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robinrequiems · 3 years

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hey any1 want some superman jon and batman Damian hcs? too bad cause you’re getting them

• damian realized why no one wanted to be batman when he turned 18 and Bruce decided to give him batman when he was 22.

• jon realized why jon didn’t want to be superman when he also turned 18

• oh and right, by gave, I mean bruce sorta can’t be batman anymore. medical reasons…

• damian sorta uh. persuaded clark into giving jon superman.

Damian: look. I don’t wanna be worlds finest with you, old man.

Clark: im- im not old—

Damian: listen here, jon and i? we are gonna surpass you and my dad. so give it to jon and let me prove it.

Clark: this doesn’t seem like a good idea— you aren’t ready— neither is jon

Damian: wait- wait, you don’t believe in your son and i??? wow. WOOOW. okay. i see.

Clark: that’s not it!-

Damian: sure. sure. don’t worry. I see now.

Clark: wait I do!

Damian: no, no you don’t.. it’s— it’s okay, I get it, it’s me, huh?

Clark: no!

Damian: I get it

Clark: please i do! I’ll - oh my rao, you’re playing me

Damian: i am. i cant do this without jon though. please, Clark.

Clark: *sigh, how did he get manipulated by a kid he used to babysit* okay.

• okay so now jon may be a little overwhelmed because one day he’s flamebird, the next, he’s becoming superman? huH. it’s extremely uh. worrying. and really just? wow.

• does Damian feel bad? oh yeah. he does. so bad. but he really can’t do it alone. they always dreamed of being their parents. or being better than them. but they grew up and realized that they really didn’t want to be their parents.

• but here they were, getting fitted for their suits and adding their own details to it.

jon: hey, you look hot

damian: please. shut up.

• they could do this. they could do this. shoot they can’t do this.

• damians own anxiety was going 50 mph. look, okay? remember before heretic when Bruce thought that Damian would become a satanic batman and basically rain hell all over gotham? yeah. that’s what is going on in damians mind.

• he doesn’t want to be that. ( “you won’t be like that, cmon, d, we’re gonna be better.” ) and how Damian wants to believe jon so bad..

• he doesn’t want to become obsessed with Batman like his father did, he still wants to have a life. he doesn’t want to isolate himself away and adopt kids as a coping mechanism. that’s why he needs jon to be superman. jon helps him, he helps him not go off into his own little world and stay there. he believes that with Jon, he’ll be okay. he has to be. maybe he uses jon as his own coping mechanism, but that isn’t the point.

• together, they will outshine their parents. the supersons can do this. they are the next generation, and it’s not like they are alone. they have so many other people to help them. they’ll be okay.

• they have been preparing for this their whole life, but they both feel like they got it too soon. they thought they had more time. Damian does feel guilty when he hears jon talking about how stressed he is about superman and not living up to whatever the hell he has to live up to, but Damian does fear what would. or could. have happened if he didn’t have jon with him. becoming batman took a lot out of him, more than he would like to admit. he just got constant flashbacks to heretic and that whole fiasco he thought he put behind him a loong time ago.

Jon: are you sure you’re okay?

Damian: yes idiot, quit worrying.

Jon: I’ll always worry about, d.

• jon somehow becomes MORE sappier when he becomes superman.

• okay, also, funny story. ( Clark and Bruce don’t find it funny AT ALL ) superman and batman? yeah they sorta kissed after an almost alien invasion. in their suits. uh. in front of an alien who they were arresting for the green lanterns. most people believe that when people say it, it’s a lie, kidding. no they don’t. there were pictures.

bruce: you want to explain this?

damian: not really, no.

• the public knows there’s a new Batman and Superman since yk. Jon’s face is public and was seen as superboy flamebird and now superman, and batman was slightly smaller and had some different moves

• but here’s their main line up: batman ( dami wamie, obvi ), superman ( jonnyboy kent ), nobody ( maya:)) ), green lantern ( tai pham, my baby boy ), lace ( wallace west 2, he goes by lace instead of flash because i said so. ), and shazam ( billy b ).

• fun fact, they have a den mother even though they are all in their 20s. poor dinah.. yeah black canary is their den mother. ( stole it from from yj )

• dinah makes sure they get their injuries checked out, train regularly, and you know. don’t blow up a building.

• again.

• ( when damian and jon were younger, in their teen years, they stupidly accidentally blowed up a building. in their defense, the building was owned by the penguin. and there were no civilians in the area. but they also got a lot of men sent after them.. oops. )

• they are very chaotic. they are the definition of dumbass energy sometimes.

• damian tries to keep the pda down whenever he’s batman, BUT JON DOESNT KNOW HOW TO DO THAT

• hence the amount of photos of jon hugging Damian or kissing him

• damian has never once initiated one in suits

• ( that one time jon almost died does not count )

Damian: thought you were gonna be batman.

Tim: nah, i don’t wanna be bruce. i saw what it did to dick. I would’ve became just like him.

Damian: am i like him??

Tim: god no, bruce would never kiss superman or date him or spray paint the new justice league logo— nice logo, by the way— onto villains bases

Damian: is that a good or bad thing?

Tim; good, that means you probably won’t be a total emotional stunted person using crime fighting as an outlet for unresolved childhood trauma.

Damian: you do realize why i became Robin right

Tim: .. not the point im trying to make. I mean now, brat.

• sometimes you can see some of the heroes dropping by to surprise kids, they heard that their old mentors used to go to children’s hospitals to visit sick kids, so they did that too. on a rare day where there isn’t any crime, which is really rare, they go to a school and talk if it’s a weekday, or they drop by an orphanage to hang out with kids.

• they have gotten into a lot of trouble though. they’re still learning how to work as a team. jon and damian are used to being solo and working with each other, Tai had tagged along a few times when they were younger and knows how they work, along with maya, but billy and Wallace do not.

• they often all get into arguments.

• damian lacks a filter and will criticize everyone if they mess up. and he often goes off alone or is too blunt.

• it takes a long time before they all realize that Damian is just: Damian, he doesnt mean to be mean. ( surprisingly )

• billy is used to being the big kid stuck at the kids table, it’s funny that he’s actually the second oldest when he used to be the youngest. ( lace is like.. 27? shazam is 25.. nobody 24. & the supersons 22. pulled all those ages outta my ass. you’re welcome. )

• dinah is also their therapist. poor dinah.

• like really giving pity to dinah. but dinah loves those kids, she has known some since they were kids. she used to take damian out for ice cream and train with him, and also babysit him. ( AUNT DINAH IS MY FAVORITE GOODBYE ). and she did the same with Jon.

• dinah actually does help a lot of them get over their trauma, not completely, but most have finally spoken about it. they began talking after they all got hit with fear gas.

• that was a bad night.

• they had almost disbanded before when they thought lace had died by the hands of captain cold. they had been arguing all day, and if they didn’t, they might’ve saved him:

• but turns out he wasn’t dead.

• but the argument was still there, and it was strong. it took a while for them to actually work together without dinah forcing them.

• then soon came another new member after maya left to go do some undercover mission for the justice league regarding some alien tech being distributed some place. it was a sad goodbye, but she would be back and she would have a place here.

• welcoming: yara flor. yara was a bit headstrong and wild. damian has screamed at her a lot and almost got into a fist fight with her before being dragged off by his boyfriend 💋

• but she settled in fine. minus the fact damian really wanted to shove a batarang up— anyways. she just had to learn teamwork and shit, she was used to being a solo and she was somewhat new. so they helped her out and she became a solid member of the team.

• sometimes damian and jon just go and sit on a rooftop like they did as kids togeyher. just alone with each other. thinking about how their life changed so quickly.

Damian: i thought we’d ruin our fathers’ legacies and plummet to the ground.

Jon: *he coughed* ..what?

Damian: yeah. i didn’t think we’d get this far, but here we are.

Jon: of course we got this far, and we’re gonna get further.

Damian: i know.

• oh yeah. so. superman. fucking proposed after they defeated darkseid. ( the battle was long, so many people were left injured and on the brick of death, Damian and jon had been separated when it all started. Damian had stayed on earth at first before going to apokolips. Damn he hadn’t seen it since he got resurrected.

Darkseid: oh. I remember you.

Damian: mhm?

Darkseid: ah yes, the little boy who was resurrected here.. the chaos share, your father used it on you.

Damian: i know. i remember what happened. I was there afterall.

Darkseid: I wonder if you are as smart as the original batman.

Damian: i am.

• damian was buying time. he was waiting for reinforcements, namely the people who had powers and could take him down. damian wasn’t stupid. he realized darkseid liked to talk. his friends were fighting off the female furys or whatever they were called. he just had to wait and entertain.

Darkseid: quite the ego there.

Damian: i saved the justice league when i was 13, i deserve to have an ego.

Darkseid: oh, you are by far more talkative than the original.

Damian: thanks.

Darkseid: not a compliment, you fool.

• yeah so. darkseid tried to kill damian, with a beam thing. Damian was about to flip away like the baddie he is, but. jon. went out and yk. took the hit. dumbass.

Damian: you have such a big hero complex.

Jon: wow I just saved you and that’s what you say?????

Damian: yes.

• anyways, after they defeat darkseid, jon pops out a ring from his pocket and asks damian to marry him on apokolips.

Damian: you seriously couldn’t wait til we got on earth?

Jon: dames you almost died. what if- what if something happens, I’ve been putting this off for so long. cmon please?

Damian: you’re seriously asking me to marry you here where, I’m pretty sure, a lot of shit happened to our parents here.

Jon: no time like the present.

Damian: fair. okay.

Jon: just okay???

Damian: im sorry, do you want me to cry or something?

Jon: ughh, you can be so extra and petty sometimes.

Damian: i am not being petty.

Jon: just because I ask you to marry me here you wanna be like “okay” and that’s it

Damian: you’re so dramatic. I’ll marry you. I wanna marry you. Better?

Jon: yeah:)

#batman Damian wayne #superman jon kent #rambles #hc #worlds finest but it’s better

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miraculouswolf99 · 3 years

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The Language of Flowers

I love Chloe Salt and while this is not the most action-packed of one-shots, I hope you all appreciate the effort that I did to research each and every meaning of the flowers.

*****

Lyon and Vallia Garden.

The first, a teen that would be described as having a heart of ice and a gaze that could freeze you solid. His twin sister, on the other hand, was pretty much said to be a flower garden made human with tree sap instead of blood.

Yet the two stuck to each other as if they were one of those pairs of conjoined twins. The two were opposites in personality, style, and even how they talk. But even then, they were as close as a brother and sister could be.

Nobody in Ms.Bustier's really had any idea about the two foreign students in their class. Of course, they knew that it was part of a program for students of different countries to experience other cultures. But it was almost like having two ghosts in class. They would come and go each day, silent as ever, and it was like they were never there at all.

There wasn't really much of a problem with them, especially since the first day they were there was pretty much the only time they had ever spoken. But they spoke only to give the class brat, Chloe, a good tongue lashing that they all thought she deserved when she tried to make the two as submissive to her as Sabrina. But since then, the two were so silent that most people that were not in the classroom thought that they were mute.

"They two of them are such a mystery," Nino says, a lot of the class hanging out in the classroom during a break since an akuma attack was recently stopped.

The twins were not in the room for reasons no one else knew.

"A mystery wrapped in an enigma and stuffed into a riddle," Alya added, the reporter in her really frustrated.

"They are not as bad as you guys think," Adrien tells them, a bit tired after his fight as Cat Noir.

"How can you be so sure," Alix crosses her arms. "They don't talk to anyone but each other and never in a language we understand."

"I've seen Lyon at his archery practice sometimes when Kagami and I are at fencing," Adrien says. "He probably just has high expectations expected of him like Kagami and me."

"It is probably the same for Vallia, as well, then," Marinette agreed.

"They could, at least, make an effort with us," Kim said.

"My calculations say that there is a less than five percent chance that the two will speak with any of us," Max says.

"They need to learn their places," Chloe sneered. "Bowing at my feet."

"Why are you even here, Chloe," Alya put her hands on her hips. "Everything that ever comes out of your mouth is about as trashy as that dumpster akuma last week."

It had been a garbage man that was having a bad day. Apparently, his daughter was sick, his partner in the truck would not stop singing opera, and then one grosser bags he was trying to put in the truck ripped open. All that combined made him a prime target for Hawkmoth. Luckily, Ladybug, Cat Noir, White Wolf, and Beautifly managed to stop him from turning Paris into one giant landfill. Which, ironically, was his villain name. Landfill.

"My father will hear about..." Chloe tried.

"Shut up, Chloe," Marinette yelled. "Maybe the reason they don't talk to us is that they think we are all just as under your pathetic thumb as Sabrina."

"I'd rather be turned back into Timebreaker than be her minion," Alix stated.

"Adrikins, you going to let them talk to me like that," Chloe tried to whine.

For once, Adrien didn't even try to defend her. He turned away from her, shaking his head. To say that the young model was sick of her never-changing attitude would be the understatement of the century. He did a lot of thinking after the Despair Bear incident. Chloe would never change how she was. She has gotten away with it for too long to ever even want to change. She especially didn't change after being turned into Queen Wasp not too long ago.

"They've only been here for a little over two weeks," Marinette reminded them. "Maybe they just need more time to adjust."

"Having friends would help them adjust, girl," Alya put her hand on her best friend's shoulder.

"There is an 86.5 percent chance of them adjusting better with friends by their side," Max said, Markov floating by his head.

The class would have talked more, but they heard the sounds of two people chattering away in a foreign language coming toward the classroom. And since Lila was still MIA since her first day in class, that meant that it had to be the twins. Everyone quickly scrambled to get into their seats and not look like they had a class meeting without the entire class.

When Lyon and Vallia walked in, the silence that had fallen over the classroom seemed to be a lot worse than being caught in a class meeting. But the Greek twins simply walked to their seats in the back and sat down for class to start up again.

"Vríkate ta sostá louloúdia," Lyon whispered to his sister. Translated: Did you find the right flowers.

"Me píre lígo, allá to ékana," Vallia whispered back. Translated: Took me a while, but I did.

The two silently had smirks on their faces.

*****

The next day, the class was unbelievably shocked by what they saw when they walked into the classroom. There were bunches of flowers on all of their desks. A different flower was on each of them. No two desks had the same flower. Except that Ms.Bustier's desk seemed to have a flower bunch with one of each blossom in it.

"Geia," the Greek twins greeted them, standing at the front of the classroom.

Most of the class was too shocked by the flowers to notice that the two of them had actually talked to them.

"Was there some type of flower akuma and we didn't know about it," Alya looked disappointed that she might have missed an akuma attack for her blog.

"Pardon," Lyon crossed his arms.

The class suddenly realized that the twins were talking to them. The two of them were also each holding a few roses in their hands.

"Are you two actually talking to us," Alix asked.

"Eínai tóso dýskolo na eísai oraía," Lyon says to his sister. Translation: They make it so hard to be nice.

"Páre, aderfí," Vallia responded. Translation: Behave, brother.

"Class, sit down," Ms.Bustier instructed. "Lyon and Vallia have some things that they have collecting in order to share with us."

"Flowers," Max asked, confused.

"We basically grew up surrounded by nature," Vallia says. "Plants can be a language all on their own. You just have to know how to use them."

Lyon took a small sniff of the roses he was holding.

"Take roses, for example," he said. "They perfectly describe us. Roses are said to represent people that are quiet and traditional. Quite fitting for the two of us, isn't it."

The class all sat down in their respected seats. Adrien and Marinette were probably the most interested ones of the class, even if they were all curious. Except for Chloe, of course.

"We spent these last couple of weeks getting to know you guys from a distance," Vallia explained. "It is one of our family traditions to give flowers to someone when they enter the family. By marriage or birth."

"We decided to take that tradition and make a classroom version of it," Lyon says. "Each of you has been given flowers that match your personalities. It took us a while to find the right ones and get them here. Luckily, we have a very wide range of flora at our family sanctuary."

"You spent over two weeks getting us flowers," Alix raised her eyebrow.

"Can there really be a flower for each of us," Mylene wondered out loud.

"You have them all in front of you," Lyon looked a little annoyed.

Vallia did have to admit that she was a tab annoyed as well. While they did not know just how much nature meant to them as a part of their lives, the doubt was still annoying.

"We figured this would show that we are more than two foreigners that like to keep to themselves," Vallia says.

"Keep in mind that I still like to keep to myself most of the time," Lyon said, Vallia knowing how much her brother likes the quiet.

"So, what do these flowers mean," Adrien asks.

To his surprise, neither of the twins pulled out a list or anything that could help them remember all the information. They must really know their stuff.

"We can start with Mylene," Vallia says, the small girl blushing. "We gave her peony flowers. They represent those that are kind and also like small gestures."

Ivan was particularly shocked by that. He had only gotten together with Mylene because she read his song as a poem after his second time being akumatized as Stone Heart. She was not up for the big-time rock and roll version he wrote it as, and just liked it as a simple poem or soft song.

"Ivan's was simpler to find," Lyon said. "The carnation flower has always been used to describe down-to-earth people. Ones that are very grounded."

The other members of Kitty Section looked at Ivan, knowing how that was very true. Ivan had always been the first to calm down any fame that might go to their heads after the Captain Hardrock incident and their performance. Well, after Luka that is. Juleka's brother was basically a saint when it came to being cool, calm, and collected.

"We chose poppies for Alix," Vallia explained the red flowers in front of the skater. "The traits that they represent are those that are creative and bold."

That was definitely Alix to a "T." Her art was a mix of both since she did spraypaint street art. And her natural athletic abilities did make her do some pretty bold things.

"Max and Kim, I thought, were the easiest to match," Lyon said. "Max has the aster flower, which represents those that are smart and devoted. Kim has hydrangeas, for those that are athletic and team players."

The class was starting to see just how much the two had worked on their "project."

"I, personally, liked to say that I enjoyed finding flowers for Rose and Juleka," Vallia smiled. "Mostly because I am holding one of their names."

That got a giggle out of the pink-dressed blond and an eye roll from Lyon.

"Get on with it, Vallia," Lyon says. "We still have actual classes to attend, sister."

The class had to hide groans, especially since Bustier was in the room and they did not want to insult her by accident.

"Fine," Vallia sighed. "I thought that tulips matched Rose because they are for the bright and cheerful. Juleka's are also my personal favorite flower, the lily. They are for ones that are quiet but also inspirational to others."

Juleka tried to hide her face in her hands, knowing that she was blushing. Rose was over the moon, for herself and her best friend. If there was any flower that was spot on for anyone in the class, it would be the one that Rose got.

"Nathaniel and Adrien ended up having the flowers that tie as my favorite," Lyon admitted. "I chose the iris for Nathaniel because it is a flower for daydreamers and the imaginative. Orchids are Adrien's because they represent those that are sophisticated, refined, but have good hearts."

Both mentioned boys blushed. While Adrien did have more friends than Nath, both of them were naturally quiet and not used to such praise. Yes, Adrien is a model, but it be a miracle to hear any sort of praise from his father. And Nath was only just starting to come out of his shell thanks to Marinette.

"Sabrina was a tad bit more difficult to match," Vallia almost did not want to admit. "But when you learn about who she is, she is optimistic and also tends to be a morning person. Those are the traits of the daisy."

Sabrina was shocked, as were most of the class. As usual, Chloe didn't care. She had been sneering at the flowers in front of her since she had sat down. Sabrina was internally jumping up and down in excitement. No one had ever tried to get to know her, especially after she became friends with Chloe.

"Alya is a very modern person while Nino also very much in the tech universe, so they were also a little difficult to translate to our olden tradition," Lyon says. "But we did think that Alya best matched with the daffodil. It represents those that are very social and also love friends and family. Nino's flower is the sunflower, a blossom for the warm and those that tend to be very happy-go-lucky."

Both of those descriptions perfectly matched the two. Alya was probably the most social person in the entire school. She had to be to run Paris's most popular blog.

"I thought that Marinette's was very much telling about who she is," Vallia says, Marinette a little embarrassed. "The calla lily is for hardworking people, but also represents people that can be said to be quite rare as well."

Marinette was now bright red as she hid her face in her arms, Alya patting her back. But you could see the look on the blogger's face that she was enjoying someone telling Marinette how special she was. The girl was too humble for her own good.

"And last, Chloe," Lyon did not look happy about it being his turn to talk when it came time to tell the brat about her flower.

"Saving the best for last," the blond ruined the nice moment the twins had created. "About time you two start giving me the respect I deserve."

That was when Lyon got the most ice-cold look on his face that the class had ever seen. Rose even shivered a little bit, as if she was actually cold from the look he gave the brat.

Adrien remembered seeing him give that look only once more. It was last week when he was at a photoshoot after school. Lyon and Vallia had been in the same park as the shoot and had heard the photographer becoming rather aggressive with him. After a few words about acting like a model should and not a teenage boy, Lyon got in the photographer's face and gave him that very look. He had not said one word, but that look was enough to make the man weak in the knees. He had not spoken to Adrien again the entire shoot and a different photographer was assigned to him soon after that day.

"Alright, here is what your flower says about you," Lyon's voice could freeze the Atlantic. "The gardenia flower represents those that like living in a life of luxury. Those that like the lifestyle of the one percent..."

Chloe seemed to be happy with that, but Lyon almost smugly popped her bubble.

"Basically, it's the flower for spoiled brats that need to get taught the meaning of the word 'no," he finished.

#ml salt #chloe salt #i hate chloe #original character #miraculous fandom #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #class sugar

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tae-cup · 4 years

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Down With The Ship | One

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female!Reader

Summary: Captain Jeon Jungkook; a beautiful mess of blood and gold. His greatest treasure, may also be his greatest downfall.

Genre: Pirate!au

Warnings: Mild mild mild sexism, talks of arranged marriage, people being asses and some people being nice

Rating: T for Teens

A/N: I’m so impatient asdfkhslkfh Cross posted to AO3

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Word Count: 8.2k Words

Network Tag: @castlebangtan

Other: Masterlist

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The ship had been sitting in the harbor for exactly two days, three hours, 30 minutes, and 41 seconds. You timed it, tapping your foot against the tiles of the hallway. The moon was still in the sky and wouldn’t be rising for another three hours. You had three hours to convince the crew of that ship to take you in. Why? Well, you didn’t want to get married, that’s why.

The gold band around your ring finger was more of a shackle than any chain or handcuff. You snuck out of the backdoor. It was...easier than you thought it. You wore a pair of baggy pants that you stole from your brother and a nightshirt with the end result being a tragic mess.

On your way, you ran into a young guard. His face looked new, so he was likely in training. He looked startled to see you there and you could almost feel the nerves rolling off of him. You smiled and he looked hesitantly from you to the backdoor.

“Hey aren’t you-?” He started, but you swiftly kneed him where the sun didn't shine and sprinted. He groaned in pain, falling down with a loud thud and probably waking up half the household. You didn’t have much time.

