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heartkyeom · 3 years ago

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now or never pt. 1

xu minghao x fem!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 (finale)

word count: 7k

synopsis: when you make a chance encounter with your ex, you end up saying that you're engaged to your estranged neighbor xu minghao. when you find out your ex is coming to your friend's wedding, you've only got a month to become a convincing couple.

warnings: (almost) strangers to lovers, fake marriage, shitty ex!joshua, scenes with enclosed spaces (only in this part), angst, a tiny bit of fluff.

notes: hi omg! my first series!!! i repurposed this first part from something I was writing for another fandom forever ago and it inspired me to make it into a series! hope you enjoy it!! tag list: @venusdaisies @mangogyu @idyllic-ghost

You didn’t want to admit that you were having a terrible day, but it was getting ridiculous at this point.

You managed to almost miss the train, get stuck on said train for an hour, and break a heel the moment you arrived at work. Luckily, you had a pair of tennis shoes on standby at your desk, but that pair of heels happened to be one of your favorites. You silently mourned your shoes and questioned your will to live throughout the day, praying that your luck would turn around.

However, that wouldn’t happen.

When you were sure the day couldn’t get any worse, you somehow lost your train card on the way home. Of course, you didn’t notice until you stepped into the station. You internally cursed yourself for fucking things up once again today, but you had to focus. You didn’t want to give up any more money for a new card, so you begrudgingly made the 40 minute walk back to your apartment.

Naturally, you weren’t expecting any more obstacles. You wanted the universe to spare you so badly and your body was spent from all the mishaps you handled throughout the day. You felt as if your body was floating as you walked into the apartment building, closing your eyes the moment you stepped onto the elevator. The ride to the 5th floor wasn’t nearly long enough, and the chime signaling your destination jolted you awake. You were almost at your apartment door when you heard a voice call your name.

“Y/N? Is that you?” The man’s voice called out excitedly, convinced that he knew you despite your back being turned.

You slowly turned around, your eyes widening at the sight of the man in front of you. It was your ex-boyfriend, looking almost exactly the same as when you two dated. With the exception of a different hair color, his presence brought you back to the tumultuous points of their relationship.

“Joshua! Hi! Yeah, it’s me,” You clutched your tote bag tightly out of instinct. Of course you see your ex when you looked and felt like shit.

He still looked like the human embodiment of a golden retriever and now he had sandy blonde hair to match. It was actually unfair that he looked so well adjusted, so normal after all this time. He was just so happy and it lit a fire in the pit of your stomach.

You watched his eyes scan your body up and down, taking in the sight before him. “It’s crazy, I haven’t seen you since everything happened.”

“Yeah, since you cheated on me,” you responded with a sly grin. There was no reason to pretend with each other, especially since things ended so abruptly. You had spent too much time crying over him to not enjoy this moment.

“Yep,” Joshua replied quietly, clearly not prepared to be confronted with his past behaviors.

“So I assume you’re still with her, then?” you asked.

“Yes, we actually moved into the building a few months ago,” Joshua softly smiled, seemingly trying to cut the tension between you two.

“That’s great,” You mustered the smallest bit of compassion for him, trying not to let your resentment rise to the surface. His new girlfriend was pretty enough, and it didn’t surprise you that Joshua had moved on to someone who eerily looked like you. If you had learned anything from that disaster of a relationship, it was that he definitely had a type.

“How have things been for you?” Joshua asked, giving you almost no time to make a plan to respond.

Would you tell Joshua the truth about your life? How you had been single ever since the breakup and hadn’t been able to quit your dead end job? Absolutely not.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted your neighbor Minghao. You didn’t want to resort to anything crazy, but the situation required it. If you were going to lie, you would have to go all in.

“I’m with Minghao,” you said it loud enough to catch the man’s attention. He stopped next to you, the confusion evident on his face.

“What?” Minghao took out his headphones, staring at you as if you had two heads.

“We’ve been together for a few years, actually,” you looked at him with a mix of desperation and kindness, silently hoping Minghao would play along for a few minutes.

He seemed to catch on pretty quickly, leaning on your shoulder and smiling fondly at you. Despite the minimal amount of contact you had with Minghao in the past, he was quick on his feet.

“That’s great! Are you getting married?” Joshua pointed to Minghao’s silver band on his ring finger. He smirked at you, clearly interested in how you would dig yourself out of this.

“Yes, we are,” you smiled and squeezed Minghao’s hand softly. He put on a small smile, but his eyes were dark with anger. You figured he would be upset, but you didn’t have many options. You were honestly shocked that you were still relaxed at all.

“Congrats! Y/N, why aren’t you wearing a ring then?” Joshua inquired. You silently resented Joshua with every passing second. You knew he was just curious, but it was almost too much now.

Before you could respond, Minghao interjected. “She cut her finger pretty badly, so she hasn’t worn it for a little bit. So clumsy, I can’t leave her alone for a second.” Minghao had grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers together. He started laughing, looking back at Joshua who matched his energy.

You were lost for words at the moment, but ultimately thankful that Minghao knew how to keep up appearances. There were too many things about the interaction that made you question it, but you didn’t have time to think about it. That exhaustion was starting to catch up with you again.

“We should go, but it was good to see you,” You replied carefully, trying not to reveal the extent of your tiredness.

“No worries! See you around,” Joshua waved and began to walk away, a cue for you to grab Minghao’s hand and start running towards your apartment. You didn’t hear any objections from him as you unlocked the door, likely not to raise suspicion around Joshua.

As soon as you locked the door behind you two, Minghao pulled his hand out of your grasp.

“Do you mind telling me what just happened?” Minghao was so confused that it was almost to the point of anger.

“That was my ex. I had to make something up,” You didn’t have the heart to look at him, so you focused on taking your shoes off instead.

“Okay, but why am I involved? You could have just asked someone else who actually knows you,” Minghao replied with an unsatisfied tone.

“You started to go along with it! Plus I just really needed a way out.” You pointed your bag in his direction, quickly placing it down in frustration. None of your friends would have done it anyway, not to impress someone that broke your heart in the first place.

“I had no choice, you looked at me like you were gonna shit yourself,” Minghao stood decidedly at the front door, refusing to step into your space more than he had to. You thought it was slightly immature, but he had already done more than enough for you today.

“I just needed you to help me out. That’s all.”

“Well, it sounds like this isn’t gonna end anytime soon, so what’s in it for me?”

“Anything you want,” you noticed Minghao’s smirk and continued, “within reason. I’m not a millionaire.”

“Honestly, rent money would be nice. It’s the only reasonable reward for getting involved in all of this,” Minghao was stoic throughout his reply, his mood not letting up at all.

You cursed under your breath. It made sense since rent definitely wasn’t cheap, but it didn’t mean you were jumping to commit to it.

“Remember when I said I wasn't rich 20 seconds ago?”

“Yes, but I’m not doing this for free. So you can pay me or else you don’t have a fiancé,” Minghao turned to open the door and your desperation kicked in.

“Fine, okay. I’ll give you rent money,” You sighed deeply. Minghao turned to face you once again, content with his demands.

“You really must be desperate, huh?” Mingaho beamed.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes.

“I��m helping you out, so I’d be nice if I were you,” Minghao leaned against the doorframe, his smug demeanor coming off strong even from far away.

“He cheated on me, so I think there's a bit of incentive to do well.”

“Shit. I’m sorry, you don’t deserve that,” Minghao fixed his posture at your statement.

“Thanks. I shouldn’t be this petty, but he is truly the worst,” you admitted. After you initially broke up with Joshua, you learned that he had been cheating for months. You hated that you didn’t find out sooner, but you couldn’t have known. You didn’t want to think the worst of someone you loved.

“Well, I’m happy to be as petty as you need,” Minghao responded with a softer expression. You almost felt that his words were sincere, but you wouldn’t delude yourself into thinking it was anything serious.

“I guess I should give you my num-” you began.

“I don’t need it,” Minghao interjected. He was being a bit elusive, but you weren’t in the mood to talk him down about it.

You sighed deeply. “How am I supposed to talk to you, then?”

“Just come to my door. My apartment is 524, I’m right down the hall.” Minghao unlocked the door to leave, and you didn’t feel the need to stop him.

“Whatever. I guess I’ll see you around then.”

“Bye,” Minghao closed the door behind you, leaving you with your own thoughts. You didn’t like the idea of being alone, not when you just put yourself in such an impossible situation.

You needed to talk to someone before it got too late.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m so fucking stupid,” You felt the tears stream down your cheeks, quickly closing your eyes to stop any chances of blurry vision.

“You’re not stupid,” your friend Chan reassured you, gently stroking your hair. You both laid haphazardly on his bed, full from pizza that you brought from your place. You allowed him to cover you in a blanket in an effort to relax but to no avail.

“I am. I told Joshua that I’m getting married to Minghao, but we barely know each other and I was just so tired I didn’t know what else to do,” you babbled until you couldn’t speak anymore, your tears covering up anything else you wanted to say.

You got a bit too drunk and decided to call Chan after wallowing in your own sadness for a few hours. You were always an emotional drunk, leaving Chan to make sure you didn’t cry yourself to sleep.

However, once he saw how devastated you looked, he couldn’t be angry. Chan also lived in your apartment building, a coincidence that quickly turned into an inside joke between the two of you. It came in handy when you needed comfort from each other, tonight in particular.

“You just did what you thought was best at the moment.”

You scoffed. “I’m in a fake relationship with a guy who doesn’t know anything about me. I wouldn’t say that’s the best thing.”

“You don’t have to figure everything out right now. This literally happened today on top of an already bad day. Give yourself some grace,” Chan’s comforting words seemed to melt into your skin, alleviating your anxieties of making the wrong decision.

“You’re right,” you sighed, “but I just don’t know when I’m gonna talk to him again.”

“I’d give it a few days,” Chan offered.

“Ok, that means I’ve got the whole weekend to think then.” Since it was a Friday, you could plot exactly how you would approach Minghao over the next few days.

“You’re gonna think too much, I already know it,” Chan giggled.

“Oh god, you really know me too well,” you sat up and grinned at him. It shouldn’t be too complicated, but you didn’t know what to expect with him at all.

“That’s my job.” Chan smiled in reply and you sat in silence for a moment. Chan swiped a stray tear from your cheek, instinctively grabbing your hands soon afterwards. “You’ll be fine. Plus I’ll be coaching you, so you’re not going through this alone.”

“Yeah,” you looked down before meeting Chan’s eyes again. “You’re not gonna let me fuck this up, right?”

“Of course not. We’ve gotta make sure you two are actually convincing as a couple, but that’s something we can figure out later. For now, I just need to make sure you’re not gonna cry yourself to death,” Chan replied sweetly, but his tone was halfway serious.

You smiled weakly. “I’m good, I swear.” Chan’s eyes lingered for a moment, but he chose not to press the issue. You didn’t know if that was for your own good, but you figured it was best not to question it.

In the lapse of conversation, you decided to check your phone. Your notifications were filled with the usual Instagram and Twitter interactions, a few spare work emails you hadn’t seen during the day, and texts from your friends.

However, your eyes landed on one notification: a reminder for your friend’s wedding. Your heart nearly stopped. You clicked on the email to find a digital version of the invitation that you received in the mail months ago.

You remembered putting it on your refrigerator alongside other photos and postcards of events coming and going, and you visually acknowledged it every day. It couldn't be coming up too soon, right? You scanned the invitation once again, and the date stood out.

The wedding was only a month away.

How did you possibly forget your friends’ wedding? You wanted to blame work, and that was a fair response. You had been focused on your job more than usual, but this shouldn’t have slipped your mind.

“Wait, Mingyu’s wedding is really in a month?” you asked nervously.

“Yeah, I’ve been doing groomsman stuff for a while now. Did you forget?” Chan responded uncritically.

“Yeah, I’ve just been so fucked up with work lately and it went completely over my head. I don’t have a date or anything,” you answered without thinking.

Chan gave you a knowing look. “Yes, you do.”

“Fuck, we really do have to be a couple,” you sighed loudly. Minghao was no longer someone you could ignore, he was an active and important part of your life if only for a short period of time.

“Now you really need to talk to him.”

“I might as well do it tomorrow and stop dragging it out.”

“Maybe that’s true, the sooner the better,” Chan cleared his throat before continuing, “and I think Joshua’s girlfriend is going to the wedding.”

“What? How do you know?” you asked frantically.

“Let’s just say I did some quick guest list snooping and I saw her name. I can only assume that means Joshua is going too,” Chan tried to break the news gently but it was no use.You were frustrated that there was no way to escape Joshua, even when you were supporting your friends.

You had to go, you had to face the past with your unwilling future partner next to you.

Yet, it didn’t make the thought of going any easier. You loved Mingyu, but you also cursed the fact that your friend group was so small.

“I’m so fucking tired of people knowing each other in this city,” you finally stood up from the bed, channeling your drunken energy into picking up stray clothes off the floor. Chan cautiously watched you shove clothes into the hamper.

“I don’t want to see him, I don’t want them to get in the way of me being at my friend’s wedding. I’m not supposed to be this fucking upset over someone who didn’t even love me!” you exclaimed. Chan could only watch you, not wanting to interrupt.

You didn’t want to feel defeated, not by someone who had been out of your life for years. You were better than that, you had done the work to heal the wounds from that relationship and move on. It just didn’t make any sense.

“Was that everything you needed to say?” Chan asked.

You nodded with a defeated expression. You didn’t want any more anger to bubble up, and it had already taken too much of your energy.

“Well, clearly I’m not going home tonight,” Chan resigned. You made your way back to the bed once again, hugging Chan’s side.

You couldn’t be alone tonight and thankfully Chan recognized that.

Saturday morning crept by, and it was already noon by the time you decided to get up. Chan left a few hours prior, citing an errand he needed to run. He also talked you up with some encouraging words about the Minghao encounter, but the thought of it still loomed over the rest of your day. It calmed a few of your anxieties, but a pep talk could only do so much.

After eating and trying to come down from your slight hangover, you made yourself get ready to go to his apartment. You didn’t know what would happen. Would Minghao still be at home? Would you look like an idiot knocking on his door with no reply? You wouldn’t know until you got out of your own head and just left your apartment.

You approached 524, making a mental note to keep connecting it to Minghao. If you didn’t remind yourself, you would probably forget the moment you stepped away from the door. You mentally prepared yourself one last time, taking a deep breath before knocking.

“Coming,” you immediately heard Minghao’s muffled reply. It was quiet for a moment before you heard footsteps approaching the door.

The door opened to a very comfortable looking Minghao. It was a much different image of him than you were familiar with, his style had a sort of ease that you could only dream of pulling off. Thus, him in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants definitely betrayed your fantasy of him. He leaned against the door frame, eyeing you for a moment before speaking.

“Hi. Any reason why you woke me up?”

“We need to talk,” You immediately regretted the way you responded, sounding a bit too angsty.

Minghao chuckled. “It sounds like I’m getting punished.”

”Not exactly, but I feel like you won’t like it.”

“Just tell me. I won’t bite,” Minghao stated, his expression unchanging. You didn’t really believe that, especially since he could give people hell if it was necessary. Well, at least from what you remember Chan telling you.

“You’re my date to a wedding. It’s in a month, but we need to prepare for it,” You decided to be direct with him instead of just asking. It wasn’t optional, he needed to accept.

“So we’re actually getting to know each other?”

“Yeah. Joshua is going, so I want us to actually be prepared.”

“Right, so you won’t look clueless like last time.” Minghao raised his eyebrows.

“I just think it’d be fucked up if I went to a wedding and my fiancé can’t tell someone a single thing about me. That shouldn’t be weird of me to want that,” you deflect.

“And I actually need your number. This isn’t a joke, we need to be in contact,” you moved your concentration to opening your phone contacts to a new page, impatiently handing Minghao your phone.

Minghao grabbed the phone from your grasp. “Whatever. Just don’t text me anything dumb.” He entered his name and number quickly before handing the phone back.

“But you are the dumb thing I’m texting,” You grinned widely as you took your phone.

“Okay, anything else before I shut the door in your face?” Minghao retreated back into his apartment.

“Just that you’re doing me a massive favor and I’m extremely grateful for you,” you smiled again, the words rolling off your tongue far too easily.

“You’re an idiot,” Minghao promptly slammed the front door shut.

You sighed as you made your way back into your own apartment. Well, at least you had Minghao’s phone number. You could only hope that he didn’t delete it two minutes later.

——

The weekend passed far too quickly for your liking, and you were back in your cubicle before you knew it. The only difference was that now you couldn’t stop thinking about Minghao. The image of his black hair, the way his eyes creased when he smiled widely, every little detail of his face permeated your typical thoughts.

It was pathetic, you knew it was. You were equally anxious and eager to see him again, secretly wanting to understand why he acted the way he did. You wanted to organize the way that you approached this “getting to know you” thing, but Chan insisted on leading both of you in mediated sessions.

You told Chan that he didn’t have to go this far, but it was no use. Chan would be thorough with his plans no matter what, but you wanted to meet Minghao on your own before all of the fanfare started.

You just needed an excuse to see him again. You decided to text him on your lunch break during a particularly slow Tuesday.

you

hi! what’s up

fake fiance

who is this

you

of course you didn’t save my number …

fake fiance

I'm kidding. I did or else you would’ve killed me

what do you want

you

I need you to propose to me

fake fiance

…okay

you

well I’m not gonna let you keep wearing that plain ring if I don’t have a ring

fake fiance

don’t judge my taste

you

we should do it tonight

fake fiance

you didn't respond to what i said but ok

do you want me to make you dinner?

you

yes I can just come to your apartment

fake fiance

okay

any preferences

you

something good

fake fiance

well obviously

come over at 9 pm

You glanced at his texts again, your mind going blank. How was tonight even supposed to go? It’s not like you had much to go off of, especially since you hadn’t spent time with Minghao in years. You were acquaintances in college, both connected through Chan. You each had your separate friend groups, but Chan always kept him in your orbit somehow.

You didn’t even remember what happened to make the two of you stop talking. It was just enough to stop interacting with each other altogether.

Your friends didn’t understand why you wouldn’t just communicate like real adults, but it soon became futile to convince you two to interact. There was just some level of passive aggressiveness that evolved into resentment over time.

Thus, it didn’t make things any better when you found out Minghao lived in your apartment building. You mostly never saw each other, but that currently wasn’t the case.

You pondered what Minghao would possibly do, but nothing emerged. When you still couldn’t settle your daydreaming on the commute home, you figured you needed someone to talk you down.

“If you were gonna fake propose to someone over dinner, how would you do it?”

“Just say you’re talking about Minghao.”

“Soonyoung, I need help, ok? This isn’t just some random guy, it’s my fake fiancé,” you cradled your phone in the crook of your shoulder.

“Well, Minghao probably wouldn’t even care. Isn’t this supposed to only last a month anyway?”

You stopped in your tracks. “We haven’t talked about it.”

“Maybe you should do that,” Soonyoung replied.

“And he would care. He’s way too observant,” you pouted, making your friend sigh in frustration.

