#I swear I always make a double take when I see what I'm supposed to translate and my heart just goes crazy with delight

[supernaturalistthings]

Earlier

Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: Dean flirts with another girl to make you jealous.

Warnings: +18 contains smut

You watch from across the bar as Dean shamelessly flirts with the bartender before him. She’s loving it and leaning into every word he says. Your hold on your short glass tightens as Sam mindlessly sips his beer while seated at the table with you. He looks over to you and does a double take then follows your eyes and sighs

“Okay, this is torture” Sam says while tapping his hands on the table

“What?” you snap your head in his direction questioningly

“This..” he gestures his hands at you and Dean, frustrated with the situation before you both. He continues “He's doing this to make you jealous, you know?”

“What?” you say again without taking your eyes off Dean

“He devised this whole plan i wasnt supposed to tell you about …to get your attention… but this is just torture”

“You're lying… trying to be nice” you say, sneaking a quick glance at the younger Winchester trying to get a sense of his sincerity. Ultimately your attention gets laser focused back on the “happy couple”

“I'm not, I swear” he says laughing, putting his hands up in surrender. Truthfully it sounds exactly like something Dean would do, but what was in front of your eyes clouds all sense of rationale or logic. “You know i've always rooted for you guys” he continues

“There's no “you guys”, there’s absolutely nothing between us” you say with an eye roll as you start gathering your jacket and bag from the back of the chair.

“You’re right, this is torture. i’m turning in have a good night sam” he shakes his head and waves you off as you start making your way through the crowded bar. You look back only once at Dean and the bartender and find them in the same exact form they had been previously. She could care less about the aggravated bar patrons looking for drinks and refills, she only wants Dean. He looks over just in time to catch your gaze and his smile falters. You snap your eyes back towards the exit but he continues to watch as you make your way through the bar when the next thing he sees is the exit door closing behind you. He abruptly ends the conversation with the overly flirty bartender and scans the bar looking for his brother. He finally finds Sam who is already waving to get his attention and makes his way over drink in hand.

“You struck out?” Sam says pointing in the direction dean just came from

“I'm not interested” Dean retorts, setting his drink on the table “Where’d she go?” he continues

“Ah you mean the real reason you didn’t take that bartender back to the room? She got sick of your show and went back to the motel” Sam replies, taking a swig of his beer.

Dean's eyes fall to the drink in his hand while contemplating whether or not this will be the night. The night he rushes to your side and confesses how he really feels, how he has felt for a while now. How you’re the only one who can bring him to knees and lift him up at the same time. How he can’t actually be with anyone else without being utterly consumed by the thought of you. All of a sudden The music in this bar seems too loud, too many people are way too drunk, nothing good is on any of the TVs. All of a sudden it seems to be too much for Dean and he realizes this is the night, he can’t take this anymore. He’s yours and he wants you to know it, to give him the chance to have you too.

He says nothing and simply smiles, grabs Sam's shoulder, and laughs and disbelief at what he was about to do. He stands and starts hastily making his way towards the exit and to his car. The engine roars to life and he peels out of the parking lot and starts the short drive to the motel. The rundown and very reasonably priced place enters his vision and he finds a parking spot nearest your room.

He throws open his car door and nearly runs to your room to knock repeatedly, until you answer. You slightly open the door and make eye contact with a smiling and breathless Dean. You immediately groan and go to shut the door in one swift motion, he jams his boot between the door and its frame preventing you from shutting him out.

“Well hello to you too” he says still breathless and with a smile as he shoves himself through the opening and past you so he’s safely in the room and it’s not likely you could force him out

You sigh and shut the door behind you, latching it, and then turn to face the man you had fallen for. Who had no idea. The man you were trying your hardest to stay annoyed at. You cross your arms over your chest and plainly ask

“What are you doing here Dean? You looked plenty occupied last time i saw you”

“I was trying to get under your skin..” he retorts

“Well congratulations Dean. you succeeded. You can get back to whatever or whoever you were doi-“

“Will you stop talking and listen to me? i’m not going anywhere until you do” he interjects leaving you agape. His bluntness has always stirred something inside you. It makes you shift on your feet. You’re nervous for what he’s about to say but still give him a look that grants him permission to continue.

“I've cared about you for a long time…” he says, taking a few steps forward until you're face to face. He continues, “and I'm tired of pretending that I don't… I'm tired of pretending like your laugh isn't my favorite sound, like i don't want to run my hands through your hair everytime you look at me, like you talking to other guys doesnt send me into a damn spiral… and most of all i'm tired of pretending that i want anyone other than you”

You're in shock and silence fills the room. Your arms are now uncrossed and the intense eye contact that's happening right now is making you feel like you could pass out. You don't know if you've ever seen his eyes look this green. You try to muster any of the million thoughts that are racing through your head but the shock has completely taken over your ability to actually speak them. All you can say is

“But earlier..”

“I was just trying to get your attention…” he brushes some hair out of your face, and gathers your face in both hands. He holds you in that moment like you might break. He looks desperately into your eyes for some sort of answer, some future. “I'm sorry..” he continues while leaning in even further so his lips feel like a whisper against yours. All of a sudden you could care less about earlier and can only think of what his lips would feel like moving against yours. You slowly bring your arms up and wrap them around his neck. You're looking deeply into his eyes while he scans your face for any signs of doubt. There isn't any.

You both lean in and seal your lips together. Your mouths move slowly and hesitantly, wanting to savor every second. It feels like you're both breathing for the first time in years, it comes easy to you both, natural even. He pulls back slowly and almost painfully as his eyes flutter open and meet yours.

“I've waited so long..” you say while keeping his gaze. He softly smiles and readjusts his hands on the sides of your face before sealing your lips once again, but this time it's different. This kiss is passionate, possessive even. You're his and he's yours, and he wants you to know that without a doubt. Every single second with his lips on yours reinforces that. His hands travel down to the sides of your waist and he pulls you flush against him. Your hands trail to his broad chest and every touch from him is electrifying your body. You desperately need to feel him, all of him. But you can't help but to think

“Are we moving too fast?...” you say breathlessly between kisses

“Probably…” he whispers back into the kiss “should we stop?” he continues still without breaking the kiss

You pull back in shock and look at him with a smile “absolutely not” His lips turn into a jackpot grin of his own and you both collide again.

HIs hands tighten on your waist and he effortlessly pulls you up to wrap your legs around him. His hands move over your rear to the back of your thighs and without breaking the kiss he walks you over to the bed. He leans himself forward and lays you gently on the bed. He steadies himself over you and says “I've waited for this for so long too” while looking deeply and passionately into your eyes.

You can't help but roll the both of you over so you're straddling him beneath you. You take the sides of his face into your hands and say “You have no idea” before taking your top off over your head, you swear you could have seen literal hearts in his eyes from the way he was looking at you. He relishes this moment and runs his hands up your half naked torso until he reaches the bra clasp on your back. He expertly undoes it and slides your bra off your shoulders he runs his hands over your now bare breasts and starts breathing heavier at the touch. “Even damn better than I'd imagined.”

He leans himself forward and puts a hand on the back of your neck to reconnect your kiss. It only breaks for a second while you pull his shirt over his head. It joins yours on the floor and your hands move down his toned chest to the button on his jeans. At the friction of pulling his zipper down he takes your bottom lip in between his teeth and pulls possessively. Its taking everything within himself to restrain himself from taking you and fucking you dirty. He wants this to be perfect, he never wants you to think about another man but him ever again.

He flips the both of you so once again you’re beneath him and he gazes down at you like you're the only woman on earth. Like you’re a dream that's about to come true. He starts slowly taking your pants off and your panties with them and as soon as he gets them past your ankles he throws them to join the rest of your clothes on the ground. He's staring again but this time you are completely bared in front of him, he can't help himself really. You're way more beautiful than any dream he's had. He stays there for a second and you don't know whether to feel self conscious or not, he notices and softly grabs your thighs.

“You're so beautiful…”. You smile in return and lace your fingers through his. Your hands fit perfectly together. You pull him down onto you and whisper against his lips

“You know this is starting to feel a little unfair” you say as you flick your eyes down to his jeans and then back up to those beautiful green eyes. He smiles brightly and kisses you while bringing one hand to push his jeans and boxers down while you help them the rest of the way down and he kicks them off. Your lips reconnect and you're both smiling into the kiss.

Your hands are all over each other's bodies and you're moving yours down to where he wants you most. He's already fully hard and is shaking at any form of contact. He's big, bigger than you've ever had and this only pools the wetness between your thighs. The room is filled with both of your moans and praises. You're pumping him steadily and he's loving every second. His breathing is starting to get labored when he says

“If i'm not inside you soon this is going to get really embarrassing, really quickly…” It comes out as a whisper against the nape of your neck. You throw your head back in laughter. You can see his cheeks flush as he smiles sheepishly. You kiss him once again and help him align himself with your entrance. He thrusts deeply and it has you gasping into his mouth and clawing at his shoulders. He buries his head into your shoulder and breathes deeply to steady himself.

“Fuck this feels so good” he groans out. He starts moving slowly, all the way out and all the way in. This lasts for a few minutes until he begins fucking you feverishly. He's absolutely ravishing you. It feels euphoric and you can't stop screaming his name while he kisses your neck. You wrap your legs tightly around him and he starts thrusting deeper and harder if that's even possible. He's looking directly into your eyes and moaning over your lips. His hand is running all along your thigh.

“Are you close?” he grunts out

All you can manage is a enthusiastic nod and a string of reassuring moans and pants. You’re hanging onto his shoulders for dear life when you finally feel him spilling out of you which is enough to send you over the edge. You cum hard and fast around him, your walls tightening around his long member.

He kisses you quickly and then pulls back and says

“How could you think I would ever want anyone else other than you?” You both smile simultaneously at his words and you lean up to place a loving kiss on his lips. A kiss that held years of unspoken words and missed conversations and Dean feels it, every syllable.

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[whenrainhitsmyskin]

Five Times Bakugo Katsuki Fell in Love with You

pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader

word count: 7.2k

summary: He doesn’t really know when it first happened, the longing looks in your direction, holding doors open for you, or making sure he attended your shared groups movie nights when he knew you would be there, but he does remember the first day violent butterflies swarmed his gut and attacked him from the inside.

warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, talk about anxiety, hospitalization, emotional vulnerability, so much fluff it’s sickening.

The First Time

During the first semester of their second year at UA, Mr.Aizawa had begun instructing more hand-to-hand combat training exercises. It started with demonstrations from the pros and some lessons, and then finally the real deal, to put their learning into practice. 

Aizawa had put together partner rotations, first starting out with people around the same weight class or height, but as the lessons went on the partners became mismatched so the class could learn how to fight someone smaller and more nimble than them or taller with a longer arm reach.

Today, Bakugo was paired up with Mineta, the small fry of the class. Although he always was very serious and dedicated to hands-on hero training, he couldn’t help but take it easy for the day considering he was way out of his competition's caliber.

And he guesses this also caused him to be more distracted than usual as well, considering he usually never lost focus, but today must be an exception when he can’t keep his eyes away from you and your training partner Kirishima. He turns in your direction as soon as he hears you raise your voice at the red head.

“What the hell are you doing Kirishima?” You ask with your hands on your hips staring at Kirishima, who is sitting on the mat in front of you.

“What do you mean y/n? I’m not doing anything?” He asks.

“Why are you going so easy on me, huh?” You shout, lifting him by the collar of his gym uniform. It’s like watching a bad car crash and not being able to look away. By this time the whole class and Mr.Aizawa had stopped what they were doing to get an understanding of what was going down.

“I swear I'm not man!” Kirishima explains, he looks mildly scared even though he’s a few inches taller and his biceps are probably double the size of your own, “You just got the jump on me.”

“Bullshit Kirishima, hand-to-hand combat is basically your specialty considering your quirk is better in close range.” You let him go with a small push, Bakugo swears he can see steam coming out from your ears, “I saw you beat Midoriya multiple times the other day, and I didn’t win against him once last week, so stop going easy on me, it’s not doing either of us any good.”

He would laugh if he couldn’t see how fucking serious you were, calling out one of your closest friends on his bullshit in front of everyone, even though he’s the nicest person in the class. He’s impressed, although he would never admit that.

“She’s right, Kirishima.” Mr.Aizawa cuts in, “This training is supposed to help everyone improve, so fight her like you would a real opponent. Now everyone get back to work!”

That’s what gets Bakugo to finally snap out of his daze from you and back to sparring.

The Second Time

The class was sent away to different locations to complete the practical part of their midterm for their second year. The goal of the exercise is to retrieve the dummy “civilian” from the pro hero who is acting as the “villain”. Class 2A has been split up into several teams, which is why Bakugo just can’t seem to wrap his head around how he is stuck with the Dunce Face who never fails to irritate him, the Icy-Hot bastard that is constantly getting on his nerves with everything he does and then there's…you, the only one apart of this shitty team he can kind of tolerate.

The “villain” his shitty group was up against is a holder of an animation quirk, who can bring inanimate objects to life. It’s already been proven to be a real pain in the ass considering every bush, rock and flower has been coming at them from every angle.

It’s around 1am and everyone is cold and exhausted, so the group decided to set up camp for the night. Himself, you and Todoroki were resting while Denki was meant to stay on watch, but he abandoned his post in favor of peeing somewhere deeper into the woods, which is when the villain decided to animate nearly every tree surrounding their camp site.

Bakugo woke up to the sounds of rustling and a violent scream from your mouth. The three of you start fighting back. How did nobody notice the trees were being animated? And where the hell is Dunce Face? 

He’s probably taken down about a fourth of them himself by the time he hears Sparky running back behind him.

“What the hell happened?” Denki screams, as he joins in on the fight.

“You weren’t doing your damn job Sparky, that’s what happened!” He berated him. Just before Bakugo was going to take down the next one, he noticed your quirk getting weaker, and you were taking longer to defeat the enemy than you should.

“Take this last one!” Bakugo commanded, in order to make this way over to you. 

“On it!” Denki said from a distance.

Bakugo quickly jumped in front of you and took down the last tree, Denki and Todoroki finished off their own as well.

“That one was mine, asshole.” You say, sounding winded. 

“Yeah, well it looks like ya needed the help.” He responds, and that’s when he finally gets a better look at your injury. 

The sight is absolutely gruesome, there’s a nasty gash in the middle of your thigh that’s definitely going to need stitches and recovery girls help, the blood is dripping down the span of your whole leg and onto the grass.

“Oh my god…” He says, not able to take his eyes off of it. You end up following his line of sight and look down. Your eyes widen when you finally see it.

“Oh shit.” You say, lowering yourself to the ground. He can see tears start to prick your eyes as Todoroki and Denki make their way over to you.

“Everything okay?” Todoroki asks, squatting down next to you, “That doesn’t look good.”

“Yeah, no shit moron!” Bakugo points out.

“Oh my god I can’t look!” Denki says, putting his hands over his mouth, “I’m gonna be sick.”

“Do it somewhere else.” Todoroki says, seemingly disgusted.

“You guys are the absolute worst!” Bakugo says in an aggravated tone, “This is all on you Sparky!”

“Everyone shut up!” You yell, Bakugo can see you trying to work something out in your head, a moment later you finally voice what you’ve come up with, “Denki get me your water bottle and-fuck, Bakugo, I need you to put pressure above the wound, lots of it and Todoroki rip off both of your sleeves.”

Bakugo thinks you seem pretty calm for someone that could potentially bleed out at any moment, given that a major artery could have been hit. He determines it is probably a mix of shock and the adrenaline from the fight.

He lowers himself to the ground and puts both hands above your upper thigh, using lots of pressure like you said to do.

“Fuck, we need to call off the mission and get you to a doctor y/n.” He says, his voice wavering, as Todoroki hands over the torn off sleeves and the water Denki retrieved, who is now standing a few feet away.

“Absolutely not, we are gonna carry on with the mission and pass this final.” You say sternly, grabbing the mask right off of Bakugos head and ripping it. You push his hands off of you and tie the mask tightly around where his hands once were.

“Don’t be so stubborn, we can’t-“ He begins.

“Well fucking deal with it!” You say as you begin pouring water on one of the sleeves, “I’m not going anywhere until we pass, I’ll be fine. Now I need you to clean this thing.”

He gives you a hard look and then does what you say. He pats the wound and tries to clean it out as much as he can. You hiss out in pain and fist the grass underneath your palms, he hears Denki gagging in the back.

“Okay-okay that’s good.” You say, he pulls the cloth away and watches you tie the dry sleeve around the wound, he supposed you must have learned more in that Health and Safety class than he did. 

“Well, what now?” Todoroki asks, awaiting your response.

“We go get that dummy, get the hell out of here and pass the exam.” You state with conviction, he can’t tell if you're trying to trick yourself into believing it, or if you are fully confident. You reach your hand out to Bakugos own, “Now help me up.” 

Bakugo grabs onto the hand you are holding up and swings your arm around his shoulder, trying to relieve you of some of the weight you would normally be using on that leg. The group starts heading to the location where the dummy is supposedly located. Denki and Todoroki are a few feet in front of the two of you, but he can make out the faint sound of their whispers and catches them glancing back a few times.

“Thanks.” You sigh, you sound tired and worn out and he thinks you look slightly pale, but he knows if he even attempts to call off the mission you would probably try strangling him to death.

“You did good.” He says, thoughts slipping out, “You stayed really calm in a high stress situation. It’s…impressive.” There’s a pause filled by only your silence, he’s worried he caught you off guard with such a direct compliment, considering he’s probably never given you one before.

“Yeah, well if I wasn’t going to help myself, who would?” You ask.

“Me, it obviously wouldn’t be either of those two idiots.” He doesn't think the two of you have ever talked this much without other people being involved. He guesses you’re just trying to keep your mind off of your injury, he reasons talking with you in favor of passing this exam.

“You got some of the worst scores in our medical training class because you claimed it wouldn’t be useful to you.” You chuckle, giving him a look, unfortunately for him, he looks back.

You’ve got a small smile gracing your lips, even though you’re probably in an immense amount of pain. But what he really can’t wrap his head around is the fact that you’re smiling at him. Why does he even care?

“Yeah well maybe I’ll brush up on it.” He says, his ears are burning, and his heart is beating faster than it probably should be, considering the fight ended over twenty minutes ago.

The Third Time:

When Mina asked him before dinner if he wanted to watch a movie tonight with their shared friend group, he wasn’t all that interested. He would much rather get to bed at a decent time, wake up early tomorrow and use their one day off to study for Monday's Hero History exam.

“No, I'm not watching another shitty movie.” He says, grabbing his plate of food and sitting down at the common room table, right across from you, a recent development in the class's seating arrangements.

“Oh, come on! They aren’t that bad.” She says, taking a seat next to you, “y/n, movie night, are you down?”

“Yeah of course!” You say, seemingly excited to spend the night with your friends, “As long as Sero doesn’t choose it this time. Are you gonna join us Bakugo?”

He pauses, he can’t remember a time where you directly invited him to something before. He thinks you look sincere, and your question makes it seem like you actually want him to be there. Why does he care if you want him there or not?

“Fine, whatever.” He begrudgingly agrees and continues eating his meal.

“Okay cool.” You say, he notices the smile on your face when you speak.

Meanwhile, Mina's jaw is on the floor when she stares between the two of you, but eventually it turns into a sly smirk.

About an hour after dinner everyone meets in the common room for movie night, he notices that most of the class is there, taking up nearly all the space on the couches, besides the one to the far right where Sero, Mina and Kirishima are sitting. Bakugo sits on the edge closest to the tv, leaving space between him and Mina.

He looks around the room. On the couch across from him is Denki, Jirou, Yaoyorozu, Ojiro and Shoji and on the center couch across the tv is Todoroki, Asui, Uraraka and Deku with an empty space next to him. He notices that you aren’t anywhere in the common room like you were supposed to be.

Almost as soon as Sero starts the movie, he sees you getting out of the elevator with Shinsou, the pair of you are laughing. He sees you’re wearing pajamas, frilly little shorts and a sweatshirt, he thinks it's kind of cute.

The two of you make your way into the common area, still talking and giggling, he doesn’t like it and he is unable to pinpoint why. Shinsou splits off and sits next to Deku and you slot yourself into the seat next to your best friend and him.

“Anything happened yet?” You ask, not really to anyone in particular, but he takes it upon himself to answer.

“No, just started.” He says, watching you grab a blanket from a nearby basket, “You’re late.”

“Yeah, I wanted to get ready for bed so I don’t have to after the movie.” You say. He just grunts in response and brings his attention to the screen. 

Once you get situated in your seat, he realizes just how crammed the small couch is, your legs are brushing against each other and he swears he can feel your breath, causing bumps to arise on his skin.

About halfway through the movie, which consists of sharks coming out of a tornado-seriously, who lets Sero pick the movie every time?-, he feels your body weight shifting on the couch to get comfortable, and your knee ends up hitting the top of his thigh.

“Oops, sorry.” You apologize to him in a whisper, he feels you trying to move away, but are unable to since Mina is right up against you.

“It’s alright.” He says, turning from the tv and looking at you instead, “Don’t mind.” He can see you start to get red in the face.

“Oh…” Is all you manage to let out in response, he gives you a hard look, your face exudes embarrassment, seeing as you are looking everywhere but his direction. He finds it within himself to turn his attention back to the movie, he wishes he could have seen the adorable expression on your face just a little bit longer.

With just a few minutes left of this god-awful movie, he feels your head hit his shoulder, he goes as stiff as a board and his stomach drops at the foreign feeling. He turns his head and see’s you knocked out by tiredness and unfortunately for him, he can also see Mina and Kirishima giggling, he mouths “shut up” to them.

When the movie credits finally start to roll, everyone begins making their way up to their respective rooms. Denki gives him a thumbs up as he walks away, making Bakugo unironically slap his forehead, not knowing what to do about you sleeping on him. 

After the common room is completely cleared out and he looks at the clock and sees how late it is, he finally builds up the courage to wake you up. He pokes you in the forehead to start. All you do is stir a little in your sleep but nestle into him further and get more comfortable. 

“Oh my god.” He says under his breath, “Time to get up.” He shakes his shoulder to move your head and then he tries nudging your own, but still no luck. He realizes you sleep like a fucking rock, and he is probably just going to have to carry you to your bed. He scoops you up in his arms and gets into the elevator. He arrives on the fourth floor where the both of you reside and if he remembers correctly, you are the last room on the girl’s side of the hallway.

He opens the door to your room, and it looks a lot different than what he would have expected. A lamp emits a soft light on the nightstand next to your unmade bed, which has gray sheets and a green blanket, an abundance of live plants sitting on the windowsill, your school books are piled up on your desk and a hanging black punching bag in the corner across from your closet, clothes and other items are hazardously thrown across the span of your floor. He’s surprised at how messy it is, considering how organized your thoughts and ideas are projected.

As soon as he lays you carefully down on your bed you stir awake. Of course, that’s the one thing that will wake you up.

“Bakugo?” You ask and look at your surroundings, “What are you doing in my room?”

“You fell asleep downstairs and nothing I did seemed to wake you, so I carried you.” He says, standing awkwardly at the side of your bed as you sit up and rub your eyes.

“Oh, well thanks.” You say, he takes a look at you, and he thinks you look kind of cute when you're all sleepy, and that's when he sees the long and jagged scar on your leg that was left on you as a result of last semester's final exam. When you finally open your eyes again, you catch him staring it at.

“Yeah, I know, it’s really ugly.” You state, with a pout on your face, you rub your thumb against it, like you're trying to erase the scar.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He says with a confused look on his face when he sees tears form a glassy sheen over your eyes, “Didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s fine.” You say in a tone colder than he has ever heard you use. He can’t wrap his head around on why you’re so upset about the once damaged skin that is now healing on you. Had he done something else to offend you? Did his staring make you insecure about your skin? He racks his brain, trying to come up with something, anything, that could possibly help make you feel better.

