#and we have hit a touchy subject for him O-O

[ccieatchildren]

Scars

Shower steam filtered in through the open bathroom door, warming the bedroom and permeating the smell of soap in the air. They had been reapplying ointment, what little he had given them, to their still healing wounds and rebandaging them. Whumpee turned from their spot on the edge of the bed to watch as he walked in. There was a certain swagger to the way he carried himself that they despised. However, while Whumpee hadn’t been here for long, they had already learned not to engage with him if they didn’t have to– it wasn’t worth the risk– so Whumpee just stared.

A towel was slung low around his waist and his hair was still damp, leaving droplets of water in his wake. His half naked body was on full display, and Whumpee couldn’t stop from curiously analyzing each part of him. They typically didn’t get to see much of him due to clothing or dark lighting getting in the way, but now they could see the various scars littering his frame. 

There were two slash marks on his lower right abdomen that formed an uneven cross, a line of indented flesh that seemed to encircle his whole left bicep, a bullet wound sat right above on his shoulder, and on his right collarbone were four deep cuts, almost like claw marks. Whumpee hadn’t expected someone like him to have so many cicatrices, he was a simple researcher, and while they did get hurt sometimes, they typically were small cuts from broken glass or chemical burns. They had their own to confirm. Furthermore, normal villains usually had many more lesions and blemishes across their figures from many fights and powers going haywire. Though, he wasn’t like many normal archetypes anyway. 

Their train of thought was cut off by a deep chuckle. “Like what you see?” 

Whumpee blushed, glaring at him, and turning back to what they were initially doing. He continued to snigger at their embarrassment while they furiously tried to refocus on patching themself up. The thought of the line being cliché and overused made them feel a bit better, and they continued to bash him in their head to calm themself down as they worked. 

The rustling of a towel could be heard as he dried off his hair, sounding like a wet dog shaking itself dry. Then, they could hear him shuffling in the background, presumably fetching clothes from the closet. Whumpee tried to keep their gaze solely on what they were doing, but could no longer concentrate on their task. Having been caught staring, and him misinterpreting their attention, irritated them, but now they were even more curious. Forcing themself not to look, only made them want to look more. Whumpee cursed themself for having the self restraint of a five year old…

Slightly pivoting their head to peek at him again as he picked out his attire, they barely managed to stop themself from gasping at the sight. His back was still turned to them, and scrawled there was one of the most unsettling wounds they had ever seen. Along his upper back, spanning from the left shoulder to the right the word “BASTARD” was carved in large letters. The raised skin along his shoulder blades conveyed that the cut had healed long ago, but whoever had done it, made sure to slash deep enough so the mark would stay there forever. They had seen many things, from their own burnt skin melting off, to arms completely torn off, but the deliberately and aggressively engraved swear on his body disturbed them in a way they had never felt before.

Whumpee had never met anyone, villain or otherwise, who intentionally and methodically cut someone in a way that would leave them alive but always wearing a reminder of their experience. Especially in a way that exuded so much wrath and resentment. At least not until Whumper. They looked down at themself and the injuries that adorned their body. Was he using the same techniques on them that someone else had used on him? The thought made them shiver. Vigorously returning to their task, Whumpee swore to themself that they would not allow Whumper to scar them like he had been himself. 

— — — — —

“Just ask.”

Whumpee flinched. They had just finished one of their sessions and Whumper decided to patch them up afterwards this time. They would much rather do it themself, as his hands would always roam to places they didn’t need to, but Whumper would use better medicine whenever he played medic, and knew how to bind the wounds tighter than they ever could with their, now constantly, trembling fingers. They also weren’t allowed to say no to him.

“W-What?”

“I can practically hear the questions bouncing around in your head.” He suddenly pulled the bandage harshly, pulling a gasp out from them. “Not to mention the hole you’re burning into my back with your staring.” The hand on their middle considerably tightened, “it’s starting to piss me off, so ask.”

Whumpee contemplated his demand, unsure if he meant it or if it was just another one of his tricks, baiting them to make a mistake just so he could beat them again. But they could feel him getting agitated behind them, therefore they had to say something. However, Whumpee didn’t think asking him what was really on their mind would go over very well. They had to think of something quick, but, unfortunately, when it came to talking they didn’t work very well under pressure. So…

“How do you get your hair so sleek?” Whumpee wanted to smash themself over the head with a glass. This was the best their brain could come up with? Might as well say goodbye to a calm evening.

Whumper was still behind them, and they were already saying their prayers, until he barked out a laugh. “What?” The amusement pervaded his tone. “You have been ruminating for the past three days on how I do my hair?”

“… Yes.”

He continued to cackle behind them as Whumpee quietly panicked, hoping that was enough to quell him.

“Aww, that’s cute, darlin’. Didn’t know you still had the quips in you.” He took a moment to pretend to wipe a tear from his eye. “But I don’t think that’s what you’ve been thinkin’ about.” Arms locked around their waist, pulling them flush against him. A dark voice whispered in their ear, “Now, I’ve indulged your little game,” his arms constricted, pushing into their stomach, agitating their injuries, “letting you figure out the best way to approach this,” Whumpee looked away. “If I’m honest, it was quite nice to see you contemplate whether to ask me or not,” his voice grew smug, “it means you’re learning, becoming more obedient, which will only make things easier for the both of us in the future.” Whumper squeezed even further once again, and they groaned from the pain. “For that, I’m giving you an out. Be good and I’ll reward you. So,” he growled, “ask the damn question.”

Whumpee gulped. “Fine. Ju- Just let go,” they pushed at his arms, “it hurts.”

Whumper clutched them tighter. Whumpee could feel some of their wounds reopen under the pressure. “I’ll let go when you stop wasting my time.” 

“Okay, okay,” they wheezed. “I just wanted to know about the large scar on your back,” the ache was getting worse. “The one that says bas–.”

He abruptly let them go, allowing air to filter back into their system and dampening the pain to a dull throb. “I know the one.”

Whumpee froze, trying to suppress their oncoming coughing fit. They didn’t want to set him off when he was obviously very displeased. He curtly got up and headed for the door, leaving them with the final words,

“Do not bring it up again.”

Extra:

Fuck that motherfucking mothafucka. 

Whumpee wanted to punch something, they just did what he asked and now he’s mad at them, like it’s their fault.

Fuckin’ hate that fuckin’ kidnappin’ piece of shit. They continued to curse to themself as they finished the job Whumper brusquely left to them. Closing up the now open cuts, applying ointment, and finally bandaging them for the– hopefully– last time that day. Whumpee sighed to themself. Who were they kidding, he would ruin them again at night. But at least they had a new piece of information to exploit.

It may take a while, but they will escape from here and see everyone again.

#whump #whumblr #whumper #whumpee #possessive whumper #obsessive whumper #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #defiant whumpee #conditioned whumpee #whumper x whumpee #villain x hero #my writing #W #☡ #this one is serious and not #this is in whumpees early captivity so they aint that afraid of him yet #but they will learn ;-; #and we have hit a touchy subject for him O-O #might make a sequel explaining it #but it would probably be much later in the timeline #tbh idk yet

[specialagentlokitty]

Booth x Autistic!reader - without you

Standing next to Angela, you held her hand tightly in yours as you stared at the device that was on the doors keeping them locked.

“Can we at least get Booth in here?” Cam asked.

“No.” The man said.

“Can (Y/N) leave? She can’t do anything to help.”

“Nobody in or out.”

You looked at Angela, then back to the doors, pulling your hand away from hers.

You made your way down the platform and you began pacing back and forth, arms hugging yourself as you stared at the floor.

“Hey, okay, come with me.” Cam whispered.

“I don’t want to be here.”

“I know, but right now you don’t have a choice, so we’ll go sit in Angela’s office, we’ll call Booth.”

You said nothing as you followed her to the office, but you couldn’t stop the pacing, you had to pace and Cam could see that.

Brennan needed her help, so she left you with Hodgins, Angela and Sweets.

“(Y/N) Booth wants to talk to you.” Sweets said.

“No, I don’t want to be here. I.. I cant be here..”

“Sweetie, hey, it’s okay. Just come speak to booth alright? He’ll make sure it’s okay.” Angela whispered.

“No! No!”

Bringing a hand up, you hesitated then ruffled your hair a little before you hit the side of your head.

Hodgins jumped up, walking over he took your hand and moved it away from your head.

“He’s going to find a way to get in here, alright? Just don’t do that.”

“I.. I can’t be here. I don’t want to be here.”

“And booth is going to kick my ass if he finds out I let you keep hitting yourself, so we’re going to have to compromise here.” Hodgins said.

You shook your head, pulling your hand away, and you carried on your pacing, hand tapping the back of your head.

Sweets got up this time and he walked over to you.

“I know you get anxious when Booth isn’t around, but he wants me to tell you that he’s going to find his way in, he a way to get you out. You just need to remain calm, breathe.”

“No!”

You shook your head, and you hit your fist of your shoulder.

“O..okay, I’m sorry I made it worse I.. I don’t know how to help in this situation booth wasn’t very clear.”

The trio did their best to keep you calm, but nothing would work, and slowly you were slipping worse and worse into the panic.

You paced back and forth, hitting your shoulder mumbled about not wanting to be there and how you couldn’t be there.

“Sweets, you need to calm her down, now.”

“I tried booth, she won’t listen to reason, she doesn’t want to listen.” Sweet sighed.

“Look Sweets, the last time we were forced apart, I nearly died, so yeah, it’s a bit of a touchy subject being so forced away from one another. Just… make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

Sweets waited for a reply, flicking his gaze to you, and then he looked at his phone in confusion, holding it back to his ear.

“Booth? Hello?”

Putting his phone back into his pocket, sweets kept trying to calm you down, offering you reassuring words.

Nobody could calm you down, and you seemed to have completely disconnected yourself from the world and everybody in it.

The gun shots startled you, and you covered your ears, tears streaming down your face as you crouched down.

You repeatedly hit the back of your head with your hand.

Booth ran into the room, and he walked over to you, crouching down in front of you, he carefully took your arms, guiding them around his shoulders, and he placed one hand on the back of your head, the other on your back.

You immediately pulled yourself into him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

Booth fell back, and he held you tighter in his arms.

“Hey, you’re okay. I’m okay, see? We’re fine, it’s okay. There’s no need to cry.”

“I don’t like it…”

“I know… I know you don’t sweetheart, it’s okay. I should’ve stayed.”

Booth ran a hand up and down your back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

Booth pulled you away and he gently cracked your face, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

Smiling at you, he brought a hand up, running it over your hair and when he moved his hand away you did the same thing, ruffling your hair a little bit.

“I don’t like it Seeley.”

“I know, I’m sorry. You’re okay, alright? And I’m okay, I’m not hurt.”

“You shot your gun.” You mumbled.

He chuckled a little, nodding his head.

“Yes, I did. But that’s because I had to get in here for you. So, we’re going to stand you up, and we’re going to walk around this lab until you feel calm.”

Booth stood up, hooking his arms under yours he pulled you to his feel and held out his hand.

You stood there tapping on your elbow, and he walked over, ducking his head a little bit to look you in the eyes.

He reached his hand out, taking your hand and placed it on his head, smiling a little at you as you ran your fingers through his hair.

You ruffled his hair like you did your own when you were stressed or overwhelmed.

“See? That’s better than hitting your own arm right?”

“You used too much hair gel, it feels strange.”

“Hey, I thought you liked my hair gel.”

“It smells nice.”

He smiled, standing up fully and he took your hand in his, going to walk away, but when you didn’t move he stopped and turned around.

“(Y/N)?”

“I don’t like those people.”

“I don’t like them either, but they won’t hurt you.”

“Are you sure?”

Booth walked over.

“Have I ever lied to you?”

You shook your head and he leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead which made you smile happily.

“Exactly, so, as long as you stay right by my side, you’ll be alright. I promise.”

“Okay.”

You took his arm as he offered it to you and he smiled, leading to out of the room and he stopped, letting you decide where you wanted to go.

All that mattered to him right now was keeping you close, making sure nothing happened to you.

Booth watched as you raised your hand, ruffling your hair again.

“What’s wrong?”

“Will you hold my hand

“Yeah of course.”

You took your hand off his arm, and instead laced your fingers with his and you tucked yourself against him.

Booth grinned a little bit, and looked at you as you stood just in front of him, your hand in his, your forehead resting on his chest while your other hand tapped his side.

You were still pretty stressed, but thankfully you had calmed down a little.

You just needed the close proximity to fully refocus yourself, fully accept that he was okay and there was nothing to worry about.

And booth was happy to stand there for as long as you needed for that to happen

#bones #bones x reader #bones x you #bones imagine #seeley booth #seeley booth x reader #seeley booth x you #seeley booth imagine

[lunaticus-platina]

what about a drunk Travis who tells about his feelings/or about his family? Travis w/ Y/N

Remember when Travis was opening up to Laura? Him taking swigs from the bottle? Whiskey, gin, rum, whatever that was. I found it sad that he got all mopey talking about his family.

What I also got from that scene is, alcohol definitely helps loosen up those tightly sealed lips of his. His age + booze catching up to him, makes him uncharacteristically sentimental. But we all know he's a romantic at heart. See how clumsy he gets when he tries to be nice. Or treated nice. Never saw that coming, the goof.

I imagine he'd refrain from drinking too much when he's around you. Usually he dismisses many questions with, 'it's a long story' or 'forget it' but this man is dying to spill. There's just too much secret piled up inside him, and if he drinks enough, he knows he'll let some of them slip out.

All his life, sharing anything with anyone was a bad idea. Take his ma, for example. Don't think I have to explain that one. So for him to share a drink with you, relaxed and telling a story or two? He might trust you! Careful not to break it!

Obviously his family is a touchy subject. There just isn't any easy way to talk about them. Depends on the game route too, because if all of them are gone he'd either: a. Clam up, never ever talk about them or b. Break down completely and become an inconsolable mess. All you can do is hold him through it. If they are alive, he'll speak fondly of his niece and nephew, some childhood shenanigans with his brothers, and that one time he went hunting with pa.

There will be darker days, too. Horrible, horrible memories floating up to the surface. If he suddenly looks morose, nursing his half-empty glass, give him some time. Carefully put your hand over his, so as not to startle him, but remind him that you are still there. That'll ground him.

If the topic is his feelings towards you...mmmmmmmm😏 the simp. The dork.

'Why do you keep coming back to me? I'm not... I don't have much to offer. I'm never enough........'

