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daddycassie · 7 months

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got 2 for u, no pressure for which one to write :]

lucy gray/reader where she takes reader home one night to formally meet the covey and reader is all shy and nervous because she wants to make a good impression so lg gives her a peptalk (and lots of kisses too <3)

OR tigris/reader where she's showing off some of her latest designs and rambling on and on about fashion but reader doesn't even care cuz she looks so damn cute while doing so, so reader just interrupts her with a nice kiss that leaves tigris flustered and causes her to lose her train of thought

Meeting the family 🖤🌧️🐦‍⬛

Lucy Gray x Gn! reader

You were freaking out. Sitting in your girlfriend’s room and absolutely losing it. You started the day perfectly calm and fine when Lucy Gray had approached you with the biggest smile on her face. You’d smiled back, at least up until she brought it up.

Lucy Gray walks into the room and giggles softly at the way you’re pacing. “Y/n. Calm down, you’re okay. You’ve met ‘em before.” You grab her shoulders and shake her a bit. “Not like this!” You practically wail. Lucy Gray laughs again. “They’re gonna love you darlin’.”

You sigh heavily and lean your head on Lucy Gray’s shoulder while she strokes your back soothingly. “Everythin’s gonna be perfect, ya hear?” You CANT help but crack a small smile. “You really believe that?” She nods firmly. “Yep! They’re gonna love you, and it’s gonna be jus’ right, because you’re wonderful, and beautiful, and amazing.”

You laugh at her words, blushing, and Lucy Gray smiles brighter. “Thank you Lu, having a vote of confidence helps. Means more coming from you.” She hums in response. “You’re gonna do great, we’re gonna do great.” You answer playfully, knowing what she’d say next. “Cause we’re the best?” Lucy Gray cups your face, and you feel like she’s squishing you. “Cause we’re the best!” She squeals her agreement.

You give her a hug, unsure how to show your adoration in any other way. “I’m still nervous though.” Lucy Gray sighs, but her smile doesn’t falter. “I get it, meetin’ your family made me go belly up. I was terrified, but you were there for me and I’m gonna be there for you all the same.” You run a hand through her hair, she was too endearing. “I love you so much.” Lucy Gray leans into your touch. “I love you lots too.”

Turned out — she was right, as usual. Tam Amber was quiet most of the time, but he didn’t seem specifically disapproving and Maude Ivory was perfectly on board since you were a fun babysitter, Clerk Carmine was quick to agree after that. Barb Azure was maybe the hardest to get through to, but if anything she only seemed protective. By the end of the night she gave you two her approval.

You sat out on the porch with Lucy Gray after dinner, she wanted to stargaze, but it was rainy and the darker clouds obscured the sky. Regardless, she didn’t complain, leaning on your shoulder. “I admit, you were right.” Lucy Gray stops mid-hum and gives you a sweet smile. “I know.” You wrap your arm around her comfortingly and you both watch the rain patter on the muddy, dirt roads of district 12.

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The cutie patootie 🎀🩷🌷

Tigris x Gn! reader

As per your usual day, you were spending your lunch break at your girlfriend’s little boutique. You listen on as she rambles about a glittery, yellow dress, which she was holding up to you. Tigris grins as she shows you each little seam and explains even the smallest details. She really did have a passion for her clothes.

Though… despite your staring and nodding along, you had zero idea what the actual heck she was saying. Tigris was just far too cute for her own good, and maybe yours too. You zone in enough to hear her talking about how she applied the glitter while also making it look smooth. You push aside your sandwich.

“Baby, whoever wears that dress is gonna be the luckiest person in Panem. Other than me, I get to date the gorgeous girl who made it.” Tigris blushes, and laughs in embarrassment. She wasn’t used to compliments. You weren’t entirely sure she ever would be. “Thank you dear.” You nod as she puts the dress away, she was just too cute.

“I made this other one for someone specific, she said it’ll be the first time she gets to openly wear a dress.” Tigris grins as she pulls out a pretty, dark green dress. “I told her I was so glad she came to me to get it and asked if she had any suggestions and—“ You kept up your nodding, trying to at least pretend you were comprehending anything she was saying.

You had a feeling Tigris knew you didn’t really understand anything about her work, but she seemed to appreciate you trying to listen regardless. That’s when you noticed your lunch break was just about up. You get up and walk over to your girlfriend and give her a soft kiss. She tenses, freezing for a moment before kissing you back.

You pull back and laugh at how red she is and the way her eyes were squeezed closed so tight. “I’ll see you later honey, okay?” Tigris opens her eyes again and nods fast. “Right! Um- I’ll make sure to get you something for dinner.” You smile and caress her cheek. “Alright, but you gotta finish off my sandwich for me.”

Tigris smiles back affectionately. “That won’t be a problem. I love you, see you later?” You give her a final kiss on the cheek. “Mhm, love you too.” It takes a lot of effort to pull away from her and walk out of the boutique, but with the image of the two of you having dinner together that night, you manage to head back to work.

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Note: I’ve never actually written for Tigris before but I loved this idea and had to bring it to life — but hey, didn’t wanna choose her over my main girl, so TAH DAH!!! You get both~ Thank you sm for requesting and I hope you enjoy them even if they’re a little short :)

and for anyone else my requests are OPEN!!! I do all of tbosbas ladies :)

#lucy gray baird #tbosas #lucy gray #lucy gray my beloved #lucy gray baird x reader #rachel zegler #lucy gray x reader #tigris x reader #tigris snow #tigris snow x reader #the ballad of my gay ass #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #Request #hunter schafer

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empressofthesunwriter · 4 months

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Kill La Hero: 09

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

Chapter 9: Class Representative and USJ

Michi and Ares's eyes were twitching in annoyance, while Izuku was holding tight to Michi's arm.

Before them was a huge gathering of reporters.

They!

Wound’t!

Just!

Let!

Them!

Into!

Their!

School!

“Hey, you guys!”, said a female reporter with a brown ponytail, nearly smashing her microphone in their faces. “How are All Might's classes?

“Uh, excuse me, I have to go to the nurse's office!”, told them Izuku nervous.

His best friend took his hand and hissed: “My best friend needs to see the nurse and we will be late for class if you keep pestering us with your questions! Why don’t you do something more productive with your time?!”

Under the angry and offended shouts of the reporters Michi and Izuku finally could enter the school.

“Bunch of vultures.”, mumbled Michi still annoyed.

Izuku stroked her hand with his thumb to calm her down.

“I-I think reports are just like this. I’m proud of you how you didn’t start swinging.”

Hearing this made Michi smile.

“Thanks Izu-Chan.”

“Yeah, but it was close.”

“Thanks for ruining the moment, perverte bow!”

“I’m NOT perverted!”

***

“Good work on yesterday's combat training.”, praised Aizawa-Sensei during homeroom hour them. “I saw the video and results. Bakugo. You're talented, so don't act like a kid.”

“I know.”, grumbled the blond.

Michi had to hide a big smile.

She loved it when Bakugo was shown his place, Aizawa-Sensei was cool!

Then Aizawa-Sensei chested Izuku for again breaking his arm.

He couldn’t keep doing it, because Aizawa-Sensei wouldn’t anymore accept how he couldn’t control his Quirk.

Well, Michi had to agree a bit.

Izuku needed to control One For All.

Even with Recovery Girl fixing his injuries…how long could she do it, till it wasn’t possible anymore?

The salmon-haired girl didn’t want to think about it.

“Now let's get down to homeroom business. Sorry about the late notice, but today, I'll have you…”

Anyone thought: ...take another special test?!

“Decide on a class representative.”

It's actually a normal school activity!

While everyone shouted how they wanted to be class representative Michi couldn’t help but make a face.

Yes, she knew this was a good exercise for leading a group of heroes, however, she had been once be class representative.

Never again!

It was an unthankful and stressful job!

So, yeah, no thanks.

During her remembering this Tenya called loud over all the voices: “Silence, please! It is a job with the serious responsibility of leading others! It is not a job for just anyone who wants to do it! It is a calling that requires the trust of those around you! If we want to use democracy to decide on a true leader then we should hold an election to choose one!”

All this Tenya said as his arm was raised the highest.

All called him out on this.

“Why did you suggest that?”, asked Denki.

“We haven't known each other for that long, so how can we have trust or anything?”, reminds Tsuyu.

“If that's the case, and everyone votes for themselves…”, says Kirishima.

“Don't you think that is precisely why whoever receives multiple votes here can be truly considered the most suitable person?!”, disagreed Tenya. “What do you think, Aizawa-Sensei?”

Their teacher didn’t care, took his sleeping bag out and got in.

For Aizawa-Sensei it was only important that they finished before homeroom class.

And so they voted.

“I got three votes?!”, shouted Izuku surprised.

Bakugo didn’t like this.

“Why Deku?! Who voted for him?!”

Dry Sero told him it was better than voting for him, while Bakugo got angrier.

Michi saw how Uraraka was whistling an innocent tune.

Ah, so she was one of the votes for Izuku.

Tenya was half surprised but also disappointed.

He got one vote.

From who was the question?

Now Michi was whistling an innocent tune.

Anyway, how he reacted showed how much he wanted the job and all wondered why he gave his vote to someone else.

It was the only explanation for his surprise over his one vote.

Aizawa-Sensei called Izuku and Momo to the front of the classroom.

Izuku was sweating from nerves and Momo was cool as a cucumber.

“Then, the class rep is Midoriya, and the deputy class rep will be Yaoyorozu.”, proclaimed Aizawa-Sensei before he lay down again on the ground.

Even if Izuku was in disbelief that he got the job, most of the class seemed happy with him and Momo.

***

Finally, it was lunchtime!

“There are a lot of people today, too!”, mussed Uraraka, as the four friends sat down to eat.

“That's because everyone in the hero course, support course, and management course meets in the same place.”, explained Tenya.

After they wished each other to enjoy their meal they dug in.

“The rice is so delicious!”, signed Uraraka dreamly.

“Lunch Rush is a master chef!”, agreed Michi, biting into her tasty pig stomach.

“Even though I've been chosen as class rep, I don't know if I'm qualified for it.”, told Izuku his worries.

“You are.”, said Uraraka.

“Izuku, the people have spoken.”, reminds Michi. “Viva la resistance!”

This made all chuckle. Michi was happy she could make her friends laugh.

“It'll be fine.”, reassured Tenya Izuku. “Your courage and judgment at critical moments make you worth following. That is why I voted for you.”

Flabbergasted Izuku shouted: “It was you?!”

“But didn't you want to be class rep, too, Iida?”, asked Uraraka. “I mean, you have got glasses and everything.”

“What have glasses to do with this? I have them too and no one voted for me, for which I’m thankful.”, told Michi.

This surprised anyone besides Izuku.

“What really? You don’t see the honour in this position?”, wondered Tenya.

Bored Michi slurped her noodles.

“I was once class rep, never again.”

This made Tenya and Uraraka sweatdrop.

It took the glass-wearing boy a moment before he continued: “Wanting to do it and being suitable for it are different issues. I merely did what I judged to be correct.”

Man, the way Tenya talked.

“I've been thinking...Are you a rich boy, Iida?”, asked Uraraka what all wanted to know.

“Rich—! I tried to change how I talked because I didn't want to be called that. Yes, my family has been heroes for generations. I'm the second son.”

His three friends and even Ares were flashed by this revelation.

“Do you know the Turbo Hero, Ingenium?”, questioned Tenya.

Of course, local hero-fan, Izuku know him, saying how he's a really popular hero who has sidekicks working at his Tokyo agency.

Proud Tenya declared how this was his older brother.

He told them because of his brother, who honours the rules and leads people, he wants to become a superhero.

However, he feels he still isn’t ready to lead people, not like Izuku surely could.

“This might be the first time I've seen you smile, Iida.”, said Uraraka.

“What, really? I smile!”

“Tenya, I think you sell yourself short.”, began Michi. “I had a feeling you would make a good class rep, you have the passion for it. So I gave you my vote.”

“That was you?!”, shouted Tenya and Uraraka together.

“But I was sure you would give Izuku…”

Tenya trailed off, while Uraraka stared at her with big disbelieving eyes.

Yet Michi turned to Izuku, taking his hand.

“Izu-Chan, I hope you understand why I choose like this. Not that I don’t believe you can’t lead people, just Tenya's passion for it touched me.”

Her best friend just blinked and then squeezed her hand.

“I’m not angry Michi-Kun. You can do what you think is best, I mean, I didn’t vote for you because I know you don’t want to be class rep, even if I think you would do a good job in it.”

“So all good between us?”

“All good.”

The two smiled lovey-dovey at each other and Uraraka and Tenya swore they saw even hearts around them.

“I ship them!”, whispered Uraraka to Tenya, who looked at her confused.

“Ship? Where do you want to ship them?”

Uraraka gave him a disbelieving look.

Suddenly a loud alarm sounded.

“There has been a Level 3 security breach.”, informed a female voice. “All students please evacuate outdoors promptly.”

Not knowing what Level 3 meant Tenya asked one of the older students.

It meant someone was trespassing on school grounds!

So our four heroes-to-be followed after the other students, who fled the cafeteria.

Sadly since all were so fearful, they created a mass of shoving and pushing limps.

Michi tried to hold on tight to Izuku and Uraraka's hands.

Damn!

It was like battling against a tidal wave!

And where was Tenya?!

They lost sight of him!

Somehow he managed to return to them and asked Uraraka to make him float.

When Tenya was in the air he used his Quirk Engine to boost him to the Exit.

He stood on the door and yelled loudly and clearly: “Everyone, everything is fine! It is just the media! There is nothing to panic about! Everything is fine! This is U.A.! Let us act in a way befitting the best of the best!”

Finally, everybody calmed down.

They saw also how the police arrived and took the reports away.

Puh!

Good riddance!

After they returned to their classroom for their next school hour, it was time to decide on the other class officers, however, Izuku surprised anyone.

He told how Tenya, who in a crisis managed to calm everyone down and lead, should be the class rep and not him.

Tenya was unsure, but the class motivated him to take the job.

So Tenya became class rep and Momo stayed deputy.

***

Afternoon class started, which meant of course Hero Basic Training!

“For today's hero basic training, it's turned into a class with three instructors, All Might and me, and one more person.”, explained Aizawa-Sensei their class.

All were surprised.

Sero even raised his hand and asked: “Excuse me! What will we be doing?”

“Disasters, shipwrecks, and everything in between. It's rescue training.”

Everyone talked about how excited they were for it, how good they would do and similar things.

Aizawa-Sensei called for order and told them for this training they could wear whatever they wanted even their hero suits.

Then how they would take the bus to drive to the location.

With this, the teens all took their costumes, got changed or transformed like Michi in the locker rooms and then walked to the bus, which was waiting for them.

Tenya made his job as class rep all honour, with a whistle and a plan to board the bus.

Sadly his plan was nought since it was a bus that faced seat to seat.

Michi was just happy sitting beside Izuku, as Izuku was too.

“I didn't think it'd be this type of bus...!”, lamented Tenya.

“There was no point, huh?”, agreed Mina.

“I say whatever comes to mind Midoriya.”, said Tsuyu. “

Izuku blushed a bit and answered: “Um, yes, Asui?!”

“Call me "Tsu."”

“Um…”

“Your Quirk is like All Might's.”

“Huh?! Y-Y-You think so?”

Before Michi could come to Izuku's rescue, Kirishima said: “Wait a sec, Tsu, All Might doesn't get hurt when he uses his. They just kind of look the same.”

Izuku let out a relieved breath, while Michi discreetly patted his hand to calm him more down.

“But it's nice to have a simple augmenting-type Quirk.”, continued Kirishima. “You can do lots of flashy stuff! My Hardening's strong against others, but unfortunately, it doesn't look like much.”

“I think it's really cool! It's a Quirk that can definitely pass as a pro's!”, encouraged Izuku.

“A pro's, huh? But you have to think about popularity as a hero, too, you know.”

It was like Aoyama had waited for a moment to hype himself up: “My Navel Laser is pro-level in both flashiness and strength.”

Only for Mina to bring him down to earth to remind him how he gets always a stomach ache.

“Well, if you're talking about flashy and strong, it's gotta be Massaro, Todoroki and Bakugou, though, huh?”, mussed Kirishima.

“Because I’m half naked thanks to Ares being a pervert?”, deadpanned Michi with crossed arms.

“I’m NOT a pervert!”

“Shut up you flimsy outfit!”

This made all chuckle.

“No, I meant you are so strong, fast and agile. You can even use the threads of Ares as a trap and you are practically indestructible with him.”, explained Kirishima better.

“Well, thanks!”, grinned Michi at the red-haired boy, which didn’t make Izuku jealous.

No, Michi was just nice, he doesn’t have a reason to be jealous.

Then Tsuyu talked about how Bakogo might be strong but his character wouldn’t give him any fans. Bakugo heard this and wanted to fight her.

Incredible, now nearly everyone squabbled with Bakugo.

Izuku and Michi looked at each other. Izuku was shaking in disbelief, while the girl laughed quietly.

“Hey, he deserved to get teased once in his life.”, whispered Michi to him.

“The others are all so cool!”

“Yup, we have some pretty awesome classmates.”

It was then that Aizawa-Sensei informed them they had reached their destination and warned them to act respectfully.

They enter the enormous building where another Pro-Hero waits for them.

“Everyone, I have been waiting for you.”

“It's the Space Hero, Thirteen!”, fanboyed Izuku. “The gentlemanly hero who has rescued tons of people from disasters!”

“Oh, I love Thirteen!”, told Uraraka.

“Let's go inside without delay.”

In Aww, the teens saw so many different big locations, a shipwreck, a landslide, a fire, a windstorm and other situations which demonstrated a rescue.

It reminds them all of the Universel Studios Japan.

“It is a training ground that I made with different types of accidents and disasters. It's called the "Unforeseen Simulation Joint," or "USJ" for short!”, said Thirteen.

It really is USJ.

Aizawa-Sensei asked Thirteen where All Might was. They whispered a bit with each other, but Izuku and Michi had an idea of what happened.

Thirteen had held up 5 fingers of his hand, which meant All Might surely have reached his limit to transform for today.

Annoyed Aizawa-Sensei said they would start the lesson without All Might.

So Thirteen took over: “Before we begin, let me say one thing, or two...three... four... five... six... seven…”

It's increasing...!

“Everyone, I am sure you are aware of my Quirk, Black Hole. I can suck up anything and turn it to dust.”

“You have been able to use that Quirk to save people from all kinds of disasters, right?”, said Izuku.

Thirteen agreed but told them how his power could easily kill. He bet a lot of them had similar powers. With Aizawa, they learned their borders, and with All Might how to fight against other humans, now they would learn to use their Quirks to save people.

Out of nowhere the lights flickered and got out.

On the water fountain formed a black-purple vortex.

Out of it looked someone who had a severed hand on his face.

What the…?!

“Gather together and don't move!”, commanded Aizawa-Sensei. “Thirteen, protect the students!”

Out of the vortex stepped the strange guy with the hand on his face and a lot of other people.

Kirishima wondered if this was like the entrance exam.

Aizawa-sensei disagreed: “Those are villains.”

All the young heroes-to-be gasped in shock.

Oh no, what would happen now?!

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reeshyz · 2 years

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Title: I made yo my treasure Pairing: Paul Landers / Richard Z. Kruspe Presentee: @hanramm156 Prompt: Ugly Christmas Sweater Warnings/Tags: Misunderstandings | Angst with a happy ending | Ugly Sweaters | Christmas Party | Mutual Pinning | Zoran being an asshole | Internalized Homophobia Word Count: 2.727 Summary: Richard hates the idea of wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and it gets worse when someone else is allowed to choose the one he has to wear. Even though… he kinda likes the sweater, for reasons. Read on AO3: here

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“So we’re really doing this?” Ollie asks, from where he’s sitting at Richard’s small coffee table. He’s drinking from his mug, but still looks them into their eyes while doing so. Richard sighs.

“I mean I’m not against it,” Till says and he shrugs. That’s always the case, Till would never be against anything. He just loves to go with stuff without thinking about it. Richard thinks about kicking him against the shin.

“I really like the idea. This will be so funny,” Paul says and he clasps his hands. He’s sitting right next to Richard, their thighs are touching and Richard really tries to enjoy that, but he also hates the idea.

Seems like he’s the only one.

"Yeah, why not. I’m in as well,” Schneider says and he takes another one of the cookies Richard had baked for them. Richard looks to Flake, who doesn’t really seem bothered either, so he has to admit his defeat.

“Fine, whatever,” Richard says, but he’s crossing his arms in front of his chest.

He knows that most people don’t understand his sense of fashion, but Richard only wears stuff that he really likes. There are lots of fabrics, he can’t stand and Christmas sweaters already sound as if they’re itching a lot.

“Very well, then I think we should draw lots,” Paul says and he hastily gets up. He’s walking into Richard’s kitchen, before anyone can say something.

“Lots?”

“Yeah we will each draw a lot. And the name we get, we’re allowed to buy an ugly Christmas sweater for,” Paul says when he comes back. He’s holding out his beanie and Richard can see that he puts some papers in there.

