend. It's been so long, she must've forgotten the rules.

Curt clears his throat. He won't meet her eyes now.

"Okay, well... if you need anything I'll be upstairs."

Upstairs with the empty liquor bottles. Upstairs with the reason why Curt M. always smells of alcohol, why he shakes and sweats at the end of the day. Upstairs with whatever thing is haunting him. She knows the feeling well.

What is or was the color of your mother's eyes?

She still can't remember. She isn't sure if she ever knew. How old do you have to be to remember a detail like that?

If she thinks carefully, she can remember golden red hair shining in the sun, a faint melody ringing in her ears, deft fingers braiding her hair.

She can remember the state facility, with its grey walls and the stench of antiseptic. The way light twisted and warped the dark hallways.

She can remember the sweater with her initials hand-stitched into the collar, burned in front of her for failing an objective.

She can remember the people she has killed and the ways that she killed them.

She can remember taking a job with Chimera to protect a family which exists only vaguely in the corners of her memory.

What is or was the color of your mother's eyes?

But not that.

Curt is fiddling with the boxes, like he wants to leave but doesn't know how.

Tatiana takes a final inhale, stubbing the cigarette to save the other half for morning. She crawls into the sleeping bag, pulling it up over half her face. She wants to disappear in it. She wants to go back.

She hears Curt moving something as her eyes drift closed.

When she opens her eyes it is pitch black.

She struggles out of the blankets, wearing her older brother's boots with newspaper stuffed inside them, and even in her coat and her boots she is the coldest she has ever been.

She can just barely make out the shape of the room now. She creeps along, hands held out in front of her, needing to find her way out.

She steps into the doorway and she can see a faint light. One of the kitchen chairs her grandfather made is in the fireplace turning to ash. She moves toward it in a trance. It looks warm.

"Tanechka, you should be in bed." Her mother's golden red hair takes on the glow from the fire as she approaches.

She kneels down in front of Tatiana, and sweeps her hair back, and presses a kiss to her forehead.

What is or was the color of your mother's eyes?

She watches as Curt's shadow disappears up the steps, and she whispers.

"Blue."

#r/russian said tanechka was a nickname for tatiana so hopefully I got that right?#also sorry but this one will probably only make sense to the people into spyverance or reading the posts #when I did my severance rewatch that question about the color of your mothers eyes got me thinking about tatiana #when I first said Tati should be the Petey I just wanted to give her an interesting role but hadnt thought too much about it #but the more I think about reintegrated Tati the more perfectly it fits #being mentally unstuck in time and thus being a prisoner of her past #getting to unravel her is very interesting to me #OH! And automats are kind of like a vending machine but restaurant sized? theyd put meals in glass displays #and you buy them with coins or tokens #spyverance

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mellowyellow236 · 2 days ago

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I have made a fic I made for @sunnysidesevenup’s Everend’s Cove: Moonlight Song event. There's some out of character stuff for Arlo, he definitely starts getting a bit further away from his normal self in the ending (I couldn’t figure out how to end it, so he took a figurative bullet for the rest of us) The groovy of the card I’m working on is at the bottom. I don’t know how I finished all of this first. (Quick side note! I only ever write romance, so it reads like that in some parts, but it’s meant to be interpreted as platonic. You are free to read and interpret it however you want, but know the waters were accidentally muddied.)

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Yuri huffed, sitting behind Arlo, two drinks in hand. She offered him one as a painfully high-pitched note was hit by the “singer” on stage.

“No.” He pushed the glass back as she shrugged and drank one, leaving the other on the rock beside where he rested in the water. She rolled her shoulders back with a small pop afterward, sticking her tongue out at the person not even looking at her.

“I didn’t spike yours. Or mine, this time. I’m not stupid.”

“That doesn’t make me trust you more.” She hit him lightly on the shoulder. He turned and glared at her. “You look like you did do something. Don’t make me clean up your mess.” She crossed her legs as he uncrossed his arms.