“It’s just skin.” He tells you how it is, he doesn't know why he felt the need and desire to say something, “All scars are just skin.” He finally looks at your face and you look like he just rewrote the stars for you, with just a few short words. You look back down at your leg, seemingly in a different light.

“Yeah, just skin.” You repeat him.

“Right. Goodnight y/n.” He says, before going to exit your room. He closes the door behind him and lets out a deep breath. He touches his pulse, its fucking racing, his skin feels like its buzzing.

The Fourth Time:

The third year at UA for the hero course students consists more of hands-on experience through their work studies, rather than being in the classroom. Because of this it’s rare for the class to be there all together, when everyone is out doing their own things for their respective agencies.

Today, Bakugo, Midoriya and Todoroki were called into Endeavours agency for a meeting on an upcoming mission. The first person Bakugo notices when he walks into the conference room is you, to his surprise, seated next to Miriko, who you do your work study with. After him, Deku and Todoroki walk in and the door closes behind him, you take a glance over your shoulder and your eyes meet his own. You give him a smile and a short wave.

His face feels hot, and his neck is sweating, he pulls at the constricting collar of his school uniform, in an attempt to keep it from sticking to him. How is it that even the smallest of friendly gestures you make towards him has him feeling this pathetic?

He sees Deku pulling out the chair next to you to sit down, but before he can, Todoroki grabs him by the shoulders and moves him to the next seat over, causing Bakugo to sit next to you. He thinks the act is strange, but Icy-Hot is one of the strangest people he has ever met, so it adds up.

When Bakugo sits down next to you, he can see you looking at him from the corner of his eye, he fidgets with his thumbs under the table, he blames it on nerves for the upcoming mission and not the attention you have on him.

The plans for tomorrow's mission are all drawn out and prepared to be executed. The Pro’s take their leave in a hurry due to their busy schedules and Deku and Todoroki booked it out of there suspiciously fast as well. He stands up from his seat and notices that you are also.

“I was surprised when Miriko told me we were meeting at Endeavors Agency today,” You say to him, “I never thought we would be paired up for a mission together.”

“It’s weird they have such an uneven ratio of pros to students, makes me think this is going to be an easy one.” He responds. He reaches the door handle and before he can even think about it, he holds it open for you to go through first. He mentally slaps his forehead, for such an obvious gesture by his standards.

“Yeah, I really hope so.” You say with a smile on your face.

The next day rolls around, and the mission is finally a-go. Bakugo and you have been stationed on the roof of another building to stake out the old manufacturing warehouse where there have been reports of illegal drug and weapon distribution. 

They haven't been given any details on how many villains there are or what kind of quirks they have, so the mission needs to be treated with caution, hence the stake out, that has been going on for nearly two hours to see when the van's leave. That time mainly consisted of small talk between the two of you and building a strategy.

The first sign of movement is the back door opening up, three people with cargo loading up three different vans. He eyes you touching your earpiece.

“Miriko, they are loading up the vans with the contraband, what's the move? Do we stop them from taking off?” You ask for command.

“Negative, let them get far enough away where they can’t receive backup, but not too far where they will reach a heavily populated area.” She responds, her voice is a little staticky, but just clear enough to make out.

The pair of you turn towards one another and give each other a nod. Once the vans depart the two of you are off, jumping from building to building, to keep up with them, Bakugo takes a second to look back and sees the other teams heading into the building.

“I’ll get the one in front and you take the last one, ready!” He pauses, “Now!”

The both of you land on two separate vans, Bakugo kicks the front windshield open and throws the villain out the car door, he grabs onto the wheel, slams on the brakes and puts it in park, causing the vehicle to come to an abrupt halt. He gets out, pins the villain to the ground and restrains him with quirk prohibiting handcuffs. 

He turns around and sees the van you were assigned to has been flipped over onto its side, and you are fighting the villain that was in the middle van, you’re putting up a good fight, but that doesn't discourage him from running over to assist you. The two of you start tag-teaming him, but its nearly fucking impossible to get a good hit because his body keeps disappearing and reappearing right before his eyes.

He hears the sound of metal being split in half behind the two of you, so he takes a look in the direction he hears it coming from. He sees a villain holding some type of hand-held machine pointed directly at you. The villain presses a button and all of a sudden, his feet are taking him in your direction, and he ends up on the other side of an extremely powerful blast of air. 

It has him skidding down the road a few meters, throwing his body against the concrete. His ears are ringing, and his vision is blurry, he feels like he can’t breathe. He can just barely make out the sound of your voice and your blurry figure taking down and detaining the other two villains. And then you're rushing over to him. You fall on the ground, press on your earpiece and scream to whoever may be listening on the other end of it, it sounds like he’s under water. 

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Bakugo.” You put his head on your lap, you brush back his hair with one hand and put the other on the left side of his chest. You start crying, tears fall onto his skin, he feels your hands shaking, “You shouldn’t have done that for me, what-what were you thinking?”

He tries sitting up to get a better look at you, but his chest and ribs ache so bad he’s unable to, he hisses in pain and gives up. Instead, he says your name and covers the hand that’s on his chest with his own.

“It’s like holding a door open for ya, didn’t even have to give it a thought.” He says, and before you can even process his words or give him some words in return, exhaustion finally takes over him and everything fades out.

The next thing he knows, he’s stirring awake to an irritating beeping sound in the most uncomfortable bed he has ever had the displeasure of laying on. The air smells sterile and that’s how he concludes the beeping is probably coming from a heart monitor and he is currently laying in a hospital bed. The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is Icy-Hot, who is standing at the foot of his bed and squinting at him.

“Guys he’s awake.” Todoroki alerts the others in the room. Bakugo tries finding his voice, but his throat is too dry and they won’t come out.

“Oh good!” Midoriya says, sitting up from the chair against the wall, “How are you feeling Kacchan?”

He points to the water bottle on the bedside table, Deku hands it to him, he takes a large sip, then two, then three and next thing he knows the whole thing is gone.

“M’fine, how did the rest of the mission play out?” He asks, more concerned for the villain's arrest than his own physical being.

“It went well, we arrested the villains inside of the warehouse and thanks to you and y/n, a good portion of the drugs and weapons never got distributed!” Midoriya chimes, and that's when he sees you over Todoroki’s left shoulder, looking out the window. Your eyes are a little red and your face is puffy, he wonders how long you had been crying for.

“Hey Midoriya, you and I should probably go find the doctor.” Todoroki says.

“Oh okay sure.” Deku responds. They make their exit out of the room and the door closes behind them. Bakugo sits up on the bed and leans against the frame. You still haven’t looked or said anything to him, which is weird because anytime one of your classmates gets injured you always rush to their aid and attempt to comfort them.

“Well, it seems like the mission went accordingly.” His pathetic attempt at making some kind of small talk with a little more substance. All you do is scoff at his words. “The mission is over, we won, what’s wrong with ya?” “Really, what’s wrong with me? The hell is your problem, Bakugo?” You ask, that’s all it takes for you to finally look his way, even though you are kind of half-yelling at him, that's all he really wanted.

“I am just fine y/n, you're the one that’s sulking right now.” He fights back because he thinks it’s what you need right now. The only way most people can get you to reveal your true feelings is by getting you fired up.

“I’m not sulking!” You move to the side of his bed and start talking with your hands like you always do when you’re passionate about something, “You’re the one that nearly got themself killed out in the field today.”

“What, so you're mad I took a hit? So, what, it happens all the time, get over it.” He says with a roll of his eyes.

“No-no, that's not, that's not what I’m talking about Bakugo.” You say, awaiting a response from him. All he does is shrug his shoulders, when you realize you aren't getting a proper response you continue, “You-you took the hit for me, why would you put yourself in danger like that?” He sees your eyes start to water, but no tears fall. They sit there at the brim of your waterline ready to release everything pent up inside. He supposes his heart sort of feels the same way. Ready to unleash every emotion that has been stored up inside for so long, yet there is still something holding it back. Maybe he’s embarrassed or thinks it’s unnecessary, which is probably how you are feeling about releasing your tears at this moment.

“Cause I didn’t want you to get hurt, dumbass. You wouldn’t have been able to brace for the impact, but I was because I knew it was gonna happen, it would have hurt you worse than me.” He says, but what he really means is that it was because he cares more about your comfort and safety than his own. He sees you mulling over his words, processing everyone individually and trying to interpret exactly what he means.

“Fine, I can accept that. I have a question for you though, what did you mean when you said-” You are abruptly cut off to the sound of the door opening. The doctor, Deku and Icy-Hot walk in, much to Bakugos displeasure.

“Glad to see you are up Bakugo!” The doctor says, flipping through his papers attached to the clipboard he’s holding, “Your parents are on their way, but before they get here, I want to run some additional testing. You three should probably head back to UA, Bakugo is likely to return by tomorrow morning if all is well.”

The doctor ushers the three of you to the door, he watches you cross the room and get ready to close the door behind you, but before you do, you give him a small smile, the tears at your waterline are gone.

The Fifth Time:

As a last hurrah before the school year comes to an end, class 3-A decided to go on a camping trip for a three-day getaway. The class started by loading all their supplies off the charter bus and completed their three-mile hike to the camping ground they rented out. Everyone stayed busy until the early afternoon setting up their tents, getting logs for the fire pit, finding the bathhouse and scoping out the nearby lake.

When everyone was just about to get settled in, Mr.Aizawa reminded everyone that UA was only able to grant this excursion because he promised the class would be doing some endurance training while they were there. So, the class was ordered to go on a run on one of the trails. Little did they know it was by far the longest one there and it took them until the sun was about to start setting to complete. 

“Good job everyone, now head to the showers you all reek,” Mr.Aizawa says, covering his nose slightly, “Once you're all done everyone will help with dinner preparations.” 

Once the class is dismissed and everyone takes turns cleaning up, Iida takes it upon himself to assign everyone jobs, so the preparations go smoothly.

“Shoji, Koda and Tokoyami you will be in charge of setting the tables, Sato, Tsu, Kirishima and Bakugo are on grilling duty and y/n, Hagakure, Todoroki and I will be doing food preparation!” Iida announces, Bakugo eyes Todoroki and him talking with one another, “Actually I'll have Todoroki and Bakugo switch places, in the name of efficiency! Everyone else is in charge of setting up the campfire.” Bakugo walks over to his assigned station and sees you and Hagakure unloading the groceries onto the pop-up table, he slots himself in the space to the left of you and takes an extra bag from your hands. He pulls out a few eggplants, zucchini and shishito peppers.

“Well, what do we start with?” He asks, not really to anyone in particular.

“I was thinking that Hagakure could rinse off the vegetables while I scrub them and then you can chop and then you hand them to Iida so he can season them.” You say.

“That sounds like a very efficient plan y/n.” Iida praises you; Bakugo can’t tell if you're blushing at Glasses, or if it's just the sun, he’s hoping it's the latter.

When the four of you begin, Hagakure, you and Iida begin easy conversation, he finds himself unable to partake in most of it because every time you pass him another vegetable your fingertips brush is own. It has his brain short-circuiting and he’s unable to comprehend what exactly is being talked about, which is proven to be problematic when you ask him a question that he doesn’t know the context to.

“Bakugo, are you gonna join?” You ask him, he can tell you’re looking at him, waiting for an answer, but he just keeps his focus on chopping.

“Join what?” He responds.

“We're all gonna hang out by the lake tomorrow!” Hagakure says excitedly, “Were you seriously not listening that whole time?” 

“Yeah whatever, I’ll be there.” He responds.

“Good, I'm glad.” He hears you say almost in a whisper. He pauses his movements and takes a look at you, your face is beat red, and he thinks your hands look a little shaky, but then he realizes his are too and he tightens his grip on the knife. 

Once dinner is done and the sun has fallen, everyone gathers around the campfire to roast marshmallows and hang out. By this point there’s multiple conversations happening and it’s all a little difficult to keep track of, besides the one he sees you and Shinsou having.

You’re leaning closer to him in your seat and then Shinsou says something you find particularly funny, it has your shoulders jolting, eyes watering and a big smile on your face. He hates it. Not because you are smiling, but the fact that it’s because of someone else and not him that he finds an issue with it. He needs it to stop, or he might go crazy, so he walks over to your seat.

“Come get more firewood with me.” Is all he says before he’s walking away, he hears you following behind him almost immediately, “You and Shinsou seem awfully close.”

“Uh yeah I guess so?” You sound estranged, “I mean we are friends.”

 All he does is grunt in response as he begins cutting some firewood. He can feel the jealousy radiating off himself, he hopes you can’t. When he hands you a piece of wood you speak up again.

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t care.”

“Well then why did you ask?”

“Why are you reading so far into this, huh?” He fights back, “I don’t care if you two are together, it was just a statement. Now get over it.”

He sees your entire demeanor has changed. Your shoulders have slumped, your face has fallen, and you have turned away from him. You look like he’s just killed your dog. He goes back to cutting firewood and once you have gathered all you can carry, you storm off, back to the fire pit he supposes. When he gets there a few minutes after you, he sees you aren’t there, and neither is Mina.

“Bakugo, what happened?” Todoroki asks him.

“Nothin’ happened; the hell are you talkin’ about.” He says back, with a little bite to his words. 

“She came back without you, so Mina asked where you were, and y/n just walked away. She looked pretty upset.” Todoroki responds. Bakugo’s heart drops to the pit of his stomach, did his words really affect you this much?

“Like I care.” His words betray his heart, “I’m going to bed.”

He unzips the tent and crawls into his sleeping bag. Unfortunately for him it’s a restless night, filled with tossing and turning, and feeling regretful for his heart fleeing so far.

The next afternoon, the entire class spends the day hanging out by the lake. Some of the class is playing beach volleyball, a few people are swimming, some others are tanning on the sand and then there's you, making a point of talking to every guy in the class besides him. 

He pretends not to notice the way you laugh at nearly everything Denki says to you, he ignores the fact that you asked Ojiro to help you get some more towels for the rest of the class, he tries to forget the hug you gave Sero after he scored the winning point in the volleyball match.

However, the one thing he cannot get over is that he knows you are doing all of this because of him, it’s his own fault, he thinks the torture is deserving. But what he doesn’t deserve is that you look so good hurting him. The sun brings out the color in your cheeks, the bikini top and shorts you are wearing compliments your skin and you look happy, being around everyone other than him. 

The rest of the day is spent in agony, and it follows him even when his head hits the pillow. He can't stop thinking, his thoughts are running rampant. So, he sneaks out of the tent, trying not to wake up Kirishima and walks over to the dock. He sits down and takes a deep breath. He looks at where the darkness of the sky and the lake meet. It isn’t hard to see because of the soft glow the moon is casting overhead.

He is left there, sitting with his thoughts, trying to find some sort of solace when he hears the creaking wooden floorboards behind him. He probably woke Kirishima in the process of leaving, and he knows the red head is too good of a friend to not go searching for him.

“Hey.” He hears, but it’s coming from a voice much to feminine to be Kirishimas, he sees you lowering yourself to sit next to him, your feet are dangling above the water, and you lean back on the palms of your hands, “What are you doing out here?” “Nothin’.” He sighs, he doesn’t have the heart to say why. All you do is hum in response and look out at the lake with him. Just for a second there’s a comforting silence between the two of you, but it is soon disrupted when his chest starts feeling tight and violent butterflies swarm his gut. 

His heart rate is picking up and he’s starting to sweat, but he knows the sun isn’t to blame this time. It's you. The only one capable of making him feel like this. It’s intense and anxiety inducing, and he can’t imagine there will ever be a day where this goes away. He needs to get rid of it, so he thinks a swift confession and quick rejection will be the remedy.

“y/n.” He starts with your name, easy and familiar, the sound draws your eyes to his own, “I’m gonna tell you something and-and it’s okay if you don’t say what I want to hear or if you have nothing to say at all.” 

Your eyes go wide, and he gives you a hard look, he lets out a deep breath and finally unravels is heart like he has been wanting to do for so long now

“I don’t know how or when it started, but every time I see you, I want to see you more. I like seeing you smile, but I really like it when it’s because of me. Your determined, smart and so fucking pretty that even a complete idiot could see it.” He lets out a deep breath and his eyes are covered with a glassy sheen, all you do is look at him, “And I know you don’t feel the same, but I needed to say it so you can put an end to this feeling that I have every time I'm around you.”

“Bakugo…” You say his name and the corners of your lips are turning up, “You actually feel that way about me? This isn’t a joke?”

“Why the hell would I joke about this?” He scoffs, turning away from you and back towards the lake.

“I don’t know. Maybe, maybe it's because I feel the same way and always thought it was unrequited.” You say, and that gets him to look at you again, he’s really hoping this isn’t some sick joke, “I think you're really nice. You always hold the door open for me, you took a hit for me on our mission, and you-you once told me something I really needed to hear, and it changed my perspective on so many things. You make me feel valued.”

He thinks of those examples, he remembers all of them so clearly. He never had to think about doing anything for you, it’s automatic, he likes making you happy. So, when he grabs your face with his hands and brings the pair of your lips together, he also hopes this makes you happy. 

Your lips are soft and plush, unmoving. He is testing out the waters between both of your feelings now, trying to mend them together with one simple act. He pulls away. Your face is still being held in his hands, and yours are on his wrists. He looks at your expression and you are fully smiling, all because of him, his heart swells in his chest.

The feeling he now describes as butterflies in his gut never ceases, but he learns to like it because he is with you, and he now knows you feel like that when you are with him as well. 

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a/n: I am so sorry for the delay on getting this fic released, I expected it to be a lot shorter and I got so busy I just couldn’t find the time for it. However, I hope you enjoyed this read ! 

sidenote: I also head cannon this to be an alternate universe to my fic Only Ones Who Know.

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HIHIHI IDK IF URE STILL TAKIJG REQUEST BUT IF U ARE, ATUSHI,DAZAI AND RANPO MAKING READER CRY? (gender neutral or fem is great if that’s okayyy) TAKE CARE 😘💞💓 make sure ure eating drinking sleeping and all that jazz 🫶🫶

featuring: atsushi; dazai; ranpo (separately tw: mild descriptions of violence/injury in atsushi's part, crying, dazai typical suicide jokes/discussion of them in his part, "angel" as a pet name, swearing (from me) type: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort pronouns used: none (no use of "belladonna") (dazai flirts with another woman but god dammit that man is BISEXUAL. reader is gn) a/n: YIPPEEE THREE OF MY BEST BOYS!! and tysm im actually coming down with some kindof sickness my dad has covid so i hope its. not that LMAO but thank you <333 i'm going to bed after i write this!

under the cut for length <3 i may have gotten a LITTLE carried away with dazai DHAGHDG

ATSUSHI

is it even possible for this dude to make you cry, genuinely? he's such a caring boyfriend that he second guesses just about everything he says in case it could somehow offend you

it's partially adorable and partially annoying

so, him hurting you is pretty much out of the question. so how the hell does this sweetheart end up making you cry??

by getting hurt

he gets beaten within an inch of his life in yet another accidental run-in with akutagawa, and you have to drag him out of that situation as fast as you can, carrying him all the way to the ada

kunikida opens the door, notices your tear-stained face first and then atsushi's limp body flung over your shoulder, and calls for yosano immediately. she arrives in under three seconds, scooping him up and rushing him to her infirmary.

and now, all you can do is wait

hours after the incident, after yosano informs everyone that he'll most likely pull through, you try to get some work done. but with your boyfriend having just nearly been killed, it's pretty much impossible.

ranpo is so worried about how distressed you look that he offers you a pocky stick. you accept it and eat it, but it doesn't taste like anything.

your thanks is half-hearted.

you're sitting there in front of your google doc, eyes tired and red from sobbing earlier. there are three words written on what's supposed to be an incident report. kunikida sighs, pats you on the back, and takes your laptop away from you, telling you he'll take care of it.

that's when yosano gently re-enters the main room, calling you over

atsushi is sitting upright in bed, eyes misty. as soon as he sees you, he tries to sit up even more. yosano snaps at him.

the thing you want to do more than anything is jump into his arms and cry into his chest, but you don't want to risk hurting him even more. so, instead, you opt to gently sit on the edge of his bed and wrap your arms around him.

both of you start crying again, and atsushi promises he'll be more careful next time.

DAZAI

oh good lord . what did he do this time

jokingly flirting with yet another woman and asking if she'll do a double suicide with him again? yeah, that'll do it.

as always, his newest mark turns him down, skittering away as quickly as possible. you don't blame her.

"how come you keep asking people to commit suicide with you?"

"hm?" he doesn't seem to understand, flashing you that head-empty smile. he's completely enamored with you, you can tell, but then... why is he still up to his stupid habits?

"i mean, you're with me now. are you still really looking for someone to die with you?"

"well, you keep saying no, so what am i supposed to do~?"

it's a joke, you can tell. it's always a joke, except when it isn't, and with dazai, really, who can tell?

you don't want him to run off and end his life with some lady he met fifteen minutes ago. and they all reject him anyway, but what if, one day, one of them doesn't? would he be caught off guard and admit he was teasing? or would he not even miss a beat and actually go through with it?

the thought of him just leaving you without warning is so distressing, your eyes start to tear up. you thought you were done with this.

immediately, dazai notices. his eyebrows furrow and his expression immediately sobers.

"hey, angel, what's wrong?"

through tears, you have to explain everything to him. how much he means to you, and how little you feel that it seems that he could throw you and the rest of his life away at the drop of a hat. how you can never tell if he's joking, if he means it, if he's teasing. how much you just want him to stay with you and never leave.

he's taken aback. for a fraction of a second, dazai's eyes widen and he's left at a complete loss for words.

of course, as always, he regains his composure almost immediately, pulling you in as close as he can to his chest and rubbing circles into your back.

"i thought you knew you meant too much to me for me to do that," he murmurs, his voice as low and soothing as he can muster. "i'm so sorry, i didn't realize how much this was bothering you. i won't do it anymore, i promise. and you never have to worry about me leaving you like that. i can't just throw all this away! you're everything."

and he holds you like that for as long as you need before taking you back home.

RANPO

this man and his fucking candy i swear to god

it's always a bargain with him. you want a kiss? okay, but you owe him a lollipop. hugs? while he's working? you'd better have a cookie ready.

honestly, it's almost as if he's doing it just for you. like he doesn't love the affection just as much as you do, if not even more

ranpo enters every request of him with the mindset of it being a trade. instead of both of you receiving a kiss, it's your request, so he deserves something in return.

it's stupid is what it is (in a complete contrast to ranpo himself)

"i'm not giving you a lollipop, ranpo. you either get a hug, or you don't."

"fine, i guess i don't then. suit yourself." he spins his chair back around and gets back to typing, making a point of only using his index fingers to go as slowly as possible

"this is stupid, ranpo."

he swivels back around, his eyes open and giving you one of the most piercing expressions you've seen from him thus far.

"stupid? it's not stupid, it's just the way i do things. if you want a hug so bad, go to kunikida for all i care. besides, you should know better. if my own way sounds stupid to you, that means you're the dumb one. i'm just taking advantage of an opportunity; nobody said you had to get all fussy about it. just get back to work and leave me alone."

it stings! i mean, this is your boyfriend, who, despite being selfish at times, is usually one of the sweetest and most caring people you've met. just because of a lollipop? and you're the stupid one?

you feel like crying.

oh. you are crying?

you hadn't even noticed, and you weren't even sure why - this type of thing was usually something you should be able to suck up and give ranpo the silent treatment about.

but you're crying?

ranpo notices from the corner of his eye, and immediately feels insanely guilty

so of course he makes a show out of it.

"wait! there's something wrong! something doesn't add up!"

he stands up on his chair, procuring his glasses from his pocket and flashily but delicately placing them on his face.