“This is a horrible idea. I love it,” Flake says and he hastily sticks his hand into the beanie. Richard watches him carefully. He doesn’t like the idea at all, but it’s not like the others would accept his whining.

Flake opens his piece of paper and then he’s grinning.

“And we can’t tell who we drew?” Till asks and Paul shakes his head. One after the others are pulling out a piece of paper, until there is only one left in Paul’s beanie.

Richard pulls it slowly out.

He reads it and nods.

Till.

Well he would’ve wished for Paul to be his presentee, but that would work too. He already has a funny idea.

He just hopes whoever drew him wouldn’t be super mean and got him a really embarrassing one. But for that he could just wait and see.

“I know I will regret this, but it’s also kinda exciting,” Schneider says and he rubs his hands. Richard rolls his eyes and leans back against the pillows. Paul sits back down next to him, cuddling a bit into his side.

Richard pulls an arm around him and hopes he can pull it off as something he does everyday since they’re friends.

But his heart beats way too loud.

Paul smiles.

“I’m sure it will be fun,” Paul says and Richard can see how Till winks at them, when he sees how they’re cuddling. Richard sticks his tongue out at his best friend. Till chuckles and then looks back to the others again.

“I vote we should wear it at our band’s christmas party,” Till says and Richard gasps.

“Oh great idea!”

“No way!”

Richard of course gets ignored again. He knows this would bite him in the ass.

He’s right, even if he doesn’t really know it yet.

A week later it’s already time for their Christmas party. Richard is wearing dark jeans and a shirt so far. He hadn’t received his sweater yet and he kinda hopes that the person who should’ve bought him one had forgotten about it.

Just then it rings at his door.

“What do you want?” Richard asks, when he opens the door. Schneider grins at him and presses a package into his arms. It’s rather light.

“I got you a little something from Paul. He drew your name,” Schneider says and Richard huffs. Why didn’t Paul deliver it himself then.

“Thanks,” Richard mumbles and he turns around. Schneider is already wearing his own sweater. It actually looks pretty ugly. Richard can’t help but chuckle at it, while Schneider rolls his eyes.

“What?”

“Just wondering if you aren’t cold,” Richard says, while he puts the package on his kitchen table. Schneider follows him into the kitchen.

“Maybe Ollie just likes seeing my tits,” Schneider says but he crosses his arms in front of his chest. It looks like Ollie just bought a random Christmas sweater and that cut some holes in it, right where Schneider’s nipples are.

“You look dumb,” Richard says and he laughs to himself again. Schneider seems to ignore him for now. He had told Richard a few days ago that he wouldn’t mind giving Richard a ride to the party.

Richard opens his own package now. Paul even wrapped it in a cute bow and he also wrote his name on it.

Richard smiles. Paul is so adorable.

He had always known that he’d liked men too but he had never really acted on it so far. Richard has never really been in love, but when he looks at Paul, his heart flutters like an idiot.

But he wouldn’t tell him. He’s been in love with him for years by now and he tries to just enjoy the few kisses he’s allowed to have on stage. Sometimes Richard wishes for more, but he knows that Paul isn’t interested.

Richard had always been rather good at ignoring his own feelings when it came to something like this.

“Now open it. I don’t wanna be late,” Schneider says and Richard nods. He opens the bow and then rips off the wrapping paper. It’s cute, but probably something you’d choose for kids.

“Yeah yeah. Why isn’t Paul giving it to me himself?” Richard asks and Schneider shrugs.

“He wanted to see you in it at the party,” Schneider answers, just as Richard pulls his sweater out of the package.

“Oh fuck,” Schneider laughs, when he reads what’s written on it. Richard blushes a deep red and he turns away from Schneider. Oh my god. He would kill Paul later when nobody was looking.

“Fuck you,” Richard says but Schneider laughs even harder.

“No sorry, I think you are the one that is fucked. Everyone will make fun of this all night and it’s hilarious,” Schneider says and Richard pulls the sweater over his head, since it’s not like he can escape his fate, without being laughed at even more.

“I said you should shut up,” Richard says and he flicks a finger at Schneider’s free nipple. Schneider hisses in pain.

“Ouch you asshole!”

Richard grabs his phone and his wallet and is out of the door, before Schneider can complain even more. Outside he takes a deep breath, he has to say that he really likes that sweater.

He’d never admit that though.

Schneider opens his car and Richard climbs into the big jeep. He’s cuddling himself.

Richard wishes the words on his chest would be true. Maybe Paul had done this to show his interest? Maybe Richard really had a chance?

“Property of Paul Landers.”

“Hey there,” Till says and he presses a short kiss to Richard’s cheek. He’s wearing the sweater Richard had bought for him. There are bells on it that hang really low and it says “Jingle my bells” over it. Till had loved it of course.

“Hi,” Richard says, glad he’s finally inside the party. It had been cold as fuck outside and he had forgot his jacket. Now he couldn’t even hide the sweater.

“Holy shit. Paul really got this one for you?” Till asks and he points at the sweater. Flake next to him is grinning so widely. He’s wearing a sweater in a bright green. There are some reindeers on it. They are fucking.

So it must be from Till.

“It looks great on you,” Flake says and Richard blushes again. He’s not sure how but Flake and Till both know about his pathetic crush.

“Very funny. He doesn’t mean it that way,” Richard says and Flake shrugs. He’s already holding a glass of wine in his hands and takes another sip.

“I bought Olli a sweater that says ‘merry dickmas’ and I meant it,” Flake answers and Richard chuckles. He’s kinda glad that he doesn’t have to wear that one, but he knows Ollie doesn’t get embarrassed easily.

That also means that Schneider had drawn Paul as his lot. Richard can’t wait to see which kind of sweater Paul is wearing. Well he can’t wait to see Paul. Period.

Speaking of the devil.

“Rich!”

Richard turns around and there is Paul. He’s wearing a gray sweater with a huge butt on it. There is also “butt ugly sweater” written on it. Richard smiles when he sees it. The sweater looks ridiculous but it seems like Paul has fun.

“Hey Paulchen,” Richard mumbles and gets hugged super tight. Paul is also pressing a short kiss to his cheek and Richard’s almost makes an embarrassed noise at that. Holy shit. Paul’s lips feel amazing even against his cheek. “You look so damn good,” Paul says.

“Thank you. Do you like the sweater?” Richard answers, almost squirming under Paul’s gaze.

“Of course I do,” Paul says but he doesn’t sound too happy about it. Richard’s hope goes back to being zero again. So it hadn’t been some kind of way to flirt with him. Why had he been hopeful at all…

After that Paul sadly leaves again and talks to some other guests. Richard stays with Till and Flake, who are bickering over the wine again. It seems like nobody is really surprised at them wearing something stupidly as this, even though everyone else looks really fancy.

“So what’s up with the sweater? Are you really Paul’s bitch now?”

Richard turns around and frowns at Zoran. He hadn’t even seen him coming and frankly he’s not sure why Zoran is even invited. Richard had told him to fuck off ages ago. Till steps closer.

“Shut up, you’re drunk,” Till says and he pushes Zoran away.

“No, I really wanna hear it,” Zoran says and there is that mean grin on his face again. Richard takes another step back and that is of course the moment Paul comes back over to them.

“What’s up?” Paul asks, but he sounds kinda angry.

“Just making a bit of fun about your toy boy here,” Zoran says, holding both of his hands up, to calm Paul down. Richard looks away. He just wants to leave. This day had been shitty enough already.

“He’s not my boy toy. Obviously it’s just a damn joke, but of course you wouldn’t understand one even if it would bite you in the ass. Richard is not my anything,” Paul says and Richard hears how sharply Till breaths in behind them.

Richard frowns.

“Excuse me,” Richard says quietly and then he’s already walking away from them. He hears that Till is yelling something after him, but Richard doesn’t care. Instead he opens the glass door towards the huge garden and walks outside.

His fingers are shaking when he lights himself a cigarette.

Richard’s not Paul’s anything. That’s what he had said.

Theoretically Richard knows that it’s bullshit. They have been bandmates for almost thirty years by now and they have been friends for almost the same amount of time. It still hurts like shit.

Richard looks up into the sky.

He’s not even realizing that he’s crying, until the wind blows directly in his face and he shudders at that. When he wipes over his eyes, his fingers come up wet.

Crying at a Christmas party.

A classic.

“Rich?”

Richard doesn’t answer, but of course Paul walks over to him anyway. Till is also behind him, but when Flake stops him, holding his sleeve, he waits at the glass door. Richard turns away again. He doesn’t want to face Paul right now.

“I wanted to apologize,” Paul says, his voice so soft.

“No need,” Richard says, wiping over his eyes again. He throws the cigarette down to the ground and steps on it. Paul winces.

“I thought it was a good joke. Sorry. I didn’t think Zoran or anyone else would treat you so badly because of it,” Paul says and he sounds really sorry. Richard huffs. Of course Paul doesn’t even get the real problem here.

“I’m not mad because of the sweater,” Richard says and he thinks about lighting another cigarette. Sadly his package is already empty.

“What?”

“Oh my god. You don’t get it do you? I want the words to be true. The words on my sweater and the words Zoran said. I would love nothing more than to be your boy toy. Your property whatever. But apparently, me and my feelings mean nothing to you!” Richard says a bit louder than he wants to.

Richard wipes new tears away. Great, he embarrassed himself in every way possible now.

“Rich, I… I didn’t know,” Paul stutters and his eyes are so wide. He looks beautiful, even when he’s dumb.

“That’s what happens when you try to keep your feelings a secret,” Richard mutters. He just hopes that Paul would now finally leave. He doesn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“I… I never wanted you to be my boy toy…,” Paul says and Richard grunts.

“I got that loud and clear. Do you enjoy hurting me?” Richard asks and he can’t help but become really angry. He would’ve never thought that Paul would be this cruel to him.

“... but I would love for you to be my boyfriend,” Paul says, a small smile on his face. Richard gasps at him.

“What?”

“I mean… the sweater kinda had a purpose you know. I just really liked the thought of you being mine and I… I’ve been in love with you for years,” Paul says, still smiling at him. Richard is not sure if he’s hallucinating. Maybe someone put something in his drink.

“I don’t think I understand,” Richard admits and Paul laughs. It’s such a cute sound.

“And here I thought you were not only the most beautiful member of Rammstein, but the most intelligent one too,” Paul says, even winking at him. Richard squirms for real this time. Paul thinks that he’s pretty and clever.

“You mean it?” Richard asks just to be sure. Paul nods.

“Yeah sorry about what I said. You just looked so uncomfortable and I thought you were kinda straight and that was the reason why you were so angry at Zoran. I wanted to ask you out with that sweater, but I was too scared and asked Schneider to bring it to you and then… well I really thought you hated the idea and I wanted to punch Zoran for talking like this to you,” Paul explains and he takes another step closer, even carefully taking Richard’s hand into his own.

“I… I love you too,” Richard mumbles, the embarrassment is coming back again and he’s surely blushing again. Paul doesn’t seem to mind.

“Can I kiss you?” Paul asks and Richard nods.

And then finally he closes his eyes and lets himself be kissed by Paul. He tastes like the wine he had earlier and something really sweet. Richard gasps when Paul’s hands pull him closer. Richard’s own hands go up to Paul’s cold cheeks.

“Fucking finally,” Till says, when they both take a step back. Richard almost jerks, he hadn’t even seen Till coming over to them. The singer grins even wider and then he puts his hand on the ass on Paul’s sweater.

“I wanted to do that all night,” Till says.

Paul slaps his hand away.

“The only one who’s allowed to touch my fake butt is my boyfriend,” Paul says and Richard can’t help but smile even more. He’s still blushing but he doesn’t mind. Not when Paul takes his hand and calls him his boyfriend.

“Well maybe then you should also buy Paul a new sweater,” Till says and he winks at Richard, who chuckles. Actually that’s a good idea.

“Property of Richard Kruspe. I like that,” Paul says and Richard laughs.

“Z. Kruspe, please.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me!”

Paul kisses him again.

Richard would always love to be shut up like this.

#paulchard #reeshyzadventcalendar

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fqreverwinter · 3 years

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“teacher’s pet”

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relationship: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

summary: teaching freshman chemistry is not always a dream, especially during the last class on a friday. you are having a hard time getting anyone to participate, but a surprise visit from the boy you love most boosts everyone’s spirits.

warnings: light cursing

word count: 2.9k

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“Okay, who’s ready to start?” you asked with a smile, taking a sip of your water. No one answered, making you laugh.

It was the last period of the school day. You were attempting to teach chemistry to a group of unenthusiastic freshman that just wanted to go home. It was understandable. It wasn’t too long ago that you were in this same position, just trying to get through the school day.

As this was the last class on a Friday, you didn’t blame them for being tired. You didn’t want to do anything, either. You wanted to go home just as badly.

“I know, I know. This sucks. I promise you today isn’t that bad. We’re just gonna go over the homework from last night and review some basic terms. Nothing extravagant, right?”

“Ms. Parker?” a boy in the middle asked. You so badly wanted to remember his name, but given it was the second week of school and you taught over a hundred kids, it just wasn’t coming to you.

With a smile, you said, “Yes, honey?”

“Are you gonna be checking the homework?”

You sighed. “No. But I told you guys my policy. You guys can vote on if I check homework, but if you don’t get it checked, then your only grades will be quizzes and tests. So I’d just do the homework and try to boost those grades, okay? I only check for completion, not accuracy.”

You got a few nods in response. With a smile, you grabbed your packet and moved to the front of the classroom.

“How about we just do some question-and-answer? Keep it a little interesting, yeah? Just please try to participate.”

There was no response. It was nothing new; you were used to talking to the wall. This was only your second year as a full-time teacher, but you quickly learned that fifteen-year-olds didn’t really want anything to do with chemistry. Having dedicated hours upon hours to making your lessons somewhat interesting, it bummed you out that barely anyone participated. But you adjusted to each class pretty well, and you tried to engage them in the ways they liked best.

However, with it being so early in the year, you found yourself talking to no one for the most part. But you still came every day with a bright smile and good music. After all, you were still the youngest teacher in the school.

“We’ll start out easy. Can anyone tell me what an atom is?”

No response. Even from your usual kiss-ups, there was no answer. You sighed.

“Come on, guys. Bear with me. Just a simple answer?”

Still nothing. You huffed, walking to your desk and grabbing a handful of fun-size candy bars you kept on hand. You held them out for everyone to see.

“Whoever answers my question gets a treat. If you get three right, I have full-sized ones over here, too. Now, are we gonna try again?”

A few people perked up. With a laugh, you sat on an empty desk at the front and spread the candies out next to you.

“This is more like it. Now, what’s an atom?”

A few hands shot up. You giggled and picked on someone in the back. When she correctly gave you the definition, you tossed her a mini Snickers bar.

“That’s one point for you. Are we having fun now?”

Everyone nodded as the girl in the back opened up her treat.

"Alright! So, what three particles make up an atom?" you asked, hanging your legs over the desk. A student towards the right side raised his hand. As you went to call on him, there was a knock on your door. You turned and gasped, seeing the beautiful face of Peter Parker on the other side of the glass. You jumped off the desk and ran to open it, greeting him with a hug.

"Hi, Peter!" you whispered excitedly, nearly squeezing him.

"Hey, easy there," Peter replied with a laugh and pried you off of him. Awkwardly, you both turned to your confused class, which was staring at you with blank expressions and furrowed brows.

With a light blush, you cleared your throat. "Everybody, this is my husband."

"Hello," he greeted with a small wave, making a couple kids chuckle.

"Ms. Parker, you're married?" a boy named Caleb asked.

"Yes, so it's actually Mrs. Parker, and this is Mr. Parker. Which reminds me, Mr. Parker," you joked, turning to him with a grin. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged. "I got off work early, so I decided to surprise you. I brought you some coffee and a donut."

Peter handed you the bag with a big smile, causing you to giggle.

"Well, there's still twenty minutes left to the day. Take a seat at my desk, would you, honey?"

"Anything for you, my love," Peter replied with a wink, walking across the room and plopping into your chair.

"Wow, Mrs. Parker, he is so sweet. You are so lucky," a student named Kayla said, flashing your husband a smile before turning to you.

You faked a smile and muttered through gritted teeth, "Thanks, Kayla."

"How long have you been married?" someone else shouted out.

"How long did you date?"

"Is he a good kisser?"

With an eye roll, you looked to Peter, who was fighting laughter by biting down on his thumb. You shook your head at his dumb grin and looked back at your class.

"Alright, I'll strike a deal. Let's just finish the last five minutes of these notes and you can ask my husband anything. Fair?"

The class nodded in response. With an exhale, you took your spot back on top of the desk and crossed your legs.

"Now, where were we?" you asked, tapping your pen on your chin.

"You asked what three particles make up an atom," Kayla began. "They are protons, neutrons, and electrons."

"That's right. Thank you, Kayla," you said with a fake smile again. God, you hated kiss-ups. You hesitantly tossed her a piece of candy then turned to the class. "Who can tell me which is positively charged?"

A few hands shot up. As you continued to instruct the class, Peter watched you with a look of adoration. Both of you were science nerds, but you followed your passion into teaching. He loved the way you channeled all your little quirks and quips about chemistry into something that could teach kids. Peter couldn't help but feel his heart race every time your face lit up when rambling about the electron cloud or when you laughed lightly when someone actually answered a question right.

You were absolutely perfect to him, no matter what you were doing.

"Okay, this one is a little tricky. Do we remember what an isotope means?"

No one answered. The students stared at you with blank expressions, making Peter bite back laughter again.

"It was in your homework last night. No one remembers?"

There was still no response. You were about to explain the answer when someone said, "I know it."

You turned to see your husband raising his hand, a cocky look plastered on his face. You rolled your eyes.

"Go ahead, honey."

"An isotope is a form of the same element that contains an equal number of protons but a different number of neutrons in the nucleus, which gives it a different atomic mass but not any different chemical properties."

With a satisfied grin, Peter leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. You looked at your students who all stared at him with dumbfounded expressions. He bit back laughter as you shook your head.

"Can you explain it so that those of us without a master's in science can understand?"

He scoffed jokingly, putting on a big smile. "It's a form of the same element with the same amount of protons but a different amount of neutrons."

"Thank you," you said, narrowing your eyes. He blew you a kiss before you turned back to your class. "Does that ring a bell?"

You got a few muffled yeah’s in response.

"Okay. Make sure if you don't have that definition, write it down. It'll be on your test in two weeks."

After repeating the answer and giving them a few minutes to copy it down, you stood up and cleared your throat.

"Since you all stuck through this, and it's Friday, we can end early and you can bombard my husband with questions. Who wants to go first?"

A bunch of hands shot up. You laughed and turned to Peter, saying, "Go ahead."

"Uh," he said with an uneasy smile. "You, in the blue jacket."

"Why are you a nerd?" Caleb asked. He was a pain in your ass, and you thought it was so funny that Peter chose him first.

"Because it made me rich. Next question?"

You bit your lip to hold back laughter as all of Caleb's friends muttered "ooh" in a mocking tone.

"You're rich?" someone shouted out.

"No, but I could be."

"Where do you work?"

"A company."

"What's your job?"

"Science."

Peter wasn't even picking hands anymore as kids kept calling out questions. He kept giving vague answers, but it was enough to keep them entertained. And, truthfully, you were just as entertained as them. Until the questions started to get a little more personal.

"Do you love Ms. Parker?"

"With my whole heart," he answered, giving you a sweet smile. You faked a gag, making the kids laugh.

"How long have you been dating?"

"For almost eight years, but we've been married seven months."

"Only seven months?" a girl named Katie asked. "I thought you would've been married for, like, five years!"

"Five years? How old do you think I am?" you said jokingly.

"I dunno, like old enough to be married for five years."

"Listen, five years ago, I was probably at a party somewhere making some bad fashion choices. I was not old enough to be married."

Peter snickered, "I liked your bad fashion choices."

"I still looked good compared to you," you fired back. The students all laughed and made that mocking "ooh" noise again.

"Do you have kids?" someone called.

"No," he answered quickly.

"Do you want kids?"

"Can you be a little less personal?" you countered with a slight cringe. "This is supposed to be fun, so let's keep it light."

People stopped shouting out questions for a second, until Kayla raised her hand. Holding in a groan, you nodded at her.

"Mr. Parker, what inspired you to study science?" she asked, folding her hands neatly on her desk. You looked at Peter with an annoyed smile as he faked a grin.

"Well, I just always thought it was cool, y'know, learning about our world. It came easy to me."

She smiled and nodded. You couldn't stand her anymore, and you started to wonder how you were going to go the entire year with her in your class.

"Do you like Spiderman?" a boy in the back called.

"He's pretty cool," Peter answered, flashing you a quick look. "Why do you ask?"

"I thought I told you, honey. We love Spiderman in this classroom. I always have a copy of The Bugle on my desk."

"Oh! Right. Well, she always steals the paper from me, so I don't read as much as you guys do. But I think he's pretty neat."