“Look, you need to relax. Minghao likes something simple and meaningful, so obviously he’s gonna treat you right.” Soonyoung responded calmly. He was right, Minghao probably wouldn’t fuck you over, even if he wasn’t your biggest fan. Considering that he knew Minghao far more than you did, you weren’t really in the business of ignoring his advice.

“You’re right. I’m not gonna be weird about it.”

“Exactly. He even told me he was looking forward to tonight!” Soonyoung answered excitedly, but you didn’t want it to go to your head.

“Did he? That’s good at least.”

“He did. Now go get ready, I don’t wanna hear you say you didn’t have enough time to prep.”

“Thank you, love you, bye,” you hung up after hearing Soonyoung’s goodbye. You glanced at your phone once again to check the time. It was only 7, but you decided not to procrastinate and actually get dressed early.

It would take you ages to figure out what you wanted to wear. As you examined your closet, you slightly regretted not asking Soonyoung for outfit advice before hanging up. You always had too many clothes to choose from, so you needed at least an hour just to decide on your outfit.

Eventually, you settled on a simple black dress. It was slightly out of your comfort zone for a date, but this was your proposal after all. Once you put it on, you admire yourself in the mirror for a moment. You hadn’t dressed up in a while, much less for a romantic encounter.

Sure, the night would mean nothing in the long run, but nothing would stop you from making sure you looked good during it.

Unsurprisingly, you were out of the apartment and knocking on his door at 8:59. When he opened the door, Minghao seemed shocked that you were right on time.

You noticed the way Minghao eyed your figure for a moment, a slight blush spread on his cheeks from the sight of you. It did give you a little satisfaction.

“Hi, um-,” Minghao started, but silence overtook him once again.

“If you wanted to stare, you could’ve just said that,” you replied, turning up the charm in Minghao’s moment of weakness.

“I’m not staring,” Minghao looked down at the floor before quickly glancing up again. You stepped past Minghao into the apartment, taking in your new surroundings for a moment.

For the record, you thought Minghao looked good too, but you were just better at hiding it. He was dressed in a black suit, a bit plain but it fits well for the circumstances. His black hair was styled neatly, a few strands left out framing the sides of his face. You actually noticed it was around mullet length, making him look even edgier than you originally thought. You decide that it suits him.

He looked a bit like a model, one of those who you’d buy magazines just to see his ads and put them up on your wall. It made your heart tense, but that certainly didn’t mean anything.

He locked the door behind you and walked closer to you, anticipating your initial reaction. His apartment was surprisingly cosmopolitan, the walls adorned with art pieces that look gallery ready. You noticed small trinkets placed around framed photos, it all seemed so intentional that it took your breath away.

“It doesn’t look half bad in here,” you downplayed your reaction. Minghao laughed at your observation as your gaze finally met him again.

He put his hand over his chest in mock defense. “I’m sure your apartment looks much worse,” he replied with a smirk. “You should be lucky I even agreed to this. I was just gonna give you the ring and call it a day.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” you responded, sitting down at the dining table. You looked at him expectantly, noticing how he stayed concentrated in the kitchen.

“I guess you’re right. I made ramen, but it’s a bit more fancy. Do you want wine too?” he held up a bottle and you nodded, prompting him to fix your plates.

“I’m expecting a lot from you,” you teased.

He sighed loudly. “Of course you are,” he replied with a small lilt in his voice. He carefully brought over the plates of food, placing a dish in front of you before setting down his own.

A bit fancy was an understatement. You were sure he wasn’t a cook, Soonyoung would have at least told you that. Yet, the presentation looked far more professional than you were expecting. It seemed more like the five star ramen places you saw on TV which made you decide that yes, Minghao probably did care about aesthetics more than you realized.

He shuffled back to get the wine bottle on the counter, placing it on the side of the table. You looked amused at the sight of him scurrying around and watched him sit down across from you.

“Please eat, so I can know if you hate it,” he mentally prepared himself for any response you might give. You lifted your chopsticks, pulled up a mound of noodles and took a surprisingly large bite. You immediately nodded in approval.

“It’s really good, actually,” you said between your bite.

He could have cried at that moment. “Oh thank god,” he took a similar sized bite himself and sat back in his chair.

“Have some class, oh my god,” you joke, pouring yourself a glass of wine. He tried not to laugh as you took a sip.

“This is my apartment, let me look stupid.”

He heard the shutter of a phone camera and looked up. You took photos of him while giggling, looking back down at your phone to edit something that he clearly wasn't allowed to see.

“If you send that to anyone, I’m gonna kill you,” he rolled his eyes at your antics.

“I’m just setting it on my phone screen so I can have one of those weird candid boyfriend photos of you.”

“Oh, that’s actually kinda cute.”

“You also look stupid so that helps.”

“Guess I need to ask Chan for some bad college pictures of you,” he smiled.

“Shut up,” You took more bites of your ramen, stuffing your cheeks to deflect the attention off of you.

You sat in silence for a bit, finishing your food without making eye contact. It was definitely awkward, but when was it not? You never had comfortable experiences with Minghao, not even in college. The jokes could only take you so far.

You finally decided to break the silence between the two of you. “So where's this ring?” you announced, placing your hands on the table.

“Right,” he frantically looked around for a moment before meeting your glance, “I’ll go get it.”

He looked nervous. Why was he nervous? It’s not like this was serious or anything.

He came back to the table, looking at you expectantly. “Can you stand up, please?”

You wordlessly stood up, waiting for him to make the dreaded move.

He got down on one knee and you suddenly remembered the gravity of the situation.

“Y/N, we’ve barely known each other for years now and this entire situation is wild to me. It’s my fault because I don’t love you or even halfway like who you are-“

“You’re not convincing me at all,” you chuckled.

He sighed. “But apparently I’m the only person who would ever do this for you. So, will you fake marry me?” He opened the box to reveal a simple diamond ring with a silver band. It wasn’t anything flashy, but it was good enough for this situation.

You eyed the ring for a moment before replying. “I’m paying you, so obviously yes,” you stated plainly.

“Okay then,” he pressed his mouth into a line and stood up again. You weren't sure what you expected, but you weren't exactly surprised.

He took your hand, trying not to notice the way it slightly tensed up from his touch. This was the most physical contact you’ve ever had, at least since before your conversation with Joshua.

He carefully placed the ring on your finger and watched you examine it. “This is pretty good for someone who doesn’t like me,” you added playfully.

“Trust me, I didn’t spend money on that. It was a gift to one of my friends. They gave it to me after hearing about all this.” He decided to clear the dining table, collecting the used plates and utensils as he replied.

You walked towards the kitchen, observing him balance the dishes in his hands with no intention to help. “I was certain that you had something worse just for me.”

“I didn’t, but I knew you would want something like that,” he spoke a bit louder over the running water, washing the plates without looking up.

“I’ve been going too easy on you if you’re so confident about me,” you retorted.

He laughed and set the plates down in the sink. He turned off the faucet and faced you. “Go ahead, then.”

“What?”

He closed the distance between you and lowered his voice. “Don’t play dumb with me. If you wanna degrade me so badly, then do it.”

You stood your ground, your face stone cold despite his persistence. He saw the cracks in your facade though.

“You’re annoying,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Keep going.” He stared at you, silently prodding you on.

“I hate that Chan ever introduced us because you’re insufferable,” your words were laced with venom, but he couldn’t help himself from smiling.

“And why am I insufferable, brat?” You felt his breath on your ear, his aura seemed to shut down most of your senses. It didn't make sense that he had this much of an effect on you.

“Because you’re uptight, controlling, and a perfectionist,” your voice faltered, your eyes closing for a moment.

“Anything else?” he asked. His question was only met with silence, and your eyes searched for any sign of a reprieve.

“That’s what I thought.” he kissed your cheek lightly before retreating back to the sink.

You let out a shaky breath, barely audible over the running water. You didn’t expect Minghao to get you so riled up.

“Can I go home now?” He heard the question and looked at you, clearly still flustered.

“Yeah. You can let yourself out.” He didn't ignore the way your shoulders were tensed up, and your face was painted with disdain. Your wide eyes were noticeably duller than usual. He wondered for a moment if he went too far with the teasing, if the kiss on the cheek crossed a line that you weren’t ready for.

“Great,” you muttered, slamming the door as you left the apartment.

Once you got home, you decided that the night definitely could have gone worse.

Honestly, you were just relieved that Minghao gave you a good ring.

You expected the rest of the week to continue without any contact from Minghao. He didn’t text much anyways, but it made sense considering the way Tuesday night went.

Wednesday was nothing special, and the monotony of the workday took up any brain space you might have had. You thought about texting Minghao but decided against bothering him.

However, you spotted Minghao leaving your apartment at the same time on Thursday, blissfully unaware of your presence.

Minghao looked up at you with a quick glance. Your eyes shot nervously towards him, leaving you with an urge to walk away before you could regret it.

He caught your arm before you could get away. “Can we talk please?”

“About what?” you sighed and faced him halfheartedly.

“Don’t do this, you know what I’m talking about,” he tried to search your eyes for any kind of response.

“It just caught me off guard. That’s it,” you started walking again, forcing him to keep up with you. He stepped in front of you to block your path.

“Ok, I barely even know you and I know that’s a lie.” he gave you a pointed look. You only furrowed your brows and stepped around him.

“I said it’s nothing, why are you trying to push this?” you focused your eyes on the elevator ahead of you, pressing the downstairs button.

“Because I know you’re lying to me,” he insisted. The elevator doors opened and you stepped inside.

“I thought you said you don’t know me?” you retorted, visibly amused at his feeble attempts to defend himself. The doors began to close, but he stuck his arm out before it could fully shut.

The doors lurched open again, and Minghao stood next to you. “True, but at least from our interactions you don’t seem like the type to lie to someone, especially someone you don’t like.”

The hum of the elevator filled the brief silence. “I don’t owe you anything. Fake married or not,” you kept your eyes trained ahead of you, waiting expectantly for the doors to open.

The elevator suddenly came to a halt, the jolt shocking both of you. Minghao pressed the floor buttons hoping for any movement, but to no avail. You were definitely stuck.

“You can’t be fucking serious,” you chuckled to yourself before sitting on the ground.

He exhaled and proceeded to call the emergency line. He figured that you were too angry to do it, and someone needed to let emergency services know what happened as soon as possible. After a muffled yet brief conversation with the fire department, he had a clear answer.

“They said it’ll be two hours before they can get us,” he turned and sat on the opposite side of the car, adjusting his posture so that he wasn’t completely slumped against the wall.

“Of course. It’s not like I had shit to do today or anything,” you replied with an irritated tone. He watched you run your fingers through your hair, sensing the stress in your movements.

He was obviously worried too, but he needed to be somewhat relaxed to deal with this. It was the only way you’d both make it out of here without killing each other.

“God, this is not what I needed right now,” he sighed to himself and closed his eyes, trying to block out the fluorescent lighting of the ceiling panels.

“It wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t follow me in here,” you replied under your breath.

“Maybe not, but maybe you can actually talk about what happened the other night,” you opened your eyes and looked at Minghao.

“You know what, fine. I didn’t expect you to fucking kiss me and I felt overwhelmed, is that what you want to hear?” you stood up, your voice growing louder.

“It is, actually! I could’ve appreciated you saying anything at all,” he exclaimed.

“But you did it anyway because you knew you could get a rise out of me!”

“Maybe I did, but remember the part where I asked you if you had anything else to say? If you were that mad at me in that moment or afterward, you could have said something but you didn’t. You walked out of my apartment,” he ranted.

“I was flustered! What else was I supposed to do?”

“Just talk to me,” he finally decided to stand up to face you, “I can’t read your mind, you know.”

You couldn’t respond. Your face was wracked with guilt, your previously confident demeanor was now deflated. You knew that he was right and you definitely needed to set clear boundaries if this was going to work.

“If you can’t even tell me about a kiss on the cheek, how are we supposed to be convincing people that we’re getting married?” his voice softened.

Minghao looked you in the eyes and it threw you off for a moment. You didn’t expect Minghao to look so vulnerable, especially since he always seemed so sure of himself.

“You’re right,” you put your hands on your cheeks before looking at him. “I can definitely do better. Can you at least ask me before you try to kiss me, though? So we won’t make each other uncomfortable again?”

He simply nodded and processed your response. You both stood there silently for a moment, and you contemplated holding his hand.

You wanted him to comfort you somehow, even though you were the one apologizing. It didn’t make sense, but the entire situation didn’t make sense either.

“That’s fine. I just don’t want you to feel scared to talk to me,” he admitted.

“Same. I’m not that scary, am I?” you smirked.

“You are kinda scary, brat.”

“Is that our thing now? The nickname thing?” You sat back down, deciding to take off your shoes. You figured it would take way longer than expected for someone to come get you, so you might as well get comfortable.

“It can be. What’s my name then?” He followed your lead, sitting down carefully next to you. You tried not to notice the lack of distance between you, but his cologne hits your nose and it feels like a bit too much to bear.

“I have to think about it. What about Hao?”

“That’s normal. That’s what anyone would call me. Make it special,” he challenged.

“Is idiot good enough?” You suggest. He squinted his eyes, taking a moment to judge if it was suitable enough.

“Not special, but it’s around the same level as brat, so I’m not completely against it,” he decided.

“Works for me,” you sigh. You realize just how hot it is in the elevator once you stop talking. It was probably hotter while you were yelling at each other, but now you could really feel it as you were sitting still.

“Can we agree to nap until something happens?” You look at him and he nods solemnly.

You close your eyes and try to accept the rollercoaster of events that just happened. You were angry with Minghao, and you mutually set some boundaries. You made up and now you have nicknames for each other, albeit they don’t actually have any real meaning.

It was a lot of progress for one elevator ride.

You still knew virtually nothing about him but this was fine, right?

Couples did things like this in days or weeks, so maybe this was just a way of making up for lost time.

There was practically no time for you to really know him, but you had to make it happen. If today was any indication of how the next month might go, you were already bracing yourself.

It would make your life a little bit more interesting, you knew that for sure.

#screams i'm excited for this #xu minghao #minghao fluff #minghao scenarios #the8 x reader #the8 imagines #minghao imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt x reader #the8 #heartkyeom #now or never

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BnHA Chapter 325: Deku VS the Outside of U.A. ~Conclusion~

Previously on BnHA: Ochako was all “dear bloodthirsty mob, this kid you see standing before you has fought harder than anyone and put his life on the line to protect you all, so please chill the fuck out, jesus christ. like, putting aside that he’s humanity’s best hope and so it’s very much in your best interests to let him rest and recover someplace safe so that he can keep fighting for us, are y’all seriously going to turn away an injured and exhausted child in front of his sobbing mother?? seriously?? come on now.” I’m paraphrasing here but that’s basically how it went down. Anyway so then the mob was all, “...” and Deku collapsed to his knees in tears, and Gigantic Fox Lady and Kouta ran over to give him a hug but then the chapter ended.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “FINE, YOU CAN HUG HIM”, which, was that so hard?? The U.A. Clown Mob is all “come to think of it, we’ve kind of been taking the heroes for granted this entire time, maybe we should be less passive in the future. anyway so Deku if it’s not too much to ask, can you please save everyone and fix everything.” Deku is all “I sure can, and by the way I forgive you for swarming around all menacingly two minutes ago and trying to deny me basic shelter and stuff.” Ectoplasm is all, “hey Todogang get a load of this. [walks in a circle].” Hawks is all, “that’s literally the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.” Rat Principal is all, “anyway so that’s what your students did today, hope you’re enjoying your new *~*ROBOT LEG*~*, Aizawa.” Aizawa is all “[lots of exposition about Kurogiri and for some reason, Toga, while being all brooding and sexy].” All Might is all “[standing here right outside of U.A. doing absolutely nothing and being foreboding AF]” and that immediately sucked away all of the warm fuzzy feelings from the hugs, goddammit.

each new week has become a waiting game of “when will Deku finally get to take a bath so people will actually be willing to go near him and give him the hugs he deserves.” the stakes have never been so compelling. I’ve almost forgotten about AFO entirely

lmaoooooo

me: for the love of god will someone please give Deku a hug before I die of old age

Mineta: YOU GOT IT!! --

Iida: [SWIFTLY CUTS HIM OFF] NOT YOU

fucking losing it at Mineta’s crying face. he really wanted to hug him. I legit feel bad but this is also the funniest thing I have seen all week, omg

somehow Kouta, who last week was only a hand’s breadth away from touching Deku’s head, is now twenty miles away from him in this new chapter

can I make a Loki reference here. is this recap a good place to insert a joke about someone using a TVA time-rewinding device to fuck with my poor boy Kouta over here. well anyway there it is

AND NOW HE’S BACK ALL OF A SUDDEN OMG

(ETA: since when is he “niichan” omg?? can’t handle this cuteness.)

BUT THEY’RE STILL NOT HUGGING HIM FFFFKFFFFF. WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO. WHO DO I HAVE TO BRIBE AND/OR BLACKMAIL

OH NO KOUTA IS CRYING THAT’S IT I’M DONE FOR

“when I heard that lady I knew that I had to go, but then stop again within inches of actually touching you because you smell like week-old rotten onions.” listen Kouta, I’m not saying I don’t get it, but you all can’t keep doing this to me. it’s the way you guys keep teasing it. like, if you’re gonna hug him, hug him. don’t just stand there with your arms held rigidly out in front of you like a molded action figure

OH MY GOSH BUT HE SAID THE THING

KOUTA SWOOPING IN AT THE LAST MINUTE TO TAKE ALL THE CREDIT FOR FIXING DEKU LIKE THAT ONE KID IN THE GROUP PROJECT WHO DOES ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT STILL TAGS HIS NAME ONTO THE REPORT ANYWAY, WHAT A KNAVE

GASP

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SHE PICKED HIM UP LIKE A LITTLE BABY OMG?? she just leaned right over and lifted this child like he was a small animal. like a lil baby futon that she was about to hang up to dry. oh my god

-- HEY WHAT

(: well that’s extremely fucked up. though sadly not too surprising given what we just saw these past couple chapters

incidentally, I hope that anyone who was legitimately defending the civilians’ perspective earlier takes note here of how quickly that line of thinking -- “we’re just trying to keep our families safe” and all that-- can lead to straight up bigotry. if you’re willing to deny a child shelter and protection simply because he’s not YOUR child, and because you’ve decided based on Internet rumors (no real-world parallels there, I’m sure) that he might present a threat, it’s really not that much further of a leap to discriminating against entire groups of people simply because you perceive those groups as being dangerous. I’m sure the people who turned Gigantic Fox Lady away also told themselves afterwards that they did it to protect their families. “better safe than sorry.” “she’ll be fine, someone will take her in, but as for us, we can’t afford to take that risk.” people can come up with all kinds of justifications for treating other people as less than human, and the really scary thing about it is how fucking easy it is

one last quick side note, which is that Horikoshi does a great job here of showing how scapegoating works, given that AFO is the one who’s really to blame and who presents the actual threat, and yet Deku is the one who ultimately winds up being the target of the mob’s fear and outrage despite him being as much of a victim as they are. gotta love that irony, which unfortunately plays out far too often in the real world as well.

anyway I’ll get off my soapbox now, sorry about that. let us continue

YES, FINALLY OH MY GOD!!!!

