#bc I had forgotten how much they yelled and talked over each other during planning sessions

[nochiquinn]

this whole planning session is extremely campaign 1 but with much less yelling

#critical role #c3e49 #trying to catch up to watch live #seriously I had to drop my c1 rewatch #bc I had forgotten how much they yelled and talked over each other during planning sessions #this is much better #even if matt's gonna drop a meteor storm on orym #crititag #text

[ohworm-writes]

hello! :) so u know how kuon has a crush on sniper right ? can i get an imagine where reader is jealous bc of kuon, cuz u know, her crush on sniper etc etc (sorry i'm just vv lazy at typing), and how sniper reacts to it ?? can u make it like they're still friends but have mutual feelings for each other as they hang out as a unit, and they get together in the end bc sum confessions happened !! sorry if u don't get it i'm rlly bad at explaining but thank u in advance if u do this !! <33

High-Rise Invasion/Tenkuu Shinpan: Sniper Mask Boyfriend Imagine

high-rise invasion/tenkuu shinpan masterlist

‼ Jealous Reader (over Kuon) + Make up + Confession ‼

Featuring: Sniper Mask, Yuri Honjo, Mayuko Nise (implied), Kuon Shinzaki (implied)

Warnings: frustrated Y/n, crushes, jealousy

a/n - good GODS this has been in my inbox for a while and i’m so so so sorry for not posting it way sooner! hopefully you see this anon, and i hope you enjoy!

content below the cut!

you had developed a crush on the man in the mask ever since you first joined Yuri's little group

you couldn't really tell what it was the drew you to him

he was silent, dismissive, and he was a Mask for goodness sake!

but none of that deterred you from the attraction you garnered for him

you always found yourself trying to interact with him

whether it was offering your help with something that he was doing, or simply keeping him company

most times he brushed you off, walking away and not giving you an answer

other times he silently accepted your offer

those times the two of you would sit in comfortable silence, just enjoying one another's presence

you cherish moments like these for a very specific reason

Kuon

now you had nothing against the girl!

... at first

she seemed nice enough, always eager to help, and full of ignorant innocence

but then you realized her (very obvious) crush on the masked man

the way she got flustered around him so easily

the way she clung to him like a lost child

at first, you thought maybe she saw him as a parental figure, seeing how young she was

but that thought was (very) quickly thrown to the wind when you saw her wrapped up in his jacket, blushing like the schoolgirl she was and giggling to herself

so what she liked him? you liked him too, maybe the two of you could bond over that!

that's what you told yourself

of course, you never acted on it

it was simple, you were too jealous to do so

you noticed how Sniper Mask welcomed all her little instances without a care in the world

not giving a damn when she clung to him

or batting an eye at her obvious fangirling

it pissed you off

naturally, you began to avoid Kuon

and Sniper Mask simultaneously

you avoided the two of them whenever you could

when you saw them walking towards you, you kept to the opposite side of the wall and walked quickly past them

when you all usually ate together, you picked up your food and ate outside

you were simply, undeniably jealous

you didn't think Sniper Mask cared about it, not that you could tell under his mask

but in actuality, he was confused as to why you avoided him all of the sudden

so, he opted to ask you one day

You shut the door to the dining room rather aggressively as you exited, but you couldn't care less. You let your body slump against the adjacent wall, your plate of food resting on your lap.

Today had been... exhausting, to say the least. Kuon was on her usual actions of pining over 'Mr. Mask', crossing your way a few more times than you would have liked. During your meeting earlier with her and Yuri, your fellow mouthless masked allies, she had the gall to talk on and on about how much she adored him.

You hated it.

You looked down at your food, a scowl finding its place on your features. You glared at it, pushing the pieces around with your fork, not noticing a door open and close right in front of you.

"Jesus, if that food was alive, it would be 6 feet under with the glare you're giving it." You hear a gruff voice call from in front of you. A voice you would rather not be hearing right now.

You continue to move around the food, staying silent as the man awkwardly stands in front of you, unsure of what to do with himself in this situation. "Is it, uh, okay if I sit here?" He asks, which finally makes you look up.

He had a plate of food between his own hands, his jacket gone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His mask covered his face, per usual, but it seemed much more lopsided than usual.

You give him a shrug in response, looking back down at your food again. He stands there for a moment, before taking a seat right next to you, your knees almost touching. "You don't mind if I eat with you, right?"

His question makes your eye twitch. Was he seriously trying to be all buddy-buddy with you now? You shrugged again, not giving him as much as a single word.

You heard him sigh, setting his food to the side before he speaks again. "Alright, what's going on?" He asks, making your body tense up. "Nothing." You shoot back, scowling.

"What happened to the Y/n that stayed up and talked about their life for hours? What happened to the Y/n that told me horrible jokes to try and get a reaction out of me? Huh? What happened to them?"

That broke you.

You were angry, furious even. Was he trying to blame this on you? You didn't do anything wrong! If it wasn't for Kuon, maybe you would still be that person! If it wasn't for her, you could still be friends with him! You could be-

"What?" You hear him say softly, much softer than his previous tone. Shit, did you say that out loud? "Yeah, you did." He says again, looking at you with a concerned expression on his face, not that you could tell.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lash out. I just- I’ve been-" You stutter, trying to find the right words. He laughs at that, actually laughs at it.

His laugh is hearty, warm, almost inviting you to laugh along with him. You don't, but he quickly composes himself, making your head turn towards him.

"Why on Earth were you jealous of Kuon?" He asks honestly, watching at how the invisible gears turn in your head, searching for an answer. You sigh heavily, running a hand across your face as you shake your hands while you speak.

"I just- she’s always there with you. She's latched onto you 24/7! I can't get 5 minutes alone with you before she comes barging in." You rant, frustration evident in your shaky voice.

"I just wanted to be your friend, be close with you. I can never do that because she's-she's there." You groan, hugging yourself with your arms. "I sound like a selfish idiot now, huh?"

You laugh dryly, frowning. He sighs, but a smile plays at his lips. "Y/n." He begins, his hand resting you your forearm. "You know she would never purposefully do that. She just, she has an infatuation with me I guess."

He sighs dramatically, earning a chuckle from you. "But." He tells you, watching your eyes as he speaks. "That doesn't mean I didn't miss you."

Your heart skips a beat at his comment, face flushing softly. "Kuon also misses you. You might not have caught onto it, but she looks up to you." He explains, smiling at how your expression softens, mumbling a soft 'she does?' to him.

He nods, laughing once more. "Come on, have dinner with the rest of us. We can't have you sitting alone out here anymore." You roll your eyes, but take him up on his word. He leads you back to the other, Kuon frantically waving over to the two of you the second you pass through the door.

"Y/n! Come sit with me!" She yells excitedly. Maybe you were wrong about her.

after that interaction, the three of you were all on much better terms

yes, kuon still had her habits, but he toned them WAY down after you explained to her how it made you feel

she teased the hell out of you for it too

you, of course, shrugged it off

but you never told her that she was wrong

you were happy to be on good terms with Sniper Mask again

he made a lot more time for you

your old interactions coming back at full force, and some new ones

he loved to take you on little walks on the high rises

he also made it a point to teach you how to shoot his rifle

which was terrifying, but exhilarating

you fell for him harder and harder every day

one day, you ranted your feelings out to Kuon

and while she wasn't surprised, it warmed her heart to see how much you loved him

yes, she crushed on him too, but that didn't take away from the obvious connection she saw between the two of you

unbeknownst to you, Sniper Mask had come to her about the same things

his usually cold demeanor broke whenever he talked with you

he genuinely enjoyed your company, he wanted more of it

and then some

so, she put a plan together

operation "get Mr. Mask and Y/n together" is a go!

she took it all very seriously

making sure you guys get paired together for scouting missions? that's all her

convincing Sniper Mask to get you little gifts and things? of course

overall, the best wing-woman you could ask for

however, the one thing she didn't have anything to do with was his confession to you

he could have used her help with it, that much was clear

but he wanted to tell you how he felt, no help necessary

Sniper Mask had told you earlier this morning to meet you at his room when the sunset before he rushed to get out of your vicinity like you were a plague. Granted, it hurt your feelings, but you couldn't stand him up.

