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jinkoh · 6 months ago

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being selfish

jacob x gn!reader

part of my soulmate series

summary: jacob doesn't need a soulmate, after all he has you. so why do these marks have to show up on his body now?

tags: soulmate au (sharing bruises), established relationship, angst; SFW, warnings: vague non graphic descriptions of bruises

wc: 1.1k

a/n: i know i mentioned about sang being up next but then i finished jacobs part in time for his birthday so ofc he had to come first~

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When he spotted small bruises here or there, Jacob thought nothing of it. He must have bumped into something without noticing, these things happen. After all, he was already 27. If he had a soulmate, he would have known by now. And it wasn’t like he wanted one—he’d already found his home in you. He didn’t need fate to tell him that you were the one, he knew that well by himself.

However when a huge bruise appeared on his back, it got a little hard to find an explanation for it that wasn’t a soulmate he hadn’t been aware of. It threw him off, because he had long come to terms with the fact that he didn’t have one. He’d been a little disappointed about it as a child and a teenager, jealous of his friends who seemed to have these connections he could only dream of. But when he’d met you a few years ago, it almost seemed lucky, because you were the same, because you could find your soulmates in each other even without any shared bruises. But now it suddenly seemed like his long buried desire for a fated love was being answered to, way too late and without the choice to opt out.

Jacob didn’t know what to do. What was the right path for a situation like this? He knew he had to tell you sooner or later, but the consequences scared him. Was it okay to stay with you despite having a soulmate? Would that be unfair to them? Would that be unfair to you? Jacob didn’t know.

To his dismay he couldn’t hide it for long. You were attentive enough to notice that he stopped changing in front of you and you saw the difference in the way he was looking at you. So really, it was a trick question when you let your fingers trace over his lower arm one evening, asking where the small bruise came from that he hadn’t even noticed himself yet.

He stared at you like a deer caught in headlights. It was quiet for a good five seconds before he could finally muster a reply. “I don’t know. Just…somewhere.”

You gave him a small sad smile. “It’s someone else’s, isn’t it?”

Jacob pressed his lips together, unable to confirm it even when you clearly already knew. It pained him to see you look at him like that and he felt guilty for not having the courage to tell you first, putting you in a position where you had to puzzle the pieces together by yourself.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Why are you sorry? Isn’t that good news? You have a soulmate, that’s a beautiful thing.” You clearly tried to smile, but your voice was shaking and there were tears in your eyes. Jacob felt like he was going to be sick.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated and his own voice sounded strained and unfamiliar.

“Isn’t it better to find out now? Imagine we would have gotten married already, that would have made things so complicated.” It was a horrible attempt at gallows humor, and the fact that Jacob had a small velvet box hidden away in his nightstand, waiting there from before he’d started noticing the bruises, only made it worse. He wanted to cry. Maybe he already was. If only he could have kept the secret a little longer, if only he could have lived in the pretense that there was only him and you for a few more weeks. Then he could have daydreamed about asking you to marry him instead of having to return the ring to the shop. He could have imagined what your wedding would be like and how you’d smile at him brightly while walking down the aisle. But of course you wouldn’t want to marry someone who had a soulmate waiting for him. It would be so unfair to expect you to stay with him while someone else’s bruises showed up on his skin. And it would be unfair to his soulmate too, because maybe they were eagerly looking forward to the day they’d meet and how awful would it be to find their soulmate already happily married? Maybe ending things was the only right thing to do, regardless of what Jacob wanted himself.

He dropped his face into his hands, screwing his eyes shut in hopes not to cry, but his cheeks were already wet with tears.

“It’s okay,” you assured, your voice soothing even through your own tears. “I’ll be okay. And I’ll make it easy on you, I won’t make a scene.”

If he’d had a little more courage he would have said that he wanted you to make a scene, he wanted you to be angry and to fight and to tell him not to go. He didn’t want you to accept fate this easily and he couldn’t tell if it was your selflessness or if you couldn’t bear the thought of staying with him if a soulmate was part of the equation.

“How could it ever be easy on me?” He pressed out, lowering his hands to look at you.

“I know,” Your lower lip was trembling and your fingers found his wrist to rub circles into his skin that were either meant to soothe him or yourself. “I know. But just this once, think only about yourself, about what you want. It’s okay, Jacob. You can be selfish now.”

“Can I really?”

There were tears streaming down your face, but you still smiled when you gave him a small nod and the sight of it tore him apart inside.

“Okay,” he said, cupping your cheeks and catching your tears with his thumbs, “I’ll be selfish.”

Then he leaned in to kiss you, his lips brushing against yours so carefully as if it was your first time.

“What are you doing?” you whispered in confusion when your lips parted.

“Being selfish,” he replied before he leaned in to kiss you again. “Didn’t you tell me to think only about what I want?”

“I did, but—”

“And what I want more than anything is to be with you. I don’t care about soulmates and shared bruises or whatever. It can never be worth losing you. So I’m staying.” He leaned his forehead against yours, “Please let me stay.”

At his words, new tears were welling up in your eyes and you barely managed to stop the sobs wanting to escape your throat. All this time, this had been what you wanted more than anything, but you’d been too scared to voice it, too worried about ruining his chances at happiness. But maybe this was enough for him, maybe he’d already found his happiness here with you.

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as you could. “Yes,” you pressed out through your tears, “Please stay.”

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topazy · 6 months ago

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Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 3.09

While ducking behind a crate of wood, you use the scope on your rifle. You keep watch for any signs of an attack while waiting on your brothers, Daryl and Hershel, returning to the prison. Somehow Andrea had managed to arrange a sit-down between the governor and Rick, something you were highly against.

“Any sign of my brother yet?”

Hearing Merle’s voice, you roll your eyes and say, “No, not yet.”

“Hmm.” He leans against the fence, making himself an easy target. “Listen, girly, what happened before—kidnapping you and all—it was strictly business.”

“What’s done is done.”

“You’re a lot more snapper than Rick; anybody ever tell you that? I bet Shane did. Yeah, I remember that judgmental deputy well. I never would have pictured you two together. Oh well, at least we are all one big happy family now, right?”

You glance up at him, and it annoys you how amused he is. You got the impression that Merle thrived on chaos and was just trying to get under your skin. “You know, if my brother hadn’t gone back looking for you in Atlanta, I would never have found him again. I guess I’m lucky T-dog dropped the keys.”

“You really are something else.” Merle snorts out a laugh. “I noticed you’re the only one who didn’t protest about me staying. I guess that means all is forgiven.”

“No, I still think you’re an asshole, but Daryl wouldn’t leave you behind.” You go back to looking through the scope for any movements, “but for this to work, we all need to be singing from the same hymn sheet.”

“I’m on whatever side my baby brother is, and fortunately for you, it’s Rick’s side. You didn’t seem surprised when we swooped in and saved your brother's ass from walkers.”

“I knew Daryl would come back because he’s one of us.”

“Yeah, I see that.”

A few beats of silence pass before you speak again. Merle had already gotten into a few altercations with Glenn. “You do anything that hurts—”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says sarcastically. “If I hurt your brother, son, or precious little friends, you’ll point that rifle right at me.”

“You do anything to hurt Daryl, and I’ll pull the trigger.”

“Well, ain’t I glad to know my brother has a guard dog?”

“Shh!” Seeing a vehicle approaching, you point your gun in its direction, ready to fire if it’s an enemy, but thankfully, it’s your people returning. “They’re back.”

—

Something was going on between Rick, Daryl, and Hershel; they were keeping a secret from the rest of you. Your issue wasn’t with being kept out of the loop per se, but you didn’t like the atmosphere it was causing. Both Daryl and Rick were avoiding you, and Hershel constantly looks like he’s about to start crying.

Rick told you the governor was gearing up for war, but you knew he was holding back.

“You want to go for a nap?” You kiss Jace’s cheek multiple times before placing him in the travel cot. Michonne, Carl, and Rick got on their last run. “Sleep tight, baby.”

Having a cot meant you got to sleep better during the night; instead of worrying, he’d somehow crawl out of the cell. They had also brought back a few toys and clothes for him and Judith to share. Knowing he had something other kids had before the world went to shit made you feel better, more hopeful that one day he would have a better chance.

You go to the cellblock where all the supplies are kept and start separating ammunition into different piles. Glenn has come up with the idea of hiding a few boxes of bullets outside, so if anyone got pinned down, they wouldn’t run low. You lift your head and smile when Daryl walks into the room and says, “Hey.”

“Hi.”

It gnaws on you that Daryl avoids making eye contact with him. “Did you do it?”

He looks almost alarmed by the question, “W-what?”

“Michonne’s idea? Putting down barbed wire will slow down any vehicle. I’ve got a few ideas I want to pick her brain about later.”

Daryl gulps it down nervously.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah… no.” He finally lifts his head to look up at you, and he seems to be torn. “I… fuck, I’m not supposed to talk about it.”

“Is this about the governor?"

Sighing, he sits down beside you and holds his head with his hand. “The governor offered to make a deal with Rick; we hand over Michonne, and he’ll leave us alone.”

“But my brother wouldn’t do that,” you say, looking over Daryl’s shoulder at the doorway at the same time Rick walks in. “Tell him you wouldn’t do that.”

“Y/n.”

Your stomach drops upon seeing the look on your brother's face; he had actually considered it. “Tell him, Rick, tell me you wouldn’t do that. You wouldn’t hand a woman over to that man!”

“Keep your voice down.”

“There is no difference between Merle snatching me and Glenn off the street and handing us over to the governor than there is you doing it. Is this what the three of you have been whispering about? Trying to figure out the best way to do it without the rest of us noticing? That man terrorized me and Glenn.”

You glare at your brother as he comes and sits down on the opposite side of you. “I’m not going to do it... I did consider it. But we can't, and I can’t. It’s not who we are.”

You shake your head in disgust. Rick knew exactly what the governor had done to you, and whatever he had planned for Michonne would be a thousand times worse. Tears of anger begin to form.

“Don’t, don’t do that,” Rick sighs. “I’m going to tell Michonne the truth. About the deal, about... how I thought about it.”

“How could you even think about it?” The difference between people like us and people like them is that we protect our own.”

“That’s exactly what I was trying to do. If I had to choose between saving a person I barely know and my family, I’d always choose my family.”

“Siblings, huh? I can’t live with them; I can’t live without them. But at the end of the day, you’d do anything for them.”

Daryl shakes his head when his brother sits at the table with a smug look on his face. “Shut up, Merle,” you say. “I’m going to check on Judith.”

—

Looking around the prison yard, panic starts to set in. You notice your brother and run to him. “Rick, Rick!”

Seeing you panicked, he runs over and meets you halfway. “What’s going on?”

“Somethings wrong; I can’t find Michonne or Daryl.”

“I know,” he says, looking down at the ground. “Merle went through with it; he took Michonne, and Daryl’s gone after him to bring her back.”

“He’s gone out there alone.”

He nods.

You rub at your face and say, “Damn it. If the governor finds them, he will kill all three of them.”

“Daryl is a survivor. He and Michonne will be coming back through those gates in no time.”

Tears start to build up. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely, both of them have better chances of surviving out there than either of us.” Rick was right; they would be fine. “I just want to say, before... I wasn’t thinking clearly. I would never have turned her over. I was just grasping at any chance I could to try and save the lives of my people, but you’re right, Michonne is one of us now.”

“I shouldn’t be so quick to judge when it’s not me in the position to make that choice. Hell, I’ve done a lot of questionable things.”

Rick hugs you tightly, and you squeal a little when you feel the pressure against the flesh that had been grazed by the bullet. “From now on, there is only one secret we keep: that night on the farm, and that’s it.”

“Agreed.”

When you start to walk back towards the prison, a hint of a smirk appears on Rick’s face. He puts his arm around your shoulder and says, “I need to ask you something, and I need a completely honest answer.”

“Okay?”

“For a while there, I was hearing things and seeing things that weren’t there. So I need you to tell me, did I really see you kissing Daryl with a dead possum at your feet, or did I imagine that?”

“Let’s go find the others.”

—

Your brother stands in front of the remaining members of your group in the courtyard while you sit around a picnic table. He looks stressed, scared of how the others will react. Admittedly, you were horrified when Daryl told you, but you don’t believe him; Rick or Hershel would have actually gone through with it.

“When I met with the governor, he offered me a deal. He said he would leave us alone if I gave him Michonne.” Rick’s jaw wobbles slightly as he talks; he was struggling to hold it together. “And I was going to do that... to keep us safe. I changed my mind. But now Merle took Michonne to fulfill the deal, and Daryl went to stop him, but I don’t know if it’s too late. I was wrong not to tell you. And I’m sorry. What I said last year—that first night after the farm—it can’t be like that. It can’t. What we do, what we’re willing to do, who we are—it’s not my call. It can’t be. I couldn’t sacrifice one of us for the greater good because we are the greater good. We’re the reason we’re still here—not me, all of us. How we live, how we die—it ain’t up to me. I ain’t your governor. We chose to go. We chose to stay. We stick together.”

Nobody knows what to say.

“We vote. We can stay or fight, or we pack up stuff and leave.”

“I’m proud of you, Rick.”

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for-your-comfort · 1 year ago

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Hi! I hope you're still taking requests, but can I request a Knuckle Bine x hunter!Reader fic?

Reader is also one of Morel's apprentices and she participates in the fight against the Chimera Ants at the palace. But she's also secretly in love with Knuckle (he's oblivious) and she decides to confess to him in the spur of the moment mid palace infiltration. They just have this little "we might be dead by tomorrow so fuck this" moment, and confess to eachother and kiss desperately before getting back to fighting the Royal Guards. I live for life or death romantic situations and angsty/fluffy moments 😭

I love your writing so I hope I'm not bothering you! Kisses :)

Now or Never

Knuckle x Reader

a/n: i’m sorry this isn’t really what you asked for, i changed it a little to adapt to my current knowledge of HXH since i don’t want to do the chimera ant arc any injustice by putting an unfitting scene in.

summary: you’ve been sent on a dangerous quest with Knuckle and Shoot, and find yourself doubting whether you will even make it out alive. what better moment to confess your feelings?

warnings: injuries + blood loss (no graphic descriptions), bit of angst (but also comfort)

word count: 1603

A moment you feel most vulnerable in… Like your entire world is crashing down, and you’re so helpless, because there is absolutely nothing you can do.

What do you do at this moment? When you’re aware of how fast your thoughts are racing, as if competing with your pounding heartbeat in your ears. And yet still none of those thoughts are helpful, they’re nothing but mere, fleeting ideas passing through. Nothing you need, nothing to save you, nor the person next to you.

Your hiding spot is behind a few boxes, and so far they’ve been a good place to not be found. You listen carefully for anything suspicious, yet all you can hear is your own heartbeat, the irregular breaths of your friend, and the shuffling steps that must belong to the beast. You’re lucky to have limited it’s hearing and smelling senses during the earlier fight, or else you would surely already have been found. And given the circumstances, there’s no guarantee you’d make it.

You put a hand on the ground to steady yourself, and wince in pain when your palm touches the dirty ground. There’s a cut across your hand, that you hadn’t noticed up until now. You will have to clean the wound later and make sure it isn’t infected, if you make it out of this situation alive, that is.

“What is it?”

A hushed voice, barely even a whisper, is heard from beside you. You clutch your hand into a fist as your eyes meet Knuckle’s and guilt washes over you. Isn’t it so selfish to think of your own injury, when the person you cherish most is in much worse shape?

Your eyes linger on Knuckle’s once-white jacket that is all soaked up with blood, and just imagining where it’s coming from makes you tear up once again. He must be in so much pain.

Yet, nobody could have predicted this. Not Morel, when he sent Shoot, Knuckle and you out on a casual bounty hunt for a monster that has turned out to be a bite much bigger than the three of you can chew.

Not Shoot, who had agreed to it without a second thought after seeing the nods of Knuckle and you, who is now nowhere to be seen, ever since you lost sight of him somewhen during the fight before.

And certainly not Knuckle, who has overexerted himself, and gotten this beat up. His usual so energetic self is now slumped against a wooden box, sitting on the floor to your left. The sight breaks your heart over and over again.

“Hm?”

He asks again, and you can tell he’s getting weaker. How much blood has he lost? How much more can he hold on?

You can no longer hold back the tears now silently trickling down your cheeks. You can’t even remember the last time you felt like this, so at the mercy of fate’s cruelty as you couldn’t do anything but sit and wait for the inevitable end, since the two of you can’t possibly hide forever.

You get lost in the features of Knuckle, the deep lines on his face and his furrowed eyebrows. His usually so bold mouth, with lips that have their corners turned downwards now.

His big hands have always seemed so strong and secure, and even at this moment you long for nothing more than to feel them around you, and wake up to find all of this to be just a horrible nightmare. But his hands are tightly clutching the side of his stomach, and you know he’s trying to stop, or at least slow, the bleeding.

