#the boy has been following team orders and doing his best to help

[theemporium]

uhhh what did lando say? all i've seen is the chess comment (which got taken out of context) and the comment about him and max not being as close as people think they are (which ofc was also taken out of context) 😭

everything he has said since austria tbh

[thatnonameuser]

abt ur yandere twst au; do darlings get kidnapped for ransom? For example: would people kidnap Leona’s darling in order to get ransom (they’d be killed instead)?

Want a rich yandere to freak the fuck out the moment they realise their darling is missing and give you more money than you know what to do with, which is actually a bluff, because you’re actually going to die from extensive torture once their darling is safe? Kidnap their darling, your wallet and grave will thank you.

But yes, it does happen. Which is why wealthy yanderes take very severe precautions.

I’ve mentioned before that Kalim’s father has taken some very morally black methods to protect his darling and his kids from kidnappers. (here if you’re interested). But if a darling is kidnapped for ransom and their lives are threatened, the kidnapper better have the entire universe on their side because they’re as good as dead.

Yanderes don’t mess around. They’ll pay whatever fee they have to, nothing is too high. But as soon as the darling’s safe, the yandere will stain their hands in blood. 

So at the trade off for the darling, expect that once you’re back in their arms, the kidnapper is dead. Deader than dead, not even a shred remains. If the yandere doesn’t kill them, then they hire assassins. If they do kill them, then it’s just that much worse for the kidnapper. They’re not getting out of this alive.

Also because I’m feeling nice. Enjoy some semi-imagines with the rich boys of TWST having MC get kidnapped and their reaction to it.

Leona Kingscholar

Pissed. Very pissed. He may not be king but that doesn’t excuse the guards not doing their god damn jobs and keeping you safe. (He will be more angry if he finds out that Falena’s wife didn’t get kidnapped and you did, just throwing gasoline onto the fire.) And to make matters worse, they’re threatening to kill you. Well, they’re fucking dead.

Leona may be angry but he’s still smart. He isn’t risking letting anything happen to you, so he’ll play along until he can guarantee that you’re safe before killing whoever had the balls to kidnap you. And since he’s a prince, he can bend the law to get you back. The beastman’s coming for you himself, and he’ll turn anyone that threatens you to grains of sand under his palm. 

After he gets you back, he’s not going to let you out of his sight. And if he has to, he’s always going to be nearby. His rage hasn’t calmed down at all either. Plain and simple, you’re his and anyone that gets in the way of that deserves a slow death, and the fact that he nearly lost you is weighing on him. 

Before getting you back - Furious, ready to kill and reduce whoever's stolen you to sand.

After getting you back - Still angry, you're not leaving his sight or going near anyone that's not him.

Kalim Al-Asim

Sunshine boy’s panicking. Like completely panicking. He’s been kidnapped before and (while that’s a can of worms for another day), you haven’t gone through something so scary before. To him, he thinks that  you must be so terrified, surrounded by strangers that want to hurt you for something as shallow as money.

So after Jamil calms him down enough to think rationally, he begs for his help to save you. After all, you’re in terrible danger and he’s ready to throw as much money as he has to save you if need be but he doesn’t want to risk them trying again in the future. Plus he’s the hair of the Asim family, he might get kidnapped or killed too and then who will protect you.

So sending assassins is to foil their operation, and bring you home is the best bet. And they’re the best money can buy.

You’ll probably be a little shaken when you come home, and a little bit of kidnapper blood might be on your skin, but it's nothing a nice bath and a fest won't cure. Just expect to constantly be followed around by a team of at least six bodyguards. Or maybe Najma. Just know that Kalim is considering taking after dear old dad.

Before getting you back - Kalim's worried to death about not seeing you again. Or you getting hurt. 

After getting you back - He's gone over-protective not allowing you to ever go missing or get hurt ever again. He'll take the morally gray way out if he needs to, but he can’t bear to risk losing you.

Vil Schoenheit

If he gets stress wrinkles because of this, he’ll make sure that the kidnappers suffer even more. Vil’s used to threats of kidnapping, the fact the imbeciles actually went through with it is brave. Incredibly stupid, but brave. Regardless, he’s losing his mind with worry and anger. His fans are deranged, he’s worried for your safety. 

To Vil’s benefit, he has Rook. And Rook’s UM is basically goated when it comes to locating someone not meant to be found. So obviously, Rook goes to get you with orders from Vil to bring your kidnappers back with you for him to deal with. 

Vil will do his best to keep this crisis away from the media. He doesn’t need for you to be mobbed by the press, so expect a delightful trip to an isolated, relaxing and aesthetically pleasing vacation somewhere in the Shaftlands to protect you. But that relaxing little trip, is also so he can torture those imbeciles for the rest of their miserable little lives. He may not like portraying a villain but he’ll be one if he’s pushed. Besides, Rook will happily take care of the bodies. 

He’ll calm down after you’re out of harm's way, but anticipate that he won't ever let you out in public without him or someone he trusts with you.

Before getting you back - Pissed with a poker face. He’s worried for your well-being, and if a hair is harmed on your head, he’ll snap.

After getting you back - He’ll calm down, but he’ll start to be very protective. Don’t ask him about the screams you might hear in the basement of where you’re staying when he’s not with you, it’s nothing important.

Neige LeBlanche

One of the prices of fame. Neige is horrified that someone would try to take you to take advantage of him. Honestly, he would have rather been the one whose life was held on the line than have you brought into the mess. Neige has never been more scared in his entire life.

Obviously, he’ll get you back. Hand off the money and everything, but he’s not happy about those ‘villains’ going unpunished for scaring you like that. As soon as he’s sure that you’ll be safe and sound. He’ll go to the press to tell his heartbreaking story.

So que the imminent waterworks to the paparazzi. After all, he knows they’ll be immediately moved. Neige’s most precious one, his darling, had their life threatened and he was terrified that he wouldn’t get you back before it’s too late. 

His fans do the rest. 

On the impromptu vacation Neige took you on to help you recover from the experience, (or more specifically, the trip to a very isolated location where you both can be alone with no kidnappers in sight) Neige will receive some ‘fan mail’ with the remains of the perpetrators. He won’t show you though, you’ve been through so much recently. 

Before getting you back - He's so scared for you. You're his princess he can't bear to lose you for even a second. So having you gone is a nightmare.

After getting you back - Relieved. He's so happy to have you back. You're never leaving his side again. He's a little peeved that someone tried to disrupt your happily ever after, but they’re no longer breathing so who cares. 

Idia Shroud

Panic attack. Instant Panic attack, Ortho better have Baymax functions because he’s gonna pass out in panic. How the hell did this even happen?! He has drones following you constantly! 

After he has his panic attack, he’s burning red in anger. How dare they?! How fucking dare they?! He’s putting all his energy into figuring out every last thing about your kidnappers’ lives. He’ll find you, obviously. And then he’ll send S.T.Y.X after them to return you home while he ruins their entire lives. Then he'll kill those noobs so that he sends a message.

As soon as you’re back, he’s a sobbing wreck. He’s already lost Ortho, he can’t lose you too. You won’t be leaving his room while he has his pity party. And you probably shouldn’t because it’ll just make him feel even worse. Comfort him a bit, will ya?

Before getting you back - A whirlwind of panic and anger. He’s in doxxing mode, man. Your kidnappers better be prepared to suffer for a while, before he gets merciful and kills them.

After getting you back - Tears, so many tears. And he’ll be a koala with how clingy he’ll be. 

Malleus Draconia

Whichever kidnapper thought this was a good idea needs to get their brain checked because it’s currently missing. The exact second Malleus realizes the danger you’re in, he’s turning into a dragon to find and save you and then kill the kidnappers in a raging inferno. Forget stopping to plan or temporarily co-operating, the man’s gone to find you before the ransom letter hits the floor. (Sure there’s the threat of iron, but he doesn’t care you’re in danger.)

In a word, he’s furious. In a lot of words, he’s so angry that a category five hurricane has started outside to reflect his rage. If even a hair is missing from your head, he’s probably going to lose it. Gotta love that he’s enchanted all your jewelry to serve as tracking devices. Because he’s there in under an hour, burning your kidnappers to death till nothing remains. After that, it’s back home to put you into a tower so heavily fortified and reinforced that a fly couldn’t accidentally get through the door. 

Once you’re safe, the sadness kicks in. He can’t bear to lose you ever. So the fact that he let his guard down enough to nearly let you be killed is breaking him. His entire purpose is to protect and love you, and he’s failed in that, so please do your best to reassure him that you’re not going to leave him, he’s had a hard ten minutes. 

Oh, but don’t expect to go outside for the next year though once you do. He’s not exactly under the impression that you won’t be taken from him again. So he’s going to be even more clingy and protective.

Before getting you back - Angry, infuriated, vengeful. He's killing someone today and it's going to be one or all of your kidnappers. 

After getting you back - Sad dragon hours. He's craving reassurance and your love to make himself feel better. Give him cuddles, please.

[velvetchrry]

hockey player!ghoap x smm!reader thoughts

just thinking about how you’re a social media manager for a new hockey expansion team. johnny and simon — who grew up playing hockey together — both got drafted to the pros but have never played on a team together before. they’re both selected for this new franchise — the first time they’ve played together since they were kids.

simon is a defenseman. big, hulking — he’s the guy that's going to initiate fights with the players that are picking on his teammates. you aren’t going to get away with a dirty hit when he's around — he will retaliate. he will dish out a big clean hit when they think they’re safe. especially if it’s johnny. he’s the team enforcer, but still a talented defenseman.

johnny is your center star. he’s wicked fast on the ice, and is always showing off with plays you think are near impossible. he’s surprisingly humble — giving credit where credits due, passing to his teammates when they’re open instead of taking a wild shot himself. he’s the chatty one, always talking up the press during intermission and after the games over.

(and ofc we have gaz as a winger and price as the old goaltender close to retirement, who just can’t give up the game yet)

you were hired with a batch of social media managers in order to promote this new team to the locals. you want to attract season ticket holders. you want people excited for the upcoming season. you want people to meet their players — even though most of them have a history on the ice.

you’re really good at your job. your main job is keeping up with the videos and pictures of the team and players — creating the content that gets posted. your coworkers laswell responds to the fan tweets and comments — she’s got more of a knack for that, where you have the creative eye.

part of your job is getting to know the players and getting them to open up to you on camera, especially when you’re recording. you have them follow along to the latest tiktok trends, record practice sessions and even what time everyone shows up to the arena (simon is early, price is right on time, gaz and johnny are running late). normally your job would be staying on home ice — not following the team when they’re away — but to keep up with content the owners request you specifically go along. it’s been a total hit online and tickets are selling like hotcakes.

you start to really get to know the team — you fly with them and stay in the same hotels. you’re with them at every practice. they start requesting you be the dj at practice even. it helps loosen them up. you get great content. you joke with them. you even stand at the bench during games. (content content content)

johnny of course chats you up first. he's easily to film and he’s your star. he’s the one generating the views and likes and hearts and comments. he’s the one everyone’s excited to see. he’s the first to jump on a new trend you want to film and he’ll encourage everyone to do the same. he’s the only reason that you get simon to be on camera. (and he still won’t go on camera much, rather you have to get shots of him on the ice)

they do their best to include you in everything, but especially when they’re at an away game. if the boys are going out for dinner, johnny will make simon knock on your hotel room door and convince you to join. (you don’t take a lot of convincing, however johnny has to pour simon a stiff bourbon to work up the courage to go ask you). you’re included in celebrations when the team wins. they drag you to one of the guy’s houses for a private dinner and drinks.

johnny and simon start to separately invite you to things — just the two of them. it’ll start off as johnny acting like he has a great new idea for content. he and simon did grow up together, they are best friends. they could have a great little segment together.

but it turns into more. they sit on either side of you. johnny brushes a hand against your thigh and rests it there. simon has an arm on the back of your chair, always keeping his body in the way of any potential threats. always keeping you safe. their sweet little puck slut princess. their hands are all over you by the end of the night.

they take you to a shared hotel room — after all it would be irresponsible for any of your to drive home. and johnny and simon share everything. they’re happy to share a room.

they’re happy to share you.

[s10127470]

Marvel Rivals Animated Series Concept

I know this sounds odd to say, but I legitimately want to see an animated series based on Marvel Rivals.

Like, this literally has all the makings to be adapted!

Plus, it would be pretty cool to see a Marvel video game being adapted into television, which has never been done before.

As for how it would play out.

Essentially, it follows the same plot as the video game, but a little more expanded.

Basically, after Doctor Doom and his 2099 variant caused the Timestream Entanglement, Doctor Strange and The Fantastic Four knew this would have disastrous consequences (given their experience with the multiverse)

It created new worlds out of old ones, which obviously cause pandemonium among the inhabitants.

With the existence now being known by….pretty much everyone in the multiverse, you know damn well that there's gonna be a lot of villains trying to use this knowledge for their own nefarious goals.

So, the five decided to recruit the heroes of their world to help keep the balance of this new universe intact and prevent any villains from making anything worse.

In terms of the art-style, it would essentially be the same as the game, but translated into 2D.

As for the animation, I can think of two studios that could do it.

Flying Bark Studios (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Monkie Kid, Glitch Techs) and Titmouse (Motorcity, Black Dynamite, Ballmastrz 9009).

Also, in terms of the universe our heroes (except for Peni) are from, it's essentially like an ideal version of the 616 universe.

As in, the heroes have actually reached their proper conclusions that people have wanted for years, while still going on their adventures and being heroes.

-The X-Men have actually made progress with human-mutant relations and DIDN'T get genocide'd into oblivion. Nor are they on the verge of extinction every other goddamn week.

-Bruce Banner has finally made peace with The Hulk and is now able to control him. Plus, he's finally with Betty. Yeah, remember her?

And best of all….

-Spider-Man is HAPPILY MARRIED to Mary Jane and is a father now, along with being a goofy but still mature superhero instead of an emotional-stunned man child who gets cucked on a regular basis.

Two of the best elements I could think of for this series are…..

The interactions between the heroes. We've never really had a Marvel cartoon with a cast that big, so it would be cool to see this diverse cast of characters bouncing off each other.

Some of the interactions I could see include….

-Captain America and Namor being brothers-in-arm and often bonding about not quite understanding or even hating modern trends (and rightfully so in some cases).

-Storm and Thor being best friends.

-Iron Man and Peni being friendly rivals.

-Doctor Strange and Scarlet Witch being the sorcerer buddies.

-Rocket and Magik being the resident partners in crime and agents of chaos.

-Hulk and Groot being buddies.

-Luna and Star-Lord geeking out over music together.

-Spider-Man being the absolute heart of this team and essentially being everyone's friend.

-Venom and Scarlet Witch flirting with each other (I was kinda split on this one. Originally, I was gonna have SW married to Vision. Since this universe, the Marvel characters actually allows stay in relationships. However, I really like the trend of shipping Venom and SW together. So I figured they'll be an item in this universe. Actually, what other new ships could you see in this universe?).

And best of all….

-Jeff being a good boy

2. The variants the heroes will meet. This would be the Kingdom Hearts of Marvel: you never know who you'll meet next. There would faces from all forms of Marvel media. From the comics, to the cartoons, to the video games, etc. And nobody's off the table. Anyone will get a chance to appear, no matter how beloved or hated they are. However, they will be treated accordingly depending on their reputation. There would also be a lot of original universes to this series as well, in order to help diversify things.

And finally for the voice cast, it's largely the same as the game but with a few exceptions.

Cap would be voiced again by Roger Craig Smith.

Storm would be voiced again by Danielle Nicolet.

Iron Man would be voiced again by Mick Wingert.

And Spidey would be voiced again by the one….the only…..Josh Keaton!

Anyway, that's all I have.

Let me you know what you think about this concept.

I'm planning on doing a pitch bible to give a more-fleshed out version of all this.

And also, what are some variants you would love to see in this series? And if so, what kind of interactions would they have with the heroes?

[beingsuneone]

Memories… or Delusions?

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

SYNOPSIS: Jason Todd is dead, you have to remember that; even if the newest villain in town is both incredibly sexy and reminds you of the boy you used to love.

FANDOM: DC

PAIRING(S): Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

RATING: PG

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Tim

GENRE/AU: fluff, different timeline AU (not mentioned in detail but the timeline is different than canon), canon divergence, reader is kind of like Stephanie so NOT Bruce’s kids but she does live in the manor.

WORD COUNT: 3.9k

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of blood and injuries.

A/N: I could fs do a part two to this ;)

DEDICATIONS: Myself for having this idea for more than two years and finally getting it out in writing in some way

CREDITS: N/A

“Jesus Christ! Who the fuck is this guy, Batman?” You exclaim, panting hard through your mask; whoever this Red Hood guy is… he really knows your team's weaknesses. It’s disconcerting.

Weirdly enough, he’s left you mostly alone.

Bruce shrugs from across the room. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

It’s a blur of movement as Red Hood tries to attack mostly Bruce, only attacking Dick or you if you get in the way.

He’s said almost nothing since this fight started.

After a few minutes, Bruce sends a signal and jumps out of the half destroyed building; Dick follows and jumps out shortly after.

Leaving just you and Gothams latest criminal.

You’re about to turn to jump again, when suddenly your wrist is caught in Red Hood’s hand.

The familiarity of it makes you gasp and freeze.

He stares down at you, intimidating and silent through his red helmet.

Returning his stare, with as much fiery energy as you can muster, you try to pull your wrist away; His grip is like iron and you can’t.

“Don’t get in my way, Y/n.” He says, making your heart drop with the use of your civilian name. “I won’t choose between you and my goal.”

Your back is rigid and you’re breathing has stopped… if he knows your name, that means he probably knows everyone else’s too.

Fuck.

He finally lets go, brushing past your stiff body.

You’re too shocked to follow him.

….

“He knew my name, Bruce!” You say, feeling panicked. “Do you know what that means?”

Bruce nods curtly. “It means you aren’t suiting up until we’ve taken him down.” You try to protest but Bruce holds a hand up to cut you off. “It’s not up for discussion.”