Quick! Reassure him! Kiss his cheek see how red ha can get! This is your chance to be extra affectionate. He won't even notice how he's leaning into your every touch, soaking up all the warmth like a cat on heating pad. This stoic man with immovable heart, suddenly so malleable in your hands like putty. He'll get all soft eyed, mumbling how your eyes are so pretty, saying he somehow hit jackpot for once, heh-ing and hm-ing with the goofiest smile in the world.

But no worries, he's no light weight. He can def hold his alcohol. The Hacketts were bootleggers, their booze guzzling gene is never lost. If next day, he regrets what his tipsy-semi drunk self said and tries to retreat into his shell, tell him how endearing and lovely he was, and tell him you appreciate him trusting you enough to share that side of him. Maybe he'll rethink about staying behind the walls all the time. You treat him so good! No harm in winding down a bit when he's with you...

He'll act sillier and goofier the more you two are together. Drunk Trav likes head pats I don't make the rules 😏 'My s/o is soooo good to me....heheh' 'How are you so pretty. I must be dreaming, yes...' 'You are comfortable...*sleeps on you chest*'

Light will shine into his life with your presence. He doesn't drink alone and sulks anymore. Alcohol is for relaxation and fun, he'd rather sip on his whiskey and get drunk on your rosy cheeks and breathless laughter.

#the quarry #travis hackett #sheriff hackett #officer hackett #headcannon #travis headcannon #travis hackett headcannon #my writing #character thoughts #fic idea #ask answered

[polarbearblu]

“The Babyfication of Team RWBY”

Or my thoughts on a locked thread in the r/RWBY subreddit found here: https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/vah073/the_babyfication_of_team_rwby/ I hesitate to express my thoughts on as I am not sure I can articulate it well, and some people can be quite aggressive in talking to you. But I had typed up  response to this only for the thread to be locked. Probably to keep it from going downhill. Though I found it odd it was locked. I assume there were later comments posted and removed that turned the thread from a good discussion into something very negative and not worthwhile leaving open. That said I still wanted to save my thoughts somewhere. Then I remember I have a tumblr no one would read, but something I could come back to for my sake. I know a lot of people have issue with Volume 7 and 8 because on the one hand, Team RWBY and Co made a lot mistake that shows despite what Ruby said in Volume 6, they aren't ready to face these challenges when they should be. But on the other hand some folks feel everything that has happened to them has been completely unfair and they were making the best decisions they could at the time. “The best laid schemes o' mice an' men / Gang aft a-gley” comes to mind. So I think I might be in the minority when I say I loved this volume/arc for the same reasons everyone hates it; which is why I think both sides of the argument are valid, but the validity of the arguments made here won't be understood until when see Volume 9. Issue 1. Weiss not wanting to go back to Atlas. Many felt like Weiss would be unable to return home due to all the trauma she endured. Others felt that with the entire world in danger, feelings and comfort come second to the task at hand. I think Weiss' entire arc is based on how you view abuse and victims of abuse, and it’s a really touchy subject without all the doom and gloom of an ancient evil trying to end the world to end her own suffering (Salem). Examples of people who had to do what Weiss has include Buffy and Luke Skywalker. The OP states, “ Why is Weiss so different? Why doesn't the fandom believe that when push comes to shove Weiss will do what she needs to to save the world from Salem?” It’s a rather unfair question to ask, because ultimately these stories reflect some of real life, even in their mythical elements. And while Luke and Buffy faced their fears it is unfair to assume Weiss could do the same, or that Buffy and Luke was able to do some at a drop of a hat. On the one hand I see where people are coming from when they say Weiss has all the power over her father. She is THE strongest member of team RWBY. Her abilities are the most versatile, her semblance has been evolving longer than everyone's, and while Ruby has Medusa's Stare for Grimm, Weiss' summoning ability allows her to conjure an army (as long as her aura lasts). She is arguably the most intelligent of the bunch, has (or had) more connections than any of them save Qrow, and she was able to leave her father once. So she absolutely has to put her feelings second to everything. But I haven't had to deal with abuse as Weiss has, and when speaking to others that have it's easy to see how it is Weiss was afraid. In volume 2 we learn Weiss became a Huntress to elevate her family name. She knew her father had ruined it to the degree where only the elite can view it favorably. Her goal was to change that image, and as such her family name is one of the most important things to her. Up until recent events Jacques held that power over her. No he probably could not throw hands with Weiss if Weiss was to ever fight back against his physical abuse (he does hit her once so we can say he isn't above to doing so if he wanted to), but he has had years to mentally and emotionally manipulate Weiss to the point she'd have a hard time realizing she could break free of him. This volume was her realizing that the control she believed him to have really wasn't there. Such a process doesn't come easy or overnight, and I feel everything that happened between Weiss coming to Beacon and up until Weiss arrested her father was her overcoming the years of abuse. I have not watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor am I familiar with Star Wars, but I feel like with as much care people say these stories were written with, both Buffy and Luke had to go through a similar process. The process was just not the same as Weiss. However, I don't think people can see it this way. Or if they do, don't like that it turned out like this because, as OP puts it “I know that people have been critical of RWBY's actions as of late, and I know that the reason I'm critical is because actions in later volumes aren't matching up to motivations expressed in earlier volumes...” Issue 2. The protagonist talk the talk but do not walk the walk. I think this criticism is fair. A lot of poor decision making by team RWBY and Co has been waved away by new information neither the protagonist nor viewers knew of, which boils to "Magic MacGuffin." So the protagonist hasn't had to really deal with the consequences of their actions. Plenty of people still feel this way about Volume 8. Personally I disagree. After all, the only time things have felt like it has gone truly wrong for them was Volume 3. But there is no way that rest on their shoulders. None of teams could have foreseen this happening. The adults meant to protect them failed. Ah, but that logic had lead to this idea that the adults in series are useless and only our main protagonist can fix it. It’s a weird logic process, especially when the main protagonist fail people on their side tend to go, “Well hell they are just children. What could you except?” Plenty more people still feel this way about Volume 8. Personally I disagree because for one, at this point they aren’t children, and they opted to take on this responsible. They have to accept to outcome of their actions from then on. So a lot of people end up hating volume 8 for the above two reason. But that isn’t at all what happened in Volume 8. Most, if not all, of the volume was bad decision after another. And the end of Volume 8 is the consequences of every piss poor decision they made thus fair. The protagonist for sure had to face the music, and this time you can’t give them the benefit of the doubt. Going back to Weiss, people have pointed out Weiss didn't have to go alone, and that is 100% correct. Qrow, being a shapeshifter, could have gone with her without anyone else the wiser. Qrow could have gone to Ironwood. Ironwood would have arranged for the rest of the group plus Weiss to see him and work through this problem. That would have delayed any meeting with Adam, and the military would have been better prepared to deal with the issue of a Grimm invasion (even easier if Weiss took the relic with her). Instead they did what they did and everything more or less still worked out. But I feel that what happened in Volume 8 differs from Volume 6 because there was a delayed consequence to the decisions made there and it actually did cost them. The goal was to secure the relics and report to Ironwood the situation so they could prepare Atlas/Mantle and prevent what happened in Vale from happening there (as they did in Minstral). And in this way they fail, spectacularly. Atlas fell, Mantle has become a frozen wasteland once again (It always was but at least they found a way for people to live there), and even though they evacuated mostly everyone to Vacuo, they essentially caused a refugee crisis in a region that is honestly not suited for this. Half the damn team is missing, assumed to be dead. Salem lost Watts but gained the relics she sought after, and thanks to the protagonist the world's strongest military imploded, meaning there is less of a defense against her (not that they could have done much as we saw once the shields fell but ya know...) Knowing all that it's hard to continue painting them as children who can't be held accountable for what happened anymore. But I think what people who make this argument miss is that there isn't a switch you flipped that suddenly changes circumstances and how you deal with them. There is a process between being children and the protagonist capable of handling Avenger level threats. Volume 8, to me, was that painful process. They needed this volume to go wrong for all the same reason it has gone right for them in the past, so they can have a real moment of reflection where they say "Yeah we haven't been walking the walk" or “We can’t keep going like this. We need to carefully think about what we’ve been doing.” And us as viewers needed this so people could stop giving a pass to the protagonist because they are children. I guess what I'm trying to say is that Volume 8 was a developmental milestone our heroes needed to grow into the heroes they ought to be; and to expect them to go from kids to adults with no in between without something like happening was an unrealistic expectation. At the same time I do not think the concerns of how the protagonist handles things from the viewers and characters within the show (like Ren) were brushed aside. Instead the consequences were delayed, and having been built so badly on top of each other, our heroes will be dealing with issues for longer than volume 9 AND 10. But ultimately (or at least I hope) we will see a level of maturity for them that when looking back, people who choose to give our young protagonist a pass will reconsider their position on the matter. Of course that all depends on how confident you feel about CRWBY's writing going forward.

#rwby #rwby v8

[q-gorgeous]

My Hero

fanfiction

ao3

What happens when Dash finds out about Danny's secret during the events of Micro Management? prompt by @ectopal

word count: 1573

IGNORE THE HORRIBLE TITLE bjhg the only other one i thought of was an ed edd n eddy themed title but clearly that doesnt work for danny phantom jnbhgv

“I gotcha!”

Dash stared up at his hero as he struggled to hold him up, dangling off of the monstrosity that sat on top of the Fenton’s roof while he was the size of an ant. Phantom’s eyes were squeezed shut as he held on tight to Dash’s wrist. 

Phantom’s appearance had been changing ever so slightly as he lost his powers after being hit by a Fenton device, so when a bright white ring appeared around the ghost’s waist, he hoped it would mean that his powers were returning. 

But instead of giving back any of his ghostly abilities, the ring traveled up and down his body. Phantom’s eyes shot open and he gasped, looking down at himself. White hair was replaced by raven black and the Phantom t-shirt turned into Danny Fenton’s signature tee that he wore everyday. 

His head lifted up and Danny Fenton’s blue eyes met Dash’s and he felt his stomach drop. 

Thoughts started spiraling through his head.

What the fuck. The kid I wail on everyday is my hero who’s trying so hard to make sure I don’t die. Why is he doing this?

Rockets flew past Dash’s back and into the metal above Danny’s head. A determined look that was normally worn by Phantom appeared on his face. 

“One, two, three!” 

Danny heaved Dash up onto the windowsill. 

Dash sucked in a couple deep breaths as he watched Danny run over and try to open the window next to them. 

Danny Fenton was Danny Phantom. 

QQQQQ

He still couldn’t believe it. 

Danny Phantom, Dash’s hero, transformed into Danny Fenton right before his very eyes. Saved his life! He had millions of questions but ever since they unshrunk themselves and Danny flew him back to the sidewalk, he had the gall. The audacity. To not even talk to Dash. 

What was even worse was that Danny sat right in front of him in their english class. He ignored everything Dash did to get his attention. Kicking the back of his seat. Tapping on his shoulder. Pulling on his hair. 

Dash huffed and rested his chin in his hand. He didn’t know why Fenton wouldn’t talk to him. 

He looks over to the side and sees two of his classmates exchanging notes. The girl who opened it blushed and scribbled something down before passing it back. 

Brain blasting, Dash ripped off a piece of his notebook paper and scribbled a smiley face on it. He threw it over Danny’s shoulder and onto his desk. Only a few seconds went by before he threw it back over his shoulder and into Dash’s face. He frowned.

Dash aggressively scribbled four more smiley faces and threw all five pieces of paper over Danny’s shoulder again.

Danny sighed and finally, finally turned around to face Dash, a scowl on his face. 

“What do you want Dash?”

“I think you know what I want.” Dash pointed a finger at Danny. “I wanna talk about the other day.”

“Dash-” Danny started but he was interrupted.

“No. I know what you’re going to say. But you can’t just drop something on me like that, accidental or not, and just. Ignore it.”

“I don’t have to talk to you about anything. It’s none of your business.”

Dash groaned and laid his head against his desk. “But I’m so curious.”

“Why? Why do you even care? I’m just the kid you beat up everyday.”

“But you’re apparently also my hero.” Dash mumbled into his elbow.

He could just feel Danny staring into the top of his head.

“Okay.”

“What?” Dash lifted his eyes up to look at Danny who was still staring.

“I’ll talk to you about whatever it is that you want to talk about.”

Dash bolted up in his seat, mouth forming an O shape before he started trying to shoot off a question. Before he could finish, Danny was waving a hand in his face.

“Not here! There’s too many people around. If you meet me outside during lunch we can talk about it then.”

Dash closed his mouth and nodded his head. After a moment he threw another smiley face at Danny.

QQQQQ

Dash walked outside the front doors of the school and looked around. After a bit, he saw Danny sitting on top of the picnic table surrounded by some trees. He walked over and cleared his throat.

“Hey.”

Danny turned around to face Dash, an apple in his hand. He took a bite of it and started talking with his mouth full.

“Charming.” Dash sat down on the bench of the picnic table. 

“What can I say.” Danny shrugged. After taking another bite of his apple, Danny looked down at Dash from where he sat on the table, an apprehensive expression on his face. “So, uh, what did you want to talk about?”

Dash fidgeted with his hands. “You’ve only been like this since freshman year? When Phantom first started showing up all over the place?”

“Yes.”

“How did it happen?”

He saw Danny tense up out of the corner of his eye so he looked up at him. Danny was looking anywhere but at Dash and he brought a hand up to rub at the back of his neck.

“Uh, usually our deaths are a touchy subject for ghosts but.” Danny lifted his shirt just high enough so Dash could see a trail of lichtenberg scars. “It was my accident I had before the school year started. Sam and Tucker were over and we were messing with the ghost portal because it didn’t work and they convinced me to go inside. I tripped on something in the portal and my hand hit the power button and…” 

“Oh my god.” Dash paled. “That must’ve been terrible.”

“Yeah. It was.”

Silence settled over them again after that. 

“Sam and Tucker were there. That must mean they know, right?” Dash asked softly.

“Yep.” Danny started scratching something into the surface of the picnic table. 

“Does anyone else know?”

“Just Jazz. And all the ghosts. But they never tell anyone so it’s fine.”

Dash gawked at him. “All the ghosts? All of your enemies know your secret identity?!”

“Yeah, but they’re not snitches.”

“Danny!” Dash shouted. “What if they told your parents? Or the other ghost hunters?”

Danny shrugged. “They haven’t yet. I’m not sure why, but they never go that far.”