A tiny part of you hopes Shoot escaped and is seeking help in the nearest city, however you know very well that it’s hard to access, and even at your usual pace, at least an hour away. By now, that hope for help has pretty much died out.

You make another feeble attempt to use your nen ability, but the presence of the beast is still blocking it out.

You tightly clutch one hand within the other and press your eyes shut, before you feel a rough hand gently wipe your tears.

“Why are you crying?”

You shake your head as you look at Knuckle, and even more tears pour down your face and cheeks, some getting caught in Knuckle's calloused fingers, others spilling down to your clenched hands. But you will not speak. You will buy Knuckle, and yourself, as much time as possible. You will not make one single sound, that could betray your location to the beast. At least, that’s your plan.

As if having read your thoughts, Knuckle goes silent for a moment. He musters you with that look again, that one he gives you whenever you do something he disapproves of, or doesn’t understand.

“Once all this is over and we’re back home tomorrow, I’ll make Shoot and you those dumplings again. I know you mock and criticise my cooking, but it will be the best dumplings of your life-“

You interrupt him with a push against his arm, and he lets it drop to the ground with no resistance. He expected this.

“How can you say that!?” You hiss at him, “Don’t you understand? We might be dead by tomorrow!”

The salty tears rush down your cheeks even quicker as you angrily glare at Knuckle, still trying your hardest to be as quiet as possible.

A soft sigh escapes Knuckle as he reaches an arm out towards you, and gently pulls you into his mostly uninjured side. You simply let it happen, and close your eyes upon impact with his shoulder as you carefully snake an arm around his waist, the other wrapping around his other shoulder.

You can hear him taking a breath to say something, but nothing more than a quiet sob rips through the silence. You instantly pull away to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“You don’t deserve this. Any of this. I failed you.”

His voice is so quiet.

You shake your head and hug him tightly once again, this time with his face buried in your shoulder. You gently brush through his hair with your fingers to soothe him, as you lean in to whisper in his ear.

“You could never fail me. You did all you could, we both did. Then this is just how it has to happen.”

He lets out another sob as he clings onto you, his tears slowly soaking through your shirt.

You hold him tightly, silently crying into his hair. This is honestly the last moment you’d expect to be in when you would get to hold him like this for the first time, but given the circumstances, now there might not be any other moment for this in the future…

“I have feelings for you,” you start, “I have had them for a while now. I guess this might be the last time I get to tell you.”

At once, his eyes are on you, wide and startled, but not in a negative way. You’re happy to see some of his usual energy to be back, even if only for the moment, and that twinkle in his eyes you love so dearly has returned.

You can’t help but reach out to brush your hand through his hair again, your fingers tangling in his curls and getting stuck in the pompadour. Instantly, it seems like Knuckle is melting at your touch like soft butter in the sun. A warm feeling spreads inside your chest at this reaction, as if you swallowed the sun yourself.

“I had no idea… Why didn’t you say anything sooner? No, wait- aaaaaah! I should have said something!”

You cover his mouth with your hand, looking left and right, listening hard, in fears that his whisper-shouts gave away your location. You’re not out of danger, how could you be so reckless? But there’s not a single thing you hear, and you slowly remove your hand.

As you do, even Knuckle seems to sigh out in relief before you feel a calloused hand on your cheek, and Knuckle’s warm breath on your chin before your lips meet.

You sit there, frozen in shock, yet only for a moment. Your eyes flutter closed, your hands desperately grasping at his clothes for some stability, even when you know you must be the strong one in a situation where he is injured.

You two don’t let go of each other, neither of you daring to break the kiss. This wonderful, soft kiss.

His lips are chapped and dry, and you imagine yours aren’t any better. But still, you couldn’t imagine your first kiss to be any more perfect. For while you’re here, there’s no danger. There’s no beast out there to get you, no wound in your palm to burn in pain as you clench fistfuls of Knuckle’s shirt, and no pools of blood seeping through the same once-white shirt.

Right now, this might not even be the last kiss.

“There you are. I could hear you whispering.”

Both Knuckle and you snap your heads towards the source of the voice. And you see Shoot, looking at you with a warm smile.

You first worry that the beast might hear you, but knowing Shoot, he would never be so careless. The beast must already be disposed of. You two are safe. Knuckle will be okay, and you will make sure of that. You look at him, and the look on his face tells you that he has drawn the same conclusions as you.

“Let’s go home.”

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nobedofroses · 2 months ago

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October 5th

pairing: Jack Daniels x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, allusions to spice

words: 878

a/n: Prompt for today is "decorating the house together" from this list by @novelbear. Silly and cute domesticity!

Directory, Day 4

🎃🎃🎃

When you and Jack had moved in together, you had both brought traditions with you. Most of yours were around seasonal and holiday cooking, but Jack’s had been about decorating. You hadn’t expected it, but Jack liked to go all out for every holiday (well at least the ones he cared about). And one of the main ones he cared about was Halloween.

Because he had been into decorating long before he met you, he came with lots of decorations, but he also wanted you to contribute things you had or find new things you both liked together so it felt like a collaboration for your home. So each year, the two of you spent the two months leading up to Halloween keeping your eyes out for decor. Since Jack had most of the typical Halloween stuff to start with, the two of you looked for more sentimental or unique or even higher quality versions of things you already had that would last your lifetime if you took care of it. Which was how you ended up with a ceramic black cauldron filled with punch and a plastic black cauldron filled with candy right next to it at your annual Halloween party.

Jack liked to do the decorating on the very first day of October, but this year the first few days had been too busy with work and projects, so it had to be pushed back to today. The storage boxes had been pulled down from the attic a week prior in advance, one of the ways Jack was making sure you could start as soon as possible.

When you woke up after sleeping in on this Saturday, you could smell something warm and cinnamon-y and delicious pervading the whole house and wondered how long Jack had been up to cook breakfast. You padded into the kitchen in the pumpkin-themed nightgown Jack had gotten you and insisted you wear during the season, along with the purple and green striped fuzzy socks.

Seeing Jack at the stovetop, flipping pancakes and checking on a pot of spiced apple cider, you smiled and made your way over to him. Once you were behind him, you wrapped your arms around his middle and said, “Really getting in the mood, huh baby?”

Jack hummed, a hand coming down to squeeze yours, “If you like this, darlin’, you should see the fire I’ve got goin’ in the livin’ room.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. It was still reaching 75 degrees during the day and the 45 it got down to at night didn’t exactly justify a fire. “I hope you turned off the AC.”

“Actually, can you double check for me, peach? Pancakes’ll be done by the time you get back,” he told you.

Shaking your head, you pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder blade, “You’re lucky I love you, cowboy.”

As you walked to the living room, you heard him say quietly, “Don’t I know it,” and that more than made up for the checking.

Jack laughed when you complained that he shouldn’t have tricked you with the fireplace video on the TV, “You’re just too cute not to tease a little bit.”

You rolled your eyes, but could feel the warmth in your face that accompanied being flustered by Jack. Which was often.

Breakfast had gone by quickly with Jack going over the game plan for the day and you were happy to follow his lead instead of coming up with the complex blueprints he had. Literal blueprints.

After a quick cleanup of the dishes, etc., Jack turned to you and said, “Just one last thing and we can get started.”

You looked at him expectantly, but what you did not expect was him pulling you close and tight and kissing you soundly on the lips. When you got your wits about you, you kissed him back, and the two of you stayed like that for long enough for you to get a little hot and bothered.

A second or two later, Jack pulled back. All he said was, “Good morning, don’t think I’ve said that to you yet today, sweetheart.”

“What— what was that for?” you asked, a little breathless.

“That was to give us motivation to keep on moving on this project. No more makin’ out or nothin’ until we finish today’s work,” Jack said casually, moving to grab the first box of the day.

You gaped at him, “Jack!”

“Sorry honey, but we only have these decorations up for so long, so I’m pulling out all the stops to get it done today. I don’t know about you, but the motivation’s already working for me. Can’t wait to finish up so I can kiss you long as I want,” was his reply.

You didn’t even know what to say to him, but you knew he wouldn’t budge, so you figured you should just get to work.

The annoying thing was that it did seem to work. You finished a full hour and a half earlier than Jack had planned for. Something that didn’t seem physically possible, but was true.

As you pushed Jack down on the couch when everything was done and you climbed on top of him, you said, “Next year, we’ll fucking decorate in September.”

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cottagecore-moss-king · 19 days ago

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Well darn. This wasn’t how his day was supposed to go. Of course, when Sivana decided to try and make his way out of Fawcett to who knows were, Marvel had called in some of the League members. And of course Sivana screwed up the magic and technology mix he was operating. When doesn’t he?

So, here he was, fighting along side his crew as they try to take down the giant robot.

“Hey Sivvy! You know, it’s a-bot time you try something other than giant robots!” He joked as he caught the fist soaring at him.

A lucky shot from Batman hit part of the exposed wires on the arm he was holding, and Marvel dropped it down. Green and Gold electricity arced around the open wires, and began crawling around the machine.

“I’ll beat you, I’ll beat you all!” Sivana screeched. Honestly though, he does this every month, Marvel has got to find a better way at keeping his rouges from getting supplies.

The robot lunged at Superman and charged up a green light from it’s blasters.

“Superman look out!”

Marvel lunged to push him out of the way of the magic blast. He had hoped that with the speed of Mercury he’d make it out unharmed too, but it seemed like luck was not on his side.

The magic blast clipped his shoulder, and ripped through the demigod like his own lightning.

It burned. It felt like his muscles were cramping and crushing under the weight of the sky. And then everything went loose, like he had been released from that extra small box.

He groaned, but his voice came out much higher than it normally would. Marvel shot up. He hadn’t been de-transformed had he? No, he wasn’t in any pain from when he fell out of the sky.

Are we small again?

It would appear as though the machine that Sivana made has regressed your champion form to a younger age. Solomon was of course the first to speak up, at least speak up with something helpful, as Billy no, Marvel, stared back at their hands.

I created this form to suit you Batson, this regressed form is still a prime condition of what you may be, despite it’s… eccentricities.

Oh us! You have sandal wings! I never knew you thought those were cool!

The gods in Marvels head were all delving into different appearances and whom he may have gotten them from.

No, obviously he got the lighting from me Mercury, I don’t care if your flashes have lightning, it’s my whole deal.

Looking back at the fight, which had yet to sway either way, it had only been a minute or two since he dropped from the sky.

Pft, guys how funny would it be if Billy pretended not to know Sivana AND, kicked his ass as a child?

Marvel knew it wasn’t the best, but, all the gods started trying to egg him on.

Come on, I’ll give you 15 minutes of speed in your Batson form~.

I will grant you super strength to fight back the bullies who harass you!

Billy was sold on the idea of just causing chaos, he adored seeing the mayhem he could cause. But the gods offers were also too tempting to resist, and he was down for gaining powers in his Batson form if it means sowing a bit of chaos around.

Granted, Batman or Superman might not appreciate it, but it’ll all be good in the end, he’s sure. Like, 80% sure.

Getting up and dusting himself off, Marvel looked up at Sivana.

“Πήγαινε από δω τρελό μανιακό!” (Get out of here you crazy maniac!)

He saw the glances that were sent his way by his team mates. Er. Ahem, the ‘strangely dressed people’. He was a little sad that Diana or the Green Lanterns weren’t here to translate, but they would get there eventually.

He was so giddy to realize that when he flew, his little wings on the side of his ankles flapped like they were keeping him in the air. But he didn’t have time to get distracted, he had a maniac to deal with.

One sonic boom later and Marvels foot was connecting with one of the joints of the large robot. He was going to have fun fighting.

A little snicker came out at Sivana’s face looking out at him through the glass of the head. He could always go straight for the headshot, but where would the fun be in that?

However, the fun was made to come to an end. Before he could even get to Sivana no less! Superman had stepped in and gotten a little to close for comfort for Billy.

Billy hissed. Honest to the Gods hissed! He was secretly delighted. He always adored animal behaviors, and to be able to communicate without words was awesome.

“Κάντε πίσω!” (Back off!)

“Hey kiddo, why don’t we head out someplace safer?” He said, kneeling down to be at eye level with Marvel’s new form.

“ποιος είσαι εσύ? ξένος κίνδυνος!” (Who are you? Stranger Danger!) He drew himself up and puffed himself as big as he could, like a big cat almost. Superman didn’t get the warning, and still reached out and grabbed Marvel’s arm.

Billy didn’t even get to think before he bit Superman in his arm. His Marvel form was mostly comprised of magic, so he made a pretty good mark on Supes arm.

“Hey! Not cool kiddo, we gotta get you out of here.”

Billy huffed. He was not amused, and there was no fun in listening to Superman. He could still take on Sivana!

Or he would, if Sivana was still fighting. Someone had pulled him out of his robot and whisked him away.

While Billy was distracted Superman gathered him up and pulled him into the air.

“We’re heading back to the watchtower now. Cyborg, can you go get Zatanna or Wonder Woman?”

He can’t leave! He’d have to get back to the Rock in order to find out how to fix this. If he vanishes from the watchtower Batman will be livid!

Thrashing about and wiggling, Billy struggled in Supermans hold.

“Woah, kid you gotta hold still!”

“Άσε με να φύγω!” (Let me go!)

Superman was determined not to let go of Marvel, but being a street kid had its perks. You knew how to wiggle your way out of adults grasp.

A bit of superspeed and dirty fighting and Billy was back on the ground.

“Hey! Kiddo you gotta get back here! It’s not safe!”

Billy jumped over a fallen tree in his path and continued running. He’d make it to Fawcett eventually, and there he’d be in his home element.

When he finally started to see Fawcett, it was by one of the poorer crime ridden streets. As he ducked and wove through the old and creaking buildings, he came across a warehouse.

Dammit! That’s where that trafficking ring is coming later tonight! I can’t bust it like this!

And a stroke of genius hit him. Solomon would say it’s a stupid idea, but Billy thinks it’ll go just fine.

Chapter 2:

Billy ignored the Gods protests as he sped into the building. He’d hide out here and wait until the league came and left before leaving and coming back as an adult to bust it. It was perfect!

“Hey buddy, are ya lost?”

Billy whipped around and puffed up at the two sitting in the warehouse. They had cards in front of them and one of them was smoking a cig.

‘Well shit.’

“Don’t cha worry buddy, we won’t hurt ya.”

Billy just sneered at them. ‘Batson luck strikes again.’

“Μιλάτε Ελληνικά?” (Do you speak Greek?)

“Uhhh, Penny, ya got yer phone on ya?”

“Yeah give me a sec.” the second guy, Penny, pulled his phone out from his pocket and crouched down across from him.

“Could ya say that again buddy?” he asked tapping his lips and making a talking motion then pointing to his phone.

“Μιλάτε Ελληνικά?” (Do you speak Greek?)

Glancing down at the screen as cigarette guy leaned over. A quick glance and Penny was typing something out and Cig guy went back to the table.

“Όχι, αλλά έχουμε μεταφραστή. Θέλεις να μείνεις εδώ μέχρι να έρθει η αστυνομία?” (No, do you want to stay here until the police come?)

“Όχι, όχι αστυνομία.” (No, no police.)

Penny and the cigarette guy looked at each other and smiled, turning back to Billy.

“Σίγουρα, γιατί δεν μένεις μαζί μας; Δεν είναι ασφαλές να κυκλοφορείς μόνος.” (Of course. Why don’t you stay with us? It’s not safe to walk around alone.)

Wandering over to the crate they had left their cards and were sitting around, Billy noticed an open pack of cookies next to the game. Penny notices hims staring and grabs a cookie and takes a large bite of it. After a little while he motions to the package and nods his head.

Billy didn’t really want to find out if they drugged the cookies, but he also had to play up the innocent little kid until his friends saved him.

He reached out and nibbled on a cookie, it tasted kinda weird, but not stale.

‘Billy you idiot that’s drugged!’

‘I figured that Solomon, thank you for the generous assistance. Now everyone be quite I need to focus.’

Billy slowly finished the cookie, ignoring the gods yelling and arguing, and sat down next to Penny on the floor.

Penny handed him another cookie, and Billy grabbed and ate it quickly. His Marvel form was pure magic, and invulnerable to most drugs, even ones for metas. But he still needs to pretend it’s doing something to him. Billy put on his acting face and screwed it up like he was in pain. It might have looked more like he was disgusted, but rubbing his stomach helped to seal the deal.

“Awe, little buddy isn’t feeling good. Why don’t cha pick ‘im up and comfort the lil guy.” While Cig guy certainly didn’t sound mocking, Billy still felt offended at being treated like a baby. He couldn’t show it though without breaking his cover, and so he let himself be lifted by Penny and dropped in his lap. What would be a soothing hand in a different situation ran up and down his back, occasionally combing through his hair.

“I think Donny’ll like him. Get ‘im nice and wrapped up pretty fer her and we’ll make an even prettier penny.”

Billy racked his brain trying to remember who Donny was. He didn’t have all of the code names memorized, but had them on a list back at the rock.

