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sunwoo-hoo · 3 years ago

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↣ the boyz reaction to s/o feeling stressed

↳ a/n: hello my lovelies! we are back with another tbz reaction! side note, with every reaction i get it’s going to be canon with my ‘as your boyfriend series’ so keep that in mind when requesting. this is for the lovely anon who requested this. i hope you enjoy it. ☻ 18+ due to language

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↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon 」

you normally weren’t one to get stressed out often but when your job decided to give you a promotion you weren’t expecting the extra workload it would bring

you got assigned to one of the major projects your company was working on and slowly but surely you felt your energy draining with each day passing by

even though sangyeon was extremely busy as well he was worried about you

after coming home from a long day of practice sangyeon noticed when you weren’t in the front foyer to give him his welcome home kiss like you usually did

as he walked to your bedroom he saw you sitting by the desk typing away at your computer

as he made his way towards you he squatted down slightly to give you a warm cheek kiss

“hey baby, how about you take a break huh? you’ve been working so hard, let me cook something for you” he insisted

“hmm? oh.. okay, i’m sorry sangyeon, work has been driving me up the wall lately i didn’t mean to shut you out” you mumbled

he gave you a small smile as he stroked your cheek before replying “don’t worry about it baby i just don’t want you to overwork yourself” he said

during your break sangyeon is cooking you dinner, listening to all your troubles and even trying his best to help you with your project. by the end of the night expect a lot of cuddles and kisses.

「 Jacob Bae 」

stress was something you’ve always experienced, especially being a university student finishing your final year

jacob was super supportive of your dreams always helping you study in any way he can

sometimes even distracting you to get your mind off it so that you wouldn’t burn out

but as final exams were just around the corner you were so stressed to the point that you cried and threw your book across the table in frustration

jacob turned his head and quickly took notice since he was only a couple of feet away reading a book which he swiftly set down and rushed to your side

“oh babe, don’t cry please, i promise it’s going to be okay” he whispered as he wiped your tears away

you completely broke down sobbing uncontrollably onto jacob’s sleeve as he held you close giving you hushed praise

“how about we go and rest for a little? a nap would be good for you” he softly asked as you simply nodded

jacob helped you up as you made your way to your bedroom where he made it relaxing as possible turning on the air humidifier and lighting a lavender candle. he also made sure that the curtains were closed so that the room was dark enough to fall asleep to

soon enough your drifting into a calming sleep in jacob’s arms.

「 Kim Younghoon 」

it had been 3 months since you’ve started dating kim younghoon, your relationship was everything you could’ve dreamed of. it was absolutely perfect with no flaws what so ever.

with all that in mind you started to wonder why you both hadn’t exchange i love you’s. you knew younghoon felt strongly for you, always making sure you were taken care of, constantly hugging and kissing you.

the whole situation started to stress you out and make you second guess everything

you loved younghoon but you had to admit you were a bit apprehensive on saying it first, since you didn’t know what younghoon’s response would be.

he could’ve said it back, or worse, not say anything at all.

one evening when younghoon was sleeping over your place you decided then and there that you were going to muster up your courage and finally say the three words you’ve been stressing over.

as you both were watching t.v his arms draped over your shoulders you looked up over at younghoon who was fixated on the drama that was playing. you cleared your throat

“younghoon.. i have to tell you something… something i’ve been wanting to tell you for awhile now” you announced hesitantly

as he looked over at you he adjusted his body to fully look at you face on

“really? i actually have something to say as well” he replied

your ears perked as you continued “how about we say it at the same?”

he nodded smiling before counting down “3…2…1..”

“i love you” you said “i’m in love with you” he whispered

you breathed the biggest sigh of relief before sliding in his lap giving him the softest kiss as you felt younghoon’s arms around your waist

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

your relationship with hyunjae was many things, exciting, passionate, intense. never in a million years would you think it would be stressful, or let me rephrase: you never thought it would be this stressful

you received a text message from hyunjae one afternoon saying that he needed to talk to you and that it was important

at that moment your mind was going through so many options on what it could be, your thoughts becoming worse and worse.

oh god is this it? he wants to beak up with me

did he cheat on me? i’ll fucking kill him if he did

oh my god what if he’s not in love with me anymore?

as your mind was going a mile a minute you finally broke out of your daze when your friend who you were out to lunch with told you that it probably wasn’t all that bad and that you should trust hyunjae.

when the evening finally rolled around you went to visit hyunjae just right when he got home from practice.

“hey baby” he smiled giving you a peck on the lips, giving him a small you replied “hey” back as you two sat on the sofa

“so what’s going on?” you asked as you were rubbing your palms against your knees trying to get rid of the sweat

hyunjae instantly noticed your anxious aura and grabbed your hands holding them tightly giving them a kiss

“well, we’ve been dating for almost a year now and i think it’s time.. for you to meet my parents” he said proudly

you blinked a couple of times as your brain still hadn’t registered the information he just said

“i want them to meet the girl i’m madly in love with” he continued

when you finally heard his words your first instinct was to hit hyunjae’s arm

“ah! hey! what was that for?” he shouted rubbing his arm

“jesus christ hyunjae i thought you were breaking up with me!” you shouted back

he laughed grabbing your waist pulling you close on his lap putting his head in the crook of your neck “i could never” he whispered giving your neck a light kiss

「 Lee Juyeon 」

to say that you were having a bad week was the understatement of the year.

it all started when you caught the flu, you felt horrible. it was constant sneezing, throwing up, runny nose, all of it.

you started to feel stressed when juyeon risked his safety getting sick to take care of you. you especially didn’t want him getting sick when the boyz comeback was nearly a month away.

you told him that you could take care of yourself, but juyeon didn’t take no for an answer.

you had to admit even though you were sick you couldn’t deny that you loved having juyeon with you 24/7 he was being the perfect boyfriend getting you tea, wet cloths for your forehead, and making sure you took your medicine every night.

“open your mouth, good girl” he praised putting the spoonful of medicine in your mouth

“you know if i wasn’t sick you would be saying those exact words another way” you teased coughing slightly

juyeon smirked and kissed your forehead in response

slowly but surely after a week you were starting to feel better but then your sickness hit juyeon as predicted delaying the comeback for nearly two weeks.

「 Kevin Moon 」

it was a hard month for kevin, the boyz comeback had just started and he was stressing over all the performances and interviews wanting to make sure that each one was up to his standards

it was so bad that all his stress levels were slowing creeping up on you making you become stressed yourself

it was starting to effect your relationship and you knew you had to do something quick before you and kevin would get into a fight you were not mentally prepared for

the comeback was closing in on it’s last week and you had decided to make one evening extremely special pampering kevin.

you decided to make his favorite meal, wearing your sexy yet tasteful red dress, with your black lacy bra and matching panties for later activities.

as kevin walked into your apartment he noticed you immediately smiling at your attire

“hey babe, what’s all this?” he asked pointing to all the candles and dim lighting

“what do you mean? can’t i do something special for the man i love?” you replied innocently walking up to him giving him a soft kiss on the lips

as kevin deepened the kiss your back found it’s way to the cold wall behind you as kevin started to trail kisses along the side of your jaw making his way down to your neck

you were excited it wasn’t often that kevin was a dom but you had pressing matters to attend to first

“k-kevin wait… i want to talk first” you whimpered as he finally reached your sweet spot

kevin stopped immediately to your words and gave you a quick peck on lips before nodding

you grabbed his hand and made your way to the dining table where the food was most likely cold by now and sat down on the chair

“kev, i just wanted to talk about how you’ve been so stressed with this comeback and everything it’s.. it’s starting to effect our relationship” you mumbled

he sighed and agreed “i know it has, and i’m so sorry for that babe” he said grabbing your hand as he continued “i’ll promise to be better about it, you know that i don’t want to ruin what we have. i love you”

you smiled feeling 100 times better about the situation giving kevin a kiss on the cheek

you lightly laughed as you pulled apart “the dinner is totally cold now by the way”

“let’s just order a pizza, it probably wasn’t that good anyway” he teased before you shoved him playfully in response

「 Choi Chanhee 」

what was suppose to be a relaxing day off spending it with your boyfriend choi chanhee it drastically changed into a nightmare

you both decided to spend the day shopping for some new clothes together

at first you thought it was a cute idea, thinking you would get matching couple outfits so that you can coordinate for the upcoming summer season

but it quickly turned into a stressful day when chanhee wanted you to try on every shirt, every dress, and pants, you were starting to regret this little outing until you finally snapped at him

“love, you would look so cute in this why don’t you-”

“no!” you yelled quickly covering your mouth at your sudden outburst in public

chanhee gave you a puzzled look not expecting your sudden change in mood

you quickly apologized not wanting to start a fight in public, pulling him to the side of the store where it was secluded from prying eyes

“chanhee… i’m sorry it’s just i’m tired i thought this would be fun but it’s stressing me out, it’s all too much” you sighed looking down at your shoes

chanhee pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and lifted your head up with his index finger

“oh love, don’t apologize i should be the one apologizing i’m sorry for being excited, i just wanted to have a fun day with you, let’s go home okay?” he reassured kissing your temple

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

you had it all planned out, you were going to introduce your friends to your wonderful boyfriend ji changmin

you ultimately thought that they should finally meet him after dating for nearly 4 months

at first you had no idea why you decided to wait this long, considering you already met all the members and were close to each of them

you were extremely nervous and stressed for their first interaction you just wanted everything to be perfect with smooth sailing

changmin was going to meet two of your closest friends who were also a couple themselves

it was a chilly fall day when you all decided to meet up at a nearby cafe changmin’s hand in yours trying to warm it up blowing on it while pressing kisses

“don’t worry babe, it’s all going to work out fine” he smiled easing your nervousness

when you finally made it to the cafe your friends were already waiting and quickly made introductions

they easily took noticed when changmin ordered your drink he knew you loved and paid for everything with his card as your friends gave you hushed whispers

“wow, he’s such a gentlemen” she gushed “yeah, and he even knew your order by heart” he replied giving you a thumbs up

you smiled when changmin returned with both of your orders giving you a cheek kiss when he sat down

to your surprise the conversation between the four of you went smoothly changmin easily wooing them with his charms and cheerful aura

your friends especially had a million questions when it came to his idol life out of general curiosity

changmin didn’t mind at all answering every single one with ease even laughing at the humorous ones

your heart melted at the interaction when you realized in the end you had nothing to worry about

「 Juhaknyeon 」

you knew juhaknyeon always loved your home cooking as he was always excited whenever he came home from practice knowing he would have a hot meal ready for him

but this time was different, you weren’t just cooking for him but cooking for his parents who so happen to be visiting you two

you met juhaknyeon’s parents before who were very down to earth and humble people always making you feel welcomed

but you had to admit you were a bit stressed trying to live up to the expectations

it was less than a couple of hours away before they would be arriving and you were running around the supermarket with juhaknyeon on your tail

“babe, slow down your gonna run out of energy” he grunted breathing heavily

“juhak you don’t understand your parents opinion mean the world to me, i want them to love my cooking” you said looking down at your hands trying to decide between the beef or pork belly

juhaknyeon gave you a side hug pulling you close “they are going to love whatever you make, because i love it too” he promised kissing the top of your head

when you finally made it back to the dorms and cooked up a storm that would’ve fed all 11 members juhakyeon’s parents finally made an appearance

after the quick greetings and the light scolding from juhak’s mother telling him to keep his room neater she finally took in your food spread

“wow! it all looks amazing [name] i’m sure it taste wonderful too” she smiled warmly pinching your cheek lightly

when you all finally sat down to eat you anxiously waited for juhakyeon’s parents comments

after a couple of bites juhak’s mother proudly exclaimed “it’s delicious [name] really! everything taste amazing, i’m so happy our son found someone who can feed him like this” she praised

you bowed your head thanking her for her positive comments as haknyeon grabbed your hand under the table squeezing it giving you a wink

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

you loved your mother dearly, but she was starting to text and call you nearly everyday about when you and sunwoo were finally going to get married

even though you loved sunwoo and were dating for a year and half you told her that it wasn’t a good time yet. sunwoo had major responsibilities when it came to his idol life

not to mention that you and sunwoo were still very young and just wanted to enjoy being together before you had to tackle even more responsibilities like marriage

you were laying in bed when you got off the phone with your mother after another hour long call

you sighed staring at ceiling fan feeling pressured and stressed when sunwoo walked in the bedroom

“hey babe, have you seen my adidas hoodie?” he wondered as he saw you looking emotionless at the ceiling

he hovered over you waving his hands across your face trying to get your attention

“hm? oh sorry it’s behind the door in the bathroom” you mumbled

sunwoo swiftly climbed on top of you resting his chin on your chest “what’s wrong babe? who was on the phone?” he asked

you hesistantly replied “it’s just my mother, she keeps wondering when.. well.. she keeps asking when we’re getting married” you laughed lightly

sunwoo smirked “oh really? close your eyes” he instructed

confused you did as you were told as you felt sunwoo get off you hearing the sound of the dresser opening

“okay now open” he said as you saw sunwoo with your own two eyes on his knee with a black velvet box in his hands

“sunwoo oh my god, don’t do this to me i-i’m” you stammered as you felt your hands begin to shake

he smiled and open the box where you saw a gorgeous sterling silver infinity ring with a small diamond in the middle

“[name] this isn’t an engagement ring, it’s a promise. a promise to always love you and cherish you, and to always respect you. i am going to marry you one day, when we’re both ready. i’ve never loved anyone as much as i love you” he vowed putting the ring on your finger

you then felt the tears flow grabbing his face with both your hands giving him a longing kiss falling back on the bed with him on top of you

as sunwoo began to take off his shirt that’s when you saw his necklace with the same infinity symbol as your ring

you smiled as you grabbed his necklace pulling him back down for another kiss

「 Eric Sohn 」

it was official you wanted to kill eric, he knew you were afraid of heights. yet he manage to persuade you on getting on an airplane to go to okinawa for a weekend getaway trip

you loved that he put so much thought into your weekend, making sure to pick the nicest hotel with a view by lots of restaurants and attractions

but you were beyond stressed, the only time you’ve been on an airplane is when you were little and moved to seoul from america, you barely remember the experience sleeping the entire trip

your body was shaking as you walked up the ramp finally boarding the airplane going to your seats

eric put away your luggage above the overhead bin and took the window seat hoping you would feel more comfortable being in the middle

as you took your seats your heart started to beat extremely fast and you started to breath heavily

eric took your hands in his “babe i promise it’s going to be okay flying is one of the safest ways to travel” he promised rubbing the side of your arm trying to calm you down

you nodded “no yeah your right i need to face my fears sometime” you bravely said

when the flight finally took off your nerves managed to subdued until you hit mild turbulence which freaked you out all over again

eric quickly grabbed his sleeping mask putting it over your eyes and large headphones with loud music trying to mask your senses which worked wonders as you lay your head on his shoulder

he held your hand tightly when you finally landed getting off the 2 hour flight

as you made your way to the hotel you were in awe of okinawa absorbing all the buildings and the mass of people walking by

you looked at eric “thank you eric this is amazing, i don’t think there’s anyone else i would trust to help me face my fears” you said bashfully

he leaned over and kissed your jaw “anytime babe” he murmured

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jasontoddswhitestreak · 4 years ago

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Papa!mcu! Quicksilver with a pair of boy/girl twins headcanons?

no wait bc i love this idea so much!!

summary: in which you have twins with the love of your life, pietro maximoff.

content warning: pietro maximoff x fem!reader, pregnant reader, fluff! set in a world where pietro and vision aren’t dead and wandavision doesn’t take place but wanda has the twins <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (lmk if you want to see more content like this! <3)

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He’d be so nervous every since he found out about your pregnancy, given his whole upbringing he wouldn’t know how raise a kid, let alone two kids. He’d want to give his kids everything he never got as a kid.

He’d never have a favourite twin, he’d love both kids equally, Pietro knew what it was like to be the least favourite twin, he knew what it felt to not be wanted and people preferring his sister over him and he’d make sure neither of his kids would have to experience that ever.

He’d tell them stories during your pregnancy, laying down next to you, his hand resting gently on your stomach while you napped. He’ll tell them all of kinds of stories, about the avengers, about him and wanda, about you. When he thinks you’re in deep sleep he’d softly sing them a Sokovian song his mother sang to him whenever he had a nightmare.

He’d coddle you so much, he wouldn’t let you get up and do anything, not wanting any harm to come to you or the babies, and you bet your ass he didn’t let you go on any missions, even after the babies were born he’d be hesitant, he had more to lose now.

The first moment he held his newborn daughter was a moment the two of you would cherish, his eyes were full of love, his fingers trembling as a tiny hand wrapped itself around his pinky finger. His first born, his prinţesă. She had his eyes but your hair, Pietro couldn’t stop staring at her, he knew then and there he’d do anything for her.

Your son came out kicking and screaming, a carbon copy of his father, feisty with a short temper. Pietro couldn’t stop crying when he held his newborn son in his arms, he knew he’d do anything for his son. Pietro knew he’d tell his son how proud of him he was every single day. Pietro would tell his son all the things Pietro wished his father would tell him.

The moment where Wanda and her kids met your kids was a moment Pietro would cherish in his heart forever. The way little Tommy and Billy ran up to see their little cousins. The fact that his kids would have two older cousins that would do anything to protect them.

“She has white hair like me!” Tommy exclaimed, pointing out the similarities in their hair colours. Pietro knew the possibility of his daughter having super speed was high and he couldn’t wait, he’d couldn’t wait to see her grow into a strong powerful woman just like her mother.

Your daughter was much more timid compared to her younger brother, resting in Pietro’s arms comfortably while her older cousin Billy held onto her tiny hand gently, whispering stories to the younger girl.

Pietro would be hesitant to anyone holding the baby, he’d make sure their arms are in the right position, that they used hand sanitiser before hand and has no flu or cough because he wouldn’t want to risk anything at all.

Due to Pietro having so much energy 24/7 he’d let you sleep during the middle of the night when he hears the cries of your children, rushing to go comfort his children.

“What’s all this noise? What’s wrong prinţesă? You don’t want to wake up your brother do you?”

He’d hold her in his arms, rocking her gently to sleep while humming the same songs he sang to them while they were still in your body. Pietro would be better at calming your daughter than you, his singing putting her at ease while your son preferred to be in your arms.

Pietro believed his kids were born with powers, he believed they were powerful from the beginning just because of how quick he fell in love with them, he’d do anything for them, he’d hurt anyone that laid a finger on them. Pietro never had a family like this before, only remembering glimpses of his parents. He didn’t know how to do the whole dad job, he was afraid, he was terrified, incase his daughter grew up to fear him, incase his son grew up to resent him. He loved them with all his heart.

The “terrible two’s” was an understatement

There was no silence in the Maximoff household. Whether it was your son crying because he wanted a specific item or your daughter crying because she had an item stolen by her brother. Pietro was almost like a baby whisperer, when he walked into the room those cries would turn into bubbles of laughter. You’d walk into the living room to see Pietro sitting cross-legged on the ground while your kids sat next to him drawing with their father.

You bet your ass you put all on the fridge.

There would be a mini competition between you and Pietro. You were trying to see which baby would say their first word before the other, You thought it would be your son who was the carbon copy of his father, Pietro however believed it would be your daughter.

And he was right. (And he constantly reminded you that he was right)

Even when the kids got older Pietro would spoil them whenever he got a chance to do so, whether that was ice-cream for dinner or letting them stay up later than usual to watch a movie with him, they’d adore him so much and love spending time with him.

Pietro would try convince them that Quicksilver is the best avenger and should be their favourite Avenger. Your son agreed with his father, your daughter however preferred her aunt, the Scarlet Witch.

“Really? You chose your aunt over your beloved father, dragă? I bought you that thing you wanted the other day!”

The three of them agreeing the best avenger was in fact, you <3

Pietro would love movie nights, it would remind him of the movie nights the two of you had before you even got together, when your friendship consisted of stolen glances and hidden feelings, afraid to take the relationship to the next level.

Pietro remembered talking to you about the future during those movie nights, he told you how scared he was for the future, he was scared of what would happen to him and Wanda. And he remembered you being there for him and comforting him, reassuring him that no matter what happens, you’d always be there for him.

Pietro would do anything to protect the family he finally got. The family he always dreamed of having.

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prosperlys1 · 4 years ago

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Hatake Compound: Moving In

Married [Kakashi x Reader] Headcanons/Oneshot style

Note: SFW | It was suppose to be domestic life but I got carried away regarding the house | I accidentally deleted this when I was almost finished. I cried inside.

🍄You both moved into the Hatake compound right after your wedding from your shared apartment. Since Kakashi hasn’t lived there since he was a kid, the house was basically deteriorating but you were still thankful it stood after all the destruction that occurred in Konoha. You spent most days fixing the place up together. On days Kakashi was busy with hokage duties, he would ask Yamato to fill in who was more than happy to help on some wood work for his senpai and you.

🍄Since you’ve been working diligently on repairing and redesigning the house, it was normal for Kakashi to arrive home and see you hunched over a piece of furniture or laying on a floor of a room you’ve been working on. He’d easily just wipe the dirt off you and carry you to the bedroom, the first room you both finished working on, with a kiss on the head before joining you.

🍄It’s no surprise there’s one room you’ve both been avoiding: Sakumo’s study. You didn’t know how to tell him that the rest of the house was almost done and it should be about time to enter that one too. One day he noticed you staring at the room and decided it was time.

🍄You watch your husband open the sliding doors and stale air immediately hit your nose. Kakashi stood at the entrance for a while before turning to you in a nonverbal communication that he needed a moment. You nodded and made your way to fix up the garden, but not before hearing the doors sliding close with your husband inside.

🍄By the time Kakashi came out, it was already dinner, right when you finished cooking. He didn’t say anything but you understood enough and gave him a hug with his meal. That night, he holds you a little bit tighter and you brush your palm against his back a little bit longer than usual before you both fall asleep.

🍄The next morning during breakfast, Kakashi tells you you can do whatever you want with the room and expressed that although he has resolved his internal turmoil with his father, the remaining childhood trauma makes the room too uncomfortable for him.

🍄”You can make it your library or a walk-in-closet to fit all your shopping, it’s fine with me.” He tells you almost too cheerfully. You tell him there’s already a library in the house and that your closet is fine but to, “leave everything to me!” before he leaves for the hokage office.

🍄After discussing with Yamato, you both set to work, eager to finish before the copy-nin arrived home that evening. Kakashi definitely did not expect you to get to work immediately when he gave you the reigns that day for the room so when he finally did arrive, it’s an understatement to say he was surprised to see that the room was no longer, well, a room.

🍄The walls had been completely torn off to give a view of the garden you were working on the other day. The floorboards were replaced with a glossy dark wood that reflected the sunlight that filtered through the trees outside. Before his feet were pillows, the kind to sit or kneel on. But most importantly, pushed against one wall was an altar, not at all extravagant but neither simple, with a framed photograph of Sakumo Hatake.

🍄You were pretty nervous since you weren’t sure if he agreed on this, “what if he wanted to completely forget about it?” but the desire to surprise him overcame you. Besides, Yamato said it was a good idea. You walked towards him, unsure, and held out two incense sticks, waiting for his reaction.

🍄He takes the incense sticks from you and to your surprise, wraps his arms around you with his face on your neck. “Thank you... This was better than I had hoped for.”