You fidget with the small red pendant hanging around your neck, something you do whenever you’re feeling too many emotions.

It reminds you of Jason, the first boy you’ve ever been in love with and also the last; Jason was also Bruce’s second adopted son.

Jason Todd died five years ago.

But when he was alive… There was something special about him. He was always so eager to help Bruce by being robin.

That was back before you had your own suit; really, you’d only gotten a superhero identity so you could hunt down the joker and get revenge for Jason, but Bruce had managed to convince you not to do that in the last five years.

Probably for the best, even if seventeen is too young for someone to die; even if having a strong bond ripped away from you before it could become anything still hurt so badly.

You follow Bruce down into the batcave. “What do we know about Red Hood? Do we have any idea how he originated? It seems like he just popped out of nowhere.”

Bruce contemplates his answer as he unlocks the bat computer. “All we know is that he would have had to fly under our radar for months in order to take over the whole underground drug ring.”

You over hover his shoulder, trying to see what’s on the screen below him. “I don’t understand how we wouldn’t hear anything about him? With that many people who work for him, you’d think one of them would mention something.”

He hums in response. “They must be terrified of him.”

Alfred inserts himself into the conversation and ushers you back into the main part of the manor. “Alright, Miss. Y/n, You’re officially off duty indefinitely.” He pauses. “Like Master Bruce said, it is safer if you disconnect yourself from your hero identity.”

You frown. “If he knows my real name, he probably knows where I live.”

“He also told you, quote ‘don’t get in my way’ end quote.” Alfred tuts. “He clearly has no intention of hurting you as a civilian.”

You huff and head up to your bedroom, feeling like you really need to be out there but not really knowing why.

You suppose you don’t know what to do with your time anymore, now that you’ve been superhero-ing for so long.

When was the last time you read a book? Or watched a movie, just because you wanted to? It’s been too long…

Your bookshelves mostly carry decorative encyclopedias and other books that would bore you to sleep, so you leave your room and head just down the hallway.

The door creaks as you push open and clicks when you push it shut; then, you’re left in the silence of Jason Todd’s bedroom. Unchanged and untouched from the last moment he was in here.

It’s a little messy but nothing out of the ordinary for a teenage boy; the bed was never made, and his clothes were ever put in his drawers despite them being washed.

There’s books pulled out and just scattered in places, schoolbooks, comic books, novels… finally you spot what you wanted to find.

It’s a very old and very worn copy of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, something the two of you used to read together when you’d sneak onto the roof of the manor at nighttime.

You’d watch the stars and one of you would read the book out loud, until eventually you both would pass out and give Bruce a heart attack the next morning.

Maybe it was time to revisit that tradition, even if you were only reading to yourself.

Bruce and Alfred are in the Cave so you find your way into the roof and lay back. The shingles are definitely more uncomfortable without Jason to lay on, but it’s still a nice feeling nonetheless.

Just the act of laying under the stars with that book in your hands, makes you feel a kind of warmth that you haven’t felt in years.

You close your eyes and take a long, deep breath of night air; It’s fresh and ever so slightly damp, but in a way that makes you feel nice. The cold nips at your body in all the right ways.

Unfortunately, all bliss is momentary, and someone clearing their throat makes you jump a couple centimeters upwards.

You’re met with the bright red helmet of Red Hood.

“Pride and Prejudice, huh?” He says casually, though you're pretty sure he has a voice changer on, which makes his voice sound more irritated than it probably is.

You back up a few inches. “Bru-” Red Hood slaps a hand over your mouth before you can finish yelling for help.

You squirm in his grip, but he just maneuvers you so that your back is to his chest and you can barely move which makes your body lock up again— you can’t help the feeling of familiarity that settles in your stomach, or the way your body reacts to his.

Worst of all, he smells just like… no, it must just be where you are.

Jason Todd is dead.

And yet.

“Relax, Y/n, I’m not here to hurt you.” Something about him makes you listen and you relax your body. He kind of half-scoffs in response. “Are you done?”

You nod as best you can. He releases you.

“Who— why are you here?” You say, trying to ignore the fact that everything about this masked man reminds you of Jason.

Your chest rises and falls irregularly as he stares at you.

His head snaps away randomly. “Why should I tell you that?”

“Don’t answer my question with a question.”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

There’s a look of defiance shared between the two of you, or, at least, on your end. You can’t actually see his face so you’re really just assuming.

You spin away and blow out a labored breath. “God, I must be going insane…” Even the way he talks with you sounds like Jason.

“You’re so short, you look like a bunny who lost its carrot.” He says with a laugh.

“I do not!” You exclaim angrily, your mouth dropping open. “Okay, that’s it, I’m calling Bruce.” Your hand slips into your pocket to pull out your phone, and just as it's out of your pocket, Red Hood grabs your wrist; he traps it in one spot and yanks the phone from your hand.

He gently sets it on the ground. “Tell that fucker whatever you want, but wait until I’m gone.” The tone in his voice sends a chill down your spine. He seems so angry…

With that, he leaves, taken the same way that you took off the roof.

You stand there until you hear the roar of his motorbike, and then you finally retreat from the roof with the book clutched tightly to your chest.

…..

“I’m going with you, Bruce. You can’t stop me.” You say, already moving to try to grab your suit.

“No, you’re not.” He says sternly, blocking your path. “You need to stay out of this fight.”

You raise your eyebrows in challenge. “I’m going whether you let me wear that suit or not.” Bruce apparently doesn’t like this because he frowns even harder than before. You continue, “You can’t go alone. Dick is out of town and Tim is at school. Let me come.”

“You forget I did this by myself for quite a while before I adopted Dick.” He says firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Bruce doesn’t need your help, you know that; helping him isn’t your real goal.

Ever since the rooftop incident with Red Hood you’d gone into some sort of obsessive spiral over his similarities to Jason.

You feel like you need to talk to him again, touch him again… just to see why he’s so familiar; you feel insane.

The deepest parts of your brain scream at you that it’s not just similarities, that he really is Jason but… he can’t be; you watched them bury Jason’s body.

“There’s something else going on with you.” Bruce says, basically sizing you up.

You stiffen, which unfortunately gives away your next lie. “There’s nothing going on with me.” No excuse comes to mind so you don’t say anything more.

Bruce pauses for a beat.

“This has nothing to do with Red Hood.”

“Okay? Why would that matter?” You say dismissively, but also way too fast. “I don’t think keeping me locked up at home helps anyone.”

He sighs and finally caves. “Fine, you can come.”

…..

You aren’t sure how this situation devolved so quickly, but your communications got cut off a while ago and you haven’t been able to find Bruce or navigate very well through the rubble.

You’re bleeding heavily from a few different cuts and you’re pretty sure you sprained your ankle.

The faint cackle of the Joker makes you dive under a fallen piece of concrete, because if he comes this way he’ll surely kill you.

But the laugh recedes so you crawl out and sit against it instead.

You’re just about to start sobbing from the pain when you hear footsteps again; you go silent and try to move but you don't allow that.

You see a flash of red, and then Red Hood turns a corner into your line of sight.

“Christ’s sake, Y/n.” He mumbles. “What happened?” He approaches and drops down so he’s sitting on his feet, he stares for a moment, and you assume he’s assessing your injuries.

“You can’t call me that— here.” You hiss when he presses a finger against your ankle.

He stands up and takes both your hands, completely ignoring what you said. “Up. But don’t stand on your bad ankle.”

You grip his hands and stand up, holding your bad ankle in the air; Red Hood scoops you up bridal style not a moment later.

You squeal. “What are you doing?”

He stops walking and turns the face of his helmet directly toward you. “I’m taking you back to my base so I can help you get fixed up.” He interrupts you before you can speak, answering the question you were going to ask. “Batman isn’t here anymore, he went to follow after the Joker.”

It’s a rough walk to his bike, and it lasts for about ten minutes; ten awkward minutes of you being carried by Red Hood.

Red Hood who’s supposed to be a criminal and your enemy. Red Hood who brings you more comfort than he should just because of who he reminds you of.

He settles you onto the bike, pulling out an extra helmet before he speeds off.

…..

“Jesus, you sprained your ankle really badly.” He curses, performing whatever medical procedures as you hiss and whine at the pain.

He’s already stitched and/or dressed any of the open wounds you had and he saved the worst for last.

“Okay,” he says absent-mindedly. “I can’t do this properly with this thing.”

He reaches for his helmet but you stop him. “You’re taking your helmet off?”

He hesitates, then nods slowly. “I have to. If you don’t want to see, then shut your eyes until I’m done.”

You nod and squeeze your eyes shut.

He sighs softly and gets back to working on your ankle.

…..

“I swear to god, Bruce, it’s him. Red Hood is Jason.” You say, purposfully making your voice flat and void of emotion. “He has to be.”

Bruce just stares.

And stares.

Sympathetically, softly. But he stares.

“Jason has been dead for a long time, Y/n, and you know that.”

“No— I know, but he can’t be— that has to be him.” You back up into one of the chairs in the batcave, trying to calm your racing heart; you still try to keep a calm outward facade.

“What makes you think he’s Jason?” Bruce asks.

You weakly gesture at nothing with your hand. “Just look at him. He’s— everything about him is the same.”

Tim snorts from the computer. “The running drug rings and murders?”

“Not appropriate, Tim.” Dick says flatly and Tim’s face falls quickly.

You don’t blame him, you probably would have made a joke like that too.

Shaking your head, you stare at the floor past Bruce. “They sound the same, they talk the same way, they look similar— hell, they even smell the same.”

Bruce’s brows furrow. “How do you know what he smells like?”

“Uh…” you stall. “You know, close combat.”

Apparently, he drops it even though he clearly doesn’t believe you, because he asks another question. “We’ve never seen Red Hood unmasked, how do you know they look similar?”

You shrug. “They just do. There’s just something about him. I haven’t been able to shake the feeling for a while.”

It’s silent again for several long moments.

Then Bruce shakes his head absentmindedly.

“Jason is dead, Y/n. No matter how much we miss him, he can’t come back.”

But he’s wrong, he has to be.

Because no one is that similar to someone. You’re sure of it.

……

Your cheeks are wet and your eyes are starting to become raw from you rubbing at them.

Sobbing pathetically on the rooftop of the manor because you had to be reminded about a death that happened a long time ago is not the highlight of your day.

It’s stupid, going from sure of yourself, to telling yourself you’re so stupid for ever thinking it could be true in the first place.

There’s footsteps beside you, but you don’t look up. You don’t care enough to see who it is.

You fidget with the necklace around your neck as you sniffle into your knees.

Something clicks and then hisses as if air pressure is being released before you hear a tiny thud, and then someone pulls you into them.

You know who it is now.

“What’s wrong?” He asks quietly. You know you could look up and confirm your suspicions at any moment but you just can’t bring yourself to do it.

It’s not true, after all, because it can’t be. It’s not possible.

You shrug against him. “I’m reopening old wounds for no reason.” You pause. “Why do you trust me?”

He’s silent, contemplative for a while. “You’re you.”

You laugh dryly. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

“You haven’t even bothered to look have you?” His hand strokes lines in your hair. “You could. I don’t think I’d mind.”

“I don’t want to know.” You say, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’m not ready for that.”

He nods, you can feel the movement through his body, even though it’s subtle.

You sit, wrapped up in his arms for a long while before he clears his throat softly and asks, “what old wounds have you been reopening?”

Your eyes well again, but you choke back the tears. “An old… friend, I guess. He died.” You start to pull back but you don’t look at his face.

Instead, you bury your face in your hands again. He lets you pull back. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

You shrug. “It was a long time ago, he just meant a lot to me— and it’s really hard because you remind me so much of him.”

He makes a sort of strangled sound and then clears his throat again but more rough this time. “Why do you say that?”

His voice sounds even more similar without the helmet and voice changer. This man is going to be the death of you. Maybe literally. “I don’t… I don’t know. It’s just everything.” You shake your head and laugh sardonically. “It’s driving me insane.”

“How did he die?” His voice is darker than before, and there’s a sort of undertone you can’t place.

“Brutally.” You stop, take a deep breath, and offer only a bit more context. “The Joker.”

He hums. “The Joker‘s alive and ruling this dumb city.” He pauses. “How do you think your friend would feel about that?”

“Probably about the same as I do. Sick.” You run a hand through your hair, purposefully trying to avoid seeing his face. “That’s why I became a hero, you know. I wanted to kill the joker because he killed Ja- um, my friend.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“People stopped me before I did something I couldn’t come back from.” You say, wrapping your arms around your legs. “I hope the joker suffers a terrible death, but I don’t think it should be by my hands. He wins if I spend the rest of my existence regretting it.”

Red Hood picks up his helmet and clicks it back on. “Right.” He stands and stares down at you. “I have to leave now.”

You shudder at his sudden coldness, and stand abruptly. “Okay, I— um, goodbye…?” You want to smack yourself at how unsure you sound. “Did I say something wrong?”

He shakes his head. “I just don’t know why you would ever regret ridding the world of someone like The Joker, that’s all.”

Stiffly, you nod and wipe your hands on your pants.

“Sorry about your friend.” He finishes, before leaving you alone on the roof again. “Too bad I didn’t know him.”

Basically, crushing any hopes you might’ve had that he was Jason.

……

This is an atrociously stupid idea, you know; driving directly into the den of Gotham's biggest drug lord is the smartest thing to do.

But Gotham's biggest drug lord is Red Hood, and you’re fairly sure he won’t hurt you. Mostly.

His lackeys though, don’t seem so forgiving.

“Who the hell are you?” The man who barks the question at you, is raggedy looking and has the worst, most distasteful tattoos you’ve seen in your life.

“I’m here to see Red Hood.” You amend quickly, “I’m a friend of his.”

“Yeah, right.” The other guard says, a bulky looking woman who is also insanely beautiful… unsettlingly so. “A fragile little thing like you, friends with our boss… please.”

You scoff. “Trust me, I’m not fragile.” Stopping, you contemplate whether it’s a good idea to start something, considering your ankle is still healing. “Just call him.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine, whatever.”

An old phone hangs on the wall and she picks up the receiver and quickly dials a number. “Hey, I have a woman here who says she’s the bosses friend— her name? I have no clue— Oi, what’s your name?” The woman barks at you.

“Y/n.”

“Her name’s Y/n.” She’s silent for a minute while we all wait, then she hangs up the phone aggressively and yanks your arm into her grip. “Lucky. Let’s go.”

The corridors are a bit confusing to navigate, but you’re mostly just following the woman, who seems very familiar with them.

After ten minutes you reach a door, it matches almost every other door, but it has ‘boss’ written crudely on it in spray paint.

“You’re on your own from here.” She says gruffly before stomping away.

You take a moment to collect yourself before you knock, and the door swings open before you can even finish knocking.

“Why are you here?” Red Hood sounds breathless behind his mask, as if something winded him. “How did you remember how to get here?”

“I’m… actually not sure.” You chuckle quietly to yourself as Red Hood pulls you inside.

He sits down at a desk after pulling a chair out for you to sit in. “Again, why are you here?”

Your heart seizes for a moment as if the reason why you’re here hit you all over again. “I want you to show me who you are.”

“Are you sure?” Red Hood questions slowly, his body locking up. “You’re not going to like it.”

You nod curtly. “Yes, I need to know.”

He takes a deep breath and stands up, coming right up close to you. Far enough that you could see his face clearly but close enough to have your knees buckling.

He reaches up and presses a button you can’t see. The helmet hisses and opens, he pulls it off.

And your jaw drops.

Standing there, in grown up glory, black hair, green eyes that used to kill you, is Jason Fucking Todd.

“You’re— You’re not— dead.” You stammer, almost reaching out to touch him before you yank your hand back.

You’re so irrationally angry and also relieved and devastated all at the same time.

Jason sets the helmet down. You can’t decide whether to hug him and never let go or slap him for waiting so long to tell you. “That’s a… complicated story.” He pauses. “I promise I’ll tell you that story but I just— can’t get into that right now.”

You nod slowly. “Okay… that means I can get fucking pissed now.”

You’ve clearly confused him when you wrap your hands around his waist and squeeze tightly while also cursing him out. “I can’t believe you waited this long to show me.”

You can see the smart-ass comment on the tip of his tongue but he bites it back. “I knew you’d find out eventually.” His eyes caress your body and there’s a look of longing lingering in his eyes; he seems to be contemplating something. “Fuck it, I’ve been waiting too long to do this.”

You barely have time to react as Jason lowers his face down to yours and kisses you; As soon as you realize what he’s doing, you kiss back.

His hands go to rest on your hips, as you slowly get pushed back into his desk behind you. When you hit the ledge of if, Jason lifts you onto its surface, and pulls back.

“I’ve wanted to do that since we were kids.” He says quietly.

You gently touch your lips, almost in disbelief. “I’ve been wanting you to do that since we were kids.”

All content belongs to @beingsuneone , do not repost, copy or post on other platforms without my permission.

[guzhufuren]

Thailand 🇹🇭 A Guide to Some of the Best Queer Asian Shows

Full list here.

1. KinnPorsche mafia boss/bodyguard; action; kidnapper/kidnapee side couple

Kinn, a son of a prominent mafia head, is ambushed by an enemy, and meets Porsche, a bartender who comes to his rescue for a price, thus beginning their reluctant relationship as boss and bodyguard, which soon turns into something more.

iQIYI

2. Bed Friend friends with benefits; office setting; trauma

King and Uea work in the same office. After a company outing ends in a drunken hook-up between them, Uea and King agree to keep seeing each other on a strictly physical basis. With no strings attached, will these two be able to keep things between them simple and carefree or will their emotions eventually get the better of them?

Uncut 18+ on iQIYI or GagaOOLala or cut on YouTube

3. The Sign reincarnated lovers; fantasy; thai mythology; police

The story of the love between Phaya and Tharn who used to be mythological creatures Naga and Garuda in their past lives, and were forced apart. But fate intervened, and two men were reincarnated in new bodies. Now, they work together as partners in the Special Investigations Unit to uncover violent crimes and supernatural mysteries while their love is tested by mystical forces and past enemies.

