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new girlfriend drama | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

summary: leah finally introduces her new girlfriend, elle, to buddy and monkey

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The buzz of the stadium surrounded you as you waited inside the tunnel,  lined up with the rest of the team - Leah was standing at the front, the Captain's armband proudly displayed around her arm in the absence of Kim.

It was matchday, and you were hyped.

You were focused, determined and ready to win.

And what's better? You were playing against Aston Villa, meaning you were going head to head with Jordan.

"Boo!" You crept up behind the smaller woman, wrapping your arm around her shoulder, "Happy birthday, Mama!"

"Thanks, little one," Jordan smiled, reaching up to stand on her tiptoes since you had that slight advantage of tallness over her as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head, "Good luck out there, yeah? Don't go scoring on me now!"

"Pfft, as if," You waved her off, reluctant to wipe the smirk on your face, "Have you seen Buddy yet? I know she wanted to give you her present!"

"Not yet, but I'm sure I'll catch up with her after the game," Jordan replied, still smiling.

You felt a nudge on your shoulder as your eyes darted round to meet Leah's, "Are you ready, my girl? You've got this, stay sharp, yeah?"

"I always do!" You grinned back, a bit too confident for your own good.

"Don't get too cocky now. We could win," Jordan warned, her tone amused.

"We will see," Leah chuckled, shaking her head in amusement, "Good luck, and happy birthday, Jord!" She wished her ex-girlfriend belated birthday wishes.

"Yeah, don't cry when I nutmeg you!" You couldn't help but chip in cheekily, just as the familiar beat kicked in to the sound of 'London's calling' and you began to walk out, proud to the loud roar of the fans around the stadium.

This was your game, no question.

After the game, you were drenched, your body aching from the torrential rain that hadn't let up the entire 90 minutes. The only thing you wanted right now was to get changed, find warmth and collapse in bed.

But Leah had other plans, apparently.

"When you're done getting changed, I want you to come with me. I've got someone for you to meet," The blonde said, catching you in the midst of getting ready in the dressing room after the victory celebration.

You couldn't resist the groan that slipped out your mouth, "Seriously?"

"Yes," Leah replied, stifling a smile as she shook her head, "I really think you'll like her. Just hurry up and get dressed, okay?"

"Urgh," You grumbled, not in the mood for introductions at all.

You were soaked to the bone from playing in the miserable British weather for the whole match, and the last thing you wanted to do right now was to meet somebody.

That did not sit well with you.

"Why? I'm coooold!" You didn't hesitate to complain at all, you were making it very well known that you weren't in the mood to meet anybody.

Regardless of whoever they might be.

"Well you won't be that cold if you hurry up and get changed," Leah retorted, collecting all of her own things together to get ready to leave, "Come on, hurry up."

"Urgh, what's with all the fuss?" You huffed in disagreement.

You were soon to find out what all the fuss was about - Leah wanted you to meet her new girlfriend, which you had mixed feelings about.

You definitely found it weird when Leah started seeing someone new. You were briefly aware of this new girlfriend, Elle, you knew she was someone special to Leah - but you never actually met her, even during pre-season in America or that unforgettable trip to Nashville. 

You knew it was bound to happen one day, and apparently today was the infamous day to meet Elle Smith, otherwise known as Miss USA.

For as long as you can always remember since you moved in with Leah and Jordan, it had always been the two of them, and they were a team within a team, both on and off the pitch - well until Jordan ended up moving to Aston Villa, but that's a different story.

Of course you knew both Leah and Jordan would find different partners, but that didn't mean you had to like it.

You definitely did not.

"Quit looking so grumpy," Leah nudged your shoulder.

"I don't want to meet her," You complained for what felt like the hundredth time, as you waited for the lift to take you upstairs where you were about to finally meet the woman that Leah had been seeing for quite some time now, "I'm cold, I'm tired. I just want to go home and go to bed. That's it, I don't want to meet Elle."

You were really in a bad mood after the game, although you had won with a 4 nil victory, it had poured down with rain throughout the whole game and as a result, you now felt completely miserable.

You also felt pretty bad about the loss for Jordan and her team, especially since the fixture was on her birthday as well.

It was a tough loss for her, and she didn’t waste any time hanging around either.

It was definitely not a good idea for Leah to decide to introduce you to her new girlfriend now of all times while you felt so grumpy.

"Why not? I really think you might like her," Leah replied, her tone light but firm.

"Yeah, well, I don't... " You shot back, pouting, "Why do I' gotta meet her?"

Leah exhaled a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose, "Would you stop? Look, I really like Elle, and I'm happy. So, now I just want you girls to finally meet her, okay?"

"Whatever," You muttered, but the tension was still there.

"Monkey, stop," Leah chastised, knowing there was people around, "There's people around here still." She reminded you with a knowing look, but it still didn't stop you from sulking.

"I wouldn't be complaining so much if you weren't forcing me to meet her," Your retorted, voice full of bratty annoyance.

"You make it sound like it's such a terrible thing," Leah spoke aloud, exhaling a deep sigh as her patience was wearing thin, "I really want you girls to meet Elle, I think you'll like her." She added.

"She can't replace Jordan," You muttered, still not convinced.

"I wouldn't ever dream of that happening, my girl," Leah said, her voice soft but serious, as if to reassure you.

"This lift is taking forever!" You complained as you felt like the lift was taking forever to reach the top.

Leah chuckled, shaking her head as she responded to a text on her phone, "Anything else you want to complain about today?" She teased.

"Well... Now that you mention it--" You begin to speak, caught off guard by the lift door opening and you're met with your favourite little buddy, "Buddy!" You shout, your grumpiness quickly overturned seeing the three year old.

"Monks'!" The said three year old plows into your legs, her eyes wide with excitement as she wraps both her arms around you, "Miss 'ou soooo much!" She told you, dramatically.

"I missed you soooo much too!" You retorted, playfully as you ruffled her hair.

Buddy's attention didn't last long on you though as she spotted Leah, "Mummy!" Not hesitating to run over to her and launch herself on her.

"Oft, there's my little bubba!" Leah crouches down to meet her, just in time for a bear hug that leaves her grinning, "Hiya! Did you watch all of the game?"

"Uh huh! I' got 'cited when Monks' scored!" Buddy rambled, her voice full of excitement.

"You saw that? I made sure to score just for you!" You joked, grinning from ear to ear.

Buddy continued to beam a wide smile, her excitement tangible, "Ou' score good goal, Monks'!" 

"Well done today sweetheart. Very impressive!" Amanda chimed in, proud.

"I try my best," You waved off the praise with a smile, still not entirely used to it.

Leah straightened up and motioned to Elle, who stood a little further back to come a bit closer, "Right girls, come here. I'd like for you to both meet someone very important too me, okay?"

"Who are 'ou?" Buddy questions, her voice full of innocent curiosity.

"Girls, this is Elle, and she's mummy's special friend," Leah carefully introduced her to you both, making sure that Buddy was able to understand her words, "Do you think you can say hi?" She asked, guiding you both forward.

"Hi. I' Buddy!" Buddy of course was eager to meet her, waving enthusiastically.

"Hi there, Buddy! It's very nice to meet you," Elle crouches down to Buddy's level with a kind smile on her face, "And you must be Monkey?"

You nod faintly, shoving your heads in your trouser pockets, "Alright."

"Don't mind Monkey," Leah quickly added, "She's not very keen on meeting new people. Don't take it personally."

"I don't like you, so listen 'ere, yeah?" You started, channeling all your gangster-watching vibes  going through a current phase of watching the Kray Twins, the two famous London gangsters, "You hurt me' mum, and I know exactly where to hide bodies. So, don't even think about it, or you should learn to sleep with one eye open. Got it?"

Elle's face flickered with confusion, her eyes darting between you and Leah, unsure what to make of the threat, "Uh, right. Gotcha," She muttered, clearly thrown off by the whole interaction.

Leah rolled her eyes, quickly covering your mouth with her hand, "Ignore her, she's going through a phase right now," She told Elle, shooting you  a stern look, "You be quiet, you are still scared to sleep without the light on fifty percent of the time. You're not hard at all, so zip it."

You go wide-eyed, your cheeks burn as the tough act completely falls apart.

You go to open your mouth in protest, however it doesn't turn out the way you planned, "Don't even think about it," Leah warned you with a pointed finger.

"Rooooar!"  Buddy's eccentric voice was loud throughout the whole restaurant, where you'd been forced to come after the game, "Elle! Do 'ou like dino'daurs?" She was eager to know, forcefully trying to shove the plastic dinosaur into Elle's own hand.

"Are you kidding? You bet I do!" Elle agreed, accepting the sticky covered dinosaur out of Buddy's grasp since the three year old attempted to dunk it directly in the chocolate sauce of her ice cream sundae, "Do you have a favourite one that you like?"

"Uh huh! I 'ove my dino'daurs!" Buddy nodded, smiling from ear to ear as she animatedly chatted to Elle all about the different dinosaurs she had, which was the best out of them, "Steg'saurus da' bestest!"

Unlike Buddy, you still hadn't easily been convinced as you sat there, your arms crossed over your chest as you didn't hold back the eye roll as you watched Buddy and Elle interact with each other. Leah sat across from them, smiling fondly at the two, but you couldn't help but feel a little left out of the joy.

You weren't keen to be here at all.

You slumped in your seat, barely glancing up from your phone as you fiddled with it, pretending to not care about anything happening around you. The restaurant was bustling with energy, people talking, laughing, but you just couldn't seem to get into it.

Leah immediately clocked your reluctance to join in on the conversation, "Cheer up my girl."

"Why? I don't want to be here!" You grumbled, making it very well known about your feelings for being in the restaurant at that current moment.

Leah exhaled a sigh, sending you a knowing look, "I know you might not, but can you at least pretend like you're having fun?"

"But I'm not though..." You don't sugar-coat your words, you definitely don't want to be here, and you're not about to act like you do.

"We'll be going home in a bit," Leah told you, resisting the urge to roll her own eyes as she caught sight of you scrunching your face up in further protest,"You know, if you continue to screw your face up like that then it might stick like it,  eh?"

"Ha ha, very funny," You deadpan, rolling your eyes at the blondes' wittiness.

"I know it seems like a lot, but come on, Buddy's warmed up to her. Do you think you might be able to do the same for me?" Leah tries her luck, hoping that you might change your mind, or at least be somewhat nice to Elle.

You continue to scowl across the table at the American woman, "I don't like her."

"You don't know her well enough to decide that though right now," Leah explains, her tone of voice gentle as she understands this might be hard for you to grasp.

"My minds already made up," You shake your head in protest, slumping back down into your seat,"When can we go home? I'm bored."

Leah exhales a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose, "In a bit. Just try and cheer up a bit, please?"

"But I'm bored, like super bored here, and I can do so much more at home!" You exclaim.

"So, Monkey," Elle begins, catching your attention now Buddy's sole focus is on the sticker book in front of her, or more so, the stickers she's putting everywhere around the table and chairs, coats, bags, phone cases, you name it - if it's there in eye-sight, its' been stickered.

You couldn't resist the smirk that appeared on your face, "So, she-devil..."

"Monkey," Leah scolded, fixing you with a sharp pointed look.

"What? I think it's a cute nickname," You feigned innocence, holding your hands up in the air in mock-surrender, "I can try another, if you'd like?"

Leah narrowed her eyebrow, "Watch it."

"Alright, alright," You rolled your eyes at the blonde sat opposite you, "What's up, El-Dog?" You tried again.

"Monkey," Leah repeated, continuing to look at you with a sharp look.

You huffed in response, not holding back on another eye roll and slumping back to lean against your chair, "Oh come on, you know I like nicknames... Elle... I don't know what rhymes with it," You retorted, shrugging your shoulders.

"You're very funny," Elle chimed in.

"Thank you, I'm training to be a part time comedian," You told her in a sarcastic tone of voice, a shit-eating grin on your face, having more enjoyment in winding this woman up, "Want to hear a knock-knock joke?"

"No she's not, she's winding you up," Leah interjected before you had the chance to spout anything more, "Knock it off, Menace. I mean it."

Elle chuckled, waving her hand off as she didn't seem so phased by your reluctance to speak to her, "So, Monkey, is that like a nickname you have?"

"I don't know, Elle, is yours a nickname for something else?" You shot back, innocently.

"Monkey is one of her many nicknames," Leah chimed in, "My other favourite ones' for her are Menace and my girl, both of them very self-explanatory."

"I see," Elle nodded in agreement, taking a moment to take a sip of her drink, "Leah tells me that you really like Lego. That's cool."

You didn't dare bat an eye, "Yeah, so, what's it to you?"

"Monkey, enough of that," Leah chided, nudging your shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess..." You begrudgingly agreed, leaning forward and attempting to blow bubbles in your drink with the straw, "I find it cool, and it helps me calm down sometimes, and whatnot."

Leah gave you a faint smile and nodded, "My whole house is overrun with Lego since both the girls love it so much."

"Duh? Lego is amazing, Malfoy!" You perked up, not resisting the urge to call Leah out by a nickname, since they're one of your favourite things to give people.

Elle shared a confused look between yourself and Leah, "Malfoy? Like, uh, Harry Potter?" She questioned.

"Yep!" Your excitement suddenly reached a new level, nodding your head in agreement, ditching blowing bubbles in your drink, "Have you ever watched it? Le definitely has a haircut like him!"

"Brilliant," Leah muttered in disbelief, shaking her head, "I think I preferred it when you were quiet instead now after all."

"I'm bored again," You complained dramatically, setting your drink down.

Leah rolled her eyes and reached into her own bag and pulled out some colouring pages and crayons, "Here. Happy now?"

Your eyes lit up despite yourself, “Colouring? Yes!” Grabbing the crayons, you started to scribble, regardless of the fact of your age, you were at least somewhat occupied for the time being.

“See?” Leah said, laughing softly, “I told you she’s harmless. She’s just a big kid, it’s unreal.”

“I’m not a big kid…” You felt a heat rise in your cheeks, not liking being called out like that, but you couldn’t help the grin that tugged at the corners of your lips. 

“Keep telling yourself that,” Leah teased, ruffling your hair. 

“Accusations. False accusations!” You grumbled underneath your breath, however, you grabbed a crayon and continued to scribble on the page. You weren’t fully ready to warm up to Elle, but slowly started to let the walls come down.

Buddy's little face scrunched up in concentration as she started to tug at Leah's hand, "Mummy! I... I' need toilet!" She exclaimed,  the urgency in her voice leaving no room for hesitation.

Leah didn't even flinch at the sudden demand, "Come on then, bubba. We'd better go find it quickly," She said, getting to her feet, quick and straight to the point, "You play nice, alright?"

You rolled your eyes at the interaction, turning your attention to your phone, "Pfft, oh please... I always play nice!" You muttered to yourself, though your eyes were glued to the screen instead of the woman in the room.

Elle, sensing the lull in the conversation, turned to you with a curious smile, "So, Monkey, what is that you like to do?"

You didn't immediately respond, not feeling particularly inclined to talk to her. But then, an idea flashed in your mind that could be so much better than small talk.

This might just be your chance to get someone else on board for the ultimate adventure -- skydiving!

"Oh, I have hobbies!" You said with an enthusiastic grin, "Yeah, I'm so adventurous and that. Like skydiving and all the different things like that!"

Elle raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but cautious, "Skydiving, huh? That sounds kind of dangerous. Are you allowed to do things like that, with you being a professional footballer?"