🍄You take your own incense sticks and together, lit a prayer for your father-in-law

🍄In the next few years after, an Obito Hatake would come running in the Hatake Compound. You would be working in the garden with Yamato, having found a hobby, and you’d point to the freshly-picked flowers next to you and tell your son to take them to his grandfather. Obito would enter the altar room where he’d find his father, he’d offer the flowers before finally sitting down next to his dad to talk about his day at the academy. All the Hatake men will listen.

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shreddedparchment · 4 years ago

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A Wife for Thor Pt.12

Queen of New Asgard

12/02/2020

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 9,737

Warnings: fluff, cute babies, talks of pregnancy, angst, Avengers shenanigans, talks of sex

A/N: So this one is a bit longer than the rest, I really wanted to make sure that this one was a lengthy treat. I didn’t want to split the chapter into two between getting to the Avengers and then actually meeting them and spending tie with them. I wanted to keep it together. I hope you all like it! I had a lot of fun with it, and mostly, I just really love Thor. I want him for myself. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Please DO NOT repost my stories on other sites or blogs!

REBLOGS are always welcome!

To say you’re a mess would be an understatement.

At least having Thor by your side gives you a small sense of stability, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re about to meet the Avengers.

Earth’s mightiest heroes.

People so famous that everyone knows their name. Even people in remote parts of the world know they exist.

The sensation of being pulled and gliding through the air in Thor’s arms as the Bifrost glow surrounds you both in your transport is nothing compared to the rolling of your stomach at the thought of saying or doing something stupid in front of Thor’s friends and comrades.

You hold him tighter, loving the way he feels in full armor. Only because it really drives home the fact that he could protect you from anything as opposed to being comfortable.

You’re dressed more simply though not at all casual. The outfit you’re wearing was shoved into your bag with two others in case of official events that might crop up during your honeymoon.

Because dinner with Thor’s teammates is supposed to be a relaxed event, you chose the most unimpressive of the three.

The bodice consists of a one-piece made of leather. Armor would be more accurate in describing it. Though bits of it have been dyed a dark yet also soft gray-purple, others, like the right breast piece and the strip that wraps down around your left side are a natural brown. Textured with a ridged design to compliment the thinner more boned design of the gray-purple section.

Around your waist and laced at the back is another a-symmetrical piece of that natural brown leather, but along the base of it is sewn a long flowing skirt made of a cotton voile base in navy and a sheer silk light blue making the effect of it together like shifting water.

The skirt is left open slightly on the right. If anyone pays really close attention, they’ll see the top of your thigh in the sway. Generally, the dress is appropriate and since this will technically be your first public outing with Thor, it was important you look the part.

Neither of you is wearing a crown. Not necessary really, if it isn’t an official ceremony or event, but you are wearing the large golden pin that Thor had made for you to put on the left breast of your sleeveless gown.

It’s the same interlaced arches that are on your swords with a crown that looks just like your wedding crown at the center where the arches connect.

It shines bright, brand new as it is, and is a symbol of your new status in the world.

A human Queen of Asgard.

It’s safe to say that your name is known from one corner of the Earth to the other which you only just realized when you were doing some research on the time it takes for a body to decompose in a demi-damp environment occasionally exposed to heat. You’d stumbled across a tabloid page with the headline How the New Queen of Asgard Bewitched the God of Thunder.

You hadn’t bothered to read the article because it was clear exactly what kind of reporting they were doing from the picture of you, which someone had pulled from the website of your old school, sitting on Thor’s chest with a photoshopped smirk and glowing red eyes.

There were a few others you read, most of them nice and from official news sources. All of them detailing your tragic childhood and your ascension to wealth. Then your birth ancestry was exposed making you a top candidate for Queen of the Asgardians and in one article for the New York Times, you recognized the pictures of your wedding as you and Thor stared at each other in all of your enamored glory.

Anyone with eyes can see that you love him and in those pictures, you can admit that it helps you feel a bit more secure in Thor’s love to see that he’s looking at you the exact same way. How can he look at you like that and not love you? Or at least be really fond of you?

As the air gets colder, mushy gray snow lining the streets below you, Thor’s body pulls up, preparing to stand as his speed slows.

You feel him step onto the pavement before you do, then slowly he lowers you, large hands so careful with you that you can’t help but look for his eye to see what he might be feeling.

His eyes are not on you though. They’re on the crowd that’s slowly begun to gather.

They’re giving you a wide berth, but they’re stopping to look, and some have pulled out their cell phones to take photos or record video.

You can hear whispers shift through the cold New York winter air, people leaning over to each other in excitement and curiosity. Much like the crowd back in New Asgard had when you’d driven by them to get to your dress fitting and the wedding parade.

You can’t really make out what they’re saying but Thor can, and he wraps his arm around your waist, turns you to face those that are nearest, and waves.

You follow his example and give them as kind a smile as you can, despite the sudden nerves eating at you.

Shit, do you have to say something? Are you expected to?

“Hello everyone. I know most of you have seen her in the papers and on the interwebs already, but this is my beautiful and lovely Queen. My wife, Y/N.” Thor declares, but even your name he caresses with the soft shift in his tone.

“Hello?” You don’t mean it to come out as a question, but it does.

Still, there are a few people that giggle at your reaction.

A sense of calm overcomes those watching, as if finally hearing you speak seems to have burst a bubble.

“Aw yew a pwincess?” A small hand tugs at your skirts and you turn to look down at an adorable little girl with smooth deep brown skin. Her hair is gathered in two small buns, tight braids keep it neat.

All you can really see are her big brown eyes, so wide and full of wonder.

You pull from Thor’s grasp and squat down to be on the toddler’s level. She can’t be more than three.

“She’s my Queen, little one.” Thor explains, squatting down beside you. “Queen of New Asgard. Isn’t she pretty?”

The little girl giggles and nods, then reaches up to touch your own hair which has also been braided, one long in the middle giving it a mohawk look, and several other small braids along the sides to keep it neat while flying.

At least that’s the bit that you remember from this morning.

Thor had pulled you out of bed at four o’clock, led you to a chair in the bathroom and then started messing with your hair. Of course, that sent you right back off to sleep but you remember asking him sleepily at some point why he was braiding your hair and he’d explained that it was to keep it from getting all messy while flying.

That’s the last thing you remember before he was suddenly kissing you awake and then your mind was busy with the delicious way he carried you back to bed and then heartbroken when he said you had only ten minutes more to sleep while he showered.

You’re so tired.

Smiling at the little girl, watching her own joy grow in her eyes gives you new energy and you take her hand and hold it in your two.

“It’s so lovely to meet you…?”

A woman hurries over from the crowd, voice frantic as she seems to have finally spotted her little escapee.

“RUBY!” The poor mother cries, hurrying to her daughter’s side.

“Ruby,” You repeat.

The little girl turns to look at her mother while you keep hold of her hand.

“Wook mama! A Ka-ween!” She giggles and her mother slows, hesitating now that she notices you and Thor.

“Holy shi-” Her mother says, “I’m so sorry.”

Hurrying forward, she takes hold of Ruby’s shoulders and pulls her close, not because she’s threatened by you two or anything. She must be shocked.

You let her hand go as it’s pulled gently, and Thor helps you stand back up. Once you’re standing, he reaches down to take hold of your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“It’s okay.” You shake your head, smiling at the woman as Ruby turns to hug her leg excitedly. “She’s very sweet.”

“She’s a troublemaker. That’s what she is.” The woman counters. “D-Do I have to curtsy or somethin’?”

“Not this time.” Thor tells her, “For having such an adorable child, we’ll give you the curtsy pass.”

He’s joking. Teasing the woman.

“Thor…” You nudge him and he chuckles, amused by you more than his joke. “What he means to say is, yes. Normally you would have to, but he knows I’m already nervous out of my mind so it’s okay.”

The woman looks around behind her, aware of the flashing camera phones and the videos they must be taking. So, she turns back to you and clumsily makes a curtsy.

Little Ruby sees her do it and then turns to you and does an even clumsier version of the same bow.

“Thank you.” You manage to say, voice almost completely deprived of volume from how nervous her attention makes you.

“Yes,” Thor agrees, suddenly serious. “Thank you. Both of you, for the warm New York welcome.”

“It was nothing.” The woman says, dipping down to pick up Ruby. “Say buh-bye, Ruby.”

As they walk away, Ruby twists in her mother’s arms to look over her shoulder at you and Thor and waves.

“Buh-bye!”

“Bye, Ruby.” You wave at her, smiling at her cuteness before you look up to meet Thor’s gaze.

“See, that wasn’t so terrible.” Thor gives you a squeeze. “Just our luck that it was an adorable child to greet you first.”

“She was so cute!” You gush, wishing you could take her home.

Maybe Thor sees the deep want in your own face because he leans in and presses his lips to your temple before resting them softly against your ear.

“Don’t worry, cherub. Soon we’ll have our own little one running around the palace.” He promises.

Even though he means it in an innocent way, the deep tone and intent in his voice is also very clear and if there weren’t a lot of people watching, you’d pull him down for a kiss.

He smirks down at you, almost like he knows that you picked up on that lusty vibe despite his words being sweet.

“You’re not playing fair.” You complain.

Thor chuckles then gives the crowd, which has grown quite a bit, another wave.

“Something to look forward to when we go home.” He reasons.

“Will we get to do everything you want with this crowd around us?” You give them a look and tuck yourself into Thor’s side a little more but wave all the same.

All these eyes on you. Watching you. Listening to every little thing you say?

“I’ll make it possible, cherub.” Thor assures you.

He twirls his hammer, a near replica of the one his sister destroyed before they arrived on Earth and takes a step towards the crowd with the look of someone about to make a speech.

~~~~~~~~~~

When you look at yourself, you still look like you. Still wearing the dress you’d pulled on in the morning. Braids still in place.

Thor is still in full uniform. Still holding his hammer. But as the two of you walk through the city, no one stops to look.

After you and Thor had ducked into that first shop—a bakery that had lured him in by the nose because apparently the breakfast you’d cooked him hadn’t been enough—and emerged freshly fed, none of the people who had stopped to watch you when you'd landed were looking at you as you passed them.

Some of them even looked right at you then away as if they didn’t recognize you.

“It’s magic.” Thor whispers in your ear.

He straightens up, watching you with an amused grin as understanding overcomes your face.

“A trick my mother taught me that Loki has helped me perfect. Would you like us to see what they do? Our clothes, I mean? We’ll still see each other.”

“Sure.” You nod, excited by the proximity of magic to yourself.

Thor gives you a nod. He twirls his hammer, held loose in his right hand and it turns into an umbrella.

His clothes are neat and somewhat formal. More of a business casual with dark pressed trousers, a thick black t-shirt made of a heavy and soft cotton blend. His jacket is coal gray, with just the slightest hint of brown.

You gasp lightly, stunned by the sight of him with two electric blue eyes. No sleek black and gold eyepatch. Just two pretty orbs that blink at the shock on your face.

“What, love?” He worries, reaching down to place his hand on your lower back as the two of you continue down the sidewalk.

“Your eyes.” You shake your head, speechless.

“Oh, yes. Well, it helps me blend in.”

His blonde hair is styled too, a smooth wave of the longer hair along the top of his head. Why is he so pretty?

Thor chuckles.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He teases, still looking forward.

“I’m staring,” You huff a laugh. “I’m sorry.”

But you give yourself a look and find yourself wearing a chic black pantsuit. More heavy cotton blend fabric from head to toe. It has that waterproof sheen though. Like if you spill something it’ll just roll off. Black long sleeve shirt with a higher than normal collar. It’s just a few inches short of being a turtleneck.

Over that you’re wearing a sleeveless wool trench coat with big black buttons and large pockets. The cut is feminine and left open since it’s cold but not too cold during the day with the sun streaming down.

It’ll be different tonight.

“We have these actual clothes waiting for us at the compound. I had them sent over when Stark told me that I’d be able to bring you for introductions. We can change in my room once we’re there, so we won’t be as constricted.” Thor takes your hand to his lips and gives it a kiss.

“You have a room at the compound? Isn’t it like a military base or something?” You wonder.

“Parts of it. There is a shooting range and a hangar with plenty of planes and jets. A pretty large garage with quite the selection of cars. Maybe we can go for a drive after dinner for some alone time?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, but you’re still trying to wrap your mind around bedrooms at the compound.

“Do some of the Avengers live on the compound?”

“Yes.” Thor nods, his attention pulled away from his suggestive expression. “Several of them do. Wanda lives there. Captain Rogers, Natasha, Vision, Samuel and Barnes live there now too. Stark has moved out to be with Pepper on some cabin they purchased together a year ago.

“Barton lives with his family, so he doesn’t stay at the compound. And of course, for me it has been a home away from home. The only other person that stays there but doesn’t live there permanently is Banner.

“After we arrived from our journey in space, he took to his lab and slept at the compound for nearly six months before he finally went home. He hasn’t come back to the compound since. Says he’s working on something, but he’s promised to be here for our dinner.” Thor assure you.

Sad to say that you can’t exactly be as excited as he is as the list of names, he just went through looms over you like a test you didn’t study for.

Suddenly he stops, and he waves over at another tall blonde man with storm blue eyes and what looks to be a full beard. His slightly outgrown blonde hair is pushed back, the tresses smooth and silky as he hurries towards you both, brown leather bomber jacket zipped shut over a pair of jeans.

“Oh, you’re dressed up.” He says, but you recognize him and as Thor stops, you find yourself gaping at Captain America. “Maybe I should have picked something nicer.”

“Not necessary. You and the rest of the team are friends.” He takes Captain America’s hand and shakes it before they both meet in a quick hug.

“It’s been too long.” Thor admits.

“Well, you’re a busy man now. King and all that.”

“H-How did you recognize us?” You stutter, focusing on the mystery before you instead of the fact that Captain America is standing right fucking there!

“I let him see us.” Thor explains. “The veil holds only for those I want to shield us from.”

“Oh.” You whisper, not intending to but you have no air in your lungs again.

Thor seems to read your frayed nerves because he reaches around to wrap his arm around your waist and offer you some support.

“Captain Rogers, this is my lovely and very nervous wife, Y/N Y/L/N. Queen of Asgard and if I’m honest, the love of my life.” Thor’s honest gushing, the way he sounds honest and so freaking sincere brings you back to yourself a little and with a squeeze from him, you relax.

“Steve, Thor. Please. I’m not Captain America anymore.” He says, almost as if it’s a reminder.

This confuses you because as far as you know, Steve Rogers is still Captain America.

“I read the e-mail.” Thor says, shaking his head. “I thought perhaps it was a joke.”

“Since when have I ever joked about something this serious?”

“I don’t know, I thought perhaps you might have-”

Steve Rogers turns to you, ignoring Thor for the moment as he holds his hand out and slowly you take it.

“I know I should probably bow, but we don’t want everyone knowing who I’m talking to so, is a handshake okay?”

“Of course!” You say breathlessly as he shakes your hand softly. His grip is firm, but you can tell he’s very aware of not hurting you.

“It’s an honor to meet you,” He begins, then leans in towards you and whispers, “Your Majesty.”

Both of you are left smiling while Thor’s eyes are narrowed at the two of you.

“How do you find married life? Has Thor gotten on your nerves yet?”

You can tell he’s joking because while he’s talking to you, he steals a quick side-eye at Thor to gauge his reaction.

“Not yet. But he does like to eat all of the bacon.” You whisper.

Steve makes a pained look, directing it at Thor, still holding your hand in that gentle handshake.

“That’s a big no-no.” Steve agrees.

“Right?” You press, enjoying the pout on Thor’s lips.

“Alright, Rogers, release my wife’s hand.” He reaches and takes your hand out of Steve’s forcefully, but you and Steve only chuckle.

Thor pulls your hand up against his chest and with his other arm still around your waist, he’s basically got you wrapped up in his arms.

“Come on, everyone’s waiting.” Steve laughs, moving towards a black luxury sedan.

Thor makes to move forward but you pull back, resisting because meeting Steve Rogers was already stressful enough.

Now you have to go meet the rest of them? Can’t you just call it quits now?

“Cherub?” Thor looks at you, the concern pouring from him so overwhelmingly sweet that you give in.

He wants this so badly. It’s so important to him. You’ll also have to do many things from here on out that will make you anxious and stressed.

Suck it up.

“I’m just nervous.” You tell him, as if he can’t already see it himself.

“Thor?” Steve calls from the driver’s side of the car. He’s got the door open, both arms resting against the top of the vehicle.

“A moment, Steve.” Thor says, and for some reason it gives Steve a curious look on his face.

It’s almost as if he’s not used to Thor calling him by his first name.

“You have nothing to be nervous about, my love. You’ve already met Rogers and he’s like one of those dogs with the long ears and the funny long howl when it comes to sensing when anything’s amiss. Clearly, he likes you. You’re perfection, Y/N. You have nothing to worry about.”

Thor’s gushing should make you feel better, and it does a little. But you’re about to meet so many people. All of them important to Thor. What if you say something that makes one of them angry? What if you and one of them—or all of them—just don’t mesh well?

“I just-I-I don’t want to, I don’t know, disappoint you?”

Thor’s face falls into complete adoration. His smile is soft but wide and so pleased. He takes a step towards you, reaching up with both hands to place them on the back of your head, just behind your ears.

“You’ve already made me so proud, cherub. You’re here, standing with your head held high, greeting the people of a foreign country with grace and kindness. You’ve made jokes with one of my closest comrades already. I have every faith that you will continue to outshine me.” He chuckles as you relax a little more. “Do you need a few minutes?”

You shake your head, reaching up to take hold of his wrists. “No.”

“Ready?”

“Yes,” you nod.

Thor slips his hands down, flicking them gently so that he can take hold of both your hands.

He pulls them to his lips and kisses them, never breaking eye contact.

He must lose concentration for his magic because as he kisses your knuckles, his two eyes turn into one as the eyepatch takes its place again.

His regular clothes turn back into his armor and your own dress shifts back into the more Asgardian appropriate attire.

“Uh, Thor?” Steve Rogers insists.

Thor looks at him and with a nod towards his body, Steve Rogers communicates the problem.

You look around and people are stopping their shopping and walking and going about their days to turn and look at the two Asgardian monarchs suddenly standing on the sidewalk in a sweet and affectionate embrace.

“Oops.” Thor smiles at them and gives them a wave while simultaneously taking hold of your hand.

You follow his lead and give them a regal wave and polite smile as he pulls you towards the car. Steve Rogers is already there, holding the back door open for you.

You get in and he shuts the door as Thor moves around to the other side and gets in too.

“You distracted me.” He accuses you, reaching around you to pinch your side.

You give a small scream of laughter then look at the watching crowd with a startled and embarrassed smile, but they’re pleased by the exchange. Some of them taking video and photos. Others just giggling and laughing along with you.

There are a few young women and men who even look envious. And honestly? Who wouldn’t?

You look and Thor and as he chuckles at your reaction to his teasing and the reaction of those watching as Steve Rogers pulls the car away from curb, you can understand their envy because Thor is beautiful and anyone, even if in the end they decide they don’t want to be with him, would be lucky to share in his love.

~~~~~~~~~~

You made Thor promise to keep his hands to himself and you’re already regretting it.

You feel like you’re going to pass out. It’s all wobbly on your legs.

Knees are buckling and you might go down any second.

Thor takes an inch in your direction, but you give him a frown and he clears his throat before going right back to the spot he’d been in.

Both of you stand in a long common room. There are two modern armchairs in a gray almost beige cotton fabric. Two long sofas in an orange sandstone color sit completely occupied.

On the sofa to the right sit two beautiful red heads. One has short shoulder-length hair with pale blonde tips. The other’s long locks in a deeper less vibrant red fall to the base of her shoulder blades.

The brighter red headed woman has a sharp face, with large bright green eyes and eyebrows that start somewhat full on the inner corners and slowly fade into much thinner lines.

They’re perfectly shaped for her face though it does give her a sterner look.

She’s wearing a plain black dress with capped sleeves and a plunging V neckline. Her shoes are simple black flats though, which she taps against the floor as she waits for you to speak. Black Widow is just as fearsome as she looks in the news.

The other woman is much younger, her youthful face round. Her eyes are a pretty soft brown, more inviting though still a little distrustful. This must be Wanda, the Scarlet Witch.

It’s like she’s analyzing every move you make.

Fuck.

Beside her sits a man with peachy skin, short blondish-reddish hair. He looks older than her, but still handsome.

Despite the appearance of his older age, he has hold of one of Wanda’s hands. Fingers intertwined.

They’re together.

Vision, your mind provides.

On the other sofa sits Steve, his eyes kind as he waits patiently for you to be ready. Beside him sits a handsome black man with an exhausted expression.

You can tell that it isn’t directed at you, but he looks tired. Just home from doing some Avengers work, maybe?

Beside him sits a middle-aged man with small streaks of gray at his temples. His face is kind, but he seems like he’s preoccupied. Like he’s got places to be or things to do.

He keeps wringing his hands slowly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he watches you.

On the far armchair is the man himself, Tony Stark. He looks every bit a king in his domain, just like Thor back home in New Asgard.

He owns the place—literally—and everyone knows it just by watching him sit there. He’s inquisitive about you, his mind clearly racing from the look in his eyes.

He’s the most analytical out of everyone. He keeps looking at you from head to toe, every shift in your stance, the way you hold your hands, or the fact that you’re looking each of them over and making your own conclusions catches his attention.

The last person in the room, and the only other one standing aside from you and Thor, is a tall beefy man with shortly cropped dark brown hair. He also looks tired, and he reaches up to rub his exhausted face with his shining black arm etched with golden veins that run through the sleek indestructible metal.

Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier. Though most people still call him that, from what Thor said in your prep when coming is that he’s been fixed?

No, that’s not the right way to phrase that. He’s not a dog. He’s been deprogrammed.

You don’t quite understand what that means, but you realized as Thor spoke that Hydra had done something to Bucky to make him do the things that he’d done. Like brainwashing, though you know nothing about how one gets brainwashed.

It made you sad, that someone would be that cruel and take from someone their identity and all the things that make them who they are. You heart aches for the former Winter Soldier and he gives you the tinies of smiles. Just a soft and subtle gesture of encouragement.

All eyes in the room are on you, and you’re freezing up so you appreciate the figurative extended hand.

When you speak, your voice trembles at first.

“I-It’s so…I’m s-so…”

They stir, sitting up straighter at the sound of your voice.

Get it together! You’re Queen of an entire fucking kingdom!

You clear your throat, and with a quick shallow breath you try again.

“I’m sorry, I’m a l-little nervous. I know how important you all are to Thor and I-I know this was sudden. We were both really sorry that you couldn’t come to the wedding but I’m so glad to meet you now. My name is Y/N, and I…I think that’s it?”

Turning to Thor, you find him smiling wide, singular eye bright. He’s proud and you can see it in the way he pulls his shoulders back and moves back towards you, slipping his arm around your waist.

Both of you are wearing the real versions of his illusion now minus the coats, formal King and Queen garb abandoned in his room.

Thor’s arm is a welcome warmth.

“That was wonderful, cherub.”

“Cherub?” A snarky voice teases, and both of you turn to look at Tony Stark.

“Leave them alone, Tony. I’ve heard some of the things you call Pepper when you think we aren’t listening.” The Black Widow, Natasha, cuts in.

“Like what?”

“Pudding-pop?”

“That’s a good one.” Thor observes. “Can I borrow it?”

“All y’all being really gross.” The new Captain America, Sam, points out.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have your own pudding-pop.” Bucky sighs, moving to the back of the sofa to lean both hands on the seat and look down at his friend.

“When’s the last time you had someone call you pudding-pop, Barnes?” Sam wonders, a clear attempt at a jab.

“Uh…1943? Just after I enlisted.” He answers, no sarcasm or embarrassment about that fact.