"my lovely partner is crying! which can only mean one thing. it seems... in this singular, incredibly improbable situation... i, the world's greatest detective.... am wrong!"

he drops back down to sit cross legged on his chair again, puting his glasses back into his pocket.

"i'm really sorry, i didn't think this would upset you so much. i'll give you as many hugs as you want from now on."

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End Game #2 (volleyball captain!gojo x you)

summary: you sneak out to play volleyball.

word count: 1.5k

cw/tags: mild language, jjk volleyball au, misunderstandings, a little angst but nothing too bad, commitment issues lol, subtle pining !!!!

note: ok part 2 because this au has given me motivation again. also i don't know if i should make the rest of the team the second-gen jjk sorcerers (yuuji, megumi, nobara, inumaki, etc) so if you have any thoughts on that lmk. i'm thinking yes make them part of the team but that'd negate their age gap so as long as that's fine i think it'll work. anyways hope you enjoy!!

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated <3

A knocking on your window jolts you from your daze as you stare blankly at the unfinished document in front of you. It was only supposed to take two hours, you told yourself, but those two hours had doubled as you kept rewriting and re-wording every sentence you typed. Squeezing your eyes shut, you rest your face in your hands and pray for the teacher to postpone the due date. 

More insistent knocking draws your attention again, despite willfully ignoring it the first time. You lean back in your chair and groan, waiting for him to become impatient and start his Shakespearean monologuing. 

“Are you going to make me sit out here in the cold? In the dead of night? How cruel is this earthly plane–” You slide the window open, meeting Satoru’s eyes with a tired stare, and his voice catches in his throat. “Wow," he manages. “You look like shit.” You blink once, twice, a hand leaning on the window frame and the other on your hip. 

“What are you doing here, Satoru?” 

The mouth turns into a sly grin. “I need a partner.”

It’s late, and you’re unfazed. “I have a boyfriend.”

“That’s not what I mean, wait…what?” You laugh at the genuine confusion that paints his face, turning back into your room to grab your shoes. He slides through the window easily like he’d done a million times before, landing softly on the carpet and leaning back against the ledge. Poorly masked concern leaks into his voice and you smirk. “Since when were you seeing someone?” 

“Since never, Satoru. I already have my hands full dealing with you and your team; a relationship would essentially be another item on my schedule.” You slip on mismatched socks and some worn-out sneakers, shutting your laptop with a scowl. The essay would have to wait until you were done taking out your frustration on a volleyball. He watches you intently, blue eyes glowing in the moonlight. You’d known Satoru for years, but you always found that it was most challenging to read his emotions at night. It was like certain emotions were nocturnal. By day, Satoru was the goofiest person you knew; by night, you sometimes caught him staring at you in ways you knew he didn’t look at anyone else. You pushed whatever motives he may have into the back of your mind, dismissing his nightly flirtations the same way you ignored the daytime ones. 

You stand in front of him expectantly with your hands on your hips, and he peers up at you, eyes twinkling like the stars. “Shall we?” His fake chivalry makes the corner of your mouth turn up. 

“We need a ball first, Satoru.” You maneuver through your window after him, allowing him to briefly place his hands on your hips as you jump down from the ledge. His hands linger on your body for a moment before his senses come back. 

“I left it in your yard.” 

Your mouth drops in disbelief. “In the flowerbed?” You’re both whisper-yelling in front of your house, and you hope none of the neighbors decided to take a late-night stroll. 

He puts his hands up in surrender, shrugging as you turn on your phone flashlight to find the ball. “There was nowhere else to put it!” 

“I swear if you crushed those pink asters that I’ve been–”

“That you’ve been tending for years, I know.” You shoot him a glare over your shoulder as you bend over, fishing out the ball among the dark foliage. “You should grow red asters.” 

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion, Satoru,” you quip, tossing him the ball and running a hand over the petals to ensure they weren’t damaged too badly.  

He takes your spunk in stride, falling into step next to you. “I think they’re pretty. D’you know they’re supposed to symbolize devotion?” 

Your body runs on autopilot, crossing neighborhood sidewalks with Satoru at your side as you head toward the small park a few blocks from your house. He spins the ball on a slender finger absentmindedly as you walk. He continues his attempts to convince you to plant red asters the entire way to the park, even after you’ve taken your regular position across from him near the playground. “I’ll think about it, okay? Will you stop telling me how to garden now?”

“I wasn’t telling you to do anything; I was just suggesting it.” He throws you the ball, underhanded, and your arms move together mechanically to bump it back to him. 

“Yeah, just like you were suggesting that I call you captain earlier today.” Nimble fingers set it gracefully back to you, and you almost miss spiking the ball watching it arch in the air. 

He receives it easily, bumping it back. “I still don’t understand why you refuse.”

“Because I’m not one of your players, Satoru. I’m outside of the game. I make sure you all have water bottles and stuff.” Set. 

“You’re still just as much part of the team as anyone else is.” Spike. 

“Agree to disagree, then.” Bump. 

There was a separate reason as to why you didn’t want to call him captain, one that you would take to your grave. It was a line, you considered it, just like acknowledging his flirting. If you crossed that line, you were truly integrated into the team, truly connected to Satoru. You were the team’s manager, still separate from the rest of the players. As nice as it was to have somewhere to go after school besides your house, it was just as nice having a foot in the door just in case things suddenly went south. It was how you were, and you weren’t in the mood to verbalize your commitment issues with the one guy who’d probably tease you the most about it. 

Satoru’s face is unreadable again as he sets the ball, but you could see the gears turning in his head. “Are we still having that practice match with Kyoto next week?” 

Of all the things he would ask you, you didn’t think it would be practice-related. “As far as I’m aware, yeah. They offered to buy dinner if we won, by the way.” Spike. 

“Does that mean we have to pay for their food if we lose?” Bump. 

“Probably.” Set. 

“Then, no. Definitely not.” Spike. 

“Why?” You stick your tongue out teasingly. “Got plans?” Bump. 

“No, not yet at least.” Set. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Spike. 

Bump. He shrugs nonchalantly, running a hand through his moonlit hair that you knew he only did when he was nervous. “Was thinking about asking someone out after the match.”

Set. “Oh.” The surprise moves past your lips before you can stop it, and you kick yourself mentally for feeling a bit of disappointment at his plans. You tended to get dinner with Satoru after practice matches, always some shitty fast food place where he talked about how much the other team sucked as he wolfed down three burgers. Sometimes Suguru or Shoko or Nanami would join you, but the one constant after hosting rival teams was dinner with Satoru. His intentions bothered you deep in your chest, but you couldn’t figure out why. 

Spike. “Yeah.” A layer of awkwardness settles between you two that you’d never felt before. It wasn’t that you were distressed that he was gonna ask someone on a date; your body just felt physically unable to create words. 

Bump. “Well, have fun with that then.” You fight to keep your voice even, eyes on the ball to look away from Satoru’s piercing stare. He was trying to read you, and you weren’t going to let him. 

Set. “Aren’t you going to ask me who they are?”

Spike, a hard spike. The ball speeds toward Satoru faster than he expects it, forcing him to catch it instead of sending it back toward you. “No, Satoru. Unlike the rest of the country’s population, I really couldn’t give two shits about who you decide is worthy of your attention.” The words fall from your mouth with more venom than you intend, and you bite down on your bottom lip guiltily. “I’m sorry. It’s late.” 

He watches you again, mysterious eyes analyzing your thoughts like a science experiment. “Yeah, it’s alright. It’s my fault, anyway, making you come out this time of night.” He smiles one of those make-everything-better smiles, and you feel a little lighter that he wasn’t too angry. “I’ll take you home.” 

Several minutes that felt like hours later, you’re back in your room as Satoru sits on the windowsill again, about to leave. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’m gonna ask them to dinner.” 

“Really? Why not?”

With his back to you, you had no idea what his expression was. You didn’t know if he was angry with you, but something in his voice told you he was hiding something. 

“Just doesn’t seem like the right time.” Before you could formulate a response, the old Satoru is back in a snap, tilting his head toward you playfully. “But, hey. You never know. Maybe someday I’ll get the balls to ask them,” he murmurs before he disappears, leaping down from your window into the night. 

You can’t tell if you’re relieved or disappointed that he wasn’t going to ask out that mystery person.

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Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Genre: Spy AU, angst, fluff, rivals-to-lovers.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, mentions of sex/drugs/death, violence. (currently not proofread)

Word Count: 9,848

Summary: He's your target, but you love him.

A/N: As per usual, the ending is shitty cause I can't make good ones for the life of me. I did like writing this even if it doesn't make sense much. Good reading!

Coming back from another day at work, you walked into your friend's house without knocking, joining in for his birthday party. You had rushed to change clothes beforehand, almost not able to make it in time. In fact, you had forgotten it was his surprise party. Thankfully, his mother had called you as reminder. You were working when you received her call, trying to act normal and hide the sirens sounds in the background.

Not many people knew of your career. For those who did know, they learnt about it by catching you on the field, leaving you no choice but to tell them. Jeongin was one of them, so you knew he wouldn't be mad if you couldn't make it for his birthday. He had caught you in a disguise, unsure on why you were dressed like a hooker in a bar. You, as yourself, were not the kind to go out clubbing, even less wearing this type of clothing. He had called you the following day, full of questions. He had always been a good trustworthy friend, so you told him. However, his friends didn't know and it would be a hassle to try to find an excuse to miss out on his birthday, especially since you have always been so close to the man.

You had landed the job unexpectedly, when a woman had knocked on your door one night. She introduced herself as B, short for boss, and explained to you how she had watched you during your gymnastics competition, theatre days at school, and your taekwondo classes. Although it had creeped you out the fact she was almost stalking you, her offer to work with them was one hell of an opportunity. The pay was good, and there was a level of recognition and respect that you loved. The competition among the other agents was also a bonus, since you always had a competitive side. Needless to say it didn't take you long for you to accept.

Four years later, here you were, living a double life, and out of breath as you burst into Jeongin's house. His mother watched you join them in concern, but you gave her a reassuring smile. You checked your watch, seeing that there was still five minutes left until Jeongin was supposed to finish work. You internally high-fived yourself for your efficiency, and walked to Jeongin's group of friends. You weren't necessarily friends with them, but you got along just fine. Anyway, you had avoided making friends for the last few years in order to avoid spilling out your secret to the wrong people.

So far, Hyunjin was the one you got along with the most. His calm nature and his sweet behaviour matched yours perfectly. It wouldn't be a lie if you said you were sad to not be able to consider him as a close friend. So when you saw him talking with Chan, you were more than happy to join into the conversation.

"Hey, guys!" you smiled to them. "Did I miss out much?"

Chan shook his head as he took a sip from his water bottle. "We just got here with the cake."

"I thought you weren't coming." Hyunjin said in a surprised tone. "I'm glad you are here."

"I would have never missed out on a party! Even less Jeongin's birthday."

Almost on cue, you heard a car coming in the parking lot. His mother shushed the crowd as she hurried her husband to turn off the lights. Jeongin was still in his work clothes when he got out of car to head towards his house. As soon as the door opened, his father turned the lights back on and everyone yelled out an 'happy birthday". Jeongin, visibly shocked, took in what was happening in front of his eyes. He smiled widely while saying 'hi' to everyone, grateful for the thought. When he came to you, he hugged you tightly as whispered something in your ear.

"I thought you had a big mission, I'm happy you're here."

"I managed to finish it early." you replied back as you pulled away from him. "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything, though. I promise I'll buy you a little something this week."

"No, no!" he said. "You being here is enough."

He moved on from you, greeting his other relatives by thanking them for coming. You let him be and sticked with Chan and Hyunjin. The latter offered you a drink, which you happily took, and offered you a seat next to him.

"How have you been?" he asked, making the conversation.

"Pretty well. Work has put a lot of pressure on me these days, but I'm content " you answered briefly.

"Yeah, Jeongin told me you've been very busy. You should take a break, you know? I've only known you as the workaholic you are."

I wish.

"I really can't, we have big deadlines and they can't be postponed." you explained, which was kind of true.

"I get you." Chan said with a sigh. "My job is the same."

You huffed in response. "I doubt that."

"Ah yeah?" he asked in a challenging tone. "What is even your job?"

"Accountant." you answered.

This was the usual lie your agency told you to say when the question was asked. It's the typical lie, but it's very efficient. The only flaw was that you knew nothing about accounting jobs, so you usually avoided explicitly saying what exactly you were doing for work, keeping it brief by saying it's an office job.

"Really? I'm an accountant too." he exclaimed.

"Oh."

Great.

"What's your position?" he continued. "I'm in supervising."

Just. Great.

"Just a normal accountant."

Chan seemed satisfied with your answer, as he nodded before drinking the alcohol from his cup.

"I don't know how you both do it." Hyunjin exhaled. "Being an art teacher is already too much for me."

You gave him a deadpan look. "You have a career you adore, are you kidding me? Plus, you work with children."

"You don't know how children can be..."

"Tell me about it." Chan added, earning a confused look from you.

"You have children?"

He answered by gesturing the rest of his friend group, pointing out Jisung and Changbin especially, who were currently yelling at each other as they bickered over a piece of cake. Minho was filming the scene while Seungmin complained to Jeongin. Your friend's eyes were shut as he had blocked his ears because of the noise. As for Felix, well, you don't know exactly what he was doing. He was an intriguing boy, to say the least. It was understandable when Chan referred to them as his children, they were chaotic together.

The party went on normally, with some music, snacks and drinks for everyone, and the cake Hyunjin and Chan brought. When it was time for the gifts, Jeongin took the time to open each with care, thanking the guests kindly. The boys had all pitched in for a present, buying the new PC he had been wanting for months already. You were surprised at how much they were willing to pay for their youngest friend's happiness.

"Wow, he's lucky to have you. I didn't even buy a card." you commented.

Chan chuckled and gave you a warm smile. "You don't have to get him a gift, he's happy enough you're in his life. And so am I, I'm happy he has you around."

"I'm the one who should thank you for being there for him." you returned the compliment. "Especially since I don't have time to hang out with him anymore."

He gave you a small squeeze on the arm to reassure you, as he drank his drink again. You watched his action and noticed his strong jawline. Was it always this prominent? And his lips, were they always this plump?

Shrugging off your thoughts, you went to the kitchen to serve yourself another cup, stealing one of the snacks Jeongin's mother had made. When you came back, many people were already leaving, mostly the extended family. You noticed it was getting late, and you wondered if you also had to leave. Your question was quickly answered when Jeongin's father told you to have fun before he went to sleep. That left you alone with the eight men. Hyunjin invited you next to him on the couch, while the others installed themselves around the coffee table.

"How about we play a game?" Felix suggested, which resulted to everyone shaking their heads in disgust. "Jeez, my bad. I get we're old now, but not that much."

When you heard Chan laugh at the younger man, you spotted his dimples showing, as well as his chest puffing. You were starting to wonder how you have never noticed how handsome he was. He caught you staring, and simply sent you a smirk. You blushed and shifted your gaze elsewhere, not used to this kind of attention. Well, you were used to it for work. However, this was totally different. You never bothered with flirting and such for obvious reasons, so you were less than inexperienced with the matter. Having Chan staring at you up and down as he checked you out throughout the evening was torturing, both mentally and physically. You didn't know you could feel so hot, even after drinking so many alcoholic beverages. With ice, might you add.

Waking up to a naked Chan next to you in the morning had almost caused you an heart attack. Never in a million years have you had a one night stand, even less with someone you barely knew. You did remember how needy you had become the previous night, and how Chan had found you alone in the kitchen, trapping you between the counter and himself. You remembered how he connected his lips to yours in a matter of seconds, and how he brought you to the guest room with your legs around his waist.

You grunted in frustration and checked the time. Luckily, you still had time before your next meeting. Your boss had told you how important the next mission was going to be, and that it was crucial for you to be present at the meeting. You gathered your clothes quickly, put them on, and went to the dining room. You found Jeongin and Hyunjin chatting, while Minho and Seungmin were watching something on the TV. As he spotted you, Jeongin gave you a knowing look, but Hyunjin looked annoyed.

"Good morning." you said, joining them. "Did you both sleep well?"

"We know you did." Jeongin teased and you rolled your eyes at his remark.

"Since when are you and Chan.. you know?" Hyunjin asked in a soft, yet deranged tone.

"Oh no." you denied immediately. "That's a one time thing. You know I don't do this kind of stuff."

Hyunjin almost looked reassured, as he nodded in silence. You allowed yourself to get a cup of coffee and one the toasts Jeongin had already made. As you started to eat, Chan walked in, shirtless with sweatpants on, with his eyes half-shut. He greeted the guys lazily and joined you to get himself his own coffee. He sat next to Jeongin and let out a loud yawn, before sipping on his cup.

"You good?" Jeongin laughed.

Chan answered while stretching out his back. "I don't think I slept well. Surprising, cause your bed in the guest room is comfortable. Even more surprising, I slept alone there?"

You choked on your coffee at his words. Did he not remember? Maybe it was for the best, you didn't want to tell him directly 'hey, i just wanted to get laid, so ciao.' However, thanks to Changbin, Chan was reminded of your night pretty quickly.

"You had someone else with you." he laughed, and Chan's eyes widened in realization.

He looked at you, who was already a blushing mess. "I'm so sorry. Listen, I didn't mean for it to happen. I mean, it was great, but I don't really have time to... well you know. I don't want to sound mean or anything." he rambled out messily.

"No, it's all good. It was just good sex for one night, nothing more." you interrupted him.

He smiled at you, happy to know you were both on the same page.

"Not that I don't like you, guys, but I should go back home and freshen up before work." you said as you finished your coffee.

"Already? But it's my birthday." Jeongin argued. "Can't you take the day off for once?"

"You know I don't take days off."

Giving him an last apologetic smile, you gathered your things and left the house. You had parked your car a bit further since you had arrived late the day before. As you were about to drive away, you bumped into the car in front of you, thinking you were on reverse. You hesitated, unsure if you should do a hit and run. By looking at the time, you decided you would be late if you dealt with this. So you left, feeling a little bad for the poor car owner.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, you took off to go to your agency. You took the time to buy your boss some donuts at the shop nearby, and then headed to her office. Her door was already opened, so you went inside without knocking. She was in a call and motioned for you to sit down until she was done. She smiled at you when she saw the sweets, so you placed them in front of her. Once her call was over, she sighed loudly and grabbed one of the pastries, stuffing it into her mouth.

"I'm guessing you talked with big boss?" you asked, chuckling at her actions.

She nodded as she finished to swallow her bite. "There was a change of plans in your new case. It's a big one." This made you discouraged. "I know I'm giving you a lot of work these days, but I can't trust anyone else with this one. It has to do with JYP."

"Again?" you exclaimed in exasperation. "I thought we were done with them."

"Definitely not. Look."

She gave you a file as thick as a school book. As you opened it, the first thing you see is a picture of a man dressed in black, wearing a mask and a cap to hide his face. Along with it came some informations about him. He's one of JYP's best agents and has been able to infiltrate your agency to steal your plans. JYP was another spy company. Despite their fame in the industry, they were extremely secretive and you barely knew anything about their doings. All you could say was that they were among the bests. However, this did not mean they were the good guys. In fact, most of the time, they were the reason why your team would fail. They would sabotage your plans and execute missions in your place. Every time, they beat you. This kind of rivalry was uncommon, but JYP made it to occur more frequently than you'd like it. On top of that, you could never know who they were within the hundreds of people around you during a mission. That's how good they were.

"How did you find him?" you questioned. "We have never been able to identify anyone from JYP."

"He's a recurrent figure on field, we have seen him more than a dozen of times. On your last mission, I managed to find more informations on him by asking around. His name is Christopher and he's worked for about twelve years, starting at the age of thirteen. An impressive resume, might I say. Nonetheless, he's the reason why our files keep getting leaked. I need you to take him down." you boss explained, still munching on her snack.

"Me? I failed my last few assignments, I'm like the worst employee at the moment."

She shushed your claims and turned on her TV screen where she displayed a PowerPoint. "The plan is to attend this business event tonight. It regroups the best technology companies of the country. You'll go there as a guest named Hana."

"How original..." you huffed at the made up name.

"Christopher will also be attending." she continued. "I need you to grab his attention and get close enough so you can find something in his hotel room."

You laughed in disbelief. "So you want me to get into his pants? Not happening."

"We've seen him surrounded with women over the few observations we did on him. This is our best chance into tricking the tricksters themselves."

She finished by handing you a flash drive which contained all the informations you needed for the mission. Reluctantly, you took it from her and went back home. Looks like you had to get ready for a big night.

"You look great." Soojin, another agent who was in the van outside of the building, said through your earpiece.

"I'll have to thank my mother for buying me tons of dresses in hopes I find myself a husband." you joked.

You would never tell her the actual reason on why you'd most likely never marry someone. The excuse you came up with was that you preferred knowing you can support yourself financially without needing a man around. It wasn't exactly a lie, but you had never found the courage to reveal your career to her. She would simply freak out learning you can die any day.

Soojin chuckled at your comment before trying to lead you towards your target. "Alright, I believe he is at the bar right now. Do you need a drink yet?"

"I'm always down for a nice cocktail." you whispered before walking towards the bar.

It didn't take long for you to find Christopher, his back facing you. He was wearing a black tuxedo, almost matching perfectly with your own attire. His brown hair was slicked back and you noticed a pair of silver earrings hanging on his ears. They were the exact ones he was wearing on the blurred picture you had as a referance. Smiling at yourself in satisfaction, you sat a bit further from him, not wanting to seem too direct with the man. The dark lighting didn't allow you to take a good look on his face, but you did notice that his veiny hands were decorated with multiple rings. You swore you have seen them before. Was it on a previous mission? You weren't sure.

"May I have your attention?" the host of the event called out through a microphone, standing on the small stage. "I'd like to thank you all for being here. Tonight is a great opportunity to share our projects and ideas, and I hope we can learn a lot from each other. I invite you to have a drink at our bar and serve yourself from our buffet. With that being said, enjoy your night."

Ending with the crowd applauding, you stood up from your stool as you decided it was an appropriate moment to introduce yourself to Christopher. You glanced around, in case something might interrupt your action, and as you shifted your body around, you bumped into someone, their glass of champagne spilling on you. You gasped at the cold contact with the liquid, freezing in place.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" you heard a much familiar voice with a much recognizable accent.

"Chan?" you exclaimed.

You analyzed his outfit, which corresponded exactly with the one you saw earlier while watching your target. He had put some makeup on with coloured contacts. His tie was neatly placed around his neck with a pin to decorate it. Well, there goes your cover. However, you were pretty sure he didn't know the exact reason on why you were here. So you played dumb. You managed, somehow, to hide your shock and continued with your interraction. All this while ignoring Soojin's questioning through your ear.

"What are you doing here?" you asked with a pleasantly surprised laugh.

"I have a contract with one of the companies. What about you?" he asked.

"Same." you lied. "This was the big meeting I was talking about earlier today."

"What a coincidence!" he exhaled in a laugh. "I'm so sorry about your dress." he apologized in a rush as soon as he remembered your incident.

"No harm done."

He went to the bartender, asking him for some tissues, and handed them to you so you could attempt to clean up some of the champagne off. Luckily, it wasn't red wine. As he watched you struggle, he shook his head furiously before taking your hand, leading you to a hallway.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't answer and walked until he arrived at a single public washroom. He took more tissues, damped them with water, and cleaned off the champagne that was still remaining around your neck. Too stunned to speak, you watched him in silence. Again, you found him extremely attractive. Even more than the previous night. However, you were currently working, and any of those dirty thoughts had to be shut down.

"There you go." he breathed out as he finished. "Sorry again."

"Don't apologize, I think I still look fine, minus the fact I smell like alcohol." you mumbled the last part.

He used a finger to raise your chin, making you face him. "You look gorgeous."