The wind ran through your hair as you hurried down the darkened streets. You tried your best to take the back routes, the smell of the sea drawing you nearer. You had always felt a connection to the sea, you couldn’t stay away from it. The crystal waters, the froth of a storm, the salt that tinged the air. You fell in love with it and fell out of love with your home. Ever since...You shook your head, trying to forget the past.

Your skin longed for the cool water to lap over it, to caress your body, and take you away from the awful life you had. Well, it wasn’t that awful, but it was certainly no way to live. Yes, you had luxurious items, but that wasn’t what you wished for. Adventure called to you as you neared the docks. The distant shouts of men and the sound of metal clanking against metal invaded your senses. In your hand was a small bag of necessities; a change of clothes, undergarments, a pen, and a notebook of papers. You made your way to the ship you had been watching for the past three days.

The ship was tall and proud, the mast reaching high into the sky. The sails were drawn in, the anchor weighing down the wood. The ship looked weathered but sturdy. There was a dim candle flame flickering in the round window of the ship. You took a deep breath and stood outside the hull. The walkway was drawn up so you weren’t left with many options. You checked your watch. You had two hours to sunrise. Two hours until everyone would begin looking for you, maybe less. You looked around the dock, searching for and gathering stones. You took a deep breath, returning to your spot.

Five chances. You held the other four rocks in your arm and then with your dominant hand, you gripped one of the stones. You winded up and threw. Clank. It hit the hull. No movement. You sighed and moved to aim for the window. Clank. It missed by a few feet. Three more chances. Your hands clenched and unclenched nervously. You had never been...the most athletic. Clank. Closer. Clank. Right on the money.

You held your breath, waiting as the candlelight suddenly disappeared from the window and the small circle popped open. The candle stuck out, now attached to an arm. The dawn was fast arriving, the sky lighting up into a gray sky, the clouds still overcast.

“Who goes there?” A deep voice barked out.

“I was wondering if you had any, uh, any openings on your ship for one more?” You called out, your voice traveling easily in the quiet. Upon hearing your voice, the hand withdrew, and instead, a face popped out of the hole.

“Little girl, do you know who we are?” The man had very defining features, his nose prominent and his lips wide.

“No, but I really just want to get out of here, you have to let me on.” You could almost hear your mother calling for you.

“There’s a merchant ship coming in the morning, you can hop on their ship.” You saw him look you over.

“Achem, sir, you don’t understand I...I need to go now.”

“You being chased or something?” The man narrowed his eyes.

“Something like that.” You smiled weakly.

Surprisingly, he laughed loudly and disappeared from the window. A few moments later he appeared on deck, a coat hastily thrown on as he lowered the stairs for you.

“Climb aboard.” He held out his hand and you hurried forward heart pounding. “I’m Taehyung, the gunner on this here crew.” He explained as he redrew the walkway. “Let’s just say this isn’t the first time we’ve helped a runaway.”

“Thank you.” You said breathlessly.

“Though, we’ve never helped one quite as pretty as you, maybe Jin?” He seemed to go off into his own tangent.

“I think you’re very...pretty, sir?” You said awkwardly.

“I’m glad you think so.” He laughed and slung his arm around your shoulder. “I think you’ll fit in just fine-”

“Kim Taehyung, who the hell is this.” A new voice barked. A tall man appeared from the shadows.

“Ah, Jungkook, this is…” Taehyung turned to you expectantly.

“Y/N.” You finished for him, summoning a smile despite wanting to turn around and run.

The man, Jungkook, was intimidating, his aura commanding attention. He had inky black hair and even darker eyes. The man looked like he had just gotten out of bed and yet he still looked handsome.

“Y/N, this is Jungkook, our fearless captain.” Taehyung stood up straighter.

“Nice to meet you.” You bowed your head.

“Why are you here?” Jungkook wasted no time.

“I’m running away.” You were apprehensive to tell him much else. What if he just delivered you back home after hearing your story? Would he think you were a stuck up brat?

“From who?”

“My mother,” You started, he scoffed. “And an arranged marriage.” You continued quietly, shifting uneasily from foot to foot. The ring on your left finger felt heavier than ever as he scrutinized you.

“Fine. You can stay, but you need to pull your weight.” He turned on his heel. “Follow me.”

Taehyung rushed forward, shoving you along as well.

“Exciting! He’s never this quick in his judgment, though he’s always had a soft spot for young ladies such as yourself.” He whispered.

“Y/N?!” Your mother’s distinct voice called. “Is that you?!”

“Shit.” You muttered. Of course, that guard went and tattled on you! What happened to the scout’s honor? Taehyung turned, along with Jungkook.

“I suppose that’s your people?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow and walked purposefully past you. He was at the side of the ship in four strides. “Who goes there?”

“Lady Y/LN. I request my daughter to be returned immediately!” Your mother’s shrill voice shot through the harbor. You winced at her tone, eyes meeting Jungkook’s. You begged him not to tell her, but he didn’t seem to register you at all.

“I’m sorry, we have no woman on this ship, Lady Y/L/N.” Jungkook responded curtly and walked away from the side, ignoring your mother’s protests. You watched him, confusion and shock written on your face. Did he just...defend you? No one had ever done that before, taken your side. It had always been you versus the world.

“Get ready to set sail. It seems we can’t stay here much longer and Ms. Y/N, I need to speak with you immediately.” Jungkook clasped his hands behind his back, walking forward.

You hurried after him, falling into step just a pace or two behind. You weren’t well versed in crew behaviors, but if he was the captain, he was much like a nobleman. And you always had to fall a step behind a nobleman, regardless if you were a man or woman, but especially if you were a woman.

There were shouts as Taehyung wrestled his crewmates out of bed. As you sat in, what you assumed to be, Jungkook’s office, you could hear the footsteps of several other people. They all scurried to the demands of a new muffled voice.

Jungkook took a seat, propping his legs up on the desk and crossing them. You realized he was, in fact, no nobleman at all. He watched you carefully as you sat across from him.

“So, you’re going to tell me all about yourself, little miss, and then I’m going to give you two options, got it?” He rested one arm on the back of his chair, the other hanging over the armrest.

“Right.” You cleared your throat, still trying to take in all that had happened. His eyes appraised you, flickering from your eyes to your lips to your neckline.

“Well, I’m Y/N, as you know. I ran away because I’m being forced to marry someone I don’t love, simple.” You explained dryly. You flashed your engagement ring and then slid it off, pocketing it. “Haneul isn’t a bad guy, but we don’t mix at all and I don’t think I’d survive a day married to him.”

“Alright.” That seemed to be a good enough excuse. The captain pursed his lips in thought. “I’ll give you two options. Option one; you join my crew full time. Option two: we drop you off at the next town and you’ll be on your own.”

“Both sound...not so bad.” You thought for a moment. He seemed amused. You wanted adventure, you didn’t want to be dumped off on your own again. “I’ll join your crew.”

“Do you know who we are?”

“No, I just saw your ship, and, well, I’ve always loved the sea.” Your eyes went distant as you thought about it.

Jungkook smirked, letting out a chuckle of laughter. He took his feet off the desk and leaned on the desk, chin resting on his interlaced fingers.

“Welcome to the crew of the Bulletproof Boy Scouts.”

Shit.

Okay, so jumping aboard the most feared pirate crew of the decade was not the best decision you had ever made. It was right up there with agreeing to an engagement you knew you would never follow through with and stealing your mother’s jewelry.

“You can’t fish, you can’t wield a sword, and you can’t even cook. So what can you do, little lady.” Jungkook frowned, drumming his fingers impatiently on the desk.

The slight swaying of the ship was making you nauseous and it didn’t help that you were below decks and not up above. It felt extremely stuffy, borderline claustrophobic.

“I can draw. I’ll help you navigate and write out maps.” You cleared your throat, trying to settle your stomach.

“Hm…” His eyes were cold, calculating, as he seemed to think it over. “I suppose so, but you’ll need to help Jimin with his chores as well.”

Jungkook stood and motioned for you to follow him. He opened the wooden door and led you down a series of halls. They were short and thin. Your shoulders almost brushed the sides if you walked straight. You didn’t feel...scared of Jungkook. He was definitely intimidating, but you didn’t fear for your life. You had heard the tales of his crew being merciless and cutthroat, not sparing a single person on a ship if they happened to raid it.

“There are some things we need to go over.” He stopped and turned to you.

You stopped short, trying not to bump into him, but a wave of dizziness washed over you. You were definitely feeling a bit seasick, but you had enough pride not to tell him.

“Which are?” You stared at him, your expression confused.

“In order to become a full-fledged crew member, you need to go through our trials.” He explained.

You waited for him to continue, your attention still on him. You were very good at following orders, you had been doing so your entire life. Reading social cues and understanding another’s position were all things you had been taught at a young age. It was mostly to prepare you for a valuable suitor, but you never had any intention of following through on that part.

“The trials are three things that you should be able to get through easily.” The dark-haired male turned back around, beckoning you to follow him. You fell into step once more. He stopped outside of a door.

“In here are your quarters. Now, before you go in, I’ll tell you about the trials. First, you need to spend a night in the holding cell below deck. Second, eating Jin’s carrot soup. It sounds innocent, but there’s always been something off about it. Third, you need to walk the plank.”

“Walk the plank?” Your eyebrows shot up.

Yes, you could float in the water, even keep yourself upright, but you had never been a strong swimmer.

“If this is your ploy to get rid of me, it won’t work, captain.” You gave him a mocking salute, before remembering your place.

He chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you, Little miss.” You ignored the shiver that rolled down your spine.

“Y/N.” You interrupted, getting tired of being referred to as ‘Little Miss’.

“You earn your name here, darling.” He tilted his head and then turned around. “Meet at the jail tonight for your first trial.” He then proceeded to stride into the hallway and disappear around the corner.

You sighed and took a glance around the hall. It was completely silent except for the creaks and groans of the ship. You carefully opened the door. Inside, there was a desk pushed to the corner of the right wall. The left wall had a bed and on the wall farthest from you was a small round window.

You rushed forward and unlatched the window, letting the night air into your tiny room. You curled your fingers around the cold edge of the window, taking in a deep breath to settle your nerves. You swayed slightly, still trying to get a hang of walking on a ship. Five deep breaths later and you resigned yourself to shut the window. You quite liked the fresh air, but it was starting to get chilly.

The morning sun had finally graced its golden hue across the shimmering ocean. The waves skipped by, nothing more than a blur as the ship sailed away from the port. You opened your small bag and organized your things. You placed the notebook and pen in the desk drawer and stored your spare change of clothes under the bed.

It wasn’t anything too fancy, just a summery yellow dress that you knew would come in handy as it got warmer. There was a soft knock at the door and you would have missed it if it weren’t for you already standing near the door.

You pulled out a string of white lace and tied your hair up with it. Then you shoved the rest of your belongings haphazardly under the bed.

“Hello? Is our little sea artist in there?” A voice you didn’t recognize called out to you.

“Yes, coming!” You knocked into the bed frame, hissing and cursing under your breath.

Being on the ship was already reversing years of properly trained manners. It wasn’t like the principles of dance and etiquette had ever really stuck in your mind anyway. You had only been on the ship known as BTS for about two hours and you had already grown attached.

You threw open the door, nursing your smarting elbow. A man with broad shoulders and the most perfectly shaped face you had ever seen stood in the doorway. He had an eyebrow raised, his hand frozen mid knock. You cleared your throat awkwardly.

“I’m sorry have we already met? I’m pretty bad with names.” It was a lie, but to be fair, the morning had been hectic. He just let out a laugh at your antics.

“No, I don’t believe so. I’m Kim Seokjin, but please, just call me Jin.” He said, dipping his head.

“Y/N.” You responded in turn and followed his gesture.

“Nice to meet you! I’m the boatswain here on this fine ship.” He grasped your arm and dragged you above deck. “The Captain asked me to give you a tour and introduce you to our crew.”

“Oh my god, I’m supposed to eat your soup later.”

He seemed deeply offended and he crossed his arms. “I don’t know why that’s still on the stupid trials. I don’t add any weird ingredients, it’s just carrot!”

Jin was the opposite of any rumors you had heard while Jungkook hit the mark perfectly. The contrast was astonishing.

The wind whipped around the loose strands of your hair as you stepped into the blinding sunlight. Waves flickered by, splashing harmlessly against the hull. Jin led you over to the bow of the ship where a young man was standing at a large steering wheel. He was accompanied by a shorter man and they were giggling about something. The picture was pretty adorable.

“Hoseok!” Jin shouted over the wind, pulling you until you were right in front of them. The young man flashed a dazzling smile, handing the wheel over to the man next to him.

“Hello! I’m Hoseok, everyone just calls me hobi, except for the Captain, but he’s a little grouchy.” The man, Hoseok, winked. You chuckled a little, Jungkook’s scowling face coming to mind.

“That’s Jimin, he’s the cabin boy and a little shy, but he’s right up there with the best of us.” He hitched his thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the man behind him.

Hoseok had dark brown hair and chocolate eyes that put you at ease. Jimin had light blonde hair and chubby cheeks. He sent you a shy little wave that made you want to coo.

“Alright, now get back to work, Hoseok. You can’t trust Jimin with the wheel for too long.” Jin rolled his eyes as Hoseok mumbled something under his breath. Then you were swept away to the other side of the ship.

A tall man wearing a loose white top and black pants stood at the railing, clearly deep in thought. Jin cleared his throat loudly, causing the man to startle. He turned around, his mouth open to scold the older man when he noticed you.

“H-hello.” The man seemed quiet. His voice wasn’t soft-spoken, just a little timid about the words he chose.

“Aish, snap out of it. Where’s our fearless first mate, yeah?” Jin patted his back hard, making him cough a little.

“That’s enough! That’s enough! You just startled me.” His voice was husky and low, but not as deep as Taehyung’s. “I’m Namjoon, first mate. You must be the new little miss.” There was a look of disdain in Namjoon’s eyes. “It’s been a while since we’ve had fresh meat.”

“Ah ha...right.” You subconsciously pulled your hair back tighter.

“Someone should go wake up Yoongi, he’s probably still sleeping and we need more fish.” Namjoon instructed, his voice firm without a hint of the timidness displayed a few moments prior. You could see why he was the first mate. Even Jin straightened slightly in his presence.

“Well, looks like there’s no one else around to do it.” The man beside you placed his hands on his hips, a frown was evident. “Come along, missy. You get to have the pleasure of waking him up.”

“I have a bad feeling about this.” You mumbled, following him below deck anyway.

You immediately wanted to go back up. Once you had experienced the freedom of standing on the deck, you couldn’t imagine electing to stay below deck for long periods of time. On another note, your parents would never allow you to sleep past 8:00 A.M. Yet another reason you were an opposite to this sleeping man. Jin took a right and stopped outside of a door.

“I just need to wake him up?”

“Sh!” He put a finger to his lips, then nodded frantically and pointed towards the door.

Then he bolted. He turned the corner, heavy footsteps pounding against the wood floorboards, a creak every now and then.

You sighed as you watched him go. You crossed your arms, pondering what to do. Why did no one want to wake this man up? He was probably harmless, but then again, this was the Bulletproof Boy Scouts who were known for being merciless. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of your neck stood tall. He’s standing behind me, isn’t he?

You turned around, halting a shriek from exiting your throat as you came face to face with a very pale man. You assumed he was Yoongi. Yoongi had very pale, bleached blonde hair and dark eyes. His face didn’t change when you met his gaze. The only sign he wasn’t a mannequin was his eyes moving to take you in. Then, his lips quirked into a smile.

“So I see the others didn’t have the balls to wake me up and instead sent the new girl?” He scoffed. “As if that would change anything, anyway, I’m up now so whatever, you’ve done your job. Now shoo.”

The interaction ended so quickly you got whiplash. The door shut in your face with a loud slam.

“Ah, it’s okay, miss, it’s a real skill to wake him up.” Jimin stood at the end of the hallway, a small smile on his face.

“Oh no, he’s awake, just rude.” You said, emphasizing the last part.

You really should be more thankful, but after meeting the crew, they didn’t seem so bad and you felt yourself quickly easing into the groove of things. There was a muffled crash from inside the room and a string of curses made their way through the door. You let out a breath.

“Anything else I need to do?” You asked, stepping closer.

Jimin seemed to ponder this before wildly shaking his head. His lips were pressed together and you weren’t sure if he was shy or staring at you with distaste. Considering his previous actions, you decided on the former. All the men on the ship held an intimidating presence, but Jimin felt timid. His aura was shy and withdrawn, yet he never seemed bothered by teasing.

“I’m just the cabin boy. If you want a specific job, ask Jungk-I mean the captain.”

“Right.” You nodded your head. Then the two of you fell silent.

You reflected on the men you’d met so far. Hoseok was kind with a warm face and sunny smile, you couldn’t imagine him being as vicious as people claimed. Jimin, who stood before you, had a quiet way about him, but he had the cutest gestures. Jin had a very motherly presence, warm, welcoming, and much like someone who you could depend on. Yoongi, who you’d just met, was, as you called him, rude. He seemed grumpy, a little rough around the edges, but was most likely a good guy. Taehyung was odd. He had this energetic way of conducting himself, yet his personality shifted so drastically when he spoke to Jungkook.

Namjoon held a look of disdain in his eyes when you introduced yourself to him. You chalked it up to him being apprehensive about suddenly have a new person on board. Jungkook was quiet and a bit of an enigma, but he always seemed to have a rage simmering just below the surface. His face floated into your mind and you had to stop yourself from blushing at the thought. Jungkook was one of the most handsome and shockingly beautiful men you had met in a long time. Which was saying a lot since you mostly spoke to nobility in your time at home.

“Right, well,” you stuttered awkwardly. “I guess I should get going.” You brushed past him as you made your way upstairs. He didn’t move, still a little dazed it seemed.

The ocean air was a welcome breeze. You made your way to the nearest railing and leaned over the edge, watching the land grow farther away. The winds were in your favor. The day was clear and the sun glinted off the ocean, making it shine like a diamond. Yes, a diamond that you wanted to spend your entire life polishing and sailing over.

“You might fall in if you lean too far over, little miss.” The unmistakable voice of the captain himself came from your right. You turned to look at him, ponytail flying around your neck as you faced away from the wind.

“Yeah? And who says I don’t want to?”

“The little miss has quite the sharp tongue already.” He watched you carefully, his eyes flicking over your body.

You knew these men had likely never worked with a woman before, but they all acted like you were the first meal they’d seen in ages. It was as if they’d never even seen a woman and that was factually untrue because Taehyung and Jungkook spoke with your mother. Though, you wouldn’t blame them for mistaking that screeching owl for some animal instead of a noblewoman.

“Must be the effect of being around you, lover boy.” You said without thinking, then suddenly halted. He raised an eyebrow and then barked out a laugh.

“You are a funny one, miss.” His eyes crinkled in amusement, his lips curling to show off a bunny smile. You huffed a little and turned back to look at the ocean skidding by.

“It’s beautiful out here. I thought I’d never see it.” You said after a brief pause. He just nodded, looking out over the deep cerulean blue of the sea.

“Despite all differences, everyone on this ship shares one thing in common.” He began, taking in a sharp inhale of salty air. “We all hold a deep love for the sea.”

The jail door slammed shut, keys locking it into place. It was dark, damp, and cramped down in the holding rooms. They weren’t so much rooms and more like little jail cells, metal bars, and all. You groaned, trying to reason with Taehyung.

“Taehyung, it’s so cold, could I at least have a blanket?” You pleaded. Sure, you sounded spoiled as fuck, but it was pretty chilly and you were probably going to catch a cold.

“No can do.” He stated simply, brushing his fingers through his long dirty blonde hair. In his other hand, he swung the keys around on the ring.

“What if the ship starts sinking, will you just let me drown?”

“The ship won’t sink.” His words did little to ease your worries.

Your teachers had always called you a worry wart, impulsive, and you had the habit of then freaking out when those impulsive decisions led to a bad situation. Just like now. You crossed your legs, leaning back against the wooden boards.

“Are you going to stand there all night?”

“Nope.” Taehyung smiled, or at least you thought he did. It was dark and the candle he held was on its last legs. “When the candle runs out, we switch places.” He explained. “I have the hard job of waiting until you’re asleep.”

“Oh boo hoo, you have to talk to me.” You rolled your eyes.

Your tutors would be horrified if they could see you now. There was a steady drip from the ceiling, which you didn’t want to know was from, and the wall you leaned against was slightly damp from the ocean crashing against it.

On the bright side, the ship was rocking so steadily it was quick to make you drowsy.

“Goodnight, little miss. Tomorrow I hope to call you Y/N.”

You came to around midnight. That’s what you thought at least. The jail was pitch black and you couldn’t help the little flutter of panic that crawled up your throat. Then there was a heavy stomping up the stairs that led to the jail and another set of stomping as someone descended. A flicker of light bounced over to you. The pale face illuminated made you wish you had woken up at a different time. Yoongi didn’t seem pleased to be awake either. You warily raked your fingers through your hair.

“What do you want?” You said, but your words lacked their usual bite. You were tired and the darkness weighing at the edges of your eye was honestly terrifying.

“Not sure, but I know I don’t want to be here.” Was all he said before falling silent, his eyes watching you like you were prey in the dark. The lull of the ship swept you up in its arms and carried you into dreamland once more.

The next time you awoke, you assumed it was before the dawn. You were met with a snoozing Jimin, the candle hanging limply out of his hand. The wax dripped steadily onto the floor.

“Jimin.” You reached through the bars, hand landing on his foot. He jolted awake, rubbing his eyes.

“Oh no, I fell asleep.” He mumbled, carding his fingers through his hair.

“It’s fine. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” You smiled sympathetically.

Jimin seemed like the type to rethink things a lot, to regret or feel guilt unnecessarily. You were like that in a lot of ways and in all honesty, you saw in him the woman you were trying to break out off.

You had been taught all your life to be a simple woman. Simple-minded, not outspoken, and certainly no self-confidence. While you never took the subliminal messaging to heart, you always knew your place in society, and sometimes you could see that messaging shining through.

They did this using a lot of guilt. You remembered once asking to play with the boys instead of playing tea party, but the others screamed ‘what would your mother think? Your parents work hard for the money for your pretty dresses only for you to ruin it.’. He had never cared...Your mind drifted back to your guard from a few years ago.

“Captain will kill me, though.” Jimin took a breath and slapped his cheeks to wake up.

“My back is so sore.” You groaned, hand going to massage your lower back.

“The beds upstairs aren’t much better.” The man snorted. “Captain says that it’s a deterrent to slacking off. That doesn’t stop Yoongi, though.”

You watched him carefully, a small smile on your lips. Jimin came across very meek, but he had survived for a seemingly long time, so he must be strong in some capacity.

“Tell me about yourself, Jimin.” You kneeled next to the bars, wrapping your cold hands around the metal.