YouTube

4. I Feel You Linger In The Air period drama; time travel; bittersweet

Jom, an architect overseeing the renovation of a rundown villa, continuously dreams of a man he's never met. When a twist of fate transports Jom to Chiang Mai in the 1920s, he assumes the role of a servant to the affluent young master Yai, the mysterious man from his dreams.

GagaOOLala or YouTube

5. You're My Sky sports; university setting; coming of age

Thorn, a young basketball player follows his senior Fah to university as a result of the promise they’d made — to become national basketball champions. However, to his dismay, he finds that Fah has already given up on basketball. --- Aai has to work in pairs throughout the semester with San, 1 year footballer; in order to receive a scholarship to study in Japan, Ai must be willing to do everything to get an A grade. --- Track running requires the compatibility of the team members to be very high. Vee, who became the new racquet 4, has to speed up training to fit in with the team as quickly as possible, especially with Dome, spending extra time together to train. Is love actually a major obstacle on the path of being an athlete?

Viki

6. Cutie Pie (+Cutie Pie 2 You, Naughty Babe) arranged marriage; secret identity; crack

The sons of two companies, Lian and Kuea, have been engaged to each other since childhood. One decides he doesn't want the arranged marriage anymore while the other decides to win him back.

Cutie Pie: YouTube & Cutie Pie 2 You: Uncut 18+ on iQIYI or cut on YouTube & NB: uncut on IQIYI or cut on YouTube

7. Until We Meet Again reincarnated lovers; forbidden love;university setting

Two boys who couldn't be together in one life find each other again in another.

+ Between Us university setting; swimming club; trauma

A parallel story to Until We Meet Again. Win and Team get to know one another through the swimming club, and eventually develop a relationship. They grow their connection as Win helps Team deal with his childhood trauma.

UWMA: YouTube & Between Us: Special: YouTube & Between Us: Uncut 18+ on iQIYI or paid YouTube or cut on YouTube

8. Step By Step office setting; boss/employee; slowburn

Jeng is a marketing manager and son of the owner of the company. Pat is a new team member. Jeng develops a secret fondness for his new subordinate, but in this position, he has to be strict and picky with Pat.

Uncut 18+ on Viki or GagaOOLala or cut on YouTube

9. GAP The Series wlw; office setting; boss/employee; class difference

Long after Sam first came to Mon's rescue when they were kids, Sam is unambiguously Mon's idol. In order to be near Sam, Mon gets a job working under her. When they finally meet again at the office, Mon is surprised by Sam’s icy exterior, so different from the image she'd had of her. Mon and Sam aren't just different in demeanour; they stand apart in class and age.

YouTube

10. Lucky My Love wlw; office setting

In the pursuit of love, Nabdao has been doing everything. She has got her fortune read. She's gone on a string of blind dates. Unfortunately, no one seems to be on the same page as her. She starts to think that perhaps her gorgeous and caring boss Pheem could be the one for her. Then Vela, her new team leader, comes into the picture and shakes things up with her observant and affectionate care.

YouTube

11. La Pluie soulmate alternative universe

In an alternate universe where Thailand is perpetually rainy and soulmates exist, La Pluie traces the story of Saengtai, who suffers from sensorineural hearing loss every time it rains. The only voice he can hear then is that of his soulmate, but he is adamant about not giving said soulmate a chance due to having seen his parents’ (who are also soulmates) relationship deteriorate.

YouTube or iQIYI

12. I Told Sunset About You (+ Last Twilight in Phuket, I Promised You the Moon) coming of age; childhood friends to lovers; high school setting

Two childhood best friends-turned-rivals meet again, awakening an old rivalry and old feelings. They now have to navigate their lives together and the growing attraction toward each other.

Viki (ITSAY) & YouTube (LTIP) & Viki (IPYTM)

13. Ghost Host, Ghost House crush at first sight; ghosts; grief

Kevin's passion is the challenge of hunting ghosts. He returns to Thailand after 10 years to stay with his aunt's family, but he didn't know that he'd come to stay under the same roof as those hunted ghosts. There he meets Pluem, a young gardener working for his family and a spark ignites between them.

YouTube or GagaOOLala

14. Something In My Room ghost/human; mystery; bittersweet

Looking to start a new life in a new house with his mother, Phat feels something uncanny in his room, which turns out to be the ghost of Phob. Phob wants Phat’s help in solving the mystery of his death before it’s too late.

I recommend watching the extended uncut version on KissKH or Dramacool, but you can also watch cut version on YouTube

15. Manner of Death crime; mystery; dark

A forensic pathologist Bunn is threatened to identify a manner of one victim's death as suicide — something that is not true according to the autopsy performed. The prime suspect seems to be a man named Tan who denies all involvement. They team up together to find the real murderer.

WeTV

16. Triage time loop; hospital setting; crime; mystery

As a resident in the emergency room, one should be indifferent when not saving a patient's life. But Tin got the chance to reverse a random patient's death for the second, third, and countless times. To help Tol and save his life.

AIS PLAY

17.  Love Mechanics cheating; university setting

A love story that starts one night in a club — between Mark, who is drunk and carrying the painful burden of his one-sided love, and the boy who he bumps into and mistakes as the object of his affection. They spend a night together and gradually Mark falls for Vee, although he knows Vee has a girlfriend. Will the love between them make it?

WeTV

18. Wedding Plan wedding planner/groom; lavender marriage; wlw side couple

Nuea is a professional wedding planner. Sailom happens to be the perfect man for Nuea based on his visual considerations for a man. But the universe has an unimaginable sense of humor as Sailom and his fiance Yiwa turn out to be Nuea's new clients.

Uncut 18+ on iQIYI or cut on Youtube & iQIYI (special episode)

19. Laws of Attraction lawyers; crime

When working-class man Tinn's niece fails to receive justice for her untimely death, he encounters Charn, a cynical morally corrupt lawyer. As Tinn and Charn team up to delve deeper into the case, they form a close bond despite their ideological differences. The series explores Charn and Tinn’s fight for justice, even though they were on opposite sides of the fence at the beginning.

YouTube

20. Secret Crush On You “nerd”/popular guy; queer friend group; university setting

Discover the secret of a nerdy young man, Toh, who fell in love with a popular third-year senior. Because his dream is so far from reach, observing is the only thing he could do. But what happens when one auspicious day the world devises an opportunity for Toh to make himself known to his crush Nuea?

YouTube

21. To Sir, With Love period drama; family drama; rich man/lower class man

A powerful family suffering from internal power struggles is now facing an even greater secret threat, the oldest son and heir is gay.

YouTube

22. My Only 12% best friends to lovers; slow burn

Cake and Seeiw, next-door neighbors and childhood best friends, navigate their feelings towards each other as they grow up.

YouTube

23. Show Me Love wlw; beauty pageants

Meena moves to Bangkok to achieve her singing dreams. She chances across Cherine who asks Meena to join her in a beauty pageant. The girls' journey for the crown begins and a romance between them sparks.

YouTube

24. Pit Babe omegaverse; alpha/alpha; car racing

Babe is the number one race car driver and an alpha with special abilities who only has sex with other alphas. Nerdy naive alpha Charlie approaches Babe to ask for his help to become a racer himself. Babe agrees to help Charlie realise his dream, but it will come with a price.

Uncut on iQIYI or cut on YouTube

---

You can watch many shows for free on YouTube, and watch others on the streaming websites by setting VPN to Thailand. In other cases I recommend paying for subscriptions to show appreciation and support of content in order to get more of it in the future, but if you can’t, watch on KissKH (better quality), Dramacool or get files from MkvDrama. Enjoy!  🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[milaisreading]

Wedding crashers

🌱🩷: Ngl, I liked this idea a lot! So, let's go!

Warning: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

(Y/n) wasn't usually someone who cared what her family thought of her. She didn't have the best upbringing. Her parents weren't the best when it came to being parents, and her distant family members who were aware of it just turned a blind eye to everything. They tried to keep a good image up, and during her more rebellious phase they would pretend not to know her in public, and in private forbid their kids from hanging out with her. Why she agreed to come to the wedding was something she really didn't understand herself. Was it hope to reconcile with them now that her life is in order? Or was it longing to have a normal day with them? Whatever the reason was, she was at at the wedding. Well, both her and Luna, who was quite an attention catcher for the women and kids there.

(Y/n) wasn't stupid, she knew Luna was handsome and famous, so naturally everyone wanted to be around him. She just didn't know to what extent. The bride and groom were giving them side-glares from time to time when someone asked for pictures with the star player, something he would deny quite quickly.

"Are you sure you are comfortable here? You can leave, if you want to." (Y/n) told the Spaniard as they sat on their table, watching one of the kids solemnly walk away after Luna refused to take a picture with him.

"Why wouldn't I be? I got free food, a day off, and can hang out with you. This is great." Luna laughed as he leaned against his chair, and then looked back at her.

"Well, it is kind of boring and you keep getting pestered by everyone."

"I don't mind. Besides, you are here, so it's pretty fun." Luna answered honestly. The woman was taken aback for a moment and looked back at all the guests that were now around the groom and bride.

"Oh... thanks. And, thank you for agreeing to come with me."

'I would have probably broken down by now. I guess someone like Luna-san being with me is too intimidating for them to say whatever they want.' She concluded as Luna kept his gaze on her while smiling.

'So adorable~'

'I should take him out for some food later.'

Meanwhile, outside of the venue, the rest of the World 5 team were glaring at the blonde while staring through the window. Well, 3 of them were glaring while one was a little concerned that people will find them and it might draw unnecessary attention on them.

"I am kicking Luna's ass once I catch him." Adam mumbled as Pablo bit his nails while glaring at the blonde.

"I would have been a better date. (Y/n) and I would have looked way better."

"Dream on, Cavasoz. But, I do agree with Adam, I am beating Luna's ass after this." Silva grumbled as Loki tried to calm them down.

"Calm down. And was it really necessary to come here? We might ruin the night for (L/n)-san."

"Loki, you are a sweet kid, but it was absolutely necessary. Luna can not be trusted. Poor (Y/n) is probably bored to hell with him." Silva told thebFrench boy, who decided to take a look through the window.

"It looks like she is laughing at something he said."

"Loki, my child, she is pretending. Every woman does that around a man she is bored." Adam said, ignoring the sight in front of him.

"Yes. It's a good tactic." Pablo agreed as he kept on glaring at Luna. Loki blinked at them in confusion and then looked back at the two, who were talking about something.

"So, whenever she laughs around you guys, she is bored-"

"You are looking way tok deep into this, Loki!" Adam quickly said.

"Look! (Y/n) is leaving the table. Let's go and talk to Luna." Silva said as the three looked at the now alone Luna while (Y/n) went off to where the drinks were.

"I am teaching that Spaniard a lesson." Pablo cracked his knuckles.

"God, help us..." Loki sighed as he silently followed after them.

With (Y/n)...

'30 more minutes and we can go... Everyone has been ignoring me, so nobody will notice I am gone, anyway.' (Y/n) sighed as she looked through the different drink options for Luna and her.

"I really owe him one for this-"

"There is my baby cousin! Why the foul mood? It's a wedding."

The woman groaned as she heard her cousin, and groom, approach her spot at the bar.

"Hey there, (C/n), sorry about that. I just don't feel the best right now." She said with a forced smile when she noticed the smirk on the man's face.

"I can see why. It must suck being the family's disappointment. No man, the only man who ever wanted you cheating, no kids, no family of your own. Just some stupid job. Not even your parents wanted to speak with you."

"Can you just for one day leave me alone? It's your wedding and you still find the time to annoy me." (Y/n) glared at the man who glared at her in return.

"Well, we would love to enjoy this day if all the attention wasn't on a certain football star. How did you even get him to come here? Just look at you."

The man said in disgust while pointing at (Y/n).

"Excuse you-"

"OH MY GOD! ISN'T THAT DADA SILVA?!"

"And Pablo Cavazos?! He looks even cuter in real life! I need a picture!"

"Adam Blake as well! He looks so hot!"

"I need to take a picture with them!"

The two looked in bewilderment at the crowd that was forming around the table (Y/n) and Luna were supposed to be sitting. The woman looked over at her cousin, whose face was as red as a tomato from the anger he was feeling. (Y/n) held back a laugh as the man stomped over to the table.

'He really isn't used to people stealing his spotlight. Serves you right for blowing out my candles and opening my presents during my birthday parties.'

She silently laughed.

"(L/n)-san, I am so sorry for this."

Loki's voice spooked her out a little and she looked over at the nervous boy.

"Loki? You are here as well?" She asked in surprise.

"I was forced here... I am sorry for all of this. I will gather the guys and we will leave-"

The boy was interrupted by (Y/n), who shook her head in protest to the idea.

"Don't worry, and it's about time for Luna-san and I to leave, anyway. Let's just go." She said, gently pushing him towards the door.

"Are you sure?"

Loki and (Y/n) looked over at the 4, who were doing their best to leave as quickly as possible, while the guests looked in disappointment at them for wanting to leave.

'I owe them all a meal for this...' She thought and smiled back at Loki.

"I am sure. We can wait for them outside. They seem to have this under control." (Y/n) said as Loki went along with what she had planned, still a little confused over it.

The next day...

"Well, looks like you 4 are allegedly looking for a bride. I am hurt you didn't tell me." (Y/n) laughed as both her and Loki read the headlines on one of the tabloids.

"How did you know?- Ow!" Adam glared at Luna who had elbowed him the the stomach.

"What?" She blinked at the Brit, who shook his head.

"Nothing!"

"What makes you say that?" Silva raised an eyebrow.

"Last night's incident is all over the news. Especially in Britain and Spain."

Loki said while showing Luna and Pablo his phone.

"Sorry about that one again. Let's hope you won't become less popular around the women because of me." (Y/n) said apologetically as the Argentinian man spoke up.

"I don't mind! I have my sight set on someone." Pablo shrugged while glancing at her.

"Same with me." Adam quickly added in while looking at (Y/n) as well. Silva and Luna nodded their heads in agreement, keeping their eyes on the woman as well.

"Yep! I found a quite nice lady for myself as well." The Spaniard added in.

"So, no need to apologize. I have someone in mind already."

(Y/n) looked at the four in surprise before speaking up.

"Good to hear that! Hope you tell those women your feelings soon!" She laughed and looked back at Loki, who was holding in a laugh.

"Anyway, Loki, your manager called over some issues back at home. Nothing minor, it's just that some guy keeps saying he misses you."

"I can already tell who it is..." Loki groaned.

While the two were talking, the 4 men looked at (Y/n) in disbelief.

'This has to be a cruel joke!'

'Is she dense?! I mean, it is cute, but come on!'

'Next time I will straight up confess. Being subtle doesn't work in my favor.'

'My adorable idiot! She is so cute, but yet frustrating!'

[beccaann22]

you look like you love me - riley green

pairing: riley green x fem!reader

summary: reader sees riley walk into the bar and knows just what she wants.

warnings: drinking, flirting, suggestive contents, love

i was all but 22

i think at the time

i'd been out on the road

lonely at night

and it had been awhile

so it was on my mind

y/n has been out at the bar all night so far with her friends. they're traveling following the rodeo as it makes it rounds through the southern and midwestern states. y/n is a barrel racer, while her friends range from tricker riders to bull riders. they had just wrapped up a long day of sweating in the hot sun of oklahoma while doing what they do best. putting on a show for the rodeo fans. and they loved it, they really did. y/n loved feeling the adrenaline right before she set off for that first barrel with her most precious belonging. cooper. her beautiful chestnut quarter horse. he's been with her since she was a teenager and has followed her on this journey with the rodeo. but y/n has been missing something for a while now and she can't seem to figure out what it is.

y/n and her friends where exushted though, they had been working since 7 this morning practicing and then the actual events themselves. needless to say they all needed a break. its currently eight o'clock at night and they'd been here since six in the evening. sure they had dinner here first before they started drinking but as soon as the last plate left, and round of tequila shots appeared at the table. currently y/n is currently nursing a strawberry daiquiri.

she was on a mission tonight. to get laid. its been far to long for her liking and it doesn't help that she's quit picky with her men. and she has a rule that she doesn't sleep with men she's working with. so that means all these rodeo boys she traveling with are off limits by her own rules. and she's fine with that, none of them quite do it for her anyways. too cocky in there own ways and don't quite look the part. she knows her type when she see's it though.

well, i saw him walk in

with his cowboy hat

and i thought to myself

i could use some of that

his boots like glass on a saw dust floor

had moves like nothing i had ever seen before

taking another sip of her drink, her eyes are drawn to the door when a rowdy group enters the bar. it's a group of men- cowboys- if you will and they were having the time of their lives tonight. they claim a booth not to far from y/n's booth with her friends. y/n nudges her friend, charlotte, in the side. nodding her head at the group of men next to them, y/n grins at charlotte. charlotte throws her head back laughing at y/n's antics and wiggles her eye brows back at y/n.

y/n jumps off the booth and lands her two feet on the floor, "hey y'all i'm gonna go get us another round real quick." her words quickly meet the ears of all her friends and they erupt in cheers. she giggles at them as she works her way up to the the bar. the bars not overly busy as it was a thursday night. but a majority of the rodeo crew was there, and there's quite a bit of them and the rest of the people who wanted to enjoy a night out with friends. she gets to the bar and leans against the counter waiting to get the bartenders attention. when she catches his eye and orders another round of beers this time she feels a presence next to her. from the corner of her eye she can see the side view of probably the most handsome man she's ever seen. he's wearing wrangler jeans that fit him just right in all the right places, a black carhartt shirt that hugs his biecps showing all his muscles, brown cowboy boots and black baseball hat for what she assumes is a football team. more then likely college. she turns her eyes back to the counter waiting for the beers.

the handsome man, riley, comes to be aware of his surroundings and notices the most beautiful girl next to him. his breath hitches completely caught off guard by her beauty. she was absolutely stunning to him. the most prettiest sight to see he was sure of it, and way out of his league. she was wearing these bootcut jeans that hugged her curves just right, brown cowboy boots and the prettiest lil shirt on her body hugging her chest and flaring out at the bottom. she had her hair curled and it was slightly messy from the days activities.

y/n could sense his eyes on her, so she thinks to herself, "screw it, what's the worst that could happen?" and she turns her head towards him and says, "well hi there cowboy," and gives him a cute little grin as she looks him up and down. this absolutely stuns riley, him not expecting her to acknowledge him, but boy is he glad she did.

putting on his big boy boots riley smiles down at the girl, he's 6'4' so naturally a lot of girls are shorter then him, and y/n's no exception. he swallows his nerves and breaths out a, "hello ma'am."

ma'am. he called he ma'am. y/n immediately melted. for some reason hearing him call her ma'am absolutely did it for her. she pulls herself together and rests her elbow on the counter and her chin on her hand, "you find something interesting that you're looking at," she asks him teasing him.