You knocked gently on the wooden door, stepping back and waiting patiently for it to open. After about a minute, while you had heard nothing, you went to knock again.

Your efforts were proved useless as the door swung open hastily, revealing a disheveled Sniper Mask. His usual blazer and fedora were long forgotten, his hair messy, strands pointing this way and that. His mask sat lopsided on his face, still covering it fully.

"H-hey Y/n." He mumbled out, you offered him a wave as he awkwardly shuffled to the side, opening the door as an incentive for you to come in. You stepped inside, walking to the center of the room as you heard him close the door behind you.

You turned to speak to him again, but those thoughts were cast aside as you felt his hands settle onto your cheeks and his lips molding with yours. It startled you, you're eyes open in shock as you looked at him. His mask was completely off, thrown somewhere in the room, but he didn't seem to have a care in the world.

You quickly melted into the kiss, bringing your hands up to gently hold onto his forearms. He hummed, taking a moment before pulling away, leaving the two of you to gasp for air as he rested his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes to meet his, full of adoration.

"I, uh, I think I'm in love with you?" It was more of a question, but you took it happily. You laughed softly, your fingers rubbing small circles in his forearms.

"Was that what that was?"

#sniper mask #sniper mask x reader #tenkuu shinpan #tenkuu shinpan x reader #high rise invasion #high rise invasion x reader #tenkuu shinpan headcanons #high rise invasion headcanons #sniper mask headcanons #yuka makoto #yuka makoto x reader #yuka makoto headcanons #headcanons #x reader #anime x reader #request #worm answers #kuon + reader

[kerie-prince]

forgotten birthdays

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (anon) Hiii, can I request something aangsty with Fred Weasley and slytherin reader? Like he got mad for something, maybe jealousy bc reader was spending much time with her house mates and he ignores her or says mean things to her but with a happy ending please 🥺

warnings: language

summary: Fred has his suspicions about your best friend and on the day of your birthday, he crosses the line which causes you to rethink your relationship

a/n: yoo this was hard to write for a quick second lol i hope you enjoy ~ plus, i got a new job so i'm in training and i'm so excited bc i've been wanting this job for so long (y/n/n = your nickname)

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

It was getting irritating.

You love Fred with all your heart, but he needed to stop being jealous. Marcus Flint was, is, and always will just be a friend of yours. You two grew up together and are nearly attached to the hip. Never once had you two of you flirted or done anything together. It was purely platonic, but Fred insisted there was something.

And going to Marcus’ prefect dorm after every fight probably didn't help your cause all that well, but he's your best friend. Who else would you talk to? You didn't have many girlfriends and when Fred introduced you to Angelina, you had gotten into a big fight for no reason. But you never asked him to stop hanging out with her even though you wanted to.

You could tell she liked Fred, but you were confident enough to know that Fred would never do you wrong like that. So why does he think that of you? Why does he get to hang out with Angelina, but he gets angry when you barely say two words to Marcus?

It was hard, but you’d work it out and still love each other at the end of the day. But then your birthday came around, and you’d just about had it.

You woke up in a good mood; the river sent in flowing rays of sunlight. Not too blinding, but not too dim either. This would be the second time celebrating your birthday with your boyfriend and if last year was amazing, you couldn't wait to see what Fred had planned for you today.

You took your time getting ready; you put on more make-up than usual and rather than tying your hair up with a clip as you always did, you let it down and fixed some strays to better frame your face. When you walked into the common room, your best friend snuck up behind you and yelled in your ear, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!”

Your natural response was to duck down and cover your ears. You hated when he did that, but you still appreciate the sentiment. You punched his arm as you laughed. “That’s not funny.”

“Oh yeah, then why did I laugh?” Marcus joked. Malfoy and his friends were behind him chuckling, all boys greeting you and wishing you a happy birthday. Marcus flung his arm around your shoulder and walked with you to get breakfast.

Once in the Great Hall, you saw Fred and his friends all laughing at the Gryffindor table and just when you were about to break free from Marcus’ hold, he pulled you back, “Oh no you don’t. You have all day to hang out with Weasley and company, but right now, you are gonna have at least one meal with your best friend.” You weren't going to argue; you didn't want to. If you wanted to sit with Fred, you wouldn't have to put up a fight, you would just do it. At your Slytherin table were Marcus’ other friends, Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs. You sat in between them and pulled your hood up when they started embarrassing you by singing a birthday song. It was starting to be a great day.

However, across the Hall was Fred glaring daggers at your best friends’ arm around you. He couldn't hear what was going on, either due to the fact that you were pretty far from where he sat, or from jealous rage. “Freddie, you alright?” George asked his brother. “Yeah, just fine, Georgie.” He couldn't stand Flint. He would be enraged with every glance towards you, every whisper in your ear during class, and every time he made you laugh. Fred was sure that Flint was in love with you, but because you grew up with him you were too blind to see it. He was convinced that at any given moment, your ‘best friend’ would take advantage of you.

What also made him upset is that not only did you let Flint wrap his arm around you, you didn't even come say hi to your boyfriend. You always came every morning to his table to give him a morning kiss and sometimes even sat at the Gryffindor table.

In potions class, you sat and waited for your boyfriend to come through the doors. You weren't sure what to expect from him. Fred is an absolute wild card and could come through those doors with anything. And no matter what he brought, he’d for sure get in trouble with Snape.

When he walked through the doors with his brother and Lee, you sat up straight in your seat and waved at him. He saw you, but instead of smiling at you and taking the seat next to yours, he just looked away and sat on the other side of the room. Did something happen? You chose to ignore it until lunch rolled around and he still hadn't come up to you to even say ‘hi’ to you. Had he forgotten your birthday? It could happen, but that doesn't explain why he looked to be in a bad mood.

Once your classes were finished, you walked up the changing stairs and said the password to the Gryffindor dorms. You remembered the updated password your boyfriend gave you the week before and it was your first time using it today.

You didn't know what to expect to see; you secretly wished that today was just a big prank and Fred had actually planned a surprise party of some sort. But when you stepped foot into the room filled with tones of red and gold, there was no party. Just Fred laughing with his friends like normal. Normal without you.

Lee’s laugh died down when he noticed you walking up to Fred. He noticed Lee getting quiet all of a sudden and asked him, “Why are you quiet all of a sudden?” He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around. “What are you doing in here?”

“Why, are Slytherins not allowed inside?” you joked. Your voice was slightly quiet and had a slight sad tone to it. “I missed you today, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. I've just been busy. Like you have,” Fred didn't mean to sound so bitter, but he was getting tired of it. He was tired of being second best to Flint.

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“You've been with Flint all day,” Fred explained himself. You rolled your eyes, two fingers grabbing the temple of your nose from it suddenly starting to become irritated like you were. “Merlin, this again? Freddie, we talked about this. Marcus is just a friend. He's my best friend.”

Fred scoffed, “Y/N/N, you may think that but he doesn't. You trust him too much to see it, but I do. He's not just a friend.”

“You’re friends with Angelina when you know she likes you. And I know it too, but I don't say anything because I don't want to be that girlfriend who controls her boyfriends,” you were tired of playing this game with him. Your voice was heard by everyone in the room and soon enough, tons of peers had all eyes on you. Some either decided to stay, and some like Neville decided to head straight into their dorm rooms and lock the door for safety.

“Me being friends with Angelina is nothing like you being friends with Flint and you know that,” Fred raised his voice louder than anyone’s probably heard him. George and Lee silently guided people out of the common room and up to the dorms. Some people looked over the stairs to get a view of the commotion downstairs. One of them being Angelina herself when she heard her name being called out.

“No you’re right, it's different because he’s not pining over me and waiting for me to become available,” your arms were flailing about in anger, pointing at nothing to put emphasis in your words.

“How many times do I have to say I don’t like Ang? It’s never going to happen!” Angelina heard from up the staircase. Everyone heard him, loud and clear. She ran into her dorm and slammed the door so hard that you could feel the walls shake. “Great,” Fred sighed in frustration. It wasn't the ideal way to let someone down. He intended on talking to her in private without listening ears so she wouldn't be embarrassed.

