#which is fun cause i struggle writing fluff so we’ll see if people enjoy

[penumbra-mayhem]

Tank’s wolf with Quinn vs. Sam (i.e. ‘hellhound’ vs ‘pup’)

(Inspired by my post and @lookitseddie’s post)

TW: domestic violence, general violence

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Quinn knows his ‘hellhound’ is dangerous, so he uses their loyalty as a leash. He decides when they shift and controls what they do when they shift.

Sometimes, his ‘hellhound’ is used as a guard dog, standing post behind Quinn so he appears intimidating or powerful to other vamps or potential business partners. One word or whistle from Quinn and his ‘hellhound’ will elicit bone-chilling growls that’ll quickly make anyone compliant to Quinn’s wishes.

Other times, his ‘hellhound’ is a fighting dog. He enters them into underground werewolf cage fights and rakes in money from their undefeated streak. Or he’ll use them as a weapon against anyone who dares to attack him.

Quinn always leaves them to lick their own wounds, never getting them a healer and certainly never healing them himself. He’s much quicker to hit than to heal—which he does when they “screw up”.

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Sam knows his ‘pup’ is scared. He lets them approach him, whenever they feel comfortable. There’s never a demand for them to shift.

With him, Sam’s ‘pup’ learns the joys of their wolf form. They stick their head out of Sam’s truck on late night drives, tongue streaming from their mouth like a ribbon. They run in the woods, sometimes with Sam, sometimes on their own. They lounge in the sun, then retreat inside and let Sam feel the sun’s warmth through their fur.

His ‘pup’ still fights, but it’s always their choice. And their fighting is different. They fight with a bit more reserve; they learn not to fling themself at everything with no regard for their own safety. Their wolf form is a shield, not a weapon, and they use it to protect those they love.

Sam tends to their wounds every time, with gentle hands and many kisses. He cleans the blood from their fur and the dirt from their eyes. And he never raises a hand against them. Never. Not his ‘pup’.

[panda-writes-kpop]

who you gonna call? (winchesters!) ~ k. br.

a/n: raaaahhh happy SuA day!!! a little late on the international end of things but it's better late than never, right? anyways enjoy this fic, I had so much fun writing it that I may get back into watching supernatural. :) also the title is based on an edit of the winchesters brothers to 'ghostbusters' by ray parker jr!

I normally don't do a separate trigger warning for specific triggers, but since this is the first time that a piece of work has touched on such a serious topic, I wanted to put a big disclaimer out there. There is a scene in the fic where suicide is discussed as a possible cause of death. There's isn't any more graphic of a description than the word being thrown around once or twice; however, I feel it is my responsibility as an author to inform you of this. That being said, if you or a loved one are struggling, here's a list of international suicide hotlines that can help you if you need them. take care of yourselves, my loves, and remember that you all are beloved by me. ❤️

tw: BRIEF MENTION OF SUICIDE, main character death, lots of blood and gore in this one, not accurate to the Supernatural episode (Season 1, Episode 5) that it is based on, reader's parents died at an early age, it's a mixed bag of angst, fluff, and hurt/comfort with an open ending

summary: after one of the worst nights of your life, a pair of "reporters" roll into town and ask you questions about your dead friend. unfortunately, one of the girls, SuA, is a bit too charming for her own good. your curiosity towards the girl brings you closer to her, and it brings SuA closer to solving your friend's death, as well as the death of your parents.

♡ Masterlist ♡

“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody-”

“Stop!” You cry out before shutting your eyes. “Don’t do this!”

“You know it’s not real, right?” Ryujin looks at you as concern laces into her voice. “We can leave, if you’re uncomfortable-”

“You’re both chickens!” Yuna teases you before turning back to the bathroom mirror. “O’ spooky mirror ghost, tell these losers to go back home!”

She cackles as you open your eyes and place a steady hand on the counter.

“Yuna, I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” You bite your lip as tears start to form in your eyes.

Yuna’s smile immediately fades as she pushes Ryujin aside to pull you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry! I was just playing around, and I didn’t mean to make you cry.” She whines before placing her head on your chest. “Please forgive me!”

With pleading eyes, Yuna looks like a wounded puppy as you gently comb your fingers through her hair.

“It’s alright, Yuna,” You reassure her as your free hand wraps around her side, “I know you didn’t mean any harm. I’ve just been sensitive to these things since people started spreading those haunting rumors after my parents died.”

“Those people are assholes,” Ryujin injects, “and you shouldn’t pay them any mind.”

Yuna bobs her head up and down before letting you out of her arms.

“That’s why you’ve got us!” She proudly says before looking in the mirror. “We’ll protect you from anything, ghost-related or not.”

You let go of Yuna before heading towards the bathroom door.

“Thank you, to the both of you.” You wipe away the tears that threaten to fall as Ryujin grabs your hand and guides you away from the bathroom.

“C’mon, I’ll make you some hot chocolate and we can talk about those cute girls you’ve been seeing at college.” She teases as you smile back at her.

“Girls? What girls?” You play dumb, which causes Ryujin to laugh.

“You know exactly what I mean.”

Your other hand catches the door frame as you look back at Yuna.

“You coming?”

“In a minute!” She gleefully says as you remove your hand from the doorway.

A second later, and it would’ve been crushed by Yuna slamming the door shut. You allow Ryujin to drag you to the kitchen as your thoughts begin to wander.

It’s silly to believe those rumors, right? Maybe I should be brave like Yuna and face them head on.

~

After Yuna slams the door shut, she turns the light off and grabs the candle from the sink. With a spare match that she stowed away in her pocket, she lights the candle and sets it back onto the counter.

Yuna looks at herself in the mirror, locking eyes with the reflection that looks back at her, as she smiles to herself.

“It’s just a child’s game - what harm could it do?”

She leans close to the mirror before whispering, “Bloody Mary.”

A single shiver runs up her spine - fear? adrenaline? panic? fate?

She sighs to herself. 

This is stupid.

“Bloody Mary.” Her voice rings out again, and this time, the candle wavers in the wind.

Yuna looks out to the window in the bathroom, but it isn’t wide open or slightly cracked. It’s completely shut, with no holes to be seen.

A new shiver runs down her spine - this one she identifies as pure terror.

What’s going on?

“Bloody Mary.” 

The words leave her lips before she can stop herself. Yuna immediately turns on the lights and looks around.

There’s nothing here - you’re just a scaredy-cat!

She breathes out before wiping a tear from her eye.

I must’ve really scared myself if I started crying.

She looks down at her hand, expecting to see nothing but a teardrop, but she sees blood.

Her blood.

A scream is caught in her throat, threatening to escape as she looks in the mirror.

This time, she sees blood falling from both of her eyes, and a shadowy figure in the back.

A woman.

Bloody Mary.

~

You grab the warm mug from Ryujin’s hands before taking a sip of the hot chocolate. Like an impatient child, you take a sip and are immediately reminded why doing so is a terrible idea. You quickly set the mug back down as the liquid in your mouth is scolding your tongue and throat as it travels down to your stomach.

“Fuck,” You wipe your lips, “that’s hot.”

“It’s hot chocolate, you know.” She nudges your arm before taking a seat next to you in the dining room.

You roll your eyes as she laughs at her own bad joke.

“Thanks, Einstein.”

Her mug sits on the table, right next to yours, as her hand grabs your arm.

“How’s college life? Meet anyone special?”

“Not yet. I’m focused on my studies.” You shrug off her nosiness, but Ryujin’s persistent.

“You can’t just spend the rest of your life slaving away at work, you know.” 

“You can’t just spend the rest of your life working at a shitty cafe, Ryujin.” You mimic her voice as she loudly gasps.

“Excuse you! My caramel macchiatos are anything but shitty!”

You both laugh before falling into a comfortable silence.

Her fingers run up and down your arm, and you find comfort in the gesture. She’s been your closest friend since your parents died, back during your first year of high school. Through her, you met Yuna, her neighbor and childhood best friend, who had the biggest house on the block.

It was easy to escape the pain of being in a home with no parents when you could simply spend every night at a friend’s house. It wasn’t like their parents complained - you all got decent grades and stayed out of trouble, so what was the harm?

“It was nice of Yuna to offer her house to me since I’m in town for the week.” You say, as Ryujin nods.

“Her house is always open to me. The benefits of being neighbors, I suppose.” She looks over to the hallway where the bathroom is. “Yuna, come out here before your hot chocolate gets cold! I don’t want to hear any complaints if it already is!”

You laugh before looking out to the hallway.

“That’s odd. She’d usually have some sort of smartass comment to say by now.” You glance at Ryujin, who seems perplexed by Yuna’s odd behavior.

“You’re right. She’s never this quiet. Do you want to check in on her, or should I do so?”

“I’ll do it.” You quickly get out of your chair and head towards the bathroom.

“Yuna!” You call out to her as you slowly approach the bathroom door. Nearly every light in the house is on, yet you feel some sort of darkness around you.

C’mon, Yuna, now is not the time for jokes.

“Yuna, please come out! Ryujin and I, we’re worried about you!” You stop before the door, fist raised to knock against it.

You knock once, twice, thrice.

No response.

“Yuna, please!” Your voice becomes more desperate as you continue to knock. “This isn’t funny!”

You try to open the door, you’re past the social politeness of knocking in case she’s taking care of private business. You’re worried that she slipped and fell, or maybe she hurt herself and didn’t want to say anything-

A key. There has to be a key somewhere.

You look down to see if you can spot a key, but your eyes widen at the sight in front of you.

Blood soaks into your shoes and the carpet below your feet.

You shriek in terror.

“What’s wrong?” Ryujin races around the corner as you start sobbing.

“Call an ambulance! I think Yuna’s, she’s-” 

You choke on your own tears as Ryujin scrambles to find her phone to call for help.

Your mind can’t help but to make a terrible comparison, one that you thought you would never have to relive.

This was exactly how you found your parents, all those years ago.

~

“Mom! Dad!” You call out from your bedroom. “You guys forgot to turn off the hallway light!”

You tightly hug your stuffed rabbit as you wait for one of your parents to respond. They were the two people you trusted most in the world, even though you were a young teenager.

Making friends didn’t come easy to you, especially not in high school, when most of the friend groups had already been decided.

You did talk to this one girl in your math class - Ryujin - but she was more of a study buddy than anything. A friend that simply saw you as a means to an end.

How tragic.

“Mom! Dad!” You call out for them again, wait for a response, and then get out of bed. “I wanted to stay curled up in bed, but I can’t do that when you guys are ignoring me!”

You sigh before putting on your slippers and trudging towards the hallway.

You exit your bedroom and turn to the left as you find the lightswitch with ease. That, however, isn’t what peaks your interest.

It’s the steady stream of a red liquid coming from the master bathroom.

“Mom…” You trail off before walking towards the door. “Dad?”

As you approach, a metal tang hits your nose. It isn’t any red liquid - it’s blood.

~

Red and white lights consume your vision as you sit on the steps of the front porch. In the distance, you can hear Ryujin talking with one of the paramedics, but it all feels like white noise to you.

Could it really be? Could the same entity that killed my parents really have done this to Yuna?

It’s all a jumble of lights, endless questioning, and paranoia until a hand meets your shoulder.

You look up at Ryujin, who tries to give you a forced smile.

“What did they say?” You softly ask as Ryujin takes a seat next to you.

“They think it was a stroke, or some other heart condition. That’s the only thing that could’ve caused her eyes to be like that.”

“Her eyes were liquified, just like my parents.” You quietly say. “Paramedics said they died of strokes, too.”

“But I don’t get it. Yuna ate healthy, exercised regularly, and didn’t seem stressed at all. That’s why they’re looking into suicide as a cause of death too.”

“You can’t be serious, Ryujin,” You glare at her. “Suicide?”

“We never really know what’s going on in someone’s head.” She shrugs before letting her head fall between her knees. “How are we going to tell her family about this? We should’ve been in there with her, maybe we could’ve caught the signs sooner-”

You lean your head against her shoulder and offer her a bit of comfort.

“Trust me, dreading the past doesn’t help at all.”

“What are we supposed to do, then?” 

When Ryujin lifts her head to meet your eyes, she hides her face in a valiant effort to hide her red eyes and quiet sniffles. You gently rub circles into her back as she grabs your shoulders and pulls you closer to her.

“We grieve, we remember, and we move forward with our lives.”

~

“Hustling for pool money again?” Siyeon asks, not daring to lift her eyes from the newspaper.

“Uh-huh.” SuA tosses a stack of cash on the bar table. “What do you think?”

“That it’s better than the credit card scams, but worse than an actual job.” Siyeon bluntly says before SuA grabs a chair, spins it around, and takes a seat.

“Think what you want, but it’s money and it’s right there.” She proudly smiles before looking at Siyeon. “Speaking of jobs, have you found anything?”

“This might interest you.” Siyeon grabs a pen and circles an article in the paper before tossing it to SuA.

“What am I looking at?”

“A girl from a prominent family died about a month ago. Shin Yuna was her name.” Siyeon explains.

“What’s so special about her that requires our… unique expertise?”

“Read the autopsy report in the paper. Her eyes were completely liquified, and they found most of the blood in her body within her skull. They claim that her cause of death was a stroke.”

“No shit.” SuA bites her lips as her eyes gloss over the page. “Are we dealing with a pissed-off spirit, a deranged vampire, or something else?”

“I say that we give it a look before those men over there get mad at you for your hustling.” Siyeon grabs her jacket as SuA takes a sip of beer from the stein in front of her.

“Hustling is an underappreciated art form.” SuA argues before putting on her leather jacket. “Let’s go.”

Siyeon shrugs before grabbing the newspaper from SuA.

“Let’s go.”

~

“This feels wrong.” Siyeon raises her fist to the door before looking back to SuA’s ‘67 Chevy Impala. “Are you sure there isn’t anyone else we can talk to first?”

“Family and next of kin is always the best source.” SuA adjusts the aviators on her face as she admires her reflection in a side view mirror. “We have to rule out witchcraft and demonic possession, just so we can be sure that we’re dealing with a pissed-off spirit.”

“Yuna’s family… her parents have been through enough. Should we really not start anywhere else?” Siyeon’s hesitation causes SuA to sigh and walk towards the house.

“Where has this hesitation come from? It’s not like you.” SuA places her sunglasses on the top of her head before knocking on the door.

Siyeon crinkles her nose in disapproval before moving to the side.

“Mr. and Mrs. Shin, a moment of your time!” SuA calls out while banging on their front door.

She stops for a moment and waits for an answer, but no one responds or comes to the door.

“They must be out of town.” Siyeon shrugs before watching SuA grab a bobby pin from her hair. “Don’t tell me you’re going to-”

“You said they weren’t home,” She argues, “and we have to learn about our victim one way or another.”

She places one knee on the ground as she lowers herself to be eye-level with the door. One hand grabs the door knob while the other takes the bobby pin and begins to mess with the lock and-

Easy does it, baby.

“Hey, I’m pretty sure trespassing is illegal in all parts of the world!” A voice yells, which breaks SuA’s concentration.

Startled, she launches herself to her feet before Siyeon walks backwards and falls into SuA, sending them both to the ground.

“Nice one.” SuA grumbles before Siyeon scoots aside.

“You tried breaking in!”

“You encouraged it!”

“You two have to be the worst thieves I’ve ever seen.” A pink-haired girl walks from the next-door house to greet them at Yuna’s home. “Or you’re the next Nancy Drew in-training.”

“Who are you?” SuA quickly stands up before offering a hand to Siyeon.

Siyeon takes the hand and quickly reaches for her wallet in her back pocket, most likely looking for whatever fake ID will get them out of a potential cop car ride.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” She innocently tilts her head as her piercing gaze makes SuA sweat under her leather jacket. “The nearest police station is five minutes away, and I know the deputy’s daughter-”

“Ryujin, that’s enough!”

SuA lets out a heavy breath as her knight in shining pajamas appears at Ryujin’s side. With messy bed hair and a kind smile, they look much less terrifying (and much cuter) than Ryujin.

~

“Ryujin, that’s enough!” You march towards Yuna’s house as Ryujin sheepishly backs down from the two women in front of her. “They’re probably interns at a newspaper who were sent to look into Yuna’s death.”

“Yeah, sorry we forgot to mention that to you.” The taller one rubs her neck before putting her wallet away. “I left my college ID in my car, I can go get it for you if you’d like-”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” You shrug before looking at her, “Names are enough for me.”

“Siyeon.” The taller girl sticks out her hand, which you gladly shake.

“And you?” You look over to the smaller girl, who simply smirks.

“You can call me the woman of your dreams.” She flashes you a charming smile before Siyeon elbows her in the gut. “Fuck! What was that for?”

“Her name’s SuA.” Siyeon apologetically says as SuA grabs her stomach in pain. “She can be a bit… much at times.”

You simply smile at SuA, who leans against the doorframe to look tougher.

And less like a child who got their hand stuck in the cookie jar.

Cute.

“SuA, Siyeon, it’s nice to meet you,” You say before quickly introducing yourself, “and this is Ryujin.”

“You still didn’t tell me why you’re knocking at our dead friend’s front door.” She deadpans as you place a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s better that they bug us instead of her parents,” You say, “who have been out of town since the funeral. Rumor is that they’re going to sell the place, but it’ll most likely get torn down.”

“Right. No one wants to live in a house where a woman died.” Siyeon looks at the door for a moment. “Is there any way we could look inside? For our article, we need a full biography of the victim, and we thought her childhood home might fill in the pieces that we don’t know.”

“Yuna.” Ryujin sternly corrects Siyeon. “Her name is Yuna.”

“I-” Siyeon pauses, rethinking her answer. “Yuna, of course. Apologies.”

Ryujin scoffs before nodding. 

“I wouldn’t feel comfortable being in there without her parents’ permission, but we can talk to you in Ryujin’s house.” You clarify before Ryujin can say something argumentative in response.

That, however, does not completely stop her from responding as Ryujin’s head snaps towards you.

“You can’t be serious! They’re strangers-”

“-Yet, they’re much better than the other reporters and photographs that have come around here.” You say before beckoning SuA and Siyeon towards Ryujin’s house. “C’mon, we can tell you everything you need to know. We were her closest friends, and we were there when she died.”

You don’t miss the way that SuA’s eyes light up when you say the last part.

She must be really invested in this case.

~

“This hot chocolate is really good.” SuA remarks before offering her glass to you. “Want some?”

“No, I’m alright,” You lean towards SuA with a smile, “but Ryujin’s coffees are so much better.”

“Are you shit-talking my hot chocolate?” Ryujin yells from the kitchen as you slide into the stool next to SuA.

“I thought you said it was okay to do so, as long as you said your coffees were better!” You holler back as Siyeon takes a seat next to SuA.

“My coffee is fantastic, by the way!” Ryujin says as you chuckle to yourself.

Never change, Ryujin.

“Maybe I could buy you some, as a treat for your hospitality?” SuA gives you a wide grin before nudging your shoulder.

“Maybe.” You teasingly shrug before looking at Siyeon. “Are you sure you don’t want anything besides water?”

“No, I’m alright. I feel like we’re imposing on you already.” Siyeon gives SuA a sharp glare before looking back at you. “Do you mind if we ask you some questions about Yuna? It’s not exactly surface-level stuff, and if we cross any boundaries, be sure t-”

“-Did you notice anything weird going on with Yuna before she died?” SuA enters the conversation with the gracefulness of a one-ton elephant. “Any flickering lights, sulfur around window sills, increasing or decreasing temperatures…”

“No, none of that,” You shake your head before thinking, “but there was one thing that she did say, before she died.”

“What was it?” SuA looks deep into your eyes, and you’d blush under any other circumstance.

“The three of us - me, Ryujin, and Yuna - were in the bathroom a few minutes before she died. When we were in there, Yuna was teasing me and she started chanting Bloody Mary in the mirror. I stopped her before she got to the third one, but I can’t help but wonder…”

You bow your head for a moment to recollect yourself before speaking again.

“...I’m sorry, you didn’t come for speculation. So no, there wasn’t anything weird with Yuna before she died.”

You glance over at Siyeon, then to SuA. The two girls are staring at each other with an intrigued look on their faces.

They can’t actually believe this story, right?

“Have there been any other deaths like this in town?” Siyeon asks.

Here we go.

“Two, actually,” You start to chew on your lip, “my parents.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” 

The words fly out of Siyeon’s mouth as she tries to pick her jaw up off the table. 

“Don’t be, it was seven years ago. But yes, when I found them, their eyes were liquified, just like Yuna’s.” You offer a weak smile to your companions, both of which look like they’d rather be five feet under the ground than right next to you.

And everyone wonders why I don’t like to talk about my parents - the response is always similar to this.

“Can I ask a stupid question?” SuA takes a sip from her mug after responding.

“Shoot.”

“Did you play Bloody Mary before your parents died?”

Your eyes widen as SuA’s bluntness.

“I-”

“SuA!” Siyeon reaches behind you to smack SuA on the shoulder. “Why would you ask something like that?”

“I’m forming a theory on what’s happened here,” She pauses for dramatic effect, “a damn good one if you ask me.”

Siyeon clears her throat before grabbing her water and standing up.

“Alright, we’re done here. Pardon my partner’s rudeness.” Siyeon walks over to SuA and hauls her onto her feet.

“But my hot cocoa-” SuA whines, which causes you to laugh.

“It’ll be here if you have any more questions.” You wave at the two girls as they bicker and exit the house at the same time.

Ryujin slowly approaches from the kitchen with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Why’d you tell them all that? You know they’re not reporters, right?”

“I don’t know, Ryujin,” You say before patting the vacant stool on your left, “there was something different about those two. They might just be nosy tourists, but I think they might be able to find something in connection with Yuna and my parents.”

“Be honest - you just let them in because SuA was eye-fucking you-”

“RYUJIN!”

~

“Alright, SuA, what’s your theory?” Siyeon places her feet on the dashboard before SuA swats them away in disapproval.

“We’re not dealing with a demon or a vampire or a werewolf. This is just a seriously pissed-off spirit. One that looks like Blood Mary, apparently.” SuA says before turning the car to the left. “We need to look into unsolved murders in the area. Perhaps one that has to do with eyes?”

“Spirits do like to kill their victims in ways that resemble how their murderer killed them. A twisted sort of revenge.” Siyeon nods along. “What would cause the spirit to attack once, and then not attack until seven years later? Usually, these sort of killings happen in rapid succession.”

“That’s the part that has me stumped, too.” SuA pulls into the motel parking lot with ease before putting the car into park. “Let’s get some sleep and see what we can figure out in the morning.”

~

“Shit.”

SuA runs her fingers through her hair as she stares at the headline for the morning news broadcast on TV.

A Deadly Sleepover: Three Teens Found Dead in Local Home!

“You think it’s our spirit?” Siyeon asks as SuA places her head into her hands.

“They said that the girls had their eyes liquified.” SuA absentmindedly looks up to the ceiling.

Why does there always have to be more deaths before we catch our murderer?

SuA watches Siyeon sort through a few newspaper clips while looking at her computer.

“Tell me you’ve got a lead.” SuA taps her foot against the motel flooring as Siyeon nods.

“I do. I cross-referenced local unsolved murders with any autopsy reports of eye gouging or similar injuries, but I couldn’t find anything on the victim’s side.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” SuA asks as Siyeon hands the computer to her.

“Look here. Lucinda Brown, 25 years old. She was murdered in her home by an older man who had his eyes gouged out at the scene of the crime.”

“Jesus.” SuA scrolls through the autopsy reports. “You think this is our girl?”

“Timeline matches up. Lucinda was murdered twenty years before any murders occurred here. That’s enough time to drive any person, living or dead, to insanity. Speaking of, her murderer managed to escape jail time by pleading that he was mentally unwell at the time of the murder.” Siyeon replies.

