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sunnykeysmash · 1 year ago

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my thoughts on the first two episodes of s16

I don't even know where to begin, so let's start with just opinions: I loved it. Honestly, I've wanted sunny to delve into the characters for years, so this is all I've ever dreamed of. The differences in direction are also stunning and very visually interesting. idk it's great

If you've read my meta post on s14 and s15, you know what I think about the direction of the show, and season 16 is following exactly what I had expected in that regard imo.

It's not just how it revolves around nostalgia and "legacy/history" though. It also manages to do so in the direction and editing style of these two episodes.

Many choices surprised me here: we all know the zooming in during the pulse scene, but also the tendency to move the camera to reveal a previously unseen part of the environment (which has happened... three times! in inflates), the camera following the characters through the environment (dennis going from kitchen to living room, charlie moving from the new room to the entrance) which reminds me of the camera work in charlie work, roller rink and jumper (when they battle for the casaba specifically), all moments that have been praised for being "different" regarding to usual MO for sunny, and many close ups which usually aren't something that's used a lot.

Many times the usual sunny music came on and it felt almost jarring (POSITIVELY!!! intentionally wrong) because of how serious the moment had been. Like old lady house, you know?

So, to me, this is the first season without a structure. Nothing is sacred, especially not the past (dennis and mac get rid of the couch they've rented for 15 years [don't have to explain why 15 is important right], mrs mac wipes her butt with the "legacy of war" [aaah we'll come back to this], frank gives up the gun which is called his legacy and history, etc).

It may seem like s16 is being episodic and "back to past form" but I think that couldn't be further from the truth!! This is a new sunny, and the characters have continuity.

I have a feeling that by the end of the season those new room and bathroom will be used, because there is no "return to status quo", and to pretend there is would just be denial. Frank knows about the rooms now. But ehh anyway.

Something else that really surprised me these new episodes was Mac.

If you know me you know that I think Mac is pretty much the structure. He's the man who carries.

In a season with no structure, Mac is off.

He's unable to see any subtext no matter how obvious (buys literal nuts, doesn't see what Donald means), he's once again in complete denial about everything, he often guesses the complete opposite of what's actually intended ("consider it an offering" "of war?" "of peace- what is going on with you dude?" / "frank just shot us" "AWESOME!"), hyperfocused on the past, on legacy and history, (on winning a prize in risk e. rat?), he honestly seems to embody everything that Big Mo was fighting against.

This isn't entirely new for mac, he's displayed these traits before, but it seems much louder right now and intentional.

Especially if you consider, for example:

"I think it's time that I started sucking down the words of the Bible. And instead of looking for pieces of ass, I'd just look for peace."

Now, here's what I think happened.

He did get unraveled in s15. Not in the sense that he wasn't him anymore, but in the sense that he lost faith in the church, and is now trying to find something else that can "fill him up".

In a continuation of the identity themes in s15, I think Mac doesn't know who he is anymore, and is looking for any sense of meaning. Especially clinging to the past, even if the past was worse.

"This place has a dark past. Murder, betrayal, beheadings."

"Well, you know, it's a castle, Dee. You know, people were going crazy in castles all the time. And beheading people... well, that was just their way of solving problems back then, you know."

Even the letters Mac is so fixated on, written during world war II.

So if the past is war, and the future is peace, Mac is stuck in the past. So he still embodies the structure, it's just... we're not doing things that way anymore.

We may be redefining what legacy is. The gang thinks it's your past, when really, it's your future. It's what YOU pass down. (god stop me from quoting hamilton but... it's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see. cmon it's perfect. anyway)

And when you're so focused on the past, you miss what's happening right in front of you, you don't realize you have everything you've ever wanted right in front of you (like Mac with Donald...).

So what we're doing right now I think, is actually pivoting.

But... a pivot is also "the most important thing that everything else is based on or arranged around".

I don't know, maybe it's not farfetched to say that it's Mac and Dennis. Being codependent, they revolve around each other, they're each other's pivot.

Dennis is changing, which throws Mac off balance.

What else... uhh the lamp thing, definitely lampshading. And Charlie insisting on the return of the status quo and saying his investment was only "ten dollars a unit", to me that's again the seasons we used to get.

The teeth thing is a lot like the soup... they're being used incorrectly. He should keep them in his mouth... obviously.

I think that is to say that they're probably gonna find their way back to the structure, like, that it was simply used incorrectly. Like if Mac and Dennis got together for example, that wouldn't be something scandalous and against the structure at all, because it was already built in. Nothing changes. It's like the circle of life, like... it's all a circle (or a hole!), and they're just going round, ending up exactly where they started. Maybe. (!!)

Also ep2 calls back to tends bar:

"You figured out the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the entire world and you got it for me."

And this dialogue

"should we just attack him and take it?" "no he'll mow us down like Scarface, we can't come at him like that, we'll spook him." "you give that dog the best day of his life, and then you turn off the lights when he least expects it..."

Reminds me of season 14. One last classic season before you "turn the lights off" (but dee and dennis never meant to kill frank! just like big mo wasn't the finale). It also reminds me of season 12 now that I think about it, I mean... "turning off the lights", DDL... yeah.

Also reminds me of chop

"He came back! My dog came back!" "How the hell is that dog still alive?" "Yeah, Mac, why don't you just put that poor thing out of its misery?" "Put him down? What, are you crazy? This is my dog, Dee. I love him."

And!!!!

Wait, speaking of "history".

-"I'm the one who stayed, I'm the one who takes care of you, how could you do that?"

[...] -"it's okay, I'm not mad at you. it's fine."

"I love you."

"I love you too. I love you too, you know that."

"I made a mistake."

"you did make a mistake. I didn't mean to upset you"

This dialogue resonates to me as very applicable to Mac and Dennis (so much dialogue tends to 😭), because you know who else "gave away their history"? Dennis, when he went away. Mac stayed, Mac takes care of Dennis... (well, now I'm just hoping we'll finally get a north dakota mention)

Aaaand idk what else. It's never wise to try to read meta when so little of the season is out yet... also I'm tired and rambly and I know a lot of this will be wrong but uh. There's a lot of macdennis in the air. And I also think both Mac and Dennis are at their very lowest points, and they need each other, or things may go south.

#s16 spoilers #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #always sunny #analysis #Sorry this post is so disorganized I'm really tired hfksf #too many thoughts and head empty

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senka-mesecine · 1 month ago

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I liveeee for some enemies to lovers, so how do you think Barnes would handle having a thing for a nurse who generally doesn’t like or respect him, like, publicly? Would he just declare she’s his and she can just cope or would he have a little more tact? Also, how do you think he’d react when she finally comes around?

Thing is, I firmly headcanon that once upon a time him and Elias used to be friends.

Really good friends.

Heck, even Taylor himself proclaimed that he admired Barnes...in the beginning anyway. Rhah even outright begrudges him for it. Most of his fellow platoon members had a phase when they downright loved or admired him, only to jump to hating or fearing him, so this is nothing new to him and Barnes doesn't care because there's a new sucker born every minute --- he gets sent brand new men fresh in from the world and the cycle restarts itself and there will be new sons of bitches who either love him or hate him, so really, what's new under the sun? He's still fighting for the taking of everyone's souls regardless, or to be less poetic, he's fighting to ensure his influence over them ultimately wins out and trumps everything and everyone else whether they want to or not --- a nurse who hates him is no different, nothing he ain't seen before and he might even openly say she's his to her face and that wont ever change, repackaging and reframing the meaning of his words in a way where it sounds like she as a platoon member and an asset of it that is his, rather than she as an actual person is his because Barnes still has enough of a professional veil to thread with calculated tact, but the point is just transparent enough for her to be able to know exactly what he meant.

Barnes is amused by her hatred, if anything.

It's like witnessing an angry little pup barking up his legs.

He might just go out of his way with shock factor to outrage and repulse her even more; garner even more ragefuel which he can throw in her face later. See, someone running on that much loathing can't be all that good herself, he might reproach her as a way to gaslight and manipulate her. Ultimately, Barnes might think alright, she dislikes me, I'll give her something to truly dislike me for and genuinely start being more of a hard-ass than ever before purely so he could garner that nurse's resentment to the maximum, down to the last drop, until she legitimately starts becoming a worse person for it because she's becoming a negative individual herself --- after all, he sees it as a weird sort of victory. He's on her mind unwittingly day and night because she's there heatedly and obsessively pondering how much of an evil lowlife prick he is, that he should be court martially, dishonorably discharged, jailed, you name it, and all these bad thoughts are winning out over good thoughts she could be having instead and Barnes knows that, viewing it as spiritual warfare. A spiritual war he's singlehandedly winning. She's not thinking about a beau or a sweetheart back home, how she'd like to be a bride upon return, about how she could best compose a letter to her family, how she'll arrange the figurative nursery, but she's thinking about him instead. Out of all the uplifting, beautiful, hopeful and kind things in the world --- it's him she's piqued on. Not even people who love each other are this invested.

So, when she starts coming around?

Barnes has been expecting it all along.

The opposite of love is not hate; it's indifference, and the nurse has been anything but indifferent. She might think he's an animal, a war criminal, a common murderer, an uncultured mountain hick and a barbarian. A savage. The devil. Sure. Basically he's conned her into conning herself into being so hellbent on him and what he does and how he does it she's accidentally fell into the trap of a fixation, a passion-filled, begrudging hyperfocus and then love with him. He doesn't gloat openly about it. Whatever arrogance and cockiness he feels mainly unfolds internally. His victory dance is very subtle. Almost invisible. Might be contained mainly in his eyes. Barnes thinks that the very fact the person who loathed him most vocally in this platoon is now coming around and warming up to him is triumph on it's own and that he should let the action of that speak louder than words. He quietly and almost stoically accepts the nurse coming around and none's the wiser of just what a complicated, nuanced bit of crusade for one's soul unfolded here or the exact ways in which Barnes won at someone else's game. After all, he's the master of hate and people shouldn't try him; he'll always have the upper hand and turn it around on you. He's been doing this far longer.

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zep-writings · 10 months ago

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You Feel Like Home

CHAPTER EIGHT.

Warnings: Bad words, mention of war and military, kissing, fluff and mention of sleep together.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Ellie Barnes.

Notes: I do not own any of the characters present in this story, except for Ellie Barnes, an original character. This is pure fiction.

This has not been beta and English is not my first language so be nice haha.

Please give me some feedback, even just a small comment is really appreciated!

I've been working on this one for a while, so please let me know what you think!

You Feel Like Home Masterlist || Main Masterlist.

Chapter seven

February 1944.

For the following months after his first rescue mission, Steve and the Howling commandos were sent back into the war with a special mission: take down Hydra’s outposts and bases all over Europe in order to stop Red Skull and his followers. Times were rough, fighting Hydra wasn’t easy but the simple thought of ending the war and being able to fly back and maybe start a simple life with Ellie kept Steve going. As a reminder, Steve had recently added a picture of his girl in his compass and looked at it every now and then. Every time things got too hard, he would just look at that picture and imagined what she was doing back in London where she stayed to work in an hospital in the city center.

In between each battle Steve always took the time to write her letters, he could never give a lot of details about their missions, he didn’t want to either because he didn’t want to worry her, but he always made sure to let her know that he and Bucky were okay. He also loved to receive her letters and kept them in the front of his sketch book, re-reading them when he was missing home and missing her.