The two of you exchanged another knowing look. Truthfully, you brought in the newspaper every day to brag about your husband's heroic feats without anyone knowing. Some teachers here were married to lawyers, other to politicians, but you had them all beat without them knowing.

The clock ticked closer to three o'clock. Everyone began to pack their belongings, and the bell rang a few seconds later. Kids shoved each other out of the way to get out of the building first.

"Have a good weekend! Please be safe! And don't forget to start studying for your Periodic Table quiz on Tuesday!" you called as the group ran out of your room. Once everyone was gone, you closed the door and let out a big sigh.

"I see why you come home tired all the time," Peter commented, making you laugh.

"It's like dealing with toddlers all day, if toddlers were able to have cohesive thoughts."

“But you did a wonderful job, my love,” he said with a cute smile. You giggled and placed a quick kiss on his lips.

“Why thank you.”

Before you had time to add another sarcastic comment, Peter pulled you into his lap. You gasped, shocked at the quick motion, and fell against his chest. He began laughing as he peppered kisses all over your cheeks.

“Peter!” you scolded through giggles. “Warning, please!”

“Spontaneity, darling, spontaneity.”

“Wait, stop, stop,” you said, pushing him away lightly. He pulled back with a fake pout, making you roll your eyes.

“How did you get in here?”

“Harry called and said I was a representative of Oscorp returning a meeting request with Mrs. Parker about a potential field trip,” he answered, his face lighting up as he said Mrs. Parker.

You furrowed your brows, “And they believed him?”

He shrugged, “I guess so. Weren’t you happy to see me?”

“I mean, of course, but that points out a major flaw in our school security.”

Peter laughed, “Everyone listens to the rich people. It just so happens that the rich people happen to be some of my closest friends.”

“Yeah, okay, I get it,” you joked. “Now, can I finish up my work so we can go home?”

“One more minute?” he asked with a hopeful smile. With a sigh, you nodded and leaned into his chest. Peter wrapped his arms around you and held you close, placing a light kiss on your forehead.

“I love you,” he said softly. “You’re my whole world, and I really am so proud of everything you do here.”

You looked up at him, a light blush covering your cheeks. “I love you, too.”

The door to your classroom opened, startling you both. You quickly jumped off of Peter’s lap as you locked eyes with the intruder.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you had a visitor,” Regina Woodrow, a fellow science teacher said.

“Yeah, um, it’s fine,” you answered quickly. “Regina, this is my husband, Peter.”

He looked at you quickly, recognizing the name. Regina was the chair of the science department at your school, and she was an absolute nightmare. She was more than double your age, but she had a personal vendetta against you ever since you were hired. You never knew why. You complained to Peter about her almost every night.

“Peter Parker! What a beautifully alliterative name,” she said, shaking his hand. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” he said with a smile.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt. I know it’s a Friday and you probably have plans, but I just wanted to remind you that we have a department meeting on Monday before school.”

“Yep, I’m aware. It’s marked on my calendar,” you answered.

“Perfect. I just wanted to make sure you remembered to attend, since you were so…conveniently absent from the last once, when it was your turn to bring breakfast.”

“I wasn’t conveniently absent,” you countered. “I had that date taken off for weeks. I was at an Oscorp exhibition with my husband.”

“Whatever the cause was,” Regina said with a shrug. “Just know we expect breakfast on Monday.”

“And I’ll have it there, don’t you worry.”

“Sounds good!” she said with a fake smile. “Have a great weekend, and it was so lovely to meet you, Peter Parker!”

“Yep. Same to you.”

She gave you two one more glance before leaving your room and closing the door. Peter stretched out his hand, flicked his wrist, and webbed the door shut.

“Pete!” you shouted in surprise.

“What?!” he asked, startled at your outburst.

“What the hell was that?! You wore your web-shooters to school?! There are cameras!”

“Relax! No one will know. Plus, no more interruptions.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re awful.”

“You know you love me.”

“Mhm.”

You started putting away any stray supplies as he spun in your chair, looking all around.

“So that was the lovely Mrs. Woodrow?” he asked.

“That was her. Isn’t she a peach?”

“Just as wonderful as you described,” he snickered. “And that girl in the front? Kiss-Up Kayla?”

“Oh, she’s even better. Just wait until I ask her on Monday why she was hitting on my husband.”

“Oh, baby, you know I only have eyes for you,” Peter said in a sarcastic tone. You threw an eraser at him, which he caught quickly.

“You and those damn senses. I can never win.”

“Can we get going now? I was thinking we can go for an early dinner, then spend all night inside…”

Peter wrapped his arms around your waist as his sentence trailed off. You giggled, placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“I guess so. Come on, Spiderman. Clean your webs off my door and we can go.”

“Sweet!” he shouted, running past you with your bag in his hand. You rolled your eyes, locked your computer, and followed your overexcited husband out of the school.

#peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x reader #tasm peter x reader #andrew garfield #andrew!spiderman #imagine #oneshot #marvel imagine #spiderman nwh #spider man no way home

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xpeachesncream · 4 years

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2AM | one shot

summary: just like yoongi says - if namjoon wasn’t gonna act on his feelings for you, then why couldn’t you? even if that meant sliding into namjoon’s DMs.

pairing: reader x namjoon

genre: college au | sprinkle of fluff, smut

words: 3.8k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, club scene, alcohol consumption, dancing/grinding, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, breast play, hickeys, oral (f. receiving), cum eating, ass smacking, doggy style, hair pulling, headboard knocking against the wall and head to the mattress type of rough sex, pillow to the face type of loud sex, backshots, namjoon is a kind fella though and really respects you

note: i’ve been hearing namjoon is/has become people’s bias wrecker lately..... 🤪 this is for you. i’ve tried to make this as realistic and relatable as possible. pls excuse any errors!

The club was awfully packed tonight, you and your friends and a bunch of all your mutual friends tightly pushed against one corner of the club, celebrating whoever's birthday it was - you couldn't fucking remember. You were just there because you knew of the person, but your friends still dragged you out to have a good time.

And, God, you were drunk. You were having a good time. You were already drunk before the club, having pissed on the sidewalk with Yoongi covering you with his jacket while Jin pissed next to you in the alley since there were no bathrooms open to the public at this time.

"Namjoon is here!" You hear Yoongi yell and nudge you. Namjoon had always had a crush on you. You two were friends, had a lot of mutual friends, but it was nothing more of a hi and bye in passing on campus. Occasional small talk, nothing more, nothing less. But, it didn't mean you didn't think he was attractive. Standing almost at 6 ft tall, the man was buff in all the right places and had a smile that could kill from miles away. You just never pressed on it because Namjoon never pressed on it. People teased him about his silly crush on you but he never took it further. He'd call you the prettiest girl he'd ever seen on campus, leaving anonymous comments on the campus' compliment board talking about how your smile was the best one he's ever seen. Everyone knew it was Kim Namjoon. But it was just a silly crush after all, right?

Tonight though, you were thinking of doing other things. Maybe it was this dick drought you had been in, maybe it was the alcohol heightening your attraction to him. Whatever the fuck it was, you wanted it and you were down.

"Aye!" Namjoon comes over to Yoongi and Jin, giving them their daps and hugs before he makes his way over to you. "What's up, Y/N?" He pulls you into a tight hug.

"Hey! Didn't think you'd be here." You chuckled.

"Why not? I like to have fun every so often, too." You nod. It's not like Namjoon hated going out, but he did have a preference of staying in than being at the club. He wasn't at every outing or club event. He'd make it to some if it was really important to his friends, but he'd usually skip out and he'd be teased about it the following week. You liked that about him; that he wasn't the type to be a partier or spend his free time chugging on alcohol. He was one of the smartest guys on campus who was pretty well known and he carried himself well. Dude could run for president and he’d have everyone’s votes, no cap.

"Well, I'm glad you're here."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that you're glad I'm here." He joked with that smile of his, dimples piercing his cheeks before he continued his rounds of hello's.

"Well, I'm glad you're here." Jin fluttered his eyelashes as he swung back and forth, mocking your tone in tiny causing Yoongi to laugh.

"Fuck off, Seokjin." You shove him.

"Why don't you finally do something about it? You know he likes you.”

"Why does it have to be me?"

"Why can't it be you?" Yoongi asked. "Does the dude always have to make a move?"

"Yeah, and besides, what if he's only doing that because he respects you and thinks you don't like him like that?" Jin butted in.

"I didn't asked to be attacked." Yoongi shrugged.

"Just saying. It doesn't have to be on Namjoon. Maybe he's waiting on you. Don't slip up, fool." He jokes as you shake your head, leading your friends to the bar for another drink to keep your drunkness alive. Yoongi orders three shots of nasty ass Jameson, but you take it anyways because he's your homeboy and the shit was free. He asks for another round, which you almost pass on but you catch sight of your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook.

"Pass it." Yoongi smirks as he passes you another shot glass. You take it to the neck with ease, deciding you'd deal with consequences later. You just wanted to have your fun.

"Hey." Jungkook wraps his arms around you, causing you to shrug him off and push his arms away.

"Jungkook, stop." You used to hate him. You really used to despise the guy, but it had gotten so tiring that you eventually got over it and moved on. You had a good relationship after all, you had a great freshman year even if you started off college in a relationship. But, he didn't want it after a year and a half. He wanted his college freedom, wanted to explore, wanted to get to know the incoming freshmen girls and transfers. So, he eventually stopped trying and that killed you.

But myyyy, have the tables turned. Jungkook wanted you back badly even though you've made it blatantly obvious you were over him.

"Dance with me tonight? You look good." He looks at you up and down, eyeing the tight mini skirt and crop top you had on.

"Maybe.” You look at him like he was crazy. “I'm busy."

"With who?"

"Not with you."

"Come on, baby. Please." Obviously drunk and out of this mind.

"Ew, don't call me that Jungkook. I am not your baby."

"Aw come on, you’ll always be though." He smiles, hugging you once more.

"You got a whole line up, remember? Stop worrying about me." You scoff as you shove him aside, making your way back to your friends.

"The fuck was that about?"

"Jungkook being Jungkook."

"He definitely wants to have his cake and eat it, too."

"Well, that's not gonna fly with me. He needs to go."

"Good. Come on, let's go dance. Maybe Namjoon will come since you don’t wanna do it. Acting all scared and shit."

“Shut up, Yoongi. Just walk.” You laugh. Yoongi nods towards some free space, Jin already welcoming a lady friend onto his lap for a dance. You playfully dance around with Yoongi for a little before you feel him passing you off to pretty boy Park Jimin. You loved dancing with Jimin because lord knows he knew a thing or two about rhythm more than most of these men in the club. Including your friends.

Heh, just kidding.

After a song or two, the latest shots are starting to make their way through your veins, your skin feeling hot and your balance being a little thrown off. Nothing you couldn't handle though, you still knew how to compose yourself well and keep it together.

"Enjoying yourself?" You hear Namjoon come from behind you as you had been standing around by the railings, catching a breather after Jimin had broke you off to those two songs, working up a damn sweat.

"Yeah, are you?" You turn to face him as your arms hung loosely over the railing.

"I meaaaan, I think it could be better." He sips on his drink.

"Stop babysitting your drink, Namjoon." You playfully nudge him.

"I'm not babysitting, I'm just savoring this expensive drink." You roll your eyes and laugh. You watch as he takes another sip, your hand keeping his glass tilted from the end until there's nothing left for him to drink.

"There, that's better."

"You're a bad influence."

"No, I'm not."

"You are. Pretty, and a bad influence." He adds, chuckling while licking his bottom lip. It's silent for a minute as he's eyeing the crowd in front of you, watching people sloppily dance on each other or tongue each other down. Either or, everyone was drunk and feeling up on somebody.

Everyone besides you two.

"Fuck it, let's dance." He suddenly says, grabbing your hand and leading the way to the nearest empty space. He backs himself against the wall, grabbing you by the waist to throw your ass back on him. He grips you tightly as you work him, his hips moving in tandem with yours. If you weren't mistaken, you could feel this entire thing soaking your panties by the minute. The way he had taken initiative and grabbed your hand the way that he did. The way he backed himself against the wall and shoved you onto his crotch area.

You didn't know Namjoon had it in him after he had been shying away from his crush on you. Park Jimin was sliding down the dance pyramid, with Kim Namjoon quickly climbing his way to the top.

Something so innocent had turned intimate pretty quick, your body backed against his now as you slowly worked your hips to Rossi's All I Want, your hand grabbing around his neck. You felt his breath against your skin, his eyes locked on you and only you.

After a couple of dances, you turned to him, his arms still wrapped around your waist. He gave you a big, toothless smile, his dimples becoming a huge weakness for you. You being the tease that you are, gave him a kiss on the cheek before you started to pull away from his grip.

"Oh, so it's like that?" He jokes as he bites on his bottom lip, his hands slowly slipping down your wrists the more you pull away.

"I don't know, is it?"

"You tell me. Are you going to hit me up to kick it?"

"We'll see." You smirk at him before walking towards your friends, his tongue pressed against his cheek as he watches your hips sway from side to side. After tonight, you knew you wanted Namjoon and he was the goal. No if's, and's or but's.

You and your friends call it a night by the time the club is almost coming to a close. Everyone is rushing to head out and catch their Ubers, but you see no Namjoon in sight. He must have disappeared sometime during the night, and you were too busy with your friends to notice. Which, is a fucking bummer because you wanted to see him before you left, hoping it could flourish into something more than just the dances you shared with him tonight.

You just had to be a tease.

Getting home, you're a little uneasy because you're stuck on the fact that you want something more out of the night and you couldn't get that. You hesitated quite a few times, picking up your phone, then throwing it back onto your bed. Your roommate hadn't gotten home yet, the loneliness kicking in quick.

Fuck it!

You shake your head and grow some balls to hit up Namjoon to see what he was up to at damn near 2AM.

But sike, your ass doesn't even have his number.

"What the fuck, Y/N!" You groan to yourself, quickly pulling up your group chat w/ Yoongi and Jin before you change your mind.

[y/n] 1:52am: ANYBODY HAVE NAMJOON'S NUMBER???

Pure silence for the next 5 minutes.

[y/n] 1:58am: i know none of you two are getting some tonight, where tf are you!

Some more silence.

"For fuck's sake, guys." You whined as you pulled up Namjoon's IG page. Were you really gonna do this? Were you really gonna slip yourself into his DMs?

Absolutely the fuck yes.

x_ynbaby: hi

namjoooonie: :) look who it is

x_ynbaby: sorry this prob looks stupid as fuck but i just realized i didnt have your number

namjoooonie: no biggie. at least ill be able to say y/n slid in my dm's first

x_ynbaby: pls dont start

namjoooonie: how can i help you?

x_ynbaby: what are you up to?

namjoooonie: im about to get ready for bed just like you should be doing

x_ynbaby: excuse you, im grown. i can go to bed when i want lol

namjoooonie: you're grown, ey?

x_ynbaby: yeah i am

namjoooonie: cool, come show me here?

x_ynbaby: kim namjoon, what is that supposed to mean

namjoooonie: it means you come over and watch something with me that isnt pg-13, duh? take it or leave it cutie, ive got some good comedy stand-ups on my list

x_ynbaby: lol send me the address

You laughed out loud. He was so frustratingly cute that you found yourself throwing on your jacket and heading back out to grab an Uber to his place not too far from yours. His roommate was home, but he had been locked up in his room the entire time Namjoon had gotten back. He figured he was already sound asleep, so he had you quietly come up the steps, his hand holding onto yours as you tippy-toed past his roommate's door.

"Fuck, finally. What a journey." He says, shutting his door.

"You're so dramatic."

"Says the one who was like we'll see." He mocks you, batting his eyelashes and tilting his head to the side.

"Shut up. Where's your list of comedy stand-ups, huh?" He plops on his bed, patting the empty space next to him.

"Right here." He opens his macbook. "This is where all the magic happens."

"Ah, yes. The comedy stand-ups and the porn, right?"

"Yup, especially the porn." You laugh as you playfully shove him aside. He actually begins to play Dave Chapelle's Sticks and Stones, his cute laugh already erupting and echoing throughout his room. You couldn't help but laugh yourself, your body sinking closer to his. Feeling his body against yours had the heat pooling in your core, wanting more from him while you were here. "I can't believe he—" He turns to look at you, your gaze still kept on him. "What?"

"Namjoon, I know this isn't the only thing you were thinking about tonight." You say, almost at a whisper.

"It's not, but I don't wanna disrespect you in any way." He says, in typical Namjoon fashion. You shake your head, your hand on his chest as you slightly push yourself up.

"Handle me." He simply looks at you as you nod. "Handle me like you would, all bullshit aside." He hesitates a bit, his face edging closer to yours.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. We've established that we're grown, right? Show me." You say breathily. As soon as it slips your mouth, Namjoon shoves his laptop aside to wrap his strong arms around you, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso. He gently lays you on his bed as he keeps his lips locked onto yours. The kiss becomes messy, your tongue continuously pushing against his, the sounds of wet kisses now filling his room. You moan into his mouth as he fiddles to remove your joggers, catching a glimpse of him finally removing them and tossing it across his neatly organized room. You pulled away for a quick second to remove his shirt before he removed yours, your hands trailing down his beautiful chest.

"Fuck, taking this off." He says, aggressively unhooking your bra and throwing it off to the side to be an eyesore along with your sweats lying on the floor. You giggle as he begins to kiss down your neck and jawline, then welcoming himself to your breasts. He plays with your nipples, his thumb toying with it and gently pinching. You let out a hiss as you feel his tongue flicking around your nipples one by one, his breath causing cold air to linger on them. You watch as he begins to suck on the skin of your breasts, leaving purple-ish marks on either boob.

"Ohhhhshit." You bite onto your bottom lip, so fucking turned on by him and his ways. He makes his way down to your panties, giving your clothed clit a kiss before shoving your panties aside and licking a strip upwards. "Ahhhhh, Namjoon." You breathe.

"Uh huh?" He says, lowering his mouth onto your clit, sucking as his tongue caressed it slowly at the same time. His mouth and tongue are continuing to work in tandem while he slips in two digits, working them in and out to stretch you out.

"Yeah, like that." You moan, your hand is gripping his hair tightly as you jut your hip upwards. Namjoon does a good job holding you down, even as your high approaches. "Ughhhhhhgggfuck!" Your words mesh together as you try to jut your hips upwards once more before you feel yourself unraveling under his grip. You tremble as you coat his fingers, moaning loudly and not giving a damn about his sleeping roommate anymore.

"Shhh, my roommate." He chuckles as he towers over you, careful not to put all his body weight on yours.

"I'm sorry but, gohhhhd." You whine. "Please just fuck me, I wanna feel you." He bites onto his bottom lip, watching you twirl your tongue around his wet digits and suck on them, giving yourself a good taste of your pussy.

"Stop." He tilts his head back and shakes his head. "You're gonna make me cum just doing that."

"What's wrong with that?"

"I haven't gotten to feel you, yet. That's what." He says as he removes his beautifully long and thick hardened member from his boxers, his sweats dropping to the floor from his ankles. He pumps himself a few times before he taps it against your folds, teasing you with his tip as he slides it up and down.

"Namjoon, I swear—" You arch your back, feining for more.

"You swear, or what?" He asks playfully, his tip the first to slowly enter inside of you. Your breathing hitches the deeper he goes in, literally having you question whether or not you were gonna be able to take him. "You okay?" You nod silently as you try to position yourself comfortably on him, Namjoon letting out a small groan as he feels you fully envelope him from wall to wall. He starts slow, making sure you were comfortable before he begins to pick up his pace. You grip the sheets as he begins to get aggressive with you, his headboard endlessly knocking on his wall.

He apparently doesn't give a fuck about his roommate either. And here he was, shushing you.

You begin to moan his name loudly, feeling the high approaching you once again.

"Y/N." He whispers, chuckling. He [politely] throws his pillow onto your head, signaling for you to hold onto it and scream into it if need be. Which, you do. "Fuuuck Y/N, you're so hot." He moans under his breath as his thrusts are fast, the sound of skin pounding against skin bouncing off of his walls.

"Joon, I'm cumming again." You moan into the pillow as he slows his thrusts for you, letting out breathy moans as he feels you constricting around him.

"Turn around." He says, you quickly obeying, shooting your ass up with your face down. You wiggle your ass onto his dick, causing him to slightly hiss. He inserts his tip in but allows you to sink onto him yourself. "Godddddamn." He moans as you begin to move your body up and down on his dick, cream lathering the top of it like icing. He gives your ass a good smack, the heat pooling to the area quickly. One hand grips your hips, while the other grips your hair and slightly tugs on it as he takes control and thrusts into you.

"Fuck! Namjoon." You groan as he pulls your hair. Your ass is bouncing off of him, the pain turning into pleasure. Your mouth is agape, no sounds being able to escape as he pounds into you.

"Shit Y/N, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want me to cum?"

"Backshot." You simply say, Joon fully understanding. With the last couple of thrusts, you find yourself constricting around him again, body getting weak and trembling back down into the sheets. His hand pushes your head into the mattress while the other pulls out and pumps his hardened dick, lathering your back in his load. You feel him almost collapse onto you, his hand holding onto your hip as he regulates his breathing.