“Alright, so what do we do now? Dig up some old bones and give them a communion in fire?” SuA suggests, which is quickly shot down by Siyeon.

“The woman was cremated, so that’s a no-go. There must be something else tying her to the mortal world.” Siyeon ponders for a moment. “Let me see the laptop again.”

“Sure.” SuA hands it back to Siyeon before looking at the TV.

The reporter’s interviewing a neighbor who had heard nothing of the incident, except that the girls had been playing Bloody Mary with a handheld mirror in the backyard.

“Bingo,” With a satisfying click, Siyeon turns the laptop to face SuA, "we've got our object of interest.”

On the laptop monitor is a picture of the crime scene from Lucinda Brown’s home. It’s obvious that this was a home invasion - a dresser was knocked down in the background, sheets were tangled with each other on the floor, and blood was splattered across every possible surface in the room.

No wonder the family cremated the poor girl.

SuA’s eyes drift up towards the middle of the picture, where a floor-length mirror stares back at her. In the middle of the mirror, written in blood, is a simple message: Help Me.

“She knew she was going to die there.” SuA softly says. “One last act of rebellion against her killer. I think we’ve got our ghost, but the question remains: where’s that mirror?”

~

“I can’t believe you still kept the thrift store, after all of these years.” Ryujin adjusts the cap on her head before leaning over the counter. “I know it’s your parents, but that place gives me the creeps.”

“I know.” You nod as you stare out of the cafe window. “There’s just a part of me that would hate to see it go to ruin.”

“So you just leave it in limbo?”

“So I just leave it in limbo.” You answer as she looks over to the register. 

“You could always come work with me, y’know. I might own this place one day.” Ryujin’s eyes sparkle with ambition, and you can’t help but laugh at her goals.

“You work on that, Ryujin.” You take a step back before the door opens. “Well, if it isn’t our reporter friends.”

“Friends?” SuA scoffs before walking in. “I thought I left a better impression than friends.”

“Maybe I want you to make a better impression now.” You tease before grabbing your coffee. “Order something first, and then we’ll talk.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” SuA rushes over to talk with Ryujin, which causes laughter to fall from your lips.

Wonder if she’s like this with every person she meets…

“Siyeon.” You greet her as she admires the display of baked goods. “You should try the donuts so Ryujin doesn’t have to burn anything in the oven.”

“It was one time!” Ryujin yells as she writes SuA’s order on a cup.

“I’ll get something in a minute, but I wanted to ask you if you saw the news this morning.” Siyeon places her hand on the display case as her eyes look through the different options.

“I did, yes,” You lower your voice before asking, “do you think it’s related to the other deaths?”

“Given that the girls had the same wounds that Yuna did, I’d say there’s a strong chance that it is.” Siyeon quietly answers.

“Do you know how to stop them?”

“We have a strong idea. Have you seen a mirror like this?” Siyeon grabs a folded-up piece of paper and hands it to you.

You grab the paper and carefully unfold it, and you gasp as you stare at the crime scene in front of you.

“I-” You pause as you notice the mirror in the corner, “I think I’ve seen that mirror before. My parents used to have one just like it in the thrift shop that they owned.”

Siyeon’s eyes widen as she looks over at SuA.

“I’m listening, hold on.” SuA hands her card to Ryujin before walking over to the two of you. “Mind if we take a look around there?”

“I thought you wanted to have a coffee shop date.” You smile as she bashfully looks away for a moment.

“Ah, so now it’s a date.” SuA chuckles before leaning against the counter. “We can change plans, as long as you don’t mind having a third wheel.”

“As long as you two aren’t making out in the back of the Impala, I don’t really care.” Siyeon shrugs before Ryujin hands her a baked good.

“Here’s one slightly toasted-but-not-burnt donut.” Ryujin says before grabbing a coffee from the back. “And your black coffee, you heathen.”

“I prefer my coffee black instead of liquid sugar, thanks.” SuA remarks before taking a sip. “Perfect.”

“Whatever.” Ryujin rolls her eyes before looking out of the window. “Hey, did you see that woman?”

“What woman?” You look out to the road, but there’s not one car or person outside except the Chevy Impala.

You notice the visible panic on Siyeon’s face as she walks over to Ryujin. 

“What does she look like?”

“Well, she had pretty blonde hair, but her face was a little messed up. It almost looked like she was dead or something…” Ryujin confesses.

“Fuck.” SuA sets her coffee aside before grabbing Ryujin. 

“What are you doing?” She frantically looks around as SuA drags her to the car.

“If you want to live, you have to come with us.” 

The door slams shut as Siyeon follows after her.

“We’ll explain in the car, I swear.”

~

“Are you serious?” Ryujin breathes deeply through her nose as Siyeon covers the rearview mirror with a small towel. “If so, I’m fucked.”

“But she didn’t say Bloody Mary three times!” You try to reason with SuA as she steps on the gas after pulling out from the parking spot.

“It doesn’t seem to matter who said it.” SuA runs a red light in town as you fumble with the keys in your hand. “What can you tell us about that mirror in your parents’ thrift shop?”

“I remember that they sold it to a woman in our neighborhood, a few weeks before they…” You trail off. “You’re telling me that this mirror killed my mom and dad?”

“Not the mirror as much as the spirit attached to this.” Siyeon says as she lowers the passenger seat window.

“This is insane, right?” Ryujin looks over to you with a look of fear that doesn’t normally sit on her face. “I can’t believe that you believe this!”

“I mean… I’ve always felt that there was something wrong about their deaths, but I didn’t think it was a literal haunting. I just thought it was a mean rumor that the neighborhood kids saw.”

“The same kids that would play Bloody Mary with that mirror?” SuA asks as you point out the thrift shop in the distance.

“You guys have done more to solve my parents murder in the last twenty-four hours than the police have done in seven years.” You shake your head. “I don’t know how I could thank you.”

“Let’s save your friend first, and then let’s talk about thank you’s, alright?” SuA pulls into a nearby parking spot as you hand Siyeon the keys.

“Are you positive that the mirror is here?” Ryujin looks over to you as you nod.

“The woman who bought that mirror had died a few weeks later, of an actual stroke, and one of her children took it with them when they moved out of her house.” You explain as SuA nods along.

“That explains the lack of murders in seven years, but that means someone brought it back to your town.” 

“I’ve used the thrift shop as a storage unit since my parents’ house was torn down two years ago. A few weeks ago, I saw that someone placed a floor-length mirror outside of the back door, so I brought it inside so it wouldn’t get smashed.” You hand the picture back to Siyeon. “The same mirror in that photo, minus the bloody message.”

“I hate to rush the exposition, but I’ve seen Bloody Mary in your side mirror.” Ryujin says before slapping a hand over your eyes. “Can we please get this show on the road?”

“Right. You get the hammer, I’ll get the shotgun.” Siyeon says as she and SuA exit the car at the same time.

“I’m fucked, aren’t I?” Ryujin whimpers as you rub her shoulder. 

“They hunt ghosts, or whatever they tried to explain to us. We have to keep you alive long enough for them to deal with this.” You attempt to comfort her as you hear the trunk of the car slam shut.

You roll down the window as SuA approaches your side of the car.

“Hey, be careful out there. I still want to get coffee with you sometime.” You offer her a cheerful smile as she runs a hand through her hair.

“You don’t have to worry about me, babe, I’ve got you. Both of you.” SuA winks at you before walking towards the thrift shop.

You shyly look away as Ryujin punches your shoulder.

“Can you flirt with her when I’m not near certain death?”

~

“Of course there isn’t any electricity.” SuA quietly grumbles before flipping the light switch off. “Where did they say the mirrors were?”

“Up ahead, and to the left.” Siyeon says before following your instructions. “Here we are.”

“How many mirrors are there?” SuA says as she looks at the collection of floor-length mirrors. “Do we start smashing, or…?”

“Maybe if we summon her, she will appear from the mirror that was in her house.” Siyeon says before turning to a mirror hung on the wall.

“That’s a terrible idea that will get us both killed.” SuA tries to pull Siyeon away, but Siyeon pushes her aside. “Don’t do this, I’m warning you.”

“Too late.” Siyeon locks eyes with the reflection in the mirror. “Bloody Mary, Blood Mary, Bloody Mary.”

The lights above them flicker as SuA approaches the first set of mirrors. The reflection of the flashing lights nearly blinds her, but she manages to smash the first one with little difficulty.

“Do you see her?” SuA yells before smashing another mirror.

“Not yet!” Siyeon calls out before turning to the side. “Keep going!”

The lights flash with increasing frequency as SuA continues to break every floor-length mirror that crosses her path.

Why would anyone ever have so many mirrors?

Again and again, SuA smashes every mirror that she sees. And again, none of them seem to stop the flashing lights. She travels deeper and deeper as her hammer strikes every mirror in her path.

SuA’s deep into the back of the thrift shop when Siyeon screams in pain.

“Siyeon-ah!” SuA yells out before running through a different part of the store.

How many different types of mirrors are there?

“She’s… here!” Siyeon manages to get out before another scream escapes her.

SuA doesn’t have time to smash every mirror she sees - she has to find the mirror, and fast.

She flies through the store, to the musical accompaniment of Siyeon’s sounds of terror and pain, until she spots a mirror with the tiniest bloodstain on it.

“Guess the mirror wasn’t totally clean, huh.” She says to herself before the hammer connects to the mirror.

It shatters instantly, just as Siyeon goes quiet. 

“Siyeon!” SuA backtracks quickly, only to find Siyeon laying on the floor with blood coming from her eyes. “You okay?”

“I’ll live,” She mutters before slowly getting off of the floor, “but she won’t.”

Siyeon weakly points ahead of her, where a woman that matches Ryujin’s descriptions and the autopsy report disappears into a cloud of black smoke.

“You think she’s gone for good?” Siyeon quietly asks.

“As long as the mirror stays shattered, I’d say so.”

~

“I suppose I should say thank you.” You say as you approach the Chevy Impala.

SuA leans against the driver’s side door with a smirk.

“I suppose I should say that you’re welcome, but I think an apology is in order.”

She sheepishly looks away as you wave off her concerns.

“Don’t worry about the mirrors. They’re not worth the price of someone’s life.” You look over to the thrift shop. “Besides, it’s time that I let that place go. It’s just a collection of bad memories and poor decisions. Something more positive and welcoming should take its place.”

“You’re selling it?” 

“No, I’m giving it to Ryujin. She’s dreamed of owning her own coffee shop since she started working at that little cafe uptown.” You gaze at the keys in your hand. “She’ll make better use of the space, I know it.”

SuA tilts her head at you.

“How is she?”

“Fine. Nothing that a pint of beer and a bit of therapy won’t fix.” You laugh to yourself. “How’s Siyeon?”

“A bit shaken up, but nothing major. Brushes with death are pretty common in our line of work.” 

“Well, for your sake and mine, I hope you’ll be a bit safer through your travels.” You bite your lip as SuA takes a step toward you.

“You’ll be thinking of me, even after we leave? How sweet.” SuA teases you before you retaliate.

“It’s not every day that I meet a girl as forthcoming, kind, and attractive as you.” You flirt back before taking a step towards SuA.

It’s in this moment that you realize how close you are to one another, and another step from one of you will cause your bodies (and hopefully your lips) to collide.

“If you keep sweet-talking me, I might not be able to leave.”

There’s a shred of honesty behind SuA’s flirting - she’s seriously considering staying for another night or two.

“Maybe that’s the idea,” You take a half-step forward, and you place a quick peck on her cheek, “but you have more people to save, no?”

“Unfortunately, I do, but I’m not ruining this moment.”

SuA pulls you closer by grabbing your hips, and before you have time to relax, her lips collide with yours. You immediately kiss her back as your hands land on her shoulders.

You only break off when you need air, and SuA looks at you with a proud smile.

“Maybe I’ll come back some day.” She lets go of you before pulling her aviators off of her head.

“Maybe.” You softly repeat as SuA climbs into the car.

Siyeon offers you a friendly wave before rolling down her window and handing you a piece of paper.

“For later, when you miss SuA.” She says before the Impala pulls out of the parking spot and heads back onto the road.

After the car leaves your field of vision, you look at the note in your hand.

Written in pen is SuA’s phone number, followed by a brief message:

For when you miss SuA, or if anything in this town ever requires our area of expertise. - Siyeon.

You smile to yourself.

Maybe you’ll call the Winchester girl and see if she’s free for a week or two in the future. Maybe you’ll call just to hear her voice and ask about her adventures. Maybe you’ll wait for her to track down your phone number and call you first.

maybe, maybe, maybe.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

You Are Perfect

MAIN MASTERLIST

Bucky Barnes x PlusSize!Reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Summary/Request: Can you write an imagine with Bucky and a plus size reader (if your comfortable with it) and basically the reader was going on a date but they got stood up and the date said next time to tell people their weight before going out, making the reader insecure, Bucky sees them crying when the come back to the tower, so he then tells her to clean herself up cause he’s gonna take her out and he reminds and shows her how beautiful she is. The rest is just fluff and you can add to it.

Notes: I hope I did this justice. 

You never liked dating apps. You honestly didn’t know someone who really did. But Natasha insisted you get on one so that you could try and find someone. She even knew that you had a crush on Bucky, and still insisted that you get on a dating app. That only made you come to the conclusion that Natasha knew that Bucky didn’t feel the same. He was your best friend after all, and that was probably all you were going to be to him.

Natasha set up your profile, checking with you on the pictures to make sure you felt comfortable. It was hard for you to feel comfortable sharing pictures sometimes, especially when you knew you were bigger than a lot of other girls. After the pictures, Nat had done the swiping and eventually set up a date.

That date was tonight and both Natasha and Wanda were in your room getting you ready. They had picked the outfit, done your makeup and your hair, all without letting you peek. Wanda, with your permission, had made it so your eyes couldn’t see. Allowing them to work freely on you without any worries of you seeing.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bucky greeted, knocking on the door as he opened it. “Do you— uh, what’s going on here?”

“Y/N’s going on a date!” Wanda exclaimed.

“A… a date?”

“Yeah! We’re getting her ready.”

“Speaking of which,” Natasha added, looking you over, “we’re almost done.”

“Good because I’m getting nervous,” you commented, softly. “Do I… Do I look okay?” Bucky didn’t answer right away.

“You look beautiful. Right, Buck?” Natasha pressed.

“Uh, yeah,” he answered nervously. “You look great, Y/N. I’m just going to leave you guys to it.” 

He quickly shut the door. You deflated, shoulders shagging and head down. All you wanted was to impress Bucky, which obviously wasn’t happening.

“Na-huh, none of that,” Natasha said, guiding your head back up. “You look beautiful and you will have great time.”

“What’s his name again?” You asked.

“Derek!” Wanda excited answered.

“He enjoys a good beer, he works out,” Natasha began explaining. "He’s a lawyer, I think. Don’t worry, not one of Starks. And occasionally enjoys long walks in Central Park.”

“Wow,” you rolled your eyes. “Sounds like I should just marry him now.”

“Hey,” Nat playfully swatted at you. “Stop. Can you agree to at least try?”

“Fine.” 

You took a long look in the mirror. Your friends had really gotten an outfit that flattered you, so your confidence did begin to grow. You were going to be able to do this. You were going to be able to have fun and begin to move on from Bucky. At least, that’s what you had started to tell yourself.

~~~

You arrived at the restaurant first, nervously playing around with the napkin on your lap. You had immediately ordered a drink when you arrived so that you couldn’t feel too awkward waiting there. So wrapped up in your own nervous thoughts, you failed to realize that Derek was going on 20 minutes late. Maybe he was stuck in traffic?

“Do you want to begin ordering?” The kind waitress asked.

“No, I think I’ll—“ 

You were halted by your phone beeping. You glanced at it to see a notification from the dating app. Maybe it was Derek. You quickly opened the app and pressed into the notification.

Derek: You might want to warn a guy about your weight before a date next time. Or change the pictures on your profile to more accurately depict you.

The waitress tried to hold in a gasp as she read the message over your shoulder. There were immediate tears in your eyes. Letting out a trembling breath, you stood up.

“Ma’am, how about I get the chef to—“

“I’m fine,” you cut the waitress off. “I’m so sorry to waste your time.” With shaking hands, you pulled out an a hundred dollar bill that Tony had given you for emergencies. You set the bill on the table. 

“No, I can’t—“

“Please, for your troubles.” A few tears escaped your eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

And you rushed out of the restaurant. The night was chilly and you had failed to bring a jacket. Looking around, you decided that you wanted to walk back to the Tower. You held onto your arms for warmth and you walked down the street and cried. When you got back to the Tower, your nose was red and running, not just from crying.

You were grateful that the Tower lobby was practically empty and that no-one entered the elevator with you. You wanted to go straight to your room, but your stomach had begun growling.

“FRIDAY?” You quietly called out to the AI.

“Yes, Y/N?” It responded.

“Is anyone in the kitchen?”

“At the moment, no. I do suggest you hurry. Sargent Barnes tends to get a drink around this time.”

With a sigh, you gave in to your stomach and allowed the elevator to stop on the common floor. You were on high alert as you headed for the kitchen, checking around every corner your came across. Eventually you made it to the kitchen, quickly grabbing a various amount of foods that you could carry. Struggling to see over the pile in your arms, you turned around and instantly ran into something—or someone. Causing everything you had grabbed to fly everyone.

“Yikes, doll,” Bucky chuckled. You quickly crotched down and began picking everything up. “Wait…” Bucky joined you. “Shouldn’t you still be out on a date?” 

You didn’t answer, you didn’t even make a move to look at him. You just kept your head down as you rapidly picked up everything.

“Hey,” Bucky said, setting his hand gently on yours. He leaned his head down, trying to get a look at your face. “Can you look at me, Y/N?”

“I’m…” you cleared your voice, having sounded like you had been crying. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Look at me.”

“Bucky…”

“Did he hurt you?” You didn’t respond, letting a tear fall down your cheek and off your chin. “Y/N, did he lay a hand on you?”

“I…” You let out a whimper. “He…”

“I’m going to kill him,” Bucky growled, standing up. “Stay here. I’ll be—“

“No, Bucky, don’t!” You quickly got up and grabbed his arm to stop him. “Please. He didn’t touch me, I promise.”

Bucky took in your blood shot eyes and tear stained face, and his heart felt like it could shatter into a million pieces. He stepped closer to you, slowly reaching up his hand to brush his fingers against your cheek. You looked away.

“What happened?” Bucky whispered. “Tell me, please. I just want to help.”

You licked your lips as you nodded. Taking in and letting out a shuttering breath, you closed your eyes and tried to pull your thoughts together.

“He… I… He was late. And I…” You looked down out your hands, fiddling with them. “I thought it was just traffic, but after almost 30 minutes I got a message… and, from what he said, he had to have come to the restaurant and then left… my weight...”

“And what did the message say?” Bucky pressed, his tone gentle and kind.

“It… it said that I should have warned him about my weight before the date.”

“Your weight?” Bucky was shocked and so confused. What did your weight have to do with anything?

“And that I should change my profile pictures to more accurately depict me…”

“What? What gave him the right to say any of that?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “But maybe—“

“No! No but maybe. You don’t believe any of that, right?” Bucky’s hands went to your shoulders and he moved his head to meet your eyes. “Y/N, please tell me that you don’t believe a word that bastard said.”

“He’s not wrong… I’m not as small as many girls. I need to lose weight—”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no. Y/N, listen to me.” His hands moved to hold your face. “You are perfect just the way you are. Your weight is perfect for you. And you deserve better than that asshole. You hear me?”

“You’re saying those things because you have to… you’re my friend…”

Bucky shook his head slightly, wanting to tell you that it was more than that. That he wanted to be more than that. But he knew now was not the time.

“We’re going out,” he stated, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the elevator.

“No, Bucky,” you resisted, so tried too. “I really don’t feel like it. Plus there’s that mess—“

“Steve will clean it up in the morning. He’s always the first one up and OCD like that.”

“Bucky… I really don’t feel like going out.”

“Fine. Then we’ll stay in.” He led you into the elevator, only for himself to step back out of it. “Meet me in the movie room in 10 minutes. Change into something comfy.”

The doors began closing. “Bucky—“

“I’ll come up for you if you’re late.”

~~~

Though you didn’t want to, you did as you were told and met Bucky in the movie room 10 minutes later. You had changed into your comfiest, baggiest clothes, trying to hide your body from the world. When you arrived, Bucky had your favorite movie up on the screen, the popcorn machine going, and he was carrying blankets to the couch. That man worked fast.

“Right on time,” he smiled at you. 

“You really didn’t have to,” you replied, shyly. 

“Oh, I really did.” He plopped onto the couch, patting the spot next to him. “Come, sit.”

Fiddling with your sleeves you walked over and sat next to Bucky, making sure there was a decent amount of space between the two of you. Bucky sighed, noticing what you were doing but decided to give you your wanted space for a little bit. He started the movie and had FRIDAY dim the lights before handing you a blanket. 

Not long into the movie, the popcorn was done and Bucky went up to get it. He put it in a large bowl before sitting himself next to you. You inhaled sharply as he set the bowl between you and rested his arm behind you on the back of the couch.

It was the middle of the movie now and you reached into the bowl for some popcorn, at the same time Bucky did. Your eyes snapped to look at him. Without taking his eyes off of yours and before you could pull away, he carefully took your hand and brought it up to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.

“You are perfect,” he whispered, breath fanning over your hand. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?”

“Thank you, Bucky,” you breathed out. “For all of this. You really didn���t have to.”

“I couldn’t let my favorite gal’s night be completely ruined.”

“I’m your favorite gal?”

“Since day 1… you deserve better than a man who doesn’t see your worth.”

“And you think you’re that?”

“I’d like to try to be that for you. If you’d let me… so, Y/N, what do you say? Will you let me try and show you how perfect you are?”

You tried to suppress a smile. “I’d like that."

[kookicrumbs]

╰ pink love

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader genre: fluff word count: 2985 warnings; like one super minor curse word (hell)! just some cutesy stuff for ya today! summary: jungwon and y/n go on a build-a-bear date! a/n: i really wanted to do something sweet beacuse i love fluff a whole lot, so please enjoy c:

“Are we there yet?” I pout, tugging on Jungwon’s sweater. I attempt to sway him with my best puppy eyes, but he continues walking, pulling me along with him.

“This honestly reminds me of a movie,” He laughs out, “Since when did asking a million times get us there faster?”

I’m not actually that annoyed, but it’s fun to tease him. “What if this is all a movie? Ya think we can break the fourth wall?”

“I don’t know, I’d consider us powerful enough to. If this is a movie, I’m obviously the main character. Since you’re my girlfriend, you can be my sidekick!”

“Ohh, ha, ha, ha. If I’m the sidekick, pigs can fly.”

He puts on a shocked expression, pointing up into the air. “Did I just hear an oink all the way up there?”

“Shut up!” We giggle, shoving each other with our shoulders. Our footsteps match each other as we pad through the open-air mall. Warm sunlight drifts down, encasing us in a soft bubble of relaxation.

“Hey look, I think that’s it!” Jungwon tightens his grip on my hand and we take off towards the familiar shop. As we run, the eyes of other passerbys follow us, but I don’t take the time to feel embarrassed; life’s too short for that.

My legs are shorter than his, so I nearly trip several times. The universe is totally watching out for me today though, because we manage to arrive at the store’s entrance without suffering from a single scratch or bruise.

The Build-A-Bear logo passes overhead as we make our way inside. We are still glued together, buzzing from the excitement of our date. We’re going to make bears for each other! With any other guy I might have found it cheesy, but when Jungwon suggested we do it, my heart fluttered in a strange way.