Sitting on his camp bed, in his tent a few miles from the front, Steve was drawing Ellie’s face, her soft features pulled into that smile he loved so much and her long brown hair falling on her shoulders. It was how he remembered her from the last time he had seen her, asleep by his side. Steve was an amazing artist and taking the time to draw always kept him calm. He was lost in his own head and didn’t hear Bucky come into the tent until he felt the movement of his bed.

“You miss her.” Bucky simply said, looking at Steve’s drawing. He knew how his sister felt about Steve, he had known for a while and he was fully aware of Steve’s feeling for her as well, but he didn’t know they were going steady, not yet anyway.

“Yeah…” Steve stopped his pencil quickly glancing at his best friend. He was a little worried about telling Bucky how he felt about his sister because he was a protective brother.

“Me too.” Bucky admitted, studying his best friend’s face for a moment, while silence settled between them. “Tell her.”

“What?” Steve looked up, frowning, a little confused.

“Tell her how you feel about her, Steve. We’ll be back in London a few days, just tell her.”

Steve felt himself blush and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck nervously before he muttered. “She knows.”

“What do you mean she knows.” It was Bucky’s turn to be confused.

“She knows because I told her, a few weeks back.” Steve explained as Bucky’s face seemed unreadable.

“You told her, so does that mean…”

“We’re planning to go dancing, when everything is over.” Steve said, a smile on his face.

“I can’t believe it, my best friend and my sister.” Bucky shook his head, a small smirk across his lips.

“I thought it was best for her to tell you. That’s why I never said anything.” Steve confessed, closing his sketch book and placing it back into his bag.

“You know I should give you the whole speech of ‘if you hurt her, I’ll kill you’, but I feel like I probably won’t be able to kick your ass anymore now.” Bucky chuckled.

With the super soldier serum there was no chance he could win a fight against Steve now, but Bucky still wanted to let him know what he thought. He loved Steve like a brother, but Ellie was his little sister, his family, his blood and he love her to piece and would literally do anything for her.

“I’m not planning on hurting her, Buck. I’ve waiting for her long enough.” Steve confided quietly.

“I know.”

“You know?” Steve raised his eyes brows in surprise, not sure of what Bucky meant.

“I know Ellie’s been in love with you for years. And no offence Steve but you’re not that subtle either. I’ve known you liked her for a while too. You two are just the biggest idiots for not realizing it before.” Bucky noted, leaning against the wall behind him and studying Steve’s face who was surprised.

“So you don’t mind? Me and Ellie I mean.” Steve inquired as he always thought being in love with Ellie would be an issue for Bucky.

“Not really.” Bucky shrugged honestly. “At least I know she found a good guy. Stubborn and reckless sometimes, sure, but someone with a good heart.”

Steve offered him a smile and a silence fell between the two best friend. Steve’s mind racing through Bucky’s words: Ellie’s been in love with you for years. He hadn’t said months, he had said years. She’d been in love with him before the serum, before any other women really took an interest in him. He couldn’t deny that because of the serum he attracted a lot of attention, and especially a lot of women, something which had never been the case before. Except with her. She was special, she always had been, and this was only confirming it.

“She loved you way before the muscles and the serum, punk.” Bucky finally spoke, pulling the Captain out of his thoughts.

“I guess I just really don’t understand why.”

“Because she never cared about that, Steve. She likes you for you, always had, and not for all the things that came out of the lab. I just don’t understand why it took you two so long to figure it out.”

Steve shrugged; he didn’t know why it took so long either. If he had known earlier, he would have told her before, but he never thought he stood a chance with Ellie.

“She’s special.” Steve whispered more for himself than for Bucky before his best friend dropped his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it slightly.

“She is. You better not mess it up.” Bucky warned him, his eyes conveying the silent warning he was giving Steve if he ever hurt his sister.

“I won’t.” Steve shook his head. He had no plan on hurting her or on messing things up with Ellie, she was his girl, the one he had always wanted to have. He loved her and he was really hoping one day they would be able to build a life together, maybe move a little outside of city and start a family.

“Come on, punk. Let’s go finalize our plan for tomorrow.” Bucky stood up from the bed and walked out of the tent, Steve following closely. One mission, one base to take down and they’ll be back in London for a few days, and he could see Ellie, hold her in his arms.

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A few days later, Steve was sat at the back plane, his leg bouncing nervously as they got closer to London. They were flying back to the base for a few days, and he was nervous to see Ellie again. They hadn’t seen each other in four months, not since their last face to face talk and the night they had spend laying in bed, cuddling and talking for hours. He missed her, dearly. It didn’t take long for Bucky to notice the way his best friend got into his own head, he knew the punk better than anyone and he turned from the conversation he was having with Dum Dum to make his way to Steve.

“Relax, punk.”

Steve looked up at him, frowning slightly. “What?”

“Steve, you’re so nervous, you almost make me nervous. What’s got into you?” Bucky wondered, taking a sit next to his best friend.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” Steve shook his head but sighed quietly.

“Yeah, right. And I’m the queen of England. Come on, spill it man.”

Steve stayed silent for a moment, looking down at his fingers, playing with the, nervously. “I’m just… I’m nervous to see her, that’s all.”

“Steve, it’s Ellie. You’ve known her for years.” Bucky shook his head, chuckling slightly.

“I know, but things are different now. We barely got a few hours together last time after I told her how I felt.” Steve confessed. Deep down, he knew things would be fine because it was Ellie, he knew her, but he never expected to be going steady with her one day, he never thought he would be good enough for her.

“I know, I know. But you should see the bright side of it, you finally get to spend time with her after the crazy last few months.” Bucky explained, a soft smile on his lips. “Oh man, I’m not even gonna get to spend time with my little sister, am I? She’s gonna be with you the whole time.” Bucky groaned, leaning his head against the back wall.

Steve let out a chuckled, relaxing a little as Bucky joked around. Deep down he knew things would be fine because it was him and Ellie and between them it had always been easy and natural. He didn’t have to pretend to be someone else, to like things he didn’t like, he could just be the weird skinny kid he had always been even if his body had changed.

A short hour later, they landed on the tarmac on London airport. Steve grabbed his bag and followed Bucky out of the cargo plane. Quickly his eyes noticed a familiar silhouette and he couldn’t help but smile. She was beautiful, her long brown hair, slightly longer than the last time he’s seen her, falling gently on her shoulders. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress which brought out those gorgeous blue eyes he loved so much. For a second, he stopped, watched as Bucky reached up to her first and pulled her into a tight hug, her arms slipping around his neck.

“I missed you.” Ellie whispered, glad to see Bucky before she pulled away from his brother, taking his face in her hands, checking him for any injuries.

“I missed you too. And I’m fine.” Bucky chuckled, grabbing Ellie’s hands, and squeezing them softly. “But I think someone else missed you.” Bucky whispered, stepping to the side and Ellie’s eyes landed on Steve, her heart speeding up in her chest.

For a moment, Ellie just looked at Steve as his smile widened. He was so handsome. She walked up to him, threw her arms around his neck and snuggled her face into the crook of his neck. Steve wrapped his arm around her, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

“I missed you so damn much…” Steve whispered, pressing a kiss to her neck.

“I missed you too! Are you okay?” Ellie pulled away, taking his face in her hands, checking him up just as she had done with Bucky a few minutes earlier.

Steve chuckled and without hesitation he gently pressed his lips to hers. “I’m perfect.” Steve pressed a kiss to her lips again and she felt herself blush.

The last four months had seemed so long and endless to Ellie but now that Steve was back, she just wanted time to stop. She wanted to snuggle by his side, kiss his lips, hold his hand and stay by his side. A part of her hoped the war would be won overnight so Steve wouldn’t have to leave again because every time he was gone, she couldn’t help but get scared to lose him for good. She knew with the serum he could take care of himself, but he wasn’t invisible.

Simply enjoying having him back by her side, Ellie slipped her hand in his, intertwining their fingers and followed him and Bucky to the car waiting for them. She probably wasn’t supposed to get to the base with them, but she didn’t want to leave Steve’s side, or Bukcy for that matter, she had missed him too. They were in London only for a few days before they had to leave again for God knows how long. Once at the base, Steve, Bucky and the rest of the Howling commandos made their way to the main room for a debrief and Ellie sat at a table waiting for them.

After a few hours, they all made their way to Whip and Fiddle and took seat at the tables while Dum Dum and Peggy ordered the first round of drinks. Steve sat by Ellie and slipped his arm behind her back, resting it on the back of her chair. He offered her a warm and gently smile which made her heart melt. She craved to touch him and kiss him, but she knew they couldn’t display too much affection while they were in public, so for the time being she simply smiled back.

Steve studied her for a moment, taking in every single feature of her gorgeous face. He was dying to kiss her too, and truth be told he was kind of hoping they could be alone. However, they simply set back and chatted with the group around them for a little while. They shared a quick diner, counting stories and when the Dum Dum, Jim and Jacques started to sing as they clearly had too much too drink and Steve knew it was his queue to leave. He chuckled at the loud men and shook his head before he turned toward Ellie.

“Want to go for a walk?” Steve offered, his thumb gently touching the back of her shoulder.

Ellie nodded, smiling at him lovingly. “Yes.”

“Alright guys, don’t drink too much.” Steve told his friends a little louder, even if it was probably too late for that and stood up, offering his hand to Ellie who took it without hesitation. “0800 at the base, we still have a lot to do.”

“Yes, Captain.” Gabe responded, saluting him before turning back to his conversation with Jacques.

Ellie looked at Bucky who had a smirk she knew all too well on his lips and she blushed slightly at his words. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Bucky winked at his sister, and she shook her head, trying to ignore what Bucky was implying.

Ellie pressed a kiss to her brother’s cheek before she followed Steve out of the pub, the cold air of February making her shiver. Steve grabbed his jacket and placed it on Ellie’s shoulder who muttered a quiet thank you. The walk to Ellie small studio in the city was silent, but it was a comfortable silence as they both enjoyed being back with each other. It had often been like that between them, they didn’t always need to talk. Ellie searched her bag for her keys, grabbed them and opened the door to the tiny appartement.

“It’s not big but make yourself at home.” Ellie said softly, taking Steve’s jacket off her shoulders and hanging it on the coat rack.

“Do you know how long you’re staying positioned in London?” Steve wondered, looking around and smiling as he noticed a picture of him before the serum resting on her coffee table.

“Not exactly. The head nurse says I’ll probably be here at least until the end of the war.” Ellie explained, taking off her low heels and making her way to her small brown couch.

Steve followed her, untying his tie and the first few buttons of his shirt and took a seat by her side, bending a leg under him to face her. He gently pushed away a piece of hair, placing it behind her ear and rested his hand against her cheek as she closed her eyes, leaning her cheek against his palm, and let out a soft hmm of contentment.

“God, I missed you so much…” Steve muttered, creeping closer to her and Ellie opened her eyes, meeting his.

“I missed you too. I was so scared something would happen to you, or Bucky.” Ellie confessed, putting one of her hands on his and the other playing with the untied tie of his uniform.

“I know, but we’re both here, safe and sound.” Steve reassured her, stroking her cheek and he leaned his face closer to hers. “And I can finally take you out, properly.”

Ellie chuckled quietly, pressing his forehead to his. “I can’t wait.”