He tilted his head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“About...myself?” He asked. “Hm, people usually don’t ask me that.” He took a moment to think. His hand patted his non existent facial hair. You waited patiently, it wasn’t like you had anywhere to be. It was sort of calming.

“Well, when they say you’re not the first runaway they’ve helped, they mean me.”

“You ran away too?”

“Sort of. My father always pushed me to sail the sea, to grow some chest hair.” He scoffed. “That didn’t help much, but at the time BTS was disguised as a simple merchant ship. So I took up a job working as the cabin boy under Jungk-the captain.” He straightened, patting down the front of his t-shirt.

“I think the captain felt bad for me when he revealed what they actually were, but he didn’t expect me to want to stay. I became a runaway. You and I are both wanted people.” He smiled wistfully at you. “But it’s been years and people stopped searching for a boy from a small town. Actually, we’re going to dock at my hometown, so I’m not allowed to leave. I usually do the supply runs, but people would recognize me.” He explained.

You thought over his words. A runaway, huh? You and I are both wanted people. Right, you probably had a bounty on your head, but you didn’t want the journey to end so soon.

“What is the name of the town?”

“Krestleven.” His face revealed a pain long hidden away. Your breath halted, the town triggering your hidden memories.

He stood against the wall as you surveyed the crowd for a suitable guard. His eyes were as blue as the sky, as deep as the ocean itself. And you found yourself drowning. You pulled yourself from your thoughts.

“Do you miss home?”

His eyes held a far away look. He seemed frozen, eyes moving slightly as he thought. You wished you could see how his mind worked. Then he looked you in the eyes, his face void of emotion.

“BTS is my home now.”

You stretched out your limbs, releasing a sigh of relief as your bones cracked. It was nice to breathe the fresh air. Down below, you had gotten a tad seasick and nausea wasn’t the best when you were in close quarters with yourself. The day was gray, heavy clouds rolling over the sea like an omen. Hoseok and Jimin looked tense as the ship came into view of the settlement. Jungkook, who stood next to Namjoon at the side, was frowning.

“Tell Yoongi that Jimin can’t go.”

“It’s been years, Jungkook, they won’t recognize him.”

“We don’t know that.”

“My word is final, Namjoon.”

Namjoon stiffened, gave a curt nod, and strode toward the stairs that led below deck. You hesitantly took a place next to the captain. Unlike the real world, in this fantasy, you had no idea what your place was. You didn’t know what boundaries could be crossed, but one night on the open sea had already opened so many doors for you. The captain barely registered your presence.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked.

“Well enough.” He said, but the dark circles under his eyes said otherwise.

You didn’t pry, simply nodding and turning back to watching the land come back into view.

“I can go.” You stated. His eyes turned to watch the side of your face, but you seemed serious.

“And why should I let you do that?”

“I’ve actually...I’ve been to Krestleven before.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, we get a lot of our guards from there.” You shrugged. “I picked out a guard a while ago, a personal guard.” You bit your lip. “But he died one night, protecting me, so I tried to avoid going back.”

You remembered the screaming, the crying. Days you spent inside, remembering his touch. So you swore to never love again, or that the next person you loved would truly be the one. You could only afford yourself one heartbreak and you planned on throwing yourself deep into it if you were to ever fall in love again. Jungkook seemed to read you well, because he remained silent. He didn’t comment on the noticeable shift in your aura, the slightest tension in your shoulders.

“You don’t have to go.” He said after a while, his hand suddenly coming up to rest on your shoulder and you tried not to notice the wince on his face when his fingers accidentally brushed the open skin of your neck. It was a touching gesture, the proximity seemingly intimate. You felt your heart flutter, but you pushed it away.

“No, I want to go.”

Krestleven was as beautiful as you remembered it. Despite the cloudy sky, the sea was calm. The mountains in the distance towered over the cold town and all the houses were pushed together like penguins huddling for warmth. You had learned about penguins from one of your tutors. She had been a little...nutty as your mother would have said. She had been very enthusiastic about animals, but you always liked her best.

BTS had anchored out a little ways away and Jin took the rowboat with you and Yoongi to shore. Yoongi was quiet company, but Jin explained to you that it was in his nature. A man of few words. He had said. This had earned a glare from the shorter man.

Yoongi, being the striker, had extensive knowledge on the plant and marine life in the surrounding area. He claimed he needed to pick up some supplies in the town and then he’d be all set for the next voyage across the sea.

Stepping foot onto land was an odd experience after just gaining your sea legs. Your legs wobbled and you almost fell, almost. Yoongi, surprisingly, held out a hand to steady you, but you refused it. He raised an eyebrow, but then just dropped his hand and placed his hands behind his back.

“You two better behave!” Jin called, crossing his arms. He had to stay and watch the rowboat while you were gone.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on him.” You joked.

You decided to wear your yellow sundress today. The weather might not be perfect, but you’d fit in more with the crowd if you dressed like a ‘lady’. Here on land, you had to conform. You had to act like a lady and wear pretty dresses to appease the male eye.

“Over here.” He said gruffly, slipping into the crowd, and you found yourself chasing after him.

He was taller than you, but still shorter than most men so you were having trouble seeing him in the crowd. The market was crowded as people tried to get the first batch of goods from each vendor. Low stalls held vendors of all kinds. From jewelry to fish and fine art.

You caught a glimpse of his blonde hair every now and then as he easily wove through the crowd. You finally caught up to him at a bait and tackle store. The place had the putrid smell of fish and salt. You scrunched up your nose at the intoxicating scent.

“Hey, I’m just going to wait outside.” You poked his arm and he gave you a stiff nod of acknowledgement.

You went to stand outside, enjoying watching the people rush by you. Everyone was in a hurry to be somewhere, but you weren’t. You were completely calm.

It all shattered when you spotted a familiar bar across the way. You could still see him leaning against the side, his arms crossed around his chest. You wanted to drown in the depths of his eyes again. You could have sworn you saw him, a twinkle in his eyes as he beckoned you closer. But before you could take the first step, the crowd rushed by and he was gone, just like the wind.

You rubbed your eyes, cursing. Now is not the time to be seeing ghosts. There was still that twinge of regret, of melancholy. I should have run away with him the first time he offered. Suddenly, someone bumped into you, flinging you into the rush of traffic. Your breath quickened as you found yourself pushed farther away. You planted your feet into the ground after a while, forcing the crowd to part around you.

“Y/N?” You whipped around to see a familiar face. It’s the soldier. What did you say? Sorry for kicking you in the balls? Shit, wait, he’s probably here to take you in. So of course you bolted.

“Y/N! Come back! You’re mother,” He squeezed past the people, huffing out words between breaths as you fled. “Is really,” He reached out for you. “Worried.” He finished finally, his hand grasping your arm tightly. You spun around.

“What’s your name, soldier?” You said fiercely, your tone like a commander to quell your shaking legs.

“Myung-Suk.” He answered quickly, dropping your arm like he’d been burned.

“Good, I’ll remember that.” You narrowed your eyes, trying not to give away the trembling of your hands and the fear in your heart. With freedom comes fear. And suddenly you weren’t so sure you wanted to live life on the run. Wouldn’t that get exhausting? To always have your guard up?

“Is there a problem?” Yoongi’s low drawl interrupted your thoughts.

Myung-Suk eyed the shorter man warily before shaking his head quickly. He backed off and ran. You turned and grabbed Yoongi’s arm, pulling him towards the docks.

“What’s the rush?” He quirked an eyebrow, but you ignored him.

Your breath was labored as you tried to control the panic flooding your system. He dug his heels in, effectively stopping you. Your chest rose and fell, eyes darting from the dock to Yoongi to the market. You were getting paranoid and you swore you kept seeing figures watching you. You swore you kept seeing him.

“That was Myung-Suk, a guard for my mother.” You said quickly. “They’re probably going to come for us next.” You continued, your breath getting shallower.

“Woah, woah, take a deep breath.” Yoongi held your arms and took a deep breath to show you. You followed his lead and soon enough your heart rate was calming.

“Listen, this isn’t the first time we’ve been on the run with a wanted person. We also are smart and strong enough not to get caught. Have some faith in us.” He smiled gently, gracing you with his gummy smile that put you at ease instantly.

“Alright, I see what you mean.” You murmured. He released your arms and you shivered as the wind blew in.

“We should probably get going.” The blonde haired man looked at the sky. “It might rain and Jin needs to start making that carrot soup for you.” His voice was gruff, as if he hadn’t used it in a while.

You had noticed that he seemed quiet, almost silent, when around the other crew members. You weren’t sure if there was a reason for this, as he seemed very observant and to have strong opinions of his crew; good opinions mostly, but he still never shared them. You studied his side profile as he focused on helping Jin row the boat.

He was handsome, quiet, a little too quiet for your tastes. But the silence was nice.

“I should’ve known you were going to be trouble.” Jungkook tsked as Jin set the bowl in front of you.

“Now, now, captain, she hasn’t been nearly as much trouble as Jimin was.” Jin chided the younger man. Jimin flushed a bright pink and you sent him a sympathetic look.

“Yeah, but once again we’re all being forced to eat Jin’s carrot soup.” Taehyung sighed, picking up a spoon.

“Yah! You don’t have to eat it, Taehyung!” Jin shouted, causing the table to ripple with laughter. Taehyung’s ears burned as Jin continued the rant.

“Sheesh okay okay I’ll eat it.” Taehyung groaned and took a large spoonful to placate the older man. The others just pushed it around, their gazes moving to you, then Jin, then the soup.

You stared at the bowl before you. It looked harmless; a simple chicken broth and carrots floating around. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

“What did you put in here?” You asked.

“Nothing!” Jin cried, taking a big spoonful of soup and then coughing loudly. You turned back to the concoction. The room held their breath when you took a sip.

“Well?” Jungkook’s lips were twitching into a small smile.

It tasted earthy and the carrots added a weird texture. You moved it around your mouth before swallowing.

“Oh, it’s not too bad-” You started and then it hit you.

It felt like your mouth was on fire. You gagged, coughing and taking a huge gulp of water.

“Jin! What the hell did you put in here?!” You choked, fanning your reddening face. Jin huffed and looked away.

“I didn’t put anything in there.” He crossed his arms like a child.

“You obviously did! My mouth is on fire.” You gasped, finishing the water.

The crew chuckled at your red face. Namjoon, despite having acted so cold to you previously, let a smile slip onto his face. He had dimples that you thought were quite cute. You could feel the captain’s stare piercing your profile so you turned to face him, patting your cheeks in an attempt to cool them down. He had an odd look on his face, his eyes bouncing between you and Namjoon. Then he casually stood.

“Well, since that is over, I’ll see you nice and early for the last trial.” Jungkook dipped his head and promptly left the room.

You pressed your lips together, eyes trailing as he walked away. The group tensed as the door to the galley shut loudly. Then Taehyung started choking on his soup and the atmosphere returned to normal.

It was too early to be dragged out of bed and all your limbs were sore from the hard bed in your quarters. The chilly wind made your hair hit your face like a whip. The clouds were still dark and the waves looked choppy. You leaned over the railing.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You called over your shoulder. Jin peered over the side.

“Yeah, it’ll be a little chilly but I’m sure it’s fine.” He shouted back.

Jungkook was holding up a map and pointing out into the distance while muttering something to Namjoon. The first mate nodded, paying close attention to his counterpart.

“Jin, this might not be the right time to say it but-”

“Little lady, are you ready?” Jungkook barked, his boots thumping loudly against the boards. The words ‘I can’t actually swim very well’ died on your lips.

The captain was wearing a loose black top and tight black pants. He wore a black coat that fell to his ankles with golden buttons lining the sides. On his head was a velvet black hate that was embroidered with gold stitching. You caught yourself staring and glanced away.

“Uh...yeah.” You said quietly, giving a slight nod of your head.

He scooted you towards the plank.

“I said, are you ready?” His voice was loud against the wind.

“Yes!” You shouted.

“Louder.” He commanded.

“Yes, I am, Captain!” You turned to face him, shouting with all your might.

It sounded more like a scream and oh, how you wanted to scream. You wanted to scream at him to stop calling you little miss. You wanted to scream about your engagement, you wanted to scream until you couldn’t any longer.

As the wind swept away the words on your lips, there was a freedom to screaming and no one being around to hear. There was a freedom in knowing your loudest thoughts could still be yours and only yours. You took a step back and then hesitated, turning to see the drop below.

“Then go.” His voice was suddenly low in your ear and you knew he was right behind you.

“I don’t know-”

Then there was a hard shove on your back and you lost your footing.

You were falling, the wind whipping your hair out of its ponytail, obscuring your vision. All you could see were the faces of your crew members peering at you from the railing, but Jungkook’s smirk was imprinted in your mind.

The world rotated as you twisted in the air. Streaks of gray and inky blue. You gasped in a breath, only to lose it as you hit the water. The splash was tiny compared to the unrest of the sea.

You could feel yourself getting lost, sinking deeper, the cold seeping into your bones. You could be at peace, resting here. Who knew that such a simple thing, such as stepping off a plank, could give you such a catharsis. No, you need to go back up, breathe, and live. It was a soft hum in the back of your mind, growing bigger as you sunk deeper.

Then your eyes flew open to see a figure jumping into the water, their dark shadow passing over you. Only then did you want something to live for; for the adventures you were yet to have, for the people you had yet to meet. The shadow reached out for you and pulled you up, yanking you to the surface faster than you thought possible. You gasped for air, breaking the surface.

The captain’s furious face met your blurry vision. “You idiot, why didn’t you say you couldn’t swim?”

“Why isn’t she resurfacing?” Jungkook gripped the railing.

A few more moments passed and the crew looked at each other, worry evident. He was angry. Angry you didn’t tell him you couldn’t swim, angry he pushed you, angry he didn’t understand your limits.

You had looked so afraid in the last few moments. And he wasn’t one to usually care about pushing too far beyond limits or to really care about anyone. His crew came first and he couldn’t understand if you were a part of that crew yet. Someone inside, he considered you a part of the crew, but you still needed to do the trials, it was tradition. He was frustrated. Why am I feeling this way for some stuck up noble girl?

Scowling, he shrugged off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms. He threw his coat over Jin’s shoulder, who was still watching the water with worry. The man jumped at the sudden action.

“Captain what are you-CAPTAIN!” Jin rushed forward to see Jungkook clasp his hands above his head and dive right into the frigid waters.

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catrasredemption-moved · 4 years

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Adora and Catra sharing memories of their childhood/early teens with Glimmer and Bow? (Adora seems to have shared very little w/ them about her past during the war)

“...and that’s how I survived falling off the library roof.”

Sleepovers on Darla were a little more sedate than the ones back home. They had limited resources on the ship, after all.

They’d sprawled out in the control room, setting their sleeping bags in a circle, snacks in the middle. Adora, Glimmer, and Bow were still upright, but Catra had long since flopped onto her stomach, a slightly smaller version of Melog settling on top of her.

Slightly.

They weren’t even sure how they’d gotten onto this subject, but they were here, and Catra had plenty of falling stories. “Does it count as surviving if Adora saved-”

“Too soon.”

“Okay. I fell off the lower roof of the Forge once. Well technically I was pushed.”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Adora argued.

“It was Lonnie, it was totally on purpose.”

“What happened?” Glimmer asked, leaning forward.

“We got kind of got dirty during training - she tripped me and I hit her face with my tail to distract her. Anyway, she decided to be a complete bitch after, and some goody two shoes got between us-”

“Hey, that was me!” Adora protested.

“Like I said. So I went up to the roof because I liked hanging out up there, but Lonnie decided to pick up where we left off and followed me. We grappled a little and then-” Catra made a falling motion with her hands. “Right over the edge.”

“I came up just in time to see her go down.” Adora shuddered. “Lonnie was freaking out.”

“Good. She had no way of knowing I’d survive that fall. But that was the day I discovered I could fall thirty feet and land on my feet.”

“So of course she had to keep testing after that-”

“How far did I get before one of the force captains busted us?”

“Sixty feet. And you barely stuck that landing.”

“So we know for sure I can fall sixty feet and land fine,” Catra concluded. “We should really start experimenting with that again.”

“We really shouldn’t.” Adora had seen Catra go over enough ledges, thank you very much.

“Is that what you guys did for fun?” Bow asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s what I did for fun. Ms. Slowest Person In The World couldn’t keep up.”

“Enjoying ourselves wasn’t really a common thing in the Horde,” Adora reminded Bow and Glimmer.

“Yeah, we had to make our own fun. Like drowning junior cadets.”

“What?”

Adora snorted, trying not to laugh. “We weren’t trying to drown them.”

“Explain,” Glimmer demanded.

“Right, so there was this industrial lake about a mile from the Forge,” Adora started. “I’m pretty sure it wasn’t actually safe to swim in, but no one spent much time in it anyway.”

“Trainees are promoted to junior cadets when they turn thirteen, juniors become seniors when they’re eighteen, and senior cadets graduate to soldiers at twentyish.” Catra waggled a hand. “New junior cadets had an initiation process they had to go through - the new seniors would take them down to the lake and toss ‘em in. Sink or swim.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Nope, it’s real,” Adora said, shrugged. “We both got laked. The guy who threw Catra in really regretted it after that bite wound got infected.”

“He couldn’t rat me out without getting in trouble, though.” Catra smirked. “Most of the force captains knew it was a thing, but see no evil and all that. As long as no one drowned, they didn’t care to find out about it.”

“So... senior cadets would just take junior cadets and throw them into the water?”

“Had to learn to swim somehow, right?”

“Did both of you do this?”

“Adora didn’t.” Catra rolled her eyes. “She did come along to watch, though.”

“Catra was more than happy to throw my cadet in for me.”

Bow and Glimmer exchanged horrified glances. “Did... Did anyone ever drown?”

“Not that we know of. Kyle almost did, though. Rogelio had to jump in and get him out.”

“Which wasn’t allowed, usually, but Rogelio had just had his fourth growth spurt and no one was going to argue with a giant lizard.”

“Why... was this a thing?”

Both women shrugged, speaking in one voice. “Tradition.”

“It wasn’t all bad,” Catra added. “The seniors snuck in some chocolate for the juniors after-”

“Wait, what?” Adora demanded. “I don’t remember that.”

“Oh, right. No one told you.”

“Why?”

“Because it was contraband, and our entire class agreed you wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret. Anyway, that’s how I found out I’m allergic to chocolate, which sucks.”

“I don’t feel sorry for you,” Adora muttered. “I can’t believe you had chocolate when we were thirteen and you didn’t even share it with me.”

“I tried to defend you! So did Kyle, sort of, but he didn’t have much of a backbone, and I was overruled.”

Adora pouted, looking away. “I’m hurt. I can’t believe you would do this.”

“Aaaaaawwww Adora, come on.” Catra chased Melog off to crawl over and rest her head in Adora’s lap. Adora determinedly didn’t look at her.

“Nope. This is unforgivable.” Catra purred. Adora’s eyebrow twitched. “Nope.” Catra’s tail brushed against her face. “Nope.”

“Are you really going to make me wrestle you down and kiss you?” Adora harumphed. Catra sighed, and tackled Adora, who finally broke and laughed.

“Maybe we shouldn’t ask them about their childhood anymore,” Bow whispered to Glimmer.

“Agreed.”

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waitimcomingtoo · 5 years

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Hi! Do you think you could write something about being Scott Lang’s other daughter and dating peter?? Thank youu

Like Father

Pairing: Peter Parker x Lang!reader

Synopsis: “You see your dad shrink down to the size of a thumb tack and ride on the back of an ant and you think, “hm, that’s the grossest thing I’ll ever see.” And that this happens.” You gestured to the mess in dismay, noticing something shiny on Peters wrist. “Are you guys handcuffed together!?”

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“Baby sitters here!” You called upon hearing the doorbell ring, despite being the one closest to the door. You refused to answer to door when people rang it out of silent protest for your dad making the doorbell chime “La Cucaracha”. It embarrassed you every time. Every damn time.

“Let it ring again!” Your dad called from his makeshift lab in the basement. “I want to hear those sweet tunes.”

“I’m going to answer it, just so you cant hear those sweet tunes.” You yelled back as you opened the door.

“Hey Mr. Pym.” You said, expecting to see Hank Pym, Cassie’s usual baby sitter. Instead, a complete stranger in a hood stood in your doorway. He gave you an awkward smile as he stood there, shivering in the rain. “Oh. You’re not Hank.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” The stranger said in a voice much higher than you’d think he’d be carrying considering his broad shoulders and strong demeanor. “I’m here to babysit Cassie. C-could I please come in?” He asked, still shaking from the cold.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” You said sheepishly as you opened the door for him to walk in your house. He took a step inside and gently shook off the rain drops from his coat. “Here, let me take your coat.”

You slid the damp raincoat off the strangers and hung it up on the rack next to the door. Once his hood was off, you could see the stranger more clearly. He was young, probably around your age or older. There were incandescent rain drops clinging to his tousled brown hair that reflected off the lights on the ceiling. He wore a wool sweater that looked like someone’s grandmother knit over a button down top. He was undeniably cute, in a nerdy kind of way. You became unexpectedly aware of your appearance, pulling down your skirt and pulling up your top. You were planning on going to a party and never normally dressed up. You didn’t want to leave this stranger with the wrong impression of you in case this was the last time you saw him.

“I see you fell for my reverse psychology to open the door.” Your dad said triumphantly as he came up the basement stairs. “Peter, you remember my daughter.”

“Uh, no actually.” You said, never taking your eyes off of Peter, who was giving you the same wistful look. You racked your brain for where you’d met this handsome stranger, but you came up empty. “We’ve never met.”

“Oh, you’ve never met Peter?” Your dad asked you, leaning against the doorway. You shook your head no. “Even better. You opened it for a complete stranger.”

A completely adorable stranger, you thought.

“I’m Peter by the way.” Peter awkwardly stuck his hand out for you to shake. “Peter Parker.”

“Y/n.” You said as you took his hand. “Y/n Lang.”

A bashful smile dressed his lips. If you thought he was cute before, he was even cuter with a grin.

“Mr. Lang, you never told me you me you had a second daughter.” Peter shifted his backpack on his shoulder and looked almost offended at your dad.

“I don’t like to give to much information anyway.” Scott shrugged and folded his arms. “I’m a very private man.”

“Since when?” You snorted. “You shouted your phone number out the window of your car the other day because some guy let you come into his lane.”

“Well, some guy was very nice and I wanted to thank him. And if it weren’t for some guy, you wouldn’t have gotten to school on time.” Your dad was heavy with the sarcasm, as usual.

“Well maybe you should take some guy out on a date tonight instead of Hope. I’m sure she’d love that.” You dished his sarcasm right back as Peter let out a laugh.

“You’re funny.” Peter said as he scratched behind his ear. Your dad looked surprised, then smug, at Peters sudden declaration. You, on the other hand, were throughly blushing and remained silent, not even giving him a thank you.