“I'm not saying you like Angelina. I know you don’t like Angelina. What I’m saying is that you’re wrong about Marcus. I know he doesn't like me, you're just acting insecure,” you yelled back at him..

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to see he has feelings for you, Y/N/N,” Fred yelled, “I see the way he looks at you in every class and in the Hall. But you’re too fucking stupid to see–,” he immediately stopped what he was saying.

You couldn't believe what he was telling you right now. You could handle him calling you naive, but stupid? This was low, even for him.

You were getting stares from everyone in the common room. Your pride was more than hurt in this moment; it was destroyed. No words came from your mouth as you were completely still in your seat on the couch. Your nails dug into your skin as it was formed into a tight fist. But the worst of all was that your lips were quivering and you had to fight the tears on your birthday.

Your fucking birthday.

“Well if it bothers you so much, then fine. I'll fix the problem,” you started to speak low for only him to hear you.

“How?”

“I’ll end the problem,” a single tear escaped and trailed down your cheeks. This was the last thing you wanted to do today, but you couldn't take it anymore. He was scared to ask, but his ego got in the way, “And what's the problem?”

“Us,” you stated. He started saying something, but you couldn't hear it as you left. No, you actively ignored everything he was saying at that point. The second you were outside, you started bawling. And you kept at it all the way to the Slytherin common room and into your room.

You paced around your room rubbing your hands on your arms to try and calm yourself down, but nothing was working. Before you even processed it, your legs took you to Marcus’ room without second thought. You continuously knocked on his door until he answered, shirtless and with sweatpants that looked like they were just thrown on.

“Listen, I know it’s your birthday but that doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want–,” he focused in on your face and saw your red cheeks and puffy eyes. You looked behind him and there was a girl with him who sat in his bed looking curious. He looked back to her and just simply ordered, “Out,” which got her moving in seconds.

Once she was gone, he pulled you in and shut his door. Marcus guided you to a black leather chair in his room. “Sit,” his voice was stern, but never harsh with you. “What happened?”

As if by cue, you broke down completely. “It's o-o-over.”

“What is?” he questioned. But piecing it together, there's only one reason you'd be this upset in his room.

He never really knew what to do in situations like when you'd have your usual arguments, always just telling you that everything will be fine and you and Fred would be fine in the morning.

But now, he was feeling two things. One, slight heartache that his best friend is upset in front of him and two, nearly absolute rage that Fred is such an idiot.

Marcus started rubbing your back, “Hey, look at me.” When you shook your head no, he gently tapped on your shoulders until you did. “You are gonna be fine. Okay? You will be fine. There's plenty of other guys here–”

“I don't want to be with other guys, Marcus. I want Fred. I love Fred. But,” you shrugged up both hands, “I don't know. I don't know.” Your best friend pulled you in for a hug.

“Hey, sleep here tonight. You shouldn't be alone right now, especially today.” You nodded your head and kept crying until you couldn't anymore.

—

“HEY!” Marcus’ voice traveled beyond the corridors. Students were fleeing left and right to move out of his way as he made a straight line towards the group of Gryffindors who sat around a tree outside.

Before they could react to what was going on, Marcus punched one of the tall gingers in his abdomen. “OW, what was that for?!”

“You're going to apologize to Y/N right now,” Marcus demanded.

“You idiot, I'm George,” he corrected, still bent over and leaning on Lee for balance. “Shit, sorry.” Marcus looked at Fred and punched him in the same area quicker before Fred could block it. “You're going to apologize to Y/N.”

With a strain in his voice, Fred looked at the Slytherin in front of him, “What for, she broke up with me.”

“Okay, why? Because you're pathetic and insecure.”

“Is that what she told you?” Fred straightened himself up rubbing on the pain. “Of course she told you, she tells you everything.”

“Yeah, why wouldn't she? I'm her cousin,” Marcus pointed out. If he wasn't so mad, he would laugh at Fred's look of astonishment.

“No, you have different family names. And you don't even look related,” Fred wasn't buying it.

“That's because when I was eight, my dad married her aunt. I'm still her cousin,” Marcus explained.

“She never told me anything, how was I supposed to know?” Fred complained. George and his other friends left the two to argue by themselves but stood at a close enough distance to hear the conversation and be able to jump in if it were to get violent.

“Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you would actually pay attention to her,” Marcus used his pointer finger to push against Fred’s forehead which caused the ginger to swat his hand away. “So get over whatever complex you have and apologize. If I'm being honest, there's plenty of Slytherins that can treat her better but she wants you for some reason.”

Fred knew he was right. And it was that reason why he always felt the way he did. You were enamored by many housemates, all handsome and rich. But you didn't like any of them. You love Fred. You love the lanky, devious, modestly handsome, funny Gryffindor more than anyone you've ever met.

Fred didn't say anything and walked away. His brother was asking where he was going but he didn't answer. Before he was out of Marcus’ sight, the Slytherin said one last thing, “By the way, I hope you know it was her birthday yesterday.”

Fuck. He picked up his pace and ran towards the dungeons. Halfway there, he figured that he didn't want to show up empty handed, so he made a detour to the greenhouse to 'borrow’ some flowers from Sprout’s personal garden.

You sat on one of the couches in your common room. Across from you was Adrian and Terence, arguing about some Ravenclaw girl. Some younger students passed by and whispered amongst themselves to which you didn't pay any mind to until you heard a third year say something about a Weasley being outside.

You knew it wasn't Ron because after his second year break in with Harry, he vowed that he'd never do it again. You stood up and nearly sprinted outside.

Fred was standing awkwardly outside. He tried to get a student to ask for you to come outside but they would all just scrunch their noses in disgust and keep walking. “Annoying little–”

“What are you doing here?” you asked. Your arms were crossed and you slouched your shoulders a bit. Fred noticed how your cheeks were swollen and the bags under your eyes were tinted a rosy pink. In his left hand, there was a single, large sunflower. He raised it in front of you, hoping you would accept it. “You know I’m allergic to those, right?”

Fred’s eyes bulged out. There is no way I didn't know this. Figuring he’s had enough torture, you spoke again, “I’m joking.”

“O-oh. Heh.” You grabbed the flower from him. “I’m… really sorry. I was such an arse–”

“You are an arse,” you corrected. “Yeah, you’re right. I should have trusted Flint. I should have trusted you. And if you’d let me, I want to prove that I do.”

You released a deep sigh and rubbed your forehead. “Freddie. You have to mean it this time. I can't keep going back and forth with you like this. You can't throw a fit every time I hang out with Marcus. Or Adrian. Or Terence.”

“So is that a yes?” Fred persisted. You looked at him properly in his eyes; he seemed sincere this time. And you could only hope that he was. With a nod of your head, Fred broke into smiles and picked you up from the floor and twirled you around. Your head was still sore from all the crying the night before, but you still had a smile on your face.

When he put you down, he took the hand that wasn't holding the flower and walked with you to the Great Hall for food. “So when were you going to tell me that Flint is your cousin?”

“I figured you’d find out at a family gathering or something had you waited a little longer.” He pinched your nose in response, “And you call me devious.”

—

requests open!

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[sugas-sweetheart]

Hi! Can I request headcannons for a soulmate AU for Bakugo and Sero with a fem reader? An AU where everyone has a timer on their wrist counting down to the second they meet their soulmate? Thank you!

A/N: ahh yes! I love a soulmate au 🥰 and I’m always up for Sero content - I’m sorry that it’s been a few months since this was requested but I’m working through requests before I go back to irl school! proof reading is for cowards apparently bc i felt like just posting these lmao

Countdowns

Bakugou Katsuki

I feel like people would expect Bakugou to not care much about the timer on his wrist but really it plagues his mind. In a good way, and sometimes a bad way.

He checks it constantly when he’s alone in his room studying or about to go to sleep, and on sleepless nights

He sneaks a look at it during class most days

When he was young he figured out what day the timer would run out and now that it’s reached a few weeks away he’s scared

But he’s also very excited.

Having strong attachments sometimes gave heroes strength, but it would also be a weakness and his biggest fear was hurting his soulmate due to his occupation of choice. 

What if they were taken as a hostage? they would take the one person that he’s been excited to meet for years and use that attachment against him. 

