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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 1 year ago

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Imagine Azula having a crush on you and everyone but you knowing it

You walked into the dining room to hear Ty Lee and Mai talking. Ty lee seemed to be worried about something and Mai nodded along. "Just invite y/n too and she'll be in a good mood" Mai replied and your ear perked up "invite y/n where now?". Mai and Ty lee jumped vividly. "Y/n" Ty lee said shooting you a smile "good morning how are you?". You smiled "morning, i’m good how are you?". "Really great" Ty Lee smiled and you nodded "so this thing you're inviting me to?". Ty lee nodded "yeah so basically the Kyoshi Warriors need some fire benders to help with the winter preparations and I was wondering if you and Azula could spare half an hour or so?". You nodded "of course! I'm seeing her after this for training so I’ll ask her then. What time do you need us for?". "Erm this evening if it’s okay?" Ty lee asked and you nodded "sure!". You tucked into your breakfast missing the sly smirk Mai shot Ty lee.

You asked Azula and she agreed to help so together you made your way to the foundations below the palace where the heating system lay. Ty Lee and Suki were waiting for you. “Thanks for coming” Suki smiled “we’ve got a few firebenders but the two of you will definitely be a strong force”. “Of course, Y/n and Azula have always been an excellent duo” Ty lee grinned and Azula made a noise. You didn’t notice and simply smiled back at Ty lee “of course we do, that’s why we’re best friends” and you shot Azula a fond look. Azula smiled back at you but you noticed she seemed nervous. You made a mental note to ask her about that later when you were alone and turned to Suki “now, where do you want us?”.

Azula’s POV

Once you’d helped balance the heating system Azula excused herself hoping to avoid any further teasing from Ty lee. Suki accompanied her back up to the palace but apparently the warrior had caught onto Ty lee’s teasing. “I have to admit I was surprised you could make it tonight” Suki told her “I figured your schedule would be far too busy to spare even half an hour”. Azula nodded “it is, I had to push several things around just to be here. Hence why I’m rushing away now”. Suki nodded “I guess you must really care a lot about Ty Lee and y/n”. The warrior stressed your name and Azula tensed. “Of course” Azula nodded “now excuse me i’m going this way” and she left the warrior. Azula could’ve sworn she heard the sound of chuckling and it took all her willpower to prevent a blush creeping up her neck. She’d be having stern words with Ty lee, that was for sure.

Your POV

To celebrate winter a ball was thrown every year and the annual event was fast approaching. When you questioned Ty lee on what she planned on wearing she admitted she wasn’t sure. You could always tell when there was something Ty lee was leaving out so encouraged her and she admitted there was something she’d like to try. The Kyoshi Warriors were all very close and apparently they regularly went shopping together and had chosen their outfits for the ball as a group. Ty lee liked how fun the group fashion shopping-spree sounded and confessed she wished she could do that with her friends but Mai and Azula hated shopping with a passion. You frowned recognising her predicament but you didn’t see why they both couldn’t do this one thing for Ty lee. She was always there when Azula needed her and you’d lost count of the number of times she’s skipped social events for Mai. So you agreed to talk to them both, determined to make Ty lee’s wish come true.

You had dinner as a group often and the next time it happened you decided to broach the subject. Ty lee left early for her guard duty and you figured it was the perfect time. You set down your cutlery and breathed “So...I have something to ask you both. It’s a thing Ty lee would like us to try”. "What thing?" Azula asked immediately and you smiled nervously. "Hear me out before you dismiss the idea. She wants is to go shopping and choose outfits for the ball together". Mai groaned instinctively "eugh but shopping is the worst! Especially in groups". Azula nodded "that is true, what is even the need? We’re all capable of selecting clothing". “The idea is to have some fun together” you smiled undeterred “we can pick out outfits for each other and give advice and encouragement. We can make a whole day of it and anyway it will make Ty lee so happy! Isn’t that enough". "No" Mai replied and you sighed "what about you Azula? What do you think?". Mai saw Azula’s conflicted expression and began to worry. You stared at Azula with wide pleading eyes and Mai could feel her ally slipping with every second. Azula eventually sighed "fine...I guess this once couldn't hurt". You squealed and wrapped yourself around Azula. "Thank you you’re the greatest" you cried pecking her cheek "sorry Mai but 3 against 1 we’re going! I'll go find Ty lee" and you rushed away.

Azula’s POV

"Traitor" Mai hissed the second you’d left and Azula blushed. "I'm no such thing. I just agree this will be a nice thing for Ty lee". "Sure you did this for Ty lee" Mai said and Azula blushed "whatever perverted thought you have about y/n...". "I never mentioned y/n" Mai smiled and Azula blushed. "whatever" and she rushed from the dining room.

So the four of you found yourself in a boutique a few days before the ball. You and Ty lee were very enthusiastic and Azula watched as you had soon selected several outfits for each girl which you thought would suit them. However when it came to choosing an outfit for yourself you realised you hadn’t even thought about it. Standing there empty-handed Mai smirked at you. "Maybe this is why you should be less social" she teased and you smiled "I'll be fine I don’t care what I wear I'll just pick....this" you said grabbing the first dress you saw. Azula paused as she saw the chosen item. It was a stunning gold dress, she knew it would match your body type and skin colouring perfectly. "How do you just pick up a beautiful dress like that?" Azula asked and you smiled "magic hands, now let's try them on". You rushed to the changing room and the woman paused "I'm sorry we only have 2 private changing rooms available and there’s a time limit. We’re very busy with the ball just around the corner”. Azula glared "I knew I should’ve booked this whole place out". She felt her anger rising up inside her and was about to tell this woman exactly who she was when you placed a hand on her arm and all that fell away. You shot her a smile and stepped forwards "it’s okay we can just share them! Mai and Ty lee in one and me and you in another". The woman nodded "that would work”. Azula turned bright red "but share changing rooms...are we really that desperate". "You said you would do this" Ty lee whined and you frowned "it won’t be that bad Azula I promise". Azula sighed but gave in. Azula let you lead her into a changing room and froze when the door closed. You hung up your one dress and began pulling your coat off. Azula felt the heat rise to her cheeks and panicked. Did she walk out? Could she make covering her eyes seem casual or would that be too weird? Should she just act as normal? You chatted to her through all of this and Azula had no idea what to do. You began pulling your clothes over your head obliviously and then you got tangled. "I don’t think I undid all the buttons" you laughed "Azula can you help?". "Me?" Azula cried. She had her eyes glued to the floor and now you wanted her to look at you! "Who else?" you giggled "can you just help pull it over my head please?" you asked. Azula frowned and looked at you. "The dress is tangled on your necklace" she explained and you sighed "knew it! Can you loosen it?". Azula did so, pleased you couldn't see the huge blush on her face as she tried not to look at you. Finally your t-shirt came over your head and your face came into view. Your hair was all messy and your face was so close to hers. Azula thought you looked effortlessly beautiful and she hastened to look away. "Thanks" you grinned before turning to grab the dress you’d brought to try on. Azula turned away and gave you privacy. "Aren’t you trying anything on" you asked and Azula paused. She’d actually forgotten that was the whole point of this but the thought of undressing in front of you made her even more embarrassed so she shook her head. "No I just remembered I already have a dress I want to wear to the party anyway". "That’s good" you smiled "what does it look like?". "It’s nothing special" Azula tried brushing the subject away. "I'm sure that's not true" you replied instantly "can you zip me up?". Azula turned back around to see you’d gotten the dress on and it looked stunning. The gown hugged your body in a flattering fashion and it looked as if it had been tailored for you. You just looked great in everything apparently. Azula stared at you in shock before she realised you were watching her. "Azula?" you asked “a little help?” and she nodded "yes of course”. Azula brought her shaking hands to your zipper and pulled it up. "So how does it look?" you asked spinning around and Azula shook her head "you look so beautiful". You blushed and Azula did too "I mean the dress is beautiful and it really suits you". "Thanks Azula you’re so kind to me" you smiled hugging her. You let go far too soon for Azula’s liking and opened the door "Mai, Ty lee are you ready?”.

Once the other two girls appeared compliments and opinions were exchanged while Azula stood there awkwardly. It was decided Mai’s dress needed accessories and you disappeared back into the shop to find something for her. Ty lee and Mai chattered amongst themselves but Azula’s lack of outfit didn’t go unnoticed for long. "Azula where's your dress?" Ty lee asked and she shrugged "I decided to wear an old one". "So you just..went into the changing room with y/n for fun?" Mai asked with a smirk and Azula blushed. "No I helped her zip it up and I'm going to wait out here now anyway". The duo laughed and Azula was getting ready to shout at them when you returned with the wrap for Mai. “I’ve got it! What did I miss? Wait are you guys actually enjoying this?” you asked grinning. Ty lee nodded and Mai smiled devilishly “you know I hated it at first but now I’m getting into it. This is fun” she grinned shooting Azula a look and the princess groaned. This was going to be a long afternoon.

Finally the day of the ball arrived and Azula, of course was one of the first ones present. Azula watched the people enter the hall, mentally taking notes and putting names to faces.

About an hour into the party Azula began to wonder where you were. Most of the guests appeared to be here and the party was now in full swing but still there was no sign of you. Azula paced wondering what was keeping you.

You entered with Ty lee and that answered Azula’s question. The chi blocker was late to everything of course she'd held you up. Azula watched as you descended the staircase and felt her skin erupt in goosebumps. Whenever she saw you she just got lost for a few seconds and this time she let herself. She noticed how a piece of hair had slipped out of your bun but how if anything it framed your face wonderfully, making you look even more glamorous. She noticed how the bracelet you always wore on your arm jingled up and down as you spoke animated to Ty lee. She saw how your eyes sparkled with excitement as you surveyed the room. And then they landed on Azula herself. You smiled immediately in response to her and Azula felt a warm sensation sweep over her. The smile was all for her and she basked in it before turning away so as to not creep you out. "Y/n and Ty lee look good" Zuko commented and Azula nodded "they certainly do". “Although you probably think more so for the former”. Azula’s head snapped around rapidly. “Mai told you?” she hissed and her brother chuckled “yes but she didn’t have to. You’re very territorial, sister. Anyone comes near y/n and you’re ready to maim them in case they hurt her. You’ve all but declared her yours”. Azula rolled her eyes “you don’t know what you’re talking about and I’m hardly going to take dating advice from you. It took how many years before you acknowledged your feelings for Mai and even then she was the one who asked you out because you were too scared!”. Azula had meant to provoke her brother into storming away but he only smiled. “Try and change the topic all you want but it doesn’t change how smitten you are for y/n and speaking of...you should be careful Azula someones stealing your girlfriend" Zuko teased with a glint in his eye.

Azula immediately froze and spun around to find you in the centre of the dance floor with some boy. She narrowed her eyes and glared "what is that boy of yours doing here?". Zuko smiled "who Jet? I invited him to the party, if I remember right he's quite a smooth talker isn’t he Katara?". The water bender, who apparently had been rudely listening to the whole conversation, nodded smugly. "He is. Quite the ladies man". Azula narrowed her eyes and the pair exchanged a smile. "Well I don’t care" Azula said in a weak attempt to brush off their comments. She was quiet for three seconds before she burst "and y/n’s gay anyway so he’s wasting his time". Your laughter suddenly broke across the room and Zuko smirked "I’m sure you’re right”. Azula glared and Katara took pity "you know Azula if you just told y/n...". "Told her what! There’s nothing to tell!" she cried and Katara raised her hands in surrender. "Okay but if you did like y/n, then telling her would solve all your issues". "You don’t know anything about me" Azula snapped and stormed away.

Azua simmered on the edge of the dance floor, watching you laugh and smile while wishing the boy would trip over and hurt himself. She kept grabbing drinks from nearby trays for something to distract herself and was beginning to feel the effect of them. Azula drummed her finger against the empty cup and tried to deal with all the feelings swirling around in her head.

She felt annoyed that everyone she knew had been teasing her mercilessly for her crush. She felt anger at that boy for presuming to touch you and even slightly miffed at you for not telling him to back off. She felt anxious being in a social setting surrounded by so many people who were more extroverted and socially advanced than her. But mostly she just felt sad. She wanted you to look at her the way Zuko looked at Mai. She wanted you to hang off her arm and laugh at her quips. She wanted to be able to dance with you like that boy was and to be confident enough to tell you how she felt.

But she wasn’t and so she’d have to stick with the consequences.

Then suddenly, as if summoned by her thoughts, you stopped dancing and made your way directly towards her. Azula pretended to look busy but considering she was standing alone that was hard. She stared at the hem of her sleeve and pulled a stoic face when you appeared. “Hey” you smiled “how are you enjoying the ball?”. Azula snorted “as much as I always do”. You smiled “I thought you might say that so came here to shake you out of your slump”. “And how do you suppose to do that?” Azula asked. You just smiled. "I want you to dance with me" you replied and Azula froze. "Me? But why?" she managed and you smiled hooking your arm through hers. “Because it will stop you stewing over your thoughts”. Azula paused "but I...you know I've never been good at this why don’t go get Ty lee?". "Because I want to dance with you not Ty lee" you replied and Azula suppressed a shiver. "Okay" she nodded and you smiled. You wrapped her hands around your waist and placed yours around her neck. It was dangerous being this close to you. Azula had worked out being closer to you triggered her weakness more and this was as close as she’d ever been to you. To make it worse she couldn't avoid looking you in the eye either. She had to stare into those dazzling orbs and try not think about how beautiful they were. "You lied to me" you said suddenly and Azula froze "what do you mean?". "You told me you weren’t wearing anything special and you turn up in a dress like that?”. Azula blushed "you've seen this on me a thousand times". "So?" You asked "you look wonderful in it every single time. The red matches your hair and skin tone well and you know how much it brings out your eyes. Admit it you wear this dress on purpose" you teased and Azuka blushed. "I didn’t but seeing how good a reception it apparently receives" she replied and you smiled "every time". Azula couldn’t think of a reply so she looked away. She was aware the others were probably watching, laughing at her red cheeks but she tried not to think about it. All she had to do was get through these next few minutes and then she could calm down. When the song ended you knew Azula would want to stop so led her away from the dance floor. You asked Azula if she wanted a drink and she agreed so you headed to the bar. However you never arrived. On the way there you bumped into the avatar. You apparently knew him well and chatted when Sokka appeared. "Azula" he said nodding to her and Aang looked up confused. "Ow sorry Azula I didn’t see you there. Are the two of you enjoying your evening?" he asked. Azula nodded "so far it's been pleasant". Aang smiled "I’m glad to hear it and can I say the two of you make a lovely couple". Azula flinched as the Avatar’s words sunk over her. Was this child really joining in with this whole teasing her for her crush thing? The subtle mischievous look on his face told Azula he was. You obliviously looked from Aang to Azula "ow we’re...we’re not a couple". "You’re not?" Sokka asked joining in with the act. "No" you said blushing slightly and Sokka hodded. "Huh...sorry I figured you two were...". "It’s fine" you smiled and Azula could feel her face burning. She couldn’t even speak she was so angry. Had Zuko put them up to this? Mai? Her thoughts swirled and she finally couldn’t cope. She stormed was angrily and exited the ballroom. She raced through the corridor and stormed towards her own wing. Once there she began attacking the practice dummy in her room trying to get all her pent up rage out.

She did not think she would be followed. "Azula?" you asked knocking softly on the door before entering. Azula paused mid-punch. She was aware she’d probably ruined her makeup and looked a mess but she didn’t care. You stood frozen in the doorway "are you okay...Sokka and Aang didn’t mean anything by their comments". Azula sighed "it's fine I just need some time". You nodded but didn’t leave. "Was it that bad?" you suddenly asked in a small voice. Azula didn’t hesitate "yes". You shrunk away at that and looked down "okay...sorry I didn’t realise being mistaken for my girlfriend was so terrible" and you left. Azula immediately realised that was that you'd been asking and froze. "Y/n!" She yelled and chased you. You hadn't gone far but didn’t stop when she called out to you. "Y/n I didn’t mean that" she called "I meant being teased! Or course i didn’t mean you!". You stopped walking and eyed her wearily "are you sure?". Azula nodded "totally". "Then what made you so angry?". Azula sighed "I can’t tell you". "Why not?" You asked upset "if it’s about me then I deserve to know". "But it will ruin things between us" Azula explained and you frowned. "What could possibly ruin our relationship?". "Trust me this will" Azula replied and you stared back at her stubbornly "why don’t you trust me enough to believe that it won't?". Azula sighed "y/n...". "Azula please” you cried and she sighed "I like you! There are you happy". You froze "like me as in...". "In that way" Azula nodded and you went silent. "I..." you started but Azula cut you off "wait not here. Anyone could be listening. Can we go back to my room?". If she was going to be rejected she’d rather it be done in private. You nodded and followed her back into her room. Azula closed the door as you both entered and turned back around. "So I guess you might have questions?” she asked and you nodded. "Kind of...why did liking me make you so angry?". Azula shook her head "liking you didn’t...well not alone. It was more the principle, the fact people were using it to tease me and make jokes. It makes me feel humiliated and weak". You nodded "because you like me?". "Yes" Azula nodded "liking someone who doesn't like you back is always embarrassing or so i’ve heard". "But who says I don’t like you back?" you asked. Azula froze "what?". You smiled softly and walked closer "who says I don’t like you back?". Azula paused "I...just assumed". "Your brain is usually impeccable Azula but not this time...see if you’d have asked me out or even to this ball tonight I'd have said yes because I like you". "Romantically?" Azula asked and you chuckled "yes, was my flirting on the dance floor that bad?". Azula shook her head "no I noticed I just figured you didn’t mean it in the way I heard it". You nodded "i don’t know why it didn’t occur to me subtle flirts wouldn’t work...here let's try something more straightforward”. You came to stand right in front of her and your eyes softened "Princess Azula can I kiss you?". Azula nodded and you moved even closer your lips meeting hers. Azula got lost in the sensation from the start. She’d wanted this and you for so long it was surreal. She wanted to make to most of it and to experience every second of it. All she could feel was you and it intoxicating. She wasn’t even aware her hands were wandering when you suddenly pulled away. You were bright pink, excitement and something else clearly lingered in your eye but you also looked down bashfully. "I think maybe just a kiss for now?" you asked and Azula was horrified. "I...of course I'm so sorry I just got over-excited". You noticed Azula's worry and immediately reassured her she had done anything wrong. You gripped her hands and smiled reassuringly. "No I enjoyed it greatly just I'm kind of new to this so would like to take this slow. I want you too but I don’t want to rush into this. I want to savour it and you". Now Azula was the one blushing "I...that sounds..." Azula trailed off and you smiled "alright?". Azula nodded "of course! Better than alright that's why I trailed off...i like you a lot! If that was evident from that kiss..." Azula trailed off "anyway I'd love to date you". Azula cringed at her own words and you noticed smiling fondly at her. "I'd love to date you too" you smiled pecking her lips "how about tomorrow night we go to dinner?". Azula nodded "yes! I can have the restaurant cleared for us and the best chiefs brought in". You smiled "as much as I love the passion how about we just slip out of the palace and visit one in disguise? Then we could stroll around the park after and watch the sunset? I love your title but I don’t need anything special. Just you is perfect". Again Azula was lost for worse and she babbled before being able to speak "yes of course".

The two of you returned to the party hand in hand and of course your friends were like bloodhounds and appeared seconds later. Ty lee gasped so loudly half the room looked over and Mai’s eyes were wider than Azula had ever seen them. “You told her?” Sokka cried disappointed “we were just starting to have fun”. “Yeah...we never get to tease you about anything” Zuko pouted. As your friends all nodded along an idea came to you. "Wait you mean you all knew and have been teasing Azula this entire time?" you asked. Everyone paused and your eyes turned darker. "That is so horrible!" you cried "all of you! Ty lee? Mai?". The girls looked down and you looked to Zuko "Firelord? Even you?". Zuko babbled "we didn’t mean any harm by it" and you just swatted him. "Didn’t mean any harm by it! Remember that time I nudged you when Mai entered the room and you wouldn’t speak to me for a week! And now you did this to your little sister! And you" you said turning to Aang "you're the Avatar!". Azula smiled watching as you took on everyone in the room scolding them. A smug expression settled on her face and she laughed to herself. "My girlfriend is the greatest" she said quietly. The next morning Azula woke up the following morning with a jolt. The night came flooding back to her but she wasn’t sure if her crush admitting she liked her back was a dream or real. She looked around her room for any hints but didn't find any. Snoring suddenly startled her and she jumped before spotting Ty Lee asleep on her sofa. The chi blocker was too tired to walk home so had crashed at Azula’s. Azula quickly rushed and woke her up "Ty lee get up I need to ask you something". Ty Lee groaned "Azula it's barely even light...". "Did y/n and me start dating last night?". Ty Lee opened her eyes "really? You can’t remember?". "No I can remember but I'm not sure If it was real, it seems like one of those things that was too good to be true. Did it really happen?". Ty Lee smiled "it did Azula, y/n likes you back". Warmth filled Azula and a smile worked its way onto her face without her even noticing. She sat back in bed and Ty lee giggled softly. "That is good news" she said awkwardly in reply. There were several things that Azula knew she should be worried about. The fact she’d never been on a date or to a real restaurant before were two big ones but in this moment none of that mattered. A smile worked its way onto Azula’s face and she basked in the moment. Her crush liked her back, nothing else mattered.