"Oh, yeah, totally!" You waved your hand dismissively, like it was the least of your worries, "Do you want to go? We could go together, and it could be so fun!"

"Uh..." Elle hesitated for a second, but then to your surprise, shrugged, "Sure, that does sound like fun!"

You were now all but practically bouncing in your seat, a grin spreading across your face, "Awesome! So, uh, where is it that you live in America?" You decided it was probably best to try and ask some questions to at least seem interested, at least you hoped it was America where she lived.

Elle seemed to enjoy the change in pace as she answered, "Oh, I live in New York. Have you ever been?"

"Nope, never, but it sounds, like so sick!" You exclaimed, "They have that big tree there at Christmas as well, innit?"

"Yeah, it's really quite cool to look at," Elle replied, smiling at your enthusiasm.

"And do they have that ice as well?" You pressed, already seeing the path ahead.

"Oh yeah, they do..." Elle continued to nod in agreement, "Do you like to ice skate?"

"Sure, totally," You agree with a simple shrug of your shoulders, "So, do they have sky divng as well?"

Elle's eyes widened slightly, "Yeah, I think they have something like somewhere you can do it inside!"

Bingo, it was almost too convincing now!

"Really? Oh sick! We have to do it!" Your mind was completely made up now on the idea of going there for that one reason in particular, your eyes lighting up as you spotted Leah and Buddy return from their toilet trip, "Le! I wanna go to New York-- Le! Le! Can we... Can we go?"

"Whoa, slow down," Leah gave you an incredulous look, "Go where?" She asked, confused.

"New York!" You repeated, practically vibrating with excitement, "It sounds neat, don't it? We have to go!" You said with urgency.

Leah raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed in a casual but knowing stance, "Whoa, whoa, slow down a second. What am I missin'? You've changed your tune all of a sudden, haven't you?"

"We neeeeed to go. Pleaaaaase!" You almost whined, shifting from foot to foot, your excitement contagious.

"We will see, Menace, alright? I'm sure we can try and figure it out," Leah said, though her tone held an edge of amusement, clearly having no clue where this was truly heading.

"Yeeeees! Get in!" You cheered, punching your air in victory, "Cool! Oh yeah-- Elle, I got a question for you, and it's super important." You continued to quiz her without missing a single beat, "Depending on how you answer this, all but depends on if we can even be considered mutuals..."

Elle raised an eyebrow, "Sure, hit me with it!"

"Alright," You leaned in slightly, "Do you think pineapple belongs on pizza?" You questioned, deadpan.

"It's good," Elle answered simply.

You let out a loud whoop of excitement, causing Leah to give you a side-eye, "Right? Niiiiice! Okay, I think I changed my mind, I can begin to like you. Our sky diving trip is going to be amazing!"

And that's where you slipped up...

"Whoa, I'm sorry. Backup there... Skydiving?" Leah chimed in, holding her hand in protest, giving you a firm look, "Monkey! We've already talked about this!"

You winced in protest, "Damn it, so close..."

Leah folded her arms, trying her hardest to remain composed, "You know that skydiving is completely out of the question, and it's not happening!"

You groaned dramatically, clearly not willing to accept the defeat just yet, "You're such a buzzkill sometimes, Le!"

"I only agreed because I thought you were completely okay with it, I swear," Elle said, her tone almost apologetic.

Leah let out a soft sigh, her arms folding across her chest, "It's fine. Monkey knows she's not allowed to do it, and it's not your fault, babe," Her voice was calm but firm, offering a reassuring smile to Elle, “Nice try, Menace. No skydiving, and that’s final!”

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[lotsofmilfs]

Shades of Cool Part 2

Pairing : Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary : After sharing your magic with Agatha, the bond is stronger, so you start to tease her through it.

Word Count : 6.8kish

Notes : Part 3 soon! (NSFW 😏) i’m sorry if this ended up being repetitive, i’ve edited this for days in a row and keep changing things lmfao.

Part 1

The warmth of her touch lingers as Agatha steps back, her hand still loosely holding yours. The bond between you hums steadily now, like the soft rhythm of a heartbeat. Her magic flickers through the connection—not as strong as it once was centuries ago, but it’s alive, pulsing faintly like a spark waiting to ignite.

You’re exhausted, your body feeling lighter, almost hollow, but there’s no regret in the act. If anything, there’s a strange comfort in knowing she feels more whole now, even if it came at your expense.

Agatha seems to sense it, her sharp gaze softening. “You look like you’re about to collapse,” she says, her voice still laced with that familiar sardonic edge, but there’s an undercurrent of concern that wasn’t quite there before.

“I’m fine,” you say, though your knees threaten to betray you.

“Liar,” she mutters, her free hand reaching out instinctively to steady you. Her fingers brush your arm, firm but careful, and the bond thrums faintly in response. “You’re always so reckless, always giving and never thinking about the cost. You—” She stops herself, her expression twisting into something conflicted.

“Spit it out, Agatha,” you say tiredly, though there’s no real bite in your tone.

Her lips press into a thin line. For a moment, you think she won’t say anything, but then she exhales, her hand lingering on your arm. “You didn’t have to do that,” she says softly. “You didn’t have to… give up part of yourself for me.”

You meet her gaze, your exhaustion tempered by the raw vulnerability in her voice. “You think I’d just stand by and let you suffer like that? Agatha, we’re bonded. I feel what you feel. I couldn’t ignore it even if I wanted to.”

Her jaw tightens, and she looks away. “You’ve always been like this,” she mutters. “Too selfless for your own good. It’s so fucking infuriating.”

You laugh faintly, the sound dry but genuine. “And you’ve always been too stubborn to admit when you need help. So I guess we balance each other out.”

She doesn’t respond right away, her fingers still lightly gripping your arm. But there’s a warmth in your chest, and you can feel the gratitude she’s trying so hard not to voice.

“Come on,” she says after a beat, her tone lighter now. “Let’s get out of this wretched place before you decide to martyr yourself any further.”

She moves to step away, but you catch her hand before she can let go. Her eyes widen slightly at the gesture, and you can feel her surprise ripple faintly through the bond.

“Agatha,” you say, your voice steady despite your exhaustion. “Don’t let this go to waste.”

Her expression falters, her carefully crafted walls cracking just enough for you to see the emotion beneath. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she squeezes your hand in return.

“Okay I- I’ll try.” she says quietly, her voice carrying a weight that feels like a promise.

You nod, satisfied, and let her lead you forward. The mist around you begins to thin, the glowing blue light of the witches’ road shifting to a soft, golden hue. It feels like a small victory, like the road itself is acknowledging the fragile progress you’ve made.

As you walk, Agatha’s hand brushes against yours every now and then—not quite holding, but not quite letting go either.

The quiet between you feels different—less strained, more… charged. You try to ignore it, chalking it up to the magic you just shared, but the truth lingers at the edges of your thoughts. The bond isn’t just a connection of power; it’s always been more than that.

And now that it’s whole again, it’s impossible to ignore.

“Do you feel that?” you ask suddenly, breaking the silence.

Agatha stops, her brow furrowing as she glances at you. “Feel what?”

“The bond,” you say, gesturing vaguely. “It’s… different now. More than it was before.”

Her lips press into a thin line, her gaze flickering away as if she’s considering how much to say. “Of course it’s different,” she replies, her voice carefully measured. “You gave me your magic. That kind of exchange would strengthen any connection.”

You narrow your eyes at her, sensing there’s more she’s not saying. The bond pulses faintly, carrying her unease like a ripple in a still pond.

“It’s not just the magic,” you press, stepping closer. “There’s something else. Something I didn’t feel before.”

Agatha exhales sharply, her jaw tightening. “You’re imagining things,” she mutters, though the flicker of guilt in her eyes betrays her.

“I’m not,” you insist, your voice firmer now. “Agatha, what aren’t you telling me?”

She hesitates, her fingers twitching at her sides. For a moment, you think she might deflect again, but then the bond hums with something deeper—an emotion that feels startlingly raw. It makes your eyes water slightly as it fills your chest.

“You’re not the only one who feels it,” she admits finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “The bond… Us… it’s always been more than just magic. But I buried it. I had to.”

You blink, the weight of her words settling heavily in your chest. “What do you mean?”

She looks at you then, her expression guarded but vulnerable in a way you’ve rarely seen. “When we first started to forge the bond, I felt it, those nights in the forest,” she says, her voice steadier now. “Something more than connection, more than power. But I couldn’t handle it—not then. I was too afraid of what it meant. So I ignored it. Tried to bury it deep enough that even you wouldn’t feel it.”

Her confession leaves you breathless, the bond between you flaring further as her emotions ripple through it. You remember those early days—the intensity of your connection, the way being near her felt like standing too close to a fire.

You’d thought it was just the magic, the strength of the starting bond itself. But now…

“Agatha,” you say softly, your voice tinged with disbelief. “Are you saying… you felt this back then? Even before…”

“Yes,” she says, her tone clipped but honest. “And I thought you did too. But you never said anything, so I assumed it was one-sided. That’s… Another reason why I left.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, memories flooding back with startling clarity. The trial, the first night after she left, the ache of her absence that felt more than just betrayal. It wasn’t just the severed bond that hurt—it was losing her.

“I didn’t know what I was feeling back then,” you admit, your voice trembling. “I thought it was just… the magic. I didn’t realize…”

Your words trail off as you look at her, the weight of the moment settling between you. The bond pulses again, and this time, it’s impossible to deny the warmth that spreads through you.

Agatha steps closer, her gaze searching yours. “And now?” she asks, her voice quieter, almost hesitant.

You swallow hard, the air between you charged with something fragile but undeniable. “Now… I think I Do.”

Her breath catches, the bond roaring underneath your skin, as the truth settles between you. Slowly, tentatively, she reaches out, her fingers brushing against your wrist. The touch is light, hesitant, but it sends a jolt through you that makes your heart race.

The world around you feels distant, the golden mist fading into the background as your focus narrows to her—the way her eyes soften, the faint tremble in her hand as it lingers near yours.

“Don’t run again,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “If this is what we are—what we’ve always been—don’t run from it anymore.”

Her lips part, her expression flickering between fear and something softer. Slowly, she nods, her fingers curling around your wrist with a steadiness that surprises you both.

The stillness between you is filled with the quiet hum of the bond, stronger now, resonating like a steady undercurrent. Agatha’s thumb is brushing lightly against your skin—a small, unspoken gesture that sends heat pooling in your abdomen.

She’s not running this time. That realisation alone makes your throat tighten.

Neither of you moves to break the fragile moment, but the bond speaks louder than words. You feel her unease, the raw edges of her vulnerability, but also the faint flicker of something else: hope. It’s tentative and cautious, like a flame coaxed to life after years of darkness.

“I never wanted to hurt you, you know” she says finally, her voice low, almost trembling. Like she couldn’t keep it in anymore. “Leaving… it wasn’t because I didn’t care. It was because I cared too much. After… Listen like i said, you never said anything about any extra feelings and sometimes i just felt like I would die if i didn’t-” she cuts herself off and sighs deeply.

You blink, her words settling heavily in your chest. “You thought running away would help?”

Her lips twitch into a humourless smile. “I thought it would be easier to sever the bond and save us both the trouble, I was so scared, to feel more, to be more, to have everything with you. Clearly, I was wrong.”

“You think?” you say, though there’s no heat behind it. If anything, your voice is softer now, touched with the faintest trace of affection.

Agatha huffs a quiet laugh, her fingers sliding down to tangle with yours. “You don’t have to be smug about it.”

You bite back a smile, studying her carefully. In the glow of the road, her features are softer, less guarded. Her usual sharp edges—the sardonic quips, the biting humour—are still there, but muted, stripped down to something real.

“Why didn’t you come back sooner?” you ask, the question hanging heavy in the air.

Her gaze drops to where your hands are still joined. For a long moment, she doesn’t answer. When she does, her voice is quieter, almost a whisper.

“I thought you hated me,” she admits. “And I didn’t blame you. After what I did—after what I didn’t do—I thought it was better for you if I stayed away. I killed other witches for sport for years, I figured you’d move on, find someone stronger, someone who deserved…” She trails off, shaking her head.

“Deserved what?” you press gently, stepping closer.

She looks up, her eyes searching yours. “You,” she says simply.

The word hangs between you, heavy with meaning. You feel the bond flare again, emotions rushing through it too fast to parse: guilt, longing, regret, and something warmer, deeper, that makes your heart skip a beat.

For a moment, you’re at a loss for words. You’d spent centuries convincing yourself you didn’t need her, that the ache she left behind was just a relic of the bond. But now, standing here with her, the bond humming strong and full, you realised how wrong you were.

“You idiot,” you say softly, though your voice lacks any real venom. “You’ve always deserved me. I just didn’t realise what that meant until now.”

Agatha’s breath hitches, her hand tightening around yours. Her gaze flickers to your face, searching, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. But you don’t pull away.

Instead, you lift your free hand and let it brush against her cheek, the touch light and hesitant. She freezes, her eyes wide, but she doesn’t pull back.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you murmur, the words soft but firm. “Not this time. And I’m not letting you go either.”

Her lips part as if to respond, but no words come. Instead, she leans into your touch, her eyes closing briefly. Through the bond, you feel the tension in her begin to melt, replaced by a quiet, cautious relief.

It’s a fragile thing, this moment, but it’s real.

When she finally opens her eyes, they’re softer than you’ve ever seen them. “You’re not making this easy,” she mutters, though there’s no real bite in her tone.

You smile faintly. “Good. You’ve made me wait long enough.”

Agatha huffs a laugh, shaking her head slightly. “Right, yeah it was all me.” Your palm cups her other cheek and she licks her lips before her gaze flickers to your lips for the briefest moment, and your breath catches. But instead of closing the distance, she presses her cheek into your left palm, her eyes closing again. It’s not quite a kiss, but the intimacy of it is enough to make your heart race.

“Come on,” she says finally, her voice quieter now. “We should keep moving. The road doesn’t wait forever.”

You nod, letting your hand fall reluctantly, though your fingers linger against hers for a moment longer than necessary.

As you walk side by side, the bond pulses steadily between you, stronger than it’s ever been. And for the first time in centuries, it feels like you’re finally moving forward—together.

Each step forward feels lighter, though the weight of the moment lingers between you. Agatha stays close, her hand brushing yours with each unintentional sway. It’s not deliberate—at least, not entirely—but the proximity is unmistakable.

You don’t speak, letting the bond fill the silence. It thrums with a steady rhythm, no longer jagged or uneven, but it carries a tension neither of you can quite shake.

When you glance at her, you find her doing the same—her sharp, calculating gaze flickering away as though you’d caught her in something private.

“Something on your mind?” you ask, your voice light, though your curiosity is anything but.

Agatha exhales sharply, her lips quirking into a faint smirk. “You, apparently.”

The admission catches you off guard, though her tone is sardonic enough to make you question how much she’s revealing. Still, the bond tells another story. The emotions simmering beneath her words—warmth, vulnerability, longing—are unfiltered and raw, impossible to ignore.

“Should I be flattered?” you tease, tilting your head to watch her reaction.

Her smirk falters, replaced by a flicker of something softer. “You always had a way of getting under my skin,” she mutters, her voice quieter now.

You slow your steps, turning to face her fully. “You’re one to talk.”

Agatha stops too, her arms crossing defensively even as her gaze softens. “You’re different than I remember,” she says, her voice almost wistful. “Or maybe… I just forgot.”