AND THAT’S THE STORY OF HOW GIGANTIC FOX LADY BECAME THE GREATEST HERO. PACK IT ALL UP, WE’RE DONE HERE KIDS

holy shit. the real MVP right there. thanks for getting it done champ

jesus christ I have had it up to here with these people

literally the bar is set so low at this point that I’ll go ahead and take it. helping him because it offers them a tactical advantage is at least one step up from not helping him at all

“WHY NOT SHIKETSU” MOTHERFUCKER I SWEAR TO GOD

-- thank you!!

okay this one guy with the antennae hair is having himself a character development speedrun here

-- okay, but this part?? fucking this part, right here??

can we repeat that again?? the part where this guy acknowledges that the problems of hero society were caused not just by said heroes, but also by said society?? the part where he acknowledges that they treated the heroes like celebrities who were putting on a show for them?? the part where he acknowledges that when push came to shove, the vast majority of those heroes, when faced with a situation that offered no reward, were nonetheless willing to put their lives on the line to protect the very same people who then turned around and blamed them rather than thanking them?? are the civilians of BnHA even allowed to have actual deep thoughts about this stuff. holy shit

bro!!

ANTENNAE HAIR GUY SHOVING KOUTA AND GIGANTIC FOX LADY OUT OF THE WAY TO SLAP HIS NAME ONTO THE END CREDITS AS EXECUTIVE PRODUCER. CONGRATULATIONS SON YOU FIGURED OUT THE CORE PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTION AT THE VERY HEART OF THE MANGA. WAY TO GO BUD

meanwhile, on today’s episode of “one more chapter to go till the big volume cliffhanger, how else can I drag things out let’s see”

it’s a panel. of people’s feet. just a bunch of normal feet. with sneakers and shit

this All Might shirt guy is getting more screentime in this arc than 90% of the class 1-A kids

I guess I’m supposed to feel sorry for this dude now that he’s all “if we let you stay here do you promise to somehow magically fix every single problem that we are now currently facing?” those are some ridiculously exacting standards my dude. come on now

KACCHAN SIGHTING

thank fuck I’m not the only one who’s thoroughly unimpressed by absolutely all of this lol. I feel better now. meanwhile Iida and Kouda and Kiri are ready to run over there and hug them all. you guys are way too forgiving. damn you and your pure hearts

anyway so Deku’s like “yeah, definitely”

(ETA: almost forgot to comment on the “I’m no longer alone” part – he basically corrects the guy and says “sorry, but you’ll need to direct that question towards all of us, not just me, because moving forward we’re a team.” good stuff.)

you know what though, all joking aside... fuck yeah. because perfect victory, right. the strongest guys don’t settle for anything less. so I guess Deku has pretty exacting standards himself

also can you all just take a look at this fucking kid who’s got so much light in his eyes now that I’m gonna need eclipse goggles. hot damn. “you’re welcome” says All Might Shirt Guy as he is frantically interviewed by several local news networks asking him how he daringly managed to save Deku all by himself. “well I guess I’ve just never been the kind of guy who can sit back and let a bunch of rabble-rousers blame a little kid for all of humanity’s problems. someone had to step in and take action, you know?”

oH MY GOD THE SCENE IS FINALLY ENDING

don’t let the door hit you on your way out All Might Shirt Guy

but meanwhile, sudden Tododrama action??

oh shit

there are honestly so many ways in which Ochako’s very moving speech could have wildly backfired that I genuinely have no clue where this is headed lol. how exciting!!

so now Horikoshi is once again stalling for time with random filler panels, but this one is 10x better than the shoes lol omg

(1) was Ectoplasm’s jacket always this oversized. (2) did you guys know that if you go back to chapter 319 you can see that Horikoshi gave us a sneak peak at Enji’s Sad Detective disguise and I in fact made a joke about it in the 319 recap not realizing it was actually the stone cold truth. (3) did Shouto deliberately speed up out of impatience because Hawks was walking so fucking slow and he couldn’t take it any longer. (4) and what, I ask you, is up with these dramatic speedlines. so many mysteries here. what a masterpiece

everyone is acting all shocked about something ahh what’s going on

wait what

what the heck. did they just loop around behind everyone. what was the point of that lol. “anyway, so this is what they look like from the back” well okay, thanks for that Ectoplasm

(ETA: so it seems like they were actually hanging out someplace else away from the crowd this whole time, I guess? here I thought they had more faith in Enji’s disguise. I guess Shouto and Hawks don’t particularly want to attract this crowd’s attention themselves right now either, though.)

I am so fucking confused lmao

speaking of All Might WHERE THE FUCK IS HE lol. but yes, good, OFA brings everyone together, and Hawks is very deeply moved about this out of the blue all of a sudden. you know how it is

aw heck yeah now this is another filler panel I can get behind

Mineta really wants that hug, good lord. I genuinely love this actually. Mineta if you could just stay little and cute and keep crying about how much you love your classmates in a non-gross way for the rest of the series I would be so appreciative. you’re doing great

IIDA IS HOLDING DEKU’S HAND THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ONE TIME WASN’T ENOUGH FOR MY MAN HE’S ADDICTED NOW

what did I tell you. Kiri wants to get all of the mob’s autographs now. Kiri you’re a peach

Shouji having a conversation with another mutant type is a very nice touch! we really need to get to his backstory soon. I feel like that casual remark from GFL earlier was kind of hinting at more to come

is this the first time we’ve ever seen the Yaoyorictionary in action?? never forget that Viz tried to call it the “Yaoyorozu Reference Book” because they hate fun

last but not least, KAMIBAKU IS BACK ON THE MENU, FUCK YEAH. Kaminari trying to spice things up and introduce a little bit of controversy by smacking Kacchan on the back of the head for god knows what. I will be deeply disappointed after this if I can’t find at least one person unironically declaring that KamiBaku is now toxic and abusive

lfkdlWLWK TODODRAMA??

oh my god. Shouto’s face. Enji’s face. the back to “oyaji” again. the blunt, not-taking-no-for-an-answer, “I don’t know how much louder the universe can scream at you that doing things alone is not it, so hopefully you got the point” directness of it. fffdlkslj I’m so ready for this Horikoshi please don’t fuck it up my expectations are so high

HOLY FUCK

I SCROLLED DOWN AND HE WAS ALL “( ❛‿❛)” AND I JUST WASN’T FUCKING EXPECTING THAT OKAY. JESUS CHRIST. GIVE ME A SEC

lol okay moment over and now Enji’s pulling his hat down all dramatically like a world-weary Cowboy

OH MY GOD WERE YOU FACETIMING??

AHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: not to put Iida down or anything, but it’s kind of strange that Aizawa is all “the class rep sure did great” when Ochako is the one that was giving that whole big speech for like twenty minutes just now lol.)

(ETA 2: “thank god Iida stepped in just in the nick of time to keep Mineta from hugging Deku.” sorry Mineta I really do like you lately but it’s still low-hanging fruit lol.)

HE LOOKS SO SAD??! HE LOOKS LIKE HEARTBREAK ITSELF??! I AM BESOUGHT WITH THE URGE TO REACH INTO MY SCREEN AND PULL HIM INTO THE SAFETY OF MY ARMS??? MY GOD, AND I THOUGHT DEKU NEEDED HUGS

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay I was gonna just hold down the letter H for a full minute and count it out loud but within about ten seconds I realized I needed to chill lol

-- but then again NO, I DON’T NEED TO CHILL, I HAVE ZERO CHILL, ACTUALLY, BECAUSE IT’S AIZAWA WITH A ROBOT LEG AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

COMPLETE WITH ROBOT TOES FOR THAT EXTRA TOUCH OF AUTHENTICITY!! I LIKE HOW HORIKOSHI PUT ALL THIS EXTRA “!!!” EMPHASIS AROUND IT IN CASE WE COULD SOMEHOW POSSIBLY FAIL TO TAKE NOTICE. “REMEMBER, EVERYONE?” SAYS HORIKOSHI HELPFULLY. “REMEMBER THAT TIME AIZAWA CHOPPED OFF HIS OWN LEG?” oh wow now that you mention it we somehow forgot all about that. like who do you take us for

OH NO NOT THE SAD BOYFRIEND ANGST THAT I WAS SECRETLY LOOKING FORWARD TO WITH GLEE

well at least he’s not M.I.A. or back with the villains again like I thought he might be. still, that’s gotta be brutal to know your friend is in there somewhere, but to not be able to reach him again no matter how hard you try. that’s the kind of angst that pays off in final battles just when you most expect it. such is my hope, at any rate

what’s this now??

trying to decide if this is Horikoshi’s way of saying don’t worry about that, or his way of saying definitely worry about that lol

anyway so Aizawa is out here being all irresponsibly handsome once again. when is someone going to do something about him

here for Sexy Robot Leg Eyepatch Aizawa clenching his fists and making speeches about revenge. pretty sure we’re all here for that

WELL, WELL, WELL

IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME

I’M VERY GLAD YOU’RE ALIVE AND SEEMINGLY WELL, THOUGH!

BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THOUGH, ALL MIGHT

ffff. bracing myself for that cliffhanger next week. you’d better not touch one hair on this man’s head Horikoshi. I’m watching you

#bnha 325 #midoriya izuku #u.a. clown mob #class 1-a #aizawa shouta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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A Simp

Summary: Imagines Poseidon, Loki, Hermes, and Thor seeing you simp for an anime character to the point you always compliment the fictional character and have their body pillow. (This won’t be in order)

Part 1

Hermes

You’re a goddess, and married to Hermes, yet you somehow attracted for a fictional character?

He’s almost surprise that the character you simp for is almost similar to him. If he remember the name, it’s actually Sebastian Michaelis.

When you watch Black Butler, you always compliment Sebastian whenever he did something cool, like:

“Sebastian, you’re so awesome!”

“Omg, you’re so hot.”

“Go go Sebastian, yay!”

Plus, you even have his body pillow. Which you always hug it every night.

At first, Hermes wouldn't really care because it's just a fictional character and it’s ridiculous to be jealous of it.

But days goes by, you always compliment at how gentleman Sebastian is �� literally everything he did just make you compliment him because he’s just that cool.

To the point Hermes feel annoyed.

Seriously, what’s something in this Sebastian guy that make you compliment him? What’s even cool about him?

From that day, Hermes sometimes watching you watch the show again and see everything that Sebastian did.

He’ll secretly try to do the same thing Sebastian did to make you compliment him, but shh, is a secret.

It all start when you see him suddenly waking you up with breakfast, and he seems to be even more gentleman (?)

I mean, you know that your husband is a gentleman type, but to the point where he almost serve you everything feels a bit too much for you.

This feels like your husband is a butler and you feel bad for this.

You’re in a bed with him, having a rest together after a long tiring day. This can be a right time for you to ask him. "Hermes, is it me or you've been acting strange lately?"

“There’s nothing wrong about me, darling.”

Yeah, you’re not believing what he said, you try to recall the memory whenever he serving you, “Did he act like Sebastian?” You thought, but why would he do that? Is it true that he might be jealous?

You got an idea, you pretend to sleep and hug the Sebastian pillow, you smile and mumbling Sebastian’s name beside Hermes. Yes, you know it can be dangerous, but you can’t help but curious what will he do.

Without you realizing, Hermes is taking a glance at you while humming a lullaby, gently stroking your hair as if to try to drifting you into sleep. But, you can’t deny that it’s relaxing and it make you want to sleep.

You’re trying to not to sleep to see what will he do, but the lullaby and the way he stroke your hair make you keep forgetting that you only pretend to sleep... and you’ve finally giving up as you sleep.

...

By the next morning, you’ve wake up but only to realize that your pillow has gone, you’re panicking as you searching for it everywhere — that Sebastian pillow is a limited edition in mortal realm, you always want that pillow, yet it’s gone after few days. Sadly, it’s nowhere to be found as you give up and will search for it later.

You meet Hermes who’s preparing your breakfast. You feel a bit stress searching for the pillow, you hug Hermes from behind to feel comfort. “Good morning, Y/n. I was about to give this breakfast to you as a surprise, but it seems like you wake up earlier.”

You just grunt as a respond as he looking at your pouting face, “Is there something bothering you?”

“My pillow is gone, I don’t know where it is.”

“That’s a shame.” Hermes plainly blurt it out.

Yep, your suspicious have peek toward him, you still remember that last night you’re just pretend to sleep to see if he’s jealous of a pillow, but it failed because you’re asleep due to his lullaby and him.... gently sooth your hair... wait... does that mean...

Everything just feels like hit you as you let go from his hug and point out to him as if you accuse him, “Hermes, you’re the one who hide my pillow, right?”

He’s quiet for a moment, then sigh, his reaction make you even more confident with your theory. “What make you think I hide the pillow?”

You rolled your eyes at his question, he should know that he’s not the only one who have a keen eyes. “I know you’ve been acting strange this few days, I appreciate that you’re being gentleman but you seem to serve me at almost everything which is very unusual of you, and oh don’t tell me that you know that you sing me a lullaby and brush my hair so I actually sleep-”

Hermes suddenly stuff a bread to your mouth, “I guess you’ve notice the smallest detail, hm?” Hermes just smile, is like he’s proud that you’re careful yet a bit disappointed that he get caught.

You nod your head while chewing the bread, you swallow it and state, “Of course, how couldn’t I be concern of my husband sudden weird behavior?”

Your sentence secretly flatter Hermes, maybe he just worried for you fall for Sebastian for nothing-

“By the way,” you step closer to him with a puzzling look, “Why are you hiding my pillow? Are you perhaps, jealous?”

You smirk when there’s a slight blush on his cheek while exhale, you chuckle at his embarrass face, it’s funny he’s actually jealous of a fictional character. Hermes find it hard on what to say in this situation, it’s foolish of him to do this, but it’s annoying that he got less compliment or affection from you.

You hug him again which he didn’t see this coming, “It’s weird to know my husband is jealous of a fictional character, just because I’m attracted to anime character doesn’t mean that I didn't love you.”

You press a kiss on his lip, “I love you, Hermes.” You sweetly smile at him, suddenly Hermes pull you close his chest as he hold your waist which cause you to blush, “W- wait Hermes, what are you doing?”

“Ever since the day you hug that pillow, you hasn’t give me more love, so would you assist to give your love to me more?”

“I would love to, but where’s my pillow?”

“I’ll tell you later, now let’s eat.”

After breakfast, you spend more time with him because you feel bad for giving less attention to him lately. Although, you’ve been waiting for him to tell you where the pillow is. Well... I guess is either he forget it or he just didn’t want to tell you.

To be continue~

Author’s note: I’m tired and want to rest, but my body somehow doesn’t want to rest, is just full of energy and cause stress to me. I hope writing this idea make me able to rest haha.

Have a nice day~

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie imagines #snv hermes #snv x reader #ror x reader

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x-reader-theater · 4 years ago

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Hotch x male reader where reader is a psychologist at an asylum but went to an old abandoned one to check what all needed to be redone to be rebuilt and the team's unsub was actually there? And when the team gets there, they find the reader having a conversation with the unsub and reader has the unsub's weapon behind them. So kinda like angst when Hotch thinks of all the negative possibilities and fluff afterwards? totally get if you dont wanna do this, have a nice day

Omg this was sooooooo much fun! I hope this is good! Edited by @mystic-writes

Gif by @hqtchner

You sigh as you enter the abandoned asylum. You had plans to work with local organizations to remodel it into a beautiful read facility with everything everyone could need. The building itself, while dilapidated and in ruin, was still a beautiful building and could be made even more beautiful when remade.

When you step inside, you can see the old graffiti immediately, but you also notice old, out of date medical equipment in here. Probably used for the ghost tours and shows that liked to come through here. You know there hasn't been one in a few years, and the city isn't making as much money anymore. Hence why they're considering the rehab facility.

You know it's not usually your job to do this, but you lived next to this building for most of your pre-adult life and you would tell all kinds of ridiculous ghost stories about it, but you've never been inside. You were too young for the ghost tours and you weren't one to break into places that were off limits. Until now, of course.

You stop though when you enter a room, and see someone. A man. He's hunched over something and you make a shuffling sound to make sure he's not scared.

He gets up quickly and turns around, scared.

You smile kindly at him. "Hi! I'm really hoping you're not a cop right now because I'm not really supposed to be here," you say with a nervous laugh.

The man shakes his head. "No. No. Not a cop. Not a cop."

You smile again. "Good. I'm glad. Because technically I should have talked to the city before coming here, but, well, guess I'm a rule breaker too, huh?" you ask with a wink.

The man nods, but looks away from you. You turn and see a newer looking, plastic table with some things laid out on it. Pictures, a digital camera, and a knife. You frown, but don't comment on it.

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Hotch walks silently into the asylum, the swat team behind him, gun in hand, as they move quietly through the halls. He hears talking and motions for the team to follow him. They all lean against the wall by the door, but don't enter yet, because there's two voices in there.

And Hotch knows one of them; yours.

–

"So! How long have you been coming here? You seem to be pretty well set up," you say and the man nods but he's not looking at you.

"A while. A while. My mother used to be here. She-she would let me visit her, said that if I wasn't careful I could end up in this place one day. When she died and it closed down, I couldn't stop coming here. This is where the final memory of my mother is," he explains and you not, clasping your hands behind your back.

The man turns around. "I see. Well, unless you do drugs and want to stop, you won't be in here ever really."

The man frowns at you. "What do you mean?" he asks.

You shrug. "This place is getting remodeled by the city, going to be turned into a drug rehabilitation center for those that want to get clean. It won't be people here who don't want to be here, and will hopefully help the homeless as well," you explain. "We plan on having a couple people here to help with job finding, writing resumes and cover letters, and finding affordable housing for them once they have their job. It took a couple of years, but we finally convinced the city that it would help them."

"That sounds nice," the man says quietly. You smile, but it falls with what he says next. "But I can't let you do that."

"Why?" You ask, putting your hands on the table and leaning slightly.

His eyes flick to the table, and to your hands, which are very close to the knife.

"I can't!" He exclaims and starts charging towards you.

A shot rings out and you stumble back, into the wall, slipping to the ground as you do so. Underneath the table you see the man groaning and holding his shoulder as some heavily armed men storm in and pin him to the ground.

"[Y/N]?"

You look up in shock as you hear your boyfriend, Aaron, say your name. "Honey? What are you doing here?" You ask.

He bends down in front of you and you lean over, hugging him right. "I could ask you the same thing," he says, breathlessly.

You pull away from him and hold his shoulders, before breathing out a laugh and saying, "Holy shit."

He laughs as well. "Yeah."

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years ago

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You Know What They Say About Weddings // R.W. (celebration fic)

Request: Omg congratulations!!!! Could you do a Ron x Reader with the "theres only one bed" trope and fluff prompts 11 and 1? Thank you so much and congrats again!! - @mischi3f-manag3d

Fluff 1: “I think I’m in love with you.”