“You both need to get a life.” Natasha points out.

“You first.” Sam retorts.

Natasha fixes him with a look of confusion before getting up and moving towards Bucky. For a moment it looks as if she’s just going to pass right by him and into the kitchen behind him, but instead she slips her arm through his metal one and leans against him gently.

“I’ve got one. Don’t I, pudding-pop?”

The silence that follows is heavy but with building energy.

Then the room explodes with exclamations of, “What?!”

“When did this happen?!”

“How long have you two been a thing?”

“Why?!”

With their attention diverted, you relax, leaning into Thor’s embrace as Natasha catches your eye and gives you a quick subtle wink.

“I thought we were gonna wait?” You hear Bucky ask Natasha over the cacophony of voices demanding information, all of them on their feet again too except for Steve who is smiling and hiding it behind his hand.

Obviously he already knew, and it’s also obvious that Natasha revealed her relationship with Bucky for your benefit and to make meeting you the secondary event of this get together and while some women would be pissed that she’s gone and stolen your spotlight, you could not be more grateful.

~~~~~~~~~~

A metallic shoulder rubs against the side of your head and you lean away, gasping because you hadn’t expected the sensation.

You’re greeted with a metallic mask, similar to those of Tony Stark’s Iron Man helmet with slight variations around the mouth. The color is also brushed silver, the body white and red. It shifts to the side a little, away from you but it tips its head down in apology like an old 18th century gentleman.

“I’m sorry. Please, excuse me while I collect your empty plates.” The robot says.

“Sorry about the A.I., Cherub.” Tony says, then gives a quiet whistle. “Hey Bud, why don’t you take the night off?”

Beside you, Thor chuckles at Tony’s new nickname for you. He’s done nothing but call you cherub since Thor did earlier in the night. It’s going to stick, or so Steve had promised.

The A.I. straightens up and puts the plates back down before moving off down the hall and out of sight.

“Bud?” Bruce Banner asks, who insisted you call him Bruce and drop the Doctor and the last name.

You have to keep reminding yourself to do so every time you talk to him. Because you can’t seem to remember, you’ve just chosen not to talk to him until you can.

Tony gets to his feet, moving around the table to lean over you, hand placed on his jacket to keep it from swinging against you.

“B.U.D.” He repeats, each letter on its own. “Buggy and Underdeveloped. I’m working on it. I’ve got their manners down. Jarvis quality though not as reliable. Vision is helping me work out the kinks.”

“I do what I can.” Vision says, Wanda reaching around to massage the back of his shoulders.

“You’ve made all the improvements. Tony had them calling us dickheads that one week before he asked for your help.”

“It was a typo!” Tony moves around to Natasha’s plate and piles it on top of yours, then Bucky’s who mutters a nervous thanks which Tony also mutters back a somewhat stiff approval.

You’re not given much time to notice their exchange before Thor’s hand finds your thigh under the table and he gives it a gentle squeeze.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.” You smile at him, reaching down to take his hand. “Just surprised. I’ve never been around artificial intelligence of that caliber.”

“Don’t worry, Cherub. You’ll be used to it soon. You’ll be getting an upgrade at that pretty space cottage of yours pretty soon.” Tony says, grabbing a few glasses one at a time as he moves around the table.

“I’ll help you, Stark.” Thor suddenly says and releases your hand to move around the table and grab the other plates and glasses.

Why does he call him by his last name? Habit maybe?

“Thanks,” Tony nods.

“Space cottage?” You’re not sure what he means.

“Yeah, that big wooden house you all call a palace?” Tony clarifies.

“Oh,” Silly way to look at it. “There’s steel too.”

Tony smirks, “Well, I’ll be sending some people over to get a security system installed and an advanced satellite scanner to catch any movements that might come in from—up there. With this new threat that-”

Thor coughs loudly, dropping a glass that makes a terrible shattering glass sound against the black tabletop. Bucky catches the glass and holds it still then offers it up to him again.

Tony meets Thor’s singular eyed gaze who shakes his head minutely.

“-which I guess you’re not supposed to know? Whoops.” And with that he turns and leaves the room.

You look at Thor and find him watching you, then he quickly turns and follows Tony out of the room.

Whenever you’ve read in the past that someone sees red, you’d always suspected that it was metaphorical. However, you see red as your brain short circuits and all you can feel is a level rage.

The one thing you’d asked of Thor was that he won’t keep secrets from you and here is one, not even a week after your wedding!

“Don’t worry.” Natasha interjects, getting up from her seat. “When it’s worth knowing about, Thor will tell you. He just doesn’t want you to worry.”

Your frown only grows. You can’t seem to get your sudden temper flare under control.

“You’re upset.” Steve notices, getting up when everyone also starts to rise. “Why?”

You follow their example and get to your feet, pushing your chair under the table before following them into a smaller living room space just off the main common room while trying to quell your anger.

The living room is mostly white and gray with a long sectional that is full of red pillows.

“Because I’m Queen of New Asgard.” You point out, speaking a little more firmly than you mean to.

Steve gestures to the seat at the edge of the sectional and you take it, swallowing hard as you shove some of that upset down into your tummy so that you won’t lash out at the very nice people that Thor sees as family.

“You are.” Steve agrees. “No one would argue that you aren’t.”

Does he not get it?

“He might not want me to worry, but I have a responsibility to the people of New Asgard. If something is happening that might affect them, I need to know.” You cross your arms across your chest, huffing lightly and letting that be the peak of your temper.

You don’t want to fight with Thor here in front of everyone.

The reaction isn’t what you expect.

Sam, who is sitting on the floor at the bend in the sofa leaning against it as the weight of his sleepiness begins to take over, whistles.

Long and slow.

Bucky chuckles as Natasha settles beside him, her arms crossed across her chest as she leans back into his arm.

They don’t look together even if they are, just comfortable. Bucky’s arm curves a little more for her and is the only giveaway that there’s more between them than friendship.

She smirks. On the sofa beside you, Wanda leans forward to try and get a look at your pouting face, her red curtain of hair falling over her shoulder. Vision is standing by the TV looking at a collection of records to put on a turntable that sits ready and empty.

Dr. Ban-Bruce isn’t anywhere in sight.

Steve settles in beside Wanda but closer to Sam, leaving enough room for Vision to sit when he’s finished with the music.

“Thor said you had some bite.” Natasha shares, “Said something about you standing up for Loki? What’s that about?”

You feel your cheeks burn, neck too. With a shrug, you drop your arms and clutch at the fabric of your pants by your knees.

“Yeah, dude’s pretty psycho,” Sam adds.

“Sure, yeah, because a bunch of people dressing up in costumes and going around fighting crime and otherworldly forces are completely sane.”

Shit, did you seriously just say that?

There’s a beat of silence, then, “She sounds very sensible. Now that I’ve had some time with it, I think the cape might have been a touch too far.”

Everyone chuckles, and you turn to look at Vision who finally picks an album and slips it in place.

“Sorry,” You offer, hesitating a moment before you decide to explain yourself. “Loki has been nothing but kind to me. And calling him a psycho offends me. I know you all and the rest of the planet, have issues with him and what he did…so did I, but he’s trying. And he’s family now…like you all…so…”

Your words trail off as you turn to look for Thor, but you can still see him across the common room in the kitchen, exchanging hushed words with Tony and it’s starting to rile you up again. What’s coming? What’s so important that Thor has brought in the Avengers too?

“What did Thor call it?” Bucky asks Nat.

“Bite.” Steve tells him, “She’s got bite.”

“I’d say it’s more like a sting. But she’s right. I don’t think any of us here can judge someone by their past. At least I can’t.” Bucky nods.

“Or me,” Nat agrees.

“Or me,” Wanda smiles.

And then the music starts. Vision turns, hands behind his back as he also smiles at the general pleasantries.

“Taylor Swift?” Sam demands, “Really?”

Vision’s smile vanishes and he gives him nice wide eyes of surprise, “I’ve never heard this one before.”

“Excuse me.” You get up and move towards the kitchen, determined to get an explanation while the room behind you continues to argue the merits of Vision exploring different musical avenues.

“Whose album even is that?” Sam demands.

Steve clears his throat, “I think you should both get some sleep. I want a debrief first thing in the morning. I might not be Captain America anymore, but I’m still running this show.”

“Don’t try to change the subject, you’ve never accepted the boss mantle until now. Which other albums do you have in your room that you’re too afraid to share?” Nat adds.

“Hey, I have no shame in my musical taste.” Steve defends.

As you near the kitchen, the open spaces separated only by two large circular pillars and a sleek concrete counter island, you slow as their quiet conversation begins to reach your ears. It wasn’t necessarily that you’re trying to eavesdrop…but they’re not talking about what you expected them to be talking about. So, you freeze.

Too nervous to move, forward because what the hell? Or back, because they’ll no doubt hear your retreat.

Where’s the talk about threats to the kingdom and planet? No, you get a nice dose of fear and jealousy instead.

“You only knew her for a week before you married her?”

“It was arranged. All of you knew this. I explained it the last time we met.”

“I get that, but what-” You can hear the hesitation in Tony’s voice.

Despite the fact that he knows he probably shouldn’t bring it up, he throws his dishtowel on the counter and turns around to lean against it as Thor’s hands continue to sift through the dishes, washing them slowly. “What happened to Foster? Weren’t you two pretty hot and heavy? Last time you brought her here-”

“Jane has other priorities.” Thor cuts him off, clearly still hurt from his breakup with Jane.

You hate the sound in his voice. Why does he have to be so clearly heartbroken?

“That’s all I get?” Tony asks, waiting and leaning in a little closer to Thor.

“What else would you have me say? It was hard to leave her. And if I’m honest, I still find myself thinking about what life might have become if she’d been ready to settle down.”

What?

You take a step back, wanting to get away from this horrible conversation you wish you hadn’t accidentally run into. Retreat being heard be damned!

But then, “Cherub?”

It’s Tony, a smirk in his voice as he turns to help Thor dry the dishes he sets aside.

“She is my angel.” Thor smiles, just a teeny upturn at the corners of his lips as he steals a glance at Tony.

Your heart gives a painful clench at the love that you’ve been seeing in his eye pour through in his voice.

“A celestial creature sent to me by fate. I had no knowledge of the capacities of love. I’ve only ever found love as I found Jane’s. We were met by chance, and the attraction was clear and instant. Intention as well. With my cherub, things though they grew quickly, were harder to find. I had to look past my own melancholia to see that she was there waiting for me.”

“She does look like she’s completely lost it.” Tony nudges Thor aside because he’s taking so long and takes over the washing.

“I hope you mean lost her heart to me?”

“What else? Her mind? Though why anyone would agree to rule an entire country is beyond me.”

“She’s brave.” Thor boasts, body completely relaxed. “I’ve never known anyone with her courage. The first night of our engagement she demanded that I be honest with her, even if I decided to keep Jane as a mistress.”

Tony looks at him, eyebrow quirked as he asks a voiceless question.

“Which of course, is out of the question. I entertained the thought for a bit, I can’t deny it. At the very beginning as I was making my plans to go leave Jane, to end things permanently so that I could do right by Y/N and really try to make our marriage something lasting—I wanted to keep Jane at my side by any means necessary.

“Imagining a life without her was painful and I hate to admit that I had every intention in those last moments before I saw her to ask her to be with me even after I was married.” Thor confesses, sounding torn between guilt and desperation.

You remember seeing that desperation in him before he’d gone to see Jane.

Even after his proposal to you, even after those earth-moving kisses, he’d wanted to keep Jane at his side.

Of course, he did. You shouldn’t be surprised by that. He and Jane had shared so much before you came into the picture. Before you were forced in if you’re honest.

Still, it hurts, and you hate hearing it.

For a second time, you take a step back, wanting to leave.

But then, “What changed your mind?”

Thor sighs heavily, exasperated, exhausted by something.

He crosses his large arms across his chest, black shirt straining against his biceps and pecs. He’s so massive. Standing next to Tony only accentuates that fact.

“It took her two hours to make time to speak with me, and another three before she stopped explaining her work on energy spikes in some far East quadrant of space to let me even bring up the fact I was officially engaged to someone else.

“The only reason I was able to hold off for so long is that she would come and kiss me every twenty minutes to promise that she’d be done soon.”

You hate that.

“It was the waiting around after three months of having seen her last and six months since we’d been together. I just couldn’t stand the thought of that always being my life. As much as I loved her, I didn’t want to spend my marriage waiting for a woman when another had already assured me of her commitment to rule at my side as wife and Queen.”

“Is that the only reason you’re so into your Cherub? Because she obviously likes you?”

“No.” Thor shakes his head, “No, there are many things about Y/N that draw me to her. Most of them I’ve discovered since I made the choice to really let Jane go. When I came home that night, she was there to lure me back from the pit I’d crawled myself into by telling Jane goodbye.”

Tony stops washing to fix Thor with a knowing gaze. He scoffs then turns back to his washing.

“So, the sex is good, is what you’re saying?”

“The sex is very good. Incredibly good. I have no complaints about our physical chemistry. In fact, it’s better than with Jane or anyone else I’ve ever been with. I’m not sure what it is, but we are very well suited in the bedroom. She has such vigor, such desire. I am never in no doubt of her want of me. It’s so good that I almost didn’t want to bring her here because then I’d have to give up an entire day of having her to myself wrapped up in nothing but her bedsheets.”

“Alright, I think I get the picture.” Tony holds up one soapy hand to stop Thor’s bragging. “So, she sleeps with you and makes you feel better. Jane makes you wait, so you end it for good. Did you at least give her a proper goodbye?”

Thor is silent, and this time, you don’t want to know. You’ve already guessed and have been suspecting that this is very much the case, but you don’t want the confirmation.

If that’s what happened when he went to see Jane, you don’t want to know. Even if it happened before you two were married and really together, it happened when you were already in the picture and your heart was already being swayed.

Stepping out from behind the large round pillar, one hand resting against the smooth black curve, you watch Thor think about Tony’s question, tilting his head up to look across the room towards the living room space where the Avengers are now laughing about who the hell knows what.

He sees you and his face loses color.

“Thor?”

“What’s the matter?” He asks, a small bit of panic in his voice.

He moves towards you and you move towards him, meeting halfway.

“Did you hear?” He knows, probably because of whatever is on your face that’s making him panic.

His large hands are already pushing your numerous braids back, throwing them over your shoulders gently so that he can place his hands on your neck.

“Thor,” You repeat, this time getting a hold of yourself and reaching up to grab his wrists and pull his hands down away from your face. “What’s coming?”

This is why you’d come in here, and this is what you’ll insist on knowing. Fuck everything else they were talking about. You don’t want to know, and you don’t care what happened or what Thor felt before both of you exchanged vows.

“What?”

He seems stunned by the shift of topic, despite the agony that you’d momentarily been in. His voice even cracks a little, too shocked by the change.

“The new threat,” You clarify. “This new thing that we need satellites back home for? What is it? What’s happening? I know that you probably don’t want me to worry or want to protect me or maybe you’re still thinking of me as a civilian? But I’m Queen of our kingdom, Thor. If something is coming for us, I deserve to know. I need to know what’s coming if I’m going to help you protect our people. It’s my job and I can’t do it if you don’t let me.”

“Cherub’s got a point.” Tony adds, and claps Thor on the shoulder before gathering up a tray and makes his way out of the kitchen and towards the others with a bottle of beer for each of them.

“You’re right.” Thor nods, reaching to take your hands and he pulls them up to his lips kiss away the pain that he must have seen you feeling.

He seems to know though that you don’t want to focus on that and so he doesn’t bring it up.

You can tell he wants to though. He really wants to talk about what was just said in this kitchen.

“Yes, you’re right, you should know and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t want you frightened or worried when you didn’t have to be, but you’re right. As Queen, you have every right to know what might be coming. But can’t we wait to talk about it until later? Tonight perhaps? When we’re alone?”

You don’t want to agree. You want to make demands of him and make him tell you everything right now. However, you also know that you’re a little angry about what you overheard and that’s probably why your pulse is pounding in your throat, heart ramming itself against your ribcage.

“Fine.” You huff then turn to move back into the living room.

“Hey,” He coaxes you back, voice low and deep so that the others won’t hear him.

He catches your wrist and pulls you back gently.

“Did you hear us? Because if you did, when I went to leave Jane I-”

“I don’t wanna know, Thor. If you slept with her, I don’t want to know.” You sigh, stomach clenching painfully. “You did what you have to do. It’s not like you and I fell in love in any kind of traditional way. We were forced together and now we’re married. I’m not stupid.”

“Of course you aren’t, and as true as all of that is, I don’t like the way you’re talking about it.” Thor agonizes, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer and further into the kitchen out of view of the others. “You’re acting as if I don’t love you, or as if it’s a farce. I love you, cherub. It happened quickly, but it is real.”

“I know that, Thor,” It’s nice to hear though, because you’re seriously feeling weak in the confidence you’d spent every night since your wedding building.

For a bit there, you’d believed wholeheartedly that Thor loves you. You still do…but the realities of Jane and how quickly he’d had to end that relationship with her because he had to marry you to give his people a Queen have been brought to light and ruptured the bubble of your new marital bliss.

It’s also suddenly very clear to you that he must still love Jane very much. Even if he loves you too. There’s no way he can move on this quickly.

“You don’t look like you do. You look sad and it’s putting knots in my stomach, love. Please don’t doubt me now.”

Fuck!

You lean forward, shoving your forehead against his wide chest. You wrap your arms around his waist and fist the back of his shirt as he brings his hands up to the sides of your head. You can feel his lips against your scalp, kissing against the large middle braid that goes down along the back of your head.

“This is so hard.” You admit, hating your jealousy.

“I wish I could take all of your strife.” He kisses your head again, an audible smack. “I’m sorry I’m the one making it for you.”

Both of you knew that this would be tricky.

“I swear to you, cherub, it’s only you. You are the only woman I want and the only being in the universe that I want to bear my children.” His words are full of truth and you look up at him to find that same honesty in his gaze.

It’s pained and sorrowful and you hate it.

“I shouldn’t have listened.” You pull yourself up against his body and push yourself up with puckered lips.

Eagerly he leans down to meet your lips with his own but he shifts his head to the side to deepen the peck you’d wanted to leave you in no doubt as to his devotion, or at the very least, his passion.

He leans down to wrap his arms around you and press you up against the side of the pillar.

“Thor…” You whisper when he pulls back to tilt his head the other way. “We’re guests here.”

The reminder cools him down and he places his hands on your hips instead while you tickle the hairs on the back of his neck.

“We should get back to your friends.”

Thor sighs heavily, hating this idea, but he knows you’re right.

He reaches up to take hold of the back of your neck, squeezing it possessively before he leans down to give you one more quick kiss.

“Tonight, I will leave you in no doubt as to my devotion and love. I promise.”

His declaration takes your breath away, and apparently Bruce’s too as he sputters a cough around his own beer as he freezes on the other side of the kitchen by the fridge where another large round pillar lines a different entrance opposite the side you’re both standing on.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Bruce says, reaching up to wipe at the beer dribble around his mouth.

Thor takes his hands back and you slip out from between him and the pillar then make your way back towards the living room feeling flushed.

As you walk back in, observing the room, Steve and Vision are currently playing an apparently rousing game of Connect Four on the floor while Nat and Bucky sit cuddled up on the far corner of the sectional, talking quietly but also giving the two battling on the floor the occasional glance.

Wanda is on her phone, typing away quickly with a beer held between her thighs. Sam is standing by the records, despite his previous griping, nodding his head as Taylor Swift’s 22 fills the space.

Tony is on his own phone, standing in the far corner of the room with a sappy smile on his own face which tells you he’s probably talking to his own wife, Pepper Potts, who couldn’t make it tonight due to a work engagement.

All of them have a beer around them or in hand, and as you make your way towards the bend in the sectional feeling a little like you’re intruding, just as your back hits the sofa a cold bottle meets your cheek.

You jump a little but turn to look and Tony holds out a sealed bottle for you.

“You okay with import? Or do you want domestic?” He asks, holding his phone to his shoulder, brows drawn together as he waits for your answer.

“This is fine, thanks.” You take the bottle and then give him a quick smile.

“Good, because then I’d have sent you down to get your own.” He assures you, but a voice from his phone calls his name and he hurries away again, phone pressed to his ear.

You look at the bottle of beer in your hands, wondering if the top is a twist but when you go to turn it the ridges hurt your hand and you stop instantly.

Just as you’re about to lean over and ask Bucky to open the bottle for you, the sectional dips beside you and heat envelops your shoulder and side as Thor sits right beside you.

“It sounds like excuses to me.” He says, looking at Bruce who sits down beside him with a bit more space allowed between them.

“It’s not an excuse,” Bruce insists. “I’m working on something that needs all of my concentration. I’ll come visit soon, I promise. I’m going to be coming with Tony for the security system installation so, I’ll get to see the palace then.”

“Thor?” You hold the bottle up for him and he takes it from you, kissing the side of your head before he simply flicks the top with his thumb and it flies off and falls right on Steve’s head.

“Hey,” He complains, but then gets distracted as Vision connects his four red chips.

“I win.” Vision declares.

“Damn,” Steve concedes. “You got me. Go again?”

Vision dumps the chips, and they start splitting them up.

“Here you are, cherub.” Thor hands you back your beer, and you take a quick drink before settling in against Thor’s side a bit more comfortably as he gives you a squeeze but continues to chat with Bruce.

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beckyandrick · 2 years ago

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See you later, Boston! ❤️

It’s been just over a week since we packed up our home and took a one way flight to San Jose, Costa Rica. The last 10 days or so before the move was a whirlwind. I think it was only as I sat down on the plane that I started to process it all.

This move has been the definition of bittersweet. We absolutely LOVED our life in Boston. We made lifelong friends as a family, Kai had a great school community, we loved living in Southie, the northeast is the perfect combination of seasons for outdoor sports all year long, I am having so much fun in my job, Rick fell in love with mountain biking in the area and it has been so great to be a short flight from the grandparents. To say it’s been hard to leave is an understatement.

The week before we left was a series of ‘see you later’ events. Not goodbye…because if there’s anything I’ve learned from moving countries 3 times in the last decade it’s that the world can be a really small place if you make it that way.

Thanks to our sweet friend Julia for organizing, Kai got one last Southie beach day with her buddies and we all got to give and get plenty of hugs.

Seeing her give Ben a big hug was hard. He was probably her first good buddy in Boston and they’ve spent countless hours swimming, fishing, biking and even doing little triathlons together. But all the more reason to get together again soon!

Then I had to say ‘see you later’ to my Thursday running crew. These girls have been my sanity…especially during the pandemic lockdown when the only thing we could really do was run and chat. We’ve celebrated birthdays, milestones, achievements and each other on those early morning runs. I’m so grateful for this crew and for the effort to get together for a nice dinner out before we left (thank you Juli for organizing and coming home from Canada!!). These girls clean up well! ;) I may have ugly cried all the way home after our last run together. ❤️

The ‘see you later’ we all dreaded was Kai’s best friend Eliza. They are both only children and really created a bond the last few years. Eliza’s mom described the move well…their first broken heart. 😢 The girls soaked up lots of play dates and sleepovers the last few weeks and have already been texting and calling each other from afar. I’m hopeful that technology will keep this girls close until we can get together again. ❤️

We got super lucky during our time in Southie with a bit of Ohio. First, we hit the jackpot with our townhouse neighbors. Kara, Bill, ‘baby Thayer’ who grew up before our eyes and became big brother to ‘baby Shep’ are also from Ohio. So we bonded over the Buckeyes and small town Ohio. We had pizza dinners across our respective rooftops at the height of the pandemic and enjoyed watching the kids play and grow together the last several years. Kai would always excitedly run downstairs anytime she heard the boys playing out back. We didn’t anticipate just how hard it would be to leave the family we’ve almost lived with over the past 4 years. Thanks for being amazing neighbors and friends!