“Lilia’s mess.” A pause. “Well, he told me he wanted an excuse to do something stupid on stage. Before you ask, I don’t know what.” There was another lull in the conversation before a mutual wince. “Why would you want to come here? It’s a high- No, middle school talent show in disguise.” She casually degraded. He shrugged.

“I didn’t. My sibling signed me up.” Makes sense. “And there are some good singers. Somewhere, probably. Stop annoying me and go look for them.” She gave him a raised eyebrow before he dropped his glare and turned back around. “And you didn’t ask Lilia what he wanted to do?”

“You’re a good singer, first of all. Secondly, not my circus, not my monkeys.”

“You spiked his drink.” He huffed and narrowed his eyes into slits. “I’m not going to be cleaning up the mess.”

“With his permission.” She pointed out and poked the back of his head. He pushed her hand away before she grabbed his wrist. “And he’s a fae. Nothing I could sneak from the Night Raven to here could do anything to him. He just wants an excuse to be chaotic.” Arlo tugged his hand back. She rested hers on the shore behind him where she sat.

The conversation fell into a mildly awkward silence once more. Yuri took a deep breath, chilly air tickling her nose and throat. It was a few moments before she spoke up again.

“So… Your siblings. What’re they like?”

“Bad.” She stifled a giggle, before pausing at his serious face. She frowned.

“Like… Bad as in ‘I’m still petty about that thing we did when we were five’? Or bad like… Bad. No good. Horrible family.”

“Second option.” She nodded and grabbed his arm again, tugging him out of the water. Her face was serious, though there was a hint of fun in her eyes. He glared again as she pulled him. “What are you doing?”

“You have terrible siblings and parents who are absent from this event. I’m doing you a favor!” She joked, hosting him up. Gleaming, dark scales glowed a shimmering purple in the full moonlight.

“How is dragging me out of the water when I have a tail a favor.” It was a fairly easy grab him once she got his hands to let go of the large rocks he had been resting next to.

“Upsy-daisy!”

“Put me down!” He whisper-screamed, trying not to draw attention to them but still getting his point across. He narrowed his eyes as she snickered and started to skip around the stone jetty, away from where the competition was taking place.

“No-oh!” She taunted, giggling as she spun with him over her shoulder, as though he was a sack of potatoes. He kicked her with his tail, shining scales hitting soft silk and sparkly golden thread. “You are a sad child who never got the pleasure of being taken out of a school concert early to get ice cream!”

“Why would I want that?”

“Because running away from bad singing with the person who’s heard you rehearsing in the shower is more entertaining!” She cackled, bouncing him up slightly. “Besides, your turn to sing isn’t until nearly the end, and I’ve already gone! I’ve got enough time to pull you away for an adventure!” He hit her shoulder, making her drop half of the sash she wore over her arms. She snickered again, grabbing him by the stomach and tossing him up.

As Yuri spun around, Arlo let out a frustrated yelp, attempting to push away from her grip. The salty air ran around them, giggles echoing across the surface of the water. Arlo couldn’t help but roll his eyes. With a dramatic flourish, she softly threw him into a bush. Granted, a bush with no thorns and fairly soft leaves so he wasn’t badly hurt or cut, but a bush nonetheless.

“The hell?! This isn’t any fun!” He hit her with his tail, making her grab him before they both fell into the waiting ocean. The ocean was surprisingly chilly, a stark contrast to the warm, humid air they had just been in.

As they surfaced, droplets glistened on their skin like stars in the night sky, and Yuri couldn't help but laugh at the tangled mess of seaweed clinging to Arlo's tail. It was a bright sound, a real laugh, not contained by the need for silence in a crowd or reputation in the school. The fireflies danced around them, flickering a pale yellow light into the blinding white from the full moon high above them in the star-filled sky. She grabbed his shoulders when he tried to swim away and into the sea.

They dove deeper into the water, bubbles floating around them, coming off in ways from laughter and the white noise normal speech had turned into underwater. Arlo attempted to shake her off, but she only clutched him more tightly in response. The ocean was alive with hues of blue and green, illuminated by the soft glow of bioluminescence coating his tail.