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somberjoon · 8 months ago

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METANOIA [6]

✩ pairing: wolf hybrid nj x cheetah hybrid reader (f) - eventual ot7 x reader

✩ genre: soul-searching , romance🔞 , found-family , healing , angst , happy ending

✩ word count: 3.8k

✩ chapter warnings: uncertainty in behavior and emotions , anxiety , brief mention of weight and a regularly scheduled pap smear (i know these appointments can be uncomfortable to a certain extent so the section with this appointment is marked with * at the start and end)

✩ summary: She doesn't know. There is so much about her and her cheetah that she hasn't had the privilege to understand. Unknown backgrounds and unknown emotions clash with feelings of want- hopes of being herself unapologetically. Namjoon seems to be someone that can help her- but can the rest of his pack truly be what she has wanted and needed?

✩ cover: me

ch.1 , ch.2 , ch.3 , ch.4 , ch.5 , ch.6 , ch.7

✩ disclaimer: this is not proof read like my other chapters, nor does it have too much going on. I am in my last couple weeks of Winter term as a full time student, so I apologize, but the content is short and simple. I think this still had some sweet progress for Y/N and she's my baby so it's fine. Next week's and the upcoming updates will hopefully be longer and have more content,,,I have quite a long way to go for being 6 chapters in, so I apologize for that as well :[

Y/N

As Taehyung pays for breakfast, Y/N stands and checks her phone she forgot was on silent. She doesn’t like the abrupt sound, but she always forgets to turn the vibration on at the start of the day.

Surprisingly, a message from Namjoon is at the top of the notifications. A message from almost an hour ago.

‘Good morning, Y/N! I hope your day is going well. Checking in to see if Taehyung is with you?’

Just as she goes to type back a reply, her phone shows an incoming call from Namjoon.

“Hello?”

“Hey, I’m sorry to call, but I got worried that neither you or Taehyung were answering my messages. Is he with you?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I thought you would’ve known he was here. He just showed up at the house and we just got done going out to eat. Do you need to talk to him, I can get him for you.”

“No no, it’s fine. I’m just glad you both are okay- he didn’t let me know he was leaving this morning. Was breakfast good? I’d imagine he took you to that little diner?”

“He did! It was really good.”

“I’m glad you liked it. But, if you’re uncomfortable going out or with anything at all just let him know okay? I don’t want you to go out of your comfort zone if you’re not ready.” She smiles at the kind words, missing Namjoon greatly all of a sudden and wishing he was on the trip with them.

“I’m okay, he’s been really sweet and-” she looks back to make sure Taehyung is still at the counter. “He offered to help me with my cheetah. He’s giving me advice.” She can’t help her giddy voice coming out to tell him.

“I knew he’d bring it up sooner or later. My point stands though, if there’s something that makes you uncomfortable just let him know. Like I said before, he has more primal tendencies than the rest of us, so it’ll be great for you, but it may be too much at times.”

“I will let him know if it’s too much. He needs to go shopping as well, so if we don’t answer you that’s the reason.” She stops for a second but can’t stop a confession from pushing forward before the call is over. “I wish you were with us.” She tries not to cringe at the words, waiting anxiously for a reply.

“I wish I was with you as well, it sounds fun!” A quiet sigh leaves her, her heart rate picking up a bit. “But, I’m glad you guys are spending time together. Let me know if you get tired of walking, I’ll come get you guys- I’ll let Tae know as well, okay?”

“Okay-” Taehyung walks back up to the table to show he’s done. “Taehyung just got back, we’re gonna go now.”

“Okay, be careful, please.”

“We will, byebye.”

“Byebye.” Namjoon copies, leaving her with a giddy look on her face. She looks up at Taehyung to find his phone in her face.

“We should share numbers now, too.” Taehyung says with that small pout on his face.

Taehyung leads her to the place he wanted to shop. The small shop resides in a strip mall that is quite busy despite the early time on a weekday. It’s a pretty place that has shops lining each side of a street-sized walkway. The walkway is filled with pretty beds of trees and plants, and stringed lights above them cross back and forth. She truly loves how it looks, and would like to come back at night despite knowing that it would be far more busy then. She’d risk it just to see the lights lit up.

The shop is a little place that carries art supplies Y/N has never seen. Whenever Taehyung stops to peruse a certain spot, she finds herself reaching out to touch the soft brushes or run her finger across the scratchy canvases.

She doesn’t pay attention to exactly what he picks up because she doesn’t recognize anything anyways. Only one thing catches her attention over everything. Sticks of brightly colored material wrapped in paper sit perfectly in a package. There are many different ones in different packaging, but they all look relatively the same. She can’t help but look over the vast array of colors and the bright pigment of them.

“Taehyung, what is this?” Taehyung stops looking at some other sticks that are only black to see what she’s searching for.

“Oil pastels. You want them?”

“No. They’re just really pretty, what are they for?”

“Whatever you want,” he shrugs, grabbing the largest pack on the shelf with the most colors and setting them in his handheld basket. “They are soft and creamy, so the pigment and color on the outside is the true color once you use them, and they’re good for blending colors together.”

“I told you I didn’t want them, I just wanted to know.”

“Maybe I just wanted some.”

“Lying isn’t a good way to start our friendship.”

“Our friendship will live.” He says with a shrug, leaving her with an annoyed expression.

Taehyung walks off, going back to an aisle they had already been in to grab something she can’t immediately see. She follows him again, heading up to the register and finally seeing the extra pads of paper he grabbed in a few sizes. She knows that if she questioned it he wouldn’t budge on anything she suggested, so instead she gives him an irritated look that he can’t even see. It doesn’t last long, though.

Taehyung takes his bag of supplies in one hand, and with the other he grabs her hand suddenly as he pulls her from the shop. She looks down to see his large hand wrapped with an assured grip around hers.

“There’s lots of people now, I don’t want you to be too far from me.” He explains. She looks up to find he’s right. The crowd has grown larger despite the shop they were in being almost bare.

“Okay.” Is all she can say. She’d rather be close enough to him to not get swept up in the crowd. Taehyung is the most familiar person around, so the skinship becomes the least of her worries. As he walks, many scents and looks from others give her an anxious feeling she’s still not used to. The familiar scent of Taehyung is lost despite her close proximity to him. She tightens her grip on his hand and uses her other hand to grasp at the lower part of his arm, using the closer proximity this causes to press her face close to his arm as well. The proximity calms her well enough to follow his lead closely and exit the strip mall quickly.

“Are you okay?” He asks as soon as they’re in a more secluded area outside the strip mall. She pulls away now that they’re mostly alone.

“Yeah, I’m just not used to being around that many people yet.” She keeps her grip on Taehyung’s arm despite him setting the bag at his feet and freeing his hands to rub at her upper arms. The soothing emotion is an abrupt change of intimacy that she’s never experienced from anyone but Maria. Regardless of the fact, she quickly finds the motion and contact soothing. Slowly, she calms her nerves and focuses her eyes on a worried Taehyung.

“I’m good.” She says with a sigh.

“Good.” Taehyung doesn’t stop the soothing motion even though she finally evens her breathing and feels at ease. The motion seems to be soothing Taehyung as well, loosening his shoulders with each passing second.

“Are you tired?” He asks as well.

“A little. But, only ‘cus you keep doing that.” She gestures with her head to his arms.

“It calms me too.” Is the only explanation he gives before stopping to take out his phone and send a text to someone and waits for a reply. “Namjoon is coming to pick us up, I don’t want to make you walk anymore.”

“I’m okay, Taehyung.”

“You’ll be more okay if you can rest now.”

He’s not wrong.

“Fine.”

Namjoon doesn’t take long to arrive at all, sending Taehyung a text that has him starting towards the strip mall’s parking lot with her hand in his again. There’s barely any people, but she doesn’t go against the gesture anyways.

They spot the familiar sleek, black car, finding Namjoon standing outside of it to lean on the driver’s side door.

Looking at Namjoon after seeing him no more than a day before, she can’t help but feel as though she misses him more and more the more she sees him. His sleek black clothing is far different than what he normally wears. The new look causes her to stare at the details. The sleek pants that fit him perfectly hang just above a pair of shiny black shoes. And his matching black, button-up shirt fits him even better- the cuffs folded up a couple times to reveal tan skin and a silver watch. Her staring seems to go unnoticed before Taehyung gives her a little nudge.

“What?” She asks, looking up at Namjoon as he smiles at her with quiet anticipation. He doesn’t answer verbally, but spreads his arms out wider for her to take the offer if she’d like. A hug. She immediately recognizes the soft Namjoon she knows, forgetting the fancy look to take in his scent and the appreciation of him actually being here. She lets go of Taehyung to jump into Namjoon’s arms. This time, she’s reaching up to put her arms around his shoulders. His arms envelope her immediately, adding to the warmth Taehyung instilled in her earlier. She searches for his scent unapologetically, sadly finding that there is barely any scent.

“Why can’t I smell you?” She practically whines into the neck of his shirt.

“I’m sorry, I had to go into the office today for a hybrid client, so my scent needed to be covered with natural perfumes.”

“I hate it.” She draws a rumbling laugh out of him that has her insides turning.

“Noted. Did you have fun?” He asks as she finally pulls away. A now empty handed Taehyung takes her spot, getting a peck from Namjoon that she turns away from to give them privacy.

“I did.” She answers right as Taehyung pulls away as well.

Looking at the two she suddenly feels extremely out of place. Her dress is never better than sweats and t-shirts, but they seem to have an array of clothes with different purposes. As she picks at the wrist of her long-sleeve shirt, she decides that clothes shopping is another addition to her list of to-do’s once she gets a job.

“Ready to go home?” He asks as Taehyung slides into the backseat of the car.

“Yeah.” She gives a placate smile, hoping to cheer herself up. She is tired anyways from the excursion. She can feel it in her eyes and the way her tail doesn’t tightly wrap around her waist anymore.

“Let’s get the tired cubs home.” Namjoon brings his hand up to smooth down her hair and rub gently into her head. She instantly grows syrupy in feeling. His touch is always so comforting- that unused purr bubbles up again despite Namjoon only giving her the attention for a few seconds then directing her to the passenger front side of the car. He opens the door for her, even going as far as to make sure her head doesn’t hit the top of the car and leaning over her to buckle her in himself. Her cheeks heat at the extra gesture he’s never done before- her heart rate picking up again for the nth time today. She can’t stand being around them much longer if this is going to keep happening to her.

“Thank you.” She says after he climbs in behind the wheel. She looks back to find Taehyung is already fast asleep, curled up in the seat rather than seated and seat-belted in.

“He gets tired quickly, especially when he’s getting used to new routines.” Namjoon explains. “Are you too tired for a session today? Should I let the organization know?”

“No.” She answers quickly enough to be embarrassed. “I like our time together, I don’t want to give it up. I just got anxious and Taehyung helped calm me down, but it was a little exhausting. I’ll be fine with a cat nap.”

“A-ha! That was cute. Cat nap.” Namjoon actually giggles, despite how sophisticated he looks, making Y/N laugh with him.

Namjoon

After dropping Y/N off at home, Namjoon makes it home with Taehyung curled up in the backseat. He easily lifts and carries the big cat in like a giant toddler- his legs wrapped around Namjoon’s waist and head tucked into his collar, while the bag of supplies dangles from his fingers locked under the cheetah’s thighs. Going up the stairs and kicking open their shared bedroom door, Namjoon deposits the still-sleeping cat onto the soft bed. Taehyung takes no time getting comfortable and knocking out fully again.

After a shower and finishing some reports from the day’s office trip, Namjoon gets ready to leave for the organization when a call greets him instead. He answers without double-checking.

“Hey, sweetie! I was checking to see if you were still planning on seeing Y/N today?” Unexpectedly, Maria is on the other side.

“Oh hello. I was just getting ready to head over to the organization..why? Was something wrong?” A sinking in his gut greets him suddenly.

“Oh, no no! Don’t worry. I just totally forgot that Y/N had one of her check-ups today, and-” Her voice lowers a few decibels. “Well, obviously we won’t be home for an hour or two, but she always gets a little down after her appointments. They’re just a vulnerable thing for her. So- today might not be the best.” Namjoon’s relief is sudden but doesn’t quell every anxious feeling.

“Oh, that’s fine. Thank you for letting me know.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t let you know when you dropped her off earlier- I was just so proud she got out of the house by herself without me suggesting it first- I totally spaced it.”

“No worries, I appreciate the heads up and I hope everything goes well.” He says with a genuine air.

“Of course. Thank you for all you do, I know she really enjoys having you around.” Namjoon gives a bitter smile only he can see. “I’ll let you go, though. Thank you for dropping her off, again- I’ll have to make you something extra tomorrow.” He gives her a soft laugh.

“No need, I’ll see you then, Maria.”

“Bye-bye, sweetie.”

Y/N

The worst about sitting in the waiting room of a doctor’s office is the anticipation of what’s to come-

And the awful staring.

Y/N can’t tell if it’s because she’s a cheetah hybrid, or if she just looks odd in general sitting there. Is she wearing the right clothes? She still has no idea. She always considers her comfort first, especially when her clothes never felt right when she had no choice. She still has yet to venture and try new styles but- she’s at the doctor and is most comfortable in her usual clothing. If the stares are for her cheetah ears and the unseen tail that wraps around herself underneath her clothes- she’ll have to just let them stare then. There’s nothing secret about her cheetah, she won’t let that happen to herself again. She’s tired of hiding it.

As she overthinks about being in the waiting room, the nurse calls her name after only a short while. Maria gives her hand a quick squeeze before letting her go on her own. She prefers to do this alone, but having Maria there after and before is much easier. She’s comforting in a way she hasn’t placed intentionally yet. She’s just happy she has a safe person in these events.

“How are you today?” The nurse asks. Y/N can only guess that she’s a bear hybrid based on her cute, little rounded ears that poke out of her slick backed hair. The bun is always immaculate, no hair seems to be out of place.

“I’m okay.” She answers honestly. “How are you?”

“Good, thank you. We’ll go to the usual room.” She leads Y/N with an extended arm, letting her go first. The room is in the farther pods of rooms that have the equipment necessary for the check-up.

“Here we are, go ahead and place your bottoms and underwear into the privacy bag once you’re finished- and go ahead and just sit on the table with the robe on when you’re ready. The doctor will give you a few extra minutes to settle in.” She instructs with the same smile as usual. Y/N only gives her the usual nod.

The uncomfortable paper robe is one of the worst feelings. She can’t help but think about the thin, worn-out clothing she’d wear for weeks at a time. The memories clash with the uncomfortable appointment about to take place. Trying to find a silver lining, all she can think is that ‘at least she’s able to get medical treatment’, ‘at least her hybrid genes allowed her to stay mostly unharmed with survival instincts, ‘at least this isn’t as bad as her first dentist appointment’. She allows a small ‘pfft’ of a laugh out at that memory. She hasn’t had someone poking around in her mouth since she was young- the dentist wasn’t gentle in his cleaning. Even though her teeth held up well only thanks to the fact of her cheetah, she still had four cavities that needed work done. She was so mad at the dentist for the discomfort she felt. She wouldn’t even talk to him- like little kids ‘hmph’ and ignore an adult.

knock knock

“All set, Y/N?” The always sure-sounding doctor asks through a crack in the door.

“Yes.”

“Great, how are you today?” Her warm voice asks, immediately going over to the sink to wash her hands thoroughly.

“I’m okay.”

“That’s good. Do you have anything you’d like to talk about specifically today? Any concerns?”

“No.”

“Alrighty then. It’ll just be the usual check-up that you’re used to. Go ahead and stand for me, we can get your weight first.” She appreciates the effort the staff put in to making her and the other patients comfortable. Maria told her that usually, doctors make you check your weight in the main halls before coming into the rooms. But here, the scales are in the rooms. She is relieved by that fact.

“Great,” She marks down the weight on her paper. “You gained a few pounds since I last saw you, that’s great progress towards your goal. Has the recommended diet been going well?”

“I think so. I eat whatever Maria makes and I have been eating more when I go out.” She answers honestly.

“That’s good! Go ahead and sit back up on the table- have you tried anything new?”

“Breakfast sausage. Strawberry syrup.”

“Ooh that sounds good.” She gives her, always sounding comforting. With another wash of her hands, she’s guiding Y/N’s legs like usual into the stirrups that sit on either side of the table. A pair of gloves are slipped on as she gives her the usual information.

“I’m just going to take a look like normal. Have you gotten your period?” Y/N sadly tells her no. She always worries that there’s something wrong with her now that she’s been informed on why she has never gotten in. Being underweight is a large part of her problem, and is probably the main reason.

“We can do an ultrasound today? It’s just imaging of the uterus. I can take a look on the spot and see if it could be any other reason. But, you’re gaining weight at a healthy rate so we could just wait and see if you’d like.”

“Does it…hurt?” She asks, unsure how they would do that.

“Not at all, it’s nice and warm though.” She gives her a light, humming laugh. “We would just put some gel right here,” She hovers over her hand over her uterus, “then I take my little ‘wand’ and press it to the spot we’re looking for, the gel helps it, and then we get a look at your uterus to see if there’s any common reasonings for missed or irregular periods.”

She thinks about the process, already stressed with her legs in the air for too long and the cold air hitting her uncomfortably.

“Can we do that next time?”

“Of course! I’ll take a quick look and then you’ll be on your way.”

For the most part, she blacks out every time she has these appointments. She slows her breathing and closes her eyes to think about literally anything else and before she knows it, it’s over.

“Okay. Everything looks good. Are you sexually active at the moment?”

“No.” She shakes her head as she awkwardly covers herself with the robe once the stirrups are moved for her.

“I think it’d be a great idea to take one of the sexual health development classes we offer. They’re free and it’s just a one time class with information that I think would be great for you. There are hybrid-only classes for specific information on non-human traits.”

She’s never thought about learning these things in a class. She always thought it’d be a learning process when she found someone she was comfortable with but- maybe this would be better. Maybe she could try something new on her own and learn more about herself that no one has offered her yet.

“Okay, that sounds nice.”

“Perfect, go ahead and get dressed and I’ll grab the pamphlet for you.” She gives her another warm smile before leaving.

“This sounds great.” Maria unashamedly looks over the pamphlet once they’re back home. “Oh no,” She suddenly looks stumped.

“What?”

“It’s on the weekend, I won’t be able to take you.”

“Oh,” she immediately deflates, but her want to do this is too great. “I can get there on my own. I can walk.”

“It’s up at the hospital, that is too far of a walk, plus you’d have to walk on the side of the highway- that’s not legal or safe.” They both think, apparently coming to the same conclusion because they look at each other with a look that Y/N tries to dismiss before even hearing the reasoning for.

“I don’t think h-”

“I can see if Namjoon would have an idea.”

“I’m not his responsibility, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well I know Richard wouldn’t be able to take you when it’s only him and one other guy at the shop on the weekends. We’ll talk to Namjoon tomorrow.”

“Mar-”

“We’ll make it work.”

If this is the parental experience she missed out on she can’t even be mad about it. She knows Maria won’t bend on this, especially after she finally has something like this she’d like to do.

#bts au #bts fic #namjoon au #namjoon x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts hybrid au #bts hybrid fic

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yesmissnyx · 1 year ago

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Help me fund a real mic? 🥺👉👈

Hey guys! Okay so...! Confession time:

As much as I love recording filthy audio, I'm definitely starting to outgrow my current recording setup. I'm not stopping! But if I want to become more prolific, I'm going to need something a lot more streamlined.

(And by current recording setup, I mean "recording everything on my voice memo app and praying I got enough usable takes to edit into a full audio file" 🙃)

I hate asking for things, but if there's anything I've learned in my 30-odd years of being alive, it's that asking for things gives people the opportunity to help, and a lot of people love to help. I certainly do!

So, if you have some extra cash laying around and you like my nasty little blog, consider helping me fund a new mic. I'm already part of the way there, so anything helps!

And even if you can't help monetarily, you still have my thanks. All of your glowing support is WHY I want to try doing this full time.

Anyway, enough vulnerability! Back to our regularly scheduled hornyposting 😖💕

#nyxrambles #Look at me! Being a healthy adult and asking for help!#I'm going to get SUCH a good grade in therapy 🥺

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the-oc-lass · 1 year ago

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Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

So I currently have two AUs rattling around in my head: A Knight Charlotte AU and a Golden "Twins" Rebellion AU.

Knight Charlotte is pretty self explanatory. Charlotte just never leaves the Institute and we see how that plays out for her and the rest of the story.

Golden "Twins" Rebellion would start similarly to the Knight Charlotte AU, but then it would take a completely different turn, with the Queen dying while our main cast was still teens, Ballister remaining a cadet and eventually becoming a knight, and Charlotte and Ambrosius going on the run and eventually being the leaders of a rebellion against the Institute.

I like them both, but I wanted to see what other people thought before I dove into them too much. So, let me know your thoughts!

Anywho, back to our regularly scheduled writing. (P.S. While writing this scene, I realized that Ballister's screen name is BalliSTAR12 and I laughed a little too much at that)

First, Previous, Next

She's pacing and fidgeting. She hates waiting like this. She hates not knowing what's going on, not knowing if the people she cares for are okay. It makes her jumpy, almost anxious. She spent some time cleaning up the tower, but there was only so much she could do. How long has it been since she left to meet up with Ambrosius? How long has it been since she came back? She's about to start biting at her nails when the door opens, and Ballister and Nimona both come bounding in. She turns toward them, eyes wide.

"Well?" she asks. Ballister looks at her for a moment, then holds up the recording device with a grin.

"We got it." Charlotte shrieks with joy, hurtling herself over the sofa and rushing toward them. She grabs Ballister by the shoulders, an enormous grin on her face.

"This is amazing! We're going to ruin her! Ohhhh, let me see, let me see!" she says, all but bouncing on her toes. Ballister chuckles, gently pushing her hands off.

"Alright, alright. Give me a second," he says, moving past her and toward his computer. Charlotte turns toward Nimona, who has a matching expression of glee on her face.

"How did she react? What did her face look like?" she asks. Nimona waves her hands.