“Hello! Welcome to Build-A-Bear Workshop! My name is Kiana,” A sunny looking lady welcomes us with a large smile on her face. The cute bobble headband perched on her hair seems to wave at us as well. “Will you two be needing any help today?”

Jungwon throws one arm over my shoulder and presses me tight to his side. His dimples peek out playfully as he responds. “I think we’re okay right now, we’re gonna make some bears for each other. This is my girlfriend!” He looks so proud as our eyes meet, and my stomach twists. Even though we’ve been dating for one and a half years now, whenever he looks at me like that, it feels like the day I first met him.

We’d been at the movie theatre, not together, but coincidentally there on the same day. Jungwon was sitting in the seat in front of me with a couple of his friends, while I was there with my own. His buddies were being idiots and throwing popcorn and other snacks at each other, when a whole bucket came flying at me. Being my easily scared self, I screamed and jumped backwards, simultaneously kicking my legs out and up. It took a few seconds to realize that my feet hadn’t collided with Jungwon’s seat, but instead his head.

I’d been absolutely mortified, and my friends’ muffled laughter didn’t help with that. I’d expected a huge tantrum from him, considering his friends seemed the type to start a huge fight over it, but his reaction was the complete opposite. In fact, he was apologetic and blamed it all on the buffoon who launched the snack at me.

I immediately caught feelings when he laughed and complimented my kick; apparently he knew taekwondo, and he thought I’d be good at it. He got that from a poorly done, unaimed kick to his own skull. To this day, I think I knocked something out of place there, but what can ya do.

Regardless, we ended up exchanging numbers, which is something that confused the hell out my friends and I. A month later, we started going out. I’ve dated some questionable people, so getting the chance to be with someone like Jungwon is a dream come true for me. Another plus, I finally get to check “Build A Bear date” off of my date idea list!

“You guys look adorable together!” Kiana gushed. My cheeks heat up, but not in an awkward way. “We have all our plushes over there. You can take a look and pick one, and then we’ll get that all filled up for you.”

“Thank you!” Jungwon and I say at the same time before strutting towards the plushies.

“We should split up so our bears, or whatever we pick for each other, stays a surprise! Okay?” I’m already looking at each option, and I begin to wonder how I’m ever going to pick just one.

“Since it looks like the queen has already laid claim to this particular piece of territory, I’ll go browse the accessories so I can get your plush decked out in a gorgeous outfit.” He winks and makes his way to the rows of plushie-sized clothing.

The variety of options is amazing. There’s the classic bears, but there’s also other cute things, like lobsters, giraffes, and seals. I’m a sucker for the classics, so I want to pick out a bear for Jungwon.

Two specific bears are in a fight for my love. One is a simple vanilla color with rainbow sprinkle accents, and the other is a pink bear with heart shaped ruffles. Oh god, do I just… buy both? No, that’s be stupid. Eeny meeny miney moe, a classic just like the bear.

I’m not disappointed when my finger lands on the pink bear, meaning I made the right choice and won’t have to switch to the vanilla bear out of a previously hidden lust for it. Awesome.

I peek my head around the aisle and still see Jungwon sorting through racks of outfits. In the time I’d spent picking a plush for him, he grabbed a basket and began filling it with stuff I couldn’t make out. Comfortable with the fact that he isn’t looking, I sneak over to the filling station, the pink bear clutched tightly in my hands.

“Hi! I’d love to get this guy filled, please!” The man working at this station has a name tag that reads, “Jordan”, and he looks equally nice as Kiana.

“Good choice,” He leads me to a filling spot. “Are they for you or for someone else?”

My chuckle causes the worker to smile. I reply while he gathers a few items. “My boyfriend and I came here for a cute date, so it’s for him! This one is super cute so I had to get it for him.”

“Aww, I’ll have to write that down. I'm sure my partner would find it a great idea too!” Jordan sweeps his arm across in a grand gesture, showcasing the variety of hearts and other button-looking objects that sit before him.

“Would you be interested in adding a sound to your bear? You can pick from any of these or you can record your own.”

I pick quickly, sure of what I want to do. “Mm, I’d like to do a recording, if possible. Make it extra special, right?”

“Of course, let me grab that for you and you can record your message!” He gets the heart and let’s me know what to do. Once again making sure Jungwon is not nearby, I record my message and hand it back to Jordan. He puts it in the bear, a small smile playing on his lips. Did he hear me?

“Alright, perfect. Any scents or are you ready to stuff?”

I choose a sweet raspberry scent and get the bear stuffed. It’s fun to push the pedal and see the stuffed animal become plumper, until I finally fill them all the way up. Hugging it feels like hugging a cloud.

I thank Jordan and hide the bear behind my back as I go to the dressing area. Jungwon seems to have moved on, as I spot him at the plushie picking station. I wonder what he’ll get me. Knowing him, it’s going to be adorable.

His eyes meet mine and I suppress a squeal, making sure the bear is out of sight. My strange salute makes him smile and he turns back to picking a plush for me, but not before making sure I won’t look while he gets one.

“So, what would you wear…” I whisper to the pink bear. He seems fashionable and needs something that fits his personality.

Each outfit makes me want to curl up and scream. They’re all so cute and tiny, and I can’t help but want to grab a whole bunch. I create outfits in my head, imagining each on the plushie. Letting the bear try them on seems like a step too far. Instead, I pick up a white button down shirt, pressed pants, little shoes, and a pair of heart shaped sunglasses from my pile and get to dressing.

Putting everything on the pink bear proves to be a struggle. “Come on… tuck in your tummy!” The bear’s legs don’t want to squeeze into the pants I picked. Looks like Build-A-Bear needs more size options. After a somewhat graphic commotion involving lots of pulling, pushing, and whispered yelling, he is finally clothed.

“Jungwon better like what I picked because I don’t think that’s ever coming off.” I brush off my shirt and hope that no one was watching my heated argument with an inanimate object.

I swiftly finish up the washing part of the process, which consisted of pressured air being blown at my plush. I enjoyed seeing the bear’s fur waving around luxuriously. It really fit his vibe. I end up having to consult an employee about what to do next since my amnesiac brain likes to forget simple things: it’s naming time.

After I scan the pink bear’s tag, a naming screen is brought up. I’m given suggestions like Mr. Cuddles, Tiny, and Snuggles, but I choose to make his own name. What do I name you?

Maybe Love? Too plain. Bear? Way too basic. Pink? Pinky? I clearly don’t get around to naming things very often. If it hadn’t been for my siblings, I would have named our dog Cat.

I rack my brain for anything. At this point, the next thing that pops into my head is gonna be his name. No turning back. And my brain provides. Sir Loves-a-lot is inexplicably forged in the depths of my mind, and it shall be the name of this honorable bear.

I imagine a knighting ceremony for Sir Loves-a-lot and enter his name into the computer. It goes through and I get a printed certificate with his name on it. I’m extremely excited to give him to Jungwon and see his reaction.

Jungwon seems to be finishing up at the washing station, so I pay and wait near the entrance of Build-A-Bear. I swing around my finished bear, which is tucked neatly into a bag so Jungwon can’t see it yet. Our date is soon to reach its peak: when we get to see our finished products.

“Hey! Look what I have!” Jungwon skips over to me in a playful manner. His joy envelops me as he gets nearer. His eyes are alight with what looks to be the same thing I’m currently feeling. Is it love?

I show off my bag, my competitive side instantly coming out. “I’ve got yours right here too! If you want to see it… you’ll have to catch me!”

Adrenaline shoots through me as I take off running, Jungwon quickly shifting into a quick runner. My laughs impair my speed as I hiccup and yell, Jungwon’s voice matching my own. We both giggle like idiots while our shoes run thin on the hard ground and our bags crinkle with the whip of the wind.

“Got you!” Jungwon takes care not to throw me onto the ground, instead grabbing my shirt and pulling me to his chest. He lets out an umph as I knock into him full force, still reeling from the sudden shift in direction.

“Jungwon!” A shriek of laughter explodes out of me as we tumble to the concrete with a soft thump. No one is around as we breath off our fit of giggles, still in a heap.

“Looks like my bear made it.” He lifts up his unscatched bag. “Can I say the same of yours?”

A strike of fear hits me, but quickly dissolves when I see my bag looks fine. “I am pleased to report that Combat Bear Number 2 has survived.”

“Combat Bear Number 2? Don’t tell me that’s his name. What a mouthful!” He puts a hand to his chest and sighs dramatically.

“Don’t be stupid, I named him Sir— wait! Don’t try and cheat!” I softly whack him on the shoulder, earning a look of faux-sadness.

“Ouch. But you named him Sir… something. What a noble name! Of course, nothing but the best can come from you.” He holds out the Build-A-Bear bag. “But I’m actually dying to exchange these, so swap?”

“If that isn’t the most relatable thing ever.” I hand him my bag and he gives me his. “You can open mine first!”

“Ooh, don’t mind if I do.” He eagerly opens the bag and pulls out the tissue-paper wrapped bear. The material easily comes off and he holds it up. His eyes seem to glow with delight.

“Oh my gosh.” Jungwon swipes at Sir Loves-a-lot’s fur, fascinated by the heart-shaped ruffles. “He’s so cute! His clothes are... so tight,” His face betrays his confusion, and I snicker as he speaks, “but he looks hella fashionable! I really hope mine will live up to these standards.” He seems to get nervous so I hold his hands to try and calm him down.

“What do you think I named him?”

His mouth shapes into an “O” and he pulls out the certificate. His previously timid face transforms immediately as he reads it.

“Sir Loves-a-lot? Why?! So cheesy but so good!” He crumples onto himself, his head coming to a rest between his knees. I’m overjoyed by his reaction and I press forward to hug his side.

“I love him so much. I’ll cherish him forever.” He looks at me pointedly, almost like he’s trying to tell me something. He switches course though, gesturing to the bag that lies at my feet. “Now open yours!”

I cross my legs to get more comfortable, and I open the bag, wondering what he made for me. My heart dances when I see what he chose. It’s a blue bear with stars in her fur and white wings protruding from her back. I didn’t even see it when I was picking my bear for him.

“Woah…” I hold her up, noticing a soft scent coming from her fur. When I lift the bear up to my nose, I can detect citrus. “Jungwon, you made her smell like lemons! I love lemon… and—and look how pretty! All the stars, and the color… she’s perfect.”

I look at the certificate, all bright and new, and see her name: Mrs. Lovey. Mrs., not Ms.

Jungwon looks at me innocently. “What do you think, am I making my point clear? The future is never far away and I—”

I can’t help but turn away as I feel a prickle in my eyes. Never will I ever cry on a date.

“Awww! Don’t cry, you’ll make me cry!” Jungwon leaps towards me, catching me off-guard. I end up falling backwards with a yelp, but he throws his hand under my head and catches me before I can slam into the concrete.

We stare at each other for what seems like hours but is in actuality only seconds. The silence is loud, but Jungwon slices right through it when he whispers to me, “Is this a kdrama?”

“And… off!” I sit up, hugging my bear closer to me. I’m overwhelmed by Jungwon’s confession. He wants us to really stay together. As in, I’d be his “one”.

“Is—is that what you want too? It’s okay if not, I’ll understand if you wouldn’t be ready, even in the months it would take to get there, unless sooner is better, and I—” He rambles, more emotional than I am, before I put a finger to his lips.

“Yeah, it’s what I want too. I think we should go with your plan, um, wait a little longer since we’re so young and I don’t want to scare my parents.” That earns a laugh out of us both. “But the answer to “would I want it?” is definitely yes!”

Jungwon hugs me tightly, squealing in my ear. I squeal right back, suddenly lighter than ever.

“Dude, I want to say something. Yep, here I go. I— I love you!” Jungwon yells out to me, loud enough to wake up everyone half-way across the world. My heart expands when he says it. I want to scream it back and kiss him under the blue sky, but he continues speaking.

“Okay, look, even though I would have totally respected you for saying you wouldn’t want what I want, I’m feeling so relieved right now. Like whooh! I could jump off a plane! Ride the biggest wave! Sir Loves-a-lot here would come with me, wouldn’t you?” He high fives his bear.

I’m confused when his eyebrow raises. “Did you put a sound in him? Why didn’t you tell me?” Truthfully, I’d forgotten too. However, I smirk as I remember what I recorded.

“Press it.” I urge him to push on the bear’s paw, and he does, putting it near his ear so he can hear it better. The clear sound of my voice comes through, bringing waves of pink, soft love to both Jungwon and I.

“I really, really love you.”

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Klaus x Powered Reader

Summary: Reader is part of the umbrella academy but came when they were 12 due to parents needing help for them, ya know controlling powers and whatnot. They can shapeshift into any animal and their senses are heightened n such.

Warnings: bloody, fighting bad guys, bit of Klaus fluff

You know that moment in a movie where they freeze frame and then the character says something like “you’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.”

Yeah with Klaus you have those moments more times then you could count. In fact, if you had a dollar for every time Klaus has gotten you into a freeze frame moment. (And you’ve thought about this often.)

You could probably afford a real nice apartment with actual food in its fridge. Instead of living at the Academy with some apples and Klaus’ latest alcoholic beverage.

But alas, here you are in a back alley as Klaus’ bodyguard waiting for some Italian mafia members to come get their money that he owes them. Well that’s what you’re assuming but Klaus insists they’re just some moody tough guys. Okay sure.

You watch Klaus as he paces back and forth in front of you counting his cash for about the 50th time in the past 10 minutes.

Klaus stops abruptly and turns to you with a smile, “You know what I love about you, Y/N, every time I think things could get worse I look at your pretty face and I know you got me.”

Sighing in knowing annoyance you look up at him, “Are you short.”

Klaus snorts, “No actually I’m pretty long.” He says with wink.

You look up to the sky trying not to crack, you couldn’t give him the satisfaction even if it was funny, not the time or place. Especially considering his dumbass is short some cash he definitely owes very soon.

You look over to Klaus again and raise an eyebrow.

“Alright how much?”

He twiddles is fingers while avoiding your curious gaze. “Oh you know...a couple hundred or so.”

“So that’s why I’m here, emotional support my ass”, You say rolling your eyes a bit amused nonetheless.

Klaus may be an idiot but he’s funny and kind and you love him. Also you do enjoy beating up gangsters or whoever these thugs of the hour are.

Folding your arms while giving Klaus a smirk you tell him, “Well your friends better get their asses here cause when they do. I’m gonna knock their teeth in for making us wait in this shit ally. I’ve been suppressing the urge to vomit for 10 minutes.”

He nods in agreement, glad you’re not about to rip him a new one for his latest antics.

“Wait, does it really smell that bad, I mean the dumpster is at the other end of the ally.” He says in confusion.

You put your hands on your hips glancing at the dumpster and then focusing on Klaus.

“I’ve got the whole animal kingdom inside me Klaus, I know you can kinda smell that dumpster from here, but listen. For me it’s 1000x worse and let me tell you it doesn’t smell like a bath and body works around here.”

Klaus laughs scratching the back of his head, “Right, right, sorry.”

Suddenly a sketchy looking black car rolls into the ally, coming to a halt as three angry looking men walk out. Clearly hiding something within their coats, the “leader” it seems steps up and speaks.

“You betta have that 1,000 you owe us right fucking now you little theif, I don’t appreciate you takin’ my mother’s gold necklace, rest her soul.” He growls.

Klaus raises his hands up, “Listen buddy, you stole that from your own mother at her funeral...and let me tell you she’s not to happy about it.” He says looking to his left where you assume this guys dead mother is standing.

The bald guy behind him shakes his head and says, “So fuckin what? We needed that shit for other important purposes raccoon eyes.”

Klaus now lost as to where this situation is about to turn looks over at you clearly needing assistance. While mouthing “help me”.

Walking past him you hold your hands up showing you have nothing to hide, “Now that’s not very nice, a real shit personality, your mother would be very disappointed in how you’ve turned out. Cause let’s be honest it’s not like your looks are doing anything for you either.” You say snickering trying to see how they’ll react.

The first guy smirks reaching into his coat to pull out a nasty looking knife. “See this right here, I’m a good old fashioned man, I don’t believe in guns.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, “Oh well in that case we should all be quite relieved then.”

Looking behind him you notice as his two friends pull their own weapons out, which consists of a hammer and some type of meat hook.

“Klaus couldn’t have picked an easier bunch of idiots to fuck up then these psychos.” You thought.

The bald one begins to move brushing past the first guy looking like he’s seeing red.

“Jesus, man I didn’t mean to offend, I’m just making friendly conversation.” You muse.

Baldy begins to charge holding up his hammer ready to strike. “Come here you bitch, that’s my husband you’re talking to.”

He swings as you side step him, tripping him as he falls directly onto the concrete. Conveniently dropping the hammer in the process. Klaus being the ever troublesomely fantastic sidekick, picks up the hammer and throws it at you.

Gripping the hammer tightly, baldy rises from the ground faster then you’d expected mouth bloody and boiling with rage.

But in a hot second his bearded buddy in crime sprints towards you with his meat hook seemingly out of nowhere.

Klaus yells for you to watch out but you didn’t even need to look, this guys heart beat is louder then a firework and you’re faster then a viper, your senses on overload. As you turn around in record time to grab the guys right arm with the meat hook.

With your left hand tight around this guys beefy one you hold on and push his assault giving him more power. Effectively fulfilling your plan and leading the hook right into baldys chest. Who was fortunately running towards you.

A split second later with the hammer in your right hand you swing it forcefully into the guys shins. Hearing a sweet sickly crunch sound and the wild howls protruding from your assailants throat.

“Sorry I didn’t know you were married.”

“Fuck you!” He screams.

You look up hearing the sting of metal being swung in the wind, to see a knife heading straight for your throat.

With lighting reflexes you grab his wrist, the knife inches from your vulnerable skin.

Klaus gasps in the background terrified and relieved at not getting your throat slit.

You turn your fingernails to sharp cat-like claws that dig dangerously into his flesh, causing hot blood to drip out. The man drops the knife and grimaces in pain.

“I don’t know about you but I don’t think my boyfriend owes you three motherfuckers shit.” You growl, eyes beginning to glow an electric blue while the whites of your eyes shift to black, something that happens when you start to use your power.

“Fuck you, and fuck that thieving piece of junky shit crying in the corner.”

Your mood darkens, “Wrong answer.”

Letting go of his bloody wrist you grip his throat with your left hand lifting him off the ground. He begins to choke and struggles against your tight grasp.

“I know you’ve heard of me from other friends of yours, so listen very closely. If you touch Klaus again or anyone else around here who’s just trying to survive in this city. I won’t be so generous next time. Or maybe I should rip your fucking face off right now.” You squeeze tighter drawing blood.

“Y/N.”  Klaus says softly.

“Let’s go home.” He asks with pleading eyes and you snap back to reality smelling the iron scent of blood on your hands.

Sometimes you can get carried away feeling the rush of the hunt, a taxing side affect of your power, one you’ve always struggled to control.

Letting the man go he slumps to the ground coughing and sucking in straggled breaths.

“ Alright, me..me and the boys...won’t do nothing....you have my...my word....no bullshit nothing....I swear.”

“Good cause your friends are gonna need more then some stitches.”

You quickly leave the ally and start walking down the street towards the Academy.

Breathing heavily, you look up at Klaus who’s at your side as you start to feel a bit embarrassed that he saw you lose it a little.

He holds onto your arms stopping you, “Don’t worry, we’ll have a bath and watch some movies...hey you like that Museum one?”

“The Night at the Museum.” You say smiling still feeling off.

Klaus’ face lights up, “Yeah that one, with the big T-Rex skeleton and President Roosevelt on a horse.”

He links your arms together and you both begin walking again.

“Y/N, I’m not afraid of you, you know. I never have been, I actually find it pretty sexy of you to beat up bad guys for me and keep the neighborhood safe-er. Ben thinks so too, minus the sexy part of course. Only I get to enjoy that.”

You relax more into his side and once again start to feel a bit more at ease with yourself.

“Oh wait a second, here put these sunglasses on, your eyes are still playing mood rings with us. Don’t wanna freak out the civilians” He laughs.

“Thanks, I did wonder why that kid back there looked like he just saw a ghost.”

Klaus winks, “Maybe he did, cough cough..Ben...cough cough.”

“You’re an ass.” You say while rolling your eyes

“Yes indeed my love but remember I deal with the supernatural of all sorts, from ghosts to monsters, nothing phases me.” Klaus states proudly.

You laugh, “ Okay Van Helsing, this monster wants a bath with her hunter then.”

Klaus kisses your cheek, “That can be arranged my dear.”

Smiling up at him you hold him tighter and think to yourself how weird your life is, but you wouldn’t change it for anything.

- okay wow alright, first story ever I hope it’s good or at least some people like it. It was honestly fun to write ngl.

[itsclydebitches]

Hello again! Im the tinfoil hat anon with the long ass asks and I finally had the time to read your response. Thank you, it makes my day reading your answers. I honestly just enjoyed them over a cup of coffee like a good book.

Now, the gun pointing scene I mentioned was in fact the one from the droid fight facility like the other anon suggested. But I really liked that you covered the boat scene too, I haven’t thought of it much myself and now I definitely have!

I also would like to mention I love your “candy bar” choice analogy and I 100% agree Hunter’s “invitation” to join back wasn’t welcoming in the slightest. It is very likely just an obligation as you said. Sort of “you gave us a chance, we owe you a chance too”.

And the problem with it is now I am struggling to figure out how the batch members might change their attitude toward Crosshair going forward, especially Hunter. As of right now Crosshair’s best relationship is not with his brothers but with Omega(as surprising as this is). And I think he does realize now she cared about him the most out of all of them during the short time they interacted(both 1st and last episodes). Even between themselves(not counting Omega) I find most of the bad batch members to be cold and distant to each other. They feel less like a family than Rebels for example. And they aren’t even a “found family”(a trope everyone loves) but an actual one! And I get that they’re soldiers and supposed to be tough, I don’t expect them to share all “the feels”. I just can’t put my finger on it but something feels off. I agree with your previous post, the show doesn’t do a very good job showing or even telling they love each other.

Will Hunter and co only start caring about their brother again only after he leaves the empire?(assuming he does at some point). What about Disney’s prevailing theme and message that “family always love and care for each other no matter what”? I guess it’s “family always love and care for each other but only if you’re good guys making right choices”. There is no room for mistakes or wrong decisions. In the last episode everyone form the batch seemed to have given up on Crosshair(besides Omega). For now their attitude seems to be just “you’re not our enemy” and that’s that.

I realize Crosshair is a “bad guy” and consciously made his choice(and we know it’s the wrong one) but to me it felt like he thought he didn’t even had a choice or rather became so lost and confused he actually thought he chose the empire as “the lesser evil”(as in the less shitty choice out of all the other bad ones). We as audience have the benefit to know exactly how atrocious the empire really is but maybe Crosshair still doesn’t realize that.

So what exactly must Crosshair do to get back “in their good graces” as you say? Start saving “the good guys”? Save the bad batch multiple times? There is a popular opinion on how Crosshair can redeem himself. That he eventually heroically sacrifices himself to save them. I personally REALLY hope it’s NOT what’s going to happen but I heard so many people speculating his story is set up to be redemption=death. I know you mentioned you don’t want “Vader style redemption” either. Personally I think it would be a waste of a character who has a lot of potential. And I just think that the batch kind of don’t really deserve his sacrifice(maybe save for Omega) after how they never tried to save him themselves and how they treated him overall. Maybe he will risk his life to save Omega at some point and that will “prove” to Hunter he cares? Although he has already shown he cares by saving her(even if in Crosshair’s own words it’s just so they’re “even”). And the thing is, he doesn’t need to prove that he loves them, he already did that in episode 15 and made it clear he does care. He actually went to extreme by shooting his squad to prove his loyalty. What were the moments the batch demonstrated they care about him? Hunter saying “you never were our enemy” and taking his unconscious body to safety? To me Hunter “not leaving him behind” during bombardment felt more like guilt about the last time it happened and an obligation to Crosshair for helping them with droids, rather than them showing care. And I kinda of think if that was any random civilian(or anyone other than an enemy or a threat) they would carry them out too just because that’s what good guys do and not because it’s their brother. You also mentioned that minutes later Hunter snaps at him with “if you want to stay here and die, that’s your choice” which I agree can be interpreted in different ways. And I think it’s one more point to it being an obligation that in Hunter’s eyes is fulfilled now. He corrected his mistake of leaving a brother behind and saved him this time, now his guilt won’t burden him any longer.