Her words settle between you like a confession, the bond humming faintly in response. Memories flash through your mind—moments of laughter, of quiet companionship, of stolen glances you never thought twice about back then.

“I don’t think you forgot,” you say softly, stepping closer. “I think you were just too scared to see it.”

Her jaw tightens, but she doesn’t deny it. Instead, she looks at you with an intensity that makes your chest tighten. “And you weren’t?”

You hesitate, the truth catching in your throat. “I was,” you admit, the words feeling heavier than you expected. “But I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t know what we were I thought we were just…”

“We should keep moving, this area” Agatha cuts you off gesturing around at the forest, “It’s getting cold,” she says, her voice steadier than you expected.

You nod, though you don’t miss the faint tremor in her body as she brushes past you. The bond hums softly, carrying her emotions—conflicted but warm, her resolve wavering but not breaking.

As you fall into step beside her again, the silence is less oppressive, though the tension remains.

The bond wasn’t just magic. It wasn’t just power or connection. It was something more. Something that always had the potential to be everything.

And now you’re starting to piece it together, you always knew there was a reason why you didn’t marry, but you didn’t realise why. Didn’t understand why you couldn’t get over the loss of Agatha, and now, you can’t help but test the waters.

You glance sideways at Agatha, noting how her eyes dart toward you and then quickly away, as if she doesn’t trust herself to look too long. The bond hums with her emotions, faint ripples of curiosity and unease laced with something sweeter—something she’s clearly trying very hard to ignore.

“Agatha,” you say, your tone light, playful.

She raises an eyebrow, her guarded expression slipping into something sharper. “What?”

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you let the bond speak for you, sending a gentle pulse through it—nothing overwhelming, just a soft nudge of warmth, like the magical equivalent of a hand brushing against hers.

Her steps falter for the briefest moment, and her sharp gaze snaps to yours.

“What was that?” she asks, her tone suspicious.

You feign innocence, your lips curling into a faint smile. “What was what?”

Agatha narrows her eyes, and through the bond, you can feel the flicker of her irritation—tinged with just a hint of something more. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Do I?” you tease, sending another soft ripple through the bond, this time carrying a spark of affection—light and fleeting, but unmistakable.

Her cheeks flush faintly, and she glares at you. “Stop that,” she says, though her voice lacks its usual edge.

“Stop what?” you ask, your smile widening.

“You’re actually impossible,” she mutters, picking up her pace as if putting distance between you will help.

You follow easily, keeping stride beside her. “I’m just trying to make this bond more... interactive,” you say, the bond pulsing again with a playful nudge.

Agatha groans, her hand rising to pinch the bridge of her nose. “I swear, if you don’t stop—”

“What?” you interrupt, your voice low, teasing.

Her steps halt abruptly, and she spins to face you, her eyes flashing with a mix of irritation and something deeper. The bond flares faintly, her emotions rippling through it—frustration, yes, but also warmth, fondness, and that ever-present flicker of longing.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” she says, her voice low and laced with warning.

You take a step closer, your smile softening. “Maybe.”

Her breath catches, and for a moment, she looks at you like she might actually give in—like she might say or do something that would change everything. But then she shakes her head, her lips quirking into a wry smile.

As you fall back into step beside her, the bond hums with a quiet warmth that feels like laughter, like the shared amusement of two people who are finally starting to understand each other.

You let it carry another ripple, this one deeper—a soft wave of warmth that lingers longer than the others. It’s not overwhelming, but it’s enough to be unmistakable, enough to make Agatha’s steps falter slightly.

Her head snaps toward you, eyes narrowed. “Seriously. What are you doing?”

You bite back a grin, your expression one of feigned innocence. “Walking,” you say simply.

“That wasn’t walking,” she snaps, her voice sharper than it needs to be. But through the bond, you feel the flicker of something else—frustration, yes, but also heat, a spark of something she’s trying desperately to ignore.

“Agatha,” you say, your voice light and teasing, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re a little flustered.”

Her glare sharpens, but the faint flush creeping up her neck betrays her. “You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” you ask, and this time, you let the bond carry not just warmth, but a roaring heat in her abdomen, a phantom brush of your hand against hers. A hand sliding up a thigh.

She stops walking altogether, spinning to face you with an expression caught between irritation and something far more vulnerable. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I’ve spent centuries not understanding what we were,” you say honestly, taking another step closer. “And now that I’m starting to figure it out, I want to see where it leads.”

Agatha stares at you, her expression flickering between disbelief and something softer. “You can’t just—”

But she doesn’t finish, because you send another wave through the bond, this one gentler, but more deliberate. It’s a feeling of closeness, of warmth, of trust—everything you’ve always felt for her but never quite put into words.

Finally, she exhales sharply, running a hand through her hair in a rare show of frustration. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

You step closer still, until there’s barely any space between you. “Why don’t you just tell me? Please Agatha” You’re silent for a moment. The bond feels almost suffocating now, a shared pulse of magic between you, thick with what she’s been holding back.

She finally speaks, and when she does, the words feel like they’ve been ripped from the very core of her. “I’ve been trying to ignore it, to push it down… But you’re making me want you so badly, okay?” She meets your gaze, and you can feel the rawness in her words—her vulnerability laid bare, for once. “I’ve been trying so hard to pretend that this bond, that you aren’t driving me insane. But you are. And I’m so tired of fighting it.”

Your breath catches, the magic between you sparking with the sudden intensity of her admission. You step closer, your heart racing as her emotions flood through the bond—she’s frustrated, yes, but there’s something more, something far deeper: the longing you’ve always known was there.

She continues, her voice barely above a whisper, “Every time you get close, every time you… tease me, I can’t think. The bond, your magic, the way you look at me, I—” She cuts herself off, visibly exasperated. “I’m not saying it’s just magic, because it’s not. I can’t keep pretending like it is.”

You take a step closer, backing Agatha against a tree, and this time, she doesn’t move away. The space between you is a breath, a heartbeat, nothing more. You can feel the heat in her skin, the pulse of her heart beneath your fingers as they brush lightly against her arm.

“You never had to pretend,” you say, your voice quiet but firm. The bond hums in agreement, a feeling of closeness, of shared emotion, building. “Not with me.”

Her gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, and the bond throbs, sending waves of heat, of longing, through both of you. She doesn’t speak, but you feel it in the way her breath hitches, in the way her hand shifts slightly, almost as if reaching for you. It’s too much, too close, and yet—there’s nowhere else either of you can go.

“Agatha…” You say her name, soft and almost pleading, as the bond pulses with magic too strong to ignore. “Please my angel… stop fighting this.”

She breathes in sharply, and before you can say another word, she closes the gap between you. Her lips crash against yours, urgent, hungry, desperate—as if the bond, the magic, everything between you is finally too much for her to fight.

The kiss is everything: the years of longing, the months of silence, the centuries of distance and heartache all colliding into one desperate, aching moment. Her magic flares around you, and you feel it in every touch, every press of her lips against yours. It’s not just a kiss—it’s everything, all at once, the bond weaving between you with threads of magic and emotion.

When she pulls back, breathless, her forehead resting against yours, she doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have to. You both know now, in the deepest parts of your being, that this—whatever this is—is what you’ve both been craving for so long.

“I think I’ve been in love with you forever.” You lean forward and take her lower lip into your mouth, sucking on it and humming in response to her moan. You let the lip go with a pop and you look into her dark eyes. “I should’ve kissed you centuries ago.”

Agatha’s eyes are focused on your lips, unable to think of anything else, and she’s about to kiss you again when she hears the snap of a limb breaking underneath someone’s boot.

“Where the hell have you guys been! We’ve been walking hours!”

[dangermousie]

When she runs to him, this time not in a dream but reality, and not during midst of suffering but in victory and after they are safe!!!!

The antidote thing was rather sudden, but I will take it!

And we end the drama on a wonderful coda of them having left their titles and worldly affairs ages ago, living happily as harried parents of a hellion little girl and planning a romantic getaway trip now she is finally old enough to go to school. Healthy and loved and loving and oh so thoroughly normal.

Blossom came out of nowhere and ended up as one of my top 5 cdramas of the year. It stayed strong all through the end (do you realize how rare that is?), was gorgeously filmed, and had such an incredible competent, ride or die OTP that will go into all time faves. Sure, it had flaws, some due to censorship restrictions - the tap dance they had to do with the emperor was impressive but imo not fully successful and occasionally random. In a 2010 drama, Song Mo would have just deposed the fucker. Though seeing him have to issue self-repentance edict and suffer was great. And because of that the whole political storyline was not as coherent as it could have been (though still surprisingly entertaining and not brain dead for a drama that none of us expected to the The Adivsors Alliance.) And some flaws were not the censors' fault and revolve around the supporting cast - for example Gu Yu randomly disappeared for the bulk of second half. Why? (Also, personal preference, in a longer, older 70 ep drama, we'd have gotten more of Song Han x Ansu GMP or that prince x warrior princess in Dreamer novel wannabe dysfunction and I'd have loved it, though that is not a flaw per se.)

But overall, it was such a wonderful pleasure and a high note on which to end 2024 cdramas!

[blakeswritingimagines]

Party Of Three

Summary: Knowing your boyfriend to take Hockey seriously wasn't new to you until he brings in the winning enemy.

Warnings: Threesome, Top Nico, Top Kirby and Bottom Reader, PnV, No protection, Cumming in reader, Reader being used a sexual bet, Slight marking, Slight nipple play and clit action.

Word Count: 4.8k

After a grueling game, the New Jersey Devils finally emerged victorious against the Montreal Canadians. The locker room erupted with cheers and high-fives as the players celebrated their hard-fought win. Among the players were center Kirby Dach, who had a particularly impressive game regardless of the loss, as the locker room began to quiet down and leave, Nico approached Kirby with a wicked smile. "Hey, Dach," Nico said slyly. "Recall that little idea for a bet we had?"

Kirby chuckled, "Yeah, I do remember that. I believe it's time to collect, my friend." Nico smirked, "Indeed, it is. Let's go find your cute little partner." The two players headed out of the locker room in search of you. As Kirby and Nico walked into the press area, they spotted you leaning against a wall, scrolling through your phone. Kirby approached you with a sly smile, "Hey, babe." You looked up and smiled at Kirby, "Hey, you did great today, even if you seem fine for losing." He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "Actually, I have something to tell you." You raised an eyebrow, "Oh yeah, what is it?" Kirby glanced at Nico before turning back to you, "Well, you see we made a little bet before the game." You looked slightly confused, "A bet? What kind of bet?"

Nico chimed in, "It was about the game. If the Devils won, we had a little something special arranged." You looked at the two men quizzically, "Special? What do you mean?" Kirby's smile widened, "Well, it involves you, babe." You looked even more confused, "Me? What do I have to do with your bet?" You raised an eyebrow, your expression turning curious. "Centerpiece, huh? Sounds like you've got some sort of wager going on here. Alright, let's hear it. What's the deal? And what does it have to do with me?" Your voice is calm but there's a hint of amusement, intrigued to see where this unexpected development leads from the two males around you. Kirby smirked, "Well, the wager was that if his team won, Nico here gets a special evening with us." Your eyes widened in surprise, "Whoa, hold on a minute. What do you mean 'special evening'?" Nico chuckled, "Oh, you know, just a little fun between friends." Kirby chimed in, "Don't worry babe, we wouldn't do anything you're not comfortable with." You thought for a moment, weighing the idea in your mind. "So, let me get this straight. If the Devils won, you two get a night with me? As in both of you?" They both nodded, grins on their faces. You bit your lip, considering the proposition. "And what about you, Kirby? You're okay with this too?" Kirby nodded, his hand still wrapped around your shoulder, "Absolutely. It was my idea, after all. But if you're not comfortable with it, we can forget the whole thing."

You chewed on your lower lip, a mixture of anticipation and excitement coursing through your veins. You knew Kirby wouldn't do anything to make you genuinely uncomfortable, and the fact that he initiated this bet meant it was something he had thought about. After a moment, you took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm in. As long as we have clear boundaries." Nico's grin widened, his eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and amusement. "Excellent," he said, a mischievous note in his voice. Kirby leaned down and kissed your cheek, his breath tickling your ear. "You won't regret it, babe. I promise you'll enjoy it too." They had just arrived at Nico's apartment. Kirby was kissing your neck and Nico was behind you, his lips against your ears. Nico murmured, "Are you ready for this? Are you sure?" You took a moment to consider before nodding, biting your lower lip. You felt a mixture of anticipation and excitement. Nico's hands began to lightly trail over your waist, and Kirby's kisses grew deeper and more passionate. Meanwhile, Nico's hands moved forward, sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, his warm palms brushing against your skin. Your breath hitched at his touch, your heart beating faster. Kirby continued kissing your neck, his lips leaving little sparks of pleasure trailing down your skin. As Nico's hands move further up, you let out a little gasp, feeling the weight of anticipation building. Nico's fingers danced along your ribcage as he slowly lifted your shirt upward. His touch was electric, sending shivers through your body. "You're so beautiful," he breathed against your ear before nipping playfully at the lobe. Kirby pulled back from your neck, his blue eyes dark with desire as they met yours. A mischievous grin spread across his face. "What do you say we take this somewhere more comfortable, hmm?" He linked his fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. Behind you, Nico pressed closer, his chest firm against your back as his hands smoothed over your newly exposed midriff. The heat of their bodies enveloped you, promising pleasures yet to come. "Right this way," Nico rumbled, his deep voice vibrating through you as he pulled you both to his bedroom.

As you enter the dimly lit bedroom, the door closes softly behind you three. The large bed dominates the space, covered in soft sheets that beckon invitingly. Nico's strong hands continue their sensual exploration of your body as he guides you backwards towards the bed. His lips find the sensitive spot below your ear, placing open-mouthed kisses there that make your knees weak. Kirby steps in front of you, his tall frame blocking your view momentarily. His hands cup your face tenderly as he leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It starts slow but quickly builds in intensity, his tongue delving into your mouth to dance with yours. One hand slides into your hair, gripping gently while the other traces down your side to your hip. As the heated kiss with Kirby intensifies, you feel yourself being guided backwards until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. Nico's strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, holding you steady as he continues his sensual assault on your neck and shoulders with lips and teeth. Kirby breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy as he gazes at you with lust-filled eyes. "I want to worship every inch of you," he murmurs huskily before starting to unbutton your bra with deft fingers. Each small movement reveals more of your skin to their hungry gazes. Nico's hands slide around to your stomach, thumbs rubbing circles on your hipbones as he presses himself flush against your back. You can feel the evidence of his arousal through his jeans. "So gorgeous," he growls appreciatively, nipping at your earlobe. As your bra falls away, exposing your breasts to their heated gazes, both men inhale sharply in appreciation. Kirby's calloused hands immediately cup the soft mounds, thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks. He leans down, taking one nipple into his hot mouth and suckling gently. At the same time, Nico's hands skim up your sides to cover Kirby's, encouraging him as he lavishes attention on your sensitive flesh. His own lips blaze a trail of fire down your neck to your shoulder, where he bites down lightly, marking you as his. The dual sensations of Kirby's mouth and Nico's hands send jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You arch into their touches, head falling back against Nico's shoulder as soft mewls of enjoyment escape your parted lips.