And finally, our other piece of home we have had is my cousin Megan. Megan moved to Southie last summer to start her career after graduating from Ohio State. After having ‘Meggy Megan’ babysit once, Kai would never accept any other sitter. So we planned our date nights around Megan’s availability and everybody won! It’s been sooo nice to have family in the neighborhood! Take care of Southie for us, Meg!

And just like that, the house was packed and it became real.

Ashe left with pet transport the day before we did. While we always know they take such great care of our dogs…it’s a hard moment. If only we could tell him what’s happening and we’ll see him soon. 🥹

We had been so busy checking items off the list just to get it all done that it all seemed to happen in a blink of an eye and next thing we knew we were at the airport…with 7 bags, one bike, multiple carryons and heavy hearts.

My good friend Julia drove us to the airport (thank you, thank you!) so after some quick tears and hugs, we were off.

As the saying goes…how lucky I am to have something so hard to say goodbye to. It’s so true.

While we are thrilled about the next chapter in Costa Rica, our Boston chapter was pretty amazing, thanks to the people who became our family. We love you all and miss you already. Come to Costa Rica!!

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errorpeachy · 4 years ago

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☾ Will He?☽ 《Bakugo and Izuku X Reader》 Pt.2

Song: Will he - Joji

Hey bitches, take some more angst since the first part did tremendously well like holy shit-

I got knots all up in my chest.

You had been staying at Izuku’s house for the past week, and your days had consisted of crying, sleeping, working, and crying some more. Sometimes, Izuku managed to make you laugh, but for the most part, you had been stuck in a depressive state. Explaining to your receptionist what was going on, she was in the process of helping you issue a public statement saying you were no longer with the number two hero.

It was difficult to accept the fact that the Bakugo you once knew wasn’t the same Bakugo anymore. You two had been together for five years, so it was only understandable that you were hurting, but there were so many other things you were feeling. You felt anger at the fact he thought you were stupid enough to allow him to get away with it. You felt scared of the public and how they’d react, as well as the press. You felt so much disgust with yourself for allowing him to kiss you while being suspicious of another woman. Most of all, however, you were disappointed. Not in him, but yourself. You had played up this act, this lie that he had continued for two months, because you were too scared of the truth. You were scared of change, because he was all you ever knew. That wasn’t who you were.

Just know, I’m trying my best

You’d been recovering since the breakup, Izuku by your side. Slowly, he helped you back onto your feet, not financially, but emotionally. You were grateful every day for what he had done for you. He helped you the night you released your official statement, hugging you close as you cried into his chest. He took you out with your friends so you’d feel a little better, and he tried his best to do little things for you. Even though he was the number 1 hero, he still managed to remember things like your favorite candy or what kind of conditioner you preferred. It shocked you, to be honest. Bakugo never seemed to remember that kind of stuff.

Slowly, you went back to normal. A month passed since your breakup, and you were no longer holing yourself up in Izuku’s guest bedroom. You started looking for an apartment, and slowly, you felt yourself getting better. You were going to miss living with Izuku, but you were searching for something close by so you could still visit him whenever you wanted.

Currently, you were waiting for Izuku to meet up with you at your favorite café. He was going to help you pick an apartment complex today, and you were excited to see him as he had been working nonstop all week.

It had been fun, living with Izuku. You enjoyed being able to crack jokes while he cooked dinner and share a bowl of popcorn while watching mean girls, his unruly hair pushed back by a headband while he had a face mask on. It was funny to see him cranky in the morning, teasing him as you handed him his morning coffee. During the month, you had felt feelings bubble up in your chest for the broccoli-headed boy. You promptly shut those thoughts down. That was Bakugo’s childhood friend, and you were not about to get dragged into a love triangle, if you could call it that.

But when you look

You raised your head as you heard the familiar chime of the café’s entrance bell. Smiling, you got up to hug Izuku and pushed your computer aside. “Hey Y/N!” He said, smiling as he patted your head. You sat down, pulling you computer to your body. “Let’s get started!”.

When you laugh

When you smile

I’ll bring you back

“And then the guy had the audacity to say he didn’t steal anything when I had watched him!” Izuku finished, his story making you cry laughing. You two had finished apartment hunting, your computer closed off to the side as you enjoyed your friend’s company. A smile stayed on your face as you sipped you drink. What you weren’t aware of, was the gaze of a certain ash-blonde male.

He scoffed, his eyes watching you as you gently leaned your head against your hand. You looked at Izuku the same way you looked at him in high school. What was so great about him anyways? He didn’t even have his own quirk. He was nobody compared to...

He watched as you smiled at Izuku with so much love, so much joy. It hurt.

And now I’m sad

And I’m a mess

He knew it was his fault. He shouldn’t have done what he did. Sleeping around with his sidekick was the last thing he thought he was going to do. He knew he could just as easily go to you to get what he want, yet he didn’t. Was he bored? No, he wasn’t- he just thought he was hot shit. He thought that because he had reached number 2 status and you were content with where you were in life that you failed to keep up with him. He thought you went back on your promise.

But you hadn’t.

And now we high

That’s why I left

He stood up, paying for his food as he walked out. You blinked as you saw someone leaving, before making eye contact with him. Katsuki.

You immediately looked at Izuku, your muscles tensing up. “He’s here.” You muttered. He sighed, a mix of sympathy and annoyance mixed on his face. “I don’t know why he’s following you. You aren’t going to go back to him... are you?” He asked, looking at you. Pausing, you sighed. “It’s complicated.” You muttered, folding your hands. “I don’t want to right now, bu-“

“Then dont.” He said. You looked at him. “What?” “Don’t go back. Actually, I have a better idea.” He said, turning away as his cheeks flushed pink. You tilted your head. “What are you talking about, Izu?” You asked.

He looked at you, a small smile on his face. “What would you say if I suggested going on a date?” He asked. You blinked, eyes going wide. “A-a what?” You asked. He immediately waved his hands, getting flustered as he tried to backtrack. “Y-you don’t have to! It hasn’t been very long and I know you’re still probably recovering- oh my god why did I suggest this-“ he said, shooting off into a ramble as you smiled. Grabbing his hand, he stopped to look at you.

“I’d like that, Izuku.”

Humming, you added the finishing touches to your outfit as you combed out your hair. Your date plans were originally to go to a hero museum, however the hero commission decided to schedule a last-minute dinner party to congratulate Izuku on his ranking. You decided to go as his plus-one, and you were currently getting ready to leave.

“Y/N, are you almost- woah...” he said, question falling short as he stared at you. You laughed, getting up and grabbing his keys. “Yeah, let’s go.” You said, handing them to him. He put them in his pocket before holding your face gently. “You look amazing.” He said, a smile gracing his delicate features as you blushed. “Thanks- um... let’s go.” You said, gently moving his hands off so he wouldn’t see how embarrassed you were. He laughed, pulling his keys out and following you.

Will your tongue still remember the taste of my lips?

You knew he was going to be there. It was only inevitable. What you didn’t know, however, was that he was bringing her. Akemi Futara. You felt your skin crawl as she stared at you, like she had won a prize and was showing it off to the losing player. It made you sick, thinking of how you kissed him when he had gotten home after fucking her, and she knew that.

Sighing, you leaned into Izuku’s side, causing him to glance at you before giving you a sympathetic look. “I know, I know. If you want, I-I can ask for them to lea-“ “I’m fine. I know he’s your friend. She’s just annoying.” you muttered, closing your eyes. The people that kept coming up to interact with you and Izuku were giving you a headache. You could feel Bakugo’s stare on you, causing you to feel uncomfortable. He eyed you like you were still his.

“Izuku, kiss me please.” You said, causing him to turn to you sharply. A blush exploded across his face, and his eyes went wide. “I-I- whAt?” He stuttered, causing you to sigh. “Bakugo won’t take the hint. He’s gonna try to talk to me.” You muttered. “I just need to make him understand that I’ve moved on, so kiss me. You’re a grown man, so it’s not hard.” You teased. He gulped. Leaning down, he gave you a quick peck on the cheek. You huffed. “What the hell-“ “I don’t think we should kiss out of spite. I... I want it to be special, if we do...” he muttered shyly. You paused before smiling at him. “Izu, you’re adorable.” you giggled.

Will your shadow remember the swing of my hips?

Bakugo watched as you had fun, dancing your heart out with your friends. He felt envy as he watched Izuku struggle to groove with you. He watched as you took his hands and tried your best to teach him, slowly helping him understand. To say he was mad was an understatement. No, he was angry- pissed even. You dumped him and now you’re going after the guy he’s known since childhood? How low of a blow could you deal?

Jealousy was eating away at his core. He felt the same jealousy as he watched Izuku get everything he had wanted in life. Why couldn’t he have that? Why did it need to be him? As he grew in ranks, he distanced himself from you to work better, and you were okay with that. But he wanted more. He wanted to climb and climb and go higher and higher, but you had been content right where you were. You promised him you’d keep up with his pace, but as you brought up the thoughts you had of marriage, he realized that you wanted him to settle down with you.

And he didn’t want that.

Will your lover caress you the way that I did?

He realized as Izuku gently held your hands that he was wrong about everything. He should have just settled down. You were all he wanted in someone, and yet somehow, he wanted more. He was so greedy that he failed to see that what he had was the best he could get. He never gave you what you needed, yet he thought that he needed more.

Will you notice my charm if he slips up one bit?

He watched you go over to the bar and get a drink of water, chest heaving from how much dancing you had done. Getting up, he looked over to where Akemi was socializing before going over to you.

You saw him, cringing as you immediately turned your back to him. You didn’t want to deal with this tonight. It was supposed to be a night for you and Izuku, with no problems in the way. You watched as he took a seat next to you at the bar, ordering a drink before turning to you.

Cause I don’t need to know, I just wanna make sure you’re okay

“How are you?” He asked quietly, causing you to scoff. How were you? Fucking great, right now, but a month ago you were a damn wreck. Rolling your eyes, you looked down at your drink. “Im great. I can tell you are too, with that Akemi girl.” You said, matter of fact. He paused before nodding, despite it being far from the truth.

Cause I don’t need to know, I just wanna make sure you’re all safe

“He hasn’t hurt you, has he?” He asked. You turned to him. “If he did, I wouldn’t be here. Frankly, the only person in this room that’s hurt me is you.” You said, before turning away from him. “Please leave me alone, Katsuki. I don’t want to talk to you.” You muttered. He went quiet, his eyes staring into your back without faltering. After a bit, he closed his eyes and got up, moving away from you as he went to go talk to his friends. You sighed before feeling a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m proud of you.” Izuku said softly, gently rubbing circles into your shoulder. You smiled. You were proud of yourself too.

Will he play you those songs just the way that I did?

Izuku fumbled as he grabbed a guitar pick, sitting crossed-legged across from you on your bed. He had picked up learning how to play in his free time, and he wanted to show you what he knew.

Rain hit the windows quietly as he started to play you your favorite song, causing you to smile. He was so thoughtful, and he had shown you as much throughout the month you and him had spent dating.

Your memories with Bakugo were forever burned into your brain, but that was in the past. You had Izuku now. And that’s all you needed.

He started to sing quietly, smiling as you joined in. You watched his calloused hand stroke the guitar with such care. It made your heart flutter, how he was so built yet so gentle.

You heard a knock at your apartment door, causing you to go quiet as you looked at him. “Did you invite Uraraka over?” He asked curiously. You shook your head, watching as he set his guitar aside on the bed carefully. “I’ll get it. He muttered, moving to get up, but you stopped him. “It’s fine, I got it. Just relax.” You said, kissing his cheek before getting up and making your way to the door. Unlocking it, you pulled it open.

“Y/N.” Bakugo said, ruby eyes meeting yours. You blinked. What the hell was he doing here? It was raining, for Christ’s sake!

You frowned. “What is it, Bakugo.” You said, using his name formally. He cringed. It was like you never knew him. “I need to talk to you. Please, let me in.” He said. You had never seen him so desperate.

Will he play you so strong just the way that I did?

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Whatever you need to tell me better be short and sweet.” You said, opening the door as he stepped inside. You stopped him before he sat down on your couch. “You can stand.” You said coldly.

Clearing his throat, he looked you in the eyes.

“I want you back Y/N.”.

Will he treat you like shit just the way that I did?

You felt yourself go numb as he started to apologize in his stereotypical way. “I was an asshole, and I’m sorry.” He said. You could hear your ears ringing as you stared at him. Who the hell did he think he was?

“It took you two months to work past your pride and apologize? Are you kidding me?” You said angrily, causing him to huff. “I never apologize for anything, so this just shows how much I care.” “No, it shows how much of a fucking asshole you are!”

Cause I don’t blame you.

Growling, he balled his hands up as he started to shout back. “Why can’t you ever just listen to me?” He said. You laughed. “You don’t deserve that after you cheated on me and then apologized two months later after I had already moved on!” You shouted. You heard Izuku come down the hallway, seeing Bakugo argue with you. He gave him a look he rarely gave anyone. It was one of anger.

Cause I don’t need to know, I just wanna make sure you’re okay

“Get out.” He said coldly. Bakugo turned to him, anger evident in his eyes. “What the hell did you just say to me, Deku?” He sneered, causing you to glare at him. “I said get out. You’ve overstayed your welcome with my partner.” He responded. You watched as the realization hit Bakugo like a brick. He lost.

You finally knew you were worth more than him.

Cause I don’t need to know, I just wanna make sure you’re all safe.

You watched as he left quietly, shutting the door behind him. Izuku was still tense from the confrontation, and you went over to him. Touching his face gently, you gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. He turned red, immediately relaxing. “What was that for?” He asked. You smiled. “It was for defending me. Thank you for everything, Izuku.” You said softly. He smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “It’s my pleasure.” He said, kissing your temple.

You will always have memories of Bakugo.

But now, you had Izuku.

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sophie-writings · 4 years ago

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Heey 💕 my first time doing this so i dont know if im doing things right but, if its not a problem to you could i request a scenario or a hc of Bakugou and Kirishima meeting their s/o’s father who has the same personality as bakugou? tks 💕:)

My dad actually reminds me a little of Bakugou now that I think about it, so these are based on my dad basically (i luv my dad btw💖)

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Eijirou

Type: Headcanons

Bakugou Katsuki

☁️Oh, God.

☁️You asked Bakugou to be on his best behavior to meet your family.

☁️And saying you were scared was an understatement because your dad was just like your boyfriend.

☁️Maybe that's why it was so easy for you to be with Bakugou even though everyone complained about his personality.

☁️Your boyfriend was super soft when both of you were alone, just like your dad was the sweetest ever until any boy came around you.

☁️He knew you were dating Bakugou, but having dinner together was something you weren't looking forward to.

☁️You were surprised by Bakugou's attitude during dinner.

☁️He tried his best to keep his voice down and only ALMOST cussed in front of your family.

☁️Your mom adored him immediately, but your dad was still skeptical.

☁️"Are you really that strong? I mean, you were kidnapped by the league of villains, what if you can't protect my daughter when the time comes?"

☁️"Dad-" You tried to interrupt him but it was too late, you could feel the pissed aura coming from Bakugou.

☁️"I'm gonna be the number THE one hero and I'll protect Y/n if it costs my fucking life, old man!"

☁️Okay, it's over.

☁️Your dad was going to force you to break up with Bakugou, and you would have to date him behind his back and live a Romeo and Juliet life and you would die at the end and-

☁️"That's what I want to hear boy!" You das proudly announced while smiling at your boyfriend.

☁️Your mom and clapping excitedly.

☁️Bakugou was smirking while shaking your dad's hand.

☁️And you could feel your soul leave your body.

☁️Bakugou and your dad actually got along after that and you couldn't be happier.

☁️"Take good care of her son!"

☁️"You don't need to tell me, old man!"

Kirishima Eijirou

☁️Kirishima is super nervous about meeting your dad.

☁️Your father raised you alone and made sure no warm would fall upon his child.

☁️So he could be a little... explosive sometimes.

☁️And he also yelled a lot.

☁️But he was the cutest when it was just the both of you and you couldn't wish for a better dad.

☁️His personality actually reminded you of Bakugoy, your boyfriend's best friend.

☁️And that's exactly how you explained to him when he asked about your father's personality.

☁️And for your surprise, Kirishima actually feels at ease after the comparison.

☁️"Ah~ I deal with Bakugou every day, so I think that your father and I will get along just fine!"

☁️You really hoped so-

☁️Dinner time came and you and Kirishima walked together to your house, which was nor very far from the station.

☁️"Okay, Kiri! Remember what we practiced, just smile and nod." You said stopping in front of your house

☁️"Don't worry Y/n, I'll show your dad I'm worthy of your love." He said and placed a kiss on your cheek.

☁️He thought he was sleek because the door was closed but your dad was actually seeing everything through the peephole.

☁️"WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?!"

☁️"I'm sorry sir! I'm Eijirou Kirishima and I'm your daughter's boyfriend!" He bowed his head forming a perfect 90º angle.

☁️It was going to be a looong night, or so you thought.

☁️Things went surprisingly smoothly.

☁️Even though your father was a really right at first, he actually started to warm up to Kirishima pretty quickly.

☁️His smile was contagious and every time your dad questioned his intentions with you he said the cutest things.

☁️"I want to make her the happiest girl on earth!"

☁️"We'll get married of course!"

☁️"I'll protect her from all evil!"

☁️Your dad told him he was manly and he almost cried.

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markicantwait · 2 years ago

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Boyfriend

I want to present the first text of "The boyfriend series" a compilation of texts inspired by songs that have been transcendental for me. This text is also inspired by this post I made several months ago.

You tried to convince yourself that what you were doing wasn't justify your boyfriend's poor attitude towards you, always doing the minimum to receive all the attention and recognition his ego needed, that the idea of his "Easy Love" was more than a few kisses and some poor "me too" texts when he left you alone in bed was enough for you

That night was supposed to be the anniversary dinner with your boyfriend, but of course, nothing went as expected. It was you who made the reservations, it was you who reminded him of the date and ask him to clean his agenda for that day, it was you who managed to collect months of salary and student scholarship to go to a fancy restaurant and live for one night the fantasy of a perfect romance,but in the end none of that happened.

Forty-five minutes was how long it took him to send a message saying that "he had forgotten" the game with the boys being more important, "I'll make it up, honey."

You could have gone home and cried to yourself or gone to his apartment and caused a big scene, but you were already there and at least your dress, makeup, and hair were worth seeing for a while.

The scene was a bit unfortunate, you were alone at a table for two, having the second glass of wine of the night with the food almost forgotten, at least the consolation that you looked good was enough to not to cry at the restaurant

"Is this seat taken?"

To say she was beautiful was an understatement, whether it was the lighting of the place, the way she styled her hair, the dress she wore or her voice. The instrumental of some song played in the background completing the scene, it was like seeing a past dream that was brought to life only to verify that it existed at some point and now you had it materialized in front of you.

"Oh no, it's not, please"

"Thank you" she said smiling, up close the subtle aroma of lavender and something else, enveloped the small space now that you shared

"What 's your name?"

That night ended with Rose driving you home after spending a pleasant number of hours talking about food, music, fashion, books. The little details of that night stayed with you for the next days, from the way she helped you with your seat as you got up, the careful touch of her hand on your lower back as she guided you out, the graceful way she offered you help when you got out of the vehicle, to the action of waiting for you to enter your house so she could leave.

Of course you exchanged numbers that night

"Let me know when you get home" you told her

"Is this your way of asking me for my number?"

But she complied with your simple request, letting you know when she got home to finish with a "Sleep well"

Almost four days had passed since that night and your phone felt heavy in your hand as time passed, it would be easy just to send her a message saying hello, just that.

The surprise was when that afternoon during school, Rose's name jumped up on the screen.

"Hello, how have you been these days? Let me know if you're free, we can meet up for a drink! have a good day (: "

"Hey!..."

Friday was the day you both agreed to go out to dinner near your workplace, you expected to find Rose in the restaurant, but what a surprise when you saw her outside waiting for you, it felt a little different to see her there so familiar. The hair that was once in big waves was now straight and up, the dress had gone to be replaced for a simple outfit that screamed style all over it, the light makeup only completed the image,to be honest everything about Rose scream rich and fancy

“Hello” she said smiling “Are you ready? Do you have all your things?”

“Yes, all set. Let's go"

In the small place you entered, the same atmosphere repeated as a few days ago, you chatted about your jobs, private lives, things that bother you both and upcoming plans. Again, the small details that Rose had didn't go unnoticed, from fixing the chair for you, asking what you liked best to drink and when it was time to pay for dinner the little "It's on me" fight.

"Come on, I was the one who invited you, next time you can pay"

The next time never really came, not because you didn't go out together, but Rose refused to let you pay, and that kind of made you feel bad, but you knew she didn't mean it like that, so after a few weeks with this routine, you thought giving her something would be nice.

It was something simple but you hoped that she would really like it, or at least pretend to. That day, you had agreed to go to lunch together near Rose's work, while you were waiting for her in the restaurant you felt a little nervous, there was no great reason why, you just hoped that she would like your gift.

"I'm sorry love. I had to attend to some things quickly. Have you already ordered something, should I call the waiter?”

"Don't worry, I just got here. I haven´t, I was waiting for you. I have a present for you. Oh, come on don't look at me like that, it's something small and you said you needed it” You handed her the small white bag

“To be small it weighs something. Oh how nice! I love the color. You made it? I didn't know you´re into ceramics”

“Oh, no, no. I bought it, sorry to disappoint you. You said your favorite mug for work was broken so I thought I'd get you a new one, do you like it?"

“Of course!, I was starting to get tired of using the office mugs, don't get me wrong but I don't like to share a lot, this will definitely look prettier on my desk and the color is nice, thanks”

"Yellow, you said you liked it"

“From now on it will be my new favorite color”

Again, she didn't let you pay.

The next few months went by quickly with Rose in your life popping up continuously, she suddenly went from being a new contact to a new friend and it was obvious to everyone your new friendship, from one more addition to your facebook list, one more follower on instagram, the ig stories of your nights out and a lot of shared time, so much that it seemed that your boyfriend was finally paying attention to something other than his nose.

He showed up at your apartment that day after you hadn't talked for a while, a week to be exact, so seeing him at your door surprised you a bit.

"Hey babe, I'm here. What are we having for dinner today?"

"Excuse me? What are you doing here?"

“I came to see my girlfriend. Lately we don't see each other much anymore, it seems that you have forgotten me”

Is he pouting?

“I understand that, but you can't come unannounced. What if I have guests or am planning to go out?

“Go out with who? With that blonde girl? At this point I'll be jealous of her. Babe, don't you think you're hanging out too much lately? You barely pay attention to me, I used to let it go because you were focused on work and the unnecessary things of school, but now you spend all your time going from party to party. What are people going to think of me?”

he must be kidding

“So you came all the way to my house to discuss yourself? We haven't seen each other for days and it's the first thing that comes to your mind to say?”

“You're overreacting again. All I'm saying is that you should care a little more about our relationship. I text you and you're always busy, I was giving you time and the first thing you did was go to the club as if you were single. While I'm at work and with the boys you're out there doing who knows what with someone else like a…”

Your hand reached his face before your mind grasped what happened.

“Never, in your life, do you try to suggest something bad about me again. Leave, I want you to leave my apartment and never come back. We´re done"

"I do not want to. You are my girlfriend and you have to reciprocate as such”

“You have three seconds to leave my house or I will overreact, don't try me"