“Yeah, she likes when they’re too small to fight back. And this one looks skinny enough to-”

BANG!

“Unhand my brother you bastards!”

Part 3

Billy shot up at the warehouse door slamming violently open. In the middle of the doorway stalking forward viciously was Wonder Woman. She sprinted towards the two when they made a run for it and launched herself at Penny.

Grabbing his collar she jerked him back connecting his skull with her fist in a sickening crack. Penny went boneless in her grasp and she let him drop to the floor.

A couple of other league members had filled in after her, and were now approaching them. Batman and Superman were on the other side of the warehouse, preventing Cig guy from escaping out the back.

“Γεια σας εκεί μικρούλα.” ( Hello there little one.)

“Γεια σας, ποιος είστε;” (Hello, who are you?)

“Είμαι η Νταϊάνα, Είμαι ήρωας με τους φίλους μου.” (I am Diana, I’m a hero with my friends.)

Diana was acting much nicer than Superman did. She had even crouched down so that she was closer to Billy’s level on the floor.

“Κατευθύνομαι σε ένα ασφαλές σπίτι. Θα θέλατε να γίνετε μέλος μας;” (I’m heading to a safe house. Would you like to join us?)

Diana waited patently for Marvel to respond, as he looked around at the heroes. Superman was very specifically not looking at him, either that or the wall was the most interesting thing in the world to him. Batman was engaged in a conversation with the Flash and Nightwing, and Red Hood and Robin were sulking in the shadows.

“Είναι σύμμαχοί μου, δεν θα σας κάνουμε κακό. Έχεις το λόγο μου ως Πριγκίπισσα.” (They are my allies, we will do you no harm. You have my word as a Princess.)

Billy turned to look Diana dead in the eye while pointing to Superman and saying “Έχει άβολη γεύση” (It has an unpleasant taste).

Diana followed his direction and looked over at Superman, who was doing anything to avoid looking at Baby Marvel, and struggled to keep from laughing.

“Λοιπόν, δεν πρέπει να τον φας αγαπητέ. Δεν είναι βρώσιμος.” (Well you mustn’t eat him dear. He isn’t edible.)

Billy looked over at him, still desperately ignoring the two of them looking at him.

“γιατί δεν πάμε να ζητήσουμε συγγνώμη.” (Why don’t we go and apologize.) She stood up and held out her hand for Marvel to grab. Billy reached out and did what he thought a scared kid would do. He wanted to bite, but he didn’t want to be mean to Diana, she was like his sister! So, he grabbed her hand with both of his and clung tightly to her.

When they approached Superman he knelt down before finally looking at Billy and offering a small smile.

“Λυπάμαι που δαγκώνω.” (I’m sorry for biting.) Superman just blinked for a few minutes, before Diana was able to translate.

“He says that he is sorry for biting you Kal.”

“Ah, it’s no problem kiddo, we were both just worried.” When Diana went and translated Superman’s forgiveness, and knelt down besides him.

Billy plopped down on the floor and curled up next to Diana. He loved cuddling with his family, and Diana was always so comforting.

Diana and Kal engaged him in conversation, with Diana allowing for translation between the two when Flash sped over.

“Hey y’all how’s it, Woah!”

For the crime of sneaking up on Billy and startling him, his punishment was to be kicked. Unfortunately with the man moving at superspeed, Billy missed, but the effort and message was there.

“Sorry there kiddo, didn’t mean to scare you!”

Billy just stared up at him with big eyes as he apologized and crouched down.

“The names Flash, can I chat with Diana real quick?”

Billy could hear Mercury gushing over how lovely flash was, and how proud he is to have helped create the speedsters, and saying many other not very PG 13 things about him.

Billy just ignored him as Diana translated, and was ready to just chill with Diana while they talked, until she got up and walked away with Flash. Superman must have seen the anxiety in his eyes, as he talked calmy to him. He talked on about the weather and the fact that his dog was playing catch and maybe they could meet one day. It was all boring stuff, but Billy didn’t mind, he wasn’t supposed to be able to understand it any ways.

“All righty, where’s the little bugger?” Billy perked up at the familiar British accent. Constantine was here! He’d fix this right up and then he wouldn’t have to make Batman angry about magic in the watchtower!

He almost ran over to Constintine, but decided not to. It’s not like he doesn’t like his kid form, it’s just… he gets treated like a kid already, and Marvel is the only one that gets treated like an adult. He kinda misses it.

“He’s over here Constantine, don’t startle him, he’s got good reflexes,” snickers Superman waving over the magician. Diana came back to crouch beside Billy and began speaking to him.

“Ο σύντροφός μου ο Κωνσταντίνος θα κάνει κάποια μαγικά για να αντιστρέψει αυτό που είναι πάνω σου. Θα καθίσετε ακίνητος για αυτό;” (My partner Constantine is going to do some magic to reverse what is on you. Will you sit still for this?)

Billy nodded his head, the gods groaned, they weren’t done causing chaos, but they never were, so he just ignored it.

Constantine didn’t bother introducing himself, just getting the materials out and setting it up around Billy. Superman and Diana backed up out of his way, but stayed near by for support. Wither the support was for Constantine or him Billy didn’t know.

Standing up tall and holding his hands out in front of him, Constantine began to speak,

“ .mrof tluda sih ot kcab noipmahC eht nruT” (Turn the Champion back to his adult form.)

Tingling and a prickling sensation shot through him, and a small sphere of golden light appeared around him.

The floor swayed under him, wait no- that’s just Billy swaying. But, he was much higher visually than before. And a lot larger. Billy would be relived, if he could quell the nausea in his stomach.

“Marvel, how are you feeling?”

He brought a hand up to motion for them to pause, but had to put it back down to keep from falling over.

“Mmhm, gim’e sec.” he muttered. Taking slow and deep breathes, Marvel waited patiently for the world to stop acting like a boat on the sea. He could feel a hand on his shoulder as someone knelt besides him.

“Are you feeling ill brother?”

It was Diana, thank the Gods for her. Marvel nodded, and then looked up.

“Just give me a minute Di, I’ll be good.” His smile was a little shaky, but he felt it could be excused.

“Marvel, why don’t you take the rest of the day off? You can come write your report tomorrow.”

He got up and stretched, being small really felt weird when you went back to being big suddenly.

“Thanks Supes, I think I’l take you up on that, see you tomorrow.”

“Will you be alright heading back? Perhaps an escort would do you well.” Marvel shook off Diana’s worry with a wave.

“No, I’m feeling a bit better already, it won’t be an issue. I’ll just skip patrolling today.” Marvel headed for the doors and slipped out, waving goodbye to everyone as they went back to talking and moving around with the two guys.

‘I wonder why there were so many people there. They can’t have al come to pick me up. I can ask about it tomorrow.’

The next day Marvel strolled into the Watchtower feeling much better.

“Hey guys! How’s it going!”

“Ah Marvel! I’m glad to see you’re doing all right, Flash was telling us what happened earlier.” Hal was talking to Flash, who was clearly telling an animated story, apparently about the day before.

“Ah yeah, thanks for the assist guys. Why were there so many of you though? I couldn’t have been that difficult to catch.” Marvel knew he was definitely that difficult to catch, but how could they have figured it out.

“Oh, Batsy hacked into the cams and saw what was going on, and ran a background check on the guys when we got ready to pick you up. Turns out they were Meta traffickers who had a few points in child sex trafficking as well. We got real worried about ya and ran on over to help. Diana wasn’t very happy so they’re all pretty much in the hospital, and those who aren’t are firmly in jail.”

Marvel’s eyebrows shot up at that information. He’d known they were meta traffickers, but not child sex traffickers! He’s kinda glad that Diana had busted in when she did, otherwise who knows what would’ve happened. And he’s glad he still was able to get them caught, even if it wasn’t his intention.

“Well, I guess I owe Diana and Bats a thank you present huh,” he joked weakly, and Flash just patted his arm.

“It’s alright Marvel, I’m sure they’re just glad you didn’t get ah… sold to someone with bad intentions.” Flash was quick to exit the awkward conversation, and so was Hal.

Marvel just sighed, he’s still getting those thank you presents, and maybe he’s add a small something for Flash for trying to help at least. But right now he needs to write his report.

So, Plot Idea.

For one reason or another. Captain Marvel (Aka; non-feral Billy Batson) has to with the JL fight against someone or whatnot. Yet, somehow, he accidentally gets de-aged.

But the twist.

He does not just go back to little sweet mortal Billy Batson; no Captain Marvel form becomes younger. And he not the same age as Billy, it more between the ages of 6-8, instead of Billys actual 10-12 year of age. For the cherry on top is that he is dressed in traditional clothing, as it makes him seem older than he actually is. But since Soloman was like let’s give you something as cool as Eldrich Memory, he remembers everything.

But because he knows what happened doesn’t mean he would not stir shit up.

He looks around confused (playing his role), then the villain starts their monolog. And Billy is like ok, time for some fun, and curb stomps the villain all why laughing. The rest of the JL are just watching in horror as a 6-8 year old is beating the life out of the emery with such ease. When they try to calm the child, only to have a hiss and Billy acting like the true feral cat he is, because he has ‘no idea who they are’. He even goes as far as speaking a very old and dead language that they don’t understand.

All why this is happening his gods are laughing and egging him on.

#billy batson #dc captain marvel #justice league #dc #feral child #Divine twitch chat #writers #my writing #writers on tumblr #dc fanart #dc fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

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project1939 · 1 year ago

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(Ricky reads an English book to Lucy, top, Beat the Clock stunt with pies, 2nd level down, Christmas with Our Miss Brooks, 3rd level down, my two crush panelists, Arlene Francis and Robert Lewis on What's My Line?, 4th level down, the whole panel, bottom.)

Day 91- TV and Radio:

TV:

Beat the Clock, “Best Stunts of 1952,” December 27th, 1952.

Our Miss Brooks, season 1, episode 13, “Christmas Show,” December 27th, 1952.

What’s My Line?, season 3, “Sally Rand,” December 28th, 1952.

I Love Lucy, season 2, episode 13, “Lucy Hires an English Tutor,” December 29th, 1952.

Radio:

The Phil Harris and Alice Faye Show, “New Year’s Eve Party at the Harris’,” December 28th, 1952.

Suspense, “Melody in Dreams,” December 29th, 1952.

Fibber McGee and Molly, “New Year’s Dance at the Country Club,” December 30th, 1952.

The Great Gildersleeve, “New Year’s Eve with Peavey,” December 31st, 1952.

Wow, this is it! These are the final radio and TV episodes of Project 1952! On the radio, I said goodbye to some of my favorite shows. I’ve gone on at length about my love for Alice Faye. I still wish she’d gotten more time on her own show, though. Fibber McGee and Molly was hands down one of my very favorite shows of any genre. It’s just always consistently funny, the running jokes slay me, and I adore the cast of eccentric characters with funny names.

The episode of I Love Lucy today was a really good one. Lucy wants everyone to take English lessons so the baby learns to speak good English. She has Ricky read a children’s book, to see how it will sound. The book has the words “bough,” “rough,” “cough,” “row,” and “through,” causing Ricky understandable frustration at the ridiculous spelling and pronunciation of English!

Beat the Clock recycled the stunts that were voted best by both the audience and the contestants. It was fun- of course there were whipped cream pies falling on husbands’ faces!

What’s My Line? has lately had a fill-in panelist for Hal Block named Robert Lewis. He’s dreamy, I gotta say. He gives off a nerdy Gregory Peck vibe, and I’m here for it. He sits right next to my main crush of the show, the impossibly elegant Arlene Francis. Today’s occupations were a tax collector, a man who makes mud packs for facials, and a lady who ran a pool room. Sally Rand was the celebrity- I hadn’t heard of her, but I guess she was a famous burlesque dancer, known for risqué feather dances and popping balloon outfits!

Our Miss Brooks was the funniest one I’ve seen yet. It is definitely a well produced, well written, and well-acted show. It’s not as stratospherically good as I Love Lucy, but it was made by the same production team, so you can see similar high quality. I’m looking forward to watching more, because I bought the DVD of the first season.

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#project1952 #1952 #project1952 day 91 #project1952 final day #i love lucy #fibber mcgee and molly #what's my line tv #our miss brooks

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dev0nhunt · 2 years ago

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Reflecting on Harry's Residency Show and a Life Update

And yes, I know I haven’t been active for eight months.

First and foremost I want to explain why I haven’t published a single blog post in over eight months. I wish I had a really badass explanation like I was in a coma because I saved a bus full of school children from starving zoo animals but the explanation is much more boring and lame than that.

I got busy and forgot about this site.

In my defense though, I graduated university in December and right after graduation I went on vacation to England for almost a month and since I’ve gotten back I’ve been applying to jobs like crazy. I haven’t been lucky to get an interview yet but that’s a large reason why I started to write on this site again. Even though this isn’t paying me I look at it as a type of job. An outlet of sorts. So let’s talk about a couple things I’ve done since last August:

I saw Harry Styles thrice within one week!

The first show that I saw was on January 27th which was originally scheduled to be on November 6th but was postponed because of illness. This show is extremely special to me because it included numerous firsts. One of them being it was my first time not only driving down to Los Angeles by myself (I’ve been numerous times with family) but also my first time attending a show at the Kia Forum. Since I do live smack dab in the middle of California I tend to drive up to Northern California for concerts because it’s much closer and an easier drive. The day of the show everything seemed to go perfectly. I got into LA around 3pm and waited in my hotel until an hour before the show was due to start at 8. Walking up to the legendary and historic Kia Forum was in one way romantic but also made me feel apprehensive and anxious. I do believe there’s always a lot of anxiety in seeing your favorite artists in concert. There’s the idea of whether your fave is going up to live up to expectations but I think it’s much deeper than that. For example, for a lot of people including myself it feels like our favorite artist knows more things about you than any other person in your life. And yes I know I speak at length about the dangers of parasocial relationships with celebrities but it’s in a lot ways inescapable especially in the age of social media. We turn to our favorite artist in our darkest days and our brightest. We turn to them when we’re driving in our cars and when we’re walking our dogs. So because of all of this it makes seeing these figures in concert a spiritual experience.

At that point I hadn’t been to any of his residency shows in LA so I really didn’t know what to expect. After buying some merch and taking it back to my car I walked through security and up to the Forum employee so she could scan my ticket on my phone. But the worst thing that could happen happened. I clicked on my phone to open Ticketmaster and my phone was completely frozen. Frozen on a wallpaper of Harry Styles lifting his arm up and looking out in the distance. It was as if Harry himself was looking at the crowd of people walking into the venue telling me “You could be them too if only your phone was working.” I stood at the edge of the walkway holding down the power button and volume button trying to restart my phone to no avail. At this point the show was going to start in half an hour and I was stuck outside the arena. Fans walked past me wondering why there was someone sweating profusely while white knuckling his cell phone and cursing underneath his breath. I explained my predicament to a Forum employee on the verge of tears who told me that someone at the box office could help me with what was going on. I walked back past security and over to the box office where a group of a dozen or so girls waited to see if the box office was going to release any more tickets for that night's show. After explaining what was going to the box office employee I hand over my cell phone to him and after doing a hard reset of my phone (something I wasn’t familiar with at that point) my phone goes black for a couple seconds and my Harry Styles wallpaper once again lights up the screen. Harry once again is looking out at the distance this time telling me "Get your ass inside the venue the show's about to start." I finally take a deep breath for the first time in ten minutes. I'm relieved. After going through security for a second time and finally being able to scan my ticket, I walked around the outside of the Forum snapping pictures and admiring other people’s outfits. When I finally walked inside the Kia Forum my first thought was “Wow, it’s smaller and more intimate than I thought.” Wet Leg, a band that I was a fan of and extremely excited to see open for Harry did exceptionally well. Their entire set was killer and the band was able to connect with the audience in a way that many openers fail to do so. After Wet Leg performed there occurred the moment in time in-between the opener and the main act where the entire audience is on the edge of their seats (literally and figuratively). An edging of sorts that finally gets released when the performer gets on stage and the first note of their opening song plays.

Harry hidden in a box gets wheeled underneath the stage,

Closerr

The arena goes dark and the video montage plays,

Closerrrrr

Harry rises from the middle of the stage and the first note of "Daydreaming" plays,

Release

The show to no one’s surprise was amazing. Hearing songs like “Daylight” and “Satellite” live for the first time was magical. It was also seeing him again at a smaller venue than the last time that I saw him that made me appreciate the intimacy of his shows in the States. Where he’s performed stadiums around the world with quadruple the capacity of the Kia Forum it’s made me admire Harry's versatility as a performer so much more. I imagine there are performers that go off and start to perform at stadiums and forget how to capture the attention of a smaller audience. But Harry isn’t one of those performers. And I truly believe that shows just how amazingly talented of a performer he is.