Lost in a haze of sensation, your body arches and writhes between them, craving more of their skilled touches. Kirby switches to your other breast, alternating between long licks and gentle nips to the sensitive peak. His hands knead the soft flesh, thumbs circling your nipples teasingly. Nico takes advantage of your tilted head to attack your neck with fervor - open-mouthed kisses, sharp nips, and sucking marks decorate your skin. One hand slides up to tangle in your hair, tugging lightly, while the other maps the curves of your waist and hips possessively. "I love how responsive you are," Nico purrs in your ear, his deep voice rough with desire. "The sounds you make… driving me crazy." Overcome with need, your hands reach out to grasp at their shirts, tugging impatiently. "Please…" you whimper, not even fully aware of what you're begging for, only knowing that you need more. More of their touches, more of the delicious friction, more of everything. Kirby releases your breast with a final kittenish lick, grinning up at you wickedly. In one swift motion, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your pants and panties, yanking them down your legs. Cool air hits your heated skin, making you shiver. Nico helps guide you to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands never stopping their sensual exploration of your body. He kneels behind you, strong hands massaging your thighs as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "We've got you, baby," Nico's hands glide higher up your thighs, pushing them apart gently as Kirby settles between them. His eyes flick up to meet yours, dark with promise and barely restrained hunger. "Gonna make you feel so good," he rasps before leaning in, hot breath ghosting over your most intimate area. Nico's arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his muscular chest. His lips find your pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a vivid mark. "That's it, just relax and enjoy," he coaxes lowly in your ear, one hand splayed possessively over your stomach. Kirby doesn't hesitate, diving in to run his tongue along your slit in one long, slow stroke. He groans at your taste, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you.

Your back arches off Nico as Kirby's skilled tongue works its magic, waves of intense pleasure crashing over you. Nico holds you steady, his strong arms a comforting anchor as your world narrows to the exquisite sensations Kirby is evoking. "Oh god, yes!" you cry out, fisting your hands in the sheets. Kirby grins against you, the wet heat of his mouth never ceasing its relentless assault. He focuses on your clit, circling and flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue before suckling it gently. Two thick fingers push inside your dripping channel, curling to stroke that perfect spot within. Nico's hands roam your body, tweaking a nipple as he peppers your neck and shoulders with biting kisses. "Such a good girl, taking us so well." Kirby redoubles his efforts, determined to bring you to the heights of ecstasy. His fingers pump steadily in and out of your tight heat, curling to hit that special spot inside with each thrust. His tongue swirls around your clit, occasionally dipping down to lap at your juices. The obscene wet sounds of his ministrations fill the room, mingling with your increasingly desperate moans. Nico pinches and rolls your nipples between his fingers, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. "That's it baby, let go," he urges huskily, feeling you tremble and writhe against him. "Come undone for us." He nips at your earlobe, soothing the sting with his tongue. Your body tenses, muscles drawing taut as the coil of tension in your lower belly winds tighter and tighter. Kirby's relentless stimulation pushes you closer and closer to the edge, your inner walls fluttering around his pistoning fingers. "I'm… I'm gonna…" you gasp out, words dissolving into a wordless keen as your climax crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your vision whites out, back bowing almost painfully as rapture consumes you. Wave after wave of pure bliss radiates out from your core, leaving you shaking and boneless in Nico and Kirby's hold. Through the haze of your orgasm, you distantly register Kirby lapping at your spasming sex, gentling you through the aftershocks. Nico's strong arms wrap around you, cradling you close as he praises you softly. "That's our girl."

As the last tremors of your intense orgasm fade, Kirby slowly withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips to clean them of your essence with a satisfied hum. He crawls up your body, pressing tender kisses to your quivering stomach, the valley between your breasts, before capturing your lips in a deep, filthy kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, the flavor intimate and erotic. Breaking away, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes dark with satisfaction and renewed hunger. "You're stunning when you come undone like that," he murmurs, voice rough with desire. Behind you, Nico's hands continue their soothing caresses, one sliding up to cup your face and angle your head to the side as he spoke up. "As the winner of the night… my turn." A thrill runs through you at Nico's declaration, your spent body already stirring with renewed interest. Kirby gives you one last searing kiss before moving aside, allowing Nico to take his place between your spread thighs. The hockey player looms over you, his tall frame dwarfing your smaller one. His eyes, usually so warm and playful, now burn with an intense, predatory light as they rake over your naked form appreciatively. Slowly, deliberately, he starts to remove his own clothes, revealing inches of toned muscle and smooth skin. Your gaze is drawn to the prominent bulge tenting his boxer briefs, a testament to his arousal. Once fully bared to your view, he grips your hips, easily lifting you further onto the bed.

Nico settles himself between your thighs, the hard length of him nestled against your still-sensitive folds. He rocks his hips slowly, coating himself in your slick arousal. One large hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your kiss-swollen lower lip. "I want to see those pretty eyes on me while I make love to you," he rumbles, voice low and thick with desire. With that, he begins to push forward, the broad head of his cock breaching your entrance. He pauses, giving you a moment to adjust to his size as he stretches you deliciously. Then, with a roll of his hips, he sheathes himself fully inside your welcoming heat in one smooth thrust. A guttural groan tears from his throat at the sensation, eyes fluttering shut briefly. Your eyes lock with Nico's, pupils blown wide with lust and adoration as he fills you completely. The stretch is exquisite, bordering on too much yet somehow perfect. You feel so full, so complete with him buried deep inside you. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into the firm globes of his ass as if to pull him impossibly deeper. "Nico," you breathe out, his name a reverent prayer on your lips. Your inner walls flutter and clench around his thickness, savoring the delicious drag of his hardness against your sensitive nerves. Leaning up, you capture his lips in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue as you pour every ounce of passion into the embrace. Your nails rake down his back, leaving faint red lines in their wake as you urge him on silently. Nico matches the fervor of your kiss, plundering your mouth with his tongue as he sets a deep, powerful rhythm. Each thrust rocks your entire body, hitting that perfect spot inside you with unerring accuracy. His large hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise, holding you steady as he takes you with increasing intensity. The obscene slap of skin on skin and your escalating moans fill the room, punctuated by Nico's harsh pants and grunts of pleasure. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your jaw and throat, pausing to suck a vivid hickey into the delicate skin where your neck meets your shoulder. "Fuck, you feel incredible," he growls against your flesh, voice strained with the effort of holding back his release. "So tight, so perfect around my cock."

Lost in a haze of overwhelming sensation, you can only moan brokenly as Nico pounds into you with wild abandon. Each powerful thrust sends sparks of ecstasy shooting up your spine, stoking the fire building low in your belly once more. Your nails dig into the flexing muscles of his back, leaving crescent-shaped indents in their wake as you cling to him desperately. "Harder," you manage to gasp out between keening cries, your voice high and thready with need. "Please Nico, I need… I need…" What you need exactly eludes you, lost in the maelstrom of pleasure consuming you. All you know is that you crave more - more friction, more force, more of this man who is so perfectly wrecking you. Nico snarls in response to your plea, doubling his efforts. His hips snap forward with brutal force, driving into you so deeply it borders on painful. But the sharp edge of discomfort only heightens your pleasure, pushing you closer to the precipice. "Like that, baby?" he grits out, sweat beading on his brow from the exertion. "Gonna fuck this sweet little pussy so hard, ruin you for anyone else." One hand slides between your bodies to find your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. The dual stimulation proves too much, your inner walls starting to flutter and clench erratically around his pistoning cock. "That's it, come on my cock," Nico demands hoarsely, angling his hips to grind against that special spot inside you with each thrust. Your world narrows down to the exquisite sensations radiating from where your bodies are joined, the feeling of Nico's thick length stretching you open and filling you so completely. The added stimulation of his fingers on your clit sends you hurtling towards your peak at breakneck speed. "Yes, yes, oh god yes!" you wail, back arching sharply off the bed as your second climax crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your sex clenches down rhythmically around Nico, rippling along his shaft as you come undone beneath him. Distantly, you hear him roar your name, feeling his cock pulse and twitch inside you as he finds his own release. Thick ropes of his hot seed paint your inner walls as he empties himself deep within your spasming channel.

As the final spurts of his release coat your insides, Nico collapses against you, careful not to crush you with his larger frame. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, panting heavily as aftershocks course through his body. His softening cock slips free of your tender flesh with a gush of combined fluids. After a long moment, he lifts his head to meet your gaze, eyes dark but filled with satisfaction and tenderness. "Incredible," he murmurs, voice raspy from exertion. "You're amazing, you know that?" Gently, he brushes a few damp strands of hair from your face before leaning in to capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss. It's a stark contrast to the frenzied passion of moments before, this tender exploration before Kirby started pushing him away. You return the kiss with equal gentleness, savoring the slide of Nico's lips against yours. There's a sense of intimacy, of connection, that goes beyond just physical pleasure. When he finally pulls back, you offer him a tired but contented smile. "You're not so bad yourself," you tease softly, running your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair affectionately. Your body feels deliciously used, muscles loose and sated. As the post-coital bliss starts to fade, a flicker of uncertainty crosses your mind. This was incredible, earth-shattering even, but what happens now? Will things be awkward between you three? Before you can dwell on it too much, you feel movement behind you and Kirby's arms wrap around your waist possessively. He nuzzles into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your racing pulse.

Nico notices the sudden shift in atmosphere, the way Kirby's touch seems to claim you anew. He senses the change in dynamics, the invisible boundaries re-establishing themselves after the intimate encounter they just shared. Though he'd grown attached to you, Nico recognizes that his role here is temporary, a fleeting dalliance. He offers you a reassuring smile, letting you know everything is alright between them despite appearances. "Hey, don't worry about us," he says quietly, reaching out to squeeze your thigh in a gesture of solidarity. "Kirby and I have our thing, and you two… well, you're perfect together." His expression turns wistful for a moment before he schools his features back to neutral. "I should probably get going," Nico adds, beginning to collect his clothes from the floor. "But thanks for tonight. That was something special." As Kirby's lips continue their exploration of your neck and shoulder, you let out a soft moan, overwhelmed by sensations of the aftermath. After a moment, you find your voice, managing to gasp out, "I want both of you… at the same time, though." Nico freezes mid-motion, his eyes widening in surprise at your bold declaration. For a beat, he simply stares at you, processing the weight of those words. Then, a slow grin spreads across his face, and he lets out a low chuckle. "Well, when you put it like that…" He trails off, shaking his head in amusement. Turning to Kirby, Nico raises an eyebrow in challenge. "Care to join me in giving her exactly what she wants, partner?" The air practically crackles with tension as the two men exchange a heated look, the unspoken promise of rough, primal sex hanging heavy between them. They move as one, shedding the rest of their clothing with urgent haste. Nico's cock springs free, already half-hard again, while Kirby's is fully erect and leaking precum.

Your heart races at the sight of the two men, their impressive erections standing at attention. A thrill of excitement courses through you, mingled with a hint of trepidation. You've never done anything like this before, but the thought of being taken by both of them, simultaneously, is almost too enticing to resist. "Yes," you breathe, spreading your legs invitingly. "I want to feel you both inside me." Nico steps forward, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock as he lines up with your entrance. "Hold her steady, Kirby," he instructs, his voice low and husky with desire. With a smooth, powerful thrust, he sinks into you, burying himself to the hilt. You cry out at the intense fullness, your body still sensitive from earlier. As soon as Nico fills you, Kirby moves to position himself behind you. He grips your hips firmly, angling you to accommodate his own throbbing erection. With a swift, decisive motion, he pushes forward, sheathing himself in your stretched, slick heat. The double penetration is almost overwhelming, your body struggling to adjust to the dual invasion. You're acutely aware of every inch of both cocks buried deep within you, the sensation bordering on pain but rapidly morphing into pleasure. "Fuck, she's so tight," Nico groans, his hands bracing on your thighs as he begins to withdraw slowly before slamming back in. Kirby sets a similar pace, his grip on your hips tightening as he starts to pound into you in earnest. The room fills with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and your high-pitched moans of ecstasy.

The dual stimulation is unlike anything you've ever experienced, the twin pressures of their cocks stretching and filling you in ways you didn't think possible. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your nerve endings, your entire body quivering with the intensity. "Oh god, yes! Just like that!" you chant, lost in the haze of sensation. Your hands reach back to grasp at Kirby's ass, urging him deeper, harder. At the same time, you lace your fingers with Nico's, using the leverage to meet his fierce, pounding rhythm. The combination of their relentless pace and the way your bodies seem to move in perfect sync has you teetering on the brink of another explosive climax. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum again!" you warn breathlessly, your inner walls starting to convulse around the invading cocks. Both men redouble their efforts at your warning, determined to push you over the edge. Nico leans down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, biting and sucking the sensitive bud as he drives into you with wild abandon. Behind you, Kirby matches his intensity, one hand snaking around to rub tight circles on your clit. "That's it, baby, let go," he growls in your ear, his hips snapping against yours with bruising force. "Cum for us, show us how good we make you feel." Their filthy words and the relentless assault on your senses prove too much. With a silent scream, you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clamps down hard on their pistoning cocks, rippling and squeezing as you gush around them.

Your intense orgasm triggers their own releases. With a hoarse shout, Nico hilts himself deep and pulses as he spills his hot seed directly into your spasming channel. At the same time, Kirby grunts and grinds against your ass, painting your inner walls with his own thick ropes of cum. The feeling of being filled so completely, marked so thoroughly by both men, prolongs your peak until you're trembling and gasping for air. As the last waves of pleasure recede, you collapse forward onto the bed, utterly spent and satisfied. Nico carefully eases out of you first, followed by Kirby, both men groaning at the loss. In the aftermath, the three of you lay tangled together, limbs entwined and bodies glistening with sweat. Nico is the first to stir, propping himself up on one elbow to gaze down at you with a mixture of tenderness and satisfaction. "That was incredible," he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You were amazing." Behind you, Kirby hums in agreement, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade. "Absolutely stunning," he rumbles, his arms tightening around your waist possessively. Despite the intimacy of the moment, there's a subtle shift in the atmosphere - a reminder that this arrangement, while pleasurable, is still unconventional. Nico clears his throat, sitting up fully. "Listen, I should probably take off for real this time," he says, glancing between you and Kirby.

A flicker of disappointment crosses your face at Nico's words, but you quickly school your features into a more neutral expression. Nodding in understanding, you sit up as well, untangling yourself from both men's embrace. "Of course, I understand," you say softly, reaching out to squeeze Nico's hand in gratitude and affection. "Thank you for tonight. It really was special." Kirby shifts beside you, his arm draping over your shoulders in a clear display of his own claim. "We had fun," he agrees, his tone casual even as his thumb traces idle patterns on your bare skin. "Maybe we can do this again sometime, yeah? When the mood strikes." There's no pressure in his suggestion, just a gentle invitation leaving the door open for future encounters without commitment. Nico returns your squeeze, a warm smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "The pleasure was all mine," he assures you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in a repeat performance." He winks playfully before standing up and beginning to gather his scattered clothes. As he dresses, he glances back at you and Kirby, taking in the intimate picture you make. "Take care of yourself," he says softly, genuine fondness coloring his voice. "And don't be a stranger, yeah?" With a final nod to you both, Nico slips out of the bedroom, leaving you alone with Kirby once more. The atmosphere shifts subtly, the easy camaraderie of the threesome giving way to something more charged and personal between just the two of you.