“Like father, like daughter.” Scott remarked, unblind to the connection forming between you and Peter. He knew his daughter well enough to know when she was crushing. You were witty and quick, and never one to be rendered speechless. After all, you were your father’s daughter. But here you were, standing in front of Peter, and not saying a word.

“Well, I’d hate to keep Hope waiting. She’s a truly hideous woman and doesn’t go out on dates often.” Scott rubbed his hands together and looked around for laughs at his joke. You did nothing but roll your eyes and toss him his keys. Peter, not knowing your father well enough to know he was never serious, looked horrified.

“He’s kidding.” You quickly assured Peter. “He worships Hope like the sun.”

“Yes I do.” Scott clapped his hands, proud as ever. Cassie suddenly came into the room and ran into Scott’s arms.

“Bye Daddy.” She said, giving him a hug.

“Bye pumpkin.” Scott kissed her cheeks and set her down. “Ready to go, Y/n?”

You looked between your dad and Peter. You had two options. Go to a fun party with your friends after a stressful week at school, or stay home with your little sister and a total stranger. The choice was obvious.

“I actually think I’m skip the party.” You said, much to Peters surprise, but not surprising your dad at all. He saw it coming the moment Peter walked through the door. “I think I’ll just hang out with Cassie tonight.”

“And Peter?” Your dad asked with a wicked grin. You gave him an angry look.

“Yeah.” You said, staring your dad down. “And Peter.”

When Peter was distracted with adjusting Cassie’s fairy wings, you and your dad got in a silent fight. He made kissy faces and dreamy eyes at Peter while you mouthed “shut up!” and hit him on the arm. When Peter looked up, you and Scott cleared your throats and leaned against opposite sides of the doorway, pretending nothing happened.

“Well, I best be going.” Scott said, shooting you a wink. “Wouldn’t want to interrupt anything.”

“Okay, bye dad!” You yelled as you pushed him out the door. Scott left and got in his car, yelling something about how Teen Mom 2 was already cast.

You locked the front door and turned to Peter. To your surprise, he had Cassie in his arms, who had her arms comfortably around his neck. They were giggling quietly among themselves.

“Oh.” You blinked at the sight. “I didn’t realize you two knew each other.”

“I’ve babysat her a few times.” Peter told you as he fixed Cassie’s tilted crown. “Whenever Hank can’t make it.”

“I never knew that.” You said, feeling dumb for being the only Lang who wasn’t buddies with Peter Parker.

“Because you’re never home.” Cassie said, kind of sadly. You didn’t expect her answer to be what it was. Sure, she wasn’t wrong. But you didn’t think your after school activities and hang outs with friends had an effect on your little sister.

“I’m home now.” You told her, feeling guilty for not realizing until this moment that your little sister missed you. “And I want I hang out with you guys.”

“Really?” Peter asked, a gleam of hope in his pretty brown eyes.

“If that’s okay.” You offered.

“Yay, Y/n!” Cassie held up her little arms in triumph.

“I guess it’s okay.” Peter laughed at her reaction.

“Great.” You smiled, feeling surprisingly exciting for the night ahead. “Let me go change.”

You went up to your room and stripped out of your party clothes. You opted for a big Captain America shirt that your dad brought you after the battle at the airport and some soft sleep shorts. You wiped off your makeup and put on some light mascara and tinted lip balm. You judged your appearance in the mirror, decided you liked it, and went downstairs.

When you came down the stairs, Peter was running around the room with Cassie in his arms. Her fairy wings were on and her arms were out, Buzz Lightyear style. Peter was making plane sounds as he jumped over furniture. You didn’t make your presence known just yet. You wanted to watch how sweet Peter was with your little sister for a minute more.

“Peter.” Cassie giggled. “I’m not an airplane. I’m a fairy.”

“Well what sounds do fairies make?” Peter played along.

“I heard that they sound like wind chimes.” You said with a smile. Peter stopped spinning around and smiled sheepishly at you.

“Oh, sorry.” He apologized. “She likes it when we do this.”

“Don’t apologize.” You told him, walking further into the living room. “You’re good with kids.”

“I’m good with my favorite kid.” Peter set Cassie down, gave her a fist bump and wandered into the kitchen. It made you wonder how many times he’d been in your house without your knowledge. “How about we make your favorite brownies, princess?”

“Brownies!” Cassie cheered, getting the mix out of the pantry. Hearing him call her “princess” tugged at your heart strings. He was being a better sibling to Cassie than you had been lately. That stopped tonight. You helped Cassie and Peter mix the batter and spoon it into a pan. He helped Cassie crack some eggs and add in the vanilla.

“Alright miss.” You said once the oven was preheated and ready to go. “You’ve been a great help but you can’t use the oven. Peter and I got this part.”

“I’m gonna wait in my room.” Cassie told you before scurrying away, leaving you alone in the kitchen with Peter. He popped the brownies in the oven and immediately got to work cleaning the mess you’d made along the way.

“You don’t have to do that.” You told Peter as he put the ingredients you used back in the fridge. “We can leave it for my dad to clean when he gets back. Cassie and I are very good daughters in that way.”

“Its no trouble.” Peter told you as he wiped the counter top of any stray crumbs. “I like your dad. I’m happy to help him out.”

“You do?” You asked in shock. How could a smart guy like Peter like your butthead father?

“Yeah.” Peter laughed at the disgusted face you hadn’t realized you were making. “He’s funny.”

“Funny looking.” You replied.

“I see where you get it from.” Peter said playfully, untying his apron and putting it back in the drawer.

“People say we’re alike, but I don’t see it. My dads a little nuts.” You admitted with a proud smile. “He’s kinda like a sentient roomba.”

“I would love for you to explain further.” Peter chuckled as you picked up a rag to help him clean.

“Like, he means well, but all he does is clean and bump into things.” You said as you hit your hip on the corner of the table.

“Like father, like daughter.” Peter commented as you doubled over in pain.

“Speaking of my father, how do you guys know each other?” You asked, rubbing your sore hip.

“We met in Berlin a few years ago.” Peter said casually.

“Oh.” You nodded. “Wait, you were in Berlin? At the battle at the airport?”

“Yeah, uh, I’m…Spider-Man.” Peter stammered. He wondered why he even bothered wearing a mask these days if he did nothing to keep his identity a secret.

“So you’re the one who made my dad fall over like he was in Guilliver’s Travels?” You recalled the story your dad told you, which involved him growing really big and Spider-Man wrapping “something sticky” around his huge legs.

“It’s um, The Empire Strikes back, actually.” Peter reluctantly corrected you, not wanting to seem like a smart ass. “And he’s totally cool with that now. He knows I had to do to to impress Mr. Stark.”

“So you’re like a full blown Avenger?” You asked coyly, knowing Peter wasn’t the type to brag.

“Yeah, basically.” Peter nodded in a higher voice than usual. “Mr. Stark recruited me for that fight and I’ve been working with him ever since. He basically became like a father to me since…” Peter trailed off and looked embarrassed for a second.

“Since?” You asked, trying to meet his gaze, which was glued to the floor.

“Nothing. He’s just like a father to me. That’s all.” Peter finished. You knew not to press the topic any further. Peter looked up at you graciously for understanding.

The ding from the oven pulled Peters attention from you. You watched him curiously now that he had a new air of mystery around him. He knew exactly where your oven mitts were and slipped them on. He took them out as Cassie came bounding into the room.

“Are they ready?” She bounced up and down, trying just to see into the pan.

“They’re a little burnt, but they’re ready.” Peter told her. He bent down so she could see how they came out. You admired how gentle he was with her, keeping the pan away from her so she couldn’t burn her fingers.

“They’re so ugly.” Cassie said with wide eyes. “I love them!”

After eating too many brownies and wiping Cassie’s face with a warm towel, Peter suggested another activity.

“How about some makeup?” Peter asked as he put the dishes in the sink.

He’s washing the dishes, you thought, he’s perfect.

You watched Peter with a sly smile. He was being so domestic and wholesome that your heart melted.

“Cassie’s too young for makeup.” You suddenly realized what Peter had said.

“Not for her.” Peter laughed as he dried a plate and put it in the correct spot in your cabinet. “For me.”

“Follow us.” Cassie commanded as she lead you and Peter by the hand into her room. She got out her Claire’s makeup set and sat Peter down in her rolling pink chair. He sat down like he’d done it a million times before. You just stood by and watched as Cassie smeared shimmering purple eyeshadow to Peters eyelids. He was so compliant, staying perfectly still as she poked and prodded at his face.

“Shoot.” Cassie said as she finger painted orange blush to Peters cheeks. “I left your tiara in the basement.”

“Well I simply can’t go out like this.” Peter pretended to be insulted as he gestured to his outfit. Cassie giggled with delight.

“I’ll be right back. Y/n, can you put his lip gloss on?” Cassie asked as she crossed the room and went out the door.

“Sure.” You called as Cassie ran out of the room. She had been standing on a stool to apply Peters makeup, but you didn’t need the stool. You couldn’t get to his lips from where you were standing. You tried to go in from several different angles, but you could never reach. Finally, you straddled Peters lap and looked up at him shyly, lip gloss tube in hand. Peter hesitantly rested his hand on your legs with a feather light touch.

“So, uh,” you smiled nervously at him, which he returned. “Or you a Cherry Red kinda girl or a Princess Pink?”

Peter laughed, fanning your face with his minty breath. “Princess Pink. Cherry Red would clash with my blush.”

You tapped the tube against the heel of your hand and twisted the cap off.

“Pucker up.” You instructed. You absentmindedly puckered your own lips as you applied the sparkly gloss to Peters lips. He kept his eyes trained on you as you lathered it on. You were so close. Close enough for him to smell your perfume.

“What’s that perfume you’re wearing?” Peter asked without moving his lips. You were concentrating pretty hard for someone using Claire’s lip gloss.

“Why?” You laughed softly. “You want some?”

“I just want to know the name.” Peter smiled, careful not to mess up your work. Though you didn’t have to be, you were both speaking quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence.

“I’m not sure. I’m think it’s one of those dumb ones like “Midnight at the Beach.” As if anyone knows what a midnight at the beach smells like.” You answered him. Peter took a whiff of the air. Your air.

“Midsummer Bay Breeze.” Peter suddenly identified after racking his brain. “My mother used to wear it.”

“Used too?” You asked, wiping off some excess gloss with your thumbnail.

“She and my father died when I was young. I live with my Aunt now.” Peter confessed. You set the tube down and looked at him seriously.

“I’m so sorry.” You told him, squeezing his hand. “You didn’t tell me that before.” He’d begun to tell you before when you had been talking about Mr. Stark, but he stopped himself.

“I didn’t want to scare you away.” Peter said honestly.

“What changed your mind?” You asked curiously, still in a hushed tone.

“You weren’t sitting on my lap before.” Peter said with a sly smirk. You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes.

“Is it okay?” You asked his cautiously, treading the water. “That I’m sitting there now?”

“It’s more than okay.” Peter tilted his chin upwards, his lips grazing yours as his breath fanned your face once more. You stayed like that for a minute, just breathing each other in. The scent from his sticky gloss wafted into your nose, causing you to smile.

“Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to lie to my diary tonight?” You whispered when he was taking to long, making you more and more anxious with every passing second.

“You keep a diary?” Peter teased, reaching his chin even higher.

“You keep talking.” You didn’t let him get another word in as you pressed your lips to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He moved his hands to your waist and kept them there, in true gentleman fashion.

“Ugh.” Peter giggled, when you pulled away breathlessly. “You totally messed up my lip gloss.”

“I found it!” Cassie burst into the room with a purple, feathery tiara in her hands. You wiped Peters lip gloss off your mouth quickly and got off his lap.

“Thank goodness.” Peter said, snapping out of his love struck daze. “My outfit was incomplete without it.” He took the tiara from her hands and put it on his head. He turned to you after taking a look in the mirror.

“How do I look?” He asked you with a cheeky grin. Cassie looked between him and you thoughtfully.

“Like a million dollars.” You told him, clasping your hands together and resting your chin on them.

“I feel like it too.” Peter smiled, his smeared lip gloss glistening in the light.

“You’re terrible at putting on lip gloss.” Cassie suddenly spoke up. “You got it all over Peters mouth.”

Needless to say, your diary heard all about it.

But that was eight months ago.

“What the hell is this?” You stopped in your tracks when you walked in on Peter doing the unthinkable.

“We’re doing magic together!” Your dad cheered. There were about four decks of cards scattered around the room like confetti. They were sticking out of your dads pockets, Peters sleeves, and you were pretty sure there was one stuck to the ceiling.

“I can see that.” You grumbled angrily. “Why?”

“We’re magic buddies.” Scott replied with a shrug as he pulled a long, colored handkerchief out of Peters shirt pocket.

“You see your dad shrink down to the size of a thumb tack and ride on the back of an ant and you think “hm, that’s the grossest thing I’ll ever see.” And that this happens.” You gestured to the mess in dismay, noticing something shiny on Peters wrist. “Are you guys handcuffed together?”

“One of the magic tricks didn’t go as planned.” Peter told you timidly. You groaned loudly and stamped your foot.

“This is like the worlds worst reboot of A Bugs Life.” You complained. “I’ve seen a five foot tall ant in our shower, and somehow, you handcuffed to my boyfriend is worse.”

“Technically, your boyfriend is handcuffed to me.” Scott sassed you.

“That’s just not true at all.” You deadpanned.

“Yes it is.” Scott taunted. “Because I have the key.”

“Then use it!” You exclaimed, growing frustrated.

“That’s a great idea.” Scott realized. “I didn’t even think of that.”

Scott took a small metal key out of his pocket and unbuckled the hand cuffs. Peter slid out and went over to you, giving you a kiss hello.

“I won’t do magic with your dad anymore if it bothers you that much.” Peter said with a grin, knowing damn well he’d still be doing magic with your dad. “But I do have something to show you.”

Peter pulled out a magic wand and held it up for you to see. He shook the wand, making it turn into a single rose.

“Aw.” You said as you took the rose. “I didn’t hate that as much as I thought I would.”

“Thanks.” Peter smiled. “Your dad taught me.”

“And now I hate it.” You said sarcastically.

“Fine.” Peter agreed. “What about this?” He pulled a card out from behind your ear and handed it to you with a cheeky grin. You took the card skeptically and looked at it.

“The Queen of Hearts.” Peter said softly, in a more serious tone. “Because you’re the Queen of my heart.”

You took the card with a small smirk, hating how much you adored the trick.

“You’re lucky I love you, Parker.”

“I already know that, Lang.”

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liddolwhynot2000 · 3 years

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Decisions Of a Capricorn

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Summary: Levi Ackerman woke up one fine morning. In the past. Shit.

Genre: Angst, lets-change-shit, drama, liddol romance (Levixhappiness)

Warning: Manga spoilers

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Chapter 1: Admit it

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Summary: As a Capricorn, patience and determination are amongst your most well known qualities. Although no one is immune to occasional frustrations, you attempt to be understanding and calm in all your dealings.

Alternatively, Levi tries to make sense of what the hell is going on and tries not to chose violence.

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What. the. Fuck.

This couldn't be happening, it seriously couldn't. Was it a dream? No, he had punched his fist into a wall, pinched himself but still, it all felt too real. Maybe he was in some sort of fucked up heaven? Whatever the case, he felt ready to throw hands with whatever deity had done this to him.

With a shaky breath, Levi began to calm himself and sort through the situation. His fingers were back, he could see from his left eye again. There weren't any scars on his face nor any bandages on his chest. Levi was, by all means, back to his prime. Which would be great news really, except he was apparently five fucking years in the past. At least he thought it was five, considering the very much alive faces of his Special Ops Squad.

He had woken up, disorientated, expecting to either be bleeding out or in hell with Erwin. The sight of his impeccably clean office had made him pause. When he had heard a knock on the door and automatically told the person to come in, he had damn near short circuited at the sight of a very much alive Eld, strolling in with a cup of steaming tea.

What. The. Fuck.

Years of dealing with Hange and titans and the bullshit called life had hardened Levi to the point he could keep his expression neutral infront of the teen. He listened as Eld prattled on about duties and nodded along, not trusting himself to speak lest he shatter the world he had ended up in.

'.. Captain we'll be leaving for the castle today with Eren..'

Eren. Eren fucking Yeager. Oh God, he was going to kick this brats ass. Even if this likely was nothing more then an illusion, he would whoop Eren to hell and back for the shit he had put them through-

'Umm- captain?'

Snapping out of his vivid strangling Eren fantasies, he composed himself.

'We'll leave shortly. Prepare for the journey.

'Yes Sir!'

On second thought, Levi thought as he leaned back in his chair, whatever deity had thrown him here might deserve a little thanks. He owed Yeager a black eye. Scratch that, he owed both Yeagers a black eye. Well, in Zeke's case it was more of a blade through his throat. Maybe he could at least achieve that in his dream world.

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'.... So the mission plan is..'

Levi had spent the last 5 years missing his dear friend. He had truly cherished Erwin, and hadn't enjoyed his own part in the man's death. But, he had forgotten how tedious and boring meetings with him were. Just how did the man go on and on about this crap and not lose his mind? And how had he ever listened along and not bashed someone's, preferably his own, head on the wall?

Sipping his tea, he silently wondered how long this was going to last. The weird fantasy he was stuck was exceptionally accurate, not a thing out of place. It was almost as if it was all real. But he knew better then to delude himself, and so was only really playing along until he was back in his own time. Or world. Or whatever. The figuring out what-the-hell-is-going-on was more of Hange's thing. Speaking of which, Levi paused mid sip as someone kicked the door open, interrupting Erwin mid speech.

'....Ness and his squad are in the right-'

'ERWWWIINNNN'.

Levi perked up. Just a few hours ago, he had seen the exuberant woman burn to death. One of his closest friends was suddenly alive and well and absolutely fi-

'PLEASE LET ME EXPERIMENT ON EREN PLE-'.

And, just as obnoxiously loud as ever, he chuckled to himself. He watched as she enthusiastically shook Erwin, demanding Eren for herself. The usually composed blonde commander looked like he wished he was the commander of any other military branch as he fended her off. Moblit could only try and fail to pull her away.

This Hange looked just as youthful she had been before becoming commander. Her eyes bright, arms flailing around like a tornado, voice screeching higher then it should be legal. It was the Hange that had been missing for quite some time now-replaced by an overburdened, tired version of herself. It felt good to see her rampaging around and giving Moblit heart problems and probably reducing his lifespan. Just like the old times.

'Hey shitty four eyes.'

'Hi Le..vi..'

Hange trailed off, clearly stunned. Erwin raised an eyebrow at him while Levi nonchalantly set his tea cup down.

'What? You constipated?'

'No, it's just, you never say hi to me..'

'Yes I do.'

Hange went on as though she hadn't heard him.

'....While smiling like that.'

Oh. That explained alot. Levi hastily corrected his expression, he had gotten too caught up in his relief of seeing Hange alive and actually smiled at her. Said woman, however, was suddenly in his face, hand resting on his forehead.

'Do you have a fever? What if this is a side effect of titan shifters on short people-'

'Shut the fuck up four eyes.'

'And he's back to normal. So, Erwin, I need Eren to myself for-'

'Hange- you're talking too fast-'

'Section Commander please calm down-'

'....We have so many experiments to conduct. What if there are titans attracted to Eren? What if he gives off pheremones and they want to MATE with him?'

The entire room went silent. Moblit looked like his soul had left his body, Erwin and Levi stared at her in disbelief. The former looked ready to hand in his resignation to God for his existence and the latter looked irritated.

Thankfully, Erwin spoke up first, before Levi could attempt to throw Hange out the window.

'That's enough. We won't be putting him through experiments that we know have no basis-'

Levi watched as Erwin began lecturing a pouting Hange. He poured a cup of tea and nudged it towards Moblit, who tossed him a grateful look.

A part of him wanted to smile, happy to be back with the people he cared about. To have his comrades alive and well in front of him. It gave him a sense of peace that he hadn't had in a long time.

But, ever the pessimistic, he dashed his own hopes.

None of this was real.

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It was an effort, but through sheer will power, Levi managed to curb his violent urge to beat the shit out of Eren. Instead, he allowed them to make their journey to the castle, feeling hazy and distracted. His squad and Eren chattered as he rode ahead on his horse. He could vaguely make out Olou obnoxiously picking on Eren and biting his tongue. Just like the last time he had been there.

He couldn't bring himself too look at them for too long, the horrifying scenes of their deaths would start flashing in his mind. Too long his nightmares had consisted of the deaths of the people riding alongside him. He often darkly imagined that they had blamed him. For not getting there in time. For not telling them about the female titan. For being a useless, shitty captai-

Levi cut off that train of thought. Not now. Not when they were in front of him, so full of life.

Seeing his squad, alive and bickering like usual, it was too good of a sight to pass up. Olou childishly imitating him, Eld and Gunther poking fun at Petra and Olou, Eren floundering about as though he wasn't planning on mass murdering billions of people in five years. It made him miss them even more, knowing none of what was happening was actually happening.

He had spent years mourning his comrades. When Paradise had begun advancing in technology, when they had seen the ocean and explored what was on the other side of it, he had missed all of them. Achieving so much without them had always left him feeling a little empty.

How long was this journey going to last? How long would he spend in this fantasy world? Why was he even here? Maybe he was still alive and hallucinating about the people of his past. This was all in his head, the dying dreams of a useless old man taking his last breathes. As they reached the castle, he immediately gave orders for cleaning the filthy place.

He would mourn his own failures later.

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Later at night, Levi sat in his chair, feeling his frustration return to him full force. Dream world or not, it didn't change how useless he had become. Losing to that shitty monkey, getting so brutally injured, unable to contribute a damn thing to the battle. Armin had gotten kidnapped right in front of his eyes, Connie had nearly died and Mikasa of all people had to save him . He was the one those idiots called humanity's strongest yet he had been nothing but cannon fodder. A burden.

He hadn't been able to do shit for them. Zeke was still alive, a horde of shitty titans with limitless energy were blocking their way to Eren, they had no supplies and no way of leaving the battlefield without Armin. An absolutely pathetic situation--and it had been all his fault.

If only he had killed Zeke back in the forest. If he had chopped his head off and burned his body to ashes, none of this would have happened. Eren had needed Zeke to activate the rumbling, without him, none of this would have happened. So many lives had been lost because of that monkey, turned into mindless titans and slaughtered. Commander Pixis, Nile..

And he was the one who let it get that far.

Rather then ending the entire battle in a flash- he had made a mistake. A mistake that had cost them too much. His own abilities and the lives of his comrades. He would never be able to sleep in peace again.

With Zeke dead, they would have had time. Eren would need Historia for the rumbling and would have had to wait till she gave birth. They could have talked things through--or sealed Eren up or even given Eren's power to someone else. Anything would have been better then the senseless genocide Eren had launched.