It would give him motivation to work, he would want to be able to protect you, if you ever needed it

Ahe timer was ticking and his anxieties and worries were still growing. He was still a teenager, he was still in the hero course. 

Would his soulmate like heroes? Is he going to live an unconventional life and have to betray his soulmate because they’re a villain? Maybe they were a hero as well? Were you older? Younger? 

His morning started out okay, a little more annoying than usual. 

His friends procrastination and antics led to him yelling at them to not be late 

And in a slightly annoyed mood he left before them to get to class early. 

He had almost forgotten that today would be the day he meets his soulmate in his rush but the thought still lingered in the back of his mind. 

Adjusting his school uniform to see his timer, his eyes widened at the mere seconds that were left and ticking down quickly 

He swore that he hadn’t seen anyone else in the corridor with him before he looked down so who was he meant to be meeting? 

Unknown to the boy with the explosion quirk, you had just come out of one of the rooms along the corridor after being given directions to your new classroom, 2B, where one of your new classmates, Kendo, would show you to your dorm and around the school’s facilities. 

Your first reaction was to think that Kendo might be your soulmate, depending on how long the directions would take for you to follow. 

But in your clouded mind of watching the timer tick down whilst trying to memorise the directions given to you, you didn’t notice the blonde that was also walking towards you. 

A fairly harsh force knocked you back and made you stop in the corridor, scared and excited to look up because your timer had just glowed slightly as it faded back to black with only zeros left. 

Bakugou hesitated to look up for a few awkward seconds before clearing his throat and directing his eyes back up from his wrist to see who his soulmate really was. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here before? I’m Bakugou Katsuki, from class 2A” 

You looked up to meet his eyes and give the blonde in front of you a look over, he was cute and seemed slightly flustered. 

“I’m new, transferring into 2B today, I guess I’ll see you around, Bakugou”

“Do I even get to know the name of my soulmate?”

“Meet me at lunch and maybe you can find out, soulmate”

Sero Hanta 

Sero would be very excited from when he was young 

He would constantly check his timer as if it would magically run out quicker the more he watched it, because time definitely worked like that

He had dreamt about it since he was a kid, finally having the one, someone who would love him forever because he’s him and no one else. 

He never thought about if you were to be a villain, he’d find a way to work around it either way, to make you two work, you were meant for each other after all. 

Many of his friends had found their soulmates during high school, but he was set to meet his during his first couple years as a professional hero. 

Being a young hero, aged 20, and only being out of UA’s hero course for just over a year, he had to work hard to work his way up until he made a large enough name for himself to set up his own agency, or to open one with his group of friends.

Knowing that he was destined to meet  his soulmate during his hero work meant that he had a few worries along with it. 

Was he meant to save you? Were you a villain? and while he promised himself he would make it work even if his soulmate was a villain.There were strict hero rules surrounding the situation in which your soulmate was a villain. 

Hoping that it was the former and that he was to save you, it was a drive for him. 

You gave him a reason to work hard, without even knowing each other. 

He knew you were out there somewhere and he wanted to be able to protect you as best he could and he put his all into training. 

What he didn’t expect when he went the entirety of his high school years not meeting you, was for you to also be a hero. 

It was a big mission that they had been planning for days and collecting surveillance and data on the targets, and his agency would be teaming up with two others to take down one of the largest powerhouse groups of villains. 

Upon meeting the other agency that were helping them surround the stronghold, he was taken to meet up with the others that heavily involved in the case. 

Being in his hero suit it was difficult for him to remember how many minutes and seconds were left before he put it on, because all day he had been scared of you being a citizen caught in the crossfire or on the villains side. 

Upon being taken to a group near the back where there stood Fatgum, Tamaki, Kirishima and an unknown hero he stopped in his tracks after locking eyes with you, the unknown hero. 

Kirishima, about to greet his friend quickly realised why you were simply staring at each other because he had calmed the both of you separately at some point in the last 24 hours before this mission when worrying about who your soulmate was going to be. 

He laughed lightly at his two friends and pulled the others away gently to let you two talk. 

“So, you felt the timer run out too?”  He was still slightly stunned. 

“Yeah.” 

“Would you want to get dinner and get to know each other after this missions finished?”

“I think I’d love that, cellophane.”

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waking up the hq boys at midnight to get ice-cream hcs🍦

characters: tsukishima, tanaka, nishinoya, ushijima, sugawara,  oikawa,  kageyama 

note: yes, this was very much inspired by that one tiktok sound where the girl wakes up her bf to get ice-cream- 

also, i use midnight as like..the middle of the night- not actaully 12AM lol

tw// fluff, sangwoo- 

Tsukishima Kei

you did not need to wake him up at 1AM to get ice-cream

man was already up, having just came off his phone and laying like this 😐 in bed as he either waited for himself to fall asleep or was thinking about an awkward interaction he had earlier that day 

anyway, as soon as you turned to him like ‘tsukki, do you wanna come with me to get ice-cream?’

he was suddenly 😴 fast asleep, fake snores and all

you were stubborn though, so you hopped out of bed up to go get ice-cream by yourself if he was just going to ignore you 

although, once you threw your coat on, tsukishima decided to start questioning your unusual behaviour, ‘why do you want ice-cream? it’s night; can’t you just sleep like a normal person and have ice-cream in the morning?’ 

honestly, tsukishima probably finds your nightly antics more endearing and cute rather than annoying 

he’d never admit it though- 

if you talk to him after midnight, on the outside he always looks displeased but really, he loves talking to you period

whether it is at 5PM or 1AM

you shrugged, without an explanation for your craving, ‘i don’t need to reason my midnight urges to you.’

with that, you turned on your heels to head out the door with the full intention of going to get ice-cream - this wasn’t a game 

tsukishima groaned as he finally deduced that you were being dead serious and not just doing this to irritate him

‘ugh, wait.’ he scoffed, forcing himself out of bed to follow you, ‘we have ice-cream downstairs, dumb-ass. don’t bother going out.’ 

you didn’t spare him a glance, continuing to venture to the front door, ‘yeah, but we don’t have strawberry.’ 

tsukishima glared at you, realising that persuasion would not work in this situation so he’d have to resort to brute force and trickery

‘ah, alright.’ he let out a sigh of defeat, ‘at least give us a hug before you go then.’

you paid no mind to how he referred to himself as plural, which is something he only does when he is lying or guilty as he is talking on behalf of his two faces 

also, you should’ve realised something was up when he actually asked for a hug instead of just expecting you to give him one

obliging, you wrapped him in a hug; allowing him to scoop you up into his arms, throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the kitchen

‘let me go, you whore!’  you squealed, lightly slapping his back as if that’d make him let you go 

tsukishima snickered at how childish you were being, ‘you can’t go out in the middle of the night to get ice-cream. you’ll die.’ 

‘i won’t die!’

‘you definitely will.’

anyway, he ends up making you both a bowl of ice-cream and eating it with you at the kitchen table while watching Spirited Away

and despite the fact he had some too, he’ll tease you about this for..the rest of your life 

like sometimes he’ll just wake you up in the middle of the night (during holidays ofc - he respects your sleep schedule) and whisper in your ear, ‘(y/n), do you wanna come get ice-cream with me?’