"yes ma'am, i found something quite pretty to look at while i wait for my drinks.. i'm riley by the way," he leans closer to her, so close that she can smell his cologne. boy oh boy does he smell good. there's no other way to describe it other then the scent of a hardworking man but comforting at the same time. husky and maybe a little sandal wood? leather perhaps. she has no idea what is it, all she knows is that it's her new favorite scent.

before she could reply, the bartender bring her the round of coors light and his round of what seems to be miller light. y/n and riley can hear their individual groups hollering for them, they look over and see that their groups have some how merged together and they're all mingling together. charlotte catches y/n's eye and winks at her. "oh thank you my sweet charlotte," y/n thinks to herself.

riley laughs, "well i guess are groups are together now then." y/n smiles at him and grabs her tray of beer, "looks that way." and she walks away from him and towards their groups handing out the beers to her friends. riley watches her walk away, her swaying hips absolutely doing him in for un-pure thoughts. he shakes his head trying to make them go away before following after her, handing the beer out as well.

charlotte leans into y/n's ear and whispers, "that man is eyeing you down so bad right now. if you don't make a move soon you'd be a fool." that gives y/n the confidence she needed. so she grabs an unopened beer from the table and walks right up to riley lightly guiding him away from the prying ears, and hands him a beer. she steps a little closer to him, leaving little space in between their chests. she looks up at him and says, "baby, i think your gonna wanna hear this."

he looks down at her, the small amount of space between them sending tingles all over his body, "what am i gonna wanna hear sweet thing?" he asks her raising his hand to her face, brushing hair out of her eyes lightly touching her cheek.

she reaches her hand up to her neck and stands on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, "you look like you love me." she moves her lips to his other ear, "you look like you want me to want you to come on home."

he looks down at her, "oh, do i know darlin'?" he asks her with a grin on his face. he likes where this is going.

"oh baby i don't blame you for looking at me across this, but i'm drunk and i'm ready to leave. and you look like you love me," she whispers to him as she wraps her hands around his hips.

excuse me

you look like you love me

you look like you want me

to want you to come on home

and baby, i don't blame you

for lookin' me up and down across this room

im drunk and im ready to leave

and you look like you love me

riley looks over at his friends making sure they aren't being nosy sons of bitches and then looks back down at this girl who's making moves he never thought she would. he had no idea the night would lead to this. he just came to the local beer joint with the guys when this bold country girl was the only one in the room he could see. she was a dream come true. everyone else was invisible. and now here she is telling him everything he wants to hear.

well, i was down at the local beer joint with a few of the guys

when this cute little country girl caught my eye

and boy, let me tell you she was the prettiest thing i'd ever seen in a pair of boots

well, she walked right up to me and handed me a beer, gave me a look like, lets get out of here

and that's when i realized that she was every cowboy's dream come true

she told me this right here.

"come on riley, lets get out of here. your giving me this look like you want me to want you to come on home and you're looking me up and down from across the room. now baby i'm drunk and i wanna go home with you," y/n tells him. she knows what she's doing, she may be buzzed but she's not so drunk that she's not aware of her actions. she wants this. she wants him.

excuse me

you look like you love me

you look like you want me

to want you to come on home

and baby, i don't blame you

for lookin' me up and down across this room

im drunk and im ready to leave

and you look like you love me

she knew as soon as she saw him in his cowboy hat that this is the man she wanted. right now and possibly forever. she didn't wanna waste anymore time when she could be with him.

so if you ever see a man in a cowboy hat

and you think to yourself

"i could use some of that"

don't waste your time

just give 'em this here line

goes a little like this

"alright baby, you don't gotta convince me," riley tells y/n. he grabs her hand and leads her to the door of the bar and out to his truck. his hand on her thigh the entire drive back to his place. if he was gonna spend the night with a girl a special as y/n it wasn't gonna be some lame night in a truck or hotel room. he was gonna give her a real bed. his bed.

he pulls up to his home, parks and basically jumps out of the truck to run to the other side and open the truck door for y/n. she deserves chivalry. and he was gonna give that and more to her. he leads her inside and upstairs, to his bed. he lays her down gently. and from then on he treats like a lady. fulfilling every wish and command she had.

y/n was hooked. she needed riley for the rest of her life. this was the piece she was missing all along. riley was her void. she was complete now. don't be a fool though. just because she found riley doesn't mean her life stopped. no- she kept her life the same. she still barrel raced with cooper. she just didn't go state to state anymore. she doesn't go farther then a state away from oklahoma now. she found her riley and she doesn't plan on losing him. and neither does he. man he got so lucky, he tells himself that constantly. to find a girl as special as y/n was once in a life time, and he stuck gold. he wasn't planning on doing anything to risk that. they found each other when they least expected it. and now that they have each other they're complete. they're riley and y/n.

excuse me

you look like you love me

you look like you want me

to want you to come on home

and baby, i don't blame you

for lookin' me up and down across this room

im drunk and im ready to leave

and you look like you love me

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The Rise of Team E-Scope Headcanons: Part Nine

Idea Post Part One Last Part

The Am-AH-zon Race:

• Noah wasn't asleep away from him team. He was actually sleeping with his head in Izzy's lap. She had been playing with his hair while talking to Trent about something random that came to her mind, and Trent was being nice and just listening to her ramble while Justin was talking with Tyler.

Alejandro didn't sleep well that night, so he woke up already a little grumpy, and Owen's sleep talking hadn't helped anything. He got a little jealous that Noah was sleeping through it all but, on the other hand, was happy someone was getting some sleep.

That's why he elbowed Owen and hissed, "Will you pipe down already!"

Izzy saw this and gasped to herself. She knew Alejandro wasn't as he displayed, but it was another thing to see it so blatantly without anyone else noticing.

• Owen still absolutely sleep punches Alejandro in the face, which caused him to fall, and at the same time, Noah woke up because of Izzy dodging Owen's fists he fell off her lap and groaned about economy class.

• Thus, Alejandro saw an opportunity to help his new "amigo" and offered Noah a hand up. Noah, to play up, their new friendship fretted about the black eye he could see forming on Alejandro and made him sit down so he could go get supplies from the nurse. (The actual nurse, not Chef, in the sexy nurses outfit. Though I love him in that outfit. One of my top favorites of his.)

• It's when Noah leaves to get ice that Owen tries to apologize to Alejandro and Alejandro just brushes it off and maybe smugly adds, "Nothing the ice Noah is getting for me won't fix....and some revenge." He still absolutely asks if Owen has any serious allergies. He doesn't, but this does make him go on a tangent of Noah's allergies.

• Noah comes back, but with Chef in the nurse outfit (I had to). Chef doesn't slap the eyepatch on Alejandro right away he just hands it to him and tells Noah to help him put it on after they ice the eye after a while. Noah, of course, agrees.

• Alejandro may enjoy the attention more than he'd ever admit as Noah held the ice to his eye for him and then helped place the eyepatch on him. All the while, he ignored Owen as best he could. And maybe he smirked a little when Owen tried to grab him, and Noah stopped him.

He would have gotten more enjoyment from it if Noah had been harsh with the butter donkey, but the smaller boy had just stopped Owen gently and jokingly told the oaf, "careful big guy, i just got him back in working order."

• A rat does appear in the episode, but it just runs across Noah's feet. He knows the rat. Its name is Pesto, and it's one of the interns, Camille's pet rat. But he plays up, not knowing it and claiming once more how he hates economy class. Alejandro follows this up by declaring the next challenge they will be back in first class.

• Tyler still makes his comment of it not being all bad. He and Lindsay had been blowing kisses back and forth with Tyler comically catching her kisses in increasingly goofy manners to make his girl laugh.

• Lindsay, DJ, and Sadie all feel bad about eliminating Bridgette and Leshawna but talk out why it had to happen. DJ still feels like it should have been him who got eliminated, and Izzy and Noah hear this and share a look. Eva had talked to them about this and heard it themselves, and seeing the distress on DJ's face, they agreed to their next elimination being DJ.

• Izzy immediately starts loudly talking about how her family has been cursed many times. DJ optimistically asked her how her family got rid of them, to which Izzy responded, "Got rid of? Haha, why would we do that?"

• Sierra did make a laptop out of a pizza box. There was no pizza in it. She made a fake keyboard, too, out of a different pizza box that she placed in the empty bottom part of the first pizza box. There will be no rat acting as the mouse because the rats we see are Camille's pets that she is renting to the show.

She is going through major electronics withdrawal.

• Gwen did not mistake it as a real laptop but did ask what that was all about and when Sierra offered to let her check her emails Gwen did say she was good but she slowly got out of her seat so she could go to the bar and order breakfast.

• Heather was still doing her makeup to try and hide her black eye and the bruising of her cheek. Courtney would lie about finding the situation a little funny.

• Gwen still made the comment about Team Amazon being in the Amazon and how that has to be a lucky sign. Sierra still pointed out how that was a jinx, and even Eva nodded her head in agreement. She doesn't believe in that stuff, but it's all to make it seem like she does a bit given she, Izzy, and Noah are trying to get DJ out gently and to do this they need to mention curses and jinxes and the like.

• Chris confirms knowing about Cody's allergies and Noah's! In one of my TDWT Rewrite Headcanons, I said he is allergic to bees, wasps, pollen, and dust, so he also has an epipen.

Sierra still volunteered to hold the epipen for Cody. Katie and Eva were about to volunteer, too, but Cody still begged Gwen to do it, which she reluctantly agreed to.

Izzy was prepared to volunteer for Noah, but Alejandro beat her to it. All part of his plan to be seen as a good friend to Noah and keep him unassuming.

• Noah would like to state for the record he was unaware of the Zing Zing plot and would have vetoed that very bad idea as soon as Chris had it. Squirt bottle and all! He knows all the tribes that live in the Amazon thanks to a project he did on it in school. So he knows the Zing Zing's are most likely the interns or actors being paid to dress up.

• Still no tents, but they are given packs with sleeping bags, some water, trail mix, jerky, and protein bars as basic provisions, plus the walkie-talkies and flashlights.

• The teams still split up the same way as the show with Victory and Chris going left and Amazon going right.

• Lindsay, DJ, and Sadie did get to the zipline first and got to use the T-bar. DJ held onto the T-bar while Lindsay held on to his front, and Sadie held onto his back.

• Gwen does give back the epipen. Sierra tried to catch Cody back from a prop giant bug, but Eva caught him instead while Katie shoved Sierra away. Eva carried the epipen instead, and Katie and her had Cody walk between them.

• Alejandro did go down the zipline with his belt, as did Trent. Noah did not let Owen go down on his bare hands. He instead handed Owen, Tyler, and Justin some carabiners from his belt to use. (Added to Alejandro's list once the three made it down, and he asked where they got the carabiners.) Izzy and Noah still went down with a carabiner he still had with a cord tied to Izzy's backpack while Izzy wore said backpack and held Noah in her arms.

They nearly crashed into the end pole, but Alejandro stopped them. Well, he was actually trying to help Noah, which ended up helping Izzy.

• Team Amazon does get taken by the "Zing Zings" only because the interns preemptively tranqed Eva. (Chris's orders because he really wanted the Zing Zing plotline to go somewhere, and he knew if Eva was awake, she'd fight the actors. She was placed in a cage instead of tied to a tree like everyone else. Still no batteries in the walkie-talkie again for the sake of the plot. But the flashlights definitely have batteries, so it was lucky that Cody put his in his pocket rather than back in his bag like everyone else.

• No Gwen getting accidentally injected with the epipen. Also, no x-ray glasses.

• By dusk, Team Victory was in the lead, so Chris gave them the reward of actually having a tent while they camped.

Team Chris made camp with Alejandro, Noah, and Trent, making a temporary shelter out of bamboo and large leaves. Izzy and Owen foraged for food with Noah telling Izzy what to look for and not wing it. Tyler and Justin were sent to get firewood.

• Gwen gets the batteries in, and they call Chris, who promises to save them if they sing. (No Gwen rap). The Heather goddess plotline is still a thing but no gold tooth. They instead put a fake golden necklace and headdress on her.

• DJ hurt one monkey, not a whole bunch, because he got out of the tent to use the bathroom and tripped on one.

• Team Chris was attacked by giant caterpillars, but they were actually robots controlled by Chris and Chef. (If the caterpillars barely attacked Noah, that was by complete accident.)

Team Chris did end up taking shifts to sleep except Noah because he got stung by a wasp during the fight with the caterpillars, and Alejandro had to inject him with the epipen. Because that happened, Noah felt more tired than usual, which is a normal reaction he's had after using an epipen, so he was left to sleep. Coincidentally, he slept next to Alejandro, and this ended up being the first time he sleep cuddles Alejandro.

No Owen being taken despite Alejandro wanting it because he knows if it happened, it would jeopardize his plan with Noah.

• To really sell the whole Noah is lazy plot, Noah complained about still being tired and held his arms up, which had Izzy immediately scooping him up and carrying him.

While Trent and Justin joked about it being same old Noah to do so. Alejandro didn't think that. He was impressed that Noah got someone to do the work for him without saying much or asking directly.

• Team Victory was still the first to reach Machu Picchu, and Team Chris was second since they didn't forget Owen. This means Team Victory and Team Chris started searching for the golden treasure at the same time.

• Eva was pissed when she woke up in the cage and demanded to be let out, but Heather still played up the whole she would ask the Zing Zings to release her team but what if it made them angry??? She's just protecting them! Honest!

• Lindsay still finds the golden treasure first! So yay, Team Victory!

No Owen destroying the old ruins with the weird diamond or glass artifact. That was such a weird thing, but also, I feel like that would be something that got them arrested and the show canceled.

• Chef did "rescue" Team Amazon from the actors, and Heather threw a massive fit that had even Sierra sassing her. Cody still got bit by a red ant, but thankfully, Eva was taken out of the cage so she could give him the epipen.

She administered it in the middle of the outer thigh as that's what she was told to do by Noah. (It is proper procedure, and the buttocks are a place that you are supposed to avoid putting it. Along with veins, fingers, hands, toes, or feet.)

• Courtney, Gwen, and Sierra did vote for Heather, but Cody, Eva, and Katie voted for Sierra. Sure, it probably would have been good to get Heather out of the game so early, but Eva and Katie swore they would help Cody get Sierra out.

Heather still voted for Gwen.

When everyone saw who voted for who they were worried that it might be a double elimination again. A tiebreaker was fine with them as that would be fair, but they were all disappointed that Chris declared it a fake elimination/reward challenge.

Sierra was still upset that Cody voted for her. But also she was mad because she thought Eva got in his head.

• Eva is on her shit list now.

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Don’t want to bother you again but omg, I need subby Spencer or literally fluff with Spencer our little BAU nerd 🥺

.⋆｡Breaking Rules｡⋆.

Spencer Reid x plus size reader

Spence is beyond pent up and you’re the only one who can help him

Warnings: smut, sub!Spencer, handjob, dom!reader, sex at work, having to stay quiet, season 2 spencer, begging, biting, d/s dynamic (spencer has rules he has to follow), praise, aftercare

WC: 924

Minors DNI

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His gaze burned into the back of your head as you worked on the pile of paperwork in front of you. You knew what he wanted and you would be lying if you said that you didn’t want it too but there was too much work to be done.

With Elle resigning and cases popping up at an increasingly exponential amount, you and the others on your team were saddled with mountains of paperwork, which unfortunately meant that you and your boyfriend haven’t had a lot of alone time together for the past few weeks.

He was quickly becoming extremely needy- humping your ass as you cooked dinner, trying to bury his head between your plump thighs as you did work in your shared home office, he even fell asleep with one of your tits in his mouth just last night. And now, he was even going so far as to break one of his rules (no sex in the office) in order to get some kind of relief.

You looked up from the case file that you had been staring at to look around the bullpen. Everyone was  buried so wholly in their work that they wouldn’t notice the absence of two of their team members. Sighing, you closed the folder in front of you and spun your chair around by only a few inches. Immediately, Spencer perked up like a little puppy waiting for a treat. With an almost imperceptible nod, you stood up and made your way to the ladies room.

Just as you slipped into the largest stall at the back of the restroom, the door swung open once more and in scrambled Spencer, red-faced and bent over as he tried to conceal the hard bulge between his legs. “Please ma'am, please I need it so bad.” He begged, pawing at your tight skirt.

You tutted. “You know the rules baby.” He whined in response, his big brown eyes, already hazy with submission, filling with tears. “But- that doesn't mean that I won’t take care of you.” 

Spencer’s knees buckled as you gently laid your palm against where he needed you most, and gave his aching cock a squeeze. “Ma’am.” He curled over on himself, burying his large nose in your hair as he pushed his thin hips into your hand. 

“You have to be quiet baby. Can you be a good boy and stay quiet for me?” With your other hand, you guided his face into the crook of your neck, muffling the soft groans that were already slipping from his lips as your touch became more firm. “Can you open your belt for me baby?” He nodded against your throat, his trembling hands fumbling with the buckle. It fell open suddenly, causing him to yelp softly as if the clink of the scratched metal scared him. Spencer’s pants sagged, exposing the top of his loose boxers which grew tighter by the second.

Your hand dove into the soft fabric, finally taking a hold of him. Spencer’s moan was as loud as a scream in your ear but it barely echoed through the small stall. He throbbed in your hand, his cock hard and angry. Precum dripped from the head onto your half-closed fist, making your palm glide along his length smoothly.