They came up once more, if only so Arlo could legably scream “Get off of me!” And attempt to shove her away. She willingly released him from her arms at the point, out of breath and cackling like a madman. Despite being let go, Arlo continued to stay in the area, swimming to the side of her. “Your makeup’s ruined. Did you really not use waterproof eyeliner?” She poked his head softly, pink-tinted purple nails hitting deeper purple scales.

“I didn’t think I’d get dragged into the sea.”

“I didn’t drag you anywhere, you grabbed me!” He hissed. His tail flapped against the water, ripples reflecting the bright moonlight that shone in from high above.

“Oh please. I haven’t done anything wrong, you’re just my baby brother.” She bumped into him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’m not your anything-”

“Who I would very much appreciate if he would carry me because I am but a weak maiden in need of assistance!” She loudly cut him off, tightening her grip. It was a losing battle to attempt to leave Yuri without possibly ending up with her dead in the water once the potion wore off, so Arlo just glared and shook his head wildly when she tried to pet him. “A weak maiden who could freeze! How cold must you be to try and leave me alone here! In the open ocean!” She gasped, the arm that hadn’t snaked its elbow around his neck going to rest its wrist over her forehead.

“I’m still not your brother.”

“Shut up. My baby brother’s not in this realm, your siblings are apparently the worst, this makes perfect sense. Like Married at First Sight but in a family way.” She shooed him with her hand despite making no move to get off.

“Do I want to know?” He huffed as she pushed her cheek against his, faces side by side.

“Do you like reality television?” She poked his other cheek before he was able to respond. “Well, doesn’t matter! You won’t once I’m done with you!” She gave him a slight nuzzle. “And I hope you’ll remember the name of every single divorced couple on there because I will not let you forget.”

“I’m not going to watch it with you.” She only laughed and dunked his head underwater once more. He took her down with him, turning the pair upside down under the blanket of the dark sea. The cool embrace of the ocean enveloped them and everything felt weightless. The moonlight danced above the water, creating a beautiful source of light for that brief moment before they came back up. At that second, the world was surreal and magical. Arlo glanced over at her as they broke the surface again, water cascading off his scales and her skin.

Her laughter mixed with the sounds of the ocean until he joined in a mild chuckle. She pinched his cheeks, pulling him closer to her. “See? This is so much better than being back at the concert.” He only let her go, and with a pink back, spoke.

“Fine. If you’re so insistent on games, I’ll race you back to the shore.” He spoke she let him go for once so they could swim back to the shore separately. He ended up doing three rounds around her and the shoreline before ‘barely’ getting back onto the sand before her. Water dripped off them and left wet trails in the sand, sticking to Yuri’s clothes and under Arlo’s nails when he clutched them into the pale grains. Arlo lay back in the cool sand and gazed up at the stars, a comfortable silence settling over them for just a moment.

Arlo then opened his eyes and sat up straight. Yuri turned her pale blue gaze in his direction.

“And right after I got comfortable, too…”

“I still need to perform for the competition.” She sat up slowly.

“…Need to be carried…?”

“I can swim around the jetty.” She lifted him up and into her arms a second time. While he didn’t try to hit her this time he made his displeasure known through a glare.

“Nope.” She threw him up for a moment. His nails dug into her shoulders as he hissed at her. The moon shone as she made her way through the path set through circular rocks on the ground. Moss and ferns toughed her feet, as she had long since sent her silk shoes due to the wet conditions of the ground. “This is my job now.”

“You owe me nothing.”

“You owe me rights after making me come here.” She jostled him around a bit. A nearby firefly, spooked by the movement, flew away. Arlo caught it, caging it into his hands for a moment. When he opened them, it fluttered out once more.

“I never made you come here.”

“Okay, maybe you didn’t, but it was your idea.” He smacked her arm with his tail. She dipped him, to which he attempted to make her stumble by shifting repeatedly, which soon succeeded as she slipped on some plants growing on the almost covered stepping stones and every crack in between them. While they didn’t fall, they certainly managed to knock into a tree once more, sending waves of beautiful beads light swarming away and swimming through the crisp night air.