After the show, I walked back to my car to wait an hour stuck in the parking lot. As I waited in my car and put on a podcast as background noise I grew excited because I was about to see Harry again in four days in Palm Springs. It was time to get ready for his birthday show…

#concert #harry styles #music #one direction #1direction

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forever-rogue · 2 years ago

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I love all the fics with Eddie! How about Eddie with an introverted,soft spoken gf? Like gets flustered with every sweet gesture Eddie gives her, and craves his affection but to shy to say it🥺

AN | I saw this and went oh soft…so we have softness! And I think I may have discovered my new favorite name for Eddie! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language, Allusions to some spice

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“What’s wrong?” Eddie’s soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts, which you had been deeply buried in. You were sitting next to him at lunch, listening to the conversation around you, but had gotten distracted once you’d looked at his hands. They were nice hands. Very nice hands. The simple realization had led you down a quick rabbit hole of studying his ring adorned fingers, and how they felt holding your hand, around your throat, and all over your body. But you’d never admit that out loud. No, nah, nope.

“Nothing,” your voice sounded small as you offered him a meek smile, but he knew you better than that, “just zoned out.”

“Just zoned out,” he leaned his body towards yours and gave you a knowing little smile. He dropped his voice so only you could hear him, “or were you thinking about me touching you? I saw you staring at my hands, sweetheart. I know you like them.”

“Eddie,” your entire face felt like it was on fire as your mouth dropped open nervously, “n-no. I told you, just zoned out.”

“Okay,” he brought his hand to your face, gently stroking your cheek to allow you to feel the cool metal of his rings. Before you could protest any further, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, “my sweet girl.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you quickly looked around at the rest of the table. Lucky for you, they were all engaged in their own little conversations and hadn’t paid any attention to you or Eddie. It wasn’t that you didn’t want his affection - his very open affections - but you were just…shy. You hated the idea of any attention being cast on you unless absolutely necessary. And yet, Eddie still made you feel like the only thing in the world that mattered.

The bell soon rang, and you let out a small sigh of relief as you grabbed your backpack to head off to your afternoon classes. His fingers wrapped around your wrist as he gently held you back, “Eds?”

“See you tonight?” he asked softly as the thought of your movie and pizza date night caused an excited shiver to run down your spine. You nodded happily and the smile on his face was enough to make you melt, “I’ll be at yours at eight, yeah?”

“See you then,” you kissed his cheek once you made sure that no one was paying you any attention, “bye for now, love.”

“Bye for now, baby.”

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Cuddled up in bed next to Eddie had to be the best thing in the entire world. You were tucked under a warm, fluffy blanket, leaning against the headboard of your bed as you watched a random movie he had picked out. The pizza had long been gone, the empty box sitting on the floor next to your bed. You were leaning up against him and he had one arm draped around your shoulders.

Every once in a while, you would steal a glance at his hand, tempted to take it and hold it, and to lace your fingers in with his. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it; what if he didn’t want to hold your hand? What if he was perfectly fine just like this?

Almost as if he could read your mind, he pulled his arm from around your shoulder and put his hand on the top of the blanket, reaching for your hand and enveloping it in his much larger one. His hand was warm and soft, despite his calloused fingertips from years of playing the guitar. He was watching your reaction, watching as the smile spread across your face.

“Hey,” he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “you can just take my hand next time. No need to be shy, pretty girl, I’m already yours.”

“I know,” you peeked up at him and found that he was watching you with a soft expression, a mischievous little twinkle in his eye. You never pushed too hard or too far, but Eddie always gave and gave and gave. He was never shy about showing you any sort of affection, either verbal or physical. But there were times when you just craved his touch, wanted to be connected to him somehow. Your own awkward timidness kept you from doing so. But tonight you felt different - more bold - and decided to push your own limits a little bit.

You dropped his hand and shifted slightly so you were sitting and facing him. There was a curious look in his eyes, but he remained silent and didn’t push you. Instead, you leaned in and put your hand on his face before kissing him. Hard. It took by surprise for just a moment before he kissed you back, matching your languid pace and letting you be in control.

What had started off as saccharine and gentle quickly turned into much and your kisses were slowly becoming more heated, both of you breathing heavily, and you were positive that he was moaning ever so slightly into your mouth.

Unable to stop yourself, you crawled into his lap, settling your hands on his shoulders while his settled on your waist, under the hem of your shirt and on your soft skin. He surprised, pleasantly so, by you taking charge and taking what you need. When you were both breathless with chests heaving you pulled back for a moment and looked into his eyes, “Eddie.”

“May I?” he trailed his fingers along your jaw and down your neck before delicately wrapping his hand around your throat, just enough so you could feel the slightest bit of pressure. You nodded and his lips were back on you in a split second, trailing from your jaw and down the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping and sucking to leave the faintest of marks. He knew you’d hate having such obvious exposed ones, but he knew that you wouldn’t mind a few that were hidden just for the two of you.

He felt your hands grip his shoulders more tightly, and he was smiling against you. You couldn’t hold back the soft, quiet little moans that bubbled up, your whole body feeling it was on fire. Before it got too far, you moved a hand to his chest and gently pushed him back. He stopped immediately and checked to make sure you were doing okay, “baby?”

“Everything’s fine,” you promised, gently carding a hand through his messy waves, “but I…Eddie…I-I want to be in charge tonight. I-if that’s okay?”

“Yes,” his answer came through in a heady breath as he nodded. He was trying not to completely combust underneath you, “fuck yes. Take what you need, sweetheart. Don’t ever hold back from asking for what you need.”

You were practically beaming at him before moving down his thighs and pushing him to lie back down, “I love you, honey boy.”

“I love you.”

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The doorbell rang and almost caused you to jump out of your seat. You’d been invested in your book, and home alone, lost to the quiet stillness of the morning. You swallowed your bite before hesitantly walking to the door, looking through the peephole. When you didn’t notice anything, you slowly opened the door…and a small bouquet of flowers was pressed in front of you.

“Surprise,” Eddie moved them to the side so you could see his face. You instantly felt tears pricking at the back of your eyes at the gesture, slowly talking them from him. He could see your eyes grow glossy and immediately wondered if something was wrong, “d-don’t cry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No,” you promised as you gently kissed him, “you didn’t upset me at all. It’s just…this is so sweet, Eddie. No one’s ever gotten me flowers before.”

“Never?” you shook your head as he tutted gently, “well, I am absolutely going to make sure to change that. The prettiest girl deserves the prettiest flowers.”

“And they’re daisies,” you touched a few of the petals gently, “I love daisies.”

“I know,” he looked so happy, “you told me once. I don’t think you meant to specifically tell me, but you mentioned it in passing.”

“And you remembered.”

“‘course I did,” he kissed your forehead, “and I’m hoping you’re still free today because I have a whole day of fun planned for us.”

“Yes,” you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to contain the sheer happiness that he provided. He was like your own personal ray of sunshine, “yes.”

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It was a hot summer day, and the two of you, along with the friends you’d made including Steve, Robin, Nancy and the small gaggle of children, had decided to spend the day at the lake. You were spread out on a big, fluffy towel, eyes closed as you let the sun warm you after swimming in the cool water for what seemed like hours.

You felt the towel move slightly as someone plopped down next to you. There wasn’t any need to even look over and see who it was - you already knew it was Eddie. He remained silent, but you knew he was studying you intently, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“What a shame I didn’t bring the polaroid,” he feigned exasperation before he leaned over you, “think of all the pretty pictures I could take to add to my private collection.”

“Eddie,” you opened one eye to find that there was a wicked grin on his face, “behave yourself, we’re in public!”

“You’re no fun,” his tease was light as he leaned down to quickly kiss you, “have you put on sunscreen?”

“Yes,” you promised, “before we went swimming.”

“Well that was hours ago, and you need to reapply it,” he reached into the bag you’d brought along and fished out the bottle of sunscreen. He was always looking out for you, always making sure you were okay before even thinking about himself, “come on, baby. Sit up.”

“Eddie,” his name was a pathetic whine as you held out your arms so he could pull you up, “help me, please.”

“Alright,” he snorted in amusement before gently pulling you into an upright position so you were sitting next to him, “you wanna put it on or do you want me to?”

You looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to either of you. You gave him a shy smile before pushing the bottle towards his hand, “I don’t want to miss any spots.”

“Sure,” he hummed in amusement as he poured some of the lotion into his hands, letting it warm up momentarily before starting to work it onto your skin. He put a layer on your legs, tickling them as he worked his way up - an accident, he lied - before working it into your arms. He stopped for a moment when he got to your chest, his hand slowing for a moment, “baby-”

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you whispered, “nothing you haven’t touched before.”

“Look at you, little minx,” he shook his head before continuing his ministrations, gently working it into your skin. And maybe lingering slightly longer than necessary near your breasts, which only caused you to dramatically roll your eyes, “you started it!”

“Mhmm,” you shifted so he could get your back, almost shivering under his gentle touch. He’d mapped out every bit of your skin many times before, with his hands and with his lips, and knew exactly how to touch you and what parts made you weak. By the time he was done, you were biting the inside of your cheek to keep from moaning out loud, “there you go. Now you definitely won’t get sunburnt.”

“Cheeky,” you turned back so you were facing him, leaning in to kiss him softly, “you have no self control.”

“It’s not my fault you like when I touch you so much,” he raised an eyebrow at you, causing you both to laugh, “pretty girl.”

“My turn,” you grabbed the bottle before he could protest. He watched with an amused grin as you dribbled the lotion directly onto his skin before taking your sweet time to work in. You were trying to take your time but also trying not to get too lost in him. You could count each little freckle on his chest, tracing your finger over his tattoos, and took probably longer than necessary at the waistband of his swim trunks, where the dark trail of hair disappeared. You could feel him shudder under your featherlight touch, “what’s the matter, honey boy? Is it too much?”

“You’re doing that on purpose…”

“And?” your voice was sticky sweet as you dabbed a little bit on his cheeks and nose before kissing him lightly, “is it too much? Are you getting shy on me now?”

“Nope,” he insisted meekly to which you only made a small sound before covering his back. You remained silent, listening to the changes in his breathing with each little touch of your hands until you were all finished, “you realize I’m going to get you back for this, right?”

“Is that a threat?” you whispered in his ear, “don’t seem very scary to me.”

“Oh, it’s on,” he insisted right back. He liked you like this, unafraid and unbothered with anything else. It was a good look on you, and he was glad to be the one to help bring it out in you, “I love you.”

“I love you, Eds.”

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School assemblies might have been the worst thing ever. Everyone gathered together for a waste of time…but at least you were able to get out of class for a little while. You were sitting on the bleachers next to Eddie, hand resting on the hard plastic next to his. His own hand, so large and warm, was just close enough so that his pinky was brushing against yours in a silent little display of affection. Every once in a while you chanced a little glance at your hands and it brought a smile to your face.

As you listened to whoever was talking drone on, you zoned out again, thinking about the main thing that was on your mind as usual. Eddie. Before thinking too much about it, or letting your overthinking get the best of you, you flipped his hand over and put yours on top of his before entwining your fingers. He didn’t say anything, but you could see the smile on his face growing as he squeezed your hand back.

Before too long, you could feel a few curious glances being cast your way, before they turned back and started whispering. This was why you didn’t like attention and preferred to stay out of the spotlight. But you also knew that you couldn’t just let people continue to make you feel like this. There was no reason for it.

You leaned forward toward the one of the girls you’d seen gawking, and gently tapped her shoulder, “is there a problem, Sarah?”

Her face contorted in surprise at your question; you weren’t usually one to confront anyone else. She raised an eyebrow before looking at your hand in Eddie’s. Ahh. Of course, “didn’t know you were dating the town freak. Did he force you into his cult since you’re too pathetic to say no?”

“What the fuck is your problem?” you hissed at her, “you don’t even know him. What has he ever done to you? Besides sell you the weed you like?”

Her cheeks reddened at your words, and she looked around to make sure no one had overheard, “keep it quiet!”

“Why?” you asked, “so you can continue to act like a huge bitch? I don’t think so. You don't know him or anything about him, how can you even say anything when you have no clue?"

“You know, you're a lot more likeable when you're quiet,” she rolled her eyes before turning around, “before you fucked the freak. Maybe it's good that you found each other."

You’d pulled your hand from his, and had clenched into a fist. The sheer fact that she was choosing to be so horrible, along with so many other students, just because Eddie happened to be different from the norm was infuriating. You weren’t one to condone violence, but the temptation to just smack her across the face was high. You could just do it…it would be all too easy.

“Hey,” he leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of your head before whispering so just you could hear, “it’s okay. Don’t worry about them - fuck ‘em.”

You turned to face him and let your hand relax and unclench before reaching up to touch his cheek. He sighed into your touch which only caused your heart to melt even more. You were so in love with him, “okay. But I hear one more thing and someone’s ass is getting kicked.”

“There’s my girl.”

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You knocked on his door, rocking back and forth on your heels in excitement. It had only been a few hours since you'd seen him, but that didn't mean you hadn't missed him. You listened for his footsteps and as soon as he opened the door you almost knocked him over in a giant hug, "my honey boy! I've missed you."

"We've been apart for maybe five hours," he tenderly cradled your face in his hands before kissing you with a series of soft pecks, "I missed you too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nudged your nose with his before pulling you inside, "I picked up pizza for dinner, hopefully that's okay?"

"More than," you agreed before throwing off your sneakers and flopping onto the couch.

"Did you…wanna stay the night?"

"Depends," you gave him your best doe eyes, "can I steal some of your clothes?"

"Anytime."

"Then yes," you grinned happily, "I mean I would have said yes either way, but I like wearing your clothes. They always smell like you."

"I hope that's a good thing…"

"Of course," you were spread out on the couch, watching him bounce around the kitchen to grab everything for the pizza, "clean linen, your cologne, and cigarettes. All you.”

“You’re weird,” he shook his head in amusement as he brought over two plates full of pizza, “I think I’ll keep you around. I like it.”

“Very funny,” you moved over so he could sit next to you. As soon as you took a big bite, you could feel his eyes on you. You chewed quickly before swallowing and looking at him sheepishly, “it’s rude to stare, Munson. Something on my face?”

“No - well yes - here,” he used his thumb to wipe away a bit of sauce from the corner of your mouth, “that’s not why I was…you were ready to beat that girl down today. For me.”

“I dunno if I would have really done anything,” you shrugged him off as he looked at you with what could only be described as heart eyes, “it just made me mad. They all judge without knowing you, and so many other people, without even getting to know them. It's so stupid and annoying. And it feels stupid and petty to get annoyed over that but…I'm just tired of it. I hate - you know I hate all the unnecessary attention- but I'm not going to let people walk all over me, or you, or our friends, you know?"

He was smiling now, grin so large he could contain it, "you know its pretty hot when you get all protective. I like it. Should get you all bothered more often…"

"Eddie," you stuck your tongue out at him before setting your plate down and taking his as well. He didn't stop you as you pushed him down on the couch before you straddled his waist, "is that really what you want?"

"I mean…I'm not opposed to this," his hands were skimming along your thighs as you leaned down to kiss him. Before you could pull back, he gently tugged you closer, "you know I love you, right? Like always, not just when you're all…feisty. I love every version of you, every part of you."

"I know, my honey boy," you nuzzled your face against his, "I love you too, every version of you too - who you were, are, and will be."

"Kiss me?"

"Always."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #st

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butwhyduh · 2 years ago

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Hello! I absolutely adore your stories! ❤️💖 I was hoping you could write a funny batsis (who is the biological daughter of Batman and is between Dick and Jason in age) story about her getting caught in one morning (or whenever) doing some "bedsheet sparring" with like Conner Kent or someone with powers that shouldn't be in gotham without Batman's permission (lol) and her entire family are who catch her because it's her birthday or something and they came in to surprise her with breakfast! I think it would be hilarious!

Warning cuz it has smut lol

Batsis x Kon kent

Conner pulled you on his lap, setting the pace faster than your hips wanted to go, pulling a moan from your lips. He quickly swallowed it in a rough kiss. He could feel the way you were clenching tight around him, 4th time that night (technically morning) to be exact, that you were going cum soon.

“Oh Kon!” You whimpered while throwing your head back and clenching him tightly. Conner groaned and thrust up to find his own high. You rocked together in pleasure. He could hear your heart pounding in your chest and feel the sheen on sweat on your body that this was the last round. You were only human after all.

A loud rapping at the front door made you jump. You looked at Conner confused. Who was at your door at 6 in the morning? You grabbed your robe as you climbed off Conner.

Conner used his x Ray vision to look thru the door, “babe, that’s your-“

“My baby sister’s birthday!” Called Dick thru the door. “Open up!”

You froze and looked at Conner who was clearly debouched and oozing sex from every pore and you knew you didn’t look much better. You tried to smooth your hair down and you grabbed a wet paper towel to wipe at the streaked makeup from the night before that you’d been too busy to remove. You hadn’t gone to bed yet.

You and Conner had gone partying and hadn’t gotten home until past 2 am and you both had gone to bed but certainly not to sleep.