Damn you, Bang Chan.

"You don't look too bad yourself." you replied in a whisper.

He was getting closer to your face, his hands were already around your waist. You felt his breath on your own lips and it took everything in you to not give in and kiss him at this instant. Soojin was still on the other end of your earpiece. She couldn't see you, since there was no camera in the washroom, but she saw you walk inside.

"Continue with the flirt." she insisted. "It'll get you to his hotel room."

Right, the mission. As his gaze still flickered between your lips and your eyes, you felt yourself slowly relaxing in his embrace. Unfortunately, the moment had to be ruined when a woman opened the door, interrupting the two of you. Chan had forgotten to lock the door. You took the opportunity to detach yourself from him, and step outside of the room, not forgetting to give a small apology to the girl. Chan followed you behind and was quick to match your pace and walk next to you. You avoided his stare, embarrassed by what had just happened barely a minute ago. You joined the rest of the crowd, Chan still following.

"I suppose you were serious this morning when you said it was a one time thing." he broke the silence.

Taken aback, you stared at him as you were unsure on what to respond. He was looking at you expectantly. To be honest, you had never been looked at like this, with so much lust. You were sure part of it had to do with the alcohol he had already consumed, but you hoped he actually wanted you. You knew it was wrong to feel this way, especially since you had to literally rob from him. Nonetheless, this seemed unimportant at the moment.

"I mean, kind of." you answered. "It's not that I don't want to, I can assure you I'd fuck you again anytime. But you have the same reasons as me as why you don't get involved in relationships."

"Right." he nodded in agreement. "This can be casual, though." he insisted and the look he received from you made him panic. "I'm sorry, I'm not saying things correctly. What I meant to say is that you have caught my attention for a while now and yesterday was just... I don't know, it was great. And I won't force you into anything, but I'd like to do it again. Like I said, it can be very casual, no feelings or commitment involved."

Friends with benefits was never an option for you. You have watched and read every single story with this type of dynamic and you knew how it always ended.

"Say yes." Soojin exclaimed excitedly. "This is your opportunity for a better insight."

Although she was very much right, you weren't 100% convinced. He was your rival, sure, but you were also starting to consider him as a friend for the very least. The whole situation changed a lot of things for you.

"Depends. Do you do this with every woman Jeongin introduces to you?" you said as a way to provoke him.

"Only you, so far." he smirked.

You shrugged your shoulders and looked away from him. "Might I remind you we are currently working."

"You know better than me that this is simply a formal gathering and nothing more. We are just here in case they need help with financing their projects, which I doubt they will. They are wealthier than anyone in this city."

"Why are you being so vague? Just say yes, jeez!" Soojin said in frustration, making you wince at her loud voice.

"You do have a point." you trailed off, still making him linger. "Alright. Do you have a room?"

He grinned at your words. "Is a fine suite good enough for you?"

You would have done the job properly for sure. That was only if you wouldn't have been underneath Chan while moaning your lungs out. You could say whatever about the man, but one thing for sure was that he was good in bed, and he knew it. He had worked you up so perfectly that your sole focus was on him for the whole night. You had turned off your earpiece while making a stop to his bathroom as you were about to engage intercourse. Soojin was being both hyped and disgusted by your actions. Telling her she could go home for now and that you would call her the next day, you turned off your devices, hid your weapons in the cabinets and ran back to Chan's bed. You could have searched the bathroom, but your horniness took over.

As your naked frame woke up in his embrace, you internally cursed at yourself. You still had time to find at least something related to JYP in his room, right? Your best chance wouldn't be while cuddling with him, that being your current position. Chan was still sound asleep, but his grip around your body was firm. Just enough so you wouldn't be able to get away from his grasp. As you sighed loudly in exasperation, it was enough for him to slowly opening his eyes. Upon seeing your face, he managed a small grin before yawning loudly.

"Good morning."

"Hey." you said awkwardly.

He noticed how you were being uneasy and frowned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry about me. Still feels weird, that's all."

Not convinced, he gave you a look but didn't push it. He let go of you so he could get out of the covers, his boxers on thankfully.

"I'll wash up and then you can go after?"

Remembering you had left all of your things in his bathroom, you got up in a hurry, stopping him from entering the room, still naked. "I'll go first, if you don't mind."

He gestured the door for you. "I can lend you a shirt and some pants if you want."

You lifted your thumb up in agreement, and closed the door in his face. It's in a panic that you gathered every single item you had hid the night prior. When you were pretty such you had everything, you took a quick shower and wrapped a towel around your body. You found a pile of black clothes on the ground when you opened the door, folded with care. You could hear Chan humming to himself and, quite frankly, he had a nice voice. You got dressed, hid your devices on yourself, and joined Chan on his bed. He had put on a hoodie with shorts and was on his laptop doing whatever.

His laptop. That was it.

"Hey, babygirl." he said with an inviting arm to come into his embrace.

You slipped yourself in his arms and he kissed your temple. You froze at his actions and he must have noticed because his body stiffened.

"Sorry." he coughed. "I'll go shower, and do you have anything else planned for the day?"

"I have a meeting in the afternoon."

He hummed at your answer. "Alright, I'll drop you off if you want."

"You can just bring me home, I'll want to put on a more adequate attire." you chuckled. As he got up to go in the shower, you called out his name. "Jeongin must not know about this arrangement of ours."

"As you wish."

The moment he closed the door, you ran to his laptop and plugged your flash drive that allowed you to decrypt his password. As the software started to do its work, you read the coding scrolling. His password was Berryyy97. What the... You had no time to question it and got into your research. You transferred his files to another flash drive and, while waiting, you took the opportunity to check out what was in his phone as well. His chats were filled of messages exchanged with his friends and family, nothing important. You did come upon one message, though, that caught your attention. It was his discussion with Hyunjin.

Hyunjin: Are you sure she is invited?

Chan: I told you his mom just confirmed it! Now hurry, we need to get the cake.

Hyunjin: I'm still struggling with an outfit...

Chan: You look good no matter what!! Y/N's not blind, she'll notice you for sure. Now HURRY!

Hyunjin wanted you to notice him? Oh... This explained why he was being weird the other day, and why he asked about you and Chan. You felt bad, to say the least, but you had never considered it an option being with him. He was too soft to be able to deal with your lifestyle, it would only make him suffer. Plus, you never had even a tiny bit of an interest for him other than friendship.

The transfer was quickly done which left you wondering why his computer didn't have as much content as you expected. You took back your drive and sent a quick message to Soojin to let her know you had completed the assignment and that you will see her at the headquarters. She replied by informing you the boss had, yet, another case she wanted you to work on. Fun... Chan had finished washing up not so long after and hurried to pack his belongings so you could leave as soon as you can. When he seemed to have everything, he came to you and pressed his lips onto yours making you lay down back on the bed. The make out session was quick, but long enough to leave butterflies down your stomach. As he separated himself from you, he gave you a cocky smile.

"Shall we go?"

Chan was nothing but a gentleman. Opening the door for you, asking if the temperature in the vehicle was adequate for you, walking you to your door... This didn't help your case. When you received an ecstatic message from Soojin who was bombarding you with questions, you knew you put yourself in a shitty position.

A month had passed since that day. You saw Chan a couple more times and kept it exclusively platonic. For his part, at least. Whether you liked it or not, he did find his way into your heart and you hated it so bad. Not only because you knew it was going to end up this way, but also because your current mission was to get rid of him. Luckily, not getting rid of him as in killing, but cutting off his activities. He was a threat, a thief, and a scammer you could say. When you boss had announced you she was stepping up to the next phase, your reaction was bland. You simply accepted without arguing and that night, you had called Chan for a hook up.

Now, the mission was easy as itself. There was going to be another company gathering to promote one of their newest collaboration and you and Chan were asked to take part of it. You'd have to bring him outside into a van, lock him there, make him admit his wrongs, and blackmail him. Easy as a piece of cake. You did wonder why it was as simple as this, but didn't bother questioning your boss. Either it was going to go smoothly, or you were going to mess it up.

"Y/N?" Jeongin sanpped you out of your mind. "Are you alright?2

You took a look around, remembering your friend had asked you to come to his place to help him with the decorations he was planning or re-doing. "Uh, yeah. I'm good."

His eyebrow perked, not fully convinced. "What's been up with you, these days?"

"Nothing."

"You're lying."

"Can't we continue to look at the color schemes?" you whined.

"No. You're acting oddly and it is my job to care about you. Now, what is it?"

You debated internally whether you should let him know about your situation. It's not that you didn't trust him, but it was not you place for you to reveal Chan's big secret. Seeing your hesitation, Jeongin closed his laptop, where you had been going over a few aesthetics, and repositioned himself to face you properly.

"I don't want to force you into telling me anything, but I do think you might need to get whatever this is off your chest." he said softly, surprising you with how much he cared.

Biting down on your lip, you still hesitated for a minute or two. After determining that you did, in fact, need to tell someone, you spoke. "It's about Chan. We've been kind of hooking up ever since your birthday."

Jeongin's soft expression turned into a teasing grin, almost making you regret saying anything. "I knew it! I'm supposing you've fallen for him and you don't know how to tell him?"

You smiled weakly. "Not exactly..."

And so, you told him everything from the beginning. You went over the initial mission, your night together, the small gestures of affection he still gave you regardless of only being fuck buddies, and about your next assignment with him. Not once had Jeongin interrupted you, allowing you to let it all out in one go. When you had finished, he was staring on the ground, thoughtful. By the lack of response on his part, you panicked slightly.

"Say something, man! You're stressing me out."

He looked back up to you. "I haven't been quite truthful with you either." he confessed, which only made you stress even more. "I knew about Chan and his job."

There it was again, the blank face you had been putting up for a month. It didn't surprise you he knew, but it did bother you that he didn't tell you earlier. You understood why, but it would have made things much easier to straight up vent to him instead of keeping everything to yourself.

Taking your silence as a sign to keep talking, Jeongin let out a sigh. "He told me about it before you did, actually. He had cancelled on me a few times and I got mad he was skipping our usual nights out with the others. That's when he revealed everything. I won't say the details because it is not my place to tell, but I'm letting you know he is just doing his job, nothing more."

While going through all of what he said in your mind, you were left but with one question in particular. "Does he..?" you trailed off.

"No, from what he told me. He said he was scared you were going to catch him during his mission, actually. You know, the first one where you saw each other?"

"Thanks for making me feel even more bad." you joked. "What do I do now? He's my friend, I can't do that to him..."

Although you could see that he was trying his best to cheer you up, nothing could make you feel better about the whole thing. In two days, feelings involved or not, you would be betraying Chan.

The rest of the day went on smoothly. Jeongin ordered some takeout while you were still looking for a new couch to replace his old one. You did try to think about anything else, but it always came back to your main issue. Even food wasn't enough. A knock came on the door while you were showing your friend an example of an aesthetic you found appealing for his home. You opened the door and revealed Hyunjin in all his glory. He had pulled back his hair in a small ponytail, strands falling on his face perfectly, and he had dressed up for whatever occasion he had. You smirked at his as you nodded your head towards his outfit, not even greeting him properly. The apple of his cheeks turned red, and he quickly asked if Jeongin was home which made you open the door wider to let him inside.

"Are we going?" he asked, hands in his pockets.

Jeongin was not sure what he meant. "Going where?"

"At the bar?"

"Oh shit. Sorry, Y/N, but I promised Hyunjin to go with him."

Hyunjin came closer to you, his eyes deep into yours. "You can come with us, if you'd like to."

You were definitely not in the mood to go out and socialize, but by the intense glare you received from your friend, you came to the conclusion it might be helping you forget about your problems for a bit. Last time you drank, you had slept with Chan. Maybe this time, it was not going to make you go in someone's bed.

Next thing you know, you are staring blankly at an empty glass at the counter with the bartender sending you pitiful glances. The boys are having the time of their life, already drunk enough to laugh at the sightless jokes the other would throw. You did not even know what you were drinking at this point, being at your sixth drink. Debating on which liquor you should ask to be refilled in your glass, the bartender sent you one last sad smile before removing his nametag as his shift ended. It's with a loud and prolonged sigh that you let yourself fall on the counter, eyes half-opened. You saw the barman exchange words with another man, presumably his coworker, before taking off. You called out the new worker as you raised your glass. When his eyes met yours, time stopped. The same gray contact lenses were staring right back at you. This couldn't be a coincidence. You observed his appearance; his hair was no longer dark brown, but blonde, and it looked curly instead of styled. With a black buttoned shirt and some chains to decorate his wrists, he was looking more fine than ever.

"You're drunk." he simply stated.

"Thank you, Mr. obvious." you laughed off, raising your glass closer to him. "Can I have a refill?"

"No."

"Why not? It seems to me like you are working, which is pretty odd considering the fact you are an accountant." you said, putting an emphasis on the word 'fact'.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the week?"

Frustrated by his lack of answer, you snapped. "I don't need to tell you, you're not responsible of me."

"Kind of am, actually." he muttered under his breath although you had heard him very clearly.

You were about to say something back when Hyunjin came to join you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder protectively. His gaze was directed to Chan, who gulped at the arrival of his friend. Perhaps he was jealous... NO! Why were you even thinking like this. If anything, you should be concerned about how he was obviously in the middle of a mission by the way he was presenting himself. Why was he here? From the files you had extracted from his laptop, his next appearance on the field wasn't going to happen until the upcoming event where you had planned out his downfall. It was as if the universe was listening to you as you received a call from non other than Soojin. Excusing yourself, you left the two men behind and went to a corner where it was less crowded. You answered to a panicked Soojin, stammering at her words as she attempted to speak. The most you could make out was 'change of plans' and 'join me in the washroom'. So you did so. It took her no time to lock the door behind you and get back to her unclear monologue.

"I was on the watch for Christopher and I followed him here. I was so confused when I saw you so I called B and she asked me to give you your stuff, but I have no idea what the plan is now. She said that you'd understand if I say plan C, but what the hell is it? How can I monitor you if I have no clue what this means." she kept rambling out.

"Hey, hey." You took her by the shoulders. "Breathe, okay? There you go. Now, are you sure she said plan C?" She nodded and it instantly made you sober up. "Fuck."

"What is it?"

"Get the van ready, we'll need it. Just stay at your post and let me handle this." you said, putting on your earpiece and trying to get back your focus completely. "I'll tell you when to open the door, and I'll need help to contain him. Do you have the shots in case shit happens? Good. I'll see you later."

You didn't let her say another word as you left the washroom to go back to your previous emplacement. You were still rather far when you noticed that Chan was still at the bar and, seemingly, he was arguing with Hyunjin. You stayed where you were, keeping a distance so he could not see you.

"Soojin, are you back in the van?"

"Yup."

"Can you try to get to hear his chat with Hyunjinnie here?"

"Hyunjinnie?" she said in a teasing tone.

"Soojin..." you breathed out.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm connecting you to it."

You turned up the volume a little to hear better and you could decipher Hyunjin's voice, almost cracking. Now, you were curious.

"I specifically told you because I knew you weren't going to backstab me with it." Your heart almost broke at his tonality.

"It's not like I had a choice, much." Chan was now talking. "I did not plan on sleeping with her, that night. How many times do I have to tell you?" This hurt more than it should.

"You were almost eye-fucking her, just now. Don't tell me you don't have any intentions with her."

"I don't have the time for this."

Hyunjin scoffed. "I do know for a fact that you have plenty of time to talk this out. Your target is not even here."

So Hyunjin knew as well, good to know.

"You don't know who my target is."

"Maybe not, but I know you weren't supposed to be here until midnight." You checked the time and Chan was, indeed, an hour in advance. "You came here because I told you she was here with us." There was a silence between them.

The tension could be seen from where you were and there was no denying that Hyunjin was furious. Chan took his eyes off him and they met yours again. It would be suspicious if you only stood there, so you walked over to them, sitting back on the stool. Immediately, Hyunjin's face softened at your presence. He bit his lower lip in awkwardness and sipped on his drink as a distraction.

"Sorry about that, my friend got dumped again." you laughed making Hyunjin frown.

"Wasn't she dumped like three months ago?"

"She's a manhunter, let's say." you shrugged, taking your glass again. "You have not filled it." you now spoke to the man in black.

"You don't need more alcohol." he said sternly.

You put it back on the counter and rolled your eyes. "It's not because you get to fuck me that you get to tell me what to do in my daily life."

"Wait, what?" Hyunjin exclaimed. "So you have fucked more than once?"

Chan ignored him and leaned on the counter to get closer to you. "I get to do so when it comes to your safety."

"My safety?" you chuckled. "I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."

"Not what you said last week, doll."

With that, Chan received a fist on the side of his face, gaining a bruise on his cheeks. Dumbfounded, he searched for the source of the hit. Eyes darkened, Hyunjin still had his hand in a fist, breathing heavily.

"Woah, woah." Jeongin yelled out, making his way toward the three of you. "Hyunjin, what the fuck!"

Snapping out of it, the young man retracted his hand back and started guiltily at his older friend. Still breathing intensely, he gave you one last look before leaving the scene. Jeongin, calling him out, soon followed.

"Damn, I didn't know you were stuck in a love triangle." you heard Soojin comment.

You hummed as an way to answer her, and went around the counter to go to Chan. He was massaging carefully his face and winced in pain at the touch. You took him b the arm silently and lead him away from the scene. You reached the back of the bar, looking for a first aid kit. You spotted it quickly and went to grab it before heading back in the washroom you were previously in. There wasn't much in the box, but enough to treat Chan's face. He watched you attentively while you took out the necessary material and started to clean his cheek. He winced at the contact, but you simply glared him.

"What? It hurts."

"Stay still, you baby." you snorted and brought your focus back to the purple part of his face.

"I don't need you to take care of me." he said, once you were done treating him.

"And I don't need you to take care of me either." you brought back the argument from earlier while putting back the bandages in the box. "And yet, here we are."

"Y/N..." he started.

He paused to look into your eyes, but you weren't in the mood for another staring contest. You went to the sink to wash your hands and he stayed where he was, not able to say more.

"Girl, the plan." Soojin said impatiently.

You had almost forgotten about it, honestly. But you knew what needed to be done, whether you liked it or not. You took out the pill from you bra (a pretty useful location, might you say), and put it at the back of your mouth with your tongue in order to not let it fall into your own throat.

"You still have not answered on why you were here." you broke the ice.

He chuckled awkwardly. "I take this as a part-time to help my finances."

You turned to him, a knowing look accross your face. "Isn't an accountant in supervising supposed to know his salary is more than enough to provide for himself?"

Usually, Chan was an excellent liar. With you, however, he was losing his touch. You made him completely lost and, almost, enchanted. He could not point out why exactly, but he was both adoring and hating it. He gulped at your words, knowing he was most definitely caught.

"I know, Chan, it's okay." you said softly which made him relax.

"And, you are... I'm guessing you're okay with it?" he asked carefully as he stepped forward.

"More or less..." you almost whispered.

You did not expect this to be as difficult. You had the sleeping pill in your mouth, you just had to kiss him and make him swallow it. As easy as it can be. It was far from being easy. Tears were flooding your eyes more and you could not contain them anymore. Chan instinctively brought his hands to your face and brushed under your eyes with his thumbs.

"Here, it's okay. What do you have in mind, sweetheart?"

You, idiot. you thought.

"I'm so sorry..." you managed to express.

"For what? You did nothing wrong."

It was already too hard in itself, you could not look at him anymore. So, you kissed him. He responded to it immediately, kissing you back tenderly which only made things worse for you.

"For this." you whispered.

You brought the pill back to your lips and spit it into Chan mouth, aiming directly at his throat. He choked slightly in surprise and he let go of his grasp on you. You watched him step back and saw him gulp. It was definitely in his system, now.

"Y/N..." he said again.

"Soojin, I'll join you at the back door." you talked through your hidden mic, still sobbing.

"You did great, sweetie." she replied in a small voice.

Staring at the screen, no emotion were displayed on your face. Instead, you were looking blankly at the man as he walked in circles in the room you had put him in. You had received congratulations from the whole team and from your boss. Unlike what you would have thought, this did not make you feel good. A knot had formed itself in your chest the moment you had kissed Chan, and it was still present.

B had announced you she was promoting you to field leader, which was one of the highest positions and the one you had been seeking for. Instead of joy, you felt shame. You did want the title, but you didn't feel like you earned it. The only thing you had gained was guilt and sorrow.

"What are you going to do with him, now?" you finally spoke after watching the surveillance footage for hours now.

Soojin, who had agreed to keep you company throughout the night, let out an exhale. "Most likely, B is going to force him to reveal JYP's plans and make him quit."

"He's just doing his job." you repeated Jeongin's words.

"So are we." She saw how this only made you sadder, so she sat next to you to rub your arm in comfort. "I know you love this guy-"

"Like." you corrected her.

She smiled weakly and continued. "I know you like this guy, and he seems to like you a lot too, but this was bound to happen."

You laughed sadly. "In all the partners I've had in my life, if I can call him that, he was the only one who cared enough to let me call him at midnight just to talk even if he was tired. He was the only one who didn't judge me when I told him about my obsession with penguins."

"Which is odd, yes, but whatever. Keep going?" she commented with a chuckle.

"I don't have much more to say. He's going to hate me, now." you grunted as you buried your face in your hands.

"Y/N." Soojin soothed you by rubbing your back. "The first thing he said when he woke up was 'is Y/N okay?' The man still cares about you, I promise."

"Had B even told you about plan C?" you asked out of nowhere, which took her by surprise.

"No."

"Plan C was, if things were getting to complicated, we have to get rid of him. And I mean, get rid of him definitely." You took her silence as shock. "I never expected her to go to this extend with this case, but she's had beef with JYP for years and I think it got to her head a bit too much."

Soojin hummed as you explained, but questionings popped in her head. "What are they even doing other than stealing plans?"

You paused to think. Surely, there was something, no? "Now that I think about it, nothing. Actually, there are only stealing our plans and executing the missions better." In realization, you stood up. "Is she doing this to win some kind of competition?"

Soojin stood up as well, agreeing that what you were saying was making a lot of sense. You scoffed in disbelief. In all the years you have worked with her, it never came to your thoughts that she could be using her position to make you deal with her personal feud. Not adding anything to your out-loud reflection, you walked out of the camera room and ran to the cells.

"I'll cover for you, I guess." Soojin yelled cluelessly at your sudden departure.

Scanning your ID card, the door opened to the detention cells and you headed straight to Chan. You searched around as you were reactivating your earpiece.

"Can you hear me?"

"Yes." you friend said lazily.

"Can you change the footage on the screens so it-" you started but she was quick to cut you off.

"Already done, now go save your damsel in distress."

"Thanks." you laughed. "Ah, and-"

"Number 0325." she answered before you could ask her which cell he was detained in.

You ran through the hallway until you came face to face with the door that had the number scripted on. You took a deep breath and hesitated to open turn the knob. You gathered the most of your courage and put your hand on the doorknob.

"You might want to unlock it beforehand, just saying."

What were you going to do without Soojin...

Unlocking it, you opened the door and saw Chan sitting in the corner of the room. His eyebags were more visible than usual, but they held the same softness as he looked up at you. Embarrassed, he stood up and rubbed his hands on his pants. You closed the door behind you and smiled awkwardly at him. This was going well...

"So-"

"I-" you started at the same time as him.

He chuckled shyly and you gestured for him to talk. "I knew about you too, by the way. You kind of were my target." You frowned at him, and he sighed before explaining. "My mission was to steal your laser so I could bring it back to the company for them to examine it and reproduce it."

You stared at him blankly. Your lack of reaction was stressing him out, but it was soon replaced by laughter.

"This makes things even stupider." you coughed out between your laughs. "My boss wanted me to take you down because you wanted to steal a laser?" you scoffed.