They flew through the sky, lighting their path as they continued to walk back to the competition. Arlo paused to stare at them, the creatures foreign to the sea, and yet their glow so similar to his own. Yuri shook her head like a dog, drops flying off of milky white hair. “If you like those, I’ll take you to visit my home someday. They are all over the place every summer.”

He hummed, “No.”

“I’ll drag you there anyway.” She set him down on the shore. They were back in their original spot near the back. He swam out, observing the stage. It seems his turn hadn’t yet passed, but was quickly approaching. “Go out there and knock ‘em dead, Cholarlo.”

“Well aware. Don’t call me that.” He narrowed his eyes. She laughed and waved her hand as he swam away, his front still facing her.

“Arlie?” He splashed her. “Lolo?” A second time. “Ari?” She doesn’t get hit in the face with seawater this time, instead choosing to chuckle. “What does your boyfriend call you? Your darling Neige LeBlache-?”

“Not my boyfriend. I’m not listening to you.”

“Baby? Love?” He put his hands over his ears and glared at her. “My dearest heart and soul, Arlo, my little par-” He pushed his way under the water, so he could no longer hear her. He bobbed back up after a moment.

“How do you know that I like him?”

“How are you not dating him yet? Careful, I will swoop in and wingman you so hard he falls for me!” She laughed as he hissed, carrying the conversation on with the glass from the drink they had long since left spilled in the water. ”Oh my, Neige, you’re so beautiful, but I bet your sweater would look nicer on the floor of the little cutie Arlo’s room, who’s totally available and just loves you so, so much it’s disgusting to look at because he thinks you’re the most jaw-dropping, stunning, handsome man in the seven seas~!” He swam away and towards the stage, mild disgruntlement showing on his face through a furrowed brow and the usual scowl, leaving Yuri cackling to herself on the surface, a smile etched into her features as the cool ocean breeze blew past her.

I don’t know how I half-switched writing styles midway through this. I doubt it’s that noticeable since I went back in and added more details in the first half, but like… It was weird before that. Moral of the story; Don’t write five hours after you usually go to bed. I had to edit this seven times to make it legible, you don’t even want to know. Not to mention the end was, like, 600 words earlier not including added details. This was the “good enough” draft after I gave up making Arlo’s characterization 100% perfect.

“Cholarlo” is just the word Choleric (“bad-tempered or irritable” according to the dictionary, anything overly annoying and rude according to me) plus Arlo’s name.

Writing Arlo and Yuri together was fun. They make each other worse by egging the other on with insults. This was half inspired by me reading about Arlo’s personality and thinking that if Arlo ever met Yuri, she'd get really attached really quickly. Her actual little brothers aren’t there to mess with, so she’ll just steal a new one. [More dynamic rambling starts after the drawings because I yap too much]

*For anyone who’s really into historical Chinese fashion and accuracy looking at the outfit designs: I know that a pibo wasn’t historically worn with cheongsams. The sash isn’t meant to be a pibo, it’s just a sash that ties the outfit together well since without it it’s just an overload of blue and the arms look too bare. For those that aren’t, Yuri is wearing a cheongsam with a western skirt underneath and a sash over/around her arms.

Yuri and Arlo are interesting to me because if they ever met, I think they’d get along either really well or really badly.

Yuri’s a liar by nature. Her main, and arguably only “important” skill once she comes to NRC, is reading people and adjusting her personality accordingly to be able to get what she wants out of them. It’s better seen in my Royalty AU, but in the opposite direction of her normal personality, where she purposefully gets a rise out of those around her. Meanwhile, Arlo can’t lie to save his life, and I imagine that he’d likely not like being around people who do considering how much he seems to dislike visiting his siblings during this event, although that could be for other reasons.

But even if Arlo doesn’t, Yuri can tell if someone else is lying, and seeing that he’s not… She gets comfortable. He’s honest so she doesn’t need to worry about hurting his feelings by doing the same, and she can bite back without ruining her reputation because he hates everyone. It’s freeing for her to be able to be around anyone who’s constantly telling the truth, and even more if they’re a jerk about it.