Fluff 11: “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

A/N: Just me that's ridiculously attracted to the photo below? Anyway! Here is your request, I hope you like!!

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: I don’t think there are any - just a load of fluff really.

Word count: 1.6k

The band hired by Molly Weasley upon the recommendation of an old friend played in the corner of the marquee. The Weasley family and their friends all crowded there; happy to watch the eldest Weasley child, Bill, marry the love of his life, Fleur.

It had been a wonderful ceremony; very few left the service with dry eyes.

You found it hard to keep your emotions in check through it all; wanting so desperately to turn to the youngest Weasley son beside you and ask if he felt the same way as you – if he loved you just as much as you have loved him since Fifth Year.

You think back to this morning; when you had arrived at the Burrow in time to watch the marquee be raised. Your eyes had landed on Ron, and they hadn’t left him. Your eyes ran over his body; drinking in the sight of him in a suit – sleeves rolled up due to the already warm day. Not wanting to be caught, you turned away and rid your mind of the thoughts running through it at warp speed.

With a laugh at the memory, you drag Ron onto the dancefloor. Awkwardness radiates from him, but he dutifully places his hand on your waist and takes your hand in his as your other hand places itself on his shoulder. You laugh together as you try to follow the beat of the song; the dance lessons given by McGonagall doing nothing for either of your left feet. You step on his toes repeatedly, but he doesn’t complain once; he just changes tact – instead of trying to attempt the waltz, he simply changes the hold of his arms and decides to have fun instead.

Spinning around the dancefloor; you can’t help but let yourself imagine. You can’t help but let yourself think of the future you so desperately desired with the very redhead holding you so gently in his arms.

You know what they say about weddings.

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Fred leans down to Harry’s ear, pointing towards Ron and you on the dancefloor, “When do you think they’ll pull their finger out?”

Harry laughs, “Worried about the bet, Fred?”

Fred snorts, “Hardly.”

Harry watches his best friend twirl you around on the dancefloor before pulling you back in as you laugh. Harry swivels to face Fred, “You know what they say about weddings.”

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You throw off your heels; groaning at the feel of your blood rushing back to your feet. At this height, Ron can easily throw an arm over your shoulder, “Better?”

You nod, “Much.”

Following Ron upstairs, you stifle yawn after yawn. The reception had been one of the best nights of your life; dancing, drinking, laughing – it was a truly happy night. You had danced with Ron for a lot of night; dragging him to the dancefloor for one dance but then staying with him for three more. He eventually left to get drinks whilst you danced with Hermione, Ginny, and Luna – a wide smile across your face.

You hadn’t missed the looks exchanged by the girls when Ron came back to steal your attention. You also hadn’t missed the conversation between Ron’s family and your friends as they watched you continue to the dance with the red-haired man.

You shake your head as you remember that moment; you were aware of the bet they had going. Hermione unable to keep a secret from you had blabbed it to you less than a month after it was made. She felt awful for keeping it from you, but you assured her you didn’t mind too much – curious as to who had what date.

“You don’t mind sharing my room with me?” Ron checks.

You shake your head, smiling at him sleepily, “I don’t mind.”

Ron relaxes somewhat, but he still remains tense, “There’s only one bed.”

You roll your eyes, “How many nights did I sneak into the hospital to stay with you after you hurt your leg?”

Ron blushes, “You’re right. I’ll let you get changed first… just knock when you’re done.”

In that moment, he looks so helpless that you lift yourself onto your tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek. The last thing you see before closing his bedroom door is Ron pressing a hand to his cheek with a wide smile.

You knock lightly on the door when you’re done changing. Ron enters the room with a light blush dusting his cheeks; his eyes running over body quickly. He turns to his dresser, pulling out his pyjamas.

“I’ll wait outside for you to finish changing.”

Ron shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it; just turn around.”

“If you’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” He laughs.

You turn to face the singular window; the moon is high in the sky and the sky is so clear that you can see the stars. Looking into the garden, you see Bill and Fleur still dancing – alone, no longer surrounded by family and friends. They have no idea they have an audience; they just remain in each other’s arms, finally happy to have a private moment between them. You shift your gaze when Bill dips his heads to kiss his wife.

You think to yourself; there’s just something about weddings.

Ron coughs; bringing you out of your reverie. Turning around, you find him dressed in some old sweatpants and an old shirt. Your heart softens at the sight of him; his hands flex at his side – his nervous tick

His bed is just big enough for two; you lie side by side on your back, hands laid out by your sides. It would take less than a millimetre of space; less than a second of time to reach out and take his hand in yours, to tangle your fingers together.

But you don’t. You lie next to him; mind racing just as fast as your heart – any sense of tiredness hanging over you chased away the moment you laid down next to the boy you’ve loved since Fifth Year.

“Did you have fun today?” Ron asks in the dark; filling the silence.

“I did. It was nice to see everyone before we go back to school. Harry and Ginny looked particularly close.”

Ron frowns, “My sister and my best friend.”

You giggle, turning onto your side, “Don’t act like you don’t approve.”

Ron sighs with a smile, “You’ve caught me out,” He furrows his brows, “Did you see them all whispering when we were dancing?”

Nodding, you bite your lip, “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

Ron snorts, reaching for your hand in the dark, “I know. Harry told me about it tonight.”

You sit up in bed; not letting go of his hand, “How long has it been going on? Hermione told me about it but she never said when it started.”

“Since last year. Harry only brought it up because if we get together by Saturday, he wins the bet.”

You laugh, “I can’t believe them.”

“Absolute gits,” Ron laughs.

You play with your fingers, dropping his hand to do so, “What do you think of the bet?”

Ron sits up, “Why?”

“It doesn’t annoy you?” You question; risking a peek at his face in the limited light of the moon.

“Not particularly. It’s a harmless bet.”

You nod your head; trying not to think too much of it.

“Why? What do you think of the bet?”

You sigh heavily; wondering how best to phrase what you’ve wanted to say to him all day, deciding that the truth is the best way to go. “I think I’m in love with you,” You state; bluntly, honestly.

Ron’s mouth drops open and you start talking without giving him a chance to say anything, “You don’t need to feel the same; really, you don’t,” You grab a pillow, “I’ll go sleep on the couch, I’ll see you in the morning.”

You make to leave but Ron’s hand grips your wrist, “Sit back down. At least give me a chance to reply.”

You sit back down on the bed slowly; your hand still grips the pillow in case you need to sleep downstairs. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Ron asks.

Shrugging your shoulders, you say, “I’m not sure. I wanted to, I really did but then you were with Lavender and I didn’t feel like talking to you a lot and then, and then, and then, I guess I didn’t want to ruin the friendship.”

“I wondered why you pulled away through Lavender; I barely saw you.”

You sigh; crushing the pillow to your chest, “It hurt too much to look at you.”

Ron shuffles on the bed, “If I had known-”

“You’d have what?” You interrupt, “You’d have broken up with her?”

Ron shakes his head, “I’d have never dated her.”

“What?”

“I’d have never dated her,” He repeats, “I’d have asked you out.”

“Oh,” You state.

“Yeah,” Ron mumbles, looking down.

“We’ve mucked this up haven’t we?”

“Nah, we haven’t,” Ron laughs, “We just delayed their bet.”

You giggle, “The bet. Who do we want to win?”

“Who’s the closest to tonight?”

You think for a moment; remembering the piece of paper that Hermione explained was the bet. “I think you were right earlier,” You say, “Harry is the closest by Saturday.”

“What do you think? Shall we let Harry win?”

You smile softly, leaning closer to Ron, “I think I’m okay with Harry winning.”

“Thank Merlin,” Ron whispers before pulling you in for a kiss.

His hand caresses your cheek, and he smiles into the kiss. You soon begin to laugh at the absurdity of it all; having to pull away from the redhead and assure him that it isn’t him you’re laughing at. Your jealousy over Lavender never spurred you to confess your feelings, neither did the Department of Mysteries, but a bet and a wedding has you falling into Ron’s arms.

Well, you know what they say about weddings.

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sixeyesgojo · 4 years ago

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Congrats bb 💕(i hope this isn't too many lines of the song bc they are short lines 😭) Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness And you fill my head with you Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down? (Bloom - The Paper Kites)

Can I be close to the sky?

Prompt: And you fill my head with you, shall I write it in a letter?

Word count: 895

Character: Yuta

A/N: Don’t worry about it, I’m not super strict on stuff like that (and hopefully I don’t come across as super strict adjkasdjad) but I still picked the two lines that spoke to me the most. Hope you’re okay with that! And omg, I love this song so much already... so... fluffy. Enjoy your meal ♥

Wait, Yuta stopped in his tracks and turned his head. A familiar silhouette caught his attention. Was that you?

Originally, he planned to head back to his accommodation after a successful mission but he found himself heading your way. Steps getting faster and faster, pushing his way through the crowd. Fond memories of delightful days rushing back into his head. “Y/N! Is that you?” “Huh?” you turned around. And indeed, it was you. The person he missed so much. Something warm started to spread in Yuta’s chest, just like wildfire but… it was comforting. “Oh my God, Yuta? Long time no see! How have you been?” you asked him with the most dazzling smile he had ever seen. He still remembered it, but gosh, did it feel nice to see it again. The beam on his face was a tell-tale sign of his joy.

“I see that smile of yours stayed the same,” you giggled. “Yeah, you said you liked it. Besides, it’s hard to change it anyway,” he shot back. How nice, he thought, to be in your heart-warming presence again. As if you just washed away all his stress from the past few days. Unfortunately, the encounter was brief: you had somewhere to go. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a tad bit sad about it; people were busy after all and he knew that very well. Until…

“Hey Yuta. I swear I gotta go right now but… if you want to, we could catch up some other time?” you suggested. Yuta was taken aback for a second; his heart skipped a beat or even two. “Sure, I would love to!” he exclaimed, overjoyed. “I have a new number though, my phone broke and I lost all of my contacts I had saved…” Of course he couldn’t tell her that a cursed spirit broke his damn phone. “Oh, so that’s why you never replied to me! No hard feelings though.”

Your smile would be the death of him one day.

“...and that is how my best friend spilled all the food on me,” you told him, rolling your eyes. The man, who had tried his best not to laugh, started snorting with laughter. “Yeah yeah. Just laugh at my misery,” you said, hitting his shoulder. You attempted not to break out in laughter yourself – in vain because his laughter was ridiculously precious and pretty contagious. Something about him made you feel incredibly safe; it has always been like that. It was so easy to let go and laugh with him. “God, I’m so sorry, Y/N. That story was just so hilarious, I couldn’t help myself,” Yuta choked in-between snorts. Tears were forming at the corner of his eyes because of how hard he laughed.

The funny stories were never-ending and the blissful laughter continued the whole afternoon. It felt so good, so natural, laughing with you again.

“Time flies. Would you look at the time? Jeez, it’s already this late, I can’t believe it… though I suppose it happens when you hang out with an old friend,” you mused. “Well, you have my number now. We could hang out more often… if you want to,” there was a note of shyness in his voice. “I wouldn’t mind at all. It was fun spending time with you again.” Somewhere inside you, you hoped he’d say something more but he didn’t. Instead, he pushed something into your hands. You looked at the envelope. “Yuta?” you questioned, looking up again, only to see the black-haired guy had vanished already. A sigh left your lips as you took out the letter inside. This endearing boy.

Dear Y/N, I probably just left you with this. I bet you’re confused but I swear, I’m so sorry! I just… Well, I am very nervous but it’s overdue… Haha, this is kind of awkward. I’ve never done this before but for some reason, I suddenly had this strong urge to write you a letter after I met you again. So, here goes nothing.

I just hope this won’t sound weird but You remind me of the sky.

I don’t know how to explain it but I just think you are so… beautiful. There’s a glow whenever I look at you. It seems to surround you, especially when you smile. Can’t really get enough of it, apparently, because… I constantly think about you. You fill my head with pieces of you, it’s like a million fragments of flowers seem to cloud my mind when I reminisce about old times.

Truthfully, I always enjoyed hanging out with you. Your presence is very comforting to me. You know how nervous and anxious I can be at times but I found myself being… fine whenever I was with you. I really wanna thank you for stepping into my life. Really, you made it so much brighter.

Never stopped thinking about you, especially after my phone broke. It was hard on me because I wanted to talk to you. You have always been such a great person, great friend. However, with time I realized I wanted to be closer to you. Can I do that?

Can I... be close to you?

- Yuta

Reading the letter sparked some overwhelming emotions from within you; the tears ran down your cheek in endless streams. This idiot. You had always liked him.

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kuekyuuq · 3 years ago

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Gloria, Jet-lags and Imps [6x11]

Let’s jump right in:

Kinda love how Kara lamp-shaded addressed the fact she didn't tell the gang about her adventures in the PZ. She’s not wrong, tho.

...what do I want to say about Mxy using what's basically a well-known gay-anthem to tell his tale? I mean, it didn’t lead anywhere. The original song is about freeing oneself, liberation, stepping out of a (gone bad) relationship and moving on, stronger for it - empowerment. The only connection I could make, is that originally it was Nyxly’s aim to just do that (freeing herself and her kind from an oppressor), but in the way Mxy performed it, that part of the parallel was long over before he even reached the chorus. It’s also a popular Karaoke song, tho, so... he chose it because it’s catchy? I’ll try not to overthink it for now. At least, the Superfriend’s reactions were fun.

Nia exiting the elevator, "And what's this Old Stone?" I love it when ppl enter a room / situation and pick up on words that they couldn't have possibly heard. I think cinema sins ding such... Are we to assume, she dreamed Mxy's rendition of ‘I will survive’? Or is the elevator not sound-proof at all? (If it’s the latter, Nia later apparently telling Brainy “in private” between scenes / during the elevator ride about her Nyxly adventures, was a silly thing to do.)

So, "Jared" created the ring Old Stone to rule them all, it got shattered into the Paragons totems? Nyxly needs the totems and to get them she needs a crystal which also belonged to "Jared" - who happens to be Mxy's ancestor, which is why she needs Mxy / his blood, too.

I have one important and incredibly relevant question here, tho...

With the introduced imps and their names... Why’s dude named Jared of all things?!

Really, did I mishear that? If so, I’ll leave it as is and never edit, bc that would be hilarious in its own right 😋

...

Not sure what to make about Supergirl paraphrasing a Dirty Dancing quote. "Nobody puts Mxy into a power crystal on my watch." ...is he Baby now? (Seriously, though: Which of the writers thought that was a fitting quote to use in that particular context?)

...now, is the exposition section of the episode over yet?

Sensitive Brainy sensed something was up with Nia. He can relate... Nia doubting Kara would understand, too, is ridiculous. But I get it... insecurities and all. But, I mean, just 5 minutes later Kara announces she wants to save Nyxly despite her wrongdoings. And yet Nia still remains convinced, Kara wouldn’t forgive her own personal mini-me... After having witnessed Kara forgiving Lena for a whole season of the writers being stupid messing up to the nth degree. But I digress, Lena’s Lena.

...how old is Nia meant to be again? Just asking out of completely unrelated curiosity.

F*ck. They really went with NewFoundland...

Imma assume it was an executive choice after realizing they couldn’t find enough actors and actresses with a convincing Irish accent... maybe. Again, no offense to Newfoundland! Just... we got the insinuations of Ireland, not Newfoundland... And truthfully, when I think of magic, Ireland is an easy association. Whereas I only due to this whole debacle learned Newfoundland has Irish ancestry. So, okay, the show forced me to learn something new... I give ‘em that.

An easy journey, she said.

Lena's been off-screen for two whole episodes, Kara announcing at the beginning of ‘Dreamweaver’ [6x09] Lena being “back east” (at least insinuating Lena’s left the west-coast already), which span over at least one full day (feat. a scene at night), and ‘I still rise’ [6x10] at least another a whole day (the whole Nia’s mom back for a day deal). And, now, after at least 48 hours she barely just arrived.

Lemme check how long a regular plane would need to fly from California to NFL......... ... .. .. So... approx. 10 hours with at least one layover.

Yeah, using a private jet made it easier, but apparently also much, much slower...

Or, Lena randomly went some other places / did some sight-seeing in NFL before she decided to finally visit her mother’s hometown... [Either that or the timelines don’t match up and Lena’s scenes are flashbacks of sorts.]

Optimistic and relaxed Lena is a sight to behold. I rewound 3 times, just to enjoy it for as long as possible. We all knew it was going to be short-lived...

Let’s check off a few more items...

OMG, Kara hiding behind Alex at the mere sight of the PZ-projector broke my heart! 😢

"Elisabeth Walsh" is the new 'the one you shall not name'. ...poor Lena. 😭

Oh, so Mxy wants to be Patrick Swayze instead of Baby... gotcha.

...is this going anywhere?

KITTY!!! Okay, this must be the best opponent in the history of CWSG.

Despite the horrible CGI, SG using her heat-vision to project a laser-beam to distract the cat had me in (happy-) tears! 🤣

Gotta love the civilians of National City quickly returning to business as usual once the giant cat is gone. Even the police officers looked rather chill...

Nyxly did look fabulous this episode ^^

Andrea being Lena's rock is both great and annoying. I can't fault Andrea. It's just, that we still have to see an on-screen interaction between Lena and Kara and that bugs the heck out of me. I can’t help it. I’m sorry, Andrea.

Nia: "...is my fault." Kara: "Nu, is MY fault!" J'onn: "Stop fighting, kids!" Space-dad has spoken.

Mxy used an LuthorCorp copy machine... and of cos it's faulty. It's not an L-Corp product.

Kara forgiving Nia came as a surprise to her... Oooookay. I mean, the show has been writing Kara a bit inconsistently the past two seasons... so, yeah, maybe being unsure which of her traits apply this week was not such a far stretch...

Maybe it's the hair, but I wished, Florence was played by Alex Kingston.

So, not-Alex-Kingston shows Lena herself with a funny wig and tells her how her mother was still watching her...

If it wasn't for Katie's acting skills (I love her.) I would have already hit my head against the wall repeatedly. Something about these scenes had me constantly cringe and I made it through 5.5 seasons of this show already... Can’t quite put my finger on it, but it was highly distracting from the story that explained Lena’s mom was special even to another witch, where there was domestic abuse, and an accidental murder. Y’know, important stuff, deep-cutting stuff!

At least, poor widddle Lena got some closure there. Elisabeth was a good cookie. And filled with magic. And Lena’s gotta have that ‘spark’, too...

....so... Lena’s gonna stay in NFL for how much longer, to train becoming a witch? Please, just hand her a how-to manual and send her back home, to figure it out on her own, please... (Yes, that would be horrible decision-making, but I need her back with the team!)

On to the finish line:

So... Mxy IS Nyxly's brother? Wait, that doesn’t sound right... then Nyxly would have the same blood... Did I miss something? Can someone explain, please? Or is he her ex, and that’s where his rendition of “I will survive” makes sense?

Hnn... I can't help, but think Kara's speech for Nyxly was 85% based on her experiences with Lena in s05.

Awww... he said "stronger together"... Mxy... I hope, you'll be okay!