Once the door closes behind Nico, you turn to face Kirby fully, suddenly feeling shy despite everything that just transpired. "So," you start, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "that was certainly an experience." Kirby chuckles, the sound rich and warm as he pulls you closer against his side. "It was pretty incredible," he agrees, his hand coming up to cup your cheek gently. His thumb brushes over your lower lip, the touch feather-light yet electric. "You know, I meant what I said about doing this again sometime. No pressure, of course, but I enjoy spending time with you. Like this and otherwise." His eyes search yours, a question lurking in their depths along with undisguised attraction and affection. "I love you." Your heart skips a beat at Kirby's tender declaration, a soft blush rising to your cheeks. Emotion wells up inside you, warm and sweet and slightly terrifying in its intensity. "I love you too," you whisper, leaning into his touch. "More than I ever thought possible." Impulsively, you close the distance between you, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. It's different from the heated kisses of passion from earlier - this one is softer, more meaningful. It speaks of connection, of belonging, of a bond that goes beyond physical pleasure. When you finally part, you rest your forehead against his, smiling tremulously.

[narcjsistx]

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | OS

kaiser micheal x fem reader ; words: 1.6k (1679)

coming from this event, eighth day, 25/12

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

plot: why kaiser was at your door the night between christmas eve and christmas day? why did he have a red package, even though you had broken up last month?

It was cold, very cold. Berlin had been covered in snow since the beginning of November, and things had gotten worse during the Christmas week, when the snow had also caused some damage due to the excessive amount. You loved the snow, so going to work with the white weather around you wasn't a sin, and above all it didn't bother you because you always covered yourself well with a heavy coat and an excessive amount of scarves; but now, with only your pajamas on, you were cold. You didn't know if you were colder because of the temperature or because of seeing Kaiser after a whole month, maybe the second one, but who knows

It was a while past midnight, at least half an hour; your friends had just left your house, after you had celebrated Christmas Eve all together, opened the presents and toasted. You were cleaning the living room when you heard the doorbell, and thinking you would find some of your friends who had forgotten something you went to the door calmly, completely confused instead of finding your ex, Kaiser Micheal

"...What the fuck are you doing here?"

Last month you broke up after a relationship that lasted three years, three years so intense that you couldn't even describe them if you had to: you met thanks to one of his teammates, one night in a bar after the team's victory, and two weeks later you were together as an actual couple. Maybe you had run, maybe not, but at the time it didn't take long for you to understand that you could work together, and so you decided to give yourself a chance. Less than six months later you were living in his house, keeping him company and most of all loving him. With Michael it had never been all roses and flowers, you argued like normal couples, but somehow you always came back to look for the other, like a magne. You went to his games, you cheered for him, and he cheered for you for your goals. You balanced each other out, and many of your friends joked that you were going to get married soon because only one could stand the other with a wedding in between

You actually thought so too, and probably he did too. But last month you had broken up, and even now you couldn't understand how he had the courage to tell you that he didn't love you anymore, if until a few hours before he was resting in your arms. And so, from that day on, you didn't want to know anything about him anymore, going back to live in your old apartment

But what the fuck was he doing here now? And why did he have a little box in his hand?. Thinking about this, you realized that it was his birthday, since it had already struck midnight; but wishing him a happy birthday? No, absolutely not, partly out of resentment and partly because you knew he didn't like celebrating his birthday

"I had to talk to you, or rather give you something. I saw your friends' cars and knocking suddenly while you were busy seemed a bit of a jerk... I waited out here for a few hours. And above all, I didn't feel like talking to you with them in front"

It was cold, damn cold, and you knew he didn't like the cold because of his past, where he had often been forced to sleep freezing as a child. But for you, had he waited? With this cold?

"Talk? Wasn't that enough the last time we talked?"

More than talking, the last time you did nothing but yell at each other. He said so many bad things to you, and you didn't even hold back

"No, it's not enough for me. I have to talk to you and give you something"

"I don't want anything from you, and you also said the last time that you wouldn't give me anything anymore because I don't deserve it, right?"

"Don't bring that moment back now"

"And why shouldn't I?"

The wound was still open, and you knew it would be for a long time. You couldn't lie and say you didn't love him anymore, damn it, it was the opposite; you certainly don't stop loving someone from one day to the next after three years of being together. You also knew that, somewhere in his heart, Michael probably felt the same, but that didn't justify him leaving you. You were angry, disappointed above all and sad

"Y/n, please, let me talk. You know I never talk in vain in serious moments"

He had never done it in three years with you, his charisma stopped when it came to talking about serious situations, knowing that he couldn't always throw everything into irony. You wanted to hear him talk, to understand what the fuck he wanted at such a time and especially with such a situation in between, but would that have been beneficial for you? Could you have let him talk?

"Hurry up. I'm cold"

"I try to be as fast as possible, I swear. I don't think I can explain to you how much I hate me for what I did to you, leaving you wasn't on the list of things to do with you, in fact, I don't even know how I could have done such a stupid thing. I'm an idiot, I really am, I'm like my father who as soon as he had all the happiness in his hands he let it slip away... and you know, maybe you're the only one who really knows, how much I don't want to be like that pig. I made a mess because I'm not used to having someone who really loves me, and when I do stupid things that push this person away from me, because I don't think I deserve it. I know perfectly well that you're the only one who cares a little about me, and I also know perfectly well that you're the only one I really care about, that I love in a way that's maybe even a little obsessive. I would like to give you something that I was planning to give you for Christmas if we had stayed together, but something went wrong... but I want to give it to you anyway, and ask you to think of us, because now I have no more doubts, I haven't had them for 3 years now and above all I didn't have them when I bought this"

Maybe you needed these words from him, even if you hated to admit that he already had you tied to his finger. From the day of the breakup until now you had always wanted to see him apologize, and now that you had him in front of you it didn't seem true: Michael wasn't someone who admitted his mistakes, he preferred to miss a goal rather than do this, he also hated showing himself weak in front of the people he cared about. And now he was doing it, both of them, in front of you, just to explain the situation to you

But what did he actually want to give you?

"Micheal... god, this is unexpected. I thought I was going to have to move on"

"Don't start, or at least decide whether to do so after I've shown you what I have in my hand. Think about it, because I have no more doubts"

You look down, Michael clears his throat before getting down on one knee, he who always told others to get down on their knees for him. You hear a small sigh, before the little box opens to reveal a ring, glittering and gold

"Y/n, Schatz, I had no doubts about asking you something so important, because I've met people, but there's only one who understands me, and that's you. I have a shitty personality and yet it doesn't seem to push you away from me, and for that I should thank you every day. You know perfectly well how much I don't like my birthday, yet somehow since we've been together you've made me learn to appreciate it at least a little, and now I would like to appreciate it more if you accept, because it's a gift that only you can give me. I wanted to ask you this to take our relationship to the next level, but the way things went I find myself forced to ask you to give me another chance, this time for life. Y/n, will you marry me?"

You tremble, because you don't know what else to do after a proposal like that. You look at him, and in his gaze you read a sincerity that you have never seen before, which shows how serious he is. You remain like that for whole seconds, unable to tell him what, you know, he wants to hear

"Micheal, my god... yes, yes I do, yes!"

Before he can get up and hug you, you throw yourself onto the cold floor with him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you feel his arms wrap tightly around your back, pulling you closer to him. Small tears begin to form at the edge of your eyes as you hold him perhaps a little too tightly because of the emotion. You hear him chuckle, as he runs his hand up and down your back, not giving you the chance to pull away

"You're an idiot, you really are"

"I know, but now you will be able to tell me until our last days, Schatz"

TAG: @natmagaesp ; @kittenish0 ; @x3nafix

[grayskies2525]

A Sneezy Little Christmas

This is just an incredibly-self-indulgent 2,500 word one-shot about one of my OC's who has a cold on Christmas (well, Christmas Eve) and can't stop sneezing. That's it -- that's the whole story. I can't emphasize that enough. This is literally just sneezing 😅 Warning for a tiny bit of mess toward the end.

***

Felix isn’t going to sneeze. He isn’t going to sneeze because he’s already sneezed what must be one hundred times today, alone, and surely that should be enough to satisfy his body. There’s no rational  reason he should continue having to endure sneeze after sneeze. So, he makes the decision that he is done.  With his lips slightly parted, he pushes out a slow, steady breath and then slowly inhales the same way. He smiles at the victory. One whole breath and no sneeze! He deserves a medal, or trophy, or a bench dedicated to him, or— 

“HEP-NkxxT!”

“Bless you,” Connor says, his voice low, from his spot next to him at the dining table, as he rubs Felix’s back soothingly.

Felix narrows his eyes at his boyfriend. His annoyance isn’t from being blessed, but is instead from the simple fact that now he’s going to have to open his mouth to speak. Here he is, fighting for his life desperately trying to keep breathing from triggering a sneeze — and now he has to try speaking.

“Connor heh! Hhhhh hehhhh HEN-NKT’choooo!” Felix pitches forward, capturing the sneeze in his pitifully used tissue. “I think may-maybe we should hhh hhhh  put a moratorium on blessings during this dinner be-because —” Felix can’t finish the sentence. He just can’t. His nose is brimming with itchy, burning sneezes that are begging to topple out of him. His eyelids flutter as he focuses on the Santa Clause painting hung on the dining room wall. He stares at it as he continues letting out little gasps of air. “Heehhhh hhhhh Hhhhhh!”

“Oh dear,” he hears his mother say from her spot at the table across from him. “Okay, well, Felix is obviously too occupied by his cold right now to offer much to our conversations. So, Ben, why don’t you tell us how things have been with your jobs?”

Felix is thankful for attention being redirected to his best friend. Ben is, for all intents and purposes, his brother and is one of the closest people he has in his life. Ben also has a propensity to talk a lot about nothing, which is exactly what Felix needs right now because all Felix is capable of doing — all he’s been capable of since he woke up on this horrible Christmas Eve — is sneeze. Felix sits, fork in hand, in a futile attempt to maintain the pretense of actually being able to eat the dinner his parents cooked. 

He takes a shockingly deep breath — a breath that seems to draw in as much air as his lungs can physically hold— and continues staring at the picture on the wall. This time, there’s no gasping or hitching. He’s trapped in this one single breath while his eyes prickle with tears and his nostrils flare as his body prepares for the inevitable. He clenches one fist at his side. He uses his other hand to frantically wave his tissue —  a tissue that is, admittedly, strikingly damp and likely useless at the moment — in front of his face. He silently begs for the release to finally just come — to please, please just come already.

And it does.

“EEHHHHH-ETzz’SCHIEWWWW!” 

As prepared as he was for the sneeze, he’s still shocked by the force at which his entire body snaps forward. The way Ben suddenly jerks away from him —  putting an almost comical amount of distance between them — and his subsequent exclamation of “Christ, Felix!”  gives Felix the impression that he may not have captured as much of the spray with his tissue as he had intended. He supposes it would have been better to have had the tissues actually covering his nose and face instead of held out a foot in front of him. In his defense, he can normally stifle with ease, so he wasn’t exactly prepared for the harsh release of spray.

“Sorry,” Felix mumbles, sheepishly. He looks around as his father, mother, boyfriend, and best friend all stare at him. “I, uh… I think I must have picked up an especially bad cold from somewhere because I just can’t stop heehhh I can’t-can’t stop hep-NKT! HEH-NxxT! AH’NKT-chooo! At’NKT! HEP-nkt! I can’t stop sneezing hhhh hhh no matter h-h-how how hard I HEP-N’GKT! Holy shit,” he mumbles, blinking hard, keeping his harm pressed to his face. “Uh pardon my language, Mom. I just really can’t stop, oh my god.” His chest is heaving and more sneezes quickly begin tumbling out of him. “Eh-NKt’chooo! NKT’choooo! HmpKT’choooo! EH-TCHOOO! NKT’shooo! HMP’tshoooo!”

“Damn,” Ben says, sounding awed. “You know he’s really sick when he stops holding them in like he normally does.”

“Okay, um, excuse me. I need to uh st-step away MMpt’shhhhhhh! MPPT’SHOOO! HMPT’ShOOOOO!” Felix continues muffling sneezes into his arm as he makes his way to the bathroom. 

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Felix stands in the bathroom for a couple of minutes and still doesn’t think he’s ready to come out. His breaths are coming out erratically and there’s still such a sharp tickle buried deep inside his sinuses. He has already sneezed an astonishing amount, and he’s not proud of how many germs he’s sure he’s released into this small room. He’s just helplessly under control of this cold. He’s lost all autonomy when it comes to choosing to sneeze or not to sneeze. 

He hears a knock on the door and a “Felix, are you all right in there? Is it okay if I come in?” 

Felix sniffles. “Y-yes you can come in HET-NgT’CHOO!” The failed stifle bursts free in what Felix thinks to be a rather dramatic fashion with droplets of various sizes glistening on the bathroom mirror’s reflective glass. 

Connor opens the unlocked door and steps in, wearing a sympathetic smile. “Hey there. How are you feeling?” he asks as he places his hand comfortingly on Felix’s back. 

“Uh…” Felix says, then sniffles deeply. “Babe, I think I’m, like, super sick,” he says before sneezing down at the floor. 

“Really?” Connor asks, letting out a light chuckle. “I think we may need further evidence before we can draw a definitive conclusion.”

Felix tries to glare, but only succeeds in sneezing. “This is no time for jokes. I’m dying, Connor. I know people joke about dying when they have colds but I’m — I’m — I’m? HeeEEHHH’NGT’CHUUUHH!” 

And with that, the air becomes tainted with yet another contagious, germ-filled cloud. “Connor, I — I can’t even fucking cover anymore. They just — they won’t stop. To catch all of them, I’d have to have a perpetual arm held up or a ti-tissue heh-it’shhoooooo!" Felix lets out an exasperated sigh. "And, quite frankly, I’m too exhausted for that. Why? Why why why do they just keep coming?”  he asks, mostly rhetorically. 

Connor hums in thought next to him. “I think it’s your body’s way of banishing the cold from your body.”

“I know. I teach biology. I understand viruses, but — but why so — so many heh-m’KTshoooo!”

“Well, uh, something tells me you have a lot of that cold virus in you and your immune system is kind of… well, it’s freaking the fuck out. I think it’s trying to expel all those little viral demons out of you all at once,” Connor says with a gentle smile

“Well, personally, I find this to be an overly aggressive reaction and — EH-mpfft’shuuuh! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I’m going to tear this whole thing off my face!” Felix exclaims in anguish, throwing back his head and groaning. 

“Oh, don’t do that. I love your little nose,” Connor says, smiling fondly at him. 

“You wouldn’t love it if it were yours, Connor,” Felix says, voiced laced with annoyance as he  rubs his nose. Feeling fatigue settle deep in his bones, he wanders over to the toilet to shut the lid and sit down. He rests his head against the wall, keeping his eyes shut.

He feels Connor’s cool hand against his forehead. Felix hums in contentment at the soothing touch. 

“You don’t feel like you have a fever,” Connor says.

“No,” Felix agrees. “No fever, but I feel like I could sleep for 20,000 years,” he says, not having the strength to open his eyes.

“Aw, don’t do that. I’m afraid I would miss you.”

“You’d be better off,” Felix says, hating how it comes out as a whine. “I’m useless now.”

“Aww, Felix. You look so pitiful,” Connor says, though Felix doesn’t miss the small laugh Connor lets out.  “We’ll get you feeling better soon, okay? Do you want to go ahead and leave? So you can get some rest?” Connor asks.

Felix contemplates this, but his nostrils are flaring and his breath is hitching and he’s about to — 

He feels something clasp around his nose and opens his eyes to see Connor pressing tissues against Felix’s face. “You look like you’re about to sneeze, and I don’t mean to offend you, but your sniffles sound… well, let’s just say that your next sneeze doesn’t sound like it’ll be a pretty sight if you leave it uncovered.”