Dash placed his head in his hands. “They have a weird sense of camaraderie then considering they’re always trying to kill you.”

Danny just shrugged again. 

Slowly lifting his head back up, Dash looked at Danny. “Can I see?”

Danny’s brows furrowed. “See what?”

“You change, your transformation, whatever you call it.”

They stared at each other for a moment before Danny took a deep breath.

“Okay. But no recording it or anything. Your phone has to stay away.”

“I wasn’t even thinking of recording it!” Dash exclaimed. 

Danny stood up and hopped off the picnic table. He walked a few steps away and turned to face Dash, his feet spread apart and his hands in fists at his side. He closed his eyes. 

“I’m going ghost!”

Dash watched in awe as a white ring appeared around Danny’s waist, illuminating his face and his hair as it traveled up and down his body. Soon it disappeared and all that was left was Phantom.

“Woah.”

Danny did some jazz hands. “Tada. That’s how I transform, but you already sort of knew that.” He floated so that he was laying on his stomach in the air.

Dash was still too busy studying Danny in his ghost form. He never believed that Fenton and Phantom looked so alike before but now that he knew it was impossible not to see it. He was broken out of his thoughts by a hand waving in his face.

“Did you have any other questions?” Danny asked.

“Uh, maybe just one more.” Dash said sheepishly. “Can you show me some of your powers? Oh! Like your ghostly wail?”

Danny scrunched his nose up. “That’s for emergencies only. The ghostly wail would take out all these trees and the parking lot.”

Dash’s shoulders slumped.

“But.” Danny continued. “I can show you this one.”

Looking back up, Dash saw Danny cupping his hands together. A blue blow shined inside them and when Danny opened them back up an ice crystal was in his hand. He held it out to Dash and he took it. 

Looking at it, Dash saw that the ice didn’t melt at his touch even though it was cold. He looked up at Danny with a puzzled expression on his face.

“Ghost ice. It follows its own laws of chemistry.”

Dash nodded even though that didn’t give him any sort of answer. He tried to hand the crystal back to Danny. “Here.”

Danny shook his head. “Nah, you can keep it. It shouldn’t melt or anything.”

Looking back down at the crystal, he stared at it for a moment before stuffing it safely in his pocket. He opened his mouth to say something but the bell rang.

“Well.” Danny said, the rings appearing around his waist again and turning him back to normal. “Time to go back to class.”

He started walking away and Dash watched him go. He took a deep breath before jogging to catch up with him. 

“Hey! Let me walk with you. We have our next class together.”

Danny smiled and together they entered the school.

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“I done been down so long, lost hope, I done came down so hard, I slowed. Honesty, forever, all a real nigga want.”                  —Kendrick Lamar

Word Count: 1.3K Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Reader Context: Mafia!AU. Kirishima’s last relationship was pretty shitty and he’s scared of it happening again :/ Warnings: explicit language, mentions of cheating

All Characters are 18+

A/N: Bakugo should be a relationship counselor or something. He’s a little rough around the edgeds, but he makes some pretty good points. Enjoy <3

Kirishima Eijirou | Loyalty

“I don’t fucking like this.”

Kirishima sighed as he swirled the drink in his hand. “I heard you the first time, man.”

“There’s other ways to get what we want besides walking into enemy territory like idiots.”

“This is the only way to get the information we need tonight Bakubro and you know that.”

A matching pair of red eyes irritatingly glared at him. “So you’re just alright with what they’re doing?”

“I never said that.”

“Whatever,” Bakugo hissed. He smacked his teeth before looking away at the bustling crowd.

To finalize a truce, the Bakugo family had been invited to their old rival’s weekly mansion party. It was a cheap way to make amends in Bakugo’s opinion, but considering how exclusive the Rior family was with their parties, it was basically a peace treaty.

The young yakuza leader hadn’t planned to go. However, his intel heard wind of a foreign group regarding illegal dealings on their turf. So they were here to scope out the place, leaving his stealth team—you, Sero, Kaminari, and Mina—to dig up some info. Bakugo and Kirishima were back up.

Bakugo dug a finger beneath the corner of his mask to itch his skin.

“Shitty mask—who the hell does masquerade balls anymore?” he grumbled.

“We’ll only be here for an hour more and then you won’t have to worry about the stupid mask again,” Kirishima reminded.

The slightly sharp tone from the red-head’s voice made the explosive blonde glance over. Despite his aggravation, Katsuki was well aware of the fact that Kirishima didn’t like this mission any more than he did.

Not because there was a good chance the party would get shot up. Well, that was a heafty part of it. But it was mostly because it involved you confronting your ex who happened to have some information they were looking for.

Eijirou’s feelings for you wasn’t a mystery to anyone—including yourself. He made it clear that he only had eyes for you. You luckily returned his feelings. Yet, he still held back.

And it was because of that one night where a bottle of whiskey and a couple of tears gave him suspicion that you might still be hung up about the man who last broke your heart.

The same man that Kirishima had been eyeing like a hawk for the past twenty minutes.

Bakugo followed his line of sight to see that you and Awase were deep in conversation. To anyone else, it appeared like old friends catching up. But they knew otherwise.

Awase took whatever chance he got to touch you. Whether it was to tap your arm after a corny joke or to move you away from uncoordinated guests. He laughed a little too hard and smiled a little too wide to be considered friendly. But what really sold him out was the longing gaze he bore.

He wanted you back. You knew that and you played it to your advantage.

From what they could hear in the earpiece, you were working the hell out of him. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, it rubbed Kirishima the wrong way.

“Stare any harder and you’ll set the bastard on fire,” Bakugo snorted.

The crimson-clad man blinked out of his trance and turned away in slight embarrassment. 

“I was just making sure they were okay,” he muttered.

Katsuki hummed unconvincingly. An uncomfortable silence passed over the two. Kirishima’s tense aura was throwing him off and he hated how it even bothered him in the first place.

He put his hands in his pocket and inwardly groaned over the conversation they were about to have.

“You really like Y/N, don’t you?”

Kirishima made a surprised sound in his throat.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, shitty hair,” Bakguo gritted. “Don’t make me repeat myself!”

There was another pause before a low chuckle left Kiri’s lips. “Oh. That obvious?” He looked up at you before his gaze softened upon seeing you smile. “Yeah. I do. More than I can say.”

“Do you trust them?”

“…Bro, what?”

An angry vein nearly popped out of the blonde’s forehead. “Are you dumb or are you deaf!? Stop trying to make me fucking repeat myself!” he yelled.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m just not used to having these kinds of conversations with you!” Kirishima nervously laughed.

“Well if you don’t want my help then you can fuck off—”

“No, that’s not what I meant!” he interrupted. Eijirou adopted a solemn expression as he rubbed his arm in thought. “I—Of course I trust Y/N. Just like all of you. I trust you all with my life.”

Katsuki put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Now you know that’s not what I meant. You and Y/N obviously have a thing for each other but you two are dragging the other along.”

“It’s more complicated than that, Bakugo. I’m trying to give them space to heal—”

“For them or for you? As far as I’m concerned, they’re just fine.”

“But that night—”

“That night was three months ago, Kirishima. Y/N is not your ex. Let it go.”

Kirishima glowered at his friend and snapped. “Easy for you to say! You weren’t the one that got cheated on for two fucking years!”

The volume of his voice created a small feedback within the earpieces.

“What was that?” Sero asked.

“Is everyone okay?” Kaminari followed up.

Mina tuned in. “I’m good.”

You quickly hummed in affirmation before going back to your conversation.

“I hit my earpiece. My bad,” Kirishima mumbled.

With that being said, everyone went back to their duties. Bakugo coolly waited for his friend’s breathing to calm before speaking.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” Kirishima sighed. “I didn’t mean to blow up like that. Sorry.”

“I get it. Touchy subject,” Bakugo curtly noted. “I’ll just say this. Not because I really care about what happens between you two, but because your moping pisses me off.”

A smirk spread across Eijirou’s lips. He shook his head but listened for his friend’s words.

“The only person getting in the way of you two being together is you. I know you’re wary because of that shit rag you dated before, but you can’t expect every partner after to treat you the same way. Y/N already trusts that you won’t do them like their ex did. If you love them, why can’t you do the same?”

“How do you know they trust me?”

Bakugo tilted his head. “Maybe if you opened your damn ears up, you’d know where their loyalty lies.”

“Huh—?”

“Thank you for this!” you said as you slipped the note into your pocket.

“Anything for you, bambi,” Awase smiled. You were about to take your leave when he held your waist. “Actually, Y/N. I was thinking we could plan something later. To catch up and maybe continue where we left off?”

Kirishima tensed as the blue-eyed man pulled you closer. He was about to turn away when you removed the hands from your waist and took a step back.

You weren’t hesitant in your answer.

“I’m sorry, Awase. But no. You were the one that said we wouldn’t work, remember? Besides, I have someone else I’m waiting for.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened.

Awase looked saddened but nodded respectfully. “Ah. Another man stole your heart.” You gave him an apologetic smile to which he chuckled. He brought your knuckles to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on them. “Whoever he is, he’s a lucky man.”

“I would be lucky to have him.” You pulled back your hand and met defeated cerulean eyes. “Goodbye, Awase.”

“…Goodbye, Y/N.”

You watched as he left and waited until he disappeared before telling the team you retrieved the info. As they cheered, your eyes wondered into the crowd before they met a pair of crimson irises that sparkled with something you hadn’t seen before.

Despite your curiosity, a wide smile spread across your lips as you gave the two men a thumbs up.

Eijirou remained frozen until a hand nearly shoved him towards the ground.

“Well, shitty hair? What are you waiting for?” Bakugo grunted. He gave him an encouraging smirk. “Go get your s/o.”

Kirishima grinned. He didn’t need to be told twice.

#Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima x reader #bnha scenario #mha drabble #honorable mentions: #katsuki bakugou #mina ashido #Sero Hanta #kaminari #awase tsume #can you tell i'm a lil obsessed with the mafia/yakuza trope? #2.5k follower event and celebration!

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Therapy: A Stammering Adrien AU Story

Based on this AU.

This is a nonprofit story. The only characters or locations I own are the ones I make up.  All other fictional characters and locations about Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir are the property of Thomas Astruc and Zag. Please support the official release.

Adrien knew what he was doing today. By now, it was as routine as piano practice, Chinese lessons, fencing, and school. Therapy. Adrien had mixed feelings about therapy. On one hand, his therapist, Dr. Lavigne, was very kind. She always made him feel welcome and at ease. On the other hand, the questions she asked were always on touchy subjects. Adrien knew that talking about them was a big part of his treatment, but whether you're going through therapy or facing a supervillain, the hardest step is always the first. So, with a deep breath, Adrien pulled himself together, and walked into the office.

"Ah, Adrien. Come on in."

Adrien looked to the voice. His therapist, Beatrice Lavigne, or Bea for short, was a woman around his mother's age. She had black hair in a downward bun, brown eyes, and a curvaceous body. She wore a navy blue suit over a white turtleneck, and black mid-heel office shoes. She looked at her patient, and smiled.

"Glad you could make it," she said. "Take a seat, and we can begin."

Adrien did as instructed, and found himself on her couch. He felt a little nervous. It's true, he was a regular patient, but he was still getting used to it all, which Dr. Lavigne picked up on.

"Adrien, are you feeling okay?" she asked.

Adrien jolted a little. "Huh?"

"You're tense. Are you still nervous?"

Adrien blushed. "Well..."

"Adrien, I've told you before, you don't have to worry," said Bea. "This is a safe environment where you can let your guard down. Relax."

Adrien took a deep breath. "Okay... Okay, I think I'm ready."

"Okay, so, how have things been with your friends?"

"They're okay, I guess..." said Adrien.

"You guess? Last time, you were over the moon about how wonderful your friends are, especially your girlfriend," said Beatrice. "Is something wrong? Has something bad happened?"

"No, nothing bad's happened, b-b-but that's sort of the problem," said Adrien.

Bea cocked an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?"

"Well, I have... I have friends, a girlfriend, a social life, and things are great, but I s-s-still feel so unhappy sometimes, even when we do something fun. It's like my depression is pushing back against me."

"Hmm, that's pretty common," said Bea. "Depression can catch us off guard, even when we least expect it."

"And whenever it hits me when I'm with my f-f-friends, I feel so guilty," said Adrien. "It feels like I'm letting them down. They say I'm not, but..."

"But you can't help but think the opposite?"

Adrien's head lowered. "Yes."

"Maybe you should talk to your doctor about adjusting your medications," said Bea, writing in her notebook. "But at the same time, Adrien, give your friends and family more credit. They know you, they understand you."

Adrien sighed. "It just feels like I... I should be happy, and I am, but not as happy as I s-s-should be. Like there's always a hint of sadness."

"That's how depression is, sometimes," said Bea. "Adrien, you're depressed, and still getting over the trauma of losing your father. You've made progress, but it's still going to be a long, bumpy road. But hey, you've made it this far."

"O-Okay," said Adrien.

Bea placed a hand on his shoulder. "You're doing better than you think."

Adrien smiled. He remembered that Bea cared about him, and felt a wave of ease sweep over him. This helped the rest of the session go by smoothly as Adrien continued to go through his much needed, and much appreciated therapy.

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The Proposal | Chapter Six

The Proposal Masterlist

Summary: Proposal™ au, where Ivar gets swept away in a lie about a fake engagement to stay in the country and needs to convince everyone (including his family) that he’s genuinely engaged to a woman he works with

Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of alcohol, use of the word cripple

Word Count: 2,989

The sun shined in and illuminated your face. You slept through it until the heat got too much to handle and you were suddenly blindingly aware of your headache. You should’ve drank more water the night before. You hadn’t changed out of your clothes from the night before, but that was the least of your concern.

You did your best to roll over but it didn’t protect you and eventually you had to realize sleeping wasn’t an option. You got up to take a shower before the realization hit you that you just slept in the same bed as your boss. It felt more personal than having kissed him at the party to prove a point. No one forced you two to share the bed, there had been no wandering eyes.

Ivar looked so peaceful in his sleep. You stood by the bed, staring at his face for entirely too long. It was one of the rare opportunities you had to just appreciate how beautiful he was. It didn’t hurt that he had softened up some the night before. Not enough to be considered a soft person, but in comparison to his usual antics he was. He had apologized too. But that was the alcohol talking.