With a big slam on the door and a kick to the plant that you had in the hall it was like your now ex-boyfriend had decided to leave a last impression, you didn't even know when you started crying, by the time you realized you were in the couch lamenting the last year you had wasted on someone like him.

"Hello?"

The loud music was the first thing you heard "Rosie, where are you?"

"Wait, I don't hear you, let me... Ok, I'm sorry, what happened?"

“Rose? Hello, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, where are you?

“I went out with some friends, hey, you don't sound yourself well, what happened? You're hurt?"

more crying

"He came to my house and we discussed, we broke up"

“Love… Are you still at home? Oh, don't cry, breathe. I'm a little far away right now, but I'll be there soon, okay? Wait for me, I'll be there in forty minutes, okay?"

You tried to stay calm as Rose arrived, but the room just felt smaller and you couldn't stop thinking about your now ex-boyfriend, how you had the first dates on the same couch you were crying on now, the times you cooked for him in your small kitchen and the "good" nights in your room. You didn't know when it happened but by the time you realized you were sitting at the stairs of your building, you only reacted when you saw Rose get out of her car.

It was obvious that she had gone clubbing, the mini dress and the heavy makeup suited her perfectly, you almost felt bad for making her come here.

“My love, what are you doing out here? Oh come here, come here, let me hold you.” Her arms were around you, your body shaking as you cried for having to feel this way about someone you knew wasn't worth it.

"I really don't wanna be here" you said still in Rose's arms

"Okay, we'll go to my apartment, we'll have a sleepover, you and me. How does that sound?"

By the time you got to the blonde's apartment and calmed yourself down, you thought if it was a good idea to bother in that way, although you both had become close quickly, being in each other's space was a line you hadn't crossed yet. You hadn't thought about what Rose's house was like, but for some reason everything seemed to fit her, everything looked elegant and simple although strangely more colorful than you thought, everything here belonged to her and that comforted you somehow.

“When I have a bad day, I normally take a shower and go to bed to watch TV. How about you take a bath, while I prepare something for both of us to have for dinner, okay?”

An hour later you and Rose were in her bed watching some Netflix show while having some sandwiches for dinner, the pajamas she lent you soft against your skin and the perfect room temperature, everything seemed fine, which for some reason it made you feel worse, starting to cry again. .

“Come here darling, come. It's okay, you can cry "

“He didn't even ask how I was. He just showed up expecting something from me. He used to be a gentleman at first, I don't understand when that changed "

“Sometimes I felt I owed him something when we got into bed”

"He didn't like that I was doing my master"

"He left me alone at the first party we went together because he prefer to chat with his friends"

"He didn't even make me cum"

And you continued for part of the night, Rose just listened to you while she held you in her arms, you cried as much as your body allowed you while continuing with the new unresolved complaints you had and hadn't realized until that moment.

The breakup was harder than you thought, the days were getting really long and you seemed cold all the time, you had locked yourself in at work and school, you were drinking again just because until the beers ran out was when you went to sleep, just to repeat the routine again. You couldn't handle it anymore when your mother called one day asking about him, she didn't even give you time to break the news when she dropped the bombshell that your cousin was getting married and it would be good if you both went to the wedding "It's a good opportunity to introduce him to the family, he is a good boy”

Rose did her best to keep you company as much as she could, calling you between her breaks to make sure you were eating, picking you up from school or work if there was time, but after a couple of days you stopped answering her messages and it was more than obvious that you were avoiding her, you were being ungrateful and a bad friend, you were aware of it and although you had a way to justify it you needed time to find the best way to talk about it.

That night Rose had left your apartment after making you eat something more than take out, one part told you that the best thing you could do for yourself was to wash yourself and go to bed, however you ended up in the nearest store and bought the pack of beers you had been drinking for the last few weeks.

A pretty girl approached you while you were watching the snacks, a few centimeters taller than you, maybe because of the heels she was wearing, short black hair so neat that it looks like she went to the salon before, the outfit was just the cherry on the cake, all too chic and extravagant for you. At first you thought you were blocking her view so you moved but she just stared at you without saying anything and to be honest it was starting to make you uncomfortable.

"You need something?"

"You Know Rose"

"Who asks?"

“I am his ex-girlfriend. It's just…you're wearing her coat" she said smiling kindly "It was my birthday present to her"

You don't really know how it happened but next thing, the two of you ended up sitting in a park drinking and eating while talking about your friend.

"May I ask why you broke up?"

“We just couldn't be together anymore. I began to demand a lot from Rose, I behaved spoiled and possessively and that led us to not have something healthy, so we decided to end it. We tried a lot before that, you know? We went to couples therapy, we went on trips, we even bought a fish as if the poor thing was going to help. But nothing worked, so we ended it "

"How long ago did it happen?"

“Almost five months. I haven't talked to her since then. My friends told me she had started seeing someone new and I didn't want to believe it until I saw the pictures of you and her having dinner”

The statement surprised you so much that if you had been drinking at the time you probably would have choked on your drink.

"No. Rosie is my friend, we met… About five months ago. I was in a bad relationship with my that time boyfriend, she helped me a lot and she is doing it now that I broke up with him”

“She is a good person and a good girlfriend. To be honest I was a little jealous that she was out partying with cute girls while I was crying at home. That also became a problem in our relationship, sometimes we argued a lot and it was easier for her to go to a party and not answer the phone than come home, but I don't blame her, we would probably end up fighting even more "

You didn't know what to think or say, here was your friend's ex-girlfriend talking to you as close mates, even though it bothered you a little, you felt sorry for the black-haired woman and how she probably hadn't talked about this. Before you could say anything, her voice cut you off

“Listen, I still love Rosie and God knows I'm doing my best to get better so I can get her back in the future, but I also know when to keep my place. Bad for both of us, I know her well enough to know when she's into someone, if it's you or not, it's up to her. But while we are in doubt I tell you that I will do what I can to have the opportunity to be by her side again "

The morning before the world seemed a little lighter, you weren't so cold and although you never drank coffee, it was your choice for breakfast. It had been almost two months since your last relationship had ended, you were getting over it little by little in your own way, that included enough time for yourself and therapy, it had been almost two weeks since you spoke with Rose, after the small talk that her ex and you had, several pieces fell into place and you knew that staying away from the blonde girl would be the best thing you could do.

“Dear Rosie, I am so sorry I have avoided you these past few days, you have been nothing but a great friend and support to me. Right now what I need is time. A few days ago I was able to talk with a person who made me realize that working on myself is the best option. Thank you for all your time and love, please just put our friendship on hold for now, I promise to come back soon so I can offer you the friend you deserve to have.”

Rose had responded with a simple dot, and knowing that you now at least had one aspect of your life under control gave you the strength to get on with your to-do list.

You got rid of your ex's trash, the beers and the snacks, you cleaned the house and finally made the pantry, you returned to your work rhythm and your grades improved, you recovered your life little by little.

Today you feel ready, you would go out clubbing on your own, it wasn't the first time you did it but after a while the idea made you anxious. Everything was going well, you had found a good place at the bar even though you weren't drinking, the music was good and the atmosphere too, everything was going well until you saw Rose in the club, she was wearing the same dress as the night she was to your house, she looked beautiful as always.

“Is this seat taken?”

The little deja vu makes you laugh, you feel light and secure with Rose next to you, the cliche of being just the two of you even in a crowded room makes you want to hide your face behind your hands and giggle like a teenager.

The night had passed as you never stop seeing each other, you talk and laugh like you always did, the drinks started to appear and at some point you both were dancing on the dancefloor. The multicolored lights, the loud music, the little amount of alcohol in your system was enough for make you feel happily dizzy as much as Rose could

You don't know exactly how Rose and you end up sitting in a park at four a.m, you just were happy to be there with her, feeling the best you had been this past few weeks, it just felt right.

“Suzy told me about the little meeting you had” oh “ You aren't mad at me, right?”

“What? No, no, what are you talking about, Rosie?”

“It's just, you know… I didn't told you about me”

“Isn't like it's something you need to inform people, isn't a big deal either, nothing chance the way I feel about you”

“That night- Rosie started- I thought you were really beautiful, and it was kinda sad knowing you were there all alone. Back then when Suzy and I broke up for the first time, I didn't realize how awful and destructive the situacion was or could get until months passed and suddenly everything was about who could scream louder and one night we just reached our breaking point. She was wearing a night dress when we had our little chat about taking time and I couldn't handle the feeling that you probably felt the same way she did back then. And we started to be closer with each other and I finally had this feeling after months of what a healthy relationship must be… and then I just realized how much I like you. I'm not asking you something, just want to tell you”

When you were younger, you dated Kim Ji Hoo for two months. She was your classmate at the academy you used to go; one of the prettiest girl you have ever see at your short age, she was quit, taller than you, bigger than you, and older than you (just by a year) she treated you like a friend instead of someone younger, she always took care of you and when you held hands for the first time you knew you like Ji Hoo unnie.

Your gay crisis just last four months after searching for people who felt just like you, crying a bit and tell you mom about your feelings a lotta things did make sense and you felt lighter, but not ready to confess they way you felt just yet

One night after the academy Ji Hoo and you went for something to eat, you ended up kissing and your day one started at that moment. Your relationship just lasted five months after Ji Hoo had to occupy her time getting ready for college.

“I don't know if my feelings for you are romantic or not, Rosie, but I'm willing to find out, for me and us.”

Rose smiled big before hugging you, the little kiss on your head making you feel the happiest you've felt lately.

If you would like to buy me a coffee to be able to drink between my classes I would really appreciate it, thank you!

#blackpink reactions #rose scenarios #blackpink rose #music #fanfic #gxg fluff #gxg imagine #blackpink fanfic #rose #roseanne park

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fruityutas · 4 years ago

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wild | l.yy

yangyang x gn!reader

not proofread

genre ~ best friend!au, pining, one-sided love, angst, happyish ending

wc ~ 1.9k

warnings ~ cursing? uhh mentions of food, and ofc the angst lol

synopsis ~ yangyang would always be your best friend, but a person in love can only take so much before their breaking point

note ~ based on troye sivan’s song wild, and part of the blue neighbourhood series

taglist ~ @du0tine , @badwithten , @softsungchan

the school year was coming to an end, and that meant summer was beginning. liu yangyang, your best friend, was raving on about all the plans he had for you two. you were barely listening, focusing more on him than what he was saying. you’d liked yangyang since middle school, and that was seven years ago. now seniors in high school, he still didn’t know. you honestly did plan on keeping it that way, but plans get spoiled all the time don’t they?

“hey, are you even listening?” yangyang snaps you out of the fantasy land in your head. “uh, yeah you were talking about… uh the water park?” he rolls his eyes. “no. but good guess, you doofus.” times like this made your heart pound. he was so close to you, staring into your soul. it made the butterflies erupt in your stomach. it was getting harder to avoid your feelings for him, the past seven years building them up. “should we get some ice cream? i heard this new place across town is really good.” you nod in agreeance and get up, dusting yourself off. “c’mon we can go in my car.” you both walk the short route to his house before he drives you to the shop. the hot air signaling the first breath of summer in your quaint town. the bell to the shop rings its sweet tune to alert of any customers coming in. yangyang races ahead of you and begins his order, turning to you after he finished. “i can get mine, it’s fine.” “if you don’t order right now-” you punch him in the arm before stepping up to the counter. “one scoop of mint choco in a cone please.” the worker makes quick work, and soon you’re stepping back outside into the humid air with cones in hand.

cause there’s still too long till the weekend, too long till i drown in your hands. too long since i’ve been a fool.

harboring your feelings for yangyang was hard, especially since he always looked so kissable. you hated yourself for not acting on your feelings. every time he talked about a girl, it broke a piece of your heart. you knew he didn’t like you back, and you tried to accept that. still, loving someone who could never love you back in the way you wanted was painful. everything about the world around you reminded you of him. almost every second of free time was spent with him, and when you were younger, you made a pact with each other. “i solemnly swear that we’ll always be best friends.” you smiled at the memory of you sitting with him in your backyard, sweaty from a game of tag, muttering the words to each other. if keeping yangyang in your life meant being hurt from this one-sided love, then you would hurt for the rest of your life. he meant so much to you and throwing that away was out of the question.

you’re driving me wild, wild, wild.

the first month of summer, yangyang kept his promise of hanging out with you, but he met someone during that time. she was everything you wanted to be to him. delicate face, soft voice, amazing personality. to say you were jealous was an understatement, every waking moment of the day you wanted to despise her so much, but it was impossible. she was perfect in every way. the days went on and yangyang would still hang out with you, but he would constantly talk about her. it hurt knowing he found someone to like, and it not being you. but you made a promise to yourself to be happy as long as he was.

never knew loving could hurt this good.

the weeks went on, and yangyang lessened his interactions with you in favor of his girlfriend. you would always say that it didn’t matter, but oh boy did it hurt. he told you one summer night that he thought he loved her. “she’s just so…” “perfect?” he snaps his fingers in agreement. “how do you always know what i’m trying to say?” you send him a small smile, patting his shoulder. “because i love you.” it came out a mumble, not meant to be heard by him. “what was that?” you stutter out a cheap excuse, terrified he heard you. “be...cause i’ve known you for so long!” yeah nice save idiot.

the days grew longer and air hotter. it was the second month of summer and you were getting busy preparing for college, packing all your things little by little. you’d still call yangyang daily like normal, and talk about future plans and your days. you were going to the beach in three days, and yangyang was supposed to join you, it was a tradition between you. “oh, i forgot to tell you that i can’t come to the beach this year.” you stopped packing clothes, dumbfounded. “well why not?” a sigh was heard from his end. “i promised yingqi that she could pick a day to have a date and she chose wednesday… i wouldn’t have been able to do both since they overlap. i’m sorry but i promise that i’ll make up for it.” you stay silent, tears forming in your eyes. “uh, ok well that’s cool. just um, let me know when you come up with something else we can do. but listen i gotta go my mom is calling me for dinner, i’ll talk with you tomorrow yangs.”

you’re driving me wild.

the beach trip was lonely without yangyang there. your parents could tell his absence affected you more than you’d like to admit. it just wasn’t the same without him there. after getting back, you didn’t hear from him for three days. you were worried that maybe something happened while you were gone so you went to his house. his mother opened the door, giving you a much-needed hug. “it’s been so long, y/n! where have you been?” you laugh, she was always the worrier. “it’s been a bit busy with college preparations and all. do you know where yangyang is? he hasn’t texted or called in three days.” she snorted, letting you in the house. “that girlfriend of his has taken a lot of his time lately, but he’s up in his room right now.” you nod and yell a thank you as you ascend the stairs. creaking open his bedroom door, you call out to him. “yangyang? are you in here?” you hear shuffling from his closet, and a string of curses come out. “yeah, i’m in here.” you chuckle and walk further in his room. “is everything ok? i’ve had radio silence from you for three days.” he walks out with a few hoodies in hand. “oh yeah, shit. i’m sorry about that. i meant to call you after you got back but yingqi decided that would be the perfect time to call me. and then i went on some dates with her and it slipped my mind. dude, i feel bad.” a fake smile makes its way to your face, masking the pain. “it’s ok, you were spending time with your girlfriend. no biggie.” how could he see he was hurting you when he didn’t even pay attention to you?

“what are those hoodies for? are you finally cleaning out your closet?” he fakes offense to your statement. “of course not, i’m giving these to yingqi. i think she’d be cute in my clothes.” you hum unenthusiastically. “you’re weird.” he rolls his eyes and grumbles. “anyway, did you wanna hang out today? i missed you.” he nods and his hair bounces, which was just so cute to you. “yes i actually have something planned to make up for me missing the beach.” you laugh, slightly in annoyance and slightly in happiness. “well what is it?” “a surprise, doofus.”

the day was well spent, yangyang took you to an amusement park and let you do whatever you wanted. you had a good time with your best friend and you felt as if everything was falling back into place. he dropped you off at your house and told you that he’d call you tomorrow. the butterflies that erupted in your stomach made you feel guilty. you can’t feel like this anymore, he had a girlfriend. but oh, you craved him to be yours so bad.

you make my heart shake, bend and break, but i can’t turn away and it’s driving me wild.

summer was ending soon, and you’d be going off to college. you were terrified of losing yangyang, the days of interaction slipping away. you met yingqi twice, and you couldn’t even try to force yourself to hate her. she was an angel to you, and even wanted to be your friend. you gave her insight on yangyang, and she treated you with such respect. that night, you cried yourself to sleep. she was so perfect for him, and it hurt so bad to see her live out your dreams. hold him, kiss him, wear his hoodie and cuddle with him. you were in so deep that you couldn’t breathe. drowning in your own feelings for your friend, with no escape. how will you ever tell him that you’re in love with him when he’s in love with another? your wounds will never close, and new ones appear every time you see him with her. you promise yourself to get over him, but subconsciously you know that it’s no use. you couldn’t get him out of your head, he was your everything without even being with you.

you were restless that night, and it showed in the morning. your parents asked if you were feeling ok, to which you said yes. no, you aren’t. you barely told them where you were going before racing out the door to yangyang’s house. you had to tell him. even if it meant jeopardizing what you had. his mom answered the door again and you sped past her, yelling a good morning and a sorry. you bust into yangyang’s room, your mind set on explaining everything. “dude, what are you doing here so early?” you don’t answer his question, getting straight into your confession.

“yangyang i have something to say. i’m in love with you, and i have been since middle school. i’ve memorized every detail about you, from your favorite color to the way you like your eggs. i have never told you because i was afraid of rejection. the pain it would bring me and the risk of losing you as a friend. but i’ve had enough, i can’t pretend anymore. i’m happy for you, don’t get me wrong. you’re my best friend and i’ll always support you, no matter the hurt it causes me. to be honest, i’m scared that doing this is gonna ruin what our friendship is, but i really need you to know. i’m both happy and hurting that you’re dating yingqi, and no matter how hard i try, i cannot hate her. she is so perfect for you in every way, and i hope for the best because she really likes you. being your best friend is amazing and i wouldn’t trade it for anything this universe has to offer because i care about you. so i hope this doesn’t fuck everything up, but you deserve to know and i really don’t want our dynamic to change.” you take a deep breath and look over to yangyang, who is staring wide-eyed at you, mouth agape. “you don’t have to respond. i get it if you don’t wanna be friends anymore.” he shakes his head. “i just… don’t know what to say. but we’ll never stop being best friends, ok? you mean too much to me, please remember that.”

it’s driving me wild.

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 4 years ago

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Broken

(George Weasley x Reader)

*Not My Gif*

I wrote this for @wreckofawriter‘s Cliché month! Go check out the other writings on her page!

Word Count: 4K

Paring: George Weasley x Reader

Cliché: Lovers to Enemies

~Master~

Fred was gone. George’s other half wasn’t by his side for the first time in, well… forever. The war took many victims, but it was over and left the survivors to try and find happiness with a hole in their heart.

You had a hole in your heart as well. One in the form of your little sister who died right before your eyes during the battle. If you could’ve traded places, you would’ve in a heartbeat. She was the last family you had and now she was gone. To say you were terrified of the future was an understatement. The war finished off your 7th year and now you had nowhere to go, nowhere to stay and nowhere to feel safe.

That was until your friend Hermione set something up for you. She was the one who introduced you to Molly Weasley, knowing Molly would be happy with letting someone in your position, she knew once Hermione told her everything, stay with her family. You had known the Weasley’s for years, Ron and you got along quite well, but as for the older ones, the twins, let’s just say friends would be the worst term to use.

Fred wasn’t that bad. But George? You didn’t along at all after he decided you were a great target for a majority of their pranks. You didn’t even mean to get on his radar, you walked into their prank on accident and then after that… it never stopped. He never took it too far, but you hated him. George was your enemy until the moment they graduated.

Now, looking back on it, it made you sad. The Y/N back then getting upset over dumb pranks like scrambling the words on your essay or charming your skin to be pink. You’d give everything to go back.

It had been a few weeks now since you’ve lost your sister and after meeting Molly this morning, you were to move in tonight. You were terrified. You weren’t sure why though, you’d been staying at random houses for a while but Molly promised you’d have a home with her family. You assumed that was why you were scared. You couldn’t remember what it felt like to have a home.

The house was almost quiet as you rapped on the door, your small bags were in your hands as you ignored the troubles in your stomach.

“I’m coming!” you heard a voice you recognized as Molly Weasley as her footsteps made way to the door. “Ron! Hermione! Harry! Ginny! She’s here!” You sucked in a breath, listening to her call your friend’s names before she opened the door with a smile. “Y/N, dear. Welcome!”

You nodded, swallowing thickly. “Uh, thank you, Mrs. Weasley for letting me stay here.” Your voice was smaller than it was when Molly spoke with you earlier, but she had just assumed it was because you were nervous, which you were. She ushered you inside, seeing the four children trample down the staircase.

“Ronald, take her things to her room. Harry, dear, lend him a hand.” Both of the boys exchanged happy smiles to you before taking your things and disappearing up the stairs. You felt Hermione tap your shoulder and you spun around fast and threw your arms around one of your oldest friends.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Hermione whispered in your ear and you hugged her tighter, only letting go to give Ginny a hug as well.

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you what. It’s just mum, dad, Us and George. Quite empty if you ask me.” Ginny mumbled, putting on a smile on her face as Molly pulled Ginny into a side hug. You let your smile fall momentarily as you looked at them.

“I heard about Fred. I’m so sorry.” You offered your condolences, seeing Molly’s eyes water as she let go of her daughter.

“Thank you dear.” She looked to Ginny, seeing the tears Ginny was wiping away. “Well, I better get dinner started before your father gets back.” She wiped Ginny’s tears away before leaving to the kitchen and you felt like you over stepped.

Ginny didn’t look at you, her throat closing as she started up the stairs. “I think I’ll, um go help Ron and Harry.” She said before picking up her pace and she was gone.

Good job, Y/N. Two minutes in your new home and you’ve already messed up.

Hermione saw the look in your eye as you stared off to where Ginny left. She put her arm around your shoulder and leaned her head on you. “Come on, I’ll show you around.” You nodded and let her lead you around the house, and to where you’d be sleeping, Harry and Ron joining you soon after and finally giving you hugs.

You didn’t realize how being in their presence brought out the old you, the one you lost so long ago. You were all cooped in your room that night, the four of them helping you set it up. It was fun, giving your mind almost a break from the pain you were in until Ron pulled out your photo box.

Carefully digging through, he looked at the memories you had decided to capture before stopping. The picture he held now was one that look to be taken a few years ago of you and your sister. You were pressing a kiss to her cheek and the camera caught her smile growing. He smiled as well at the picture before looking up with furrowed brows.

“Y/N?” he called out, getting you to drop your conversation with Hermione. “Where is your sister?”