Lena believes in magic now. And I absolutely love how Lena wants to science magic XD

...but apparently magic isn’t science that hasn’t been explained yet, but parallel... powers? concepts? ether strings?

Nyxly has a loyal henchman now. Which was a bit heavy-handed. Took way too much of screen-time, so it better leads to something interesting.

And Kara is on a warpath now. Wooooot! Girl’s got enough.

...what else?

Did I miss a third Patrick Swayze hint / quote / mention? I learned, these things come in threes... Y’know, basic writing rules...

I guess, for once the episode title was meant to be taken literally, Mxy popping up between characters, to try and help. (I need in-show footage, of Mxy sneaking up on ppl, without his powers, on all fours / crouched, just to get the desired effect.) I mean, I’ve never really watched Malcom, but wasn’t he like what Mxy usually is? A bit of a trouble-maker, prankster, chaos-ensuing wherever he goes? ...well, in that case, the episode title didn’t hold up, as Mxy’s scenes were not fun or really goofy. Yes, there was some superficial humor, but just to serve Mxy dealing with not being able to use his powers, which in turn was only barely scratched at (although it turned out to be his final character development crisis, appreciating not having powers and - in turn - facing consequences for once). Again, a whole lot going on in the episode, so a lot of that may have ended up on the cutting-room floor.

...where’s Kelly? Secretly adopting a kid, maybe?

...Kara’s still a reporter, right? I mean, whenever it serves the immediate plot, yes? ...Not even a throw-away line, that she has to pop up at CatCo for appearances sake? Since Andrea is already upset with her AND looking into her friends’ identities? At least, Kara should take a peek to make sure Andrea hasn’t uncovered anything yet... No?

Well, that’s all I’ve got for now. Kue out.

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awhilde · 4 years ago

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kaeya as your boyfriend!

seeing all these hc’s for genshin is making me sob like god damn all these enemies to lovers for childe and lumine is making me simp for him. also i’ll never shut up about kaeya his yoho in the manga reminds me of oikawa and that just throws me into a whole other world of hurt

&& this is potentially the last piece of genshin content that i’ll post in a while bc i don’t just want to write purely abt genshin however !! if someone asks for it who am i to say no?

neways,,, kaeya as ur boyfriend!

the beginning of your relationship would have originated with his confession to you

despite being a huge romantic, kaeya confessed to you with no prior planning, nothing spectacular like a mysterious note leading to a tree caked in snow despite the rest of the world enveloped in a still night

in fact, kaeya hadn’t even come to terms with his true feelings when it occurred, he simply knew that he found you fascinating and of good company. besides, you easily bounced back his roundabout way of talking and your banter provided him good humour

so when the two of you were casually patrolling the streets of the city on the lookout for potential hazards, he’d dropped the bomb mid conversation when you guys were talking about your family

“yeah, i totally get that.” you had said in reply to his advice. “i’m just anxious i guess, on what i should do. after taking so long, is my brother even still alive?” after a shaky inhale, you laughed off the suddenly sombre atmosphere. “sorry, i didn’t mean to bring the mood down. i suppose i just felt a bit alone in this whole situation. its like no one is taking my brother’s disappearance seriously and its being overlooked because of all this dragon business.”

kaeya hadn’t been sure as to what to say for he felt slightly guilty for forgetting the reason why you ended up here as well. he felt an odd pang in his chest at your crestfallen expression, more so at how much you tried to cover it up with a smile.

he’d suddenly turn from walking beside you to standing in front, gauging your expression and successfully halting you in your step

he’d confess with a smile, clearly not expecting a response and solely in hopes of letting you know that he cared for you and you weren’t alone. he wouldn’t be nervous ion think, he knows his worth and would be completely comfortable with only being your friend. he’d let the news comprehend in your mind before turning around, wishing you a goodnight and a slight pun about how the early bird gets the worm

oh boy, kaeya’d would have never expected you to return his feelings but you did anyway, replying in a similar, quiet tone, expressing the emotions that you felt around the ice man and only THEN did he blush. he’d hid the majority of his reddening face behind his palm, looking off the right slightly to try and hide his face from you. the fluistered look on his face sent you out of this world

neways, the night ended in a limbo between awkward, flustered glances and timid silence, and finding the situation hilarious because well,, it just was to you two

the day after that, your relationship was relatively the same

except, kaeya no longer hid his lingering looks at you anymore which made 1). you blush and 2). everyone suspicious

but i mean they called it so,,,

everyone, that is, except paimon who exists only to be the biggest cockblocker you’ve ever met. no like seriously, did almost drowning cause the last sliver of common sense to escape from her?

regardless, paimon was on your ass every. single. time you and kaeya talked whether it be in private or within a group

like that one time when kaeya managed to get you alone in the library, having not had the opportunity to talk to you privately all day

he had stood a little too close to you (bc kaeya is a : dom and towering over you is something he would find pleasure in doing) as you talked. clearly, he wasn’t paying attention to your attempt at small talk instead opting to inch you closer to the wall with a smirk

you’re not completely dense, you knew exactly what he was doing but he was hot so you let it slide, finding the situation kinda addicting to be in

“anyway, amber was telling me something about cleaning up the aftermath of stormterror, something about barricades and the like, are you going to be helping us this time?” you had asked him, eyebrow raised over the book you had clutched to your chest

kaeya smirks and steps closer again, causing you to back away slightly. “and if i don’t?”

“go ahead and find out yourself, pretty boy, see how well that turns out.”

the bored challenge in your voice disappears when he closes the gap between you two, placing a forearm easily above your head and tilting your body in that respective direction, easily caging you in

“caring for me? where did your tsundere act go?” he whispered, breath tickling the hairs framing your face. by now, you were sure it was obvious that you were blushing

your eyes flick to his lips and back to his eye, his own catching the movement and you swore his lips stretched further into that smirk. his face edges closer to yours, a still silence in the form of an inhaled breath tense in the air and just as kaeya’s lips touched your own

the door to the library slams open

kaeya immediately brings his head up and checks behind his shoulder, body still encasing yours but this time in order to protect you

and you can’t see because,, well,, kaeya’s body was obstructing your vision so you turn to look around him but he moves that way too, protecting you from the intruder’s sight

but well, you didn’t need to see the person to know them because their voice was a dead give away

“kaeya!” paimon exclaimed and you hear kaeya’s short huff of exhaustion. “have you seen name? she said she was around here but,,, paimon hasn’t seen her anywhere. why are you looking at paimon like that?”

convinced that she wasn’t a threat, kaeya sighs and leans his forehead against yours. you giggle slightly

paimon finally sees you, at least your figure anyway and gasps. “wait a minute, is that a girl paimon is seeing? kaeya, what are you doing with this girl? unless,,, omg are you cheating on name?”

and without looking at the floating human, kaeya tells her to leave in a firm voice. clearly, he didn’t like any of this bullshit

and paimon gets a little scared before she huffs, telling him that she was totally going to tell you what he was doing

and the door slams after her with extra intended force and with the help of a few icicles

kaeya opens his eyes and gazes longingly at you, frustrated and annoyed at well,, being cockblocked. the moment of intense sexual tension is over and being flustered is well past you know. besides, you kinda wanted to clear up the misunderstanding before paimon spreads some nasty rumour. and sure, kaeya couldn’t care less about his reputation, but you cared about his

so you laugh at his misery and give him a quick peck on the lips before ducking under his arm and exiting the library

kaeya would be a little stunned at your move on him, but he was well aware of your cheeky side. for the rest of the day, he would declare war on you, trying to get you flustered again (bc its funny and cute). he’d do things like cooling his skin when you accidently touch him, standing way too close to you in group discussions and !! breathing down your neck (bc mans has cold breath) and just generally looking at your direction

you’d fight back bc he’s being ridiculous, winking when you caught him staring, squeezing his hand when he walks past and jokingly avoiding his attempts to get you in private

bc i mean, there was a dragon terrorising the world so romance shouldn’t be your first priority

a shame that kaeya thinks he’s all that and confident in his abilities that he’s like yes i can juggle saving the world and winning over my girlfriend in my sleep wym

when this silly “fight” is over, you finally let kaeya drag you into an alleyway, pressing you up against the wall and kissing you without words

and you smile into the kiss bc frustrated kaeya is so cute

and that’s the relationship, just a mix of pure fluff (bc kaeya really does care for you a lot), stupid banter and sexual tension!!

wow!

#kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya x lumine #why is kaeya so hot but so weak?#manga kaeya has me feeling some typa way #kaeya fluff #genshin #genshin impact #genshin kaeya

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Dear Heart - CH 12

Dick Winters x Melanie Davis

Summary: Melanie Davis is a nurse from North Carolina who has lived a sheltered life since her father died. Her father’s best friend, Colonel Sink, invites her to experience more as a regimental nurse for the 506th PIR of the 101st Airborne. She embarks on the adventure of a lifetime.

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Word Count: 5k (another doozy but omg a lot has to happen okay? they have to talk, Dick has to be a simp, it’s important to the plot)

A/N: Thank you again to @mercurygray for being a wonderful beta reader, as always <3

Warning(s): Descriptions of an assault

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

Chapter 12 here we go!!

A warm spring began in Germany, welcoming the American invaders with its beautiful scenery and pleasant weather. Melanie wondered how people who lived in such a lovely place could have begun a war that was so terrible. The regiment came to a long stop in a town called Sturzelberg, where there was a hospital, and Melanie finally felt like a regular nurse again. She even got to change out of her OD’s and into her nursing uniform dress. It was wrinkled from the journey in her bag, rolled up at the bottom until she could wear it again. It was somewhat of a homecoming, though it seemed a different girl stepped into it. Not even a girl at all, really. A grown woman. A changed woman.

Her and Juliet’s billet had a mirror, so she took the opportunity to really look at herself for the first time in weeks. Though she was clean, she looked tired. She didn’t have much color to her face, and she had lost more weight. She frowned at her reflection, hearing her mother loud and clear in her mind. To her surprise, she voiced what she heard.

“Thin and pale,” she murmured. “That won’t do.”

Juliet looked up from her notebook. “I beg your pardon?”

Melanie did not reply. She was too busy pinching her cheeks along the bone, giving them a semblance of rosiness. It was an old trick, but a useful one. So was chewing one’s lips to make them red if one didn’t have any rouge, which was her next task.

“Mel, what the bloody hell are you doing?” Juliet demanded, getting to her feet.

“Making myself somewhat presentable,” Melanie answered. “Now that we’re back in relative comfort, I’ve got no excuse for walking around looking like a rag doll.”

Juliet scoffed in disbelief. Then she stood in front of Melanie, took her by the shoulders, and looked into her eyes, searching.

“What are you doing?” Melanie asked.

“I’m looking for Melanie Davis, I hope she’s still in there,” Juliet returned.

It occurred to Melanie that Juliet had only known the exhausted, wounded Melanie from weeks at war and no sleep. Already a little jaded from the amount of wounded who passed through. Of course she didn’t recognize the Melanie from before - who lived with constant reminders of femininity and vanity she’d had ingrained in her since childhood.

She rolled her eyes and dislodged herself from Juliet’s grip. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course it’s me.”

“You’ve been through hell on Earth,” Juliet pointed out. “Who cares what you look like?”

Melanie hadn’t thought of it that way. And she had certainly not had many experiences of criticism being met with compassion. She didn’t always feel she deserved compassion - she was happy to give it to others but for herself? Perfection only. It was hitting her now what an impossible standard she was holding herself to.

“Oh, I must sound awfully vain,” Melanie sighed. “I don’t mean to, but I can’t help it if I prefer feeling feminine. I can’t believe how much I took for granted just having lipstick or nail polish.”

“Obviously, you can enjoy those things, but I cannot stand by and let you say that you ‘won’t do,’” Juliet replied. “You’re a beautiful woman, with or without lipstick.”

Melanie looked at the floor and fixed her clothes. “That’s very kind of you, thank you.”

She was unused to getting such compliments. Her mother had always fixated on Melanie’s looks, though she had never been insulting. It was always reassurance that she was pretty enough to “catch a husband.” But, as she had pointed out to herself, there was more to the world than all that. The war was still on. She had a job to do.

“Alright, I’m off to work,” she said. “It feels mighty fine to be saying that again.”

She forced herself to smile, putting all thoughts of her appearance behind her. She just needed to get back to a hospital and work with patients so she could start feeling like herself again. Juliet wished her luck, and then Melanie was off.

***

As they made their way deeper into Germany, Dick’s inner conflict deepened, too. Melanie’s condition, her moods and general demeanor, seemed to improve, while Lew seemed to get steadily worse. The day of the jump (which he was still a bit bitter to have missed, despite its outcome), when Dick had to tell his best friend about his demotion, he was disturbed by Nix’s non-reaction, followed by flippant remarks to disguise a frustration he clearly would not voice. Dick sought out the only person he felt he could talk to about his concerns - Melanie.

He went first to her billet. The day was drawing to a close, so he assumed she would be back by now from the hospital. Juliet opened the door and looked surprised to see him.

“Oh! Hello, Major,” she said.

“Is Melanie here?” he asked, getting right to the point.

“No, she hasn’t come back from the hospital yet,” she told him. “Is everything alright? Did you have something...important to tell her?”

She raised a knowing eyebrow at him and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. At this point, he wasn’t sure who was more invested in his relationship with Melanie - Nix or Juliet. He wondered what might have happened if she had been around to help orchestrate the Paris trip. For now, he let it slide.

“I just want to talk to her,” he said. “Thanks, though.”

“Worth a shot,” she said under her breath. “Well, let me know if we need to send out a search party.”

“Will do,” he said, amused. “See you later.”

She nodded in return and closed the door. Dick headed to the hospital. He looked forward to seeing Melanie - he always did. He just wished his friends would see that, and realize it was enough for now. There was enough understanding between them that they were pretty well aware of what they felt for each other. At least, Dick was sure he understood. But there was still a war, and that wasn’t really the place for romance.

By the time he arrived at the hospital, he had pushed his frustrations with his friends to the back of his mind. In the first ward, he found Melanie, in a chair beside a patient’s bed, a deck of cards between them on a tray, and laughter on her face. The patient pulled a card from his hand and laid it down, which made Melanie’s jaw drop.

“Another red three?” she gasped. “I think it’s very clear how this game is going to end.”

“You’ve still got a chance, Miss Melanie,” he replied through a thick Southern accent. “One good hand and you could turn this whole thing around.”

“Well, lucky for you, my hand isn’t anything to write home about,” she returned, frowning at it. “Draw your cards, Sergeant.”

He reached for the deck and picked up three cards, adding them to his hand. Dick watched the game play out for a moment - the sergeant discarded, Melanie drew two, then she discarded, and the sergeant drew again. All the while, Melanie talked to the man. He was missing his right leg up to the thigh - and a fleeting image of Bill Guarnere and Joe Toye passed through Dick’s mind. But judging by this soldier’s attitude, no one would have guessed anything was the matter with him. The way he smiled and chuckled at Melanie’s praise, he didn’t seem to notice that he was even in a hospital bed.

Dick’s heart was warmed by the sight. Melanie really was back to her old self. She was off duty, and yet she sat with a man she didn’t know to bring him some small comfort. A simple card game. A chance for him to feel normal again, even for a few moments. Dick wasn’t sure which he admired more - her selflessness or how happy she looked to be where she was. The grin on her face gave away that she considered it no trouble to play a game with a patient when her rounds were over. She was genuinely glad to do it. Dick hoped Toye and Guarnere had similarly wonderful nurses wherever they were.

“A canasta already?” she cried as Dick approached. “If you go out on me with all this in my hand, Sergeant, I’ll be finished for sure!”

She discarded and then finally, she looked up. She caught Dick’s eye as he took some tentative steps toward her, hesitant to interrupt. But she beamed at him, so he assumed he was welcome.

“Good evening, Dick,” she said kindly.

The sergeant turned and saw Dick, so he offered a quick salute. “Good evening, sir,”

“Good evening,” Dick returned politely. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“Not at all,” Melanie assured him. “Dick, this is Sergeant Samson - the finest canasta player in the US Army. Sergeant, this is Major Winters.” The two men shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Then she met Dick’s gaze again. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” he said, and found himself regretting coming at all. She was busy, and he felt foolish for disrupting her moment of joy. “I can come back later, though -”

“Actually, sir, I’m about ready for some sleep if Miss Melanie will let me off the hook,” Samson said.

She cast him a playful look. “I see how you operate, Samson. Quit while you’re ahead, that way you don’t lose.”

He laughed, a bit bashful at her teasing, but she collected the cards all the same, and set them aside.

“We’ll play again tomorrow if you like,” she offered.

“Of course,” he returned. “That is, if you enjoy losing that much!”

She feigned offense while he chuckled some more. Then she fluffed his pillows and pulled the blankets up to his chest. Dick watched and felt a familiar stir in his heart of affection for her. She was the most beautiful person he had ever had the pleasure of knowing - and that did not just apply to her pretty face. Melanie was a sweet soul, a nurturing heart, and a bright mind. She was a high quality person. And tiny moments like this showed that to him more than anything.

“Can I get you anything else before I go?” she offered Samson.

He shook his head. “No, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”

“Good night, Sergeant,” she said.

“Good night, ma’am, sir.”

Dick nodded in acknowledgement before offering Melanie his arm, which she took, and they left the ward together. It struck him that her touch no longer made him so nervous. It thrilled him - even after knowing each other for years - but it was comfortable now. As if the crook of his arm was made for her hand. It was natural.

“Is everything alright, Dick?” she asked as they stepped outside. “You seem troubled.”

He didn’t consider himself a particularly emotive person, but Melanie never failed to pick up on what he was feeling. Especially when he needed her.

“It’s Nix,” he said. “His drinking...it’s become such a problem up at regiment that he was demoted today. When I told him that, he didn’t even seem to care.”

Melanie’s brows furrowed and she looked thoughtfully ahead. “I’m sorry to hear that. Lewis is a good man and a fine officer. I would have thought he’d be more invested.”

“Well, in his defense, he’d just come back from that disaster of a jump,” Dick said.

“What disaster of a jump?” she wondered.

He told her what Nix had relayed to him - that the troopers didn’t even make it out of the plane. The CO was killed. Nix and just a handful of others survived out of sheer luck.

“Oh, how awful,” she said, heartbroken.

There really could be no moment between them where the war did not rear its ugly head, Dick thought bitterly. No matter what, there was some news of tragedy. Death sank its teeth into even a simple evening stroll. He decided to steer the conversation back to its original subject.

“Seeing Lew like this just has me worried,” he said. “I feel like he’s close to spiraling, and I don’t have a clue what to do. I thought it was just a bad habit, but now...” he trailed off, unsure what to call his friend’s profound issue.

“I’m afraid there isn’t much you can do,” Melanie told him. “Nix is...troubled, and he has his coping mechanism. Unless he wants to quit drinking, there’s nothing you - or anybody - can do to stop him from picking that bottle up again.”

Once again, he was being told to do nothing - frustrating and impossible advice. He had hoped for more from her.