“Answer the door! I know you hear me!” Dick called.

“Maybe she doesn’t want her brothers to bother her,” Jason replied. Fuck, both of them??

“Maybe she was actually out partying all night and is dead asleep right now,” Tim added. That was when you knew that Conner was going to die that day. Your birthday. The windows on the small apartment were all on one side that were visible from the front door so no flying away.

He was hastily throwing on his pants and shirt before moving to your bedroom closet. You pulled it close while calling to your brothers, “just a minute!”

A final look in the mirror caused you to blanch at the sight of a fresh hickey on your collarbone that you hurried to cover with your robe. There was no way that wasn’t going to be visible today. Your heart pounded like you were tracking killer Croc when you opened the door.

Dick, Jason, and Tim were standing there with balloons, a box from a bakery, and a present bag.

“Hi,” you said. You suddenly realized how much water you needed. You were just lucky to not pull something with everything Conner had done to you.

“Woah sleep head,” Jason teased while handing you the cupcake box as he walked in. Dick and Tim followed.

“Well it is a little early,” you admitted. “Wha-what brings you here? Now?”

“We wanted to tell you happy birthday first,” Dick said and you huffed out a laugh with a nod.

“Right,” you said. “And you figured the crack of dawn was a good idea because…”

“Tim couldn’t sleep and you didn’t reply to his meme so we came down,” Jason finally answered.

“Seriously? You do know I’m a big girl that can take care of myself, right?” You replied with a huff. You sat on the arm of the couch as exhaustion finally hit. It made sense. You’d been up 27 hours straight, danced at clubs for hours, and then bed acrobats for half the night with your literal superhuman boyfriend. And when was the last time you had anything to drink.

“We know but it’s nice to see you without the whole family,” Dick added.

“Without Damian, bruce, and Alfred you mean?” You said.

“Maybe,” Tim shrugged. “Are you hungry? We can go get food? A waffle house?” He suggested. It did sound good but so did spooning with your boyfriend until midday.

“I don’t know. I’m a little tired,” you said and that was a hell of an understatement.

“We’re all tired. Get dressed. Get waffles. And then take a nap before Bruce’s party,” Jason said, tossing you your bag. You caught it but your robe dipped down your shoulder.

“What the hell?” Dick said. They all stared at the mark clearly visible before you yanked it up your shoulder.

“Who did that? Is that why you’re tired? Did we interrupt a booty call?” Jason asked.

“Ew, booty call?” Tim said to Jason who pointed at you and shrugged.

“No! No one did anything. It’s none of your business,” you stammered.

“Is he or she going to the party tonight?” Dick asked. “Are they in here?”

Your eyes widened involuntarily. “That’s none of your-“

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Jason called as he and Tim started looking over the apartment.

“Stop them,” you begged Dick.

“They’re really here now? This whole time?” Dick asked.

“Jason, don’t!” You called as he went in your bedroom. Tim followed him and you ran after them. “Don’t!” You gasped just as he opened the closet door to show Conner Kent standing beside your shirts. His shirt was on backwards and he definitely looked like he recently had sex.

“You?” Jason said roughly with clear shock. Dick blinked and froze.

“Wow,” Tim added. “You’re gonna die today.”

“Stop it,” you said pushing Jason from the closet. He moved with your shove but he wasn’t the one you should have watched. Dick shoved Conner in the closet and punched him in his face before you could act.

“Dick!” You gasped in shock. Dick groaned and shook his hand but to his credit, Conner rubbed his lip where he was hit too.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Dick replied angrily to you. He stormed out of the room.

“Hey!” You called after him. You turned to Tim and Jason. “I don’t even know why he’s mad. I’m an adult.”

“That’s just being a big brother,” Jason said patting you on the shoulder. “Come on Tim. We’ll see her tonight. Happy birthday.”

“Jason!”

“Bye,” Tim said with a little wave before both left.

“Kon,” you said, looking up at him feeling lost. He simply pulled you into a hug.

“Let’s take a nap and we’ll fix it when they aren’t as mad,” he suggested. You let him pull you to bed where you hugged him tight. He ran his hands along your back before you finally fell asleep.

You woke a few hours later with a strong arm wrapped around you and you could feel your body hot and sweaty. Your robe was still on. The events of the night flooded back in your memory. You groaned and leaned into Conner who hugged you and kissed your temple, half asleep.

“Morning,” he said in a sexy husky morning voice.

“Morning. I can’t go to this thing today. I’ll cancel dinner and say I’m sick,” you said. Conner sighed.

“And hurt Bruce’s feelings that his little girl doesn’t want him around on her birthday?”

“Crap. What do I do?”

“If I could suggest,” he said, sitting up on his elbows as you still laid on his chest. “Bring me as your date. You didn’t introduce me because of your brothers, right? Now that isn’t a problem anymore.”

“That’s…. A good idea, actually,” you said after a second.

“That would sound insulting if I didn’t know you,” he muttered as you hurried out of bed.

“Bring you as my date and then Dick can’t get mad because you’re my boyfriend, not some random guy. We won’t have to sneak around anymore; even though that’s fun. Dad never needs to know any details because the boys telling him would just be weird. Conner,” you said, cupping his face. “You’re a genius!” You kissed him with a grin.

“And yet, I feel like a pawn,” he muttered as you tossed him a dress shirt.

“We need a shower,” you said, ignoring his commentary.

“Together? I’m interested in that,” he replied causing you to roll your eyes.

“We were ‘together’ all night. As long as the shower doesn’t lead to anything else then fine,” you replied.

“I mean, I also just enjoy seeing you naked so there’s that,” he said with a shrug.

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The dinner was far from small. Your birthday party was a great event to invite Wayne Enterprise investors and frequent private donors to your favorite charities. Bruce had decorated the ballroom in your favorite color and theme. It was beautiful and full of people in fancy dress.

Conner adjusted his tie. “Shouldn’t have worn this stupid tie. That guy isn’t wearing one,” he motioned towards a man in the crowd. Jason had already flipped Conner off from across the crowd and Dick ‘accidentally’ knocked his drink from his hand with his own bandaged hand.

“He’s publicity. Not a guest,” you said quietly with an eye roll while straightening the tie. “And you want to make a good impression to my father.”

“I’m already preparing to get my ass beat by Batman,” Conner muttered under his breath.

“No. It’ll be Bruce Wayne and if you don’t take the hit and break his hand, then Batman will beat your ass later,” you replied. “But none of that will happen if you act like a polite journalist from Kansas.”

“I have many reason to hate that cover but it’s fine for now. Oh god, here he comes,” Conner said, standing straight as Bruce walked thru the crowd.

“Sweetheart,” Bruce said warmly, giving you a hug. “Kent,” he added, looking at Conner suspiciously over your shoulder.

“Hi Mr Wayne,” Conner replied. Bruce glared at him.

“Why is he here?”

“Dad,” you chided. “Conner is here as my.. date,” you said with a nervous smile. You watched Bruce Wayne go thru every emotion a man could have in 30 seconds.

“I see,” Bruce replied coldly. Your heart froze.

Conner looked between you both.

“Kent. You better treat her well or I’ll put a boot so far up your ass, you’ll taste kryptonite,” Bruce said calmly before walking away to talk to another guest.

“I’m gonna die,” Conner whimpered. “I had to date Batman’s daughter and now I’m gonna die.”

#friday night smut #conner kent x reader #Superboy x reader #superboy smut #Conner kent smut #dc smut #batboy brothers

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drifting-pieces-blog-blog · 2 years ago

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Be Careful what Hobby you Choose

Summary: Hobbies are important. Marc needs one. He's driving the other two crazy. Maybe they should have thought twice...

Warning: None

Word Count: 1492

Word Prompt: Cupcake

It was decided early on that they needed their own hobbies.

It was an easy way for them to each feel like their own person. Something Steven had anxiously suggested and upheld pretty firmly. No matter how much co-con they did, Steven always made sure everyone got their own time to be themselves.

When not working, Steven spent his time translating hieroglyphics, learning languages, solving puzzles, or just reading.

When not working the cab, Jake discovered he liked to read things like popular car mechanics. Steven had gotten it for him on a whim and now Jake would spend hours at the magazine racks picking out issues to read. It was pretty common for Jake to blast his music while flipping through a hot rod magazine. He also had started to take up the guitar, but refused to play if the other two were around.

Marc had yet to find a hobby.

He had spent two weeks doing absolutely nothing but lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

When Steven pointed out that this was not a hobby, Marc had started to drive them crazy.

“What are you reading?” “Is that French?” “What glyph is that? They sure use that one a lot.” Steven was ready to reconsider laying in bed as a new hobby.

When Marc started to annoy Jake, “What year is that car?” “We should paint flames on your car.” “How many screws do you think are actually in a regular car?”, they staged an intervention.

“You need a hobby.” Steven offered an apologetic smile.

“If you don’t find something that isn’t bothering us I’m going to lose it.” Jake crossed his arms.

“I guess I could take up boxing again…” Marc sighed. “Might leave you guys with bruises though.”

Steven made a face. “Eh… I mean… If you really want to…”

Marc shook his head. “No. I don’t like the idea of me getting punched in the face and one of you having to tag in. Especially you, Jake.”

“I can hold my own.” Jake raised an eyebrow.

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Marc muttered. “You don’t exactly fight by the rules.”

Jake shrugged dismissively. “We don’t lose. That’s all I care about.”

“I’ll find a hobby.” Marc sighed and flopped back on the bed.

Marc tried the traditional hobbies first. He painted a little until he realized he lacked any artistic ability and the paint ended up in the trash. He found Jake’s guitar and picked out a song he had learned in high school. He was alright at it, but it failed to stir any passion. This was fine by Jake, who grew anxious any time Marc touched his guitar, claiming Marc was messing with the tuning too much.

He went to a bookstore and stared at the books for all of ten minutes before Steven triggered out and happily started to dig through the discount rack.

He bought a model kit from a hobby store and got halfway through one before he realized he hadn’t slept in two days and was more frustrated than happy. Steven ended up finishing it for him.

One day Marc went out to the grocery store in search of something sweet and a box cake had caught his attention.

He was a terrible cook. He had no grasp on how to use spices, and often just put cheese on things and called it a day. With that in mind, he had never thought to try any other type of food preparation.

“Looks easy enough…” He stared at the instructions on the back. A little math and a few ingredients. He gathered what he needed and headed home.

Following instructions was easy. It was in his nature. Marc wished everything came with such clear instructions. There was no line about “spice to taste” or questions about how he felt about the situation. It was so clear cut. Do these things in this order and don’t muck about.

“Steven, where’s the cake pan?” Marc dug through the cupboards.

“I don’t have one.” Steven frowned at the mess. “You’re lucky I have measuring cups.”

Marc sighed heavily as he found a muffin tin stashed in the back. Fine. He could make them into little cupcakes.

Once the cakes had cooked and cooled, he applied the frosting and sprinkles.

They were alright. Very basic vanilla. Looked alright too. They could be better. He stared at them and felt something almost seem to shift.

He went back to the store.

Steven had been out of it for the whole day. He had been staying up late working on a new series of books and forcing himself to give Marc time to find something to do.

He felt a twinge from the body that usually meant it was far past time to practice a little self care.

“Hey Marc.” Steven made himself known. He never liked to just take over unless he felt it was needed. “How’s it going out here?”

“Steven!” Marc stood up as he set a tray down on the counter. “Uh… Don’t be mad. I may have gotten a little carried away.”

“Carried away? With what?” Steven took front and was first met with a very strong smell that made him think of a bakery.

When his eyes focused on the world around him he was met by a colorful barrage of cupcakes. Vanilla, chocolate, swirls, confetti, strawberry, red velvet, what appeared to be some sort of cinnamon swirl… Then the frostings on top were a flavorful mixture of colors and stiles. They covered the counter, the stove top, the side table, and stacked high on cooling racks carefully balanced on top of one another to give more surface space. There were sprinkles of all shapes and sizes. In the corner sat a new mixing stand, baking pans of different sizes and shapes, mixing bowls, food dyes, and bags of flour.

“Marc….” Steven gaped. “Wh… I… Cupcakes?” He looked down. He was wearing an apron covered in flour.

“The batch on the right by the fridge are vegan. It was harder to get the binding agent to cooperate but once I figured that out it was game on.” Marc grinned like a man that had defeated a foe in battle. “There are vegan black bean brownies in the oven. First batch went to hell but this one is turning out great! It’s all about the chocolate ratio. I was debating on trying pies next. Apples are on sale and-”

“What are we going to do with all these? I don’t exactly workout, Marc. I’m not sure my waistline can handle this.” He cautiously picked up one of the vegan ones and took a bite. He groaned. It was amazing. Light and moist, wonderful flavor, perfect frosting that wasn’t too heavy…. No, his waistline was absolutely not going to handle this.

“Steven,” Marc gave him a look. “We share a body. I workout. Pretty sure Jake works out a little too. I think he secretly dances or something cause I swear my legs hurt every Saturday morning when I wake up. Maybe don’t eat all of them at once, but you can indulge a little.”

“Uh huh.” Steven finished the first one then eyed the oven, excited to try the brownies. “Maybe wait on the pies until we figure out what to do with the rest of these.”

“Right.” Marc flushed. He hoped Steven didn’t look in the cupboard. There were more in there crammed into special cupcake tupperwares. He might have gone a little overboard. “Uh… Hey Jake? Don’t you know that lady down at the diner?”

–

Jake walked into the diner with a large box. “Hey Gena!”

“Hey handsome.” She looked up from the griddle with a grin. “What’s that? Another delivery?”

Jake set the box down on the counter. “Yeah. Idiota made about a dozen pies this time.”

She watched Jake unpack the pies and start to load them into the pie display. They were gorgeous and looked professionally done. “I feel like I should be paying you. Those cupcakes last week didn’t last the day.”

Jake groaned and sat down. “No. I should be paying you. If Steven tries to eat one more pie I’m going to make him start doing the morning run.”

Gena smirked and cleared the griddle, prepping Jake’s usual order. “Well tell him I appreciate it all the same. What’s next? Cakes?”

Jake slouched down on the counter. “Pastry. I’m going to buy him a pack of baseball cards. Maybe I can get him interested in something else. I woke up last night and found him yelling at some croissants.”

“Ah, you leave him alone. Croissants are hard to do. Let him get it out of his system. You’re just antsy ‘cause you haven’t been out dancing in ages.” She winked playfully. “Your salsa es fuego.”

“Si claro.” He looked up at her and sighed. “As long as it isn’t cupcakes for a while.”

#Moon Knight fic #Marc Spector #Steven Grant #Jake Lockley #Gena #MoonKnightober2022 #MKtober2022 #cupcake #who needs sleep when I'm doing a fic a day #woooo #you guys are trying to kill me #I fricken love all the content though #Jake's salsa is very fuego #Steven does not understand the shared body workout #Jake did the tango with Frenchie once #it lives in my brain rent free now and it makes me very happy

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Ricky and Gina’s Weekend Getaway

Synopsis: Ricky and Gina fly out to a music festival in Chicago where she's set to perform as a backup dancer for one of Jamie’s artists. While there, Ricky and Gina help each other deal with Todd and Jamie, and unexpectedly deepen their relationship before summer ends.

5,300 words.

Characters: Ricky, Gina, their moms, Jamie, and Todd.

Author’s Note: Thanks to everyone who encouraged me to actually write it. I quit my job this week so I actually had the time. Shoutout to my little brother who acted as my editor. Hope all you Rinas enjoy.

“Mom! I can’t find my lucky dance bracelet!” Gina yelled, tearing apart every inch of her new bedroom. Her bedroom. Her very own space. Half boxed, half unboxed – and her brain in full panic mode.

Ricky quickly quipped over FaceTime.

“Easy Killer. You’re like a hurricane right now. Warning! Category Five Gina has just made landfall in Salt Lake!”

She snatched the phone and glared at Ricky with a cold icy stare…

“Don’t get me started.”

It had only been two months since camp ended, one month since their big first kiss, and only one week since she and her mom moved in to her seventh home in seven years. It was a mess, all of it, but she was learning to embrace it. Her room too was all over the place in reflection, and she needed to find her lucky dance bracelet now more than ever.

Gina’s mom gently approached her door.

“You had it earlier today at the pool baby. Remember? You handed it to Ricky.”

Ricky’s heart raced. He was frozen. He felt at his pockets and pulled out the bracelet into her view. Gina’s eye twitched imagining all the things she could do to him.

“You almost lost my—”

"Ok. Hey – I didn’t lose it.”

“Remember when you lost our tickets to the movies last week?”

“They weren’t lost. I just forgot they were in my pocket. I always forget that my pockets exist. Do we really even need pockets? Come on Gina.”

Gina tilted her head in disapproval. Ricky wiggled the bracelet like a worm, giving it a shrimpy cartoonish voice.

“Please don’t kill Ricky, Gina, he’s very sorry.”