Anyway, I can’t wait for season 2 and I appreciate you and all the anons sharing the tinfoil hat, interacting and speculating together. Those discussions have been a lot of fun!

TLDR: How do your think the relationship between the brothers will mend or evolve in the next season? Do you think S2 will improve in portraying the batch more as a family rather than a group of mercs doing missions together? What are your thoughts on the popular idea of Crosshair’s redemption by ultimate sacrifice? As in, how likely do you think this scenario is?

Anon, that is just wonderfully hilarious to me. Ah yes, the sunrise, a good cup o' joe, and the overly long character analysis of a snarky, fictional sniper. Exactly what everyone needs in the morning! 😆

You know, TBB is far from the first show I've watched where there's an obvious, emotional conclusion the creator wants the audience to come to—the squad all love each other Very Much—yet that conclusion isn't always well supported by the text. It creates this horribly awkward situation where you're going, "Yes, I'm fully aware of what the show wanted to do, but this reading, arguably, did not end up in the story itself. So what are we talking about here? The intention, or the execution?" It's like Schrödinger's Bad Batch where the group is simultaneously Very Loving and Very Distant depending on how much meta-aspects are influencing your reading: those authorial intentions, understanding of how found family tropes should work, fluff focused fics/fan art that color our understanding of the characters, etc. And, of course, whether someone saw TCW before they watched TBB. I personally wouldn't go quite so far as to say they're "cold" towards one another—with Crosshair as an exception now—but there wasn't the level of bonding among the squad that I expected of a show called The Bad Batch. Especially compared to their arc in TCW. The other night I re-watched the season seven premiere and was struck not just by how much more the squad interacted with each other back then, but how those interactions added depth to their characters too. For example, Crosshair is the mean one, right? He's the one picking fights with the Regs? Well yeah... but it's also Wrecker. While they're trying to decide what to do with Cody injured, Jesse calls out Crosshair on his attitude—"You can't talk to Captain Rex like that!"—and Wrecker's immediate response is, "Says who?" and he hefts Jesse into the air. And then he just holds him there, clearly using his superior strength to do as he pleases, until Hunter (sounding pretty angry) tells him to put Jesse down. If Wrecker had put him into a more classically understood bullying position, like pinning him to the ground, it would probably read as less funny—less "Haha strong clone lifts Jesse up in the air!" and more "Oh shit, strong clone can do whatever the hell he wants to the Regs and few are able to stop him." It's such a quick moment, but it tells us a ton about Wrecker. That he's going to stick up for his brothers, no matter the context (Crosshair deserves to be called out). That he will gleefully assist Crosshair in bothering the Regs (something that is reinforced when he later throws the trays in the mess hall, after Hunter has already deescalated the situation). That he's likely been hurt by awful treatment from the Regs too. That he'll only listen to Hunter when it comes to backing off. Little of this work—that interplay among the squad that shows us new sides to them other than basic things like "Wrecker is the nice, happy brother"—exists in TBB.

Or, at least, little exists after Omega becomes an official member of the squad.

Because, as said previously, she becomes the focus. I don't mean that as a total criticism. As established, I love Omega. But if we're talking about why the squad can feel so distant from each other, I think she's the root cause, simply because the story became all about her relationships with the Batch, rather than the Batch's relationships with each other. Having dived headfirst into reading and writing fic, it occurred to me just how many of the bonding moments we love, the sort of stuff we'll see repeated in fics because we understand that this is where the story's emotional center is, are given to Omega in canon:

Someone is hurt and in need of comfort. Omega's emotional state is the focus + moments like her being worried over Hunter getting shot.

Someone needs to learn a new skill. Echo teaches Omega how to use her bow.

Someone reveals a skill they never knew they had before. Omega is a strategic genius and plays her last game with Hunter.

Someone is in serious danger and in need of rescue. Omega rescues the group from the slavers + is the most vocal about rescuing Hunter. (Which, again, is a pretty sharp contrast to the whole Crosshair situation.) Omega, in turn, needs rescuing from things like the decommission conveyor belt.

Similarly, someone is kidnapped and in need of rescue. Omega is kidnapped twice by bounty hunters and the Batch goes after her.

Someone saves another's life. Omega saves Crosshair from drowning.

Someone does something super sweet for another. Wrecker gives Omega her room. Omega gives Wrecker Lula.

A cute tradition is established between characters. Wrecker has his popcorn-esque candy sharing with Omega.

Someone hurts someone else and has to ask forgiveness. Wrecker is upset about nearly shooting Omega and they have that sweet moment together.

Note that most of these examples could have occurred between other Batch members, but didn't. Someone could have created a space for Echo on the ship too. Wrecker also could have apologized to Tech for choking him, etc. It's not that those moments shouldn't happen with Omega, just that there should be more of a balance across the whole season, especially for a show supposedly focused on the original squad. Additionally, it's not that cute bonding moments between the rest of the Batch don't exist. I love Hunter selling Echo off as a droid. I love Wrecker and Tech bickering while fixing the ship. I love the tug-of-war to save Wrecker from the sea monster. Yes, we do have moments... it's just that comparatively it feels pretty skewed in Omega's direction.

So, as a VERY long-winded way of answering your question, I think we need to fix the above in order to tackle Crosshair's redemption in season two. Now that we've had a full season focused on Omega, we need to strike a better balance among the rest of the squad moving forward. We need to re-established the "obvious" conclusion that the rest of the Batch loves Crosshair and that's done (in part) by establishing their love for one another too. To my mind, both goals go hand-in-hand, especially since you can develop their relationship with Crosshair and their relationships with each other simultaneously. Imagine if instead of just having Wrecker somewhat comically admit that he misses Crosshair (like he's dead and they can't go get him??), he and Tech had a serious conversation about why they can't get him back yet, despite very much wanting to. Imagine if Echo, the one who was rescued against all odds, got to scream at Hunter to go get Crosshair like Omega screamed at them to go back for Hunter. Imagine if we'd gotten more than a tiny arc in TCW to establish the Batch's dynamic with each other, providing a foundation for how they would each react to Crosshair's absence. Instead, what little we've got in TBB about Crosshair's relationship with his brothers is filtered through Omega: Omega's embarrassment that she knocked over Crosshair's case, Omega treating Crosshair's comm link like a toy, Omega's quest to save Hunter that just happened to involve Crosshair along the way.

Obviously, at this point we can't fix how the first season did things, but I think we can start patching over these issues in season two. It would be jarring—we'd still be 100% correct to ask where this "Brothers love you, support you, and will endlessly fight for you" theme was for Crosshair's entire time under the Empire's thumb... but I'd take an about-face into something better than not getting any improvement at all. It is frustrating though, especially for a show that I otherwise really, really enjoyed. For me, the issue isn't so much that the show made a mistake (since no show is perfect), but that the mistake is attached to such a foundational part of the franchise. Not just in terms of "SW is about hope and forgiveness" but the specific relationship most clones have with each other: a willingness to go above and beyond for their brothers. The focus on Omega aside, it's hard to believe in the family dynamic when one member of the family was so quickly and easily dismissed. I couldn't get invested in Hunter's rescue as much as I should have because rather than going, "Yes!! Save your brother!!!" my brain just kept going, "Lol where was this energy for Crosshair?" It messes with your reading of the whole story, so in order to fix that mistake going forward, we need to start seeing the bonds that only sometimes exist in season one. Show the guys expressing love for one another more consistently (in whatever way that might be—as you say, soldiers don't have to be all touchy-feely. Give us more moments like Wrecker supporting his brothers' bad habits) and then extend that to Crosshair. Which brother is going to demand that they fight for him? Which brother is going to acknowledge that they never tried to save him? Which brother is going to question this iffy statement about the chip? In order to buy into the family theme, Omega can't be the only one doing that emotional work.

Ideally, I wouldn't want Crosshair to go out of his way to prove that he's a good guy now. I mean, I obviously want him to stop helping the Empire and such, duh lol, but I'm personally not looking for a bunch of Extra Good Things directed at the Batch as a requirement for forgiveness. Simply because that would reinforce the idea that they're 100% Crosshair's victims, Crosshair is 100% the bad guy, and he's the only one who needs to do any work to fix this situation. Crosshair needs to stop doing bad things (working for Empire). But the Batch needs to start doing good things too (reaching out to him). Especially since Crosshair made a good play already, only to be met with glares and distrust. He saved Omega! And AZI! And none of them cared. So am I (is Crosshair) supposed to believe that saving one of their lives again will result in a different reaction? That doesn't make much sense. And no, his own life wasn't at risk when he did that, but does every antagonist need to die/nearly die to prove they're worth fighting for? As you say, he's already shown that he loves them, far more than they've shown the reverse. Every time Crosshair hurt them (attacking) it was while he was under the chip's influence. In contrast, the group has no "I was being controlled" excuse for when they hurt him (abandonment). Season two needs to acknowledge the Batch's responsibility in all this—and acknowledge that they're all victims of the Empire—in order to figure out an appropriate arc for Crosshair's redemption.

Right now, the issue is not Crosshair loving his brothers, the issue is how Crosshair chooses to express that love: trying to keep them safe and giving them a purpose in life by joining the organization that's clearly going to dominate the galaxy. The only way to fix that, now that his offer has been rejected, is for him to realize that a life on the run from the Empire, together, is a better option for everyone. And the only way for that to happen is for the Batch to seriously offer him a place with them again. They need to make the first move here. They need to fight for him. And yeah, I totally get that a lot of people don't like that because it's not "fair." He's the bad guy. He's with the fascist allegory. He's killed people and has therefore lost any right to compassion and effort from the good guys... but if that's the case, then we just have to accept that (within the story-world, not from a writing perspective) Crosshair is unlikely to ever come back from this. When people reach that kind of low, they rarely pull themselves out on their own. They need other people to help them do that. Help them a lot. But with the exception of Omega's reminder—which Crosshair can't believe due to how everyone else has treated him—they leave him alone and seem to expect him to fix himself first, then he gets their support. It needs to be the other way around. Support is what would allow him to become a good guy again, not "Well, you'll get our love when you're good again, not before." That's unlikely to occur and, as discussed, it doesn't take into account things like this bad guy life being forced on Crosshair at the start. If the story really wanted this to be a matter of ideological differences... then make it about ideological differences. Let Crosshair leave of his own free will, right at the start. Don't enslave him for half the season, have him realize he was abandoned, imply all that brainwashing, give him no realistic way out, and then punish him for not doing the right thing. This isn't a situation where someone went bad for the hell of it—the story isn't asking us to feel compassion for, say, the Admiral—it's a situation where Crosshair was controlled and now can't see a way out. That context allows for the Batch, the good guys, to fight for him without the audience thinking the show is just excusing that behavior. They should have been fighting from the start, but since they didn't, I hope we at least start seeing that in season two.

Ultimately though... I don't really expect all of the above. The more balanced dynamics and having the Batch fight for Crosshair rather than Crosshair going it alone... I wouldn't want to bet any money on us getting it, just because these are things that should have been established in season one and would have been more easy to pull off in season one. (If the Batch wouldn't fight for Crosshair while he was literally under the Empire's control, why would they fight now when he's supposedly acting of his own free will? It's backwards in terms of the emotional effort involved.) But again, it could happen! I'd be very pleased if it did happen, despite the jarring change. I don't want to make it sound like I think they're going to write off Crosshair entirely. Far from it, I think there are too many details like his sad looks for that, to say nothing of Omega's compassion. But the execution of getting him on Team Good Guys again might be preeeetty bumpy. I expect it to revolve around Crosshair's sins and Crosshair's redemption, even if what I would like is balancing that with Crosshair's loss of agency, the Batch's mistakes, and their own redemption towards him.

Honestly though, I just hope that whatever happens happens soon. It's a personal preference, absolutely, but after a season of Crosshair as the antagonist, I'm ready for him to be back with the group, making the Empire (and bounty hunters) the primary enemy. Whether his return happens through a mutual acknowledgement of mistakes, or through Crosshair being depicted as the only one in the wrong who has to do something big to be forgiven... just get him back with the squad lol. Because if the writing isn't going to delve into that nuance, then the longer he remains unforgiven, the longer some of us have to watch a series while going, "Wait, wait, wait, I really don't agree with how you're painting this picture."

[lailannajacobs]

Hurt People

Pairing: Loki x reader

Request: I was wondering if you'll ever do the trope with human reader and basically immortal s/o (cough. Loki. Cough) where it's super soft but angsty with them being established/knowing about their feelings but the reader pushes themselves away because they have a short life and they don't want to hurt the other person when they'll inevitably die? It's super sad but you do angst so well, I was wondering if you'd consider it?

Warnings: Angst but there is some fluff in there! 

Word Count: 2.9k 

A/N: Thank you so much to @randomidiot4444​ for this angsty but wonderful request! I had my sad playlist going the entire time I wrote it and I hope this was the angst you were looking for! I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you enjoy it! <3 

Hurt People 

You pulled your coat up higher, trying to shield your face from the biting wind. Yesterday had been a gorgeous day; warm and sunny, the weather’s last hoorah before giving in for the fall. It had also been the day you realized you loved him. And not only a little bit. The kind of love that filled you with terror because you realized no emotion you’d ever felt had come close to it; the kind that felt like staring out at a still lake in the morning before everyone else woke.

But you hadn’t said anything to let him know how you felt. He’d been standing at your kitchen counter, hair falling into his eyes as he tried to figure out how to use the can opener. After having promised to make you lunch, he had battled with the can opener for five minutes, refusing to let you show him how to use it properly. You had watched him struggle in silence, those nimble fingers useless against the simple Midgardian technology - his words.

Ironically, he’d been wearing human clothes that day; a fitted black tee and dark jeans that Tony had given him at the Compound. And yet, despite the human appearance, there was no mistaking the raw, unearthly energy rolling off him in waves as he grew more and more frustrated with the can opener. You had only looked down at your phone for a second, but when you’d looked up, he had a wide, triumphant grin on his face.

For a moment you had forgotten how to breath.

Then you’d seen the can. Somehow, you still weren’t sure how, he’d managed to take the entire metal portion off the top half of the can, leaving a dangerously jagged rim.

He’d lifted the can to make sure you could see it and drawled, “Like I said, simple.”

But in his eyes, you’d seen doubt. Worry. Fear that despite all of his trying that he wasn’t good enough. And that was the thing with Loki. He tried. He kept trying, despite and because, he never thought he was good enough. Around you, he had hope that he was. You’d smiled back at him, realizing that there was no else you’d want more in your corner, as your friend, your backup, as your partner. He was unlike any other person you’d met, in more ways than one, and that was when the realizing hit you.

You’d unwittingly, hopeless, stupidly fallen in love with him.

And you’d been avoiding him all day because of it.

Instead of waking up feeling madly in love, you’d woken to the realization that, as much as you wanted him at your side, you couldn’t be at his. How could you promise him that you’d always be there for him when your lifespan was a blip compared to his. How could you say you loved him and put him through the heartbreak of watching you die?

The only logical answer was for you to break up with him, which was the exact reason you were still avoiding him hours later. It didn’t matter that you knew you’d cause each other pain by breaking up with him now. It was the merciful thing to do in the long run; the lesser evil.

“If I didn’t know any better, darling, I’d say you’re avoiding me,” His cool voice drawled as if you’d conjured him from thought alone.

Still too afraid to do anything, you turned around and gave your boyfriend a smile. At the sight of yours, his smile grew, almost as if he had been putting on front until he was sure hi suspicions were wrong. The sight broke your heart. You were going to be another person that would leave him. Your decision would only be for the better if he didn’t blame himself for you leaving. You were going to do this, but you were going to have to do it right.

He pushed off the doorframe and followed you into the compound, long lazy steps easily matching yours. Being with Loki felt deceptively easy, but you knew that as good as it was now, it wouldn’t outweigh the inevitable pain. This thing between you two had to stop and it had to stop now. Even if the thought made you feel sick to your stomach, you knew you couldn’t back out.

“I imagine that I’m not going to like what you’re about to say,” He mused, stopping so that you would too.

From the moment you’d met, Loki had always had a way of reading you the way no other person could, and now was no different. His intense green eyes scanned you from head to toe as if he could pull the words from you so that you didn’t have to say them aloud. You really wished you didn’t have to, but you had to do this for him.

“I don’t think this hallway is the place for me to say it,” You whispered, unable to manage more than that.

The air cooled and you watched a mask slide over his face, banishing all emotion from the surface, but you knew it wasn’t all gone. His eyes spoke volumes, revealing everything, and yet you were too cowardly to hold his stare.

“Say it,” He whispered.

“Loki-”

“Just say it,” His voice was ice.

You’d never heard that tone used with you, but it was a good sign if you wanted this to work.

You rolled your shoulders back, mustering all your strength and false confidence, “This isn’t working out. I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

He blinked slowly, as if he’d been expecting the words but not the pain that came with them. He didn’t look like he was about to say anything, so you pushed on.

“I don’t think we’re a good fit and I don’t think it’s worth continuing this any longer.”

You didn’t know how your voice didn’t crack or how you’d gotten through the words, but somehow, you’d gotten through two sentences with indifference even if you were crumbling inside at the sound of your own voice.

“I understand,” He nodded, accepting your lies too easily.

He had to have felt whatever this thing was between you, and yet, he’d accepted your lies as if he’d been imagining it all; as if he believed, above all things, that love wasn’t meant for him because it never had been.

You wanted to tell him that he was meant for love, but that he didn’t deserve to get hurt by it. Instead, you took a step back.

“Thank you for understanding,” You voice was too formal, like it belonged to someone else, “I guess I’ll see you around.”

He only nodded, watching as you pushed past him and hurried to the safety of your room where you could let the tears flow freely.

One Year Ago

You’d heard that Thor’s brother was being brought to Earth to help with the Avengers’ next big mission, but you hadn’t believed it until he’d walked right up to you and said, “I beg your pardon, I’m looking for a tall, blond man, about the size of a refrigerator and a deep attachment to a magical hammer. Have you seen him?”

“You must be looking for your brother,” You replied, motioning for him to follow you.

“Adopted,” He clarified, “And I’m not looking for him. Rather, I’m doing my best to avoid him.”

You paused and looked up at him, “Should I be concerned?”

He shook his head, motioning for you to keep walking, “Not at all. I was simply hoping to have a bit of freedom before being wrapped up in this whole superhero business he now thinks I’m a part of.”

You slid your gaze over to him, “What did you do to convince him of that?”

“You sound skeptical,” He smirked, “But to answer your question; I picked his side.”

“Seems to me like that makes you a hero now,” You turned the corner away from where you knew Thor would be waiting.

You weren’t sure why, but you didn’t want to end the conversation just yet. There was something about him that was far too ingraining to leave the conversation at that.

“Maybe it does,” He mused, “Then does it make you one too?”

“A superhero?” You asked, confused.

He nodded.

You shook your head, “Just an ex-military medic now working for SHIELD.”

“You keep superheroes alive then,” A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, “Then it would seem that makes you one too.”

“Maybe that means we’ll cross paths again, Thor’s brother,” You said, coming to a stop down the hall from where you knew Thor and a few of the other Avengers would be waiting.

He extended his hand, “Loki, please. And I most certainly hope so.”

“It was nice meeting you, Loki,” You shook his hand. “Enjoy your stay here.”

You turned to go, wondering if this was the last you’d see of Loki.

“Pardon my intrusion,” He called after you, “But why didn’t you lead me straight to Thor?”

You turned around, “What makes you think we took the long way?”

“I don’t walk in somewhere, not knowing how to get back out,” He shrugged, the gesture at odds with his serious tone.

You shot him a smile, “I don’t know, but I’m glad I didn’t.”

It had been a month since you’d broken up with Loki, but your heart didn’t seem to care. Every day seemed to hurt just as much as much as the last, but at least this way you shared the pain. This way, both of you could move on, Loki to someone who would live as long as he would, and you, to some human.

You’d avoided him since that day, and the only reason you knew he was doing as miserably as you were was because Thor told you so in the hopes that you’d hash it out. But you’d refused to listen. You refused to listen to any of them because you knew that loving him was selfish and that, if you really did love him, you had to stop.

A knock on your door caught your attention, and you looked up to find Captain Rogers standing in the doorway. Despite the number of missions you’d accompanied the Avengers on, you’d only spoken to Steve a handful of times, which made it all that much stranger to find him practically in your room.

“Can I help you, Captain?” You asked, putting your book down, knowing it hadn’t done much to distract you in the first place.

He ran a hand through his hair, “Steve is fine, you know…On and off the field.”

You nodded.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

You nodded again, unsure of what else to say.

He walked in but didn’t go far, choosing to lean up against your kitchen table. For a long moment, he said nothing, observing the studio apartment / room they’d given you at the compound. When his eyes fell upon you again, he sucked in a little breath.

“I know why you did it,” He said.

Although you were pretty sure you knew what he was talking about, you weren’t willing to give anything away just yet, “What are you talking about?”

He smiled, soft and sad, “I know you’re trying to do what’s best for him.”

“But maybe I should have asked him?” You snapped, cutting him off with the words of doubt that had been constantly floating through your mind, “He wouldn’t have agreed to it.”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, “You’re probably right. But your ex-boyfriend, despite the fact that we don’t always get along, thoroughly plans out his decisions before he makes them. He’s thought this through.”

“And how does he see this ending any way other than badly?”

“Maybe he thinks the time you have together is worth more than the ending,” You were about to speak but he kept going, “I outlived the woman I loved, and I didn’t get to spend any time with her. I can tell you, from experience, that there’s no perfect option in your situation, but remaining apart is only going to cause regret and pain.”

You knew he was right but you were angry about it, so you snapped, “I want to be a dodged bullet to him, not a regret.”

Steve didn’t raise his voice, didn’t seem perplexed by your outburst, only said, “Have you ever considered the fact that you might outlive him?”

This caught your attention and everything in you stilled.

“In our line of work there’s never a guarantee that any of us come back out of it alive, no matter how strong,” He shrugged, and pushed off the wall, “Certainly doesn’t mean we should stop living because of it.”

He left without another word, almost as if he hadn’t been there at all. You stared at the wall beside the doorframe, unable to move. Had you made a horrible mistake? Was Steve right? Did the good really outweigh the bad?

You were out the door, bare feet slapping against the cool tiles, taking you exactly where you wanted to go before you mind could catch up and think the better of it. Every step closer sent your heart racing even faster, and you were terrified, but hopeful for the first time in a month.

You burst through his door, charging into the living room as if you were running out of time. And you guessed in some way you were because you’d already wasted a month of it.

Loki looked up at you, eyes widening in surprise.

“YN,” He breathed as if he wasn’t sure you were real.

“I’m sorry,” You blurted, a little breathless, “I wanted you to be okay.”

He only blinked slowly so you took it as a sign to let the words keep tumbling out.

“I never wanted to cause you pain…actually that was the whole point of this…but I did…but I …” You groaned, hating the way the words seemed to be working against you, “Loki I’m going to die.”

You winced. That sounded worse. At your blunt outburst, he opened his mouth then shut it again, those intense green eyes staring at you in confusion.