Your own arousal was almost too much, the wetness between your soft thighs growing to a level which you could not ignore but your boy needed you more than you needed relief. “You’ve been so good for me. Doing your work, following your rules. You’re such a good boy, my best boy.” He throbbed against your soft palm.

“M-ma’am.” He whimpered. You smiled against his silky hair and kissed his temple gently. Your grip tightened even further, making Spencer go boneless in your arms as he rooted against your neck. The collar of your shirt was suddenly pushed aside as he bit down on your shoulder, his eyes squeezed tightly in pleasure.

You winced at the dull ache of his bite but did not pull him off, knowing he needed it to muffle his noises and remain grounded. He bucked into you with uneven thrusts, he was chasing his end as quickly as he could, his brain too foggy to focus on anything else. “That’s it, cum for me baby. Make a mess all over my hand. So so good for me.”

The only warning you received was a particularly throaty groan against your shoulder before he exploded into your hand, his hot release gathering around your knuckles as he rode out his high. “Oh baby, that was a lot. You must have been really hurting.” He nodded pathetically, making you smile. With another kiss to his head, you released his softening cock and stepped back. “Let me clean you up baby and then you can go back to your desk.”

He stood perfectly still as you whipped away the evidence of your small romp, throwing the used tissue into the toilet after you cleaned up your hand. You pulled up his slacks and redid the belt for him, tucking his shirt neatly back into place once you were done. The flush on his cheeks had begun to fade as his lips met yours in a gentle peck filled with love. 

“Thank you.” He muttered against your lips before pulling away and walking out of the bathroom, albeit a lot more sluggish than when he walked in. 

You quickly cleaned between your thighs and followed after him, suddenly a lot more motivated to finish up your work.

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Tommy can't help but watch as the two men clip into the ropes, giving their harnesses little tugs to test their stability. With a brief salute and a cheerful grin apiece, they leap out the door and descend down to the stones. Barton is the first to hit the ground, stumbling slightly before quickly finding his footing and racing to the medics, Michaels following close behind. He slips and slithers over the wet rocks, looking a bit like Bambi on ice. Don’t think about him, Tommy scolds himself as Evan’s face swims into his mind’s eye as he pictures the firefighter’s long, gangly legs moving in the exact same way. Instead, he focusses on maintaining altitude as Barton makes contact with the patient. The medic checks the man’s arm and Tommy sees him bark an order to Michaels, who fishes through their medkit before producing an orange loop of fabric. “Sending down the basket,” McKinley announces as Barton waves up to the chopper. “Copy that, holding steady,” Tommy replies, fiddling with the controls to keep himself level. He watches, hawk-eyed and laser focussed, as the basket descends, its winch spinning and sending a gentle whirring through the cabin. It doesn't take long for Barton and Michaels to secure the patient into the basket, and after a quick wave from the boys, McKinley hits the switch, the mechanical whirring increasing as the basket starts its journey upwards. Tommy keeps the chopper in place, watching as the basket comes into reach and McKinley pulls it and the patient into the cabin. The second the patient’s in, Tommy's already easing the Jayhawk into a gentle climb, pushing up and up into the clouds until the beach disappears and nothing but swirling cloud lies below them. “Patient secured, rescue swimmers inside,” Barton lists off as he and Michaels unclip themselves and begin their assessment of the patient. The door to the cabin is slammed shut, giving Tommy the green light to begin their journey back to base. He can't help the grin that spreads across his face as he eases the chopper into a gentle turn, heading back in the direction they came. They’re far from finished, still needing to link up with the ambulances at the base and decide if the patient needs transferring to Juneau, not to mention the small matter of the tourniquet keeping him from bleeding out. But, Tommy can’t help the small spark of pride that glows warm in his belly as they soar over the mountains and fjords. He’s only been here about a month, but in that time he’s felt more like he's truly a welcomed member of a team than he did in over a decade with the LAFD. "Hey, Hollywood," McKinley's gravelly voice comes crackling over the radio, jolting Tommy from his thoughts. "Yeah?" "You're one hell of a pilot, kid." Tommy grins and doesn't bother trying to bite back the laugh that bubbles up from his chest. McKinley is a tough bastard – one of the most experienced at the station – and compliments from him are as “rare as hen’s teeth,” according to Higgs. He sends McKinley a thumbs up, accepting his proffered fist in a fist bump. "I do my best." -_-_-_- They touch down on the tarmac with a gentle bump. It had been an easy flight, the Jayhawk gliding effortlessly back through the cloud and the wind currents that had buffeted them earlier were nowhere in sight. The cloud around Sitka has lifted entirely, leaving the town bathed in the golden glow from the sun. The snow surrounding the tarmac sparkles in the light, reflecting the flashing lights of the ambulance that awaits just to the left of the chopper.

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The Chains Are Heavy

(Levi's long awaited backstory, finally)

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How did I get here again? It could all have been a simple life for me, but it wasn't. Ever since I became 10, I was rob. Robbed of my family, friends, goals, dreams, my childhood, and most importantly my innocence.

Not just my innocent mentally, but literally too. I lost my innocence of being a civil. They all hate me now. Rightfully so. After all I have been nothing but a danger to everyone around me. All I did was make things worse. This war could have ended quicker if it way for me....

How did I get here again....

Foul Ball

It all started on March 22, a day after my birthday and two days after my best buddy's birthday, Cooper. We have been friends since daycare and being in the nursery at church. Cooper was a year younger than me, he was a wild kid, always taking things to the risk or the extreme. Super fast as well, faster than all of the kids on the playground, running was one of his passions. Cooper once told me that when he grows up he'll become a track star. As silly as it sound he had my full support, because you could never say no to Cooper. You could never tell him what to do.

I on the other hand was the balance for Cooper's wild behavior. Much more soft spoken and tame for a 10 year old. I may have not been the fastest runner, but I sure did have a good arm at throwing things. I had a goal, to become the world's best baseball player. It was my dream after all, to be on the professional teams and be famous. I wanted to make my mom proud

I must admit some of my behavior is like that, mostly because I was a mommas boy. It was just her and I after all, which I didn't mind. Though sometimes Cooper would joke that his dad, who was also single, should marry my mom so that we can be brothers and live together. I always told him that we wouldn't need legal documents in order to be brothers. As long as we stick together we will always be brothers.

Well that promise didn't last long... Cooper and I wear out in the front yard of my house, playing baseball as usual. I was using my new metal bat that I got for my birthday, it was much stronger than my old wooden bat. We were having a fun time, Cooper was about to throw the ball until he arm suddenly dropped and let go of the ball.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I turned my head to see what Cooper was now looking at. My eyes widen and I start to feel the same sense of fear that Cooper might be feeling. Two black cars parked in my driveway, and five government agents came out of them. My heart skips a beat. It can't be.

I watched as the knocked on the front door of my home, my mom answering it a second later. The government agents start talking to her, and even though I couldn't hear what they were saying, I could tell by the look on mom's face that this way good.

Cooper tugged on my sleeve. "You don't think the president actually signed that bill right?..." Cooper looked worried now, and I so was I. I clenched my fist into my shirt.

"He would only sign it if war ever started....." The realization dawned upon us both. My lips trembled. "I don't want to go to war...." I mumbled those words with tears falling from my eyes.

That was the last day I ever saw my mom again.

That was the day I was robed of everything.

Strike 1

A 10 year old out in the battlefields of war, that isn't something you saw everyday. But here I was, fearing that my life could end at any moment in these trenches. And it would be like this for the next 9 years.

It took some adjusting to, though there was no time to adjust. Hand a gun to a 10 year old and tell him to go to the trenches and figure it out. I wasn't even given training. They didn't care. They wouldn't care about me. I was a child who would get in their way.

I didn't blame them. After all this wasn't the military decision after all, it was the horrible president at the time who made this decision. What the Nimone government did was cruel. They went through every legal citizen document and determined who would be drafted into war. We already had plenty of men above 18 drafted, but it wasn't enough. With the law at the time, anyone who was above 10 years old, could be drafted if they were proved useful enough to be used.

And that's what upset me the most. That I was just some weapon in their eyes. A tool to be once and never again. I wasn't the only one upstairs though. Many parents and families were upstairs by this dumb decision. It wasn't just families either, it was our own men as well who were outraged by this decision.

Upon my first day at the military base I met the leader of my unit squad, Captain Ross. He was a tall and well built man, always having a cigarette in hand and giving cold gazes at everyone. It was scary first meetings him. After all, the captains in the Nimone are train and built to be unstoppable military weapons. Nothing can stop them, and they will not stop until they are dead.

Being compared to this grown man compared to me was quite scary contrast. I was just some tiny kid compared to him. We both looked at each other for the first time and I can tell by the look in his mustard yellow eyes that he was displeased. There was a scoff as Ross stared down at me. "Who the Hell put a 10 year old in my unit squad? This is a kid, he should be home, not here about to die for our country." At least Ross and I were on the same page. Who's mess up idea was this anyways?

Everything from that day forward continued to go down. You expect the 10 year old to be a helper in transporting supplies or be in the med bay, but no I was thrown straight to the front lines. The trenches. The conditions of trenches were horrible, but the treatment around here was worse.

I wasn't given proper clothes that were my size, everything I worn was made for grown men. I had to learn how to sew to keep my shirt together because I wasn't given new clothes. I been wearing the same shirt the militarily gave me for over 10 years now.

The bunks were hard as rocks, I could barely sleep. That's even if I could sleep at all within the anxiety that any moment a bomb could drop on us. Sometimes I didn't even get to sleep in bed. Someone I would pass out in the trenches or on the floor. I had to push myself to still be barely functional.

They needed me after all, all for my ability. It was either fighting in the trenches, or infiltrating the enemy team as a spy. With my ability I could look, sound, and act like someone else as long as I had a single strand of their DNA on a peice of clothing for me to wear, I could transform to be like them. Mirror Mirror, I called it. This was useful to the military, since I had to use it a lot. My ability was the only reason why I was still living while fellow soliders fall dead to the floor before my eyes.

They all started calling me DNA, Levi DNA, since that's what I was to them. I was called that name so many times that to this day I can't remember my own real last name now. That war has made me forget a lot of things.

Strike 2

I try to suppress the memories and nightmares so hard, but at the cost of forgetting anything good before the war. I was robed of the memories of my childhood because of it. Even if I did try to forget, the ones that were the worse always lingered in the back of my mind. All those moments of being in pain and suffering. Everything was starting to become dull around 18.

This was had been going on for so long that I was loosing my reason to keep fighting. As if I ever had a reason to in the first place. I was just doing what I was told. Go spy on these guys, aim for the head, use your ability, back to the battlefield you go. All words that have no importance to me anymore.

I remember one time I was in the medical bay, I had gotten badly injured, but even in that moment I couldn't rest for long. Dr. Ikari, a young man who never got to finish school, had to patch me up. Unfortunately he had to send me right back out to the battlefield a minute after he was done attending me. I could tell by the look in his eyes that we were feeling the same thing. This dullness that we both felt. I barely talked to him, but I could tell that both of our worlds were become gray.

When I was around 19 I thought there was nothing left to look forward to. The war was slowing down but I was already numb. Or so I thought until one day I saw a familiar face. Jumps off the bus was a familiar red head, it was Cooper! For the first moment in a long time I smiled as I saw him. He spotted me and we waved to each other. He still recognized me! I never felt more happy in that moment.

At last we can be like brothers again. Things became less dull, there was some color back into my life. Things were finally looking up. We would sit in the dining hall, eating the worst food, but that didn't matter to me. I got to talk to. My best friend.

Cooper would catch me up on everything that I have missed and I would vent to him about how this war was. His optimism brought up my spirits, which brought me to ease. He barely has changed since I last saw him, my same old buddy. We promised that once this war was over that we would support each other while we fulfilled our dreams. A track star and a baseball player.

Strike 3

That promise didn't stay.

I was robed again.

I could never forget that moment.

We were out in the battlefield, trying to traverse no man's land, our side finally had the upper hand in closing end on the enemy. But we lost many men that day, including Cooper.

He didn't react faster in time. Before I knew it, I was cradling his dying body in my arms, blood dripping from his forehead. Cooper was shot in the head. I couldn't stop crying. I wasn't even fighting anymore. All I did was lay on the battlefield, holding him closer to me. "Please don't leave me. Please don't leave me." I would mumble to myself through tears.

But he left. I believe now that he's resting well with God in heaven.

In that moment I could forgive myself. I couldn't forgive the enemy team. I couldn't forgive our own government for all of this. Things were becoming dull again, but there was this redness starting to boil in the inside of me. This ticking time bomb.

Then it happened.

I had enough.

The day I finally snapped.

I'm out

I regret everything I have done in that span of a week. I was the reason why things got worse. It was little things at first. Ignoring Ross commands, running straight into dangerous territory and slaughtering the enemies, or throwing a grenade at helicopters. Then it got worse, I destroyed many of our own military weapons and transport, with some of our own men still in them. I set some of the base on fire. Gave valuable information to the enemy team. Held hostages of innocent people. Many things.

All these things became documented, published for all the public to see. Soon Levi DNA became a name to hate. I was a danger to everyone around me. That I need to be killed or locked up away forever.

There were two final straws that let to my arrest. The president at the time came over to the base, there for a impossible meeting. He was the reason why I was suffering like this. With all the rage built up in me, I tried to assassinate the president. It took 6 guys to stop me from doing so.

But I wasn't done that day. The worst thing that I have done was use me ability for a murder. I transformed to look like Captain Ross, committing a murder on the previous vice captain at that time, making it look like he was the one who did it. I baseball almost ruined his name and reputation.

He hated me that day since.

There I was, now arrested and locked away in a high prison facility. Ross took the pleasure to torture me in breaking my spirit, in which he did. There was nothing to look forward to anymore. Everything had became gray once again. I felt nothing as I sat in my dark cell, chained to the wall. I didn't deserve good treatment. I didn't deserve kindness or anything good. After all a criminal, a monster, doesn't deserve anything at all.

There was no reason for me to live anymore, and I was ready to accept that.

For a long time in that cell I would be in my own little headspace, daydreaming that I was living a better life with my family and friends. It was my only "joy" left. But even that couldn't be enough.

I was ready to end it all, yet a tiny part of me told me not yet. One more chance. I try to ignore that tiny bit of hope left, but I caved in. I made a promise to myself, that if I could not find a reason to continue on living in a month, then I would end it all.

So I acted. With brute force I broke out of that prison. I snuck onto a boat headed towards Japan. I free myself and upon leaving Nimone to Japan, I did find one major thing to keep me living. The sun and rakn. The sun was so warm and bright, great against my skin and the rain was so calming and cooling.

This was my chance to start again.

Back in the game

Upon arriving to Japan, I ended up in Yoko's city. There I was already lost and confused. I didn't know where to go or where to stay. I didn't know Japanese so asking for help was a impossible.

For my first few weeks there I was a hobo, wandering around, taking food out of trash cans. I found a abandon car to sleep in for the nights, but I barely got sleep. Things weren't looking good again. I desperately needed a job.

But who would hire a criminal?

That's until I stumbled upon this building and this man with probably over 20 children. His name was Mr Fukuzawa. And upon meeting him, my life was never the same again. Things changed, for the good this time. And I was welcomed into a new life with such amazing and kind people. My world had color again.

I'm forever thankful for that day.

Thank you.

[slimmyluvsnagi]

Charles Chevalier x Reader! 🥐

Important warnings and notes: Uhmm, I think I did this with some imagination, I wanted to do something more extensive but this was what came out! <3 (Soft, fluff, declaration of love, out of Blk, Charles x fem reader!! english it's not my first language.

꒰ 🪐 𝙋𝙡𝙤𝙩: "Charles wants to declare yourself"

Charles was in love...

If I could explain from one to ten the level of love he had for you, it was surely up to more than a hundred.

Charles had been in love with you for around two years, they met in high school, just before the blond was recruited for the PXG, being good friends and classmates, becoming best friends almost instantly.

Charles loved you, they had many things in common, one of them was humor and way of being, he loved your dedication to things so much, and it was strange since he was always an immature fifteen-year-old boy who never took things seriously. But when he met you he changed a lot thanks to you, being a little more serious and mature in some things, making him settle down.

Right now they were seventeen years old, their time together was long since Charles was playing professional soccer with a big and good team, earning a lot of money at his young age, so he didn't have time to see you on many occasions, until he finished the neo-egoistic league and had to go back to his studies and finish high school.

And his feelings never changed, he always thought about you and when he played soccer with his teammates he always dedicated them to you, they were small gestures that made the difference in their relationship. When after a long time he had the courage to declare himself it was very complicated, since he had no experience in that, he was never interested in a relationship, since he never took anything seriously, always playing and joking, but with you it was different.

That's why he decided to ask for help from someone important to him, nothing more and nothing less than Julian Loki.

One of his teammates who was really like his older brother, at first thought of asking Shidou Ryusei for help, but let's be honest, it wasn't a good option, Rin Itoshi was also on the list of options, but well, let's say he's the least suitable to talk about feelings and relationships..

- Come on, Loki, help me. -

The blond insisted to the tall one with a puppy look, wanting to convince his elder in this.

- No, I already told you, I'm not going to hold a sign saying "Will you be my girlfriend?" While you kneel in front of your entire school. - Loki laughed as he grabbed Charles by the hair and ruffled it a bit. - Come on, Charles, you're better than that, buddy, I think ____ wouldn't like it very much if you did it like that. -

- I know, Loki! - He sighed lightly. - But what can I do then? I really want her to be my girlfriend, she's beautiful, what would happen if another boy confessed to her before? She has a lot of loose administrators. - He said, somewhat annoyed at the idea.

- Do it directly. How about a nice gift? Girls love flowers, stuffed animals and stuff like that, declare yourself with that and sincere words, it's more comfortable. -

Charles was hesitant, he had never tried something like declaring himself before, he was nervous, but he knew that Loki had a little more knowledge and that maybe that would be the solution to his problem. He thought about it a bit, following Julian's idea he decided to go to a little store in the mall, thinking about what he could give you.