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

IORFHIEBGEGBO THIS MAN

ik most ppl would think he’d just go with you without a second thought or that he’d be the one asking you to go out for ice-cream but- no- 

well, yes; he wants to 

but when you wake him at 1AM 

(which he doesn’t mind btw bc  sometimes he accidentally wakes you up at like 3AM bc he’s ragin’ on Battlefield oop-)

and you’re all like ‘ryū, wanna go get ice-cream?’ *puppy eyes*

he’s like ‘sure!- but i ain’t got money so- no ❤’ 

then he goes back to sleep 

however, if you say that you’ll pay..he’s already standing with your bags by the door

so you’re definitely gonna have to fork up some cash for that good quality pistachio gelato for him if you want his presence 😌

but tbh, if you said that you were just gonna pay for yourself, he’d come anyway-

Nishinoya Yū

y’all go out at midnight for ice-cream at least once a week-

and it literally began bc you were watching ASMRs and Mukbangs together at 1AM during a sleepover 

and one person was having some lemon gelato and it looked 👌✨ immaculate

in that moment, you both looked at each other and neither of you had to utter a single word for you both to know that there was a mutual goal in mind; to get ice-cream, ASAP

so yeah ig you didn’t have to wake him up but you did need to awake the desire for ice-cream inside him

needless to say, y’all ran to the nearest ice-cream place 

and you made a race out of it 

(you won, ofc)

AND YOU BOTH SHARED A CUP OF GELATO AND IT WAS SO CUTE ! q(≧▽≦q)

and y’know the trope where you have food on the corner of your lip/chin etc and the person kisses you to get rid of it? 

yeah he tried to do that with the trope in mind but he deadass LICKED you IWFBVBBFRI

he was like ‘omg (y/n), lemme get that for you’ 😋👅

honestly, ig it depends if you are into that kinda stuff but ik some ppl would leave fast af ( ﾟдﾟ)つ Bye

Ushijima Wakatoshi

sorry i might have a bit of favouritism going on but i feel like ushijima would be a bigger bitch about it than tsukishima (at first)

but it’s like- solely bc you woke him up y’know?

‘ushijima, wanna go get ice-cream?’

he’s just laying there with his bed-head like :/

silently livid bc you messed up his potential 9 hours of sleep

‘no.’

pester all you want but that is the best you’re getting out of him that night

HOWEVER, the following afternoon (after practise ofc), he took you out for ice-cream 😊

and unlike some would believe (by ‘some’, i mean myself 2 secs ago.) i don’t think he’d be all ‘ice-cream is horrible for your health, (y/n)’ or ‘i can’t believe you’re eating that filth. your body is a temple.’

but that rather he’d just happily eat gelato with you; everything in moderation ig :)

OH AND HE’D PURPOSELLY BUY A DIFFERENT FLAVOUR FROM YOU SO HE COULD BE LIKE

‘(y/n), do you want a bite of mine?’ and give you a spoonful to try like the romance king he is  

Oikawa Tōru

you wouldn’t wake him up bc mf needs his beauty sleep

plus, it was during a sleepover at your house so ofc you didn’t want to wake up your guest 

but he’s a light sleeper so when you’re shuffling through your stuff at 1AM, sneaking around the house to find a jacket (trying to be as quiet as possible so you don’t wake him up); his eyes are open and he’s speculating that sangwoo is near

until he turns around to notice that you’re not laying next to him and he is in fact being spooned by a large pillow (probably a sangwoo body pillow smh)

after that, he hops to his feet and storms through the house in search of you so he can yell at you for ruining his sleep grr

however, once he finds you and realises that you look ready to head out, he feels inclined to firstly ask, ‘where are you going? you know it’s 2AM, right?’ 

you replied by explaining your plan to sneak out for ice-cream and he just stared at you, absolutely bewildered for a few moments

he stood like a statue with that stupid expression on his face for ages so you asked him if he was alright, to which he responded, ‘that’s such a stupid idea.’

‘so, you’re not coming with?’

‘of course i am.’

so you both ended up sitting with your ice-cream cones, in your pyjamas, on a park bench somewhere, admiring the moonlit sky along with the stars adorning it

oh, and that was actually the first time he said ‘i love you.’

Sugawara Kōshi

if feel like suga would be exactly like the guy in the sound/video: confused, tired and extremely reluctant but ofc inevitably he ends up standing outside of a dessert place, hand-in-hand with you

he’d wake up, weary from fatigue and he barely has the strength to argue with you during the day - so how exactly was he supposed to do it in the middle of the night? 

thus, he lugged himself out of bed and threw on a coat but as soon as the cold winter air bit at his nose, he was flooded with the energy and will-power to try convince you stay in with him

(It’s his parental senses) 

‘you’ll catch a cold, darling!’ (yes, he does call you that.) ‘and it’s night too, there’s probably a bunch of creeps out and around!’

at that point, it was just a battle of will

bc you both had each other’s wishes at heart

you wanted him to have peace of mind and he wanted you to have ice-cream

(and he was kinda craving some himself tbh)

so you both decided to stay in, tucking into the half-eaten tubs of Ben & Jerry’s in the fridge 

and after that, neither of you got any sleep bc you both stayed up watching movies and cuddling 🥺

Kageyama Tobio

he was wide awake at 2AM, laying beside you on the bed, practising sets 

so ofc the time wasn’t an issue

but kageyama wasn’t big on sweet treats so when you suggested that y’all should go out for ice-cream, you were shocked - to say the least - when he simply replied 

‘sure’

like why would he oppose? he was already awake. plus, he was kinda craving something sweet tbh

also, he could tell it’d make you happy and he’s whipped tbh

so you took advantage of this indifferency by immediately jolting up and dragging him to your favourite dessert place

the whole time, he acted as usual - it was as if he was just on a regular walk to school

when you got there, you both shared a sundae and he paid; what a king (❤´艸｀❤)

(it was bc you had forgotten your wallet/purse at home- but still a kind gesture 💕)

you both just sat in a booth, pecking away at the sundae while talking about anything and everything that came to mind as the low, distant R&B music from the shop’s speakers played in the background

 ‘it is flat. have you ever been on a plane before, (y/n)? did you see a single curve? no.’

you rolled your eyes, finding it physically painful how stupid kagyeama could be sometimes, ‘it’s science, kags. the earth is round! the curves are just very subtle.’

‘no.’

‘YOU CAN’T SAY NO! IT’S SCIENCE!’ 

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Various Fake Dating HCs

Various situations that require fake dating from there’s a creep, to a school play,  and how it becomes real 

AN/Yall know the drill. Caffeine, sugar, no sleep, binge writing session with no edits. That said if anyone catches a mistake please let me know Todoroki’s got a little away from me (def. was not 2 pages worth of google docs nope not me wrong writer) Enjoy!

Characters: Deku, Bakugou, Kaminari, Shinsou, Todoroki 

Word Count: 2520

Requests Open

Warnings: Mentions harassment

Deku 

Mineta wasn’t the only creep on campus and you were Class 1-E’s lucky lady as he called you thinking he was God’s gift to women

After 2 weeks of annoying you everyday after class was enough 

You’d complained to Deku and Uraka about it before so he was well aware of the jerk

When he approached you at lunch you couldn’t take it anymore

The moment he left you’d plopped your forehead onto Deku’s shoulder and asked Deku to help you out offering to buy him lunch for the week in return

He wasn’t sure how he could - he knew he couldn’t intimidate the guy like Kirishima or Bakugou so he wasn’t sure what you wanted

When you explained he’d gone pink but agreed

Since then he’d held your hand, helped you study, and called you honey and sweets when the creep was in earshot 

It took the jerk a while to realize you weren’t interested for some reason when he did though Deku kept up all the sweet gestures 

You told him a week after the last encounter with the creep that he could stop 

He’d just murmured (thinking you couldn’t here) “I don’t want to” 

You’d given him a kiss on the check and realizing you’d heard he’d launched into one of his patented spiels saying of course if you weren’t interested, and he still was focused on becoming the number 1 hero, and and and 

You’d wait for him to finish and look up at from the floor before giving him a smile and asking where he wanted to go on your first official date

Bakugou

It was his idea believe it or not. You both were good friends and after his internship he had several dedicates “fans” They’d gone so far as to track him down and asked him out incessantly 

The first time he’d scoffed and told them to get loss with his usual tact, that is to say none

After that when they’d followed him everyday from the gates of UA he’d blown up at them, literally 

Most of them were properly scared off by this or at least more reserved 1 girl just couldn’t take a hint

You and Bakugou had been sent to get snacks for movie night later and SHE was as always waiting on Bakugou

He’d groaned seeing her and whispered in you ear to play along 

Snaked his arms dangerously low around your waist, pulled you close

He purposefully didn’t look at her pretending he hadn’t already seen her

When you were out of the gates he spun you around and trapped you against the wall leaning in to whisper to you thanking you for playing along he asked if he could kiss you

You grabbed his face and pulled it towards your own

When you broke apart he smirked then pretended to take notice of the girl telling her off for spying on him and his girlfriend

You walked up behind him as he yelled at the girl and glared daggers at her 

She wasn’t happy about it but between both your threats she finally backed off (though she would occasionally pop up at public UA events) 