You sucked in a deep breath, “I didn’t think I could love you and be with you knowing that in less than a hundred years I’d be dead. That’s nothing for you. And how could you ever be ready for something like that?” You demanded, flinging your hands up in the air in desperation because you were so confused, and you still weren’t sure what you wanted from coming here.

“Why are you here?” He asked, standing but staying at the other end of the room.

You felt like tearing you hair out but forced yourself to keep your hands at your sides, “I don’t know…But I do know that I’ve been miserable.”

“You broke up with me,” He replied, his voice cold.

“I did,” You sighed, deflating at his words, “And I’m sorry. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness and I know that my explanation won’t make anything better, but you have to know that the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you. The only way I could think to lessen the pain was to cause a little. I still don’t know if that was the right thing to do. But I do know you should be with someone who won’t cause you pain by simply being a human being.”

He took a few steps closer, stopping about a foot away, “And what if I don’t want to be with someone like that?”

“But it’s for the best,” You whispered, aching to wrap yourself in his arms.

He raised a brow, “Seems that’s something I should have had a say in.”

“Would it have changed anything?” You asked.

“It most certainly would have,” He said firmly, stepping closer so that you were only an inch apart.

You shook your head and murmured, “I just wanted to make sure you were happy.”

“I already was.”

He pressed his lips to yours, gentle but firm, trying to get his point across. Any resolve you’d had disappeared and you melted into his touch.

“You can’t blame yourself,” He whispered, forehead against yours, “I’m choosing to be here - with you. If the pain is the cost I have to pay for this time with you, I’ll gladly pay it.”

You shook your head, knowing you couldn’t believe his words just yet but that maybe eventually you’d get there. He cupped your face, lifting your eyes to his.

“That’s the truth,” He continued, “No matter how short.”

“How did I get so lucky?” You asked, staring into his beautiful face.

A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips, and he pressed a featherlight kiss to your lips before saying, “I’ve been asking myself the same thing for a long time now.”

[ahatintimestorybook]

AHIT Twin AU- Magic Overboard

So I got this chapter done last night, but sadly my internet was out all day yesterday and just came back on today! Once I saw it was back up I quickly got out of bed and here I am posting the new chapter now!!

I also got started with the next two chapters, and both aren't angst and just sweet wholesome fluff. Not sure when I'll jump into angst again, but it may be after those two fanfics.

Enjoy!!!

@winterpower98

It’s been three days since the bullying incident and things had happened over the course of those three days. For one, Angela and Richard decided to let MJ stay home the next few days to relax as the incident left him numb to go back to school. MJ still had his black eye, but the bruises on his arms started to fade. The good news out of it was MJ was able to take care of Luka and soon his little brother started to feel better and was back to his spirited self.

It was now Saturday, and MJ and Luka we’re home alone as their parents were at work. The twins were watching TV, and the cartoons that played every Saturday morning finished. The twins decided to go on another cartoon channel and watch whatever was on, but sadly there was nothing.

Luka groaned and collapsed on MJ’s leg. “MJ, can we go to the park?” He asked. “I’m bored”

MJ looked down at his little brother and gave a soft chuckle. “Are you sure? You just got better.” MJ reminded him.

“Yeah! I want to go! I’m better now!” Luka yelled. “Please?” He begged.

MJ chuckled knowing Luka will keep begging. “Alright. Alright. We can go.” He surrendered. Luka cheered, removing the blanket from his body. He’s been at home for days and finally can head outside! “First we need to check your temperature.” MJ said, taking Luka’s hand to take him to the bathroom.

Luka frowned knowing it wasn’t going to be that easy. “Do I have too?” Luka asked.

MJ nodded. “Yep. Wouldn’t want you to get even worse.” MJ replied. Luka frowned and sighed. He hoped his temperature was a decent one, decent enough to let him go out for the day with his brother.

MJ went to the medicine cabinet and pulled out the thermometer, “open.” He commanded. Luka opened his mouth as MJ put the thermometer in. They waited for a minute and once it passed MJ removed it from his brother’s mouth.

“What does it say?” Luka asked.

“Well,” MJ started. “You're only at 98.8.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means we can go out, but just for a walk. I don’t want you to get worse if you're running around.” MJ explained.

Luka smiled. “That’s better than nothing!” Luka replied. Luka ran to his room to get dressed into some clean clothes. He then came out wearing a purple plaid button up shirt, black shorts, and purple and black sneakers.

MJ chuckled. “Wow that was fast!” MJ said amused.

“Yep!” Luka replied.

“Alright we’ll leave in a minute let me pick up the house keys and write a note in case mom and dad come back before they do.” MJ explained. Luka nodded and waited for his older brother to do what he needed to do before they left.

MJ picked up the house keys that hung by the refrigerator on a lanyard and put it around his neck. He then wrote the letter on a piece of paper and hung it on the fridge. Once that was done he grabbed his red and blue sneakers and he and Luka went out the door.

Subcon Park was a pretty big park, like most parks it had a playground, a lake  and walking trails. There were also food stands where you can get ice cream or a snack, and  it held many events such as their Summer Solstice Subcon Festival. However, Subcon Park was different from other parks; Subcon Park had a deep dark spooky forest called Subcon Forest.

Subcon Forest is a living nightmare to everyone in Subcon, but a world of discovery to MJ and Luka. It's a forest stuck in an eternal night, noises are heard, but no one goes to discover what made that noise. There are many legends of the Subcon Forest, one of them about two brothers once battled here to claim ownership of Subcon, but both died in their duel and their ghosts still haunt this place today. There was even a legend that  the ghost belonging to one of the prince’s stole young children that wandered into the forest and put their souls in dolls.

However, those were just stories to tell kids not to wander far into Subcon Forest. MJ and Luka have been in the forest over a million times and came back unharmed. The twins use this as their hiding place and it was their way to explore and have fun with their magic without getting caught. Basically they called this forest their P.E class for Magic.

MJ and Luka’s house weren’t far from the park, and soon they were there. Since it was Saturday the park was full of people going for a jog, out with their pets, bringing their kids to the playground, the usual you see at any local park. However, like MJ said Luka and him were just getting some fresh air and a walk.

Luka breathed in the fresh air and sighed in relief. “I miss the outdoor air!” He sighed.

MJ chuckled and ruffled Luka’s hair. “You were only sick for three days, not three months.” He laughed. Luka laughed and tried to push MJ’s hand away, but the older brother grabbed his little brother ruffling his hair and messing it up.

“MJ! MJ stop!” Luka laughed.

“What? You want me to stop?” MJ asked. “I thought you liked having your hair ruffled, Lulu!” MJ continued to mess Luka’s hair before both brothers lost their balance and fell on the grass laughing. Luka laughed hard and started to cough again, but tried to look like he was okay.

“I’m fine.” Luka paused to cough again. “I’m fine.” Luka gave out a few more coughs before breathing heavily. MJ frowned feeling bad knowing his brother was just healing from his sickness. The older twin went to rub Luka’s back hoping that it would relax him.

“Easy there Luka. Easy.” MJ soothed. Luka took a few deep breaths and started to feel better. “Feeling better?” Luka nodded. MJ sighed and pulled his little brother close for a hug. Once Luka felt calm, MJ took him to buy some water so he could drink something to clear his throat. The brothers then sat on the bench of Luka chugh the bottle of water down.

“Thank you.” Luka sighed.

“Anything for my little bro.” MJ replied. Luka smiled and leaned on MJ’s shoulder. MJ pulled Luka close, making his younger brother smile. Once Luka felt better he and MJ took a walk around the park and it made me the younger twin feel better.

They were about to head home and stop somewhere to pick up some lunch, but were being followed by three familiar faces. Luka turned and grabbed MJ’s hand and quickly ran. “L-Luka! What’s going on!” MJ yelled.

“Don’t look back, MJ! Just trust me!” Luka yelled. Even though he was told not too, MJ turned and gasped seeing that the Lazy Paw Trio was right on their tail. “MJ what did I say!” Luka shouted back.

“Sorry!” MJ apologized. “Hurry!” Luka picked up the pace and ran as fast as his legs could take him and his brother. Then Luka started to cough again due to all that running and fell to his knees as he coughed some more.

“M-MJ.” Luka coughed. “K-keep running!” Luka coughed.

MJ shook his head. “N-no! Not without you!” He shouted. Just as he tried to lift Luka up, Blake came by and tackled MJ to the ground.

“MJ!” Luka yelled.

MJ skidded to the ground and looked up in fear to see it was Blake holding him down. MJ struggled to get out of Blake’s grasp but the bully held him down tight. “Miss us, MJ?” Blake asked.

MJ glared. “Peck no!” He shouted. Blake then replied by giving MJ a slap on the face.

“MJ!” Luka shouted. He tried to get to his older brother, but Luka was held down by Robin. Luka struggled to release himself from the young girl’s grasp, but the girl was able to tighten her grip on the younger twin.

Scott chuckled and made his way to the twins. “Well, well, well. You thought you two thought you saw the last of us?” He asked. Luka and MJ glared at their bullies they thought they would have been grounded with what they did to MJ days ago. “Well you're wrong! We still have places around Subcon and whenever you two are alone like you are now we can strike.” He explained walking towards MJ.

MJ glared at the bully he’d attack if he could, but sadly Blake held on to his arms tight. MJ looked over to Luka and saw small embers of a purple flame coming out. MJ shook his head slowly at his little brother signaling him not too.

“So guys who should we beat up first?” Scott asked. “Shall we beat Mikey up again,” he then turned to Luka, which made MJ’s heart drop. “Or shall we go towards his little brother?” He smirked, giving an evil smile.

“You touch him your dead!” MJ snapped. Scott glanced at Blake, who then punched the young boy in the stomach making MJ whince and held it in pain.

Luka gulped and looked up at Scott and Robin who smiled evilly at the younger twin. “Looks like Mikey gave us an answer.” Scott snickered. Luka started to hyperventilate as Scott cracked his knuckles ready to punch the younger twin. “Blake keep a hold of MJ, he’d love to watch this.”

Blake lifted MJ forcefully and held his arm back. MJ looked up to see Robin did the same to Luka. The younger twin started to cry and struggled to get out of the female bully’s grasp, but she held him really tight.

“Don’t touch him!” MJ yelled, but that caused Blake to hold him tighter.

Without warning, Scott lifted up his fist and landed it in Luka’s face making the younger twin scream.

MJ’s eyes widened as his heart dropped when he saw blood drip from Scott’s hands. He looked towards Luka and saw blood dripping on his face and his head down, not looking MJ in the eye. MJ’s eyes started to swell up with tears seeing his little brother hurt. “Luka.” MJ whispered.

Scott went to punch him again, but stopped when he heard Blake in pain. Scott and Robin turned to see Blake’s pants catch fire, making him let go of MJ. The older twin was confused, but looked to see Luka’s hands black, and his eyes golden.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked.

Soon MJ ran and pushed Robin and grabbed Luka’s arm and the two ran off inside the Subcon Forest to hide. “Get them!” Scott shouted as the three went tailing after them inside the forest.

The twins ran far as their feet could take them, and once they were in the clear. MJ got a closer look at his little brother’s condition. Luka’s nose was dripping with blood like how his nose was a few days ago. MJ teared up and hugged Luka tight. “I-I’m sorry.” MJ cried. “I’m so sorry.” Luka didn’t respond, but accepted his older twin’s hug.

“I think they're here!” Robin shouted. MJ let go of Luka and turned to where the Lazy Paw Trio was heard. They were nearing the twins, and they had to dash.

“L-let’s go Luka!” MJ shouted.

“No.” Luka growled.

MJ stepped back. “W-what?” He asked.

“No.” Luka repeated and looked up to MJ, his eyes glowing a bright yellow, almost covering both of his eyes. “We’re gonna fight.” MJ flinched when he heard his little brother have an echo into his voice and saw the blue flames turn purple.

Robin groaned in disgust as she had to push the branches away to get through the woods. “Where did those twin punks go?” She asked.

“They can’t be far.” Scott replied. “No kid has made it this far into Subcon Forest.”

Blake gulped. “You think that soul snatching prince ghost got them?” He asked.

Scott chuckled. “That’s just an old folk tale to have parents keep us kids from being kids.” He replied.

“And if it is real, then we just find another group of victims to pick on.” Robin added. She then laughed till she tripped and landed face first in a mud puddle. Scott and Blake laughed as Robin lifted her head, spitting out mud from her mouth. “Real mature guys!”

“Hey, it wasn’t us!” Blake replied.

Robin turned and saw a red string had been caught on her shoe. “What the?” She asked. “Red string?” As the girl got a close look at the string she felt something grab her arms making her stand up on her own. “W-what’s going on!?” She shrieked. Soon Robin spinned around like a ballerina before she punched herself in the face repeatedly.

“The forest is haunted! We disturbed the ghost of Subcon Forest!” Blake screamed. “Don’t kill me!” He was about to run out of the forest, but the same red string grabbed his legs and lifted him upside down before throwing him on the tree like a ragdoll. This in turn caused Blake to pass out.

Scott gulped and stepped back. “I-I’m not scared of you!” He shouted with a hint of fear in his voice. “MJ, if this is you and your puny little brother, you're both gonna get it Monday!” Once he said those words he heard childish giggling coming from behind.

Scott was never this scared before. He watched horror movies and was able to withstand the bloody scenes, he knew the Subcon Forest legend was just a folktale, and everything going on is just a prank done by MJ and Luka. The giggling went on for a while, before it stopped and the forest went quiet again.

Scott sighed in relief. “I knew it was just a prank.” He said to himself. He decided to help untie his friends till he tripped and fell on the ground. “Ow! What the-'' Scott's eyes widened in fear as he saw the same red string tied around his legs. Scott tried to untie it, but his arms were tied as he was slammed from tree to tree like a pendulum.

Soon the red strings let go of the bullies before tying all of them up together. Then a trail of purple flames came by and surrounded them. The bullies woke up and screamed trying to get out of the string as the flames started to reach them.

“Okay! Okay! We’re sorry ghosts! We didn’t mean to! Please spare us!” Blake cried. Like it heard the bully’s cries the flames stopped and soon faded. This gave the group a sigh before they were lifted up and tied into a tree knocked out cold.

“Alright! We got them!” MJ cheered.

“Yeah!” Luka replied, the echo in his voice still there.

However, before any of the twins could celebrate they paused in fear at each other. Luka saw MJ’s hair glowing with a light blue aura and his eyes fully red with his left one having a diamond in them.

MJ saw Luka’s eyes were completely yellow, making his brother look ghost-like and his hair was turning purple as well as Luka’s arms being a dark purplish-black.

The twins looked at each other horrified at the other’s appearance. They then turned towards their bullies who were knocked out thanks to the impact of the tree. Soon the twins flinched as they heard footsteps coming towards them causing their magic to fade away and turning them back to normal.

“Who goes there!” A park ranger shouted. He paused seeing the bullies tied up in string slowly starting to wake up  as well as the twins frozen in fear over what just occurred.

Soon the bullies were tied up and both parties were sent to the police station as they trespassed in a forbidden area of Subcon Forest plus seeing a “fight” had happened. Once at the station the twins told their side of the story about what happened saying The Lazy Paw Trio attacked them and they pulled a “prank” to scare them off. They didn’t mean to hurt them.

Though the twins truly did, they also didn’t want to get in trouble as well as to avoid any hints they have magic powers.

The Lazy Paw Trio’s side of the story was they were attacked by the twins as revenge so the twins could get in trouble. One of the officers assumed that one of if not both of the twins had magic abilities and were ready to report it.

“I have a question for you three?” The officer in the corner asked. The trio looked up at the officer. “Did these twins have magic?” He asked.

The trio looked at each other and smirked. They knew how much magic can’t be talked about and lying to the officers would be a breeze if it's anything about magic. With a smirk they crossed their arms and said at the same time, “yes.”

After hearing both sides of the story, the police decided to call their parents which Angela and Richard didn’t take very well.

“Listen officer, my sons have been being harassed by these kids! Why did they need to be arrested! They acted in self defense!” Angela shouted. Luka and MJ flinched hearing their mother yell at the officers, and boy they wish she wouldn’t.

“Listen Mrs. Prince, your sons aren’t in trouble and so were the other kids, but they shouldn’t have trespassed into that forest in the first place!” The officer replied to her.

“And what’s this about magic! I’ll let you know my boys are perfectly normal” Richard replied. MJ and Luka looked at each other wide eyed. They didn’t tell anyone about their magic, their powers faded when the park ranger showed up, and the bullies were knocked out cold plus the twins stayed hidden so no one saw them use it.

The officer sighed. “Look we don’t know if they do! That’s what the trio of kids told me.” The officer replied.

“Well those kids are lying to you. I have proof my boys are perfectly normal!” Angela shouted.

“MJ?” Luka started. MJ turned to Luka and saw his little brother about to cry. “I-I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have suggested we go to the park, t-then we, then we.” Luka paused when he felt MJ put his hand on his shoulder.

“It's not your fault Luka.” MJ replied to reassure him that they didn’t predict their little walk to the park turned out horrible. Luka gave a small smile and hugged his brother tight. MJ gave a small smile and hugged his twin brother back.

The twins let go of the hug when they heard the door open. “I’m really sorry for the trouble Mr. and Mrs. Prince. W-well bring the trio back in tomorrow.” The officer said.

“Thank you, officer.” Angela replied. She then turned and faced her sons. “Michael. Luka let’s go home.” MJ and Luka looked at each other and followed their parents out of the police station and into the car to drive home.

The car ride home was silent between the Prince family, but the twins knew they weren’t going to be off the hook the second they headed home. By the time they made it home Angela finally spoke up, “Boys when we go inside you sit on the couch there’s going to be a lot of talking.” She explained.

“Yes mom.” MJ and Luka said at the same time. They both got out of the car and went inside and followed with what their mother told them to do.

“What were you two thinking?!” Angela asked. The twins went quiet not responding to their mother. “Do you know how crazy and stupid you guys were today! You were almost caught with your magic and used it to fight your bullies!”

“They punched Luka, mom!” MJ replied.

“And I wasn’t going to let them hurt MJ next!” Luka added.

“That doesn’t give you boys the right to use your magic for violence!” Richard shouted back. The twins gulped at their father’s anger. “You promised us that you wouldn’t use your magic for violence and went behind our backs and used it!”

MJ sighed. “I’m sorry mom and dad. We didn’t mean to, but we had no other choice.” MJ explained.

“I’m sorry too.” Luka spoke up. “I was the one who told MJ to use his magic. He tried to prevent me from using mine, but I just got hurt and...snapped.” He explained.

Richard and Angela softened their expressions on their sons and looked at each other. They both nodded in agreement that the boys regret their actions, but that didn’t mean they were off the hook. “We forgive you boys.” Angela said. “However, for disobeying us and using magic to fight you're both grounded for two weeks.”

The twins sighed knowing they were going to be punished for their actions, but what happened next threw them into a loop.

“There is some good news though.” Richard started. Luka and MJ looked up at their parents. “While we were out, we were trying to find a new school to transfer you boys too so those jerks won’t bother you two again.” He explained.

This lifted up the boys spirited, ignoring the fact that they were just grounded.

“And to add on to the good news, we found one and you’ll be enrolled sometime next week.” Angela added.

MJ and Luka looked at each other with a smile and hugged their parents tight. “Oh thank you! Thank you mom!” MJ cried. He was in tears of joy that soon he would no longer have to be bothered by his tormentors ever again! Angela and Richard smiled and hugged their sons tight, despite having to punish them, they were happy that this bullying will all blow over.

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Owl be Back

“If anyone who can write stuff nicely can anyone do a Hawks x S/O and his S/O have to take care of a baby owl until it can be let free but it keeps just coming back, it be very cute.”

Thank you so much @liliththeedgy for letting me write this super cute request, for the best under cooked Chicken nugget ever!

Ship: Hawks/Keigo Takami x Reader

Warnings: This is a Drabble people! Hold on to your fedoras!

Category: Fluffy Fluff

Waking up like most mornings, you were pinned to the bed by the wings of your sleeping boyfriend. For such delicate looking extremities, they really were heavy. It honestly surprised you on how Keigo was able to casually walk with them all his life. But they were warm, and helped block out a bit of the sun coming from your open window, so you weren’t really complaining.

However your peaceful morning was interrupted by a loud bang, causing you to look around in worry. There was a light smear mark on your window, and your heart fell. It wasn’t the first time a bird had died this same death, but their little wings always reminded you of the man beside you. One of your biggest fears was that he wouldn’t came home one day, and you’d find his body similar to the dead birds.

You slightly slapped your cheek, knowing you shouldn’t be thinking about that kinda thing. Looking over at your boyfriend, your challenge of escaping without waking him began. You attempted to lift the dead weight of Keigo’s wings, kinda rolling out as you did so.

You thought you were free, before you felt a tug on your arm, then a two big wrapping around your middle and flinging you back onto the bed.

‘Kei, I’ll be right back.’ You promised, but he just tightened his wings. ‘I’ll bring up the leftovers from last night’ at the mention of getting chicken, he finally let go.

It was quite early in the morning, the dew still lingering on the blades of grass that covered your yard. In the middle sat the tiny bird, or more specifically, an owlet. However instead of lying lifelessly on the ground, it was struggling. Rolling around, trying to take flight.

You knelt in the grass, ignoring the wet spots it created on your pyjamas. ‘Hey there’ you spoke calmly to the little creature. It glanced up at you, fear in its eyes.

Both of you stayed perfectly still, waiting for the other to make a movie. The tiny owl maintained eye contact as it tried to fly away again, failing and crying out in pain.

Out of instinct, (dealing with your bird brained Boyfriend) you picked up the baby and did your best to comfort it. It pulled away, scrambling to get out of your grasp.

‘Hey, hey, it’s okay’ attempting to pet it with the tip of your ring finger. Which surprisingly worked very well. It whoed at you, watching you out of curiosity instead of fear.

You did your best to not disturb it as you sat up, grass sticking along the length of your legs. Scared of frighting the bird, you continued to talk to it as you brought it inside. Of course it didn’t understand you, but there was no harm in reassuring them with a soft tone as you brought it into a different environment.

Once inside, you racked your brain for different wing injuries. Keigo’s reckless behaviour had turned you into a pretty top notch nurse, and the creature in your hands was basically a tiny version of him.

You ended up freezing a wet paper towel to use as an ice pack, and wrapping it’s poor wing in a brace type thing made out of a popcial stick. Thankfully it’s wing wasn’t broken, just a small sprain. But that did mean it would be under your care for a couple weeks.

‘Oh, so you didn’t leave me to go run off with the circus.’ Your sleepy boyfriend mumbled as he caught sight of you. ‘When you said you’d get me chicken, I didn’t expect it to be alive.’ He joked, blatantly adoring the owl in your palm. His wings even fluffed out, something you were used to whenever he found something enjoyable.

Wordlessly he ask if he could come close, and hopefully hold the tiny thing. As he came closer the baby seemed intrigued by his wings. Flapping and moving it’s good one, as Hawks would do the same. Must be a bird thing.

‘Their wing is only sprained,’ You commented as you transferred the bird to your boyfriends hands. ‘Won’t take long to heal, but we’ll take care of them until then, okay?’

You swear you could see happiness radiating off of the bird boy. ‘Can I name him?’

‘Him?’ You questioned, ignoring his previous question.

‘Ya, I’ll name him Hawks Jr!’

‘Not happening.’ You laughed, guiding the small bird back into your hands. ‘What about Avis? It means bird in Latin!’ At your comment, the tiny owl whoed, seeming to enjoy his new name.

‘Little Avis Tamaki’ both you and Keigo smiled.

You best believe you took multiple pictures. Originally it was so you could track his growth, but silly photos were always more fun. Plus now you’d probably get a pretty cute photo album from this experience.