Chan was expecting a lot of types of reactions from you, but this one was not amongst them. "I don't get it."

You took the time to calm down and went ahead and explained to him. "My boss feels so threatened by your agency that she tasked me with taking you down to gather informations about JYP, to then take them down."

"Oh."

"I know, it's ridiculous, but I went along with it, got you to bring me back in your room to search you up, and wanted me to quite literally kill you if things got out of hand..." you trailed off the last part and Chan walked closer to you.

"Does that mean that this whole arrangement was... an act?"

"Yes." you said but shook your head straight after. "No. Well, both? It was originally an act, but, Chan, you have no fucking idea how difficult you made all of this for me."

"My bad." he said sarcastically.

"I... I don

"I... I don't know how to say this, but... I think I like you?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You think..?"

You slapped yourself mentally at how messily this was all going. "I do... like you." You took a deep breath. "I like you a lot."

This was all it took to bring back a smile on his face before he went closer to you, leaving another one of his infamous kisses on your lips. You smiled back and kissed back, with the same amount of softness but with something more to it. As if you were now completely smitten over each other, no more faking or hiding. You separated from him, reality hitting you.

"What now?"

Chan shrugged. "We might want to leave this place."

"Good idea."

Standing in the middle of Hyunjin's living room, you took a step back to admire the artwork you had completed, well, almost. You were not satisfied yet with the results, which resulted in you whining once again.

"Gosh, Y/N!" Hyunjin cried out.

"His hair look like poop." you pouted.

He rolled his eyes dramatically and took the brush from your hand. "Look. Like this." he said as he demonstrated how to paint hair properly.

"Jinnie, how does this look this good?" you complained and sat on your chair in defeat.

"Practice." he shrugged his shoulders. "This is good for a first painting, though. I'm sure he'll love it."

"I guess." you breathed out while staring at the attempt of painting the man. "Huh?" you let out as your phone rang. "Talking about him..." you said, showing the screen to Hyunjin.

"Try not to spoil the surprise." he laughed.

You ignored his remark and answered the call instead. "Channie?"

"Hey, I stopped by your place to get my gun but you weren't there so I hope you don't mind that I broke into your apartment." he ended with a small chuckle.

"As long as you pay a new door for me."

"Right, will do! By the way, B asked me to tell you that your meeting is postponed."

You frowned. "Why is that so?"

"JYP showed up and she wanted to show them around herself."

"Uh... look at her being all cozy with the enemy."

"Watch us doing the same tonight." he teased.

"Chan..."

He laughed from the other side of the line. "I'm kidding. I have to go, but I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah, I'll stop by for sure."

"Good. I love you."

You smiled even though he could not see. "I love you too."

You ended the call and went back to Hyunjin, who was visibly judging you. "Ew."

"Shut up."

"No, you shut up with this lovey-dovey shit and get back to your painting if you want to give it to Chan tonight. Imagine not even having a gift for your boyfriend's birthday, pathetic." he huffed but you ignored him as you smiled at the thought.

Your boyfriend, a term that has been around for months now, but you could never get used to it. Your boyfriend, who was currently fighting off somewhere with high chances of dying. Oh well, that's what you get for getting yourself a top tier agent.

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[21jumpstreet-x-reader]

Pretty Girl with a Pretty Boy

Summary: Tom & Y/n are set on a Blind Double-Date, but instead of having chemistry with his date, Tom seems to have his eyes on his pretty friend.

"Blind date? I don't need a blind date." Brooker rolled his eyes, before taking a drag on his cig. "Why aren't you taking your little friend- Uh, Penhall."

"He has a girlfriend-"

"Really? Him?" Brooker hummed in curiosity. "I never would have thought."

Tom rolled his eyes, "Do you want to come or not?"

"Is she pretty?"

"How would I know? It's a blind date," Hanson groaned, tired of this. He wouldn't have to be doing all this if his date hadn't had a friend. Hell, he didn't even want to go on the date; He only did it to get out of the house. "So, yes or no?"

"You know what, Hanson? I'll go."

Hanson was surprised, in fact he had thought Brooker would say no. Though, maybe it was a sign? No, this could never be a good sign. Not with Brooker.

---

Tom was surprised when he saw Y/n sitting with a girl, which only caused him to groan. Tom had no idea that Y/n was his blind date's friend. If he had known, he swears he wouldn’t have brought Dennis Brooker. That idiot didn’t deserve a girl like you, Tom did!

"Damn, I thought she was going to be ugly. I'm glad I decided to come."

Tom was starting to wish he didn't come, too.

"Oh, Hanson, what a surprise," You reached out your hand, causing Tom to quickly shake it.

"Oh, Y/n, you know you can call me Tom."

"I didn't know you knew Tom, Y/n."

"All Law Enforcement meet each other at one point or another."

Brooker sat down, popping on his elbows, "You're a cop?"

"DA."

"Ah, you get those bastards out of jail."

"Everyone deserves a decent defense, even the guilty. That's the law."

"Yeah," He takes a swig of his drink, "But, it's like you guys are saying we can't do our jobs."

You chuckle, eyeing your friend, "Well, when you don't, it does make my job easier."

----

Tom tried paying attention to his date, he swears he did, but he kept getting dragged by your conversations. It was getting intense and he was starting to sense some tension. If there was one thing Brooker was good at, it was pissing people off.

"Doesn't Internal Affairs deal with dirty cops?"

"Well, yeah, but they're not real cops."

"What do you mean?" You tilted your head, leaning on your hand. "Not real cops?"

"Cops aren't supposed to break the law."

"They do all the time and they get away with it. You must not be very high on the IAB podium or you'd know that."

"Excuse me?" He got closer to you, intimidatingly.

You straightened up, "I don't understand what your problem is."

"I have a problem with you giving a bad name to cops."

"A bad name? I don't have to do that. They do it to themselves."

Tom could see Dennis' hand twitch and he quickly swerved the conversation.

"So Y/n, why DA instead of Prosecutor."

Your friend groaned. She had noticed the way that Tom was looking at you.

"Um, well... You know... I've always been good at finding loopholes," You turn to your friend as she whispers in your ear.

You look at her, before nodding your head. You turn to the males, before looking for the waitress.

Your friend yawns, "You know, it's getting late. We should be heading out. Let's get the check. Where is that waitress?"

-----

You fiddled with your purse, annoyed at the dinner. Who did that Dennis guy think he was? You felt a hand grab your shoulder, and you grabbed his hand and twisted it, before dropping it and realizing it was just Tom.

"Sorry, Tom. I thought you were...Well, someone else."

"I'm sorry... You know," He tilts his head back towards the restaurant, "For Brooker. He's a.... You know, hard-ass."

"He's something alright," He smiles, before holding out his hand, "How about I drive you home?"

"No, it's fine. I'll take a cab."

"You'd rather get into the car with a stranger than with a cop you know?"

"I'm sure your date could use a ride, pretty boy."

He smiles, looking down at your hands, "Well, I was hoping for a different date tonight."

"Are you hitting on me, Officer Hanson?" You point at his chest and he grabs your hand.

"And if I am?"

"Well, I'd ask where's your car, Lover Boy?"

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[loving-bucky-is-easier]

slipped from your mouth into mine

the one where you have pneumonia

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Sick!Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 838

Warnings: 18+, language, mild angst, reader has pneumonia, brief non-sexual partial nudity, fluff

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A/N: Hi, everybody! The stars have aligned to give me the first bits of simultaneous time and inspiration I've had in months (also known as me having pneumonia). I'm not sure how active I'll continue to be after posting this little illness-induced scribble, but I hope you all are well! Come say hello if you feel so inclined 💕

“Is this really necessary?”

You started to squirm in Bucky’s arms, but stilled when he pinched at the back of your thigh.

“Do you still have pneumonia?” he retorted, eyes fixed straight ahead.

You huffed, but it came out as more of a wheeze. “It’s just that I’m already sweaty, and you’re warm, and it’s just a little…”

You trailed off as he dropped his gaze to you. “And who’s fault is that?”

“Bucky–”

“Don’t Bucky me. What the hell were you thinking?” God, that glare could cut glass. A sweat broke across the back of your neck.

“Helen said I could–”

“Helen?” Bucky scoffed. “Oh yes, thank God for Helen. Straight off a mission and all I wanna do is see my girl, but I gotta get cleared by Helen first. Lovely Helen who’s so surprised to hear FRIDAY say you’re in the gym training. ‘Why’s that?’ I ask. Oh, because she’s got fucking pneumonia and she’s supposed to be taking it easy.”

You licked at your chapped lips, trying to piece together some shadow of an excuse, or at least some combination of words that would melt the chill from his gaze.

But none came, and you settled into his even gait as he carried you back to your room.

Even if it hadn’t quite been the reunion you’d been hoping for – him bursting into the gym right as you all but collapsed onto a bench mid-coughing fit had been less than ideal timing – dear God, you were glad he was home. You could feel the tightness in your chest easing ever so slightly, although if that was because you were being carried rather than walking up the stairs yourself, you’d never admit that to Bucky.

Before you’d even fully registered reentering your room, Bucky had plowed through the bathroom door, slammed it behind him, and set you gently on the edge of the tub. He immediately went to the shower and turned the handle as hot as it would go.

“What are you doing?”

Bucky didn’t look at you when he responded, just spoke up enough for his voice to carry over the pounding of the water. “Whenever Steve had pneumonia when we were kids, I use’ta boil a pot of water and make him sit and breathe in the steam. But I figure Stark isn’t too worried about a water bill.”

Ah, fuck. 

“Buck,” you said softly. When he didn’t turn to face you, you spoke up a little louder. “Baby?”

Bucky finally abandoned the edge of the shower to stand in front of you, and now the anxiety was plain across his face. You’d mistaken it for anger earlier, but now that he was standing still, you could see the fidgeting in his stance, the shakiness to his breath, the cloudiness in his eyes.

“I swear to you I am fine. Nothing is–” Your breath caught, and you doubled over, wheezing. Bucky was on his knees in front of you before you could blink, grabbing at your hands. You coughed through a few more inhales before you straightened up, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Okay,” you croaked. “Poor timing. Not the most confidence-inspiring. But really.”

“Baby, I’m sorry I’m so panicked I just… It got so bad with Steve and I… I was always there. Even if I couldn’t do much I was there. And for you, I wasn’t.” He scratched at the back of his head. “And you were training? I just need you to take care of yourself.”

Your shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. I… I was training to get my mind off you. I did the whole laid up in bed thing and all I could do was think. I thought if I just went for a little while, maybe it would be easier. And I wouldn’t be so worried for you.”

Bucky sighed. “This is what I get for going on missions, huh? Guess you’re not to be trusted.”

You scowled. “I was doing fine. I wouldn’t’ve trained any more anyway. It didn’t work. Still couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

He grinned cheekily. “I am rather unforgettable, aren’t I?” You groaned and shoved at his shoulder. 

He stood and bent back down to press a kiss to your forehead, and you leaned into his touch. His lips were soft, his breathing steady, and you inhaled deeply.

“I’m really, really glad you’re home,” you whispered.

“And I am really, really glad you’re safe.” He straightened up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “And now we’re gonna get you better.”

For the first time in days it was a relief to find yourself in your bed. Deposited gently on the soft sheets – “Are you just gonna carry me everywhere now? – and relieved of your sweaty work out clothes, you sunk into the pillows.

Bucky joined you a few moments later after tidying up the bathroom and slid next to you, pulling you into his bare chest and wrapping you in his arms.

“Sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”

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My Fall 2023 Watchlist & Opinions

Welcome to the comeback of my reviews that no one expected! But hey, I think this would be a nice practice for me to develop my writing skills and my critical thinking (?).

Take in consideration this post will be long because #unemployed, so everything will be under the cut.

Ready or not (I sure am not), here I go!

Atarashii Joushi wa Dotennen

Comedy, Slice of Life // ☆☆☆¾

After an atrocious experience with an abusive boss, Momose decides to switch workplaces. Used to such a toxic environment, he never expected his new superior to be so goofy!

The most wholesome show you'll find this season, and one of the most I've seen in general!

The work environment is pretty much paradise, each and every character being the living representation of the sweetest and most tender cotton candy you'll be able to find.

While the comedy mostly relies on Shirosaki's sillyness, it never gets old. Alongside the laughs, you'll find yourself aww-ing to many, many scenes.

Also, the series is conscious of the way people takes it (no, this is not a BL) and dedicates some scenes to it by giving different double meaning scenarios (they're all wholesome, no need to worry about that). Just a heads up, in case you're not into this kind of thing.

Want to know more? There's a canonical bisexual character in it! And here I was thinking that we didn't exist for Japan.

Totally recommend for those gloomy days, or even when you just need to shut off your brain.

Dr. STONE: NEW WORLD Part 2

Action, Adventure, Comedy, Sci-Fi // ☆☆☆☆

No summary due to spoilers.

I don't think there's much I can say about this one? I mean, unless I want to spoil someone, and I'm not a spoiler kind of person so...

For those curious about my experience, I'm enjoying myself very much! I decided to give it a try since my best friend loves it, and I liked it so much I quickly got up to date with it.

Now, do I understand every single thing they talk about? Hell nah, do you know how many times I failed chemistry and physics?!

But besides that, this show is a pretty wild and fun ride. And not only the previous parts, but also this one! Again, don't feel like making spoilers but the quality hasn't lacked not even a little bit. The characters are still as charismatic and funny as they've always been, and the plot keeps getting more and more interesting as it progresses.

Only thing I can say without explicitly spoiling anything: one of these days, Gen will end up messing with the wrong people. Can't tell you what tells me that, but he's messy enough for me to be unable to think otherwise.

Hametsu no Oukoku

Action, Drama, Fantasy // ☆☆

Once benerated due to their wisdom, witches are now being hunted down by humans who accuse them of impeding the progress of civilization. Adonis, a human raised by a witch, swears revenge against those who took his mentor from him.

CW: instances of extreme violence, forced non-sexual public partial nudity

Yes, I watched this one. Yes, it's an edgy one. No, it's not fun.

As someone who's always down to anything that has to do with fantasy, magic and supernatural beings, as well as being able to enjoy the trashiest things in life, I had some hope in the plot. Not in the way that it might be actually good, but in the way that it could be so bad I could get some laughs out of it. Sadly, this series takes itself quite seriously.

Which wouldn't be a problem if it weren't because it isn't even that good. The characters are plain, the episodes feel longer than they should, and there are times where you can see it go all over the top.

A pet peeve I have is when certain abilities/powers have ridiculous names, and this show does that to a tee by giving them some of the dumbest/edgiest (not exclusionary) names I've seen in a while.

"Do they even have to do with what each witch's magic is supposed to be?" I ask to the void in utter confusion.

"Absolutely not, but doesn't it sound rad?!" an easily impressed twelve-year-old exclaims from the grades.

Anyway, wouldn't recommend this show to anyone unless you're looking for an edgy power fantasy where characters die in gruesome ways not even five minutes after being introduced, magic type and all.

Also, can someone explain to me what does it mean to have "Natural Law" magic?

Hikikomari Kyuuketsuki no Monmon

Action, Comedy, Fantasy // ☆☆¼

After three years of becoming a total shut-in, Komari wakes up to find out she's the newest Commander in the Mulnite Imperial Army! Although she's descendant of a pretty powerful vampire family, she's rather inept when it comes to magic, even finding blood disgusting. Will her, alonside her maid, be able to make her path to success, or is failure awaiting for her around the corner?

Damn, this one took its sweet time to take off, only to crash and burn because the method was so cliché and overused.

The first three to four episodes are boring and not interesting at all, characters are bland as a wet piece of cardboard and the comedy excels at falling flat.

(Mild spoilers ahead, because I couldn't care less about this one)

And now you mean to tell me your seemlingly powerless main character is actually OP, only that under hypnosis? I didn't need to be a hound to be able to smell that crap from miles away, now did I?

But let's leave that aside to talk about Vil, A.K.A Male Gaze 101. I understand why she's attached to the protagonist, don't get me wrong, but did she need to sexually harass the protagonist or...? Also, how could I forget about the time where she almost forced Komari to pee herself in front of her!

Bro, if I were to know this was an omorashi hentai wannabe I wouldn't have given it a chance.

Anyways, if you're into any of the things I've mentioned previously, then enjoy yourself. This anime's definitely not for me.

Kamierabi

Action, Drama, Psychological, Supernatural // ☆½

A group of high schoolers see themselves forced to fight each other to death for the coveted title of God. Who will emerge victorious and claim their godly throne?

You have no right to ask that in the summary when you spoil the results in the first minutes of the first episode.

Let's be honest, if anyone is talking about this series is because Yoko Taro's name served as free promo. But did you know he's credited, not for the story, but for the concept of it? Big yikes, huh?

If you are a three-episode-rule kind of person, I assure you won't be needing that for this anime. One episode is enough torture, trust me.

The first minute is there to make sure you understand this story is different, is mature. There are no friendships, no love interests, only tons of suffering and betrayals. You know, what people back in 2011 probably went for when Mirai Nikki first aired.

Characters are not only boring as hell, but their designs are nothing to die for, heavely based on their assigned colors because you'll be forgetting their names the minute after they get introduced.

Fun fact: If you pay enough attention, you'll be able to see their phone cases' designs. Not only they look ugly, but they also spoil their so secretive abilities!

Speaking of character design, did you know the one in charge of it didn't even bother to create background character's templates? They all look like gray extraterrestrial things trying to pass as human beings, their never changing facial expressions being the cherry on top. This might be one edgy way of showing they don't matter to the main story, but it just feels super lazy. Also, this... artistic choice is just another spoiler, since everyone who has some sort of relevance has an established design. But oh well.

Fun fact: Every single one of these NPCs are gray, expect for a couple of them in episode six who are red and blue. One of them is the bad guy, can you guess who?

In summary, this show is utter trash. Wouldn't recommend unless you're as messed up as I am and like to watch crappy productions.

Kamonohashi Ron no Kindan Suiri

Drama, Mystery // ☆☆☆¾

When police office Totomaru is assigned to a serial killer case, he turns to Kamonohashi Ron for help—a once considered genius who, after a fatal mistake, got himself expelled from the top detective training academy and was forbidden to become one.

This is your classic detective show with the more normal character having to learn how to deal with the more eccentric one who's always really good at deducing. And I love it.

Yeah, it might be a copycat of other series with the same dynamics (like many other mystery anime), but they're all still dear to my heart. I just love them, man!

Every case they've introduced until now have been interesting and fun. It's been entertainting trying to think by myself what happened, who might be the culprit, how did they do it and why. As always, it's especially cool when you get close enough or, even better, when you were in the right. Serotonin kicks like those are always appreciated.

The dynamic between the protagonists is also really fun, Ron's shenanigans never getting old. Totomaru might not be having the time of his life, but I sure am!

If you're a fan of these kind of shows, then I totally recommend! If you're tired of the same scheme over and over again, maybe not so much. Would be nice if you'd give it a try, though!

Kanojo mo Kanojo Season 2

Comedy, Ecchi, Romance, Slice of Life // ☆☆☆¼

After their hot springs trip, Naoya continues his relationships with both Saki and Nagisa. Alongside Milika and Shino, they embark on a summer vacation full of romance with a fireworks festival, camping, and Okinawa. Chaos ensured.

There are not many series that touch upon polyamory which saddens me to a fault. The closest to this concept would be harem series, but a polyamorous relationship should never be a competition to see which whom does your "shared partner" choose to spend the rest of their life with.

While KanoKano isn't the best representation of this type of relationships (Saki often feeling like she's competing against Nagisa), it's not a bad series? Or, at least, not that bad. Rather decent, actually.

It's not boring, although it isn't the most entertaining series either. If I had to decide between KanoKano and any other series that touches upon polyamory (even if they do it with the tip of a stick, miles apart of the concept), I would probably go for Hamefura's canonical (albeit not in the way I would like it to be) Katarina fan club.

I just feel something's... wrong, you know. I get Naoya loves them both and that, in theory, both of them understand that, but I can't help feeling uncomfortable when Saki mentions this supposed competition the girls have (and the way they treat polyamory as "two timing" when that would imply it wasn't consensual?).

Besides that, it's a decent series to watch whenever you're bored. Not a masterpiece, but is not like it's trying to be one.

UPDATE: Rating has been lowered to ☆ as of 11/10/23. Visit the reblog section for more.

Kimi no Koto ga Dai Dai Dai Dai Daisuki na 100-nin no Kanojo

Comedy, Romance // ☆☆☆☆

Rentarou has been rejected a total of 100 times throught his entire life. Is when he visits a shrine and prays for better luck when he meets the God of Love. He reveals to Rentarou that he'll get to date 100 women in the foreseeable future. The catch is, once he meets them they must happily love each other. Otherwise, they'll die. What will be of Rentarou and his 100 girlfriends during high school?

He has arrived. The man, the legend. The harem protagonist of all harem protagonists.

Rentarou Aijou has arrived, and he's here to make you and your wife part of his loveable and excessively numerous family.

As I mentioned when talking about KanoKano, I've been looking for series that touch upon polyamory. And if you're like me, then you've just hit the jackpot!

While I'm conscious 100Kano is a parody of harem series and was never meant to be taken seriously, the way none of these girls are competing for the protagonist's exclusive love is refreshing. They're actually a pretty big family, always supportive of each other and down to give each other a hand or two (or twenty, if needed). They'll do anything they can to make their boyfriend the happiest man alive, and so will he with them.

There're no favoritisms whatsoever. Such concept as "the first one to arrive gets to win" does not exist in his agenda. In Rentarou (and every single one of his girlfriends)'s mind, everyone wins because everyone is his favorite.

An excellent series to watch by yourself or with your pals in case you're looking for something silly and easy to digest.

Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

Drama, Mystery // ☆☆☆☆¼

CW: infant death, classism, self-harm, kidnapping

Maomao lived a peaceful life with her apothecary father. Until one day, she’s sold as a lowly servant to the emperor’s palace. When rumours about imperial heirs falling ill surfaces, she puts her knowledge in medicinal herbs and poison to good use and finds a cure. It's then when she catches the eye of Jinshi, a handsome palace official who promotes her. The series follows Maomao as she solves numerous mysteries.

I can't explain just how excited I was for this one. As I said before, I love mysteries, but I also really like historical series. So when you mix both genres, you get characters who try to solve various cases with only the means they had yesterday.

Besides the art being drop dead gorgeous (alongside every single lady who makes an appearance in the story), the story is engaging and so much fun. The episodes are already a bit shorter than usual (albeit not for much, it's just me being petty), but the way everything develops makes it feel like they last no more than five minutes.

And Maomao—God Maomao! She's one of the best female main characters I've seen as of recently. She's not lacking personality—she actually has way too much, and I love that. She's so clever and capable at what she does, I bet it'd be so much fun to just stare at her as she picks different herbs or just stays still for hours, trapped in her thoughts.

I'm a sucker for good relationship dynamics and the one between Maomao and Jinshi is just *chef's kiss* exquisit. The way he's constantly trying to seduce her and she just stares at him in apathy or disgust (bonus for when she brushes off the places where he'd placed his hand on) are golden. I also love how what started as teasing and doubt about the other's true intentions morphs into genuine interest and maybe, just maybe, a tiny itty crush.

A pretty strong contestant for anime of the year, in my opinion.

Megumi no Daigo: Kyuukoku no Orange

Action, Drama // ☆☆☆½

The series follows three young firefighters who share the same goal—becoming members of the special rescue corps known as "Orange". We'll follow them from their early training days to the day they face the crisis that'll push Japan at the brink of collapsing.

I don't know about you, but I've never seen a series focused on firefighters. Yes, I know about Promare and Fire Force, but those aren't "real" firefighters, if you know what I mean.

Where's their daily life at the station, their training—just everything that comes with being one of them? I don't want flashy fight scenes against angsty twinks, I want to see people getting rescued from collapsed buildings and cats getting saved from trees.