“What you can do,” she went on, and he felt a glimmer of hope again. “Is make yourself available to him. Let him know - subtly, of course - that you’re ready if and when he’ll need you. Eventually, it will come to a head, and he’ll need people in his corner that he can truly rely on.”

“It still sounds like doing nothing,” he said, defeated.

“I know you’re a man of action, Dick, but this will take patience,” she returned, understanding.

He didn’t answer right away, still a bit frustrated. He also took a moment to look at her. The dim twilight was flattering on her skin. A cool breeze made her flyaway hairs stir around her head. She looked a bit like a painting with the Bavarian backdrop behind her. It struck him again how much he loved her. She met his gaze.

“Dick?”

He shook his head to clear it, though appreciating her beauty had eased some of his irritation about Nix.

“Sorry,” he said. “You look nice tonight, that’s all.”

“Thank you,” she said, blushing lightly. “I’m feeling much better now that we’ve got more food and I’m back in a hospital.”

He had noticed her improvement over the past few days. Her cheeks were rounding out again, and she didn’t look so tired. Her bruises were gone, too.

“I feel a bit silly,” she admitted. “I was fussing over how I looked when we first got here because I didn’t have lipstick or nail polish. What a ridiculous thing to worry about.”

Melanie always looked natural, so he tried to remember the last time he saw her looking nicer than usual. It was Paris. Which was beginning to feel decades in the past instead of just months.

“It’s not ridiculous,” he assured her. “Silly, I’ll give you, but ridiculous is a strong word.”

“Alright, silly it is then,” she teased back with a smile, and he ached at how much he adored it.

They reached her billet, stopped outside the door, and faced each other.

“This takes me back,” she said. “All the way to Aldbourne.”

He nodded in agreement. “Yeah. I don’t think I’d recognize those two kids.”

“Me neither,” she chuckled. “So much has happened. But, I…”

He looked expectantly at her as she trailed off and gathered her thoughts. Her brow furrowed, which told him she was searching for the right words.

“I am so grateful we’re still friends,” she said. “If it weren’t for you, I don’t think I could have made it this far.”

It was his turn to get flustered. For a moment, he stood there silently, a bit lost for words. It was such an honest and wonderful thing to say. How could he return that sentiment?

“Well, I don’t know about that, but I’m grateful too, Mel,” he said, feeling the understatement like an itch on his skin. “Really.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said, smiling. “On that pleasant note, shall we say goodnight? Unless there’s anything else?”

He shook his head. “Thanks for listening. As always.”

They said goodnight, and she went inside, no doubt to chat to Juliet before climbing into bed and settling in. Dick wanted only for Melanie to be safe and comfortable, especially after everything she’d been through. He hoped that after the war, she could end her days in his arms instead of alone, he could tell her plainly how much she meant to him, and that he could be her true refuge. Until then, his mind went to lipstick and nail polish…

The following day, on his way to HQ, he found some. An abandoned drug store sat on the intersection he crossed, and there were a few enlisted men already scrounging around inside, claiming whatever they could find. He normally wasn’t one for taking souvenirs, but he was more compelled by the idea of doing something nice for Melanie. So he stepped through the kicked in door and looked around. The makeup aisle had already been pretty thoroughly picked over - broken bottles and compacts littered the floor, but one last untouched gold tube on the shelf caught his eye. A red lipstick. He took it.

He glanced around for nail polish too, but the only color left was a dark purple, which he could not for the life of him imagine Melanie wearing. The lipstick would have to do.

He intended on giving it to her that day, but he got caught up in several different briefings, which evidently could not be postponed. So many that he sent Zielinski to the hospital with a message asking Melanie to join him in his office for dinner. They hadn’t had significant time together in much too long, and he missed it. So he was grateful when she accepted and agreed to meet him at eight o’clock.

Dick got worried when eight-fifteen came and went. He checked his watch for the tenth time in the last sixty seconds and sighed, fearing that Melanie had forgotten him. Or worse, something was terribly wrong at the hospital, and she was enduring further tragedy. Finally, when he was about ready to go looking for her himself, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” he called.

To his great relief, Melanie walked through the door, closing it softly behind her. She looked a bit sheepish as she came closer.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Dick,” she said. “Sergeant Samson and I were just wrapping up.”

“More canasta?” he asked.

She nodded. “It’s his favorite game. He used to play it with his sisters back home. He’s got three of them.”

“Three sisters, wow,” he remarked. “No brothers?”

“One,” she said sadly. “But he was killed on Guadalcanal.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said. “But I’m impressed with you. You really get to know the men you’re treating.”

“I certainly try,” she said. “Hospitals can often feel overly clinical and cold. Doctors don’t have much time to spend with patients, and nurses can get overwhelmed. I don’t want the patients to mistake that for not caring.”

Dick had met very few people who had the emotional capability to invest so much in others. For a fleeting moment, he likened Melanie to a priest or pastor, with a flock of people to look after, but what she did was different. She wasn’t a spiritual guide or advisor. She was a simple comfort. A place to tell someone about your favorite game or your siblings or your life story. A generous ear to listen to you talk about something besides your pain.

“That’s very sweet of you,” he told her, keeping the true depth of it to himself.

She took a seat across from him at his desk, and they had dinner together. At first, she asked mostly about him and how he was doing, but he eventually turned it around. He let her talk about the patients she’d met at this hospital, and she shared little tidbits of their lives. She wasn’t burdened by it, either. In each one, she found something of interest, worth remembering and holding onto. He listened, but he knew he’d never be able to recall everything the way she did. But he hoped he helped by doing a little bit of what she did for others, for her.

When they finished eating, she sat back with a satisfied smile. He loved that look on her face and he couldn’t help but smile a bit himself. To continue that momentum, he went into his desk and pulled out his gift for her. He didn’t have a box or anything this time, so it wasn’t nearly as big as the gift of the dress, but he hoped she’d still appreciate it.

“I got something for you,” he said.

She raised an eyebrow. “You did?”

He placed the tube of lipstick on the desk as her mouth fell open. But a sparkle in her eyes told him it was a delighted sort of shock.

“Where did you get this?” she gasped. She picked it up and examined it, as if not quite believing it was real.

“There’s a drug store in town that’s...no longer in operation,” he explained. He still didn’t love that he’d technically stolen it, but he wouldn’t let her know. “I think every man in the regiment got something for the women in his life. And you mentioned wanting some.”

“And you remembered?” she wondered.

“Sure I did,” he replied with a chuckle.

“How kind of you,” she said, her grin widening. “I can’t wait to use it! Thank you so much!”

Did anything feel better than making her happy? Dick wasn’t sure. The warmth in his chest told him there was nothing. It didn’t matter that he’d taken it by looting. For that smile, he was prepared to commit highway robbery.

“You’re welcome,” he returned.

He watched her gaze at the items in her hand, a pensive, contemplative expression coming over her features. There was something more she wanted to say. Knowing her, she would shake her head, smile again, and mumble “never mind” mostly to herself before moving on. He hoped she wouldn’t, so he remained silent, giving her the space to work through what she was thinking.

“It seems silly to say this over something so small,” she began, her voice soft, so he had to lean closer in order to hear. “But may I share something with you?”

“Of course,” he assured her, though the question made him nervous.

He tried to think of what could make her so serious all of a sudden, but nothing immediately came to mind. A split second of doubt came over him that she was going to confess she had met someone else because she was tired of waiting for him. But that seemed like a rather outlandish conclusion to jump to. He slowed down his thoughts and focused on her.

“I know you’ve been wondering about what caused me to leave the hospital in Bastogne and come to the front lines,” she began. “And I haven’t been able to tell you. I’m sorry.”

He was still curious, but he certainly didn’t want her to feel like she had to talk about that just because of a lipstick he didn’t even pay for.

“You don’t have to-”

“Please,” she cut across him. “Let me get this out before I lose my nerve.”

“Take your time,” he said gently.

She nodded and took a deep breath. Tears pricked her eyes as she released it, slow and shaky. He mentally braced himself to hear the worst.

“Before the hospital was bombed, Terry...made me an offer,” she continued. “For a life together after the war. He told me he had always had feelings for me and basically that he wanted to marry me.” She ran the fingers on her right hand over the ring finger of her left.

“Naturally, I refused,” she went on. “I wasn’t in love with him.” She paused there, toying with the lipstick tube, as if debating adding something onto that sentence, but decided against it. “I thought my answer was clear, even before the bombing. But the day I was supposed to return to work, he came to my room.”

She stopped again, chewing her bottom lip before swallowing hard.

“He’d had a bit to drink,” she said. “He wasn’t out of control, but I could smell it when he got close to me. He proposed again. I refused him. He shouted at me that he loved me. He said he couldn’t bear the thought of me with another man. And that’s when he started to throw things.”

Beads of sweat appeared on her brow and hairline. She wiped them away with the back of her hand, undeterred, though trembling. She rubbed her hand against the fabric of her dress to dry it off.

“I pleaded with him to stop, but he grabbed me by my face,” she said. “Painfully. Then he looked me in the eyes and threatened to...crush my skull against the vanity, to use his words.”

She looked at him, and suddenly, she halted and met his gaze.

“Am I upsetting you?” she asked.

If he didn’t know her better, he would have thought she was being sarcastic - trying to remind him just who really had been hurt here, but she wasn’t. She was genuinely concerned about him in a moment like this. Her tone, apologetic.

Dick’s anger had risen from a simmer to a boil. He’d been trying to maintain composure as she spoke. He did not want her to lose her nerve by seeing him get agitated, but he couldn’t help the set of his jaw. He regretted not fighting Clarke when he’d had the chance because maybe this might not have happened. It’s harder to throw things and grab people with broken fingers, after all. He shook his head and took a deep breath to calm down, intentionally relaxing every muscle in his face.

“I’m fine, Mel,” he lied. “Please, go on.”

She raised a skeptical eyebrow, but did not protest.

“I tried to resist,” she continued. “But then he grabbed me by the throat. If he said anything else at that point, I didn’t hear. I was blacking out quickly. And for a moment, I was afraid...I was so afraid I was going to die.”

She choked on the last word, and she swiped the tear that leaked onto her cheek away quickly. He kept his gaze fixed on her face, watching her lip quiver. He knew it was ridiculous, but overwhelming guilt sank its claws into his heart. He should have been there to defend her. He should have warned Colonel Sink about Terry. He should have done something. Even now, he wished he could protect her from the very memory of it.

“I don’t know what came over me,” she said. “But somehow I found the strength to get away. I remember striking him, but not much else. That was when Colonel Sink showed up. And I begged him to let me go...well, anywhere that wasn’t the hospital. He suggested the Bois Jacques, and I agreed.”

He sat with it a moment, impressed at her resilience, and a little relieved that nothing worse had happened - and he had imagined much worse, especially when she said the altercation had taken place in her bedroom. But she got away. She rescued herself. There was something to be said for that.

“I’m so sorry you went through that, Mel,” he said. “You were very brave.”

“Please don’t flatter me, Dick,” she replied. “Dogs have enough courage to fight back when attacked. I acted on instinct.”

“Even so, you did well,” he insisted. He hesitated asking his next question, unsure how she might take it or if she was receptive to being questioned at all.

“Why didn’t you report him?” he asked, feeling desperate. “That’s a court martial offense, assaulting a fellow officer.”

“Colonel Sink offered to do the paperwork, but I asked him not to,” she told him. “There’s no point, really. It would be my word against his and that rarely goes well for a woman.”

Dick carefully disguised his distaste for that answer. He wasn’t frustrated by Melanie, but that she was right.

“Besides,” she said. “He didn’t really do anything. He just frightened me, that’s all.”

“That’s a bit of an understatement,” he returned. “He nearly killed you.”

She shrugged, keeping her eyes fixed on her hands, which were in her lap now, fidgeting with the lipstick tube, which made a soft pop each time she opened or closed it.

“You may think you’re being kind by showing him mercy, Mel,” he said. “But Terry should be at the least reprimanded for what he’s done. I know it’s hard, but you’re brave enough to -”

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.

“Dick, stop it!” she cried, looking desperately at him. “I’m not brave or strong or kind or anything else! I’m scared, alright?! I didn’t report Terry because I’m terrified that he will find me again! And how much worse would it be if he had nothing to lose?! It isn’t mercy, it’s fear!”

She lowered her eyes to the floor and tried to draw in a breath. It was shallow and shaky, catching on the lump in her throat. He couldn’t stand that he was not holding her. So he got to his feet, crossed to the other side of his desk, stood before her, and held out his hand. She looked at it, then up at his face, before placing her fingers in his palm. He helped her to stand. Then, he gathered her up in his arms. Her forehead found a resting place on his chest, and she nuzzled into him. They fit together like puzzle pieces.

“I’m sorry, Melanie,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m so sorry.” When she only nodded, he continued. “You’re safe now.”

“Yes,” she said softly into his chest. “Yes, I know.”

He made a silent promise to himself and her. From here on out, he would be her personal shield. No one deserved what she had endured, but she especially didn’t. This woman, who was all heart and grace and goodness. He would protect her with everything he had.

#band of brothers #dick winters #melanie jo davis #richard winters #dick winters x ofc #band of brothers fanfiction #richard winters x ofc #hbo war #Easy Company #dick winters fic #dear heart series

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lunerbean · 4 years ago

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The Signs as... things I wish I could say to them.

Aries: I'm happy to see that you're experiencing some great personal growth and spiritual development right now. You're still using people though. You're still seeking out others to help carry the burden of your emotional baggage. I believe in your own strength. I believe you're able to build a healthy enough relationship with yourself and with your past to stop needing others to shoulder your burdens for you. I would still like to give you that tattoo we talked about 6 years ago.

Taurus: I love you very much, you're kind and you're trying your best. But you're also stuck in this rut of anxiety and fear and you're finding any excuse to blame someone/something else. You want to avoid the truth. You don't like to admit that you're scared. Well, you do, technically, but you never admit what you're truly scared of. You'll make jokes or you'll make excuses or you'll get angry. But you won't admit the darker truth behind all of that. At least, not out loud. Also, your socks are not where they should be. No, silly, not those ones. The other ones. The ones you've forgotten about... or have you?

Gemini: You have more value and worth than you're giving yourself credit for. Your self esteem is shit, I can see that from a mile away. But you're so very worthy of all the good in your life. You deserve to love yourself unconditionally. You deserve to advocate for yourself. It's okay to tell people to treat you the way you want to be treated. Thanks for the butter lettuce that one time. That was dope.

Cancer: Holy fuck I'm really hurt by my cancer-ex right now, so I shouldn't even do this one. He was such a piece of shit. He literally lied to everyone about- okay, okay, I'll stop. I'll focus on other cancer energies around me and snip the connection with Evil Ex. *deep breath* okay, Cancers who haven't stolen $1,500 from me & cut my mattress in half: You're doing fine. You're doing great. You've been working towards some huge things in your life right now and I'm so proud of you. You may not feel like you're getting as far as those around you, but you're not even competing in the same race. Your journey is entirely your own. You're going at the perfect pace to complete it, because it's your pace.

Leo: People cannot and will not fall madly in love with you after the first moment they meet you. I promise you, this is not a Disney movie. You are holding these expectations of popularity and love from all high above the water while you're drowning in it. Focus on yourself. Focus on your mental health and your journey to self-acceptance. There's no clock that controls love. You have time. Stop tossing aside your boundaries just because someone makes you feel special. Your support system is filled with love for you. But one of them is kinda hungry right now. She could really use a vegan milkshake omg that sounds delicious right now please please please.

Virgo: Who the fuck is even a virgo? I don't know a single virgo, stop lying. No one has ever been born between... what even is it, again? August 23rd?? To September 22nd??? Yeah fucking right. As if those dates even exist. Ridicul- oh fuck Jenna Marbles is a virgo. Okay. But that's the only one. Everyone else was lied to about their birthday. August only has 22 days and September doesnt even start until the 23rd.

Libra: Your past can only define you for so long. You can only blame your childhood and your upbringing in so many situations until you need to take a step back and realize you're in control of yourself. It's your responsibility to unlearn toxic thing you've grown up around. It's your responsibility to fight past ugly narratives that your family has spun about the world. It's a lot bigger than your home town, I can promise you that much. You're capable of change. But it is YOUR responsibility to make that happen. Did you know Tom Selleck is a Libra? Well if you said yes, you're being silly. That wasn't true at all. I don't even know Tom's birthday.

Scorpio: You have been in some toxic relationships. I am so sorry for the things that your ex(es) have put you through. I'm sorry for the way it still effects you so strongly. But not wanting partners to "control you" does not mean they're not allowed to have boundaries. There is a difference between control and self-preservation. They are entitled to having boundaries in a relationship. Wash your face masks more often, okay bud?

Sagittarius: Hey, you're very special to me. I love and care about you very much. You have an unhealthy need for control of a situation. You're also pretty bad with your money. But that's not my business. By the way, how's that injury doing? The one you got a little bit ago? Oof. That was rough. I hope you're recovering well. I think it should be okay.

Capricorn: Oof. Lmao.

Capricorn 2: hahaha that last one was just a joke. I thought you wouldn't find it funny at all and that's exactly why I did it. Anyways, I meant it. I wondered for awhile why you kept avoiding people. Why you kept hiding away and pretending to just be ~busy~ but I understand now. They told me everything. Part of me wishes that I didn't know. Another part wishes I had known sooner. It doesn't matter. You won't talk about it either way.

Aquarius: Your emotional burdens could never be written by hollywood. People would tell your story, perfectly in every detail, and the audience would scowl. "Unrealistic" they would say. "It made no sense!" The crowd would shout. "That was entirely impossible." That one man in the front row would claim. They'd all be wrong. You've really been through the works, haven't you. I just looked up Tom Sellek's birthday. Did you know he is an Aquarius? Don't tell Libra. I want it to be a surprise :)

Pisces: I think it's time you talked with the people closest to you. You've been an emotional support person for too long. You're freying at the ends. You may think you're good at setting boundaries, but like... honestly? You're pretty shit at it. Look at your family. Right?? Now look at your friends. Not as bad, sure, but still. Goddamn. You deserve better than this. Also, please don't forget to pick up that thing from the store. Ugh. Fuck. What was it? I have it written down somewhere, I swear! Dammit. Candles? Right but there was something else too.... ugh. Hopefully it'll come to you later, idk good luck.

#did i name another one this same thing?#description of zodiac signs #zodiology #cancer zodiac #zodiak #zodiac sign #pisces #libra #virgo #gemini #aquarius #leo #capricorn #scorpio #sagittarius #taurus #aries

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spine-buster · 4 years ago

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 31

A/N: Bubble chapters incoming.....!

July 18th, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was getting frappucinos with Kasha.

She was happy she and Kasha were on the same page – that they would get tacos for a late dinner and bring them back to their place to eat. Neither were comfortable with dining in restaurants, even though it was allowed. It just wasn’t something they wanted to do just yet. So they’d take the tacos back to their apartment, sit on their balcony, and have a romantic date night with the frappucinos and – if Aberdeen was being honest – a bottle of rosé between them.