It was one sentence that sent weeks of pain right back into your system. Your face became empty, staring off and you didn’t even hear Hermione chastise her boyfriend, putting the box of photos away. It didn’t hurt you that Ron didn’t know what happened, your family name wasn’t known as Ron’s, despite their status.

Hermione and Ginny were by your side in an instant, giving you comfort but you just pushed it away. The sky was dark outside as you stood up, taking the box of photos from its new spot on your shelf. “Thank you for today.” You mumbled, hearing the quietness in the room. “I think I’d like to get some sleep, you know, in an actual bed.” You couldn’t remember the last time you slept in a bed versus a couch, so the statement wasn’t a total lie, but it was doubtful you’d get any sleep.

Your friends understand, knowing you need space now and they respected it. Ron was the last one out, apologizing for his question but you assured it was fine, he didn’t know. The moment he closed the door, you casted a silencing charm around your room and let yourself fall onto the bed and weep.

You cried for hours, thankful no one could hear you. Once your tears were spent, you just laid staring at the ceiling, waiting to just feel something again, but nothing came. The only feeling you had was a sore throat and a need for water.

Leaving your room, you made sure the halls were empty, everyone fast asleep much to your surprise. The kitchen was just down the stairs as you made your way quietly down and to the empty room.

But in a twisted turn of events, someone else was making their way down as well.

The water hit perfectly as you sat at the table, chugging your second glass and looking outside. “What are you doing here?” you jumped at the sound, spilling your water slightly and looking up to see none other than George Weasley staring at you.

“You scared me!” you told him, using your shirt sleeve to clean up the water on the table.

“What are you doing here?” He asked again.

George hardly ever left his room anymore, not even for meals. He only came down in the middle of the night, when he knew everyone was asleep. Never in a million years though would he have expected Y/N Y/L/N to be sitting at his table.

“I needed water. There’s none in my room.” You told him, holding up the glass before taking a drink.

George grew even more confused. “Your room? What room? What are you doing in my house?” You ignored his attitude, knowing exactly how he was feeling in the moment. It wasn’t every day you find your enemy in your house.

“Your mum invited me. Letting me stay however long I need.” You mumbled in between sips of water.

George groaned before he grabbed some food Molly left out on the counter. He was about to leave to eat in his room before stopping. He ate here every night, if anyone should leave, it should be you. He took the seat across from you as you looked up from your cup to see George’s eyes on you. There was a silence between you both as George ate his food, cursing himself for being out here. He avoided people for weeks and now what, he was out here to spite you?

“Why did you hate me?” You whispered, moving around the last bit of water in your cup as George stopped eating.

“What?” He asked, needing to know if he heard you right.

“You were so nice to everyone else. All I’d hear was ‘The Weasley twins, such a nice pair of pranksters.’ And yet I never saw it. You and Fred,” George gulped at his brother’s name, “I never knew why you hated me.”

George didn’t have an answer. The more he thought about it, the more the idea of hating you became lost. It was almost a natural born hatred; you didn’t have to try to get him riled up. That got him feeling something. George didn’t want to stay any longer. He stood up fast, scaring you with his sudden change as he was out of the room, leaving you alone with your empty glass.

---

3 years earlier…

“Hermione! You’ve got to help me with the essay!” You begged your friend over breakfast that morning, having neglected your work until the last minute. You tugged on her arm, trying to get her attention as she hid a smile. “Hermione! I’m begging!”

“Okay!” She laughed, grabbing her hand away from you, you cheered and stood up, doing your happy dance and not caring about the prying eyes. Hermione giggled again as she pulled you down to the table. “I said I’ll help Y/N! Not write the whole thing for you.”

“And I completely understand! I owe you.” You both finished your breakfast in record time and you dragged her to the library. You spent most of the day with Hermione, taking a break every so often to rest before getting back into it. You never expected to finish it but you did with and hour left before class. “You are a lifesaver, Hermione.”

Hermione left you in the library once Ron and Harry showed up and you let her go, having a few more things to finish up. Alone in the library, you spread out your work, pushing your essay out in front of you as you shifted. It wasn’t until a single rambunctious twin slid into the spot across from you that you looked up.

“What do you want?” you asked eyeing George carefully as he picked up your essay and held it in front of his face. “That’s not yours.” You grumbled and snatched it out of his hands, missing the smirk on his face that fell once he saw you. “What do you want?” You asked again as George rolled his eyes and slumped into his seat.

“Merlin Y/N, calm down. I saw you here and-“

“And you thought you would bother me?”

“Now you’ve got it.” You nodded your head sarcastically before getting back to work, feeling George’s eyes still on you.

“Why are bothering me?” you didn’t even give him the benefit of looking up. George narrowed his eyes, not saying anything until you looked at him again. “George! I’m trying to work!”

“I’m not George. I’m Fred.” You glared at him.

“No, you’re George. I know because my skin crawls when you’re around.”

“Funny. Mine does the same.”

“That’s great. Let your skin crawl over there.” You pointed to the side, hoping George would get the hint and leave you alone. George did indeed get the hint, the only problem was, he didn’t want to leave. He was having fun bothering you. It was fun getting under your skin.

“You know, you could be a little nicer. I’m just trying to be friends.”

You rolled your eyes. “We aren’t friends George. Not since you decided it was good idea to use the Confundo charm on me before I had potions class. Snape took so many points away and it’s all your fault.”

“Then maybe you should make it less fun to prank you.”

You put your quill down and looked at George, both of you glaring at each other before Fred came over. “Am I interrupting something?” Fred asked and you took a deep breath, getting back to your work.

“No, you’re not. Now please take this prat away from me please so I can get to work.” You said not even sparing a look at. George grinned smugly before he stood up and followed his brother out.

As soon as he was gone, you let out a breath, resting back in your chair. It was at that moment you had caught sight of your essay and how the ink covering the page swirled about, the words no longer in the order you wrote them in. Your stomach fell. An entire afternoon’s work gone.

You let out a groan, letting your head fall to the table before looking up to where George was standing outside of the library, sending you a wink before walking off.

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Leaving your room the next day wasn’t something you wanted to do, but you thought it rude not to. You could tell the weeks events had taken a hit on everyone, no one minded your completely detached attitude. Ron kept apologizing like crazy for yesterday, but the only thing it did was make you feel worse, but you didn’t let him see that. Instead you bottled it up, waiting until it was night before you allowed yourself to break down again.

Needing water again, you wiped off your tears as you made your way down the steps again. The kitchen was empty again and you let out a sigh of relief, making your way to the sink.

“You’re still here.” You jumped again, bracing yourself against the counter as you heard George behind you.

You turned around, glaring at him with the shake of a head. “Did you think I would leave? It’s been one day.” George didn’t say anything as he grabbed the food set out for him and moved to the table.

You just watched him, unsure of whether you were intruding. “Your sister not here?” George asked you. You didn’t know how to answer him. The Weasley kids really didn’t pay attention.

“No.” you whispered.

George raised a brow. “Why not? Where’s she staying?”

You stayed silent, looking straight ahead at the wall. George didn’t question the silence, to be honest, he’s gotten so used to it, he preferred it. “Why do you care?”

George laughed dryly. “You can’t answer questions with different questions Y/N.”

“I can if I don’t want to answer the questions.” You told him, looking over your shoulder to see George looking at you.

“Then this conversation won’t go far.”

You clenched your jaw, turning around sharply. “My sister’s gone. She’s dead, George. Forgive me if I didn’t want to answer your stupid questions.” This time it was your turn to storm off as you slammed your cup down on the counter. Who was George to pretend he was the only one suffering?

George didn’t know about your sister. Your outburst suddenly making him feel like the worst person in the world. He sat there in the dark for far too long before slowly trudging up the stairs. Finding himself in front of the door to your room.

You were crying inside, the charm on your room to keep your cries silent was wearing off and George heard everything. He didn’t knock as he entered your room and you didn’t look up, hearing the door open but deciding to spare the humiliation of looking up.

“I’m sorry, I’ll keep it down.” You mumbled, biting back your tears until whoever it was is gone. When the door closed, you thought you had your moment, but that was until you saw George standing in the soft moonlight. “What are you doing here?” you croaked out, feeling your breathing heavy. George didn’t answer you, instead he grabbed your wand off the bedside table and handed it to you. You looked between him and the wand before casting the spell to surround you both in a bubble to keep the noise in the room.

George tried to find the words to say to you, the words of guilt he’d felt since you left the room, but he couldn’t. Instead he sat on the bed, feeling you sit up next to him and George did the last thing you ever thought he would. He hugged you.

You stayed frozen, feeling your tears pull through your eyes again as you let yourself collapse into him, burying your head in his shoulder and George’s hold on you tightened. His hug felt different than any other you’ve had. You’ve spent years hating him, but what was that hate now?

An illusion.

What’s the point of hating someone who’s as broken as you?

George cried silently into your shoulder, feeling for one single second, his skin crawl like it always did around you, but he was beginning to realize that maybe it wasn’t his skin crawling that he was feeling. Now, right now in your arms, you made him feel something.

You pulled away, wiping the snot and tears you had on your sleeve as George did the same, both of you letting out embarrassed laughs. “Thank you.” You whispered to him and smiled. “I needed that.”

“I did too.”

With a shaky breath, you looked into George’s eyes. “I was supposed to protect her. I was the older one, since our parents died, everything I’ve done I’ve done for her.” You hiccupped as you tried not to cry, taking your time. “She died next to me and I watched, not being able to do anything to stop it. It was too late.” You didn’t realize George was holding your hand at this point to comfort you, neither of you needing to say anything more.

George and you stayed in your room for the rest of the night, not doing anything besides cry and comfort each other. You talked all night, you sharing stories of your sister, George sharing of Fred. The last thing you remember was the sun coming up through your window as you finally dozed off with your head on George’s shoulder.

That was also the last thing George remembered, that is until he woke up a few hours later with both of you lying down on your bed with George’s arms wrapped around your waist as you laid on his chest. He didn’t move, watching the content look on your face as you slept peacefully. It was much different than ones you’d had before and George was beginning to wonder if that was just because he was around. His stomach twisted in nerves when you started moving, your eyes fluttering open slowly and you realized where you were.

He thought you would scramble off him when you saw him under him, but you didn’t. You smiled.

George didn’t realize he was smiling too, the first smile on his face in weeks but you caught it. “You have a nice smile George. I never realized before.” Your voice was so soft and George could barely handle the way his heart skipped a beat as you rested your head back on his chest. His hands shifted around your waist to pull you closer and he stared up at the ceiling of the room that matched his own, feeling your breathing as he listened.

This became a habit between you and George. Every night, after everyone was asleep you and George would meet in the kitchen before making way back up to your room and just talking and being in each others presence. You started to rely on George. He became your outlet, the one person in the house who seemed to always be breaking down as much as you had.

You were beginning to get feelings for him and by the time you realized, it was too late. Yet there was just one thing sitting in the back of your mind.

When you and George woke up together this morning, you pushed off of him and sat on the edge of the bed to think. George sat up as well, sitting next to you perfectly still before you made the first move. You threaded your fingers in with his, letting your head rest on his shoulder. George reciprocated the action, laying his head onto yours.

“Why did you hate me George?” you breathed out, needing an answer to the question you’ve been asking for years.

George didn’t say anything at first, looking at your tangled hands together. “I don’t think I ever did.”

You moved your head so you could look at him. “Then why did you always find joy in pranking me?”

Thinking it over, you had a point, he loved to prank you. He’d spend hours a day thinking about how he could prank you. It was then that George realized he didn’t spend hours a day just thinking about how to prank you. He was thinking about you. He knew all your ticks, everything to get you riled up and he knew every way possible to run you up to your last straw but he knew your limits. He knew when it was too far, he knew almost everything about you and he didn’t even know it.

“George? Are you there?” you waved a hand in front of his face and George snatched it in the air, making you confused. “Are you okay?”

“I didn’t hate you. I don’t think I ever hated you?”

You nodded your head slowly. “Are you asking me, or telling me?”

George looked into your eyes and he could see something in your eyes that told him the answer. “I never hated you. You were always on my mind Y/N. I thought it was because I hated you, because you made me feel something. But now I know what is.”

You felt yourself needing to cry again, but you weren’t sad. It was like things were finally looking up for you. After so long of running from any good emotion after your sister’s death, you could finally breathe again. “What do you feel?”

George hadn’t known how much he was leaning in as his eyes flickered down to your lips, your eyes to his and they were so close together. “I feel alive.” He pressed his lips to yours.

George and you were two broken pieces, split right down the middle, but just so happen to fit together.

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beifongsss · 4 years ago

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princess yue [sokka]

Pairing: Sokka x reader (one-sided)

Requested?: no and i’m so so sorry but i really needed to just write this bc this idea had been nagging me for the longest time and im really really sorry but the reader is the Yue’s older sister it just works with the idea im sorry they’re related to a character. also i’m sorry that the reader is female. Also, do they ever say what happened to Yue’s mom? I don’t think so, so in this fic she’s dead.

Summary: You’re the crown princess of the Northern Water Tribe. Yue, your sister has just turned 16 and is already betrothed and although you are slightly older, you are not. That changes when the avatar and his friends arrive, but not in the way you think.

In this story, Yue is her normal sixteen, Sokka is fifteen going on sixteen, and the reader is sixteen going on seventeen. So you’re a year older than Sokka. also this is short and not happy but i really needed to write this.

i’m sorry :(((

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You had struggled with your position as crown princess for as long as you could remember.

You were Chief Arnook’s oldest daughter, just one month shy of your 17th birthday when the Avatar and friends arrived. You had greeted the group upon arrival, welcoming them to your home.

As the future Chief, you had taken it upon yourself to give the Avatar and his companions a tour around the city and you had been immediately taken with the Southern Water Tribe boy. He had made many sarcastic and witty comments throughout the tour, causing his sister to continuously smack the back of his head. You had found them endearing, even teasing him back sometimes and causing his face to break out into a blush.

To say that he had been thoroughly surprised when you were introduced as the crown princess during Yue’s birthday dinner was an understatement, panic clear on his face as he remembered his earlier behavior.

He had later apologized for his language, only to be surprised when you laughed it off, finding his honesty and humor refreshing. As crown princess, and as a woman, you found it hard to interact comfortably with the members of your community. You were constantly battling with the Council, always trying to prove that you were worthy of the throne even if you were a woman.

The moment you knew that you were fond of the Southern Water Tribe boy was when he quite literally crashed into you one night as you took a walk around the city.

“(Y-Y/N)!” Sokka had yelped, cheeks blushing and eyes wide as he realized he had addressed you in a less than formal way. “I mean, Your Highness.”

You stared at him as he bowed. “Good evening Sokka. Please, bowing isn’t necessary and (Y/N) is fine.”

Sokka smiled as he stood up straight, an embarrassed blush spreading across his face. “What are you doing out here?”

“I find that taking long walks around the city helps to clear my head,” you admitted, looking away from the boy. “Would you like to join me?”

Sokka blushed brightly before speaking. “I’m actually on my way to meet with y-your sister.”

“Oh?” you replied, your eyes widening at his words. You felt your heart drop slightly and you found yourself silently chastising yourself for your feelings. You forced a smile onto your face before continuing on your way. “You should hurry then. Make sure to stay out of sight and have a good night Sokka.”

“Good night (Y/N)!” the handsome boy replied, already making his way to the bridge where Yue was waiting for him.

Your heart felt heavy as you walked back to the palace, both from knowing that Sokka was interested in your sister and because you knew that even if Yue liked him, she was now betrothed.

Your eyes burned slightly as you sat as your desk, shuffling through various Water Tribe scrolls. The council had been giving you multiple tasks to prove your worth as the next Chief and this week they had you learning about the way Water Tribe currency had changed over the centuries.

You leaned back in your seat, rubbing at your eyes before your door slammed open. You jolted up, relaxing when you noticed it was only Yue.

“Yue, what are you doing here?” you asked, standing up and walking over to greet her. You grew concerned immediately when you noticed her sobbing. “What happened?”

Yue threw herself into your arms and you immediately embraced her, guiding her over to your bed and sitting down.

“I-It’s nothing,” Yue hiccuped, trying to calm herself down. “It’s s-stupid.”

“It can’t be stupid if it’s making you upset,” you chided softly, getting up and closing your door. “Now c’mon. What is it?”

Yue didn’t speak, instead reaching under her coat and pulling out her betrothal necklace. You nodded in understanding before sitting back down. “I take it Sokka found out?”

“How do you know about Sokka?” Yue gasped, looking up at you.

“He told me!” you cried, raising your hands in defense. “I bumped into him on my walk and I asked him to join me but he declined and said you were waiting for him.”

Yue looked at you for a few seconds before crying out. “You like him!”

“No I don’t,” you replied, feeling a blush creep on to your cheeks. “You like him.”

“Fine, I do,” Yue stated, crossing her arms as a smile spread across her face. “But so do you.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you said, trying to tell your sister that you didn’t plan on making a move on Sokka.

“Yes it is! You never like anyone!”

You winced lightly at her words, knowing she was right. “It doesn’t matter Yue. We are not talking about me. We are focusing on you.”

Yue’s face fell as she remembered why she had come to you in the first place. “You’re right. He found out I’m betrothed and I really like him but I can’t be with him.”

“That’s unfair,” you said softly, your heart breaking as you looked at your sister. “He really likes you, you know?”

“He does?” Yue asked, looking up at you. “Aren’t you upset? You like him as well.”

“I’m not,” you replied, wrapping your sister up in a hug. “I care about you so much more than I’d ever are about some boy. And yes, he really does like you.”

Silence engulfed the two of you as Yue quietly let our her tears and you thought about how to help her. You closed your eyes as you came to a possible solution, tightening your grip on Yue.

“It will all work out. I know it.”

The next day, you found yourself in the Council’s chambers, dressed in your formal Water Tribe clothes. Your father, Chief Arnook, stared at you uncertainly as he thought about what you had told him the night before. To his right sat Hahn, Yue’s betrothed.

“Why have you called us here?” Anheir, the Council’s leader, asked.

“I have come with a proposition,” you replied, walking up the Council and bowing deeply. “One that I think will please everyone.”

Anheir looked at his fellow members before glancing at your father, who simply nodded once. “You may continue.”

You didn’t get a chance to speak as voices filled the hall.

“...and here is the Council’s hall,” Yue spoke. “This is where they give their judgement whenever anyone needs to settle something.”

The hall went silent once again as Yue turned away from the group she was with and faced you. You nodded at her before glancing at her companions, bowing when you noticed Aang, Katara, and Sokka.

“I’m sorry father,” Yue said, bowing as she faced the Council. “I wasn’t aware there were any proceedings going on today.”

“It’s quite alright my dear,” Arnook replied swiftly. “I’m afraid this was something very last minute.”

“What’s going on?” Aang asked, eyes wide as he looked around the grand room.

“We are settling an important matter concerning the crown princess,” Anheir said before motioning to the empty seats beside Hahn. “Perhaps the Avatar would like to sit and observe how our Tribe’s Council operates? Your companions are more than welcome to stay.”

You closed your eyes and inhaled sharply as they agreed. You shook your head slightly as Yue sat down, shooting you a confused glance. You hadn’t wanted her here during your proposition.

“Now Princess (Y/N),” Anheir addressed you once more. “You may proceed.”

You nodded once, glancing at your sister before speaking. “As you know, I am next in line for the throne, and in a little more than a year I will be ascending and taking my father’s place.”

The council exchanged disapproving looks, which didn’t go unnoticed by the Gaang.

“What’s their problem?” Sokka grumbled almost imperceptibly as he leaned closer to Yue. The princess didn’t flinch but acknowledged his words with a whisper of her own.

“Our tribe is very traditional and they do not believe that a woman, much less one who isn’t betrothed or married, should lead us,” Yue replied, her eyes shifting towards Sokka. “They don’t want her to be in charge.”

“That’s dumb,” Sokka replied, shooting a glare at the Council. Yue smiled softly at his response.

“I am also aware that you disapprove of me leading the Tribe. Please don’t deny it, I’ve heard what you’ve said to my father,” you continued, your lips twitching when you heard Aang and Sokka try to choke back their snickers. “That is why I have come to you today to offer you a solution to ease your worries.”

You took a deep breath before continuing, “I believe that the Council will feel much more at ease if I have a husband ruling at my side; someone to help me when making important decisions that pertains to the good of our Tribe. I do not think I will be able to find a husband within a year, especially not with my duties as crown princess. This is why I am here today to ask you to let me take my sister Yue’s place in her betrothal.”

The room erupted into gasps at your words. The Council looked bewildered, exchanging surprised looks with one another. Katara was also surprised at your words, letting out a gasp. Aang and Sokka’s jaws dropped and Yue stood up, making her way over to Arnook.

“Father! You can’t possibly allow her to do this. It’s my betrothal,” Yue cried out. All her life she had looked up to you for being independent, claiming that you didn’t need a man by your side and refusing every betrothal that had been proposed by the Council. You had always told her that you would be the first single, female Tribal Chief. You were everything she had ever wished she was.

“Sit down Yue,” Arnook said, his face remaining impassive. “This is the Council’s decision.”

Frowning, Yue walked back over to Sokka, but didn’t sit.

“What happened to being an independent, powerful leader?” Anheir finally asked, a mocking edge to his voice. Your jaw clenched at his words and you tried to control your temper. Meeting Anheir’s gaze, you threw yourself to your knees.

“Forgive me Council,” you stated, keeping your head bent down as you forced the words out. You were doing this so Yue could be happy. “I was wrong. There could never be a powerful female leader and I was foolish to think I could change that.”

“(Y/N), you can’t possible mean that!” Yue cried out, beginning to step forwards before she was held back by Sokka, who gave her a subtle shake of his head.

“Indeed you were,” Anheir said, agreeing with your statement. “We agree with you. You don’t have what it takes to rule alone. We approve your request. From here on out, Princess Yue’s betrothal to Hahn is no more that is, if the men agree as well.”

You shifted your gaze to your father who still remained emotionless. He met your gaze and you nodded your head, sealing your fate.

“I have no objection,” Arnook said. “I wanted her betrothed to Hahn when she first turned sixteen. I am proud to see she has finally come to her senses,”

“Father, don’t do this,” Yue begged once more. She was promptly ignored.

“What about you Hahn?” Anheir questioned, turning to face the handsome young soldier.

Hahn walked over to you and bowed deeply before straightening, a proud smirk on his face. “It would be my honor to marry the beautiful princess.”

He picked up your hand and pressed a kiss to it. “I will get started on your necklace right away.”

“What about me?” Yue cried out. “Don’t I get a say in this?”

“Be quiet Yue,” you cut in sharply, your face set in a harsh glare. “Your opinion doesn’t matter.”

Yue’s face fell immediately at your words, tears springing up in her eyes. She turned away from you, running from the hall as the Gaang went after her.

~ “I don’t understand.” Yue spoke sadly as Katara gave her a hug. “Why would she do that? She never wanted to be betrothed and if she did she always said that she wanted it to be on her terms.”

“Maybe she did this for you,” Katara said softly, trying to calm the girl down.

“I did.”

Everyone turned to face the door, where they found you leaning against it. You were still dressed formally, having followed Yue immediately after the Council had dismissed you. You walked closer, sitting on Yue’s other side and wrapping an arm around her when Katara stood up.

“What?” Yue asked, looking up at you through her tears. “Why?”