You were always with the Bakusquad so it was an easy matter to plant a kiss on his check and motion you were watching her in case she felt like trying anything

Neither of you were ready for or wanted a real relationship so that was as far as it went in high school but you keep in contact and who knows what the future holds

It did become a running joke how you two were such a lovey dovey couple in between the cursing each other out and harder than necessary slugs to the shoulder

Kaminari

You two flirted like there was no tomorrow 

Eventually everyone assumed you were dating bc who else flirts with every breath

One night you were running late and Kirishima had asked Denki “Where’s your girlfriend” 

It took him a second bc as much as you both flirted it was never serious

You’d popped in not a minute later and Kaminari had thrown his arm around you dramatically declaring “MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND IS HERE” for everyone to here 

You looked at him quizzically and snorted

He managed to pull you away from the group and convince you it'd be a great joke to see how long you could convince the gang you were dating and how much drama you could create in your fake “relationship” 

You were plotting soap opera level storylines by the end of the night

After a week of scheming and late night writing session you started your personal drama with a dramatic monologue to the girls before class on how Kaminari had forgotten your so important 1 week-aversy 

-They’d consoled you and told you guys care about stuff but if you did you should talk to Kaminari

By lunch everyone had heard and Bakugou had a betting pool on how long the happy couple would last - Kaminari tried to join but was banned

Week 3 had the suspected cheating scandal - that had earned you a lecture from Kirishima on how it wasn’t manly to cheat and you assuring him nothing had actually happened 

By week 5 the two of you had a regular date scheming night 

During week 6 when Kirishima was “buzzed” after overusing his quirk he confessed to loving your (nonexistent) identical twin who conveniently went to another school and you had never spoken of bc she had stolen you last boyfriend

Towards the end of the term during date night Denki dropped to one knee proposing a proposal story line you’d burst out laughing when he grabbed a slap bracelet (He’d gotten from goodness knows where) and slapped it onto your wrist

At least take me on a real date first you’d joked - then frozen hoping he hadn’t heard 

He had. He took the slap bracelet off, still on one knee and said (Y/N) will you take this slap bracelet and go out with me for realizes I mean 

You’d ceremoniously take the slap bracelet and try to carefully put it on your wrist, treasuring it - slap bracelets can’t be gently moved though so it snapped up immediately as you said “I do” 

Shinsou

It wasn’t planned by either of you

You didn’t even know people though you were dating until a picture of the two of you showed up in the schools gossip column and someone pointed it out to you at lunch 

Shinsou just nodded his head and sighed saying “that makes sense” 

You had no idea what he was going on about - you found out that people had been kinder to him this morning some. Guys approached him about his “game” and some girl had talked to him saying if he was with you he couldn’t be as scary as he seemed 

You to were close and you knew how much it hurt him that people were scared of him bc of his quirk 

You were sitting so you leaned over and gave him a side hug promising him it would be okay

That hug went down the grapevine and “confirmed” your relationship 

By the time someone directly asked you about Shinsou the two of you had talked and agreed to let slide neither of you liked anyone and it was helping Shinsou so where was the harm 

You didn’t go out of your way to appear as a couple but you were friendly and people were prone to misinterpretation 

Shinsou certainly wasn’t a social butterfly but he certainly wasn’t seen as scary and his friend group grew

2 months into your “relationship” Shinsou had a girl confess to him she liked him 

He was taken aback she hadn’t talked to him the entirety of last term and suddenly she liked him

She had been scared of him unlike you. Unlike you, something clicked for Shinsou and the rest of the week he found himself comparing other girls to you and realized he may truly be in love with you 

By the time he came round to that realization you had made your own. Maybe people had thought you two were a couple bc you hung out with him more, hugged him more, smiled at him more, and liked him more and differently than your other friends. You  maybe even loved him 

At lunch he was the one who reached out and touched you, lightly settling his hand on yours and asking if you wanted to be more than a rumor 

Todoroki

Can we say emotional trauma 

In literature class there’d been a project to perform a Kyogen as a part of their classic lit unit - you’d loved it even if you’d been graded more on the accompanying essay of the evolution of language and classism than the performance part 

When you saw there was a school play you hasn’t hesitated to audition bc the kyogen performance had been so fun

You hadn’t gotten the lead role you wanted but you were more than fine playing a the female lead’s best friend who got swept off her feet by the quiet tortured poet

As soon as you saw who you’d been cast as you immediately checked who your love interest was. It was none other than Shoto Todoroki

You were really nervous the first rehearsal that focused on your sections

You knew Todoroki only by reputation, as a aloof and focused student 

You had no clue what he was doing in the play so you asked. He didn’t tell you the first day instead just did a read through 

The entire time the drama teacher kept saying “More Emotion” and “You’re in love so SMILE” you were pretty sure it was directed at Todoroki who was barely beyond monotone

The director requested Todoroki stay after rehearsal for extra practice. As his scene partner you stayed too

During on of these he explained during the kyogen project he’d felt different in his everyday life when he was pretending to be happy or angry compared to when he tried to show no emotion 

The director had called that moment a breakthrough. You smiled at him and asked whatever made him think that showing no emotion was in any way a good idea. He didn’t answer you 

You made it your mission from then on to get him to show emotion. Of course that was the director’s job on stage. You made it your mission everyday though. 

You would have friends pass him notes for you in between classes, eat lunch with him, and had a bad joke of the day hoping to catch him roll his eyes rather than just stare ahead eating robotically 

Eventually he started to show cracks in the armour, he would smile when you made funny faces backstage, or say he was upset which wasn’t much but baby steps

There were days he reverted to mono-emotionalism (that emotion being bored) on those days you eventually decided your best course was just to annoy him to death or even better till he said he was annoyed this came in the form of you lightly hitting you arm on his head, singing the 100 digits of pi song on loop, or running and jumping at him (he would always catch you knowing his choices were that or be bowled over) 

Those days became fewer and further between as you got closer to the play. There was one particular bad day though. You’d been trying all day to get a reaction, good or bad, out of him with nothing working. 

He was sitting on the floor during practice. You dropped beside him and leaned back till your head was in his lap and started asking “What’s up with you?”

You didn’t finish your question bc he shoved you out of his lap and stormed off 

Your scenes that day weren’t great to say the least 

By the end of practice you were just drained, you really were trying to help, and instead you’d hurt him and that hurt as much as him pushing you away and saying he didn’t need you 

The next day you had Deku hand him a note saying you were sorry 

You didn’t try to reach out to him the rest of the day, sat with your own friends at lunch, and didn’t bother him between scenes during practice

It was a week before you two spoke and that was only on the blocking of the last scene the leads ran to each other as you two cheered and hugged 

Tech week was hell week for 2 reasons 1. The general tiredness and overwhelmingness that always come with tech and 2 you were practically glued to Todoroki’s hip the entire play for 3 run throughs a day and you still weren’t really speaking 

Opening night you saw Todoroki pacing half an hour before curtain call. You were headed back to the dressing room to help some of the other girls with their makeup but he looked stressed. 

You waved not wanting to startle him. He looked up from his pacing feet and just stared at you 

“I’m not here to annoy you. You just look stressed and I wanted to say it’ll be fine and um break a leg. Anyway I’ll leave you to your pacing.” You said before starting to leave

He doesn’t move to stop you from leaving but he stares you down and starts talking, spewing all the feelings that have been building up (that he doesn’t understand) He’s nervous around you. Why is he nervous around you? He’s mad at himself for making you sad that day. You didn’t talk to him. He didn’t know what to do so he let you not talk to him. His miserable and he misses you he thinks. He tried talking to Deku but Deku just told him that he needed to talk to you about these feelings so he didn’t say anything more to Deku. He has all these feeling and doesn’t know why? 

You walk towards him and ask if it’s okay to hug him

He gives the smallest nod

You wrap him in the tightest hug you possibly can and lean your head into his chest. He eventually rests his head on top of yours and awkwardly wraps his hands around your back

When you pull away he looks at you for a moment before telling you your makeup looks nice 

You have to run to help the girls with their makeup you remember but make him promise to talk after the show 

You two talk and by the final curtain call your on stage hug has somehow become a chaste peck on the cheek. 