A part of him also questioned if he was to blame for Eren lashing out like this. Coming up with such a plan, going against the military.. Why had Eren not trusted him? He hadn't been the nicest but, Levi felt a pang of hurt as thought about how much he had sacrificed for Eren. His comrades and their lives had been reduced to less then dirt particles, to keep Eren alive. Only for him to turn on them so easily. If Eren and Zeke had been really working together, did that mean he had known Zeke would try to kill him? Was there anything he could have done to change the outcome of all of this? Just where had he messed up with Eren and lost track of him? Despite all the questions plaguing him, he knew he couldn't undo the past. Dwelling on it like this was doing him no favours.

And now, here he was, despite his failiures, in tip top shape, completely okay. Yet he wasn't where he was needed. His brats were fighting for their lives and here he was fantasising about a better life as though he hadn't just damned all the others.

Scowling fiercely, he forced himself to calm down. Nothing would make how miserable he was feeling go away. He could only wait for himself to wake up and face his reality. Hopefully, he would be the only casualty in the mission. He wasn't sure he could look any of them in the eye again if he lived and one of them hadn't. Sasha's death had already been too much for him.

His headache wouldn't go away, so he went to make himself some tea. Only, he found himself stopping short at the sound of someone sniffling. Levi discreetly approached the source of the sound.

Remus Ferguson

The brat had been in the survey corps for about a year now. If Levi recalled right, he had lost his girlfriend in the last expedition, which explained the tears so late at night. Remus himself would die when the female titan attack-

Wait.

What. The. Fuck.

He hadn't seen this before. Everything so far, every interaction, it had occurred before. But this hadn't. He hadn't seen remus crying last time. He had known of Remus crying up a storm at night, courtesy of his squad members. But he hadn't witnessed it first hand.

Watching the teen sob, he began rationalising the events of today.

If he was in some self constructed fantasy world, why wasn't it all happy? Why were there still titans? Why was anyone in pain? Where were Isabel and Farlan? He knew he had never wanted to see any of his comrades in pain. Unless...this wasn't just a dying man's fantasy..

If he had to fantasise about a happier time in his life, wouldn't it be with his mother? He had always known that the one thing he had wanted most in the past twenty something years was to feel his mother's warmth again. To hear her sweet voice sing him a lullaby to sleep. So if he really was dying, why see this? Why be back at a time where everything was just okay? Why not a time where he was actually happy?

In fact, why not a world where he everyone he wanted to be alive was alive? Rather then a dream, it felt like he had been plucked from one time period and left to live his life from another one...

His mind raced as he finally reached a conclusion, and without a second thought he fled back to his room, too shocked to acknowledge his new discovery.

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A knife had been Levi's companion in life far longer then any other human being. His mother, Kenny, Isabel, Farlan, Erwin, Hange and all his other comrades had come and gone. But knives had been consistent. Constant.

Even after he had escaped the clutches of the underground and its lawlessness, he had always carried one with him. It made him feel safe, knowing he had weapon-- even if it was virtually useless while fighting titans. Of course, Erwin hadn't known about it. It was the one thing he wasn't willing to be talked out of, even by Erwin.

Although, Levi mused to himself, Erwin would have been justified in taking it away if he could see him right now, pointing said weapon at his arm, ready to slice.

If he actually bled, if he was still sitting here, bleeding but alive and well, he would admit his findings to himself and move forward, just as he always had. He would accept the situation, no matter how crazy it seemed, and plan accordingly.

Resolving himself, he slid the knife.

Ten minutes later, Levi finally admitted it.

He had travelled back in time.

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A/N: So this idea got stuck in my head, because I rewatched AOT and realized a bunch of stuff that could be changed. I picked Levi because he's my favorite. There's going to be more parts for this--where Levi just changes everything. And it'll basically end up a happier AOT. And yes, I plan on giving Levi some romance in this too, because this boi deserves it 😤. It won't be complete happiness and fluff, because I plan on it being realistic. I also don't know if anyone would actually like this but the urge to write it was too great. So, till next time!⭐

#AOT #snk #Attack on titan #Levi ackerman #Time travel #manga spoilers #They all deserve better #Isayama won't let them be happy :(#Action #Liddol romance #Let's change it all pls

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stilinskishit · 4 years

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Too Long (A Stiles Stilinski Fanfic) - Chapter 14

**First couple of posts have a different title but I changed it because I didn’t like it :)**

Summary: Teen Wolf with a female main character alongside Scott and Stiles? Here it is. Ramie McCall is Scott’s twin sister and best friends with both her twin and Stiles. The trio’s friendship means the world to all three of them, so what happens when there are more than friend type of feelings present?

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Chapter 14 - Hallucinate

Season 2, Episode 9

Ramie was having trouble processing a lot of things. First off, her brother almost died, which was scary enough as it is. But on top of that, it was one of her best friends’ mothers who had tried to do it. Ramie knew a friendship with Allison was going to be difficult from the second she found out that Allison’s family was basically out to get Scott, but once Allison and Scott agreed to keep things secret, Ramie thought that maybe things would be okay. And they seemed to be, until Ramie watched Derek drag Scott out of the club that night, saying Allison’s mother was trying to kill him using wolfsbane.

Ramie also didn’t know how to process that Derek had bit Allison’s mother, and Allison had no idea. She knew it wasn’t her place to tell Allison this information, but still felt really wrong about keeping the information from her. Scott insisted that they keep it all from Allison, for her own good. And Ramie agreed, but still felt bad. On top of all that, Jackson was still out there, being controlled by someone who they had yet to unmask. And, Lydia insisted on inviting Jackson to her birthday party, which Ramie had found herself helping Lydia set up for.

Lydia’s parties were iconic in Beacon Hills, always huge, rambunctious and memorable. Ramie did her best to avoid them, always making excuses, but she never could miss Lydia’s birthday. Even though Ramie insisted she return it, Lydia had bought her a cheetah print slip dress to wear with the same black chunky combat booties Ramie always wore, and she had to admit, the outfit was pretty cute. It was definitely her style, and Lydia even allowed her to wear her layered chain necklaces she always wore. Lydia, of course, had many outfit changes planned for the night, but always made sure Ramie had something new to wear on the occasion that she actually agreed on attending one of Lydia’s parties. Lydia’s family was very well off, and Lydia definitely spoiled Ramie just for being her best friend, but never made her feel guilty about the things she bought her.

That night, Ramie answered the door when Scott and Stiles showed up, the first to arrive other than Allison, who had gotten there a few minutes before and was helping Lydia finish up hanging lights in the backyard.

“Look at you!” Ramie exclaimed, hugging her brother. “All dressed up with a blazer, I love it.”

“Allison told me Lydia bought her an outfit to wear, so I figured I should try and look like I actually deserve to be with her,” Scott smiled, and Ramie rolled her eyes. “Lydia got you something as well?”

“She always does,” Ramie sighed, still holding the door open for Stiles, who was standing outside of the doorway, looking zoned out, staring at her, mouth slightly open. “You coming in Stilinski or are you gonna party on the front porch?”

Stiles blinked hard, stepping forwards quickly into the house. Scott gave him a look that Ramie couldn’t distinguish.

“You look…” Stiles started. “Nice. Pretty. Very pretty.”

“Thank Sti,” Ramie smiled, feeling her cheeks heat up, the two of them following Scott further into Lydia’s house.

“Where’s Allison?” Scott asked, breaking the silence between the three of them. Ramie nodded towards the backyard. “We’ve gotta tell you guys something.”

When they found Allison in the backyard, Scott and Stiles explained that Stiles and his Dad figured out all of the people who the kanima, or Jackson, had murdered were members of the Beacon Hills swim team years ago, when Isaac’s dad was the coach. Stiles was sure that was the connection between the kills, and whoever was in control of the kanima had something seriously against the swim team that certain year.

Before they could talk about it more, Allison mentioned how dead Lydia’s party was. And by dead, she was putting it nicely. There was maybe two other people there, which was not typical for Lydia’s party. Ever since Lydia ran away from the hospital and wandered naked in the woods for two days, everyone at school saw her differently. And since Jackson broke up with her, she wasn’t dating the captain of the lacrosse team any longer.

Scott made calls to the lacrosse team, and Stiles made his own calls to some “friends” he knew, and soon enough the part was in full swing. Ramie poured herself another drink, feeling pretty tipsy even though she swore she only had one drink. She had a small dinner, as she was helping Lydia set up for most of the evening, so she figured that’s why the drinks were affecting her more than usual.

She walked to the bathroom, stumbling a bit, deciding she should splash some water on her face and try to compose herself. Things were fuzzy as she made her way down the dark hallway upstairs. She saw a light under the bathroom door, so she knocked, wondering if someone was actually in there, or if Lydia had just left the light so if someone needed to puke they could find the bathroom easily. There as no answer, so she pushed the door open. However, the room was not empty. Sitting on the bathroom counter was Lydia, her legs wrapped around Stiles’ waist, the two making out. Ramie’s mouth dropped open. Stiles turned, seeing her, and smirk crossed his face.

“Sorry Ramie, this room’s taken,” he grinned, and Lydia giggled. Ramie was speechless, her mouth opening and closing, trying to make words come out. She felt tears coming to her eyes. Stiles continued talking, turning towards Ramie this time. “What? You’re going to cry? Do you think I could ever actually care about you like I care about Lydia?”

Ramie started stepping backwards and Stiles stepped forward towards her slowly, continuing to talk.

“I’m in love with Lydia, I always have been, and I always will be. Why would I care about my best friends sister? The girl who has been my friend forever. And that’s all we’ll ever be. Friends.”

Ramie felt a tear drop down her cheek.

“Shut up,” she spat at Stiles, trying to sound angry but her voice cracking.

“You’re so pathetic, pretending to not care about me, pretending you care about Isaac,” Stiles kept walking forward towards her, Ramie still stepping backwards.

“I do care about Isaac,” Ramie stuttered, feeling tears fall.

“Please,” Stiles scoffed. “You’ll never be able to care about him like you do about me.”

“Why are you doing this?” Ramie said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Because I’m sick of you pining after me,” Stiles spat, and Ramie stepped back again. “I’ll never love you like I love Lydia.”

Ramie put a foot back, but there was nothing there. She was at the top of the stairs, and felt her foot fall down onto nothing. She was about to tumble backwards and let out a shriek, reaching around her to grab something to catch her fall. Suddenly she felt arms around her, catching her slightly, before she fell back.

“Ramie!” The voice yelled. She stood up quickly, back on the top step. She looked down the hall to the bathroom, the door open, light on, but no one inside. A pair of arms were still around her shoulders, holding her slightly. She turned to look at the stairs, seeing Stiles at the top, a concerned look on his face. “What are you doing? You almost fell down the stairs.”

Ramie blinked her eyes, hard. Lydia was gone, the Stiles that was sneering at her was gone too. Normal Stiles dropped his arms from around her, stepping up on the stairs next to her.

“I think I drank too much,” Ramie leaned on the wall and slid down to the floor rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands. Stiles sat down on the second step from the top next to her.

“Did you see something?” He said quietly. Ramie looked towards him quickly, nodding. “We think Lydia did something to the punch.”

“How’d you sober up then?” Ramie groaned, leaning her head on the wall, her thoughts still fuzzy. Stiles pointed to his slightly damp t-shirt.

“Stuck my head in the pool.”

Ramie snorted, and Stiles broke into a grin, but not like the smirk the Stiles she had saw before. A genuine grin, the Stiles she knew.

“I guess I’ll go take a quick shower then,” Ramie sighed, standing up from the floor, trying not to flash Stiles as her dress had definitely ridden up.

“You have clothes to change into?” Stiles asked, following her towards the bathroom.

“I think in my bag in Lydia’s room, will you get them for me?” Ramie asked, knowing she sounded like a child, but she couldn’t care less. Stiles nodded, telling her to get into the shower and he’d bring the clothes in for her.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door as Ramie let the warm water hit her face. She called out that Stiles could come in.

“I grabbed your whole bag,” she could see his shadow through the curtain, setting her stuff down on the sink. “I found sweatpants but I didn’t see a shirt in your bag, and I didn’t want to go through Lydia’s stuff, so I’m just gonna leave my flannel for you to put on. I took it off before Scott dunked me so its dry.”

“Thank you Stiles,” Ramie said, standing under the hot water.

“Are you okay?” Stiles asked after a second. “Do you need anything else?”

“I think I’m okay,”

“Do I need to stay up here or are you sober enough to get downstairs safely now?” Stiles said, seeming like he was trying to be funny, but his voice was laced with concern.

“I promise I’m okay, I’ll be downstairs soon,” Ramie told him. He left reluctantly, telling her to text him if she needed him and he’d be up in a minute. She stood under the water for a few more minutes, trying to process her thoughts. Whatever Lydia did made her have a really weird hallucination, and she couldn’t wrap her head around what it could mean.

She walked downstairs after changing into her sweatpants and Stiles’ flannel. Everyone seemed to have left the party, and Scott, Stiles, and Allison were left sitting in the living room, talking quietly to each other. Scott and Stiles’ backs were to Ramie on the sectional, and Allison sat on the huge ottoman in the middle facing them. She saw Ramie walking towards them, giving her a small smile. The boys turned, Scott giving Ramie the same look.

“Feel better?” He asked and Ramie nodded as she rounded the couch, sitting down next to Allison, pulling her legs underneath her on the cushioned surface.

“Where did everyone go?” Ramie looked around. When she looked back to the three of them, Scott and Allison were looking at each other, then looked at Stiles, who was playing with a loose string on a throw pillow, then back to Ramie. Scott’s eyes glanced down to the shirt Ramie was wearing, then over to Stiles again. Ramie looked down at her hands, feeling her cheeks burn. She hadn’t thought about how it looked, her coming downstairs wearing the light blue flannel Stiles had came to the party wearing.

“Someone thought the cops were here,” Stiles said, breaking the silence. He looked up at the three of them, who all had their eyes on him. “What?”

Scott shook his head and Allison let out a small, “nothing.” Stiles eyes narrowed but before he could say anything else, Ramie started talking again.

“Where’s Lydia?” Ramie asked, looking around.

“She went off with a guy, I think,” Allison said. “She texted me and told me she was okay.”

Ramie nodded, hoping the guy wasn’t Jackson. Ramie truly believed that Lydia was much better without Jackson. Ramie then realized how quiet her three friends had been since she walked downstairs, despite the whole awkward shirt thing.

“Did I miss something? You guys are being quiet.”

“Matt is controlling the kanima,” Stiles burst out immediately, as if he had been waiting for her to ask.

“Matt? That weird photographer guy?” Ramie asked. She never really knew Matt that well, but Allison said he took some weird photos of her and Stiles always had said he didn’t trust him.

“Someone pushed Matt in the pool just before the party ended,” Scott explained. “He couldn’t swim. Jackson pulled him out and when we went out front when everyone was leaving we saw him standing there with the kanima.”

“We’ve gotta go tell my Dad,” Stiles said, mainly to Scott, who nodded.

“I’ve got to get home, my Dad won’t stop calling me,” Allison said.

“Let’s split up, I’ll go talk to Derek about Matt,” Ramie said. The two boys left, and Allison said she would drop Ramie off at Derek’s. Ramie thought about telling Allison about her hallucination, but she decided against it. Obviously she had liked Stiles for a long time, but ever since she was with Isaac, she wasn’t feeling the same feelings towards him. Sure, sometimes those feelings would come out for second, but Ramie figured it was just old feelings coming back briefly, and it meant nothing. She tried not to worry too much about the hallucination, because that’s all it was. It wasn’t real, her brain just played tricks on her. That’s what she kept telling herself.

When she got to Derek’s, she found him training with Isaac, Erica and Boyd.

“We figured it out,” Ramie panted as she jogged into the warehouse. Isaac turned towards her voice and Erica landed a punch straight to the side of his face, Isaac distracted. He groaned and glared at Erica, who pursed her lips and mumbled something about him being whipped.

“Figured what out?” Derek asked, stepping away from Boyd and grabbing a water bottle.

“Who’s controlling the kanima.”

“You figured that out?” Erica said, in disbelief, with a definite attitude.

“Scott and Stiles saw him,” Ramie explained further, ignoring Erica, who scoffed.

“What’s your problem Erica?” Isaac said suddenly. Derek put a hand on Isaac’s chest but Isaac pushed past him, stalking towards Erica. “You always have shit to say to Ramie, why? When are you going to get over the fact that I don’t want you, I want Ramie.”

Erica lunged towards Isaac, growling, but Boyd grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

“Enough,” Derek spat towards Erica, who glared at him, then straight at Ramie.

“Thanks Boyd, wouldn’t want her to claw the shit out of me again,” Ramie said, sending a glare right back to Erica.

“Again?” Derek asked. He looked between Erica and Ramie. “Tell me what happened.”

“Erica clawed the shit out of Ramie’s leg in class the other day,” Isaac spoke up when Ramie was silent. Ramie narrowed her eyes at him, not wanting Derek to try and fight battles for her. She wasn’t scared of Erica.

“I didn’t know that,” Boyd said, finally letting go of Erica’s arm.

“Well I only knew because I saw the marks when she wasn’t wearing pants,” Isaac said casually, shrugging. Derek’s mouth opened for a second then closed, a mischievous look in his eyes. Ramie felt her face get very hot.

“Anyways, that’s not important,” Ramie changed the subject. “This kid, Matt, he’s controlling the kanima. Scott and Stiles are going to Stiles’ Dad right now.”

“You know this probably won’t end well,” Derek said. “Including someone who doesn’t know everything.”

“Okay, so we’ll go meet them there and figure something out,” Ramie said. “We need to stop him from killing anyone else.”

Derek nodded, surprisingly agreeing with Ramie. He told his beta’s to stay behind, telling Boyd to make sure Isaac and Erica didn’t kill each other while he was gone. Derek was nearly silent the whole drive to the police station, until they were a few minutes away.

“If you keep having problems with Erica let me know,” he said suddenly, not looking away from the road.

“I can take care of myself Derek,” Ramie sighed, annoyed at his whole alpha male demeanor. Sure, he was an alpha, but she was not part of his pack.

“I know,” Derek said simply. “But Erica is still a young beta and I don’t fully trust her control. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

Ramie softened immediately at Derek’s words. She spent a lot of time with him when they were training, and despite his hard exterior, Ramie had started to see him as sort of as an older brother. She knew a lot of his tough shell had to do with the whole alpha thing. She was about to tease him for being soft when he suddenly continued talking.

“And Scott would kill me if something happened to you,” he said quickly.

“Right,” Ramie smiled at him. The corner of his lip twitched, almost like he was going to smile too.

#stiles stilinski fanfic #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinski one shot #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski x oc #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf fanficiton #teen wolf one shot #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf rewrite #02x09 #season 2 #scott mccall #Isaac lahey #derek hale #allison argent #lydia martin

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Megaton Girl FAQ Masterpost

Here is a bunch of potential questions that you may have about Megaton Girl for both new and long-time followers!

What is Megaton Girl?

Megaton Girl is a scripted podcast (which is to say a radio play) that I would describe as a superhero comedy with lots of action, adorable romance, and an overarching story. The pilot is available here and I highly recommend checking it out if you want an idea of what the style and tone of the show will be.

Okay, well what’s the basic story?

From the official description:

After getting struck by a radioactive meteor, Connie Opland becomes the latest contender in a world of super hero celebrities: Megaton Girl. With the help of her girlfriend and secret publicist Laurel Fitz, and her mentor and manager Kirby, Connie aims to dethrone the corrupt and arrogant Captain Valiant as the greatest hero in the world!

That sounds totally radical, dude.

Thank you, 90′s-slang-spewing question asker.

I have very specific tastes. How will I know if I like this show?

If you enjoy any of the following, you’ll probably really really like this show: Stories with LGBTQ protagonists, Marvel and DC comics, Megas XLR, Teen Titans, The Adventure Zone, Critical Role, The Thrilling Adventure Hour, Mission to Zyxx, Hello from the Magic Tavern, Sonic Boom, Swat Kats, and honestly just check it out. The pilot’s only like 15 minutes long, and I think you’ll really love it if you check it out.

Well, who is the show about?

Connie Opland AKA Megaton Girl: A snarky, bubbly and easily excitable young woman with a love of food and low tolerance for jerks. After a bad run in with a corrupt superhero named Captain Valiant, Connie gets struck by a meteor and gains super powers. She dons the persona of Megaton Girl and begins a career in super-heroics, hoping one day to dethrone Captain Valiant and give the world a hero that actually gives a shit. She’s not very bright or quick to the uptake, but she has a ton of grit and determination. No matter how many times she hits the mat, she’s always back on her feet and ready to fight back. She lives with her best-friend (and now girlfriend), Laurel, in a cheap apartment in Los Dioses, California. Powers: Super strength, flight, energy beam attack (expelled through mouth), enhanced durability. She still feels pain and isn’t completely invincible, but she can withstand a megaton explosion and walk away alive (though VERY hurt).

Laurel Fitz: A shy, composed and brilliant lady with wonderful artistic talent and a passion for documenting the feats of superheroes. She is the newest member of the Olympus Illustrated news team. Her job is to essentially write and illustrate comic pages documenting the latest superhero news. When she gets on the bad side of her boss (whom is secretly Captain Valiant), she gets humiliated and demoted in front of the whole bullpen. When Connie gets superpowers, Laurel begins to secretly rebel against her boss by publishing a website dedicated to documenting the feats of Megaton Girl. She also begins learning the basics of superhero coaching from Connie’s manager, Kirby, who sees a ton of potential in her. She lives with her best friend (and now girlfriend), Connie, in a cheap apartment in Los Dioses, California.

William Kirby: A grumpy, no-nonsense old man with a long, once-celebrated history of superhero managing. He represented and coached the best of the best for decades before being forced into an early retirement by his last client, Captain Valiant. He distanced himself from society and lived out of his gym locker room for 15 years, until Connie and Laurel popped into his life asking for help. He’s long past his prime, so he calls in favors from heroes around the globe and beyond to assist in training Connie to be a hero herself. On the side, he begins to teach Laurel how to be a superhero coach, seeing her as a worthy future successor to his business.

Chuck Bradford AKA Captain Valiant: A vain, pompous, power-hungry man who is a superhero in job title only. He does everything for personal gain, even when it comes to stopping crimes. Once represented by Kirby, he cast his old manager aside when Kirby refused to coddle his ego. He lied, cheated and beat his way to the top of the superhero world, and stood unopposed as the most powerful hero in the world for a little over a decade. To fuel his ambitions, he runs the Olympus Illustrated news outlet, wildly overemphasizing his own deeds and often minimizing the efforts of other heroes. There are few heroes who verbally oppose him (and even fewer who physically oppose him), as he has been known to turn the world against those who seek to bring him down. Powers: Super strength (amplified by years of bodybuilding on top of his natural superhuman power), flight, energy beam attack (expelled through eyes), enhanced durability (comparable to Megaton Girl, though with a much higher pain tolerance due to more years explosions and bullets in his face).