The first week was definitely the hardest. Neither you nor your pro hero boyfriend had much time, so between work, and caring for Avis, you two were exhausted. Thankfully Hawks knew a suprising amount about different bird species, so nutrition and environment wasn’t that hard.

Avis had also become pretty clingy. Not that you minded, but it must be a bird thing as Keigo acted similarly. It was nice though, you all went for walks either early in the morning or late at night. Sometimes even flys if Avis was particularly restless. Of course he had to sit in your hands, but it was a small price to pay for his enjoyment.

‘Where’s our little chick?’ Your boyfriend had developed the habit of calling Avis your chick, which didn’t surprise you in the slightest. Little Avis poped his head out from under your bundle of hair, whoing in a greeting soft of way.

However that smile on Keigos faces quickly disappeared, as the tiny bird launched himself towards him.

‘AVIS!’ Both you and Hawks lunged to the ground, attempting to catch the little birb. However, Avis just spread his wings and slowly drifted on top of Hawks head.

You looked at the baby in shock, debating whether to be happy that his wing is getting better, or upset because he put himself in harms way. However Hawks was one step ahead of you.

‘You can’t just jump off of your mother like that, you almost gave up a heart attack!’ He plucked the owl from atop his head, ‘but, we are both happy you seem to be feeling better. Can you copy me?’ Although Avis likely didn’t understand, he did copy Keigos actions.

Slowly he spread his wing out to the side, Avis copied. Lifting it up, then down, and Avis copied. This went on for a bit before Hawks told him to copy one last thing. He surprised attracted you with a kiss to your cheek, but the cutest part was that Avis copied it the best he could. Thus another photo to add to the collection.

You spent the rest of the afternoon preening Avis’s feathers. Since he hadn’t been using them much, the matnece had gone way down. You were used to preening your boyfriends wings, even if they didn’t need it, but Avis was much tiner, so it proved more of a challenge.

‘You’ll do mine next right? Please?’ Keigo wined, pulling you closer. Making it difficult to focus on the cute bird infront of you, while a hot bird was behind you. Hawks had gotten really protective of both of you, and it was adorable. Suffocating, but adorable.

Kissing Keigo on the cheek, you returned to your job, straighting our all the loose feathers while Avis cooded happily. ‘You can’t just kiss me then ignore me!’ He laughed, turning so he could plant some of his own along your face. ‘Revenge!’

After the second week, things started to calm down a bit. Even getting enough time to start up date night again, which was one of the best in a while. Throughout this experience, you and Keigo had gotten so much closer, although you thought that it was impossible. You swore he almost read your mind now, and you his. Knowing what eachother needed before they even knew.

‘Hey mama bird.’ He would say whenever you were with Avis. The little Owl has grown so much over such a short amount of time, even being able to fly for short periods. At this rate, he would be all healed up within the next two weeks. You were happy, or at least you wanted to be. Avis, as Hawks would say, ‘was going to leave the nest’, likely never seeing him again.

Your solution: spend as much time together as possible. You even managed to get a long weekend, with one of the days lining up with Hawks’ day off!

So the weekly night flying became daily. You’ve explored the entire park and forest by your place. Plus between you and Kei, you’ve almost tripled the amount of photos of the little bird. Even going as far as to get one from the fancy photo booths in malls.

Honestly the weeks flew by, and you felt the realization on a early morning flight. It was slightly chilly, but it was beautifully sunny. Avis sat, nuzzled in your hands, while his ‘father’ did loops around the clouds. But just like him, Avis wanted to be a little daredevil, and jumped straight out of your hands to fly beside the both of you. Avis had been with you for three and a half weeks, and he’d already given the both of you two heart attacks!

But boy did he seem happy. You and Kei knew what had to happen. So the next morning, you did one last test. One last round of Hawks stretching his wings, and Avis copying, which of course ends with a kiss to your cheek and a photo. Avis’ wings were as good as your boyfriends, which he’d use to fly away.

Making Avis his favourite insect meal, and saying goodbye as you brought him outside to where you first found him. You tried your best not to tear up or cry Hawks obviously did while you said your final words.

‘We both love you Avis,’ you started, ‘We want to keep you forever, and just have you as our baby bird. But you have to be free.’

‘You’re strong just like your mom, you’ll do great things!’ Hawks continued, ‘If you understand anything we’re saying, I hope it’s that we both want to see you again. Someday.’

‘We love you!’ You joined in with Hawks, and Avis nussled you both. Saying a goodbye ‘who’ before flying into the sky.

Never in your life had you been more thankful for your boyfriend. Your emotions were all over the place, and having him with you through all of it really helped. You would be his rock, and he would be yours. He had realized this too during the time you spent with Avis.

You went to work early the next morning to distract yourself. While Hawks figured out his master plan, after a certain someone came pecking at his window after you had left.

The next day started off normal, pinned to the bed by your boyfriends large wings. A faint ‘who’ outside of your window prevented you from drifting off into the blissfulness. Half asleep, you thought it was your boyfriend. Kinda like sleep talking for birds. But once you listened closer, it sounded more familiar. It was Avis!

You scrambled out of bed, flipping Kei’s wings to who knows where. Looking out the slightly dirty window you saw him, your little baby owl. So if course you quickly opened up the window for him.

‘Hey honey!’ You quietly whispered in case your boyfriend was miraculously still asleep, ‘What that on your leg?’

A tiny letter was attached, carrier pigeon style to his leg. You gently took it from the eager bird, who was waving his leg about, pulling full attention to it. You could almost cry as you read it:

Dear my little dove,

Guess who came to visit yesterday when you were off helping others? So I decided he could help me with something I’ve been meaning to do for awhile now. You’re the love of my life, the chicken to my nuggets. And the past few weeks only confirmed all these feelings I have for you. I hated seeing Avis leave, but then I realized, what if you ever left. I honestly don’t think I would ever manage without you. So I was wondering if you would like to stay by my side forever? What I’m trying to ask is...

‘Will you marry me?’ You heard from behind you. Hawks bent on one knee, a ring in one of his feathers. Or at least that’s what you think as the tears kinda blocked your vision.

You furiously nodded, making multiple mhmmm noises as you tacked your fiance into a hug. Even Avis was whooing happily at his parents joy, even if he didn’t really understand what was happening.

So that’s how your life is right now. Engaged to the number 2 hero, furiously in love, and a owl son who visits you almost every morning. You leave the window open enough for him to get in, and most of the time you’ll wake up to him nuzzling your face. He wouldn’t spend long, just enough to say a quick hi and be on his way.

However another surprise was about to arise. One beautifully sunny morning, as you waved Avis goodbye, your boyfriend grabbed your hand, lovingly stroking you with his thumb, and mumbled ‘I want a baby.’

[harryimaginestuff]

A Little Surprise Part 2

a/n: so here’s part 2 to A Little Surprise that was requested a couple times, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!!!

Word count: 2.4k

Genre: Fluff (so much fluff!!)

The one where it’s you who has a little secret to share this time.

    You had been with Harry for almost three years now, soon after you had met Theo, Harry had shown another part of him that you had never seen and only caused you to fall more deeply in love with him.

    You were so glad for the family that you had found, and everything was perfect with just the three of you with neither you or Harry and even little Theo wanting to change that.

    That was why it came as such as surprise to you when you received a positive pregnancy test, multiple of them actually. Who knew that one little small ‘+’ would cause your heart to beat a million miles a minute?

    The first concern that came to your mind was little Theo, after his mother left him, he never got to have the luxury of a constant motherly figure. Other than Anne and Gemma, Harry had been Theo’s mother and father.

That is until you came along.

    It had taken him a while to warm up to you, cautious and protective of his father. Whenever you were over for dinner he would glare at you whilst shovelling food into his mouth and shooting you warning glances anytime you moved in the general direction of his dad who would always be looking on in amusement.

    His hesitancy didn’t last long as eventually he began to view you as the mother he never had, opting to cuddle you during movie nights which caused Harry to pout with jealousy at the double betrayal of his son choosing you, and you choosing his son over him. However, just beneath the surface Harry was ecstatic every time this happened as he watched the two loves of his life bond.

    Your concern with Theo’s reaction stemmed from the fact that over the two years you had known him, he had grown very attached to you as the occasional ‘mummy’ would slip past his lips by accident in the beginning before it became natural soon after. The first time that happened you swore your heart had leapt out of your chest.

    The second concern was Harry. His solo career was progressing at an exceptional speed, making sale after sale after sale. You were worried that this unplanned miracle would somehow disrupt his success.

    However, the latter of your concerns completely vanished as Harry’s reaction to your pregnancy was nothing short of amazing.

    To reveal the news, you wanted to do something fun that was a testament to your relationship with him, so you had found yourself buying bag loads of kiwis and spelling ‘I’m having your baby’ in finely cut pieces of kiwi.

    However, your surprise didn’t go exactly as planned as before Harry returned from his meeting with his management an eight-year old Theo came bounding into the house with Gemma frantically stumbling in after him.

    “Mmmmm kiwi’s!” he had said grabbing a handful of your cut-up masterpiece before stuffing it into his mouth his face contorting into a grimace as the sour taste. “Yuck.”

    You smiled down at the boy, not at all annoyed at the fact he had messed up the surprise, “Bit sour isn’t it.”

    “Disgusting, why did daddy even write a song about them.”

    “Y/N? Did that say what I think it just said?” you looked up to find Gemma staring at you in shock.

“Um, yes I believe it did.”

    “Holy shit- I mean sugar. Okay wow, Harry’s going to be back in a second, wow. I’m gonna go then, but please let tell me everything as soon as you tell him.” She had said embracing you in a tight hug before lightly tapping your stomach causing you to let out a stifled laugh, before turning to Theo who stood there hand extended out whilst he whispered ‘swear jar’repeatedly until Gemma caved and handed him a one pound coin.

    “Will do, Gem. See you later.” You said watching as she giddily left the house before turning to look at your son. “Now mister, I thought you said you wanted to go to Auntie Gemma’s for the afternoon.”

    “I did,” he had said, still munching on the kiwi despite his obvious distaste, “but we were talking about parents at school today, so I really missed you and daddy.” You smiled at his response, pulling him into a hug.

    “Well since you’re here how would you feel about helping me with a surprise for daddy?” you had asked to which he vigorously nodded. “Okay, make sure you do exactly as I say.”

//

    Your hands were slightly shaking as you awaited Harry’s arrival, unsure about how the event would go.

    “I’m home!” you heard his voice call out, his footsteps getting progressively louder as he neared the kitchen. “Hey baby,” he said as soon as he saw you, pulling you in for a loving kiss.

    “Oooo kiwi!” he hummed, reaching out to grab a few chunks before pausing as his hand hovered in the air, “Oh look why does it say baby?”

    This was Theo’s que; you had told him to wait behind the counter until Harry took notice of the words that you had rearranged to spell the one word ‘baby’.

    You laughed slightly as Theo’s head popped up from behind the counter, banging the pots and pans you had given him whilst he did his best to sing “She said, I’m having your baby!’ over and over again.

    Harry’s glanced between you and his son, a confused look etched into his face as he struggled to understand what was going on, until it finally clicked.

“No fucking way,” he had said causing Theo to briefly pause his banging to shout ‘swear jar’ before continuing with his noise.

    “Wh-what?” he had said after you nodded, gently grabbing your shoulders so you were looking directly at him, “Are you being for real?” he asked to which you nodded again gleefully as Harry let out a breathy laugh.

    “We’re having a baby.” The cutest squeal left his lips at your confirmation as he wrapped you in a hug.

    You were almost so wrapped up in your celebration that you hadn’t realised that little Theo was no longer making any noise, but instead staring at the two of you in confusion, the small pot hanging by his side.

    “Why are we celebrating?” he asked before holding up the pan, “and why did mummy want me to make a lot of noise and sing daddy’s song?”

    You sighed gently, walking over to him, Harry following shortly behind. “Well…” you started slowly, gently stroking his hair, “we’re celebrating because you’re going to be getting a little brother and sister.”

    Both you and Harry expected Theo to react positively to the news, to be completely happy at the thought of a new extension to your little family.

But that was not the case.

    “Noooooo!” he had wailed, his eyes brimming with tears, “I don’t want a little brother or sister.”

    “Why not buba?” Harry asked, frowning slightly at his son’s reaction.

    “Because I like it like this, just you, me and mummy.” Your heart warmed at the name he had given you, after all how could something like that ever get old.

    “Nothing’s gonna change T. You know that, me and mummy will still love you always.” Harry tried to reason with his son.

    “I believe you,” Theo finally huffed after a moment of silence, “But I still don’t like that.” He had said pointing at your stomach causing you to grab him and tickle his one causing him to shriek with laughter.

    Harry had never been happier, he had a son he loved dearly, a woman who he saw spending his whole life with, and a new child that would only add to the glue that was moulding this family together.

//

    “Why is mummy eating so many pickles?” you heard your son say as he sat across from the table staring in awe as you piled pickles onto the ice cream sandwich you had made. “And why is she eating it with ice cream?”

    “Because, Theo, this is what happens sometimes when people get pregnant, they crave different kinds of food.” Harry informed his son, whilst spooning little scoops of ice cream into Theo’s mouth on occasion.

    You watched as Theo’s face scrunched up in confusion, before his gaze narrowed in on your stomach. “So, it’s the little bean’s fault?” he had asked, hopping down from the chair he was in and walking over to you so he could stare directly at your growing stomach. “First you make my mummy puke all the time, and now you’re making her eat weird things. Do you like being a meanie?”

    You couldn’t help but laugh at his natural cuteness as he interrogated your stomach, kissing him lightly on his head.

    He turned his gaze to you and then curiously to the plate of food in front. “Can I try?”

    “Of course, little man.” You said bringing the ice cream pickle sandwich to his open mouth.

    “Bleh, that’s disgusting! You’re so weird little bean!” He said running away and back to Harry who scooped him into his arms without hesitation. “So weird!”

    “Alright little guy, it’s bedtime for you, let’s go brush your teeth.” Harry laughed, carrying his on up the stairs.

    “Oh yes please, I’ll even brush my teeth 10 times. I can still taste the pickle daddy!” Theo continued to complain to his dad.

    You sat there still eating as your heart glowed with so much love you had never thought was possible.

//

    You had just reached the five months mark a few weeks prior and were about to reveal the sex of the baby to Theo.

    It was just the three of you as you didn’t want to make a huge fuss over the situation especially as the media had still not caught on to Harry’s first son, let alone his next child that would be arriving soon.

    The two of you were sat on the living room floor, a bored Theo sitting opposite you on the sofa.

    “Since we know you love sweets so much, we all thought we could find out together by eating sweets.” Harry said, not even having to fake excitement as the emotion practically poured out of him.

    “I’m listening.” Theo said, leaning forward slightly in interest.

    “Okay, so we’ll each pick out a sweet from this bag,” you explained holding up a clear bag full of white sweets, “once we chew them, we stick out our tongues on three, and if our tongues are blue, it’s a boy and if they’re red it’s a girl.”

    “Are we ready?” you asked after handing your boys a sweet each, before plopping one in your mouth and chewing slowly.

    You and Harry held up one finger, your other free hand gripping his one, before you both lifted up a second and then finally a third.

    The three of you stuck your tongues out, looking between each person as your stomach flipped with joy.

    “Are you happy Theo?” Harry asked turning to his son after kissing you sweetly on the lips.

    “Can we have a dog instead?” he asked, his expression completely serious.

    “Theo, you know that’s not how it works.” Harry sighed, getting slightly frustrated at his son’s attitude.

    “Fine, can I have the rest of the sweets?” he asked to which Harry nodded, sternly saying ‘only one more’.

    “Can you believe it?” you whispered into Harry’s chest once his full attention was back on you.

     “We’re having a baby girl.” Harry smiled brightly leaning down slowly to kiss your protruding tummy, “We’re so excited to meet you baby girl.”

//

    The journey of your pregnancy was long and hard yet filled with so much love and care. But finally, it was over as you listened to the soft cries of your new born baby, Harry smiling down at the baby cradled in your arms.

    “You did it baby.” He had whispered in your ear as soon as you pushed your baby out after a long 14 hours in labour. “I love you so much my strong mama.”

    You were completely overwhelmed with joy as you stared at the little bundle of happiness in front of you, completely blown away by the fact that you and Harry made her. Theo came walking in soon after as you had sent Harry to get him so he could meet his new baby sister.

    You watched as he hesitantly took steps in your direction, standing on his tippy toes to get a better look at the blanket-covered baby in your arms.

    “She looks ugly, kind of like an alien.” was the first thing he said as soon as he got to you. “Was that what I looked like daddy?”

    “A little bit, you were all wrinkly and red too.” Harry replied, gently rubbing his son’s back in comfort.

    “Gross.” Theo said, still staring down at his new sister, “Can I hold her?”

    You smiled brightly at his request as you agreed quickly, calling for Harry to place Theo on the chair beside the bed and to take your daughter from your arms.

    Once Theo was settled down with his sister placed carefully in his lap, he could not stop staring at the baby in front of him. Slowly he looked up, his gaze turning into an inquisitive stare, “You’re sure you can’t put her back?”

    You laughed lightly deciding to play along, “Well if you really don’t want her we can put her back.” You joked turning to look at Harry who was already bent down and reaching for your daughter.

    “Wait no no!” Theo let out a panicked whisper as he gently tried to shift away from his father’s open hands, “I was just joking, okay? Leave us alone, she’s mine.”

    Your heart beat was fast as you watched your son talking gently with your daughter with Harry by their side watching in awe as well at the sudden switch within your son’s attitude.

    Suddenly Theo looked up, his face bright with an idea, “Let’s name her Theodora!” he had squealed, quickly whispering an ‘I’m sorry Theo number 2’as she stirred slightly in his arms from his slightly raised voice.

    Looking at the little family in front of you, you couldn’t believe how far you had come as you experience a happiness you never thought was possible. Harry had not only given you one blessing but two; himself, and the children he brought into your life.

//

a/n: asdfghjkl I enjoyed writing this so much wow

lots of love!!

[basic-cable]

Fic Rec Bingo

I saw this making the rounds on Twitter and decided I’d like to try it (mostly because I enjoy going back through my list and reminiscing about the ones I love but haven’t read in a while), but didn’t feel like Twitter was the best place to post mine. I’ve got both Dreamwidth and Pillowfort, but I haven’t really used them. This is probably the kind of thing that should go there, so maybe I’ll post it there, too. We’ll see. 

Anyway, I only read in four fandoms, so maybe my recs will be boring to most people. But they’re good stories, and maybe there are even some people out there who haven’t read them. 

I don’t expect any reblogs or anything, but maybe people will see it and decide they’d like to take part, and then there will be more fic recs out there making the world a better place.

I put them under a cut because the descriptions and stuff take up so much space.

1. A fic you love without knowing the source material Take the Pieces and Build them Skywards by quarterturn Bandom ** Frank/Gerard ** 44,816 ** Explicit ** Character Death Gerard's not happy with his life, but that doesn't mean he's particularly thrilled when he wakes up dead. To add insult to injury, he finds out that instead of crossing over, he's been chosen to join the ranks of the grim reapers. Things get more complicated when he falls for one of the living, a waiter named Frank Iero. And just when everything finally seems to be falling into place, Frank's name shows up on the list of souls to be reaped. Loosely based on the TV show Dead Like Me.

I don’t know anything about the TV show Dead Like Me; when I first read this fic in 2009, I had never even heard of it. I’ve wondered since then if I like it even better because I don’t know anything about the source material, but I’ll never know.It made me laugh and cry; it’s an emotional roller coaster, and I love it.

2. A fic with a premise that shouldn’t work but does

An Inexplicable Occurrence of Angels by stele3

Bandom ** Frank/Gerard ** 35,192 ** PG-13 ** No Warnings

I've messed with the band timeline, clearly. This is set in summer of 2005... but it ain't the Summer of Like. This is a story about second chances and gutting through your own failures, but never letting them defeat you. Take that, bitches.

Frank (Frank!) is a literal angel, okay, but there is not a thing I don’t love about this story. It’s angsty but still manages to be cute and charming as fuck, and the characterization is great.

3. A fic you’ve reread several times

Seeds by thesardine

Sherlock ** Gen, supposedly ** 5,475 ** PG-13 ** No Warnings

In a fit of boredom Sherlock plants some seeds, may or may not eat one cracker, and definitely waxes dramatic on the sofa for a while.

Sherlock struggles with a bit of depression caused by boredom, and accidentally discovers a hobby he slowly learns to allow himself to enjoy. I love this a lot; the author takes us into Sherlock’s headspace, so you’re painfully aware just how much he needs a distraction, and how much better off he is with John in his life.

4. A fic you still remember many years later

In Care Of by Fangs_Fawn

Harry Potter ** Gen ** 45,319 ** PG-13 ** Child Abuse

During the summer before sixth year, Harry finds an injured bat in the garden and decides to try to heal it...and an unwilling Snape learns just what kind of a person Harry Potter really is.

Between the Dursleys getting what’s coming to them, and the redemption of Harry, Snape, and Dumbledore in each others’ eyes, this story has really stuck with me through the years.

5. A comfort fic

Nature and Nurture by earlgreytea68

Sherlock ** Sherlock/John ** 203,273 ** Mature ** No Warnings

The British Government accidentally clones Sherlock Holmes. Which brings a baby to 221B Baker Street.

Thousands of words of fluff. Literally. There’s not a lot of conflict in this story, which makes it a great comfort fic when your mind is too busy or real life is too depressing.

6. A cathartic fic

The Quiet Man by ivyblossom

Sherlock ** Sherlock/John ** 157,369 ** Explicit ** No Warnings

"Do you just carry on talking when I'm away?"

Post-Reichenbach John is walking the line between fantasy and reality, choosing to stay with the Sherlock in his head rather than deal with the reality where he no longer exists. He eventually manages to attempt a normal life, but he’s bored and basically sleepwalking through his days, so when Sherlock finally reveals himself, it’s the best kind of relief. They go after the last remnants of Moriarty’s web, in hopes of a second chance at the life they should have had together.

7. A fic you’d print and put on your bookshelf

Saving Sherlock Holmes by earlgreytea68

Sherlock ** Sherlock/John Mycroft/Greg ** 139,494 ** Mature ** Underage

Okay. So. This was literally supposed to be, like, three or four chapters as a prologue to the show. Sort of a "what happened in the Holmes childhoods to make them the way they are today." That's why it's set in the time period it is, because I thought I was eventually going to leave them to go on to the show. And then...I got a bit carried away and thought, Here I have established the two young Holmes boys. Now what happens if, instead of making them wait twenty years, I give them everything they need to fix themselves right now? Forty-three chapters later, you have this story.

To be honest, I would like to have most of my favorite fics in book form, with actual pages, that I could pluck from my actual shelf and sit and read without the glare of a screen between us. But I do enjoy the feel of this story, and I do believe it would make a good actual book.

8. A fic you associate with a song

Unholyverse by bexless

Bandom ** Frank/Gerard ** 186,764 ** Explicit ** Violence & Character Death

“He thinks I have stigmata,” Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn’t get any worse. He might as well just lay it out.

“Oh, well,” said Brian into his hands. “Of course.”

Every time I so much as think about this series, MCR’s Heaven Help Us starts playing in my head.

9. A fic that inspires you

Turn by Saras_Girl

Harry Potter ** Harry/Draco ** 306,708 ** Explicit ** No Warnings

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Frankly, I love every single thing this author has ever churned out, but this one is my very favorite. Harry gets a glimpse into what his life could have been, and a chance to make big changes he desperately needs. 