Steve couldn’t wait any longer and he finally pressed his lips to hers, her hand wrapping around his tie. The kiss was slow and soft, full of the love they hadn’t been able to show each other over the past few months. Steve’s free hand grabbed her hip, pulling her closer to him as they both slowly started to feel the tension build up between them. It was something new and scary for both, it was a little clumsy, hesitant, especially on Ellie’s end, but they deeply craved each other touch. Steve’s hands found their way to Ellie’s thighs, slowly slipping under the edge of her dress, caressing her skin as her hands tried to unbutton his shirt.

Steve pulled away, panting and he opened his eyes to meet hers. “Ellie, wait…” She backed up a little, biting down on her lower lip, cheeks flushed from the situation. “I really want you. Are you… Are you sure you want to do this?” Steve whispered, looking for any trace of hesitation or regret in her face, but there was none.

Ellie nodded, pulling his shirt open, her fingers brushing against his skin making him shiver. “I am. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

That was all the confirmation Steve needed and he crashed his lips back on hers, as she slipped closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, fingers playing in the back of his neck. Steve lips made their way to her neck in a trail of kisses before he nibbled at her soft skin, making her moan softly throwing her head back. The sound coming out of Ellie’s mouth made Steve’s heart race in his chest and suddenly he was very hot. He grabbed her legs on each side of his body, pulling her closer and stood up. Ellie let out a cry of a surprise, tightening her legs around her soldier’s waist as he made his way to the bed standing in the corner of her apartment.

That night Steve and Ellie made love to each other. It was the first time for both of them and truth be told it was a little awkward, a little bumpy, as any first time always was. But Steve was so tender and gentle with Ellie making sure he wasn’t doing anything she wasn’t okay with, and she couldn’t help but fall even more in love with him just as he did with her. It wasn’t perfect but it was perfect to them and they wouldn’t want to change a thing about it.

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foxys-left-foot · 2 years ago

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Overload --- Johnny Silverhand x John Wick

In which, an assassin meets a strange man and finds that they have much more in common than it seems.

Tw for: self-cest (mainly because they're both played by Keanu Reeves) , bxb sex, alcohol consumption, smoking, foul language, etc.

It was a night like any other --- the stars dotted the skies, the moon shone a dim blueish color, and occasional clouds rolled by. A man thudded through the town, fatigued by all the running and fighting he'd done. "Oh God, fuck. I need a drink." he grumbled. "Any drink. And something to eat." He looked off into the distance, spotting a glowing, brightly lit sign with the words 'HOWLING HAL'S BAR AND GRILL' in bright orange lettering. Perfect.

He made his way towards the establishment, breathing heavily and wiping some blood off of his face. Meanwhile, inside the bar, the patrons were enjoying their drinks and entertainment. A male with dark brown hair and a metallic arm chugged his drink, coming up for air. "Ahh," he sighed in satisfaction. "Nothing like a good ol' margarita to get you hyped up." His band, SAMURAI, had a gig at this bar tonight. They were allowed to stay in the rooms on the above floor for the night.

The music suddenly stopped when the doors practically flew open, almost falling off their hinges. The crowd gasped at the man's appearance. He was all cut up and bloody, accompanied by a huge bloodstain on his blazer. He looked rugged and exhausted as he slowly walked to the bar. "Bourbon! On the rocks!" he demanded.

"Yessir!" The bartender said, rushing to prepare the drink. The assassin sat down in a barstool, eagerly awaiting his alcoholic beverage. Everyone else eventually went back to partying. "Well, aren't you quite a fucking character? Name's Johnny. Johnny Silverhand. Who're you?" Johnny asked, extending his metallic hand for a friendly shake.

The drink was finally served. The stranger took a few big swigs before speaking, "They call me 'the baba yaga,' but my name is John Wick." Johnny raised his brows, then furrowed them. "Baby gaga? What does that mean?" he questioned. John snarled, "First off, it's 'baba yaga,' not whatever the hell you said! Second, it means 'the boogeyman' in Russian."

He took another swig. Johnny bit his lip. "You speak Russian?" he replied. A nod came from the slick-haired man. Wow, the cyborg thought, he's so hot! He stared down at John's pants. They seemed to be a bit tight on him. How was he to win him over? It'd been a long while since he fucked anyone, let alone flirted with them. "Hey," he began, "Get all the drinks you want. I'll pay." Before Wick could open his mouth, Johnny put a metallic finger to his lips.

"I'll pay," he repeated, "You look exhausted. My band is playing here tonight, so we're allowed to sleep upstairs. Room's gonna be limited, so bear with us. You might have to share. That okay?" John sighed and nodded. "Sure. But you're not going to treat my dog like shit. He goes where I do." he growled.

"You have my word, compadre. I love dogs." He replied as he petted the pitbull sat at his feet, chuckling with childish glee when his hand got licked in return. "Name for this bundle of joy?"

"He has none. I just call him Dog."

"Oh."

"Say, how'd you get that arm?"

"War bullshit. How'd you get those scratches and that big ass blood stain on your blazer?"

"A fight. I won, of course."

"Gnarly. Hey, you know how to sing, man? Our bassist has a sore throat today and can't sing."

"I can try. Haven't sung in a while."

Later, after the show had concluded, everyone practically went wild over them. "Man, you can SCREAM!" Johnny laughed, lifting his shades. "Well, Silverass, when you've been through what I have, you scream a lot, trust me." Wick half-joked, a smile finally on his face. "You never told me about yourself," he said, "Where are you from?"

"Somewhere out in Texas. You?"

"New York. It sucks. Don't go there."

"Noted. Say, John, are you lonely? Just like I am? When's the last time you ever had fun? With someone else, mm?" Silverhand asked seductively, resting a hand on his lap. Wick bit his lip. "I don't know what you're talking about. Assassins don't just 'have fun' whenever they want." He went to move the veteran's metallic appendage away from him, but hesitated.

So he decided to do nothing. "You know what I mean. When is the last time you've made love?" Wick blushed softly before hissing, "No woman will EVER replace my angel Helen!" Johnny just laughed, the smell of booze on his breath. "No, no, baby..." he scolded playfully, lifting his chin slightly. He took off his shades again. "With a man. Specifically, me?" he purred.

The darker-haired male blushed a deep red as he whimpered quietly. "What a babygirl!" Silverhand teases, to which the latter snarls. "Excuse me, but I always give the orders! I'm always in control! I'm no babygirl or plaything! I'll show you!" He replies. "Oh? Prove it. Don't fight me; prove to me that you could take me over! If you can, I'll take back everything I said." Johnny grinned mischievously.

John got up and yanked the smooth-talking male by his shirt. He threw him to the ground and stood above him. "You were saying?" he somewhat grinned. "Not bad for a bottom." Johnny laughed. John growled in frustration, a fight ensuing. At one point, he found himself pinned against the wall by his opponent.

He thrashed around, desperately trying to punch and kick out. But Silverhand was prepared, his dirty boots on top of his clean flats, and his grip on his wrists tight. "Hold still." he commanded. John, confused but cautious, froze in place. His foe suddenly ... KISSED HIM?? What was going on?

He wasn't thinking as impulse took over and he returned the kiss. His body relaxed, his muscles no longer tense. Lust began overwhelming him, overriding his precautionary approach and aggressive attitude. "J-Johnny..." he stuttered. Johnny grinned and nipped at his neck, licking and kissing the skin every so often, too. The sharply dressed man whined, squirming in his grasp. "Trust me, princess, I'm going to make you feel so good that you see fucking stars." With that, he was lifted over his shoulder and carried upstairs to the bedroom.

Smut ahead!!! Don't like it, skip it!!

"Let me g ---" John landed on the bed, wincing in pain. His heart stopped when he tilted his head upwards, only to see Silverhand shutting and locking the door. Johnny bent down for another kiss, which John wasn't hesitant to return --- but the former soldier moaned when he felt his balls getting massaged by Wick's knee. "Sneaky fuck." He hissed, tone faltering. He barely managed to pull away from him before getting up on the bed. "Strip." He commanded.

"Make me!" Wick barked. "You don't want me to do that, babygirl." The other man shot back. John still didn't move much; he just changed his sitting position. Johnny chuckled and yanked him by the tie, making it so their foreheads touched. His metallic hand reached down to skim over his clothed buttocks, staying there before moving to unbuckle that pest of a belt. "You want me to make you want to strip?" He spoke. John just feebly nodded. " 'Kay then."

Without wasting much more time, the belt was discarded to the floor and the pants unzipped. He slid them down so that John's bare ass was exposed. He grinned devilishly as his metallic index finger traveled down his sensitive skin and penetrated the assassin's butthole. John yelled out, to which Johnny kissed him. "Gotta be quiet, baby. Can't let them know about our love." He whispered. John let out a quiet whine, nodding. With that, he started pumping his finger in and out.

Wick shuddered, his cheeks clenching tightly around it. "M..ore.." he finally mumbled. "More? Okay, pudding." Johnny cooed.

He added a second finger, stretching him out. He went on to use his other hand to slowly slide his pants down in full. "What a whore. Already getting hard, for me? I'm so flattered." He chuckled, giving his dick a quick squeeze. Not knowing what to do, John thrusted his hips forward. "More, please, more." he begged.

"Quite the needy little slut, aren't you?" Johnny growled, the man whining again. "Take me." He whispered, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Pl..ease. It's been so long since I've done anything sexual. You need to fuck me." Wick admitted softly. Surprised, he took his hand out of his hole. He silently stripped him of his underwear, biting his lip when he saw his dick.

When he went to go reach for his shirt, he got stopped by a pair of normal hands. "Allow me. My clothes are mine." John growled. He removed his tie, followed by his blazer, then his undershirt. Johnny marveled at his stature. He was actually bulky beneath the suit, his backside the most notably strongest part of his upper body. Tattoos were crafted along the skin, telling tales that he'd like to explore further.

"'Fortune favors the bold', eh? Nice. Now who's your fucking master?" He taunted. "Nobody!" John snarled, to which he got spanked. He decided to surrender. "You, Johnny. You're my master." John replied seductively. "Strip me, baby." He marvelled at how smooth he was, taking his time but not being too slow. His bare upper chest made John want to blow then and there. Not a single hair in sight.

He continued, removing his clunky boots, pants, and underwear. "All done, sir." He said obediently. "Good boy! Now suck my cock." John got on his hands and knees, putting his lips on the tip. He looked up for permission. Once he got the nod, he went the whole way down.

He started moving his head in a metronome-like fashion, holding onto the bedsheets for support. Johnny groaned. He wanted to cum already! But he couldn't let that happen just yet. "Okay, Sir Blows-a-Lot, that's enough. Now, I want you to lay down on your back for me." He ordered gently. "Remember, quiet."

"Yes, master Silverhand." He mumbled, doing as told. "This is going to hurt. I won't move unless you want me to. Got it? Good." He lifted Wick's legs over his shoulders and entered him. This caused them both to yelp in pain. "Go." John mumbled. He grunted as the dominant man started thrusting.

"Babygirl," the boy said, "I want to hear you. Moan for me, baby." He himself started moaning, moving his hands to roam John's body aimlessly. He pinched his nipples harshly, watching him wince. "Why aren't you letting Master hear you?" he teased.