Kasha had to run to an ATM, so Aberdeen was left waiting for the tacos herself. It was a Saturday night, so the streets were somewhat busy – not as busy as they would have been during normal times, but busy enough that it made Aberdeen uncomfortable. What was everybody doing out? Where were they going? Who were they meeting up with? Why weren’t they staying at home? It was all very weird to her. Last summer she wouldn’t have even batted an eye; now, she was hyperaware of the people around her, hyperaware of standing six feet away from the other people ordering tacos, either in line or at the restaurant, and was clutching on to the strap of her bag so her hands didn’t fidget with her mask or touch anything else around her. She was getting tested every day at work, and thankfully she was lucky to have them always come back negative. She was being extra cautious. She didn’t want to—

“Aberdeeeeeen? Is that you?!” a voice suddenly called out from down the sidewalk.

Aberdeen looked to her right to see Saylor walking down the sidewalk with a posse of girls equally as glamourous as she was. Aberdeen looked down at her outfit and gulped. Leave it to Saylor to show up when she was waiting for a boatload of food and in clothes she just threw on to appear presentable in public. “Hey Saylor,” Aberdeen half-waved. More than anything, she was surprised to see Saylor in the city – from what she’d seen on Instagram, Saylor had gone back to Lake Forest during quarantine. Kasperi had joined her.

“You’re wearing a mask outside? I thought you didn’t have to here.”

“I was just inside,” Aberdeen pointed with her thumb to the restaurant. Not that she had to justify wearing a mask anywhere. The world was still in the midst of a fucking pandemic. “Just waiting for my food…and my friend.”

“These are my friends – Gina, Amanda, Jen, and Sadie,” she pointed to each girl. Aberdeen gave them all a quick nod. They couldn’t seem less interested in her. “Girls, Aberdeen works for the Leafs with Kasperi.”

Suddenly, all of their eyes shot forward. “Really?” the one identified as Jen asked. “What do you do?”

“I—I’m Brendan Shanahan’s personal assistant,” she revealed reluctantly. She didn’t want to tell these girls anything, let alone her job.

“Kasperi told me you’re going into the bubble next week,” Saylor said before the conversation could go any further.

“I am,” she nodded, hesitating to even confirm the news to Saylor. After their last altercation in Los Angeles, Aberdeen was fine with never seeing her again. She was almost positive Saylor felt the same way, but apparently not.

“He said you’re going to be the only girl in there.”

Saylor was right. Aberdeen would be the only woman in the bubble for the Leafs. She was sure – well, she fucking hoped – that other women from other team staff would be at the hotel too. It would make the experience a lot less fucking awkward, that was for sure. “Yeah, that’s true.”

Saylor’s friend Gina snorted. “We all know what you’ll be used for.”

Aberdeen’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. Now she knew why Saylor didn’t just ignore her and walk by her on the street. She wanted other people to do her dirty work for her. She wanted to re-live what happened in Los Angeles, except this time, it would be five against one.

“Not yet,” Saylor smiled wryly. “Not until she gets her nose job.”

The other girls laughed. Aberdeen narrowed her eyes at Saylor. “I fucking love my big nose, alright?”

“I’m sure you do. That’s very homely of you,” Saylor rolled her eyes. “And I’m warning you now, you better stay away from Kasperi in that bubble.”

Aberdeen snorted out loud. Actually snorted. “Oh my God, is that was this is about?” she asked indignantly. “You’re…Saylor, you’re joking right?”

Saylor didn’t look too pleased that Aberdeen was laughing at her. “Stay away from my boyfriend.”

“I wouldn’t touch your boyfriend with a ten-foot pole. I wouldn’t even touch him wearing a hazmat suit.”

Saylor took a step forward, trying to intimidate her. Aberdeen was laughing too much to care. The whole thing got so ridiculous so quickly that the only thing she could do was laugh. Saylor was completely out to lunch. “It’s so obvious that you’re so jealous of me,” she said.

“Saylor, I don’t even think about you at all.”

“We ready to go? I got our tacos,” Kasha’s voice suddenly interrupted the confrontation. Aberdeen looked behind her to see Kasha holding the bag up slightly, eyeing the situation. Aberdeen wondered how much of the conversation she’d heard. “Who’s this, Aberdeen?”

Aberdeen took a slight step back. “This is Saylor. Kasperi’s girlfriend.”

Kasha nodded once. “Have fun,” she said to the group of girls before linking her free arm around Aberdeen’s. As they took their first step forward, Kasha looked at Aberdeen. “Kasperi? Is that the one that DM’ed me?” she asked. Loudly.

Aberdeen didn’t turn around to see Saylor’s reaction. She didn’t need to. She knew she would have never seen someone turn so red so quickly in her entire life. And as they walked down the street, the wry smile on Kasha’s face grew. “Was that okay?” Kasha asked.

“You’re brilliant,” Aberdeen said. Maybe it wasn’t the nicest thing to do – okay, it definitely wasn’t the nicest thing to do – but God did it feel good. Kappy had never DM’ed Kasha before in her life. Aberdeen wasn’t even sure Kappy knew who Kasha was even though he met her at the Halloween party. “I might get a phone call later, but it was brilliant.”

“If you get a phone call, I’ll let them know that she said you weren’t hot enough without a nose job,” Kasha said.

“So you heard that?”

“That’s when I came in. The guy was calling your name and so I grabbed the food and lingered.”

Aberdeen smiled. “I love you, bitch.”

“Love you too, bitch.”

***

Message from: Kasperi Kapanen

I heard u ran into Saylor tonite?

Yes

Why did Kasha say I slid into her DMs?

Must have had to do with the fact that Saylor told me I wasn’t pretty enough for any of you to fuck in the bubble unless I got a nose job.

***

minskatt what did saylor say to u tn?

Nothing important because you love my nose and that’s all that matters

can i call u

No I’m with Kasha

minskatt please

It’s fine Willy I don’t care She’s dumb She thinks I’m jealous of her And she told me to stay away from Kappy in the bubble She thinks I want to sleep with him I mean 🤣

omg

Please don’t worry about it I’ll see you tomorrow

i love u

I love you too I want you to cum down my throat tomorrow Okay?

🥴🥴🥴

***

July 25th, 2020

Aberdeen and William promised each other they would take it slow because they wanted to make the moment last as long as possible.

They were both fully packed. Aberdeen’s suitcase was packed back in her bedroom. A two-month supply of food and cat litter was bought for Minerva so that Kasha wouldn’t have to go get any, just in case the Leafs went all the way (which meant, at the end of August, she’d be getting on a plane to Edmonton, too). She had organized outfits – work and casual. She made sure to bring entertainment. The Louis Vuitton duffel bag they all got her for her birthday definitely came in handy. William had packed some clothes and shoes. Made sure to pack the basic necessities. He’d texted guys on the team to see what they were bringing in so he didn’t forget anything. He wasn’t the best packer.

Now, all that was left was to spend time together before they couldn’t anymore.

William didn’t want to go straight into sex. There was no point. The sex was great but what he wanted, more than anything, was intimacy – to be able to hold Aberdeen and feel her body pressed up against his; to be able to take in her scent as he always did and be calmed by it as he always was; to be able to bury his face in the crook of her neck and graze his lips along her skin there so delicately it made her shiver; to whisper ‘I love you’ over and over again to her while “Quitting You” by the Arkells played on a constantly loop quietly in the background of their time together. This is what he would miss. Florida was different – they were a country away from each other, and it was hard. But to have her working with them, in the same bubble, while everyone was around, on the same floor, and not be able to get her alone, go to her hotel room, even hold her hand? It would be torture.

He laid his head on her chest, hearing and feeling her heart beat as she ran her fingers through his hair. His arms were wrapped tightly around her and buried underneath her – he was sure the circulation would cut off soon but he didn’t care. He closed his eyes, and pictured them holding hands. Openly. Aberdeen was smiling. He pulled her into him and kissed her. They were in the team locker room.

“What are you thinking about?” Aberdeen’s soft voice broke the silence.

“You,” he said simply. “Us.”

“What about us?” she asked.

“Holding your hand,” he said. “Kissing you in the locker room.”

When he shifted his head to look up at her, she was smiling. “Do you hate me because we can’t?”

He shook his head. “I could never hate you, minskatt. You know that.”

“It’ll happen soon. I promise,” she said. “You won’t have to do anymore waiting.”

“Shhhh…” he cooed, moving up and nuzzling his nose against her jawline. “I’m not waiting for anything when you’re here with me, am I?” he asked, placing the lightest of kisses on her jawline.

Aberdeen sighed happily. “When I write my first book, I’m dedicating it to you. It’s gonna say ‘For William, for waiting’,” she said with a slight chuckle.

He chuckled too. “I look forward to it. Your second book can be dedicated to Siena or Cam or your parents.”

“Second book? I’m writing a second book, am I?” she smiled.

“Mhm,” he nodded her. “You’re gonna write a bunch of books, minskatt. And they’re all gonna be amazing, and you’ll be all literary or whatever, and everybody’s gonna buy your books.”

Her heart was growing a thousand sizes. “You think so?”

“I know so. You’re gonna be a famous writer, minskatt. I’ll just be in the background.”

She curled around and shifted her body into his. Their lips came together tenderly as they began kissing each other, Aberdeen slipping her tongue into William’s mouth easily. His hands wandered down her body to cup her ass before he helped her hook her leg over his torso. They lay kissing for a while until their lips were red and swollen and their breathless gasps the only sound they could hear in the room. When William pulled away quickly to take a breath, Aberdeen shifted to lay on her back. “Willy?” she asked, her voice breathless.

“Minskatt?”

“Make love to me, Willy. One last time before the bubble.”

He picked her up and brought her to his bedroom, setting her down on the bed gently before crawling over her body and continuing their kissing. With some trusty hands, William’s hoodie was off, then Aberdeen’s top, then Aberdeen’s pants, then William’s pants. He kissed down her body, but she pulled him back up. “Willy—”

“Minskatt—”

“I just need to feel you inside me, Willy. Please.”

Somewhat reluctantly, he kissed his way back up her body, paying attention to her breasts for a while before he put on a condom and she wrapped her legs around him and he entered her slowly. Everything was so slow and gentle and intimate, and he’d buried his face into the crook of her neck again to kiss the skin there. When he came back up and looked at her, it was very clear to him that there were tears welling in her eyes. His mind immediately went into overdrive and his body seized up. “Aberdeen? Aberdeen why are you crying?”

“I’m not – no – no no no, it’s not you, it’s not you,” she let out quickly, cupping his face in her hands. His entire body had stopped moving as he hovered over here. She felt a few tears escape down the sides of her eyes, powerless to stop them. “It’s just me. It’s me.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I just love you so much,” she said, her voice cracking slightly. “You believe in me, Willy.”

“Of course I believe in you. I’ll always believe in you. Where is this coming from?”

“It was Florida. Sixty-one days away from you,” she explained. “Now in the bubble we’re going to be together but we can’t be together, and I want you to know how much I love you. You know that, right?”

“I do,” he nodded.

“Whatever happens in the bubble, I believe in you and I’ll always believe in you like you believe in me,” she said.

William’s heart panged at her statement. He craned his head to continue to kiss her, and she could feel tears – not her own – on her cheeks as well. His slow and steady movements, passionate and thorough and pleasurable all at once, reminded her of that love they just spoke of. They made love with everything they had in them. And when they climaxed, and William collapsed on top of Aberdeen’s body, she held him close to her, unwilling to let him go.

He shifted slightly to move out of her, but she tightened her legs around him. “No,” she pleaded. “Stay. I want to feel you inside me for as long as possible.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please Willy,” she almost begged, although she knew she wouldn’t have to. “Stay. Let’s just stay like this.”

***

July 26th, 2020

Aberdeen’s family had made it to the staff send-off before they went into the bubble. Camden and Siena came along too. Camden made her a card and gave her a crossword puzzles book he’d bought her at Indigo. When Siena hugged her, she said “Make good choices!” jokingly. Their parents would always say it to them before they got out of the car when they were driven to parties or the like.

If Siena only knew.

Once her family left, Aberdeen had the fantastic tasks of preparing the buses and organizing significant others to be far enough away from each other so everyone was still social distancing. Everybody’s significant other was there, save for the single guys like Auston and (to everyone else) William. As she stood off to the side, she couldn’t help but watch.

Bee McTavish was crying. She wasn’t wailing loudly or anything like that, but Aberdeen could see her glistening cheeks from her tears as Morgan couldn’t stop kissing her and she couldn’t stop wiping her eyes. He looked pretty torn up about leaving her, too. She knew all the guys would be. They were excited to play hockey again but they weren’t too sold on the concept of the bubble. Everyone was going to hate being away from their families – Bee and Morgan were no exception. “Call me whenever you want to,” Aberdeen overheard her tell him. “And if a single thing starts to hurt you please don’t play. You need to be healthy, Morgan.”

Frederik Andersen and Aleida Casillas couldn’t stop kissing, either. Aleida was getting emotional, although Aberdeen knew that Aleida didn’t want to show it. Fred’s new wedding ring glistened in the light. Aberdeen could only imagine what it was like to leave your wife on your one-month anniversary.

Jace was giggling at his dad’s kisses. John had spent the last five minutes holding and kissing his baby boy, with Aryne smiling and cuddling them too. Aberdeen could see Aryne’s small bump peeking out through her t-shirt and realized John was going into the bubble while his wife was pregnant and having to take care of a one-year-old. Her heart ached. She saw the smile on John’s face as he cooed at his son and Jace kept repeating “Dada” over and over again and she could feel a rush of emotion flood her face.

When she saw that Jason had his four girls in a giant bear hug, Aberdeen had to hold in a giant sob. He was crouching down at their level, kissing them all multiple times and whispering things to them as Jen looked on, looking like she was on the verge of tears herself. Jason wouldn’t let them go – couldn’t let them go. Aberdeen had to look away so she didn’t start crying right then and there. It was too much for her to think about.

“You okay, Aberdeen?” Auston’s voice interrupted her thoughts, and she whipped her head towards him.

“I’m fine,” she said, trying not to think about the scenes she just saw. “Do you need me to pack your bag in the bus?” she asked.

“I’m not gonna make you pack my bag, Aberdeen,” he said like it was the most absurd thing in the world.

Aberdeen looked at Auston, but could only see right past him. Behind him, she could see Kappy and Saylor saying their goodbyes. Saylor was hugging Kappy but giving Aberdeen a death stare. Aberdeen focused her attention back on Auston. “How much does Saylor hate me?” she asked.

Auston shrugged. “Wouldn’t know. I don’t talk to her anymore. But from what I hear, a lot.”

“Good to know. What have you heard? Because she thinks I want to sleep with Kappy.”

Auston smiled. “Something like that.” Aberdeen rolled her eyes playfully, smiling back at Auston. “For what it’s worth, she thinks everybody wants to sleep with Kappy,” Auston said. “You know, because he’s just so good looking.”

“You ready for the bubble?” Saylor’s voice suddenly surprised them from behind Auston. Because of their conversation, they hadn’t seen her approach. Auston jumped slightly. He noticed that Saylor was staring directly at Aberdeen.

“As ready as we can be, I think,” Aberdeen said.

“Just remember what I told you!” Saylor said in a playful tone. “Stay six feet away from my boyfriend!”

“Just for you, Saylor, I’ll make it ten,” Aberdeen winked. “I’ll put a pole between us if that’d what you prefer.”

***

There were cameras everywhere covering their arrival. Naturally, of course, since they were the Toronto Maple Leafs. Aberdeen only hoped that she wasn’t caught in any of the photos. She’d already had enough of a time with her identity and stalkers showing up outside her apartment. She didn’t need people to be lingering outside of the bubble gates for her as well.

They checked in. Everything was eerie. They could only go up the elevators two at a time with their suitcases after they got their welcome packages and key cards. Aberdeen was situated at the first room to the right side of the elevators. The equipment staff, trainers, doctor, and coaches were in the wing as well. Kyle and Brendan had their rooms opposite each other at the very end of the hallway. The social media person was across from her. A few more of the equipment guys were on “her” side of the hallway. To the left of the elevators were the team rooms. William was the second room in, in the middle between Auston and Mitch. Jason was in the middle of the hallway. She knew these things because – as the executive assistant to perhaps the most important executive there – she got a copy of the room allocations and floorplan.

When she walked into her room, it was set up like any normal, swanky hotel room. There was a queen-sized bed and a big, beautiful window that looked directly out onto the CN Tower. The bathroom was big and immaculate. Things were practically shining. She hauled her suitcase onto the bed before going to the window to push the curtains open. If she was going to have a view of the city, she was going to milk it for all it was worth.

When she walked back to her bed, something on the nightstand caught her eye, and she walked over to it. Once she realized what they were, her breath hitched in her throat. She didn’t know who was responsible for this. But it made her so emotional. There were three frames with pictures in them, each more sentimental than the last. In the first frame, there was a mashup of two pictures: one of she and Siena when Siena attended the game in Ottawa, and one of she and Camden when Camden visited right before lockdown. The second picture was the group shot of the outdoor practice, where she was freezing her butt off but having the time of her life. The third, and perhaps the one that hit her the most, was a picture from the Night With the Blue and White. In it, she was posing for a picture with Brendan, Jason, and William, with a champagne flute in her hand. Her smile took up half her face.

She let out a sob.

It wasn’t that she looked so happy. It wasn’t that she could still remember the way William smelled that night. It wasn’t how less than ten hours after the picture was taken, she and William had sex and admitted they wanted to be in a secret relationship. It wasn’t that they had followed through with that promise now for months. It was that the picture depicted normalcy. Her job. Brendan. Jason. William. It depicted life before masks, before social distancing, before hand sanitizer being more readily available than water, before lining up outside of grocery stores. It depicted a life that seemed so far in the past. Giant gathering. Group photos. Seeing someone teeth when they smiled. Putting your arms around another person for a hug.

Now, she found herself alone in a hotel room, within an artificially created bubble, for a hockey team, with no physical contact with the outside world. Nothing about this was normal. Nothing.

***

William decided to call Aberdeen. Everybody was holed up in their rooms unpacking everything they bought, and the hotel was eerily quiet for so many people staying in it. He figured it was because the hotel was old, and its walls were solid – none of this new construction, shitty craftsmanship. These building was built by fucking donkeys, as evidence by the photographs in the lobby. Donkeys and stone; so these walls were thick. Some of the boys had checked up on him to make sure his PlayStation set up had gone smoothly. It did. But William could care less.

“Hello?” Aberdeen answered her phone.

He could immediately tell she’d been crying. “What’s wrong, minskatt?”

“These damn pictures they put up in my room,” she admitted immediately – no need to beat around the bush. “They framed the one we took with Jason and Brendan during the Night With the Blue and White.”

William understood completely how and why that would affect her. “Yeah, I get it. They put a bunch of pictures of my family. Well, my parents and my sisters.”

“No Alex?”

“He’s too ugly to be in a picture,” William deadpanned. He heard Aberdeen snort slightly on the other end. He found solace in the fact that he was able to make her laugh. “The pictures really got to you, huh?”