Doctor Menace: A bombastic, bumbling, over-eager supervillain with copious amounts of intellect, but none of the brilliance to put it to much use. None of his plans have ever succeeded, his inventions are in perpetual “early-access,” and no hero or villain ever takes him seriously. In spite of his endless list of failures, he sets high goals for himself and always gets back up after every failure, with just as much vigor and excitement as ever. He just loves being the bad guy, no matter what gets in his way. He dreams of one day being the respected arch-nemesis of a powerful superhero with whom he can be locked in ceaseless bloody combat for all time, and to join a league of supervillains with which he can begin his conquest of the world. Also he’s stuck in a too-small tin can of a mech suit. Haha. Powers: Extraordinarily high IQ, high tech armor and gadgets with seemingly endless resources to create more, and limitless determination.

I watched the pilot and I [totally loved it]. Where’s the rest of the show?

We’re working on that! We want to turn this into a full series and already have several episodes written, but in order to produce a full series we will need funding to make sure that everyone involved is paid for their time. One possible goal is to get the show picked up by a podcast network so that we can run the show like a podcast with commercials. Another possibility is Patreon or some other form of crowdfunding.

Is there anyway I can help with that?

The absolute BEST thing you can do right now is to share the pilot. Reblog it, retweet it, TALK about it. Get the word out, and I do mean the word.Use the #MegatonGirl hashtag on Twitter. Tell people what you think, because word of mouth is the best form of getting people to listen. Tell US what you think! Share your thoughts on the pilot, leave iTunes reviews, leave Youtube comments! We want to know what you think!

This sounds like it’s gonna take a while! I want the show now! And an Oompa-Loompa too, daddy!

PUT THE GUN DOWN! WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS, OKAY?! Alright, okay okay. How about we make a full first episode for now, and see what happens? We’ll produce a full origin-story episode about how Connie and Laurel become girlfriends, how Connie gets her super powers and begins her rivalry with Chuck, and how Connie stopped her first supervillain? It’ll be about an hour long and be a proper start to the series. That sound cool?

Looks like you keep your kneecaps today, sir.

Thank you for your blessing, gender non-specific question asker.

I have fanart/AUs/other fan related content that I want you to see. What’s the best way to get your eyes on it?

Tag me on Tumblr @amtrax or on Twitter (at)amtraxVA, and/or use the proper “#Megaton Girl” tag on Tumblr and the #MegatonGirl tag on Twitter! I have gotten some LOVELY fanart and I love seeing all of it, so if you have some and you want it seen, that’s the best way to get it seen!

Hey don’t you run away from me! I have other questions!

And I’ll gladly take them, any time! Either leave them in my askbox or Tweet it at me! I’ll always answer it as best as I can without spoiling too much of the show. I also put out a call for questions and art requests every week for Megaton Girl Megatuesday, so keep any eye out for that as well.

For now, I think that’s a good spot to leave this. I will update this later as necessary, but I hope your basic needs are tended to for now! Thank you for your time and hope you enjoy what’s to come next!

#Megaton Girl #faq page #Connie Opland #laurel fitz #William Kirby #Chuck Bradford #Captain Valiant #Doctor Menace

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Writing Challenge Day Twenty-seven: River

Day Twenty-six -- Masterpost -- Day Twenty-eight Kay hesitated at the edge of the river. Her toes curled up in anticipation, watching the water lap at the sides. Beside her, Roger was in a similar state of dread. The two eyed each other, then the moving water for the third time.

“You ninnies. The best way to test out the water is to just get in there.” A rough voice stated from behind the teenagers before the two of them were shoved into the river. There was a massive splash, followed by the tweeting whistles of a couple of lifeguards who hurried by to see what was going on.

The teens managed to surface and cough up chlorinated water. Thankfully the water was about three feet in depth, so it was easy for them to stand. “You two alright over here??” One of the lifeguards, an older man in a topknot with the whistle and bright red trunks of pool authority looked them over. His fellow guard was busy giving the culprit a chewing out. The Captain (neither teen knew his actual name, though they’d both heard Roger’s dad call him Sevka when in another room) just folded his arms and looked entirely unimpressed with the lecture.

Roger was the first one to recover enough to answer. “I got water up my nose.” He complained. “Now it feels tingly.”

“I think I’m okay.” Kay whipped back wet hair out of her face and blinked a couple of times. “Should’ve brought a hair tie, though.”

With a sigh of relief, the lifeguard glared back over at Captain for a moment. “Well obviously follow the rules better than he did,” He started as he reached a thumb under one of the bands around his wrist. In a practiced motion, the band was off and being offered to Kay. “But otherwise have fun.”

She gratefully took it with a nod of thanks. In fact, her mouth had opened enough to say something when Captain’s voice cut in. “The water’s not deep enough to cause this much alarm. Besides, they’re fine, clearly.”

“Sir, I really need you to come with me--”

“Absolutely not. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“You could have injured the kids, or someone else or both--”

“Oh please--” Captain and the other lifeguard were both steadily raising their voices, so the first gave a quick thumbs up and headed over to try to do some damage control.

The two looked at each other. Kay shrugged and started to tie up her hair in a ponytail. Not all of it could fit, so a few strands on either side of her face hung down. “At least he didn’t push us into the big pool. ” The water was warm, which had surprised her. She’d expected something cooler when she’d been staring at it. She could feel the water trying to push her down its winding path as she kept standing. “Or off one of the diving boards.”

He stuck a finger in one ear, and then the other. Probably trying to dislodge any water that had gotten in there. “You know, I heard him once talk about throwing his son into the ocean to teach him how to swim.”

“Somehow, I’m not surprised.” Spotting an inner tube floating in their direction, Kay made her way to try to intercept it before it got out of their grasp. Before she could get very far, though, Roger grabbed her arm and tugged her towards the side of the river.

She felt very awkward all of a sudden at the skin to skin contact. It’s not like she was indecent or anything--Kay was wearing a black tankini top with printed white flowers and black swim shorts. It was just that her usual clothes tended to lean more towards long sleeves and covering skin rather than showing anything off. Touch was something that she shared with a very few people, and even though Roger was on that list the contact was still strange due to not being used to having any for long periods of time.

Her thoughts were still circling around this contact and what it might mean for her when Roger tugged her arm again and she came back to the present. “Look! A double one!” He pointed excitedly.

Indeed, the object he had focused on was an innertube made for two people. It looked like a bright orange eight with two sets of handles near either hole--presumably so that both parties could feel secure. Kay eyed the single innertube as someone swam up to claim it. “Alright, that’ll work.”

Together, the two of them briefly hopped out of the lazy river to drag the double innertube back. It took a bit of awkward maneuvering from both of them, but eventually they managed to get comfortable in the plastic embrace as the river steadily moved them around the water park.

They had managed to go through a single lap of the river when they saw Captain getting scolded by Roger’s dad. The boy sat up so fast to wave that it nearly overturned the delicate balance that the two of them had managed to make. Thankfully, Kay had hunkered down enough on her side that neither of them went overboard. After a brief moment of panic, Roger’s dad gave a sigh of relief and waved back before going back to his conversation.

“Sevka you know better--” They could hear echoing towards them.

“The water here’s harmless, Sascha.” Captain was huddled up on a lawn chair, practically hissing like a cat. “For the love of all that is good and decent, the water’s indoors. The boy’s even laying in it right now! Nothing bad’s going to happen here.”

“That still doesn’t give you the right to push him into it!”

Roger’s face was falling further and further as he watched the adults get into an argument. The river wasn’t moving fast enough to get them away from the scene very quickly. Kay decided that it was time for a distraction. She leaned over far enough to scoop up water and quickly splashed it at her friend.

“Hey!” He leaned over and did the same to her. She laughed and kept splashing.

“We’re in an all fun zone! No moping in the fun zone!”

“Says the moper!” Roger accused as he stretched enough to get water with both hands. This proved to be a horrible plan and he slid right into the river. Kay sat up enough to try to see if he was okay, only to get a veritable tidal wave to the back of her head. “Gotcha!” He called out from a short distance behind her.

“Of course you know, this means war.” She declared as she tucked herself up enough to also fall into the water.

The splash fight that ensued was quite epic, though the teens had to pause when Roger’s dad called them both to lunch.

#writing challenge #day 27 #original fiction #modern AU #prompt: river #kayden canus #roger briden #sascha malikov #aka walker #Captain #his real name is difficult to spell and he doesn't use it anyway #i call them teens but they're both 18/19 #they didn't really hang out with people all that much when they were younger #so at points one or the other will be like hey let's do x thing #and the other one will be like sweet yeah #mostly cuz kay has disposable income #and roger goes to school but it's all paid for by his adopted dad #one would think that kay and roger would like those big ol' slides in water parks #nope!#both of them are nervous swimmers #so lazy river's the most exciting thing either of them wanna deal with #altho cap's also there making it moreso #because he can #to walker's dismay #twenty seven down four to go #next prompt: shadow

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Storms [Avengers x Teen! Reader]

Starting off with some Platonic Avengers. The Timeline is wonky, but just pretend that Peter still went to space but came back the same year- or something. And everyone is still alive hehe ^^’

Title: Storms

Pairing: Avengers x Teen! Reader

Summary: We focus in on the reader as she is stuck alone inside of Avengers Tower by herself on a stormy night. Scared, she skype’s the Avengers on the big screen TV, and they stay with her until she falls asleep.

Warnings: PTSD to Storms due to Past.

Lightning struck the ground furiously as you raced down the streets of New York. Your parents had just gotten struck by lightning, and you ran to find help. But nobody came. You collapsed onto the ground and let out a scream, lighting erupted nearby, sending electricity through your weak body. You screamed in pain.

“Help! Please, somebody help!” You yelled. You let the rain pour onto your back, and you buried your face into your hands. Thunder roared around you, and you jumped in fright, letting out a screech.

You covered your mouth as tears flooded from your eyes, leaving salty streaks that blended with the rain on your face. You let out a cry, and leaned against a nearby building, your once colorful yellow sundress now dirtied and wet. Lifting your head you looked to the sky, and slid down the wall until you were on the ground, shaking from the cold. You rested you head on your knees, and cried yourself to sleep.

Fast forward five years to 2015, you were now 12. You were cornered by what seemed to be a humanoid robot. Your eyes were wide, but you were determined to get out of this alive. Your heart was pounding. With all your might, you lifted your hand, and from it generated a small spark of electricity. You narrowed your eyes. After years of living alone, you had grown some extremely tough skin, and had closed yourself off from others.

The day your parents died in that electrical storm, you had gained powers, and with that, you had learned to control them. You could manipulate electricity.

With a thrust of your hand, you sent an electric shockwave at the robot. It began to spark, and it fell backwards, sizzling from the amount of electricity. You smirked, happy with your accomplishment. But you had never used that much power, and you felt rather woozy. You clutched your forehead, as you saw more robots trample through the streets. Your vision went blurry, and you passed out, too weak to stay awake.

When you awoke that day, you were in a bed. The same bed you were now sitting in, 4 years later.

You looked up from your book you were reading as the door to your bedroom opened. Taped to the walls were posters of the Avengers, and a few of your favorite bands. Your walls were painted a pale [f/c], and you had fairy lights strung above you bed.

And in the doorway, a head poked in. It was Tony Stark. “Hey Kid,” You grinned.

Tony had taken you in to join the Avengers after he learned about your powers the day of the Ultron attack. You were genuinely amazed at the offer, and despite your young age, immediately took it. (Much to the distaste of Steve and Natasha, who were genuinely concerned for your well-being.)

“Hey Tony, what’s up?” You asked, setting down your book. Tony moved a bit further into the doorway.

“Just wanted to let you know, the team is going out tonight, so you’ll be here alone for a while.” Of course, you’d been alone in the tower more than once. But never at night, not that it really bothered you. You were used to being alone.

You tilted your head. “What for?”

“Some rich family is throwing a party to celebrate the Avengers.” You furrowed you brows.

“I’m an Avenger. How come I can’t go?” You asked. Tony sighed.

“Look, Kid, you’re still to young.” You narrowed your eyes at Tony.

“Is Peter going?” You asked.

Tony tensed. “Well, yeah, but-”

“That’s not fair! Peter’s only a month older than me!” You argued.

Tony crossed his arms. “He’s been on more missions than you have, plus he’s been to-”

“Yeah, ‘He’s been to Space’, I know, you dont have it rub it in.” You grumbled. Tony chuckled.

“Call us if you need anything.” And with that, he turned and shut the door. You sighed, and set your book on your nightstand, laying back down in your bed and closing your eyes, letting the light rain outside lull you to sleep.

You were awoken with a loud crack of thunder, you bolted upright in your bed, your heart pounding. You looked out your window. The night sky was gray, and rain was pouring heavily down. Out of nowhere, a bolt of lightning rained from the sky, sending you flying out of your bed and underneath it, as thunder rumbled outside.

You hid your face in your hands, and let out a scream when the thunder roared again. You immediately had flashbacks from years before, your parents staring at you as lightning struck them violently, their bodies stiffening as the life was sucked out of them. You shook your head quickly, trying hard to forget the moment.

Without realizing it, you were standing and clutching yourself, rocking back and forth. You stopped, and made your way to your door. You opened it, just as a loud thunder erupted outside. You immediately rushed out your door and slammed it behind you.

Racing down the hall, you reached the elevator. You chose to avoid it however, in fear the storm may lead it to break-down. You instead chose the fire-escape stairs and made your way to the penthouse level. You swung open the door and ran straight to the couch. You leapt under a blanket, and pulled out your phone.

You yelped as lightning flashed in the corner of your vision. You squeezed your eyes shut, and then reopened them. You found Loki’s number. For some odd reason, you had managed to get his number before he left earth again. You did this solely because he was fun to be around, and you didn’t seem to mind his pranks and games, and were always kind to him. He liked this about you, and you enjoyed hanging out with him, despite Tony always getting mad when you did.

You dialed his number. You had no idea if he would pick up.

Then, he did.

“Loki!”

“Hello? Who is this?” His voice could be heard from the other end.

You shuddered when thunder struck from outside. “I-I don’t know what’s going on, b-but please tell T-Thor to stop f-freaking out! I-It’s really ba-bad on E-Earth-”

“[Y/n]? Is that you?” His voice softened. “What’s happening?”

You fought tears. “A really bad storm! It must have something to do with Thor! W-where is he? Can you calm him down? P-Please-?” Your voice cracked. Unbeknownst to you, Loki felt horrible. Thor was sleeping, and must have been having a genuinely terrible dream for it to be so bad that you would resort to calling him.

“He is sleeping. He must be having a nightmare. I’m afraid I can’t do anything about that.”

You bit your lip, tears springing to your eyes as lighting flashed outside, followed by a roar of thunder. “Oh, God- O-okay, t-thanks anyways-”

Loki frowned. “I’m terribly sorry [Y/n].” You nodded.

“It’s o-okay-” A very loud thunder sounded from outside causing you to yelp. “B-bye!”

You hung up the phone, tears now streaming down your face. You breathed in shakily.

You then looked up at the television. Your shaking hand reached for the remote, and you turned on the t.v. “F-F. R. I. D. A .Y?”

“Yes, [Y/n]?” FRIDAY’s voice rung throughout the room.

“C-Can you skype call, Steve Rogers?”

“On it.”

And with that, the t.v screen became the skype call screen. You sat curled in a blanket, flinching each time thunder would crack outside. Then, the call was picked up. Steve was in his Captain America suit, and looked at his phone screen.

“[Y/n]?” He asked. [Y/n] nodded.

You put on a weak smile. “H-heya, C-Cap!”

His face grew worried, and he looked up. “Nat! Get the rest of the Avengers, [Y/n] called!” He yelled out off screen. He looked back to his phone.

“You okay, [Y/n]?” Your smile dropped and you let yourself break down as you shook your head.

“No. N-No, I’m not!” You cried. Steve’s heart was breaking seeing you like this. You had grown to be like a daughter for many of the Avengers. And when you were hurt or sad, it made them feel terrible.

Soon, Nat was leaning over Steve’s shoulder. “[Y/n]? Hey- what’s wrong?” She asked.

“S-Storms! I-I hate storms!”

Nat frowned. “Oh, [Y/n]...”

Tony then appeared beside Steve. “You called?” He asked. Then, his eyes focused on the screen.

“Oh God- [Y/n] what the hell happened?” He asked hurriedly. “Did somebody hurt you-?!”

[Y/n] shook her head. “S-Storms-”

Tony’s eyes softened. “Oh.”

Then Bruce appeared, next was Clint, and than Wanda and Peter. Even Vision was there.

“G-guys- when are you coming back?” You asked.

“Not for a while, [Y/n].” Bruce said sadly.

Peter looked away. You were one of his closest friends, despite being homeschooled. You had never been this emotional, and it hurt to see you like this.

“How about we stay with you until you fall asleep?” Wanda offered. You rubbed your eyes.

“S-sure...”

Then, the Avengers began chatting with you, trying to cheer you up.

You pulled out your phone. “Y-y’know, I’ve been looking at Avengers memes lately-” She showed her phone to the group, one of the memes present on screen.

The group had a mix of reactions. Some of laughter, some of confusion and some were even of just plain annoyance.

Eventually, you grew tired and laid your head down on the cushion of the couch, letting your eyes fall closed.

You drifted into sleep, and Tony smiled.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, end call.”

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Maria watches friday night lights (#9)

I really really loved 3x10! Like one of my favorite episodes so far, for sure. so here’s another post about just one episode, “The Giving Tree.”

@lockitin I saw your comment saying I’d like this episode like an hour after I watched! You were very right!

-Aw I love Julie and Tyra’s friendship. Julie trying to help Tyra strategize on how to catch up in school after her ill-advised trip with the cowboy — that’s what we love to see!

-this flirtatious girl (later, we learn, MADISON) insisting on pouring milk into a wine glass for JD is up there as one of the strangest things I’ve ever seen happen in a teen drama party scene

“Do you need silence to watch naked women? Is that what you’re saying to me?” The things that come out of Buddy Garrity’s mouth are truly wild.

-oh boy and then Buddy got into a getting-arrested level fight! Wish I could say I was surprised, but...

ANYWAY MATT AND JULIE DO IT NOW yet they’re still so fucking cute it’s wild

-I am truly HERE for Matt and Julie post coital and naked, just laying in his bed after school saying “I love you” while listening to the radio and HOLDING HANDS?? This is so beautiful.

-so of course, here comes Coach Taylor to walk in on them. Honestly this scenario kind of like NEEDED to happen? Inevitably? I mean, “quarterback sleeping with the coach’s daughter,” as Riggins said. (And now it’s finally actually true.) The comedy of Eric just walking right back out the house, stone-faced. Oh I am living.

-Hahahaha Landry’s bandmates exchanging looks while Tyra comes to ask Landry for help with the SATs. This show does such a good job of actually conveying teens being teens in little moments like this.

-oh yes to the Lyla/Julie tooth brushing scene where she confides what happened with her dad walking in on her and Matt!! then transitioning right into Tami brushing her teeth while Eric sits on the side of the bed, pained and disturbed by his teenage daughter’s burgeoning sexuality. Cinematic.

-what I love about this episode is how well crafted the plot is — Eric only catchs Matt and Julie because he had to pick Julie up so Tami could tell Lyla about Buddy’s night in jail. and Eric clearly showed up earlier than Tami would have. After all, they thought they had time for one more song. It’s just...such good writing. Ugh! Yes.

-I love how this development actually left Tami speechless too, when usually she’d be running into Julie’s room with exactly the right words to say

-I really do love how this plot lines up so that Lyla is in the Taylor house to comfort Julie.

“Your punishment is you have to have a conversation with me about it.” Fair, Tami, fair. Bc there should not be a punishment at all for a teenage girl having consensual sex with a boy she loves!

-Did Buddy really just plead not guilty??? Sir you did all of the things they just charged you with!!!!

-Tyra’s mom immediately wanting Landry to change the pilot light when she sees him in the house helping Tyra is....too real. Also reminds me of Lorelai joking about how she liked how Dean would change the water bottle in Gilmore girls

-fuck you buddy!!!! Why would you gamble your daughters college money??? Related: I love how betty cooper had a similar plotline to Lyla garrity here but in the Riverdale version her mom gave the $$ to a cult

“Please tell me the lesson we’ve learned.” “Always lock the door.” “...when having sex with the coach’s daughter.” HAHAHAHA omg this show is so good, having Eric glance at Saracen in the locker room to see his eyes downcast. That’s that shit we like.

-I’m proud of Landry in this episode standing up for himself bc Tyra was totallyyy taking advantage of him. Like she expects him to ditch his bandmates bc she wants to take a break and lengthen their study session which he’s doing as a favor to her??

-oh yes and the Giving Tree metaphor! Amazing. Art.

“That’s exactly what I feel like, just a stump.” Damn. I felt that.

“What about birth control?” “I don’t want to talk about that!” “Hon, that IS the conversation.” Damn right it is! Tami is a good mom.

“Chasin skirts,” Mr. McCoy? You’re gross. Ew and now he’s literally trying to control his son’s love life. Disgusting.

-Julie’s long pause after Tyra asks if Landry is right about how she’s the little boy in the Giving Tree. I cackled.

MATT SARACEN IS TERRIFIED IM DEAD

-I CACKLED at the fear in his eyes when Tami suggest he wait in the back with Coach Taylor

-Lol at coach aggressively cleaning his grill while lecturing Saracen, who is literally one of the most mild mannered and sweet boys you could ever want your daughter to lose her virginity to tbh. Especially if it’s gonna be a football player.

-ugh Lyla I’m sorry your dad is so trash. Riggins is sweet and hot though. “What do you want me to do?” he says when Buddy bangs at the door. He respects her wishes. We stan.

“I was the idiot who stuck with you! Don’t call me spoiled. We’ve been saving that money since I was a baby. You said if I made the grades, it was mine.” GO OFF LYLA this is cathartic to watch. Also LOL I have mad student loans now bc my dad the cheater similarly lied about our financial situation for most of my life so that hit HARD for me. 😭😬🥺 I sent Lyla’s rant to my mom and she said lol did you write those words

-omg Tim at the door being like “you need to go” to Buddy?!?! Oops I’m aroused.

-oh god poor JD is actually listening to his dad and breaking things off with Madison?? Fuck man. That is so not cool. But wait there’s more! Riggins called him on it right away, we love him. “How do you expect all these boys to battle for you if you can’t make a decision like that on your own?” YES Riggins! Now that’s some good team captain mentoring shit! With the ear buds in one ear. Ugh yes.

-I’m surprised we haven’t gotten angry Coach Taylor chasing a ref sooner. “HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT”

-I love how Coach Taylor said “we’re gonna not lose our temper out there” about the refs to the players earlier in the week then ended up getting ejected from the game himself. Classic.

-omg and he’s calling the other coaches on the field on a flip phone, that’s. Mmhmm. Yep. Early 2000s gold.