"I-I sound embarrassing when I moan! Please, don't make me do it ---!" Before he could utter another word, he was met with a slap to the face. He let out a high-pitched groan, blushing red afterwards. "Beautiful," Johnny said, "so beautiful and loud enough for only me to hear."

Wick would be lying if he said that that didn't turn him on. He whimpered as Johnny sped up in his thrusts. When he did, he hit the bundle of nerves that set him off most. "Deeper." he demanded.

"What?"

"You heard me! I SAID DEEPER, SILVERASS!" The futuristic male was practically pounding into him at this point and they began to feel close. John finally cracked an exhausted, lazy, lustful smile for the first time in ages. "Baby, I'm gonna c ---" Johnny attempted to warn him, but spilled his load into him before he could do so.

"MASTER, JESUS CHRIST!" The other boy screamed.

He spilled all over himself, to which Johnny helped himself to some of his seed. "Not half bad for a grump puss." he commented, laughing. He cleaned himself up and put on his underwear. "John, let's get you all clean and such." Silence. "John?" He again called.

He looked over to see him snoring, eyes closed. "Kinda cute for a fighter." He smiled softly for once, stroking his black hair. "I hope you have a nice rest, beautiful." He turned off the lights, making sure that both he and Wick were dressed enough for a sociable standard. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a whining pitbull. "Hey, Dog! You wanna see the other Johnny? You hungry?" he offered.

The dog scratched at the door, looking back at the metallic-armed man. "Okay." He opened the door back up. He felt guilty for abandoning the guy he slept with. Most experiences were one night stands, but he felt he needed to protect him. With that, he took off his shades and walked back in.

This caused a half-asleep John to be alarmed, glaring despite having droopy eyelids. "Relax. It's just me, Silverass. I'm here to protect you."

"I don't need protecting. It's fine."

"You do, and you're not kicking me out as easily as you think you are."

Too tired to fight, John rolled over in bed and closed his eyes. Johnny climbed onto the mattress, which let out a few squeaks and groans as he laid down. "Night, princess." He chuckled. John smacked his metallic arm, which only caused him pain. Johnny rolled over, wanting to hold him. But he refrained.

Instead, he spooned.

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audrey-emeralds · 3 years ago

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Past Times | Tom Riddle

Pairing: Tom Riddle x First!Gn!Reader

Summary: Your love is your poison, beautiful but deadly and leaves nothing except memories to the once who are left behind.

Warnings: stereotypes, death...

Request!!! by @aura-nightingale

A/n: I don't know much about the cursed child so this might not make too much sense, but I tried my best. This is the first reader and Tom, I decided to do another part if you don't mind, where will appear Mattheo and the second reader and where more will be said about Tom and the reader's relationship. Sorry for the wait.

Tags: @ivana-12500 | @annegrey

First-year at Hogwarts. A completely new beginning for you. Your older brother Fleamont spoke of it, but never to impress your standards. You had to observe and see it. Who better to believe than your own eyes.

Hogwarts was truly magical and interesting, but nothing new. You did grow up in the pureblood family of Gryffindors. Thought your first years the only thing that was on your mind was grades and reputation.

" Gryffindor! " When another Potter was, unsurprisingly selected to be a Gryffindor, cheer jumped from the proud lads before you. Of curse, it was a surprise to you either. Courage was in your veins, proudness in your style and strength in your mind. All traits true Gryffindor must-have.

Letters from your family members came flying in to congratulate you for being who you are, the same as them.

The witty charm of yours attracted many people, so you were quite popular. Friends from Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw. Slytherins however were a different story.

The stereotypes surrounding them drew you away from them. What else would an eleven-year-old believe if not in things that have been said to them?

They were bad. Rude, disrespectful, full of themselves... The only thing which was talked about them was bad news. Yet you admired them, of course in secret.

You admire how none of it really bothered them. They all had their pride which they cherished and no comments made by any of the other houses could put them down.

One certain Slytherin stood out, Tom Riddle.

The perfect student of House Slytherin. During your years at Hogwarts, he became your, well sort of an enemy. Rather be said rival.

You were the best student of the lions and he was the best student of the snakes. But who was the best in the whole school?

Yes, there were other great students, Lovegood from Ravenclaw, Thomas from Gryffindor, but neither of them had the desire to become the best of the best.

So you is left? Tom and yourself.

Any class you would meet it would be war or words, who first raised their hand, who made a better example...

Neither would back down, you had to win and both were sour losers. After class insults wouldn't be spoiled, however, that wouldn't last long. Tom would get bored of them and wouldn't like to waste time on " beating your ass once again. "

His arrogance teased you, challenging you to do better than him if you dared. And what you certainly weren't was a coward.

Every single chance you got to beat him in something you would, no matter how small the victory was it brought joy to your face when his frown reappeared.

He hated you for it, he despised you. And still, he admired you. Firstly you were nothing but a pathetic excuse of a wizard. Trying to compare with him, unbelievable.

The fact that Dumbledore, the professor with who Tom had the most problems favoured you, gave him something to rage about.

You were the only source of problems for him, which he took quite badly as he found himself perfect in anything he did.

But just later he found how your courage to keep going and pushing his limits, attracted him to you. Almost like he wished he could be yelling how wrong you were and you would yell back until...

Well until you found yourself in his arms. It would just happen.

Riddle then understood how he had no idea what that meant, was he experiencing the unknown feeling.

What is called?

Liking someone. Generally liking someone's character.

He was surprised how you weren't intimidated by his knowledge, maybe you were smarter than what you looked like.

Riddle could guess for days and still not know the answer. What was it so appealing to you that it bothered him?

You saw his behaviour change. He did fight as passionately as before for a correct answer, nor did he insult you...

What did you do then? You asked him if he is alright? He gave you no response, glancing at you, once, twice and left.

You decided to play games with him, if he isn't up for it you definitely are.

You couldn't go to Slytherin common rooms, you couldn't speak to him during class both sitting far away from one another.

But you could catch him in a library. You knew his spot, every single time you entered it and he was there, Tom would sit around the most isolated table, somewhere where it was dark and no one would notice him.

You did. It's like you could smell him how easily you found him. He always sat alone, finding people barely tolerate.

Without any words, you sat next to him. His eye caught you, wondering what you wanted.

" Potter. " He spoke, face covered with the book.

" Riddle. " At the mention of his last name, Tom gave you a questioning look.

And so it began, your friendship. You studied together, never speaking, just enjoying each other's presence.

It seemed odd, didn't it? You yelled many insults to another and the silence was all you needed to get along.

The silence turned into an exchange of words, then conversation.

But something didn't feel right. Every time you had your meetings, you sat opposite the other. A few feet away, for a touch which dragged your mind away from your homework.

Tom felt the same, he would never admit, but you knew he did.

Your looks would be met, starting hungrily, expecting. What are you going to do next? Should he?

And when you did make the first move he was stunned. Tom was expecting it and still, he got surprised. So you didn't continue the touch with which you connected your skin.

You ran. And he ran after you.

" Y/n! " Just when you could keep on running your legs stopped and your heart said to turn around.

Your rival Tom. Was that him?

" Y/n. " Your name rolled off his tongue easily, as if he was to sing using it.

" Tom. " Two lonely souls were put together. His and yours, which didn't even know how alone it was until you faced it.

It happened. Love without knowing, it happened. Oh, and it was beautiful. So, so beautiful. The ugly thing about it was how all of it was short.

Beauty lasts just for a second until all the ugly comes out of hiding.

Tom loved you, he really loved you. The pain he felt when your dead body laid in front of him will ache him for eternity.

You were good to him, the possible saviour of everything he will destroy after your death. He never recovered from it, he hid it.

As no one knew of your relationship, no one connected the dots and no one ever found out how the famous Y/n Potter died so mysteriously in the walls of Hogwarts.

Not until your brother's ancestors returned to your time and saw it for themselves.

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wasflypaw · 4 years ago

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Fundy's VODs are right here man :(

Stop leaving my boy out he's consistently had a good character since August

Coconut2020 wasnt a joke thingy there were actual Reasons behind him doing it and not just "haha I'm gonna run for president :)"

The Pet War and the Duel showed the lengths he'd go to to protect the things he loves, it was also where the Fundy/Niki duo started and you can See their relationship develop to the point where Fundy would ask her to run for VP with him. He fought a whole ass duel to bring justice to Niki and all the pets that were murdered. Not to mention at the beginning of the war we can see the first seeds of doubt against Wilbur and the nation with Fundy saying stuff like "we dont have to follow the laws of L'Manberg, saying "words are better than actions", whatever Wilbur is spewing out there, no, Fuck That, we're winning with actions, without mercy"

Even Before the Pet War you can see him taking the "haha ur my son Fundy" bit and sprinting with it. He would talk about how great Wilbur is, would boast about how he's his son, n say stuff about making him proud. Its actually Quite sad to look back on I was re-watching some of his VODs earlier

He would drop banger lines all the time? Like Punz asking "what have you started?" and Fundy replying something along the lines of "it's got 3 letters and I want you to say the word" n Punz says "War..."

Fundy's RPing as Wilbur's son even in non story related streams and The Pet War and him ranting about why he wants to start Coconut2020 would what people would scream "holy shit lore???" at if it happened during current events

You dont understand ppl dont ever take him seriously and see what he does as a joke but he's been RPing this entire time and he's a dramatic bastard (affectionate)

Edit: This isnt even dipping my toes into the Manberg + November 16th + New L'Manberg stuff man

#dream smp #fundy

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aminiatureworld · 3 years ago

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Needled Words

Characters: Childe, fm!reader

Word Count: 1,691

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: When does a joke go too far, when is a jab more than just friendly? Where does the line blur and where does it stop?

In which Childe’s teasing becomes too much for the reader

Author’s Note: For some reason this prompt made me think of Nancy Mitford, mostly because she was known also for being a slightly mean-spirited teaser. Ah Childe, my beloved. Communication in a relationship is key y’all.

Childe

You knew that Childe was only joking. After all, didn’t he read his letters to you? Brimming with little asides and jokes.

“Dear Tonia, I would say I was happy to get your letter, if only it was sopping wet. Did you leave it out in the snow again? I swear, if you were in the illustrious Tsaritsa’s army, you’d probably end up attacking your own regiment, and then I’d be forced to execute you for treason!” No one could mistake such an opening for anything except a slightly barbed bit of teasing.

Nor were the younger one’s exempt. Teucer’s antics had resulted in quite a bit of teasing. “Teucer, I think the Mr. Cyclopses have better survival instincts” and “I didn’t take you for someone who spent other people’s money!” This latter statement was made after Teucer spied the hand-crafted, very expensive, fireworks that were sold in Liyue. Of course, Childe had bought him the fireworks, and of course he never begrudged doing things for you when he teased you either. Still, you somehow felt as if things were different when directed at you.

Not that they really were. It wasn’t so much that you were picking up a different tone, it was more that, unlike Childe’s siblings and other friends, such as Zhongli, who was subjected to endless old man jokes, you couldn’t seem to take them well. When he joked about how many times you ran into the countertop you began to wonder if you truly had something wrong with your hand-eye coordination; when he said you were the laziest person, he’d ever met you wondered if you weren’t sleeping in too late; when he teased that he had to be your personal babysitter you wondered if you were truly good enough to be an adventurer. It wasn’t Childe’s fault, it really wasn’t, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Of course, you could tell him, could finally let it all out and stop pretending that it wasn’t painful to try and keep all your emotion sunder wraps. But you couldn’t help but feel as if that would in some ways disappoint him. He was a Harbinger, tough, aloof. No words could ever hurt Childe, of that, you were sure. So how would he take it, the knowledge that his part was all too liable to shatter at every poke and prod? You couldn’t blame him if he turned out to be ashamed.