At some point you realized it was all too creepy to stand by the bed and watch Ivar sleep. You wanted to take a shower but another thought crossed your mind: Ivar. He drank more than you had and you didn’t feel particularly good. You shuffled through a medicine cabinet for the next few minutes and grabbed a glass of water.

It was second nature to do things for him anyways. Besides, all he would do is complain if you didn’t. You were doing it for yourself. Mostly… you also had the quiet hope that maybe he’d stay nicer if you helped. You placed the stuff on the counter next to the bed and picked up the cane, you paused at his braces. You didn’t know much about it but you had the feeling he probably shouldn’t have slept in that. The issue was that touching it was a big no go.

You undressed and entered the shower. What you needed was the warm water to distract you from your hangover, but what you ended up doing was thinking. Ivar probably put up a lot more walls and fronts than most people. They struggled to remain up when he was drinking and thinking was hard. Maybe that was cruel on your end to encourage but he seems so much calmer. There’s no way he enjoys being high strung and an asshole. He was always so angry and annoyed.

But now you had a small taste for something else he could be. It was poor taste on your part, but you liked it. It felt different. A part of you wanted to chase after that. Your life would be so much easier if you succeeded. It would make marrying him so much more tolerable.

Your shower was cut short— and by short, it lasted one hour instead of the three hours you could’ve easily spent pruning in there. The sound of Ivar groaning loudly distracting you from your thoughts. “Ivar?”

“I—,” he stopped talking for a moment and you turned off the shower. “I need help.” His voice was pained and you realized everything had hit him at once.

“Coming!” You hadn’t heard him ask for help before and it made you want to drop everything you were doing without any hesitation. It was one thing to demand stuff and another for him to admit he needed things. You dried off and threw a robe on. “I put a bunch of stuff by the bed. I don’t know what you usually take.”

Ivar rolled his torso over, grabbing at things and opening a bottle of painkillers. “Did you put these here?” His breath was labored and his eyes narrowed, but there was no anger behind it, just intent.

You nodded your head. “I woke up with a headache, I figured you’d feel worse.” His face softened up for a moment and he took a gulp of water along with some pills. “They usually take about thirty minutes to kick in—“

“I know how long they take,” his voice was stained but the pain he was in didn’t stop him from snapping at you.

You bit down on your bottom lip, holding back from snapping back. “I’m just trying to make conversation.” You chose your words carefully. You understood, on some level, the type of pain he was going through. You understood the short fuse it came with and the eagerness to find release. “I’m being nice. Don't antagonize me.”

Ivar tried to sit up and undo the braces but struggled. You sat down on the edge of the bed and wordlessly started to undo them when his hand quickly reached down and went over yours. You paused, your eyes quickly finding his. “What are you doing?” He asked. There was a panic behind his voice.

“I’m— you wanted them off, right?” You weren’t going to push a touchy subject but it wasn’t good to keep them in forever.

He stared at you, conflicted. “I don’t want you to— well I—“ the conversation was constantly at a stop and go. Neither of you were good at navigating even normal conversations together, let alone one about this. “Fine.” He took a deep breath and tilted his head.

You undid the braces easily, being gentle about it. You didn’t know his level of pain or which areas were sensitive and if any weren’t. “Does it hurt,” your voice was quiet as you watched him. He didn’t seem capable of looking at you.

“Not anymore than they already did.”

“You just look stressed.” You sat and stared at his face. Ivar didn’t seem capable of movement. Maybe it was just pain.

Ivar took a deep breath and then sighed. “People don't usually react well to it. I guess I just don’t want to know what you look like when you do.”

Your face fell and your mouth parted as you tried to figure out what to say. You guessed that he’d been told everything you wanted to say already. If he heard them a hundred times and still felt this way it wouldn’t change. “You told me you don’t care what other people think. In the bathroom, the day you proposed.”

“You already know I do.”

“You’re not good at hiding it, Ivar. It’s why I told you the office sided with you. I never judged you for stuff like this, it seems pointless. I do judge you when you go around asking like an asshole,” you teased. “So why would I start now?”

Ivar chuckled quietly in response. “I don’t know. I can’t fire you anymore? You had a lot of things you wanted to say about me but never did until now.”

Fair enough, you shrugged. “And it’s always a direct result of you being a jerk. But I care about you regardless in some capacity. If I didn’t I would’ve stayed in the shower.”

“Did you just get out of the shower?”

“I— yes.”

Ivar winced as he sat up in the bed. His back against the headboard. He just noticed you were wearing a robe. “Are you naked under there,” a smirk cracked on his face.

“N—No,” your face was immediately flushed at the mention of it. Your hand went back to the robe. You should’ve just let him struggle.

Ivar raised an eyebrow. “So you shower with your clothes on?” He laughed at the idea of it.

“Fine! I am. But it’s rude to ask a lady if she’s secretly naked,” you were flustered as you laughed. “I got worried! What was I supposed to do, leave you?”

“I would’ve,” he shrugged.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” you gave him a pointed look. There was no way he meant that. Please. The thought echoed in your mind.

But you didn’t get an answer as he glanced down at his slack covered legs. No braces. “How’d you do that so easily? Don't tell me your stalker work extended to stuff like this.”

It never felt relevant to mention why until now, since he asked. “I used to play on my college soccer team until I completely fucked my ACL, and my meniscus, and shattered my left knee. I think the poor girl I collided with got it worse, but I don’t really knkw that. It was a gnarly collision,” you reflected. “But the point is that my left leg was completely broken until graduation. I used to wear a brace like that until it started getting better.”

At the time it sucked but Ivar made you realize you were lucky it was a temporary thing. “I have scars but I doubt they compare much to whatever you’ve got,” you laughed. “So I wasn’t about to start bitching back when you got rude. Cause I get it, it hurts.”

Your leg bounced nervously as you watched him. Ivar didn’t say much, his blue eyes locked on your face. “It’s a little rude of you to heal,” he decided to say. Your face scrunched up in confusion. “We could’ve been crippled buddies, but you had to go be some loser who can walk,” he laughed.

Your body relaxed at his laugh and you found yourself laughing too. “You’re totally right. I’m so sorry, Ivar. I’ll do better next time.”

It was a dumb thing to joke about but it felt nice. “Can I see your scar? I’d like to make fun of it,” he nodded his head to your bouncing leg.

You stopped bouncing it and swallowed. “Well. As you astutely pointed out earlier— I’m naked, Ivar.” Your eyes were wide. There was no real reason to feel nervous about that.

“If that was your way of convincing me it was a bad idea, rest assured it had the opposite effect,” he immediately closed his mouth. You stared at each other for a moment longer until there was a knock at the door.

“I’m gonna go get dressed,” you smiled faintly as you got up. His mother entered the room and started to talk to Ivar. You couldn’t hear much of the conversation behind a closed door. Not that you could think much about it either. That cheeky bastard.

—

“I’m an absolute God at Mario Kart. You’re going to have to be a hacker if you want to beat me,” you smiled as kindly as you could manage. But your anger and determination was real.

Ivar was bed ridden, fair enough. You kinda liked the idea of just staying in bed the whole day. The honesty from earlier couldn’t be brought back due to an intruder, Hvitserk. Honestly, you liked him a lot more before learning he thought you were a gold digger. But it made more sense than reality.

Hivtserk was sitting on the floor, his back pressed against the foot of the bed. Everyone had a controller in hand as he set up Mario Kart. “I’m still amazed Ivar let you in his bed at all,” he admitted.

“I’m his fiancée. He ought to,” you teased. You glanced at Ivar who rolled his eyes. You remember his earlier comment ‘you can stay on the floor’. “Besides, it’s utterly massive.”

You were quick to select Waluigi and found that Ivar got annoyed at the selection. “Ivar always picks Waluigi,” Hivtserk laughed.

“Aww, is that why he’s pouting?” You could be nasty when it comes to competition. “Learn to share or pick a new character. Because if you’re marrying me then I get Waluigi.” Your face was so serious about the topic.

“How is that fair!”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. “You have such youngest-sibling energy! You’re a baby!” You cooed as you reached over, knowing that Ivar had to tolerate it.

But if you could play at that game then he could join. Your hand tried to touch his face and he used it as an excuse to pull you over and kissed you for a brief moment. It was your fault for establishing it was okay by doing it last night, but it didn’t stop your face from heating up as you pulled back. “I thought that’d shut you up.”

You glanced back to the screen, staying quiet for a moment. Why did that make your heart race when you knew he did it for show and prove you two were dating. This was especially true because his brother was here and already didn’t trust you. Hivtserk laughed at your response, “if only Ivar was so easy to silence.”

It threw you off. You got 5th place the first race and kicked yourself for it. “I thought you were supposed to be a God,” Ivar mocked.

Your eyes narrowed, “we have 4 more races. You won’t win another.” It brought back your competitive spirit as you focused on how annoyed you were. Anger was a good driving force and the game was a beautiful distraction.

Four games later and you smirked in self satisfaction at the top of the podium. “I told you, Ivar. You wouldn’t win another.” Hvitserk was just lucky to place considering how often he crashed. “I went easy on you since you already lost your character.”

“Oh shut up. Race me again.”

“I could still win!” Hvitserk insisted.

“You couldn’t even beat the simulation,” you snorted. “How can you beat me, let alone Ivar?”

—

The three of you played games, straying away from conversations. Others occasionally stopped by to try and talk but most left Ivar alone. They knew what he was usually like on his bad days but he was handling it better than usual. They blamed you but you knew better.

“They seem to really care about you,” you noted the moment you were alone with him.

“They’re family,” Ivar rolled his eyes, “they have to care.”

You nodded your head. “Still. You have people who do.” You were used to being alone by now. Seeing people in mass care like that was nice. You had friends but it was hard to hang out, you worked too much.

Ivar glanced at you, “well. They’ll care about you too.”

“For three years,” she snorted, “meanwhile Hvitserk thinks I’m a gold digger.” You weren’t sure why you cared as much as you did. But it felt personal to talk about. It wasn’t fun. Ivar looked away after your comment and ran his fingers through his hair. “We should set some ground rules,” you spoke up after a moment.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t expect you to kiss me earlier— I mean it’s fine. I kissed you last night. But I didn’t realize we’d just… do that now,” you bit your bottom lip. “It was smart. It makes us look real.”

He nodded his head slowly, “yeah well. I figured that was the goal.” It didn’t feel honest but you didn’t dare press it. Or maybe you were just wanting him to be lying.

“So, do we just dive deep into it? Hand holding, an occasional kiss, that kind of stuff? Just while they’re around,” you were quick to reassure. All of this felt like things that should’ve been addressed a long time ago.

Ivar shrugged and nodded his head again. “If my family is going to be interviewed I want them to believe it.”

“Then stop being a jerk then. To me at least,” you rushed. “Because you’ve been fine today but by now we both know I won’t back down. It just makes us look suspicious to be fighting and arguing all the time.”

To some extent you just liked him better like this. It was fun when his insults were over a dumb video game and not aimed at you not having a family. “Fair enough,” he agreed. “But— I want Waluigi next time.” A dumb trade, and one you didn’t want to make. You hesitated to agree to it and his eyebrow raised with great interest. “Does he matter that much to you?”

“I just hate conceding.”

Ivar snorted. “Maybe you’re more like me than you’d like to admit.”

“No I’m not!” You put your hand over your mouth after you said it.

“And you’re stubborn too,” Ivar tsked, shaking his head in shame at you. “If you were the boss I bet they’d call you a tyrant too.”

“You know about that?” You had assumed he didn’t. It just seemed like a thing he would’ve called out.

“Of course I know,” he rolled his eyes from where he sat on the bed. “I just ignore it. I’m used to people not liking me.”

“I like you,” you said instantly. It was the first time you vocalized the idea but it came natural in the moment. “When you aren’t trying to make me not like you, I like you.”

Ivar’s face got red and he scowled and looked away. “Well don’t.” It lacked the bite he usually had. It was hard to take seriously.

“Because you don’t care, right? Oh wait— you admitted that was a lie this morning. Why lie now?”

Ivar didn’t have anywhere to go after that. “It’s easier. This feeling is temporary. You’ll change your mind. I’d rather not feel worse about it later. You just think you like me.”

Your face softened and you sighed gently. “I’ve had more than enough time to develop a hatred of you. I think I’d know if me liking you as fake. We could be friends if you didn’t try so hard not to be.”

“Friends,” Ivar repeated and nodded his head. “You’re right. That’s what we could be.” His reply seemed off.

“Well then…” you trailed off. “Can we?”

“Can we what,” he asked, tired already.

“Be friends. I want to be your friend.”

He hesitated, his eyes narrowed at your face. “Fine. Maybe— it’s worth a shot at least.”

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[hamiltonimagines]

I Chose You

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Request: “hey can i do a request of love triangle between the reader, daveed diggs, and Lin manuel miranda? I don't care who the reader ends up with but i love your writing pieces where LMM or Diggs gets jealous” - @hamilpan

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Slight angst and a mini makeout scene

“Come on Daveed, hurry up. We’re going to be late” I called out to my best friend, who had a tendency to run late. “I’m coming” I heard him call back. A minute later he came running out of his room.

“Are you ready now?” I asked him. He checked his pocket for his phone and then nodded his head. “So who’s party is this again?” I asked Daveed, as we walked out our apartment door.

“My friend Lin, I don’t think you’ve ever met him. But, he said I could bring a plus one and you were the obvious choice” he told me. “I better have been the obvious choice, I’m your best friend” I told him, sassily.

Daveed and I had met in college and really got along right away. I had always kind of had a crush on him. We had moved into an apartment together about a year ago, and every day it got harder to keep it a secret.

We got in Daveed’s car and drove to the party. We arrived and saw there were a bunch of cars parked outside. Daveed knocked on the front door and we waited for someone to answer. Then the door opened and I saw a man standing there, I didn’t recognize him.

“Daveed! I’m so glad you could make it” the guy said, as he hugged Daveed. “I wouldn’t miss it. Lin this is Y/N, Y/N this is Lin” Daveed said, introducing us. “It’s nice to meet you” I said, smiling. “Your girlfriend Y/N, or your friend Y/N?” Lin asked Daveed. “No, we’re just friends and roommates. We met in college” Daveed said. “Good, so the pretty girl isn’t taken” Lin said, smirking.

I felt my cheeks heat up and I felt really awkward. I didn’t know what to say. Daveed seemed a little shaken up by Lin’s comment as well. “Well come in come in” Lin said, breaking the silence.