"Hold on, hold on." She turns her face away, then shifts into the Director and looks at Charlotte, mimicking the Director's look of confusion and horror. It's delightful. Charlotte giggles, and Nimona snorts and turns back into herself to join her.

"Char." They look over at Ballister, who raises an expectant eyebrow and gestures to the computer. Charlotte and Nimona scurry over, leaning on either side of him to look at the screen. As he plays the video, Charlotte watches Nimona's performance closely.

"You make an excellent Ambrosius," she mutters, not looking away from the screen. Nimona makes a soft noise, and Charlotte can see her waving a dismissive hand in the corner of her eye. However, all fun is sucked from the situation when the Director stabs Nimona, and Nimona gives a very convincing performance of death. Even though she knows that it isn't really Ambrosius, and that Nimona is perfectly fine despite being stabbed, it puts a dreadful pit in her stomach. But in the end, they get what they were after. The Director confesses her crimes to the "dying" Shambrosius. Everything that they need is right there in words. The Director is finished once this goes out. But she's still caught up on that one detail. "She stabbed you!" Charlotte looks over at Nimona, who looks back at her.

"I know! Can you believe she tried to do her own dirty work?" she cries. That's not what Charlotte was referring to, but it's another good point.

"I didn't know she had it in her," she says. Nimona shrugs, and Charlotte looks down at Ballister.

"Please tell me we're putting the entire thing out," she says. He looks up at her.

"Well..."

"Bal," she says incredulously. "The kingdom needs to see all of this. They need to see what she's capable of."

"You're right. But this video could put Nimona in danger. It shows what she's capable of too," he says. Charlotte frowns slightly and glances back at Nimona. However, the teen isn't looking back at her, merely frowning at the computer screen in front of them with a sad look in her eyes.

"I...Yeah, I guess that's a pretty good reason," Charlotte says, looking back down at Ballister. He offers her a half smile and reaches out to touch her arm.

"We'll bring her down, Char. We just have to figure out the best way to use what's in this video," he says. She sighs.

"Alright."

Somewhere along the way, they'd started playing World Domination. And by "they," she means Ballister and Nimona. Ballister had asked if she wanted to play with them, but she'd laughed and said that she was still an incredibly sore loser.

"If I play with you, I think our friendship might be over before the game is," she'd said. And Ballister had chuckled, recalled their childhood with the game, and then she'd started watching the two of them play in between editing the video and starting to upload it. She's currently leaning over the back of the couch, watching Nimona get ready to roll.

"Come on, come on!" she says, shaking the dice in her hands and blowing on them for luck. She lets out a little "whoo-hoo!" as she throws them down on the board, and they eventually come to a stop in the middle of the board. "Yes! Let's take that pooch for a walk." She throws herself down on the couch and picks up her game piece: the Scottie Dog. "Eight, nine, ten." She slams her piece down, and Charlotte makes a sympathetic hissing noise.

"Ooh, landing you in the Enchanted Forest, which is my domain," Ballister says, walking over and sitting on the couch next to her. "Cha-ching. 600 gold, please." He waves a hand at Nimona with a smug look on his face, and Charlotte rolls her eyes fondly. Now she remembers why she and Ambrosius were sore losers.

"My Scottie dog will not pay your tyrannical toll," Nimona says, jumping to her feet on the couch and pointing her finger at Ballister. His eyes widen momentarily, but his face quickly falls into an unamused expression as Nimona turns away, excitedly telling her Scottie dog's story. "He rallies the oppressed woodland creatures and starts a rebellion. Squirrels scale the castle walls! Bears batter down the gates! Letting chaos ensue!" She makes a few burbling noises and mock screams in a higher pitch, then grabs her juice box off the table and squeezes it. The cherry juice squirts out to represent blood, and Charlotte hides her smile behind a hand. At Nimona's final death noise, she breaks into a soft giggle and bows her head, hiding her face in her arms.

"I'm still taking the 600 gold," Ballister says after a few moments. Charlotte lifts her head and continues to watch as Nimona pops back up again, a look of disbelief on her face.

"What?" Ballister reaches down to take said 600 gold, but jumps back when Nimona opens her mouth and breathes fire onto the table. The sudden burst of fire makes Charlotte straighten as well, recoiling slightly. She knew that Nimona could do a lot of things...But she's never seen her friend breathe fire. When the fire is gone, she just stares at the mildly charred board and table.

"You didn't tell me you could breathe fire," Ballister says, sounding a little shaken. And Charlotte can't blame him there. It doesn't change her opinion of Nimona, no, but the fire breathing itself would startle anyone who had never seen it before.

"Oh..." Charlotte looks over at Nimona, and the look on her face pushes the startled feeling aside. She almost looks guilty, saddened by the fact that she may have scared her friends. But after a moment, Ballister chuckles a bit.

"Metal. Best two out of three?" he asks, reaching out to grab some new cards and scooting a bit closer to Nimona. Charlotte looks over at him, and she's not surprised, exactly, but it was a bit of an unexpected reaction from him. It makes her heart warm, and she also wants to kick Ambrosius for losing this lovely, wonderful man. He lifts his head and looks at Nimona. "What?" And Nimona smiles at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Nothing." Suddenly, the computer starts beeping, and they all turn toward it and rush over. As they crowd around it, Charlotte can see that the video has successfully been uploaded, and people are starting to watch.

"Hey, check it out," Ballister says. The computer continues to beep as more people view the video and more comments come in.

"Whoa! A hundred-- 500-- 30,000-- Seventy-five-- The whole kingdom is seeing this thing," Nimona exclaims. It...Good Gloreth, it's incredible. This will finally clear Ballister's name, and it will bring down the Director. She's almost emotional over it. She's been waiting for this day—the day that the Director would finally go down—for so long.

"Well, I guess there's only one question left," Ballister says. Charlotte looks over at him, and can see matching confusion on Nimona's face as she does the same.

"What's that?" Nimona asks.

"Can a shark dance?" Oh, this is going in a very fun direction.

"Can a shark dance?" Nimona repeats, grinning and leaning on Ballister's shoulder. Ballister raises an eyebrow at her slightly. "Watch me." She snaps her teeth together, and Charlotte grins and goes to turn on the music. They've earned themselves a dance party.

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emmajh97-mumaji · 2 years ago

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A Former-Hero's Heart & Home

"You check in on Kotetsu to see how bad his hangover is... and reminisce on your first time in his apartment." - Kotetsu T. Kaburagi x Reader - Very vanilla SFW slice-of-life romance - Sequel to the PREVIOUS CHAPTER: A Former-Hero's Confession !

You had only a mild headache when you woke up... but your brain was still swimming. "I already have someone in mind~" "I'm so lucky to have you!" "I love you too..." Kotetsu's words echoed in your mind...

'Was last night a dream?' you thought as you ate a simple breakfast of fruit and toast, 'Or... was it the start of something new?' It gave you butterflies.

'Calm down, I have to focus.' You get dressed, 'Gotta head over and make sure he's okay.'

It's a lovely spring morning in Sternbild as leave your place-- warm weather, birds chirping.

You arrive at Kotetsu's neighborhood. In the light of day, his apartment's front door is as inviting as ever. You knock, but get no response. You check your phone... It is fairly late in the morning. Did Kotetsu wake up already and head off somewhere? You text him a message to check. A minute or so passes. No response, and you still hear nothing from inside.

Well you tried the polite route, now to get serious. You rummage in your pocket and grab the spare key you discretely borrowed from Kotetsu's kitchen drawer last night.

The inside of the apartment is as dark as it usually is with the lights off, but at least the first floor living area is nice and sunny. It was fairly well kept, too. Only two or three beer bottles strewn about instead of the usual ten.

Unlike back then, over a year ago...

The first time you came to this apartment... . . .

Study sessions started not long after you two first introduced yourselves in your shared Anatomy & Phys class. Kotetsu met you regularly in the college library for them every week.

The meetings went fairly smoothly for about a month, until an issue left you tied up and unable to come. Still wanting to help, you offered to host the session at your place instead. Kotetsu took you up on it, and thankfully the socializing didn't interfere too much with the actual studying. In fact, it ended up going well enough that Kotetsu offered to return the favor.

A lot had happened after Kotetsu made that offer.

You'd seen the news... Members of a gang suspected to be tied with Ouroboros had kidnapped the hero Origami Cyclone. It took the combined efforts of all the heroes to find and rescue him. Rock Bison suffered major injuries in the rescue attempt.

His old friend Mr. Bison in the hospital, his partner Barnaby busy trying to find out who was really behind all this... you could tell the whole ordeal was weighing on Kotetsu. He was absent-minded throughout classes that whole week. Every time you messaged him, it was left on read. You overheard some of the phone calls he had with Bunny... something about the unsolved mystery of Gregory Sunshine's death.. You shuddered to think what Kotetsu was getting himself into, an old man with no NEXT powers sticking his nose into dark corners where it didn't belong. And yet every time you tried to speak with him after class, he said he was "Looking forward to your next study session together!". This man was a terrible liar, but he could really fake a smile.

Finally the day had come. You got out of class alone (it was one of the few you and Kotetsu had differing schedules for) that cold evening. As you walked through the dying leaves of late fall, you pulled out your cell and messaged Kotetsu one last time-- [[Just got out, I'll be heading over now.]] ...left on read, again.

You seriously contemplated calling this meeting off. Would Kotetsu even be in the right headspace to have company over? Then again... would he even be able to pass this upcoming test, considering how he hadn't been paying attention in class for over a week, now? You wanted to at least try to help. His scholarship was on the line, after all!

The sun set behind you in dark reds and yellows as you reached your car. You double-checked the directions on your phone, and started the drive... to his place.

Mixed emotions swirled in your stomach as you ascended those steps to the front door of Kotetsu's apartment. The fear of being in an unfamiliar neighborhood at night, the excitement of finally getting to see what your friend's (and a former hero's!) home was like, the worry of whether Kotetsu was mentally okay enough to do this...

You knocked at least twice-- before you heard the thumps of stumbling from inside. "Coming!" came Kotetsu's muffled voice, followed by crashing noises and under-the-breath curses.

Finally the door opened, Kotetsu standing there with a disheveled face and another one of those grins that you now recognized as forced. "H-hey! Sorry, I guess the study session was tonight, huh? Haven't gotten a chance to check my phone today."

The apartment was dark behind him... no wonder he stumbled so much. It was hard for you to process what you were seeing over the overwhelming smell of alcohol... More accurately, the smell of cheap beer. Yeesh.

"...are you drunk?" "Not yet." Kotetsu replied under his breath, before immediately realizing his mistake and correcting, "I mean- I've just had a beer or two, nothing to worry about." "Kotetsu, if this is a bad time then maybe we shouldn't--" "NO-!!" he cut you off immediately, catching you off guard, "I mean, no- it's okay! I still want to study with you." "...y-you sure?" you stuttered in disbelief. He stepped out of the doorway, beckoning you in, "Yeah, come on in."

He flicked on the light switch... revealing the absolute state his living space was in.

Alcohol bottles and cans everywhere. Unwashed dishes piled high in the kitchen sink. Bed un-made. An ironing board awkwardly left out of the closet with dirty clothes tossed around it. And the living room couch... covered in ominous newspaper clippings and scrawled notes that were most certainly not related to medicine.

As you awkwardly approached the living room table, Kotetsu went around like a busy bee frantically fixing things up. First thing he did was gather all the ominous looking research... you swear you saw at least a few Orobouros symbols amongst the black-and-white clippings as they were scooped up.

"Sorry about the mess!" Kotetsu laughed awkwardly as he squirrelled the papers away in a corner, then immediately went to the windows. Stifling blinds and curtains were pulled open to reveal the twinkling lights of the city street. "It's fine..." you reply back with bemusement, descending to the sitting area and setting down your backpack at the living room table.

As Kotetsu started the arduous task of picking up what seemed like hundreds of old beer cans/bottles, you marveled at his apartment. The media shelves with the TV and his record collection (you'd love to comb through those later). The vintage-looking kitchen. The wooden shelves and dressers... one of them covered in what looked like framed photos.

You looked over your shoulder-- there was still cans & bottles left, but it seems Kotetsu got distracted picking up the laundry. Either way, it was the perfect opportunity to snoop. You walked up close to the dresser and were greeted with a few familiar faces. Barnaby together with Kotetsu the day he retired from hero work, Kotetsu with old boss Ben, Kotetsu with his daughter the day she graduated grade school... But most of these were photos of someone new to you... his wife. You knew she had passed, but Kotetsu always dodged the subject when you brought it up. You squinted at the caption written on an old wedding photo... so her name was Tomoe. She was beautiful. Your heart ached just thinking about Kotetsu losing her.

A loud CLANG of bottles being put down in the kitchen snaps you out of your feelings. You quickly head back over to the sitting area. The apartment is much more presentable, now. Although you still felt uneasy. Not just because you knew all the neglect was simply swept under the rug, not just because the smell of alcohol still lingered, but because of that pile of papers in the corner... what you assumed to be research into a top secret crime organization... perhaps the kind of information that might make someone a target...

"All right! There we go!!" Kotetsu spoke up, coming downstairs from his bedroom area with his laptop and course work. You snapped out of your worried staring, whipping your head to face him. Kotetsu must have caught your reaction, because he got a concerned look as he sat across the table, "You okay?" "Yes. Fine." You finally realized that you hadn't taken out your own things yet, and immediately unzipped your backpack to pull them out.

You tried to break the silent tension in the room by starting off with the usual- asking Kotetsu to compare notes. ...only him to tell you he had none. For any of your classes together. For the entire past week. You tried to stay calm, but couldn't help yourself-- "What do you mean?!" "I'm really sorry, I've been very distracted!" "With what?" You snapped back, "Hunting down Ouroboros?!"

Kotetsu fell silent, perhaps finally realizing you already knew too much. "I'm really sorry about what happened to Rock Bison, Kotetsu, really I am. But..." You trailed off. You didn't know how to say it without hurting his feelings.

"I'm not an idiot." You were caught off guard as Kotetsu responded with a calm maturity, "I know I'm not a hero anymore." Seeing your shocked expression, he continued, "Yes, I've been trying to help Barnaby with the Ouroboros investigation. But I don't intend to become some sort of vigilante." That was a relief. But still... "Trying?" "I've spent the last week reaching out to my connections and asking around. A lot of the criminals I arrested back in the day respect me as their adversary, and were willing to talk."

"But... After I turned in my findings to the heroes this morning... Bunny told me to stop." Kotetsu's serious expression became sad as he looked down with dark eyes, "Said I was drawing too much attention, and that I was just putting everyone involved in danger." "He's right, you know." Kotetsu sighed, "I know..." "Did he say anything else?" Kotetsu rubbed the back of his head, "That I looked like I hadn't slept or showered in ages." "...have you?" He slumped, "Not really..."

You frowned, "So that's why you were sitting in the dark drinking... you feel useless." Kotetsu suddenly heated up at that word, glaring at you, "I'm not useless!!" "I know you're not!" you clarified, "But you feel that way, don't you? You want so badly to be able to help the heroes, but you're frustrated that there's nothing you can do. Or at least, nothing you're allowed to do, right?" Kotetsu fell silent at that. You could tell you were right.

"Of course I don't think you're useless Kotetsu." you repeated yourself to be extra clear, "The whole point of becoming a NEXT-specialized PT is so that you can help Heroes when they need you most, right?" "Right..." he half-heartedly replied. "So then try to have a bit more self-respect, okay? You know your own limits, so focus on what you can do instead of what you can't." "Uh-huh......" he was even quieter than before.

"Kotetsu..." you say with concern in your voice, "Remember last time... when I brought up going to therapy?" He gave a defeated sigh, "Yeah, I've been meaning to go..." "It really is free. You just have to call Student Services." "I know. I just..." Kotetsu looked over at the stack of now useless research in the corner. "You've been busy?" you gave him a consoling smile. He nodded.

You looked down, thinking back to the photos on the dresser... "I was worried you were avoiding going on purpose... because of your wife..." "What?" Kotetsu's voice was in disbelief. Oh no. You said that out loud. "S-sorry-! I mean-!" you fumbled, "Last time you told me you've seen a therapist once before, so I assumed it was because-- well...!" Kotetsu had a painfully neutral expression, "You're not wrong." He got a thousand-yard stare, "Who knows if I'd still be here if my boss hadn't forced me to go back then..." "I'm so sorry." Kotetsu shook his head, his voice bittersweet, "Let's not dwell on it any more, then." "Yes." you agreed immediately.

Kotetsu cleared his throat, glad that subject was skipped over. Suddenly, he smirked, "I'll make sure to sign up for Therapy after I sleep and shower, how about that?" calling back to Bunny's comment. "Sleep, shower-- AND taking notes for these upcoming tests!" you pointed a ballpoint pen at him threateningly. Kotetsu chuckled and grabbed his pencil, "Right, right."

You spent the rest of the night going over your notes and making sure he copied them and understood the material. You, at least, felt like you understood this place... and Kotetsu himself... a little bit more than before...

. . .

... it's been nearly two years since that day.

This is probably the fifth or sixth time you've been to Kotetsu's apartment, at least. You check the calendar he has on the fridge-- all the therapy sessions he had scheduled for the past month are checked off. Good.

You pay some passing respects to the photos of Tomoe, 'I'm trying my best to look after him for you so you can rest in peace.' before continuing on to the steps. It feels like second nature as you climb them upstairs to the bedroom area. Sure enough, there he is. Laying in a messy bundle of green comforters and sawing away. Well, more like purring, you'd say. Kotetsu's snoring was less like a chainsaw and more like an adorable annoyance. You check the time-- past 10AM. Certainly not early, but you figure you could let him rest more if he needs it.

You head back downstairs and check the fridge. It's all fried rice ingredients, of course. Old takeout rice boxes, assorted vegetables on the verge of going bad, and-- aha! Eggs. That'll work.

You have to wash some pans first, but eventually you fry up some eggs. You intend on bringing them upstairs and surprising Kotetsu. However, you nearly drop the plate when you hear a grumbling behind you-! You turn and see Kotetsu standing there, woozily holding his head as he barely manages to stumble over.

He calls your name questioningly. "What're you doing...?" "Good morning, sleepyhead. How's the hangover?" you walk past him and set the eggs down in the sitting area. "Not the worst I've ever had, but..." he groans, following. "Too sick to eat, or...?" "No.. I think I can eat..." You run over to get a glass of water, putting it in his hand, "Here." you guide him over to the table. "F...for me??" he asks in disbelief as you sit him in front of the eggs. "Yeah." "B-but what about you?" "I ate before coming over." "Oh..."

Kotetsu eats in awkward silence. You sit across from him and browse social media on your phone. The eggs were gone fairly quickly, and after finishing his glass of water, Kotetsu finally speaks up... "Did I say anything embarrassing last night?"

You looked up from your phone and saw Kotetsu's face drooping with genuine concern. That signature guilty puppy expression. "UH..." Normally you wouldn't hesitate to tell Kotetsu the silly things spoken when drunk. But this time, it was serious. It was pretty obvious that there were boundaries that weren't meant to be crossed, and you wanted to respect that. Plus, he just woke up. Was now really the right time to put him on the spot with a 'You confessed your love to me'?

Unfortunately, your conflicted expression was all the answer Kotetsu needed, "I did, didn't I?" "S-sort of..." you weaseled your way around the subject, "You told me that you asked out Barnaby once, but got rejected." "Oh god..." Kotetsu groaned, rubbing his face, "Yeah, I remember that part..." "You also told me that you were planning on asking out one of your fans to start dating." "That too..." he slumped back against the couch.

"What else do you remember?" you asked nervously. Kotetsu rubbed his hands over his forehead and through his hair, hmm-ing to himself... "You... drove me home, I think? Well, obviously you did." You nodded. "And... I remember crying about something... but I can't remember what..." "Well..." You sweat, careful to choose your words, "You said you were lonely. You miss Muramasa, Kaede, and Barnaby."

"Oooh- that's right!" Kotetsu sat up and tapped his fist into his palm, "And I was telling you how glad I was to have your company." "Uh-huh." you nodded, putting on an awkward smile. Suddenly, Kotetsu frowned, "Wait..." "Wait?" "......oh no." "Oh no???" Kotetsu curled his legs up on the couch and buried his face in his hands, "I REMEMBER NOW." "Oh no." "I confessed my feelings to you-!!" "Haha..." you died a little inside, "...yes. Yes you did." "AAAAAAGH." Kotetsu's embarrassment was muffled into his hands. 'AAAAH.' your embarrassment was screamed internally.

"I'm so sorry! I know we're just friends and you just want to help me graduate!!" Kotetsu pulled at his collar nervously, "I'm fine just pretending this whole thing never happened and--" "NO!" Kotetsu goes wide-eyed at your strong protest. You try to tone it down, "I mean- no, no, it's fine Kotetsu! If you really feel that way about me, then... I'm up for it." Kotetsu fell silent. Staring at you with a glimmer of hope and surprise in his eyes, "Really?"

"B-but only if you're up for it!!" you hastily add, "After all, you still have to figure out your leftover feelings for Tomoe and Barnaby, don't you?" He looked down seriously, "I do..." Then stroked his chin, "But... maybe I can multitask..." "Huh?" you cocked your head. Kotetsu was serious, matter-of-fact, "Coping with my old feelings and exploring these new feelings... at the same time." You're genuinely concerned, "Are you sure it wouldn't be too difficult?" Kotetsu shook his head, "The first part? Maybe... but second one? Not at all."

He looked up at you... his golden-brown eyes curved up from a sweet smile as he stared directly into yours, "I already know how I feel about you."