So, you kept it to yourself, smiled through all the jabs and teases. It didn’t matter, it really didn’t. You were fine! Or if you, weren’t it wasn’t worth it trying to change anything. You didn’t want to lose Childe, didn’t want to see the change when he went to say something before stopping, looking at you’re with barely concealed disappointment. Childe lived with his emotions to the forefront after all. And you wouldn’t ask him to change something you ultimately loved about him.

Thus, the days continued on, as did the teasing and the feigned smiles. Some days it was worth it, some days you were left with nothing but happiness bubbling up inside, the love that humans reserved for a very few number of friends and lovers. Yet those days were often days with minimal teasing, and you couldn’t help but notice the layer of anxiety that pressed on your love the days that were filled with Childe’s jabs. Lying in bed, limbs tangled with his, you stared up at the ceiling, wondering what you should do. You felt trapped, by your emotions, by your pride, by Childe’s words. They were all encircling you, and you could do nothing to defend yourself. You tried to keep the tears to a minimum; after all your partner slept so little already.

You didn’t know when the subtle shift happened, when it all became too much to handle. Maybe it was after Childe’s recent trip to Snezhnaya, where, surrounded by Harbingers who saw their coworkers as enemies rather than allies, he had sharpened his wit even more so than before. If his earlier teasing was unfocused, general quips, then his current ones struck quite closer to home.

“Wow my dear I didn’t peg you for a Treasure Hoarder, I don’t think that arrow could hit anyone if it tried!”

“I think you truly have the makings of someone who gets scammed by a Mondstadtian duke, or perhaps a Fontaine prince who has lost all his mora in a flood. Remind me to never go shopping with you.”

“Honestly, I think if you ran into the Electro Archon, she’d think your vision was fake. It’d be an easy way out.”

The whiplash of Childe’s proclamations of “princess” mingled with sentences that, had they been geared at anyone else, would surely be insults was shocking, and you found yourself less and less able to keep these two aspects of your partner compatible in your mind. Even less did you find the ability to simply brush it off.

You didn’t know why it was a comment about your socks that finally caused you to break. Really, it was too juvenile.

Laundry in your shared apartment was often seen as a punishment, the chore that each of you pushed onto the other. As such there was often a pile of laundry in the laundry basket, and incredibly slim pickings in your drawers. That being the case you often found yourself wearing mismatched socks. Perhaps it was a little odd, or a little childish, but it was certainly preferrable to spending all day at the river scrubbing your hands red. Who cared anyways? No one would notice such a small thing, especially once you had put your boots on.

However, nothing could get past Childe’s wicked sense of humor, and apparently your clothing choices were prime fodder for him.

“Nice socks.”

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, already having a sense of where it was going. The smirk that played across your partner’s face was full of mischief, and usually that only led to one place.

“I think that you’ll be quite the icon among toddlers all throughout Liyue. People will be asking you if you’re lost all day, or maybe they’ll ask you how it feels like to be nine.”

It was really a silly comment to get so upset over, such a small, insignificant thing to cry over. Yet there you were, standing in the kitchen, frozen in horror as your vision became fuzzy with tears. Unsure about any other course of action you buried your face in your hands and prayed Childe wouldn’t think about what you were doing.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

You could hear the panic and concern mingling in Childe’s voice. Almost immediately a warm hand was on your shoulder, and you were suddenly flooded with the presence of the person you loved so much, the person you were now crying about. You could tell Childe was saying something, was whispering soft words of comfort, but in the moment your thoughts felt all too loud. Overwhelmed by the situation you turned into your partner’s shoulder and let yourself cry.

Eventually sensing you had lost all your tears Childe drew back slightly.

“Would you like a glass of water?”

“Yes please,” you replied, voice still small. Nodding Childe moved towards the kitchen. Within a few moments he was back, glass in hand.

“Was it the teasing?” He asked as you drank. Whatever you had to say about your partner, he certainly wasn’t stupid.

“Yes,” you mumbled, nodding for affect.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I had gone too far. I promise I’ll be more careful from now on.”

“But Childe, it, it’s not just this time.”

“What do you mean?” Childe asked, voice flooding through with concern once more.

“It’s, I’m sorry, it’s just that, it’s all the time. Not all the time, every time you tease me. It’s not your fault! Of course, it’s not, it’s my fault. I don’t know, I just, it really hurts sometimes, all the time? I don’t know. I just, I’m sorry.”

Childe’s expression was one of abject horror. Taking your hand, he rubbed small circles on the top with his thumb. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how much it was affecting you. I should have been more careful.”

“But I don’t want you to feel like you have to, I don’t know, I know you tease everyone, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You aren’t making me uncomfortable.” Childe’s voice seemed just as hurried as yours. “It makes me more uncomfortable to think that you’ve been burying this the whole time. You’re damn good at hiding things you know. But this isn’t a war or something, you don’t have to hide what you’re feeling, for whatever reason. Better if you tell me, y’know?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Doesn’t look good on you, or sound good. I’d rather hear you happy.” Childe leaned in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. “I love you, okay? You mean more to me than a little bit of teasing.”

“You don’t think I’m being weak?” You managed to make out as your anxiety lessened its grip on you.

“Weak? Girlie you’re one of the strongest people I know! Weak my ass. If you wanted to rule the world you could give me a run for my money. Of course, I’d win though. I mean, I would be there right with you.”

“I know you would,” you smiled, despite yourself.

You knew that Childe probably would still retain the odd sense of humor and levity he already had. Old habits die hard and all that. Still, you had managed to say what had been haunting you all this time and, more than that, you had been assured that you were good enough, strong enough. Those few words, no matter how short, meant the world to you.

#genshin impact #childe x reader #childe #tartaglia #genshin impact fanfiction #oneshot #requested #my writing

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soft-october-night · 4 years ago

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The Love Interests in the Works of Jane Austen: An Assessment

This is an "extremely scientific" and "thoroughly researched" ranking based on personality, money, family and connections, and is a bit of a blend between the book characterizations and the film characterizations (and is in no way only based on my own opinions). Here we go, grouped by book but not much else.

Edmund Bertram: absolute trash. His family has treated you unbelievably shitty since day one and not only has he BARELY noticed, he ALSO has treated you shitty. Will fall in love with someone beautiful and fun and when she dumps him will come crawling to you for a rebound. His passion for you is so lackluster that even the esteemed author who wrote about it barely spared a paragraph on your relationship. Has a job but only because his dad owns the land the church is built on. You’ll gain no connections or family by marrying him, since he’s literally your cousin. 0/10

Henry Crawford: There IS such thing as too much fun, and that is never clearer than in this man, who will try to seduce you as a game, freak out when his middling overtures don’t work and then try and seduce you “for really real” this time. You will definitely move up in the world if you marry him, and if you play your cards right it seems like his sister is also just REALLY into you, so see how that goes. Life will be pretty okay until you find him in bed with one (or more, who knows) of your relations. 3/10, 8/10 if you’re into that

John Willoughby: Will be like something out of a romance novel, you’re thinking he’s going to propose and then he just fucking ghosts you and embarrasses the fuck out of you at a party by acting like he doesn’t know you. Somehow marry him (congrats on the inheritance you must have, btw) and get ready to take a backseat to the whims of his aunt for as long as she lives. 1/10, at least you get to live in a nice house.

Edward Ferrars: Oh Edward. He’s a bit of a mess, isn’t he? Super kind, your family loves him, he made a bunch of stupid decisions in his youth that are coming back to bite him in the ass. He is loyal to an absolute fault, but you luck out when his fiance turns out to be a bit of a gold digger and dumps him when his mom disowns him. He doesn’t have a job and neither do you, but his family doesn’t wanna speak to him (lucky you!) and you’ll be happy and poor together if you two can work on your communication skills. 7/10.

Colonel Brandon: He’s got a nice house, the respect of his friends and the community, and he has a LOT of passion. He’ll give your sister’s penniless husband a job, dramatically rescue you from a rainstorm, make sure his dead girlfriend’s daughter is happy and taken care of even after your ex fucks HER over too, and is all around a pretty decent guy. Just. Uh. Maybe, kinda, sorta, needs to go after women his own age and is probably with you because you remind him of his dead girlfriend. 5/10 with the wildly inappropriate age gap, 9/10 without it.

Mr. Wickham: Please don’t. He’s a thirsty bitch who lives for drama and you think he’s fun until you find out he tried to sleep with one teenage girl and is making eyes at your fifteen year old sister behind your back. Marry him (through the grace of mysterious benefactors, cause he ain’t marrying anyone unless he’s paid the right price) and get ready for a life of being surrounded by military men in the north of England while your husband tries to fuck everything that moves. Work that out somehow with him and you might actually be happy. 0/10.

Mr. Bingley: He is a softboi who will do literally anything his friends tell him to do. He is SUPER rich, and marrying him will throw your sister’s into the path of other rich men and he is REALLY into you, but get ready to be sucking up to his sisters for literally the rest of your life. Unless he can ship Miss Bingley off to live with Mrs. Hurst, have fun trying to wage a war of barely concealed insults over the breakfast table every morning, and if you’re marrying Bingley I’m sorry but that is a war you just cannot win. He doesn’t have a job but he does have five thousand a year, and neither of you can manage money. You’ll love simply and deeply and be happy as any two can be. 8/10.

Mr. Collins: Last resort to rescue yourself from a life of being a burden to your parents until they die and then having to become a governess or something. Has a job but never shuts up about his boss. You will have to rearrange everything in your house according to his boss’ will. 2/10

Mr. Darcy: Is a anxious disaster who doesn’t know how to talk to girls at parties and needs to learn how say no to going out when he’s just not feeling it. He doesn’t have a job because he’s a landlord; he owns half of Derbyshire and has ten thousand a year, but turns out that all of that money and land can’t buy tact or charisma. Doesn’t know how to flirt and thinks he’s doing a great job (he’s not). He’ll propose to you out of the fucking blue one day by insulting literally everything about you, but don’t worry! Reading his letter unlocks Darcy 2.0. This patched version gives him humility, a personality, and he WILL gain the ability to rescue your family from utter ruin. Marry him and enjoy a life of luxury and witty ripostes, but beware! You ARE going to have to deal with Lady Catherine until the day she dies, not to mention Caroline Bingley’s barely concealed contempt every time you meet in polite company. Darcy 1.0 3/10, Darcy 2.0 8/10.