She bit her lip down to hide a quiet giggle. Ricky always seemed to find a way make Gina smile. As expected, the attempted suppression failed and the two burst into laughter. Gina’s mom leaned against her door, perplexed that the two could laugh so hard at almost nothing at all and amazed at just how happy Gina had been lately.

It was the last weekend of summer vacation and Gina and Ricky were headed to Chicago together. Jamie was premiering a new artist at a big musical festival, but more importantly, he was able to get Gina hired as a backup dancer. With so much buzz from the documentary premiere, this was a perfect follow up for her online fans to see more of her dance skills. It was going to be her first professional gig, and it meant all the more that Jamie had gotten it for her. While the two hadn’t exactly been on great terms since he left Beauty and the Beast, life was going so well for her now that this felt like the beginning of a fresh chapter for them. The start of something new.

Gina’s mom had to work this weekend though, so Ricky begged her and his parents for permission to fly out with Gina to Chicago. And they actually agreed. But Gina would be staying with her brother, which meant Ricky would be staying with his mom and Todd. As excited as he was to spend the weekend with Gina and see his mom, spending any time with Todd hung over him like a dark cloud. But he didn’t want to tell Gina and take away from her focus from the festival, and truthfully, he was ashamed to admit he was still uncomfortable seeing his parents date other people. It had taken him a while to adjust to Ms. Jenn dating his dad, but even that was different. He saw Ms. Jenn every day at school. But Todd was the guy who got his head out of the game on opening night. Ricky was eighteen now, and knew he had to fight these feelings and he shouldn’t be so affected by change anymore. It was time to grow up, and yet, there was a little something distant and sad in his eyes, which Gina, as always, quickly caught.

“Ricky. You okay?”

He snapped out of it. “Sorry I was daydreaming about our flight tomorrow! We have so much to do.”

“On a three hour flight?”

“Of course! We’re going to finish the new season of the Great British Baking show, and eat pretzels, play games…”

She smiled. “I can’t wait to see the sights as we fly in.”

Ricky softly smiled back. He’ll just be happy to see her, he thought.

They continued to talk and pack late into the night. Ricky rambled on with joy and excitement about all their weekend plans. It was a lot, but he was making up for time lost between them. He was so busy detailing all of the places he wanted to take her, all of the things that they could do, that he hardly noticed for the better part of an hour she had quietly dozed off into a dreamy slumber. She was so peaceful when she slept, and he didn’t dare wake her. How lucky few had ever gotten to see Gina Porter sleep over FaceTime he wondered. He laid his phone down next to his pillow and turned out the lights.

“Good night, G.”

The next morning Gina placed her carry on in the overhead, while Ricky over shared with the pilots up front.

“Yeah it was unreal. So, I just grabbed her arm and said, “wait.””

Gina overhearing all this, laughed and rolled her eyes. She then checked her phone for any messages from Jamie. She had been texting him since last night to confirm the time and location of their meet, but he had yet to reply. She checked his story only to see he was out partying all night. She was really frustrated. Disappointed, her brow furrowed and she squeezed her phone into a death grip. Ricky appeared with an armful of snacks but immediately could feel something was off.

“Everything okay, G?”

She shook her head with confusion, “What are you –”

“Well, I got us pretzels, and cookies, and waters, and –”

“Ricky,” she tenderly interjected, “you’re supposed to wait for the attendants to distribute that.”

“Oh, I was just so excited. Sorry. Should I take it back?”

His arms full of stolen treasure, she giggled, and helped him to their seats. He almost looked proud. It was cute. He was cute, she thought, in a helpless puppy who thinks he’s a pit bull sort of way.

“I downloaded the finale of the Great British Bake Off for us to finish.”

She exhaled and kissed him on the cheek forgetting all about Jamie. It amazed her that no storm passed through her life, that Ricky didn’t seem to fly and glide above without even trying. The two got ready for take-off while Ricky continued to elaborate his plans for them this weekend. She listened ecstatically, but every once in a while, the sun would stream in from their window lighting the tips of his whispy brown curls, leaving her altogether beside herself. He was the only thing keeping her Jamie stress at ease. He was, she thought, the only thing.

Once they reached cruising altitude Ricky pulled out his laptop and they watched the finale.

“I knew Rahul would win!”

She turned to see Ricky had all but fallen asleep. He had stayed up all night over exciting himself, and now finally crashed.

“Ricky, are you kidding me?”

He didn’t hear a word as he nuzzled himself softly into her warm coco butter scented Afro.

“Mmmm,” her grinning, sleepy boy muttered from his dreams.

She wanted to be annoyed with him. Annoyed that he had left her alone with her festival anxieties and thoughts of Jamie, but the feeling of him sleeping so close against her in total serenity – not just safe, but happy – like not a single thing could bother him so as long as he was with her, she couldn’t be mad even if she tried. She gently rubbed his temple and slowly stroked his curls. Her nose twitched noticing that he was wearing the cologne she had mentioned liking to him after homecoming. She couldn’t believe he remembered it. She couldn’t believe any of this. Her finally having a home, her professional debut, this whole summer, and how this most unexpected romance happened between two outsiders just looking for someone to get them. It suddenly dawned on her. This was her season of abundance, her year of yes. If she got Ricky to get her, then she’d have to make the effort to have Jamie get her too. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but part of her began to believe for the first time in forever she wouldn’t have to compromise herself to reach her goals. With this thought, her stress had strengthened into resolve, and was only distracted now by Ricky muttering in his sleep about pink jelly.

When they arrived in Chicago Ricky’s mom was waiting to pick the two up. When Ricky saw her car pull forward, he let out a deep sigh of relief. One, he realized, he had been holding onto since he last saw his mom during spring break. Ricky raced over and gave his mom the biggest and tightest of hugs. He awkwardly stepped back a bit, as Gina giggled.

“Mom this is—”

“Gina, as in thee Gina Porter, the dancing queen?”

Ricky blushed “Okay, mom.”

“Ricky’s words, not mine.”

She gave Gina a tight hug, an image Ricky never knew how much he needed to see.

“It’s nice to meet you Ms. Lynn.”

“You too, sweetheart. You guys hungry?”

“Starving,” Ricky replied, throwing their bags into the trunk, “I didn’t get anything to eat on the plane.”

“Cause you abandoned me and slept the whole way.”

“You know, Ricky has always loved naps ever since he was a baby. One time, at Big Red’s ninth birthday party, he disappeared, and we were all freaking out trying to find him. When I finally found him, he was cuddled up in the petting zoo with a baby goat and two piglets.”

Gina exploded with laughter.

His mom excitedly continued, “It’s true I have pictures at the house.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” A mortified Ricky interjected.

“Oh I’m going to be getting all the tea in Chicago.”

“Pizza and tea!” His mom responded, taking Gina in her embrace.

“Sounds perfect.” Ricky relented opening the car door for Gina.

“Why thank you my little piglet.”

The three huddled together in an Italian pizza joint as their server sat a steaming hot pie at their table. Ricky grabbed a slice add and immediately drowned it in Parmesan. He took a bite, scorching his tongue, and quickly downed his soda to cool it off.

“So Gina, Ricky tells me you’re going to be dancing at the music festival this weekend. Are you excited?”

Ricky noticed Gina was still anxiously checking for texts back from her brother. He quickly picked up the missed cue.

“She’s a pro mom. This is just another day at work for Gina.” She looked up embarrassed, but he rubbed her shoulder assuredly. “We’re going to go to the bean. Gina found this awesome food truck on Lakeshore drive that we’re going to try, and then we’re supposed to meet her brother Jamie later at the mall.”

“Well, that is a lot. You sure you kids are going to be okay all on your own?”

“Of course! We’ll be sure text you throughout the day, and I’ll be sharing my location. It’s going to be great, and then tomorrow is the big show.”

Gina put her phone away and finally rejoined the conversation.

“You’re welcome to come to the show tomorrow. I’m sure Jamie could get you in with a plus one if you want.”

Now it was Ricky who was stuck. His mom had learned by now to handle this with great sensitivity and care, to help keep Ricky from becoming overwhelmed. She could see in Ricky’s eyes that he still wasn’t ready and that was okay.

“I do have some prior engagements tomorrow, so I’ll have to wait and see if I can, but thanks for the offer.”

She rubbed Ricky’s shoulder who exhaled another deep sigh of relief.

“I’d love to come though, if I’m able.” Ricky looked at Gina hoping to have some of her classic courage rub off on him.

Ricky took pictures and recorded TikTok’s with Gina by the bean. He was so excited to participate. It was easy helping Gina make content. They just gelled creatively. They just got each other. Ricky was a shameless madman, willing to go to wild lengths to catch Gina at all the right angles. Giving her notes and making endless attempts at the perfect shot. And yet, they almost always posted the outtakes. The mess ups. The candids. The takes that unraveled without reason and made them laugh and grab onto each other desperately trying to breathe. He had almost no memory of all the times he was forced to make content with Lily. It wasn’t that he forgot, it was more like it never even happened. Is that what love is, he quietly thought. Something or someone rearranges your life so that it’s only before, her, and after? When he looked at Gina through the phone camera lens, he wasn’t just looking at his girlfriend. He was looking at the whole world. That’s what Gina does for him. She changes how he sees everything. As he steadied the phone for another picture, he saw Gina’s smile fall into worry. Jamie still hadn’t text her back. Her neck tensed. She was watching her whole world fall apart.

Gina walked through the mall clouded by doubt. Voices in her head begging her to get it together quick. Ricky followed closely but not too closely giving her just enough space. Jamie had told her he’d confirm the time to meet them here. But he hadn’t. Maybe all this was a mistake, she wondered. Maybe Jamie regretted offering her the gig and didn’t think she was ready. No, there’s no way, she told herself. If she wasn’t sure about Jamie, how could she be sure about herself. It dawned on her that this was the real problem. But how could she address it when he was never available or even around. She’d do what she had always done.

“Just keep pushing. Just keep pushing.” She softly muttered in an almost trance like state.

“You hear from Jamie yet?” Ricky offered in softness.

“No. Not yet.” She exhaled sadly, stopping to drop her head.

“There’s still time. He’ll call soon.”

“That’d be a miracle at this point.”

Suddenly the two heard a large crowd cheer. They took a left around the corner to investigate.

Ricky and Gina stumbled into a huge Dance Dance competition. There was at least a hundred people standing by to watch as contestants competed in pairs. The goal was simple: Highest score wins. But this was a competition, so contestants weren’t playing the same version found in homes. This was an intense expert level routine designed specifically for skilled dancers. Ricky smiled in disbelief. This is exactly what Gina needed. He grabbed her hand.

“Let’s go!”

“Oh Ricky, I don’t know. We need to find Jamie.”

“La-la-la – Sorry, I can’t hear you.”

He dragged her up onto the platform and a familiar song began to play. Of course, it was “Born to Brave.” Finally, it was their turn to leave a mark on this now essential wildcat anthem. The two began, and immediately something switched in Gina. She wasn’t just nailing each move, but added extra spins, touches, and flourishes to make the choreographed moves all her own. Ricky struggled to just keep his breath, and with the dance break approaching, things weren’t looking good for him.

“Bosses and Queens stand up on your throne. Know who you are this is your kingdom. Legends at heart, Individuals. Go make your mark. Be original.”

The fast paced dance break finally broke Ricky. He collapsed into pile of sweat. Gina laughed, still dancing, and looked at him concerned. Ricky laid there immobilized, panting, and waving for her to go on without him.

“Don’t stop. You got this!” he breathlessly assured her.

The crowd laughed at Ricky and roared for Gina. She got to the section of choreography that had proved the most difficult for all the other contestants. She just had to zone in. Focus. Her feet working double time, one foot in front of the other. The crowd was amazed. Ricky still lying down, worked the crowd.

“Oh yeah, that’s the Gina Porter I know! Come on everybody. Let her hear you!”

As she finished the routine, we see that despite losing a partner she still hit the high score. The winning buzzer went off and she screamed with elation. A judge handed Ricky their winning ribbon. Gina fell down elatedly exhausted next to Ricky. The two embraced each other.

“We did it! We won!”

“We? You’ve gotta be kidding me. That was all you. You see the crowd right now. They love you. Just like they’re going to love you tomorrow. Everyone loves you.”

As he said each of those last three words, the two fell silent as each word delicately nestled its way in between them. The crowd continue to cheer and take videos and pictures, but Ricky and Gina might as well have been the only two people in the entire world right then. Gina’s heart was racing. Everyone meant everyone. Everyone meant Ricky, she thought. Did he mean to say it? Did he want to say it? She searched Ricky’s soft brown eyes, and she had this gut feeling he was about to tell her. Ricky sweetly smiled and opened his mouth to speak when suddenly Jamie appeared clapping loudly above the crowd.

“Now I’ve seen some legendary Gina Porter performances in my day. But that was top two and not two. You ready for sound check superstar?”

Later that night Gina was settling into the hotel with Jamie and FaceTiming Ricky. Ricky was in his mom’s new apartment with Todd. Gina was tired. Ricky was uneasy. The two surviving through the electronic signal passing between their phones. They had much left to discuss. Ricky went first.

“How was the rehearsal?”

“It went well. I didn’t do a bad job, but it wasn’t my best either. Whatever I had at the mall with you, I lost it on stage tonight.”

Jamie listened hesitantly. He wanted to say something reassuring, but he could tell Gina was already frustrated with him for the lack of communication. He wished she only knew that every time he didn’t say something, he always wanted to.

“Hey Gina. Sorry to interrupt. I’m going out with the talent tonight to introduce them to some industry folks and network. I might be back pretty late. Are you going to be okay here alone?”

Gina wanted to shout. She wanted to scream. Couldn’t he for once just be my big brother, she thought. Couldn’t he for once act like one? For once couldn’t he just stick around? What is it about me that makes him runaway? She sighed sadly.

“Yeah Jamie. I’ll be fine.”

Jamie was no fool. He could tell she didn’t mean it. Defeated, he nodded silently and slipped out the door. Gina grabbed her pillow and screamed into it.

She shot back up with a scary smile on her face. Ricky’s head shot back with fear.

The two stared at each other and then burst into laughter. At everything. At nothing.

“I don’t want to tell you what to do G, but…”

“But I should tell him how I feel?”

He nodded as Todd called over from the next room. Dinner was ready. The timing of the moment couldn’t have been more perfectly imperfect. Almost like a sick joke he thought. Ricky twisted his neck, eating his own words. Gina crossed her arms.

“Yeah, okay Ricky. You first.”

The next day Ricky jumped out of his uber and headed into the festival area. After getting checked off at security he entered the performance space. It was huge. Crew hoisted up huge lights as the DJ set up his table. He texted Gina to let him know she was here. He waited and looked around. He then heard a voice call from onstage.

“Ricky!”

He turned to see Gina in full make up and costume. Her hair was in a high ponytail with bits of silver streaking throughout. Glitter makeup danced around her eyes. She beamed. His heart stopped. It didn’t matter how many times he saw her in her element, it never got old. A crew member focused a light onto Gina. The light bounced off the sparkles in her costume, the glitter in her make up, and the twinkle in her eyes. Ricky legitimately couldn’t move.

She could tell. It almost brought her to tears. Sometimes he didn’t even need say the things he felt. To tell her how beautiful she was. She could see the compliment trembling in his fingers.

“Wow G. You are everything.”

What he really wanted to say was that he loved her. Maybe he would soon he thought. Those words felt all too heavy after Nini. He knew the responsibility in saying them. He respected their power. He knew that a time would come when he would tell her, and at this rate, it would be very soon.

She took him backstage and showed her the green room where everyone hung out. Ricky was beside himself when he learned all the food and snacks were free. He helped take pictures of her in costume for her socials.

“Okay champ. How are you feeling? You ready to crush it?”

“I guess. I don’t know. No? I kinda wish I hadn’t come. I thought this would be a bonding experience for me and Jamie, but somehow, I feel more distant from him now than ever.”

Jamie was down the hall pacing back and forth on his phone. Ricky looked over to him. Gina too.

“Why can’t you tell him that?”

“It’s easier to say how I feel when I’m with you.”

Ricky thought about it. “Okay. That's what we’ll do then.”

Before she knew it, Ricky had grabbed her arm and raced the two down the hallway. Gina stumbled into place as Ricky stood right around the corner giving them some semblance of privacy. Jamie stared perplexed.

“Hey Gina. Need something?”

She fumbled with her lucky dance bracelet. She smiled nervously and gulped. She opened her mouth, hoping words would just spill out, but nothing. Ricky grabbed her hand, squeezing tight like one of their opening night circle up’s. Jamie was lost.

“Is that Ric—“

“I’m upset with you Jamie. You got me this gig, and I’m beyond grateful. And you’re my big brother, and I love you. But you haven’t been communicating with me. You’ve been constantly ditching me to go out, and I don’t know, I’m at a place in my life where I don’t need anyone’s pity. I came here for the opportunity to work, but more than anything it was the chance to work with you. But we haven’t really done that. I just want to know where we stand. Okay. That’s all of it.” She glanced back over to Ricky who gave her a thumbs up. “I think.”