“It was the best logical course of action,” you commented with a shrug. “At least this way the Council is satisfied, I am no longer at risk of losing the throne, and Hahn gets to live out his weird power hungry fantasies.”

Yue chuckled at your words. “But now you’re engaged. To Hahn! You hate him!”

“I don’t hate him!” you exclaimed, earning a challenging look from your sister. “Okay he’s not my favorite person but at least he’s nice to look at. That’ll make being married to him somewhat easier. Besides, you would’ve been miserable with him.”

“But you had a chance at happiness,” she countered. “You could’ve had a chance with Sokka!”

The boy in question choked on his spit at Yue’s words, looking at you with disbelieving eyes. Katara’s jaw dropped, not believing that his brother had somehow managed to woo not one, but two princesses. You blushed as you swatted Yue, silently berating her for exposing your feelings.

“No, he likes you. Even if I had a chance with him I would never forgive myself for being with him when I knew you liked him,” you spoke softly, your gaze not leaving Yue. “That’s why I had to do this. Without Hahn, you’re free to be with whoever you want. I already cleared this up with dad. Your happiness means the world to me Yue, and as long as you’re happy, I will be the happiest woman in the world.”

Yue looked up at you with glittering eyes before engulfing you in a hug. “Thank you. I just wish you had told me before you did it.”

“You would’ve told me not to,” you laughed, hugging her close. “But this is the happiest I’ve seen you since mom died.”

The two of you hugged tightly, Yue finally understanding why you had gone ahead and butted in to her engagement. The silence didnt last long however, as Sokka spoke.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he began, a small smile spreading across his face. “But both of you like me?”

Katara rolled her eyes and smacked the back of his, causing everyone to laugh. “Shut up Sokka.”

“Ow!”

once again i apologize a million times for making the reader yue’s sister but this idea had been bugging me for so long and i really had to write this out.

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thearcana-junkie · 4 years ago

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ALRIGHTY! @genderless-plant-likes-thearcana Requested this a long while back, and while i did in fact finish the request; an error or something happened and i lost all my progress. Thankfully SOME of it saved (Albeit i can’t access it) they were a complete doll and sent me screenshots of what saved so i could finish it!! I want to sensearily express my gratitude for them helping me and being so patient! Thank You! Now after SIX times of writing this for it to all get deleted for stupid reasons— ONE HEADCANON COMING UP!!!

Main Six With An MC Who Can Do Great Impressions

—Nadia—

It took her aback when she heard you do a snooty impression of the chamberlain. For two reasons— One; You ever normally remarked anyone or showed obvious anger or agitation towards someone. Two; You did a near perfect impression!

“Darling that’s amazing! Do it again for me? I do believe my ears are deceiving me.” Nadia hummed.

You blushed at her compliment but nonetheless granted her request. “Oh I’m the chamberlain!! Oh, countress Nadia!! There’s a disaster that requires your imidient attention during this very unconvient time!” You dramatically threw an arm across your face as you leaned back in you chair, only dilaing back the drama when you heard Nadia giggle from across the table. “I do see what you mean my dear.”

From then on you’d do dramatic impressions of anyone who interrupted the two of you durning the day once they left the room, if for nothing else to make Nadia smile throughout the day.

Then she got curious— Could you do an impression of her?? Of course you could, in fact it was even better then the others.

She thinks of your impressions as impressive party tricks.

—Julian—

Julian found out in a rather bizzar way.

He was trying to teach Malak how to say new phrases, of course the bird refused to cooperate with the doctor. Both of their paients running thin in the kitchen while you sat in the living room listening in. You had to admit in some cruel way it made you crack a smile.

“Malak, Please I’m begging you. SAY GOOD AFTERNOON!!”Julian yelled at the bird who was tossing his plastic toy cups off the counter into the floor. “NO!” Malak yelled back at Julian who yelled in frustration. Juan’s yelling just made Malak even for frustrated; “SaY GoOD AfTErNooN MaLAK!” Malak taunted Julian while he picked up the cups the raven had thrown about in his fury. “Oh har har, Is that supposed to be your impression of me? That’s pretty low even for someone as low to the ground as you.” Julian huffed. “I’M jULIan I’M DrmAtIc AnD NeEd AtTenTiOn!!” Malak squawked. “I do not sound like that!! Who taught you that anyway!?” Julian hissed in defense.

You had moved to stand in the kitchen to watch the circus not long before Malak started doing impressions of Julian. “(Y/n)!!!” Malak cawed cheekily. as quickly as you came in you were trying to discreetly return to the livingroom, until Julian glanced at you. “Hold it right there!” Julian called, when you turned you had the biggest shit-eating grin on your face. “Yesss?” You giggled. Julian crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, his eyebrow cocked up in a playful manner. “So— You do Impressions of me with Malak when I’m not around??” He questioned. “Mostly when I’m mad because your late for dinner— but yes. Yes i do.” You cheekily smirked. “Do it then.” Julian mused.

In a matter of moments you had your hands planted firmly on the counter behind him to pin him in, You were trying to reenact a very specific scene where the roles were reversed.

“Oh. If we had the time, the thing’s I would do... Who know’s if we’ll get another chance? I want it all now. Ugh, How I’d like to ravish you...”

You quoeted Julian in his voice— The same julian who was a blushing and laughing mess above you. You had to admit you had to cover your mouth to keep your giggle fit away. “When have I ever said that??! And i most certainly DON’T make that face.” Julian barked with laughter. You did dramatic exaggerate the face you remembered him making. “Oh no you deffinately did. remember, we were in the library and you shoved us into a sight corner because a bird scared you.” You recalled with a smile.

Julian’s face dropped to a smirk as he leaned in close. “What else have I said before?” He hummed.

Let’s just leave it at; Julian deffinelty enjoys it.

—Asra—

Asra remembered you used to do goofy impressions of people way before you ever died and lost your memories. In fact it was something you both used to do together; A customer with a dramatically-fancy hat would come in, or A very grumpy client would come in. Either way when they’d left you and Asra would crack jokes and do stupid impressions of the person. It made the day feel less long, after all everyone talked about people behind their back it was just a normal thing humans do.

But after you died and came back he had to teach you everything all over again— granted he’d forgotten about those happy moments in the shop mainly from the lack of it. That is until the day you once again started commenting on goofy people who’d just left the shop, then the bitter sweet memory of laughter and stupidly inaccurate impressions came flooding back to him.

He eventually got up he courage to ask if you could do impressions or if you remembered ever doing them with him. He knew it was a long shot since even though you got your memories back you’d told him before it was very fuzzy and had hardly any details before you died, but he couldn’t just not ask even if you didn’t remember and he’d just be hurting himself he wanted to at least have a solid answer so he wasn’t speculating. You knew the basics from before your death— You remember doing the impressions of people but not any specifics other than that.

“Could you try?” Asra asked softly. “I don’t know who I’d do an impression of.” You laughed nervously. “You could do me!” Asra seemed to solve all the problems you had.

After he gave you a line to say you granted his request if for nothing else then to smooth his aching heart, your aching heart.

Asra laughed. That was a good sign. He even cried a little, “It’s even better then i remember!! Fantastic!!” He smiled.

Now— Just like before, You and Asra do impressions of outrageous people who come into your shop throughout the day.

To say Asra was happy is a giant understatement. You could feel your shared heart lighten with happiness at the fact that though you cant remember everything, there’s still a chance things could be like how they were before you died.

—Muriel—

He caught you in the act.

He walked in on you talking to Inanna about something (He really wasn’t paying attention to what was being said) when you started answering yourself with a voice you used for Inanna— officially making it a two party conversation. Inanna didn’t seem to mind, in fact, she seemed pretty interested.

“...Inanna doesn’t sound like that...” You jumped out of your skin at Muriels sudden appearence. You figured he’d think you were crazy but instead he was more concerned with the face you got her impression wrong. “Well what does she sound like the? I can’t exactly hear her talk.” You hummed after a moment. Muriel thought for a silent second.

Both him and you sat there for almost 10 minutes, he tried his best to describe Inanna’s voice to you while you tried to copy what he meant. Eventually he was happy with the results.

Now that you had Inanna’s voice down to a T, you sat behind her and outstretched her arms to Muriel while waving them around. “GIB ME CHICKENNNN!” You whined in her voice. At the mention of food her tail wagged, selling it all the more. Muriel just rolled his eyes.

Suddenly you were behind him, his arms outstretched like with the wolf habeen before. “NO! YOU CAN NOT HAVE THE CHICKEN!!!” You mimicked Muriels voice so well his brain had to take a second to process that he himself wasn’t saying it but you instead. “Your pretty good at that...” Muriel said quietly.

He did think you were really good at it! But he had To ask you stop, it made him feel uncomfortable; Like a doll being voiced. After all impressions could be dangerous when you could make literally anyone say what you wanted them to.

This didn’t mean he didn’t like you doing them, The opposite, Muriel enjoys when you make Inanna talk, or tell a story about the day you spent with your friends and did impressions of them to quoet.

—Portia—

Portia LOVES doing impressions! She’s claimed the crown of the ‘Impression Queen.” Her’s are so good (So she says.)

Now its not secret that when Portia gets excited she tends to repeat herself or even forgets she told you something. So being told the same stories a hundred times is something your used to. Enjoy even! You remember every detail of every story she’s ever told you because she has told you so often.

One day she was telling you a story she had told you already 30 times in the past month so you knew the story fairly well. In fact she was coming up to your favorite part. “Oh! I remember— And then you said ‘Ilyushka you have less brain cells than a plank of wood with a face drawn on it by a child’s crayon.’” You said word for word what she had said that day while also dong an impression of her.

Portia stopped in her tracks. “OH MY GOD THATS SO ME!” She exclaimed

Now she brags on you to the staff and your officially known as the new “Impression King/Queen”

—Lucio—

Much like Julian, Lucio found out from his bird. “Oh I’M LUcIO AnD I hAve MorE ImPorTanT ThiNgS To DO ThEN HaVe DiNNer WiTh My PatNeR!!!” Cameo copied, “Who taught you to say such a thing!! Who dare imply i don’t love my belov—“

“(Y/N)!!!” Cameo Ratted.

well then.

Lucio confronted you in your bedroom in a slightly agitated way. “So a little birdie told me you do impressions of me.” He grumbled. “Once or twice, why?” You hummed as you remembered the latest; Lucio had canceled a dinner date you and him had set that morning to have late meetings with the courtiers. Of course you were mad and did an impression of him on the balcony to make yourself feel better before promptly going to bed without him. Apparently Cameo over heard.

You cleared your throat. “Oh I’m lucio and I have more important things to do then have dinner with my partner, like galavant around with an alcoholic and his minions.” You huffed out in Lucio’s voice while finishing what Cameo had not. Lucio couldn’t decide if he should be mad or impressed. He chose the latter.

“Do another one!” He smiled, you rolled you eyes and continued on doing impressions of him and the courtiers.

Now whenever there’s some party, he pulls you out to do Impressions as a party trick. It’s become very popular AND you get to let out some of your anger by making people sound stupid.

He also doesn’t skip dinner dates anymore, if he has meetings he simply tells them he cant make it. Your the most important thing to him— Plus the thought of you being able to use his voice against him keeps him in his place.

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marvelsdc22 · 4 years ago

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The Professor And I Season 2 Christmas Special

Intro: Hello, lovelies!! I hope you guys are having a good day/night and that this week is treating you all well!! Here’s a special one for you guys, this series holds a spot close to my heart, so I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do!!

Note: Y/N is trying hard to get back to life, but after everything that has happened, they find it difficult to do so, it’s a good thing Lena’s around to help them through this difficult time.

Word Count: 1652

Season 1 Christmas Special S1 Season 2

Its been about a month now since the funeral for your father, you were slowly getting used to your new arm that Lena had helped build for you, some days were better than others, you would get irritated and fight with anyone who would try to tell you otherwise, not only were you not able to have much use with your arm, but your best friend was locked away in a place called the D.E.O. where you couldn’t go since you didn’t have the right clearance, but it was the only way for her to learn how to control her newfound powers, having almost killed you and Alex with them when you guys got into it, to say you were stressed was an understatement.

“Babe, I know it’s hard but-“ Lena tried, getting cut off by your groan of frustration as you struggled to move the fingers on your new robotic arm “Don’t act like you know how this feels! I don’t see you trying to learn to use an arm after losing your own!” You snapped, glaring at her and your features softening when you saw her wince at your tone and avert her gaze “I’m sorry” you apologized, knowing your snapping wasn’t helping anything and looking at the robotic arm, trying to move it again but failing, sweat trailing down your face from trying so hard since this required a lot of strenuous activity “It’s okay… Why don’t you take a break?” She suggested, carefully taking the arm off you so you could rest.

After she set it down on the coffee table of your guys shared apartment, she went over to you and gently cupped your cheeks “I love you, I am so proud of you” she said, looking at you and you bit your lip as you reached up with your right hand and rested it on hers “I love you too… I’m sorry you have to go through this” you apologized, knowing this was no easy task for her either “It’s worth it for you… Why don’t you go shower? Your mom is expecting us bright and early in the morning, so you won’t have time in the morning” she said, looking at you and pressing a small kiss to your lips before she pulled back, stopping when you took her hand “Join me?” You asked, just wanting her there with you since you guys had lost a lot of time together this past semester “Of course” she smiled, leading you into the bathroom.

Once your shower was over, the two of you cooked some dinner, you doing what you could with one arm before you guys cuddled up in bed for the night after dinner “I’m glad we got this place” you said, you guys having went through with your plans to move in together at semester break, having found a great place not too far from the school, but far enough to not raise any suspicion “Me too, it’s nice” Lena said, this being the closest she had ever been to someone and reaching over, gently wrapping her arms around you and pulling you to her, smiling when you nuzzled against her chest as you got comfortable and feeling her kiss your head “Get some sleep, it’s going to be a busy day” she said softly, gently rubbing your back as the two of you fell into comfortable silence.

A few hours later, you woke up with a gasp and sat up quickly, running your hands over your now sweaty face and through your hair that was still wet from the shower “Hey hey hey” Lena whispered, having woken up when you jostled the bed, turning on the lamp on her side before she rested her hand on her back “It’s okay, you’re safe, you’re with me” she said softly, hating seeing you like this, you having nightmares almost every night since you saw your father die “It’s my fault, I should’ve gotten there sooner, I should’ve-“ you rambled, starting to hyperventilate until you felt Lena gently grip your wrists before she moved to sit in front of you “It is not your fault, your father knows this” she promised, looking at your tear-stained face as you locked eyes with her, your breathing slowing down as it went back to normal “Your father loved you and he is watching you from wherever he is, he is so damn proud of you and he wouldn’t want you blaming yourself” she said, looking at you and watching as you let out a sob before you hugged her tightly “I miss him” you cried, feeling Lena tighten her grip on you “I know, baby… I know”.

The next morning, Lena drove the two of you to your mother’s house, being sure to get you your favorite Starbucks drink before you both settled in for the two hour drive, her hand never leaving your leg unless she needed to shift the gear, her driving a manual which she had tried to teach you to drive before, but that was on hold for now until you got used to your new arm which you guys had in the back so you could practice, the two of you going to stay at your mother’s for the week “Do you feel warm enough?” She asked as she stopped at a stoplight “Yeah…” You said softly, the closer you got to your mothers, the harder it was to keep your baring, so you tried not to say much.

When you guys got there and your mother opened the door, the two of you stared at one another for a moment before you hugged each other tightly, you trying really hard to be strong for her as you felt your mother let out a sob “It’s okay, he’s in a better place” you whispered, rubbing her back some as you let her cry into your shoulder, pulling back after a moment and giving her the best smile you could muster before she went and hugged Lena “Come on in, it’s too cold to be standing out there!” Your mother said, wiping her tears and giving you guys a smile before she let you both in.

“When do the others arrive?” You asked, knowing you guys would have a full house for the week since your family didn’t want your mother alone at all during these holidays “Your cousins Sarah and Jesse should be here in an hour, the others will arrive tomorrow” she said, looking at you and gesturing for you to go “Go on and get settled in your room, I’ll be in here when you get all settled” she said, giving you guys a smile before you helped Lena carry the bags into your old room “Mommmm” You whined when you saw she had put your old sheets on, the ones with One Direction on them and hearing Lena let out a chuckle “What? It’s cute” she chuckled, kissing your frown before she set the bag in her hands on the bed.

Over the course of the next few days, you guys were busy with getting last minute Christmas shopping done and decorating, to you just trying to use your new arm, the next thing you knew, it was Christmas day and your mom was cooking in the kitchen with your aunt Shelia and your grandma Betty while your younger cousins were running around in the living room, playing with their new toys “Come with me?” Lena asked, taking the coffee mug in your hand and setting it on a nearby table, leading you to the back porch after you pulled your shoes and large coat on since it had snowed overnight “Lena, it’s cold” you whined, following her as she chuckled, just leading you over to the lake right behind the house “This won’t take long, promise” she said, turning to you and giving you a small smile.

You raised an eyebrow when you saw her sudden nervous composure “Okay…” She finally said, clearing her throat as she pulled a small box out of her pocket “Lena-“ It’s not that! Not yet anyway” she assured you, having seen the panic on your face until she opened the box in her hands “This is something before that… A promise ring, I’m promising myself to you… No one has ever made me feel the way you do and if you’ll have me, I want to use this to show my commitment to you” Lena said, knowing that had been the big issue with the two of you over the semester and she wanted to make it known that you were hers and she was yours.

Staring at the ring, you couldn’t help but start to chuckle, making Lena furrow her brow “I’m sorry, I-“ she apologized, stopping when she saw you pull something out of your pocket “Ironic, we had the same idea” you said, struggling for a moment to open the box until it finally opened, a small promise ring inside it, you watching as Lena stared at it before she smiled and took it out of the box “Put it on me?” She asked, handing the ring to you before holding her right hand out and letting you slip it onto her ring finger, before she did the same with yours “No more questioning us… I’m one hundred percent committed to you” she said, resting her forehead on yours as you smiled “As am I” you said, leaning up on your tip toes and kissing her gently “Can we go inside now? My toes are freezing” you said, causing her to laugh before she pocketed both boxes and picked you up bridal style “Of course, as you wish” she said, giving you a smile before carrying you into the house, while this Christmas was sad, Lena always knew how to make you smile and one day, she would be yours… Forever.

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first light (3)

spike spiegel x oc

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chapter three: facades made of fear

↳ word count: 6,1k

↳ spoiler warning: mentions of ep06, 07, full on ep08,09 and briefly ep10

↳ other warnings: smoking, drinking mentioned, death (rip my man Rocco), ANGST.

↳ songs mentioned: Starman by David Bowie, Elton John (but only his stage name, stream Honky Cat btw!)

↳ a/n: guys! thank you sm for the endorsement! i’ve read every single one of the dm’s and i’m so grateful you’ve enjoyed the previous 2 chapters! and since i literally feel moved by your messages - why should i not post this chapter as a sunday special? it’s my thank you to y’all <3

"Jet."

"No."

"Jet."

"No."

"But Jet!"

"I said no, Rory," the man growled, visibly annoyed at the grumble of the younger woman.

"But I want to go with them to Venus!" Rory cried, almost throwing away the wrench she was holding.

"No. Last time I let you help them you ended up with a wounded leg, not to mention you got drunk with Spike last week! You're reckless!" Jet argued back as they both were working on the hangar gate that had recently broken.

"But Faye's equally reckless!"

"Faye's not you," he murmured as he felt something bouncing off of his arm. "Do not throw screws at me, you're only proving my point!"

"I want to do something exciting, Jet! I don't want to spend my whole life repairing this goddamn spaceship!" Rory continued. Today Faye and Spike were supposed to sabotage a hijacking group and some time ago they met up with the owner of the legendary Heavy Metal Queen owner.

To say Rory felt left out would have been an understatement. She had spent the past few years only fixing Bebop and, from time to time, accompanying Spike and Jet during the missions. But she never get the chance to do something on her own. With the thought that had been building up in her mind for some time, now, Rory Ray felt the need to finally became independent. She wanted to be something more than just the Bebop engineer, she longed for some action to happen.

But Jet dismissed her almost every day, saying how she was being ridiculous and had no clue what she was saying. Of course, they both knew that he was trying to protect her, simply because he felt like it was his duty, however, it started to utterly bugged Rory.

...and there was also the memory of last Wednesday that worried her...

Rory liked to compare being drunk to being almost enlightened, however, the conclusion that had recently appeared in her mind was leaving more questions than answers. Rory didn't know if Faye was right while saying the mechanic herself had some unexplained feelings towards Spike, Rory didn't know if she ever wanted to enter the romantic field ever again.

But most importantly she didn't know if Spike was capable of ever sharing those feelings with her.

"They're back," Jet informed Rory who seemed to be lost in her thoughts. "Wait, where the fuck is Faye?" He added, noticing that the only spaceship that was getting closer to them was Spike's Swordfish and the dark-haired woman was nowhere to be seen.

"Shopping? Or spending the money in another stupid way," Rory replied, putting away her tools to the box. "I'm going to make pasta, you want some?"

"Since when do you cook?" Jet raised his brow, moving away from the hangar gate.

"I try to find myself some new hobbies since I'm not allowed to leave this fucking ship," she hissed, still upset with him.

Later that day Rory found herself making dinner for everybody, as promised, and even managed to make enough for both Faye and Ein to eat. It turned out that Spike, apparently, met some suspicious man, who asked the Bounty Hunter to train him, evaporating as soon as he appeared, leaving Spike with a plant called the Grey Ash. The two men were supposed to meet again in the evening, so Spike could give him back his possession. Supposedly, the guy was in some sort of serious trouble.

When Faye came back, she suggested they leave the bounty and sell the plant, hence it was worth more than the hunt itself, yet Spike objected, purposely messing up the nickname she gave herself. Rory fidgeted with her cigarette as she spotted Spike standing up, not sure if she should start the conversation.

"Hey, where are you heading?" Rory asked Spike as he was about to leave.

"The ruins of an old ship. Gotta check something," he explained, entering the hangar.

"God, I wish Jet let me on a mission. Can you believe he told me I'm too reckless to go anywhere?" Rory spoke dramatically, gaining a suspicious-looking stare from the man. "What?" The question she asked was said with a completely different manner, her voice returning back to normal.

"Don't act like Faye, beating around the bush is pointless," he stated, opening the doors of his ship. "Just say you want to go," he added, smirking. He didn't know where his sudden hostility was coming from, yet remembering they recent night out, he assumed he didn't hated her... that much.

"Fucking hell, can I?" Rory replied, her eyes almost glowing.

"Why else would I suggest that?" Spike responded, rolling his eyes. "Just get into your own ship, I don't have space for you," he remarked, making Rory laugh.

"Sure thing, Cowboy," she answered cheerfully as she approached her Starman, another thing in her life that was named after a David Bowie's song.

"Call me that again and I'm leaving you behind," he threatened her, his facade broken by the smirk appearing on his face.

"Oh, no, please don't do that," she theatrically pouted as they left the hangar. Not a minute after they had left, a call from Bebop appeared on the Starman's screen. "What's up?"

"Where the hell are you going?" Jet's voice filled the speakers as Rory sighed.

"Out? Spike asked me to accompany him."

"No, I didn't. She wanted to go." This time it was Spike who had joined the call.

"Spike, if she gets hurt again..."

"I won't, old man, go trim your bonsais and don't worry," she sheepishly smiled, hanging up from the call.

"You're stupid," Spike responded, his face appearing on the full screen of Rory's ship.

"You're stupider," she childishly replied while fixing her hair.

"Hey, careful here, woman. Remember what I said about leaving you behind?"

"Don't woman me, idiot," she responded, however, she was surprised that instead of angrily snapping back she simply giggled.