And since he’s caused her to let her guard down, she starts to love bomb, for lack of a better term. Very much the argument of “Well now that you’re here I can’t let you go because if you leave I know for a fact that my real personality is bad and I don’t want to be a bad person so you have to stay” She tries to get him to love her like a sibling so that way she can get away with being moody or annoying, because she’s just his big sister! It’s okay because it’s all in good fun at the end of the day! It’s a desperation to make him care about her back so that way she can prove to herself that she’s doing something right. It’s also something not exclusive to Arlo, as in my canon, Idia and Ace end up getting some of that treatment too.

I don’t entirely know how Arlo would feel about it, but that’s definitely how Yuri would act with him if they ever met. I assume he’d either like her or hate her, no in between.

#Moonlight Song Competition #twisted wonderland #twst disney #yuusona #twst wonderland #twst fan event #twst fanart #twst fanfic #twst yuu oc #the best part of writing is putting the document into Tumblr after I'm done and watching Grammarly attempt to figure out what tone I'm usin

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Canary boy | Chapter 4

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“Look who has finally decided to grace us with her presence!”

“Hello, Vic” I say, giving her a hug. She is my best friend from university, the first person who talked to me on my first day, and the one who always helps me and shares her notes with me when I need them. If it wasn't because of her, I don't know how I would have passed most of my exams.

“You don't know how much I miss you, Inés.”

“I miss you too” I say, squeezing her a bit tighter.

After her, some of my other friends and classmates come to say hello, and then…

“Inés?” Pedri says as he leaves the classroom, his smile growing wider as he processes that I actually am real and standing in front of him. “What are you doing here?”

“Today we finished training earlier because it was recovery day, and I told myself… Why don't I stop by the campus, pay my friends a visit, and maybe invite them to have a drink all together? I can't remember the last time we did that” I shrug, making his smile grow a bit more when he understands my reference.

“I think that's a wonderful idea!” Vic says.

“Are you guys in?” I ask them. Besides Vic, I am the closest with two other guys, Ander and Nacho, and a girl, Lucía. Though she is sick and hasn't attended class today according to what they have told me.

“I can't say no to free beers” Nacho laughs.

“Pedri?” I ask him. He looks weird, as if he has seen a ghost. And his smile is completely gone.

“I…”

“Gordiiiiii!” someone with a very high pitched voice screams.

“Not her” I hear Vic say before rolling her eyes.

“Who?” I ask.

“Hello, gordi” the girl says, completely ignoring us all and hugging Pedri by the neck before forcing him to kiss her. Because the one screaming and calling him “gordi”, is Nerea. His girlfriend.

“Hi” he replies, his arms limp by his sides.

“Aren't you happy to see me?”

“I am.”

“Then why aren't you hugging me back?”

“Sorry” he says, doing it the same way you see some famous people do when they take photos with fans and they are uncomfortable or don't want to touch them. “I just wasn't expecting to see you today. Didn't you have class until lunch time?”

“I did, but they canceled it all because our teacher got sick” she shrugs.

“Shame” Pedri sighs. “I mean, I feel bad for your teacher. Because there seems to be some virus going around, Lucía also is sick.”

“Lucky you, you have a future nurse taking care of you” she giggles before booping his nose and now making me roll my eyes. I just hope no one has noticed.

“Anyway…” Nacho says. “Should we get going? I could do with that beer right now.”

“Wait, were you going some… You” Nerea says after checking the people around her and realising she isn't alone. “Shouldn't you be kicking a ball or whatever it is you do?”

“Hello to you too, Nerea” I reply with my best smile. We have only met a few times, but every single one of them, she's looked and talked to me as if I smelled like rotten cheese. “And no, no kicking a ball for me today.”

“And don't you have anything else to do? Anywhere else to be?”

“Nerea…”

“What?” she says, looking at Pedri. “She is kind of famous, isn't she? Or that's what you say. Famous people have busy lives.”