He thought of the basics, some chocolates, maybe makeup or something else, but he wanted to be really original for you, so he ordered your favorite flowers, red roses, with a cute gold necklace to match, some candy you liked and your favorite sleeves.

He was nervous..

When the day of going to school finally came he was really nervous, Loki told him it was okay, to be calm and that if it didn't work out there was no reason to get depressed. But Loki didn't know how important you were to him.. a simple "No" was capable of making him suffer for years even, he really wanted to be reciprocated.

When the bell for recess rang he quickly left his classroom, taking the gift in his hands, meeting you on the roof, a place where you always used to go to eat and talk about Charles' practices with the team, a place only for the two of you.

When you arrived you smiled a little, there he was, in his gym uniform, since he refused to wear the daily uniform.

"Come on, I'm a professional soccer player for PXG, I don't need to waste my time in a school uniform.." he said.

- Hey, Char. - You greeted with a smile as you sat next to him, seeing the view of the other students on the school campus, running or talking, a good view from the rooftop. - How was your class? -

- Good, good. - He said showing his cute fangs, a smile that drove you totally crazy. - In fact, I invited you here for something important, ___. -

You always liked Charles, your best friend, since he went to the neo egoist league you missed him endlessly, it wasn't the same talking on the phone, it was a really difficult season for both of you. You never realized that you were in love with him, it wasn't until you reflected on the possibility, and yes, you were really in love with Charles Chevalier.

- Yes, tell me, Char. -

The blond took courage to declare himself, taking out a small box and a bouquet of flowers that he had been hiding behind him, he actually laughed at how clueless you were for not noticing before. When he stood in front of you and held them out, with a blush on his cheeks, the wind blew lightly as you looked at him with surprised eyes.

- Charles.. ? - You said as your heart beat rapidly.

- ___, I like you, too much, and I needed to tell you. For two years, since I met you I felt a special connection for you, I've thought about you during my games, it's weird, I've never fallen in love before, but with you.. it's different. - He smiled a little as you took the cute bouquet of roses.

You smiled lovingly, Charles knew your tastes very well that you loved the gesture of him giving you your favorite flowers. When you suddenly realized what he was saying, you blushed quickly and looked into his eyes, there was a glint in his blue eyes, as he sighed in embarrassment.

- Charles.. Are you serious? - You said incredulously.

- Yes, I would never play with something like that. - He answered.

- Charles, I've liked you too for a long time. - You admitted subtly. - I thought you didn't really like me, the only one who knew I liked you was Loki.-

Wait.. What!?

So, Loki knew from the beginning that she had feelings too? damn.. Charles thought to himself with a small nervous laugh. Later he would have time to tell Loki to fuck off for hiding it from him all the time.

- So.. Do you want to be my girlfriend, __? -

- Of course you do, Charles. - You smiled happily as you gave him a warm hug. - You're the best. -

- You too, darling.. -

[whatsthemadder]

You too

Bakugo Katsuki x reader

Word count: 4.8k

Hi! This is my first ever fanfic (welcome to me making my own history and thank you for being here :’)) it’s very rough, very self indulgent, very much a blur of incoherent thoughts all struggling to make a complete story. Umm what to tell you about it, you and bestie Bakugo confessing your feelings, reader described is female and she/her pronouns mentioned, lots of cussing cause duh boom boom boy, mentions of w33d and alcohol, slightly suggestive at times, lots of cringey, cheesy, fluff. Please let me know if I’m missing or should add something! (Seriously guys pls send help🥲🙏) anywho enjoy! AND ITS COLLEGE AU! SORRY

The music was loud and blaring through the various speakers in the house, sending vibrations through your body. You were right on the dance floor, maybe five or six shots in (fuck if you could remember). Somewhere after number three is when you stopped counting. You originally didn’t plan on drinking so much, but that’s to be expected when you’re best friends with Mina. She always knew how to push your buttons and get you to loosen up a bit. Not that you needed much help, in fact, you kind of loved the little games and shenanigans you and her both pulled together and tonight is no different.

Your school beat their rival team today and the boys decided to throw a party to celebrate. That’s how you ended up at your friends’ house, home to Denki, Sero, Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki and your childhood best friend, Katsuki Bakugou. His parents are the main reason they live such a nice house, wanting to give him the best and set him up for success as much as they can. It was so cute and heartwarming to see how they supported him, and deep down he appreciated it even if he would tell you to “stop saying corny shit” if you brought it up.

You hadn’t seen the explosive blonde yet, but the night was still young. He was probably in the basement playing some drinking game with his teammates or making out with some new girl for the night. The idea turned your stomach. You’ve had feelings for your best friend for what feels like forever. You don’t quite know for sure when you realized you were in love with him and for the longest time you rejected those feelings (shocker) for fear that he didn’t feel the same way. You love the relationship you have and don’t want to do anything to jeopardize it, so you’ve been keeping your feelings to yourself deciding having him at all is better than nothing.

A pretty pink hand, holding yet another glass out for you brings you out of your daze. “Stop thinking so much for once and have fun girl,” she pouts at you. With a roll of your eyes you take the glass and giggle, protesting, “I am having fun. are you trying to make me black out?” She grins mischievously only saying “tits up” before downing her drunk. You quickly follow suit. She grips your shoulders and shakes you slightly, making you extra dizzy. “Y/n you’re my best friend and I want- no NEED- you to have the best time of your life. Unless you’re gonna find some balls and jump that man’s bones, I hereby order you to,” she unceremoniously burps in your face making you cringe, “get out there, shake some fucking ass and have the best. Fucking. Night. Ever! Make your future grandchildren proud!” She threw her head back to tell the last part. How she was able to get through all that is beyond you but Mina has always had a strong tolerance to alcohol, unlike you. While you felt your heart twist a little at the mention of Katsuki you decided she was right. It’s time to shake some fucking ass.

Katsuki was downstairs in the basement as predicted playing a game of cup pong with his friends. Currently him and Kirishima were getting their asses handed to them by the biggest dipshits known the man: denki and sero.

“Drink up, bakubro. Man who would’ve thought our quarterback would be so shit at beer pong?” He laughs and Bakugou wants nothing more than to slap that stupid fucking smirk off his face. He does as he’s told though after giving a tch and flipping the yellow haired boy off. “I’m not shit, dumbass, just thought I’d take it easy on you two jackoffs.” No one is convinced

“I didn’t realize you knew how to take it easy,” the black haired man on the other side of the table teased, taking a lazy hit off his blunt. He passes it to Denki.

“Yeah, I think that’s a lame excuse to cover up the fact that you keep getting distracted looking for a certain someone,” denki wiggles his eyebrows knowingly and Bakugou is seriously considering punching his face in.

“Fuck off, dunceface before I punch your shitty face in.” He gruffed. He felt his cheeks start to heat up at the mention of you. Truthfully, whether he’d want to admit it or not, he did want to see you. Was excited for a chance to glimpse at you again. Sure you both see each other and hang out all the time outside of parties but he can’t stop himself from getting giddy thinking about being with you again. How your hair always smells so sweet. How your skin always looked so soft and smooth. Your laugh that makes him feel warm and dopey inside. Or the way your eyes will focus wholly on him like nothing else matters. He didn’t know when it happened but one day he just started being softer with you. Not yelling as much when you were close, sharing his food with you when you forgot (after getting scolded and lectured for forgetting your food like a dumbass of course), complaining about doing something half heartedly when you both knew he’d comply with what you say regardless. Fuck he was whipped, huh? Not that he was complaining. Dammit he wished he grew some balls already and ask you out. He’s too scared omg Bakugou scared?? to admit his feelings for fear that you wouldn’t feel the same and reject him. He’d rather accept his unrequited love and keep his friendship with you than go fuck it up by sharing his feelings and shit. The only problem is he doesn’t want you being with anyone else. The thought of someone else holding you, making you laugh, touching you, looking at someone else in that dreamy way that’s only for him, pisses him the fuck off.

Bakugou is immediately brought back to reality by a cloud of smoke blowing in his face. He coughs a little, startled, before glaring at the idiot next to him who’s smugly watching him. “Whatcha thinking about kacchan? Could it be another wet fantasy about a certain someone getting you all worked up?” Prick. It was then that bakugou realized he had crushed his solo cup in a death grip.

“Tch. Shut the fuck up asshole before I kick your ass.” Bakugou snarled. “Fuck. I need to clean this” he mumbled to himself. “Oi! Icyhot! Get your ass over here!” The two hair colored boy in question looks up from his spot on the wall with a blank stare where he’s talking to a pretty little brunette. Then flips Katsuki off. The fuck?? That fucking bastard. He made a mental note to kick his ass too after dunceface. Midoriya comes up shortly and claps his hand on his back, “just go bro, I’ll take over.”

“Thank god!” Kirishima yells. “Finally someone manly. Was tired of paying the price for your shit playing.” Kiri let out a sharp toothed grin. God he hated his insufferable teammates sometimes. Assholes.

“You’re all gonna fucking get your sorry asses kicked later!” The angry Pom shouted before storming for the stairs. He faintly heard one of them say “ooh we’re so scared” followed by snickers as he walked away.

Getting to the stairs proved to be a bit more challenging than he expected, but honestly because of his towering 6’3 body, beefy frame, and scary repetition, the crowd parted easily for him, but not without some random extras trying to talk with him or grubby hands that definitely didn’t belong to you attempting and failing to grab hold of him. There were people all up and down the stairs but that didn’t stop him from bulldozing through. Once he reaches the top he beelines for the kitchen to wash his beer soaked hands. He’s on his way to his room to change his shirt when he emerges into the living room and sees you. His eyes widen slightly and gloss over a bit. Holy shit.

You wore a red and black football jersey that you modified to cinch your waist better and had a neckline that accentuated your chest more. Your low waisted pants hugged your ass just right and exposed the cute little belly ring you have, twin to Mina’s. It was an impulsive decision you both made one random Tuesday night that you don’t regret. He didn’t need to see the back of your jersey to know that it was his name there. Fuck he loved when you showed off his number. It made him feel like you were his.

All of a sudden he’s drunk at the sight of you. The way your hips are swaying and your body is moving. You look so angelic but somehow sinful too. He wanted nothing more than to hold your body against his, feel you grind and dance on him and show everyone that no one else is allowed to have you. He’s currently in the middle of an internal debate deciding whether or not to act on his impulses when some fucking extra comes and puts his hands on you. You don’t realize that you’ve been moved away from Mina and are now in the arms of Neito fucking Monoma, happily and carelessly dancing to the rhythm. The fuck was that dipshit doing here? He plays for the rival team they beat today. He should be somewhere fucking crying like a child and throwing a tantrum, not here in HIS home putting his filthy hands on HIS your pristine body.

It takes bakugou all of two seconds to get his feet moving. Another three and he’s standing right in front of you gently, yet firmly, pulling you out of Monomas grasp and letting you fall into his chest.

It doesn’t take you long to realize whose body you just crashed into, that familiar warmth and Smokey, caramelized scent wrapping a comforting blanket around your drunkened senses. Immediately you melt into his body. You look up, surprise lighting your eyes, and find him with the meanest, nastiest look on his face you’ve ever seen, but it’s not directed at you. Thank god. He looks really pissed as fuck. Damn. Has he always been this hot when he’s angry? I wonder if he’d ever try taking that anger out on m-

Piercing crimson eyes were staring down at you, stopping your perverted thoughts in their tracks. When did he start looking at you? Maybe you’re more fucked up than you thought, but his eyes looked softer as they gazed at you. Your cheeks started heating up under his undivided attention. You couldn’t help the dopey, stupid smile that began to split your face in two. “Katsuki!” You squealed. Youre arms circle his waist, holding him tight, while you lay your head on his surprisingly soft chest, nuzzling into him. His arms immediately came up to wrap around your shoulders, pressing you unbelievably closer to him. God you were so happy. So unapologetically happy. Maybe you’ll say fuck it and tell him you want a relationship more than just friends. At least you’ll know you tried. For now you were content.

Bakugou couldn’t help the blush that erupted on his face. His cheeks rivaling the color of his red headed friend’s hair. He had never heard a sound so sweet than the way you just said his name like he was responsible for making the sun rise everyday. He knew right then that he’d be spending the rest of his life chasing after that sound again and he has a good idea about to make it happen. He almost forgot why he was so fucking mad in the first place when you started clinging onto him like you’d melt away if you were any further apart. He just wants to hold you like this forever.

A grating noise breaks him from his bubble and he looks up, remembering exactly why he was so upset. Monoma stands there with cocky smirk on his face, his eyes scanning your body. Oh hell no.

“The fuck are you doing here asshole. First beating wasn’t enough?” A smirk danced on his face, but his voice was anything but amused. The growl and vibrations that rumbled through his chest startled you, causing you to regrettably pull away from him. You looked over your shoulder to see Neito Monoma standing right behind you looking at you in a way that made you uncomfortable. Is that who you were dancing with just now? Now that you’re thinking cap is starting to come back on, you wonder where Mina went. One minute you were dancing together, giggling like school girls and the next you were sandwiched between two really huge guys. If you weren’t so tipsy and slightly crossed, you’d probably be more concerned as to how you ended up in this situation in the first place, but how could you when the way Katsuki’s biceps moved under his sinful tight shirt was all you could focus on. You don’t even realize that you’re now looking at his back until you see hands start to grab for him. You sober up long enough to realize that the hands belong to a couple of his teammates- sero and Kirishima- holding him back. You notice his breathing turned ragged and his fists are clenched at his side. Monoma is standing a couple of feet back, cradling his jaw that’s starting to sport an ugly shade of purple. He spits out some blood mixed saliva and looks like he’s about to murder the angry headed Pom. After a brief glance at the quick assembling team of giants, he decides against starting anymore shit and just scoffs. “You’ll be fucking sorry you ever touched me asshole.”

“Get the fuck out of my house. Stay away from me and stay the fuck away from her. If I catch you even breathing the same air as her I’ll make sure that’s the last fucking breath you take, you got that shithead?” Unlike his usually loud, brash demeanor, Katsuki’s voice was deathly quiet when he said that. Even over the music you could hear every word he said. Fuck why is he so hot? you think. You shouldnt be feeling butterflies about promised death, but damn did your knees go weak at the threat. It wasn’t just any threat but one he made on your behalf. If it wasn’t for the slender pink arms holding you up you might’ve collapsed. Wait pink arms? Mina!

Her worried eyes meet yours and she looks you over making sure you’re alright. “Are you okay?” You’d never seen her so concerned before. It doesn’t sit well with you so you flash her the brightest smile you can muster and say “yep! You’re here now why wouldn’t I be?” She gives you a small smile and kisses your head. “I cant believe that bastard had the balls to show up here like that and start dancing with you of all people.” She laughs at the way your eyes bug out of your head. “What?!” Fuck so I did dance with him. You cringe at the thought and she laughs again. Now the situation with Bakugou makes sense. Shit! Where’s Bakugou?

You turn back to where you last saw him and found him staring at you, his breathing more controlled. You can tell he’s still tense. Ready to snap at a moments notice if provoked. You don’t think about what you’re doing as you walk up to him and take his hand, planning on leading him somewhere out of here. You don’t think about all the eyes that watch you two, fearing that you’ll lose your nerve if you pay them any mind. Honestly, with the way he’s looking at you right now it’s not that hard to do. He’s watching you like his life depends on it, ready to jump in head first at the first sign of trouble. You don’t notice monoma’s absence or how everyone else tries to act like nothing happened for fear of upsetting the angry blonde.

He lets you lead him to the stairs to the second floor where the boys rooms are. They each have a lock installed so no unwanted visitors find their way through their safe spaces and belongings. You of course were one of the exceptions for Katsuki’s room. He had given you the passcode to his door as soon as they moved in saying you could use it if you ever needed a place to crash or get away from extras. You’ve definitely taken him up on his offer, much to his delight, especially after finishing those so called dates with those fucking losers. One time this guy tried following you home so you showed up at the boys house who all conveniently happened to be home at the same time and waiting for you outside, making the creep think twice about his actions and ultimately giving up. Thankfully you didn’t see him after that and good thing cause Bakugou would’ve knocked his teeth in if he ever tried. He doesn’t understand why you give those shitheads the time of day anyway. Don’t you know he’s the only one for you and no one else will come fucking close to him? No of course not because he’s been too fucking scared like a wimp to confess how he truly feels for you.

You’re at his door before you know it (it wasn’t hard when everyone avoided you like the plague) entering the code and stepping inside when the light turns green. He silently follows you in and you usher him to his bed, gently pushing him to sit down. You’ve started sobering up a bit more when you saw Mina and are now fully aware that it’s just the two of you in his room. It’s not like this is a new occurrence- not by a long shot- hell you’ve even slept in his bed before on nights when being out with the girls went on longer than you expected. Other than Mina, he was your emergency go-to contact, there for you whenever you needed him even when he’d tell you to figure out your shit on your own you knew there was no weight behind his words. He always showed up for you, however you needed him.

He carefully watches you from his spot on the bed seeing you roam around his room picking out fresh comfy clothes for him to change into and gathering items to help prevent a monster hangover in the morning. Now that his adrenaline was wearing off he started feeling the beginnings of a pounding headache building behind his skull. Fuck. He wishes he could just discard his head until it went away. “Katsuki!” He blinks and realizes you’d been talking to him. He lets out a grunt of acknowledgment to which you roll your eyes. “Do you have any more water bottles in here?” He looked at his empty mini fridge remembering that he’d used his last bottle yesterday, forgetting to restock. He shook his head. “Hold on” you say and you disappear back into the loud house, presumably to go get more. He wanted to tell you not to worry about it and that he’d be fine without it, but words suddenly became too much. Why couldn’t he seem to get his shit together anymore? What the fuck was wrong with him? He didn’t think he drank that much but damn if he didn’t like he lost his grip on reality.