“It wasn’t just that,” she said. “Just seeing all the families say goodbye to each other. I watched John say goodbye to Jace and it made me emotional, but then I saw Jason saying goodbye to his girls and I absolutely lost it,” she revealed. “I kept it together for the bus ride but the second I got in here and saw these pictures, it was, like, a tidal wave.”

“How can I make it better?” William asked. He knew this would be hard on her – being in the bubble – and although he cautioned against it, Aberdeen made her own decision at the end of the day, and he respected that. It didn’t mean the bubble experience would be any better for her, but at least she made the decision herself and she came into it knowing what she was getting herself into. Aberdeen wasn’t a stupid girl. Far from it.

“You wanna just stay on the phone with me? So I can hear your voice?” she asked timidly.

“Of course,” he answered, equally as softly. She could practically see and feel his smile through the phone. “Want to practice your Swedish with me, minskatt?”

***

July 27th, 2020

“A girl?!”

Aberdeen’s ears turned red as she heard the gasp from behind her near the conference room where the Leafs were designated to eat all their meals. She was apparently a novelty. Because they had to stay holed up in their hotel rooms for most of the day, unless it was a pre-planned excursion or meal, she hadn’t seen any other women. It was awful. And now this.

She looked behind her as discreetly as she could. She saw two men – boys – wearing New York Islanders t-shirts staring at her. She recognized them immediately as Mat Barzal and Anthony Beauvillier. She glared at them.

“Is she here delivering the food?”

“She has a badge, you idiot.”

“You’re telling me she works for the team and they brought her into the bubble?”

She wanted to scream at them. But she didn’t have to. Kyle Dubas appeared out of nowhere right beside her, clutching a coffee and a banana. “Miss Bloom,” he greeted her formally, and loud enough so Mat and Anthony could hear. “Shanahan is going to need those CORSI stats for Matthews and Tavares after we eat.” He glanced at them quickly. “Boys,” he nodded a greeting.

They scurried away.

Aberdeen looked at Kyle. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Does Shanny really need those CORSI stats?” she asked.

“No,” Kyle shook his head. “I said that so they wouldn’t fuck with you.”

***

July 28th, 2020

Aberdeen was waiting for the exhibition game to start. Yet again, she was experiencing her second exhibition game for a hockey team she never thought she would work for, let alone for this long. She was in their usual box with Kyle and Brendan, but it felt different. No fans. No other personnel. The only other people around were the extra players sitting in the seats below them. The media was around somewhere, but nowhere near her. The boys were warming up on the ice.

“You okay?” Brendan asked as he looked at her.

Aberdeen nodded. “Are you?”

“As okay as I can be,” he shrugged. “I don’t get nervous about exhibition games.”

“Did you think I’d be here long enough for two sets of exhibition games?” Aberdeen asked, wiggling her eyebrows slightly.

He huffed, giving her a joking look. She began giggling. “To be honest…no.”

“Yeah, me neither. Don’t worry.”

***

Thirty-three seconds into the first period, Ilya Mikheyev scored off a pass from John Tavares that Aberdeen had seen one hundred times in training camp. She smiled wide.

Hockey was back.

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clumsyclifford · 4 years ago

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For the 100 ways to say I love you could you do #1 for muke???

yes!!! omg the same prompt for different pairings, a writing challengé.......i hope this is satisfactory <3 some ambiguous road trip boys

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Michael wakes up in the passenger seat. The sky is barely beginning to get light through the window; he must have been asleep a couple hours, because it’d been pitch-black before he’d dozed off.

Also, Ashton had been driving. Now Michael can see Luke in his periphery as he attempts to blink himself awake.

“Fuck, sorry,” he mumbles, sleep weighing down his voice. Not to mention his body. All his limbs feel heavy and tired. The nap had been good, though. Once he shakes off the sleep he’ll be nice and refreshed.

Unlike Luke, who, at a glance, is practically sagging over the steering wheel. It’s a miracle they haven’t been run off the road.

“No problem,” Luke says, which is clearly a lie.

“Jesus, when’s the last time you slept?” Michael’s eyes widen in alarm. “How long was I out?”

Luke shushes him, nodding his head towards the backseat, where Calum and Ashton are also fast asleep, curled up together. Adorably, although Michael will die before he admits that.

“I don’t know, four hours? Five?” Luke shrugs one shoulder. “You didn’t wake up when we stopped to switch drivers.”

“But you didn’t fucking sleep, Luke,” Michael says. “Have you slept in the last twenty-four hours?”

Luke presses his lips together. “I’m fine.”

“Oh my God, pull over,” Michael says. “Let me drive a while, I’m nice and awake, please. I’m begging you.”

“Okay, yes, fine! I never said you couldn’t.”

“You should have woken me,” Michael grumbles. “What is wrong with you? Do you want us to die?”

“Hey,” Luke says, hurt. “I was being a nice boyfriend. You were clearly tired.”

“You are clearly tired now,” Michael says, rolling his eyes. “And studies show I am much better behind the wheel when I’m tired than you are.”

“That’s not studies, that’s your personal opinion.”

“It’s not opinion, it’s a fact based on empirical evidence.”

“You know, Calum’s been asleep a while,” Luke says reasonably. “We could wake him. He hasn’t driven in a while.”

“No. I’m driving.”

“Because you don’t want to wake him, right?” Luke doesn’t look at Michael, but a small half-smirk pulls at his lips. “Because you care about him and want him to be well-rested?”

Michael hates him. Honestly.

“Fuck you,” he says. “That’s different.”

“It’s exactly the same.”

“It’s my turn to drive. Calum drove before Ashton.”

“I’m just saying—”

“Pull over, I swear to God.”

“I’m waiting for a rest stop! Would you relax?”

Michael huffs, rubbing at his eyes. They’re on the verge of a sunrise, and while Michael isn’t looking forward to driving straight into the sun, he has to admit he’s excited to see it. He’d slept through the last sunrise. The people in this car seem to be inordinately averse to waking Michael up for any reason. He can’t imagine why.

(Okay, he knows why. Michael will confess he’s not always in the nicest mood when he’s been abruptly jolted awake. Luke exclusively calls him “Grumps” in the morning. It’s a bit of a thing. But still. If it’s between being woken up and dying in a crash because Luke had been too tired to see the truck or whatever, Michael will go with the former.)

It’s another fifteen minutes before they see a rest stop. Michael keeps up a low stream of chatter the whole way. Luke has a look on his face like he knows what Michael is doing, but he indulges Michael’s attempts at conversation anyway.

This is how Michael knows Luke loves him. Michael’s being annoying, and Luke is smiling. Smiling. Even Calum reaches a limit at a certain point, but Luke keeps smiling until he steers them to the rest stop and pulls into a parking space.

They meet in front of the car, and before Luke can step past him Michael grabs his hand and pulls him close, pressing a kiss to his lips. It’s been too many hours since he’s kissed Luke, so he thinks they’re due.

Also he just likes kissing Luke. Which he’s pretty sure is a good enough reason. Boyfriend privilege and all that.

Luke is smiling into the kiss, and when he pulls away it only grows. “God, why are you so happy?” Michael pokes his cheek. “You must be exhausted.”

“I’ve been sitting in silence for four hours,” Luke says. “I missed talking to you.”

“I was next to you. You could have woken me up.”

“I knew you’d bully me into letting you drive. Figured I would let you get as much rest as possible before that happened.”

Michael cracks a smile. “You’re stupid.”

“You’re cute,” Luke returns, kissing him again.

“Hey, why’d we stop?”

Michael and Luke break apart and turn simultaneously to see Ashton stepping out of the car and gently shutting the door behind him. “If you tell me we stopped just so you two could make out a bit, I will—”

“We’re switching drivers,” Michael says. “Seriously? You think we’d stop just to make out?”

“Well, to be fair,” Luke says.

Michael rolls his eyes, even though they totally would. “Luke is going to sleep.”

“Oh, but if you’re awake then you can trade me,” Luke says to Ashton. “I don’t want to sit in the passenger seat just to fall asleep. You can entertain Mike.”

“I’m not a four-year-old,” Michael grumbles.

“Aren’t you?” Ashton says, smirking. Michael flips him off. “Sure, I’ll swap you.”

“Is Calum still asleep?”

Ashton nods, casting a look inside the car, an expression of immeasurable fondness on his face. Honestly, the two of them are ridiculous. “Don’t ask me how. I’ve never seen anyone sleep this long in a car. Through two stops.”

“He drove for a long time,” Luke says.

Ashton draws his brows together. “I hope he’s feeling okay,” he mutters. “I wonder if something’s wrong.”

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Michael says. “Calum’s got the weirdest sleep habits of anyone I’ve ever met.”

“Not weirder than yours,” Luke says, squeezing Michael’s waist. “Mr. Nocturnal.”

“At least I’m consistently nocturnal,” Michael retorts. “Can we go?”

Luke kisses Michael’s temple. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

“Tradesies,” Ashton sings, traipsing over to Michael and throwing his arm around Michael’s shoulder. “Hell yeah, Mike and Ash in the front seat once again. Unstoppable team.”

“If you’re going to be like this, I will wake Calum up.”

“We’re gonna have so much fun,” Ashton says, grinning exaggeratedly. “Me and you, Mikey-poo! Front seat boys!”

“Oh my God,” Michael groans, trying not to smile. “How you can be this cheerful after waking up is a mystery I will never solve.”

“The world is a magical and mysterious place and I am but one of the many enigmas that lives within it,” Ashton says solemnly. Then he giggles, like even he can’t take himself seriously. “Get in the car, come on. Lotta ground to cover.”

That’s true. Even with how far they’ve gone, they still have a long way to go. Michael takes his place in the driver’s seat and waits for Ashton to buckle his seatbelt.

The ignition is still on, but before Michael drives out he glances into the rearview mirror, reaching up to adjust it (because much as Michael hates to admit it, Luke is in fact taller than him). When he leans forward, he can see Calum in the reflection, still soundly asleep; Luke shifts until Calum’s head is on his shoulder and then leans his own head onto Calum’s mess of curls.

“Mike?” Ashton says. “We going?”

In the rearview mirror, Luke smiles at him, and this time Michael smiles back.

“Yeah,” he says, and shifts into first. “We’re going.”

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our-heroes-rise · 5 years ago

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slip of the tongue

pairing: todoroki x bilingual! reader

request: Hi, I want to request a scenario for Todoroki. It’s about a reader who is actually his gf, but she talks portuguese as maternal language. When she got nervous, she start to panic in Portuguese, and she’s nervous to meet Shoto’s mom. How he will help her( something like that). I hope you like this idea. 🇧🇷🇧🇷✌🏻✌🏻

hero name: @todoroki-vivian

a/n: hi, lovely! omg yes, you can aboslutely have a todoroki request, i adore this boy. and i loved this idea so much! it was so darn cute. as someone of mixed race who grew up with a heavily hispanic family i think it’s always fun to imagine bringing home one of the bnha boys/girls. seeing how they’d react to be introduced to the sort of music, food, and p a r t i e s that i grew up with. i’d be completely useless teaching them any g o o d spanish though cause my mother never taught me when i was a kid :’). i only know a couple of phrases and the bad words lol. i don’t touch on any of that here because i’m not too familiar with portuguese culture and i don’t want to offend anyone by getting something wrong because i am uneducated on the subjectttt. there’s only like two words of real portuguese in here and they are from google translate because i wasn’t sure what the difference was between the spanish pronunciation and the portuguese pronunciation. OKAY after that whole thing i hope you enjoy this little scenario, i had a lot of fun writing it and it was super duper cute. thanks for requesting baby hero!

word count: 1,717

warnings: none! this is all fluff :)

Your knee bounced with the subtle rocking of the train cart, heel occasionally tapping against the floor when the wheels ran over a bump in the tracks. No matter how hard you tried, no amount of slow deep breaths or mental reminders that everything would be fine, it would go well, would calm the ever growing bundle of nerves buzzing within the pit of your stomach. It crawled beneath your skin, flinching at the tips of your fingers which picked at the worn plastic seal of your seat, pinched at your bottom lip.

You watched the blur of winter barren trees whirl past the window, not really watching at all, thinking of every way not to mess up this very important day. This very, very important day on which absolutely nothing could go wrong because this was - it was his -

A comforting warmth pressed into your shoulder, calloused fingers wiggling their way through the gaps between yours, bringing a halt to your incessant fidgeting. Striking blue and grey find your gaze, softened by the unspoken question of concern knotting his brows.

What’s wrong?

“I’m just - It’s dumb, really,” you laugh softly, able to recognize how terribly ridiculous you would sound now that the words sit at the front of your mind. “I’m just overthinking things. I’m okay.” For extra reassurance, you give his hand a small squeeze, offering a smile.

Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to buy it.

“You’re not okay if something’s worrying you,” Todoroki says, head dipping to catch your eyes as you try to look away to hide your apprehension. “It might help if you talk about it.”

Bottom lip caught between your teeth once again, a soft sigh blows through nose, and you lean further into his shoulder, grateful for the gentle heat that bleeds through your jacket sleeve, soothing your nerves. You drop your attention to the spot where your fingers are now intertwined sitting atop his thigh, his thumb tracing over the ridges of your knuckles, saying he’s content to wait for as long as you need.

Well, at least until the arrival of your last stop where you would inevitably have to step off the train and face the anxiety tearing through your head.

It’ll be fine, stop worrying so much. It’ll be fine, it will be fine, it will be -

“What if she doesn’t like me?” You blurt suddenly, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as the eyes of a few curious strangers flicker over to you. Your face sinks further into the protective cocoon of your scarf.

His thumb pauses briefly before picking up its mindless pattern again. “What do you - ?”

“I - I mean, what if I say something wrong and end up sounding really stupid in front of her.” And the dam came crumbling down. “Your mother. The - like - the most important person in your life! I’d end up making a fool of myself in front of the most important person in your life. Then she might think ‘what’s Shoto even see in her? he could do so much better’. Which, you could, by the way. You could do worlds better but you’ve settled for me and sometimes I don’t really get it because - well - I’m me - “

“I don’t see a problem with that. I like you for you and if you are what settling is then I will gladly never settle anywhere else.”

“But what if she - “ your fingers tighten around him at the thought “- what if she doesn’t think I’m good enough for you? What if she thinks we should break up because she thinks I’m rude and annoying and uneducated?”

“Uhm. . . Y/n.”

“What if she thinks I’m a bad influence on you? I don’t want to make her hate me forever, that would be the worst feeling ever because I know she means so much to you.”

“Y/n. . .”

“That would just put so much strain on our relationship and I wouldn’t want you to feel guilty about what happened, ever. You don’t deserve that. You deserve so much better than that, Sho. I just - “

“Meu Amor.”

The name strikes a chord in your throat, catching you breathless, butterflies swooping in to replace the recoiling knot in your stomach. You whip your head around to find the corners of Todoroki’s lips pulling up in a small fond smile, eyes light with amusement. To begin with, Todoroki wasn’t big on pet names, preferring to use your given name, claiming it was sweeter than any silly nickname could be. Though throughout the seven and a half months you two had been together, he had referred to you with the occasional ‘love’ or ‘hon’. However, the number of times he had used that name could be counted on one hand.

Three. It was three times including right now.

He asked you how to say it while you were teaching him random phrases, goofing around in the middle of what was supposed to be a study session, the question being enough to make your face burn. His pronunciation had been rocky the first time, mouth working awkwardly around the words, throwing you into a fit of flustered giggles that had him pouting adorably at you, mumbling not to make fun of him for trying. But, now? Now his near perfect pronunciation left you wondering how many times he had practiced by himself.

Meu Amor was the Portuguese phrase for My Love. His love. His love.

“Y-Yeah?” It’s at that very moment that realize you have slipped out of your usual Japanese tongue, rolling through the tumbling hill syllables of your maternal language. “Oh, s-sorry. I. . . I did the thing again,” you mutter, flipping back to Japanese.

Todoroki huffs a short laugh that makes your heart flutter pleasantly as the sound reverberates through your own chest. “It’s okay, I think I got the gist of what you were saying. It’s cute when you do that, anyway.” He says the last part softly, meant for himself. You press your cheeks further into your scarf, hiding your own shy smile.

Todoroki takes a minute to speak, gazing at the same window you were just a moment ago, lost in thought.

“Y/n,” he finally says. “Meu Amor, -” four times “- frankly, my mother could care less about who you are. I think you could introduce yourself as a high school drop out with a criminal record and her main concern would still be; do we make each other happy? Do you make me happy.”

You allow yourself to absorb the impact of his words.

“And. . . I make you happy?”

He shoots you an incredulous glance, then snorts when he sees you peaking earnestly above the edge of your scarf. “Irrevocably so. Do I make you happy?”

“It’s impossible for me to think about you without smiling.” You give him a bright cheeky grin when his cheeks flare with a noticeable shade of scarlet that crawls all the way up his neck to the tips of his ears.

“Good. Then that’s more than enough.” He squeezes your hand, pulling you closer into his side. “There isn’t a doubt in my mind that she won’t absolutely adore you the same way I do once she meets you. If she doesn’t already, of course.”

The statement piques your curiosity and you arch one brow at him. “What do you mean if she doesn’t already? Have you. . . Told her about me already -- In your letters to her?”

“I thought you already knew that,” Todoroki says, frowning in confusion. “She’s always asking about you and how you’re doing. I was pretty sure I mentioned it before.”

“What the heck? Shoto you’ve never told me that!”

“Oh.”

“So - So then she’s okay with us being together?”

“I think she’s more than okay with it,” he replies, his quiet smile returning. “It’s possible that she’s more excited than I am for you to meet her, which would be saying something.”

“That would have been nice to know before I rambled off the entire Portuguese dictionary to the whole train,” you grumble, rolling your eyes.

“Sorry,” he says, but it sounds like he’s trying to suppress another laugh. And you really can’t stay upset with him for long.

Rough fingertips push gently at the tips of yours to splay your palm out over his, pressing them together. Lightly you run your nails down the long runs of his fingers, memorizing every bump, scratch, and scar, sweeping your forefinger along the wrinkle of his lifeline, then across his heart line. This - the way you were touching him - may not seem like much at all to anyone else, but it was worth worlds to you. It had taken Todoroki months to comfortably hold your hand, even longer while in public, then some to kiss you for the first time. PDA wasn’t what bothered him (not entirely, at least), it was the displays of affection part. Because of the way he grew up, physical affection was a foreign concept, often leaving him lost and a mess of rigid limbs and awkward apologies. But now, he could easily seek your hand in the middle of a crowded train, or wrap his arm around you in the common room, or press a kiss to the top of your head before the start of class. To know that he had made an effort to open himself up to you, allowing you to see this side of him, the side he had only shared with his mother before, made your heart melt and your eyes swim.

Shoto was right, this was more than enough.

A calm voice announces the arrival of your stop and you two stand as passengers begin to climb off the train.

“Still nervous?” Todoroki asks, threading his fingers through yours once more now that you have both stepped into the morning rush, not wanting to lose you amongst the chaos.

Letting him guide you through the thick crowd, you smile softly, raising your conjoined hands to press your lips to the back of his.

This would always be more than enough.

“No, I think I’ll be okay now.”

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