"Fuck, I am so sorry." He says, grabbing a tissue to wipe your back.

"Why are you sorry?" You laugh as you turn over afterwards.

"It just makes me feel bad, I feel like I'm marking my territory or something."

"I meaaaaaaan." You say, Namjoon's eyes going straight to your breasts.

"Agh fuck, Y/N." He says, feeling bad as he slips on his clothes before handing you yours.

"It's not a big deal.

"I just want you to know that I do value you more than just my territory or whatever that means." He shakes his head. "Fuck, I just mean I value you more than that, okay?" You giggle.

"You're fine, Joon." He smiles toothlessly as he nods, feeling accomplished having gotten his point across.

"So, more comedy stand ups?"

"Boy, you wore me out. I'm going to sleep."

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back, gonna grab us water. Can I get you anything else?"

"No, thank you." You smile as he shuts his door. You check your phone from your night stand seeing that your friends had finally texted you back.

[yoongi] 2:47am: woops, shit hahahah did you still need it?

[yoongi] 2:47am: and fuck off ok, what if i was getting some?

[jin] 2:49am: he's not. we're not. we just finished playing phasmaphobia thats why we responded late

[yoongi] 2:49am: youre an ass kisser seokjin

[jin] 2:50am: i think y/n is already at namjoons

[yoongi] 2:51am: better tell us about it tomorrow bro @ y/n

[jin] 2:52am: have fun be safe

[y/n] 3:30am: you guys get home from the club and play phasmaphobia? thats why you guys get none

[jin] 3:31am: r u at namjoons or not, this wasnt even about us

[y/n] 3:32am: yes and just got dicked down like the world was ending tomorrow

[yoongi] 3:33am: .........

[yoongi] 3:33am: .......................

[jin] 3:34am: 'whyyyyy does it have to be me' she said

[jin] 3:34am: dick mustve gotten your tongue now

[y/n] 3:35am: Error: 404. This number could not be reached at this time. Try again later.

[jin] 3:36am: lmfao weak, you'll hear from us later today missy

You chuckled to yourself as you heard Namjoon nearing the door. Suddenly, you hear another door open, his roommate's voice faintly echoing in the hallway.

"Dude, can you and your girl be any louder?"

"Sorry Hobi, I thought you were asleep."

"That's the thing, I was." Namjoon laughs.

"Oh shit, my bad. We'll keep it down next time." You watched as he nodded before closing the door. You laughed silently as he handed you a water bottle, scooting himself next to you.

"Yeah Namjoon, be quiet next time."

"Me? You had a pillow and you were still loud."

"Not my fault. Didn't even know you had it in you." You teased.

"What's that even supposed to mean?" He scoffed before gently tickling you.

"It's just, I thought you were forgetting about your little crush on me."

"Want me to show you again?"

"I'm sleep, bye." You laughed as you turned over, your ass comfortably touching his leg while he laid next to you and watched his show.

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Tangled The Series Survey Results

The anniversary is nigh, the polls are closed, and the results are in. You wanted to hear the answers, so here we go.

We got a 187 responses, which is a good chunk of viewers, however this is of course a small sampling of the fandom at large and results should be taken with a grain of salt at that.

Question 1: Strongest Season

Season One was the run away winner here with 144 votes.

After a late start Season Two snagged second place with 25 votes.

And Season Three came in last place with only 18 votes.

Question 2: Weakest Season

Despite gaining second place in the last question though, Season Two still wound up being crowned the worst season over all by 91 votes.

Season Three however wasn’t far behind with 84 votes

Most surprisingly however was that 12 people claimed that Season One was their least favorite. But hey, that’s what keeps things interesting.

Question 3: Best Episode

Queen for a Day scored an early lead and never was really challenged for most of the vote, finishing with a comfortable 53 votes.

Secret of the Sun Drop took a little longer to catch up but soon settled into second place in the last half with 31 votes.

Third place was a tougher competition, but The Alchemist Returns finally won out with just 18 votes.

Meanwhile, both What the Hair!? and Cassandra's Revenge tied for runner up at 12 votes a piece, beating out Rapunzel and the Great Tree by only one vote.

From there every other episode scored less than ten points.

Question 4: Worst Episode

The ‘worst’ list was a far more unpredictable race. Plus Est En Vous finally ‘won’ out at the very tail end with only 28 votes.

Once a Handmaiden came in second place with only 22 votes for comparison.

Most surprising to me personally though was There's Something About Hook Foot was taking third place with 19 votes. And it stayed there nearly the whole running.

No Time Like the Past gets a dishonorable mention as the runner up with 17 votes.

The only other notable contender was Tale of Two Sisters finishing at 12 votes, everything else got less then ten nominations.

Question 5: Most Watched Short

Hairpocalypse is the clear winner of this one with 48 votes.

Shorty Theme Song Takeover came in second place with 33 votes.

Make Me Smile won in third place with 20 votes, though it took a while for it to climb up there.

Meanwhile the runner up place ended in a three way tie between, Prison Bake, Snowball, and Hairdon't. They all gained 17 votes each, and together they beat out Lunar Lunacy which finished with 11 votes.

Everything else had less then ten votes.

Question 6: Least Watched Short

Bizarrely enough, the second most watched short is somehow also the least watched short at 67 votes. I don’t know what this says about Shorty Theme Song Takeover but it sure says something.

Goatee Don't came in a comfortable second place with 24 votes.

While, once again, the most watched short is also somehow the third least watched short with Hairpocalypse ending with 15 votes. Man, these shorts are decisive aren’t they?

Checkmate ‘wins’ runner up with 14 votes beating out Prison Bake which only had 11 votes. I guess people don’t like film noir parodies?

All the other shorts got either ten votes or less.

Question 7: Favorite Main Character

I let the show decide who was and who wasn’t a main character by whoever it deemed important enough to get a spot in the journal during one of the three season openers.

With that said, it should perhaps come as no surprise that Varian ran away with this category from the start and never slowed down, ending with 148 votes. That’s a 148 people out of 187 responses, and you could only vote once. Nobody else ever stood a chance.

Second place was a much tighter race because of this and Cassandra barely won out with only 14 votes, beating out Eugene by one single point. Leaving our fave thief in third with 13 points.

Rapunzel was the runner up with only 8 points.

Finally, Adria gained two votes, while both Lance and Edmund got one vote each, and no one else even placed.

Question 8: Least Favorite Main Character

Least Favorite was a closer vote by comparison but not by much. King Frederic still walked away as the biggest loser with 70 votes.

Cassandra, ironically, wins second again with 32 votes. Making her both everyone’s second favorite and second least favorite simultaneously.

Hookfoot comes in third with 28 votes. Which perhaps shouldn’t surprise me as much as it does, but it does.

While Rapunzel also lands the runner up position again with 19 votes, and she winds up sharing this spot with Shorty who also gained 19 votes.

The only other real contender was Zhan Tiri who finished at 15 votes.

Eugene, Lance, Queen Arianna, and Angry all got single vote nominations and no one else placed.

Question 9: The Greatest Villain

Once again, I was going off of the series’ definition of who was and wasn’t a villain so don’t @ me if your fav is on the list.

With out of the way, our boi, Varian, took the top spot again with 102 votes. That’s still over half the votes.

Mother Gothel won second place with 23 votes.

It was a close race between her and Lady Caine, who finished in third with 19 votes.

Zhan Tiri finally dethroned Andrew at the very end, securing the runner up spot with 9 votes while he finished with only 7.

Interestingly Hector and his fellow Brainwashed Brotherhood tied with 6 votes each and may have sadly cannibalized each other out of winning anything.

Everyone else who placed only got one or two votes. This includes King Trevor, Matthews, The Mirror Monsters, Cassandra, the rest of the Separatists of Saporia, The Baron, Stalyan, Captain Creighton, and Herz Der Sonne's Undead Army.

Question 10: The Lamest Villain

Despite winning fourth place in the greatest running, Zhan Tiri was still voted in as the lamest villain in the series by 44 votes. But it wasn’t a run away competition by any means.

Cassandra battled it out with her for the top spot all polling long, and only took second by three points less. That’s 41 votes folks.

King Trevor sadly came in third with 15 responses. Some people just don’t have good taste :P

And Dale took the runner up spot with 12 points, beating out Dwayne by only one point.

Meanwhile everyone else duked it out in a fairly even fight, many tieing in at 6, 5, 4, and 3 votes a piece in clusters. It would be far too many to list out.

More notably is the only two characters who never placed at all in this category, Varian and Lady Caine.

Question 11: Most Liked Supporting Character

Not a very exciting round. Everyone settled into their respective places early on and didn’t really change through out.

Ruddiger took first place with 53 votes.

Hector came in second with 30 votes.

Quirin placed third with 18 votes.

While Cap and Xavier tied for runner up with 13 votes each.

Everyone else who placed received less than ten votes.

Question 12: Most Disliked Supporting Character

This dishonorable title fell to Nigel with 38 votes. He took the top spot near the beginning and was never toppled, though many tried.

Both Hook Hand and Calliope came in second with 19 votes each, which genuinely surprised me. I know they’re not fan favorites, but this is the first I heard of them being this disliked.

Madame Canardist took third with 18 votes, only one vote less than our second place ‘winners’.

Alfons and the Lorbs started off strong in second place but fell to the runner up position by the end, finishing with 16 votes.

From there the vote sort of split int two halves of ‘the over ten votes crowd’ and ‘the three and under group’. Some interesting stuff here, but I don’t have time to list them all out.

Question 13: The One Off or Background Character That You Wish Got More Screen Time

I kind of flubbed this one because I originally forgot to add Varian’s mom to the list. I went back and added it in as soon as I realized but not before people started a write in campaign for her. Regardless ‘Ulla’ (or whatever you want to call her) still won even without the write ins at 39 votes. If you count the ‘write ins’ that number jumps to 42 votes.

It was still a close race however as Eugene’s Mother got second place with 38 votes, and was in the lead for most of the voting period. I guess Tangled the Series fans wants more moms in their media.

The Saporians scored third place with 23 votes.

And The Princesses of the Seven Kingdoms won the runner up spot with 16 votes, beating out Willow by only two points.

Everyone else that placed scored less than ten votes each.

Question 14: The One Off or Background Character That You Wish Didn't Exist

Brock Thunderstrike took the lead on this one almost at once and never really let go, despite this one being the most contested contests out them all. Now that’s saying something. What exactly, I don’t know, but it’s sure is saying something. However only 28 people are saying it out of 187 soo....

Second place goes to Doctor St. Croix with nearly half that many votes. That’s 18 for those too tried to math at the moment, like myself.

He only beat out Little Big Guy by one point, who ‘wins’ third with 17 votes.

Willow slides into the runner up place with just 16 points. I told you this was a tight race. She beats out Captain Creighton, who once held second place early on and then slowly fell away, ending with just 12 votes.

Everyone else received 10 votes or under, and I do indeed mean everyone.. including myself apparently.

Haters are such funny people.

Question 15: Rate the Show

And finally it’s time to rate the show itself and I’ll just list off all the options and what they got on this one.

71 people rated the show a 3 out of 5, with a three being described as “The series swings wildly between great and awful in equal measure. It's hard to judge because of this”

57 people rated the series a 2 out of 5, with two being described as “ Some flaws, but there's more good stuff than bad.”

44 people gave the show a 4 out 5; with a four being described as “ It's mostly bad, but it has it's worthwhile moments and there's some interesting aspects to it.”

Only 9 people voted for a 1 out 5, the highest ranking which is described as “ Greatest Show Ever! Hardly any flaws.”

And lastly 6 people gave it the 5 out of 5; which in this ranking system is the worst and is described as “One of the worst things I've ever seen. The show has very few redeeming qualities.”

And for those who are curious, I’m one of the 44 who voted 4th place.

So that’s it. It’s been fun, and perhaps next year we can do this again with an even larger pool of voters.

#tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #tangled

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Blackpink HC / One Shots: Enemies to Lovers, College AU (1/2)

Requested: Yes

Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering, Rivalry, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! Anon, I assume you wanted to see each individual relationship with the girls and not OT4 x Reader. If not, I apologize, but I hope you enjoy this regardless.

This post includes Jisoo and Jennie. If you would like to see Rosé and Lisa's, click the link below.

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Jisoo

Kim Jisoo: The girl at the top of her class, breezing through her school years with little competition whatsoever. She was used to winning, and anyone that ever tried to challenge her eventually gave up.

You: Also used to being at the top of your class, you were the first person to actually give Jisoo a run for her money. You didn't shy away when challenged by her, and that took her aback.

Your rivalry was one rooted in academics.

When a new project was assigned and you were allowed to choose your teammates, everyone would flock to the two of you in hopes of getting picked.

Bragging rights were awarded to whoever had the longest line of people.

Impatiently waiting to see who scored higher on tests.

Rubbing it in when you did better, and vice versa.

"Ha! Take that, Jisoo. I got a 98."

"Don't get cocky, Y/N. I beat you by 6 points last week."

"Yeah, yeah," you brush her off. "Look who's on top now." You hold your paper up, smiling when she rolls her eyes.

Other competitions were held, and even the teachers caught on and would adjust their lessons accordingly.

"Class, today we'll be having a set of one on one debates, and an anonymous vote will determine the winner of each. The person who defends their opinion the most effectively will win. Jisoo and Y/N, you're up first."

Although losing was always annoying, it made you respect each other a little more.

You both loathed and revered each other, though you'd never let that secret out.

Fighting for the best scholarships and rankings.

Constant bickering and one liners in class

"Should I go ahead and apologize now, or is it okay to wait?"

"Apoligize for what?"

"Ending your career."

*unintelligible mumbling*

"What was that, Y/N?" Jisoo inquires, cocking her head to the side as she narrows her eyes at you.

"I said: you're going down."

She scoffs at that, unaffected. "Please, I'd like to see you try."

You ended up winning that day, and she was all *surprised pikachu*

School would always be interesting and eventful with her

Pretty much everyone else can tell that you have a thing for one another, but the two of you remain oblivious.

Turning Point

Both of you joined the academic team when you enrolled, which meant that you'd be going toe to toe with other school teams in pursuit of the winning title.

On one of your overnight field trips to face off against another school, you were assigned to the same hotel room.

"Mrs. Wilson, I can't stay with her--" You walk down the hotel hallway behind your instructor, hoping she'll see your point. Her reasoning for putting you together on the roster is beyond you.

"Y/N, it's only for a night. You know we can't afford to give all of you individual rooms; our budget's already small." She reasons, eventually turning towards you when she reaches the elevator.

"Alright," you relent with a sigh, putting your hands up.

What she says next surprises you. "Who knows, you might enjoy it." A knowing look shines in her eye, and a small smirk threatens to tug at her features.

The elevator dings just as you go to question her about it, and she bids you farewell before heading in.

You can do this, Y/N. It's just one night; how bad can it be? You ask yourself, taking your sweet time in going back to the room.

---

An Hour Later

In an attempt to kill some time and recover from the fatigue your long road trip brought on, you've been trying to relax and take a nap. In fashion with your typical luck, though, Jisoo is making that nearly impossible.

"Jisoo, turn it down!" You groan, tossing a pillow at her head. She sits on the loveseat at the foot of your bed, completely fixated on the images flashing before her eyes as she plays her video game.

"Shhh, stop distracting me." She says over her shoulder, making you huff.

You value your pride too much to ask nicely, so you suck it up and stick it out for a little while longer. When she lets out a loud shout a few minutes later, though, you've reached the end of your patience.

Wordlessly, you get out of bed and stomp over to the TV, standing directly in front of it.

"Y/N, move! I'll lose!"

You stay there with your arms crossed, and are soon rewarded by the game's voiceover announcing: "Game over."

She huffs and sets her controller down, clearly upset.

"Sucks when people don't listen, huh?" You challenge, still mad that you've been denied a proper nap for so long. Every time you'd be right on the cusp of being drug under, slipping in and out of glorious slumber, she'd do something to ruin it. You're cranky now, and being petty seems like a just punishment for her.

"I can't believe you did that," she shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "That was the championship match!"

"Oh well," you shrug, a smirk tugging at your lips at that new piece of info. Perhaps justice has been served after all.

With one more warning glance at her to tell her not to do it again, you go back to the bed and get comfy, settling under the warm blankets.

---

30 Minutes Later

"ON YOUR RIGHT, ABOUT TO ROUND THE CORNER!" Jisoo bellows out, smirking when she feels you stir behind her. You scowl, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

"Jisoo, I swear to God," you grumble, feeling the irritation rise in you all over again. You get up again and approach her, but she has a plan this time. In one fluid motion, she sticks her foot out in front of you, making you stumble and fall to the ground.

"What the--" as you prepare to reprimand her, you see something out of your peripheral. Aided by your new perspective, you spot the remote controller on the coffee table right in front of you, just an arm's length away.

When Jisoo notices that you haven't screamed at her yet, she looks down and realizes her mistake. A dramatic moment passes where you both lock eyes, before immediately diving for the remote. You manage to get to it first, quickly hugging it close to your body and rolling away from her. She pounces a second later, reaching her hands around you to pry it from your grip.

"Give it back, Y/N!"

"No!"

You writhe underneath her until she manages to get the upper hand, straddling your hips in an attempt to pin you down. She sits back on her knees, gazing down at you as your chests heave from the effort you've exerted.

"Give it." She commands, holding her hand out expectantly.

You shake your head, amused that she thought that would be enough to sway you. "No."

"Then you leave me no choice." Her hands dart forward to your abdomen, and she begins tickling you mercilessly in order to make you surrender. Calls for her to cease her assault struggle past your lips, but you know it's futile. She's a determined person just like you, and she won't stop until she gets what she wants.

So, after taking a second to think of a way out of your predicament, a brilliant idea pops into your head.

You finally let her pry your arms open, smirking when she cheers and claims victory. In one fluid motion, just as she had done before, you wrap your leg around one of hers and flip her onto her back before leaning down to kiss her. She tenses up at first, but her hands end up working their way to your hips as her lips begin to move against yours.

Your plan is backfiring a bit; you only intended to shock her and buy yourself time to steal the remote back -- you never thought you'd actually enjoy the feeling of her kiss. You tilt your head to the side to get a better angle and slowly skim your hand down to hers, where the device is tightly clutched. Her other hand has come up to your jaw, which she's gently guiding as she steals another kiss from your lips.

Her distracted state made it easy to get what you were after, and soon -- much too soon for Jisoo's liking -- you pull away with a victorious smile. She doesn't know what to say; in all honesty, she's almost forgotten how to breathe with the way you kissed her senseless.

"I win." You grin, hopping off of her and shutting the TV off before crawling back into the bed. She stays in that same position for a couple minutes, laying on the floor as she tries to sort through what the hell just happened. She can't even be upset right now; she brings her fingertips to her lips, skimming them over the heart-shaped pillows as she smiles.

The Fallout

Things were a little tense when you shared the bed that night

Anytime you'd roll over and readjust your head on the pillow in your sleep, unknowingly positioning your lips dangerous close to hers, her heartbeat would pick up and she'd have to roll over again

You pretended to be asleep when she scooted back against you, pressing herself against your front in search of the heat that your body provided. You brought an arm around her, enclosing her in a soft embrace that had her blushing crimson

Subtle flirting at the competition the next day

Sticking up for each other when one of the other teams got a little rude

"Hey, don't talk about her like that!" Jisoo warns, glaring at the student from your rival school. His uniform is mussed and unkempt, leaving it as no surprise that he was the one to say such a thing.

"Why do you care?" He laughs back, spurred on as his friends snicker along.

The question catches her off guard; just days ago, she was the one bantering with you and testing your limits. Now though, when someone else is taking it too far, she can't help but feel angry. "Because she's my teammate. Now knock it off or I'll report you to your dean for unsportsmanlike behavior."

He scoffs, but eventually opts to grumble out another insult and turn away, nursing his bruised ego.

"Thanks, Chu." You quietly say, having witnessed the whole encounter from the row behind her. A small smile tugs at your lips at her actions, warming your heart.

"No problem, Y/N. But you'd better help me beat him; I'm not losing to that idiot." You laugh and agree, shaking her hand to seal your pact. She tries not to get too caught up on the smoothness of your skin or how it reminds her of last night, but her brain doesn't listen.

Needless to say, you beat them.

Your team stopped by a nice restaurant on the way back home for a celebratory dinner

Jisoo sat beside you

Cue the blushing and quiet flirting

It's a new side of her that you're not used to seeing. Now, instead of being all hardcore and witty, a simple look from you can make her blush

It doesn't always, though; sometimes she grows bold and lays a hand on your thigh for a moment, laughing at something you said

It's giving very much so gay panic™️, but you wouldn't trade it for the world

After the dinner, you go back to the bus and sit in your seats (which aren't together, surprisingly).

As you scroll through your phone, you get a text from Jisoo. Attached to the message is an invitation to one of her favorite mobile games.