-but oop now Wade Aikmen is gonna be getting all the attention. Oh boy. This show keeps ya on your toes!!

-JD’s mom wants her 15 year old son to date wayyyy too much and JD’s dad wants to control his love life wayyyy too much. Maybe they should both just chill???

-omg Katie McCoy totally would’ve kept JD’s date with Madison a secret if the dad hasn’t seen it. This is a *sings* deeply unhealthy family dynamic~

-Saracen is so cute being nervous that Landry’s gonna bomb. Friendshipppp

-okay Landry’s band got a decent turnout! Anyway I hope a girl throws her bra at Devin.

-wait really? Landry in a metal band now suddenly has Tyra feeling him? Again I DO NOT UNDERSTAND TYRA AND LANDRY.

-wow Buddy said Lyla was right AND apologized? I’m actually surprised. Can he call MY dad and teach him how to apologize? Kthxbye.

Yeah seriously I think that was my favorite episode so far!

#maria watches friday night lights #matt x julie #fnl 3x10 #mine #friday night lights 3x10

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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years

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Happy Birthday, Dumbass

It’s November 18th! It’s Koge’s Birthday!

Like her legit birthday, not the day I made her lol

This is based around a small snippet that I wrote in Memories, in case it seems familiar to anyone.

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC) Early Relationship

Featuring: Nene Date (OC) (alt Ne-Chan)

Rating: Teen | Cursing

Words: 2687

Genre: Humor / Fluff

Me 5:53 pm: I’m not gonna tell him. I want to see what he does. (・・)’

Ne-Chan 5:54 pm: u sure, ko-chan? what if he never realizes and u get upset?

Me 5:55 pm: He hasn’t said anything all day… (⋟﹏⋞) He’s the only one besides you that knows it’s my birthday in the whole school. I’m already kinda sad about it… Honestly, he’s never acknowledged my birthday, even before we started dating.

Ne-Chan 5:55 pm: WHAT?!??!! not ONCE?!?!!?! ko-chan, you should bring it up and see what he does! how can he be boyfriend material if he doesn’t even tell you happy birthday.

Me 6:00 pm: It’s just how he is, Ne-Chan…. I’ve never gotten upset with him before when he didn’t remember my birthday, so he probably just doesn’t even realize it. ╮(╯_╰)╭

Ne-Chan 6:01 pm: no excuses!!!! no boy should forget his girls birthday, bad habits or not. if he doesn’t do or say anything, ill wring his neck!!

Me 6:02 pm: I’m keeping my hopes up that he remembers… (´･_･｀) If not I’ll just come to your dorm room and cry.

Ne-Chan 6:04 pm: i really hope that he remembers, ko-chan. i know how important he is to you, and how much you want this to work. did he even say he’s coming by or anything?

Me 6:05 pm: Yeah, he was actually supposed to be here at 6. （◞‸◟）But not for anything special, that’s just usually when he comes over or when I go over there, y’know, we switch off.

Ne-Chan 6:06 pm: he’s late!!!! i’ll kick his ass, i swear it. ko-chan, i’m sorry, but i have to focus on homework for a bit. if u need to, just pop over to hang out, ok?

Me 6:07 pm: Okay. (.づ◡﹏◡)づ.

Koge let out a heavy sigh, letting her phone fall onto the bed beside her. Laying on her side facing the wall, she couldn’t quite get rid of his crushing weight that draped over her like a blanket. All day she had hoped for anything, a simple text or a quick sentimental exchange from her boyfriend in recognition of her birthday. By now, her spirit was broken, fighting to feel like she meant anything to him. She knew damn well that she did, that he wouldn’t give her the time of day if he didn’t care about her, but straight up forgetting her birthday? That was a blow that she knew wouldn’t heal easily.

Pulling her pale blue gaze off the wall, she watched her fingers as she fiddled with a lock of her hair, observing the white strands with an excessive amount of focus to try and distract herself from negative thoughts. It didn’t really help, especially as she listened to her wall clock tick in the heavy silence of her room.

Should I text him? He’s usually always right on time… He didn’t have anything special going on that I know of… Ugh, I’m being too sensitive, it’s only been like ten minutes! Giving an audible groan in frustration, she rolled over onto her stomach, shoving her phone away from her to resist the urge to text him. Once she felt like she was near suffocating, she turned her head to look out at her room, eyes instantly landing on the clock. Or maybe it’s been thirty minutes….

Then it was forty-five minutes. By now, Koge was really feeling like something just wasn’t right. She didn’t feel a sense of danger or worry like something had happened to him, but rather that he just… didn’t want to come. Had he realized his mistake and just decided he couldn’t face her now? He had seemed perfectly fine the entire day, not a single hint from him that something was wrong, but being this late was severely abnormal.

Though, before she could really do anything about it, the familiar sound of his knock startled her. Instantly hopping up, she adjusted her crooked t-shirt as she trotted over to the door, opening it up without a moment of hesitation.

“You’re late, Katsuki--” Suddenly, Koge found her words stuck in her throat, taking in the flustered look on Bakugou’s face. Not only that, but he was dressed quite nice, from what she could tell of his black pants and shoes. His scarf and thick red jacket hid whatever top he had decided on, and it was obvious to Koge that he was dressed to go out somewhere.

Removing his hands from his pockets, he stepped inside, removing his scarf while Koge shut the door behind him. “Okay, Captain-Fucking-Obvious, could you be any faster to point it out?”

Still a bit confused, Koge followed him as he walked further into the room, only growing more concerned with his actions as he kept his back to her on purpose. “Well, I was just… I had gotten worried something was wrong. Like, you just hadn’t wanted to come over or something.”

“Why would I do that and not tell you?” Unzipping his coat, Bakugou glowered at her over his shoulder, the pink hue only growing darker in the tips of his ears. “I was late getting ready… I didn’t want to text you, because I knew you’d ask a bunch of questions or grow suspicious.”

With a small shake of her head, Koge watched as he shrugged off his jacket, tossing it down onto the bed along with his scarf. Though, he kept one arm steady and in front of him, as if he were holding and hiding something. Feeling her cheeks begin to flush at the realization of what was actually going on, Koge clutched the hem of her shirt, waiting patiently for him to turn. “I just… got worried is all. You look really nice. I’m kinda… slobby in comparison.”

“Don’t worry about that right now, Utsuro, you’ll have time to change.” Taking in a deep breath, shifting from one foot to the other, Bakugou finally turned around to face her. At first, Koge only noticed the intense embarrassment on his face, until her eyes fell to look at his hands.

“Waah, Katsuki, you got me a gift?!”

Koge stared at him with wide eyes as she observed the small blue gift bag and flowers he was presenting to her, though her statement only made him more flustered.

“What d’ya mean?! You think I wouldn’t?” Bakugou snapped at her, shoving the gifts closer. “Just take them, damn it!”

Carefully, Koge took both gifts, beaming up at him as all worry and sadness she had felt faded away. “You’ve just never gotten me anything for my birthday before. Thank you!” Pushing herself up on her toes, she caught his lips in a gentle kiss, before taking his hand to lead him towards the bed. Sitting down next to his jacket, she let the small bag sit on her lap, observing the flowers.

Sitting down beside her, Bakugou ruffled his hair in nervous embarrassment, scoffing softly. “You’re thanking me and you haven’t even opened it yet…”

“If it’s from you, Katsuki, then I know I’ll love it.” Tenderly, she inspected the flowers, fingering through them to see each one. They were soft beneath her fingers, vibrant and fresh for this chilly time of year. What’s more, is that the bouquet was elegantly coordinated, with the two main flowers being something very special. “Dahlias and Peonies… You remembered those were my favorite flowers, too?”

“Eh… lucky guess.” Bakugou gave a small shrug, unable to resist the small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as Koge playfully nudged him in the side. Carefully as to not mess up the flowers, she placed them down beside her, turning her attention to the bag on her lap. Becoming more visibly nervous, Bakugou couldn’t seem to sit still, shifting in his spot as he kept his hands clasped together tightly. Koge noticed this, but decided not to mention it, not wanting to frustrate him further. He had obviously put a lot of effort into this, so whatever was in the bag must be incredibly special.

Feeling her cheeks flush just thinking about how he had done this for her, Koge began to pull the neatly placed white tissue paper out of the bag. Along with her joy, though, came a guilt that weighed her down. She felt bad for expecting something out of him in the first place, like it was his duty now just because they were dating. They were both still so new to this, to caring for each other on a different level besides just friendship, and it seemed a bit harsh for her to expect him to do everything perfectly.

“You know, you didn’t have to get me anything, Katsuki. I would have been happy even without it.” Koge turned her gaze up to him as she removed the long, black rectangular box from the bag, moving the now empty bag to the floor next to her feet. Narrowing his eyes at her, Bakugou gave a shake of his head, wringing his hands anxiously.

“Tch, I couldn’t just not get you something, Utsuro… Seriously.” His voice was soft, his expression of kindness and adoration for her more genuine than she had heard from him in a few weeks. It only made the knot in her stomach grow, and as she opened the box, the butterflies almost exploded from inside her.

The gasp that escaped her lips nearly made Bakugou jump out of his skin, his ears and face flushing hot, as did Koge’s. Inside the box was a very delicate necklace, a thin silver, rectangular plate connected to a slim chain. Embedded into the small plate were two shining diamonds, and the word ‘Crystalline’, representing her chosen hero name. The last touch was another delicate diamond, dangling from the bottom edge of the plate. Before Bakugou could even think, Koge had shut the box and thrown her arms around him, hugging him tightly as she fought against wanting to cry. “Katsuki! It’s beautiful!”

His face and ears on fire, he put his arm around her, pulling her in closer to him. “Don’t fucking cry, Utsuro!” Sniffling, she wiggled herself to sit on his lap, facing him and straddling his legs. His hands moving to her hips, he watched as she opened the box back up, carefully removing the necklace. Swallowing his bashfulness, Bakugou gave her hips a small squeeze as she put the box down on the bed beside them, mumbling as he spoke. “Check the back…”

Koge gazed at him curiously for a moment before she looked at the back of the plate as instructed, the heat in her face somehow growing more intense. On the back, there were two capital ‘K’s, separated by a small heart. She lost it, the tears spilling from her eyes as she held the sentimental gift close to her chest. “Katsuki… I love it!”

With a huff, he reached up and gripped her face with both hands, wiping the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs in that rough but gentle touch that only he could pull off. “Stop being such a baby, Utsuro. I knew you were going to end up like this.”

Taking the necklace from her, he helped her to put it on, letting his fingers trace the delicate chain once it was in place. Koge sniffed, wiping her eyes. “How does it look?” Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into a kiss, the fire inside him raging fiercely in need of her. She gave into him so easily, melting into his body like she was made of puddy. Even though every inch of her ached to keep going, she allowed him to pulled away, smiling as he pressed his forehead into hers. His gaze was so soft, that angry fire within him now smoldering in a way that Koge could only describe as passion. This necklace wasn’t just a birthday gift. It was much more important to both of them, something that expressed just how deep their connection was.

“Beautiful.” Bakugou whispered softly, his hands caressing her small frame to him. “You’re beautiful.”

“Me?” Koge couldn’t resist a soft giggle, placing her hands on his cheek tenderly. “I asked about the necklace.”

“You’re the one that makes it beautiful. Stupid.” Bakugou playfully pressed his forehead harder against hers, making her laugh. “Don’t be a smart ass!”

Giving him another kiss, Koge looked down at the necklace, running her fingers along the plate to feel the engraving. “It’s wonderful, Katsuki… Thank you so much. It’s so thoughtful and personal…”

“I didn’t want to get you something that was just… random, I guess. I wanted it to mean something.” Bakugou let his hands fall to her hips, finally starting to truly relax, the nerves of her not liking the gift beginning to fade. But, now that the gift was out of the way, there was something else that Koge needed to find out.

“It’s perfect. So, why the fancy clothes, hm?” Koge adjusted the collar of his dark red button up shirt, taking it upon herself to unbutton one more at the top, as it seemed a bit too formal for him. Bakugou didn’t complain, though he did click his tongue in annoyance.

“You and your questions. I’m taking you out to dinner! Isn’t that obvious?”

“It was obvious, Katsuki, I just wanted to hear it from you.” Koge gave his cheek a kiss before she hopped up off of him, nearly bouncing over towards her closet. “Where are we going?”

“Not telling you. Just dress decent.” Bakugou stood, cleaning up the mess she had left of the tissue paper, discarded bag and black box. “But warm, too. I’m not giving up my jacket this time.”

Koge giggled softly, pulling out an appropriate dress and leggings. “Warm but pretty, got it. I--” As she spoke, she was cut off by her phone going off with a text, Bakugou’s eyes pulled to the lit screen instinctively. His calm expression was instantly contorted into a scowl, glaring at Koge as he picked it up.

“‘Did the little bitch ever show up’?! Is that how you two talk about me?!”

Trying to contain her laughter, Koge ran back over to him, trying to snatch the phone of his hand, though he expertly held it up over their heads. “No, no! Nene was just concerned because I was feeling a little sad! She’s just trying to make me feel better.”

With a click of his tongue, Bakugou opened up the conversation, still holding the phone up and out of range as he typed, speaking out loud. “‘Who are you calling a little bitch, you bitch’. And stupid fucking text face. Send.”

Using the bed for leverage, Koge bounced up and snatched the phone, but it was too late.

Me 7:10 pm: Who are you calling a little bitch, you bitch. (◕‿◕✿)

Ne-Chan 7:10 pm: PFFFT KATSU OMG IM GOING TO DIE

“You’re so mean, Katsuki.” Koge attempted to scold him, though she couldn’t stop the smile on her face. “Don’t be a butt to Nene.”

“She’ll fucking live.” Bakugou latched his arms around her, squeezing her in close as he kissed her lips. Although it was rough at first, it quickly softened, with Koge wrapping her arms around his neck. She could easily melt into him, just lay in bed and stay in his arms for the rest of the night, warm and cared for. There was a fun evening ahead of them, however, and Koge knew that it would be something she’d never forget. Her first birthday with Bakugou as her lover, and she could only imagine the many more to come.

When he finally let her go, his hands moved to cup her cheeks, placing one last peck on her forehead.

“Now shut up and get dressed, Utsuro. I’m going to make damn sure you enjoy your birthday.”

Koge couldn’t resist the smile on her lips, her heart fluttering in excitement. “Oh? Well, happy birthday to me.”

“Yeah, Koge. Happy birthday.”

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realityhelixcreates · 4 years

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 55: Shut Up and Dance With Me

Chapters: 55/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: none Relationships: Loki x Reader (Ah, there we go) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor(Marvel), Tony Stark, natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Vision, Pepper Potts, Wand Maximoff Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), FINALLY

It’s time to party.

Loki draped a fur-trimmed cape over his shoulders, turning this way and that in the mirror to admire his reflection. Was he alluring enough? Regal enough? He knew you'd be wearing the dress, and had chosen his clothes to compliment it. The two of you would look so good together.

Despite whatever anxiety he might feel over being surrounded by his brothers friends all weekend, he certainly looked forward to dancing with you.

Some of their best musicians would be there, and there would be served Asgardian delicacies...as well as could be approximated, at least. He was well tempted to trick everyone into trying the crystal mead, but as much as he'd like to see your silly, drunken face again, he really didn't want everyone else to see it. That was his, for as long as he could keep it.

It wouldn't be forever. No aspect of you would be his forever, that was simply the way life was. Your family, your friends, even that odious Todd had all known things about you that he was just beginning to learn. He intended to outdo them all, if you agreed, of course.

Maybe Thor was right. Maybe he was ready. He'd thought it impossible, with all the many personal flaws and problems he still had to deal with. But maybe he would never actually fix them all. Maybe he would never be the perfect being he could just barely see in his future. Odin had been far from perfect, after all. Frigga hadn't even reached that perfection, and yet, she and Odin had been happy together.

Could he really have that?

It wouldn't be the same as what they had, he already knew that. The same relationship never existed twice. That was part of the beauty of it. Whatever you and he might have, it would be yours and his alone.

How wonderful.

He preened in the mirror a few moments more. Perhaps he truly was handsome? Not in the Asgardian sense, but to humans? And perhaps, as humans and Asgardians influenced each other, people like him would become desirable to both species.

If there even were other people like him. Adopted, miniature, shape-shifting, royal Frost Giant Aesir were probably not too common throughout Yggdrasil.

But that just made him more valuable! He was a very rare, perhaps one-of-a-kind creature. He just had to keep telling himself things like that, until he, one day, believed it.

He placed a coronet over his black curls, the horns so reduced as to be no more than an elegantly etched design on the front.

When he left to pick you up, he found you already gone. You had been so eager to meet all your heroes in person, you must have just taken Saldis and left the instant you'd gotten dressed. Excitable little thing. Still, he'd better hurry. He didn't want you alone with those unpredictable savages for very long, even if Romanoff was there to keep them in line.

*****

“-And then I punched him in the nose!” You exclaimed to raucous laughter. “Aw come on guys, I was terrified!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Sam said. “It's just the image of Tall, Dark, and Grumpy standing in between cupcake displays, getting popped in the face by a civilian...”

“It's delightful.” Tony interrupted. “I lifted that frame from the video. It's my new lockscreen.”

“So he really did kidnap you?” Said the young one-Peter-the one you didn't know anything about. “He didn't even tell you why he was there?”

“Well...yeah.” You admitted reluctantly. “He was on a really restricted deadline. Kinda literally. I really was dying, and he was sick too. And it wasn't like he could stay long. He's not allowed to be in the States by himself.”

“And his Royal Highness had to pull quite a few strings to get that calmed down.” Tony added.

“Loki isn't always straightforward, but when he is, he is very much so.” Thor said gravely. “In this case, he was making the effort to be altruistic. Methods aside, his heart was in the right place.”

“I think his heart was in staying alive.” Tony snarked. “He wasn't gonna just let himself die because some little lady was dragging him down.”

“Rude.” You said.

“Unfortunately, my brother has proven far too willing to let himself die in the past.” Thor pointed out.

Tony shut his mouth.

“I could use another drink.” Pepper said, and Tony instantly leaped up and took himself to the banquet table in search of one.

“Don't worry about it.” Thor told you. “He's just getting it out of his system before Loki arrives. Unfortunately, Loki awakens in him the same kind of trouble that dust does for you.”

“Oh!” You said, finally understanding. Most of the others seemed kind of tense or indifferent towards Loki, but Tony Stark was downright hostile. But that made sense now, if he suffered like you did.

Honestly, it would be surprising if any of them didn't have something that triggered them.

“Dust?” Peter asked.

“Uh, yeah. I don't like dust. Something bad happened, and there was a lot of dust involved, and it just stuck with me. It's okay, we just keep the place real clean.”

You noticed the curious looks, the exchanged, questioning glances.

Steve leaned forward, clearing his throat. “Miss _____,” He began.

The door guard interrupted. “Your Majesty and guests! His Highness, Crown Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard has arrived.”

Several of those glances shot to Tony, who had come back to the couches with a drink for Pepper, and one for himself.

“It's okay, it's okay.” He said. “I'm good. At least he announced himself instead of just popping in behind me or something. It's cool. I'm good.”

Loki peeked around the door first, before sweeping regally into the room. You scooted over on the couch, making a space for him, but he visited the banquet table first, bringing you a glass of juice and a small plate of tasty tidbits.

“Good evening, my dear. I have come to bring you better company.”

There were a few derisive snorts, but mostly, everyone went back to their conversations. You heard someone say “Boom. You looking for this?” and Saldis's peal of delighted laughter, Loki questioning whether the wizard Strange was allowed to be there, and the wizard claiming that he'd had a royal invitation. Loki sneered, but Thor just shrugged.

“You need to touch base every now and again.” He explained. “Make sure nothing is going wrong, everything's stable, all those magical things that are over my head.”

Both Loki and Strange made matched scoffing noises, but did start up a somewhat antagonistic conversation.

A group of musicians shuffled into the banquet hall, setting up in an out of the way place. You spotted Lofn among them, carrying a harp. She smiled at you and ran her fingers along the strings.

The music was very much what you would have expected from a fantasy royal party; beautiful and ethereal, gently seizing your senses. You swayed along slowly, wanting to dance, but every time you looked over at Loki, he wasn't paying any attention, still arguing with the wizard.

You looked around, trying to catch someone's attention, but almost everybody else was engaged in conversation. Lofn was still watching you, enigmatic smile lingering in your vision. She was always like that. Did she want something from you?

Captain Rogers was looking at you, curiosity on his face.

“Are you all right?” He asked. You nodded.

“Yeah, I just...Do you want to dance? I want to dance.”

“Oh. Sure. We can dance.” He stood, holding his hand out for you. With butterflies in your stomach, you let him lead you out onto the floor and began a slow, chaste sway.

“You know, we were all pretty worried about you to begin with, but it looks like you're thriving here.” He said.

“Well, I'm doing a lot better than I was.” You answered. “And this is probably the best place for me, considering the whole magic thing.”

“Well...there was always Steven.” He pointed out. “He's part of an entire school of mages. Is that the right word?”

“I'm not sure.” You thought about how your hand had buzzed back when the wizard had taken it, how much it had been like that first time you had touched Loki. “They call me Seidkona here.”

“What is that anyway? I've heard the word several times so far.”

“It's a type of magical lady, I guess. Like a combination personal mage and advisor. I'm still figuring out what all that means, but I think I'm getting better at all of it. Aside from all the bad stuff, I'm having a pretty good time.”

“Speaking of, if you don't mind my asking, when you say you are afraid of dust...Hm.”

“Hm?”

“I think I've done something to piss your prince off. He's glaring.”

You cast a look back over your shoulder. 'Glaring' was putting it lightly. Loki's stare could set things on fire.

“Woah. Uh, maybe I should go talk to him.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked, concerned. “Does he get angry with you? Does he get rough?”

“No, not with me.” You said, letting go of Captain Rogers, and approaching the fuming prince.

“Hey Loki.” You sat down next to him, offering him your plate, with its remaining snacks. All your favorites, but you knew he liked some of them too. “Have something to eat?”

He ignored you completely, the full force of his hateful gaze leveled at Steve.

“Loki?” You placed your hand very gently on his knee, and he jerked away, eyes snapping to yours. The conversation all around you dwindled down. “Uh. Do...you want to dance?”

His lip curled. “Why would you even want to?”

You drew your hand back, surprised at the venom in his voice. “Well...I just-”

He stood abruptly. “You do not need to bother worrying about me.” He said, voice curt. “Play with your little friends. Banish me from your mind. You're already halfway there.” He swept out of the banquet hall, his cape dragging your confused protests behind it.

*****

“That...did not go as I imagined.” You said quietly into the uncomfortable silence. Thor glanced at the door Loki had exited, then over a Lofn, who still played her harp. He'd thought for sure...

“You want me to kick his ass, darlin'?” Tony asked. “'Cause I'll go kick his ass.”