Your heart skipped a beat. He continued, "And I know you love me, too." "H-HUH?!" you felt your face go hot. "Seriously, that speech last night. 'If I was them I'd keep you warm on a lonely evening'? You weren't even trying to hide it, were you?" he chuckled. Now it was your turn to bury your face in your hands, "Y-yeah..." "Hey." Suddenly, you felt the warmth of a body next to you. You looked out from your palms-- Kotetsu had walked around the table and was sitting beside you now. He was looking you up and down, gently caressing your arm with his hand. You stared at him back, appreciating his features up close and personally. He opened his arms. You took the hint immediately, diving into his chest. You wrapped your hands around his waist and held him close, nuzzling into his neck. Taking in the smell of his sweat and a faint hint of cologne. The feeling of his rough skin and the old tank top he wore while sleeping. The sound of his breathing in his chest. Kotetsu nuzzled back, gripping you tightly with arms that made you feel safe.

The words had been weights in your heart for quite some time now, and you finally got to release them... "I love you, Kotetsu." You swear you could feel his heart beat faster...

"I love you, too."

♡

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sheepisreading · 2 years ago

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Books I finished in June 2022

We’re back on our regularly scheduled program: I read more than one book this month! Here we go:

The Dharma Bums, Jack Kerouac, 1958

Apparently it was Kerouac’s birth/death anniversary (I can’t even be arsed to google it, sorry) recently because the bookstore was full of Kerouac when I bought this one a few months back. I’d always wanted to read this one because I had a beat generation phase during which I read a lot about the beat generation but never actually read any of their works. Anyways, back then I’d landed on this one as the beat generation book I would probably read amongst all of them and here we are! I saw the nice Penguin Deluxe edition with deckled edges and saw it as my sign. It was... good! I confess it was kinda hard for me to get into (I feel like I type this very often) but it was worth it in the end. There are very nice sentences in this, dreamy descriptions and kinda-sorta interesting introspective thoughts. In a weird way, The Dharma Bums shares some vibes with shiey’s train surfing videos even though literally the only thing they have in common in train surfing. Or maybe considerations on life and freedom and existence as well, which I guess is rare enough to make the link. Would recommend, hold on!

On Chappel Sands, Laura Cumming, 2019

Non-fiction! The cover intrigued me at the bookstore and I read the blurb and impulsively bought it. It’s about a woman investigating her mother’s weird/strange family history to try and uncover everything about her. Or rather it tells the story of how she and her mum did just that. It’s an intriguing book, very unusual but very compelling. It’s a mystery novel but it’s not a novel. The picture the author draws of her mother’s native village is striking, you feel like you’re there. She uncovers the truth bit by bit, always slow enough to make you want to know more but fast enough to keep your interest. This book is also a portrait of the mother and a love letter to her. I sympathised with her quite a lot and grew to like and relate to the idea of her. I’m happy she existed on this earth. 5/5 stars.

Mary: a fiction, Mary Wollstonecraft, 1788

Okay this is my hard-to-read book of the month I guess. It’s feminist fiction by Mary Wollstonecraft. It follows the life of Mary, her travels, her friend’s illness, her romantic adventure(s). It was written (an published) in so obviously it’s not feminist in the way we use the term today but it’s a book about a woman who uses rationality (the way only men were thought to do at the time) in her life while still being a proper woman (you see what I mean). She doesn’t want to submit to a life with her assigned-at-18th-birthday husband so she doesn’t until the end where she is sort of forced to fit into the mold a bit more. It’s a book that shows to people at the time that women are as capable as men of being intelligent and furthering the world and living distinguished lives. It’s interesting to read just to see the vision of womanhood and menhood at that time and the dynamics between those too, as well as rationality and sensibility and all those concepts developped in the introduction. I recommend it but get a version with an introduction, I suspect I wouldn’t have enjoyed it much without it because it’s kinda far removed from modern literature in a way.

De Nouveaux Endroits, Lucile Génin, 2022

French book! Or french-canadian I guess. I feel like I haven’t read a french book in such a long time. I stumbled upon this one in the bookstore as well and bought it because the blurb seemed promising. It’s a book about a teen (like last year of high school) who doesn’t feel like she has her place in the world. So me being the sad me that I am thought that would be relatable and bought it. However, I think I’m not cis enough to relate to this kind of stuff because feeling unadequate in one’s womanhood is a subject breached a lot in this book and I just. Don’t give a shit about that. I just don’t relate to a lot of the shit that bothers the main character of this book and yeah. I had the same issue watching Ladybug, I thought I was gonna be able to see myself in it based on everything I was hearing about it and then I couldn’t at all and so I was mad at it. So I was quite annoyed at the book for a while but I kept on reading it and it’s actually pretty good. Like once I started reading it like normal fiction and not something that owed me therapy I found it enjoyable. It’s quite raw, emotional but also calm, rational and open to the world and new experiences. Afraid but then unafraid to start living. It’s the kind of book that does convince me to just do stuff, stop worrying and lying around doing nothing. Obviously, easier said than done but the feeling is there, and has been brought back up by this book.

The Tempest, Shakespeare, 1610-1611

The Shakespeare book of the month. This one I wanted to read because it intrigued me: not a tragedy but not quite a comedy either. Plus I love sea-based stuff. I like the ocean, I just think it’s neat (probably part of why I enjoy Virginia Woolf the way I do). Once I got through the 77-page preface (curse you Yves Bonnefoy) I finally got to the text and yeah! Very dissimilar to the other Shakespeare I’ve read, in that it flows differently I found. It’s got love and revenge and repenting and scheming but it has a different feel to it. It has magic in a more hands-on manner than in the other plays. Definitely one of my favourite Shakespeare plays until now!

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jaggedwolf · 2 months ago

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pll rewatch 2x22

The episode with all the dads (Tom doesn’t count) and Rosewood’s yearly father-daughter dances that we’ll never hear about again. Are the mothers and sons glad to escape this nonsense, I wonder.

Hanna and Emily discuss Maya, while turning Hanna's bedside lamp off and on. We’re still discussing this in terms of wow is this a breakup instead of huh runaway teen, dangers abound.

Melissa is terrible in this car scene with Spencer. She confesses to sending Ali angry texts because Ali flirted with Ian (that was a 14/15 year old to your 20/21, insane to be threatened by that and not concerned) and then she goes on about how Ian totally didn’t kill Ali

Regardless of what sins Ian did or did not commit on Labor Day night, he did very much assault and try to kill Spencer in the church! No commentary about that huh Melissa.

Should we have a running Worst Older Sibling in Rosewood award. Got to give Aria this much, she’ll never win that award.

Ella asks Aria to keep secret her meeting with Ezria and it’s so gross.

As a friend said, Ezria is not what Aria deserves but it is very much what Byron and Ella deserve for the way they treat Aria.

When I watched this show in high school I don’t think I cared or even noticed how often Byron and Ella are unaligned and refusing to communicate but on this rewatch I am regularly deranged by their behaviour

Ashley offers to take Hanna to the father-daughter dance, which Hanna accepts. Very cute of them, but of course this cannot happen.

Spencer desperately does not want Melissa to be A and in return she has Melissa saying hey our dad is sketchy for sure

In my notes I’ve written “Peter sucks but Nolan North”. It’s true. I have a soft spot for Peter out of all the bad dads because he is the funnest bad dad, like how Noel Kahn is funnest bad teenage dude, but also because I’m like aw, Nathan Drake is here.

Ashley & Wilden have their secret meeting....in the middle of Main street? Morons. You live in a suburb, go meet in an empty parking lot.

Mike went to therapy and became the most well-adjusted Montgomery, at least for now. This teenage boy does not deserve his family being this silly.

Pam is doing a charity run in Texas and I remember that, oh yeah, Pam runs. Fields are probably the most athletic of the families. I don’t think we ever hear of Veronica or Melissa playing any sports.

Wayne tried to run away in high school and I have many questions. Did he have a bad boy phase? I like that Emily only learns this when it’s relevant, unlike Hanna’s familiarity with Ashley’s teenage difficulties.

Spencer ransacks her dad’s desk for clues, finding one before Melissa shows up.

When Spencer storms past Melissa to leave her dad’s office, the camera moves with Melissa’s turn but also downwards to include two photographs on Peter’s desk — teenage Spencer in a field hockey uniformed, the frame saying Happy Father’s Day, and a black-and-white photo of two little girls that are clearly meant to be Spencer and Melissa. Great touch.

Wayne gets an army bonus to his charisma check when he and Emily talk to the bus station worker who simply wants to eat lunch, not answer questions. The way this guy is talking implies he hasn’t been asked about Maya before, so what the hell are Rosewood PD doing?

Emily was even truthful with the cops about what Maya’s proclaimed plans were.

Hanna tosses her phone into the sudsy sink rather than risk Ashley handing it over to Wilden.

Hanna commits so much wastage in this kitchen, it always makes me wince, but Ashley, my friend, you could’ve grabbed that phone out as soon as Hanna stormed off, those few seconds still leave you with a chance of the phone surviving.

Emily and Wayne meet outside the father-daughter dance, Emily in a red dress and Wayne in a dress uniform. They are very sweet here, as they usually are.

Wayne is getting deployed back to Afghanistan and I get distracted wondering about US military deployment schedules in 2011. Okay, Wayne was last on an eight-month deployment, returning in late September 2010. We’re in March 2011 now. He’s been stateside for at most six months.

This doesn’t appear as strange as I initially thought — in early 2011, the US is involved in both Iraq and Afghanistan. The deployment-to-dwell time ratios were not great.

...I hope Wayne Fields is doing okay with all this...unfortunately I suspect all members of the Fields family have similar coping strategies...

Hanna shows up to the dance to tell the girls Ashley is digging too much into A shit, Mona comes up with a questionable plan, and Hanna lingers after in a sea of fathers and daughters to give us another great shot.

We have the usual themes for Byron and Aria. Byron is gross about Aria being his little girl forever, Aria is still mad at him for not endorsing her relationship with a grown man, yada yada

But IIRC he’s under the impression that Aria is dating Holden and hasn’t talked to Ezra since she got grounded, so he must be so ??? at Aria being mad at him.

Aria lies to Ashley and I continue to be confused about the police documents Mona showed Hanna and Ashley discovered.

In the previous episode, the show frames it as evidence Ashley slept with Wilden to get Hanna out of shoplifting charges. Here, it is a mere police report that Aria can claim she photoshopped, a very bad lie Ashley doesn’t believe for a second.

Spencer finds a folder of photos of Ali and yells at her dad once about the $15k, to which Peter finally confesses that he hired a PI to investigate Ali’s disappearance, because he was scared someone he cared about was involved.

Spencer probes further, Peter says the someone was Melissa, given the angry texts

Oh, and Peter learned that someone (read: A) stole his gun, so the cops are here.

Melissa runs off to Philly, not before offering her condo as a refuge to Spencer. I know you’re hard up on options here Spence, but don’t take her up on that.

Ella & Ashley discuss the girls’ fear and lies, as Ella once more expounds her belief that the best thing to do is nothing.

The liars head over to Brookhaven, finding a block where every store is closed, only for Aria to put on the red coat and get mistaken for Vivian Darkbloom. I’ll have more to say on that later, but for now, have a convincing shot of Aria in that coat.

The A tag this week is A retrieving the Rosewood Observer, which declares Maya as officially Missing.

#pll #pll watching #pll 2x22 #my blorbo is not in this episode she is probably swimming a billion laps while going damn it mccullers the girlfriend is literally a missin #person you moron

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 1 year ago

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Back from our interruptions of Star being a smart girl taking exams and me having a BS blog move, we are back to your regularly scheduled programming:

Blorbo Talk with Star Squared

Okay first of all that TAG ???? like omg. The fact that you think of me as the ‘talented creative friend’ I am sobbing omg. Thank you. I love sharing these blorbo fics with you so much

Star: English reader ? No, but I shall take creative liberty cause english accents are very pleasing to do : D

Sunny: writing British characters is one of my favourite things to do, and it’s one of my favourite parts about writing Harry Potter fanfiction - using British slang and stuff so omg yes absolutely

Star: "actually unscrew a toilet seat lid and send it to their little sister Ginny" I FORGOT THEY DID THIS ????

Sunny: weird details of the HP books have stuck with me, so I couldn’t resist bringing this one up. Like just imagine an owl flying to their house with a FULL FUCKING TOILET SEAT IN ITS CLAWS

Star: "you were always on her good side" no joke, friends mom's LOVE ME ! I am a delight to be around, according to the middle aged women who didnt birth me

Sunny: okay like I am so 50/50 with this, because I was always super super polite and sometimes just the act of saying ‘please and thank you’ would super impress my friends’ parents and make them think I was a saint, and sometimes I was known as the corrupting force in my friends’ lives because I had blue hair and I would convince my friends to watch really gory horror movies so I was known as the ‘bad one’ because whenever my friends went out with me, we would watch horror movies and stay up too late and eat too much junk food (which is way low on the scale of bad things teenagers can do, but I was like the Scandalous One to my friends with really strict parents)

Star: "or lose their teeth trying to eat a deck of Exploding Snap" respect

Sunny: okay but like the fact that they give CHILDREN a card game that EXPLODES is insane. This would result in many injuries

Star: "I haven’t been this tossed off my tits in quite a while!" CANON ENGLISH READER !!!!!! SKSKSKS fucking love that, will be stealing it

Sunny: this so randomly came to mind and this line actually inspired the bookend parts of the fic. I just love the fact that British people will use any verb to say drunk. Like they will say ‘pissed’ and mean drunk and I love that for them

Star: “And I really, really missed you, Fred” KSKSKSKS oh drunken confessions <3 (same vibe as "whyd you say bye squidward twice?" "i like squidward")

Sunny: LITERALLY the same energy as ‘why’d you say bye Squidward twice’ like she extra double missed Fred and she can’t help but to say it. And then George knows that’s his queue to leave because he can’t take his brother pining over this girl for years more

Star: "annoyance and attraction were two twigs on the same branch, the tree just needed to be shaken a little for something romantic to happen" my self ships all in one very well written sentence

Sunny: I literally thought I was creating brilliance when I was writing this, because this describes so many existing popular ships but also it’s one of my favourite tropes to write (along with the trope in this fic - idiots to lovers)

Star: "unsightly pieces of George left behind" horrifying : D

Sunny: okay but the entire concept of Splinching is SO HORRIFYING. Like you could just ACCIDENTALLY LEAVE YOUR LEG BEHIND and then you don’t have a leg anymore ??? I totally understand why they have the Floo instead. I would rather only take the fucking Floo oh my god

Star: "but he knew that you had missed him as a friend, just as a good friend" DO YOU KNOW THAT FREDERICK ?? DO YOU ????????

Sunny: one of my FAVOURITE PARTS of writing ‘idiots to lovers’ is thinking that the other person could NEVER think of you as anything more than a friend, and it coming as a shocking revelation when they find out. Ooomf GOOD SOUP

Star: “You’re a menace to society, Fred Weasley” dreamy sigh yeah

Sunny: he is the most menacing EVER and I LOVE IT

Star: "Wanting to match him, you did the same" oh the flashbacks to my first (and only) ever shot… i tried to do just that, WAS NOT SUCCESFULL

Sunny: fun fact… I write fics like this without ever having drank alcohol in my life. I don’t drink because of my chronic illness, so it’s so funny when people who actually drink read or review my fics

Star: "Bugger off, then" fred, sweety, I think this is the time for real swearing (at least call them cunts or something)

Sunny: OKAY BUT YOU ARE SO REAL FOR THIS OMG. I didn’t even think about this when I was writing the fic omg

Star: "He tossed it down to the floor and it exploded into a cloud of pure, thick darkness" AAAAAAA LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO !!! this is so incredibly funny and silly, i love it here

Sunny: one of my favourite parts of writing Harry Potter fics is that they are funny and silly. I highly enjoyed writing this lmao

Star: "Everything about you is ‘much’, Fred" EYOOOOOO sksksks sorry

Sunny: yes we are talking about his brilliant personality and his giant di-

Star: "you finally realised what he had been trying to say" well nothing like multiple years apart to jog one's memory

Sunny: SERIOUSLY like they would have the kind of friendship that is so cuddly and affectionate and everyone around them would assume they are a couple or be waiting for them to just get together (like Molly and Arthur would look at them and just HEAR WEDDING BELLS) and they would be like ‘no we’re just super close best friends’ and then Y/N spends a few years away and comes back and is like FUCK HE LIKED ME THE WHOLE TIME. WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT

Star: "I thought perhaps you’d get the bloody point when I asked you to be my date to the Yule Ball” I'm absolutely that type of dumb and self sabotagy

Sunny: this is too real. Especially because Fred probably got halfway through the night and realized that Y/N didn’t even know it was a real date, so he took her somewhere secluded and prepared another epic romantic confession, only for Snape to come by and be like ‘what are you miscreants doing, this is a restricted area, get back into the Great Hall or go to your dormitory’ and Fred almost pulled his hair out because he was interrupted yet again

Star: "French arsehole named Pierre" hey dont say that ! …i'd never date a guy named Pierre : )

Sunny: okay but like fully angst mode… imagine Fred laying awake in bed at night, thinking about Y/N living in France, thinking that she left England because she had 0 interest in him and she doesn’t miss him and doesn’t think about him and she has met someone else and she’s fallen in love and she’s gonna get married and have kids and never come back and he missed his chance with the woman he’s in love with, so he thinks that he’s gonna die along hung up on her and missing her while George gets married and gets to be happy with Katie

Star: “It’s always been you" top 3 romance tropes that kill me every time

Sunny: IT’S SO PERFECT. Also imagine how happy Molly is gonna be because the first time she sees Y/N after years, she gets to hear the news that her and Fred are FINALLY together. Perfection

Kisses Like Fire Whiskey

Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Summary:

When you come back from a long healing apprenticeship in France, you and Fred catch up over drinks, reminiscing about your days as mischievous rebels. In the drunken haze, some important things are realized.

Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Fluff (with a slight bit of Angst). Set post Deathly Hallows and during Goblet of Fire.

Word Count: 7,500

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Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: this is bookended with scenes that take place after the war, but obviously this is a Fred Lives AU; part of this takes place after main storyline of Deathly Hallows and part of it takes place in a flashback during Goblet of Fire (when Fred and the reader are in their sixth year); the reader and Fred are the same age; while part of this takes places post Deathly Hallows, there isn't mentions of the war; it's never mentioned exactly how long the reader was away, but the reader and Fred are both in their early 20s in the bookended parts; drinking and drunkenness are major plot points in this fic, as well as underage drinking; underage characters being in a bar/pub; Fred and the reader both drink, but there are mentions of Fred seeming more sober than the reader/handling his alcohol better; they are drunk to the point of lowering their inhibitions, but not to the point of passing out or forgetting things; mentions of George x Katie Bell as a background ship; mentions of splinching/the dangers of Apparating while drunk (does not actually happen in the fic, everyone is fine); mentions of vomiting due to over consumption of alcohol (doesn't happen to any of the main characters of this fic, it's a very small background element); passing mention of a cursed object that makes people spit up their own blood; creepy men approach the reader (and Fred defends her) - minor sexual harassment from older men toward the reader; this does use Y/N (I started out as a Quizilla girly, I will live and die by Y/N); this is mostly just mutual pining and fluff with a love confession at the end. So please enjoy!!

A/N: when I read the original request, I was inspired to take it a lot further, and after writing The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes, I have realized that I really loving writing simplistic fics that are mutual pining that turns into a love confession. It's so much fun.

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“So then - so then - Bill says: ‘where’s Percy?’, and Mum looks around the table and realises Perce is even there.” George chuckled brightly, topping off the telling of another one of their chaotic childhood stories.

“‘Course, Mum blamed it on us.” Fred said, rolling his eyes.

“As if she was wrong!” You argued, reaching out and smacking him on the shoulder playfully.

Your words were louder to your own ears than you had intended to say them, slurring slightly on your lips. Perhaps you had more to drink than you had realised, but you were simply having fun catching up with your dearest, oldest friends. So you couldn’t bring yourself to truly care or view it as a problem.

You were simply overjoyed to see Fred and George again.

You were visiting England for the first time in years, and naturally, the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes shop had been your first stop. You had grown up with the twins - since your first year at Hogwarts together, they had been two of your closest friends. Ever since you had been sorted into Gryffindor with them, the three of you had been thick as thieves. Right from the moment you had suggested to them that they actually unscrew a toilet seat lid and send it to their little sister Ginny in the post when they had initially just been joking about doing so. Ginny had found it highly amusing - their mother, not so much.

But when you met Molly for the first time in person, you were always on her good side. You were very good at playing the ‘perfect angel’ in front of authority figures (unlike the twins). So you could very easily bat your eyelashes and say a few sweet things, as well as being on your best behaviour on the surface, before sneaking around with the twins at night and helping them with their pranks - not that anyone else ever suspected you of doing so.

You were the perfect accomplice for them. Someone who was labelled as a goody-two-shoes who was down for mischief at any time.

You had been slightly heartbroken when you found out that they were planning to quit their Seventh Year partyway through in order to start their joke shop. You knew that it had always been a dream of theirs, and it was your dream to see them succeed in it. But a large part of you had been hoping to graduate with your best friends by your side. They had offered for you to come with them, of course. They told you that you could have a very fulfilling career at the shop. But you had other plans for yourself.

So you watched them ride off on their brooms, cheering and hollering for them alongside everyone else. And after your graduation, you had come to visit the shop in its full glory, seeing its whimsical beauty with your own eyes before you left England. As much as you hated that your lives had taken such different paths, you admired them deeply for succeeding.

Since then, you had been in France. You had taken on a prestigious healing apprenticeship in order to become a high level Healer. It was something you had always dreamed of doing - helping people through the skilled art of healing.

Perhaps, in some ways, it was a career choice inspired partially by your two best friends - seeing them blow themselves up or get horrible boils testing their own products, you wanted to be able to soothe the side effects faster. And you knew that there were plenty more children out there like them. Children who would fall from trees pretending to be a dragon or lose their teeth trying to eat a deck of Exploding Snap, children who needed gentle understanding from a Healer rather than scolding.