Jamie’s eyes watered a bit. Gina was shocked. She dropped Ricky’s hand and grabbed her brothers. Ricky walked away to give them space they needed.

“You’re a star Gina. I’ve always believed that. It’s been hard for me lately. I don’t feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be professionally, and personally. It’s no excuse, I guess I just thought by keeping you at a distance, I would spare you any more disappointment.”

She grabbed him into a long hug. “You’ve never disappointed me. I thought you didn’t really want me around.”

“I didn’t want my bad vibes to rub off on you or hold you back.”

She hugged him, and he hugged back. The two talked, and talked, and talked some more. They cried a little. Hugged. Laughed. Cried again. She smiled. He smiled too. That’s the thing with siblings, when the love is genuine, it’s never too far away.

“I wasn’t so sure about the other guy I met, but that Ricky’s a good kid.”

“He’s the best. He’s – wait, where did he go?”

After some searching, Gina found Ricky back in the green room entertaining a dozen people with a story.

“… and so then Gina asked me to play my solo acoustic guitar version of the song, and I was like, really? You want to hear it? So I pulled out my guitar and started playing.”

One of the musicians handed Ricky his guitar. Gina stood there smiling when she got an idea. She stepped out into the hall to make a phone call.

“Perfect. We’ll see you then.”

She hung up and stepped back into see Ricky getting a warm applause for his song.

“Oh hey Gina, how’d it go?”

“Good. Really good. I couldn’t have done it without you Ricky. So, I hope you don’t mind, but I took a leap and did something for you.”

“Okay?” he offered confusedly.

“I invited your mom and Todd to come.”

Ricky was shook.

“Now listen, I know you want to push past the awkwardness so you can just feel like a normal person around them. This is your chance. I’ll be onstage the whole time so if you get nervous you can just look up to me.”

“G, I don’t know.”

She thought for a minute, and then grabbed his hand. She slid down her lucky dance bracelet and placed it over his wrist. Ricky smiled.

“You were there for me with Jamie. I’ll be there for you. We’ll always do that for each other.”

He grabbed her and the two went in for a kiss. One that lingered in joy like a home. As they kissed Gina slipped a small note into his pocket. Ricky was so locked into the embrace of her love he didn’t even notice. As Ricky pulled out of their kiss, his worries grabbed back hold of him. The other dancers grabbed Gina to go and finish getting ready. Ricky called out to her as she disappeared down the hall.

“Gina! What if don’t know what to say?” Did she hear him? He turned away nervously and made his way out to the audience.

His mom was there. Todd too. Ricky was trying. He had graduated from terror and panic and was now battling intense awkwardness. If you looked at these three you would have had no idea that they were at a festival. The crowds cheered around them, but between them was tense deafening silence.

The DJ played an intro song to hype everyone up before the artist Gina performed with came out. Ricky bobbed around trying to find safety in the rhythm of the music. It started to work, and he even smiled at Todd and his mom. Todd smiled at Ricky’s mom and pulled her into a dance. Ricky didn’t know how to feel. He slowly lost the beat. He texted Gina quickly, as his mom subtly brought their dance to a halt.

“I’m ruining the vibes. I don’t know what to say.” He pressed send.

He watched as the typing bubble appeared and then dropped. His hopes dashed, and the song ended. He softly shuffled his feet and crossed his arms. The lights dimmed, and then three back up dancers ran onstage. Gina was down stage left. His attitude turned on its head when he saw her posed, ready to pounce. She was with him, like she had promised. He wasn’t alone.

This was it. Gina took a brief look offstage and her brother made a heart sign with his fingers. A smile beamed through her eyes. Right before the beat drop, she turned her gaze to Ricky. She saw his face light up. She slowly traced her finger down to her left pocket and tapped it. She raised an eyebrow subtly so Ricky would catch the hint.

From the crowd, Ricky watched her tapping her left pocket, wondering what it might mean. Instinctively, he reached down into his pocket, and like some magic trick, he found the small note Gina had secretly left there earlier. The beat dropped and the dancers ran upstage to bring on the singer. Ricky began unfolding the small piece of paper that somehow smelled of Gina. In it, there was a message written just for him.

Don’t say anything. Just fly dude <3

She hit the first steps of the combination, fiercely swinging her hair like a dragon’s tail. Ricky nodded with unfamiliar acceptance. He looked at his mom and Todd who seemed to be waiting to take his lead. He reached out to his mom and swung her into a dance. He spun her out with one hand, and then brought Todd in with the other. He passed his mom back over to Todd and three danced and boogied while Gina tore the stage in two. Gina changed everything for him.

Jamie was live-streaming Gina’s performance on her Instagram. Screaming and cheering her on in the background like any proud big brother.

“That’s my little sister! That’s my star!”

Gina faintly heard his cheers over the sounds of the crowd and the music. Some strain of electric joy zapped up and down her body. She was back at the mall doing Dance Dance with Ricky. She was back onstage in the barn with Kourtney. She was back at East High dancing in the lunchroom with her friends as they desperately tried to save Ms. Jenn’s job. At its best, this is what performing was all about for her. Sharing joy with people. During the dance break she hit her famous death whack. The crowd thundered with approval. The dancers and the singer hit the final pose. She held it while her heart pounded out of her chest. She looked down to the crowd to see Ricky standing there screaming at the top of his lungs. The two held each other’s gaze. Ricky changed everything for her.

“Everyone loves you Gina!” He yelled. She smiled and laughed, and he searched her eyes with certain seriousness before silently mouthing I love you.

Gina’s heart dropped into her stomach, and then launched out through the top of her head. It danced through her body like a revolution. The artist announced the next song and she hesitated before jumping into her next position. Even the most seasoned performer can be shaken by the power of love.

That night on the plane back to Salt Lake Gina was passed out, laying across Ricky’s lap, her legs stretched into the empty third chair beside them. They had to leave immediately from the show, so she never had time to get out of costume. Ricky gently wiped off her make up and draped a blanket over her. She stretched, readjusting to getting comfortable, before falling back into a peaceful slumber. How lucky few had ever been able to tuck Gina Porter into bed he thought to himself. He wrote her a small note and gently slid it into her pocket. He wrote it before he even realized what it said.

I love you, Gina Porter. I always will.

He put in AirPods and quietly opened his laptop to finish the finale of the Great British Bake Off. His eyes grew wide as he whispered.

“No way, Rahul won? She called it.”

@rinaweek hope I’m not too late lol

Edit: I’m sorry for blazing this post. I genuinely wanted to see what would happen and have learned my lesson lol.

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teklarn · 3 years ago

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hi, this is my first ever ask so I'm not sure I'm doing this correctly, if that's the case I'm sorry; I don't know how tumblr works just yet >:')

would it be possible for you to write something about bakugo, pining incredibly hard for fem!reader and initially hating how strongly he feels about her? because they're not even friends, they only exchange few words occasionally and she doesn't even glance at his way whereas he slowly finds himself unable to divert his eyes from her during classes? shes always with damn deku and his friends and doesn't even seem interested in him at all but his heart can't ignore the way she looks at him proudly whenever they spar together, the way she sends him small confident smiles as they fight each other with all they have; so he thinks that maybe, maybe he might have a chance. basically bakugo liking reader so much he's completely lost in self-hatred because he always thought feelings were for weak romantics and not great people like him, but everytime he sees reader doing some badass things (again, like sparring with him and basically matching his skills etc...) he's reminded of how badly he likes reader? but when he finally accepts he's fallen for reader, after ignoring and trying to forget about how she makes him feel, he masters up the courage to confess? and it's a very clumsy confession because he's awkward and has no idea how to deal with those feelings? and he tries so hard to make reader realise he's never been more serious than now? and reader is startled and speechless before rejecting him? and at that point he's just completely humiliated, so he nods and walks away.

it might be a little dramatic but I've always been into unrequited love and one-sided pining. thank you, its okay if you don't want to write about this, i'll understand <33

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader (my hero academia)

reblogs are greatly appreciated!

a/n: AHHHHH this is so cute <33 honestly this is super exciting for me and this ask made me so happy, lovey. i’m fairly new to tumblr, i’m usually just a reader but i wanted to migrate here from wattpad so this made me so happy. here u are my love <33 i hope this lives up to what u wanted !! :)) a bit lengthy, but i had a lot of fun writing it !!!

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you.

genre: fluffy, fluffier than the clouds istg, however the clouds are sprinking a little teeny weeny droplet of angst.

warnings: cursing (bakugou, duhh), one-sided pining (on bakugou’s part) second hand embarrassment (on bakugou’s part bc we can all agree he’s a complete idiot when it comes to trying to get someone’s attention), just bakugou being a jackass, i gave the reader a quirk

word count: 3,859

(pls excuse any typos or mistakes, i edited to the best of my ability but i miss some things sometimes !)

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part 2 is here my loves <3

brutal. it was utterly ruthless. he couldn’t focus, couldn’t think right. his hands were already exceptionally sweaty, but gosh when he saw your damn face, he was ready to explode. literally.

what the hell was it about you? was it your stupid smile? or the way you just seemed to carry every battle on your back? was it all the undeniably sweet things you do for others ‘just because’?

it made him angry that he thought about you, but gosh he couldn’t wait to see you every day.

just like any other day, bakugou found himself staring at the large door to the classroom, awaiting the moment you would bounce into his day, skirt shifting around your legs, bag slung loosely around your shoulders.

his leg was bouncing eagerly.

bakugou didn’t know when the feelings came. his cheeks just started flaring up all of a sudden and one day you just looked...different. you hadn’t done anything different to yourself. it was just him. not that he would ever admit that, to you or anybody else.

you were insufferable. you were stupid and obnoxious and so...so damn...

“y/n! come look at this!”

you’d come walking into class just as expected, and as soon as you did, that stupid nerd had called you over.

it didn’t help that deku sat right behind him, either. the two of you had recently gotten closer. bakugou noticed it last month when he yelled at the two of you to shut up about all might and get to work. he’d turned around to find you leaning over deku, hands resting on his shoulders while you peered at his phone.

“sorry, bakugou,” you’d said, barely acknowledging him. you had waved him off like an annoying fly. is that all you were to him? some nuisance that got in the way of your oh-so-entertaining conversations with deku?

all he heard nearly every day was your chipper voice talking to deku. always, “oh my gosh, midoriya, did you see the fight edgeshot was in last night?” or “midoriya! i have something to add to our quirk analysis book!”

that was the one that took the cake. you two dorks shared a notebook, occasionally passed between one another, and filled it with junk about quirks and pro heroes. but no matter how much he tried to tune you out, no matter how he tried to zone off and think about something else, you were always there. it made him want to vomit how much he thought about you.

you were doing an adorable shuffle over to midoriya’s desk and leaned over the table as you usually did while he angled his phone your way. “did you see this hero report?”

deku let you slip the phone out of his grasp to get a better look.

“no,” you breathed. “was this just recent?”

“yeah,” deku said, taking the phone back. “last night.”

“holy—”

“can you guys shut up over there?” bakugou said, his voice quaking.

“sorry, kacchan.” deku scrolled through the article.

dammit, bakugou thought. “i wasn’t talking to you, nerd. i was talking to shitface over here.” he jerked his head towards you. his eyes flared in anger when he saw you were looking down at your phone, now focused in on the article yourself. “i was talking to you, asshat!”

your eyes flicked up to his. you looked around for a moment before slowly pointing to yourself as if to say, “me?”

his face scrunched. “yeah, you. you’re so damn loud.” gosh, he hated how his voice was cracking, how he could feel his ears and cheeks lighting up in a swollen, cherry red. his stomach flipped.

she’s looking at you, gosh i’m sweating. i’m going to throw up. she’s so gorgeous. what the hell? they’re ugly as shit, i don’t think anything of them.

his eyes bore into yours.

“did you...need something?”

your voice broke his trance.

“kacchan, are you okay? you dozed off there for a second. you look like you’re burning up.”

bakugou looked to deku who was currently stretching out of his seat, arm extended. he pressed the back of his hand to bakugou’s forehead. “you’re really warm, kacchan. should we call recovery girl?”

it took him a moment to realize what was happening. his vision got blurry every time he was with you. bakugou smacked deku’s hand away. “i’m fine!” his voice lifted at the end, cracking. “i’m not sick. don’t you think i’d take better care of myself?”

“i don’t doubt you take good care of yourself, kacchan, but everyone gets sick once in a while. there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“i never get sick!” besides, if i got sick, i wouldn’t want you to be the one taking care of me.

he was still pissed. he was always in a bad mood, however, more so right now because you’d gone straight back to your phone and that stupid hero article that was supposedly so damn interesting.

soon enough, the bell rang, and you were seated at your desk. it was jirou’s old spot, however, after much convincing, you two had switched spots so you could be closer to deku. just a few months of getting close to the idiot and you two are suddenly best friends. jirou hadn’t minded one tiny bit, claiming she needed a break from how loud that section of the room was.

late as always, aizawa came trudging into your room. thankfully, his entire body wasn’t obscured by a yellow sleeping bag that smelled of something unwashed and coffee and gasoline. (for some reason, aizawa’s clothes always smelled of it.)

“lucky for you,” he began while shuffling papers on his desk, “all of you are doing training for these first periods.”

the class cheered in perfect unison, followed by their individual chatter. you had erupted with glee along with them, and bakugou was sure he felt his heart clench and then explode. just a tiny bit. but he shoved the feeling down just as quickly as it had come up.

“go out to the field and wait for further instructions. don’t make a sound in the halls otherwise, i’ll expel all of you.”

this shut everyone up in almost a second, the sound draining out just as water does. the first years trailed out into the hall, single-file mimicking the positions baby ducklings would take when following their mother.

bakugou found himself walking faster when he saw you take up your spot in the line, hoping to land his spot right behind you.

unfortunately, this idiot who considered himself bakugou’s friend tugged him back. “bakugou!” a familiar voice rasped.

“shitty hair, let go of me.”

“hey man, chill out. wanna partner up if we’re doing training in pairs?”

bakugou glanced at the line, the spot that should have been reserved for him now taken up by sato.

bakugou tugged his sleeve from kirishima’s hand. “whatever,” he snapped.

“sounds good!” kirishima flashed him a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. the bubbly feeling in bakugou’s chest died down as he stood behind sato, the overwhelming scent of sugar filling his nose, various candies that would go straight to your arteries.

“you smell like ass, damn,” bakugou remarked, squeezing his nostrils together.

luckily, sato was tall enough to not hear the insult, as he towered over bakugou by just another head. the line began moving like a sloppy train down to the change rooms.

bakugou scoffed as he listened to your giggle. he should be making you laugh.

“you’ll be given partners randomly from this box.” aizawa held up a familiar red box. “inside are all your names. i’ll select one, then that person will come up and pick another name from the box. that will be your assigned partner for today. as soon as you have your assigned partner, i want you guys to get straight to work.”

denki raised a hand, speaking before being called on. “sensei, why are we getting random partners? we’re always allowed to choose.”

“in the real world, you’re going to come across different villains every day. you’ll never improve your skills or your quirks if you keep fighting the same person.”

denki sighed, slumping back.

dammit, bakugou thought, gritting his teeth together. there wasn’t any way he wanted to be partners with you. it’s obvious he’d win the fight in the first few seconds.

yes! exactly right! bakugou internally grinned. his fluctuating feelings had finally soothed themselves. you were just another extra, and he had no room for you in his head.

aizawa took a moment to fiddle with the slips of paper inside the box. soon enough, he pulled out a name. “todoroki.”

todoroki walked up, digging his hand into the box when aizawa held it out for him. he pulled out a name, delicately unraveling the slip. “uraraka, you’re my partner.” he deadpanned.

the brunette grinned. “great!”

the two found their own spot on the field, and the class’s attention was once again diverted to their grouchy teacher as he pulled out another name.

“bakugou.”

bakugou strutted up without a worry in his mind. he pulled a name to find...

“y/n,” he said, voice a low growl. instead of the annoying fluttering in his chest, his eyes met yours, and they were filled with a different, new ferocity. he crumpled the paper in one hand, letting it twirl to the ground.

you looked at him, unsmiling. your eyes gave away nothing, and to bakugou’s knowledge, all you saw in him was another opponent.

it took him a moment to realize you had both locked eyes for about a minute. perhaps the two of you would have stayed as you were if aizawa hadn’t snapped at the two of you to get moving as yaomomo’s name was called.

bakugou was on his way to the back of the field, you followed close behind. while there was plenty of room still, he chose a secluded area. while it was still open enough to view everything going on so nobody got hurt, it was often nobody chose to train here. for whatever reason, you weren’t sure.

“wait up, bakugou,” you said. after a bit, you caught up to him.