Along with interesting characters and tense situations, all these making it difficult for you to not empatize with, Megumi no Daigo is here to bring us a peek on how the real deal is—with both the good, the bad and the ugly.

This anime is confirmed to be the prequel to a movie released in the 90's, so there's even more content in case you're interested!

Migi to Dali

Comedy, Drama, Mystery, Slice of Life // ☆☆☆

Twin brothers Migi and Dali pretend to be the Sonoyama's adoptive son, Hitori, in order to find out the truth behind their mother's death.

CW: (prepare your bingo cards) *inhales* forced non-sexual infantilization, forced partial nudity, forced non-sexual pet play, bullying, implied murder, classism, forced eating, non-sexual groping, surveillance, invasion of privacy, kidnapping and imprisonment. ~95% of these happen to a minor, so yeah.

While the main focus of the first two episodes was the comedy (it's still present in the rest of the series, just not as much), I didn't find it especially hilarious? It does give off Sakamoto vibes at times, but it never makes me laugh as much as the author's previous work did.

The mystery is still there, thought, and that's what keeps me coming back. The suspense surronding the twins' mother's passing is engaging, you genuinely want to find out what happened there and how the place where they've moved and its habitants are involved in the case.

Now, as I mentioned before this anime is disturbing and thus can be highly triggering for some. So please beware before giving it a chance.

Overtake!

Drama, Sports // ☆☆☆¾

Kouya is a professional photographer who, due to past circumstances, gave up his passion for taking pictures of people. But his fate changes the day he meets Komaki Motors, a family-run shop that regularly competes in F4 along with their only racer, Haruka.

CW: implied death (car accident)

Sports anime of the season, let's go! This time, about car racing. Never watched an anime like this one before, although I know Initial D is out there. I just haven't watched it... yet.

To be honest, I didn't expect to connect with the characters to this level. I got hooked to the story from day one and has been like that ever since.

The story is fun, the races will have you at the edge of your seat while cheering for your favorite team.

Because yes, I think the rival team can also be cheered on! Maybe their main face might not be the bestest guy, but Toshiki does deserve everything in this world and so much more.

And when it comes to the drama, it never comes out as over the top. Every single reason for them thinking, responding or acting the way they do makes total sense given their past ciscumstances.

Speaking of the characters, everyone here has enough personality to be separated from the rest: Haruka's overachieving and at times harsh demeanor makes a good contrast with Koutaro's more calm and playful behavior. And while Satsuki's charismatic, conceited and women-loving persona might be a pain for many, Toshiki serves as a good companion with his serious and ambitions being. And I could mention the adults, but I think you catch my vibe.

I so recommend this one!

Seijo no Maryoku wa Bannou desu Season 2

Fantasy, Romance, Slice of Life // ☆☆☆½

We follow Sei, an office worker in her twenties who was suddenly summoned to another world as a "Saint". Taking advantage of her natural love of plants, she started working at a medicinal plant research institute. We also get to meet Albert Hawke, with whom she's more than friends but less than lovers.

Season two arrived and I have yet to rewatch the first one, although I think it might be a little too late for that.

Don't go into it expecting a wonderful series because it is not (or, at least, it isn't for me). It's a pretty neat feel good series, but definitely nothing out of the ordinary. Just nice people living their lives.

Sei and Albert's relationship is as wholesome as always, I appreciate them taking their time and not rushing into making things official. It feels, I don't know... adult.

There's literally not much I can say about this one other than I would recommend for those who are looking for a nice and relaxing shoujo.

Shangri-La Frontier

Action, Adventure, Comedy, Fantasy, Sci-Fi // ☆☆☆¾

Rakuro is a "crap-game hunter"—a strong aficionado to clearing buggy and just straight up bad titles that aren't even compatible with the now more frequently used VR technology. The game he's chosen to tackle next is the widely aclaimed "Shangri-La Frontier" that counts with thirty million players and counting. Little did he know this decision would change his fate alongside with many other players he meets along the way!

I can barely count the times I had this much fun while watching a series, and I can count even less the occasions where a gaming-inspired anime made me feel this great!

I've found myself dumbfounded so many times at just how detailed Shangri-La Frontier is. It's obvious there was research behind it, the author's a straight up legend for dedicating so much time and passion to something others would've easily disregarded as another basic, boring ass medieval-inspired MMORPG.

The level of character customization (you can even modify their origins like ‼), the many monsters you find along the way, and tons of easter eggs that players have yet to find in their entirety! It's my first time saying this when it comes to gaming-centered anime, but holy hell I wished this game existed IRL!

And honestly, I identify with Rakuro a bit too much when it comes to enjoying crap. In his case, are bad games. In mine, bad anime. I would love to have a chat with him and share our experiences and disgraces that come with this harsh hobby.

SHY

Action, Drama // ☆☆☆½

When we needed them the most, they appeared! As we were on the brink of World War Three, individuals with superpowers appeared all around the planet with the only mission to mantain peace. They would eventually become symbols of their nations, their presence being enough to lower the crime rates. Teru, most known as Shy, is Japan's heroine. When a mysterious and menacing association called Amalareiks surfaces, Shy must join forces with her fellow superheroes to stop their plans, all while dealing with her shyness and, overall, her teenage life.

CW: violence, death, self hatred, intrusive thoughts

Would it be cool to call it the more mature version of Boku no Hero Academia?

I had the manga for this series on my pending list for a while and when I saw an anime adaptation was coming out, not gonna lie, I got quite excited.

Now, I have to admit it's not one of my favorite series this season. It might be the pacing that sometimes gives me the feeling the episodes are, although just a little bit, longer than they actually are.

I love the concept and how it's executed, I really like the characters and the setting in which they're established. The drama they all have feels realistic and you can easily empathise with them. In my case, Teru's constant conflict with herself hit a little bit too close to home.

I would recommend it to those who're looking for a more mature series while also wanting to watch shounen-esque scenarios.

Sousou no Frieren

Adventure, Drama, Fantasy // ☆☆☆☆½

The adventure's over. The Demon King has successfully been defeated and thus Frieren and her fellow adventurers make their way back home. Now a highly regarded mage, she goes back to her slow-paced life only to realize years later, while attending Himmel's funeral, how short human's life expectancy is when compared with her own near inmortality. Frieren then makes the decision to begin a new adventure in the search of new absurd spells and friends alongside whom she expects to understand what life means to them and just how impactful can be what she perceives as nothing more than an instant.

CW: death, grief, mild violence

Oh Lord, this one's painful. I've no idea how they managed to do it, but they got me attached to the hero's party so quickly and so deeply this crap had already scarred me on episode one.

This story's gorgeous, I don't think I have to explain myself on that. Besides the more than stunning art, animation and music that acompannies us during the entirety of Frieren's self-discovery adventure, the slow pace and quiet moments are quite the delight.

The characters we meet along the way are also fantastic, written with such love, thought and care behind you'll fall for them in no time.

I truly don't want to talk much about it since I think this is an experience that one must live for themselves, but trust me when I tell you this is something you'll never forget.

SPY×FAMILY Season 2

Action, Comedy, Slice of Life, Supernatural // ☆☆☆☆

The same as season one, only that now the family's heading on a cruise ship expedition!

I don't think there's much I can say about this one? The second season's been giving the same vibes I got from the first one, so a wholesome, found family-centered comedic slice of life about three persons who don't know each other at all and do their best so that situation never changes.

Anya keeps on being the chaotic menace she has been from day one, Yor is still one of the best mothers ever alongside a woman I would never dare look for a fight against, and Loid keeps on repeating his more than iconic mantra as he unsuspectingly falls asleep while dreaming about certain woman surrounded by a zillion flowers.

But, you know, anything for the mission.

When it comes to the upcoming arc, I'm excited for seeing Yor at work! Been dying to get anything like this, and I'm so glad my prayers have been heard.

Undead Unluck

Action, Comedy, Sci-Fi, Supernatural // ☆☆☆¾

All Fuuko wants is a passionate romance like the one in her favorite shoujo manga. Sadly, her Unluck ability deems this dream impossible. But that anguish will have to wait because Andy, someone with the Undead ability, takes her as his test subject to see if, thanks to her misfortune, he can finally rest in peace. It seems peace has never been an option, though, because certain secret organization has begun chasing after them.

CW: not-quite-concenting groping

If I took my sweet time to start watching this series was mainly because, for some hell of a reason, it gave me big Mashle vibes. Don't ask, I just thought the comedy would be similar. And since my humble opinion on Harry Potter 2.0 is that it has its humour stuck up its ass, you might understand I gave an olympic jump over Undead Unluck.

But then I decided to give it a chance and man, Mashle would never!

Not the funniest series I've watched, but I appreciate the multiple laughs it gave me.

Now, what I do not appreciate are the various groping scenes. If Fuuko were to consent all of those, then cool. Who am I to judge whatever two consenting adults (Fuuko's 20+, right?) do with their lives and bodies? The thing is, not every groping is consented by her, especially at the beggining. So yeah, beware of that.

Putting that aside, the characters are pretty cool and so much fun to see fighting or just interacting with each other. The ability system the series has is rather interesting, would love to learn more about it.

Watashi no Oshi wa Akuyaku Reijou

Comedy, Fantasy, Romance // ☆☆☆½

We've heard this story before: girl reincarnates into her favorite otome game and, since she knows her way down every route, she gets to win over her favorite bachelor. Only that, this time, it might not be as predictable. After all, who knows what's truly inside Rae Taylor's mind? Claire François for sure doesn't, especially now that she's going after her—the game's villainess!

CW: discussions of homophobia, classism, rae can be creepy at times

In the words of @arataka-reigen, “This anime is like if Maria from Hamefura was the one who got isekai'd and then fell in love with OG Katarina”. Couldn't say it better, pal.

While this series is not one of my favorites this season, the characters not going right down my alley and the pacing not being the best, I truly appreciate the cafeteria scene. I've never seen such a discussion over diverse sexualities adn homophobia in an anime before, and I can only clap to that.

And not only that, but it seems like it's going down a rather... interesting path. I mean, the whole classism that's present during the series, the "commoner" students' complains, the game's title being "Revolution"... I smell something nice.

Yuzuki-san Chi no Yon Kyoudai

Comedy, Drama, Slice of life // ☆☆☆¾

From the day the Yuzuki brothers lost both their parents, Hayato never stopped taking care of his little siblings, making sure all their needs are met and nothing's lacking. They share tears, laughter, and a specially unbreakeable bond.

I've no idea what might be the reason, but all these stories about family (whether related by blood or not being quite irrelevant) alongside the others where they include and/or center around pets are my weakness.

The four brothers feel like actual humans beings, their dramatic and joyful moments in life will definitely take you for a ride althought, admitely, it might not be the most intense one.

Hayato would do literally anything for his family and, honestly, same. Both Mikoto, Minato, and Gakuto are downright adorable and would love to pinch every single one of those cheeks like there's no tomorrow.

If a cutsie family-center slice of life it's what you're looking for, look no further. But if what you want is a drama in general, then I would recommend Frieren first.

If you reached the end, thank you so much for reading! I literally stayed up til 2 AM to finish writing this (and I didn't even include the titles I dropped), so yeah. Highly appreciate!

#sousou no frieren #undead unluck #100kano #kusuriya no hitorigoto #dr stone #spy x family #kanojo mo kanojo #shangri la frontier #watashi no oshi wa akuyaku reijou #shy anime #migi to dali #overtake anime #kamierabi #yuzuki san chi no yon kyoudai #megumi no daigo #hametsu no oukoku #atarashii joushi wa do tennen #hikikomari kyuuketsuki no monmon #kamonohashi ron no kindan suiri #long post #fall 2023

[brinxxxx]

A Bang Chan FF (content warning 18+!!) (smut)

Whipped For You:

Chapter 5: The Mental Breakdown

Y/N POV:

I started to get ready. Wearing a tight black shirt ish dress. Nothing too revealing. It's not just me and chan at this dinner. It was was enough for him to double take. I were Smokey eye makeup with a red lip stick to match. Gold jewellery and black heels. A bag to match.

The door goes and it's Chan picking me up. I open the door to see his jaw drop at the site of me. I will admit his outfit was just as stunning. He really scrubbbed up well. Like he always does.

"Chan. Earth to Chan...?"

No response. I have an idea. I lean closer to him. Going to his ear and whisper "wakey wakey daddy" that brought him back. I giggle at his reaction, his face red like a tomato. Suddenly he forgets how to talk or breath as he chocked as I left his proximity. "We, we should get going...sh-shall we"

I loved every minute of flustering him. I can't wait to do it more. Payback. Karma. I lock up and head to his car as he opens the door for me like a gentleman he is. "Y/N you do look beautiful..."

"Thanks Mr Bang..."

"Y/N. I've told you. It's chan. Only during business call me Mr Bang. Okay?" He spoke so softly. It was dreamy. We sat in comfortable silence. It was nice.

We eventually got to this fancy looking restaurant. It was huge, they had vallet parking it was that fancy. We got in and was greeted with the other boss' s of the company.

Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung, Lee Felix, Kim Seungmin and Yang Jeongin. JYP was meant to join but he had an emergency meeting so he couldn't make it. Even thought I was older than 4 of the bosses doesn't mean I wasn't terrified of them. Changbin was just older than me by 5 months. He loved reminding me when I worked for him.

We sat down enjoying each others company. Chatting amongst ourselves I feel someone staring at me right across the table. Chan. He didn't like how flirty chat I was doing with Minho. Infact I enjoyed it. Minho has a wife but always has flirty jokes and he knows me well enough that I can take them I could feel Chan's jealous glare between me and Minho. In fact he interrupted my conversation.

"Don't you have a wife Minho? Watch what you're doing..."

"Yeah chan. I do. It's harmless jokes. It's all friendly. Don't worry. Why would you care. She ain't yours. You've got your fiancé...no!?"

"You know my situation with my...partner. So don't even start!"

"Yes. Yes. You 'love of your life' isn't actually it. Are you still holding out for 'the one'? You better hurry up...before you know you'll be stuck with the wicked witch of the west..."

"You never I may have found her. How will you know? You know me. I like to keep my life private."

"You mean you're life so private you're supposed fiancé talks shit about you to the press? She's exposed so much shit about you. Heck she even said youve had an affair recently!"

Everyone went silent. Chan started laughing. "Well, she's talking shit. I haven't made a move on the person in mind. Let alone had an affair. She's found her person yet I'm getting the brunt for not able to find mine. I haven't seen any articles about this? Where are you hearing about this...?"

"Here...it's on Dispatch. See? She's mocking you. She's talks about how you sensitive you are in bed whil she sits and fakes it till your done. She even talks about your close relationship with...Y/N!?"

Everyone looks at you. You some how manage to perk up the courage to talk. "I'm close with all of you? I've worked hard since day one and always had a good work relationship with you all? I've never crossed any lines or done anything wrong in my line of work? I swear."

"Oh don't worry Y/N. We know you wouldn't do such a thing and plus even if you did who's to say we would sell out Chan Hyung and you? We may be your boss and yeah we work with a Chan Hyung but we are a close net family. Secrets are always kept with us. Don't stress...now shall we talk about something else? This conversation seems to be very dull...Y/N...how's is your Love Life?"- Seungmin wiggles his eyebrows about his question.

Ugh. That dreaded question. I hate being asked that. Not like I have much going on. The closest thing I had was that moment in Chan's office or at my house earlier. I spaced out thinking about that moment. I was getting really hot thinking about it and it didn't help he was right across from me gazing at me like I'm gonna be his last meal... god I want him so bad. No. I can't. I have to stay strong.

"Ughhhm love life...? Don't have one. I'm sorry very boring. All I do is work, eat, sleep and repeat. I don't do much else... I started going to the gym recently. I liked my PT he's kinda cute. Very supportive in what my image is. He asked me out but I declined. I don't like dates, don't like dating..."

"So you're telling us...you've e had NO action for what like...months? Jesus. How you handling it solo...?" - Felix gives a wink. Knowing what he meant I choked on my drink. The cheeky bastard. What's with these guys and wanting to talk about my love life or sex life? They aren't my friends. I mean yeah we have great chat and banter but we aren't that close. Bare in mind these are MEN. I froze thinking about the moment again. My eye darted to Chan. He kinda got my message. He nods at me.

"I mean I have a very good imagination so I've managed just fine guys. Don't worry. Haha well excuse me I need to go to the ladies room."

I exit swiftly and run to the girls room. Feeling very hot and bothered. I hear chan saying he and Minho were going out for a smoke so I'm glad he wouldn't be there for when I returned. However as soon as I opened the door to go back, Chan was there standing in front of it. As if he was about to walk in...?

"Chan? This is the ladies room?"

"Yeah I know I just had to do this..."

He grabs me passionately and kisses me. Closing the door behind him and pulled me into a stall. The sub side of me started coming out. Allowing Chan to take control and do whatever he wanted. "Are you okay with this...?"

"What about your fiancé..."

"What about her..."

"Chan. She's here. I saw her in the toilet before I left..."

"Fuck it. I want YOU. Not her. Now...does this baby girl want to be good and get treated...?"

"Yes...daddy"

#stray kids #bang chan #christopher bang #bangchan x reader #skz x reader #skz fanfic #skz smut #bang chan smut

[12romy]

Hi Romy

This request is so random & slightly chaotic and I’m not sure if you still doing one-shots & requests but here goes nothing…

I have a one-shot prompt. 

Imagine Lewis & Charles are secretly married and they have a baby/young child (probably around 2/3 so that it corresponds with Charles age) who decided that after both his dads got a podium he wanted to be their to see them in the podium and with his granddad Anthony he run to them at parc ferme with no regards to the fact that their family dynamic is a secret🙃😅

Hi Anon!!!! What a lovely ask, thank you so much!!! I had so much fun writing this one ❤️❤️❤️

I ended up making it a slightly future fic, so this happens in 2027!

chewis kid fic/coming out~

Enjoy ^^

The second Charles took off his helmet, he heard a very familiar voice calling him, and for a second, his brain couldn't compute hearing his son scream "Papa" and standing in the parc ferme. Those were two elements that should never have met.

He snapped his head toward the voice and saw his son slip easily through the barriers and run toward him. He crouched down to catch the small kid running to him and stood up again with him secured in his arms.

"Leon, what are you doing here?" he exclaimed, finally taking in all the cameras aimed at them.

Well, fuck.

"You won!" his son exclaimed cheerfully as if it explained everything.

"And where's Grandpa? Did you run off? He must be so worried!"

Leon wasn't paying attention, however. Lewis had just popped into sight, taking off his helmet, and Charles didn't have time to do anything before Leon yelled a loud "Daddy!" extending his arms toward his father.

Lewis, just like Charles, needed a double take.

"Papa beat you!" Leon continued cheerfully as Lewis got close. Charles exchanged a worried look with him, and Lewis gave a powerless shrug.

"Yes, he did," he said, a soft smile on his lips as he looked at Charles before sobering up. "Leon, what did we say about the cameras?"

"Hmmmm, stay away?" the little boy tried with a small voice, burying his face against Charles' neck to hide from the scolding tone of his father.

"Exactly, you have to stay away from the cameras, buddy," Lewis continued, trying not to sound too stressed.

The crowd was getting agitated, and Charles could tell Lewis was losing patience.

"I swear, he gets that from you," Lewis continued to rant. "Always so reckless!"

"What?" Charles frowned. "Yeah well, your dad was supposed to look after him!"

"Don't drag my dad into this because your son-"

"My son? Oh yeah, sure, he's my son when he's misbehaving, but he's your son when he wins his first karting race? Remind me who said he could ask for whatever he wanted as a reward. I was against taking him here today!"

"I promised! I couldn't break a promise, and it's Silverstone, it's his favourite race! And you know he's been dying to come for ages-"

"Papa, Daddy, don't fight!" Leon cried out, sobbing, which was terribly efficient in shutting them both up.

"Oh, hey, no, mon coeur, don't cry!" Charles exclaimed. "Shh, it's okay, this is just a bit of a stressful moment..."

Lewis had stepped closer to embrace them both and calm their son. Charles noted distractingly that the crowd was going wild, but from the sound of it, they seemed to be cheering rather than booing. 

"Sorry for shouting, little one..." Lewis mumbled.

"I'm not little," he sniffled. "I'm four and a half, I'm big! Lila is the baby, not me!"

"Sorry, I know," Lewis chuckled, kissing the top of his head and his dark curls. "My big boy."

"At least, Lila is not running around the paddock, spilling our family secret," Charles rolled his eyes.

"Papa, you're silly! Lila can't walk yet," Leon giggled, correcting him.

His dimples were showing.

Someone cleared his throat behind them, and they turned to find themselves facing Nico Rosberg and Arthur Leclerc.

"Tonton!" Leon exclaimed, switching to French, wriggling out of Charles' arms to run to Arthur.

"Alaïa was very sad not to be able to babysit you this weekend," Nico said gently, ruffling his hair. Leon took a sad expression - he had a cute little crush on the teenage girl, something that Charles found hilarious, and Lewis, absolutely dreadful.

"I'm still waiting for you to congratulate me on my podium, you little monster! " Arthur smiled, scooping him up in his arms, and Leon kissed his cheek. "How about we let your dads do their interviews, huh? Bet they have a loooot of things to say."

Charles sighed. It really wasn't how they had planned on coming out - actually, they hadn't planned anything, assuming they would take care of it once they'd both retired.

"Fine," he grumbled and snatched the mic from this brother's hand.

"Let's just do this one together," Lewis said, getting closer to Charles and putting a hand around his waist. Charles blushed, unused to the PDA after years of hiding - and despite eight years of marriage, he was still sensitive to every little attention from Lewis.

Nico's blinding smile was slightly unnerving. He was awfully smug to be the one to conduct that particular interview.

Charles smiled the entire time. Now they would be able to wear their rings without hiding.

#chewis #f1 rpf #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc #kid fic #future fic #coming out #my writing

[funky-fox-fics]

prompt: scar successfully scamming someone in the stupidest way possible

Obviously, the third thing Scar does after--you know--is try to sell Cleo Tilly's ashes.

Well, the first thing he does is change out of his ragged cloak. The Boogeyblooms have wilted entirely, their red hues faded and grayed, and the blue-black fabric is nicked and slashed. He straightens it out, dusts off the ash and dirt and body-bits that mortals typically had, and sighs as Jellie leaps onto the table to roll on it.

The second thing he does is grab a box. He puts a bit of gunpowder in there--you've got to have some weight to the thing, or it won't sell well--and he drops it in his inventory. Jellie meows, rubs against his leg--Scar's back in his Imagineer suit, and it smells crisp and warm and nothing like the musty winds of--you know.

The third thing he does is go to the Shopping District to announce his return from--well, you know.

"Cleo!" Scar chirps as he glimpses her, probably doing some last-minute shopping--when did he pop back in? Come to think of it, how long had the Watchers kept him in their purgatory? He'll need to check. "Cleo, oh my goodness, you have no idea how good it is to see colors again!"

"Oh, hey Scar," they call back--then, they do a double take, jolting and staring him straight in the eyes. "Wait, Scar?"

"In the flesh!" Scar does a mock bow. "Alright, so. What day is it?"

"Scar," Cleo says, eyes narrowing. "Scar, you won--" you know, "--you're not supposed to be here yet, you're sup--"

"The date?" Scar tilts his head expectantly.

"I--" Cleo wrinkles their nose. "You have a Comm too, I suppose, why not check it yourself?"

Scar shifts. "Let's say I forgot it in Scarland," he lies. "What's the date?"

She glances at her Comm, glances back up. "The eighteenth," she says. "A Monday. Is this... why don't you have your Comm, Scar?" She crosses her arms.