You had recently finished up your apprenticeship, and you were hoping to get a job at St. Mungo’s to be closer to the people you always viewed as family. But even just stepping foot back in the twins’ shop felt like home. You had been greeted with tight hugs and so much chatter between them about missing you that you could barely decipher the words between two voices. They had invited you up to the flat above the shop for a drink - so now, hours later, you were quite tipsy and feeling the best that you had in years.

“You know boys, I haven’t - I haven’t been this tossed off my tits in quite a while!” You announced loudly, pausing between words to let out a small hiccup, signifying just how drunk you were.

You weren’t at the level of drunk where things were unpleasant - not where the room was spinning and you were on the verge of passing out, battling with nausea. But your normal sense of proprietary had definitely been tossed out the window, you felt fuzzy around the edges, and everything felt delightfully warm. Especially considering you had been drinking Fire Whiskey.

You hadn’t had a drink all throughout your apprenticeship, as much as the other young people working with you encouraged you to ‘take a load off’ every once and a while. Your work was something that you took very seriously (especially when Fred and George weren’t around to tempt you with pranks and daily mischief). So this was the first time in a long time that you had actually taken the time to relax, and the alcohol was hitting you a lot harder than even you realised.

The boys chuckled at your words, George turning bright red from how hard he was laughing. Perhaps the booze was hitting him pretty hard too. While Fred’s eyes were dancing with that brightness they always had when he was having fun, he didn’t seem quite as sloppy. You hadn’t been paying attention, but he likely didn’t have as much to drink, and had simply been enjoying your company the entire time.

“You know, I really missed you, Fred and George.” You said, pure sincerity dripping through your tone, your affection amplified in your chest by your drunkenness. You couldn’t hold yourself back - your emotions bubbling to the surface without your consent. “And I really, really missed you, Fred.”

You turned to him, putting a warm hand on his shoulder, your touch practically burning up through the sleeve of his silken shirt (you were surprised by how nicely the twins dressed now that they were established bussinessmen). You hated that you couldn’t hold back the need to emphasise the fact that you had missed Fred just a bit more. But he had been on your mind a lot more than his brother had, as scarily similar as they were.

Even if you had barely admitted it to yourself, throughout all your years at Hogwarts, you had a romantic inclination towards Fred.

It was never something you had acted on, for fear of ruining the amazing friendship that the two of you had. But as your visit to England grew closer and closer, you found yourself losing focus on your work and thinking about him more and more. You wondered if he had found someone - you wondered if his good looks, his charm, his humour had landed him a wife in the time that you had been gone. It wouldn’t have surprised you if, during the time you had been gone, he had married or even had kids.

Obviously he had a wonderful career nailed down, so a family would have been the natural next step for him.

Those thoughts made you approach the shop’s door with equal parts dread and excitement. You eagerly wanted to see him again but didn’t want to see that there was a ring on his finger. You had been all too happy to find out during your long, winding ‘catch up’ conversation that, in fact, he was still single. George had brought up that fact more than once, actually, nagging on his brother’s lonely status like it was the most recent funny joke he could prod at.

When you heard him talk about it, there was that insecurity still bubbling beneath the surface - the thought that you had missed your chance, or that Fred had never been interested in you romantically at all. It was something that couldn’t even be knocked away by booze, and that was gnawing at you now that storytime was winding down.

Fred and George exchanged a look - one of those silent conversations that could only be had through micro-expressions because of their closeness as twins. It was something that had always deeply irritated you during your days at Hogwarts, desperately trying to decipher if it meant ‘close to expulsion’ trouble or simply ‘skipping a class’ trouble.

“Well, would you look at the time,” George said, loudly and rather cartoonishly as he looked at his watch. It was something that you likely would have found suspect if you weren’t feeling hazy and drunk. “I told Katie I would pop over to hers sometime this weekend, so I should get going,”

Something that had come as a brilliant surprise to you: finding out that George was now engaged to Katie Bell.

Not only were you shocked to know that George seemed more than eager to ‘settle down’ and get married, but you were entirely curious about how they came to be as a couple. Especially considering that, as far as you knew, she had always seemed to find the twins’ pranks more annoying than anything else.

But you supposed that annoyance and attraction were two twigs on the same branch, the tree just needed to be shaken a little for something romantic to happen. The two of them hadn’t officially moved in together yet, as much as George talked about her with those sweet, rose-coloured lenses, and seemed to want to spend all his time around her. The twins still lived in the flat above the shop, two twin beds in the bedroom, as they always had in their room at the Burrow. But from the way Fred remarked on it, and from what you had seen glancing into their bedroom when you had gotten up to use the toilet, George was over at Katie’s far more than he was at their flat.

You couldn’t help but to find it sweet. George was in love.

It made you happy for him, knowing that he had found someone good for him. But thinking about it caused a pang in your chest as you wondered if Fred was lonely. You knew that loneliness certainly wasn’t a feeling that he was used to. If it was you or George, or one of his many other brothers, he always had someone at his side to keep him company.

You could only imagine what those nights were like - when the shop closed up and George popped off to his soon to be wife’s place, leaving Fred to nothing but the quiet. (You knew that Weasleys were never good with quiet - part of the reason that the twins were the way that they were.)

George peeled himself off the floor, where the three of you had been sitting around the coffee table in the lounge. Like a gangly baby deer, he began stumbling about due to his own drunkenness before he gained a proper footing and finally managed to stand up straight. You let out a snorting laugh at the sight and Fred - very clearly the most sober of the three of you - rushed out of his seat to grab George by the shoulders, making sure that his brother was alright.

“You sure that you’re okay to Apparate, Georgie?” Fred asked.

That kindness, that caring - it was something people often overlooked when they saw Fred Weasley. But it was one of the things that had drawn you to him the most. He was such a sweet person, and he cared about the people in his life with such a ferocity that it made your soul ache just to know that you were one of them.

“I’ll be fine, Freddie.” George replied.

Fred picked up George’s coat and began helping him into it, and you barely paid attention to the hushed conversation that the two of them had as you picked up the large (now rather light) bottle of Fire Whiskey and poured yourself another drink.

You caught something online the lines of ‘just go for it, for Merlin’s sake’ - very strained and annoyed, but you honestly had no clue what they were talking about. As you took a sip of your drink - you truly didn’t care.

Fred heaved out a sigh and then George disappeared with a crack. You craned your neck to look at the spot where he had been, just wanting to make sure that there was no blood or unsightly pieces of George left behind. There weren’t any - he had done fine.

“Havin’ another one, are we?” Fred remarked, walking around the coffee table to collapse onto the plush couch behind your back.

You chugged the rest of the Fire Whiskey from your glass all in one go, growling slightly as it burned sharply down your throat before you put the glass down once again.

“I’m celebrating!” You cheered loudly - again, much louder than you intended it to be. “I missed my best friends so much. It’s so - so good to be home.”

“But apparently you missed me just a bit more?” Fred chuckled, referring to your comment from before.

You moved to get up on the couch with him, and found your legs unsteady beneath you. Fred saw what you were doing and put a hand on your upper arm, hauling you back to sit on the cushions beside him. You moaned quietly at the warmth of his large hand on your bare skin, exposed by the camisole you were wearing. At one point, you had been wearing a nice cardigan, but you had stripped out of it as the alcohol drove your body temperature up.

You leaned back into the couch, and cuddled up against him. His body was soft and muscled at the same time, and he felt so nice against you. With your inhibitions lowered, you could see no fault in snuggling tightly into his side and laying your head on his chest. You wanted to simply enjoy the physical affection from a person you had missed so dearly.

You didn’t see the pure warring on Fred’s face as you did this - the confliction and yearning and hurt flashing over his features. He had missed you too, but he knew that you had missed him as a friend, just as a good friend, and not as the ‘one that got away’ that he had been thinking about every damn day since. But he could be cool about this, he told himself. He wouldn’t let his stupid feelings get in the way.

After a moment of pushing those pesky feelings back down, he finally relaxed into your touches and wrapped an arm around you, lazily brushing his fingers across the bare skin of your arm on the other side. You sighed happily at the feeling. From this close, he could smell the feminine floral waft of your perfume in combination with the hot cinnamon of the Fire Whiskey. And though it only made him yearn more, it was heaven.

He was all too happy to have you this close rather than you being so far away in France. He was happy to have you home.

“Do you want to stay the night?” He asked. “George’s bed will be empty, of course.”

He added on that second part quickly - he wanted you to feel comfortable, didn’t want to put any pressure on you to keep up this closeness, even if you seemed cuddly and affectionate because of your drunken state.

Originally, you had been planning to get a room at The Leaky Cauldron, but the twins’ shop had been your very first stop, and they had torn your suitcase out of your hands to bring it upstairs for you, so it was currently sitting off to the side of the lounge with your coat draped over it. And you never did get that room. Now, you realised it was laughable to think that you’d be staying anywhere but with friends, especially with the Molly Weasley hospitality baked right into them. You had to assume that even if George wasn’t at Katie’s, he would have slept on the couch so that you could take his bed anyway.

“Freddie, you know, I don’t think I’m going to get very far.” You said. “You - you got me pretty d-drunk.”

Fred smiled to himself. “Ah, I see. Once again, it is all my fault.”

It was something you did at large during your days at Hogwarts. You blamed him for yourself being late to class, you getting detentions, the few times you had ended up on Molly’s bad side. When in reality, you had always been a cheerful, willing participant in their chaos, you had always ‘blamed’ him for dragging you into it. But it only made him tempt you into more trouble.

“It is,” You sighed, turning your head to give him a wide grin. “You always g-get me into trouble.”

Fred let out a quiet laugh at this, and you laid your head on this chest once again. The two of you mulled in the comfortable silence for a few moments before you thought of something.

“You know, this-s reminds me, of - of the first time you got me drunk.” You told him with a laugh.

“Oh, god, back in sixth year?” He posed, returning to the memory himself. “That was epic. I still don’t know if I’d call it an epic disaster, or epic fun.”

“Bit of both.” You mumbled quietly. “Always is with you.”

Sitting there, curled up next to the lovely warmth of him, you remembered the night so fondly.

…

Leave it to Fred Weasley to pull you out of bed at half past two in the morning with no solid explanation as to why, aside from ‘we have plans’.

When you asked him why he couldn’t conduct those plans with George, as he usually did, he simply smirked and said that George had plans of his own. Which deeply worried you - but you tried your best to ignore it. You knew from experience that Fred wasn’t a walking troublemaker all the time.

In fact, the events of just a short week ago had proven that to you. He had invited you to the Yule Ball (as friends, of course) and the entire evening had been absolutely pleasant. No pranks - no water balloons, no coloured dye, no buckets of feathers, no charmed objects, no floods. It had been nothing but a delightful night of dancing and chatting with your friends.

Even now, as Fred pulled you into the mouth of a very small passageway that you had never seen before (one that caused you to slump over in order to walk through it), you pulled your scarf tighter around yourself and tried your hardest not to worry about what he might be up to. At the very least, if he was planning something large and disruptive, you would know about it, so that you wouldn’t be on the receiving end.

He had told you that these ‘plans’ involved going outdoors, so you had bundled up well, because there was still quite a few feet of snow outside and it was chilly, seeing as it was so late at night. But you hadn’t expected it to be so damn cold, walking in a random mystery tunnel underneath the school. Again, you had no clue where he was taking you or where the thing even led - you were simply glad when it became tall enough for you to straighten your back up.

“Where are we going, Fred?” You demanded harshly.

“You’ll see.” Fred told you, throwing a wicked grin over his shoulder at you as he continued to lead you forward through the darkness - the light of his wand being the only thing leading the way in the musty old tunnel.

“Nothing good ever happens when you say those words.” You replied, heaving a deep sigh.

“Well, perhaps, you could keep your mind open this time.” He said brightly. “Loosen up. Be open to all the possibilities that the universe has to offer you,”

You rolled your eyes at this. He was trying to direct your attention away from whatever scheme he had planned, that much was immediately clear to you.

“Is this an escape tunnel out of the country because you finally did something bad enough for your mother to kill you?” You joked. “Let me guess, you’re meeting George in Germany? What was it that finally pushed her over the edge? Did she find out that you two took bets at the World Cup? Did she find out about the-?”

Your words were abruptly cut off when Fred tapped his wand on the wall in front of him. It was a seemingly a dead end wall made of stone, keeping the two of you trapped at the end of the tunnel. But when he whispered some incantation under his breath, the stone began to grind loudly and it parted ways - letting in a gust of cold air from the outside, revealing the way out.

Fred stepped forward and you continued to follow him. As the stone grinded closed behind the two of you (now disguised as nothing more than a large, natural boulder) you gaped with shock as you saw a cluster of lights just down the hill and you quickly realised what it was.

“Hogsmeade.” You declared quietly, entirely shocked that you had walked through a dirty tunnel and ended up here.

Somehow, without getting caught - without setting off any charms that should supposedly be in place to keep the students on the school’s grounds.

Fred nodded proudly, grinning at you.

“How-?” You gaped.

“I have my ways, don’t I?” Fred said, his chest visibly puffing out with pride.

You decided not to question it. Especially because you fully understood it now - Fred was bored, he knew a way out of the school, and he simply wanted to have fun in Hogsmeade instead of laying in bed that night.

Fred took a hold of your hand as the two of you walked into town, and you took a quiet joy in observing Hogsmeade at night. Quite a few of the shops were closed, due to it being so late, which did make you wonder why Fred had even bothered to bring you there.

But he soon answered your question when he brought you to The Three Broomsticks - which was lit up, bustling and lively at this time. You knew that the front door was enchanted to alert the owner of underage wizards trying to pass through at certain times. Before you could even wonder what Fred’s plan was for that one - he led you around to the back, and he caught the back door out of someone’s hand as they ran outside and began puking in a snowbank, obviously unable to handle their liquor.

The two of you slipped in the back door completely undetected, seeing as it didn’t have those same enchantments to alert the owner of your presence. You began tingling with the glee that you always wore whenever Fred pulled you along to perform some mischief. You felt so joyous when you paired up to share wicked secrets with him. Fred had a talent for getting away with things (and other times, he so fabulously didn’t) - but he got away with a lot more than anybody ever realised, right under their noses. You felt clever just being around him most of the time.

With all the confidence in the world, still holding your hand, Fred pushed past some other rowdy patrons and waltzed right up to the bar. He tossed down a few Sickles (bet money that he and George had won from the World Cup, you could guarantee) and you couldn’t help but to grin at him as so confidently placed an order.

“Two Fire Whiskeys, please.” He announced, never once skipping a beat or faltering as any other underage person in a bar would.

It was strange to say, but Fred wore playful deception so well. You knew that you were staring at him with intense attraction written all over your face as you admired his antics. You simply hoped that he wouldn’t catch the love dopey look on your face and call you out on it.

“Coming right up, love-” Madam Rosmerta began to comply with his request without issue, but she took pause when she looked up from drying a glass with a rag long enough to truly look at the two of you.

That was the moment you thought it was over, for sure. You thought that she would send an angry owl up to Hogwarts, and the two of you would be done for. You began to imagine what kind of sick and twisted punishment McGonagall would have in store for the two of you - scrubbing cauldrons for weeks, trimming all the grass on the Quidditch pitch with scissors.

But somehow, Fred was a lot more clever than that. He wasn’t going to give up and simply let himself be caught.

“Aren’t you two a little… young to be in here?” She posed, glancing between the two of you and then looking back toward the front door, as though she was expecting the enchantments to suddenly begin wailing to alert her to a couple of underage wizards in the pub. Even though the two of you had successfully made it all the way over to the bar without that happening.

“Young?” Fred scoffed, putting on his very best tone of fake offence. “Honestly, woman, why would a couple of kids be in a pub at three in the morning?”

Rosmerta raised a brow at him, making it clear that she didn’t buy this - at least not yet.

Your stomach curled with nerves, and you tried your hardest not to show it on your face. You knew that this would either end in a spectacular punishment, or Fred would pull off one of his greatest hoaxes yet.

“Perhaps you might recognize us from when we were Hogwarts students,” Fred shrugged, trying his best to sound casual. “But we graduated year before last. And we just got off a very long shift with the Department of Cursed Objects, and we would simply like a drink.”

“Yeah, that last one was a doozy.” Your tongue moved before you gave it permission, and you found yourself leaning on the bar as you added onto Fred’s lie. “We had to hunt down this set of silver teaware that poisoned anyone who drank out of it. They were spitting up blood, and rotting from the inside out, choking on their own-”

“My apologies.” Rosmerta said, giving a curt smile. Clearly, she was increasingly uncomfortable with the graphic nature of your made-up story, and simply wanted you and Fred out of her way. “You must be right. The students from the school all start to blend together after the years. How ‘bout that drink then?”

She turned to grab a pair of non-cursed glasses, and when you glanced over at Fred, he was grinning widely at you.

“Good one.” He whispered into your ear, and you couldn’t help the shiver that went through you at the feeling of his hot breath on your neck. If asked, you would say that it was caused by the chill of someone opening the door, and not caused by your unbearable attraction to him.

When the drinks were placed on the bar in front of you, Rosmerta scurried off to attend to someone else. You picked up the glass that was half filled with the amber liquid, feeling intense victory and satisfaction flowing through you. In a predictable pattern, you and Fred gently clinked your glasses together.

But rather than making a congratulatory toast in celebration of getting away with the lies, you grinned widely at him as you said this:

“You’re a menace to society, Fred Weasley.”

“You love it.” He replied easily, giving you a cheeky wink as he tossed back the liquid in one clean gulp. He winced slightly and sucked in a breath sharply through his teeth. But it was clearly not his first time drinking, and you had to guess that Bill was the one responsible for that.

Wanting to match him, you did the same - you tipped the glass back, letting all of the liquid slide past your lips and down your throat in one go. It burnt sharply in a way that you absolutely weren’t expecting, and you began coughing and sputtering, giving away your amateur nature in one glance. It was lucky that Rosmerta wasn’t looking. Fred rubbed your back soothingly, though he did take a moment to laugh at you.

“Burns, doesn’t it?” He chuckled.

“You c-could’ve warned me.”

…

A short while later, the burn of the alcohol was certainly no longer a concern for you. You supposed that was part of the point - if booze made you drunk and detached from yourself, they didn’t have to make it taste good. Because after a while, you just didn’t taste it.

You and Fred were three rounds deep, and even though he was matching you drink for drink, he was far more composed than you were. He hardly seemed drunk at all, other than the cute way he giggled at your jokes. Perhaps it was because of his height, or his Quidditch playing muscles, but he was handling his alcohol surprisingly well.

You, on the other hand - you were properly sloshed.

You had shed most of your winter clothing and spread the pieces haphazardly around the table that Fred had sat the two of you at. And you were currently trying to balance one of the empty shot glasses on your forehead - just to prove that you could, while Fred watched on in amusement.

Of course, he was partially amused by your drunken antics, and partially watching your cleavage threaten to burst out of your tight, V neck tee shirt as you arched your back furiously, trying to keep the glass balanced there. Since you had shed off your jacket and thick jumper, this was what you were left in, along with your tight jeans and boots - and Fred found that he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

“See! Told you I could do it!” You cheered, proud of yourself as you finally reached up and took the glass down, and then moved back to sit in your chair in front of Fred.

He couldn’t help but to smile at you. Honestly, he would never doubt you in anything you set your mind to. If you said that you could walk up walls or make Snape dance a jig, he would simply wait to watch it happen.

As he watched your proud smile and the way that the slightly drunken confidence caused you to sit up a bit taller, seeing the light from the fireplace gently kiss your skin - he was reminded of why he had brought you here in the first place. He let the alcohol in his own system give him courage (something that had been built into the plan) and he reached across the table, grabbing your hand gently with both of his.

The suddenly serious look that befell Fred’s face surprised you. That sense of surprise only grew when he took hold of your hand. He had more than captured your attention as he began to speak.

“Y/N, there’s something I really need to tell you.” Fred announced, his voice taking on a very rare serious quality.

It was something you had only heard from him when he talked about the possible ways to fund his joke shop or when you had fallen off a broom playing Quidditch at the Burrow and he had been worried about you being hurt. You nodded, stunned into silence, wondering if this meant bad news coming, eager for him to continue.

“Y/N, darling, you truly are the most amazing thing in my life.” He said, giving a small smile. Hearing this made your stomach tingle - it made the clasp of his hands around yours feel warmer. “You are so utterly brilliant. And you’re funny, and you’re the only girl I know who actually laughs at the stupid pranks I pull. I absolutely love spending time with you. I genuinely can’t imagine my life without you. So much so, that-”

“Hello, sweet thing.”

Fred’s words were disrupted by a deep voice, someone behind you who grumbled out these words and then let out a low whistle.

It took you a moment to realise that it was even directed at you. But when Fred’s face switched from that sweet smile to a harsh glare - a look that was rare for him, you followed his intense gaze over your shoulder to see what he was looking at.

It was a group of three men, much older than you, greasy-haired, wearing dark cloaks - staring at you like a pack of coyotes would stare at a hunk of fresh meat. Their gaze immediately made you feel naked, and though you were blazen hot, between the Fire Whiskey coursing through your system and the heat of the fireplace licking at you nearby, you had the urge to grab your jumper and pull it on over your head simply so that they would stop looking.

“Now what is a pretty thing like you doing in this dirty old pub?” One of the men asked, his voice feeling filthy in your ears and causing your spine to curl with disgust and something that you would hesitate to admit was fear. “Surely you must be lost, sweet thing. Need someone to show you the way home, then?”