You come back moments later, fresh bottle of water in hand, to find the giant ash blonde man sprawled on his bed. He looks so peaceful and handsome like this you think. His pretty face free from its usual scowl making him look angelic in the soft glow of his rooms lamps. “Katsuki,” you whisper. You lightly nudge his leg. “Katsuki,” you repeat but a little bit louder this time. You go to give him a little jab in his side when giant hands all of a sudden grab you and pull you down. You squeal as you land on top of him. His body hard beneath your soft one, but warm. So so warm. You do your best to at his face but his arms are holding you so tight to him that it’s hard to manage. His face buried in between your neck and shoulder.

“…you.” Is all you hear when he speaks into your skin. “Katsuki I can’t understand you.” You tentatively bring your hand up to card through his hair and he nuzzles into your touch immediately. EHEHEHE internally you’re dying. How the hell is he so cute? “I need you,” he repeats. It’s still slightly muffled but you understand him clear as day this time. You freeze for a moment, hand slowly slipping from his hair. He stops you just before you pull your hand away entirely and holds onto it. His ruby red eyes bore into yours as he retreats from his hiding spot in your shoulder, looking at you intently. He had glossy, drunken eyes earlier and now he’s staring at you with such intensity and clarity in them. It’s enough to make you momentarily forget how to breathe.

“I need you.” He says again but with more confidence. “I’m tired of pretending that being your friend is enough. Tired of acting like it’s not you who I want to spend the rest of eternity with. Tired of watching you go out with fucking extras who aren’t worth your time. Tired of trying and failing to find someone who compares to even an ounce of you. Tired of fucking being the biggest dumbass to ever walk the fucking planet and missing chance after chance to tell you how I feel all because I was a scared little bitch. I’m tired of us dancing around our fucking feelings and-“ Katsuki was cut off by your lips suddenly crashing into his. They were slightly chapped, but so sinfully soft. When’s the last time you heard him ramble like that? Doesn’t matter. All you can think about is his lips on yours and his proclamation of wanting- no needing- you. How long had you been dreaming of this moment?

He gently rolled the both of you so you were under him. One of his hands came to hold your face while the other gripped your exposed waist. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you. You lightly tug at the hairs on the base of his neck causing him to softly moan. You can’t help but smirk at the sound, already thinking about all the other noises he might make for you. Buuut that’s for another time.

Much to his your dismay, you pull away from him. As much as you wanted to jump his bones and take him for all he was worth (he definitely wasn’t opposed to the idea) you knew this wasn’t the time. You could get to that later. You had eternity after all, right?

You’re both panting, catching your breath, when Katsuki places a chaste kiss to your cheek. You give him a sweet smile that has him falling for you all over again. You motion for him to get off and soon pulls you up with him. He watches you grab the clothes you chose for him earlier- shorts and his signature black skull shirt- and lets you place them in his awaiting hands. “Strip.” Is all you say. A cocky smirk graces his handsome face and you have a sudden urge to smack it off of him. You roll your eyes. “Just change you idiot,” you giggle.

He shakes his head, that smirk still there. “Nah I’m good.” You narrow your eyes and pout at him.

“Why not?” You ask, arms crossed.

“Because I sleep in my underwear dumbass.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Hmm. I guess that’s fair you think.

His voice is teasing. “Here. Strip.” You stare at the clothes presented before you.

“Fine.” Bastard. One minute he’s declaring his feelings for you, making you weak in the knees, the next you wanna body slam him.

You go to the bathroom and change, suddenly a little nervous about him watching you. When you finally emerge his eyes nearly fall out of his head along with his tongue. The hem falls just below the top of your thighs and you look so fucking cute like a mini version of him. He immediately notices you left the shorts. You look at him and shrug. “You go to bed in your underwear, I go with a shirt but also underwear if that wasn’t clear.”

“Here” you hand him the glass of water and some meds to help lessen the hangover effects. He surprisingly complies and you do the same thing. You brought crackers and a granola bar for you both to eat. Hoping to soak up some of what was in your system.

Sitting criss crossed facing each other on his bed, him at the head, you both munch quietly in peace until he clears his throat, catching your attention. Looking at him expectantly, you wait to hear what he has to say.

“So.. about what happened earlier and what I said..” he’s not looking you but rather focusing on the wrapper in your hand. Raising an eyebrow at him when he doesn’t continue, you drawl out, “yees.” When he continues avoiding eye contact you realize it’s cause he’s shy. Holy shit. Bakugou Katsuki is shy? Omg he’s so cute I just wanna squeeze his pouty face and kiss him. You don’t though :( not right now at least.

“Oi stop staring at me like that creep. Can’t fucking concentrate,” he mutters. Shit when did talking become so hard? And why the hell was he so fucking nervous. He’s always been confident, even if he didn’t particularly feel like it at times. Hell, he didn’t even feel this way for championship games. That’s because he knew this wasn’t a game. This was a serious matter and something so important to him he doesn’t want to fuck it up.

“I need you too.” His head nearly snaps off from how fast he turned to you. You keep going. “I need you in my life, more than a friend, and I was trying in vain making myself believe otherwise. I didn’t think there was a possibility of something more between us, didn’t think that was something you’d want. So, I tried distracting myself. Going on stupid dates, talking to random people and seeing how and if they compared to you too. No one ever did, of course,” you say softly.

You look at him and he feels his breath slip away for a moment. You’re looking at him again like he just made the sun rise in the west. Like he was one of the seven wonders of the world you just had to experience and explore. You looked at him like he held the world in his hands and as far as he’s concerned, once he’s holding you again he will be. “I’d like that… spending eternity with you I mean” you finish when he gives you a confused look.

He flashes you that signature smirk of his that usually meant trouble. “Eternity, huh? I guess I wouldn’t mind putting up with your annoying ass for that long.” He laughs when you lean over to smack his shoulder. “Asshole,” you saying jokingly. He grabs your hand again and pulls you into him, leaning you both back against his pillows. You melt into him without hesitation, immediately finding ease and comfort. Amusement still danced in his eyes as he kissed your nose. “I’ll only ever want you, dumbass.”

“Damn straight.”

You giggled when he starts pushing you off of him, rolling his eyes. “No! Wait, I was kidding!” You laugh.

“What I fuckin’ thought,” but he’s smiling too. Soon you’re snuggling deeper into his chest, his arms locking you in place. He hears your breathing start getting more even and heavy, easily being lulled to sleep by his warmth and the feeling of his heartbeat. You don’t even fully register the chaos of the party still going on outside of your little bubble.

He looks down at you and watches as sleep slowly overtakes you, his hands mindlessly drawing on your back. He kisses your forehead and he can’t believe how long it took him to get to this point with you. He wasted too much time before and now he’s ready to make up for it. “I love you,” he whispers.

Before he joins you in dreamland he can’t help but veryyy briefly think thank god for Neito fucking Monoma’s dumbass.

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Against the World SO17 - 02. Summer Tournament

Pairings: Shohei Ohtani x reader

Summary: It's the summer tournament. Y/n is trying to tackle her own fears in order to support her best friend

Word Count: 6.1 k

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The summer heat slowly began to creep in as time passed. It’s nearing summer already; spring has long been forgotten. Their uniforms had been replaced with shorter versions, as everyone was already preparing for the summer season.

For the past few weeks, the sun had been hotter than ever. It persistently shone up in the sky, giving them its warm embrace without fail.

Summer means a lot of things. It means the golden week will be coming very soon – as well as its tons and tons of homework. It means going to the pool and the beaches. It means summer festival and fireworks. It means what a time to be alive, especially for teenagers like them. Teenagers who are still searching for more adventure in their life.

But so some, summer, means some other things.

Y/n knows, that to Shohei, Summer means Koshien.

“Are you nervous for this weekend?”

Sipping on a bottle of orange juice, Shohei shook his head. Typical, thought y/n with a raised eyebrow. The other teen had always been hardly fazed by anything.

The two of them are sitting on the rooftop, watching the soccer match that’s happening down the field. It was lunchtime, and the two of them decided to eat their lunch while basking in the summer heat. Truthfully, y/n hates getting under the sun without any good reason, but Shohei’s good at pleading.

And the heaps of sunscreen that she had plastered across her face and arm definitely helped.

“Well, aren’t you a confident person?” she mumbled as a response.

Shohei had always been a confident person, after all. He is so sure of himself and his skill that he becomes hardly unfazed by anything.

“I’m more excited than nervous,” answered the boy, a grin already forming on his face. No doubt, he’s already imagining the upcoming match this weekend. “I mean, I’ve been waiting for it for so long.”

He must’ve been waiting for the opportunity for so long. She knows that he has practiced day and night, every day, after all.

“I’m excited to go to Koshien,” he continued. “I can’t wait already.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow at that. “You’re sure that the team will be going to Koshien?”

Shohei let out a laugh at that as if she had just said something funny. Sue her for having a bit of doubt. Even if you don’t follow baseball, as long as you live in Japan, you will know that Koshien is the pinnacle of high school baseball. It’s the highest stage that you can achieve before going pro. It’s the stage where major baseball stars have been scouted in the past.

“I am,” he replied. “I’ve never been surer in anything.”

It must be nice to be that confident.

Letting out a nod, she gave his shoulder a soft nudge. “Koshien or no, I think you will do great during the tournament.”

“I know I will be great.”

At this, she hits his back softly. “And here I am trying to be a good friend,” grumbled the girl. “I’m not going to wish you any more good luck in the future.”

A bark of laughter escaped Shohei at that as he tipped his head back. He sounds so amused that it irks her a bit. “I’m just joking,” he said, tears already forming in his eyes due to the sudden laughter. “I know I will be great, but your good luck wish will make my performance greater,” he stopped at this. “I think.”

“You think!?”

He merely let out an even louder laugh.

Biting on her chocolate bread, y/n kept listening to the other teen ramble about the upcoming match. Chocolate bread had not been her first choice for lunch, but the moment Shohei had seen her salad with a meager portion, he had insisted that she eats the bread that he had brought for snacking.

“-And you’re really coming right to the match?”

It took her a moment to respond. Y/n remembers the smile that Shohei shot her a few days ago when he had asked her to come. How the sun draped across his features as he uttered words that she didn’t think she would ever hear again in her lifetime.

She is coming to a baseball game. 

What a joke.

Past her probably would’ve laughed at her face.

After so many years of hating baseball, now she decided that she’s going to finally watch a match? And it’s not even a professional match. It’s a high school baseball match played by students. The level of skill should be different from that of pro players.

It doesn’t make sense. Everything doesn’t make sense.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’ll be coming,” she finally answered, throat bobbled uncomfortably for a bit. There’s an uncomfortable feeling that’s looming inside her gut. Something persistent. Something dreadful.

And yet, why is she agreeing on this?

“That’s nice,” he replied with a large smile, it made her almost forget the unpleasant feeling that she was having right now. Almost. It’s something that his smile managed to consistently do. Always made her feel better. “My parents will also be coming to that match, considering it’s my debut and all.”

“Debut?” she laughed, desperately squashing her nervousness and dread. “I thought I’m the idol between the two of us?”

“Baseball debut,” he replied with a huff. 

“But yeah, I will be coming,” continued y/n. “I do have some auditions to attend during this weekend, though, so I’ll probably go to Tokyo straight after the games. How long do you think the game will take?”

“Straight to Tokyo?” echoed Shohei. “Are you not tired? And it’s usually 2 to 3 hours by train.”

“I am tired,” grumbled out y/n as she leaned back on her chair. “But what can I do? Most of the auditions happen in Tokyo.”

Shohei hummed at that, finally finishing his orange juice. Crumbling the box with his hand, he tossed it to the trash bin near them. He did it with almost perfect accuracy. Athletes. 

“Do you have the time to chat after the game?” he said after a while. “Just for a bit?”

Her mind went to her booked train ticket. It really depends on how long the game will last. If it’s a long game, well, she won’t have the time to do it. But if it’s a short one, she will be able to squeeze in a chat with Shohei for a while.

“Depends,” she answered. “Are you going to strike out the batters quickly?”

The boy hummed at that.

“With the right motivation, I probably can.”

When he was five, Shohei decided that he was going to be a baseball player.

Despite his young age, it was not a decision that he made on a whim. He made the decision when he realized how fun baseball is that the sport had become an integral part of his young age. That there will always be a proud gleam in his father’s eyes whenever he sees Shohei playing baseball.

Ever since then, he had always followed the expected path of a budding baseball talent.

He joins the little league team that his father coached. He follows his father’s guidance, concentrating on how to become the best player out there. He joined all the expected tournaments and won and broke records – as expected of him.

Entering Hanamaki Higashi for high school, too, had always been something expected of him. After all, it’s the best baseball school in Iwate. It’s the school that produced Yusei Kikuchi. It’s the high school that managed to go to Koshien before. 

For someone who lives and breathes baseball, entering Hanamaki Higashi is expected.

Expected, expected, expected. It’s the path that had been laid out in front of him. Just like the piece of paper that the coach had asked him to fill during his first day in the team. A piece of paper full of his dreams and expectations of the future. A carefully made plan that he had planned with his father for years. 

But still-

Friendship with y/n is something unexpected to him.

The first time he had seen her was during the first day when the class quieted down as she entered the room, and everyone stared at her with something akin to reverence.

Y/n looks as if she’s an angel that was dropped down from the sky.

Glittering hair under the sunlight and a healthy flush across her face. She walks with so much grace that it automatically makes people’s eyes to follow her. Every time she smiles, someone seems to hold their breath, just watching the girl brighten up the room with a simple quirk on her lips.

He knows that the girl is beautiful. He thinks that everyone in the school knows that. The excited chatters of his team as they talked about the prettiest girl in school. The hushed whispers about her already debuting as an idol back in Tokyo, as well as her half-foreign blood, make her the school idol in no time.

Frankly, back then, he couldn’t see him being friends with y/n.

After all, they lived in a different world. Her, under the glitz and glamor of the entertainment industry, and him, under the scorching sun and dirt as he played baseball. If he had looked at it objectively, the friendship between people with such different interests is almost hard to do.

When they got put to sit together, he really couldn’t find any topic to talk about with the girl. He doesn’t recognize anything that she talks about with her friends, and y/n looks disinterested in baseball. For some time, their conversations are only limited to school subjects and their homework.

But then, as he watched an NPB match, he accidentally saw a familiar figure.

Glittering hair under the stadium lights and a healthy flush across her face. A smile so bright that it made the stadium watch this unknown girl who was doing the first pitch.

Y/n-san, he had thought, eyes widening as he watched the girl moving on the screen.

Thoughts about the match almost went forgotten as he watched the first pitch ceremony. The stadium itself was not full, which is understandable, considering it’s not time for the game to start yet. But still, as someone who lives and breathes baseball, to see someone that he knows throwing the first pitch of an NPB team had been an interesting experience.

After that, he fell into a rabbit hole. He recalled the conversation from the locker room, how she was an idol from Tokyo. Shohei immediately looked it up, mostly because of the curiosity that was gnawing inside of his mind. One video turns into another, and before he knew it, he had watched more than a dozen videos of the small-time idol called y/n l/n.

Their meeting in the mall that led to their daily jog together, their growing conversations in class, and the way they spent almost every second of their time together.

Months ago, if you asked Shohei if he thinks he will befriend the girl who’s sitting at the desk next to him, he would’ve said no.

But alas, here he is, waving at the girl who had come to watch the baseball club practice.

Now, a few months after their initial first meeting, he’s confident to say that y/n is his best friend. His closest confidante. The one that he told everything about.

Noticing his small wave almost immediately, y/n waved back, a cheeky grin on her face as she sat there with a friend of hers – Nishikawa-san. The both of them are sitting in a seat just outside of the tall fence that separates the baseball field and the school grounds. Around them, are other students and teachers that sometimes also watch the baseball team’s practice.

Nishikawa-san said something to Y/n’s ear, making her laugh, and for a second, Shohei had a hard time averting his gaze. He thinks anyone in the world will have a hard time looking away when they see that laugh.

“Dude,” whispered one of the baseball club members, yanking him by the shoulder. “Did l/n-san just wave at you!?”

Shohei blinked. “We’re friends,” he said simply, finally turning his gaze towards his teammate. 

“With the prettiest girl in school!” answered the other a bit aggressively. “I’m so jealous!”

He knows that y/n is popular. She’s always in the conversation when they’re talking about the prettiest girls in school. He also had seen a couple of letters being shoved into her shoe locker, but most of them remained unopened as y/n decided to ignore them often. However, knowing her popularity and seeing it firsthand is a bit different.

“We sit together,” he replied, slinging an arm around his teammate’s shoulder. “Let’s go, the coach is calling for us.”

As they jog towards the rest of the team, his mind still wanders towards the girl. It’s a bit hard not to think about her, as she always commands the majority of the attention inside of a room. Even now, he could see several glances directed towards her or plain staring from the people around them. 

But Shohei needs to focus. Summer is approaching, and they have a goal to achieve this year.

Koshien, he thought. The field of dreams for every high school baseball player. The tournament that will change the life of every high school baseball player.

So many stars are born through Koshien. So many scouts came for Koshien, searching for the next big thing through their keen eyes. Shohei himself is determined to become a professional baseball player. He has no career option besides professional baseball players. His future is basically that or a bust. That or nothing.

This weekend, Shohei will start for his school for the first time. It’s the summer tournament, the very tournament that will decide their Koshien ambition. It will be a lie to say that he’s not nervous. After all, he’s so nervous that he can’t sleep at night. There are more than a thousand things that could go wrong. More than a million things that could go wrong because of him, ending their Koshien journey this year.

Maybe that’s why he had asked y/n to come and attend the game. He thinks, that if he sees the girl on the stand, it can relieve some of his nervousness. 

To see her cheering for him will be an energizer that he needs for his first start in his high school career. This is a pivotal moment for his future. Whether the coach thinks that he has the potential or not for the big stage will be decided this weekend.

He thinks that the girl is not interested in baseball, but that’s okay. Shohei thinks that he can change her mind after the game. 

After all, baseball is the best.

What is she doing here? Thought y/n as she stands in front of the stadium.

Y/n could feel the dread that was slowly climbing into her throat. It’s a bit suffocating. A bit alarming.