He pays for your post set strike theater crew Denny’s meal with Endeavour's stolen credit card and asks if it counts as a date if there are 20 other people with you

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[a-very-fond-farewell]

The forbidden crack! Untamed prompts: 22/?

Drama AU [this is just an idea tho, no plot basically]: “Did you find a bitch in me?”

[JC-focus crackships galore baby! title is from a Marina Diamandis’s song (“Hermit the Frog) but that’s probably not important for the non-plot so... yeah]

*

“So... wait a minute.”

“Hit me.”

“I’m still confused.”

“About?”

“Wen Qing... why should I know about your ex’s exes?”

“Because he’s a bisexual menace and I don’t want him to ruin this for me.”

“Jiang Cheng is not going to sleep with me.”

“What do you know tho? He’s that powerful.”

“Babe, I’m a lesbian.”

“And he has dated everyone in our circle of friends and their significant others.”

“Big lesbian energy, you’re absolutely right.”

“Thank you. I taught him well.”

*

or the only au where there’s only drama and no plot and JC went from experimenting to actively turning people gay or straight just because.

[attn: in this au Jin GuangShan is not, I repeat, not a bitch and did not, in fact, have other kids aside from Jin ZiXuan bc I say so. don’t make me complicate this non-existent plot more, please]

[under the cut for more!]

ok. got it. JC knows he’s no saint. hell, he doesn’t even qualify as a decent human being, alright. he’s that socially abominable. but things have escalated to a point where he doesn’t even know what to do. maybe become a hermit, lock his dick and call it a day. yeah, that should do the trick. because he really doesn’t know when it all started... no. that’s a lie. total bullshit. it was Nie HuaiSang.

so, SO, he may have been 16. sweet bush child with no future nor name. a great big sister, a stupid big bro, an overachieving mother, a distant father, the usual. save for fucking Nie HuaiSang and his stash of porn. and JC was straight. and he just wanted to check if the link his high school friend sent him was a jumpscare or not. he closed the tab right after the first moan echoed in his room late at night, he forgot to put the jack in and his earphones were possibly all the way back in his backpack on the kitchen table. fuck his life. and also fuck HuaiSang for being into weirdly sensual artsy porn on top of that. fuck his life. fuck the replay button too.

coincidentally, HuaiSang was his first kiss, first head, first everything only one year later and JC still talks to the jerk to an extent, but not because he wants to, okay? they were experimenting, but JC was still straight. he wanted to do good on his first actual relationship with a woman, whatever that meant for him at the time. HuaiSang was okay with that, the lying bastard. JC may or may not have grown fond of him by the time their graduation came, but they never got around to talk about it because they were stupid and young.

also, HuaiSang’s brother had caught them once and JC had known there and then why his non-boyfriend had decided to cut things loose afterwards. that jock was scary as fuck.

.

then. THEN. university came and Wen Qing was the one reminding JC he was still very much as straight and unbendable as he could get. it took him three years to not yell at her in frustration and ask her out: the sexual tension between them fueled by rivalry over good grades and the scholarship program they both wanted to have access to for their masters.

she had been the one asking him out. JC was lying about having the balls to do it, obviously. the fact that she also discovered to be a lesbian while being with him could have burned less, all things considered, but JC knew he had made love to her and that was enough for him. letting her go had been the right thing to do and they still talk everyday and she loves his nephew and everything is fine.

JC is FINE.

it only took him the two remaining years of his masters to get over her, but. FINE.

.

he’s not gonna talk about her brother. it happened only once. okay maybe once that particular night, at a bar and they were drunk and Wen Ning was nothing like his sister and the boy always had a slight crush on him and he was the one suggesting it, okay?

Wen Ning was kind and gentle and kissed way better than his sister and maybe after two years JC could get over it and move on and they could still be a family after all and that last stall in the staff toilet had been where JC’s bottom cherry was popped and oh gods that felt so good...

“actually, Jiang Cheng, you’re lovely. but I think I’m actually really straight so... I’m sorry. I hope we can still be friends?”

yeah. JC’s not gonna talk about fucking Wen Ning.

.

maybe the fact that his brother Wei Ying got married so soon was the reason why. it has to be.

JC hated, HATED Lan Zhan. he hated how much in love they were. how softly they moved around each other. how much he wanted some of that as well.

and since he was THAT petty he had to flirt with Lan Zhan’s brother (Lan Huan) because of it. the man was terrifyingly good looking and a gentleman. so much he didn’t want to give in to JC’s requests... because he already had a boyfriend.

JC knew nothing about said boyfriend aside from the fact that he was apparently a snake, whatever Wei Ying meant by that.

Lan Huan looked very intrigued, but he’s also very loyal and JC admired him for that. he didn’t want to have that conversation tho, the one where Lan Huan politely asked him to stop being so charming in his periphery, so JC decided to hide for a month or two and maybe extended that period of time and never show his face again while he’s at it.

Lan Zhan would have also had his head on a fucking plate if he dared touching his precious older brother so, there’s that as well.

.

so he dated a bunch of people after swiping them on apps left and right, got the hitch out of his system and felt miserable about it.

Nie HuaiSang came back into his life like, the day before JC started working for a new company and asked him out for a drink. HuaiSang was crushing for a man too young for HuaiSang’s comfort because he usually liked older men and this boy was fresh out of his bachelor and JC’s friend was well in his late twenties and didn’t have a job yet and...

JC shut him up with a kiss and they felt slightly less lonely afterwards, until they actually talked about their issues and decided to stop being messy and grow out of their bad habits.

JC still fells sick at the idea of being someone else’s “bad habit” though.

.

Wen Chao was a mistake.

Wen Chao’s girlfriend was a mistake.

Wen Chao’s brother was a mistake.

Their bloody uncle was a mistake.

Their father was an even more spectacular mistake.

JC has yet to find out how he survived the year of his thirtieth birthday, honestly. that shit had been wild as fuck.

.

YanLi and her husband offered JC to look after Jin Ling more often in order to make him feel some sense of safety, he knew that much. at the time, JC hated the fact that ZiXuan worried over him and that his own sister didn’t know how to help him either.

people at work had started to treat him differently as well, now that they knew how messy he was. he started getting treated for depression soon after being promoted to supervisor, his workaholic tendencies saving him from himself after years of sleeping around and drinking too much for his own good.

A-Su was YanLi’s friend from university and was kind enough to ask him out one day. she stayed with him for a year before apologizing to him, saying she wanted something more: a family, a future, something JC could have not given her anytime soon.

.

his brother and Lan Zhan adopted a boy and JC became an uncle for the second time. A-Yuan was difficult to look after, having survived stressful living conditions in his early childhood, so Wei Ying appreciated the extra hand when JC offered it to him and his husband.

looking after children forced him to be not so angry all the time and now Jin Ling had a cousin he could play with and was very glad his Jiujiu was feeling better.

.

when Lan Huan came back into his life, JC had forgotten about even attempting to win him over in his early twenties. it felt life a lifetime had passed.

they started as friends this time around, but JC felt nothing for him and he was okay with that. they were good uncles to A-Yuan and that was enough.

.

what really caught JC off guard was when Meng Yao stumbled upon him one day in midwinter, crashing on JC and sending his briefcase up in the air. the older man was apologetic and kind and gods forbid JC still needed some of that in his life. even if it was the other who had crashed into him, JC offered to buy him coffee since Meng Yao’s cup was now sadly rolling out frame on the snowy path.

to his utter astonishment, Meng Yao accepted.

JC took his time with him, willing to slow down and really get to know this new man who seemed so welcoming and easily approachable... yet so impossibly far and unreachable.

Meng Yao confessed cheating on his previous partner with his best friend five years prior and how he felt undeserving of another chance with someone as kind as JC. he revealed how therapy helped him work on his tendency of manipulating others and that this was the only reason why he wanted to be honest with JC and tell him the truth. so that the younger man could make up his mind if Meng Yao could be granted a chance with him.

this heartfelt confession startled JC in the beginning, especially bc Meng Yao seemed adamant about not sleeping with him for the foreseeable future, unless they talked it out some more.

on JC’s thirty-fourth birthday, one year after meeting Meng Yao, JC asks him to marry him during a pleasant dinner the older man has planned for him.

to his horror and absolute joy, A-Yao accepts.