“I’m going to introduce Y/N to some people, but we’ll catch up with you” Daveed said. Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me with him.

“Hey it’s Daveed” I heard someone say. Daveed pulled me over to a group of people. “How have you been man?” One of the guys asked Daveed. “I’ve been good, I want to introduce you all to someone” Daveed said.

“Everyone this is Y/N. Y/N this is Anthony, Jasmine, Oak, Renée, Leslie, and Pippa” Daveed said. “It’s nice to meet you all” I said, politely. “It’s nice to meet you too, your outfit is so pretty by the way” Jasmine said to me. “Oh thank you, that’s really sweet” I said, thanking her. All of Daveed’s friends seemed really nice so far.

“I have to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back. Will be okay until then?” Daveed asked me, whispering in my ear. “Yeah, I’ll be fine” I told him, and gave him a reassuring nod.

“So Y/N, how did you meet Diggs?” Anthony asked me. “Well we met back in college, I was very late to my first class freshman year. My alarm hadn’t gone off, so I was frantically running to class. Then I bumped into this guy and he spilled his coffee all over me. Turns out that guy was Daveed. He gave me his sweatshirt to wear and cover up the massive coffee stain. Then it turns out we were going to the same class, so we ended up talking and really hit it off” I explained.

“So are you guys dating or what?” Pippa asked me. “No no no, we’re just friends” I said, my face starting to heat up again. “You’re blushing! Do you like him?” Renée asked me.

“No it’s not like that” I said, but I couldn’t say it with a straight face. “You sure about that?” Oak said. “Just don’t bring it up to him” I begged them. “We've got your back” Renée said, smiling. “Well maybe” Anthony said, smirking.

Jasmine hit his arm and gave him a serious look. “We won’t tell him” Jasmine said, but it sounded more like she was telling Anthony and not me. Then I saw Lin heading over towards our group.

He winked at me as he walked over. I just hoped that no one else had seen it. “Hey guys” Lin said, smiling. “Hey Lin, have you met Y/N yet?” Jasmine asked. “Yep, I did have the pleasure of meeting this beauty” Lin said, smirking at me. I couldn’t even look at him, I felt super embarrassed and giddy.

“Woah man, you better be careful. There’s some I unconfessed love between her and Diggs” Anthony said. I glared at him. “Guess I’ll just to have to compete for her affection” Lin said, still smirking

“Oh look it’s Daveed” I said, changing the subject as Daveed walked back over. Daveed stood in between Lin and I. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his side. “Did I miss anything?” He whispered in my ear.

I felt like I was on cloud nine. Why was Daveed being so touchy all of a sudden? I mean, we were super close friends and were always hugging and whatnot. But this was a new level.

“No, just some small talk” I told him. “You know what would make this party more interesting?” Leslie asked. “Spin the bottle!” Anthony exclaimed, excitedly. “No, I was going to say truth or dare” Leslie clarified.

Everyone in the group muttered some form of agreement. We all grabbed chairs and sat in a circle. Daveed made sure that I was sitting next to him and not Lin. I had Jasmine on my left and Daveed on my right. And to Daveed’s right was Lin.

“Alright Anthony, truth or dare?” Oak asked, starting the game. “Give me a truth, but a good one” Anthony said. “What was your first impression of Jasmine?” Oak asked.

“Not even joking, I remember thinking She’s gorgeous, too bad she probably has a boyfriend” Anthony answered.

“Alright Lin, truth or dare?” Anthony asked Lin. “Dare, I’m not one to shy away from a challenge” Lin said.

“Alright, you have to act out a scene. You’ve just found out that your girlfriend is leaving you for another guy. Y/N is playing your girlfriend. Action!” Anthony said.

I froze and I also saw Daveed kind of freeze up. Lin jumped out of his seat and ran over in front of me. He kneeled in front of me and right away was in character.

“Y/N how could you? After all we’ve been through?” He asked, very emotionally. He grabbed my hands and cried out. “How can you leave me for him? What does Hubert have that I don’t?” He asked me.

I giggled at his name choice and he kept going. “Y/N, my true love, my soulmate, the sun to my shine. How can you leave me?” He cried out.

“Andddd cut” Anthony called out. “Nice job” I said, laughing and giving Lin a high five. “Bravo” Renée said. “Thank you thank you” Lin said, bowing.

“Y/N, you’re up next. Truth or dare?” Lin asked me. “Well I’m the only one here who’s not an actor, so I don’t want to have to do whatever that was. So I’ll pick truth” I said, nervously.

“What is your dream date? In other words, where am I taking you after this party?” Lin said, flirting. I saw Daveed glare at Lin. I ignored the comment and answered the question.

“This probably sounds really lame, but maybe like just staying in. And drawing in coloring books, listening to music, and baking cookies. It’s the simple stuff” I answered, honestly.

“I’m with you girl, those are the best dates” Jasmine said. “In other words, take notes Anthony” Pippa said. “I’ll be back” Daveed said, standing up and leaving the room. He seemed like he was in a bad mood, but I wasn’t sure why.

“Jasmine, you pick someone for me, I’m gonna go check on him” I told her. I heard her asking Pippa as I walked away. I followed Daveed upstairs into a guest bedroom.

“Hey what’s going on?” I asked him, I saw him sitting on the bed. “Oh it’s nothing, how’s your date with Lin going?” He asked, angrily. “Date with Lin? D, what are you talking about?” I asked him. “I’m talking about all the flirting, it’s been nonstop since we showed up. What’s going on with you two?” He asked me.

“Nothing, and even if there was, it’s none of your business. I don’t know why you’re so concerned about this” I told him. “I don’t want you to get hurt” he told me. “Well I’m a big girl, I can handle myself” I told him.

I really didn’t understand why he cared so much. Why was it any of his business?

“I’m not trying to run your life or anything, he just doesn’t feel like your type to me” Daveed said. “What do you know about my type?” I asked him. “I know that it should be me” Daveed said, under his breath.

“You should be my type?” I asked, confused. “Y/N, I like you” he told me. “You like me?” I asked. “Are you just going to repeat everything I say?” Daveed asked, he sounded frustrated. “I’m sorry, I’m just shocked” I said. “Well it’s fine, you don’t have to say anything back. I can tell that you clearly like Lin” Daveed said.

“You don’t know that” I argued. “Oh really? You’ve been staring at him all night, and he clearly is interested in you. He hasn’t made that a secret. And you’ve made no effort to stop his advances” Daveed said, and he sounded really upset.

“What do you want me to do? Yell at him and tell him off. He’s one of your friends, I’m not going to start a fight with him” I explained to Daveed. “Whatever, I’m going home. I figured maybe tonight would be the night I finally asked you out, but it’s clear Lin has ruined that for me” He said, starting to leave.

“News flash, I like you too” I confessed. “What?” He asked me, speechless. He turned and looked back at me and he looked so confused. “Daveed, I like you” I repeated. I walked up to him and held his hands.

“But what about the flirting with Lin?” He asked. “It feels nice to have a guy flirt with you sometimes, and I’ve been dropping hints to you forever and you’ve never noticed. And maybe I wanted to make you jealous, but it’s just because I’ve liked you forever and you never even paid attention” I explained to him.

“I thought you just saw me as a friend” Daveed said, still kind of confused. “Would I do this if I saw you as a friend?” I asked him.

Then I cupped his face and leaned in and kissed him.

Daveed seemed to be in shock, but after a second he kissed me back. It was perfect. I had imagined kissing Daveed a thousand times, but it was better than any of those fantasies.

His lips tasted like the beer he had been drinking. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. I felt like a school girl, who was having her first crush.

He placed his hands on my hips. One of his hands slipped under my shirt and massaged my side. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lightly tugged on his hair.

I pulled away for a second to catch my breath, but Daveed didn’t seem satisfied yet. He let me take a breather and started to suck on the side of my neck. I pulled harder on his hair. “Wanted to do this for so long” he mumbled as he kept kissing my neck.

He started to try and pull my shirt off. He got it up to where my stomach was exposed and then the door opened.

We both pulled away quickly and pretended as though nothing had been happening. I saw that Lin was standing stunned in the doorway.

“Oh...uh hey Lin” I said, pretending like this was a normal situation. “Guess I missed my chance” Lin said. “Yep, you sure did. Y/N’s mine. So did you need something?” Daveed asked, sounding frustrated.

“No, I just had some voice in the back of my head that thought maybe Y/N was waiting up here for me. I thought maybe we had something going, but that’s alright. You two seemed to be made for each other. Really you seem to be a good couple” Lin said genuinely, as he left the room.

“So you promise there’s nothing between you two?” Daveed asked me. “Daveed, stop worrying. I chose you. That’s all you need to know” I said, leaning in to kiss him again.

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[make-sterek-canon]

That night I found you || ArmPol oneshot (KinnPorsche The Series)

“That night I found you”

[Arm’s POV] (italics = emphasis/others)

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By the time Arm arrives at the Theerapanyakun residence he's exhausted to the core, and when he reaches the quarters for the family bodyguards all lights are out except for one. The soft light is coming from a little lamp beside one of the couches and someone is in there, sitting straight.

Arm walks up to the couch and notices right away who that someone is. Pol. Perfectly still and with his suit and sunglasses still on. He's completely asleep by the looks of it.

Smiling to himself, Arm walks to the lamp to switch the light off but movement stops him in his tracks.

"Arm... ?"

A sigh escapes Arm's mouth and he emits a tiny sound of confirmation. Pol sits straighter, if that's even possible. "What time is it... ?"

He's still out of it and Arm can't help but smile fondly. "A little after 3 in the morning."

"Fuck, it's late..."

"Yeah," Arm sighs once again, fiddling with the hem of his suit jacket. "I didn't mean to wake you up... Sorry."

Pol sends a tiny smile his way, a rare ocurrence that only happens once in a while... if you're lucky to witness it. "It's okay, I was just resting my eyes." That makes Arm snort. "Right..." But then his mind is elsewhere, in sync with his eyes. Following Pol's hand that passes through his face and silky hair. Silky in appearance because Arm doesn't dare touch it... in case he becomes addicted to the sensation. He knows his gaze is turning heated but he cannot stop himself.

"How did it go?"

When Pol asks that, it takes Arm by surprise so he just makes a distracted noise of acknowledgement.

"The meeting. Did it go well for us?"

Arm cringes internally at his own mistake. He should be paying attention instead of dreaming around. What if he did that in the middle of the day while working?

"Ah, well... You know. Same old, same old."

"Nobody had to draw a gun?"

"Nah, not today. It's been a while since the last time..."

"True."

The deal was done so at least they didn't have to see those ugly mugs for the time being.

At the silence that follows, Arm starts becoming restless and visibly flinches when Pol's eyes narrow in suspicion. The strategy he uses is the same one every single time. It might be overused but it works miracles. "How did Boss Tankhun behave in my absence?"

"Like the brat we all know and have to put up with." Pol sounds so done that Arm can't hide a smile in time for the other to see. The frown deepens.

"He hit you again," Arm says as a matter of fact.

Pol nods, the frown slowly leaving his face. "Twice. No mercy."

"Poor Pol...," he teases, a smirk following. "Did it hurt?"

"It's hurting my pride now. Would you stop?" He may look angry but he's not. Anyone that knows the man can see it's just an act he likes to put up to confuse strangers and make them nervous. He's good but Arm is better.

Smug, he answers. "Touchy subject... Okay, okay. Duly noted."

"Ass."

Pol tries to hit Arm but he's faster and catches his hand before it makes contact with his stomach. However, his breath abandons him as if he was hit anyway. Their hands are kind of intertwined and neither of them are moving. Pol looks up then, right into Arm's chocolate eyes full of intent and speaks up: "Have you eaten dinner yet?"

That breaks the moment and Arm lets go, stepping back. Straightening his back and tie with trembling hands, he tries composing himself the best he can. It isn't really working but at least some of the urges have receded.

"No." He answers once his voice is back and he knows he won't do a high pitch voice. He doesn't want Pol to know how much he affects him.

"There are some leftovers... Want me to heat them up for you?"

"It's okay, Pol. You should go to sleep. It's late."

"I can wait. Or you don't want me to?"

And all of a sudden it's like he's asking something else. Don't you want me to stay with you? It's in moments like this one in which Arm kind of hates Pol. The way he takes care of him when he doesn't need to, those nights he waits for him after a long meeting... It makes Arm hope for something he shouldn't even dream of having. A relationship. A lover. Because Pol is a co-worker and they shouldn't flirt or even look at each other like nothing else matters. Because Arm knows. But it's simply not possible.

His eyes are closed so he cannot see the hurt in Pol's eyes when he replies, in a soft but firm tone. "Goodnight, Pol."

He suceeds in ignoring Pol's sigh and heavy footsteps when he retreats into their shared room but what he cannot ignore is his heart breaking. It feels as if million crystals are inside his chest now, slicing him from inside out.

Once the pain subsides to a dull and more tolerable ache he silently goes to the kitchenette only to find a plate with leftovers covered with cling film and a note beside it at the kitchen countertop:

"Just microwave and eat it. You work too much and you need the energy. Don't stay up until late. Sweet dreams~ Pol."

If Arm smiles is nobody's business.

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Hi~

It's been a while since I last wrote and in English too, which is not my native language. If you're wondering why I've written this oneshot is basically because I fell in love with those two silly actors and the ship should be canon in the series. Like, for real. Gimme Pol/Arm!

You can see their chemistry in this tiktok video. It's insane! :3

Go give the teaser for the series some love.

I hope you all enjoyed it! <3

~Aeriel

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[malereader-inserts]

Lonely This Christmas

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Avengers & Male!Reader Summary: Word on the street, Christmas has always been a terrible holiday for you. Word Count: 1.040  A/n: I apologise for the train wreck of this post is but oh well

Word on the street, that you, the mischief rascal of the band of unstable superheroes, hated Christmas for the very fact it has never been a good holiday for you or to you. And, no one really knows why. They don’t ask as they are decent human(ish) beings with common sense that people have touchy subjects. You know they were aware of your distaste of the holiday and you rather not know how they found this information.

But, everyone loves Christmas, what is there not to love? The snow in New York City, spending it with family and exchanging gifts. Of course, for some people, it’s attending church. Others it’s the alcohol, looking at you Tony, and other’s Christmas dinner. But, whatever it is Christmas is a joyful thing, most of the time - if you excuse the holiday tension and inevitable arguments that will arise.