Felix can’t process the words. He’s preoccupied with more pressing matters.

“HEFF-mph’ssshhhhttttt! MMg’shuuuhhhh! Eck’fshhuuuhhh! Aff’shhhtt! K’SHUUUH!”

Connor was certainly correct in his assessment of the current state of Felix’s nose. It is not a pretty situation. Even with the tissues, he can still feel steady trickle of warm wetness seeping past his nostrils and down his lips. He sees Connor’s wide-eyed, shocked expression and has a single millisecond to feel shame course through him before his body’s lost to another violent paroxysm. 

“HEP’NKxxxT’SHOOO!”

Felix truly did attempt a stifle out of courtesy, considering Connor’s hand had still been firmly pressing tissues over his nose. It seems, though, that the attempt created even more of a mess. 

“Sorry,” Felix says, voice mangled by an obscene amount of congestion and the tissues still clasped against his nose. 

Connor clearly attempts a smile, but it resembles more of a wince. “Bless you…. Uh, I’m going to be honest, I don’t think I thought this decision through entirely. I guess I thought you’d just have one sneeze? You kind of just kept going, though.... But, that was totally my bad. Nothing about today has indicated that your nose would be happy with one single sneeze. Do you… do you mind taking over now, sweetie?” Connor asks and Felix realizes he’s still sitting there while his nose drips with Connor holding Felix’s soaked tissues.

Felix slowly brings up his own hand to take over. Connor hands Felix over several more tissues. Felix blows his nose, feeling its contents pour into the tissue. It's a gurgling, long-lasting blow that easily drenches his tissues. He’s vaguely aware of Connor washing his hands. He winces slightly as he realizes that Connor had surely gotten some of Felix’s mess on his fingers.

Felix finishes blowing his nose, dropping the used tissues into the wastebasket. He scrunches up his nose at the itch he still feels present. 

“Oh, your poor nose,” Connor says, frowning.

“I know,” Felix says with a sniffle. “I’m one step away from Santa asking me to guide his sleigh tonight.”

Connor laughs, then cards his hand through Felix’s mess of wavy hair. He lowers his head, placing a gentle kiss on Felix’s forehead. When Connor draws back, he smiles and locks his gaze with Felix’s. “You know,” Connor starts. “I do recall someone warning you to be careful at the mall the other day. When there were… oh, I don’t know, dozens of people coughing and sneezing literally everywhere. In fact, if my memory serves correct, you seemed to completely ignore these suggestions, choosing instead to walk directly into the path someone openly coughed in.”

Felix cringes at the memory. “That may have been a mistake.”

Connor smiles, and Felix appreciates how it makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. As annoyed as he is at Connor’s taunting — though truthful —  words, when Connor smiles like that, Felix will melt every single time.

“You’re cute when you wiggle your nose like that,” Connor says. Then, to Felix’s horror, he touches Felix’s nose. It’s only the tip of it and Connor is quick to pull his finger away, but the touch is firm and with Felix’s nose full of a cold, that’s all it takes.

He shakes his head violently and holds his hand out in front of him. He feels his warm, hitching breaths hitting the palm of his hand. 

Felix sits on the toilet seat, his chest heaving and eyes streaming tears. “HEHHHH Hhhhhh HHH HHHHH hhhhhhhh HHHHH!” 

He sees, through watery eyes, Connor roll his eyes and huff out a laugh. “I think I’m going to do us  both a favor and hurry this along.” With that ominous statement, Connor hands Felix several tissues. Felix, breath still hitching, gives Connor a questioning look.

Connor brings his long, slender finger up to Felix’s nose and begins to lightly trace over the bridge. Feeling the vibrations radiate throughout his entire sinus cavity, Felix throws his head back, using one hand fiercely to grip the side of the toilet seat and his other to clutch the tissues over his nose, while his breaths come out in desperate gasps until sneeze after sneeze begins to explode out of him..

“AAHHHHHH N’GXXT! N’GXXT! G’NXXT! NG’T! NG’T! NG’T!” Felix’s shoulders shake and his head pounds with the force of the stifled sneezes, but he instinctively continues stifling because that’s always been his natural response. “NG’T! NG’T! NG’T! NG’T! NG’T! NG’T! NG’T! HAAHHHHHH NGT’choooo! NGT’chooooooo! NGxT’choooooo! HEP’NKt! HEP-NKT! NKT’SHOOOOO! EP’nkt’choooo! ET’SCHIEWWWW! ET’SCHIEWWWWW! ET-SCHOOOOO! ECK-SHOOOO! ”

Though many of the sneezes were stifled, he still manages to flood the tissues. He blows, sneezes some more, then looks up at Connor.

“Babe, I’m literally dying,” Felix says, his eyes still pouring tears and his nose is dripping like a faucet.

Connor is looking at Felix the way one typically looks at a swarm of ants feasting upon a rotten piece of food — as though Felix is disgusting but too interesting to look away from. 

“You’re not dying,” Connor says, rolling his eyes, though still smiling fondly in that way he often does. “You just have a really bad head cold. Like, really bad — to a truly impressive degree."

Felix feels another itch burrowing out from the depths up his sinuses, slowly crawling along to the surface. Felix can’t hold back a whimper as his shoulders sag and his expression crumples in defeat. 

“More?” Connor asks, sounding incredulous. 

“More,” Felix confirms, breath already hitching.

“Maybe you are dying,” Connor says with an expression mixed with concern and amusement.

Felix can’t roll his eyes, or shoot Connor the glare he deserves, or respond in any way other than to sneeze. So he does.

Then, he sneezes again. And again. And again.

Felix hears Connor muttering something about Felix needing rest and maybe some Benadryl, but Felix is helpless to respond. He’s at complete and total mercy of this cold. Felix resigns himself to the fact that this is simply going to be how he spends Christmas this year.

[seastarblue]

Writemas Day Twenty-Three

YAHOOOOO SECOND TO LAST DAY

here’s a lil thingy with child Kaiden (about 6-7) and her family! very cute teehee

I originally was gonna do an angst thing but idk it wasn’t hitting so yuh

today’s prompts!

and the ones I used:

setting: blizzard

feeling: the charm of a smile

Kaiden pressed her face against the window, mesmerized at the blizzard raging outside. She wondered how much snow would fall; if their house would be covered in it, or maybe the whole mountain would be a blanket of fluffy white frigid-ness. That would be fun. All that snow to play in!

“It is snowing out there, isn’t it?” Mama asked, knitting as she always did when the family of four was trapped inside.

“Mm,” came Papa’s reply, eyes still closed while he lay on the couch.

“Oh, Kaiden, come here. You’ll catch cold if you’re too close to the window, dear.”

She reluctantly followed her mother’s words, sitting near Issac instead. He played with blocks, clacking them around and giggling at the sounds they made. She still stared at the furious fluttering snowstorm, slightly annoyed at not being able to press her face against the window. It felt nice.

“That’s better. Thank you, dearie,” her mother smiled, and Kaiden felt its charm from the other side of the room. She liked Mama’s smile. It felt nice, too.

What didn’t feel nice was the sound of her baby brother banging his blocks together. It hurt, kind of. Not like a scrape, or a tummy ache, but another kind of hurt. She wanted him to stop. But how…?

After some thought, she decided a gently placed pillow smack would do the trick. Standing up, she took a small pillow from her father, and as she raised it over her head—

“Kaiden, no,” Papa said, eyes still closed.

“…wasn’t gonna do it hard…” she mumbled.

“Still.”

After some more thought, she supposed giving him another toy would have to do. One that was small. And soft, so it wouldn’t make noise. She looked around the living room, searching for the perfect toy to replace the blocks, and… there! A little stuffed chicken, right next to Mama’s knitting chair. Kaiden stepped over the blocks, and the scattered pillows, and finally the chicken was in her hands.

She went back to Issac and waited till he looked at her. Then, she showed him the stuffy. He didn’t seem interested at first, but after seeing her pretend-play with it, he started babbling and making to take it. Kaiden gave it to him gladly.

Another victory! Kaiden sat closer to the window as a little reward for herself.

———

waaaaaaaaaaaaah baby Kai baby Zac I love them <3

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[tmrwsuns]

(❆⋆.˚) pretty like snow !

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ [choi hyunwoo x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 2.5k w. curse words! fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

maybe telling your friends about your crush on hyunwoo hadn’t been your best idea yet.

look, you understood that they were trying to be supportive after you told them how haunted you were by the feelings you harbored for a certain friend, but this was not what you qualified as supportive.

you mentally cursed at your friend from the back seat of the van you found yourself in, holding onto the handle on the side of the car for dear life as you tried to not squish hyunwoo to death in every curve the car took a little too fast. you should’ve known, really, that they would pull some shit like that on the trip they planned. but you were naive, thinking only of achieving your lifelong dreams to spend christmas up in the mountains with your friends.

you kind of regretted it now, because making you sit next to hyunwoo on a four person row that was currently sitting five people was just the beginning of what would be four days of complete embarrassment and torture.

“yechan move your ass, i’m squishing the poor girl” hyunwoo said as he tried to push yechan further down the seat, the poor boy being squished between hyunwoo and hunter’s girlfriend, and your best friend, aerum.

“i can’t move! areum is taking up too much space” the younger boy complained as he glared at the girl sitting next to him.

“i’m not! hunter is too big for this row!” she retorted, making the mentioned guy roll his eyes with annoyance.

“you said you wanted me to sit with you!”

“i literally didn’t, i wanted to sit next to yn!” she complained, and you rolled your eyes again because you knew damn well she had orchestrated this whole thing for you and hyunwoo.

“can you guys please stop screaming?” junghoon asked from his comfortable, incredibly spacious double seat in the front.

“easy for you to say” yechan said as he childishly moved around, looking for more comfort. “that’s it, someone had to take one for the team and get on someone's lap”

your eyes widened in fear. oh, fuck no.

“not it!” you screamed, your pointer finger flying to touch the tip of your nose. you were followed by the rest of them, hyunwoo being the last one.

“fuck!” he complained, making you chuckle lightly in victory.

“someone has to carry him, not it!” areum blurted out as quickly as she could, keeping her finger in place.

you were fast, but not fast enough. your finger flew back to your nose milliseconds after hunter’s did, leaving you speechless at the fate you had met.

“i’m not carrying him” you complained, shaking your head.

“he can carry you, you’re the losers so figure it out” yechan said, smiling proudly.

“i’m a girl and i’m uncomfortable with this” you spoke, earning groans from the boys in the row and laughs from the ones in front.

“don’t play that card, that’s so unfair” yechan whined.

“i’m surprised you even made me sit here, really” you continued on with your drama.

“she’s right, you guys are so impolite,” junmin agreed from his place in the passenger seat.

“you’re the one with the single seat, it’s literally your fault,” hyunwoo defended.

“if she gets a single seat then i should too!” your best friend chimed in.

“you’re sitting with your boyfriend, just go on his lap” you pressed, glaring at her jokingly.

“if i do, everyone will start whining about us being coupley!” she retorted, making hunter nod in agreement.

“let’s all stop whining and suck it up,” minjae interrupted for the first time, looking stressed in the front seat. “yn can get shotgun when we drive back, but if you could deal with it for four hours you can deal with it for two more, now shush before i drive us off a cliff”

silence followed after the oldest spoke, all of you reluctantly shutting up until seeun’s voice arose for the first time.

“who told him he’s the leader?” 

and hell broke loose again.

…

“yn, hey, wake up” you heard a distant voice call out as a hand shook your shoulder slightly. you opened your eyes reluctantly and confused as to where you were until everything came crashing down when your groggy eyes met hyunwoo’s. “we’re here, you’ve been asleep for the past hour”

thank god.

you nodded and sat up, stretching your body slightly in attempts to wake yourself up more, missing the small smile that took place in hyunwoo’s lips at the sight.

“aerum wanted me to let you know she wants to crash with hunter until yujun gets here, so i think you might have a room all to yourself” he commented as you both got out of the car.

you had rented a six room house, and since yujun had stayed back to take an economics final, you had the privilege to stay alone for two of the four nights you were staying there.

“oh, thank god” you sighed contently as you walked towards the house “i was not prepared to deal with how messy she is”

hyunwoo chuckled at your words, and your heart melted at the sound “do you think that’s how junghoon talks about me?”

“oh, yeah, definitely” you teased as you entered the building, smiling at how big and cozy it was. 

you missed the way hyunwoo’s eyes stayed fixated on you, admiring your smiling face like you had hung all the stars in the sky just for him until his thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice approaching the both of you.

“you guys have been chosen to go grocery shopping, by the way, congratulations!” sumin said cheerfully, patting hyunwoo on the back.

“what? how?” you complained.

“we played rock paper scissors and you weren’t there so you lost” the older male shrugged, winking at you when hyunwoo wasn’t looking. “so take the car and go ahead”

you groaned in protest, knowing it was no use to argue with him and grabbing the keys before heading out. 

the drive to the store was filled with random chatter and the sound of the radio playing whatever it could pick up, mostly old songs. both of you headed into the bulding, hyunwoo grabbing one of the large carts and letting you lead the way.

“i think we should forget the cereal sumin asked for” you commented as you read the list sumin had sent you. “he doesn’t deserve it”

hyunwoo chuckled and nodded in agreement “i like the way you think, yn” and you had to bite your tongue to not squeal like a little girl. 

“i’ll take this one instead,” you smiled and tiptoed to attempt to grab the cereal box that stood unnecessarily high on the shelf. hyunwoo noticed your struggle and moved to help you, his hand instinctively holding your waist as he reached for the box.

“here, i got it” he said, voice almost a whisper as you stood almost frozen in place. you had been friends for a long time, but being that close was completely uncharted territory.

“uhm, yeah, thanks” you mumbled when he moved away, trying to regain your composure. “next is green onions, we can’t forget the green onions” you rushed, walking away and leaving a slightly confused hyunwoo behind.

“i guess she really likes green onions,” he muttered to himself as he followed you.

…

a whole day had passed since the cereal aisle incident, and even if nothing had actually happened, you couldn’t help but act awkward around hyunwoo. he hadn’t done anything wrong, of course, but the way he made you feel with every single tiny action of his was starting to worry you.

“i can’t act casually around him, it’s so bad” you groaned as you sat with aerum on the front porch of the house. “he genuinely makes me want to scream and giggle just by smiling at me, i think i have a disease of some sort.”

your friend snorted softly, shaking her head. “you don’t have a disease, you have a crush” she pushed your shoulder with hers “and i think he feels the same”

you looked at her once you heard her words, glaring at her slightly and jokingly “don’t get my hopes up for nothing please”

“i’m not! i promise” she smiled as she ruffled your hair “you should just go for it, i think he’d be more than happy if you did”

“i’ll think about it” you smiled affectionately as you watched her stand up when hunter got out of the house, waiting for her to join him. “i’ll see you later, enjoy” 

“bye hun, think about what i told you!” she exclaimed before walking hand in hand with her boyfriend. you watched them leave with a small smile on your lips, wishing that was you with a certain someone.

“hey” you heard someone call from behind you just as you were going to stand up, making you turn around to watch hyunwoo walk towards you.

“hey, what’s up?” you smiled, your hand moving to play with your rings as a nervous habit. 

“nothing much, i just saw you here alone and i thought i'd join you” he returned the gesture, sitting next to you. “i wanted to talk to you, too”

your heart began racing at his words, thoughts flooding your head trying to figure out what he could possibly need to talk to you about.

“sure, go ahead” you tried to mask the nervousness in your voice.