“Yes, Inés is famous in the football world and her life sometimes is a bit hectic” Vic says, linking her arm with mine. “But unlike others, she doesn't forget about her friends or where she comes from, and always finds a moment to be with them.”

“She is one of those down to earth ones” Nerea says with a fake smile.

“Exactly” Vic replies. “And now if you'll excuse us, we have to go” she says before starting to walk away, dragging me behind her.

“Pedri, aren't you coming?” Ander asks him.

“I…”

“We are” Nerea says, grabbing his arm and starting to walk.

“I think we are gonna need something stronger than beer to deal with her” Vic whispers.

“What?” I chuckle.

“She's become insufferable, Inés. I don't know what has happened to her, but… You'll see” she says while I look back at Nerea and Pedri.

She's texting with her free hand, the other definitely digging into his arm as he tries to get free and walk next to Nacho and Ander. You can see it on the way his face twists.

And maybe I am a bit (or very) biased here and I'm basing this in all the romantic movies I've watched and my own feelings, but that… that's not how a happy and in love couple looks like.

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“Thank you very much” Nacho smiles at the waiter after he brings us our drinks. “Should we make a toast?”

“To Inés” Ander says. “To having an amazing season and coming to visit us more often.”

“Especially if it means free beer” Nacho adds, making us all laugh. All, but Nerea, who didn't want anything to drink and is just sitting as close to Pedri as their chairs allow her to. And him… He keeps looking as miserable as he did before, the chuckle he just left after Nacho's comment being the saddest one I've heard in a long time. Who is this guy and what has this woman done to the funny and cheeky one I know?

“To Inés!” Nacho says.

“To me” I smile when they all raise their drinks.

“Woah, careful there” Vic laughs when Ander almost chokes with his. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. But don't move.”

“What?”

“Don't move, Victoria” he says, sinking a bit in his seat.

“Why?” she asks with a confused look.

“Just don't move!”

“Wait… isn't that girl behind Vic the one I saw you with the other day?” I ask him.

“What?” Vic says, quickly turning around. “She is! Ander, are you trying to hide from her?”

“Maybe” he shrugs, sinking in his chair a bit more and covering his face with his drink.

“What did you do this time?” I laugh.

“Nothing.”

“Ander…”

“I did nothing, Inés. She's the one who does… things.”

“Things?” Pedri asks him, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah, things. Like… intimately.”

“Is she into bdsm or something?” Nacho laughs. “Oh my God, she is!” he says when Ander’s face turns bright red.

“Holy shit” Pedri laughs, finally sounding like himself.

“It isn't funny, ok?” Ander says, sitting up once the girl has left. “Can we talk about something else, please?”

“Yes, let's talk about something else” Nerea says. “Like Inés, for example.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. As a famous football player, you must have a bunch of boys sliding into your dms.”

“Not really.”

“No? Why?”

“I don't know” I shrug.

“C'mon, Inés. You know why” Nacho says. “People believe you and Víctor are secretly together, and they are scared of him. Especially knowing the way he is on the pitch” he chuckles.

“But we aren't.”

“Aren't you?” Nerea asks me. “Because I've seen the comments he leaves on your Instagram posts, all the hearts and heart eyes emojis. And you are constantly doing videos and campaigns together.”

“I also leave those emojis on Leah Williamson’s posts, and that doesn't mean we are together” Ander says.

“Maybe because you aren't his type? Like at all?” Vic laughs.

“Yeah, well. Little details” he shrugs.

“But if you aren't together, why does he do that?” Nerea asks me.

“Because he's hoping that it will somehow make Inés fall in love with him” Vic says.

“Fall in love? I think he's trying something else, Vic” Nacho says. “Something like what Ander and that girl did, but a bit more gentle.”

“Nacho!” Vic and I say, hitting him at the same time.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry” he apologises. “But you all know that's what he wants.”

“He isn't the first person I've seen trying to do that, tho” Nerea says. “To somehow try to convince someone to sleep with them by leaving that kind of comments… or by liking all their Instagram posts” she says, looking at me.