You quickly jumped out of your chair and moved around the table to Fred’s side, where he had risen and easily swept you into his side with an arm around your shoulders. In a moment, you felt safer under his protective touch as he continued to glare at the men.

“Bugger off, then!” Fred ordered sharply.

“Oh, ‘bugger off’,” One of the others mocked Fred’s words in a whiny tone - clearly they didn’t take him seriously because he was obviously younger, even if he was quite tall for his age.

“What are you, her little boyfriend?” Another one of them joked.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.” Fred stated confidently, tossing in the obvious lie. “And I can tell you that brushing your teeth is one of the first requirements to getting a woman of this calibre,”

You resisted the urge to laugh at how his statement made their faces immediately meek and embarrassed.

“Well, if she wants a real man, that’s up to her to decide.” The man said gruffly. “Innit, princess?”

When he tossed out the nickname, you felt bile curl in your stomach, and it took you only a second to move when Fred uttered his next words to you.

“Grab your coat. We’re leaving.”

You scrambled around the table to get your jumper, mittens, hat, scarf, and your coat. As you were reaching across to one of the chairs to grab the last item, one of the men actually had the audacity to grab your wrist, stopping you from pulling back with the item in hand.

“If the girl wants to stay and have fun, that’s her choice.” He grumbled.

You wanted to tout that no, your idea of fun wasn’t hanging around men like this, but your voice was shrunken down into your throat with fear.

His grip around you was stiff and painful, and you immediately looked to Fred - whose jaw was set with a seething anger that you had only seen in him once before (when Malfoy had dared to insult Ginny right in front of him). He reached one hand into his pocket and leaned on the table with the other hand.

The man still didn’t let go of you, and you wondered if Fred’s hand was sitting on his wand in his pocket.

“Listen, bud, I don’t speak troll, so I’ll say this very slowly for you,” Fred announced, his voice dark with anger. “Let. Her. Go.”

The man immediately became outraged at being called a troll, and he moved his hand off your wrist, curling it into a hefty fist that he moved to swing at Fred’s head.

Fred ducked out of the way seamlessly, and you pulled your coat into the pile of clothes at your chest as Fred’s hand came out of his pocket with a lump of something black that looked almost like ordinary coal. He tossed it down to the floor and it exploded into a cloud of pure, thick darkness. Before you could truly comprehend what was going on, Fred’s comforting arm was around your shoulders, guiding you back out the back door of the pub.

You were thankful to be surrounded by cool air, the anxiety unwinding around you as Fred guided you away from the scene.

“Freddie, that was amazing!” You gasped, more than happy to praise him for saving you from those creeps.

You trudged along through the snow, incredibly chilly now that the wind kissed your bare arms and you held your jumper and your jacket rather than wearing them. But you were distracted from that feeling as you stared at the pub. You heard muffled coughs and voices loudly complaining, and as you circled around to the front, you saw the dark smoke overtaking any light that was inside, so much so that it began to pour out from the chimney and leak out of the cracks around the front door.

“What was that?” You had to ask, looking on in pure curiosity of the concoction that he had released into the pub.

“...new product George and I have been working on,” Fred admitted, his voice quivering with nerves slightly as he heard the coughs and sputters from inside. “Should probably adjust the size of the pellets, though. That was a bit… much.”

“Everything about you is ‘much’, Fred.” You said, still feeling that beautiful drunken warmth. It morphed into pure admiration toward him that you could hardly hold back. “That’s what makes you great.”

Fred chuckled at this.

He helped you get dressed back in your warm clothes, and the two of you walked back to the castle through that secret tunnel once again. He never quite built up the courage to get back to that topic he had so badly wanted to discuss - the entire reason he had taken you to Hogsmeade in the first place. But he basked in the simple joys of the night as the two of you talked in the Gryffindor common room and eventually, you fell asleep cuddled up to his chest while lounging on a couch in front of the fire.

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Now, all these years later, curled up on the couch with him much like you had been that night - you finally realised what he had been trying to say.

“Oh my god.” You gasped quietly, opening your eyes and sitting stark upright.

Fred was surprised by this, seeing as he thought that you were starting to fall asleep on his chest. He had been sitting there quietly, mentally debating if he should levitate you to bed or risk the neck cramps of sleeping upright on the couch himself.

“What?” He asked quietly, feeling entirely clueless.

“Oh. My. God!” You screamed, jumping off the couch and pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“What? What?!” He asked, the word growing in volume and sense of alarm in his mouth the longer you went without telling him what was wrong.

“That day - that day-” You were struggling to gather your thoughts into words, a drunken slur still slightly evident on your tongue. Though the anxiety and panic that had suddenly set in had woken up quite a few of your senses.

“What? What day?” Fred parroted back, even more confused.

“That day.” You repeated, pressing emphasis on the word. “That time, back in sixth year, when we snuck out to Hogsmeade.”

A look of dawning came across Fred’s features, and he became more sullen than you had ever seen him. It was something that punched you sharply in the chest as the realisation hit you even harder now.

You had been so stupid. How could you not have known it back then?

“You… you were gonna confess your feelings to me.” You said quietly, almost afraid to speak the words aloud.

Perhaps he could have saved himself some pain if he lied, but he saw no good sense in denying it.

“Yes.” He said quietly, unshed tears scraping the inside of his throat.

“What-?” Now it was your turn to gape with confusion. “Was that the only time? Why then?”

“That certainly was not the only bloody time.” Fred chuckled, the laughter sounding heavy and dark in his throat rather than joyous and light as it usually did coming from him. “I tried about a million other times before then - at the Quidditch World Cup, before we ran into your cousins who just so desperately needed your attention. On the train that year, before Katie burst in and stole you away to chat on about what a great summer you had. I thought perhaps you’d get the bloody point when I asked you to be my date to the Yule Ball.”

It felt as though an icy shard was shoved right through your heart.

You had been so stupid.

“I - I thought you asked me to go as friends.” You told him, entirely honest about your viewpoint.

“Well that just makes me feel like the biggest arse in existence.” Fred shrugged.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You barked out, feeling an intense frustration rush over you.

You felt indignant, annoyed. You felt like something had been stolen from you - information, time that you should have spent with Fred as your boyfriend rather than the time you had spent simply wishing he was.

Fred scoffed at this, clearly hurt.

“Well, Y/N, at a certain point, I lost my balls!” He shouted back. That was a harsh thing to imagine - Fred Weasley losing the courage to take a risk. “I thought that after all the damn interruptions, the universe just didn’t want you to know that I’m hopeless bleedin’ in love with you.”

Your throat clenched up when he said it in the present tense - said like he still had those feelings for you. You wanted so badly to say it back, but your voice was caught in your throat for a harsh moment. It caused a pitiable silence over the room that made him rush to continue.

“Honestly, I thought - I thought it might be different after you left.”

He said quietly, his voice breaking around the words slightly.

“I thought that not seeing you every day… that I might be able to forget how I felt. But it only got worse. I thought about you every single day, and I missed you so badly. And now that you’re standing here in front of me - now, you’re not just some girl I fancied in school, now… you have turned into this magnificent woman that I love. And it would be my biggest regret if you didn’t know that.”

Fred confessed, his words so passionate that it caused tingles down your spine, and goosebumps across your arms.

“But you’re probably so drunk that you won’t remember this in the morning, and there’s probably some French arsehole named Pierre waiting for you-”

“There’s no one else.” You quickly blurted out, suddenly finding your voice.

Your body finally caught up to your mind, bursting with the urge for him to know this.

“It’s always been you, Fred Weasley.” You announced, your words slicing through the air like a diamond cutting through glass.

His eyes lit up and this, and he stared at you with the slightest bit of hope dancing across his features as he waited, holding his breath for you to possibly confirm the thing he had been dreaming about for years.

“And I certainly won’t forget this. No booze or potion - nothing could make me forget you saying the words I have always wanted to hear.”

You reached out and took a tight grip on the front of his shirt, pulling him toward you with force - you slammed your lips into his, finally doing the thing you had been dreaming of since you were a teenager. He let out a moan as you kissed him with as much intense passion as he had put into his words. Right as his tongue snaked toward your lips, you pulled back for a breath, and simply for good measure:

“I love you, Fred.” You breathed out.

“Oh, thank Merlin.”

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 3 years ago

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Put My Mind at Ease | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! We are returning to our regularly scheduled angst :)

If you like what you read, please reblog so others can find my stuff.🥰

Warnings: reader injury, blood, anxiety

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Bucky watched you exit the quinjet, his eyes following every step you took. He had a habit of watching you intensely- sometimes too intensely- when the adrenaline from a mission made him anxious. When the two of you took to the field together, he watched for you constantly and checked in on you often, reassuring himself that you’d make it home safe- and you always did. Minor injuries seemed to be unavoidable, but Bucky saw to it that you never needed a trauma team.

But this past mission grew sticky right as things were wrapping up, and Bucky was helpless to stop the final assailant that came for you. He watched the man explode from the shadows with an unmatched intensity and sharp movements that carved into your abdomen before you could even blink. His jagged hunting knife ripped into your skin, sending a red river rushing out of your tac suit. Bucky finally made it to your aide and helped you end the man’s life before carrying you to the jet- despite your protests.

He loved your tenacious spirit and the way you never backed down from a challenge, but sometimes wished you would lower your defenses. He knew you had a soft side that you only allowed him to see- and only behind closed doors- but your tough exterior in the field always made him worry.

Bucky could never seem to get you to admit when you were in pain or needed medical assistance, and it was his least favorite thing about you. He was your very best friend, the person you felt closest to and safest with- but if you were on a mission, the walls went up. Only in the privacy of your apartment or his bedroom at the compound would you tell him how sore you were or how scared you’d been.

Everyone on the team had welcomed you with open arms and made you feel like one of the gang, but you’d gravitated toward Bucky instantly. His cold exterior melted around you, and the two of you grew thick as thieves in no time. He trusted you with every dark secret from his past, and you returned the feeling ten-fold.

Spending time with him was as easy as breathing. He made you feel warm and safe and taken care of, even after a tumultuous mission. He’d always join you at your place post-mission for pizza and stupid movies, and the two of you fell asleep together every time. His warm, muscular body curled around yours protectively, his instinct to keep you safe never resting.

Falling for him was easy. It happened quickly, no matter how hard you tried to fight it. You feared that loving him would complicate things and maybe even push Bucky away, so you kept your feelings to yourself. Lowering his defenses to allow someone so close had been difficult for Bucky, and you knew that a dramatic confession of love would only put him under unnecessary stress. So you waited. You’d wait a lifetime for Bucky.

And as he watched you hop down from the edge of the jet with your heavy bag slung over your shoulder, he clocked the pained grimace that twisted your features into sharp lines.

“Hey- sweetheart!” he dropped the heavy bags of tactical gear he was supposed to return to the armory and leapt from the jet himself. “You okay?” Bucky eyed the bloody spot on your suit that concealed your bandaged injury before flicking his eyes up to your face. But the pained look was nowhere to be found. Once again, one of your walls obscured your perceived weakness.

“I’m good, Buck. Why?” Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, but couldn’t get you to break. The well-rehearsed façade that blanketed your face never betrayed you- not in public, anyway.

“Thought I saw… never mind. You heading for the medbay?” But you just shook your head. Bucky stared at you with disbelief, his mouth practically hanging open. “You’ve got a pretty gnarly wound there, doll- that knife was really big…” Bucky grabbed the bag from your shoulder before you could protest, “just go let them have a look. It’ll take two seconds.”

“Buck, I swear that I’m fine. I’m honestly just kinda sore. Him tackling me hurt more than the actual stab wound.” Bucky’s face grew aghast as you admitted- in public- to being in pain. “Can I have my bag, please? I just wanna go home and take a hot shower.”

Bucky’s instincts told him to drag you to the medbay kicking and screaming, but he trusted you and your judgement. After a long moment of contemplation, Bucky surrendered, “Fine. You can go home, but I’m carrying your bag to the car- that’s my final offer”. With a firm handshake, the two of you headed for the parking garage.

With your duffel resting in the trunk, Bucky opened your car door for you. “Pizza at my place when you’re done here?” you asked as you slid into the driver’s seat. A sharp pain sizzled up your side as you moved, but you kept your poker face intact.

“What kind of question is that?” Bucky joked, “of course pizza at your place, sweets. If I ever say no to that, there’s something wrong with me.” He shot you a wink and shut your door, but quickly signaled for you to roll down your window just as you started the car.

“Call me when you get home? Just so I know you’re alright.”

“Buck, it’s a fifteen minute drive-”

“I know, but just for my sake- to put my mind at ease. Please?”

With a dramatic eye roll and an exaggerated “I promiiiiiise”, you agreed to give him a call once in the safety of your apartment. Bucky knew that his protective instincts over you were probably a little too much, but he couldn’t help it. He felt bound to you, connected in some way that he’d never experienced before.

He knew deep down that the unfamiliar feeling that sparked in his chest every time he saw, or even thought about you, was love- but he never dared say it out loud. He’d rather eat pizza and fall asleep on your couch as ‘just friends’, never risking the connection he had with you. And he never wanted to complicate things or make you uncomfortable, so he kept his feelings to himself- no matter how difficult it was.

A hot prickling sensation danced across your skin and made you fidget in the driver’s seat. It was uncomfortable, but no worse than anything you’d experienced before. With a few deep breaths, you tried to put the feeling out of your mind- but it returned with a vengeance.

The pain continued to burn into your skin as you drove, almost distracting you from the road ahead. It stung and scalded along the length of your knife wound, and crept slowly across your abdomen until the entirety of your torso was set ablaze. Touching it only made the pain worse, each added pressure increasing the temperature of the incinerator under your skin.

Part of you was shocked that you hadn’t melted into a smoldering puddle over the course of your drive, and you were certain your car should’ve been full of smoke. The sizzling heat that engulfed your body never relented, only growing hotter and more mind-numbingly painful as the seconds passed.

By some miracle, you arrived safely to the parking garage of your apartment building. You gingerly removed your seatbelt, planning your careful movements to avoid contact with your scorching skin. The agony grew almost insufferable as you slowly exited your car and hobbled to the elevator, praying to the universe that the pain would soon fizzle out. If you could just make it to your apartment, you could hop into a frigid shower and hopefully quell some of the apocalyptic pain that threatened to turn your insides to kindling.

With weak, shaky hands, you thrust your key into the front door of your apartment and pushed it open. Desperate to alleviate the pain in any way possible, you decided to strip as soon as you made it through the door. Your tight tac suit hugged your form, sending sharp, searing claws into your flesh. But removing it seemed impossible. Every movement exacerbated the heinous pain, and shimmying out of the skin tight material was certain to make you scream.

Formulating a plan of action grew difficult as your body roasted from the inside out, but you vowed to figure out a solution on your own- until a sudden cloud of dizziness threw you into a fog. Your mind melted and your movements grew clumsy as you felt a sense of alarm finally settle in. Desperately, you scrounged for your phone, but found your pockets empty- your phone was in your bag. And your bag was in your car. Great.

Darkness overtook your vision completely as your knees buckled, and you sunk to the floor with a harsh thud. The encroaching darkness may have been scary, but it awarded you a welcome respite from the agonizing pain. And as your consciousness slipped away, the only thing on your mind was Bucky- and your broken promise to him.

Bucky checked his phone every few moments, anxious to hear from you. He remained in the armory, having been assigned restock duty- again. It was no secret that Rhodes disliked him, but forcing him to clean and restock every weapon used for every mission was a bit much.

“Hey- you good over there?” Maria nudged Bucky’s arm with the butt of a gun, “you’re moving kinda slow”. Bucky looked up at her and then down at his hands, realizing he hadn’t even managed to finish cleaning one gun.

“I’m fine. Just waiting to hear from-”

“From your girlfriend?”

“She’s not my girlfriend…”

“Close enough”, Maria reshelved another weapon and took a break, crossing her arms over her chest. “What’s the deal? You seem anxious- more so than usual”.

Bucky set down the gun he’d been neglecting and raked a hand threw his hair, letting a deep sigh push past his lips. “She told me she’d call me when she got home- just so I know she’s alright. But I haven’t heard from her”. Bucky checked the time once again, “it’s only a fifteen minute drive, but she’s been gone for almost half an hour”. He knew he sounded dramatic, but couldn’t shake the deep, gut feeling that something was wrong.

“Okay, so, text her. Maybe she forgot- or maybe she hit traffic”, Maria shrugged and got back to work, but kept an eye on Bucky. She watched his fingers fly across his keyboard as he sent you a quick text, and noted the way he stared at his screen, awaiting your reply. Nothing brought him more ease- or more anxiety- than you. A few more minutes passed without correspondence from you, and Bucky felt himself losing it.

“I can’t- I need to go check on her,” he shoved his phone into his pocket and ran for the door, “something’s not right”.

Bucky couldn’t recall a time when he’d ever prayed for traffic. But if he started on the route to your place and saw roadwork turning the highway into a one-lane nightmare, he would’ve felt a sense of relief- of course you hadn’t called, you weren’t even home yet. But the lack of other cars or traffic of any kind only added to his anxiety. He kept an eye on the time, his desperation to reach you only growing as the seconds passed. He hoped you’d just forgotten your promise to call, and that you were simply lounging on the couch in your favorite sweats- but the feeling of dread in his gut told him otherwise.

He screeched into your parking garage and ran for the elevator, hopping inside the second the doors parted. A quiet cracking sound filled the small space as Bucky pressed the button for your floor with just a bit too much intensity, but he couldn’t seem to care.

The light of the now-damaged button for the eleventh floor flickered sporadically as Bucky fidgeted. His eyes roamed the ceiling and then the walls, finally falling to the floor when something caught his eye. A dark puddle glistened under the harsh fluorescent light, the sickly red hue turning Bucky’s stomach.

The elevator doors parted on your floor, revealing more dark red droplets and puddles down the long hallway. Bucky flew toward your door and arrived in record time, only to find it ajar. His breath remained locked in his chest as he pushed the door open further, revealing your limp body. A dark, almost black ooze leaked from your abdomen and dripped out of your mouth as you laid still and silent.

Bucky rushed to your side and felt for a pulse, breathing a quiet sigh of relief when he felt the weak beating of your heart beneath his fingers.

He ripped his phone from his pocket and placed an urgent call to Rhodes, demanding a med evac at your place as soon as possible. With the promise that a jet would pick you up in four minutes, Bucky rushed to find a way to stop the bleeding.

“It’s okay- you’re okay”, Bucky held pressure to your wound, desperate to help you in any way possible, “I got you, doll. We’re gonna get you taken care of”. Emotion threatened to overcome him time and time again, but he forced it behind a wall. Falling apart wasn’t going to do you any good. And once you were safe and well, Bucky would let himself breakdown in the privacy of his own room.

“You gotta pull through this, okay?” Bucky felt another wave of emotion coming on, making his voice shake, “I can’t lose you”. He increased the pressure on your wound and watched the black ooze seep through the spaces between his fingers. Shallow, erratic breaths rattled your chest, struggling to keep you alive.

Over and over again, Bucky admonished himself. If he’d just made you stay at the compound a little longer, if he’d forced you to go to the med bay- you wouldn’t be in this situation. And if you didn’t pull through, it would be all his fault.

The thundering of boots in the hallway eased Bucky’s worry the tiniest fraction. A med team flooded though the door and swarmed around your limp body, banishing Bucky to the sidelines. They hurriedly checked your vitals and set up IVs, all the while strapping you to a gurney for transport. He didn’t like the puzzled looks and concerned whispers coming from the med team as they cut through your suit, examining your seemingly necrotic wound and the thick black ooze that seeped from it.

And when they finally headed for the jet, Bucky’s heart lurched. He didn’t want to leave your side, whether for your comfort or his- he needed to stay with you and hold your hand, just in case. But the team of doctors and nurses waiting for you at the medbay disagreed. They enlisted the help of Rhodes and Sam to restrain Bucky as they wheeled you away- something he’d never forgive them for if you didn’t make it.

Bucky’s nervous energy prevented him from sitting or even standing still. He paced the length of the waiting area like a mad man, trailing the same path over and over again as he imagined the worst-case scenario. Only when he thought he’d collapse did he finally allow himself to slump into the chair next to a sleeping Sam.

“She’s gonna be fine,” Rhodes whispered, “you know how strong she is”. But not even Rhodes believed his own words. He’d never seen anything resembling the strange, tar-like substance that wept from your wound.

A few more agonizing hours dragged by, but Bucky never slept. He forced himself to stay awake despite the exhaustion that weighed him down- not wanting to miss any updates on your condition. He hated not being able to talk to you. You were the first person he wanted to go to with news- good or bad. And if you were sitting there next to him, you’d know exactly what to say. He never knew how you had such a knack for finding the perfect words, but it was one of the things he loved most about you.

Bucky found himself lost in thought as he stared down as the dried, black gunk that stained his nails. Like Rhodes said, you were strong, but he wasn’t sure if you’d make it out of this one alive.

A clearly exhausted doctor got Bucky’s attention and pulled him aside, delivering the verdict on your condition. “Okay, it was touch and go there for a while, but she’ll be fine.” The tears Bucky had sealed behind a dam finally broke free, streaming freely down his cheeks. “The knife was coated with poison- a genetically engineered poison- that took a while for us to nail down. It was Dr. Banner who figured it out, actually. He was able to reverse engineer it and make an antidote”.

“So she’s okay?”

“She’s going to be okay- it really ravaged her body. She’s going to be pretty weak and needs a lot of rest to recover, but she’ll get there. You can see her if you want.”

That was all Bucky needed to hear.

He rushed down the hall in search of you, desperate to be by your side as soon as super-humanly possible. His thundering footsteps reached a halt outside your door, and he turned the knob gently, fearing that he’d wake you. Fresh tears sprung forward as he laid eyes on your weak form.