“if you can’t keep up, then...” then what? he looked at you from the side of his eye. “then don’t keep up...” gosh, here came the embarrassing, disgusting feeling of redness in his cheeks.

you laughed. “what?”

“shut up.”

“you’re an idiot, bakugou.”

“i said shut the hell up!”

“what, so you can call me shitface in front of the entire class but you get all pissed when i call you an idiot?”

so you had heard him!

he tongued his cheek, curling his hands around an invisible ball, explosions sparking in the centers of his palms. “don’t expect me to hold back, dumbass.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it.”

gosh he loved that about you.

bakugou caught his thought in the air.

ahem...gosh he hated that about you.

you both charged in at the same time. his cry was louder than yours, but you struck first.

he admired your quirk. while he’d overhead you explaining all the drawbacks it had, it was strong, and you were strong because you knew how to control it.

purple arrows flew from your arms, going in your desired directions. if you lost focus for one moment, they’d vanish and weaken. if you focused too hard or long, you’d be plagued by a splitting headache.

he’d spent too much time obsessing over your strengths and weaknesses.

your arrows were weightless, however they were solid objects capable of carrying any mass, any thing, and worked as extensions of your body.

the violet arrow had shot out at him, twisting around his right gauntlet and crushing inwards. it’d snaked around him without him noticing, slithering along his back.

bakugou struggled to get the air-light arrow off his wrist, but it was no use. he glared back, only to see your focused, furrowed brows. he’d expected to see your cocky ass smiling. it was nice to see you weren’t.

that was one thing that had also caught his eye. you never underestimate your opponent, but you never underestimate yourself, either.

you conjured a larger arrow. it snaked around your right arm as you hurled bakugou into the air, releasing your grasp on him. you shot your other arrow into the air, and it raced into the sky.

it swerved. bakugou’s eyes went wide as the tip of the arrow came down on his chest. if they weren’t intangible things, he would have been bleeding out.

another drawback: the arrows, while they could solidify, they couldn’t do any actual damage. you had to use your surroundings to inflict harm on your opponent.

he coughed out as the arrow shot him into the ground. he hadn’t even touched you, and here he was, vulnerable and so...so...

you stood over him, hands on your hips.

vulnerable and so lost in that adorable, winning smile.

“get away from me, idiot,” he grunted and turned onto his side, his back crying out in pain.

“i think i won this fight, bakugou,” you chirped, rocking on your heels.

“don’t get arrogant, shithead. you won’t be winning against me anymore.”

you grinned, arrows shooting out behind your back.

the dorms were exceptionally quiet. you were typing away in the common room, bakugou on the couch reading. everyone was off doing something else. it was the weekend, luckily. he’d expected you to go bounding out with everyone else, however you’d stayed back, claiming you had some homework to catch up on.

bakugou being classic bakugou had stayed back. he was excited to have the dorm to himself, but your dumbass was stuck here with him. couldn’t you have done your typing in your room?

you were so aggressive on that poor keyboard.

“oi, quiet down with your shit typing.”

you barely grunted in response.

“don’t ignore me.”

“i heard you, mom.”

“the hell did you call me?”

no response. only your aggressive typing is a bit less aggressive.

“i can still hear it,” bakugou remarked, eyes fixed on your back.

“‘kay,” you said. your typing slowed a tad, and your pressure on the keys lessened.

it was quiet now. bakugou should go back to his book. he shouldn’t still be looking for a reason to talk to you.

the pages crinkled in his fingers. he bit his tongue, keeping his snarky comments in.

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know that? doing your damn homework. it’s due tomorrow.”

you turned, pursing your lips. “and how would you know what i’m working on? are you stalking me?”

“i- what? no. you’re such an idiot, of course i’m not—”

“i’m messing with you,” you breathed, face un-moving.

“o-oh,” bakugou stuttered out. he blinked awkwardly.

“gosh, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?”

“you’re annoying.”

“you’re a jackass.” you returned to your work. bakugou settled with reading in his room. reading consisted of jumping onto his bed just as the stereotypical high school girl would in an eighties movie. he buried his face in his pillow, face burning bright red. he cursed you for making him feel this way, and hated himself even more for how much he enjoyed it.

the next day came swiftly. you’d left early to go train with midoriya. there were many improvements needed to be made, but you weren’t doing too bad.

you propelled yourself forwards with an arrow, and your green-haired friend shot back, lightning flickering around his body.

landing back on the ground, you panted and swiped the sweat from your brow. from the corner of your eye, you could make out both kirishima and bakugou coming to the training grounds.

bakugou stopped in his tracks, frowning at the sight of you.

it was evident he hated you a bit more than everyone else. he was always making his annoying comments, he was always snubbing you. you saw no reason to talk to him, so you didn’t. either way, even if you tried, he would still get angry for no reason.

it’d taken you quite some time to get used to his obnoxious attitude. tuning him out had been the best course of action, in your opinion.

the way you and midoriya had bonded was through bakugou, in a way. the first day of school, bakugou had snapped at you for tripping over your laces and nearly crashing into him. later that day, midoriya had stepped up and apologized for his old friend’s actions.

you two had never been too close until now. the recent incidents going on with the league of villains had snagged your attention, and it seemed you were the only person who didn’t mind listening to him ramble on about heroes.

you were just as passionate and just as dorky, but midoriya could talk your ear off. you never minded, and he always took the hint when you didn’t want to listen.

you brought your leg up, twirling in the air with ease and watched your heel collide with midoriya’s face. he grunted, stumbling back.

you were about to charge in again when a hand landed on your shoulder, big and rough. you turned to see bakugou standing behind you, a scowl on his face.

“fight me again,” he demanded.

“excuse me?”

“don’t act like you didn’t hear me.”

“i’m in the middle of fighting midoriya right now.”

“so?”

“so if you think that i’m just going to ditch my friend because you want to fight, i won’t.”

“you’re being stubborn.”

“i’m being reasonable. back off.”

“y/n?” midoriya rubbed his jaw—right where you had struck him. “what’s going on?” he jogged up to you and bakugou.

“he wants to fight me in the middle of our fight. it’s nothing serious. don’t worry about it, midoriya. let’s just ignore him.”

bakugou made a sound someone would only make if they were choking. “the hell did you just say?”

“we’re ignoring you!” you waved him off and placed your hand on midoriya’s shoulder, wandering away.

it was new to him, not getting what he wanted. and what he wanted right now was to be around you. again, it wasn’t like he would ever admit that to himself.

“dude? you good? i thought you went off to fight y/n. i was so ready to cheer you on, dude,” kirishima’s chipper voice piped in. “she’s not fighting with you? why not?”

“the dumbass was just probably scared of getting her ass beat by me.”

“dude...that sounds really weird.”

“whatever, shitty hair. let’s go.”

the clock ticked. his ears were on fire. again.

gosh, it was happening again. it was all you. his face scrunched up, his voice would surely crack if someone were to ask him what was wrong.

bakugou was once again stuffing his face in his pillow, hiding his expression from no one. why did you have to go train with that shitty nerd? why were you always around deku? deku, of all people. what did he have? why was he so great?

bakugou was a man of many insecurities, but losing to deku? that was possibly his biggest fear.

perhaps he wasn’t the nicest, or the most soft person out there. bakugou could admit that, at least. but he was smarter than deku. he was stronger and he was better and people liked him more. right?

what was so...amazing about deku?

it was often bakugou would find himself obsessing over little, insignificant things such as these.

you were what he was thinking of most of the time. just yesterday, he’d gotten a test returned. he was expecting an eighty at the lowest, but more so expecting a high ninety. it’d come back exactly sixty percent.

sixty. percent.

bakugou vividly remembered staring at your face. he also remembered not being able to focus because of it. his grades were dropping because of you.

you were the only person to be able to do this to him.

his heart grew quiet, but the pounding of his didn’t cease. he lifted his head.

“alright, fine,” he said aloud. “you win, y/n. you win.”

he settled with getting over his feelings the way he’d read them in his collection of romance manga.

bakugou left his room and knocked on your door. (he was banging on it, but it was his nice way of knocking.)

you answered, looking around awkwardly. “yes?”

his hands shook. how was this supposed to go? sure, he’d seen it in romance movies and read it in books but it was always easy to tell whether the guy would get the girl or not.

in this instance, bakugou was clueless. for once in his life, he was clueless. you stood, tapping your foot with a hand on your hip, waiting expectantly for him to tell you why he was here.

“um.” he scratched behind his neck. “you uh- i uh...i’m sorry i called you a, um...a shitface.”

“okay? is that it?”

what? come on! it was already unlike him to apologize. what else did you want from him?

“did you...i’ve been thinking, maybe? maybe we could..train together as...friends?”

“...what?”

gosh dammit, as friends?

“whatever, um...the uh...” oh gosh, what did the boys do in all the books he’d read? right! bakugou stretched out his arm, resting his forearm on the door, leaning to the side.

although he didn’t, really, because like the clumsy jackass he was, bakugou missed completely and nearly toppled to the floor.

this earned a snicker from you.

his stomach flipped and churned, and bakugou found himself unable to reach your eyes. “uh, would you maybe..? okay, um. do you want to go on a date with me? you absolute fucking dumbass.”

your eyes flew wide. “...what?”

“no, that’s not what i— i mean i didn’t mean the last part. um, i meant the first part. the first two parts. the part where i was asking you if you wanted to go on a date with me and then before that when i said maybe because it’s still a maybe until you say yes. or...or no because that’s an option too.”

he swallowed.

you resisted the urge to mock him, just a little bit. “um, bakugou, listen.”

he leaned closer. “yes?”

“it’s going to be a no. i’m sorry, but i’m just not interested in you like that.”

it took him a moment to register everything. his shoulders sagged. gosh that was brutal.

“oh, alright.”

“yeah, uh, sorry about that.” you offered him a weak smile, still a bit shocked yourself. he did his best to return it, and when you closed the door, his face was ready to explode.

it was so damn difficult to deal with these feelings, but maybe it was better this way. knowing where you stood on your end, he knew he wouldn’t miss out on anything.

perhaps it was alright to admire from afar. things could happen in the future, right?

right now, he’d just wait. for a long, long time. bakugou pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. maybe it was alright to not have you right now. perhaps he could better himself for you. just for you.

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mc-lukanette · 3 years ago

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Ladybug couldn't believe it was actually over, yet curling her fingers pressed the brooches against her palms. Gabriel and Nathalie were being taken away by Officer Roger and the heroes behind her were all rejoicing in their victory.

Still, it took a few extra seconds for the relief to kick in, her mind drawing a blank at the fact that all of her time and effort had actually paid off. Defeating Shadow Moth had always seemed like something without a time limit - like she was going to be protecting Paris from him for the rest of her life - yet here she was, not even an adult yet, and she'd won.

"Ladybug?"

She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and recognized the touch even before she glanced over at the teal snake scale design. She looked up to meet his gaze, his eyes concerned but reassuring.

"We did it. You did it," he congratulated.

She smiled at him. "Thanks. I couldn't have done it without you."

He shrugged, modest as always. "I'm just glad I could help." He gave a pointed glance at her hip, noting, "You didn't even need to use your lucky charm."

She followed his gaze to the lucky charm in question, though reached for her yoyo first to drop the miraculouses inside so her hands were free. It wasn't often that she didn't need her lucky charm, so it was weird for it to not have been used in the final battle of all things.

She took the rectangular, ladybug-patterned box into her hands, something about the edges and corners feeling distinctly familiar but the actual connection escaping her. When she shook it and heard the tumbling sound inside, she remembered the strange contents - a single macaron - which had only made her more confused.

"I never had to use it, even during your Second Chances?" she asked, part of her fearing that they were celebrating too early and she was missing something.

He squeezed her shoulder in a show of comfort, but also raised his hand to show her the snake miraculous, the snake head still making its way to the end of his five minute time limit. "No. You never needed it."

She frowned, certain that her knitted brows were putting all of her worries on display. The distant sound of the celebrating heroes was drowned out by the tick of the snake bangle, and she opened the box to pull out the single macaron inside.

Then, as her sight locked onto the macaron and Viperion's bangle at the same time, it hit her, memories of her first day of the school year flashing before her eyes.

Second Chance...

"Viperion."

"Mm?"

She stared at the macaron a moment longer, then held the box at her side and secured it there with her elbow. That done, she used both hands to break the macaron into two halves, offering one half to him while keeping the other to herself.

He blinked, looking from her, to the other heroes, and then back to her, ultimately asking no questions as he reached over to take the half from her. Together, they took a bite, and she noted that it tasted even sweeter than the one she remembered.

Swallowing first, Ladybug then grabbed the box at her side, keeping it held in one hand while she used the other to pull him in by his shoulder. She kissed his cheek quickly yet delicately, an audible swallowing sound acting as her only response to it.

"Come find me, Luka," she whispered.

Though he didn't reply - there was no time to, really - she saw the spark of realization in his eyes as she readied her throw, assuring her that he understood.

"Miraculous Ladybug!"

———

When the magical ladybugs disappeared from her vision, Marinette found herself in a world of pink. The familiar scent of her room surrounded her, and the voice of her mother was the first thing to greet her.

"Marinette! Your alarm's been going off for fifteen minutes! You're going to be late for your first day back at school!"

Any tiredness she felt unable to cloud her mind enough to where she didn't know what was happening; as if the last sentence hadn't given it away, those were the words her mother had spoken to her the day she'd gotten her miraculous.

Pushing herself up, the blanket fell around her waist as she looked around. There were no kwami to greet her - not even Tikki - and a quick feel of her ears confirmed that there were no earrings.

She'd done it.

Grinning hopefully to herself, Marinette got up and called back, "Coming, Maman!" before going about to get ready for the day. She still had to feel things out, but there was a bounce in her step whenever she moved.

As she exited her room and joined her mother in the kitchen, she made a quick breakfast for herself and observed how her mother reacted to her. Everything seemed normal and just like how she remembered it, her mother not even having a reaction when she intentionally blurted out, "Ladybug," outside of noting that seeing a ladybug was probably a sign of good luck.

Her father seemed equally oblivious when she went down to meet him in the bakery, the familiar box of macarons even being put in her hands. It genuinely seemed like no one remembered Hawk Moth, or Chat Noir, or even Ladybug. She supposed she shouldn't have been happy about that last one, yet she couldn't stop smiling.

Leaving the bakery with her box of macarons in hand, Marinette remembered the speeding car and glanced across the street, not seeing Fu there waiting for her. Had she just turned around, she wouldn't have missed the happy old couple heading into the bakery, distinctly familiar to her and off in their own little world.

She could relate to the latter though, as her eyes caught sight of a figure standing in front of the school, complete with familiar blues, blacks, and whites. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, and the pedestrian signal thankfully flashed with a "walk" symbol as she charged forward.

"Luka!"

His head darted up to meet her gaze, the warm smile that she loved so much spreading across his face. The distance between them closed rapidly, his arms outstretched for her in an invitation to hug, and she eagerly tossed the box of macarons aside so she could leap into his arms. She collided with him, knocking him back from the force, but neither of them minded any impact with the sidewalk, too lost in hugging each other.

The box popped open from contact with the ground next to them, but the macarons inside were only jostled about, otherwise clean and untouched.

Marinette squealed happily at Luka's tight hold, then pulled her head back enough to look at him. She brought her hands up to rest along his cheeks, admiring that he was here and remembered just as she did, then whispered fondly, "You found me."

He let out a happy sigh, his own hand coming up to rest on one of hers. "Of course I did. I'd meet you again and again, no matter where we are or what timeline we're in."

She shuddered in sheer delight, certain that nothing could ruin her day at this rate. His words were, as always, a melody that she never got tired of hearing.

Luka paused thoughtfully, clearly all too aware of their close contact. "I...I don't know where you want to go from here, Marinette, but I'm—"

She couldn't wait any longer, pulling him in to meet his lips with hers. She kissed him, just like she'd always wanted to now that her stressors were gone and her mind was clearer than ever. He let out a near-squeak in surprise, but kissed back before she could even begin to doubt the action. A shiver went up her spine with the reality that she was finally free, and that the ladybug miraculous had actually done her some good in the end.

She cherished the soft 'click' of their lips as they pulled away, returning his beaming smile with a giggle. "You're going to be so late to class."

"I don't care," he said breathlessly. "It was an emergency."

She blushed; only Luka Couffaine could classify seeing her as soon as possible as "an emergency." She didn't doubt his sincerity on the matter either; he meant it.

"W-well, take this for the road at least~"

She reached for the abandoned macaron box, hovering her hand over each macaron before taking out the most perfect macaron she could find. He opened his mouth with a smile and she slipped it halfway in, waiting for him to bite down so she could break off the rest and eat it herself.

There were definitely discussions to be had, particularly over how they were going to make up a story about themselves for everyone, but for the time being, they were content to live in the moment a little longer.

By the time she'd pulled out her phone to exchange numbers with him, he'd had his pulled out as well, the two unable to stop smiling as they let out a harmonious, "Don't worry. I remember."

And they did.

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