"Hey, Y/N. Will you be my player 2? 🎮"

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Jennie

Jennie Kim: The girl who practically ran the school, always getting her way and never having to lift a finger. She was royalty: the queen bee sat atop her throne, giving orders to the masses that they followed blindly. The whole situation seemed straight out of a poorly-written teenage movie, and it always annoyed you.

You: The girl who stuck to herself, only having a close group of friends that she talked to. You weren't popular, per se, but you weren't cursed to exist at the bottom of the food chain, either. Many people knew you, but you only associated with a select few.

You avoid the "popular" crowd a majority of the time, opting to spend spare time in between classes in the library or outside, doing homework

Jennie is the type of person that has people lined up, waiting for her to ask them to do hers for her. She gets to skip class and do whatever she wants, and she usually takes advantage of that.

She's never been mean to you directly, but you've seen her and her posse pick on people in typical mean girl fashion

You've never noticed the way that she usually targets people who've said bad things about you. She sticks up for you without you even knowing.

So, as you would expect, when your best friend called you and begged you to accompany her to one of the biggest parties of the year (hosted by none other than Jennie's brother), you were definitely surprised. Neither of you are the type to go to anything like that, but you know that she secretly wants to peek into that world of luxury.

"Pleaaaaase, Y/N? I'll do your laundry for a month."

"Fine."

The Turning Point

Your stylish boots crunch lightly against the concrete as you stand outside of the frat house, grimacing when you notice a boy stumble to the side of the house and get sick.

"We might have to bump that offer up to two months," you say to your friend, leaning onto her car as she checks her makeup in the side mirror.

"If it keeps you here for an hour or so, then fine." She smiles, taking your hand and leading you towards the building. Upon opening the door you're immediately greeted by waves of the strong bass of whatever song is playing. Their rhythmic thumps reverberate around the house, and you choose to seek some semblance of peace and quiet by heading to the kitchen. Your friend comes with, and the two of you push your way to the drink bar for refreshments.

"Thanks again for coming along, Y/N/N. You're the best." She leans into you, saying the phrase loud enough for you to hear over the music.

"I know," you hold your head up higher, self-assured. "You'd better go find Benji before things get too wild," you tell her, taking note of how the crowd is quickly growing in size. Benji, her longtime crush, is the only reason you really agreed to tag along; she's been head over heels for him for as long as you've known her, and you see this as the perfect opportunity for her to finally tell him. She needed some backup, and you always come through for your friends.

"Alright, I'll come find you later," she says, nervously smiling as she kisses your cheek as a farewell. You shout encouragement to her retreating figure, grinning wildly when you see her throw her hand up in the air.

Considering you made a drink for her just then before sending her off, you take the time now to make one for yourself. Your hands skim through the air overtop of the different bottles, searching for your favorite flavors and types to mix. As you go to reach across the table for one of them, disaster strikes.

You gasp as cold liquid lands on your shoulder, following gravity's command and rushing down your back and chest. A flurry of apologies follows suit, and you feel a soft hand on the small of your back as you go to turn around.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," Jennie says, covering her mouth in shock. For a moment you're worried that she was dared to do this -- that perhaps her friends sent her off to ruin your outfit and embarrass you. When you find sincere regret in her deep brown eyes, though, all of those worries melt away.

"It's alright," you assure her, shaking your arms to get rid of some of the sticky drink that's trailed its way down. You set your half-filled cup on the table, no longer interested in getting anymore now.

"At least let me wash the shirt for you. I have a coat you can wear while its getting clean."

You furrow your brows at the offer, not expecting that from her. Not only has she apologized, which is practically unheard of from the prima donna, but she's willing to do something for another person?

"Uh, okay." You do your best to mask the confusion in your tone, but it's still plain to see.

"Follow me," she politely instructs, leading you down the hall towards what you assume is the laundry room.

She flips the light on and shuts the door behind you, walking into the closet to search for the spare set of close she keeps here.

When she emerges again, fluffy coat in hand, she begins stumbling over the words she was about about to say. Her eyes land on you, taking in the expanse of exposed skin now that you've stripped off the shirt you were wearing. She can't help but admire the sight; she subconsciously bites her lip, only being brought back to reality when you wave your hand in front of her face.

"Hello? Earth to Jennie?"

"What?" She eventually asks, shaking her head to rid herself of the thoughts swarming in it. She's always had a sort of thing for you, but she never imagined you could look that good. It should be a crime.

"I asked if you have a bathroom around here, so I can, ya know... wash up a bit. Whatever you had to drink is pretty sticky." You chuckle, moving your arm to show her how far it's spread.

"This room over here," she says, approaching a door on the wall opposite you, "is actually a bathroom. Convenient, right?" She asks, flipping the light on for you.

"Absolutely," you perk up, glad to know that you won't have to strut down the hall in your sports bra to get to a bathroom.

She steps to the side and pushes the door open for you, nearly melting when you give her a little wave and shut it behind yourself. She's got it bad.

She takes your shirt and throws it in the washer before setting the knobs correctly, knowing the best combos by heart. She and her brother are close, so it's not uncommon for her to come by and help him with chores when he gets swamped.

A few minutes later you come out of the bathroom clean and dry, nervously fidgeting with your hands as she turns to look at you again. Having the Jennie Kim looking at you in such a way and having her so close is a bit overwhelming, and you're not exactly sure how to deal with it.

"Here," she says, reaching around you to slide her jacket onto your arms. Her face hovers dangerously close to yours as she does, making you hold your breath in anticipation. She pulls the jacket closed, adjusting it so that it lays right, and you look into her eyes.

"Thanks, Jen."

Her heart speeds up at the nickname, though she tries not to show it.

"No problem, sweet thing." She flirts, taking you aback.

Just as you go to say something more, the door blasts open and a couple of her friends pop in. "There you are Jennie! What are you-- oh," they say, watching as the two of you spring apart.

When they realize who you are, they laugh among themselves. "What're you doing in here with her?" They ask, looking you up and down before ultimately appearing unimpressed. Jennie glances at you again, and you can see her going through some sort of inner turmoil.

"Thank God you guys showed up; she won't quit talking. I was just about to leave." She laughs, regaining the bitchy aura that she's known for. You set your jaw and nod, remembering why you choose to stay away from people like them.

"Wow, Jennie. You really had me fooled," you bite back, a bit shocked, but not surprised. You keep your eyes on hers as you take her jacket off and let it drop to the floor in front of her, grabbing a spare towel from the hamper on your way out the door. Her friends scoff at you, wondering what such a nobody like you thinks they're doing treating Jennie like that. You brush past them and send her one last look, conveying all the emotions you feel with a mere glance.

She's disappointed in herself, and she hangs her head as the girls scoop the designer material up and hand it to her.

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45 Minutes Later

Just 15 more minutes, Y/N; totally doable. You reason with yourself. Jennie left the laundry room soon after you, leaving it vacant for you to put your shirt in the dryer and retrieve it when it was done. Now, clad in the warm material, you sit outside by the fire. Stars are shining brightly in the night sky, illuminating it so beautifully that your mind is taken off of what happened. They twinkle for you, and the sight puts you at ease.

What has that pleasant feeling dissipating in a second, however, is the sound of Jennie's voice as she exits the patio door.

She's talking to her friends about some boy that's in love with her, as the whole school seems to be, and you roll your eyes. With the moment officially ruined, you decide to head back into the house and spend the rest of your sentence there.

Once you stand up from your seat and turn around to take your leave, her friends notice you. "Jesus, you're really obsessed, aren't you? Are you following her or something?" One of them, a snarky blonde from earlier, asks.

You laugh at that. "Hardly," you glance at Jennie, though she avoids eye contact. "I'm sure you'd like that, though. Give you something to talk about other than your split ends." She reels back at your boldness, prepared to start a fight.

"You bitc--"

"Stop," Jennie finally steps in, cutting the girl off. She moves between the two of you, putting a hand on your chest and looking into your eyes.

"Jennie, I don't know what her problem is," the blonde squeaks out, trying to defend her actions.

"The problem doesn't lie with her," she tells her, leaving her puzzled. Jennie continues, "I lied earlier; I'm the one who invited her to the laundry room because I spilled my drink on her." You narrow your eyes at her following her statement, wondering where she's going with this.

"We probably would've kissed, too, if you hadn't walked in."

Your heart speeds up a little at that, but you're still hurt by what she did earlier. Having her be one way with you in private and another in public is never a good sign.

"I'm done with you guys. You turn me into something I'm not," she looks between the small following that's accrued, letting them know how she's been feeling for the past bit. The majority of them are stuck up and entitled, and seeing the hurt in your eyes put things into perspective for her. She likes you, and she wants to be better because of that.

"I don't understand, Jennie," one of them asks, sounding like she's on the brink of tears. Are these people really that invested? You know the hierarchy of popularity is confusing, but they make it seem like she's breaking up with them.

"We're not friends anymore. Not until you get your heads out of your asses and start being nicer."

The crowd clearly doesn't know how to react at her sudden change in attitude, but they mutter out various responses before some of them break away.

You look down at her and glance to the house, wordlessly telling her to follow you so that you can have a moment alone to talk. You lead her over to the patio and stand against the wall.

"I'm sorry," she says, sounding relieved to finally get the words out. Her previous actions have been weighing heavily on her, and she's been doing some introspection. It's not entirely all of a sudden, though; she's been questioning why she still hangs out with them for a while now. This encounter just confirmed her desire to leave them.

"I shouldn't have lied like that. I know it hurt you." She looks away, feeling disappointed again.

"Yeah, it definitely wasn't fun to have my crush talk about me like that." You nod, shoving your hands into your pockets.

"Crush?" Her head raises up, doing a terrible job of concealing the hopefulness she feels blossoming.

"Crush." You lightly smile at the way she blushes at your simple confirmation. She's too adorable for her own good; it's really no wonder than she has everyone on their knees for her.

"Thank you for apologizing," you say after a moment, nudging her shoulder gently. "It's more than your posse usually gives, so I appreciate it. You'd better mean it, though." You cock your head at her expectantly, a hint of warning in your tone.

"You have my word," she smiles, determined to make sure the opportunity you're giving her doesn't go to waste.

The Fallout

In the following weeks, she cut ties with more and more toxic people, causing a bit more drama to stir up, but she didn't care. You were by her side through all of it, as were your friends, and she saw what true community looks like. She had so many people at her beck and call back then, but none of them cared as much as your close knit group. They were in it because of her status, not because of her.

Walking her to class

Both of you sticking up for each other if people try to start stuff

Helping her correct her bad habits if she starts to get judgemental with someone or slips back into her old ways

Being patient with her

Her spoiling you randomly to show how thankful she is for you

"Miss L/N, we have a Candy Gram for you. Sent by Jennie Kim." A staff member says upon entering the classroom, walking the package over to you. You grin widely as you open the note attached to it.

"Come see me after class, Y/N/N. I have something for you."

You were excited for the rest of class

You rode your bike back to her dorm, parking it outside before knocking on the door.

"Hey, Jendeukie. What do you have for--"

You're abruptly cut off by her lips pressing against yours as her hands pull you in, turning you to mush. You sink into her arms and kiss back, reveling in the feeling of finally having this moment with her. You've been waiting for it ever since the party.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," she softly admits, resting her forehead against yours. "I hope I didn't overstep." You can hear the nervousness in her voice, and you smile at how cute she is.

"Quite the opposite, actually. Come here," you pull her in again, lifting her up into your arms as you walk into her dorm. She squeals at the sudden move, but the sound is quickly muffled as you lean in to kiss her again.

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le4ftea · 4 years

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BNHA Boys Scenario in Amoung us.

Fluff, Imposter x crewmate, protecting, sacrifice,blood warning,gore,Gender neutral reader, some sad parts,kisses or hugs(depending on who it is.),villian like I guess,yandere.

I'm in love with Amoung us. Honestly. So this is many bnha/mha boys if they were the Imposter, and you were a crewmate. I'll take request for more characters but for now I'll just do the dekusquad.

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Izuku Midoriya

Midoriya had killed two people already. Smirking down at Kaminari's corpse, blood pooling out of him as he whimpered in pain.

He jumped into the medbay vent and vented out into electrical.

Without realizing that you were fixing wires in there.

You gasped at his sudden presence and blood splatter on his helmet.

Your hands trembling, you slowly wipe the splash of blood from his view.

The gentleness you showed him was very unexpected do to the law of finding out someone was not a crewmate. He thought you would run away trying to tell everyone he was an imposter.

His heart jumped in awe, wanting to keep you safe from any harm.

He hugged you in a comforting way, holding tight to you as if you would slip at any given moment.

You both walked with one another, hand in hand. You did your task but also made sure it was near someone, so he could kill them.

He would always giggle gently when you would help him clean up, washing his gear and making sure his health was fine.

He was in love with you. Never wanting to harm you or leave you.

Until he did.

Oh how stupid he was, he left you in reactor for a second. To kill someone in security.

Only to come back with you being held by the neck, half your body on the floor.

The second imposter killed you with no mercy.

Momo turned to face Midoriya, only to be shot in the stomach.

Rage filling his heart and eye sight going red. He was cold.

His bones ached and his heart throbbed, the pain was the most painful thing in the world.

He gently picked up your upper half and crests it with the softest touch, his body shaking with sadness.

Whimpers and sobs echoed in the room.

"Its okay...I'm here now. You are safe, I promise." He whispered to your lifeless body, your face still caring in a way.

Another gun shot was heard as there was a safe atmosphere to the ship.

Midoriya floated above his body with tears still falling.

Until...

"Izu-kun?" A familiar voice, the one he loved hearing in each given day.

He quickly turned to see you floating with grace and beauty.

He choked on his words as a giddy smile jumped to his face.

He instantly grabbed you into a tight embrace, laughing and crying into your ghostly form.

Now no one could hurt Both of you now.

Tenya Iida

All the crewmates had turned in different directions. Yet Iida seemed to be lost at first, yet you thought that he was just new and needed help.

You tapped his forearm and asked the buff boy if he wanted to stick with you.

He seemed to hesitate but accept your kind offer.

You both had went everywhere and did your task that was assigned to you, you were about to ask Iida where his next task was until.

The lights went out, you gasped not moving from your spot.

Then a splash of blood was heard from beside you, you yelped and called for Iida.

Lights go on and the only thing you saw was a man covered in blood, but not just any man.

Tenya Iida.

He stood there staring, waiting to see what you would do.

Hearing voices coming closer, you panick and grab his wrist.

Pulling him away from the body.

He closes the door in security, looking back at you, who is standing at the far end of the room.

He locked you in between him and the wall as he takes off his helmet, he then takes yours off.

Before you can speak he devours your lips with his own, a blush spreading a cross your face.

The kiss was gently tender, a kiss that was only found in a fairy tale.

Making it so much harder to hate him.

After that you had covered for him and people believed he was innocent, the angel of everyone.

Yet, a pink suited female found you two very sus.

Uraraka had called an emergency meeting.

"(L/N) is the most sus. They are always with Iida who is CLEAR and somehow is always close to the body. It must be them." She pointed to you. Eyes blazing with fire.

You opened your mouth until, others started to see her point. Finding you to be the imposter.

Iida was trying to clear your name but all of them said "they are just using you to keep themselves alive." Hurting his heart with every word.

The one person he found to love more then anything in the world was taking blame for his killings and his mindless murder.

Tears started to show in his eyes, he saw how quiet you were being and took all the blame.

You finally looked up to all of them as they voted your name, you smiled gently.

A pained smile that everyone could see.

"You're right. It was ME." You were tied up by Kirishima and Bakugou and taken to the ejector.

Iida ran to stop them but it was too late.

They had pressed the eject button and you flew out of the ship into a dark pit of nothing, to die in cold space alone.

Iida banged at the window as you floated farther and farther away.

He cried and cried as the others watched him break. Until the notification of what you were, came up.

"(L/N) was not the Imposter."

Everyone turned to glare at Uraraka.

Especially iida.

His eyes were stabbing knifes into her stupid life filled body.

Uraraka was voted off and many others as iida killed with no mercy for they had killed you with no mercy.

He wiped his knife on his cloths as he looked at a photograph of you smiling with him, eating some instant noodles.

He smiled warmly to you.

"I'll be with you soon Darling. But these idiots must pay for killing you."

Shoto Todoroki

He had stood at the card swipe for hours, trying to do it but not being able too.

Getting frustrated with every beep of the machine, he groaned to himself.

Suddenly he heard someone coming, finally he had a chance to kill. He got himself ready to kill whoever walked though the door until.

He saw you skipping into admin. The happy aura around you just made him curious, he watched you swipe the card once and get the green light.

You smiled to yourself and started to walk out until you saw the boy.

"Todoroki? What are you doing just watching me? Its kinda creepy bro." You giggled nervously.

He cracked a smile and asked if you would like to stay with him, claiming he would protect you with his life.

You both walked around the ship and did the tasks together.

Todoroki always slightly behind you, killing people secretly. Thinking that you didn't know he had killed many.

You had gotten use to him stabbing people, because the Todoroki you knew was a kind and loving man.

And he only loved you.

Todoroki had messed up though.

He had killed infront of another crewmate, Bakugou.

He had killed Kirishima but did not see Bakugou who was fualing the top engine.

"You. I knew it was you icy hot bastard. Now you're going to die in space." Bakugou spat, getting ready to report the body.

BAAM

A gun shot ripped through Bakugous head.(sorry bakubro)

Todoroki stood there in shock as you had stolen a gun and killed a fellow crewmate.

"Y-You knew...?" He whispered.

Giggling softly, you nodded.

Running past the bodies and hugging him. You clinged your helmets together.

Pulling away and looking into his love stuck eyes.

"Now let's finish them off."

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I hope that was good lol, you can request any Haikyuu,Bnha/mha, and demon slayer content and I'll do my best.

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13uswntimagines · 4 years

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She Might be a Forward, but You’re a Keeper (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Request: Emily x reader where r doesn’t have the best reputation and is sorta known for being a troublemaker but once Emily comes into the picture everything changes. Livin’ The Dream by Morgan Wallen is what made this pop into head.

Author’s Note: Firstly, Firerfly and i thank the one voter so much for voting for this fic. Secondly this almost didn’t happen because my dumbass deleted from the doc just seconds after we had finished it. Thank you to @literaryhedgehog for saving it.

“You have to do it Sonnett,” Lindsey said sternly, taking a sip of her drink and ignoring Emily’s puppy eyes. She wasn’t going to feel bad about this. It was only fair, since she was the one who got them caught.

“Yeah,” Rose added, crossing her arms. “consider it your punishment for not following through on our prank on Pino.” Meghan had been pissed, and the lecture they had gotten did not seem to fit the crime, especially since they had been stopped. All they wanted to do was start an itsy bitsy prank war. Where was the harm in that?

“Oh come on.” Emily whined, glancing back and forth between the two girls and the woman standing on the other side of the room. “She would have murdered me if I let you put blue dye in her shampoo,” Emily said, her bottom lip trembling.

“And now Y/n might kill you so we’re even,” Lindsey shrugged, fighting a smile. Whatever way this ended, it would be entertaining for her.

Some might think that that it was a gross overstatement, but it wasn’t. You had a reputation. A terrifying history of explosions on the pitch, and a complete lack of approachability off of it. You didn’t give a shit what anyone thought, Alex and Kelley being the only exception, but you had known them forever so it didn’t count.

You didn’t have many friends (contrary to what the public though), but you were viciously loyal to the people you actually let get close to you.

The youngins had been warned that you did whatever (and whoever) you wanted and they should steer clear. You wouldn’t mess with them as long as they didn’t mess with you.

The problem was that the blond defender was smitten from the first moment she saw you this season. When she had first joined the team you had just been another veteran and the excitement of joining the national team had overshadowed everything else. But then you transferred to Washington during Club season and she started noticing you everywhere. Partially because you were everywhere- weaving around the field and her vision, at team events and now here at camp, and… she might have been caughts staring once or twice. Maybe Emily had tripped over her own feet a few times because she accidentally got distracted by the sight of you pouring water over your head after a hot practice, who's to say. Either way, her two meddling best friends knew about her little crush and had decided to use it as blackmail.

“I hate you guys,” Emily said, downing half her drink for liquid courage.

Lindsey rolled her eyes and shoved the defenders shoulder. “No you don’t,”

“You better get your ass over there before she starts flirting with another girl,” Rose said with a disinterested wave of her hand, motioning towards the dejected Brunette walking away from you. There was a parade of women all night, and it seemed none of them were having any luck.

Your eyes followed the woman as she left, but your face didn’t betray any emotions, appearing completely uncaring to anyone who happened to glance in your direction.

Emily nodded. It was now or never she supposed.

*****

You took an uninterested sip of you beer, swirling your finger around the glass when you set it back down on the bar. You had never exactly found team bar nights fun. It felt like thousands of people would come up and talk to you (and call you by name) and expect you to instantly be their friend.

You didn’t need anymore friends.

You took another sip of your flat beer, making a mental note to chastise Alex later for her terrible bar choice, and stared listlessly at the football (American style) game on the tv.

“Hey, wanna hear a joke about paper?” You turned slowly to look at the speaker. You squinted at the blond defender, tilting your head to the side, not letting your surprise that a youngin actually had the balls to talk to you off the pitch show on your face.