10. A fic that brought you on board a new ship

So, So Fucked by Anonymous

Bandom ** Pete/Patrick ** 12,565 ** Mature ** No Warnings

Pete accidentally "outs" himself and Patrick on Good Morning America. Only problem? They're not gay. What now?

I was reading strictly in Harry Potter at the time, and wasn’t interested in bandom at all, but my best friend was doing betas for someone who was writing in bandom, and she ended up getting into it and then wrote this one, and kept calling me about it to bounce ideas around, and the story was so cute, and Pete and Patrick were so cute, and I suddenly found myself totally invested. Honestly I think it may have been one of the best things that ever happened to me.

11. A fic you wish could be a movie

The Anatomy of a Fall by novembersmith

Bandom ** Frank/Gerard ** 107,525 ** Explicit ** Violence & Character Death

The unholy union of a high school AU and a ghost story. Gerard's life takes a strange turn when his family moves to a small town in Vermont and he discovers the locals aren't all what they seem to be. Also includes: unexpected nature walks, murder, pining, improper treatment of crime scenes, a number of bone-related puns, high school bullies, and a short-range shrub named Ferdinand.

This story has excellent imagery that I think would work really well on the big screen. Plus I can’t even hear the name of it without my heart doing flip-flops.

12. A fic that led to you making friends with the author

Seven ficlets for Valentine’s Day Part VII by RedOrchid

Bandom ** GSF ** 1,042 ** Mature? ** No Warnings

Panic-as-cleaning-equipment-AU Valentine's Day GSF.

I technically don’t have a fic for this bingo square, but this one comes close, I guess. The author was already in my larger circle of friends, but we didn’t actually talk to each other? She wrote this crack ficlet around the same time we started talking to each other more, and I still vividly remember it because of the genius involved in turning band boys into literal cleaning equipment. The line “Ryan bristled” has stuck with me to this day.

13. free space

Elf ‘Verse by mokuyoubi

Bandom ** GSF ** 103,247 ** Explicit ** Underage

Modern AU where Ryan is a famous poet, and he and Spencer are fiercely private and insular and stupidly co-dependent until Jon shows up and effortlessly breaks down all their walls.

Or

Wherein Brendon and Frank are Christmas elves who, inspired by Will Farrell movies, venture into the real world to become rock stars. Or something of that nature.

I’ve got a lot of love for this universe for various reasons, but it’s also fun and heartwarming and honestly, I don’t really need anything else.

14. A fic you’ve gushed about irl

Harry Potter and the Battle of Wills by Jocelyn (and her mum)

Harry Potter ** Mostly Gen ** 137,385 ** Basically PG-13 ** Character Death

Harry mourns his godfather as the war finally begins in earnest, bringing tragedy and new struggles for all those on the side of Good. If they hope to win, all quarrels must be set aside, new alliances must be forged, and Harry Potter must find the courage to face down dark wizards, his own emotions, and a destiny he did not choose. Snape blows his cover as a spy to save Harry from Voldemort.

This begins after Order of the Phoenix, and the story and characters read more like canon than any other HP fic I’ve read, so because of that and because it’s so, so good, I like to rec this one to people who are new to fandom.

15. A fic you associate with a place

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi

Harry Potter ** Harry/Draco ** 57,582 ** Explicit ** No Warnings

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Wiltshire! I’ve never actually been there, but this author is really good about details. The story is also lovely and funny.

16. A fic that made you gasp out loud

Home is a Name by Arsenic

Bandom ** Frank/Gerard ** 39,314 ** Explicit ** No Warnings

MCR Clinic of Love. Companion fic to Wednesday Night Boys.

Okay, so this one is actually a sequel, and the first installment, Wednesday Night Boys, should 100% be read first. It must be said, though, that while the sequel doesn’t have any warnings, Wednesday Night Boys is about the Panic! kids as prostitutes, and has warnings for graphic violence, rape/non-con, and underage sex. The MCR guys work at the free clinic, and Home is a Name focuses on them. They’re honestly both gorgeous stories.

17. A fic you found at the right time

real or not real by thearkdelinquents

Anne with an E ** Anne/Gilbert ** 11,587 ** PG ** No Warnings

“I could do it.” Gilbert said, looking straight ahead.

Anne stopped. “What?”

He turned to look at her; they were just outside Green Gables now. “I could do it. I could court you.”

“What- We- You- I- You don’t like me like that.” Anne sputtered.

Gilbert smirked at her. “Well we could pretend. I could court you and be your fake boyfriend.”

For one of the few times in her life, Anne Shirley-Cuthbert was speechless.

-

a fake dating fic but it's basically just a shirbert To All The Boys I Loved Before au.

I really, really loved Anne with an E. When the final season was released, I spent a weekend binge-watching the entire show, and then it was over and I was bereft, so I decided to see what was available on Ao3, and I found this, and it was exactly what I needed. And now I have another fandom.

18. A fic that you would read fic of

Left by lifeonmars

Sherlock ** Sherlock/John ** 45,153 ** Mature ** No Warnings

John Watson is left-handed.

He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible.

In this universe, all right-handed people have some kind of power, or ‘knack’, most of which are mild and easily categorized. Sherlock’s is rare and believed to be the only one like it in the world. John is left-handed, part of the 10% of the population without a knack. I would read all kinds of fics of this fic.

19. A fic that made you laugh out loud

What to do When Your Flatmate is Homicidal by hyacinth_sky747

Sherlock ** Sherlock/John ** 58,650 ** Explicit ** No Warnings

Sherlock takes Molly's advice when dealing with his dangerous flatmate.

Heartwarming and hilarious. I laughed a lot.

20. A fic with a line (or two) that you’ve memorised by heart

A Necessary Requirement by Bexless

Bandom ** Frank/Gerard ** 3,759 ** Mature ** No Warnings

Right, here is the extremely silly storylet I wrote BY HAND on holiday. On PAPER. With a PEN. My god. The things I do when I'm separated from my beloved net. It is set during the Summer of Like (Warped '05, for those of you who don't know) and is basically a product of my reaction to various pictures of Gerard groping himself on stage, which led to me obsessing about his dick and what it might look like. As usual, I chose to work this obsession out through Frank.

This fic could have gone to multiple other squares, but I am not usually the kind of person who can quote lines from things, and I have many lines from this story committed to memory. I’ve read it multiple times, because I read it every time I need a pick-me-up or a good laugh. Or if I’ve read something scary and I need something lighter before I can actually get up and move around my house...

21. A fic that gave you butterflies

Pretty Much A Sex God by adellyna

Bandom ** Spencer/Jon ** 3,985 ** PG-13 ** No Warnings

Jon and Spencer’s first date.

The Jon in this story is so soft and warm and fluffy and his character makes my heart and stomach do weird things.

22. A fic that embodies something you value in life

A Marauder’s Plan by CatsAreCool (Rachel500)

Harry Potter ** Harry/Hermione ** 865,520 ** PG13 ** Violence/Death/Underage

What if Sirius decided to stay in England and deliver on his promise to raise Harry instead of hiding somewhere sunny? Changes abound with that one decision...

ALSO

Harry’s New Home by kbinnz

Harry Potter ** Gen ** 318,389 ** PG-13 ** Abuse

One lonely little boy. One snarky, grumpy git. When the safety of one was entrusted to the other, everyone knew this was not going to turn out well... Or was it? AU, sequel to "Harry's First Detention". 

In these two stories, Sirius and Severus throw everything they have into creating the best possible world for Harry, as he is their number one priority, because that is exactly how parenthood should be. 

23. A favourite AU

Performance In a Leading Role by Mad_Lori

Sherlock ** Sherlock/John ** 156,714 ** Explicit ** No Warnings

Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world?

This has got quite a bit of schmoop, which isn’t usually my thing, but this story is so, so good, and I always love stories that describe Sherlock realizing and appreciating how extraordinary John is.

24. A fic you stayed up too late to finish reading

Collared by VelvetMace

Sherlock ** Sherlock/John ** 83,028 ** Explicit ** Violence & Rape/Non-Con

In a world where the British Empire is still strong and slavery is her economic backbone, John has become a terrorist for the abolitionist movement. He is caught by Mycroft, enslaved, and given to Sherlock for training. The goal: To test a new kind of slave collar with the power to break even the strongest willed fighter. One that will make even John learn to love being a slave.

Dubious consent, and humiliation. I remember staying up very late reading this one, even though I had to work early the next morning. I just couldn’t put it down. 

25. A fic that made you feel seen

Buy Handmade by jjtaylor

Bandom ** Frank/Gerard ** 18,755 ** Mature ** No Warnings

He knows something else is going to happen; his life isn't always going to be this. He just doesn't know what has to happen for that change to come, for him to wake up and become an artist with an Etsy page and a home studio, and to never have to see a cubicle again.

This is the story of my heart. I have felt Frankie’s feelings and thought his thoughts, and I love that he does something about it, and I love Gerard so, so much. I first read this in 2009, and my love for it has never wavered. I could have used this one for a good half of the bingo squares, but it’s the only one that could go here.

[pufflyhallows]

Professional Players

Pairing: Oliver Wood x reader

Request: Hello!!! I was wondering, if you're up for it, to write for Oliver Wood. Problem is I don't even know what I want really. I want something with feels and fluff, but I want something that is so Oliver, but he is so in his feels like do you see his feels for Quidditch?? Anyways, if the reader could be a year younger? To really give him another level of caring like guiding through life kind of way..I don't know my boyfriend brought something like that up the other day and Oliver seems to fit that.

a/n: I hope this is close to what you wanted! thanks again for requesting, I really enjoyed writing this one and I hope you enjoy reading it just as much <3

Summary: Oliver needs help to decide the next move on his career and you’re there for him. 

Warnings: none

Word count: 3,109

*******

Quidditch. What a lovely word. It brings so many emotions to your core whenever you hear it. Excitement, happiness, euphoria, joy, sometimes anger, but mostly love. The reason why that word is so dear to you is that it reminds you of the sweetest person you know. Your boyfriend.

Being in a relationship with a boy rather… obsessed with Quidditch is a patience exercise. In the beginning, you didn’t really like the sport, but you learned to love it just like him. And everything was so much more fun once you two started enjoying it together.

When you first saw him play after you started dating, the sport became something so wild. You never thought you could flinch and gasp as much as you did that day. The concern and fear of him getting hurt were all too real. He had been seriously hurt before and you were afraid it could happen again. But it didn’t. It never did. As he liked to say, you were his lucky charm.

Oliver was a very focused and determined boy. A little stubborn too. That particular trait of his character caused a few fights throughout your relationship, but nothing you two couldn’t work out. He had many qualities that you cherished. He was understanding, supportive, caring and kind. Oliver was perfect.

You weren’t any different through his eyes. You were the best thing that ever happened to him and he always liked to make sure you knew it.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, you were sitting by the fireplace and reading a random book you had found in the Common Room. There weren’t many students around since most of them would go out and enjoy the sunny free day instead of staying inside.

‘Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,  that I shall say good night till it be morrow.’

It was a very sad and tragic story. It must’ve been a muggle book.

“Did you know Puddlemere United is Dumbledore’s favorite team?” your boyfriend asked as he sat on the couch, dragging you away from the world you were immersed in.

“Oh, hey!” you greeted him, “How was practice? And no, I didn’t.”

“It was nice. Listen, they’ve just sent me this,” he handed you an envelope and you frowned.

“Who?”

He pointed at the information written on the paper and you gasped.

“Puddlemere United!” your eyes widened, “Is this…?”

“Read it,” Oliver spoke through an amused smirk.

Greetings, Mr. Wood.

We have followed your performance and ability development throughout the years and we’ve concluded your profile is exactly what we look for in our players.

The Puddlemere United Team would be honored to have you in the position of reserve Keeper, gracing us with your skills and experience in field.

Please take your time to make your decision and don’t hesitate to contact us. We hope you join our team as soon as you finish your studies.

Best regards, Jacob Winston Puddlemere United’s Manager

“Oh my God, Oliver!” you looked at him with the biggest smile, “This is amazing!”

You rushed into his arms and hugged him tightly.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered in his ear.

“Thank you, love,” he smiled as you sat back, “But I also got this.”

Oliver took the Puddlemere United letter from your hand and gave you another envelope.

You opened it feeling curious.

Dear, Mr. Wood.

It is with great pleasure that I write to offer you the position of reserve Keeper in the Chudley Cannons’ Team. After several months of keeping up with your progress and training, we’ve decided you are the best option for us.

We hope you accept our invitation and join us as soon as possible. The Chudley Cannons look forward to your reply.

Sincerely, Ragmar Dorkins Chudley Cannons’ Manager

You laughed. Your boyfriend was one of the most talented people you’ve ever met, so it wasn’t a surprise that two famous teams wanted him to be part of them. Still, you laughed nervously.

“I… don’t know what to say,” you looked at him, “This is more than amazing.”

“I’m still trying to process it,” he chuckled, “It’s so surreal.”

“I am so, so proud of you, Oliv. Congratulations,” you hugged him again. This time, tears of joy insisted to overflow your eyes and you took your time before sitting back.

“Thank you,” Oliver replied in a choked voice. Now that was a surprise.

“Are you… Are you crying, love?” you asked as you reached out and gently placed a hand on his cheek.

“Y-Yeah, sorry,” he rubbed his eyes before the tears could fall down.

“What? Don’t be sorry! I’m just... surprised,” you chuckled lightly and caressed his face with your thumb, “You’re emotional. That’s completely normal. Don’t suppress it.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he sighed relieved that you weren’t judging him. You never did, why would you?

You hugged him one more time.

“So…” you sat straight, “Which one are you choosing?”

“I have no idea yet,” he admitted.

“Well, you know I don’t know much about sports, but I can help,” you offered.

“That would be great. Thanks again, doll,” he gave you a shy smile.

“But let’s relax for now. I can see you’re tense,” you lay back on the sofa and pulled him to lie on top of you.

“I am, actually. I’m nervous too,” Oliver spoke against your neck, giving you a tingling sensation.

“Everything is going to be just fine,” you whispered as you started running your fingers up and down his back, “I’m sure we’ll find the answers you need and you’ll make the right decision.”

“I really hope so.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The day after Oliver received his letters, you were already in the library doing your research. You found very interesting books that gave you very interesting information, but you were still struggling to figure out how it could help you.

You read about both teams’ histories and all about the leagues and cups. By the end of the day, you finally truly understood Quidditch and you sensed you had the answers your boyfriend needed.

Feeling happy and excited, you left the library and headed back to the Common Room.

Oliver was chatting with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley when you approached him with an optimistic look on your face.

“Hi,” you greeted the three boys.

“Hey! Where were you?” Oliver asked curiously.

“At the library. I know all the Quidditch fouls now,” you joked.

“Oh, really?” he smiled at you, “Well, Ron was telling me about why I should choose the Cannons.”

“They’re simply the best team to ever exist,” Ron said matter-of-factly.

“But they haven’t won the League since 1892,” you reasoned.

“They haven’t?” Oliver seemed surprised, “But at least they were fourth in 1992.”

“Actually, they were ninth,” you corrected him politely.

Your boyfriend looked at you in a way he had never done before. He seemed… shocked, and slightly embarrassed.

“So what?” Ron protested, “That doesn’t mean they’re not a good team.”

“I’m pretty sure it d-“

“You’re right, Ron,” Oliver interrupted you, “Now if you excuse us, Y/N and I need to talk.”

“Bye,” you waved at the two boys as you followed your boyfriend to his dorm.

“I think Ron is a bit deluded,” you commented once you were alone with Oliver.

“Yeah. Listen, were you reading about Chudley Cannons at the library?” the boy asked and you nodded, “Y/N! You didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did! I told you I would help.”

“But you spent the whole day there. I thought you were studying important things.”

“This is important, Oliv. It’s your future.”

“You didn’t have to, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. Your boyfriend’s stubbornness was the only annoying thing about him.

“Do you wanna know what I found out?” you proposed before that little discussion could become another silly fight.

Oliver looked at you quite hesitantly before giving a positive response.

“Cannons’ motto is ‘Let's all just keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best’,” you said. 

“What? I thought it was ‘We shall conquer’.”

“It was. They changed it in 1972.”

“Oh, Merlin. Why didn’t I know that?”

“Because the Chudley Cannons are usually on the background and you focus on teams like Montrose Magpies, Wimbourne Wasps, and Puddlemere United,” you explained, “In other words, winners.”

“Well, it’s true that the Chudley Cannons don’t make as many appearances as the ones you’ve mentioned, but… Ron told me they have won the League 21 times,” Oliver argued, “And Puddlemere United won 22 times. It isn’t a big difference.”

“Ron is right, the Cannons did win 21 times,” you nodded, “But the last one was in 1892 like I said downstairs. And they never won the European Cup, while Puddlemere United won two times.”

“Okay,” Oliver sat on his bed, “So you want me to choose Puddlemere United?”

“I want you to choose, so I’m telling you the facts,” you shrugged, “The Chudley Cannons won the Josef Wronski Award for Excellent Pitch Skills in 1931. They’re not as bad as I may have implied.”

You swallowed hard. You wanted him to choose Puddlemere. The Cannons were known for their ill luck and you wanted your boyfriend to be happy and successful. But you also wanted him to make his own decision.

Oliver chuckled, which made you frown and cross your arms silently.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you replied, “but I don’t understand.”

“I’m just in shock. How can I be so lucky?”

You didn’t say anything, waiting for him to continue.

“When you said you were going to help me, I thought you were just going to listen to me and… I don’t know, talk. I didn’t think you would spend the day at the library and come back as a human encyclopedia. I don’t deserve that, Y/N. You really didn’t have to.”

“Stop saying that, Oliver! It’s your career we’re talking about. I know how important it is to you,” you sat next to him, “And it is important to me too. You don’t think your happiness matters to me?”

“Actually, no. I didn’t think it mattered that much,” he confessed as he put one arm around your shoulder and pulled you close enough for him to kiss your forehead, “Thank you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, silly,” you gave him a soft kiss on the lips, “And stop thinking that I don’t care about you.”

“I never thought that. It’s just… I hadn’t realized how much you cared and I’m glad to know it’s almost just as much as I care about you.”

“Almost?” you giggled.

“Love, trust me. No one will ever care about someone as much as I care about you. It’s impossible.”

“Aw, stop,” you hid your face on your hands and you both laughed.

Oliver moved your hands away from your face and kissed you. He kissed you gently, in a tender way that made you feel every inch of your body alive. He had that power of making you feel like you owned the world every time he put his hands on you.

“Next year, I will be the reserve Keeper of the Puddlemere United’s Team,” your boyfriend stated, revealing his choice. 

“And I’ll be here, missing you but also rooting for you every single day,” you smiled sadly but feeling really proud of him. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“C’mon, Y/N!” Layla knocked on your dorm’s door, “You said we would meet in the common room in five minutes! It’s been fifteen bloody minutes!”

“I’m coming!” you yelled back as you put on your earrings. 

The Yule Ball was something you weren’t quite excited about. The Triwizard Tournament was cool and you liked it! But the ball itself... kind of made you feel sad. You wished so badly that Oliver was there with you. How would he react if he saw you in that dress? 

You didn’t want to go initially, but your best friend Layla insisted so much that you gave in. She was really happy about that ball. Of course she was! If you had your boyfriend with you like she did, you would be happy too. 

“I’m here,” you said in a very emotionless tone after you left your dorm and met your friend outside.

“Gee, girl. Cheer up! We’re gonna have fun!” she smiled excitedly, “And, oh my God, you look stunning!”

“Thanks,” you gave her a tiny smile back, “You too.”

Layla intertwined her arm with yours and pulled you gently but firmly towards the Great Hall, where the ball would take place.

Would he like your dress? You knew Oliver was doing more important things at that exact moment, but you couldn’t stop imagining his reaction. Would he notice you were wearing the ring he gave you before leaving Hogwarts? 

“Hello? Is Y/N there?” Layla called and you realized you two were standing at the Great Hall entrance, “Are you okay, babe?”

“Yeah, I just...” you sighed, “wish he was here.”

“I know,” she replied in a very odd tone, looking at you with a weird expression. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nope,” she looked away, “I m-mean, nothing.”

You frowned at her. She was hiding something. 

“Hey, beautiful,” a boy approached Layla and threw his arm around her waist, pulling her for a kiss. And a very eager one. You felt really uncomfortable. 

“I think I’m gonna go in now,” you said while they still kissed, “The opening is about to start and... you’re not listening.”

You walked away feeling upset. Layla had promised she wouldn’t forget about you as soon as her boyfriend appeared. But she did, like always. 

Inside, the Great Hall didn’t look like the usual big room with four long tables. The decoration looked so lovely and all the students seemed so happy that you felt a tiny little sparkle of joy inside your chest. The energy on the room was quite contagious. 

When the opening started, Layla and her boyfriend were nowhere to be seen.

“Typical,” you snorted to yourself.

The four school champions entered the hall with their dates and did all the formalities the occasion required. Professor McGonagall looked quite satisfied with their performance. Soon enough, other students started dancing along with the champions and even a couple of teachers joined them as well. That was your cue to find a table and sit for the rest of the night. Three boys had asked you to be their date days before the Ball, but you declined all of them.

You walked over to the most discrete table you could find and sat down. You looked around and spotted several glasses and drinks on a balcony. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to have a few. 

You stood up and grabbed the first bottle you saw. When you poured the liquid in a glass and took it to have a sip, hands covered your eyes from behind and you smelled the very familiar scent that came along with the action. You heart skipped a beat. 

“Oliver?”, you asked as you touched the also familiar strong hands. 

“Surprise,” he whispered in your ear before uncovering your eyes and spinning you around. 

“Oliv!” you jumped on him and hugged him as tight as you could, not letting go for a couple of minutes. Oliver hugged you back and kissed your cheek, jaw and neck several times. 

“Oh, I missed you so much...” he breathed against your skin. 

“I missed you too.”

Your boyfriend moved away only to kiss you deeply and eagerly after months apart from you. You were aware that people could see you two making out like that, but you didn’t care. You loved that boy more than anything. Maybe you wouldn’t judge Layla so much next time.

Oliver stopped the kiss after you were both out of breath. He had a big smile on his face and his lips were rosy from your lipstick. 

“You look... Wow... I don’t have enough words to describe how beautiful you look right now,” he said as he scanned your entire body. 

“Thank you, love,” you smiled feeling your cheeks slightly warm, “And you look really hot. I might have to fight some girls tonight as they can’t take their eyes off of you.”

“I can say the same about the guys in here,” he joked and moved closer for another kiss. A quick one this time. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked, “I mean, is it allowed?”

“Yeah. I talked to Professor McGonagall about this weeks ago. She said she saw no problem with it.”

“Oh, I’m so happy you’re here,” you smiled and hugged him again. 

“Me too. I thought I wouldn’t make it,” he said, “We had practice the entire day, that’s why I was late.”

“What matters is that you’re here. But you must be so tired!” you pulled him gently to the table you were sitting at before and he sat down.

“I am, but I would run a marathon right now if that meant I would get to see you,” he confessed as he pulled you to sit on his lap.

“You’re cute,” you joked and wiped the stain of lipstick on his lips, “You should thank Layla. I didn’t wanna come but she really insisted. It even got annoying at a certain point.”

“Oh, did she?” Oliver nodded slightly, pretending to think, “What a nice friend.”

You raised an eyebrow at him before you finally understood.

“It was a setup!” your jaw dropped as he started laughing, “She knew!”

“Well, I had to make sure you would be here,” he shrugged.

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed as well, “But everything makes sense now.”

“Good,” he gave you another peck on the lips, “Now, may I have the pleasure of dancing with you, m’lady?”

“Hm, I don’t know...” you teased, “I only dance with professional Quidditch players.”

“Oh. You’re a lady with very high standards.”

“Indeed. But I will make an exception for you because you’re quite cute.”