"I told you! I left it at Scarland!" Only three days? Feels like it's been much longer. Watchers must have time... shrinkage? Wrinkling? Dilation? Watchers must be able to control time or something. "Anyways, want Tilly's ashes?"

Cleo stares at him. "I don't believe you," she states.

"No, no! I have her ashes!" Scar summons the box with a flick of the wrist and then hands it to them. "See?"

"This isn't--" Cleo shakes the box. "That isn't what I meant, Scar. I meant--"

"For the low, low price of a stack of diamonds, you can get your hands on this priceless artifact!" Scar takes it back and brushes the lid. "Tilly's ashes, tried and true!"

"Scar, I don't want Tilly's ashes." Cleo's gaze flicks between the box and his gaze. "Why would you--I barely knew Tilly before Martyn decided to make it a thing, and why did winning--Grian didn't--how did you lose your Comm when you won--"

"I heard you run a museum!" Scar smiles, a winning grin that he learned from the Vex (not Cub, because Cub is bad at smiling). "And wouldn't Tilly--the vicious dog herself--wouldn't her cremated remains be the ultimate exhibit or something, I don't know how museums work?" Scar tilts the box so light flashes off the intricate gold designs on the chestnut wood.

"That doesn't--Scar, that's not--firstly, I'm not going to buy Tilly's remains, it's not--" you know, "anymore, and secondly, that's not my--stop dodging my questions, Scar."

"Well, that's a shame," Scar says. "They're authentic! I swear! I wouldn't sell you Tilly's fake remains, now would I?"

"You absolutely would," Cleo replies without missing a beat. "Where's your Comm?"

"You have no faith in me," Scar says, and then, "Look, I'll give you a deal--the entire box for 32 diamonds! What a steal!"

Cleo searches him, looks him up and down--she's a little scary, to be honest, her hair still coral snakes and her eyes still golden and sharp. (She's not human anymore, though, which is the scariest thing Scar has ever seen. Cleo's always been a zombie to him, never human, and--)

There's a whizz of rockets overhead, and Scar glances upward just in time to see Tango land with a stumble and a curse.

"Tango!" Scar calls, sidestepping Cleo and approaching the blazeborn. "Tango, good buddy, old pal, want to buy Tilly's ashes?"

Tango whips toward him. His expression resembles a deer in headlights. "Oh, hi Scar," he says, backing away slowly, gaze flicking between Cleo and Scar and the sky. "Hi there. Um. Hi. Yeah, hi."

"That's no way to greet a friend!" Scar takes Tango's hand--cold as ice, spiderwebbed with frost at the tips--and shakes it with a warm grin. "Come on, now, don't you want Tilly's ashes?"

"Not particularly?" Tango presses his back against a wall, and then glances over to Cleo. "Uh, I bet--I bet Cleo would love to buy some! Yep! She definitely would!"

They shake their head. "He's already tried to scam me once--"

"Well, I mean, I'm not gonna buy from someone who literally killed me--oh, hey, we can talk about that!" Tango brightens, steps to the side a little. "Yeah, you did, ah, you did kill me, you know."

"Such is the life of a Hotguy," Scar says with a melodramatic sigh. "It wasn't anything personal! Probably. Might've been. I kill a lot of people."

"No, I mean during--" you know, "when you, uh, you broke the block beneath me--I thought we were cool! I thought we were cool, dude." Tango's tail whips. "So, yeah, actually let's talk about that."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, are you sure you don't want Tilly's remains?" He shakes the box, and the gunpowder shifts and settles within. "Once in a lifetime deal, I tell you! Only a stack of diamonds for these completely authentic remains!"

"I don't want her--that was two seasons ago, Scar, I don't want Pearl's dog's corpse--ashes--whatever. Remains. I want to--why'd you do it, huh?" Tango puts his hands on his hips. "I thought we were good! I thought, hey, maybe we can make up, we can burn down the wool earth, I'm lighting the thing on fire, next thing I know? Dead! It's not even--I thought we were good!"

"You aren't getting this anywhere else, by the way," Scar says. "I got it straight from Martyn, trust me!"

"You might find I don't trust you, actually." Tango sidesteps him and steps into the street. "After that whole--I thought--do you even care? Cleo told me you won, did you win? Was it fun? I bet it was fun." His tone is bitter and sharp. "I bet it was fun, killing everyone, watching everyone die--hey, how far did Gem get?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Scar says. "Tilly's ashes? Come on, I thought you loved gambling! You can--hey, I bet Zedaph doesn't have this in his Hall of Everything thingy!"

"He's not--" Tango stares at the ashes. "How much would it take for you to start talking about--" you know?

"About what?"

You know.

"Sixty-four diamonds." Scar grins and holds out the box. "Here, you can shake it, it's authentic."

From somewhere above him, more rockets. Ah, Cleo must be leaving, Scar thinks, turning around and giving the box to Tango to wave goodbye.

Pearl alights on the street, her elytra flickering back into code as soon as she's on the ground.

The prime customer! Scar thinks, and he snatches back the box from Tango and marches up to Pearl. "Hello, Pearl! Might I interest you in a deal this fine--" He glances up; the weather's cloudy and gray. "This cloudy day?"

"Wait, hold on, wait," Pearl says, eyes clouding. She flicks a glance to Cleo and Tango, pointedly does not look Scar in the eye--must be a Watcher thing--

(There are four of them, standing around a table, solemn, silent. Grian's hands are clasped. Their eyes are closed, but they are watching him, but they are watching him, but they are watching him still.)

--which Scar does not get at all. He's not very good with these kinds of things, these social intricacies, and Hermitcraft kinda erodes all that, what with all these fantastical cryptids that don't really care for strict Vex customs or elaborate catsfolk rituals. They have their own rites, their own rules, their own culture made up of a hundred others, and that one, Scar knows well.

"Don't trust him," Cleo cautions. They've always been intense, and Scar feels like he's being--

(When Grian reaches to take his hand, Scar pulls away, and their fingertips only brush. Even that brief contact hurts. His hand is fire, bright and hot, burning his hand. He hisses, and none of them open their eyes.)

--bored through.

"I don't, I was in Boatem," Pearl says, and she glances back at him. "I know a scammer when I see one."

"No, I mean--it's not just that, I trust we all know Scar's antics by now, but." Cleo looks at Tango, then Scar, then meets Pearl's gaze. "He doesn't remember--"

(They do not speak, but Scar knows that they tell him to forget. He will not remember anything that transpired. They tell him that he is one of them now, and there is no way to change that. Scar thinks that's pretty rude, actually. He should've at least gotten a warning or something.)

you know.

Pearl's eyes widen, and then she stares at Scar. "You mean--" she begins, and then-- "Hold on, Scar, what--"

"Do you want it?" Scar traces the markings on the lid, chilling gold and smooth wood, and inside the gunpowder shifts and settles. "You haven't even heard what it is yet!"

"Scar, I--" Pearl stammers. "Scar, you're--do you really not--"

"It's Tilly's ashes," Scar chirps.

Pearl stiffens, ears pricking, eyes gaining a dangerous glitter. "Tilly's ashes?" she echoes, seemingly forgetting before--

(And Scar protests, in not-quite-words, and pulls away. For the first time, Pearl seems to stir, but nothing comes of it. Grian tells him--there is no way out that does not end in blissful forgetting. And that is when Scar realizes that there is definitely a way out that does not end in forgetting.)

--in favor of inquiring about the thing Scar actually wants her to buy. Like the ashes.

"Yep!" Scar smiles again--Cleo watches from the side as Tango takes off. No time to say goodbye--Pearl's full attention is a thing you don't get very often, and boy is Scar going to take advantage! "True and trusted!"

"How did you--" Pearl takes the offered box, tilts it, listens intently as the gunpowder shifts within. "Martyn wasn't--you're a madman, Scar, you're--"

(Scar's gaze flicks around the not-room, around the winners encircling the table, at the walls that only appear if he glances at them. Something tickles the back of his mind--only material when you look at them. Only material when you look at them. He looks behind--a wall, solid and stone. He closes his eyes and steps backward into thin air.)

"--a madman. How did you even get this?"

"Oh, extortion, bribery, blackmail, that kind of thing, no need to get into the messy details! What matters is it costs a stack of diamonds, and, well! I'm sure you can fork up at least that for your beloved, passed pooch!"

"Don't do it, Pearl, I bet those aren't his real ashes," Cleo snaps. "I mean, it's not my fault if you get cheated, just saying, but I wouldn't do it if I were you."

"Oh, it'll be fine," Pearl says. "I've got lots of diamonds, what's the worst--"

(Behind him, he can hear them--Grian's steady wingbeats, Scott's repeated cries, the pawsteps of Pearl's dogs, Martyn's footsteps. He keeps his eyes screwed shut. There has to be an end. The way Grian had said it--there has to be. He will not take no for an answer.)

"--that can happen? Gem berates me? Besides--" and here her expression softens-- "I trust Scar. Probably a pretty bad thing to do, but... he did win--" you know. "I wouldn't put it past him to nab Tilly's ashes for diamonds. Even if it is a little--lot overpriced. I want Tilly back, Cleo."

"I know," Cleo says. "Fine, go ahead. I don't think I can stop you."

"Good!" Scar says, brightening. "So, let's get this straight--"

(He does not know how long he runs, nor how long he spent in that room, nor how long he spent dead, but suddenly there is grass beneath his feet and sunlight on his face and Jellie meowing in sharp surprise, and when he turns around and cracks open his eyes, there is only a ripple in the air to show he came from anywhere at all.)

"--I get a stack of diamonds, you get Tilly's ashes. No lies, no trickery, no loopholes. Got it?"

Pearl takes only a moment to think, and then she nods, sharp and final. "Deal."

"You're getting scammed," Cleo points out.

"Don't listen to her!" Scar says. "Now, the diamonds?"

"Actually, I think I'd like the ashes first." Pearl tilts her head, and a smile quirks her lips.

For a second, Scar weighs the options--getting the diamonds first and securing the deal, or risking losing his profit--and then decides to trust Pearl. She seems pretty trustworthy today, and if he loses this deal, she'll tell everyone--she's pretty good at that.

He hands her the box, and, wordlessly, she gives him the diamonds.

"So, just one itsy-bitsy note before you open that box and start doing whatever you want with Tilly's cremated remains." Scar readies an ender pearl in close reach, and Pearl glances up from the clasp that she's undoing.

"Hm?"

"I just wanted to say--" Wow, this is hard. Maybe this is a sign of respect in Watcher culture, staring your opponent head-on? There must be some, ah, cultural clash with races like the Vex, where staring at someone means you want to kill them. Scar gulps. Cultural clashes. Definitely. He takes out the ender pearl and rubs his fingers over the glossy surface.

"Say what?" Doubt seeps into Pearl's tone, and she furrows her brow and stares at him--thankfully, she doesn't seem to notice the pearl.

"I just wanted to say..." He inhales, exhales, glances behind him (solid land, good) and throws the ender pearl.

"Those aren't Tilly's ashes."

He's there long enough to see Pearl's expression switch from gleeful delight to stone-cold fury, and she bares her teeth in a snarl, and then the pearl breaks and Scar can hear her howl from a few chunks away.

I guess we're gonna find out how she won Double Life, Scar thinks, pocketing the diamonds and watching in awed terror as Pearl spins on her heel and takes out her axe.

She's terrifying, Scar thinks, and runs.

#this. um this is more angst than i expected but also scar scams pearl out of a stack of diamonds so it technically fits the prompt #also sorry if the writing is subpar i'm tired #hermitblr #hermitcraft #ficlet #russet’s writing #russet responds #pearlescentmoon #zombiecleo #gtwscar #tangotek #hermitfic

[blue-kyber]

My parents keep asking me why I'm not writing for a studio when I've written two books and multiple short stories.

I've told them the following:

A) I'm ADHD - really bad. I go from 0 interest in something to "OMG IT'S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT 247 to 0 interest with no guarantee I'll find interest in it again. Middle ground? Never met her.

B) Writing something I'm not interested in is WORK. And you know how ADHD people deal with being forced to do things we have no interest in. It's not whining or complaining. It's pain. We physically and literally do not have the neurotransmitters needed to force ourselves to do it without extreme mental and physical effort, and so much internal pain we want to tear our skin off. By the time we're done doing something that should be mundane, we want to cry and tell you where the rebel base is just to make it stop.

C) I suck at writing screen plays. They always turn into stories. Seriously. My current book, "Out There: The 1K" was originally supposed to be a series. I tried to write a screenplay. I swear to God I did.

D) .... I forgot.

E) I'm not that witty. I don't have the chops of a golden wordsmith who can come up with incredible lines of dialogue. I wish I had that kind of eloquent mind with a vocabulary that doesn't jump ship whenever I reach for multisyllabic words that I know exist in my brain somewhere among all these extra neurons and shit.

F) I remember now. I keep forgetting details.

G) I'm not a fast writer. I can't pump out content in a short period of time unless I'm balls-to-the-wall invested in it.

H) I suck at business and marketing. I'm the worldbuilder. I'm a hot dumpster fire owned by racoons who keeps losing her train of thought halfway through... Damn, this was supposed to be concise. See what I mean? It's just gone.

H) Got it back! I'm a hot dumpster fire owned by racoons regarding everything else.

I) Why is H in here twice? Oh well. Double H it is.

J) I only have an AA degree in general education, because my dumb, depressed, unmedicated and undiagnosed ADHD/autistic ass didn't have any motivation to do more than exist.

K) Homework and school was a nightmare. I boycotted homework in the 2nd grade and never faltered on my stance. School is for work. Home is for recovering from school. Little did I know that this powerful need to recharge after school was linked to being neurodivergent.

L) I did take film and screenwriting courses in college, and created projects. They were fun, and I had a good time coming up with stories, but those classes were not dripping with Bachelor Degree.

M) I wanted to get down to this letter. That's it. I wanted to reach M. So, I guess....

This post brought to you by the letter

M

#writing #I wish I was good enough to write for shows #I'm not part of the WGA. I can't afford their dues. But I would strike with the writers if I could. #This post is brought to you by the letter M

[kayhi808]

Billy Mine - Act 1.3

In the early evenings, before my curfew, Bill will come to visit me. It was easier this way. If he didn't visit me, I'd sneak out of the dorm to go find him. I had a knack of sneaking out of wherever I was supposed to be. Bill would call me an escape artist. Many nights, I'd end up in the boys dorm looking for Billy. I got in trouble a lot for that, but I didn't care.

Billy Mine is beautiful. He got more handsome as the years went by. Tall & lithe, thick dark hair, sharp cheekbones, a dimple in his chin & the darkest eyes. Most times, you'll find him scowling, but when he smiles at me, my chest used to expand like a balloon with all the love & adoration I had for him. I wasn't the only girl at the Home who found Billy beautiful. There were a lot of girls and I hated each & every one of them. They would try to use me to get to Billy. One girl, was jealous of the attention I got from Billy so I became her personal punching bag until Billy saw the bruises and marks she left on me.

I learned how to do a cartwheel, and needed to show Billy. "Watch me! You ain't looking!" I laughed as the world turned upside down. My shirt got loose & rose up revealing one of my bruises.

Bill does a double take, "Bunny? C'mere."

"No, watch me." I did another sad excuse of a cartwheel.

"Juliet! I said c'mere! NOW!" I jerk my head in his direction. He never used that tone with me. I hurry over & he holds my wrists, "Do you have a bruise on your tummy?"

"No," trying to tug my hand out of his grasp, but he won't let go.

"Bun, don't you dare lie to me. Did someone hurt you?" Billy was hurt badly by a bad man who visited the Home. I overheard people talking about him.

"No."

"Show me. I don't believe you." Bill folds his arms across his chest and we engage in a staring contest which I eventually lose because I can't stand the glare Billy is giving me. He bends over & reaches for the hem of my tshirt, "I'm going to take a little look, ok?" I let him look and hear him suck in air through his teeth. He looks down at me and I cry. I never seen him look so angry. Not like a regular mad. It was a scary mad. He closes his eyes and paces in front of me while I cry & he stops, "Bunny, can I see that again?" I nod. He looks at the bruise & traces his finger along it. "Does it still hurt you?"

"No."

He turns me around & lifts my shirt again to see more marks on my back. "Who did this? Who touched you?"

I turn back to him and I couldn't take his anger. I threw my arms around his neck & he picks me up & rocks me while he paces. "I love you, Billy. Don't be mad at me."

"I ain't mad at you." He sets me on my feet & grabs my shoulders, looking me straight in the eyes, "But Juliet, you can't ever, EVER lie to me again. You hear me? I ain't playing around. I'm dead serious"."

"I swear!" I hold out my pinky to him. He gives me a small smile and links his pinky with mine & I promise. He smiled at me so I know he truly isn't angry with me so I hug him again.

"You also need to tell me who did that to you."

"Carla. She likes you and wants me to give you her dumb notes. I told her no and now she don't like me. You're Billy Mine, not hers."

"Yea, Bun, I'm not hers," again with a soft smile. "Look, I gotta take you back early. There's something I need to do." Not wanting to get Billy more angry, I obey without making a fuss.

I don't know what Billy did to Carla, but she gave me a wide berth. She wouldn't even look at me anymore which was fine by me.

*****

Billy was always my hero. He loved me & looked after me. He was, to a naïve and stubborn 8 year old, Prince Charming. As in all fairy tales, it's not real. It always comes to an end. At that age I was clueless on the urges of horny 16 year old boys. Billy hadn't come by for my visit. I escaped the ward & went to look for Billy. Only to find him wrapped up in Jessica. The kisses I thought should have been mine when I was older, he gave freely away to her. Sweet words of love, calling her beautiful & his.

I look back on it now and I can laugh at it, but that night I was destroyed. I had thought my heart was irrevocably broken. My love, my dreams...shattered. For the past 5 years, I lived and breathed Billy Russo. I had been in love with him for more than half of my young life. Jessica was always sweet and nice to me, but I wanted to kill her.

I attacked them both. They were no match for a feral 8 year old. They were too concerned with covering up naked body parts and trying to prevent me from gouging his girlfriend's eyes out. "Stop it, Juliet! What the fuck are you doing?" Billy gave me a teeth rattling shake. I fell to the ground, kicking up into his groin. He dropped to his knees, incapacitated so I could make my escape.

I didn't want to stay at the Home any longer, but I couldn't run away. I had nowhere to go. Billy came looking for me, but I hid or avoided him. I felt a little joy seeing Jessica scratched up by my nails. She'd heal and be just as beautiful as she was before. I could always feel when Billy's eyes were on me or if he was near, my skin would break out in goose bumps. When I recognized that feeling, I knew to make myself scarce. He betrayed me and I wanted nothing to do with him.

I was determined to get out. Families wanted well-behaved children, so I became well-behaved. There was a couple that would frequently come to visit. Ms. Christina was my teacher when I first got there. She was always really nice. I like her. She recently started bringing her husband around. I never paid attention to them because I wanted to stay here with Billy. I wasn't tethered to him anymore. The next time they visited, I tried to pay attention & behave for them.

Patrick & Christina Ellis. I owe them so much. They changed my life. I would be nothing without them. Patrick was a Judge with the NY County Supreme Court which eventually lead him into politics. Christina was a school teacher. They weren't able to have any children of their own. I thank my lucky stars that they were ok with adopting an older child and they didn't want a baby. They started fostering me and then I got adopted. I went home with them & I never returned to Ray of Hope.

Billy was there the day I left. I felt him, but I refused to look at him. It helped that I was still so angry at him. Christina sat with me in the backseat of their car. I snuck a look once Patrick started driving away. Billy was standing at the side of the house watching me leave. Christina held me & let me cry. It was the last time I thought I'd ever see Billy Mine.

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11 @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers. @snowkestrel @terry2227 @ellooo0ooo

#billy russo #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine #teen billy russo #billy mine x bunny girl #billy mine

[msfbgraves]

i swear that TIG lowkey likes terry and daniel together lmao. just from some of the things he’s said in interviews or when asked to share his thoughts…he may not know what silverrusso is but he definitely has some ideas about them. maybe even feels. and not just that, but TIG’s acting choices concerning daniel even from kk3 have been highly suspicious. it got more subtle in CK but at the same time more sensual and more powerful?? every single scene they have together is charged with this wild energy that is barely restrained. the air cackles with electricity and terry channels this into every second he has with danny boy. amazing. ridiculous. outrageous chemistry.

I read tkk3 as maniac decides to seduce young teenager as revenge for hurting his own flame, falls in love at first glimpse (forget sight! He's already intrigued by his happily dancing shadow), doubles down on the seduction since the boy is into it (God he's pretty), gets unexpectedly broken up with, beats him up twice (by proxy) because that is Not Allowed, admits defeat, goes on Massive Bender, becomes a Good Person because The Boy seems into that, truly tries to not be a maniac anymore, stops collecting young boys because I suppose his therapist conditioned him out of those behaviours with a shock collar, puts all his manic energies into Being Normal, you've never seen anyone be This Extra about Being Chill, and then he takes one look at those Baby Browns and all of that goes straight out of the window. It really feels like TIG went: "What would I be liked coked out of my mind?" But the thing is, and I say this with the deepest love and respect, I think that most people could not take enough coke to get to his baseline of energy. And yes he seems very happy to work with Ralph Macchio, but (and I know I'm not spouting a popular opinion here) Ralph seems a bit reserved? Intimidated? That's just the vibe I get. Yes, the energy is off the charts, and he calls Thomas the sweetest guy and an absolute pro but I detect some "Whoa! You're a lot, sir" 😅 there. Like, Ralph [in whatever he chooses to show us, which I know is a persona] normally makes men all bashful or helplessly aggressive because they're into him and They Shouldn't Be. And Ralph is always like "I'm just A Little Guy" while blowing the world kisses. But Thomas reacts to that [Again, who knows him really, it's all in interviews and he too is at work so it's a persona too] not with confusion but with "Hells yeah, get me some of that!" and it's the first time Ralph truly does not have the upper hand when playing the seduction card. That's how I see Silverusso in canon too. Daniel is very much into Terry but he's got such a forceful personality, Daniel is afraid he'll get swamped. And Terry can do a lot of things, but truly tone himself down is not one of them. And sure this could all be an act to play up their roles in a franchise in interviews, actors are known to do that. But that's how their dynamic reads to me.

And of course TIG knows what Silverusso is. They all know what LawRusso is, do we believe they haven't looked into other ships? He's been writing scripts for TV, of course he knows about fandom. He may have been asked not to read any for legal reasons but he clearly appreciates fandom going by his enthusiasm for fanart. Naw, man knows what's up.

#silverusso #thomas ian griffith #we should still remember both men are married #so while I acknowledge the chemistry #i am not trying to suggest they're really anything other than colleagues

[lilacwisps]

i prayed one word (i want)

Ship: Ominis Gaunt x Ravenclaw Female Player Character Rating: M (eventually)

Summary: When Sebastian tells Ominis about the new fifth-year student, Ominis can sense troubles from a mile away - and tells Sebastian as much. Unfortunately for Ominis, he doesn't seem to be able to take his own advice. ao3 link, Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Ominis barely suppresses a sigh - it seems as though the double Potions class will never end. He's always been a decent student and has enjoyed most of his classes - but Potions is by far his least favorite subject.

"I'm amazed you manage to get the grades you get," Sebastian told him once after they'd received back the grades from a particularly difficult test, "I can see the things I'm adding to my brew, and even still I'm utterly and completely lost most of the time. What's your secret?"

Ominis just shrugged in response - he'd gotten "Acceptable" on that test, which wasn't exactly something to brag about. In truth, he always struggled with Potions - the kind of concentration it required made that class significantly more complex than all the other subjects. It seemed as though to make a perfect brew, every step needed to be meticulously recorded in one's mind, as even the tiniest distraction could spell disaster, and Ominis found that so utterly exhausting.