But, that doesn’t stop you from helping out decorate the base. So, when Sam comes knocking on your door asking if you want to help put up the tree, you wouldn’t exactly say no. In fact, you enjoyed watching everyone assemble a ten-foot tree in the middle of the base, you enjoyed every minute of the group arguing whether they were doing red and gold or blue and white that year (in which they had decided to split the tree in a vertical half and decorate it in the respective colour.) 

It was Vision, Peter and Tony’s job to hang the Christmas lights up by the roof whilst Bucky and Steve inflated the inflatable snowman and Santa Claus out by the front. You and Natasha changed the decor of pillowcases and such in the kitchen and living room with the theme that was based on the tree. The colour scheme sometimes clashed if you moved your head too quick but it truly reflects the team.

And, it wasn’t like you weren’t going to participate in anything else. You helped Peter make cookies with Christmas theme because he wanted cookies, hell you even had a good laugh with Clint, Sam and Bucky on their failing gingerbread house. 

You just never found Christmas pleasant to you, that’s all.

But, that doesn’t stop you from getting presents from your team, but everything was too much for you. All the joy and happiness soon fade away sort of thing. Clint was going to spend Christmas with his family with Natasha, as well as Tony, Pepper and Morgan spending it together. Steve and Sharon were spending Christmas with Bucky and Sam, on top of that Bruce and Thor were spending Christmas god knows somewhere whilst Vision and Wanda were flying out to Scotland. And of course, Peter was with Aunt May - leaving you alone.

And no one had bothered to ask you what you were going to do on Christmas, not that you were really arsed at all - it was pointless and it saves you from the embarrassment from the question. So everyone was out the base by the twenty-third. 

You sighed, scratching the back of your head.

Christmas is a bad holiday when you don’t have a family, and the only family you had were all busy. 

Sounds selfish of you, but it was your first actual Christmas since you had become an orphan and it could have been nice to spend it with them. Being in a team was being in a family that cared about you and for the first time, it felt nice.

You leave the base on the twenty-fourth, Christmas Eve to go to Times Square. The white snow brings the city to life and the bright commercial lights lighting up the atmosphere. You sighed as you stuffed your hands in your pockets, watching how you breath there was a puff of light steam escaping your pale cold lips. It was a busy city however you managed to get yourself a hot chocolate and watch the people walk past you as you sat on a nearby bench. 

“You know,” You jumped when you hear a familiar voice, turning to look on your left you see Steve standing there almost as if the cold doesn’t bother him, “We wondered what you were doing for Christmas.”

You shrugged your shoulders as you adjust your hat upon your head and murmured a little noise as Steve sits down next to you. There was a silence between the two of your as he looks at you, you give him a side-eye.

“What are you doing? Thought you were spending Christmas in Brooklyn?” Steve shrugs his shoulders as you take a sip of your hot drink.

“Yeah, we were,” Steve started, “But a better thought came up from Sam, surprisingly.”

You chuckled, shaking your head at Steve’s little dig towards his best mate, you raised an eyebrow and looked at him, “Oh, so what is it?”

“Nobody deserves to be alone on Christmas you know,” You looked at him taken aback, “And I’ve heard that you haven’t seen any Christmas movies before.”

“Well, it’s hard to do that when you barely had a tv when you were growing up,” You shrugged your shoulders, as Steve gives you a look, “What?”

“Come on, we have Christmas to celebrate,” Steve stands up, you looked mildly confused until you hear Christmas carollers singing behind to super-soldier.

Your knitted eyebrows drew in closer as you stood up as stepped to the side to see your team awfully singing “O Come All Ye Faithful,” you breathe out a chuckle, shaking your head as tones of red spread in your cheek - you don’t know whether it because of amusement or the cold hitting you. 

“Alright, alright, please stop singing-” You complained but there was a smile as the group open their arms to you.

“Come on, kiddo, we know you’re desperate for a hug,” Tony teased, his hands on Morgan’s shoulder, who was waving frantically to come to join them.

You shake your head in amusement as you move towards them allowing the group of your weird individuals you fondly call as your family, engulf you in a warm crushing hug. 

“Let's go home,” Bruce suggested, he gives you a wink as you smile brightly.

Maybe Christmas wasn’t that bad of a holiday after all.

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[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

Fruits Basket HCs

If you haven’t been able to tell from my blog, I REALLY love Fruits Basket. I have this immense love for these characters and I want to share the different headcanons that I have for each of these fantastic characters. I’m going to cover a lot of ground so I apologize if this becomes really long. To make this easier for myself this first part is just going to be my six favorite characters (Momiji, Tohru, Kyo, Kakeru, Hatori and Hatsuharu).

Momiji: 

* The mental health side of things for Momiji is that in my non-professional medical opinion (to quote the original show) he has really high levels of ADHD. He learned to combat this by taking gymnastics lessons as a young boy while everyone else was doing karate he was learning to be bouncing ball. 

*This one is a pretty much canon one but I love this idea; Momiji is genderfluid. I love the idea of Momiji hanging around Ritsu and learning about fashion from them. I also just really love the idea of Momiji in a cute little skirt with shorts underneath (don’t judge me I just really love the idea of it.) 

*Number one touchy friend!! He’s constantly a ball of energy and will hug and cling to all of his friends if they indulge him. He loves affection both giving it and receiving it.  

*He is surprisingly a really good baker!! I love the idea of him making friendship cupcakes for Tohru after everything happened just to thank her for all her help (She wouldn’t accept them but offer to share them with him instead.) 

*He learned violin from Ayame. I like to think that out of all the Sohma’s he is the most musically inclined. If you want to learn how to play an instrument go to Aya he’ll help you out fam. 

*How he learned German and started using that as his main language was in elementary school right after what happened with his mom happened (I’m trying to keep this as non-spoilery as possible so that my friends can read this too). He wanted something that reminded him of her but wasn’t painful. So he decided to learn another language and Hatori helped him. 

*He is probably one of the most likely to spoil his future children. He’ll give them the childhood that he was never technically given. If those children wanted something they were going to get it whether or not it was their birthday they want it. Plus he has the money to get them whatever they want!! 

Tohru: 

*So space cadet Tohru is canon and I am of the personal belief that a little bit of ADD which is why she always needs Yuki’s help with school. Most of these HCs are going to be a little bit mental health related mostly because that’s how I see them. 

*If Tohru had the ability to go to college it would be to become a professional chef. She loves cooking for other people and making people happy. Professional chefs to me are the types of people that love to make others happy which is why she cooks for others. 

*She is definitely the hug friend. What is the hug friend you may ask? It is a person that can give the best hugs. She is constantly getting hugs from Uo-chan and Hana-chan and to me she just seems the type that would give the best hugs in the entire world. 

*She has always been interested in being in a relationship someday. When she was little she loved Disney movies and would fantasize about one day finding her own personal Prince Charming. 

*At first in dating Kyo, Tohru gets flustered by EVERYTHING. This poor girl is always blushing around the love of her life. 

*Her favorite subject in school will always be cooking but she is surprisingly good at history!! She loves learning about the past mostly because she is one of the few people that found it interesting. 

*As a mom she is the most doting parent, the type that kids get embarrassed by at sleepovers. 

Kyo: 

*My first HC for our favorite cat boi is that he has autism. Hear me out, when I was in middle school I struggled immensely when it came to relating to people and understanding how they felt. I had undiagnosed aspergers at the time and found that he was one of the few characters that wanted to be better at dealing with his emotions and people. Having that relatability now that I’m older has been a huge help. 

*The most surprising HC that I have about Kyo is that he loves to write. Usually it’s just little things that irritate him throughout the day. It’s how he learned to officially get his anger calmed down so that he wouldn’t yell anymore once Hajime and his kids were born. 

*As a kid Kyo never had ice cream. It’s the same thing with the pancakes where he had never had sweets that wasn’t fruit. Tohru is appalled by this and one of their first dates was to get him to try ice cream (his favorite is mint chocolate chip) 

*Growing up he was alone a lot but I think that he would find companionship in books and literature. I feel like he’d be really good at school like in the original where we see him pouring over books to study. (The best way to get him to do well is of course a little competition.) 

*Kyo is a hella overprotective dad once his kids are born. This is obvious but if he has any daughters those future boyfriends, run just run. 

*Once the curse is broken he is constantly trying to make up for the years where he wasn’t able to get physical affection. After he gets over his own flustered tsundere habits with Tohru they became easily the closest couple. He finds that he loves having his hair pet (if he purrs he’ll deny it until the end of time)  

*I think that out of all my favorites Kyo would be the best listener. You got a problem, no matter how stupid it is, Kyo will do his damndest to help you out. That’s just who he is especially when it comes to those he loves. 

Kakeru: 

*Kakeru’s mental health theory is that he has ADHD just like Momiji combined with dyslexia so he sometimes has a hard time reading things and needs help understanding what exactly he’s looking at for homework. 

*Him and Kimi always start prank wars that could go on FOREVER. If nobody stops them they can just go at each other for days. Eventually either Yuki or Machi will get too exhausted of their antics and force them to stop. These prank wars usually happen about once a month on the second week. They all fear this time of the month and whenever it happens it usually lasts for about three days. 

*Definite anime lover this boi!! He grew up watching the classics and it’s just something that stuck with him. 

*Before he became chaotic Kakeru TM he always hid this part of his personality but now that he’s older he is very open about his love for anime. 

*He wasn’t close to Machi until after she was kicked out of the family house. Before then he was almost indifferent towards her existence but when that happened he realized that he wanted to make her feel better whether she wanted it or not. 

*He is the best cuddler fight me on this. I feel like once you got him calmed down he would always be down for cuddling his S\O. 

*This one is pretty common amongst the fandom judging by how many people ship him with Yuki but I think that he’s not bisexual he’s pansexual he just loves people!! 

Hatori: 

*I don’t have a mental health HC for Hatori really other than PTSD (which let’s face it almost all of this cast of characters has.) 

*Before he met Kana he knew next to nothing about popular culture. His music taste was stuck in the 50′s and to her that was an absolute travesty!! Who hadn’t heard of Queen, Elton John or David Bowie?! She made it her goal to get him into modern things so that he could understand her. At the time he didn’t really understand a lot of the things that she liked. However, once she left him he learned to appreciate modern music and film. 

*Something that I really love about Hatori is the thought that he would be a fan of musical theater. It’s something that not a whole lot of people know mainly Shigure and Ayame and Aya always gets him tickets when a show he likes comes to town. 

*He can’t cook to save his life!! Literally the type of person that would somehow burn water and he doesn’t have the time to cook everyday but usually Momiji will bring him food that he makes. 

*Definitely a romantic at heart no matter how much the idea of love has hurt him in the past. He loves making Mayu happy at random intervals. From buying her random bouquets of flowers to planning things on a larger scale he just loves making her happy. 

*As a parent he’s the type to definitely be overprotective especially when they aren’t feeling well. His kid fainted at school? He’s already there trying to find out what went wrong and keep them at home with him for a few days until they get Dr. Tori’s clean bill of health. 

*As much as he bitches and moans about Ayame and Shigure’s annoying tendencies he couldn’t ask for two better best friends. \

Hatsuharu: 

*Mental health HC is that he’s bipolar thanks to the other dark personality even though most of the time he’s white it’s something that after everything happens Hatori insists he gets an official diagnosis of. 

*He loves grunge rock. The first time he discovered Nirvana Kurt Cobain became his instant hero. Not a way to live his life but someone that he was inspired by. His second favorite band is All Time Low (I’ve never heard any of their stuff this one is for my best friend who is an absolute Haru-stan) 

*He got his tattoo as his own way of rebelling against his family order. I think that his parents (we only really ever hear of his mom) being strict on him. That’s where the multiple piercings came from as well. Whenever he would hit a low point before middle school he would get a new one. 

*He is actually a really good cook and entirely capable of taking care of himself since his parents are often too busy for him. 

*He got into gaming by accidentally seeing Shigure playing a dating sim (Fight me on this one I dare you say that Shigure the pervy bastard doesn’t play these things) 

*He is definitely the romantic type as we see him bringing Rin flowers to cheer her up. He might be a little bit stiff at first and awkward but once he gets used to the person you bet your ass he’ll just cling to you as we see with Yuki much to his everlasting annoyance. 

*He’s an amazing artist!! He loves to draw just about anything that he can get his hands on. It’s something that he does now when he hits a low point instead of wrecking things he learned the proper way of coping with his problems. 

Whew!! Sorry about the length on this guy but I really wanted to do this while waiting for the dub to catch up. I will make more if people want more of them!! 

#headcanon #Fruits Basket

[razorblade180]

Talking about the Bees

Over the years bmblb has given me a mix of emotions that were difficult to explain but I’ve gotten a pretty good handle on them now and I’m kinda just putting them out into the air. Bmblb is a really cute ship; Blake and Yang are aesthetically pleasing together and fans come up with really interesting things for them. Outside of that however, it is a bit of a challenge to enjoy this ship and it comes down two things really.

The first thing is really easy to explain. It suffers from what most ships in shows have where there’s plenty of pairings; it’s gotten so big that it’s constantly louder than most ships. This problem really can’t be fixed all that much unfortunately. For those who don’t get what I’m saying I’ll explain. When I watch RWBY and Blake and Yang do anything together, I instantly know social media is gonna be flooded with it. The fans are all gonna post similar things regarding that clip that everything else about that episode practically gets drowned out. I remember in V5 where countless of people were talking about how Yang was gonna react to Blake in the final episode and not about how she was gonna confront her mother. What makes it seem louder is even during a hiatus there’s no real slow down. Someone can make a post saying “Bees killedAdam” today and it most likely trend higher than an extremely well drawn picture of Oscar. No other ship does this. When major things happen to big ships like White Rose and Renora people eat up for a couple of weeks then move on; they don’t even flood the hashtags really. It’s only Bmblb that has this constant high 24/7 because of the sheer size and energy of the shippers; that’s why it’s super easy to upset the hive; not to mention the Wasps.