She scratched the back of her head grinning impishly at you. “Never mind, it’s tearable.”

You raised your eyebrow at the woman, you lips ticking up slightly at her adorable fidgeting.

That seemed to give her confidence, as she set her drink down and slid into the unaccompanied stool next to you.

“Why didn’t the vampire attack Taylor Swift? She had bad blood.”

You suppressed your snort at the terrible joke, hiding it behind a sip of your bad beer.

“It’s more fun if you actually let me respond before you hit me with the punchline,” You smirked, thoroughly entertained by the pink starting to bloom on the defenders cheeks.

“Oh, my bad.” Emily said, making an embarrassed face. “Sorry, I often tell dad jokes- most of the time he laughs!’

This time you did snort, the smile you were holding back finally cracking across your lips.

“Just most of the time? Sounds to me like you need to get a better one,”

“Is that a challenge I hear?” Emily said, a wicked gleam in her eye. A terrible joke competition was right up her alley.

“Not at all. I could never compete with someone with your… particular skill set. You should be a magician because you just make girls disappear,” You wiggled your fingers, mimicking a magical motion.

“Ouch,” Emily said, holding back giggles.

“You could let me ice that burn as consolation,” You shrugged, also holding in a giggle.

“Nah, I just need to wait a little for it to warm back up. You know what the hottest time of day is?”

“No, what?”

“Two- flirty!”

You cackled loudly, nearly throwing your head back.

****

“Is the Ice Queen actually smiling?” Kelley asked, sliding into the booth beside Alex, passing a disgustingly fruity drink to her girlfriend.

“It appears so,” Alex nodded, pushing the stupid mini unbrella out of her way to take a sip.

Her eyes followed your laughing form, taking in how your eyes lit up, and the way you leaned closer to the blond defender. It wasn’t your typically cocky posture when you talked to girls, you seemed much more unguarded.

“Who knew Junior had it in her. I never thought she’d work up the courage,” Kelley smirked over the edge of her drink. Emily’s crush on you wasn’t a secret (to the two of them at least), but they never dreamed Emily would actually make a move.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Y/n look at anyone like that.” Alex started thoughtfully. “Well maybe-”

“We don’t speak her name Alex,” Kelley interrupted with a glare. They didn’t talk about your previous relationship. It had nearly ruined you completely.

Rose and Lindsey joined Alex and Kelley where they were standing, all four trying to hide the fact that they were staring at you and Emily together.

“You enjoying the show too?” Rose said, shaking her head slightly as she watched. What the heck could you two be talking about? For a few seconds she saw you talk animatedly then - in unison with Emily - double over in laughter.

“You know something about this that we don’t?” Alex asked, glancing at the two younger players.

Rose and Lindsey exchanged a look. “Sonnett’s only over there because we made her,” Lindey said.

“How?”

“Told her we’d rat her out to Vlatko for the snack incident last camp,” Rose shrugged. Revenge was best served with blackmail.

“I didn’t know she had a soft side,” Lindsey said after a few minutes.

“Only a few people actually get to see it,” Kelley shrugged. You were guarded but not heartless. It just took a special touch to break that cast iron shell.

****

“Okay, okay. So I know a guy who's great at soccer but is super untidy.”

“You do?” You asked, biting your lip. You weren’t sure why you were suddenly nervous.

“Yeah, he’s just a Messi guy!” Emily said, already laughing on the last word.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I think these are just getting worse,”

“Oh come on, you were the one who told the one about a frog liking hoppy beer,” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “I think that one was objectively worse.”

“Whatever you say cutie pie,” you said, leaning forward on your hand. You weren’t usually this interested in conversation. You were more of an… in and out kinda girl. But there was something about Emily that intrigued you. That pulled you in and made you want to know more about her than just her bedroom preferences.

“Pie sounds so good right now,” Emily said sighing deeply. “I don’t even have a joke to go with that, I just like pie. Although I think I read one at some point for Pi day, I could google it…”

“I don’t know any jokes either, but I do know a place pretty close to here if you wanted to ditch these losers,” You offered, picking idly at your napkin.

“Losers? I didn’t know the men’s team was here!” Emily smirked. You didn’t know if she was blowing you off, or just completely missed what you were implying.

“See that one was actually a good one. Those idiots wouldn’t know how to score if they were shooting at the broadside of a barn,” You shook your head. Half of the women’s team midfield had better finishing stats than all the men’s forwards. They were terrible.

“Oh come on. They’re not that bad. At least 9% of them are keepers,” Emily laughed. “Well that’s their position anyway. But yes, I would love to go get some pie with you. Just don’t tell Dawn I broke my diet.”

“No promises Princess,” You said standing, and holding out your hand to the woman. You kissed the back of her hand when she laced her fingers with yours, earning yourself another giggle.

It made your heart flutter, and you just wanted more.

“You sure you’re okay missing the end of the party?” Emily said hopefully, scanning as if to make sure no one would waylay you on your way out the door. The last thing she wanted was to get stopped by one of your parade of brunettes.

“Better than okay. The word happiness might start with an H, but mine starts with U.”

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #emily sonnett imagine #emily sonnett x reader #literalhedgehog

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Best Hater Upper Bracket

Please vote for whoever’s best at being a hater, not who you like the most. If unfamiliar with a character, check out the propaganda below the cut!

Shen Yuan / Shen Qingqiu from The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Submission 1: He was an anti fan that literally got so mad at a novel he was reading that he died and then was transmigrated into the novel he hated (besides the main character) as the villain. The author of said novel also transmigrated and they formed a love/hate broship.

Submission 2:

My man is the hater-est hater to ever hate, except like Kendrick Lamar. He hate-read a webnovel with over 20 million words, and left scathing commentary on every single chapter. Even the author Shang Qinghua, of the webnovel PIDW, which by subtext was very very popular, knew Shen Yuan (Peerless Cucumber) as the legendary anti-fan. He hated it (everything except the protagonist Luo Binghe) so much that after reading the last chapter, he choked and died (...slight exaggeration). Shen Yuan also proceeded to transmigrate into the novel, make everyone fall in love with him, use the power of headpats and 'a smile from the cold beauty' to overturn the genre from harem-esqe to danmei, bending the protagonist. Tldr, the power of Shen Yuan's haterism turned Cool Edgy Awesomely Powerful Protagonist Luo Binghe to soggy wet clingy white lotus bing-bong Bingmei, and it's honestly better off this way <3

Submission 3: he's an internet hater screenname Peerless Cucumber who hates this webnovel so much he dies and transmigrates into it to fix the entire plot and also he's left so many hate comments the author (fellow transmigrator) knows and remembers who he is after being in the webnovel world for decades. Dedication.

Yu Ziyuan from Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Submission: I would not blame anyone who went through the first half of the story believing that Yu Ziyuan hated every single person she ever met because she talks shit about her husband, her son, her adopted son, and her daughter whenever she gets the chance to. Sometimes all at the same time. She projects so much raw hater energy that she psychologically scarred her son for life.

#shen qingqiu #shen yuan #svsss #the scum villain's self saving system #yu ziyuan #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mdzs #mxtx #polls #best hater upper round 2 #best hater upper bracket #best hater tournament #my polls #queue

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tanoraqui · 4 years

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There actually are enough good fics about postcanon tentative reforging of assorted pairs and even the whole of the Gusu Summer School No Brain Cell Trio to satisfy my niche itch, so pls enjoy these stray snippets of a fic I don't have to write:

Nothing would've happened if the cultivation conference wasn't at Cloud Recesses. But it was, Cloud Recesses with its pale stone and gracefully winding walkways and too many memories, including Lan Xichen sitting the whole thing out in seclusion somewhere... If it'd been at the Unclean Realm, Nie Huaisang would've been busy and if it'd been at Carp Tower the memories only would've been manageably bad, and if it was Lotus Pier or one of many smaller sects, it would've been...fine. Just fine.

But it was Cloud Recesses this year, this first conference since Jin Guangyao's downfall, and specifically it was half past ten at night, and Nie Huaisang was wandering the elegant pathways with a mostly full jar of wine in one hand. The previous jar, now entirely empty, had been left back in his room. He was a Nie, so he was only half as drunk as he'd always used to pretend at these things - but at least twice as drunk as he'd ever actually been.

After da-ge's death, of course. Before that, he used to get plenty drunk. Playfully drunk. With friends.

It would be a terrible idea for him to go appear on Lan Xichen's doorstep. Neither of them was ready for that yet.

So he appeared on Jiang Cheng's.

[ . . . ]

"Fine." Nie Huaisang pouted and turned. "I'll go ask Wei-xiong - "

And Jiang Cheng was easy, he was so easy, he'd always been easy, the only new thing is the faintest edge of wariness to his fury -

He grabbed Nie Huaisang's elbow in a flash and snapped, "Ugh, fine, I'll go - but I'm holding the wine."

Nie Huaisang laughed and handed it over. Jiang Cheng immediately took a deep swig.

[ . . . ]

It must've been a quiet night at the Jingshi. Wei Wuxian's sleeping robes didn't look the least bit hastily pulled on, and his lips were only the slightest bit red and puffy.

[ . . . ]

[for the record, this takes place in a book-show postcanon fusion wherein immediately post-Guanyin Temple, WWX and LWJ ran off to fuck in the bushes at least once a day for as long as possible, but in their absence, various sect leaders voted that Lan Wangji should be Chief Cultivator now, and alas some messenger caught up with them about six months into their honeymoon. Definitely caught them in flagrante delicto. Tragic for all. I’d probably communicate all this hereish somehow. It was definitely NHS who finally tipped someone off on how to actually find them.]

[ . . . ]

"Yes, yes, I'm coming," Wei Wuxian said, with a lidded look at Nie Huaisang, and Nie Huaisang burst into a giggles because the two most unequivocally lethal people he knew were afraid to leave each other alone with him, and it was satisfying to be recognized but also what's he going to do, personally? Cry at them? It'd taken him years to destroy Jin Guangyao, and at this point it'd take him months, if not years again to re-destroy the Yiling Patriarch, much less Sandu Shengshou. Especially when they both kept doing things like watching each others backs while pretending they weren't.

[ . . . ]

"Of course we need more!" Wei Wuxian declared. "This isn't even Emperor's Smile!"

[ . . . ]

"It's just a rat or something," Jiang Cheng scoffed.

"So?!" Wei Wuxian cried grandly. "Are we not noble cultivators? Is it not our duty to investigate this woman's complaint, and to slay whatever monster plagues her good inn’s wonderful cellar, whether deathly or monstrous or rodential it be?" He turned to Nie Huaisang and begged, "Help me out, Nie-xiong. You agree with me, right?"

Nie Huaisang clutched his cup against his chest, eyes wide, and shook his head in sharp jerks. "I don't know! I don't know!"

Wei Wuxian laughed and elbowed him in the side.

[ . . . ]

[while waiting for Wei Wuxian to send some sort of signal]

"You know I don't bear any grudge against Jin Ling, right?"

Jiang Cheng's impatient glare snapped to him, darkening with threat; his hand shifted on Sandu's hilt toward a drawing position. "What?"

"I don't bear any sort of grudge against Jin Ling," Nie Huaisang repeated, holding only the last jar of Emperor's Smile. "That's why you've been side-eyeing me all night, right? All conference." He took another sip (it really was the best!) and added recklessly, "If I wanted Jin Ling dead and disgraced, or all Carp Tower burned to ash, they already would be."

Sandu slid an inch out of its scabbard and Nie Huaisang watch it with fascinated curiosity. From a greater distance, he wondered if that was entirely healthy.

"What about Lotus Pier?" Jiang Cheng asked abruptly.

It took Nie Huaisang a blinking moment to focus on him.

"What about Lotus Pier?"

Jiang Cheng sat beside him on the cold earth and yanked the jar out of his hands, cruelly before Nie Huaisang could take another sip.

"Where's your grand terrible vengeance against me and mine? I get it, but if you're being honest for once right now, you could at least tell me when it's going to hit, and how."

"What?" Nie Huaisang pushed himself against his tree trunk, genuinely confused. "Why would i have a terrible vengeance planned against you?"

"I benefitted from Nie Mingjue's death, didn't I?" Jiang Cheng took another swig of wine of his own, and swung the jar illustratively. "My disciples have hunted in your territory while you 'weren't paying attention.' I absolutely fleeced you in that trade deal four years ago. And I worked with that bastard as much as anyone but Lan Xichen, especially on those damn watchtowers, and you broke him. So when's it my turn?" He pointed at Nie Huaisang, finger only wavering slightly. “If you fuck with Jin Ling, Wei Wuxian, or my sect, I will fuck you back.”

"You- oh, gimme that. Gimme. Gimme!" Nie Huaisang leaned forward and tried to grab the wine jar, and more importantly whined until Jiang Cheng handed it to him.

He stared at it for a moment, thrust it back and ordered, “Drink,” without letting it go, and once Jiang Cheng had dutifully tilted it back, pulled it back and slugged down the last swallows. He needed more alcohol for this much honesty, and so did Jiang Cheng.

He set the jar down very carefully, because the ground seemed to be moving, and leaned forward with even more care. He enunciated clearly, “Everyone fleeced me, and hunted in my territory, and I acsh- ass- let them. Why would I expect you to go looking for trouble with Jin Guangyao, when he had your heart locked in a box in his treasure room?”

Jiang Cheng, who was a respected master of all five arts but probably hadn’t actually read poetry for fun since an instructor had officially declared him as such, and who was himself at least a full wine jar in, squinted in angry confusion.

Nie Huaisang rolled his eyes. “He had final say over where and how Jin Ling spent his time, and could’ve tried to poison him against you. What would you have even have done if I had come complaining?”

Jiang Cheng’s face only fell further, with the very sort of drunken moroseness Nie Huaisang was out here to avoid.

Nie Huaisang attempted to swap him sharply. He failed on both the swap and the sharpness.

“Stoppit! Stop thinking you’re not useful! You weren’t! I needed to pry er-ge away from him and for that only Lan Wangji would work, and I needed someone to watch his back through thick and deadly thin, and to be so disruptive that even Meng Yao couldn’t...circle, sneaky, planning...”

They were waiting for the pulse of a light talisman from the other tunnel entrance, half a mile away. There was a small but very bright explosion. laced with resentful as well as spiritual energy.

“Motherfucker!” Jiang Cheng cursed, leaping to his feet and drawing Sandu in one hideously coordinated motion.

“Just Lan Wangji, I think,” Nie Huaisang said, because Nie Mingjue himself couldn’t have stopped him. He groped for his own weapons - fan, check; wine jar -

“Oh no!”

“What?” Jiang Cheng snapped, as he bent and dragged Nie Huaisang to his feet with one hand. (Hideously coordinated. Sword people, honestly...)

“He’s going to be so mad that we finished the wine without him!”

[ . . . ]

[three grown-ass men, two sect leaders and one Yiling Patriarch, flying at high speed through Caiyi Town on one sword, all screaming. Nie Huaisang is clinging to Wei Wuxian; Wei Wuxian is flinging to Jiang Cheng, a little bit to Nie Huaisang, and most importantly to a chicken, Jiang Cheng is flying the sword. There is a bedsheet draped over all of them from where they ran into a laundry line. It’s 2am. Again I say, all are screaming]

[ . . . ]

[it probably wasn’t a rat - not just one, at least. Wei Wuxian does something incredibly clever, possibly including a creative use of that bedsheet; Jiang Cheng singlehandedly defeats something in combat, probably after he and Wei Wuxian shove each other out of the way of blows without either of them acknowledging it. Nie Huaisang shoves them both under cover and then with perfect professionalism tells whoever came to check on the ruckus that they handled the problem exactly as planned with absolutely no involvement of alcohol, and the Chief Cultivator will foot the bill for the unfortunately absolutely necessary property damage. Overall, they did handle the problem, but the local cryptid they were chasing will only have its reputation swelled and its continued existence assumed by all locals. it is possible that they themselves made this cryptid up two decades ago, but idk how heavy-handed we want to be.]

[ . . . ]

Nie Huaisang was leaning heavily on Wei Wuxian by the time they got back to the guest quarters. He could hold his alcohol, he was a goddamn Nie, and frankly he’d had it adrenalined out of him at least twice this evening. But he’d also had rather a lot, and he didn’t have Jiang Cheng’s golden core or Wei Wuxian’s blithe lack of sleep schedule.

“I missed this,” he admitted, head on Wei Wuxian’s (Mo Xuanyu’s) shoulder while Jiang Cheng opened the door.

Wei Wuxian leaned his head on Nie Huaisang’s. “Me too.”

“You’re both fucking annoying,” Jiang Cheng grouched, which meant, Me too.

Wei Wuxian stripped off Nie Huaisang’s muddy outer robe and tucked him into bed, and Jiang Cheng poured a glass of water from the pitcher by the door, drank it, poured another, scowled at Wei Wuxian for a moment, and set it on the bedside table. Wei Wuxian glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, finished with Nie Huaisang and started backing out of the room.

Nie Huaisang sat up more or less abruptly. “Both of you have got to stop that bullshit. I miss my brothers, okay? I’d I had a second chance...” He sagged back down with the plural, and flung an arm over his damp eyes. There was a glimmer in the sky; it’d be morning by Lan standards soon. “I fucking miss them.”

“...Ah,” said Wei Wuxian, who always spoke even when he didn’t know what to say.

“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng said abruptly, and, “Drink your fucking water.” And the door slammed behind him as he walked out.

[...a few lines of dialogue later...]

“Seriously, you can go.” Nie Huaisang flicked a few tired fingers in dismissal.

“Are you sure?” Wei Wuxian added with an audible smirk, “Because if I stay up for another half hour, I can wake Lan Zhan with a morning...big ol’...loving...”

Nie Huaisang finally adjusted his arm to crack one eye up at him.

“People usually cut me off before I get that far,” Wei Wuxian admitted.

[ . . . a bit more dialogue and the end.]

#mdzs #the untamed #nie huaisang #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #to the shick of no one i did write more in this than i thought i would #it's still like...no connective tissue though #and i'm not bothering with anything more #my fic #ficlet #i'm not gonna lie that plural snuck up on me #love when that happens!#incidentally you can’t prove that there ISNT a classic ancient fantasy China version of a telltale heart so my reference stands

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theweasleysredhair · 4 years

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CHLOE MY LOVE! congrats on 4.6k -- honestly not sure how you don't have a million more followers because your blog and your writing is freaking brilliant! so happy to have formed a genuine friendship with you :') brb getting emotional. anyway! for your event, could you write a little something with my love george with a few different prompts? is that allowed? 3 and 8 from angst, 10 from fluff? who's surprised, i'm all fluff, congrats again my darling you deserve it all x

thank you so so much angel!! 💕 of course i decided i had to do a fake dating drabble for you erica, i got v carried away with it too so hope you like a super long drabble that turned into practically a whole fic - enjoy! ❤️

theweasleysredhair’s 4.6k follower event!

3. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

8. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

10. “Because I love you.”

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Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 1884

WARNING: there’s no ‘read more’ bc i’m on mobile and couldn’t get it to work hahaha i apologise

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“I need you to date me.”

In shock, you dropped too many of the porcupine quills into your potion, making the liquid turn a nasty shade of green and sizzle as it practically exploded across the table. You sighed frustratedly, grabbing your wand and cleaning up the potion before turning to the person who spoke - one half of the Weasley twins and one of your best friends, George Weasley - who apparently found your reaction extremely amusing.

“I beg your pardon?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. The hint of a smile was still etched onto his face as he leaned forward, “I need you to date me.”

You felt yourself grow warm at the thought, “You’re joking, right?” “For once, I am not,” he shook his head, “I um, I told this girl I couldn’t go to the Yule Ball with her because I had a girlfriend who I’m going with instead. Except, I don’t have a girlfriend. So you can see my dilemma.”

“This may be a stupid question but... if you don’t have a girlfriend, why did you tell her you do?” You raised an eyebrow, half curious, half amused.

“I didn’t want to be rude and just tell her no because she was really sweet. So now I need to find someone to date me, and I thought of you,” he explained with a shrug, playing with some of the potion ingredients you’d left at the end of your table.

“There are so many other girls you could have-“

“I don’t want anyone else, I want you,” he said almost desperately, before sighing downheartedly, “C’mon, it wouldn’t be so bad, and it wouldn’t have to be for long! Just until the Yule Ball. It’s not like we’d have to pretend that much! I spend most of my free time with you as it is.”

“How do you know I don’t already have a date, huh?” You asked, beginning to start your potion all over again before Snape got the chance to scold you.

George’s face dropped and his jaw clenched, “What do you mean? Who asked you?”

“Well, no one. But my point was, what if they had?”

“Then you’d tell them you’ve been given a better option - me - and that they were never good enough for you. You know, the truth,” he nodded triumphantly, running a hand through his hair.

You shook your head at him with a smile, glancing up at him before your gaze travelled back to your potion.

“So what do you say?”

You pondered it for a moment, before replying, “Fine.”