Shit. She's noticed. Of course she's noticed! It's her boyfriend’s Instagram, Inés! If Carla noticed after just a quick scroll, of course she has too!

“Don't you find him attractive, Inés?” she asks me. “He's really hot.”

“Too many muscles” I quickly say, taking a sip from my drink to somehow hide that my cheeks have started to burn.

“He could give me half of them and still have too many” Nacho laughs.

“He isn't your type, then?” Nerea asks me again.

“Nope.”

“Then how do you like your men?”

“I don't know” I shrug.

“C'mon, Inés. We all know our type” she insists. “Like maybe you like them with brown eyes, dark hair, not too tall, with facial hair, an accent…”

“Shit!” Vic jumps when my phone starts ringing, making everything on the table shake with its vibration and stopping Nerea's description of Pedri. The others may have not noticed since my phone covered her voice when she mentioned the accent, but I have and so has he, the way he was clenching his jaw saying it all.

“I have to take this, it's my agent” I say, getting up from my chair while Nerea doesn't take her eyes from me. I actually feel them in the back of my head the whole time I'm on my phone.

“Everything ok?” Vic asks me when I join them again.

“I'm afraid I have to leave.”

“What? Why?”

“An interview I was supposed to be giving tomorrow has been rescheduled for today. El clásico week, you know” I shrug.

“Oh, yes!” Ander says. “I'm so sorry I can't go watch you play, Inés… But you know I'm doing this course during the weekends, and I can't skip any of the classes.”

“It's ok, don't worry.”

“Are you guys going?” he asks everyone else.

“I love Inés very much, but you all know football bores me to death” Vic chuckles.

“And I have my cousin's wedding” Nacho says. “Though if I could skip it and go to the game instead, God knows I would.”

“They are gonna give you free drinks and you love that, Nacho. You said it a few minutes ago” Vic says.

“Yeah, but the company won't be the same.”

“Aww” she says, giving him a hug. “What about you, Pedri? Are you going to the game?”

“He can't” Nerea says, stopping him before he is able to say anything. “We are going away on a romantic trip. Aren't we, gordi?”

“Yeah” he replies, forcing himself to smile.

“Can't wait to be alone just the two of us. It's gonna be so special…” she says before grabbing him by the chin and basically forcing him to kiss her. Again.

“It's ok, guys. Don't worry” I say, trying to ignore what is going on next to me and the way Nerea is giggling. “We'll meet again soon and make up for today and the game.”

“Will you be paying for our drinks?” Nacho asks me.

“I will, don't worry. And I better get going. I'm meeting my agent for lunch and I can't be late.”

“Then let me give you a hug” Vic says, getting up from her seat. “You are so lucky you won't have to deal with Nerea and her jealousy anymore…” she whispers.

“What?”

“She's so jealous of you, Inés” she whispers even lower before looking at her. She is now basically making out with Pedri's neck, him looking the other way while being as stiff as a wooden plank. “Anyway, good luck, and go Barça or whatever it is you say.”

“Go Barça is fine” I smile. “Goodbye, guys.”

“Pedri, where are you going?” Nerea says when he finally frees himself from her grip and stands up.

“To the bathroom. Am I not allowed to?” he says, sounding harsher than he probably wanted to.

“Yes, of course. Go.”

“Thank you” he says, starting to walk in my direction. “See you soon, Inés” he says as he passes by my side, his smile (the one I like and that I know is real) making my stomach do funny things.

“Bye” I manage to say, my voice coming out too low. And why? Because he has touched my fingers as he walked past me.

And even though it's been the slightest of touches, it's been enough to send electricity all the way up my arm and to other parts of my body, something I hope no one else has noticed, and definitely not Nerea.

Definitely not her.