The second thing is a bit more controversial but these are my opinions and obviously no one is obligated to agree with me. Bmblb to me does not seemed earned. Like I said, they look cute together but their relationship is really hollow and leaves a lot to be desired in my opinion. It’s like Rooster Teeth made all the plot points but never connected them; some have dashed lines but that’s it. Yang in vol5 was so touchy over the subject of Blake that she lashed out momentarily at Weiss and Ruby. Even after talking about it with Weiss, a lot of pent of emotions were still there and could only be resolved by confronting Blake with them. At the end of the volume I held out hope that her saying they were fine was just because it was the end of the volume. Then we got to V6

It starts of good with their being this awkwardness between them; things aren’t normal yet and that’s good. Next major thing is the barn scene and that’s where the ball drops. Yang getting upset at Blake for her comment about being protected should’ve been the flood gate for a well of deeper problems. Yang should’ve ripped into her about all the pain she’s caused her since V3. Blake didn’t believe Yang during the tournament incident, then she left without a word, now she’s back by coincidence and talking about standing by people when they need help. That aggression she showed Ruby and Weiss should’ve been in full force here while Blake tried defending herself and also getting a angry instead of Yang just leaving; then having her help only Blake a few scenes later. I mean Yang has a golden opportunity to talk about her abandonment issues here.

That argument could’ve caused the both of them to not speak to each other and only be hurt up until the airship mission. Instead of a cute scene of Blake telling Yang how bad stealth she is, replace it with Blake trying to apologize again and clear the air as Yang only listens because as much as she wants to forgive her, she’s genuinely hurt so Blake goes to do her part of the mission without an answer. Then Adam shows up and Yang rushes into action like in the show. Both of them are forced to get their shit together and face the vital reason they are in this emotional situation. The scene plays out as normal about them protecting each other and we have them both break down and crying after they beat him too. They’re both apologizing for everything that’s happened and Yang tells her how much Blake means to her. Now these awkward and cute scenes in V7 feel earned between them and not bait because they have a complete arc.

We know Rooster Teeth can pull this off because they’ve made a complete arc before. Blake met Sun and he started as a stranger she’s into and would help her with or without permission. She likes it until it becomes a problem in V4 where she actively tries shuts him out of her life and is upset that he’s around to the point she hits him. Sun however continues to push the boundaries. This comes to a head where she gets really upset after he could’ve died. Both of them end up having a serious conversation where they air out all of their emotional stress. Then we spend V5 with Blake actively including him and giving him information about her life willing to the point she tells him about Ilia’s past and let’s him know she’s going to meet her.

This payoff keeps happening from that point forward where they have each other’s back and supporting one other until the end of the volume. The two of them confident that they don’t even have to constantly be around each other and that they can handle things separately. Then the arc closes in the beginning of V6. Blake went from hitting Sun and not wanting him around to being sad that he’s leaving her and kisses him on the cheek. Sun isn’t worried about her and trying to stick with her. He knows Blake is where she needs to be and doesn’t pressure her to figure everything out so fast; he respects her boundaries. They had a complete arc.

This is why Bmblb and BlackSun are so aggressive. More fans love Bmblb and they are drowning in evidence that their ship will be canon, BlackSun feels more complete. Their relationship has matured more naturally; the dots connect. There’s just not as many dots at this point. I’m not picking sides or anything because at this point o think Blake should be single and focus on who she is as a person for awhile, which would do Yang’s character some good. Yang has not initiated any meaningful conversation or action with anyone except Blake and her mom. Weiss just happened to be kidnapped by Raven and she also made Yang open up after her lash out. Yang barely talks to Ruby and outside of V1 and their hug in V5 there hasn’t been a real heart to heart with them, but she’s talked with, or about Blake plenty with varying emotions. Jaune is consistent with his feelings. Pyrrha makes him sad and any serious conversation holds a wait of him struggling to press on and slowly getting better because almost everyone has talked to him to help progress his character. Yang is trapped in a bubble talking to Blake and Blake is only allowed to really talk to Weiss if it’s about racism.

I know it’s a bit of tangent but Rooster Teeth is kinda letting this problem bleed over into other characters; especially when it comes to making plot points with no lines. Perfect example we got this volume. Ruby has been in the mindset that she failed to save Penny for like a year and felt crushed about her friends death, yet did not sob uncontrollably learning that her friend was alive. But she cried when she saw her sister, a person she left at home who wasn’t talking to her. If Pyrrha came back you could bet everything that Jaune would be on the floor in tears because it would be weird of he didn’t do that for someone he mourned over. It’s almost like if it’s not shipping related then RT doesn’t care that much but they obviously love Bmblb, yet it’s skeleton of what it should be by now!

That kinda wraps up the basis of my feelings towards the Bees. I really do think this ship is nice but it’s just so lack luster for the amount of people who love it way more than me and for RT to try and sell people on it. I don’t like comparing shows but for anyone who’s heard of The Dragon Prince, season 3 is nine episodes yet the evolution of two characters relationships feels way more natural; also it wasn’t planned from the beginning of the show. If they can do it, Rooster Teeth can too. I say this because I care and want to see the show improve. Like besides Adam, what do Yang and Blake have to talk about? Yang never is in the above faunus oppression. Anytime Blake gets racism thrown her way it’s Weiss that deals with it. Blake and Yang killed the lifeblood their ship was riding on way too long.

#rwby #rwby talk #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #sun wukong #rwby ships #bmblb #rwby blacksun #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #penny polendina #arkos

[fmab-liveblog]

Finally on episode 2 and man there’s a lot of screaming people inside the philosopher’s stone. Thanks, narrator. 

:o so many transmutation circle styles! Wish I knew anything about occult stuff or irl alchemy, because I’m sure they have real meaning. Again, gonna hold off on commenting on the intro and outro. I’ll do it episode 3. 

Namedrop for Xerxes, Philosopher Stone/Elixir of Life/lots of other names followed by Ed being absolutely precious (and a little shit about not getting more information kjlhiu). Maybe I’m projecting, but Al looks... sadder. Stiffer, like he’s not used to his body yet. Who knows how long it took Ed to get his automail and for them to start exploring

Oof. Felt that. Ed’s, what, 5? Already calling his dad out. Also can we just appreciate how cute the boys are when they’re young? And that Ed was always a short shit? Al’s younger and nearly the same height. Ed used to dress nice, too. 

You can see the very slight difference in Ed and Al’s hair/eye color here. Ed’s is more gold, where Al has a noticeable green tint in his eyes and slightly drabber hair.

I’m having a hard time getting sad about their mom since she’s had all of two lines so far, but this? This hurts. It being Alphonse twists the knife harder and that small little admission that he’s hungry is just, sad. He’s going to his brother for comfort and direction, gently trying to encourage them to go home and leave their mom’s grave (making excuses that it’s cold and he’s hungry). It’s obviously late in the day - who knows how long they’ve been huddled up there?

Hitting too close to home, show. Please return to the fun fantasy violence that doesn’t make me uncomfortable ljkhjgh

Anywho, you can tell Ed’s response isn’t what Al wants. Al, I don’t know him well enough to say whether he’s the forgiving type, but he’s a lot slower to write someone off than Ed. (I say that because ‘slow to anger’ and ‘quick to forgive’ are NOT the same thing.) This little interaction shows their relationship well, though. Even with this, a super touchy subject that they seem to have opposite opinions on, they’re not fighting. Their mom died, their dad is gone, they clearly don’t agree with each other but they’re still together. It probably helps that Al defers to Ed’s opinion - but does he really? Ed seems to voice ideas first and Al follows along, but I don’t think Al ever does anything just because Ed said so. They’re independent people that happen to align in thinking most of the time, and they care about each other. It’s a great dynamic. 

Also, something that I really like about the narrative is that it doesn’t blame/criticize either of them for how they feel. There’s no moment where “Ugh, Al just needs to get over himself and write his dad off” and there’s no moment where Ed’s anger at his father is shown as silly or unjustified. It’s nice. Adult shows typically don’t take kid drama seriously. 

“If we don’t tell anyone we did human transmutation, nothing bad will happen!” Kid logic lol. Knowing what happens next, this is just... gosh, this hurts. They don’t have any adults (that do alchemy) around to tell them why they shouldn’t bring their mom back. They’re what, 6? 7? Of course they’re not gonna listen to vague taboo warning in some dusty book. 

Awww, Winry. That little speech about “don’t cry over dead people, it makes them sad” beforehand implies the people in this world believe in an afterlife, so that’s neat. (Or at least that’s what they tell the kids.) Also, Ed’s right. Him and Al aren’t crying. They really don’t cry much throughout the show. Al has reasons, but Ed... I think he cries once? Maybe twice? Not even that much? Not sure if that’s a genre/anime thing or a uniquely Ed trait.

Also, awww. Winry’s been looking out for them since she was small and Ed still had all his legs. 

AAAAAAAAA THIS IS TOO FRIGGEN CUTE! LOOK AT HIM AND HIS LITTLE MUSTACHE! THIS BOY! PROTECT HIM

This is the best possible note to end on. Sorry deceased Mama Elric but your tragedy cannot put a damper on the shining joy that is your youngest son.

#fmab #fmab liveblog #ep02

[justallamaimaginingthings]

This Charming Man [Moder!Jorah Mormont x Reader]

Request: "Ay drug dealer can I get a fresh batch of Modern AU!Lord Mormont?" by @orderoftheflamingflamingos

A/n: Coffee Shop AU is just perfect for this case. I realized many of my imagines are named after song titles, oops. Hope you like it and thanks for requesting 💘

Words: 1900  || GoT Masterlist

Working in a small coffee shop in the heart of Edinburgh was not how you imagined your life after college would be. Unfortunately PhD's did not pay for themselves so you were forced to take a gap year in order to collect enough money that would finance you for at least the first few months. The fact that you were new to the country had seemed a bit frightening in the beginning but slowly you got used to the gloomy and yet majestic city and its habitants.

People were kind and friendly, especially as they made their orders and you had even come to know most of the regulars. Your life was going smoothly without any hint of drama or tension and you couldn't be happier about it. And then he walked in.

It was a specifically rainy day and you had lost the bus making you super late for your morning shift. Having run into the rain and cold caused your hair to end up in an absolute mess. It was that day the hottest and classiest man you had ever seen chose to enter your life. He was wearing a dark navy blue coat with a matching suit underneath. He sat down in a small table next to the window and pulled a book out of the leather briefcase he was carrying. Seeing how focused he seemed to be you were reluctant to interrupt him but you did either way.

"Good morning, what can I get you?" you asked politely hoping you didn't sound as nervous as you felt. There was something about that man that radiated calm and confident. The moment his stormy blue eyes met yours you could swear your heart skipped a beat. Never before had you seen such a capturing blue color, making his glance to seemingly pierce right through.

"A latte, please" he replied as his deep velvet voice send a small shiver down your spine.

"O-of course" you stutter mentally kicking yourself for your awkwardness. Usually you made the most amazing latte art, always causing a smile to form on customers' lips but knowing he was observing you, there was no chance your hands could be steady enough for that.

"There you go" you said leaving the hot cup of coffee on his table, a few minutes later.

"Thank you" he responded giving you a nonchalant smile. Soon, that became a routine, he'd come every day, sit on the same table and read. At first you didn't talk much but as days went by the two of you started chatting and getting to know each other and in no time there was no denying you had a huge crush on him. Jorah was always incredibly thoughtful and kind, never failing to make you laugh and lift your spirits.

Sometimes he would even wait for the end of your shift just so you could continue a conversation that had been interrupted way too many times. The two of you talked about all kind of things, but the one that stood out was literature. Never in your life had you seen someone having the same interest as you in the classics before meeting Jorah. The subject had come up when one day you saw him reading War And Peace, one of your favorites and had asked him about it.

After having been disinherited by his father, Jorah had left Edinburgh with no intentions of ever coming back and yet, years later, he was summoned back by the family lawyer only to be told his father had passed away without leaving any heir. Being back had been all but pleasant for Jorah, until he met you. Getting to see you every morning was the highlight of his day. Somehow he found himself unable to keep his thoughts away from you and all the feelings your soft smile caused him. At first he brushed those feelings off as mere excitement of having someone as young and beautiful as yourself around. However, he slowly started to notice it was much more than this. In the end it was your witty and intriguing personality that won him over.

Yesterday had been one of the most stressful days of his life and the results made themselves known the moment he opened his eyes in the form of a splitting headache. Mentally groaning, Jorah decided to ignore his body's way of demanding some peace and quiet and continued with his daily routine, making his way towards the familiar coffee shop.

"Morning, may I guess, the usual?" your cheery voice broke Jorah out of his thoughts. However, there was something different about him that day and you realized it the moment your eyes met his. Instead of replying he nodded in agreement prompting you to cock your eyebrow giving him a questioning look "Something's on your mind" you stated.

"It's just some family related stress, don't worry about it" he explained, but you knew there was more behind it.

"Want to talk about it?" you asked leaving down the trail you were holding and sitting next to him. Usually that conversation happened the other way round, as the blue eyed man had a way of understanding whenever something was troubling you.

"I wouldn’t want to impose on your time" he said despite wanting the exact opposite. Somehow talking to you always made him escape his problems and feel better. You could turn even the darkest days bright, with your sweet smile and comforting voice.

"Nonsense, just give me a second" you replied before getting up. A few moments later you returned without the signature green apron or the tray "It's sorted, I'm out for the day. How about we go for a walk and you can tell what's going on" you suggested and Jorah couldn't refuse the offer as a wide smile made its way to his face. He picked up his coat and followed you outside.

"You didn't have to do that, you know" he said feeling slightly guilty

"Jorah, you're always helping me through my problems I want to do the same" you explained reassuringly as you made your way to a nearby park and sat on a small wooden bench "So, what's going on?"

"My family and I haven't had the best of terms the past few years but after father's will was opened I have been running the family company. There were some bumps along the way but things finally smoothed out" Jorah explained trying to stray off details as much as he could. It wasn't that he didn't trust you, he was simply terrified you'd change your mind about him.

"I'm sorry about your father" you said, shocked that you didn't know about it sooner, as you placed your hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner causing Jorah's heart to flutter. In general you were a very touchy feely kind of person, for which Jorah couldn't be thankful enough as he enjoyed every single chance of physical contact that made his skin burn and his heart race.

"I hadn't seen him in a long time" Jorah added, brushing it off "The problem is my niece returned to town. She categorically despises me and to be honest, I don't I really blame her. Nonetheless, it reminds me of the person I was back when I lived here and the mistakes that person had made. I have greatly tried to let go of the past" there was a great amount of sadness hidden behind his blue eyes, finally coming out after being pent up way too long.

"I don't know what happened between you and your family, but I know who you are, Jorah. No matter what you've done in the past, that's exactly what it is, the past. You're a great person with a good heart, you only have to show her that. You deserve a second chance" you argued looking into his eyes. Seeing you defend him like that gave Jorah a newfound sense of confidence while the fact that you believed in him was enough to make a spark of hope light up in his heart.