Captain Wentworth: Absolutely top tier. Has a job, has earned everything he has, including a fortune and the respect of his peers, superiors, and subordinates. His sister and her husband are practically the only happily older married couple you know, his friends are super fun and nice (even the dour one with all the poetry knows how to have a polite conversation). If you dumped him ten years ago on the advice of your almost comically shitty family yeah, he’s going to hold a grudge, but he WILL NEVER STOP LOVING YOU and the MOMENT he gets over his pride will do everything and anything in his power (including leaping the bounds of propriety!) to win you back. Based on his love, money, and connections you should RUN, not walk, into his arms TODAY and allow him to rescue you from your family and whisk you off to see the world on his ship, at least until Napoleon busts out of Elba. 12/10

Mr. Eliot: Will lose all your old schoolfriend’s husband’s money in a bad deal, has debts out the ass, might be trying to get with either you or the woman your dad has been flirting with for the last few years, you’re not sure. Is totally ruining the rekindling relationship you’re trying to get going with your far superior ex. He wants the land and title your dad has and will stop at nothing to get it. Marry him and you can move back into your old house (maybe? it’s a little unclear what with all the debts) but have every single cent your mother left you immediately put into some dumbass scheme. 1/10

Henry Tilney: another softboi who just wants to act in the school play while his dad and brother plan to ship him off to military school and berate him for not joining the football team. Bring him shopping with you to pick out dresses, spend long nights over tea chatting about books. Has a job, but again, only because his dad owns the land the church is on. Loves you even though you have some very strange ideas about his house, and will forgive you when he realizes you thought his dad either murdered or imprisoned his mom. If he can find the courage to tell his dad to fuck off and let him live his own life, expect a long, happy marriage of snuggling together in a window seat somewhere, sipping tea and reading. 9/10

John Thorpe: Trash bastard man. Peaked in whatever equivalent of high school he had. Shitty and rude to everyone, would post racist memes on facebook and start fights if he could, all while being shitty and manipulative and CREEPILY possessive of you. -2/10

Robert Martin: A sweet himbo farmer who just wants to love and worship you. He has a job, is pretty rich, and while his connections may not be above his class, he’s an earnest boy who wants to take care of you and be taken care of in turn. Marry him the first time, absolutely do NOT let your friend influence you against him, because who KNOWS if you will get a second proposal! (You will, he likes you THAT much.) Marry him and enjoy a sweet, simple life of exactly zero drama (unless your friend is around). 7/10

Mr. Elton: Trifling gold digging trash who doesn’t know what the word no means. Do not marry, unless you want to be censured by decent, hardworking people -1/10

Frank Churchill: Knows how to have fun, but you know there’s something more going on. He won’t let you see his letters, he sends out secret notes, then he smiles and tells you that everything is totally a okay. Another boy with ANOTHER overbearing aunt, only this one doesn’t know how to say no. Marry him if you’ve got the money, but he will always be longing after the poor girl next door that auntie wouldn’t let him married, and would have cheated on you already if she was into it. 3/10

Mr. Knightly: He’s your brother in law and you’ve known him almost your whole life, so that’s a little sus, but he is also the ONLY person in your entire life who knows how to tell you no (and you really, REALLY need to be told no sometimes.) He is extremely wealthy, but more importantly he’s kind and caring about people who are considered “beneath” him. He will break his weird no dancing rule to dance with your shy friend, he will ream you out for being shitty to unwed spinsters who value your opinion, and somehow has the correct read on everyone all the time. You will gain no connections by marrying him, since the two of you already have the exact same connections anyway, but the two of you should be content in a test of wills that will last a lifetime. You’ll be very happy as long as he doesn’t get super pedantic and start correcting you about everything. 7/10

#jane austen #pride and prejudice #persuasion #sense and sensibility #emma #mansfield park #northanger abbey #mr darcy #captain wentworth

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qui-02 · 4 years ago

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When they like the same girl

Note: I really like this :)

Bakugou would be shocked when Kirishima made him realize that he was crushing on you really hard. He just couldn’t help it. Your personality was on point and you were cute too, you didn’t mind that he was an angry Boi and that is what he loved about you. You respected everyone’s personality and interest. Basically you got him HOOKED around your finger.

Everything was going well until that half and half bastard was looking you like a sick puppy in love. “OH HELL NO! I’M NOT LOSING TO THAT ICI-HOT BASTARD!”

It was a war now.

When he noticed that you liked a certain food boom he invited you to his house and surprised you with a big ass buffet just for you. He gets so damm happy knowing that you love his cooking instead of eating cold soba with ici-hot. “Tch, that is a win for me”

He gets extremely jealous when he sees you giggling with Todoroki instead of him. He literally drags you away from him telling you “remember that you are having trouble with math, let me tutor you dumbass.” He is the best tutor. He even tries to stay calm not to scare you away. At the end of the session you are now Albert Einstein :)

There is always a small fight when the two boys want to walk you to your home. Bakugou insist of carrying your bag while he glares at Shoto’s back. After ensuring that you made it home safely he makes sure to get his thoughts out. “Oi half and half, she is going to be mine so get out of the way you little bastard” Todoroki wants to avoid a fight in front of your house so he keeps things chill “that is up to Y/N to choose who she likes more but I am sure she likes me more since I don’t have anger issues” (Bakugou forgets that Deku and Ochako have been teaching him how to roast,lmfao)

Something that would definitely starts to get in the blondes nerves is when you started calling Todoroki by his first name. He just needs to change the “Oh Shoto good morning” to “morning Katsuki” Yup he definitely managed to get to hear your angelic voice saying that in the morning.talking about morning, he is the type to see at what time you get to class so he gets to walk into U.A with you and get some minutes with you alone.

Hagakure is always peeking on your shoulder to see who you will pick, this girl just wants to be you ok? Instantly you become the Heather of the school.

Now if there is the smallest chance of practicing fight against another classmate Bakugou will make sure he gets his way to be with Todoroki. His plan is to destroy him hoping to prove to you that he is stronger and better as a hero. Aizawa doesn’t care that they are booth beating the crap of their asses, it makes them stronger as hero’s so it’s all good. His plan failed when he somehow blew the pretty boy to hell and there you were rushing to Todoroki’s side to take care of him, how nice. He clenches his fist even tighter when you have Todoroki pressed against your chest as you wait for recovery girl to come :)Todoroki takes this chance to bond with you and get all your attention.

After making sure that he landed his worst enemy on the nurses bed and you are relieved that he is going to be ok he makes his final move. He makes sure that you have his attention full on him before he quickly place’s a peck on your check and whispered something that made your cheeks heat up. “Look dumbass, I want to be more than friends, ok?”

It’s up to you Now if you want to fill up a heart with joy or to shatter one to pieces since the second heart that is fighting for your love followed you all the way to the park hoping to catch up with you. So what will you do?

I will be giving credits to Deku and Ochako for helping the boy to realize that he has a crush on you and it isn’t a small one. Like I mentioned earlier he always has a small smile on his face when he is with you, some gorgeous puppy eyes just begging for your attention and he follows you like a lost puppy! He is a simp for you even before you start dating :)

It soon began to be a normal thing for Todoroki to share his lunch with you. He always leaves you a bit of his beloved cold soba hopping that you eat it before Bakugou drags you away from him. Talking about lunch the two boys fight for you to either eat lunch with the Deku-squad or the Baku-squad. So you decided to sit one day with each one since you have so much fun with them.

He gets you all the things you want like literally Endevor is getting concern on why his son is buying so many clothes and sweets. He talkes you to the finest mall you have on your area and he doesn’t care that you take 3 hours to only get 1 dress. He just wants to make you happy ok? Absolutely lives for spoiling you to death.

I feel like once he is getting used to you giving him thank you hugs he will crave for your touch 24/7. For some reason he will awkwardly get closer to you and that is his language to ask for a hug.If the class is traveling from the main building to USJ he will make sure that he gets to seat next to you. After training hard he is tiered so you tilt his head so it’s resting on your shoulder as you slowly watch him fall asleep, might as well join him.Bakugou catches a sight of you two napping together and his palms start to fume, cue Kirishima trying to calm him down before he explodes the bus.

Since Bakugou steals you away from him since apparently you need “tutoring for maths” he dose the same thing when you are talking to him,lol. He takes that chance to help you out on hero training. He helps you out with your technique, developing your quick you name it he is working on it with you. He takes this as bonding time with you and after training it’s tradition for you to get soba.

He loves you so much that he feels comfortable talking about you with his mom. Like he goes to visit her and he just straight up talks about how amazing you are for hours and hours until his mother brings up “You really like her Shoto don’t you?” He makes a mind note to ask you out soon so his mother can meet the love of his life in person.

Since it was normal for the two boys to walk you home Shoto came up with the best plan to ask you out. He made sure to leave Bakugou’s hero costume completely destroyed but like almost naked so he needed Hatsume to make improvements to his costume. Taking that opportunity to give you a letter that he wrote himself. “Could this really be it you asked yourself?” After saying goodbye you started reading the latter and you were left in tears, you could believe that someone could love you that much??

You have the world in your hands right now, it’s a matter of time before you have to breaks someone heart.

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tommybaholland · 3 years ago

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Hello! I was wondering if you could write a angst oneshot about the whole Izuku leaving UA incident and how his s/o would take it seeing that letter right after the war ark, and maybe their reaction if he came back?

If you've done this already please just ignore this! (ˊ˘ˋ*)

where are you, deku?

featuring: midoriya

recent manga chapter spoilers in this one! i have to admit that i haven’t been the biggest fan of the current arc thus far but this is one reason why i write. so i included some stuff that i feel were missed opportunities. also, if you read the manga, i’d love to hear any predictions you might have. enjoy! x

sitting in a hospital was never fun. it’s already bad if you’re there to be treated but sitting there, waiting for someone to wake up, not knowing that they will? you’d rather be admitted.

you didn’t know how he would recover from this. there’s no way his body could handle everything that he pushed through to stop the evil from winning. was there even a winner in this war? you’re not even sure how or why it started. there were so many things happening, so many twists and turns and surprises that everyone who survived physically wouldn’t have much luck mentally.

no matter how you spin it, there was no silver lining. and you were not the only one plagued by the lasting effect.

todoroki’s supposedly dead brother is alive and a mass murder, mirio has his powers again but doesn’t know that tamaki might be dead, midnight’s death was confirmed days ago and no one could just forget about it..

and it had been three days, but deku had not awoken from his unconscious state.

you were adamant about being the first one he saw when he woke up. he’d say that you’re stubborn but that was one thing you had in common. it was odd for him to stay unconscious for this long when he had always been the epitome of persistence.

the sound of all might entering the room jerked you awake from what was probably the tenth time you had dozed off.

“y/n,” he addressed. “you have done a great job keeping midoriya company but i think it’s time for you to get some rest. todoroki and bakugo have awoken, why don’t you go check on them with your other classmates?”

you didn’t even look over to him, not wanting to see the pitiful expression on his face.

“why isn’t he waking up, all might? he doesn’t even look like he’s in pain,” you observed, looking down at your unconscious partner.

“that must be a good thing, though, right?” the former hero replied.

“yes but,” you paused, unsure of how to say it. “it’s odd. he’s not in a coma-induced state, he just looks like he’s taking a nap.”

all might knew that midoriya and bakugo had kept the secret of ofa between them. now might be a good time to tell everyone, or at least everyone who should know, what was going to happen to him. midoriya was not unconscious nor asleep but was in a similar state, one that allowed him to talk to the previous holders of one for all.

until he finishes his conversation with them, an explanation would have to wait.

“you have observed well, y/n. i can assure you that he is not in any pain and will wake up eventually. he’ll want to tell you everything when he does. until then, please go tell the other students what you know for now.”

“what if he wakes up?” you questioned, continuing to face deku with your hands over one of his casted arms.