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri fanfic #pedri gonzalez fanfic #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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peachsukii · 2 days ago

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During the movie marathon, Kirishima keeps his hand on my waist, thumb circling over the fabric of my shirt. And because I’m sandwiched between him and Bakugo, Kirishima’s hand keeps brushing against Bakugo’s side when he moves. It makes Bakugo twitch every damn time, and he hates how much it’s killing him. He’s so distracted by the ‘innocent’ bumps of Kirishima’s hand that all he wants to do is scream. He practically jumps out of his skin when Kirishima's fingers fidget with the fabric of Bakugo's shirt for only a second before he stops. He's in denial — that was an accident. Kirishima had to think it was my shirt, not his. Right? ...Right?

Later, Kirishima gets up and heads to the bathroom during the second movie. It's not long before Bakugo gets up too, following after him. He waits by the door impatiently, and when Kirishima comes out, Bakugo grabs him by the shirt and pulls him into his bedroom across the hall. He shuts the door behind them as quietly as his shaking hands can manage.

"Ei, what the fuck are you doing?" Bakugo all but yells, trying to keep his emotions in check. "Why the hell do you keep touchin' me and shit?"

Kirishima laughs softly before reaching out to touch his arm. “Sorry, man. Not tryin’ to confuse you. I was just testing the waters,” he shakes his head with a smile. “Remember how you asked if Rei and I were exclusive? And I said not for the right person?”

Bakugo gives him a confused look, his eyes a little wide with disbelief. “…yeah?”

Kirishima inches closer to Bakugo until he’s in his personal bubble. “I’ve been flirting with you all night to see how you’d react. I see the way you look at Rei, but I needed to know you weren’t only looking at her.”

“But I—” Bakugo stutters as he feels his whole body heating up. “I’m not…”

“You don’t have to label it,” Kirishima says as he brushes a stray piece of hair from Bakugo’s face. “I like you, Katsuki. And I like Rei, too. It doesn’t need to be deeper than that.”

Without warning, Bakugo rips himself away from Kirishima and stomps out into the living room, instantly demanding that everyone leave. “Alright, movie night’s over. I gotta get to bed for patrol in the morning. Get out before I get cranky.”

No one bats an eye and gathers their stuff to leave, saying their goodbyes and grumbling about Bakugo being an old man for kicking everyone out before 9PM. And when they’re all gone, Kirishima walks out into the living room and gives me a smirk. Bakugo turns around with his back against the front door and a hand dragging down his face, his nerves on full display as we watch from the living room.

“Guess it’s just us three,” Kirishima laughs and sits next to me with an arm around my shoulder. “Finally.”

“Not for the right person.”

That phrase burns in Bakugo’s brain for days. What the fuck did Kirishima mean by that? That him and myself are in an open relationship…or wiling to be? It’s driving him batshit insane, but he’s too stubborn to press Kirishima for details. So, he stews in his own frustration for the next week or so.

Kirishima and I had talked about trying an open relationship, purely out of curiosity. Not that we were bored with one another, but it’s something we casually stumbled into talking about in the middle of the night while blissed out in each other’s arms. Needless to say, it was shocking that both of us were okay with it — excited, even. Neither of us named anyone, but I don’t think we needed to even say who we thought of.

Cut to a movie night at Bakugo’s place with everyone, we’re all gathered in his nice ass apartment. We’ve been here before, plenty of times, but tonight felt…different. Bakugo hovers around me more than usual, whether it be standing in the kitchen while snacking on some food or grabbing a drink from the fridge. Kirishima doesn’t bat an eye, in fact, he keeps leaving my side anytime Bakugo comes up to us, as if he’s testing his best friend’s control. He watches with a smirk on his face from afar every time, winking in our direction with approval.

“The fuck is he winkin’ at?” Bakugo snarls under his breath near me, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s done that five times in the last ten goddamn minutes.”

I can’t help but laugh. “He’s being flirty.”

Bakugo’s about to make some snarky comment when the word ‘flirty’ registers. Kirishima was looking at him, not just me.

#☆.kireibaku #eheheheheh #Kiri making the first move gives me goosebumps and I just know Bakugo’s been itching for some sort of confirmation #and Bakugo’s just there with a stunned Pikachu face #realizing oh…oh shit maybe I do like him too

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