You looked nothing like the strong, confident version of yourself he’d seen just a few hours earlier. Your skin seemed dull, giving you a pallid, sickly appearance. Remainders of the mysterious black ooze still smeared your skin and stained your nails, much like Bucky’s. You laid there unmoving, save for the shaking of your hands.

He pulled up a chair next to your bed and settled in, carefully taking one of your hands in his. He didn’t want to disturb the many tubes that fed into your arm and the back of your hand, but he had to touch you. He needed to know that you were, in fact, okay. Your familiar hand seemed colder than usual and trembled just slightly, pushing Bucky to double his efforts. He enveloped your hand with his completely, warming you as much as he could.

For the first time in what felt like days, Bucky exhaled.

A blood bag hung from your IV pole, replacing what you’d lost. The heart rate monitor beeped steadily. A nasal cannula delivered oxygen to your exhausted lungs. You were on the mend. Seeing you laid up in such rough shape made his chest ache, but Bucky would rather visit you in the medbay than the morgue.

He sat there next to you for a few hours, his eyes flicking from your face to your heart monitor every few minutes. The nurses and doctors who came by to check on you offered him blankets and told him that the couch across the room pulled out into a bed, but Bucky wasn’t moving. He was prepared to sit by your side for as long as it took- he just needed to hear your voice.

The uptick in the beeping of your heart monitor sent Bucky into a panic, almost forcing him to call for a doctor- and then he felt you give his hand a weak squeeze.

“Bucky…”

“Sweetheart, hey-” Bucky felt himself getting choked up, but didn’t bother fighting it, “You scared me.”

That was all it took to make you melt. Bucky’s tear stained cheeks and tired eyes told you everything you needed to know- the man was worried, worried about you.

“C’mere…”

With an almost pathetic tug, you invited Bucky to join you in your bed. He wasn’t sure how he’d fit his hulking form into such a small space, but he was damn sure going to try.

He climbed carefully in next to you, making certain that he didn’t do anything to disrupt the many IVs that worked so hard to heal you. Bucky curved his body around yours like he always did, wrapping you in his warm, protective embrace. After such a traumatic experience, he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight for at least a few days- and would certainly never let you head home after a mission without a visit to the med bay.

“How long… how long you been sitting there?” you breathed, still exhausted from your brush with death.

Bucky wasn’t sure how to answer. All sense of time seemed to drift away as he waited for you to wake up- it could’ve been six hours, could’ve been 20. “Um- I’m not… a couple hours, I think.” He watched your eyes drift closed once again and pressed his body closer to yours, “go back to sleep. You need a lot of rest, okay?” Normally, you would’ve argued, but you didn’t have the energy.

“Only if you sleep too, Barnes. That’s my final offer.”

Bucky pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and agreed to get some rest, allowing the steady beeping of your heart monitor to help him drift off to sleep.

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moonlight-escapade · 3 years ago

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Confessions - Professor Hiddleston Fic (One Shot)

Hey everyone! This is a one shot because I saw an amazing Professor Hiddleston fic on tiktok by @plushkittn and had to make something. I hope you enjoy a bit of something different from our regularly scheduled fic hehe.

Synopsis: (Y/N) bombed her presentation. Her stupid ass boyfriend has been destroying her sense of self-worth and catapulting her into spells of major anxiety. Her favorite Professor runs into her as she’s trying to compose herself, and confessions are made by both.

TW: Fluff!, anxiety, stupid boyfriends, Professor/Student relationship. A gentle, calming fic.

What the hell just happened?

You held back your tears as hard as you could before excusing yourself at the end of your presentation and rushing out the door.

What the hell was that!

You were so good at giving presentations! You were totally prepared too. You’d made your slideshow perfect, even used memes to insert some humor into the project that you knew your classmates would enjoy.

So why did you literally have a panic attack the second it started?

It was his fault. Your stupid whatever he was… boyfriend? It seemed a joke to call him that now. He only seemed to want you when it was convenient for him. And yet here you were, gladly running at his every beck and call because of what? Some stupid desire to be wanted?

You walk down the corridor to the lobby, hurriedly crossing to the girls restroom when you suddenly bumped into someone.

“Oh.. sorry—“ your breath hitches. When you look up, you’re met with the comforting blue eyes of your favorite professor.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” He asks, placing a hand on your upper arm in support. You nod and smile, “Um, no… not really but it’ll be okay,” you assure him, moving to walk to the restroom.

God dammit as if you weren’t already embarrassed enough.

But he places another hand around your arm and moves in front of you. His expression is full with worry and something you couldn’t quite decipher… maybe just your imagination… your mind was feeling pretty scrambled.

“Are you sure?” He asks again. His voice is warm and comforting… and something about it strikes you just the right way. Suddenly you can’t hold back the ragged sob you’d been holding down from the moment you faced the class to present.

You feel the dam of your heart break and look up at him, shaking your head. “I am so alone,” you admit over tears. His gaze on you is so direct and full with worry that you suddenly feel yourself blush. You quickly cover your face with your hands, hiding behind your hair as much as you can.

“Hey, it’s okay, come now,” you feel yourself being pressed into Professor Hiddleston’s side, and allow him to lead you forward.

“I’m here for you, (Y/N),” he assures you. You follow him over towards the elevators, trying to hold back sobs yet failing miserably.

“It’s okay, (Y/N), you can let it out,” he says, rubbing your shoulder assuringly. Hearing him say that is almost enough to totally let go, but you refuse to let yourself completely break down in front of him.

As the elevator doors close, you hear him sigh. You take a peek up at him and notice his jaw tensing… he looks enraptured in thought. You can hardly think about how you must be disrupting his day… right now things are just too fragile in the world around you and… you needed him.

The elevator doors open and you allow Professor Hiddleston to lead you toward his office. The familiar scent of him envelops you as you cross the threshold into his room. Something about the warm brown tones of wood and leather make the world feel safer. He leads you towards a very comfortable couch, where a window overlooks the school grounds against raindrops that trickle down the glass.

“Would you like some tea?” He asks after helping you sit down. “Oh, no thank you,” you say. His eyes are so blue in the gloomy light, you find yourself holding onto his gaze longer than you should. You hear him chuckle softly, “I’ll make some anyway… you must never underestimate the soothing power of chamomile and ginger,” he says standing.

You watch him stand then turn your gaze to stare out the window, happy to be transported to this little nook of warmth for the moment. “Would you like to talk about what happened?” he asks as he turns his electric kettle on. He walks back over to you, taking a seat beside you on the couch. He offers you a blanket which you gladly accept. You curl your legs underneath yourself and try to fix your hair before turning to speak to him again.

“I… I started panicking as I was giving my presentation. I’ve never felt panic in a situation like that before.” You admit to him. He stays silent, allowing you to continue.

“I just feel like... I’ve been put on hold…” you say, fiddling with a loose thread in the blanket over you.

“How do you mean?” He asks, offering you the time you need to find the words.

“My… well, I don’t know what to call him…”

“Your boyfriend,” he says with distaste. You look up at him and see his jaw tense again.

“I’m not even sure that’s what he is…” you say to him. He looks back at you, his gaze pointed and direct. “He’s an ass,” he says.

You search his eyes, half wanting to hear more, half afraid to hear it.

“(Y/N), you make witchcraft with your words,” he says. “The unspoken world you are able to put down on paper is… it’s breathtaking.”

You feel yourself blush and pull your legs closer to you. “Th… thank you,” you mumble, keeping your gaze down.

“I’ve seen you with him,” he says. Your eyes flicker up to his face in surprise, but he continues, staring out the window. “There was a day I saw you two walking… I knew you wanted to hold his hand,” he says, raising his own hand to adjust his glasses, “the way he disregarded you maddened me.”

You feel your heart quickening, you had no idea what to say. Maddened him?

It was true that there was always a certain chemistry between you and Professor Hiddleston. You tried to downplay it when you felt it… thinking it was merely a chemistry between writers. He was your Professor after all. He saw the most intimate thoughts you had… but a part of you may have taken advantage of that. There wasn’t anyone else for you to talk to. You found it hard to make friends… and your boyfriend and his friends weren’t exactly confidants to you. Your mom and dad didn’t really talk to you much… they weren’t happy with your change of major. You’d been accepted to the university for a business degree, but after taking a course in creative writing with Professor Hiddleston… you felt a spark that you could not ignore. You’d found your passion… and someone who saw it in you.

The situation you were in now didn’t necessarily feel awkward… as you’d formed a relationship with Professor Hiddleston since your first year. He was someone you felt safe with. He was really the only thing you had in the sense of an anchor in this world. And maybe… maybe throughout all these years… all the papers and stories you wrote were sort of… for him.

You remembered back on an assignment in which you had to re-write a fairytale based on your life experiences. You’d decided to write yours on Snow White. Instead of seven dwarves, seven friends used you as their emotional sponge. Instead of a wicked witch, a warlock brought an enchanted apple that promised to grant Snow White what she wanted most; to be seen. There was a note on the day he returned our papers. You still have it taped on my dorm mirror.

“Who do you want to be, (Y/N)?”

You look up, brought back from your thoughts into the room again.

“Have you found an answer yet?” he asks.

You smile, shaking your head. “I think I’m even farther from finding it than I was two years ago.”

The kettle clicks and the water boils rapidly. He stands, moving to prepare two cups of tea before sitting back down.

“Allow me?” he asks, prepared to add sugar to your cup. You nod, thanking him with a smile.

“I think you’re running from your truth, (Y/N),” he says outright. You stare at him, watching him prepare your tea with calm and ease.

“How?” you ask him. He hands you a cup, warning you it’s hot.

“By trying to be the very thing you aren’t in your writing: simple,” he says.

“I... I’ve never thought I was a very complicated person...” you say, unsure how to respond to his comment. You’d always considered yourself a simple person... hell, you’d settled for nearly everything in your life aside from your change of degree. Complicated was never a word you’d heard used to describe you.

“No, you’re not complicated, you’re complex.” He places his tea down and turns his body towards you. “That’s what I see.”

“What do you see?” you ask.

His hand reaches up, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You hold your breath, feeling dry tears tighten at your cheeks as you stare up at him. He leans forward, and suddenly the world is spinning around you. Your head is bobbing on a spring and your heart is pounding out of your chest.

“I see you, (Y/N),” he whispers, his eyes on yours, then your lips. Without a thought, you lean in to kiss him, feeling so much… feeling everything. It was the first kiss, the first real kiss... for someone you truly wanted to kiss. And the difference was everything. You let him pull you closer, and allowed yourself to crawl into his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist and you couldn’t help the surprised tears that fell from your eyes as you pulled away to look at him.

“Is this alright?” He asks. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him close. “Yes, yes it is.”

His scent, mint and wool, is so comforting. So warm. You cuddle into his chest, letting him run his fingers through your hair. The sound of the rain pattering against the window and his slowing heavy breaths is all there is.

“What if I told you this is what I wanted to be…” you tell him softly. Immediately your heart flips… too late to take it back now. He reaches his fingers underneath your chin, tilting your gaze up to his.

“And what would that be?” He speaks in that deep elegant voice of his. You are all too aware of his hands everywhere now… his hand around your waist, the one underneath your chin. How many times had you dreamt of this moment? If you could lean into him forever you would.

With a breath, you say what you’ve wanted to say for the past year. “Yours.”

He leans down to kiss you. It’s soft and slow… and there are a dozen stars behind your eyelids as you become hyper aware of everything about him touching every inch of you.

He pulls away to press his forehead against yours, “then I would say you wouldn’t need an apple to make that wish come true.”

You take his hand in yours, fiddling with his fingers, tracing his nails and knuckles with the tip of your thumb.

“(Y/N), if you knew how deeply I’ve fallen for you in the past few years you’ve been in my class… I never imagined in my first year as a Professor I would meet someone like you. Someone I’ve been searching for my whole life.”

You look up at him, tears filling your eyes. “Don’t cry now, darling,” he says, brushing a finger underneath your eye.

“They’re happy tears,” you say with a soft smile. “My wish came true.”

He smiles and places a hand on your cheek, leaning in close, his lips inches away from yours.

“Then allow me give the Princess her true loves kiss.”

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine #imagine tom hiddleston #professor hiddleston #one shot

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nxrthmizu · 3 years ago

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happy birthday — tsukishima kei

pairing | tsukishima kei x reader

genre | fluff

w.c | 1.6k

↪ part two of this

second chance // an opportunity to try something again after failing one time

tsukishima kei wasn't expecting anyone. sure, it was his birthday, but he did have work the next day, and wasn't very keen on drinking himself senseless into the witching hour.

since yamaguchi, his mother, and akiteru had taken it upon themselves to inform half of japan of his birthdate, kei had just spent the past four hours repeating 'thank you' to people ranging from his junior high schoolmates and strangers he had never met. he was certain that 99% of the players involved with the japan volleyball league had shown up, much to the amazement of his museum colleagues.

the bell rings for the third time, and kei is suddenly hyperaware of how annoying the sound is. he had just sat down, for goodness's sake— was it too much to ask for one minute of rest?

with his socializing energy at an all-time-low, kei nearly tears the door off his hinges, greeting his unwelcome visitor with a fierce snarl. "what do you want—" the words clamp down on his throat, breaking his airflow for a whole five seconds as he stares, utterly floored. "... y/n?"

"...hey?" you look sheepish, holding a small, one-cake-slice-sized box in your hand. he's known you long enough to know that you did your makeup on the fly— the tremble of your eyeliner is a sure giveaway. "... uh... is this a bad time? cause i can come back later—"

"no!" he blurts, hands slamming onto the door frame. he hadn't caught a glimpse of you in six months, ever since that fateful night when you walked out through the same door you were now standing in front of. there wasn't a single night in those six, grueling months that he didn't think about you, or the warm feeling of having you contained within his arms. sure, there were nights when you two fought, heading to bed with your backs faced to each other— but when morning came, you would somehow be in his arms, and somehow kei just knew that things would blow over.

except maybe they didn't.

left with too much time to think, he analyzed every little argument the two of you ever had, critically examining every word he uttered. perhaps the break was needed— the two of you needed to take a step backwards, re-assessing what you two wanted for each other, what you two wanted together. what you said that night hadn't be wrong— there were just too many issues being swept under the rug, too many things you weren't communicating about, too many problems he elected to ignore, in hopes that they would just 'blow over'.

"i mean," he clears his throat, lifting his hand off the doorframe, groaning at the paint scratch he caused. "would... would you like to come in?"

mentally, he smacks his forehead. you don't need permission to enter! in his mind, kei still considers the apartment your home, too. even if you haven't stepped foot within its grounds for half a year.

"if that's okay?" you smile softly, holding up your cake box. "you've probably had some already, but i bought your favorite. if you're full, you could have it tomorrow morning, before work?"

"no, no, i'm not that full." kei instantly assures, even though he's already brushed his teeth. on normal circumstances, he would leave it for the next morning, but what was brushing his teeth one more time if he got to talk to you for the first time in over a hundred-eighty days?

you narrow your eyes at him playfully. "don't lie to me, tsukishima kei. i can smell your toothpaste. i'll leave it in the fridge."

a fond smirk dances over his lips as you brush past him into your apartment, leaving your shoes where you always do on the shoe rack. the sound of your sock-clad feet padding past the living room brings a truckload of tension that kei didn't know he had off his shoulders, and all of a sudden, the house feels a thousand times cozier, even if nothing materialistic has changed.

he watches you from the sofa as you bustle around the kitchen, and he knows by the number of beeps on the electric stove that you're boiling water for tea— green, probably. the ration of tea packets are restocked regularly, because when you moved in, you brought your tea addiction with you, too. kei's been lured into drinking it on a daily basis, right after dinner, as a way of calming himself down after a day of work and practice. typically, tea would be accompanied with you, snuggled up against his side as he complained about the kids he met at work that day (you both knew that he had a secret fondness for them, but shhh).

"i hope you don't mind. i made tea." you say, bringing the glass teapot you were adamant on buying a year ago. it was one of the best purchases kei ever made in the apartment, because he was reminded of the worth every single time the two of you did your regular tea routine.

"of course i don't mind." he replies instantly, picking up his mug (the green one with tiny dinos on the edge). "this is still your home, too. you don't have to ask to do anything."

he pretends not to see the flash of surprise across your features.

"right." you murmur, pressing your mug onto your lips, blowing gently on the surface.

the two of you sit in silence for a while, sipping on your tea as the clock ticks onto eleven o' clock. suppressing the urge to ask you to stay, kei taps the surface of his porcelain cup rhythmically, forgetting that you know all his tells, front to back.

"is there something on your mind?" you ask gently, setting your mug down. he grimaces.

"ah... it's nothing." kei brushes off, not wanting to come onto you too quickly. for all he knew, you were just here to deliver the cake, not to reignite whatever was left of the relation he let simmer for too long...

"... right." the tone of your voice spells i-know-you're-lying-to-me,-but-i'll-let-it-go-for-now.

the silence continues, like a set prolonged. it's starting to get on kei's nerves when you (thankfully) speak again.

"happy birthday."

"thank you." even though he's said those words a thousand times that night, it sounds a comparatively much less robotic than it had for the previous thousand times. perhaps it was thousand-first time's the charm. "i mean it. thank you for coming over."

you wave it off. "i couldn't have not come. tadashi sent me an invite, but my boss needed me to work late and i didn't manage to make it."

ah, so that was why his best friend routinely glanced at the entrance nervously throughout the night. that explained a lot.

"i don't mind." kei takes a sip of his green tea, enjoying the warmth that courses through his chest. it isn't warmer than the warmth you give him, though. "i like it like this. ... just the two of us, i mean."

you contemplate him for a moment. "i like it like this, too." you confess quietly, as if whispering a childhood secret to him behind the karasuno gym.

he couldn't bear it any longer. he's always been patient, yes, but he's seen the looks his mother and brother threw him through the night, because they both knew that the one person that really mattered wasn't there. he was pretty sure his mother was just about to introduce him to some random girl before he excused himself for the night.

"will you stay?" he blurts, feeling very un-tsukishima-kei-like. it isn't like him at all, to be brash, and bold, but how can he? for the past four hours, he's talked to countless people— heck, half of them were volleyball celebrities— but not the one he wanted to talk to.

"do you want me to?" you ask softly, shyly, and kei knows that you're thinking if he wants you back— which is stupid, honestly. he knows that you're always thinking that you're lucky to have him, when it should be the other way around. kei doesn't think there's anyone else willing to put up with his dry humor, his hectic schedule, and his dinosaur memorabilia. if anything, he should be the one thanking the gods for letting him have you.

"don't be stupid." he snaps, cringing internally at how his tone came off. "of course i want you to stay, you're the best thing that happened to me. i won't force you, but—"

"i left some clothes here, right?" you cut him off with a hum, and when kei looks into your eyes, he just knows.

there's still a long, long, long way for the two of you to go. there's still plenty of things he needs to learn. there's a pile of issues in the store room that needed to be tended to.

for every million arguments there are a billion conversations where you two need to sit down and work out the knots. for every insecurity, for every misunderstanding, for every conflict, there is a needed effort to clean up the mess properly instead of just sweeping it under the floorboards. but for every tangle there lies between the two of you, there is a universe of room to grow, and change.

kei knows he's willing to make an effort, for you. kei knows that he's willing to do anything to make sure you don't walk out that door without looking back again. kei knows he's willing to do every single thing he can do (and can't) to make it work.

he knows.

he looks into your eyes, and he smiles.

everything is going to be alright.

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celestialevie · 3 years ago

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Protect my heart // Bodyguard! Sirius Black x f! reader

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

GENRE: Fluff, Smut and Angst (only a little of angst), the holy trinity of fanfictions.

WARNINGS: SMUT, Unprotected sex (marked with ** both beginning and end), cursing, mentions of weapons, active shooting (only mentioned two times, more than welcome to skip that part if it's triggering, I'll put this ~~ marking the beginning and end)

SUMMARY: After having a traumatising event happen at the mall, she finally confesses her inappropriate feelings for her bodyguard to him, and decides to give into her deepest, darkest desiers.

A/N: Credits for the banner to the amazing artist: @maysdigitalarts !!

TAGS: @speedysimp

Sirus has been hired to be your bodyguard for awhile now. It all started when your old bodyguard decided to retire to spend time with his family. For around two weeks you've had two bodyguards your old one who was ''teaching'' Sirius, your new guard everything he needed around your schedule, your routine etc. Quickly you've realised he was not the one for small talk and jokes, just silence and stern face. You would regularly try to break him by cracking most awful dad jokes or even the most stupid jokes, but nothing but small eye rolls. It's been months now and from time to time (more like once a month). Living outside the castle, trying to have somewhat normal life was tough but worth it. Having an older sibling meant you were less likely to become a queen one day, but that was more than fine with you. The stress of trying to rule a country is something you don't need in your life. Currently, you were trying to convince Sirius to go with you to the mall, wanting to get yourself a new outfit for your best friend's upcoming birthday. '' Princess, we're living in 21st century where you can order clothes online with just a few clicks. There is no need for us to go to the mall where your safety can get compromised just for one outfit. You have a computer, use it. '' He didn't even look at you, continuing to stare at the TV where some random football game was on. '' C'mon Black, '' oh yeah you forgot to mention, he only called you by your title whilst you only called him by his last name. '' It's this one time then we don't have to go ever again. I tried looking online but couldn't find anything appropriate. Unless people want to see princess in the most skimpy dresses, taking attention away from the birthday girl. '' you pouted, giving him your best puppy eyes. '' Absolutely not. End of discussion.'' you huffed, going back to your room.