“i’ll have someone send for you but i’m sure you’ll be around when he finally wakes,” all might reassured.

you nodded, too tired to protest at this point. you stood from your seat before leaning down to press a parting kiss to his freckled cheek. his skin was warm which prompted a tear you didn’t know was there to fall down your cheek. he was alive but you wanted him to be okay.

you wiped the tear from your face and sniffled before turning around to finally face all might. he patted your shoulder as you walked by, quickly leaving the room. you decided that you would do as you were told and to go check on your other classmates. however, you didn’t get very far when you ran into bakugo who was storming down the hallway while resisting the restraint of sato and mineta.

“Y/N! WHERE IS HE?”

It almost made you smile to see that bakugo was still his belligerent self, despite being seriously injured. however, that doesn’t mean he should be walking around so soon. you stood in front of the door to deku’s room, prohibiting him from entering. once he finally reached you, he tried to push past you with his hands on your shoulders.

“you better move out of the way or start talking before i kill both you AND HIM,” he threatened when you wouldn’t move.

“he’s still unconscious,” you replied solemnly. “but all might’s certain that he will wake up.”

bakugo’s demeanor changed as he observed the melancholy expression on your face. he wasn’t an idiot but you were. it was the least he could do.

“well, i agree with him. of course he’s going to wake up, you idiot.”

you looked up at him, waiting for elaboration from his sudden confidence.

“tch. i thought you loved him or whatever. somehow your annoying ass decided to put up with his dumbass so you of all people would know that he wouldn’t just quit. and if he does, i’ll make sure he’s really dead.”

once almost everyone was discharged from the hospital, you were instructed to return to UA. you were told that you would receive updates and further instructions the next morning. however, sleep was far from what you would receive. despite the exhaustion, you were restless beyond belief which made you delirious and you couldn’t tell if the shuffling outside your room was real or not.

you woke up early, just when the sun was beginning to rise. you decided to get up as there was no point in trying to fall back asleep. you didn’t get even a step outside your room after stepping on a folded piece of paper that had been shoved under the door, waiting for you.

it was a letter from him.

it turns out that seemingly everyone got a letter from him. all of them varied in contents but they all conveyed the same message:

he had left the hero course.

they also explained his power and how it passed down from all might which is the reason why the league of villains and all for one were after him. yours, however, included a little extra message written at the end.

i love you, y/n. please don’t come looking for me.

he had probably blamed himself for all the strife he had caused with the war but you thought it was dumb for him to leave. how did he think he was going to do this on his own? there was obviously more to this story than he provided but given that he told everyone in the class, he had to keep it simple.

it was all making sense to you, shedding some light as to why all might was so sure of deku’s recovery. however, you didn’t get to see him when he woke up like you were told. he played it safe in writing these letters because he knew that you and others in the class would only try to stop him if he left. everyone was asking you about what you knew and you couldn’t tell them squat. you tried calling and texting him but he wouldn’t answer.

it was an odd feeling. you didn’t know whether you should be mad or not. if you couldn’t see your boyfriend yourself, you had to talk to all might. however, mr. aizawa was the only thing standing, or rather now sitting, in your way.

“by now, you all know that your classmate, midoriya, has left the hero course. this does not mean that the rest of you should follow in his footsteps.”

even though he didn’t tower over everyone anymore from his wheelchair, he was still equally as intimidating.

“now, UA has agreed to use its campus as an evacuation shelter. your families have already begun the moving process. classes will resume as normal but no one will be allowed to leave the campus under any circumstances. we’ve put a pause on all work study-related activities outside of the school until we know that there are no more possible threats, at least, for now. any questions can be directed to me.”

“will all might be returning?” you asked.

“all might will be taking leave from teaching for now,” answered mr. aizawa. “as i said, you can direct your questions to me.”

“right, sir, but i have questions for him about dek-- i mean, midoriya.”

“well, you’ll have to wait until he finds an opportunity to return then.”

“when will that be?”

“whenever he finds an opportunity, y/n. any other questions?”

it seemed like you were at a loss until you remembered something from when you were in the hospital with deku. bakugo’s behavior when you told him what all might said changed rather abruptly and you don’t think it’s because all might is his favorite pro hero. although they grew up together, deku and bakugo were anything but close. however, bakugo’s affirmation that he would recover felt odd and like he knew something that made him sure of it.

this led you to pursue him as your next lead.

you found him later in the kitchen making something for himself, as he usually cooked for himself than eating the food sent over by the school.

“what did you think about his letter?”

“what letter? i didn’t get anything from that damn nerd.”

that was surprising but that logic further pushed the idea that he knew something and therefore didn’t need a letter to explain it to him.

“so you don’t know anything about this?” you asked as you pulled out the folded-up paper that was left at your door that morning.

bakugo snatched the paper out of your hand and scanned over its contents quickly. his brows raised by the time he reached the end before he grimaced again.

“that idiot,” he muttered under his breath.

“so you didn’t know about it?”

“this is almost the same as what everyone else got,” he observed, ignoring your question.

“okay. but did you know about it?” you asked again.

“of course i did, you dumbass! so are you gonna ask me a billion questions now that his cowardly ass isn’t here to explain it to you like he should’ve?”

“so there is more to it.”

“he gave you the gist of it. that’s really all you need to know.”

“but what do shigaraki and all for one have to do with this?”

“can’t you read? the letter literally explained that.”

“like you said, it was really only the gist of it.”

“well, you were right in wanting to talk to all might but i guess you’ll have to wait.”

“no. if you know something, i need to hear about it. also, why do you get to know about all this?”

“because that moron originally told me about it back when we started school here. i didn’t take it seriously at the time until he started getting stronger. right after we moved to the dorms, he and all might told me everything,” he explained.

“i need you to tell me what happened then because he and all might aren’t here right now.”

“look, it’s really not my job to tell you! this really belongs between the two of them. dumb deku just promised that he would be strong enough to try to beat me.”

“at least tell me why he felt he had to leave when we could’ve helped him! i know he likes to act like a selfless idiot but i don’t know if he can do this by himself.”

bakugo sighed. “this is his fight and his fight alone. like icyhot said back at the sports festival, he has all might in his corner. that’s all the help he’s gonna need.”

you nodded in agreement.

“plus, that dumb power of his involves more than what you’ve seen of it,” he added cryptically.

“what does that mean?”

“did you even read the letter? it said that the power was passed down from all might to him, moron.”

“again, that doesn’t really mean much to me,” you pressed.

“tch. yeah. you probably only paid attention to that gross end part. that stupid nerd,” he muttered.

“what was that?”

“look, i’m done talking with you. either talk to all might or use your damn head.”

that wasn’t a complete waste of time but it certainly was a lost cause. despite his arrogance, everything bakugo said was true. he’s not someone who goes around lying about things so you felt that you could trust him when he said that deku would be in good hands with all might.

you left the kitchen somewhat satisfied but it still bothered you that you didn’t know everything completely. you wondered if there was anyone else who knew about it but the chances were slim, given that bakugo also stated that it was between deku and all might.

while heading back up to your room, you ran into todoroki. you hadn’t talked to him much since the war. out of anyone, he was probably going through it more than anyone.

“hey, todoroki. how are you holding up?” you asked, grinning softly.

his voice was still recovering but it was a lot better than a few days ago. “hello, y/n. my family’s okay for the most part and my father is finally doing what he should.”

you didn’t want to pry but you knew what he meant.

“did you get a letter?”

“from midoriya? yes. i’m not especially surprised since he and all might have been close since school began. however, i do find it odd that he suddenly has another power. did you notice it?”

you nodded. “it first happened during the training session with class B, right?”

“yes. were you ever curious about it?”

“he was probably more freaked out about it than anyone else so i didn’t focus too much on it,” you explained.

“i asked him about it and i agree, he did seem apprehensive about it.”

there was a beat of silence then which had you pondering over what bakugo had said.

“apparently there’s more to his power than we think and it has something to do with the passing from one user to another,” you reported.

“i’ve been thinking about that, as well,” todoroki replied. “it’s possible that midoriya’s power is evolving to beyond what all might could do with it. it would make sense, given quirk singularity.”

his theory seemed reliable since he would know about something like singularity.

“thank you for sharing that with me, todoroki. it think it’s quite possible that you’re right. i’m going to try to talk to all might if you want to confirm it,” you offered.

“thank you, y/n, but i believe the answer will be more clear later on. there’s something i have to focus on for myself right now. i hope you find out more soon.”

you thanked him, wished him well, and made the rest of the way to your room. now, you really couldn’t imagine what todoroki was going through. if anything, he had just as much weight on his shoulders as deku right now.

then again, you still needed answers as to exactly what he was doing.

later that night, bakugo sat on his bed looking down at a piece of paper. it had four simple words on it. words that both excited and annoyed him immensely.

i’m catching up, kacchan.

months passed and you hadn’t heard from deku. well, you had but not in the way you wanted. you finally got in touch with all might, who showed up to UA in person. apparently, mr. aizawa had passed down the message that you were wanting to talk but you don’t know how long ago that had been. you appreciated his effort but at this point, it was your boyfriend who you needed to see now. you didn’t want to displace your anger onto him but he could see that distress that you are in.

“i’m sorry that he couldn’t come himself,” all might apologized.

you sighed. “it’s alright. it seems like he has better things to do now.”

“he just needs to work on yielding one for all,” all might elaborated.

“is that what it’s called? one for all?”

“he didn’t tell you about it? i thought he wrote everyone in the class a letter?”

“he did but he didn’t go into too much detail which is why i wanted to talk to you,” you explained, your tone rather aloof.

“right. of course,” all might replied before clearing his throat to fill in the missing pieces.

it turns out that todoroki’s theory was on the track in that one for all had reached the singularity point and the quirks from its predecessors were beginning to manifest.

“the fact that he was completely quirkless before one for all makes the singularity point easier for him to transition to and use the other six quirks.”

that was news to you. “he was quirkless?”

“yes.”

it was all making sense now. everything that seemed off about him and his power was because he never had one in the first place. you also could now understand why bakugo was the most hostile with him when it came to training and deku’s improvement with his power. and this was why bakugo was dead set on deku coming out of this alive.

however, you couldn’t help but feel naive. you felt like you should’ve listened to your intuition more when things weren’t adding up and he was landing himself back in the hospital with broken arms time after time. but you ended up falling in love with him and it wasn’t because of his power. in the same vein, you weren’t about to hate him for it either, like bakugo or even todoroki at the beginning of the school year. he had worked hard to where he is now and the truth was that he had always been that way, quirk or not.

but how come he felt the need to hide it all, especially from you? bakugo had only recently been clued in about all of it so why not you as well?

“i made him not say anything to anyone, especially since i had started teaching at the school,” all might explained, continuing to be incredibly perceptive. “and bakugo was only roped in because he was catching on to it.”

“yeah. he told me that deku originally told him a while ago,” you recalled. “so what is he going to do about shigaraki and all for one?”

“we’re not entirely sure yet. right now he’s mostly acting as bait to try to lure out the league of villains while taking care of any stray villains from the prison breaks.”

“so what you’re saying is you don’t have a plan?” you questioned.

“we’re considering all of our options, y/n.”

“who?”

“deku, myself, endeavor, and hawks. best jeanist has also been helping with recon,” he elaborated.

of course, he’d have the top three heroes and all might on his side. not to mention all the vestiges talking to him in his head. what about the rest of the class though? surely he was going to need more than that. hero society is hanging by a thread that could snap at any moment if the villains strike again first.