George broke out into a large grin, wrapping his arms around you and very nearly swinging you around the room in excitement, “Darling, you are the best! I owe you big time!”

“Yes, you do. Now, do we have any rules we need to discuss?”

“Like what?”

“Like, I don’t know, a backstory, how we got together, how far we’d go with PDA - I vote not too far if I’m honest,” you said nervously, toying with the hem of your jumper.

“Well I vote the opposite, I think we should have lots of PDA constantly, all the time!”

“George,” you said warningly, though you couldn’t help the way your lips curved into a smile.

“Fine,” he dragged out the last syllable, “I can only think of one rule. A very important rule that I’m sure you might have a hard time not breaking.”

“Go on?”

“Whatever you do, don’t fall in love with me!” His eyes widened dramatically as he pointed at you. “No chance of that happening, don’t you worry,” you laughed, stirring the potion.

“Well that was rude of you,” he said in mock hurt, a hand on his heart as he pouted at you. You cracked a smile and shook your head, “Oh be quiet will you, and pass me the rest of those porcupine quills, I have to finish redoing this potion that you made me ruin.”

“Nagging me already,” George mumbled, “We really are a couple.”

***

You realised pretty quickly that you were wrong about there being no chance of falling for George. So very wrong. Turns out the chances of falling for George Weasley were 100%, because somewhere between being his friend and being more, you fell head over heels in love with him.

If you were honest with yourself, you’d had feelings for him before the whole fake-dating, but figured you’d mistaken them for feelings of strong friendship.

Now you knew - you didn’t want to be his friend, you wanted him to snog you against a wall as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

And all of this was because of one simple kiss. You hadn’t expected it, didn’t know it was going to happen. All you knew was that one minute you were walking down the hallway with George’s arm around your shoulder - not even for show, really, he just walked with you like that anyway - and the next, your back was against a pillar, your eyes widening as you stared up at George, feeling yourself growing warm.

“W-What’s going on?” You stammered out, heart pounding as you lost yourself in his brown eyes, suddenly getting the urge to run your hand through his ginger hair and pull him by his tie down into a kiss.

“She’s watching,” he murmured, nodding subtly down to the end of the hallway. You couldn’t see anyone, but took his word for it as you figured you were just overwhelmingly flustered from the proximity.

And suddenly you realised what position you were in: his hands either side of your head, trapping you between his chest and the pillar, your own chest barely an inch away from him and his legs brushing against your own.

Your breath hitched in your mouth, noticing how his eyes flickered from your eyes down to your mouth before moving back up again. Your lips parted a little, chin tilting ever-so-slightly upwards as you waited to see what he’d do.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He murmured, and suddenly his lips were on yours, pulling you into a desperate kiss, him cupping your cheek to bring you closer, his other hand sliding down the pillar to grab your waist.

This wasn’t a kiss from someone who was just a friend. This was a kiss that made your toes curl, set your skin on fire and made you want more - so much more.

And in that moment you realised you loved him. You didn’t want to go back to being George’s friend, not when you knew how his lips felt against yours, how his hands felt holding your waist.

He’d finally pulled away for air, still pressing shorter kisses to your lips as you both breathed heavily, and you dragged a hand through his hair, just how you’d imagined.

You knew, right then, that you were in love with him. All of a sudden, and very very full on.

After that, you suddenly noticed and admired everything about him, from the way he laughed to the way he bit his lip as he glanced your way.

And the thought of breaking this whole dating thing off - something that you’d both planned to happen the day after the Yule Ball - made you feel sick to your stomach. The thought of never kissing him again made you want to scream.

You couldn’t imagine going back to being friends. Not when you’d had a taster of what it was like to be George Weasley’s girlfriend.

You argued with yourself, one half of you wanting to end it with him now in order to save yourself further heartbreak, and the other half wanting to continue for as long as possible. It was all you could think about, from the moment you woke up in the morning to the moment you went to sleep at night. And you decided you couldn’t keep going like this, it wasn’t fair to you.

You couldn’t keep pretending you weren’t in love with the ginger boy.

And so, when you found yourself sat in his common room late one night two weeks after that first fateful kiss, sharing one of the red plush couches with him, his leg pressed next to yours and your heart racing, the rest of the students already in their dorms, you decided to be honest with him.

“George?”

“Yes?” George waited for your reply, however at the silence, he looked up curiously, finding you chewing on your lip in thought.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, concern seeping into his voice as he looked at you, noticing how restless you appeared, how lost in thought.

“I um.. yes? I mean no,” you frowned, “I mean- I don’t know.”

He shifted, his body tilting towards yours and he grabbed your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips so he could press a kiss to you knuckles, “What’s wrong, what’s going on?”

“I can’t pretend anymore, Georgie,” you whispered, afraid if you spoke any louder your voice would fail you.

“What do you mean, you can’t pretend? You’re scaring me, princess, please tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours,” he frowned, hating the idea of anything even remotely bothering you.

“I can’t pretend to be your girlfriend anymore.”

And suddenly George felt like he’d been winded, a pain in his chest he could only liken to heartbreak, if he was to be so dramatic.

“What?” His voice was small, especially in the silent room. He wanted to know why. Had he done something wrong? Made you feel uncomfortable at one point? He’d hate himself if he had.

“I can’t pretend because- because I fell in love with you,” you breathed out, lips trembling as you stared at your clasped hands, “This isn’t pretend for me anymore, this is real! And it’s scary, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

There was a silence and you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him, not wanting to see the look on his face as he tried to come up with, you presumed, a way to reject you.

“You wanna know why I asked you to be my fake girlfriend?” He asked suddenly, squeezing your hands and waiting for you to nod slightly at him, before continuing, “Because I wanted a reason to ask you to the Yule Ball without being rejected. Because I wanted to spend even more time with you, to have a glimpse at what it would be like to date you. Because-because I love you.”

Your felt your heart skip a beat as you finally looked up at him, meeting his eyes as he smiled at you.

“You love me?” You whispered.

“Always have, I reckon.”

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you allowed him to pull you closer to him, “Well I guess it’s definitely a good job I fell for you, huh?”

He grinned cheekily, biting his lip as he replied jokingly, “Well, I don’t know really, I mean, I thought I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Yeah, well,” you spoke, letting a soft smile creep onto your face,

“As it turns out, I just couldn’t help myself.”

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That Kind of Love Never Dies_Chapter 1

Hey guys, Now that more voted to split my fictions in 2 parts, I'm back with the first part. I hope you like it. Don't forget to leave me feedbacks. I'll always appreciate them. Love you all.

This is for writing event @tvdspngirl314

My quote is "That kind of love never dies"

Dean x Reader series (just 2 parts)

This chapter words: ~5k

Series warning:

Angst, fluf, smut, angry Dean, hurt Reader, hurt Dean, there's some more but I hate spoilers so I insist on "Angst & Hurt"

It all started with a stupid argument at home. What was it? Three months ago? Sam couldn't remember the exact date but after years, it was the first time this awkward coldness between Dean and Y/n had started to build. He could remember the first time he and his brother came across Y/n like it was yesterday, they were hunting a very nasty creature who used to kidnap young and lonely women at night, then got them wrapped in ropes and ties on a bed in a warehouse to rape, torture and feed on their blood until the victim either died or accepted to turn into one of his kind.

Sam could remember the helplessness in people's eyes too. The pain of the victims' families, the frustration and anger on cops' faces when no one could find the criminal yet, even after the sixth missing girl.

"Sammy, he just kidnapped another girl. And I think I know where he's gonna take her. Let's hunt this son of a bitch."

When Dean was saying that, Sam never expected him to fall in love with the woman they would save that night. Well, unfortunately they weren't fast enough to prevent any harm to the girl. When they arrived and Dean killed the nasty creature, Y/n was almost dead. The monster had already raped her, tortured her … and when he felt the hunters enter the place, he drank almost all of her blood, to gain more energy to fight. So as always, Dean was up to blaming himself. Of course only in his own eyes, not anyone else's.

"Call Cas to come home. Tell him it's an emergency."

Dean told his brother when he finally could get Y/n out of those ropes. And Sam knew he was right. At that point, no one could save Y/n unless God or his angels. Maybe she was not so lucky coming across a nasty supernatural creature like that but she was lucky enough that Cas arrived just on time and healed her. However, angels can only heal physical wounds. But Y/n was hurt much more than that. She couldn't just move on from the things that the bastard had put her through. Even after Cas tricked her brain to forget some certain things, she still had bad nightmares and had this dark shade of hopelessness in her eyes. Soon, she started to eat and talk less and less. And Dean just couldn't let her go. He really wanted to fix all of that for her but she kept shutting him out… until the depression hit her. It was so bad that Cas felt the need to tell them to prepare themselves for her death. Because after all those days and unlike everything else in their lives, The Winchesters were already used to her presence around them; like the way a lonely person can get used to a wounded cat more and faster than anyone else.

"I'm not gonna hunt until I'm sure she can live her normal life." When Dean stated that, Sam really thought he was joking. But after a few days he started to believe it. Dean truly would do anything to keep her alive. From cooking vegetables to laughing at his own dad jokes in front of Y/n to make her smile. That was when Sam started to feel that they can be more than a random hunter/rescued victim relationship! It felt like his brother had finally found his motivation in life: "Saving Y/n."

Gradually Y/n started to respond to this special attention from Dean with trust and smiles. Soon they became a power couple that could motivate each other so easily that sometimes Charlie would call them out. And honestly Sam had no problem with it. In fact Y/n had become his other sister.

"My God, Dean! You're burning up!" It was two day after a werewolf hunt in which Dean had got hurt. At first it was just some scratches on his arms and chest. Yet as the time passed, more symptoms started to appear: headache, pain, fever, cold sweat, even nose bleeding and before they could figure it out, Dean fell unconscious. Apparently the claws of the werewolf were poisonous. However Sam wasn't sure. The only thing he got no doubts about was the fact that it was already too late. Dean couldn't make it to the hospital. So either Sam had to do anything possible to save him or Cas should've picked up his God damn phone.

"No. no, no, no, no. Dean … Dean!!!"

That was when Sam got to hear Y/n's helpless cry and see her true feelings. She was already in love with his brother.

Luckily, unlike typical love stories; no one died that night. Sam's antidote worked. And Dean opened his eyes an hour later.

"Sammy … Y/n?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Y/n grabbed his face and put her thirsty lips on her beloved hunter's, letting the tears stream down on her face… and then his.

"Never do that again." She begged, breaking the kiss, her trembling hands holding Dean's face so she could look into his eyes.

Sam couldn't stop his smile remembering how cute they were. Y/n literally had Dean wrapped around her little finger, to the point he accepted to teach her how to hunt and soon she was part of their team too. Until … a few months ago. After two years of them being constantly close to each other, Sam could tell something was off when Dean started to go out without eating breakfast with Y/n. Of course she got suspicious after the third time and that was when their endless arguments started.

"Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"

"Because nothing is wrong, Y/n."

Actually there was. Something was VERY wrong. Anyone could tell that just by the change in Dean's eyes whenever he wanted to look at Y/n. Day by day he was getting more quiet and cold. Now they didn't even eat pie together or watch movies late at night. And Sam couldn't ignore his brother being grumpy or drunk on hunts, not anymore.

"Ok man, I've had enough. You either tell me what's wrong with you or next time I won't make any excuses so you can leave Y/n out of our hunt plans. I'm serious, Dean, I'll tell her the truth." He finally said, when they were alone in the impala, on their way to do their next hunt.

"She wants more."

"More?"

"Yeah. Sometimes it's like she sees more in me. She thinks we can have a different life. There's no need for any saying, I can see it in her eyes whenever we accidentally come across some family at a diner that try to feed their kids or people's wedding photos whenever we go to talk with some witnesses or whoever during the research! Sometimes she even looks up wedding dresses or kid stuff on the net!" Dean blew his anger out of his nostrils and sighed, shaking his head.

"Wow." Sam couldn't find the proper word to say but he couldn't hide his surprised face either.

"What?" Dean gave him an annoyed look.

"I mean …" Sam chuckled. "… are you telling me you're actually angry with her for imagining the things you always dream about?!"

"Sam …"

"No, really. I'm just curious. What's wrong with you, man?" Sam asked genuinely, waiting for an answer.

"What's wrong with me?! You think something is wrong with me just because I'm the rational one in this relationship; who's actually able to see the difference between a dream and the reality?"

Yeah, anyone could take that earnest speech, but not Sam. He'd seen and knew enough about his brother.

"What's the reality? Aren't you and Y/N living that dream life already?"

"What?! No. No … that's not the same." Dean shook his head.

"Really? How is it not? It's been two years, Dean. You two are constantly with and/or around each other. Always worried when the other one is in trouble and still looking at one another like there is nothing in the world that can make you happy as much as this relationship. So … excuse me if I won't buy your pretty speech; man ." Sam said, Rolling his eyes.

"Ok, let's say you're right but ... is it gonna be like that forever? With all the supernatural crap that we have to take care of … and the constant danger and chaos in this hunter life we have… I …"

"You what?" Sam asked when Dean didn't finish his sentence. He was lost in his thoughts, staring at this unknown point in the depth of the road. Finally he blew out his despair.

"I just can't let her fall for the things I know I can't provide for her. It's not fair, Sammy. It's not fair to lock her up in this dark life with me just because she loves me … especially while I know there is a whole bright future out there waiting for her."

"Here we go, the old Dean's self-doubt" Sam thought to himself as he took a deep breath before finding the best words to wake his brother up from this nightmare

"Yeah, I know but I don't think it's your call. If Y/n wants to go to hell with you instead of living in heaven with someone else, it's her choice. Not your responsibility. Right?"

Dean shook his head while his lips curved up a little to fake a smile but he never answered or said anything about that conversation ever again. He kept his silence for like three weeks … until someone new showed up: "Gary Smith". A tall man with the most stylish haircut and the most perfect teeth and smile.

They saw him for the first time at their hangout bar, as the new bartender who almost jumped in Y/n's way as soon as they entered the bar.

"Oh my God, bunny! Is this really you?" He said, pulling her in his embrace. Like she was the long time missing piece of his beloved puzzle!

"Bonny? You're wrong. Her name is Y/n." Dean said, pretty annoyed by the way Gary tightened his arms around Y/n's little shoulders, making him chuckle.

"No, uh … it's just a nickname." Y/n said as soon as the guy let her go.

"Yeah, actually the most fitting nickname that I could think of. I mean … you have to agree. She got the most cute little ears in the world." The guy explained, chuckling and pulling on her little star earring. Well, if Sam wanted to be honest, he had to agree with him. He never paid any attention to it before but now that Gary mentioned it, he could tell Y/n's ears were truly small.

"I see … So … I guess this means you were close friends?" Dean said, already hating the way Y/n e's blushed with hearing her old nickname.

"Uh … well, no. Actually more than that." The guy grinned, ruffling his own hair while he was awkwardly laughing and looking at Y/n. Just like a proud embarrassed teen!

"We used to date." Y/n said.

*oh* Sam tried his best not to let that stupid grin sit on his lips but Dean's frown and his sudden heavy silence didn't let him do so.

"Yeah. We are kinda each other's first. Like … you know? prom date." The man added, giving Y/n a wink while Dean's gaze was still locked on his large arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah. It's been years, Gary."

"I know. But believe me, bunny. you still look the same." He said, bending to put a kiss on her right cheek.

Dean would kill him. Sam just knew that. Because his brother's eyes were already burning with jealousy.

"By the way, don't you wanna tell me who these gentlemen are ?" The guy asked Y/n, giving her his softest smile.

"Of course. This is Sam and this is Dean. My colleagues who are my friends now. I live in their place."

After they met, everything got even more complicated. Y/n, the girl who was still trying to get old-happy-days Dean back suddenly stopped whatever she used to do. No more complains, no waiting at nights to see Dean before going to bed, no more effort to get involved in hunts, no nothing. And despite what Dean had claimed before, it was making Dean even more frustrated. Day to day he and Y/n were getting colder towards each other and there was nothing he could do to fix it. That was what made him even more furious. Sam already knew all of that and he still had to live with both of those grumpy faces. So last night when they began to fight, he could see this was coming: Y/n left the bunker after Dean let some hurtful things out of his mouth, just because he didn't know how to deal with all the heartache anymore. He now was convinced that Y/n didn't love him anymore. Yet the next day after drinking whatever strong drink they had, he begged Sam to come with him. Apparently Jodie texted Dean about Y/n being in her place for that night. Just to make sure that her crazy step son won't sell his soul over a tracking spell! So Dean almost begged his brother to be there with him, cause Dean believed that as much as Y/n didn't care about him, she still respected Sam and cared about him. Like a little sister and her elder brother.

So here they were, In Jodie's living room, in front of her and Y/n.

"Considering your sleepy eyes, I think we caught you at bed time, huh?" Sam asked, checking Y/n's obvious eye bags.

"Who says that? I'm totally good, Sam."

She said with a small smile, looking much more in control and stronger than before. So Sam knew it was a lie. Y/n Just had made her peace with what had happened last night. The realization۹ kicked Dean in the gut. Y/n always used to be stronger and bolder when she got hurt.

"I'm gonna make some coffee for us. Why don't you guys take a seat till I come back?"

Jodie interrupted, to ease the heavy and sharp silence that suddenly had fallen over all of them.

Y/n gave her a smile.

"Of course."

It was so fake. Her smile didn't even curl her lips completely. She was still badly hurting.

Sam swore in his head when he looked over his brother who sank silently into the nearest seat at the end of the table like a broken shell that he was too . One of Dean's hands was in the pocket of his jacket, the other formed a fist on the table. Sam was sure Dean knew it too. He knew everything was almost past saving. "Almost". Sam tried to stick to their small chance.

"So …" He cleared his voice before he put some (semi fake) hope into his words."You're … you're gonna come back home today or did Alex and Claire made you promise them otherwise?" He laughed and tried to make it funny but the truth was he asked this for Dean's sake, knowing he already was struggling to find the words … to let Y/n know how much he wanted her back … to ask her to come back.

"To be honest … I don't think I can live in the bunker anymore." Y/n said and as Dean's head snapped up to look at her in horror, she raised her hand to stop his (likely) protests.

"I applied for a job 3 weeks ago and to my surprise they called me this morning to tell me I'd actually got it."

*What?*

No one had to ask it. The question was already hung in the air. She snored mockingly in her nose. "Perfect timing, right?"

She moved her gaze from her interlocked fingers on the table to Dean's eyes.

He didn't answer, he didn't move but he got tense. Still staring back at Y/n.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked, once again saving Dean from asking the question he was itching to ask with some other words that for sure couldn't be nice.

"I wanted to but I didn't think I could actually get it and even if I did, I never figured out how to tell you. Besides, I never considered the "move out" option before..." She looked at Sam for a second before she turned her gaze on Dean. "... But I actually appreciate that you bring it up. I think now I can take the advice. I'm gonna move on."

Sam's heart dropped in his stomach when he heard those words. Because he knew what this meant. It felt something like having to watch Dean get stabbed in the heart.

"Is this … because of that Bartender?" Dean asked, staring deadly at Y/n with his bloodshot eyes. He was already chewing on his bottom lip. And Sam knew a heavy storm was on its way to hit them.

"I don't want to answer that question."

*shit*

"Why? Because you can't just simply say no?" Dean scolded and Sam could see how it pushed on Y/n boundaries.

"No. Because it's not your fucking business and it's not Gary's business either. But at least he knows his limits."

*well, fuck*

"By "limits" you mean when he drools on you just because for God knows whatever the reason, you started to wear leather jackets when we go there?"

"WHAT?!"

*Oh, fuck* Sam thought to himself, watching Y/n rise from her seat.

"You think … you really think that I …" she laughed nervously and Sam could tell she would punch Dean in the face if she wasn't a sweet, super nice person.

"How you can even …"

"I can even what, Y/n? Are we now going to pretend like I'm a blind man who can't see how you got attracted to your ex again? Did you really think I couldn't see how your hands were shaking when his filthy face lighted up by seeing you for the first time after all these years?"

Sam wanted to interrupt him or at least leave the room but everything was happening so fast.

"So what? Why and since when you care about my private life?"

"Since you stopped drinking bunker's beers just because you rather drink those crappy poisonous cocktails he makes at the bar!"

Dean was on his feet now as well. And despite his will, Sam couldn't stop his smile. He never saw his brother this jealous before. It was fun.

"Poisonous? … You … of all people, you are the one who says this? cause as much as I know, you're the one who puts dormitives in my guest's food so the poor guy gets tired and can't spend his time with me!"

"Yeah, because your poor guy is not welcomed in MY PLACE!" Dean yelled, punching the table with so much power that made everyone almost jump out of their skins.

"Dean!" Finally Sam interrupted but as soon as he stood up, someone rang the doorbell and Sam could hear Jodie welcoming someone inside.

"Guys … I know it's not my place to interfere but you two really need to sort things out somewhere private … of course that's when both of you can be much calmer than this."

"No, we have nothing to say or to talk about, anymore. Your brother was clear enough when he said he wants me to move out, so I'll move out. And that's it."