An hour later you were inside of a mall after Sirius caved in, making you promise him to never leave his sight for not even a minute. With gun hidden from the public eye, you two were walking around the mall, trying to find the perfect outfit. You tried on couple of things in a few different stores, but it wasn't anything worth. ~~ But then things started to go downhill...trying on a new outift you found in this store, suddenly a gunshot was heard. Then the screams and running started, everyone was panicking. '' You need to stay in here and do not move until I come get you, okay? I'm calling the police if it wasn't called already to let them know there's an active shooter on this location and try to lessen the damage. Understand? '' Sirius called out, you quickly nodded before you realised he couldn't see you. '' Yeah I'll be here. '' You crouched down, covering your head like you've been taught by both Sirius and your previous bodyguard. A few minutes of nothing but screams and hurried steps were heard, making you think the situation was being handled...until another gunshot was heard. Every little feeling you had about Sirius, that was both platonic and romantic, that you've been desperately trying to supress deeply inside you, knowing those feelings were not appropriate to feel towards the person you were supposed to be protected by, has come back, making you rush out of the changing room and out of the shop, trying to find Sirius. He was the only thought on your mind. Thankfully the police finally came, arresting the shooter thanks to both Sirius and the mall bodyguard/cop that had managed to unarm him and keep him in one place until police came. As soon as the shooter was out of sight you ran to Sirius was. '' Are you insane?! You could've been killed by that idiot! '' he screamed as he saw you '' Am I insane?! Are you insane, involving yourself with the active shooter not knowing what was happening! And look what happened, you got shot in your shoulder, because of that! '' tears of frustration piled in your eyes, making Sirius soften a bit. ~~ Opening the arm that wasn't shot, inviting you in a hug. You took the opportunity with no hesitation and hugged him, tightly, making him wince slightly as the pain shudder through his hurt arm. '' I'm sorry for scaring you, princess. But I had to stop him or he could've gotten to you and hurt you. I honestly had no idea you even cared that much about me getting hurt. '' he slightly chuckled. Pulling back slightly, you take a look at him. '' You really thought I didn't care about you? Of course I care! In fact I think I care even too much. You know what, let's forget about this. You should go get that wound cleaned by the ambulance. '' you pulled away completely from him, deciding to go see if other people maybe need help, whilst Sirius still stood there, in confusion and shock, but decided it was best if he were to check out the wound. An hour has passed and now you were finally back home. You felt immense gulit about him getting hurt, knowing he tried to convice you not to go to the mall, but you just had to go. Neither of you have spoken since before he got checked out by the doctors. Both of you sitting on the couch with space enough for one bigger person to fit between the two of you, watching the tv in silence. Sirius decided he had enough of silence. You were usually always bothering him, asking him random questions or cracking up dad jokes you thought were absolutely hilarious (they weren't btw). '' Okay princess I've had enough of this stupid silence. I need to know what you meant by saying ' you care too much ' '' he broke the silence. '' It was nothing, drop it and forget about it Black. '' you didn't even take a look at him. Groaning in frustration, Sirius got up and went into the kitchen, making himself a drink. He tries to almost never drink whilst on duty but sometimes you were just too frustraiting that he had to take one drink. '' I care about you more than I ever should. More than a princess should care about someone who doesn't care about her the same way

she does about him. '' he almost spit out the drink. Putting down his drink, he came back to the living room. '' Explain. '' he simply said in his sharp usual tone. '' There's nothing to explain, when everything I said was enough. '' you shrugged your shoulders. Taking you by your chin, he made you look him directly in his eyes. '' Do not make me repeat myself more than once. Explain. '' rolling your eyes, you caved in. '' I have inappropriate feelings for you. Ones that I tried pushing back deep inside of me, never wanting them to see the light of the day. My family doesn't need a scandal about their daughter falling for her bodyguard. '' Sirius kept his grip on your chin. '' Fuck, princess...who said it would be a scandal? Have you seen the UK royals? You being with me would be the a small fish in the ocean compared to them. I've been having all these feelings for you, feeling like an asshole for falling for one person I'm not supposed to fall for, but I did. '' he moved his hand that was gripping your chin to craddle your one side of the face, gently swiping his thumb over your cheek bone. '' Stop thinking about other people and trying to please them for once and think only about you. What you want and need. Do you need me princess? '' you let out a satisfied sigh. '' More than I'm willing to admit. But you got hurt because of me today. You shouldn't be around me...'' he swiped his thumb over your lower lip, distracting you slightly from your overbearing thoughts. '' I am fine, princess, it's my duty to protect you. I'd rather me getting hurt than you any day. '' staring into your eyes he started to lean in, his focus on your lips. '' If you don't want me to kiss you, I need you to stop me now, princess. Other wise not even God himself couldn't pull me away from you once I get a taste of you. '' he whispered those words, his lips basically already kissing yours. '' Who am I to stop you? '' closing the distance between you two, kissing him gently. Without breaking the kiss, he sat down next to you, pulling you into his lap and wrapped his arm around you waist, deepening the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning into the kiss at the feeling of finally giving into your desires. '' You taste like pure heaven princess. I don't know how I lived until now without tasting your lips. ''

**Gently you started grinding over his very prominent bulge of his jeans, rubbing your clit just right. He moaned, gripping your waist even more tightly, helping you grind over him even more. His free hand sneaked into your shirt, making it's way towards the band of your bra, unclipping it in a matter of seconds, making you gasps into his mouth out of surprise. '' Please...'' you started moving your hips harder. '' Fuck me, stretch me out like you know you want to. I need you inside of me. '' moving your hands back from his neck, quickly you took of your shirt and bra, leaning in closer into his chest. Your panties were soaked from the minute he kissed you and the skirt you were wearing didn't help hiding it. '' Is my princess feeling needy, hm? Don't worry princess, your bodyguard will take care of you. '' letting out a moan at his words, you took his hand into your and slipped into your panties. '' Touch me. '' and without any protest he spread your slick over your clit, rubbing it as you grinded on his hand. Smirking at the way your eyes were closing at instict and your lips fell open. He rubbed your clit faster, before slipping one finger inside of you, immediately touching the right spot, as the loudest moan yet leaves your mouth, screaming his name. '' That's right, let everyone know who's making you feel good, princess. Scream my name, let them know it's your bodyguard you're fucking. So scandalous. '' he teased you as he added another finger, the sound of your wet pussy along with your moans and screams were ringing around the apartment. You felt so dirty but it never felt this good. '' Fuck yourself on my fingers princess, cum and I'll give you my cock to drench it again with your cock before I fill you with my cum. '' he whispered in your ear as you started bouncing up and down on his fingers, repeatedly hitting that spot. '' Cum, princess. Now. '' And just a second later, your body listened to him, cumming all over his fingers as you burried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling your screams. '' Good girl. '' he purred against your ear. Giving you a moment to ride off your orgasm, taking out his fingers out of you, he licked off your cum off of his fingers, moaning at the taste. '' Even your pussy tastes like heaven, princess. '' Lifting your head from his shoulder you pulled him into another heated kiss. '' I need your cock inside of me, please. ''

Your eyes were filled with lust. Growling he raised your hips, pulling your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. Craddling his head closer to your breast, you unzipped his jeans, lowering them along with his boxers, finally freeing his cock. It was red and angry, leaking precum. You really wanted it in your mouth, but you were way too impatient as you moved your panties to the side, lining him up with your entrance. '' Slowly, princess, you don't want to hurt your princess parts. '' Sirius teased as he pressed kisses onto your neck and rubbed your back. Humming in acknowledgement, you slowly start to sink down onto him, like he advised you. Despite him already stretching you out with his finger right before this, the familliar burn was still there and you welcomed it more than ever. As you made it a bit more than halfway down, you got impatient, sinking down all at once at the rest of him. '' Why did you do that princess, fuck '' he moaned, as you gently started to move, feeling full of him. '' Couldn't wait more to finally be full of you. '' you purred against his lips, making him groan and help you move. Not being able to resist your boobs whilst them being right in front of his face, he gripped them, pulling at your nipples, watching them in fascination as they immediately hardened again. After minutes of gently moving, you decided to make things more interesting. '' Spread your legs wider, please. '' you whispered in his ears. Wanting to know what you're up to, he does what you asked of him.

'' Good girl on using your manners. '' he praised you. Leaning back, you moved your hands slightly behind you on his thighs before you raised your hips and started bouncing on his cock like that. His mouth was practically watering at the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock greedily. He quickly moved his free hand and started rubbing your clit, as you bounced even harder. '' Such a good girl, using my cock to get yourself off. Such a tight little pussy, made just for my cock. '' Pulling you back to his chest, he tightened his arm around you before he started fucking into you, making you cry out in pleasure, one hand in his hair gently pulling it. Slapping your ass, he kept fucking into you hard and fast. '' Oh, I'm gonna cum. Fuck I'm so close. '' Sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, using his free arm he started quickly rubbing your clit, silent scream leaving your mouth. At this point, you were so fucked out, you had no words left in your throat. Your nails were digging into his other shoulder that wasn't hurt. '' Cum, princess. Flood my cock with your cum. '' and once again, your body listened to him, orgasm flooding over you, making your vision turn white and pass out for a minute. Sirius kept fucking into you, chasing his orgasm for another minute before he quickly pulled out finishing on both of your stomachs. **

After you came back to your senses, feelings his lips all over face, making you giggle a little. '' There's my princess. I lost you for a moment. You okay? '' he asked you whilst stroking your back gently. '' Mhm. Never felt better. '' you smiled, pressing a gentle kiss onto his lips. '' Let me clean you up quickly, then we can cuddle, okay? '' he pressed a kiss on the side your head before gently moving you from his lap onto the softness of the couch. Sleep was starting to take over but you did your best to stay awake, when you felt a warm wetness pressing on your inner thighs, you squealed in surprise. '' Sorry, it's gonna be quick. '' after he cleaned both you and himself from any stickiness, he helped you put on your underwear before he put on his shirt on you, carrying you to your bed. '' Want to take a nap, princess? '' he whispered, seeing your eyes closing and opening. '' We should talk, though. '' you looked at him. Pressing a kiss onto your forehead as he lowered you in your bed. '' I promise we will, but it's pointless to talk right now seeing as you're minutes of falling into a deep slumber. Sleep and we'll talk after a nap, deal? '' you smiled at him. '' Fine. But still want to cuddle you. '' Chuckling, he crawled into the bed right next to you, pulling you tightly into his chest. And that was the best nap you've ever had and never felt safer as you did, sleeping in his arms.

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BnHA Chapter 308: VIBE: CHECKED

Previously on BnHA: Lots and lots of Shindou idk what else to tell you.

Today on BnHA: Tired Nomad Deku rescues Shindou from Muscular, and us from Shindou. Muscular is all “OH BOY I SURE CAN’T WAIT TO FIGHT DEKU AGAIN AFTER HE TOTALLY KICKED MY ASS THE LAST TIME!! I’M SURE THIS TIME WILL GO DIFFERENTLY SEEING AS HE’S HAD ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEAR’S WORTH OF ADDITIONAL TRAINING, AND ALSO HAS SIX FOURQUIRKS NOW, IN ADDITION TO THE CONFIDENCE THAT COMES WITH HAVING EIGHT OTHER PEOPLE’S SOULS CHILLING OUT INSIDE HIM OFFERING MORAL SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGEMENT.” Deku is all, “[kicks Muscular’s ass effortlessly].” Muscular is all, “[gets his ass totally kicked].” I for one am very satisfied with this, and with respect to all, I would like to hereby declare this post a discourse-free zone. I’m just happy to see my son out here making good use of his FOURQUIRKS, and more importantly beating Muscular in less than seventeen pages so we can all go on with our lives lol.

damn Deku since when were you allowed to look this cool

from this perspective and with the smoke, cape, backpack, and mask more or less obscuring his actual profile, he looks less like a sixteen-year-old boy and more like a grownass man

OH SNAP

we got a glimpse of this in the cleaned-up scan of 307, but seeing both of his eyes looking so distinctively All Might-esque here is... whoa. I mean we know that his face still looks pretty normal underneath the mask and he doesn’t actually have the black sclera, but still, this is an awesome look. mini-Might

lol Muscular

you and me both. I mean no offense, but yeah

so Deku is just standing there silently

typical Deku. tight-lipped and expressionless. mum’s the word. quiet as a mouse. silent as a grave

okay no but seriously this is so weird and creepy though you guys. Deku please say something or else I’m just gonna mindlessly say whatever stupid things come into my head in an effort to make things less awkward

so Muscular is all “I should probably make a cool speech about revenge but Horikoshi couldn’t think of anything good so I’m just going to stand here clenching my fist real slowly”

“I’m not here to go on a monologue” he says, as he monologues about not monologuing

okay you guys I confess I have only read through/watched the Deku VS Muscular fight once because the arm-breaking is just way too uncomfortable for me to revisit. and so as a result, I have completely forgotten Whatever The Deal Is with Muscular’s eye lmao so let me go look it up real quick

okay so it’s a prosthetic, obviously, and he changes it out according to his mood. that part does sound familiar. I just can’t remember which eye is supposed to indicate which mood. don’t tell me I actually have to go back and reread this shit

lol I’m skimming through chapter 75 now and remembering/realizing that I hardly paid any attention to this the first time around because as soon as I found out the villains were after Kacchan my brain was like “TIME TO FOCUS ON THIS AND ONLY THIS NOW AND FOREVER” and yeah. ah memories

anyway so he started out with the flower-looking eye, and then later on he was all

which begs the question, how on earth could I have ever forgotten the most ridiculous panel I’ve ever read lmao

anyway, but so after all of that, I'm only just now realizing that this isn't one of his previous eye prosthetics in the current chapter; this is an ACTUAL FUCKING ROCK that he's just randomly shoved into his eye socket fkdsjlk

so basically (1) I did all of that painstaking research for nothing, five whole minutes of my life wasted THANKS A LOT, and (2) what, and I have never meant this more emphatically, THE FUCK

anyway so now he's leaping at the building that Deku is standing on top of. but he’s not aiming anywhere near Deku though, wtf

(ETA: HAHA YOU BROKE ALL YOUR MUSCLES YOU LOSER.)

...huh

lmao okay then. I hope those annoying citizens in the building next door are watching this go down and rethinking their life choices

dlkdkljk

just keep standing there pressed right up against the window, why don’t you. “WHAT’S GOING ON THIS SUPER CLOSE COLLAPSING BUILDING IS BLOCKING OUR VIEW.” well, folks, we’ve long since known there’s a critical shortage of hero and villain brain cells, but what we’re learning now is that civilian brain cells are also in short supply

OH THANK GOD DEKU IS FINALLY TALKING THAT WAS ACTUALLY UNSETTLING AS FUCK

SO HE’S STILL OUR GOOD, POLITE, WORRIED, CONSIDERATE DEKU UNDERNEATH THAT COOL AND MYSTERIOUS VENEER. for real, thank fuck, because I swear to god if he suddenly started acting like the Dekus in all of the vigilante AUs my interest in this series would have dropped something like 50% lol. just because he dropped out of school and ran away from home and is currently dressed like the physical manifestation of a Linkin Park playlist doesn’t mean he’s not still the WORLD’S BIGGEST DORK okay

I MEAN, THIS RIGHT HERE. THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT. HE’S APOLOGIZING FOR THE DELAY

PLEASE FIND THE ATTACHED SHINDOU YOU REQUESTED. BEST REGARDS!!!

OH MY GOD WHY IS HE SUCH A BADASS

something about making bold, confident statements while obscured in smoke?? idk but damn it fucking works

ffjkkl

more importantly, should you tell him you actually need your copy of Shindou in excel format and not pdf?? on the one hand you don’t want to sound ungrateful, but on the other hand what are you even supposed to do with this

this chapter so far consists of like 50% smoke, but on the other hand Deku VS Kacchan 2 had a lot of cinematic smoke too so who am I to complain

OMG IS IT HIS ARMS

IDK DID YOU?! TELL ME YOUR SECRETS. PLEASE, AT SOME POINT THIS FIGHT HAS GOT TO ACTUALLY ADVANCE THE PLOT

OHHHHHHH

IT’S EN’S QUIRK!! OH MY GOD OKAY THAT’S ACTUALLY AWESOME

I CAN HEAR THE SOUND OF DISCOURSE RUMBLING IN THE BACKGROUND BUT I DON’T CARE LOL. WON’T CATCH ME EVER SAYING NO TO ANOTHER SIXQUIRK. GO AHEAD, BRING THEM ON, I WANT TO SEE THEM ALL but take it easy though Deku. don’t want to give yourself lung cancer or anything

also it’s good to see that in a very real sense he’s not fighting alone. the Vestiges really did mean it when they said they could appear more easily now. this is on a whole other level

so is this whole next page still En talking, or someone else? because whoever it is sure is chatty

okay, several things

pretty sure it is En, because he keeps saying “I suppose.” for someone who never said two words until one page ago, this guy sure never shuts up. we can’t all follow Muscular’s lead I suppose. oh my god now I’m doing it too

really like the suggestion of Deku using the SIXQUIRKS like tools in an arsenal, because that’s what he’s good at! it’s almost like he’s been training for this his entire life. “you value quirks too much” LOOK HE JUST THINKS THEY’RE COOL OKAY IS THAT A CRIME

where the fuck did all this rope come from

not gonna ask what the fuck that thing is sticking out from the back of his utility belt. Horikoshi will surely explain this

is that a fucking jetpack. I’m sorry Deku were six fucking quirks not enough for you. you can fucking float??? but JUST TO BE SAFE, LET’S STRAP A PAIR OF ROCKETS TO OUR SHOULDERS IDK

-- or wait, is this all supposed to be like a visual representation of En’s metaphor?? OH MY GOD AM I JUST STUPID LOL, DON’T ANSWER THAT. NEVER MIND. NEW LIST!!

rope = blackwhip

jetpack = float

radio = danger sense

and so I’m guessing that this ridiculously phallic thing is supposed to be a flare or something?? and that = the new quirk, smokescreen. well that was a fucking ride lmao we now return you to our regularly scheduled chapter

so now Deku is floating to his heart’s content and thinking that he’ll just sneak up on Muscular and vibe check his ass or whatever

WOOOOOOOO DANGER SENSE YESSSS I LOVE THIS FOR HIM

okay guys, I'm gonna press pause here for a sec to make a serious note, because I am loving the shit out of this, but tbh I'm having trouble enjoying it as much as I want to because I keep getting anxious thinking about the discourse. I know that a lot of the fandom has very strong opinions on Deku's character development one way or the other, and I want to respect that. but I also really have no spoons to debate this topic at all beyond what I’ve already weighed in on. so if it’s all the same to everyone, I plan on staying out of this discussion, at least this week

anyway! that said, YEAH BOI GET HIS ASS

VIBE: CHECKED. CURB: STOMPED. HOTEL: TRIVAGO

-- OF COURSE HE’S STILL FUCKING FINE LOL HE CRASHES INTO BUILDINGS FOR FUN IDK WHAT I WAS EXPECTING

dammit Muscular. how many fucking quirks does it take to beat you?! the annoying thing is that even with all of his cool new powers, Deku is still something of a mismatch against him. anyway r.i.p. to all these poor buildings

OOOOOHHHHH

you guys have no idea how intrigued I am at the prospect of watching Deku try to play both good cop and bad cop here lmao

anyway so Muscular says he doesn’t know, go figure

“I’m not here to make small talk or anything” he says as he small talks about not small talking

OH MY GOD DEKU

are you really gonna talk no jutsu all of these villains from now on?? that last battle really did have a profound impact on you, huh! interesting

you guys he’s really doing it omg

Deku this guy tried to murder a five-year-old literally just for fun. I mean more power to you, but holy shit you’re really gonna try to defeat Muscular with anger management therapy huh

I MEAN

WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT RESPONSE COMING dlkjslkjk

FUCK’S SAKE DEKU, I KNOW YOU MEAN WELL BUT THEY CAN’T ALL HAVE TRAGIC PASTS KIDDO

but. I have to admit, I do still like that he tried. probably knew just as well as we did what the end result was going to be, but still. he made the effort in good faith and I respect that

uh oh

why do I get the feeling Muscular just got a whole lot deader

oh my god oh my god he’s doing the “powering up” stance ffff don’t fucking tell me you can still use your fucking arms here, Deku

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY WHAT’S THIS??

okay so basically he’s saying that whatever it was he sensed in Tomura, he doesn’t sense from Muscular. which, yeah, that sounds exactly right. good judge of character here lol

AHHHHAHAHA YESS

WHOOPS, GET FUCKED I GUESS

WOOOOHOOOOOOOO

lmao so apparently this is the belated result of Shindou’s attack from chapter 307?? I’ll be damned. good for you Shindou!! I always liked you buddy. please just take my word on that and don’t fact check that statement

okay lol the one tiny bit of discourse I will allow is that it’s bullshit that he just did that with his right arm. like, I’ll fully acknowledge that. that makes no fucking sense, and I demand an explanation from the Great Plot Hole Filler himself. he’s never let us down before when it comes to continuity so I’m trusting him not to suddenly start now

that said, we love to see a rematch against a boring guy settled quickly and decisively within the span of a single chapter. THANK YOU

I like that Deku implies that his power is being a smart nerd who battles villains using the power of ANALYTICS. he basically didn’t do anything except restrain Muscular and wait for Shindou’s attack to take effect while halfheartedly checking to see if he regretted any of that murder and stuff

(ETA: and almost forgot to mention, he made excellent use of all four of his active SIXQUIRKS. it’s like the chapter title said; this is basically him fighting all-out, and it’s a sight to see.)

also, as cool as the mask was, this just feels right. like, we had our fun, now let us see his face, yes good

anyway, I think this was a good start towards establishing What’s Up With Deku Right Now! so if it’s all the same to Horikoshi, I would next like to take some time to explore Why’s Up With Deku. that, and What’s Up With Everyone Else, Especially Kacchan. por favor

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