"We're taking off, try not to bump your filthy ship on mine, will you?" Spike grinned as he began to land down.

"Hey, hey, I'm a professional pilot, don't diminish my skills," she waved a finger in front of her screen.

Spike only snorted in response and patiently waited for the Starman to land behind his own ship. As Rory joined him, she adjusted the gun she brought with herself, just in case of any possible inconveniences.

"How much do you remember about last Wednesday?" Spike finally asked her the question that was heavy on his mind. He was afraid he might have told her too much that time. The other reason being he needed the reassurance she wouldn't bring up his past to him any time soon.

"Depends on you. I could remember nothing if that lets you sleep at night," she responded, almost making the promise she wouldn't talk about their conversation unless he wanted to.

"Good."

However, the truth was she remembered most of their confessions. But feeling the same way towards her story, she wasn't willing to bring up the subject ever again.

As their needed small-talk ended, they entered the ruins of the ship, silently walking through the corridors. Rory made sure the gun was still in her sight; the previous experiences had taught her it was better being cautious rather than trusting. A harsh lesson everyone should have learned, whether it was sooner or later.

When the two of them entered the top floor, they noticed a crafted handkerchief on a rocking chair.

"Hold it right there! Both hands up!" A woman's voice rang through the room, causing Rory to rapidly grabbed her gun.

"Ray, no need," Spike whispered to her, gently putting one of his hands on her own. "We're not criminals... Woah, that makes me sound more like a criminal, doesn't it?" He responded to the woman who was pointing at them with a gun.

Rory sighed in relief when they all realized none of them meant any harm. The woman, that turned out to be Rocco's little sister, served them a brew that was surprisingly tasty. She explained to them she lost sight in both of her eyes due to the contamination on Venus and Rocco was trying to help her in some way. Although Rory wasn't saying much and simply observing their surroundings, she was pleasantly surprised at how soft-spoken Spike appeared to be when it came to strangers.

But there was one thing Rocco's sister said that Rory took almost completely to her heart

Sometimes it's easier when you can't see.

~.~

"Look at me, a poor, old man, repairing the ship alone because his assistant has left him," Jet complained as Rory and Spike came back to Bebop.

"I'm not your assistant," Rory sighed, tying her hair up.

"Yeah, you still left me, kid," he continued his sappy comment.

"I think I'm gonna shower, try not to cry about it," she replied as she disappeared into the bathroom.

The evening rolled by sooner than Rory was expecting it to, meaning that Spike was about to leave the ship again due to his appointment. Rory realized that some odd men were after Rocco, meaning that it would definitely be a dangerous mission, and there was no way both Jet and Spike agreed on her accompanying the second man.

Yet, it was still worth trying, wasn't it?

"I want to go."

"Forget it, you won't be any help," Spike answered her, getting into his ship for the third time today.

"Spike," she said his name, not coming up with a rational argument and hoping that stomping her feet like toddler would be any help.

"Calm down, Ray, will you?"

"Ugh! It's always calm down, don't go, you're reckless! I'm a grown-ass woman, I can fire my fucking gun too!" Rory argued as Spike only rolled his eyes and without saying another word left the hangar. "Why do you always treating me like a child?!" She screamed to herself, irritation filling her body. She was done with being ordered around, she was done with people restricting her own choices.

...but for some reason Spike's no meant more that Jet's to her.

So there she was, Rory Ray, a twenty-four year old who wasn’t able to make her own decisions, sitting alone in the hangar, mad both at the whole world and herself.

Yet, thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes were enough for the world to change its decision.

"Come on, kid, Spike's needs our help," Jet stated, getting into his own ship.

"Wait, what?" Rory didn't know the right answer to Jet's words. Of course, she was happy she could finally be part of the mission, but...

...Jet only interfered when things were going south.

And the notion of Spike being in danger made her unbelievably worried.

Yet without any doubt, she entered the Starman and followed Jet, only to found Spike and Rocco in the middle of a literal battlefield. And as they all continued fighting, Rory noticed her crew mate giving thumbs-up to his acquaintance, a seconds later Rocco's body falling to the ground.

"Shit, Jet! We have a problem," she mumbled to her speaker, still not used to the view of people getting shot in front of her. "Fuck, this stupid bastard is going to get himself killed!" Rory added, noticing Spike running up to the shot man.

...but it wasn't Spike whose lifeless body was escorted to the hospital. It was Rocco.

Within the next few hours, Rory stood silently in front of the hospital room his sister, Stella, was in. Spike brought her flowers and was the one who was supposed tell her that her brother was no longer alive.

It was harsh.

It was so goddamn harsh that Rory felt her nails scratching the palm of her hand as she waited for Spike in the unpleasantly white corridor. When he finally appeared, Rory saw his tense expression as he was trying his best not to show any emotions.

And Rory knew that feeling as well as him. Hiding before a tough facade seemed like the easier way not to show others you cared. But when she could ignore it when it came to herself, she simply couldn't stand Spike forcing himself to do that.

Rory didn't know what was the reason for her grabbing his hand as he walked past her. She didn't know if she wanted to comfort him or herself either.

But to her surprise, Spike didn't reject her hand on his wrist. Instead, he got closer and gently hugged her, almost like he was trying not to interfere with her personal space. For a second Rory didn't know what was happening, and most importantly, she didn't know why all of the sudden she felt so...

...calm.

~.~

Rapid footsteps, the noise of glass clinking followed by the running water from the tap, a quiet slurp.

Rory couldn't managed to bear with her own thoughts that night. The notion of the latest events was keeping her awake and she swore she would have enormous bags under her eyes the morning next.

She obviously was torn by the thought of Stella's brother death, as she was one of the people who witnessed it. But there was also the second reason; more personal one — she would've never thought she would feel that nice with Spike hugging her. It was probably more of the strangest experiences that had ever happened to her, hence Spike Spiegel rarely showed any deeper emotions.

And Rory had no clue what to do. Should she let herself see if her feelings evolve? Or maybe they already did? Was she capable of having them with someone else than Jack, the boy with whom she escaped from Earth, the boy she had experienced her first kiss with... the boy who completely destroyed her ability to trust others.

Sipping her cold tap water, covered with a purple blanket, she leaned on the kitchen counter, glancing over the spaceship's window.

"Can't sleep?" She suddenly heard the voice she didn't know she longed to hear or simply wanted to avoid.

"Yep," she silently mumbled, her stare concentrating on the male's figure that stepped into the room she was in. "You too?" Rory wasn't surprised when she received only a nod; of course he couldn't sleep either, it was a rhetorical question.

Exchanging only glances, the two found themselves in the living room a second later, sitting next to themselves on the bright yellow couch.

"Seeing people dying in front of me still freaks me out," she finally admitted, staring at her glass of water.

"You'll get used to it," Spike murmured, his gaze absent as well.

"No, I don't think I can," Rory confessed. "I know it makes me weak but I just can't."

"Not necessarily," he added with the voice that almost couldn't been heard.

"Huh?"

"It doesn't make you weak, that's just human behavior," he explained, still sounding like he was talking more to himself than her.

"Funny hearing that from you," Rory huffed, however, this time she wasn't trying to tease him. The tone of her response was oddly understanding, almost comforting. "Hey, that's my water," she added in her usual manner as Spike took the glass she was holding and took a sip himself.

"You weren't drinking it," he smirked. For the first few seconds Rory thought that his expression was just a false facade, however, she quickly realized it was more sad rather than cocky.

"That doesn't mean I wasn't planning to," she responded.

In both of their minds, they thought of how ridiculous it was; they bickered even if they both were feeling melancholic.

"Spike?" Rory asked hesitantly after they both stood silent for a while.

"Hm?"

"It may sound weird, but if you ever wanted to talk about..."

"I don't," he quickly interrupted her, however, his voice wasn't as angry as usual — it was surprisingly calm, almost like he knew she would understand his objection.

"It's completely fine then." Spike was right, she understood. Moreover, it was the first time since their conversation started, she had sent him a smile. A weak one, but it was still a smile. "Hey, you know what would be great?" The tone of her voice completely changed as she clapped her hands and grinned.

"What?" Spike rolled his eyes, trying his best not to laugh at her overly-dramatic expression.

"Drinking," she stated childishly.

"I'm not drinking with you anymore," he objected, subconsciously smiling.

"Why not?" Rory furrowed her brow, her voice resembling a confused child.

"Do you have any idea how bad was my hangover last time?" Spike asked her reproachfully, putting the glass he was holding on the coffee table.

"It's not my fault you're a weakling," she devilishly smiled, nudging him with her elbow.

"It's not my fault you're an alcoholic," he snapped back, corners of his mouth still going up.

"No, no, Cowboy, there's a difference between being an alcoholic and an alcohol connoisseur," Rory waved her finger in front of him, almost giggling at her own words.

"Yeah? Like what?" Spike wondered, raising up his brows.

"You wouldn't say you're a nicotine addict, yet you smoke," she explained.

"Huh, actually I would say that," he shrugged, the expression on the woman's face absolutely priceless.

"Well, uh, I guess then my argument's shit then," she replied, having no idea why she didn't argued back but simply confessed to her mistake.

"Yeah, as always."

"Hey, take that back!"

"But you've just said it yourself."

~.~

"Rory!"

The strawberry blonde woman sighed at her name being called in the most awfully sweet manner she could've ever imagined.

"I'm not going shopping with you, Faye!" Rory called while being underneath Swordfish. Spike had asked her to help him repair the bottom part of the ship due to the last fight he was in.

"I've never said anything about shopping, stop acting like an old lady," Valentine responded as she stumbled upon the metal parts that were laying around the floor. "First step of becoming up-to-date is quitting listening to this shitty music," she added, unplugging the wire that was attached to the speaker.

"Hey, don't disrespect Elton John like that!" Rory fumed as soon as the song stopped playing, crawling from the floor to face the intruder that at that moment was Faye.

"Great, you're good to go now," she smiled mischievously when she realized her plan had worked — Rory was no longer busy with fixing Spike's ship.

"Where, the fuck?"

"Apparently someone hacked into a satellite, we outta check it," she quickly explained, throwing a yellow cloth towards Rory, so she could clean up her hands.

"You should've said it from the start," Rory grinned as she walked up to her own spaceship. She was positive with participating when it came to joining someone on the mission, even if it might seemed utterly boring.

"Hey," Faye suddenly stopped her, her smirk widening. "Were you with Spike last night? I heard your voices in the living room," she whispered, her eyes glowing due to the possibility of hearing the gossip.

"We couldn't sleep," Rory explained simply, yet she wished she hadn't just said that as Faye raised her brows. "Jesus, we didn't do anything, we just talked," she continued, rolling her eyes. Faye Valentine was being obnoxious again and Rory absolutely despised it.

"Sure," she emphasized her response, smiling devilishly.

"Faye!" Rory hissed at the woman's expression.

"You coming or not?" She asked like nothing ever happened, jumping into the deck of her spaceship.

"Ugh, yeah," Rory sighed in response. Sometimes she truly hated the nature of Faye Valentine.

Their search for the suspicious satellite brought nothing but disappointment; it turned out that there were too many working devices in the area to be checked properly. Tired and frustrated, Faye and Rory walked into the main part of the ship, hoping that Jet and Spike got any clue about what was happening.

"What's that?" Rory pointed out at the box that Jet had brought along, before she had the chance to sit beside them at the couch.

"A souvenir from Earth," he explained as Rory picked up, what it seemed to be, a bird made of chocolate.

"Damn, I must be getting old, I've never seen them bef— what the fuck, Spike?" Rory interrupted herself in mid-sentence only to curse out the man who had just tripped her up with his leg.

She received only a smirk from him and a suggestive stare from Faye. Rolling her eyes for the millionth time that day, she threw herself on the couch Spike was sitting on the edge of, unwillingly hitting his legs with her own. She raised one of her hands to taste the oddly-shaped snack, while listening to Jet's story about the hacker called Radical Edward...

...who apparently was seven-foot-tall, ex-basketball pro, and a gay alien...

That was when Rory chocked on the earthling she was eating. Not because of the information Jet gave them, but because what she assumed to be chocolate wasn't even close to tasting like it. Ignoring Spike's silent laugh, she got up, disappearing to her workshop for the rest of the afternoon.

"Rory!"

"Faye, I don't want to hear any-fucking-more of your goddamn assumptions, how many times I have to repeat myself?" Rory sighed, looking down from the platform she was currently at.

"I'm not here to do that," she explained, leaning on the metal railing. "I came to give you some advise since, you know, you seem to appear a bit helpless when it comes to romance," she added, a cocky smile dancing on her lips.

"I don't need ‘em," Rory hummed, returning to her work and hoping that Faye would leave as soon as she came.

"Of course you do, dummy! You're the weirdest woman I've ever met!" Faye objected, laughing softly.

"God, I don't know if I want to hit you or myself with that wrench," Rory mumbled, looking at the tool she was holding.

"Quit the drama, I seriously mean it."

"Yeah, me too," she sighed.

The words Faye was saying went from one ear to another as Rory wasn't even focused on hearing the relationship advise. She didn't even know if the emotions she felt were connected to romantic interest towards Spike, or was it simply fear of losing him during one of his bounty hunts. Lucky for her, it turned out that their voice channel was being hacked, causing all of the crew to gather in the living area once again.

However, the person who contacted them was far from being tall alien with the interest for the same gender and, in fact, it was a red-headed kid with the purest smile on their face. And Rory had no idea if that wasn't the factor that surprised her the most.

The kid explained to them it wasn't indeed another hacker, who caused the troubles with the satellite but it was the satellite itself. Apparently, there had occurred an error and someone on Bebop was supposed to destroy the mechanical parts that were failing.

"No, no, no, there's no way we're doing that," Rory disagreed, recognizing the only possible way to unattached the parts. "It's all manual, one wrong move and you'll literally fry," she added, walking away from the computer.

"Kiddo's right, it's like trying to play baseball without a bat," Jet agreed. "Hey! Where're you going?" He added, noticing Spike turning on his heel and walking away.

"Now, this is the kind of stuff I like," he smiled as he was about to exit the living area. "Let's do it."

"Spike, wait!" Rory called after him, quickly catching up with him. "You can't do this, it's too fucking dangerous," she lowered her voice, partially because she didn't want to Jet and Faye to hear her and also because she was feeling the familiar shivers down her spine.

"I know," he monotonously responded, still continuing to walk.

"You can get hurt!"

"I know."

"Spike," Rory said his name once again, her tone almost pleading him not to go there.

"And why do you care, Ray? What's the reason you're so concerned about, hm?" He finally faced her, however, that was just like a death sentence for her.

All of the sudden none of the words she wanted to say could not escape her mouth.

"Because..," she mumbled, wanting to escape his burning stare. "I-I don't. I don't care, you can go."

And with that he was soon to be gone. Rory only watched his ship exiting the hangar as her hands trembled.

That was a complete lie.

She cared. She cared even more she could possibly express, that was the reason she didn't want him to go on the, practically, suicide mission.

And that's when she realized, she was nothing but a coward. A coward who couldn't say the words she meant, a coward that was too afraid to do anything.

She didn't notice, however, that this wasn't the case; she simply was more scared of expressing her feelings.

"Jet, move, I've got some engineering to do," she ordered as soon as she came back to the main part of the ship. "If I'm right, this satellite model probably has some fucked up wiring, it's an old one," she explained as Jet watched her without saying a word. To be completely frank, he was surprised at her own seriousness at that moment, not entirely knowing what was causing her to act that way. "Spike? You there?" Rory asked to the speaker, her hands now totally still.

"Aye, captain," he jokingly answered, his tone not suitable for the situation at all.

"Okay, first things first. Connect D7 to number two."

"Jet already has told me that, don't act like you know everything the best," he informed her, laughing.

"Good, listen," she continued, completely ignoring his previous answer. She needed to make sure everything was just according to the plan. "Before destroying the parts you have to reattach the three wires. First one is red, then blue, and the third one is most likely either green or yellow. You can't mess up the order, otherwise the whole satellite is going to blow up," she informed him, unconsciously fidgeting with the pencil she found on Jet's desk.

"Red, blue and the third one, got it," she heard him confirming.

"Okay, turn the computer down and, please, try not to die," Rory added, almost forgetting to breath.

"Whatever you say." And with that, the connection was broken, meaning that Spike was already completing the mission.

"Kid, you okay?" Jet finally asked the question he wanted to know the answer for for a long time now.

"Yeah," Rory whispered, her leg bouncing nervously.

"You don't seem like you are," he noted, putting an arm over her shoulder. "Don't worry, he's gonna be fine," he assured Rory, wanting to show her a bit of comfort. She definitely needed that at that moment.

"Hey, I'm not worried. I could've never been worried about this moron," she corrected him, smiling weakly.

"You're convincing me or yourself?" Jet teased her, gaining a nudge in the stomach. "Ouch, the hell?"

"Cut it, Jet," she laughed, getting up from the chair she was sitting on.

"You did pretty good coordinating him, maybe I should think about promoting you, don't you think?" His half-joke made Rory smile even more, her fear letting her go for a moment.

"I was saying that since the beginning."

~.~

"So let me make it clear, we have no bounty, again. I have to repair this moron's ship, again. And in addiction we adopted a kid, is that right?" Rory fumed as the episode of today's Big Shot ended, letting them know that they had just been scammed for the millionth time now.

"Complain about the child to Faye, she was the one who promised him the space on the ship," Jet interfered Rory's rambling as he piloted Bebop.

"Ed is not him," the redhead corrected them proudly, wandering around the cockpit.

"Oh, you're a girl, sweet," Faye added, smoking the cigarette she had stolen from Rory.

"But Ed's a boy's name," the blonde woman wondered, following Valentine's footsteps and opened her Marlboro pack.

"Ed is Ed," the girl stated.

"Yeah, that explains a lot," Rory sighed, inhaling her first puff.

"Jet, do you know there are three things that I particularly hate?" Spike's annoyed voice rang through the cockpit as he was finally the one to speak. "Kids. Animals. And women with attitude. So tell me, Jet, why do we have all three of them neatly gathered in our ship?!" He screamed, making Rory almost immediately drop her cigarette.

"Hey, which one am I?" She asked, trying to repair the tense atmosphere.

"All fucking three of them," he hissed, angrily exiting the cockpit.

"Geez, what is up with him today?" Rory shrugged, throwing her almost new cigarette to the ashtray. "I'll go check on him," she added in a completely different manner, getting up.

She found him silently smoking a cigarette in one of the corridors. Not knowing how to start the conversation, she simply stood in front of him for a few seconds before she finally decided to say something.

"Spike, is everything alright?"

"Does it fucking look like it is?"

"I don't know, you've just been acting weirdly today," she lowered her tone, fidgeting with her hands behind her back. She hated when someone screamed, it was one of her biggest pet peeve.

"I've been acting weirdly? Spike, let's go for a drink! Spike, let's go on a mission together! Spike, never mind, I don't want you to go!" His mocking tone made Rory gulped. He wasn't bickering with her, he was being completely serious this time.

"I don't talk like that," she mumbled silently, looking down. She had no clue what was going on.

"Why the fuck are you that way? Why the fuck do you care? I don't want you to care, I want you to finally leave me alone!" Spike's intention wasn't to rumble as he spoke, however, he couldn't keep his composure that time. He had never seen Rory acting that way towards him. His anger truly expressed... his fear of not knowing what was going on.

"I-I..," she stuttered on her own words, Spike's reaction leaving her absolutely speechless. "I'm sorry," she only managed to add as she turned on her heel.

She felt absolutely nothing but emptiness, cursing herself in her thoughts she had ever believed Faye. Spike wasn't capable of feelings and apparently, neither was Rory herself. Maybe it was for the best they kept the status-quo of simply being the crew mates, nothing else.

As Spike continued to sitting in the now empty corridor he felt even more angry than before. He thought that letting his frustrations out would have helped him, yet it was only at that moment he noticed it didn't and in fact, there was something else inside him that was absolutely tearing him apart.

The guilt.

~.~

Rory despised being human; she despised the need to eat, she despised the need to sleep... but first and foremost, she despised having emotions. And every time she ever felt like they were overwhelming her, she always put her work in front of every other need of hers.

But now, she also felt like the worst person in the whole universe — they were back on Ganymede, Jet's origin place. Rory knew he had some unfinished business with the woman he was once in love with, yet still, she stayed in her workshop instead of supporting him.

"Ed thinks you're sad. Why are you sad?" The little redhead girl appeared in front of Rory's platform, making her almost jump in fear at the unexpected sight of her.

"Jesus, Ed, you're going to give me a heart attack," she mumbled, picking up the hammer she had just dropped.

"Why are you sad?" She repeated, laying down on the ground.

"I'm not, Ed," she continued and as she was trying to reach for her screwdriver she realized it was gone. "Hey, give it back," she called after Ed who was playing with the tool.

"Why are you sad?"

"Ed, it's not funny!" Rory called after the girl, yet the next thing she saw was the kid running away with her screwdriver.

"Why are you sad? Why are you sad?" Ed sang, causing Rory to chase her around the ship. The scenery seemed completely out of place for the third person's perspective; a woman in the clothes covered in grease and engine oil, running after a redhead with her googles on.

Little did Rory know, the chase lead her to the outside part of the ship, where Spike's ship was currently located. It looked like an absolute mess; the red metal parts almost coming off, dirt stains all over it. Rory remembered she was supposed to fix the Swordfish, yet Spike hadn't asked her to, as he usually did; another thing that felt almost like a stab in her back, although being completely unrelated to the situation.

"Why are you sad, Ray-Ray?" Ed continued as they both found themselves outside the Bebop's hangar.

"For the last time, Edward! Give me my screwdriver back!" Rory demanded, her expression sour at the nickname the girl had just given her.

"Ray-Ray, why is he there?" Ed asked, pointing at the side of the ship of which Spike was holding onto frantically. Rory looked down, only to see the dark-haired man with a metal wrench in his hand, looking like he was almost fighting not to fall down to the cold water.

"Hey," he said, almost like he was position wasn't concerning at all.

"Hey," Rory responded in the same manner, holding her hand in front of her. "Need help?"

"Thanks," he casually said, accepting her hand as she pulled him up.

"Ray-Ray, why are you..?"

"Ed, for gods sake, can you stop?" Rory warned the girl once more as she looked at her surprised, finally handing her screwdriver over.

"Ed knows why were you sad!" She exclaimed happily and not a minute later she dived into the water, Spike was so desperate not to fell in.

"Were you, Ray-Ray?" Spike repeated the nickname Ed gave the woman, raising up both of his brows.

"Was I?" Rory asked herself sarcastically, attaching the returned screwdriver to her belt. "Your ship looks like trash," she claimed, taking a closer look at the Swordfish. "If you want to do repairs yourself, you should start with the top part, it's falling apart," she noted, crossing her arms.

"You don't say," he mocked her, standing next to her. "Look, Rory..."

"Shut up and give me that wrench," she interrupted him, crawling onto the platform, so she could fix his ship herself. Spike looked at her, confused, only to give her the tool she asked for.

She let herself become absorbed in the work, trying her best not to look at the man. She tried unbelievably hard not to start a conversation with him, telling herself they would both benefit from it. Spike didn't enjoy her company either ways, or that's what she had been telling herself since yesterday. She figured out that distancing herself from Spike would be the greatest idea she could've ever came up with...

Even if it unimaginably hurt her.

It was the right decision, especially now, when she was sure he wasn't interested in her in the slightest.

"You have to promise me if Jet asks for your assistance today you're going to help him," she said after ten minutes of silence that almost seemed for both her and Spike like an eternity.

"Where's he anyways?" Spike asked, while working on the bottom part of his ship.

"The past is catching up to him... and I'm afraid I can't help him if he gets in trouble," she briefly explained, polishing the metal part than seemed to sunken from some sort of a bump. "Spike?" Rory finally addressed him directly, getting ready to say the things she had finally made up in her mind.

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry for being obnoxious, I'll try to be a simple crew mate the next time something happens," she stated, her glance not meeting his for even a slight a moment.

"Sure," he responded without any sight of care.

It was just what he expected, right?

Then why did he feel like he had just made a mistake?

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