“why didn’t you let me see him after he woke up?” you asked, changing the subject.

“we wanted him to stay at UA, as that’s where he’d be most protected. unfortunately, every decision has been his own,” he answered.

that was what you were afraid of.

since that conversation, the city had been partially recovered, villains were being captured, and there weren’t any threats as of yet from the league. UA fully reinstated work study programs and students were allowed out under heavy supervision.

todoroki kept coming back from his father’s agency with letters from deku to give to you. you read them, of course, but hadn’t replied to a single one. talking to all might was helpful, it really was, but you couldn’t help this nagging feeling inside you. his letters didn’t help much either. of course, you were happy to hear from him and it did give you that tingling feeling of love that you hadn’t felt in months.

the letters mostly detailed what he was doing and provided updates on his progress since you had talked to all might. however, if he was freely moving about the city, you didn’t understand why he couldn’t just come talk to you. all might had said that all the decisions made were his own and he was doing it in the best interest of you, the school, and his family. the thought of deku saying that he didn’t want to see anyone else get hurt made you shake your head. he’s very persistent and strong-willed but he too often doesn’t accept the help nor listen to the warnings of others, yourself included.

you missed him but you were also resentful towards him and you hated feeling that way. you wanted to be supportive rather than selfish but it was hard when he could be too self-sacrificing. it’s not that you didn’t have faith in him. you just wanted to prepare for the worst.

“hey, idiot.”

“what is it, bakugo?”

bakugo and todoroki approached you one day after they came back from their work study.

“we’re trying to tell you something important so don’t cop an attitude right now,” he glared.

you gave him an unamused look, unfazed by the irony. “so did you need something?”

todoroki spoke up next. “yes. my father would like to recruit you for work study. you don’t currently have one, right?”

“no. i don’t,” you replied honestly. “why does endeavor want me all of the sudden?”

“because midoriya—“

“shut up, you half and half moron!” bakugo interrupted. “look, we need help and thought you would want to be included.”

“okay. but why me?”

“you’re such a dumbass. just come with us!”

and now you were here at the endeavor agency in your hero costume with an uneasy feeling. maybe it was because you were standing right in front of the number one himself.

“hello, y/n.”

it was true that he didn’t have any other expression other than a scowl. lately, that scowl seemed worn down and honestly, you couldn’t blame him.

“bakugo and shoto have told me about you. of course, i first heard about you from deku.”

your ears perked up at his hero name. you hadn’t heard it in months.

“since he has left the hero course, we needed another student apprentice at the agency. the reason why we didn’t contact you sooner was that we were overconfident in thinking that we didn’t need another and for that, i personally apologize.”

endeavor bowing to you was a sight you thought you’d see only in your dreams.

“so what is this really about then?”

“the league of villains is on the move and he needs some help.”

you didn’t have time to even think of a response before the familiar mess of green hair came into view. that was really the only familiar thing about him against his dirty and tattered hero costume. not to mention all the upgrades that you had never seen before.

“hey, y/n,” he greeted with a soft grin.

you felt like your heart had stopped for a solid three seconds.

“deku…” you breathed out finally. you let the tears well up in your eyes. you didn’t want him to see you cry. you felt a rush of adrenaline pull you towards him and tackle him to the ground.

from the view, it looked like you were happy to see him. you were anything but thrilled.

“why— how— w- what are you doing here?” you questioned, leaning over him on the ground. you face felt hot with rage but you couldn’t stop it. the more you tried to suppress your emotions, the more intense they felt.

“well, i wanted to see you!” he answered, trying to lighten the mood.

“you wanted to SEE ME!? what about the previous eight months, huh? or when you woke up? you didn’t want to see me then either?”

“y/n, please i didn’t intend to abandon anyone. i only wanted to protect—“

“everyone, right?” you interrupted him. “what about the rest of us? we want to be heroes too! we’ve fought countless battles and went through a whole war with you! when are you going to get it through your dumb head that we want to help you?”

“heh. they sound like me now,” bakugo quietly commented as he and todoroki watched this whole scene.

“i wouldn’t get excited about that,” replied todoroki.

“i’m sorry if i’m being selfish but this isn’t fair, deku,” you cried, your tears dripping onto his face.

if he thought about it, deku had improved immensely in the last several months, most likely at a quicker rate than he had at UA. however, that was because there wasn’t as much restraint on the usage of his powers. he got to fight high-level villains without a lot of supervision. he was essentially a vigilante and the top three of the hero society were allowing him to do it.

“i’m sorry for leaving, y/n,” he began, sitting up as you leaned up off of him to wipe your tears.

“i wasn’t thinking about everyone’s feelings but i felt that it wasn’t anyone’s decision. you guys would have stopped me no matter what.”

you didn’t make eye contact with him until his next sentence.

“but that doesn’t mean i should be treated as a special case. you’re right, i shouldn’t waste all the energy and effort everyone has put into to stop something that i’m mostly responsible for. even though i’ve been figuring things out on my own lately, i have no idea how i’m going to stop all for one or save shigaraki.”

you suddenly felt stupid as he looked down solemnly. you were stupid for overreacting. at the end of the day, this was his fight. no one else could do this but him. however, hearing that he needed help was what you needed to hear.

your boyfriend needed help.

“hey,” you called softly, placing a hand over his cheek. he looked up as you with glossy green eyes.

“you don’t have to do this all by yourself. you have so many friends and heroes wanting to help you. i know you don’t want to lose anyone but i think everyone involved knows the risks.”

you looked back to bakugo and todoroki for reassurance. todoroki nodded in agreement while bakugo simply, “tch. whatever.”

“you’ve got me, too. you’re never gonna lose me, deku. and i won’t let you lose either. i love you too much even if you can be really dumb sometimes.”

“i love you too, babe,” he reciprocated, his face getting closer to yours. “i did really miss you.”

“i know, baby.”

you completed the reconciliation with a sweet kiss, one that made bakugo roll his eyes.

“can you idiots stop wasting my time already?!”

“i agree,” endeavor spoke up. “we should start telling them what we know.”

“right! sorry, sir!” your boyfriend squeaked before scrambling to get you both off the floor. you stifled a laugh. he’s probably seen some stuff over the last few months but his cute, spastic self didn’t change much.

“let’s get y/n acclimated to the agency first and then we’ll go over everything,” endeavor suggested.

“oh my gosh, y/n! i can’t wait to show you how huge this place is! c’mon,” deku exclaimed, grabbing your hand and pulling you around the office.

he didn’t want to let go once but if you wanted to because your hands were sweaty, he’d simply reach for it again. his thumb ran over the back of yours when you were just standing next to each other, giving it an occasional squeeze. even when it was his turn to talk, he didn’t release.

“okay so here’s what i’ve done recently and the information i’ve gathered from those encounters..”

you didn’t know what the end result would be and he was none the wiser. he knows how he wants it to end and now he has people he can count on for that.

heyy bnha night! let’s hear about more of your favs..

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Hi ya! I was wondering if I could please get a match up for either The Bad Batch or just Star Wars in general??

I am 18, female and straight. Currently my skin tone is a lovely shade of pink and red because I got sunburnt 🤣 but normally it’s decently fair/medium fair (and that’s being generous), my hair is dirty blonde and curly. I enjoy being creative in many ways such as writing, painting and dance, I have actually danced for almost 7 years now and it is one of my biggest passions and stress reliever. I’m not a super serious person overall and I love to just relax and have a good time with whatever I’m doing and whoever I’m with. My live language is 100% mutual playful banter and “bullying” (obviously not actual bullying but picking on each other in a playful manner) that being said though I do know when to be serious and I’m always an ear to listen and a shoulder to lean on.

I hope that is an okay description

🖤🖤

I'm a do both for you.

Clone wars

I match you with..... Wolffe

Wolffe doesn't show affection much, it's small things with him such as brushing his hand agaisnt yours or small words of encouragement.

He and the 104th have watched you dance before Plo Koon has been partaken in a few session.

He is always stressed and Plo Koon has tried getting him to find ways to destress. Wolffe and Cody are two most stressed clone Commanders in all the GAR.

Teach him how to dance and bully him lightly. It will become some what normal for him and he will do it back to you when he tries to teach you how to holds blaster properly.

Lots of play fights which he most certainty doesn't let you win. What are you talking about you won fair and square.

He enjoys having you around when he is doing reports. Just having you in the same room makes it more bearable working.

Please curl up against him while he works it's gives him time for you and moments of affection he normally wouldn't share. And at the same time he gets his reports done quicker.

Man blushes hard with hand holding.

Please treasure and reassure Wolffe that you love him yes he can be a hard ass but he is also a soft soul who has been thought alot.

" Cyar'ika, please. I need to get these reports finished" Wolffe says lightly looking from the reports to you as you lean over his chair.

"Sorry Wolffe I just want to cuddle" you say as you press a kiss to his temple.

Wolffe grumbles lightly but opens his arms so that you can came around and make yourself comfortable on his lap.

Wolffe wraps his right arm around you pulling you rest your head against his shoudler.

Wolffe smiles lightly as he presses a kiss to your cheek and continues to look over his reports in the comfortable silence between you both.

Your fingers start to wander slowly drawing symbols and patterns over his chest. Wolffe let's out a rumble of a sigh as his eyes focus on you.

"Cyar'ika, your being a pest" he says only for you to giggle lightly.

" Sorry Wolffe. I just enjoy being close. Haven't seen you in a little and I missed your handsome face" you reply leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips which makes him huff again.

"Your pushing it now Cyare" he chuckles as his arm grips your thigh pulling you up closer.

The Bad batch

I match you with.... Crosshair

Crosshair has such good balance and he makes for a great dance partner. As much as he grumbles about dancing he really enjoys it.

He's very cocky when he dances with you. Man just enjoys being an asshole. Lots of bullying and jokes.

He's the type of assholes who would slap your sunburnt skin and then hide in the highest place possible so you can't hit him back.

He loves pushing you out of your comfort zone. Not something over the top but like holding your hand in public or with a group of people just s starts being overly effected.

Hes a bully as it is so it's just this big rivalry between the two of you. He loves teasing you over alot do things but never things that you really enjoy.

Write him teasing little love letters about how much you want to punch him in the face and he just smiles to himself with his hand coming his face.

He will send you back letters like that and all of the bad batch and GAR know you two have a thing going becuase of it.

He's all the type of asshole who randomly scares you with loud noise and picking you up.

His love language is basically being a cat.

"Cross! You asshole!" You yell chasing after the man. You can hear his chuckle as he quickly climbs part of ruins that the bad batch now occupy.

"I'm going to flail you. And I'll make it look like an accident!" You yell again. Crosshair smirks from his position seeing the bright green paint dripping down they side of your face.

"You'll have to come up here if you want a chance of that princess" toothpick pressed into the Corner of his mouth as he says himself up on the pillar.

"Come down here and fight me like a man Crooshair, or are you scared Loth cat" you try and taunt as he lines up the scope of the gun.

"Its cute that you think you can taunt me Y/n real cute" he calls as he shoots the rifle sending another bright coloured paint ball right into your leg.

"I hate you Cross!, I'm not giving fucking Smooches for the next week!" You call our to him as you slowly lip away covered in green and Blue paint.

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