“i just wanted to apologize for making you uncomfortable yesterday at the store, i didn’t mean to,” he said, and you could hear how nervous he was as he looked anywhere but your direction. “i promise i wont get that close to you again”

your eyebrows furrowed as he spoke, a pang of guilt stabbing your chest as you realized what he meant. “you didn’t make me uncomfortable, hyunwoo” 

his eyes flew to yours immediately, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “i didn’t? then why are you acting so weird?”

oh.

you wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

“don’t even worry about it” you said, trying your hardest to dismiss the fact that he had noticed the effect he had on you, even if he didn’t know why.

“you sure?” he pressed, and if it wasn’t for the embarrassment that invaded your entire being you would’ve thought it was cute how much he cared.

“i’m sure, i really don’t mind having you close to me” and that just made it even worse.

you were on the verge of standing up and walking away towards the woods where you would eventually (hopefully) get lost and disappear when you realized his body had relaxed significatively, a small smile overtaking his pretty lips. “you don’t?”

“not really” you said, barely above a whisper as you tried to sound as nonchalant as you could.

“good, i’m happy to hear that” he said as his smile only grew wider. a couple seconds passed before he scooted his body closer to you, his shoulder now slightly grazing yours. 

“the snow is pretty, isn’t it?” you said to break the nervous silence that surrounded you, making  your strongest effort to bite back a giddy smile. 

“yeah, beautiful” he breathed out at the same time that you turned to look at him, finding him already staring at you.

… 

“it’s christmas morning, yn, don’t be a grinch” seeun said from the other side of the door, his consistent knocking starting to drive you insane.

“it is barely morning, it’s seven am” you groaned, covering yourself further with the covers as if that were to shield you from your friend’s annoying voice.

“if you can check your phone for the time then you’re wide awake, now come on before i open your presents for you.” now that woke you up.

“you wouldn’t dare” you exclaimed, sitting up from your bed abruptly.

“believe me, i would” he dared, and even though you knew he wouldn’t, you couldn’t risk it.

“give me five minutes and i’ll be right down” you groaned as you stood up from the bed, going to the adjacent bathroom to get decent to go to your friends.

a smile overtook your face as you walked down the stairs, all your friends sat under the christmas tree the house had come with, dressed in ridiculous festive pajamas as they eagerly waited for you to join them.

“i’m here, go ahead” you chuckled as you approached them, seeun not sparing you a single look before he jumped right ahead to find what boxes belonged to him.

“morning, yn” hyunwoo smiled as you made your way onto the couch, where a spot next to him was conveniently available.

“morning hyunwoo” you smiled back.

“IS THAT YN? GIVE HER THE PHONE” a familiar voice screamed through hunter’s phone, making your attention shift towards it. the boy handed you the phone and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of yujun. “HI YN” he exclaimed.

“hi, yujunnie” you chuckled affectionately “how are you?”

“bad, awful, stuck at an inn in the middle of nowhere with no presents whatsoever” he pouted.

“i’m sorry, that sucks” you mentioned, feeling bad for the boy in the other line.

yujun sighed exaggeratedly “it’s fine, there's a pretty girl here so at least that’s that.”

you giggled and continued to talk to him for a couple more minutes before moving onto opening presents with all your friends. you were in the middle of cleaning up all the wrapping paper when you felt a tap on your shoulder, hyunwoo being the culprit.

“can you come outside with me for a minute?” he asked, sounding a bit more nervous than he wanted to. you nodded and followed him outside, hugging your arms as the cold air hit you. “i got you something else” the boy smiled as he extended a small box towards you.

“thank you, hyunwoo, that’s really sweet of you” you thanked as you grabbed the box, not trying to hide the smile he caused you. you opened the gift and let out a soft breath at the sight of a small necklace, a charm sitting adorably in the middle. “it’s so pretty, thank you so much but why-” 

“sumin told me you like me” hyunwoo interrupted.

your eyes widened as you looked up to him in fear, experiencing the five stages of grief in a single second before trying to quickly brace yourself for the rejection you had ahead of you. you were going to kill sumin.

“he did what?” you asked, the tone of your voice betraying your astonishment.

“he only did it because i like you too, and i wanted to tell you soon because i know how much you like christmas but i was really scared because i didn’t know if you liked me back, so he had to convince me somehow but i wouldn’t believe him so he told me” he rambled on nervously, his inexplicable ability to speak coming out to save you in a moment of panic.

you stood there for a couple of seconds, unable to move or say anything at the shock that was knowing your crush liked you back.

“yn?” hyunwoo asked, trying to bring you back to reality. you couldn’t find the words to express the happiness you felt in that moment, so you did what any sensible person would do; take his face in your hands and smash your lips together.

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[hyperpotamianarch]

i must strongly disagree. if you define "starting Zionism" as Hertzel then sure, but i think we can both agree that this is a terrible definition, as Zionism as an idea existed well before.

Fair enough, there needs to be a distinction between Zionism as in the modern movement that started at the end of the 19th century and Zionism as in the longing for Zion which has traces as far back as the book of Ezra in the Tanakh if not farther. I was talking about the modern movement, which I would hesitate to define by the people making 'Aliyah. I would say that the movement should be seen through its leadership and the participants in the Zionist congresses - which I still need to verify, but I do believe there were more secular Jews than religious ones in those. Of course, it's a result of religious groups deliberately excluding themselves because the initiating (יוזמים, אני כותב את זה כאן כי זה עלה לי לראש בעברית קודם) parties were secular. Sure, there was cooperation, but there was also a lot of tension. And as mentioned, many rabbis at the time strongly opposed the Zionist movement due to its secularity - though a couple also gave reasons for Anti-Zionism from other directions, like שלושת השבועות. But that's another story.

I'm not sure how אחרי רבים להטות is relevant here, but if I understand you correctly you're saying that the meaning of it as written isn't as relevant as how it's currently perceived by most people? If so, you do have a point. That particular line in my post doesn't make much of a point, really - it doesn't matter as much what it was written about, death of the author and all that.

However, while for you the existence or inexistence of G-d doesn't matter whatsoever, it kind of does for religious Jews. And yes, there is a tension between Hishtadlut and Bitaḥon, human effort versus trusting G-d. The Religious-Zionist community, which I am a part of, does lean closer to human effort than the Ḥaredim, for example. We believe in the necessity of acting in the world, and we believe that the Maccabean effort to free the Temple was necessary. But we also believe that G-d has helped them. Our balance of those two things mean that we acknowledge the need in action from our side, but also believe that none of that would work without G-d's help - that's related to the Passuk right after the one I quoted, "וזכרת את ה' א-להיך כי הוא הנתן לך כח לעשות חיל". Not that G-d does everything, but that G-d gives you the power to do what you do. נס לא קרה לנו and אשר חוללו המכבים directly go against any such outlook: they deny any involvement of G-d in the victory, and attribute it wholesale to humans, to the degree of implying the Maccabees are the ones conducting miracles.

The Levin Kipnis Bar Kokhva song is a whole different story, really, and if you draw inspiration from it - all the more power to you, I suppose. I'm not going to start talking about it right now.

Regarding the חסדי הגולה bit, though: yes, having power in an independent state is far better than being thrown to the whims of others. However, in the early Zionism the Jewish faith and religion were considered some of the hallmarks of an exilist Jew. Their views of religion and faith led to many issues in themselves.

Honestly, with the Epikorsim point I was thinking of the famous sentence by of the early leaders of Socialist Zionism, Ya'akov Ḥazan: "רצינו לגדל דור של אפיקורסים ויצא לנו דור של עמי ארצות". If we really try to look at its origin than it was used to refer to a type of people considered heretics by the Mishnah, probably originating from the name of a Greek philosopher. The major point is that there's more than one type of secular: there are those who try to distance themselves as distant from faith and religion as possible, and then there are the people born to secularity or those who slided to it without kicking religion (and there's a whole range in the middle, of course, in addition to other factors). And the people who find it necessary to deny divine involvement in events are mostly of the former kind, which is what I used the word Epikorsim to denote. If people use it to mean "Hebrew-speaking Goy" for whatever reason, then they're just... doing whatever they want with words. It's true that Minim sometimes means Christians, but it's usually about Jewish groups that Ḥaza"l considered outside. If you have a better term for me to use I would.

In essence: the framing of it you did feels way more explicitly denying divine help than keeping a good balance. To be fair, that might actually mean nothing for public events - I honestly am not yet sure where I stand with that, as I really can't expect public events to accomodate my beliefs. I do think singing it would serve to alienate religious Jews, but I don't really know. This song presents a general streak in the early Zionist movement to try and distance themselves from religion, which came with issues.

PS, I can't say I ever understood the moniker "First 'Aliyah", considering how many 'aliyahs predate it. This is also, I suppose, related to the difference between the Zionist movement and the longing to Zion.

does diaspora jumblr know about the Nes Lo 'Kara Lanu (נס לא קרה לנו, a miracle didn't happen to us) controversy?

[mania-sama]

trick or treat!! =)

love the emoticon! the candy you've gracefully drawn is... a crossover! interesting, i wonder what kind... ah, yes! what gods i think the haikyuu characters are children of, in reference to percy jackson lore. i'm doing specifically the greek cabins (so, none of the gods that don't officially have any cabins, just to simplify things). but if i have any extra insight/thoughts on some of the other series (roman, norse, or egyptian) for the character, then i will give them.

i'm not doing all of the characters, just a select few that i can think of off the top of my head from most (not all) of the main high school teams:

KARASUNO

Hinata: Hermes, god of travelers and thieves, and often referred to as the "messenger of the gods". Now, I debated heavily on whether or not he would be a son of Hermes or Apollo, as Apollo is the embodiment of all things bright, but I think it is much more important that the speed aspect of Hinata's character is acknowledged. Additionally, Hermes... gets around. There are a lot of his kids, and at the beginning of the series, everybody who was unclaimed went to the Hermes cabin. Haikyuu is about, first and foremost, starting at the bottom and rising to the top. Literally, the main character's quote, "I'm Hinata Shoyo, from the Concrete." Nobody expects anything of him, as a child of Hermes. And then he proves that he can fly. Or, in Percy Jackson terms, be really cool and really important and have cool amazing powers, or something like that. He defies all expectations and fate itself and becomes someone worth listening to. He's like Luke, if Luke weren't so, hm, evil. I guess. And if he were a bit younger, more full of youthful life.

Kageyama: Apollo, god of archery, prophecy, healing, and disease, amongst many other things. I really went back and forth with him. Every god I thought of didn't seem right, but out of all of them, Apollo seems the most right (he very nearly got assigned Athena, but I think he is a little too stupid for that). He has natural talent, and I think that is something children of Apollo are blessed with. They are naturally talented at a great many things, and Kageyama was blessed with a natural talent of handling a volleyball. It's that disconnect from his peers that set him off. When people look at him, with his abilities and his unintentional controlling demeanor, they feel not just jealousy, but anger at the fact that he can't seem to get down at their level. That is the journey Apollo goes on in the Trials of Apollo, where he has to align himself with mortals and work with them, not just control them and make them do his bidding. The king has to become the peasant, and that is the same thing Kageyama has to go through. I am not here to say that Kageyama intentionally flaunts his power and precision and abilities, but he does do it, and it is something that he has to actively work through. Also, I think it pissed Oikawa OFF that Kageyama is a child of Apollo because Oikawa wanted to be that lmao.

Daichi: Hephaestus, god of fire and craftsmanship. I am NOT going to imply that he is ugly. He is not. My choice for him being a child of Hephaestus is not on any technical level; nothing about his character implies or shows that he's skilled with creation in any capacity. No, what it's interesting about Hephaestus is that, essentially, he provides the weaponry and tools that the gods use. When something breaks or needs repairing, he is the god the other gods turn to. He is the survivor of being thrown off of a cliff, you see. He is the foundation of the other gods. He is underrated; when you take away that foundation, the gods are left to stumble. Hephaestus can also have a certain level of wrath. He takes a lot, but he can also give a whole lot back in return. You don't get on Hephaestus' bad side. So, obviously, Daichi, as "Karasuno's foundation", would be a child of Hephaestus. He is that steady, important figure to stabilize and provide the tools needed for success for the rest of the team. Also, I think he played with fire as a kid. Sue me.

Nishinoya: Hermes, god of travelers and thieves. Originally, I had him clocked as a child of Hephaestus, but the more I explained it, the more I realized that, no, he is a child of Hermes. The reason why I thought Hephaestus was because of how much he reminds me of Leo Valdez (sans the insane levels of insecurity). But then I reconsidered. He is a menace to society. Children of Hermes are, in text, menaces to society. He's a fast little fucker, the guardian deity of the Karasuno. He came up with the quickest ways to get under the ball and back up to the air. The most damning evidence, though, is who he becomes in the timeskip. A traveler. He's all around the world, bringing himself and his love of volleyball with him wherever he goes. He's taking pictures, meeting new people, and having the time of his life. If he is not a child of Hermes, then Hermes is not the god of travelers, plain and simple.

Tsukkishima: Aphrodite, goddess of physical love and beauty. This mainly stems from how Riordan wrote the children of Aphrodite, who, for lack of better terms, are generally described as catty bitches in the first series. They also happen to be beautiful, and while I personally think Tsukkishima is... unattractive... I recognize that, canonically, he is attractive. For some reason. Anyway, many of the children of Aphrodite have the ability to use charmspeak, a type of hypnotism using words that can "convince" another person to do something that they want. Tsukkishima is most often featured using his words. He's not an incredibly physical person; when he wants to fight with someone, he does so using biting, venomous words. When he defends Yamaguchi in their backstory, he does so using intimidation in his words. He convinces them away. Also, Tsukkishima is a catty, mean character, but he is not without the positive attributes that redeem him, along with many of the Aphrodite children characters in the series.

AOBA JOHSAI

Oikawa: Athena, goddess of wisdom and war. I seriously debated him in putting him in another spot (Hades or Apollo, mainly), but I ultimately think he is a child of Athena, through and through. He is the head of his cabin, 100% percent, just like he is the captain of his team. He and Iwaizumi are the only ones I'm really going to bother mentioning for cabin heads, and that is because I have a very specific idea in my head, and thusly needs to be spoken into existence. Anyway, he is the strategist of his team. He sees the enemy across the court, and he is breaking them down in his mind. He is twisting their weaknesses in his head, and he is coming up with the strategy needed to win. But, another interesting thing to note when it comes to children of Athena, that the only thing they truly have is their minds. The smarts in their heads. They have no fun powers that may put them above their peers. They are "powerless". They can't control water, fire, or the wind itself. They can only strategize. I think this is important when it comes to Oikawa's character. He is someone who has had to fight to where he is, someone who was born with no natural talent, but forged it with his home-grown flames. That is a child of Athena. That is someone who will do everything to grow themselves into someone worth noticing, and someone who will do it well, and someone who will eventually win the war, no matter the battles that will be lost along the way (i.e. his eventual success to the Olympics in 2021). Not EVEN to mention the whole “pride” fatal flaw that Athena children tend to suffer from.

Iwaizumi: Ares, god of war. I want to make a special note that he is the head of his cabin, not only because he is strong, but he is also incredibly level-headed for a child of Ares. His violent side shines through, though; he is not a child of Ares for no reason. He is here because his first instinct to solve a problem is always going to be physically aggressive. To get sense through Oikawa's head, he bashes his forehead into his nose. He shakes him senseless, lobs volleyballs at his head, and is the deadly ace of his team. He is a child of Ares, and he is also best friends with the child of Athena, who's wisdom rubs off on him from time to time. Together, they make a deadly pair. Separate, they are strong, and they will war against each other with no end in sight (it is said that, when on opposing sides, neither Athena nor Ares can conquer or win over each other. They always come to a stalemate, regardless of what happens in PJO's capture the flag).