It’s been years since she watched a baseball game. An amazing feat considering how baseball-obsessed Japan as a country is. She had avoided the sport for so long and had been so successful in doing it, too.

So why is she here?

Will she abandon all of her efforts just for a boy?

But it’s not just a boy, a voice whispered inside his mind. It’s her best friend. The boy with a bright smile and such a big love for baseball. Shohei always looks so bright and happy every time he talks about baseball. She knows that the sport is everything to him. That his asking her to be here and watch his first baseball game is an important request for him.

That her presence her matters. That he will be looking at her through the crowd.

The dread is still there, though. It’s still clawing at her throat insistently. It still reminds her why she hates the sport. Why, for her future sake, she should avoid it altogether.

She shouldn’t be here.

She hates baseball! Why is she even here-

“Hey,” said Ami, hitting her shoulder lightly. “What are you staring at? The game is starting soon!”

Ami decided to tag along. Y/n thinks she did this because she realized how pale she had become when she accepted Shohei’s request. The girl had always had a keen eye, after all, which is one reason why they got along so well.

“I- “started y/n. “I don’t think I can do this-“

“What are you talking about!” exclaimed Ami as she practically dragged the other girl into their seat. “We’re already here!”

“No-“ she started, stopping the both of them on their track. “I don’t- Seriously, I don’t think I can- I- I-“

“Hey,” Ami’s voice stopped her sentence. There’s a grounding hand on her shoulder, effectively clearing her mind for a bit. Beneath her lashes, y/n could see the concerned look that the other girl was wearing now. “Y/n-chan, are you okay?”

Are you okay?

Is she okay?

Is she okay standing here in the middle of a baseball stadium?

No- no. No, she’s not okay.

“No,” she rasped out. “I- I don’t think I’m okay.”

Ami shifted her gaze towards the clock near them. There’s still plenty of time before the game starts. Deciding in an instant, Ami immediately grabbed y/n’s hand before guiding her elsewhere. A more secluded spot where not many people will be around.

Sitting on one of the benches, she touched y/n’s cheek gently, forcing her to stare at her eyes.

“Hey,” she said. “What happened?”

“I-“ started y/n, but she stopped. She could tell her. She could tell the girl in front of her the reason why she hated baseball so much, why she didn’t want to be here. Why her being in this stadium just to watch a high school baseball game is a mistake?

But by doing so, it means that she will have to bear all of her heart to see.

Y/n likes to think that she’s a simple person.

She’s someone closed off. Someone cheery and happy in front and broody and solemn behind everyone’s back. It’s part of her idol mask. A demand that she should always keep this extroverted mask for all to see.

For Ami to understand why she hates being here, she will have to tell her everything. Everything about the mistake of her birth.

She hates it.

She hates being vulnerable.

Ami still sat there, right in front of her, watching her silently. Forever seems to pass between the two of them as y/n’s throat bobbles uncomfortably. She’s at a loss for what she should do.

“Hey,” started the other girl. “If you don’t want to tell me, it’s okay. I won’t prod anymore.”

Y/n is still silent at that, peering at Ami through her lashes.

Ami let out a sigh, the grounding hand on her shoulder was still there. Rubbing small circles. 

“I’” started y/n. “My father left me and my mom before I was born.”

“… Ah,” said Ami after a long silence.

“He was a baseball player.”

“… Ah.”

Silence descends between the two of them again.

“My mom also left me when I was 10,” said Ami finally. “She was an asshole.”

“… at least you have a father?”

The other girl let out a small snort at that. “I could say the same thing about your mom.”

Another silence descends between the two of them.

Distantly, she could see the people that were passing in front of them. All of them are enraptured in their own world. Barely paying any attention to a girl with puffy eyes and uneven breathing.

It feels oddly calming. That despite everything, a lot of people won’t notice her vulnerability.

The silence was broken by Ami’s question. “Do you still want to watch the match?”

Her first instinct is to say no.

But Shohei’s bright grin and the promise that they had made on the school rooftop echoed inside her mind.

It played inside of her head over and over again. Repeating itself as if y/n would ever forget. As if she will ever forget the way Shohei’s face brightened at the healthy tan that decorated his skin – a sign of his dedication to the craft of baseball.

She closed her eyes, trying to tame her mind.

This is different, she thought. This match is different.

It’s not her father who is playing down the field. It’s Shohei. Her best friend. The boy that’s sitting next to her.

Down there, it’s not her American father who left her mom when she was heavily pregnant with her mom. It’s not her father who never bothered to call back despite all of the desperate voice notes that her mom had sent. It’s not her father who had never taken any responsibility towards her, resulting in her mom having three different jobs just to make sure that they’ll stay afloat.

It’s not her father who parades around his American dream family to everyone on national television.

Down there, the one who will be playing is Ohtani Shohei.

The boy who had dragged her for an early jog every morning. The boy with a sweet tooth and an even sweeter smile. The boy who had told her that she will become a star with such an utter conviction that she started to believe in herself despite all of her previous failures and setbacks. 

It’s Shohei who will be playing.

Not her father.

The color that will be flying today is the familiar grey and purple of Hanamaki Higashi. Not the familiar and yet distant white and blue.

Letting out a deep breath, y/n lets out a nod. “Yeah,” she replied after a long while. “Let’s go inside.”

Ami stared at her, unblinking. 

“You know,” she started. “If we go home right now, I won’t complain,” said the other girl. “Are you really sure that you’re okay with it?”

You have a heavy trauma with baseball; after all, it was left unsaid. Y/n appreciates it. Currently, she’s not in the mood to tackle it head-on. 

“Yeah,” answered y/n. “I just needed some time to think.”

With a nod, Ami stood up, arm reaching for her. They walked inside the stadium like that, with their arm linked together.

“If it’s ever too much,” murmured Ami, “Just let me know, okay?”

Y/n gave her a grateful nod as she squeezed the girl’s hand.

As they enter, for the first time in years, y/n gets her first glimpse of a baseball match.

She could see the green grass stretching across the field as well as rows and rows of spectators. The air around them was buzzing, as she could hear horns and yells of celebrations being thrown left and right by the people around them. The announcers could be heard through the air, hyping the crowd for today’s match.

Y/n had expected a big crowd. After all, this is the quarterfinals of the summer tournament.

But still, she could feel the shiver running down her spine as she took up the atmosphere around them.

Even when she threw the first pitch for the Tigers all those months ago, the atmosphere back then can’t be compared to what she’s seeing right now. The height of everyone’s excitement could be seen across everyone’s faces, a far cry from the half-empty stadium that she saw during her first pitch ceremony.

Ami immediately dragged her toward their designated seat.

She watched at the rows and rows of purple and purple near them. The cheering squad of their baseball team is highly spirited, already hollering and cheering for the team despite the first pitch not being thrown yet. There are rows of baseball team members, as well as cheerleaders, already prepared to cheer for the team with all their might.

Merchandises with purple and grey themes could be seen, such as small flags or trumpets. Even the cheerleaders are wearing forms with that color format.

Looking down at her purple top, y/n felt a bit unprepared as she didn’t bring anything to cheer for the team. Ami, too, stared at the cheering squad with amazement clear on her face.

“They really come prepared,” said the girl as the both of them took their seat. They’re sitting really closely with the cheering squad.

Nodding, she lets out a sheepish laugh. “And we brought nothing.”

Their conversation caught one of the cheering squad member’s attention, and he widened his eyes at the sight of them.

“Oh!,” he said, gaining both of their attention. “You guys are students at our school, right?”

Sharing a glance with Ami, y/n gave him a bright smile, trying to look a tad more friendly despite the red rimming his eyes. “Yeah,” she replied. “We’re cheering for the team.”

“We’re friends with Ohtani-san,” added Ami, as if to add some kind of credibility to their claim.

“Ohtani-kun?” said the member. “Do you guys want some flags or something to cheer the team? We brought extras.”

Nodding gratefully, both y/n and Ami received the flag from the other boy.

“I didn’t expect Ohtani-kun to have friends coming over,” said the boy as they were making a conversation. “He seems really devoted to baseball.”

“He is really devoted to baseball,” replied y/n as she waved the small Hanamaki Higashi flag playfully. “You’re close with him?”

“Ah, no, not really,” answered the other boy. “Ohtani-kun is just famous in the club. He’s the only first year that managed to get into the main team, you know?”

Ami let out a whistle at that. “That’s amazing,” she said. “So, the rest of the cheering squad here are first and second years?” 

“Yeah, but we do have some third years, not a lot.”

The game started soon after that. Y/n could feel Ami’s gaze on her as she watched Shohei take up the mound at the top of the first inning. She had seen Shohei in his baseball uniform as she had watched some of the baseball team practice, but still, seeing him like this-

It was as if the one who was standing on the mound was a different person than the bright boy who was sitting next to her during class.

There’s some kind of aura on him as well as a cold look on his face – something that she rarely sees these days. Shohei is a cheery and goofy person. Someone with smiles and laughs can brighten up the room.

The one who is standing down there is Ohtani Shohei, the baseball player.

“He looks good, isn’t he?” asked Ami, a teasing tilt in her tone.

Y/n decided to ignore the teasing. “Yeah,” she said. “He is.”

To say that Shohei did amazing during his first start would be an understatement.

After all, he was dominant. He pitched for seven innings, not letting any run go past him. The batters barely got hits and those who did barely got any good ones. Shohei contributed so much to the team’s defense this game that some people started to whisper his name in awe.

Ohtani this, Ohtani that.

Through it all, y/n watched.

Oh, thought the girl, amidst the loud cheers and celebration around her as the last out was recorded. He is going to be a baseball star, isn’t he?

She watched Shohei impressing everyone in the stadium. She sees how he pitched, how he basically owns all the batters that he faced.

She watched Hanamaki Higashi winning the game, as well as the bright smile on Shohei’s face. It’s the face that she’s familiar with. It's not the cold front that he puts during pitching.

Y/n sees it all, and with that, the first baseball game that she has watched in years ends.

They’re standing just behind the stadium, the hustle and bustle of the crowd around them.

“Do you like the game?” he asked, mouth grinning.

Y/n stared at him. Stared at this tall teen in front of her who was smiling at her like the sun. She stared at this teen who managed to drag her into a baseball game. At the teen who forced her to watch a baseball game despite all of her reservations towards the game.

She was afraid.

Afraid that she will only see her father during the game. Afraid that she would remember the tears that fell onto her mom’s face as she watched the celebration when her dad clinched the World Series. The celebration is where her dad proudly says that his oldest child – a son younger than her – is playing baseball on his little league team.

She watched the older woman grip the necklace around her neck. The only gift that her father had ever given her. She watched and watched. Heart growing cold and gaze going dead as she, too, gazed at the man who had contributed to her birth in this world celebrate the best moment of his life with his little family. A family that does not consist of y/n and her mother.

Today, too, she watched. She watched the baseball game in front of her. She watched Shohei take up the mound with the familiar purple and white uniform of Hanamaki Higashi. She watched as the teen managed to go through seven scoreless innings before being replaced by the closer. She watched and watched, the sun beating down on her face, and yet, it was not the only warmth that she felt during the game.

It was almost a miracle that she didn’t even remember her father throughout the game. It was a miracle that she didn’t even think about him for a second.

All she remembers thinking throughout the game is Shohei and Shohei. How her best friend is taking the mound, how her best friend is finally playing his first big game in his high school baseball career.

It’s Shohei and Shohei inside her head. Only him.

She likes it.

“I like it,” she managed to say, throat bobbing, “I like to see you win.”

I like to see more left unsaid. I like to see you, left unsaid.

Shohei let out a laugh at that, cheeks blooming in happiness. “I like it when I win, too,” he replied. She thinks that it’s a trick of the light, but she swears that the world has become clearer for a bit.

“Of course you do,” she laughed, nudging his arm gently. “You have a competitive streak a mile wide.”

“Like you don’t,” he teased back. “You’re going to Tokyo after this, yeah? For that magazine photoshoot?”

Y/n lets out a hum, eyes drifting towards one of the digital clocks that littered the stadium. “Yeah, my train is leaving in an hour,” she said. “I have to go to the station right after this.”

“And you’re going back tomorrow?” asked Shohei, head tilted a bit. It’s a habit that she finds cute. 

“I’ll arrive back here tomorrow night,” she shrugged. “I still have a music video audition tomorrow morning.”

Shohei seems to be thinking about something, brows furrowing together. “Do you want me to pick you up?” he asked. “It’s dangerous for a girl to go home alone.”

Laughing a bit, she shook her head. “I’ll have my manager bring me home, don’t worry about my safety. He’s a big guy.”

“But still-“

“You don’t have to worry, you know, you’re in the middle of the tournament, right?” said y/n, reminding the other teen about the looming tournament. She may not follow baseball so intently, but she knows how important the summer tournament is. After all, it’s the key that will bring them to Koshien. The dream stage for the team. “Focus on that, don’t want my best friend to fail in becoming a baseball superstar.”

Letting out a sigh, he seems resigned before letting out a small smile. “And I don’t want my best friend to fail in becoming a star too.”

“A star? Just a star?” she teased.

“Yeah,” he said, smile blinding. “A star.”

A star, she thinks. 

Y/n likes the sound of that.

The magazine photoshoot went well.

Her manager told her that the brand and the magazine really liked her and wanted to use her again for their next collection. The photographer and the makeup artist praised her endlessly. Saying that she has the type of face that will catch a lot of attention.

Y/n thinks that it’s their own way, saying that her half-foreign look is distracting.

Stepping out of her dingy agency, she could feel her phone buzzing. Glancing at it, she sees Shohei’s contact appearing on her home screen.

“Boyfriend?” asked her manager, walking next to her.

“No,” she replied, though the girl couldn’t contain the smile that was threatening to break out of her face. “A friend.”

Typing down a response, she glanced back towards her manager, who was staring at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Doesn’t seem like a friend to me,” replied the man as they climbed into the car together, ready to head out to her music video audition.

“You’re right, it’s not a friend, it’s my best friend,” she huffed out. “Anyway, you said that this was for a music video?” 

“It is, for a boyband, you may have heard of them,” answered the man as he gave her the name. She had heard it before, they were pretty famous in her year, after all.

Reading through the script, y/n tried to understand the concept of the music video. It’s a typical boyband music video, a reverse harem trope. The girl will basically be stuck in a love maze between all the members in a high school setting. The members of the boyband will be older than normal high school students, but the fans seem to like them wearing a uniform. That’s why they’re searching for a model that will fit the school setting down to the t.

“I think you will get the role,” said her manager after a moment of silence.

Raising an eyebrow, she asked, “Why? My idol debut is a flop, you know.”

Sighing, the man continues to drive. “You, for one, in my opinion, are one of the most talented artists that I’ve ever seen in my life,” started the man.

She lets out a laugh at that. “Of course, you’re saying that,” she said, a bit teasing. “You’re my manager. You have to say something like that to encourage me despite everything.”

There was a hesitant silence between the two of them after that. “I think your failure came mostly from our part,” he said after a while. He sounds a bit reluctant. “If you were in any other company – bigger ones or more established ones – I think you would already be thriving.”

“I like our company,” she defends, sinking back in her chair.

Y/n knows that her company is far too small for her to make it big in the industry. She knows that, realistically, she should’ve aimed for bigger names in the industry.

And it’s not like she doesn’t have the chance to do so. She has been offered – many times – to audition or even to join other bigger companies. Scouts had been coming to her to take her back to their own companies multiple times. If she wants to, y/n won’t even glance at her current company, considering all the other offers that she received back then.

But still, she thought, a bit sullen.

Her current company is the only company that doesn’t require her to do gravure shoots.

She knows that it’s a bit ridiculous for her to reject gravure shoots because it’s basically a rite of passage for young girls in the Japanese entertainment company. She knows that so many big celebrities out there have to do gravure shoots during their earlier years to make it in the industry. Countless female celebrities did it to put their name out there.

But y/n can’t do it. She will never do it.

She remembers the text messages or envelopes that her mother received. Countless letters and messages from her father’s lawful wife.

Whore.

Bitch.

Slut.

It’s always those words. Those accusing words that accused her mother of being someone that’s selling her body to everyone.

She’s afraid that the moment she does gravure shoot, it will only prove that the accusation is being directed at her mother. That a whore like her mother will raise a whore of a daughter like her.

That if she does it, that bitch’s word will become the actual truth.

Even in death, y/n will never let that happen. She will never give her mother another thing to grieve upon, and she will never give that woman any kind of satisfaction.

She will thrive in this industry in one way or another. She will survive here.

She will become a star.

“We’re here,” announced her manager.

With that, they arrived at the audition place.

the dojahs won the World Series!

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and now for another edition of

Bucci Gang HCs Nobody Asked For

Cooking Edition

Bucciarati

Never really learned to cook and eats mostly takeout; has been known to burn the pasta water (gets distracted); can filet anything; always happy to help in the kitchen but should probably be kept to prep work and salad assembly

Abbacchio

Proficient in a handful of simple recipes and has one or two specialties passed down from his nonna; cannot cook without a glass of wine; will judge you for using store-bought noodles; hates doing dishes

Mista

Charcuterie king; makes the world's best sandwiches (his words, but no one is arguing either); over-salts because he heard the iodine was good for you; pesto goes on everything

Fugo

Follows the recipe to a tee; prefers spicy dishes over anything else but sour is a close second; enjoys using utensils with specialized designs (mezzaluna, ricer, etc); gets offended if someone won't try his food

Narancia

SOUP; likes to make stuff out of everyone's leftovers "because half the work is already done"; has a surprisingly refined palate and a gift for unusual spice blends; how did that get on the ceiling?

Giorno

Has taught the rest of the team how to use chopsticks with varying results; can make a satisfying and delicious meal out of the cheapest possible ingredients; also comes up with some of the most horrifying Japanese-Italian fusion dishes imaginable; always forgets to turn off the oven light

Trish

Apps all day; can cook but would prefer to go out for every meal; all produce must be fresh and organic!; very particular about the correct way to dress a salad (oil, salt, vinegar, in that order); always has a dessert pairing for any meal she prepares, but usually bullies one of the boys into making it, most commonly Fugo