“You will not.” You murmured. “And with all due respect, which admittedly, is a lot; please don't call me that.”

Loki calls her that, Thor mouthed over your shoulder. Tony raised an eyebrow.

“Alright.” He said. “Do, uh, you wanna kick his ass?”

Lofn ran her hands over the strings in an almost aggressive series of chords.

“Yeah.” You said. “I mean, no. Something else.” You stood abruptly. “Gimmie a minute.”

You too, rushed out of the banquet hall, leaving Thor subject to a lot of questioning stares.

“Yes, alright.” He said with a sigh. “There has been a...development.”

“Wait, really?” Pepper asked, while Clint snickered.

“I called it!” Peter crowed. “I knew it, I called it. I was right.”

“Yeah, yeah, you did.” Tony said, staring at Thor. “So, you know that's a terrible idea, right, you know that?”

“Now, just hold on, it's not what you think.” Thor explained. “Yes, my brother has developed...affectionate feelings towards _____. That is true. Do you understand what a grand breakthrough this is? Loki cares about someone! Well, someone from outside. I haven't seen him like this in centuries!”

“What, throwing tantrums? We see him like that all the time.” Bruce said. “Practically every time we see him, in fact.”

“That's just because...” Thor paused. “Well, partly because he holds a slight grudge against basically all of you, but partly because he wants you to underestimate him.”

“Underestimate what?” Tony asked. “That look? He was giving Rogers? I've seen that look before. It was just before he launched me out the two-hundred and twenty-fourth story window.”

“Yeah, that was uncomfortable, being on the receiving end.” Steve admitted. “Didn't realize I was horning in on his girl.”

“Is she into him?” Scott asked. Thor shrugged.

“I do not yet know.”

“What are you kidding?” Clint asked.

“She is head over heels for that man.” Wanda asserted. “What? I don't need to look into her mind to see that.”

“It's pretty obvious.” Clint clarified. Natasha nodded along with him.

“Mind control.” Tony declared. “Has to be.”

“No.” Thor said. “My brother has many talents, but that is not one of them. He could only do that when he had access to the Mind Stone.”

“Which,” Vision said, breaking his contemplative silence. “He no longer has.”

“Precisely.” Thor said. “Though influence comes in many forms. Speaking of which,” He switched to Asgardian. “Lofn. Your presence graces us tonight. I can't help but feel as though you have more in mind than demonstrating your skill on the strings though.”

Lofn smiled at him. “I see them, Allfather. I see many people now, who do not yet see each other, but I see them, and they begin to see each other now.”

“You wove a spell.” Thor accused.

“I made music. What spell could I cast upon dear, clever little Loki? No, no, all I did was set a mood.”

“Hey, what? I know you can speak English, big guy.” Tony said.

“And when it's relevant, I do.” Thor answered. “Friends, let us continue our revels! Loki and _____ shall do as they will, and so should we.”

Lofn continued to play.

*****

According to the people you passed, Loki had headed back to his quarters, so that was where you were going as well.

What was all that about? Why was he so angry? Was he offended that you asked him to dance? Maybe he thought that would make him look bad in front of the Avengers. You were pretty sure they would tease him. He would hate that.

Was he mad that you had danced with someone else? But he had been busy! And something about the music had just made you want to dance. So you had chosen the person who was the least likely to get fresh with you. And besides, when else would you get the chance to dance with Captain America?

When you entered the rooms, his door was open, and you could see him pacing in front of his fire. His low voice traveled down the hall to you, a quiet muttering in Asgardian, full of curses; at you, Steve, or himself, you couldn't tell.

You stood in the door way, fiddling with your phone, until he spotted you and stopped pacing.

“What are you doing here?” He demanded. “Don't you have...” He waved his hand dismissively. “...Heroes to fawn over?”

“Maybe, but they probably get a lot of that already.” You said. “I decided to come fawn over you instead. Maybe you don't get enough of that.”

“I do not requite pity!” He snapped. “Did my brother send you to me? Tear you from your dear Captain's welcoming arms to come cajole me with platitudes?”

“I came myself, geez! What is going on with you, why are you so angry? Are you mad at me?”

“No...” He muttered.

“Well, are you mad at Steve?”

He growled. “No..”

“Are you mad that I was dancing with someone else?”

“No...not exactly...” He squirmed, obviously not wanting to tell you what was really on his mind. You persisted anyway. Surely, you were owed an answer for his humiliating behavior.

“Well then what exactly?” You demanded.

“You chose him first!” Loki exclaimed. “I was right there, and you asked him before me!”

“I...thought you were busy talking to that wizard!” You said, surprised. He was jealous. Loki was jealous that you had chosen someone else over him.

Could there actually be something to what Saldis had said?

“I didn't even want to talk to him! He is an arrogant, ignorant fool. I would always welcome an interruption from you. I always....I always have time for you. I do not wish to be your second choice in anything. I want to be the one you come to automatically, for whatever you need. I wish to be the kind of person...the one who can provide that for you. ”

The firelight danced off his features; his pink cheeks and averted eyes, his closed and nervous posture. You gaped. Saldis was a little minx! Everyone knew, she had said. Everyone except for you, apparently!

“_____, I-”

You strode past him and set your phone down on the dresser near his bed, starting a playlist of classic slow dance songs.

“Your Highness, you really should allow me to dance with you.” You said firmly.

“...You do not command me, tiny mortal.” He rejoined, but when you turned back to look at him, his arms were open, and you walked right in.

Now this felt right. Swaying securely in the circle of his arms, head laid against his velvet covered chest. Who knew how long you stayed there; an hour? A lifetime? A few minutes? You could happily spend the whole night here, in his warm embrace.

Loki cleared his throat.

You looked up at him expectantly.

“Tell me something.” He asked. “Something only you would know.”

“...Worried that I might be a Huldra again?”

“I wouldn't like to repeat that experience. Tell me something she wouldn't know.”

“Umm, let's see...” You thought about it for a moment. “Did you know that corn comes in more colors than just yellow and white? There's thousands of different types. There's blue, and red, and orange, and purple. Even pink and green! And some mix all those colors on the same plant. We use them for decorations, and to make popcorn, and-”

Loki grasped your face in his hands, snaking one back to cup your head, like he had on that first day. Instead of scolding you though, instead of filling you with unbearable light, he seized your mouth in a tender kiss.

He held it long enough for you to overcome your shock and throw your arms around him to reciprocate. He sighed in relief and practically swept you off the ground in his enthusiasm, and you giggled against his lips.

Loki was very reluctant to stop kissing you; even when you had to draw back, gasping for air, he followed your mouth, peppering your face with little pecks, licking your lips insistently for entry. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, and he took the opportunity to take his kisses deeper. You still laughed, letting him catch the sound in his throat and send it back to you as a whuffled chuckle through his nose.

Neither of you really wanted to let go. Loki, with all his gentle tenderness, was hungry for you in a way that would have left you breathless, even if he wasn't demanding claim over your mouth.

The two of you collapsed into his bed, giggling against each other's tongues, hands roaming freely and greedily. You were hungry for him too, for the warmth of his lean body, the scent of his hair, the caress of his graceful hands. You both clearly wanted more, more, more.

But not too much.

You finally pulled away from him.

“Not yet.” You said, gasping for breath.

“No, not yet,.” He agreed, smile suffusing his whole face. He was so radiant you almost wanted to cry. When was the last time anyone had seen him like this? This was yours. All yours.

The thought galvanized you to dive back in. You wouldn't be returning to the party, but the Avengers would be here for a few days yet. They could wait.

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Dumb Project (F) Oikawa x Reader

Hey guys! I think I may turn the last chapter in to a full story in a book of it's own. Maybe Oikawa will be a love interest in that one.... maybe it'll be Oikawa x Reader x Kuroo.... who knows? Would you guys be interested in that? Let me know in my PM or DM. Anyways- on with the story. Oh! Slight mention of dirty thoughts, but nothing anywhere near graphic.

I was walking down the halls of Aobajohsai, just trying to make it to your last class of the day when I heard squealing behind me. Great. Oikawa fangirls. I move to the side of the hall as I let the group of girls pass, all giggling as they headed to find Oikawa.

As I walk in the classroom, I sat my bag down before pulling out a notebook and pencil to get ready for class. This was my English class, and I was fairly confident in my ability when it came to the class. I knew that my class would be assigned a project today, and that would suck due to the fact that you were busy most days after school, seeing as I'm the manager for the boy's volleyball team. A few moments pass and the desks next to me filled up as my classmates entered and took their seats. Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa were all in the class with me. I hoped that my teacher would partner me with Hanamaki or Iwaizumi. Oikawa was my last choice of partners from everyone I really knew in the class. "Alright class, today we'll be working on...." the teacher began as she started the class. I droned out for the most part, other than taking a few notes here and there. The class went fine, it was all simple, and all I had to do was listen to the teacher while she talked about whatever I was meant to learn. I took notes subconsciously without really paying attention to what I was writing. Seeing as it was the first day back from break, the project would probably the annual poster that was assigned. The project was about break and all that crap. Usually partners weren't assigned, but maybe the teacher switched things up this year. The lesson had finally come to an end, and I was just ready to see who I had been stuck with. "Now, onto the project I'll be assigning," the teacher began handing out rubrics, "I'll be assigning your partners. The project will be about your break, but the catch is, you must make a poster about what your partner did over break. You'll need to use color and images, along with a header and everything must be in English." I glanced over the rubric, seeing all the points I had to include. Who my partner spent break with, what they did, where they went, and if they had images from break, I could include those for bonus points. "Alright, time for partners," the teacher spoke. I mentally crossed my fingers and hoped to not be stuck with and idiot.... or Oikawa, because that would just set me back. "Akazawa and Nakayama, Hitarashi and Inaba," she went on calling out partners, "Iwaizumi and Matsukawa," she had gone on until nearly everyone was taken. Well shit, there went the best two partners in the whole damn class. "Oikawa and L/N," the teacher finished calling names. Of. Fucking. Course. I was now stuck with Oikawa for the whole week working on a project. I see Oikawa walk over to me and sit at the empty desk in front of mine. "Hello L/N-Chan, glad I didn't get stuck with a terrible partner," he sent me a kind smile, which was actually pleasant to look at. "Sup, Trash-Kun, wish I could say the same," I said, turning a page in my notebook so you had a blank paper. "What is with you and Iwa-Chan, always calling me trash? It's rude you know," Oikawa crossed his arms across his chest and stuck out his bottom lip, pouting. "It's fun," I shrugged. "Oh come on, it can't be that fun," Oikawa responded, still pouting at me like a toddler. I raised an eyebrow at the setter before me. "Hey Iwa-Chan," I hollered to Iwaizumi who was sitting a couple desks away, "Isn't it fun calling Oikawa trash?" "Yes, very," Iwaizumi responded smiling. "See? Told you," I smirked at Oikawa, leaning forward and ruffling his hair. "Oh, whatever, let's just start working on the project," Oikawa leaned over to my desk. "Well, let's both make a list of everything we did over break and then see where that leaves us," I suggested handing Oikawa a piece of paper to use. "Okie dokie, whatever you say, boss," Oikawa gave me a thumbs up as he took the paper from my hands. The two of us used the last few minutes of class to list everything we did during break. Well, not everything, I mean, I'm a teen, I had phone service, let's just leave it at that. "Well, since we're already together, wanna walk to the gym together?" Oikawa asked, extending his arm like a true gentleman. I hooked my arm through his. Even Oikawa had his moments. "Why thank you," I said like I was royalty. "My pleasure," Oikawa responded, giggling. His giggle was so fucking cute. Wait, what? Since when did I find his giggle cute? Oh, well, just don't think about it, I have a practice to get to. Just as expected, as soon as the two of you left the English classroom, you were met with Oikawa's lady followers, or as Iwa and I called them, the Trash Cans. I can't even remember how the hell that nickname really came to be, but Iwa and I certainly found it funny. Oikawa just held me closer to him and kept walking to practice. He didn't want me to get pushed away from him by some of the more aggressive Trash Cans. "Sorry about that," Oikawa said slightly embarrassed. "It's okay, it isn't your fault they're obsessive," I reassured him. The two of us made the rest of the way to practice just walking, after the two of us had fallen into a comfortable silence. "After practice, did you maybe wanna go to the café and work some more on the project?" Oikawa asked. Almost seeming nervous. "Sounds good to me, as long as you don't feel too tired after practice, I don't want you to overwork yourself, Trash-Kun," I joked. "I'm gonna come up with a nickname for you one day, and you're gonna regret calling me Trash-Kun all these years," Oikawa deadpanned as we reached the gym doors. "You get back to me on that one when you think of something," I patted Oikawa on the shoulder as I walked toward the bench to set down my bag and prepare for practice. "Oh I will," Oikawa muttered to himself. Practice was going well, we only had about 40 minutes left. The team was currently working on serves, and my job was to gather up all the volleyballs that had been served and put them back in the basket where they could be served again. The only problem was that I were trying to do this in between serves. I had been doing this forever, so I had gotten used to dodging stray volleyballs, and to date I had never been hit. "L/N-CHAN, DUCK!!!!" was the last thing I heard Oikawa say before I felt a volleyball collide with the side of my head. I had been caught off guard, so the ball took me to the floor. "Oh my god, L/N-Chan I am so sorry," I hear Oikawa say, running over to me along with Iwa and Matsukawa. "It's fine, I'm fine," I brought myself up into a sitting position, my legs stretched out in front of me. "At least the ball hit the top of the met before hitting you in the head, that slowed it down a lot," Matsukawa explained, relived I wasn't hurt. "L/N, your nose is bleeding!" Iwa exclaimed, grabbing a nearby towel and holding it to my nose. "Yeah, I hit my face off the floor, so don't worry Trash-Kun, this isn't from you hitting me," I explained, patting a pale Oikawa on the shoulder to reassure him. "Okay, okay, but you're not doing anything else today. Go sit on the bench and get your nose to stop bleeding, and I'll walk you home after practice. "Oh alright," I said, getting up and walking to the bench, Iwaizumi still holding the towel to my nose as you walked. "Iwa-Chan, stay with L/N-Chan and hold the towel until she stops bleeding," Oikawa ordered once you reached the bench. "Trash-Kun, I can hold my own towel," I told the captain. "Well, as team captain, I say Iwa-Chan is gonna hold the towel, end of story," Oikawa said in a more commanding voice. "Fine," I sigh, just sitting there while Iwa held the towel under my nose. Oikawa walked back over to where I had fallen and began wiping up the blood from my nose that had spilled on the gym floor. "Thanks for holding the towel, Iwa-Chan," I smiled at the boy. "No problem, L/N-Chan, as long as you're okay," Iwaizumi smiled back. I was lucky all the boys were so protective and caring towards me. One time, they even helped chase off a second year that was always following me around. Practice ended immediately and the boys took to cleaning up the gym. That didn't take as long as it usually did, everyone just wanted to hurry home I guess. "I'm fine, you don't have to hold the towel anymore. I stopped bleeding a while ago," I told Iwa-Chan. "Wait why did I hold this towel for so long then?" Iwa asked me. "Well, would you rather have practiced?" "Oh my god, L/N, you are a fucking god send," Iwa engulfed my in a huge hug. "Why the hell do you still call me L/N?" I laughed, hugging him back. "I dunno, you just never told me otherwise," Iwa shrugged. "Well, I've known you since forever, so call me Y/N, ya dork," I flicked Iwa in the forehead. "Same goes for you Y/N, henceforth, it's Hajime to you," Iwa- Hajime said in a funny accent. "Sounds good, Hajime," I laughed "Alright, well, I'm gonna head off, but take it easy, short stuff," Iwa ruffled my hair, "and we're still on for dinner at the pizza place tomorrow right?" "Uh duh, you're my best friend, of course we're still on for our friend date," you giggled. "Okay, just making sure. How did I score so well in the best friend department?" Iwa smiled fondly. "Well I didn't do too bad either, 'Jime," "'Jime?" "Yeah, like Hajime, but just 'Jime. A new nickname," "Hmmmm," he acted as if he was thinking, " I like it." "Good, because I wasn't gonna stop calling you that," I laughed. "Alright, well I will see you tomorrow," Hajime booped my nose. "See ya then," I hollered as he walked out of the gym. Oikawa and I were the last to be there, he let everyone else go while he continued to make sure everything was in order. "All done?" I asked as Oikawa approached me. "Yep," he responded, picking up his bag and mine. "You don't have to carry that," I told him. "It's fine, Klutz-Chan," he giggled. "Klutz-Chan?" I perked one brow. "Well, you do seem to always get hurt. Last week, you fell down the stairs and got a black eye, at practice a few days ago, you tripped over your feet, three days ago, you nearly ran straight into a pole, but thanks to me pulling you out of the way, you didn't-" "Okay, alright, I get it," I slapped my hand over Oikawa's mouth, "What a shame, I was gonna start calling you Oikawa instead of Trash-Kun, but since you have a nickname for me...." "Noooo, please don't." "Well, fine, I give in," I laughed. "Now wait a damn second," Oikawa seemed like he was thinking. "What is it?" "You've known me just as long as you've known Iwa-Chan, if not longer, and you just started using his first name, why dont you use mine?" Oikawa gave me puppy dog eyes. "I dunno, just didn't think you'd want me to," I told him truthfully. "You're one of my best friends, of course you can use my first name," Oikawa told me, with a goofy smile on his face. "Well alright then, Tooru, let's get going to the café then," I said, starting to walk. "Wait, the café? I said I was taking you home, not to the café to work, L/N-Chan," Tooru scolded. "First- it's y/n now," I smiled sweetly, "and second, you know as well as I do that I don't like going home. Plus, I'll always take the chances I get to hang out with the volleyball master, Oikawa Tooru." "Okay, fine, but we are not going to the café to work, let's go get some take out for dinner or something," Tooru suggested. "Oh thank god, I am starving and was counting on the donuts at the café," I laughed, suddenly aware of my hunger. "Okay, now we can get going, Y/N." Tooru seemed to really like calling me by my first name. I liked using his too, but I'd deny it if I was asked. "Where are we going for food?" "I was thinking the ramen shop on the corner." "Oooooh, that's my favorite." "I know, why do you think I offered?" "Ah, you know me so well." We chatted about random things on the way to the ramen shop. When we got their, we ordered our regular orders and waited. We ordered it to go because Tooru's parents weren't home, they were gone for a week long trip. Tooru and I got take out all the time when his parents were out of town because he hated being alone. Iwa made jokes that were definitely not PG about me being over at Tooru's without supervision. Not like they paid any attention when they were home either. Tooru and I could literally suck faces in the same room and they wouldn't know. We walked to Tooru's and set up our food and such in the living room so we could watch a movie right after we ate. The two of us were pretty quiet as we ate, seeing as we were busy shoveling food into our mouths. "Okay, before we pick a movie, I wanna know what you did over break. That way we can say we worked on our project," Tooru smiled as he picked up the remote. "Alright, well, I spent most of my time with you and Iwa helping you practice, but other than that I spent most of my time in the treehouse reading," I thought of the treehouse we had all made out of whatever we could find in our garages when we were kids. I was out in the woods, so nobody could find it, but close enough to get service. "That's all you did? Really?" Tooru looked at me surprised. "Well, uh yeah," I blushed, thinking of the other things I had done in the treehouse during break. "You stayed there didn't you?" Oikawa asked me, concerned. "Yeah," I sighed, "You know I hate going home, it just seems empty without my sister there. And with everyone at the house being all depressed and shit, it doesn't help me mood," I explained. "Is that why you didn't want me to walk you home?" "Well, yeah, but I really did want to hang out with you. You are my best friend after all." "Why are you blushing?" "What?" "You're blushing. Why?" Well, I thought the blush would be gone by now. "Guess I'm flushed. Maybe I'm sick," I shrugged, playing innocent. "Must you lie to me, Y/N?" "I'm not-" "I've known you most of our lives, I know when you're lying." "It's private, and I don't wanna talk about it." "Oooooh, Y/N is having dirty thoughts isn't she?" Tooru teased. The blush grew. "Based on the fact that your face just got redder, I'm right." My face got even redder. "Yep, okay. Time to use this blush to my advantage. I'm gonna name names and that blush is gonna tell me exactly what I wanna know," Oikawa's confidence grew with each word. "Iwa?" Nothing. "Not Iwa, okay. Matsu?" Nothing. "Not him either? Hanamaki then?" Nothing. "Hmmm. OH MY GOD. Would it happen to be the one and only Oikawa Tooru?" he smirked. Shit, face, why you gotta give it away. "Oh? Me? Well I am flattered." I felt like crying. Despite his seemingly nonchalant act, he probably fucking hated me. Without warning, a few stray tears dripped down my cheeks. "Y/N, why are you crying? It's okay, talk to me." I was pulled into a deep hug by Tooru, who was letting me cry on his shoulder. "I just don't want you to hate me because I had those thoughts," I sniffled, looking up at the concerned boy. "Well Y/N, tell me this. Do you actually like me, or did you just have some dirty thoughts about me?" "At first, I just thought about you in some not so innocent ways, but recently I've been seeing you in a completely different way. I mean, before I just saw you as my annoying, and very attractive, best friend, but now when I look at you I see a really sweet guy that I think I have very strong feelings for." "That's okay, Y/N, I like you too, and I'll do whatever you need me to so you can figure out your feelings. I may be the person who's causing these confusing feelings, but I'm still your best friend and I'll do anything to help you," Oikawa explained, and that only made me like him more. Why the fuck does he have to be so sweet? "Let me kiss you," I said quietly. "Okay, whatever you need." I slowly separated from the hug and moved to sit on his lap. I didn't straddle him, just sat sideways on his lap. I sat there for the longest time, just looking at Oikawa's face. I watched how his eyes would look from my eyes to my lips and back again. I watched how his mouth moved as he inhaled through it and exhaled through his nose. I saw his smooth skin as I looked across his face to his hair. I slowly reached to grab his hand and place it on the side of my face so he was holding my head. His other hand was wrapped around the back of my waist, coming to rest at my hip. My hands now sat on his chest, tracing over the lettering on his shirt. "Oikawa Tooru, kiss me," I spoke, voice barely above a whisper. Tooru didn't hesitate to pull me in and place his lips on mine, both of us moving together perfectly. After what seemed like an eternity, we both pulled away and rested our foreheads together. "So what's the verdict?" Oikawa asked softly. "Well, it was more than just thoughts. I think it may even be more than a crush." "Well, if you're saying what I think you're saying, then I love you too," he whispered back. "I think you know my mind better than I do." "Well, duh, why else would you like me?" Tooru giggled that damn giggle again. "Oh, shut it," I leaned in to kiss him again. Maybe he wouldn't slow me down on this project after all. It is the reason we finally confessed.

Hope y'all like it, I needed some Oikawa fluff in my life. DOn't forget to suggest. As always, thanks for reading. -Smutty-Senpai

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