Y/n declared, looking at Sam to resist any eye contact with Dean, probably to make him even more crazy.

"And that's it? You wanna ignore that part where you were too eager and ready to accept that suggestion and leave the bunker instantly like your pants were on fire?!"

Dean retorted while Y/n was shaking her head like she couldn't believe him.

"Whose pants are on fire?" Jodie interrupted as soon as she re-entered the room with the coffees she'd made, this time a man was with her. Y/n's guy. The famous bartender.

*Oh, No!*

Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a second so the guy couldn't read his face.

"Obviously not mine." Dean hissed through his teeth, looking first at the guy and then at Y/n with such a disappointment and rage that no one could ignore.

"Hey, what's wrong?" The guy asked, choosing the worst spot to stand on: right next to Y/n.

"My typical life I guess. Nothing's new." She mumbled in reply to him but her eyes were still on Dean.

"No, nothing is wrong with your life, Y/n. It's about your choices. That's what's wrong with you. As always." Dean said bitterly. As sharp as a knife, as cold as ice. Sam could see how it drained color from Y/n's face.

"You better watch your mouth, buddy." The Gary guy warned Dean and Sam could tell that if it wasn't for the sudden thud sound that stole everyone's attention, Dean would throw a fight right there. But …

"Y/n!" Jodie almost screamed. Y/n was laying on the floor, seemingly unconscious.

"Oh, God." Sam said as Jodie rushed to her.

"Y/n? … Y/n can you hear me?"

As she sat next to her, Gary's fingers already were on Y/n's carotid pulse point. So Sam couldn't stop himself from looking up at his brother, who was still standing where he was. In shock.

"Oh, shit!" Gary's worried voice made Sam check Y/n's pale face again but Jodie was the one to dare ask the question which was on everyone's minds.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Her pulse ... too faint." He said before turning to Dean: "Is she bleeding?"

"Bleeding?" Dean blinked and mumbled in confusion.

If it was up to Sam, he'd ask *What bleeding?* & *Why are you asking this from my brother?*

"Oh my. You still don't know. Do you?" Gary sneered.

"Know what? What's happening?" Jodie was freaking out now and Sam actually felt the same. He didn't like the way this stranger pretended like he knew her better than them. However what happened next was much more unexpected. And … rude!

To everyone's surprise, the guy reached out to Y/n's jeans and drew his hand between her legs but before anyone could react, he spread her legs open so it could be possible for everyone to see that big red stain there. Then he raised his hand. It was all wet and red in blood!

"She's having a miscarriage." He revealed.

Sam's gaze instantly caught Dean's ... Burning. Dean was burning inside with his heavy silence.

"Don't you worry. It's not mine." Gary added more fuel to that hell with such a mocking tone, staring right back at Dean's eyes.

Now Sam could feel it. The storm was there: rising in his brother's roar!

Before Sam could've moved any muscles, Gary was already pinned to the wall, Dean's hands on his now-ripped-out collar.

"Dean, no!" Sam jumped in, trying to catch his brother's arm before his fist make any contact with the guy's nose but all he could do was changing the direction of the punch which landed on Gary's shoulder, making a painful cracking sound.

"I said no … Dean, stop it." Sam had to literally cage Dean in his arms so the furious man couldn't tear Gary apart.

"Get off me, Sam. This son of a bitch has to learn his place."

"Enough!" As Dean just broke himself free, Jodie's scream stopped everyone in their tracks.

"It's enough!" Jodie warned all three men, pointing at them one by one.

"You want to fight? Not here. Not in my house!"

"But ..."

As soon as Dean opened his mouth to protest, Jodie cut him:

"And you … you should know Y/n is pregnant with your twins. So … you'll be a responsible man who will try his best to save them or you can get the hell out of here and never come back!"

"What?" Sam was too shocked to suppress his reaction while Dean couldn't even find any words to say. His confused look darted between Jodie's face and Y/n's figure while his parted lips kept moving without making any noise, just like a dying fish on the shore!

"I promised her not to tell anyone but it was a promise under normal conditions, not this." Jodie sighed, struggling to keep her emotions under control. Sam saw the worry in her frown. Like a real mother, worried for her children. However it was nothing in comparison to his brother's blank eyes and pale face.

"Dean, It's ok. We just need to take her to hospital. … it's ok, man. I promise."

He had to grab Dean by his jacket, as his brother was struggling to process all of these in his head.

"Come on, man. We got no time. Do I need to do this alone or you'll …"

"Get the car, Sammy."

It was just a simple sentence. Yet it had enough power to make Sam's heart sank. Since Dean had put the car keys in his hand saying that, Sam couldn't stop thinking about that tone. Dean never had called Baby a "car" In years. And Sam had never heard that crack in his voice since their Dad's death.

"You ok?" He finally let himself ask, two hours after they arrived at the hospital.

"I want to be." Dean closed his eyes and put his head against the cold wall, letting the dim light to darken the shadows under his eyes.

"I'm sure she'll be good. She's strong, Dean. You know that."

He smiled and Sam looked away not to watch him. He knew that smile. Dean used to give him that, whenever everything was gone so wrong that Dean couldn't promise him anything good. Like when both of them were still kids. Hungry, cold and all alone in a rusty motel room where John had left them on their own for a one day long hunt but then a heavy snow had crashed the roads and kept them apart for half a week. So Dean had to wash the dishes and do the laundry in the motel to rent the room for another day and provide some snacks so they wouldn't starve to death. But after three days, the hotel managers didn't want them to be around. And Sam could vividly remember that smile on his brother's face when he asked: *Where should we go then?*

"You were always such a father material. You know?"

Sam admitted with a broken smile on his face.

"You were always responsible, kind and caring with me as a kid. And I can't imagine anyone who deserves to be a father more than you."

Dean took a deep breath and opened his eyes without looking at him: "But I don't want ... I really can't, Sammy."

All, it certainly wasn't the response Sam had expected. He used to believe that Dean would never turn down any chance to start a family with Y/n. Especially after everything in the world was back to normal.

"Are you kidding me? You always wanted this."

"No …" Dean finally turned his gaze to meet his brother's confused eyes. "No, Sammy. Not like this. I don't want to raise another kid without his mom. I'm not that strong anymore."

Dang. Once again Sam's heart dropped in his stomach. Dean was really helpless.

"Mr. Winchester?"

Dean was on his feet as Sam just realized the doctor's presence.

"It's me."

Sam prayed for any good news as doctor took a glance of Dean and fixed his glasses on his face …

"To be continued …"

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Pre-Fall fic idea for a slow day: Echo asks McCree to go on a date. Liao thinks it'll be a good learning experience for her.

“...I dunno about this...” McCree straightened the collar on his shirt. Why did he dress up for this? Why did Liao feverishly take notes on her tablet when she saw he dressed up for this?

“I think it’s a great opportunity,” said Liao, poking at her tablet.

“See the way you’re gettin’ all excited about it makes me feel like a guinea pig.”

“Echo likes you. She trusts you. This is a chance for her to rapidly expand her social interaction repertoire.”

“It’s still weird.”

“How is it weird?”

“Well... how does it work with the age thing?”

Liao snorted. “What?”

“I mean she just got the body! Don't that make it... y'know...”

“The frame is new, yes, but the bare bones of her coding are only a couple years younger than you,” Liao said breezily, “Her processing levels were miles beyond yours well before she even had a body.”

“Ouch.”

“It’s computer science, Jesse, it’s nothing personal.”

“Why’d you give her hips?”

“Well, controlling said body actually has massive processing demands on its own, so you could say what could be recognized as her pelvic region hosts an 'auxiliary AI core'--"

"There's a brain in her ass?"

"Arguably, humans have a secondary brain in their colonic region--"

"There's a brain in my ass?!"

"We're getting off topic. There's a secondary AI core focused on mechanical coordination that is housed in her pelvic region, it was large enough to warrant certain design shifts to suit her center of gravity, and I wanted a friendly and appealing silhouette so --” Liao perked up, “So you noticed the hips?”

McCree’s face burned and he glanced off.

Liao rolled her eyes and smiled. “Jesse... if this goes really badly, I can just erase it from her memory.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“I’m only saying, the stakes aren’t that high,” said Liao, "I think it's cute that you're getting nervous."

"Nervous, hell! I just don't know what to make of it!"

"You've had plenty of perfectly pleasant conversations with her--"

"They weren't dates!"

"Did you just say yes because you didn't want to hurt her feelings?" the brightness and absolute lack of accusation in Liao's voice only unsettled McCree further.

"N-no..." McCree rubbed the back of his neck, "I--I wasn't really thinking. I guess... I assumed you'd think I'd wreck it or... or wreck her and you'd... write it out of her code..."

"Interesting..." Liao tapped her tablet stylus on her chin.

"I ain't that good with sciencey shit! Reyes brought me on to shoot things!" McCree shrugged a little helplessly, "And the way you talk about her, I don't know if she's a--a work in progress, or-or your kid so..."

"A little bit of both. This is where AI gets messy," said Liao with a smile, "You don't know if you're making something human... but you get to make something new."

McCree just stared at Liao for a few seconds, opened his mouth to say something, realized he had no idea what to say to that, and then closed his mouth.

"It's going to be wonderful," said Liao, gently putting a hand on the back of McCree's shoulder.

"Wait--Is there anything I should---?" McCree started but the door slid open and Liao more or less shoved him out into Zurich Headquarters' courtyard gardens. It was twilight, Friday night, and strings of fairy lights had been strung around the sycamores, magnolias, and plum trees that decorated the garden. A couple of brightly colored paper lanterns were strung along the lines of electric lights, giving the usual contemplative and monumental air of the garden a more warm and festive feeling. McCree scanned the garden, seeing a table set with candles and a small basket of bread about 15 feet ahead of him.

"Jesse?" McCree heard a familiar voice and swiveled on his heel to see... a glowing blue-white Dolly Parton circa 1974 in a daisy-patterned peach sundress.

"Whuh..." McCree's face scrunched up in confusion.

"Is this okay?" Dolly Parton spoke with Echo's voice and McCree visibly flinched again. "Oh you don't like it--" The glowing Dolly Parton pressed her fingers to her forehead. "Give me a moment! I can fix it!"

"Echo--?" McCree started, but holographic pixels spiraled around the not-Dolly Parton and reshaped her into.... Olivia Rai, her usual afro styled into the more-textured Gibson Girl hairstyle she sported in Six Gun Killer.

"What about this?" said Echo, "Is this all right?"

"I mean I like the movie but--" McCree started but the pixels whirled around Echo.

"Lee Byung-Hun, 2016, Magnificent Seven," said Echo. “My scans of your hormone levels showed an overwhelming positive reaction to him.” Again, this hologram form was still in the sundress.

Okay we really need to talk about the scanning thing, thought McCree, but he just stammered out, "They're all really nice, Echo, but you don't have to--" McCree rubbed the back of his neck, "I mean, I think we'll both be more comfortable if you're... you, y'know?"

"Me? But it's so..." 2016 Lee Byung-hun Echo twiddled her fingers nervously, "It's so..."

"It's the you I know," said McCree, shrugging, "I like it, Echo, really."

The hologram fell away from Echo in a shower of cubic pixels, revealing a partially holographic head on a heavily modified omnic frame. She was a patchwork between a handful of standard omnic parts and sleek parts whipped up on-site at this point. No wings. The sundress sagged a little off her metal frame.

"There you are," said McCree.

Echo smiled a little. "Sorry... the hologram capabilities were for optimal interfacing... so I thought..."

"I get it," said McCree with a smile, "I was a little nervous too."

"You were?!" said Echo, "But you're so... charming! And my scans of your antibodies revealed that it was very statistically likely you have had higher than average amounts of--"

"Hoookay! Moving on!" McCree said quickly.

"Moving on," said Echo, processing this.

There was the sound of a cybernetic throat being cleared and both McCree and Echo turned their heads to see Genji in a long-sleeved collared shirt, black vest, bow tie, and apron.

"Genji?" said McCree, suppressing a laugh in his voice.

"...not a word," said Genji.

"I know I got stuck as the waiter back in Venice but this is--"

"I said not a word!" said Genji, furiously. He drew in a steadying inhale. "Ma'am and sir. If I may direct you to your table."

"...oh this is rich--" McCree started.

"McCree, I know 37 ways of killing you in under 11 seconds, do not test me," said Genji.

"Uh huh," said McCree, "Show us the way, Garçon."

Genji muttered something under his breath in Japanese as he lead them to the table. McCree hurried over to Echo's side and pulled out her chair for her.

"Oh--Thank you!" said Echo, sitting down.

Genji rolled his eyes as McCree took his own seat. "Liao was able to negotiate with the headquarters chefs,” he said, setting glasses of water on the table, “You're getting chicken scallopini and asparagus."

"So there's not a menu--?" McCree started.

"You're getting chicken scallopini and asparagus," said Genji, with about as much murder as anyone could inject into the words 'Chicken scallopini and asparagus.'

"Okay," said McCree meekly as Genji walked off briskly.

"Er--don't mind him," said McCree as Genji walked off, "Blackwatch suspended... getting antsy, y'know."

"I don't," said Echo, equally pleasantly and blankly.

McCree cleared his throat and grabbed some bread from the basket between them, buttering it. "Well... You heard about the Venice incident, right?"

"I did not," said Echo, "I'm quarantined from most networked systems."

"Mm," McCree took a bite of his buttered bread, "Well... the long and short of it is, we fucked up."

"Not you!" said Echo on reflex.

"Well, not me, at first--but we had to follow through on the fuck-up if we were going to get out of it alive," said McCree with a shrug.

"I'm sure you did your best," said Echo, picking up a piece of bread. They both knew she couldn't eat, so instead, she seemed to be using it as something to do with her hands, breaking it off into bits.

"Eh, I don't think any of us were at our best," said McCree, "But... you do what you can, right?"

""Mm-hmm," Echo nodded, "Doctor Liao's been able to convince a handful of operatives to bring my AI processor on the orca with certain missions to observe, but my speech is disabled. Apparently it 'freaks people out.'" Echo glanced off resentfully.

"Not you?" said McCree.

Echo nodded. "And I know Morrison doesn't like me learning combat tactics."

"Echo, I can't think of anyone who loves humanity more than you," said McCree.

"Thank you, Jesse," said Echo. She was silent for a few beats. "And.... thank you for doing this. I--I don't know how you see me..."

"I'm still figuring that out too," said McCree, smiling a little, "But... I like to think I'm a good judge of character. And I'm proud to know you. And I'm proud that I mean enough to you to be here."

Echo's hologram face brightened, and she glanced off, a bit bashfully. "I--I can't even eat bread," she said quietly, smiling as she glanced down at the small pile of shredded bread bits on her plate.

"Psh. Bread. You can turn into whoever you want. Why worry about bread?" said McCree.

Echo snickered a little.

"...who's your favorite to turn into?" asked McCree, "I know you were turnin' into all that stuff earlier for me because of all the stuff we talked about and those dumb movies we watched--”

“I don’t think they’re dumb--”

“But... what about you? Is there a person you like turning into?"

Echo thought for a few seconds. "I would say...Figure skaters," she said thoughtfully.

"Figure skaters?" McCree repeated.

"Not any individual one, but I’ve been putting together a composite hologram of several of them," said Echo, "Skaters, they--they aren't ruled by the same physics as other humans. All that power, all that grace, all on a plane that does not have the same rules of speed or friction."

"Bet you'd be a hell of a dancer," said McCree, smiling.

"I like to think I'm learning," said Echo, with a slightly smug shrug.

"Chicken scallopini," a plate clanked unceremoniously in front of McCree and McCree flinched to attention to see Genji next to him.

"Jesus, man! A little warning next time!" said McCree.

"Ninja," said Genji flatly.

"What about her?" said McCree, pointing at Echo.

Genji looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Jesse, it's fine," said Echo. She waved her hands and a hologram of what appeared to be lobster thermidor glowed into existence in front of her.

"...she can take care of herself," said Genji, walking off, "Let me know if you need a refill on water."

"Don't mind him," McCree said again.

"I don't," said Echo, materializing a holographic fork into existence and taking a holographic bite of her holographic food.

McCree sectioned off bites of his own meal and took tentative bites and chews, but it was good. A faint 'Mm' fell out of him and he opened his eyes to see Echo closely observing him. He took another bite, not taking his eyes off of Echo this time. Echo seemed to do the same, imitating him. But it wasn't quite the same, he observed. There was a lot of Liao in her, the way she'd stuff food off to one cheek and slowly parse it out as long as she needed while she multitasked. He saw it in all the nights Liao had brought takeout to the lab. In this case, Echo perfectly adapted Liao's eating habits to McCree's.

McCree swallowed hard. "Do you ever uh... make food... make you happy?"

"What do you mean?" said Echo.

"Well, if you eat really good food, you go, like, 'mm' and stuff--if all the food is only stuff you come up with... how does that work?"

Echo thought for a few seconds. "I... never thought of food as stimulating the pleasure response. Mostly it just seemed necessary for interfacing. Does it stimulate a pleasure response?"

McCree tried not to focus too hard on the words 'Pleasure response.' "Well, it depends on the food," said McCree.

"Does your food stimulate a pleasure response?"

"I mean compared to the rest of the shit I've had this month? Definitely," said McCree with a shrug.

"I see," said Echo. She looked at her food for a few seconds. She took a bit of her own holographic meal and a deep, sensual "Mmnh," bloomed out of her, her shoulders bunching up and her head tilting back with the sensation.

McCree sharply inhaled, realized his mouth was full of chicken scallopini, and coughed and choked for nearly a minute.

"Did I do it wrong?!" Echo asked with alarm.

"N--" McCree coughed, "No--" He coughed again, "You're-- You're doin' fine--"

Echo giggled. “I--I’m sorry, I’m still deciphering the appropriate forms of human pleasure.”

McCree found his face burning again and just gulped down some of his water.

“...that was an odd thing to say,” said Echo, glancing off.

“Nah, I’ve been told I’m old-fashioned a lot,” said McCree with a dismissive hand wave.

“Well, that’s why I like you,” said Echo, shyly.

McCree’s chews slowed.

“You... feel solid. I know I can trust you to... to tell me what you think... but.. also to be kind. I don’t know what other people want from me, but I know you just want another person. And... you’re very open in terms of what that person can be.”

“Well I can tell you you don’t need to be Dolly Parton to win me over,” said McCree with a shrug and another bite of his food.

Echo giggled again and McCree swallowed.

“I’m still not sure if I’m doing this right,” said Echo, smiling down at her own hologram food.

“Eh, you don’t really think of it in terms of ‘doing it right’--it’s mostly just about both of you having a good time. And trust me, you’re a better date than a lot that I’ve had,” said McCree with a snicker, “I just hope I’m doing it right too, y’know? It’s a lot of pressure, being anyone’s first date.”

“Oh!” Echo perked up, “I never thought of it that way....”

“Am I doing it right?” said McCree with a slight lopsided smile.

“Hmm...” Echo seemed to genuinely and very seriously ponder this.

“Oh come on, you’re making me nervous!” said McCree.

“Current assessments are... positive,” said Echo, “More data may be necessary to confirm any findings I’ve drawn thus far. We may have to do this again. An experiment is useless unless you can replicate its results”

“So... second date then?” said McCree, “That’s generally considered a good sign.”

“Oh! So I’m good at this!” said Echo.

“Sure are,” said McCree with a snicker.

Echo beamed.

“Think we might have to do something other than dinner next time, though. I think if we try to get Genji in a waiter outfit again, he may actually kill me.”

“I estimate by his hormone levels and body temperature that there is an 89% likelihood of that occurring, yes,” said Echo. They both laughed for a little bit, and as the giggles died down Echo tilted her head. “So... you’ve been on bad dates?”

“Oh, terrible dates--but I don’t want to bore you---”

“It could be very useful data!” said Echo with that same brightness Liao had shown when she saw McCree being nervous.

McCree rubbed his chin. “Well... there’s a couple funny stories....”

-----

McCree was humming when he arrived in the Blackwatch sector later that night, bobbing his head and shoulders a bit with his humming as he loosened his bolo tie and took off his hat.

“Sounds like someone had a good time,” Reyes was seated in front of Blackwatch’s main monitor, mindlessly leafing through some paperwork.

McCree barely interrupted his own humming with an “Mm-hmm” as he kept walking past.

“Reyes, you really must find a way to end Blackwatch’s suspension, or I fear he’ll romance one of the custodian’s vacuuming bots, next,” said Moira, leaning against the desk next to Reyes.

“Eh, if it means getting Genji in a bowtie again...” Reyes shrugged.

“You will never get me in a bowtie again,” Genji seethed from a shadowed corner.

“You asked for a mission--” Reyes started, but cut himself off as the three of them watched McCree continue to walk and hum down to his own quarters.

“...by god, I think he actually had a good time,” Reyes said quietly.

“Madness is setting in,” Moira mused.

“We need to get out in the field again,” Genji said, his voice tense.

“Or maybe you just need a date,” said Reyes shrugging. Reyes heard the audible click of the shuriken plate on Genji’s arm as Genji’s shoulders tensed up. “...or not.”

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