Loud clanking, followed by Sebastian cursing under his breath, distracts Ominis from his thoughts. They are brewing the Draught of Peace, a potion that's supposed to ease anxiety and agitation, yet Ominis - and, he suspects, most other students in the class - find the process of making this brew anything but peaceful. As if the recipe requiring two dozen ingredients wasn't bad enough, there also were what felt like a thousand little instructions that were absolutely crucial - and, as a consequence, at least a thousand ways to mess this potion up.

Ominis has long given up on making the perfect brew - somewhere after step eight, he's accidentally lost track of just how many times he stirred the potion counter-clockwise, and now all he could do is finish the task and hope for the best. Judging by the under-the-breath cursing coming from the direction of Sebastian's workstation, his friend is struggling too. Sebastian has stayed up the entire night, reading the notebook they'd found in Salazar Slytherin's scriptorium, and has been barely able to focus in any of the classes. Ominis is almost surprised that Sebastian's cauldron hasn't exploded yet, given the complexity of the potion.

"Blasted," Sebastian swears, and suddenly, the dungeon air's filled with the foul scent of sulfur.

"You added too much moonstone, Mr. Sallow," Professor Sharp says calmly - his voice sounds closer than it does when he gives instructions at the start of the class, and Ominis realizes that he must be making rounds, checking everyone's work, "And you did not reduce the flames as instructed - hence the sulfur smell. The Draught of Peace is significantly more complex than any potion you've brewed before - you must pay close attention to the directions."

"Sorry, Professor Sharp," Sebastian replies, then whispers, "I much prefer being anxious every day for the rest of my life to ever attempting this potion again."

Ominis can only chuckle and nod in agreement. Surprisingly, despite the treacherous nature of the Draught, only two people need to leave before the lesson is over - Everett Clopton and Lenora Everleigh. Clopton's cauldron explodes halfway through the first hour, scalding him and drenching everything around his workstation with foul-smelling sludge, while Everleigh's potion boils away so much, it starts releasing noxious fumes that make her - and everyone around - feel sick.

A small part of Ominis almost wishes something happened to his potion so that he can get out of the class early, but he knows better than to try to make an accident happen. With a brew like the Draught of Peace, there is no predicting what could occur, and the last thing he wants is to end up at the Hospital Wing, scalded by a wave of disgusting sludge. Especially since he'd promised Ava to meet her in the Undercroft after Potions class to teach her Glacius.

Unlike Sebastian and him, Ava appears to have a much easier time brewing the Draught of Peace.

"Excellent job, Miss Rosier," Professor Sharp says, "Your potion is the perfect color."

Professor Sharp has never been particularly generous with compliments, so Ominis knows Ava's potion must be very impressive.

"And you, Mr. Weasely," Professor Sharp continues, "Could learn a thing or two from Miss Rosier."

"Perhaps, if Miss Rosier would agree to tutor me, I could learn much more than a thing or two," Garreth Weasley responds, and Ominis scoffs. As if she doesn't have better things to do.

"I wouldn't count on it," Ava says coolly, "I'm woefully short on time with all the catching up I have to do before the O.W.L.s."

"You give yourself too little credit," Weasley laughs, "At the rate you're studying, I'm sure you'll be able to pass the N.E.W.T.s before the end of the year."

Upon hearing that, Ominis frowns. How does Weasley know that? Do they study together? Instantly catching himself, Ominis pushes the thought away - even if they do study together, it's none of his concern.

The lesson slowly draws to a close, and Professor Sharp instructs them to bottle up the potions and submit them for grading. Ominis pours his potion into the vial and seals it with the spell. He knows his brew is not perfect - Sebastian had told him it looked closer to beige than silvery white - but he's confident it's close enough to earn him a passing grade.

He's halfway through cleaning off his workstation when he hears Weasley approach Ava again.

"Hey, Ava, do you have a moment after class?" he asks, "There's something I wanted to show you."

"Sorry, Garreth, but I can't today - I have an appointment to keep," Ava replies.

"How intriguing," Weasley chuckles, "And would that "appointment" just happen to be a date?"

Ominis shakes his head - Garreth sounds too invested in Ava's extracurricular activities to his liking.

"Why do you ask?" Ava responds fatly.

"Perhaps I'm scoping out the competition," Garreth laughs.

Ominis almost drops his brass scales - that answer was quite daring, even for a bone-headed Gryffindor like Garreth. Just what does he think he's doing?

"Weasley really can't take the hint, can he?" Sebastian scoffs, "If he wants to be embarrassed, he should do it on his own time, not in class when the rest of us are forced to listen to this."

Ominis sighs - caught up in his own annoyance, he hasn't even thought of how difficult this might be for Sebastian. Ever since the trip to the scriptorium, he has suspected that Ava had feelings for Sebastian - after all, she'd agreed to be tortured by Crucio to spare him the pain - but, perhaps, her feelings weren't as one-sided as Ominis initially assumed.

"Bold," Ava's amused voice distracts him from the thought, "I like that in a man. Alas, your curiosity will have to remain unsated - I can't go on telling you all of my secrets now, can I? My mother always said a lady doesn't kiss and tell."

A sudden wave of warmth rises in Ominis's cheeks at her words, and an unfamiliar feeling stirs in his chest. Confused by his reaction, he quickly grabs the vial containing his Draught of Peace and walks over to Professor Sharp's desk to submit it. Mercifully, the conversation between Garreth and Ava is over by the time he's back at his workstation.

As soon as the bell rings, bringing the joyous news that the double Potions lesson is finally over, the students instantly pour out of the classroom into the corridor.

"I'm exhausted," Sebastian complains, yawning as he walks next to Ominis, "But I have to get back to the notebook. I made some real progress last night - the key to breaking Anne's curse is right there; I can feel it."

"Please be careful," Ominis says wearily - he knows that Sebastian's only half-listening but still feels that it's his duty as a friend to warn him, "Salazar Slytherin was no stranger to the darkest sort of magic - this notebook may be much more dangerous than you think."

"If it brings me closer to finding a cure for Anne, I'll handle whatever it throws at me," Sebastian replies defiantly, "And besides, how dangerous can a thousand-year-old book really be?"

Ominis sighs - Sebastian always took dark magic way too lightly.

"You'd be surprised," is all he says.

"Ominis, you worry too much," Sebastian chuckles, "I'll be alright. I have to go now - I will see you later."

With that, Sebastian is gone, leaving Ominis to shake his head. Once Sebastian sets his sights on something, he never veers off course - that was his greatest strength and his greatest tragedy.

"Hi, Ominis," lost in his thought, he doesn't notice Ava approach him, "Ready for our lesson?"

"Hi, Ava," Ominis smiles, "Of course."

There are only a few routes in the castle that Ominis knows better than the one from the dungeons to the Undercroft. "You have quite a talent for potions," Ominis remarks as he and Ava walk up the stairs, "I rarely hear Sharp praise anyone - he must have been really impressed by your draught."

"That makes me feel quite special," Ava chuckles, then lowers her voice, whispering conspiratorially, "Can you keep a secret?"

"I'll take your secret to my grave," Ominis promises, his tone faux-solemn.

"You see, when I said my magic abilities didn't manifest until I was fifteen, that wasn't entirely true - otherwise, my parents would have disowned me for being a squib years ago. I've always had some…vestiges of magic abilities - not strong enough to cast a single spell, but enough to make it possible for me to create potions. I've spent hours upon hours with my mother's old Potions textbooks, brewing all kinds of draughts - my parents thought doing so would awaken my magic. I don't have any particular talent for potions - I've just spent a lot of time practicing.

Ominis nods in understanding, his heart clenching with sympathy - he knows all too well how squib children are treated in pure-blood families with a penchant for dark magic.

"I disagree," he says gently, "I've been learning potions for the last five years, and I still cannot brew a decent Draught of Peace, so I definitely believe you have a talent for the subject."

"If you think so," Ava replies softly.

They reach the Undercroft and, ensuring no one's around to see them, walk through the hidden door in the clock. Once inside, Ominis settles his book bag on top of a wooden crate and walks toward the back of the room, where more crates and barrels are located.

"Ready to learn Glacius?" he asks Ava.

"Of course," she says, "I did some reading after you mentioned this spell yesterday, and I think it'll be extremely helpful to know."

"It has certainly come in handy for me before," Ominis responds, "Shall we begin?"

With that, he turns towards the crates and whispers, "Accio," to bring one of them forward.

"Since you've read up on Glacius, you must know that it freezes the object in front of you by releasing a wave of cold air from your wand," Ominis explains, "And this is the wand movement."

With a well-practiced hand, Ominis slowly traces an all-too-familiar movement of Glacius - a peak and then another, underlined by a decisive stroke.

A myriad of tiny ice crystals, sharp as knives, ring through the air, followed by a wave of cold wind. A moment later - a familiar cracking sound of ice forming over the wooden crate fills the Undercroft.

"It froze solid," Ava muses, "That was quite impressive."

"Do you want to try now?" Ominis offers, lowering his wand.

"Could you show it to me again?" Ava asks, "You are amazingly fast with the wand - so I just want to ensure I caught every detail."

Her words bring a smile to his face. "I was planning to walk you through it when you cast it for the first time," he says, "But if you prefer to see it again, I'm happy to show you."

"I think it'll be easier to learn if you show me again," Ava replies.

Ominis nods and lifts his wand - mere seconds later, the air in the Undercroft fills with the sound of the ice forming over wood again.

"Well," Ominis says, turning to Ava, "It's your turn now."

Ava does not argue - he hears her walk up and stand next to him.

"Do you feel comfortable casting the spell right away, or would you like me to talk you through it?" he says, forcing the frozen crate to shift back to the wall with a spell and summoning another box forward.

"Could you talk me through it?" Ava asks, "I watched you closely, but you are almost scary fast with the wand."

"I have Sebastian to thank for that," Ominis replies, trying to hide a smile blooming on his lips, "If you think he's much too eager to duel everyone these days, you should have met him a few years back - he was a true menace and didn't have even a fraction of a restraint he does now. So I got a lot of practice out of interactions with him."

"Are you saying this version of Sebastian has self-restraint?" Ava chuckles.

"Oh yes - during our second year, a day wouldn't go by without Sebastian trying to pick a fight with someone," Ominis laughs, memories making warmth rise in his chest, "One time, he even tried to get Professor Black to duel him - which ended as well as you'd expect."

"I can't even imagine," Ava says, amused, "Maybe it's for the best I only started school this year - I did not have a lot of patience when I was younger."

"Who knows," Ominis smiles, "Maybe if you were here, he'd get out of that phase faster. I'll have you know, he'd become a little more humble ever since you beat him during that first Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"That was quite the day," Ava chuckles, "And it feels so long ago - even though it's been less than two months."

"I always felt like time runs differently at Hogwarts," Ominis agrees easily, "Part of the magic of this place, I suppose. Well, back to Glacius before we get completely off track. When I cast Glacius, I always picture a peak, followed by another, underscored by a soft line - like this." With that, Ominis traces the movement with the tip of his wand, "But I'm not sure if that image is helpful to you."

"It is quite helpful," Ava replies, "I'll give it a try."

Ominis nods and steps to the side, letting Ava stand in the center of the room. She takes a deep, steady breath, then lifts her wand.

"Glacius," her voice rings through the air, followed by a gust of freezing cold wind. Ominis listens for the sound of ice forming but hears nothing - a moment later, the wind dissipates.

"Hmm," Ava sounds displeased, "That doesn't seem right - it appears I made a mistake."

"What happened?" Ominis asks.

"When I cast the spell, a gust of cold air came," Ava explains, "But it wasn't nearly strong enough to freeze anything - and, as you've probably noticed, it disappeared almost instantly."

"Cold air is a sign that you are on the right track," Ominis notes, crossing his arms in front of him, "There must have been a small mistake in the wand motion - you should try again."

So Ava does as he says - one more Glacius rings through the air, and then another.

"Still the same," she sighs, frustrated, "And I have no idea what I'm doing wrong."

Ominis shifts from foot to foot, feeling his heart tighten with guilt. If he could see, he could correct her, but he cannot - so they are left to guess. He knows the feeling welling in his chest is irrational, yet he cannot help it. Suddenly, an idea comes to his mind.

"I could…I could show you," he starts, unsure, "How to do the movement properly."

"But you already did," Ava replies, "More times than most people would, too. It's my fault that I can't follow the instructions, and it is my responsibility to figure out and correct my mistake."

"There is no "fault" - you are learning," Ominis says firmly, "And I'd be doing a pretty terrible job teaching you the spell if I didn't try and help you work through whatever confusion you may have."

"You have the patience of a saint," Ava laughs, leaving Ominis to wonder just what kind of teachers she's had before if showing her the spell a couple of times earned such a response.

"What I meant is that I could…hold onto your hand as you perform the spell," Ominis suggests, "That way, I could feel what part of the motion is incorrect."

Ava's quiet for a long moment, and suddenly, Ominis's mouth feels dry. The idea seemed quite reasonable in his head, but he could not deny that vocalizing it made it sound a little awkward.

"That's brilliant," Ava says suddenly, "Yes, let's do that."

It takes a moment for Ominis to realize that she has accepted his idea. Nodding, he puts away his wand and steps toward Ava. Belatedly, he starts to wonder if, perhaps, he's standing too close as he feels the warmth of her arm brushing against his and smells the light sweetness of her perfume. It's utterly distracting, but Ominis knows it would be quite odd to step away now, so instead, he forces himself to focus on the task.

"Very well," he says, stretching out his arm, "Lift your wand."

As Ominis reaches forward, his hand finds Ava's outstretched wrist. Her skin feels so soft under his touch as he traces lightly over the back of her palm and grasps her hand. Her hand is small against his and cold - and yet, for some confusing reason, as soon as he holds it, the Undercroft feels so much warmer than it did just moments ago.

"Alright," Ominis clears his throat, "Make the same motion as when you cast Glacius before."

Ominis lets Ava's hand guide him through the movements. She starts slowly, drawing a line upward, followed by a drop and another peak. Ominis tries focusing on the motion but is utterly distracted by how soft her skin feels against his.

He's not too fond of touching others - in his family's household, a touch was almost always accompanied by pain, so Ominis started almost instinctively avoiding it at quite a young age. The only people he'd touched before were the ones he fully trusted, like Sebastian and Anne, and even then, he felt a little anxious doing it. And yet, somehow, grasping Ava's hand doesn't feel unpleasant - far from it. Unbidden, warmth rises in Ominis's chest, spilling through his veins.

With a swift motion, Ava traces a flat line across, finishing the spell.

"So," she says expectantly, "What am I doing wrong?"

Bright blush blooms on Ominis's cheeks, and his heart stutters, startled, in his chest. He's been too distracted by the feeling of her hand in his to fully pay attention to the actual motions of the wand - but he'd much rather die than admit to that.

"I…I think the issue is with your transition from the peak to the lower line," he says as calmly as he can, hoping and praying his voice doesn't betray him, "But I need to be certain - can you perform the spell again?"

"Of course," Ava readily agrees.

Ominis struggles to stay focused on her wand movement and ignore the sweetness of her perfume and how she feels so delightfully warm against him.

"Yes," he says once Ava finishes with the spell, "That's exactly the issue - the lower motion of the wand needs to be decisive yet soft, and you are cutting through the air way too harshly."

"I see," Ava replies, pensive, "I…don't know if I can make it any softer. Could you maybe guide my hand through how you'd do it? I think that would make it easier for me to understand."

And so he does. Holding Ava's hand in his, Ominis slowly traces the symbol for Glacius - a peak, followed by another, then a drop - and a swift yet soft line across.

"I understand my mistake now," Ava says as soon as the spell is done, "The movement across needed to be smoother."

"That's exactly right," Ominis nods, "Ready to try on your own now?"

His fingers linger on her hand a moment longer than they should before Ominis finally lets go and takes a step back, giving Ava space. He hears her shift her stance and raise her wand again.

"Glacius."

Instantly, he feels a gust of cold wind as a myriad of tiny ice crystals ring through the air, followed by the unmistakable crackling sound of ice forming over the wooden crate.

"It worked," Ava says, and Ominis can almost hear the smile in her voice, "And all thanks to you - you're a remarkable teacher."

Warmth rises in Ominis's cheeks at her words as he tries to conceal a smile blooming on his lips - he isn't used to being praised, and Ava's never struck him as someone generous with compliments.

"It's nothing," he says, "I'm just fortunate to have such a good student."

"I mean it," Ava insists, "Without you, I'd be here till midnight, desperately trying to figure out my mistake."

"That would still be less time than Sebastian and I needed to figure out the intricacies of this spell," Ominis chuckles, "I think it took us at least a couple of days."

"Yes, but you were much younger," Ava counters, then adds, "I'd like to practice Glacuis a little more if you don't mind."

"Of course," Ominis readily agrees.

Twice more Glacuis rings through the air, followed by the gust of freezing cold wind and the ringing of ice crystals. Ominis nods, satisfied - it seems Ava finally has a grasp on this spell. A third Glacius follows, and suddenly, there's an unfamiliar hissing sound.

"Ah," Ava winces.

Suddenly, Ominis feels her shoulder blades hit against his chest - the mishappen spell must have pushed her back - and instinctively raises his hands to her shoulders to steady her.

"Are you alright?" he asks, concerned, his hands still resting on her shoulders.

"Yes - my hand slipped, and I didn't finish the movement correctly. So sorry about that," Ava offers apologetically before drawing a sharp breath through her teeth, "Ugh, I hope I didn't freeze off all my fingers."

"Let me check," Ominis says, reaching for her hand.

He may not be able to see, but he can tell frostbite by the feel of it - when he and Sebastian first tried Glacius, his dear friend had more than his fair share of accidents. He gently holds Ava's hand, slowly touching her fingers - her skin is cold against his, but it still feels soft.

"I don't think you have frostbite," he hums.

"Well, that's a relief," Ava replies lightly.

Neither of them moves - and suddenly, Ominis is acutely aware of just how close they stand. Her shoulder blades no longer press against his chest, but his left hand still rests firmly on her shoulder, and he's holding her right hand in his. The sweet smell of her perfume and warmth overwhelms his senses as a pleasant yet unfamiliar feeling uncoils in his chest, sending his heart racing.

"You should bend your fingers," his mouth feels dry when he speaks, "Just to ensure it's not frostbite."

They both remain still as if waiting for something. Before he knows what he's doing, Omini tightens his hold on Ava's hand ever so slightly and feels her skin turn warm under his touch.

"Thank you," Ava murmurs, brushing her thumb against his palm softly, making Ominis's breath hitch in his throat. Comfortable warmth blooms in his chest, and Ominis hopes the moment doesn't end.

Their little reverie is shattered by the sound of the Undercroft door opening, bringing them back to reality. Instantly, Ominis lets go of Ava's shoulder and releases his hold on her hand - the last thing he wants is to create any misunderstanding. He would never do that to Sebastian - or Ava. Still, as he steps aside, his heart flutters staccato, and blood rushes in his ears.

"Would you look at that," Sebastian drawls, "A gathering at the Undercroft without me? I'm really starting to feel left out now."

"Sebastian," Ominis says, "I thought you went to the dorms to read Slytherin's notebook."

"I did," Sebastian replies, "But then Nott and Avery decided to cut class, and I could not focus because of their incessant chatter, so I figured I'd head over here."

"You made the right decision," Ominis muses, "It's best they don't see you with this notebook."

"Exactly my thoughts - and, besides, I feel like I always get through the reading faster here," Sebastian says, then adds, "Don't mind me - no need to stop whatever you were doing on my account."

"Ominis taught me Glacius," Ava explains, "But, given how my last attempt went, I think I'll hold off on trying it around anyone else for a bit - I would loathe turning one of you into an icicle."

"Despite your last attempt, you seem to have a decent grasp on the spell," Ominis notes.

"Even so," Ava replies, "I hadn't realized that it's already almost six - I still have to finish the forty inches of parchment on the lunar phases for the Astronomy class tonight. Thank you for the lesson, Ominis, I will see you later. Goodbye, Sebastian."

With that, Ava leaves the Undercroft. Ominis thinks her exit rather hasty - before Sebastian came in, she seemed in no hurry to leave. Guilt wells in his heart - was it something he did? Perhaps, Sebastian saw them when he walked into the Undercroft, and that upset Ava…

"Glacius, huh?" Sebastian says, distracting Ominis from his thoughts, "A good choice, although I think Diffindo would have been a more obvious one after Confringo."

"Perhaps you could show it to her then," Ominis responds calmly, "Since you are the one who taught her Confringo."

He has enjoyed teaching Ava, but if his suspicions are correct and perhaps, Ava's feelings for Sebastian are not unrequited, he'd hate to stand between them.

"Perhaps I will," Sebastian replies, returning to his reading.

#ominis x mc #OC: Ava Rosier

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Do you remember when Mark would tell Jackson to tell their patients they are beautiful the way they are, and Jackson thought it was weird and never would? Well ;) What if April goes sees Dr. Jackson to alter her chest? Jackson knows she is doing it for wrong reasons, I don't know to please boyfriend or something. And Jackson finally understands Mark's words and says it to his first patient. Japril still has that pull they have even AU think the tension of 9x03 when April is re-virginizing? Poor Jackson, it was supposed to just be another patient consult. Another woman wanting a boob job. Opps. Poor April can't believe she has to take her shirt off in front of the most beautiful man she has ever seen. Seriously, his eyes!! Haha Have fun!!

It was supposed to be a consult for a simple boob job, like he has done dozens of already. How did that turn into him begging his patient not to get one, he has no idea.

Well, he blames Mark Sloan. His mentor might be dead, but he's still playing mind games with Jackson (that's Dr Avery, 29, double board certified, owner of a booming plastics surgery practice). Because he's pretty sure he would have never said what he's just said to his patient (April Kepner, 28, fierce hair, flawless skin, a dimple that could bring him to his knees) without the input of Mark spouting out life advice at the end of his.

"So, what you're saying is that you don't want to do it."

April Kepner blushes furiously as she rebuttons her shirt, because after all, she has just taken her top off in front of a (extremely, insanely handsome) surgeon, only to have him say "no", and rejection is never easy, no matter how used to it she is. Her blushing doesn't help him whatsoever, because her flushed skin does something to him that he's pretty sure is not supposed to happen when he's with a patient.

"Listen, I don't usually say this, because... well, because it's weird, but your breasts are... perfect just the way they are."

She just rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, right. Say that to my boyfriend," and great, now Jackson wants to punch a guy he has never met.

"If you're doing this for him, well, I can guarantee that it won't stop there. He'll find something wrong too with something else, and it'll never end. If you want to do this because it'll make you feel better about yourself, even though I personally think there's no need, then great. I'm on board. But you're clearly doing this just for him, and... Please don't. He should find you perfect just the way you are," (he knows he does). If his accountant could hear him right now, he would probably tear his hair out.

"So are you a plastics surgeon or a psychologist?" she says, covertly wiping a tear, and has he just made her cry?

"I'm... My goal is to leave you better for having met me. That you walk out of here more confident, at peace with yourself, and I'm sorry, but I don't think that's the case here." Now his accountant is probably looking for a gun somewhere.

"No offense, but sometimes when you talk, you sound like a male prostitute."

Somewhere, somehow, Mark Sloan is laughing at him. Hard.

"None taken. And I know, that was cheesy. But seriously, miss Kepner–"

"April."

"April. Don't do this for anyone but yourself."

"I know. I know he's a jerk, and he shouldn't ask things like that, and it's not like he's the love of my life or anything. It's just... I've always been the ugly duckling, the nerdy girl, and I just wanted for once to feel pretty. For a man to look at me and say 'wow'. To feel enough."

"You're more than pretty. I swear, you are."

"Well, it's your job to say that."

"Actually my working day ended 10 minutes ago."

#drabble #japril #april kepner #jackson avery #ask