Hanamaki: Hecate, goddess of witchcraft, usually (though not by law) associated with darker magic like necromancy. You already KNOW he's cooking up some devious spells. He's got a whole book on how to ruin Oikawa's days through subtle, inconveniencing spells. He's learned how to quickly summon worms from the ground to invade Oikawa's tea in the morning. This is EXACTLY some type shit he would get up to.

Matsukawa: Hypnos, god of sleep. Oh, and you already KNOW he's right there beside Hanamaki to cause mayhem. They are the Stoll brothers 2.0., except completely unrelated, even by godly parentage. They are just best friends here to cause chaos for any camper they think is having too-good of a day. He's definitely invading Kyoutani's dreams and turning them into rainbow-glitter nightmares.

Kyoutani: Ares, god of war. Who else? Really, I want you to think of a more creative god to put this violent boy under. That's right, you CAN'T. He is the stereotypical Ares child. This is why he looks up to Iwaizumi so much, and really only listens to him (and why Oikawa chastises him so much); he really wants to prove to Iwaizumi that he is a great child of Ares. Really, though, he's just like the rest of them. Maybe just a tad more temperamental, though.

NEKOMA

Kuroo: Iris, goddess of communication and the rainbow. Now, you may be thinking, what the fuck, Mania? Where is this coming from? YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND. He was... very close to being a child of Athena, but I think his policy of "lowering the net", to teach everyone the love of volleyball and to give people the opportunity to do what they love the best that they can is vital to Kuroo's character. He becomes an organizer in the timeskip. He is actively pursuing his dream of bringing volleyball to everyone that he can, and I think that is so very, very important. He is the communicatory from the volleyball world (the gods) to everyone else who may just be an onlooker (mortals). He teaches those like Tsukkishima that volleyball is something that can be loved, not just played. He is the rainbow bridge bringing that love to everyone. Maybe she's not as cool or as sophisticated as the rest of the gods and cabins, but I want you to consider this: the demigods communication throughout the series was solely through Iris' rainbows. When her rainbows went down, nobody was able to talk to each other. Nobody. Everybody was in chaos, mayhem was tearing them apart. Nobody could get information quickly to point A and point B, all because they didn't have Iris' rainbows. Nobody would think to love or recognize her until she is gone. After all, you don't love or recognize breathing, do you?

Kenma: Hades, god of the underworld and the dead. I don't really have the best explanation for this other than the fact that I know this is right in my BONES. The way he interacts with other people just gives me child of Hades vibes. He's the brother of Nico di Angelo and Hazel Levesque and that is FINAL. Whenever I think of him, I think of the way, when he gets into whatever he's doing, he gets serious. Deadly. The way his gaze cuts over you, and the way you feel it gutting you inside out. The panel where he cages Hinata? So banger, so child of Hades. Not only that, but everyone kind of assumed he would do nothing with his life. Constantly playing games on his phone, never directing his energy into anything "productive" for society or for his physical health. And then, he has fun with volleyball. He grows up to be an extremely successful adult, CEO of his own company with thousands of fans at his beck and call. I think, when people saw Nico at his lowest, they figured he would be nothing and do nothing with his life. And then, he hones his power and becomes insanely strong, even if that strength comes at a price. I don't know how else to explain this, but Hades feels right to me and I make the laws around here, so. Yeah.

FUKURODANI

Bokuto: Zeus, god of the sky and thunder, more generally referred to as the "god of the gods". Listen. LISTEN to me. You HAVE to see the vision. When he goes to spike, the air CACKLES. It breaks, and the world shifts to recognize Bokuto as he flies. There is a reason that Akaashi is quoted to say, "We are the protagonists of this world." Why, when Bokuto is in the middle of the game, he says, "World, lend me your powers!" He embodies power, in my opinion, more than Ushijima or Sakusa ever did (who are both ranked, officially, above Bokuto in their high school days). It's clear that Furudate wanted to create a character that could embody that power, that victory, that all-importance, and he did that through Bokuto. You could argue Ushijima, but I think two things can be true at the same time. Bokuto is essentially a friendly version of Ushijima. Additionally, Zeus was known to have a temper. He was... an interesting... god, in the nicest way to put it. Bokuto's mind swings, and his incapability to reel in his emotions during his high school career, reflects Zeus neatly. And as a last little note, Bokuto graduated college, and nobody really knows how. If Zeus were a person, I kinda think that's how it would be for him, too. If you've read Percy Jackson, or really read any of Zeus' myths and legends, you'll see what I'm talking about. Not really the academic type, that one.

Akaashi: Nemesis, goddess of revenge. It also important to note that she is also considered a goddess of balance. To take something, you also have to give something. If you commit an act of violence, you will be aptly rewarded with violence in return. This is a little bit hard for me to explain, because it seems more obvious to align him with Athena. However, I think that balance is what really draws me to coin him as a child of Nemesis. He knows exactly where that push and pull is. He knows exactly when it is time to give and to take, when it is time to be mean or to be forgiving. A lot of people forget, I think, that Akaashi is not always kind to Bokuto. He joined Fukurodani to play with Bokuto, sure, but he is not a yes-man. He basically babysits Bokuto throughout the entirety of high-school. Handles him. Makes a list of his faults and strengths, and acts accordingly. Takes and gives to create balance. And that is how I view Nemesis, as the handler of the gods. She holds them accountable. She holds everyone accountable. (A more direct equivalent would be Themis, but she is... not an option.)

SHIRATORIZAWA

Ushijima: Jupiter, god of the sky and thunder, more generally referred to as the "god of the gods". No, I'm not even going to ENTERTAIN him as a child of a Greek god. In actual mythology, Jupiter and Zeus were really the same god. But in the book series, Jupiter is, essentially, a more orderly version of Zeus. Maybe not calmer, but more orderly. Camp Jupiter is also militaristic, organized, thorough. They train hard and expect great things of other people. I cannot think of any place that describes Ushijima and his mindset better. He is a child of Jupiter. People place their high expectations onto him, and he has nothing else to do but to follow through in their demands. He spikes hard, he plays hard, and he leads hard. People follow by his example, because they cannot help but to bask in his strength and glory. That is a child of Jupiter, per the Roman gods of Percy Jackson. And out of all of these that I have listed, I am the most sure of this decision.

Tendou: Tyche, goddess of luck and chance. While that may be his Greek cabin, I should like to add that I think he is, more clearly, a child of Loki (norse god of trickery), per Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard. People bullied Tendou as a child. He was the freak, the monster under your bed, and he eventually grew into it. I think, in Valhalla, he is treated much the same way. People skirt around him because he is a child of Loki, the trickster god, the one set to bring down Asgard and the entire Norse mythological population... or something like that. I don't know. I'm not entirely up-to-date with Norse mythology. ANYWAY. He is a child of Loki, plan and simple. But he is also a resident of Valhalla. Despite what everyone says about him, he died a warrior's death. He died as a hero on a battlefield, the battlefield being a corner of a street in Japan where be bravely took a knife to his chest defending a child. He is a worthy man. He just also happens to be a trickster as well. I cannot think of a better summary for Tendou than that; the boy who could predict the freak quick attacks at every move, who sang unusual, eerie songs to piss off the people around him, who lets the term freak roll off of him, since he's now so used to it. I think he is someone who likes to play the occasional prank, who won't actually let a slight against him slide, should it be serious enough. Who would come up with the most creative way to get revenge on someone who punched him in the nose, in his late teenage years. Yes, that is who Tendou is.

Goshiki: Ares, god of war. I've already explained extensively how I think about Ares and his children, so I fear this should be obvious. Also, he seems more to be a child of Mars, the Roman god of war, just purely for that militaristic, orderly fashion that the Roman camp goes by in the books. I should explain that I've always viewed Ares/Mars to be a rip-off of Zeus/Jupiter. Literally the god children were born to because Uncle Rick couldn't overpopulate the Zeus/Jupiter cabins more than he already did. So, yeah. Goshiki is striving to be the ace of Shiratorizawa, following directly in Ushijima's footsteps. He's just a more volatile, rip-off version of Ushijima (no hate to Goshiki, and I sincerely apologize for my words to all Goshiki fans. But this is how I believe. He is funny for this exact reason. A blood-lusted, temperamental version of Ushijima). He is a child of Mars, through and through.

INARIZAKI

Kita: Demeter, goddess of agriculture. Is this a bit of a gimme? Sure, but it's a gimme for a reason. Demeter absolutely fits him well. In Percy Jackson, Demeter is one of the cabins that's severely overlooked, in my opinion. We don't get much on their characters until we hit Meg, who's lineage to Demeter is very non-relevant due to all of the stuff she has going on with Nero. Likewise, as he is in the series/manga, Kita is a severely underestimated character until we see just how impactful he is on the court. In his story, he doesn't even get a jersey until high school. And then, suddenly, in his third year, he's made captain? He's the example, what people should follow if they want to succeed. Likewise, people worshipped Demeter for their harvest, which was absolutely essential to their lives in Ancient Greece. Then, of course, Kita grows up to be a farmer. That plays a part in my decision, too.

Atsumu & Osamu: Nike, goddess of victory. It would be too much of a gimme to compare them to the Stoll brothers. Really, I don't think they are that much alike the Stoll Twins, so they do not get the Hermes cabin. They are so clearly children of victory that it HURTS. I think, despite their obvious hunger to win, the dead give-away is the amount of pain and anger Atsumu was in when Osamu told him he wouldn't be going pro. To Atsumu, he and Osamu were his ideas of victory. He thought that the only way to win was together. When that broke, he felt like Osamu was admitting defeat, and bringing Atsumu down with him. He felt like Osamu was preventing their victory, their chances to win and their chances at ever bathing in the glory of competition ever again. Because that is also a give-away of their parentage; their competitive streaks. As much as victory is important together against other people, they are also striving to be victorious over each other (i.e. Osamu's bet to Atsumu to see who will be the happier twin). When you think of Miya Twins, only one word should ever come to your mind: Victory.

Aran: Apollo, god of archery, prophecy, healing, and disease, amongst many other things. But, I am not very confident about this. Why? Well, I sat with him for a really long time and pondered what cabin he would be in. Nothing felt right, and I was juggled between many options. And then I realized, oh my God, he is a magician for SURE. He is definitely an avatar of Horus, Egyptian god of the sky and (somewhat) the sun, per the Kane Chronicles. It's been a while since I've read any of the Kane Chronicles books, and I have never truly finished the series, not for the fault of not finding it interesting or good, it's just never worked out. So unfortunately, I don't have as much insight as I do for many of the other characters. However, I will provide this: Aran has a slightly different energy than Bokuto and Ushijima, but he is still powerful in much the same ways they are. His energy is very similar, but it's not the same. They are Roman and Greek, who were pretty much the same gods in actual mythology. Horus is a little different; Horus is the son of the sun, Ra. He is a leader of the gods, and in some tales, he is considered the "god of the gods", kind of. And that's all I really have; I just KNOW this is right. Trust me.

ITACHIYAMA

Sakusa: Apollo, god of archery, prophecy, healing, and disease, amongst many other things. Yes, the jokes write themselves. He is a top two ace. His precision and speed is deadly accurate, with insanely flexible wrists. He is a cutie patootie. I mean, LOOK at him. That is an attractive man. He does not obtain some of the other qualities that Apollo children may have (namely, comfortably at the center of attention), but that does not mean he isn't one. I look at the way he cares for his health and well-being, constantly donning a mask and worrying about germs. I look at his strengths and the way he analyzes other people, slamming the ball like Apollo sends an arrow into Achilles' heel. His words tear into you, breaking you down and all your weaknesses. He demands to know more, because Apollo is the god of prophecy and knowledge, a god that inherently bestows curiosity into all of his children. Sakusa's curiosity just tends to come off more, ah, aggressively. I guess.

[vaguely-concerned]

there are a lot of daddy issues to go around on DS9 in general, but odo, bashir and garak are really in their own special little fucked up 'what am I but wrought in my father's image' club

[angy-grrr]

spoilers for chapter 429

idk if you guys remember but ochako does have parallels with All Might, specifically as the side who saves. It’s not that he feels the same for them both or something like that, they serve to represent the type of heroism he naturally goes to; his friend is not his love interest, from his perspective she’s out there having a crisis over not being able to save her, and Izuku reminds her that she is a hero bc she is his hero -she saved him multiple times, and she should be able to feel like a proper hero.

This conversation is not about the nature of their relationship, is about heroism; Izuku relates to a conflict between being a hero who saves and failing to save someone, and doesn’t want to see Ochako ending spiraling because she couldn’t also fulfill that role as expected. She’s his hero not because he loves her romantically -he’s a nerd I’m sure he would be way more nervous and blushing if he was confessing anything he thought was romantic- but because she’s able to go and do what All Might does to Izuku, save him physically and emotionally.

He knows she hides her feelings in order to not be a burden, yet he doesn’t talk about his own feelings outside of his guilt in heroics -what does he feel about losing OFA? About his own failures? About the people he personally lost? He can’t talk for others and claim Ochako is everyone’s hero, but he can speak for himself, and that’s his personal perspective -she is a hero to him, she’s his hero. And then the class appears to make sure she’s able to get support and understand she’s not alone, and she’s important to them too.

but Izuku doesn’t get support. Izuku cries a little and talks a little about himself, but he doesn’t get supported. If this was meant to be romantic, I don’t understand why he would hold back what’s inside of him.

the end of the chapter reveals that boy is going to be helped by that woman who regretfully ignored Tenko, and they both witness it and are happy about it while hearing izuku inspired that change, and iida wonders what’s up with them -this is the conclusion to their relationship. In their hearts these two are saviors who struggle to be heroes who save others, and they are happy there are appearing more people who want to be heroes like them. Heroes who save. Save like All Might.

That grandma for example, interpreting the narrative as what I think is intended, would be that boy’s All Might; she’s his hero.

Izuku and Ochako are heroes who save, and Deku is here to remind her at least she did save him many times, that she is still a hero because she is his hero. I don’t believe is meant to be interpreted as romantic, not that Izuku sees that phrase as it neither -after all, he said he does want to be like All Might and feels good to imitate him, but he doesn’t love him.

Ochako’s All Might hair moment, the parallels with Toshinori telling him he can be a hero, the trying to save from black suffocating quirks, the we can do it and do your best…

Do I need to remind you heroes arent a romantic thing for Izuku Midoriya?

[knifearo]

seeing all those posts from ppl ab how miserable they are without a partner like sorry can't relate. i'm doing great and in fact i hope i die alone 🖤

[loveaetingkids]

I haven’t seen others talking about it but shot out to Maya from Maya and the Three for being such a great character: from the very beginning she is shown to be rowdy and tomboyish,but instead of becoming a completely different person by the end of the series she works on her flaws (such as impulsivity and lying) without changing these aspects of herself. She took her mothers advice to be more diplomatic without putting down her macuahuitl. She loves her friends,family and Zatz equally,without one outweighing the other. Her love for them motivated her to finish off Mictlan.She is silly,she is heroic,she is strong,she is loving.She is the sun.

[marragurl]

Suddenly getting the intense urge to rewatch all of the SerVamp anime was not on my 2024 bingo card- but here we are folks