“I’m honored.”

You exchanged a smile before Oliver guided you through the people towards the dance-floor, where multiple couples were dancing already, including Layla and her boyfriend.

When she saw the two of you dancing together, she waved at you with a guilty smile. You waved back wearing a thankful one.

“I thought it would be a really boring night,” you admitted to Oliver, “I’m glad to see I was wrong.”

“I’m glad too,” he smiled, “I missed you.”

“I missed you more.”

Your boyfriend softly pressed his lips against yours and pulled you even closer to him. 

That night was far from being boring...

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Falling like leaves (Not a Request)

Note: Pure fluff! Fall fanfiction! Yay another Thor one! Idea came from the lovely @senpaiweird who helped me write something! This is dedicated to her!

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

Words: 1515

Thor Odinson was a very curious man about new things that was in the world of Midgard. He questioned everything, tried new things just to see what it would be like. This world was strange, because they had things he had never seen before and Jane never really showed him the world. After Thor had come back from being gone from Midgard for almost six months Jane told him that she found someone new. Thor, being the good man that he was, respected her decision and allowed her to move on to bigger and better things. Still he was slightly in a depressed mood due to losing her, but that’s when he met (Y/N). She was included into the Avengers while he was away for her powers with the four main elements of water, fire, earth, and winds.

Thor found himself caring for her more than he had ever cared for someone. That’s when he decided to ask her out and much to his surprise she agreed. Now here they are almost a year later in the cold morning of October with the other Avengers eating breakfast. “I have some community service to do today. Rake up the leaves in the park.” (Y/N) said while sipping her glass of juice. “Ew, have fun with that.” Tony comments, looking up from his second cup of coffee as she rolled her eyes. “Jeez thanks. I hope I won’t jump in them like I did when I was a kid.” She chuckled as they others nod. “Jump in the leaves?” Thor asked quirking an eyebrow as she looked back to him from the living room. “Yeah, jump in the leaves.” She grins.

“Why in the world would you do something like that?” Thor questioned with a confused expression on his face that made him look adorable. “For fun..? You’ve never jumped in leaves?” She asked when he shook his head. “I have not tried this jumping of the leaves.” He said as her eyes widened before she stood up. “What! What kind of childhood did you have? A crappy one if you ask me.” She tsked, crossing her arms. “My childhood was just fine. I was fighting off enemies who dared to take foot inside the land of Asgard with ill intentions.” Thor grins as she stared at him for a moment along with everyone else who didn’t know what to say. “Um… Okay, anyway you’re going to come with when I go to the park.” She said excitedly.

“To partake in this jumping of the leaves right?” He asked as she nods. “So you can experience what it means to be a kid.” She chuckles before walking over to him as she offers out her hand. “You will not allow me to do anything else will you?” He asked as she shook her head with a grin. “Of course not, and you love me so much.” She said when he took her hand and stood up. “That shall never be questioned.” He said before they walked towards the elevator. “Have fun, and be save!” Steve calls as (Y/N) smiles. “Can do Cap.” She calls back before the doors closed when she immediately turned to him with a grin. “Ready to have fun?” She asked as he looks to her with a quirked eyebrow.

“You’re definition of fun to my definition of fun are two entirely different scenarios.” Thor said, chuckling softly. “Right sorry not all of us can be Gods.” She comments when he grins. “Snarky. I see why I like your attitude.” He said as she winks before stepping off the elevator. “Now, wait a moment my Lady. Are you not going to this park to clean the leaves?” He asked as she nods. “Yeah, but nobody told me I couldn’t jump in them. Besides afterwards we’ll clean them up and get them out of there.” She said, grinning which caused him to chuckle at her excited demeanor. “Come on.” She started to drag him down the street.

“I am moving my Lady, I am.” He said as she acted like a kid who was going to an amusement park. “Not fast enough.” She huffs when he rolls his eyes before throwing her over his shoulder causing others to look over to him. He started to casually stroll down the street as her entire face flustered when she looked to the people who were staring. “Am I moving sufficiently enough for your standards, my Lady?” He asked with a grin of mischief. “Shut it.” She mumbled not struggling against him, because he did this a lot more than she’d like to admit and he would not put her down until they got to the park.

He finally set her onto her feet at the entrance of the park and much to their surprise it was empty aside from the different colored leaves that littered the green grass. The wind was gently swaying the trees like a dance that caused a smile of awe to spread across both of their faces. She grabbed the rake and the garbage bags so they could start when he looks around the park, frowning. “Strange to see no a single soul is here.” He comments as she nods before shrugging. “Probably posted a sign saying that it was getting cleaned today and to not go in there unless they are the cleanup crew.” She suggested as he nods.

“That seems reasonable.” He comments before she started to rake the leaves up. “Wait a moment my Lady, does this not seem… impractical?” He asked tilting his head as she looks to him. “What do you mean?” She asked. “Well you are raking all of these leaves up… just to jump in them. Will they not spill out and make a mess that you must repeat again?” He questioned as she laughs. “Yeah, but the jumping part makes it all worth it.” She said when he shrugs. “Alright, I guess I shall support your reasonings behind this.” He mumbles as she chuckles going back to raking up the leaves into a giant pile.

Thor looked around the park and before too long she was done considering it was a smaller park. “There.” She huffs in happiness before looking to him. “Ready?” She asked when he shrugged. “As I’ll ever be I suppose.” He grins causing her to roll her eyes before she turned him around from the leaf pile and stood next to him, facing the same direction. “Alright, on the count of three.” She said taking his hand before counting back when she jerked him back as they both tumbled into the leaves. Some flew up into the air as they scattered on the ground when Thor and (Y/N) were laughing beneath the piles of colors.

“That… That was enjoyable! I have never felt such excitement for something so simple!” He exclaims with pride and happiness swelling on his face. She covered her mouth laughing at his adorable expression when he stood up and helping her from the ground, dusting themselves off. “We must do this again!” He said as she giggles, watching him beam like a child getting a new toy. “Yeah? See I told you.” (Y/N) nods when he picked her up by her hips as she gasped. “I shall never question your stories of amusement again! This has been ecstatic!” He bellows before setting her back down only to pull her into a kiss by cupping her face.

She chuckles, kissing back before pulling away as she picked up the rake. “One more time?” She asked biting her lip. “Another!” He demands excitedly as she giggles before they collect the leaves while some of them were crushed from the fall most of them were fine. Once more they raked up the leaves and fell into the pile, laughing like idiots over something so small. Yet it is the small things in life that people should enjoy the most, small little moments in time that could mean everything. Thor had helped clean up the leaves and picked the leaves from her hair with a chuckle of delight. “There is so much that I have to learn from Midgard. I love it!” He grins.

“Come on, let’s go get something to eat. I’m cold and starving.” She said as he nods when she looks to him. “You ever have a snowball fight in Winter?” She asked when his face once more held confusion. “Snowball fight? What is this?” He asked as her eyes lit up. “Oh. My. Goodness. The moment snow hits the ground of this park Avengers are having a snowball fight! It’s happening! I’m serious!” She said when he chuckles cupping her face. “You are adorable when you get excited.” He chuckles. “You’re adorable when you learn new Midgard things.” She resorts as he laughs. “I have you to thank for that.” He said before they went out of the park, throwing the garbage bags away as they started walking down the street. Oh, an Avenger snowball fight will definitely be something to remember.

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In Case You Didn’t Know

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7qaHdHpSjX8

Here is something I decided to write cause it’s like 1am here and I’m trying to get back into writing (those of you that requested something from me, I apologize so much and I will get those as soon as I can. This is something to shake the rust off a bit.

Okay, so we all know Pete isn’t exactly expressive (except when he’s murdering someone lol), so I thought this song would fit this. This is “In Case You Didn’t Know” by Brett Young. Yes, I realize this is a country song but I find country music says things you didn’t know they could. 

Fluff, Smut

Tagging:   @wwesmutdonedirtcheap  @wrasslesmut  @hiitsmecharlie basically anyone that’s a Pete Dunne fan 

Word Count: 3583

(I didn’t add a name or details for the OC, and that’s because I want you guys to imagine yourselves for it, hence the reference of she/her)

“There, that should do it,” Pete said as he made the final touches on his surprise for her. He hoped she loved it because he usually didn’t do things like this – it wasn’t that he refused to, it was just he didn’t know how to express his feelings. He knew the feeling of aggression well and could express that like no one else could but this? No, this was odd to him but she made him feel things he didn’t know he could. There was a knock on the door and he looked up. He exhaled slowly as he adjusted the collar on his shirt and took one last look at the elegantly set table. He walked over to the door and opened and a smile spread over his face when he saw her.

God, she’s gorgeous, he thought.

“Hi,” she said as she kissed him on the cheek.

“Hey,” he replied.

“So what’s the occasion? You don’t usually dress up – or invite me to dinner,” she said with a lilting laugh that gave him a warm, tingling feeling in his body.

“I have something I wanted to say and I didn’t know how else to do it,” he told her in his thick accent.

“Hmm. This should be fun,” she replied as she walked in. She gasped as she saw the beautifully laid table, complete with candles and a vase of her favorite flowers – calla lilies.

“You did this. For me?” she wanted to know. He nodded sheepishly.

“Pete, you’re wonderful,” she whispered as she kissed him again, this time on the lips. Pete pulled her closer as he cradled the back of her head with his callused hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist. He moaned as she nipped at his lip and he knew he had to break the kiss because otherwise, they’d never make it to dinner.

“Aww, I was enjoying that,” she mock-whined with a devilish pout.

“Ah, I know, petal. But I want you to eat first,” he told her, jerking his head towards the table.

“Will you be dessert, then?” she asked with a wink.

“That depends on if you’re a good girl,” he whispered in her ear.

“Only for you, my love,” she whispered back.

Pete turned her around and led her to the table, where he pulled out her chair. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her and he knew he wanted her but he just didn’t know the right way to tell her.

“I know you liked wine, so I got you a bottle. Is that alright?” Pete asked once they sat down.

“Alright with me. Sure you don’t want a glass?” she asked once she took her glass that he filled up for her. He gave her one of his trademark sneers which made her laugh.

“I’m kidding, Pete.”

“I know. I also cooked dinner for you and yes, I added non vegan products.”

“You didn’t have to do all of this for me. Really. You didn’t,” she said as she reached for his hand. He took her hand and rubbed it with his thumb.

“I know, but I needed to. I…” he trailed off. She put her wineglass down and cocked her head.

“What is it?”

“Can we at least start eating first? Please? I can’t think without food.”

She rolled her eyes and took her hand from his.

“Okay, fine. You weirdo. We’ll eat.”

That earned her a smile.

“You know, when you smile, you’ve got the best smile. I want you to smile more,” she told him.

“Nah. Then I wouldn’t be the Bruiserweight and what good would that do?” he quipped as he took a drink of water.

“Fine. Will you smile more for me, then?”

“Of course. Only for you, though.”

They ate in silence for a while, but Pete just couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so different from him – for one, she was American. She also wasn’t a vegan, as evidenced by her tearing into a steak that he grilled for her alone. Sometimes, he didn’t know why she put up with him – he was moody and he beat people up for a living. 

“I can’t count the times

I almost said what’s on my mind

But I didn’t

Just the other day

I wrote down all the things I’d say

But I couldn’t

I just couldn't”

They finished their dinner and while Pete was putting the dishes in the sink – at his insistence because she kept wanting to help him clear away the table – she was drinking her second glass of wine, taking him in and wondering why he picked her. He was pretty famous in his home country of England and there was no doubt he had women falling over him trying to get his attention. She bit her lip and smiled to herself as she remembered him asking her out for the first time; the way he tripped over his words and the way he kept glancing at her nervously. She found the whole thing hilarious because she knew what he did for a living and she thought his whole rough and tumble persona was just that – a persona and there was actually a soft, kind man underneath the callused hands and the semi-permanent sneer that was fixed on his lips.

“Okay, those are done,” Pete announced.

“Ah, good! Now you can tell me what it is you wanted to say.”

“You wanna go sit down?” he asked, pointing towards his sofa.

“Sure.”

They walked over to his couch, where she promptly kicked off her heels and placed her legs into his lap. He started massaging her feet and calves, which elicited a soft moan from her.

“That feels amazing,” she said softly.

“Good. Okay, I’m ready. I think,” he whispered nervously. She put her now empty glass down and leaned closer to him.

“Baby I know that you’ve been wondering

Mmm, so here goes nothing”

“What is it?” she asked as she pushed back a lock of blonde hair that had fallen in his face.

“I… I love you. I’m fucking crazy about you. I just… I’m not great at these things but I needed to tell you. Like, I have to tell you this. Everything about you drives me fucking insane but I want it. I want… I want you,” he said, almost in a rush.

“In case you didn’t know

Baby I’m crazy bout you

And I would be lying if I said

That I could live this life without you

Even though I don’t tell you all the time

You had my heart a long long time ago

In case you didn’t know”

She was absentmindedly stroking his hair and she stopped when she heard his confession.

“Pete,” she whispered.

He looked at her expectantly as he bit his lip.

“S-say something?”

She said nothing but in response, she leaned over and kissed him softly. She ran her hand through his hair as she kissed him and he was so taken aback that his arm stopped in midair before finally wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her heart beat picking up pace and his beginning to match it. He moved to lay down on the couch, stretching out his legs but keeping a firm hold on her so that she didn’t fall off.

After a while, she came up for air and laid her head on his chest. He stroked her hair as he struggled to find the words.

“You’re… awfully quiet, love. Did I say something wrong?” Pete whispered.

She looked up at him and smiled.

“Not at all, baby. In fact, I’m glad you said that. I… I love you too.”

Pete let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

“The way you look tonight

That second glass of wine

That did it

There was something bout that kiss

Girl it did me in

Got me thinking

I’m thinking”

“I know. It’s just nice to hear the words. Especially when I don’t know how to say them and don’t say them all the time.”

“It’s okay, Pete. I know you have to keep up appearances but you know you can let down your guard with me. It’s okay,” she murmured.

“You’ve got all of me  I belong to you Yeah you’re my everything”

“I want to. I’m trying to, love. I… just don’t know how to.”

“Let me help you, then.” 

Pete looked at her with questioning eyes and all he got in response was a devilish grin. He moved his hands until they were resting on her hips and he looked up at her.

“Take me to bed,” she whispered as she leaned down to kiss him slowly and passionately. Pete moaned and tightened his grip on her hips while she reached for his shirt to start unbuttoning it. Once she had it unbuttoned all the way, she spread her hands out across his broad torso and slid it off. Pete sat up to help take it off and then reached for the back of her dress. He fumbled with the zipper as he littered her neck and shoulders with kisses and small nibbles. She leaned away from him to finish taking off her dress and he stared at her with hungry eyes. She bit her lip as she held his gaze.

“Like what you see?” she murmured seductively.

“You have no idea,” he growled as he leaned over to kiss her, this time more roughly. He bit her lip, eliciting a moan from her which in turn, made him groan. He gripped the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her soft hair as he slid his tongue in her mouth and kissing her as roughly and hotly as he could. She dug her nails into his broad shoulders as she moaned louder this time. He took his free hand to hook her leg and pull it up around his waist.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous, darling,” he groaned as he made his way down to her chest. He made quick work of her lacy bra and he began to kiss her heaving breasts while she moaned his name.

“Pete!” she cried out when she felt his teeth bite her breast. He kissed the spot then slowly started to lick her nipple while his other hand was squeezing and playing with her other breast. He grazed his teeth over one pert nipple while he pinched the other, making her squirm underneath him. He switched over as she continued to squirm under him.

Once he had had his fill, he came back up to kiss her again.

“Sit up,” Pete commanded. She did as she was told and she watched in anticipation. Pete pulled her closer to him so that she was on the edge of the couch and he spread her legs apart.

“Ooh. What are you planning, Mr. Dunne?” she wanted to know as she ran her hands through his now messy hair. Pete looked up and flashed her a wolfish grin.

“You’re about to find out, sweetheart,” was his reply as he made her matching lace boyshorts disappear.

“Eyes on me,” he said sharply. She kept her eyes on him as he took one callused hand and spread her lips apart and pressed his thumb against her clit. He rubbed it enough to make her moan his name and then he slid one finger inside her, making her gasp.

“Ahh,” she moaned. Pete slid his finger back out and then in quickly. He then added another finger, keeping the same pace.

“P-Pete…” she gasped out as she reached for his free hand. He obliged as he laced his fingers with hers, never taking his eyes off her or breaking his pace.

“You feel so good,” he whispered. He leaned in to kiss her stomach and thighs as he kept working his fingers in and out of her now wet pussy. He bit the sensitive skin on her inner thighs, making her gasp and cry out.

“I… I want…” she said breathlessly. Pete glanced up at her and whispered,

“What do you want?” as he kept his languid pace. “Tell me.”

“I want… your mouth.”

“Where, sweetheart?”

“Where… where your fingers… are.”

“Oh? What’s the magic word, darling?” he murmured as he kissed slowly and ever closer to where his fingers were.

“Please!” she squeaked.

Pete stopped his fingering then. He bit her other thigh, eliciting another moan from her lips.

“Okay. But first you gotta do something for me,” he said.

“Anything,” she told him.

“Kiss me.” She leaned down to kiss his lips; he then slid one wet finger in between her lips.

“Suck it clean,” he told her. She obliged happily, sucking his finger until it was dry. Once it was done, Pete took the other finger and slipped it into his mouth, watching her as he did so.

“You taste pretty good,” he remarked after he took his finger out of his mouth.

“Yea?” she said. She motioned for him to come closer. “Keep tasting,” she whispered as she brought his head closer to her outstretched legs.

Pete bit his lip and then put his head between her legs. He enthusiastically went to work, licking and sucking on her clit. He gripped her thighs to steady himself as he kept licking her.

“Ahh! Pete! Ohh, god, you feel amazing,” she moaned as gripped the back of his head. Pete slipped a finger back in and began working in tandem with his skilled tongue, making her buck her hips and writhe in pleasure on the couch. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest and she didn’t know how much more she could take.

Pete kept up this tandem for a little while, at least until he felt her tensing up.

“You’re not ready, now, are ya darling?” he whispered teasingly as he licked her wet thighs.

“I…”

“You what?”

“Want…”

“Want what?” Pete asked as he kept fingering her, this time going a little faster. He nibbled on her thighs as she cried out. She arched her back as she felt her first climax rip through her.

“Ah, there we go,” he whispered against her leg. He slowly kissed his way back up her body, making sure to leave little bites here and there until he reached her mouth.

“Darling, you feel…” he kissed her. “… and taste amazing.”

“I want you… inside me,” she told him once she caught her breath.

“Oh, you do?”

She nodded. Pete looked at her coming apart as he contemplated this. He had been wanting this all night since she walked in wearing his favorite dress and he couldn’t keep himself from imagining tearing her clothes off and fucking her senseless on the table, dinner be damned.

“How bad?” he whispered in her ear before nipping the earlobe.

“Bad.”

Pete reached down between her legs to slip his fingers back in, which made her moan his name.

“Tell… me,” he said, punctuating his words with the movement of his fingers.

“Please fuck me!” she screamed out.

“Good girl.” Pete slid his fingers out of her and sat on the couch next to her. He ran his eyes over her, taking her in and a slow grin spread over his face. He bit his lip as he reached for his boxers, which he quickly slid off.

“You’re just now taking your boxers off?” she asked.

“Didn’t wanna rush.”

She reached over to take his hard cock in her hand and she slowly went up and down, making him moan a little. She watched his head fall back and his mouth open in short gasps as she moved her hand up and down.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he growled. She stopped long enough to adjust herself in his lap. He sat up and saw her in his lap and grinned.

“I suppose you want me to fuck you now?” he asked.

“Of course. Well, not yet,” she told him.

“Not yet? What do you mean?” he growled, gripping her hips.

“Got a condom?”

“Oh. Yea. Look in my pants down there,” he told her.

“You always keep a condom in your pants, Pete?” she asked as she got off his lap to get his pants. Her position made her ass a prime target and Pete bit his lip before delivering a sharp smack to her ass, making her cry out.

“Aah!”

“To answer your question, yes. At least when you come around, I do. Got it yet?” he asked as he rubbed her thighs. She straightened up and turned back around, holding a shiny packet in between her fingers.

“Good. Come here,” he commanded as he roughly pulled her down to him. She settled on his lap as she handed the condom over to him. He ripped the packaging open with his teeth and pulled out the condom.

“Wait,” she whispered. Pete looked up at her.

“What is it?”

She held up a finger and adjusted herself so that she was dangerously close to the tip of his cock. She then took it in her hand and slid up against it so he was teasing her, drawing the moment out a little longer. Pete couldn’t tear his eyes away from her hands and gripped her hips with his own. He growled low in his throat and his jaw tensed as he watched her tease herself.

“If you don’t stop…” he warned.

“What are you gonna do?” she purred. He gripped her hips harder, making her stop. He slowly slid the condom that he was holding on to his cock and then pulled her closer.

“Kiss me,” he told her.

She kissed him as he began slowly sliding inside her. She gasped against his mouth and he chuckled under his breath.

“Mmph. You feel amazing,” he moaned.

“Pete…” she groaned as she dug her nails into his shoulders. He held her hips as he began a slow, steady pace, making sure she felt every… last… inch. Once he was completely inside her, he pulled out and then thrust back into her, making her cry out.

“That feels so fucking good, Pete,” she moaned. She began rocking her hips against him, matching his pace. She grinded against him and they kept this pace for a little while.

“Pete…” she moaned. He kissed her and then held her tighter as he began to pick up the pace, moving his hips a little faster. She matched the pace as she started to bounce up and down on him. He slid his hands down to her ass and squeezed as he went a little faster. He leaned in to kiss her neck and she could feel him panting against her neck.

“Ohh, god…” she moaned.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamned good,” he replied.

“More,” she gasped and he picked up the pace even more.

After a bit, Pete moved them both so she was laying down on the couch.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he told her. She did so and slid her hands through his hair as he held her hips. He began to thrust in and out a little faster now while she arched her back to meet him.

“Mmm… such a pretty little neck,” he murmured as he reached down for it, bracing himself with the arm of the couch. He slowly grasped her neck and while he continued to thrust, he squeezed, making her gasp.

“P-Pete…” she said breathlessly.

“Want me to stop?” he asked.

“N…no.” Pete squeezed her throat just slightly harder as he kept thrusting in and out. She raked her nails down his back in response.

“More…” she moaned and he squeezed just hard enough for it to hurt in the best way as he picked up the pace. He then took his hand away from her throat, making her gasp and ran it down to her hip where he gripped it as he began a frenetic pace.

“Pete!” she screamed out as he pounded her soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck!” he shouted as he felt his body tense up but he knew she had to come first, always. He wouldn’t deprive her of that pleasure and it was always so enticing to watch her beautiful face screw up as she orgasmed, usually loudly and without abandon. He watched her squeeze her eyes shut and his name spill from her lips as she began to climax, raking her nails down his chest. He gripped her hips tightly as he gave one final thrust before his own orgasm overtook him.

He wanted to collapse but kept his grip on the arm of the couch so his weight wouldn’t crush her. He panted heavily before slowly sliding out of her slick, wet pussy. She gave a soft moan and a whimper, which drove him crazy.

“Pete…” she gasped. “Aah.”

“Yes, my love?” he panted.

“You… fuck.”

“Exactly,” he whispered before kissing her.

He laid back on the couch but not before pulling her to him so she was lying on his chest. He stroked her hair as they began to come back down from their high.

They were still for a while after that, the only noises being their soft yet ragged breathing.

“So does that answer your question?” Pete asked after a while. She looked up at him and replied,

“What question?”

“How much you mean to me,” he said softly before kissing the top of her head.

“Of course.”