"Do you really believe that?" he asked and it was the first time you ever saw him acting so vulnerable seeing that usually he was the most collected and put together person you knew.

"Of course I do, Jorah. You've been nothing but a great support to me. And I refuse to believe a person who loves War and Peace so much to be a bad person" you added chuckling which caused him to mirror the action as a slight laugh escaped his lips "Your niece will come around, just give her time to see who you are now"

"Lyanna may not be as forgiving as you are, but that can work" Jorah was about to say something else before your eyes widened in shock.

"Lyanna Mormont as in the youngest MIT graduate? I knew I had heard the name before. Lyanna is your niece? But I've heard she came from a noble family. Wait are you…?" your mind was struggling to wrap up around the facts causing a bemused smile to light up Jorah's features at your adorably confused expression.

"Lord Jorah Mormont of House Mormont" he introduced himself formally, deep down enjoying the way your jaw dropped in surprise.

"W-what?" there was a ton of questions running through your mind in the speed of light as it all clicked together. His sharp appearance and formal vocabulary, the love he held for classic literature and the way he seemed to know everything about the city, everything made sense.

"Precisely" he agreed nodding positively.                                        

"So, you live in Mormont Manor? I've heard you can see the whole city from the balconies, is that true?" you asked enthusiastically. It was no secret you had heard a lot about that place.

"Indeed it is" he replied and that was when it hit you that you were completely missing the point.

"I'm bubbling aren't I? I'm sorry for intruding" you apologized suddenly feeling like you had overstepped a line.

"It's perfectly fine. Besides, I'd like to suggest something, my cousin Maege is holding a celebration for Lyanna's return and I hoped having someone with me would help making it worth suffering through" he suggested trying not to let his nervousness show. If he wanted to be honest if it weren't for you, he would find a way to skip the whole event despite knowing it would only make the situation worse. Maybe, with the right company, there was a chance to make the most of it though.

"You mean like a date?" you asked before you could stop yourself, instantly feeling your face burning by the intense blushing.

"A date, indeed" Jorah agreed giving you a heartwarming smile

"I'd loved to" you replied mirroring the action with one of your own.

That was the last thing you expected to come out of this day and yet you couldn't be happier. Jorah had come to mean a lot to you and seeing that he trusted you with something as serious as that meant a lot. Upon seeing the look in his eyes, you couldn’t help noticing a hint of excitement and maybe something more, something you'd go as far as to call affection. All in all, you couldn’t wait until Saturday…

#jorah mormont imagine #jorah mormont x reader #jorah mormont #jorah x reader #jorah imagine #iain glen #iain glen imagine #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones au #got imagine #got x reader #got au #got #au #alternate universe

[iluvsexyvoltageguys]

Bad Romance - Part 7

Fandom: Scandal in the Spotlight (Love 365)

Pairing: Iori x Reader

In the days following your post-concert hook up with Iori you felt… surprisingly good. Maybe it was the little mantra you adopted or an extra dose of wishful thinking, but you felt you had a good handle on yours and Iori’s relationship. Using the term ‘relationship’ very loosely, of course.

You felt so good, in fact, that you didn’t even bat an eye when Kyohei asked you to go out to dinner with him, his girlfriend, and Iori. You were more than happy to oblige, paying no mind to Iori being in attendance.

When you arrived at the restaurant, the hostess informed you part of your party was already there. You were excited to join Kyohei and his girlfriend, but that was not who you found waiting at the table.

“Oh, it’s you,” Iori frowned as you sat down across from him.

“Nice to see you too,” you grumbled, checking the time.

You had been running late yourself, so Kyohei was extra late. Kyohei was never late. Left to his own devices he’s been known to stroll in well beyond the agreed upon time. An awkward silence fell between the two of you as you waited for your friends to arrive. “God I hope they come soon.” You thought to yourself.

Like clockwork, both of your phones went off. It was a message from Kyohei. ‘Hey guys so sorry. Something came up, we are going to have to cancel’

You let out a groan. You traveled all the way across town to get to this restaurant and you hadn’t bothered picking up any food for tonight since you planned on eating out. Trekking all the way back to your place just to be met by an empty fridge was not ideal. You and Iori looked up at each as if to say, ‘now what?’

“Fuck it,” Iori said finally, picking up a menu, “I’m hungry and I’m staying. Stay if you want.”

You picked up the menu, telling him, “I’m staying for the food, not the company.”

Iori half grunted, before you both buried your heads into the menus. That made it easy, you had something to shield yourself from him. You were able to occupy yourself with reading the selection of food, making the silence slightly less awkward. However, the waitress eventually came, taking your orders and the menus along with them.

With no barrier between the two of you, you were forced to look at each other.

You decided you weren’t about to sit uncomfortably for an entire meal, but you had no idea what to say. Did you and Iori even have anything in common? You really didn’t know. You guessed that would be a good start…

“You know I really don’t know anything about you,” you said, settling back into your seat. You had a feeling it was going to be an interesting night.

“I think you made a point to not know anything about me,” Iori replied, raising a brow at you. Fair point.

“Maybe so,” you replied, “But now I am making a point to know.”

“And where is this sudden interest coming from?” he questioned, taking a sip of his water.

Of course he wasn’t going to make this easy. “I don’t know, figure I should know more than just the name of the person I’m hooking up with.”

“Didn’t seem to care that much about anything else in that closet,” Iori smirked. You rolled your eyes, wondering if it was too late to get your food to go.

“Maybe I don’t wanna just sit here in silence the whole night,” you snapped, “But if you’re gonna be a dick about it…”

“Alright, alright,” Iori put his hands up, “Just having some fun.”

Clearly the two of you had very different definitions of fun.

“What do you wanna know?”

You shrugged, “Whatever you think is important.”

“Hmm, well I went to the University-”

“No,” you shook your head, “That I know.”

“A man can’t be proud of his accomplishments?” he questioned.

“He can, but this isn’t about what you’re proud of, it’s about you,” you reminded him, “What about your family?”

You were still a little curious about him and his father. You knew Kyohei said it was like that a lot, but you were wondering just how bad it was. If he would even tell you.

“Well you met my dad,” he replied simply.

You sensed he was guarded, which didn’t really surprise you. It seemed like a touchy subject and you weren’t exactly someone he had a history of confiding in. “I wouldn’t exactly say met,” you said, “More like he grunted in my direction and then completely ignored me.”

“That’s as good as meeting him,” Iori sighed, “Better off keeping your distance from him. I wish I could.” Iori paused, almost like he surprised himself with his own words. “That probably sounds really shitty.”

“No I get it,” you shook your head, “I wouldn’t put my dad up for father of the year award either.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well my parents divorced,” you began, “Shortly after he started a new family and had more kids. I guess he was so busy being a father to them he forgot about his first child.”

It felt kind of weird to be so personal with Iori, but it was also kind of natural. Maybe it was because he would understand the crappy dad struggle, but it was easy to open up to him about it, even if it was something you didn’t talk to most about.

“Sounds like an asshole,” Iori replied.

From anyone else you would have thought it was just a half-assed response because they didn’t know what to say, but from Iori… it was comforting. It was sincere, you knew he understood.

“You got that right,” you sighed, reaching for your glass, “Here’s to surviving shitty dads.” Iori laughed, picking up his glass and clinking it against yours.

From there, the conversation flowed a lot more naturally. Who knew all it took was bad father figures to bring people together? You learned Iori had a younger brother and their mom left when he was younger. The only thing he knew how to cook in any fashion was scrambled eggs.

“Okay maybe I’m using the term cook loosely,” he chuckled at himself.

You were also laughing a lot more than you thought you would. Iori was funny when he wasn’t being an ass. It was pretty easy to bounce off him, your sense of humor jiving really well. You even found your walls coming down a bit as you told him more about yourself. You think this was the longest you’ve ever talked to him without someone making a snide comment or an argument starting.

“Hope you enjoyed your date,” your waitress smiled, placing the check down.

“It’s not a date,” you both replied immediately.

Your faces flushed red, the waitress laughing lightly and apologizing. An innocent comment, but it made the energy shift, injecting an awkwardness between the two of you that had finally dissipated.

“Let’s go,” Iori huffed, tossing down money on the table. You both jumped up, making a beeline for the door. Once outside, you both turned to each other, hovering on the sidewalk. Not even the din of the city street could eat through the tense silence.

It sort of did feel like a date, at least right now it did. It was like he had walked you to your door after a night out and now you were both waiting for someone to make a move. You could practically feel the pull towards him, wondering how bad a kiss could be.

“Kyohei would be proud we didn’t kill each other,” you blurted out suddenly, trying to banish that thought from your mind.

“Your hand got close to that knife a few times, honestly it had me sweating,” Iori joked, though there was a hint of tenseness in his voice.

“Not to worry, if I was gonna kill you it wouldn’t be in public like that.” God what were you saying? He probably thought you sounded crazy… and since when did you care about how you sounded to Iori.

“So it would be a bad idea to ask you to come back to my place?” Iori asked. You eye him suspiciously. That was a trap, right? He wanted to see if you were interested in coming back with him so he could tease you about wanting to fuck him or something.

“But the other guys…” your voice trailed off. It was the safest thing to say until you knew if he was for real.

“The guys are not there and Kyohei got a hotel room this time,” Iori told you, “Something about wanting some privacy from an annoying roommate?” A crooked smile played at his lips as he spoke.

“I know the struggle,” you chuckled. It got quiet again and you realized he was waiting for an answer. “Sure I’ll go back to your place… I’ve got nothing better to do.” You added the last part to not seem too eager.

“Pfft, I’m the best thing you could do,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, pushing past him, “We’ll see about that.”

Iori followed behind you and you were happy to not have to make conversation. What did two people who didn’t like each other talk about on their way to have sex with each other? You certainly didn’t know.

No feelings, just sex. No feelings, just sex.

You reminded yourself as you walked up to the house. It was weird, you’d never planned to have sex before, it had always just happened. You were entering uncharted territory and you wondered if it would be different.

Your mind wasn’t able to wander too long, the second you were through the door Iori was pulling you on to him. Your lips crashed together, tripping over each other as you made your way to the bedroom. You fell to the bed on top of each other, hands slipping under each other’s shirts. The clothes came off quickly, piling up on the floor. His hand slid between your legs, rubbing at your still-clothed pussy. You could tell by the smirk on his face you were soaked through them.

“Been a while since I made you cum on my fingers,” he mused, sliding your underwear down your legs, “I seem to recall you enjoying that.”

“It was okay,” you voice strained as he ran a finger up your slit. He slipped a finger into you, relishing how your back arched at his touch. He pumped his fingers into you as you writhed beneath him.

“That’s it baby, fuck my fingers,” Iori coaxed as you rolled your hips. It almost got past you that he called you baby. Almost. You decided to compartmentalize that and address it later - the pressure building between your legs making it too difficult to think of anything else anyway.

Your orgasm hit you seconds after his thumb found your clit. “Fuck,” you cried out, not expecting the pleasure that was suddenly lighting up every nerve ending in your body.

“As good as I remember,” Iori smirked, stepping back to rid himself of his own clothing. You rubbed your thighs together as you watched him strip down to his boxers, antsy to have him inside you.

Iori’s eyes locked on to yours, making your stomach do a flip. A sudden wave of anxiety rushed over you. God the way he was looking at you, it was different. It felt weird, but right, yet also so wrong. His fingertips ghosting across your thighs was just too… intimate. Like yes sex was an intimate act in general, but it was just… too much. You weren’t like that with Iori. You couldn’t be like that with Iori.

You flipped yourself over, getting on your hands and knees. “Take me like this,” you demanded, wiggling your ass at him. You wanted the least romance as possible.

Iori didn’t seem to mind. “Oh- fuck - yeah okay.” You heard him say before you felt the bed sink under the weight of his body. The head of his cock teased at your entrance, coating himself in your wetness.

“Don’t fucking tease,” you hissed as the throbbing between your legs grew to be near unbearable.

“Needy one tonight,” he replied, his hands finding your hips.

“Oh,” you let out a low gasp as Iori pushed inside you. The new angle allowed him to press deeper into you, making your eyes roll back even after just a few strokes.

“God you feel so fucking good right now,” Iori groaned between the slaps of your hips meeting.

“Harder,” you told him, ignoring that sort of compliment from Iori. That was a rarity from him and you didn’t want to play into it too much. A compliment was too close to intimate.

Suddenly there was a hand in your hair, yanking your head back. You let out a sharp moan as Iori followed your instructions, pounding into you. “You like when I fuck you like this? You want me to be rough with you?” he growled nipping at your ear. That’s definitely not romantic and it’s perfect.

“Yeah - fuck- give it to me Iori,” you moaned, pressing back on him further. He gripped your hips tighter and you could practically feel the bruises forming. The two of you fell silent, the sound of your wetness as Iori fucked you filling the room. It was borderline pornographic sounding but it was so hot.

You were close, but you needed more. You reached down, rubbing fast circles over your clit.

“Are you touching yourself? Fuck that’s so hot,” Iori said breathlessly.

You couldn’t even get a response out, hit with a second orgasm. All your muscles tensed before relaxing in a euphoric release. You gripped his sheets, desperate for something to hold onto as he fucked you through your high. Iori was right there with you, his cock twitching inside you as he came.

Iori slid out of you when you both finished and you let out a soft gasp from the loss of contact. He got up and you began to shift through the clothes on the floor, looking for yours. Iori pulled on sweats and a shirt, flopping down on the bed as you got redressed.

“Stay,” his voice was so soft you almost didn’t hear it. You turned around, finding a very sleepy Iori batting his eyes at you. Did he really just… That was a bad idea. A really bad idea.

Yet there you were, pulling your jeans back off, leaving you in just your underwear and the shirt you came in. You crawled into bed next to him, the warmth of his body slightly putting your nerves at ease. This is wrong, you thought, but god it feels right.

“_____?” Iori murmured from behind you. He scooted closer to you, becoming your big spoon.

“Yeah?” you replied, not looking back at him.

“I..” his voice trailed off and for a second you thought he had fallen asleep, “I hate you still.”

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly as your stomach filled with butterflies. It was stupid, but the way he said it, the pure fondness in the tone of his voice told you that isn’t what he meant.

“I hate you too,” you repeated the contrary sentiment clear in your voice.

Iori’s arms tightened around you as you both drifted to sleep without another word.

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