JC didn’t mind not having been intimate with him until then, nor he would have minded if A-Yao never happened to change his mind on the matter. JC felt safe with him, even when he saw him reminiscing the past with grief painting his features behind his fake smile. JC knew he could give him happiness and so he asked him to meet the Jiangs for the first time to announce the good news.

all but Wei Ying and his husband have arrived the even JC brought A-Yao home, their car stuck in traffic. they start eating without them, with the couple’s permission. YanLi and ZiXuan didn’t bring A-Ling this time around, not willing to leave too soon and waste a chance to really get to know the new member of their family. JC’s father seemed pleased to meet with A-Yao, exchanging pleasantries and conversing about common interests...but JC’s mother is weirdly cold and distant that night.

once dinner came to a end, finally Wei Ying arrived, apologizing profusely for making the lot of them eat without them. however, nor he or his husband could take their eyes off of A-Yao...and neither could JC’s fiancé.

“if you still have some dignity to spare, I suggest you leave this very moment,” said Lan Zhan, the most he has ever spoken in one breath in front of JC. to which, to JC’s astonishment, A-Yao answered by giving JC one last look and the saddest smile he had ever worn...before leaving the house and never look back.

.

confused, heartbroken, humiliated...JC didn’t know what to feel when Lan Zhan explained to the lot of them what Meng Yao had done to Lan Huan after eight years together. cheating on the kindest man alive with an old acquaintance of his that to that day remained unnamed bc Meng Yao refused to reveal their identity.

JC’s mother didn’t have to tell her son that she had known all along something was off about A-Yao: JC could feel it in the way she was looking at him, sitting next to him on the couch. she had a sixth sense for venomous people.

the following year, JC is pretty sure it passed in a blur. he remembers working less hard than what he was expected to do, been consequently and rightfully demoted in his company. others gossiped about him being so proud for nothing in the end, which aggravated his mood.

to his surprise, his mother was the one suggesting him to take a break somewhere nice. to clear his head for a month or two before deciding what to do with his life. Wei Ying booked him a trip to Taiwan the following day and in less than a week JC is on a plane to take a long vacation there.

.

one night, roughly a week after his arrival at the hotel, JC was staring blankly at the skyline in deep thought. he had done the tourist-y shit, eaten all the foods in the best restaurants, brought presents for his family. and now he was bored out of his mind. the same, old questions swirling in his mind: did A-Yao lie when he said he loved him? did he lie just so he could have a fresh start and forget about the past? did he leave bc he felt guilty for his past with Lan Huan? was he serious when he had accepted JC’s proposal?

that’s when Mo XuanYu came barging into his life like a hurricane.

the younger man, seven years his junior, spotted him from an adjacent balcony and proceeded to talk to him as if...trying to de-escalate a suicide attempt from his part.

“sir, please. I’m sure there’s more to life than this. I don’t know what happened to make you feel this way but...everything will be fine in the end. I promise you. I was there. It’s okay. please don’t jump over the balcony.”

JC had no intention of jumping, just to be clear, but something in his eyes must have caught the kid’s attention and...was that a steward uniform he was wearing? did he work for the hotel? JC was none the wiser but that was the first time someone had reassured him so wholeheartedly without even knowing him and it felt...weird.

he started tearing up and the younger man panicked, promising to keep him company all night if necessary, reaching out with a hand to touch JC and reassure him from the other side. JC grasped it gingerly in his own and let himself be coaxed back to the realm of the living by such gentle soul.

JC hated himself for sleeping with him not even a week after their encounter.

but it just felt so good to let himself be guided by hand to the most hidden and wonderful places. away from the tourist crowd, eating delicious food with someone smiling prettily at him. yet he hated himself more for thinking about someone else in bed with him, at least in the beginning.

Mo XuanYu seemed to know anyway, and even encouraged him to just do whatever he felt like with him. casual hookups didn’t have to be meaningful, the younger man had said, and it wasn’t even the first time someone used him as a rebound either. still, something ugly stirred in JC at that.

so he decided to stop thinking about himself for once and shoved every bad memory away. all to pour his affection into someone else and cater to his lover for the following month and a half. borrowed time of a stolen season, during which JC doted on the younger man and learned to listen.

some of the stories Mo XuanYu told him felt slightly familiar, almost as if they had a friend in common and didn’t know who it might have been. after his shift, the younger man would ask to eat with JC and share his frustrations, repaying him in kindness with sweet kisses and even sweeter smiles that felt a little bit too brittle in the morning, when he was bound to leave.

by the end of JC’s trip it was clear to him that he had grown fond of the other man, too much for his own good. but during a vacation, away from home, surrounded by new and exciting things...anyone would have worn a mask to forget their normal life, that reality they would have eventually been forced to come back to.

by the end of his vacation, JC had figured out who their common friend was and remembered how distant Nie HuaiSang had felt falling in love with Mo XuanYu. how sad the younger man’s emotional unavailability has made him feel.

and when they parted ways at the airport, JC kissed him goodbye and never saw him again. the memory of Mo XuanYu’s brittle smile engraved forever in the back of his mind.

.

back to work. back to his bad bitch persona. it felt good to focus on his job and nothing else for a year or two, keeping others at distance while bossing them from his office as he regained his boss’s trust. being promoted a second time gave him the confidence he needed to move on with his life and by his thirty-seventh birthday he could finally see a future for himself.

therapy was helping a great deal and even his siblings seemed to notice his progress, praising him for his willingness to seek help and his hard work.

A-Yuan and A-Ling included: the kids were growing up too fast, involving their uncle in their school projects and plans for mischief any chance they got to see him.

Lan Huan caught everyone by surprise one day in autumn by confirming YanLi and Wei Ying’s suspicions about his breakup with Nie MingJue, Nie HuaiSang’s older brother.

the older man didn’t tell them why he had stepped back from his engagement with the man, aside from saying that the both of them had found out something concerning about their past and common acquaintances. the discovery making them feel so disheartened to the point of braking their engagement of mutual accord.

JC felt bad for the man, knowing how much it hurt to lose someone so dear. not that they had had been able to discuss over the matter much, not even after A-Yao had left. it would have been awkward to talk about their common ex and his penchant for secrets and hurting other people’s feelings.

but they understood each other well enough and started talking more, out of their common interest in their nephews and their well-being.

.

five years later, JC was forty-two and content with his life. A-Ling was close to thirteen and A-Yuan quickly approaching fifteen. he could see them growing up and out of his reach, but their affection for him never wavered. until one day A-Yuan called him in the middle of the night, startling him awake.

apparently, his best friend JinGyi had called him for help after being beaten up by his foster mother and A-Yuan didn’t know what to do. calling his parents would have only alerted and worried Wei Ying and Lan Zhan, who were probably still asleep and hadn’t even noticed their son had sneaked out in the middle of the night.

panicked and worried, JC called Lan Huan instead and they left for the hospital. and something hurt at the sight of such a young boy lying still on a bed too big for him. something else clicked in JC’s brain at the sight but it would have taken him several months to realize what exactly.

furious and restless, Lan Huan spend months looking for the woman who had hurt the child, eventually destroying her in court until he pried a confession out of her. social services immediately alerted as JC inquired over the possibility of giving the child a permanent home himself.

not even a year later, JC was able to welcome the kid in their new house in the quietest part of town. it took a while for the boy to adjust, worrying over JC eventually changing his mind and letting him go. “who even adopts someone close to be of age?” JinGyi had asked, frustrated and certain JC would grow bored of him.

but JC was there to reassure him every step of the way, telling him family was forever and not something easily dismissible. he repeated it until the boy seemed satisfied and called him “dad” for the first time one inconspicuous evening at dinner. if JC cried on his pizza, well, nobody has to know.

.

Lan Huan was glad to listen to JC gushing over his son, more than supportive and borderline enthusiastic to listen to every little progress and new success.

JC knew this was enough, but he would lie saying he hadn’t felt loved by the other man. yet, he didn’t dare hope he could have another chance at happiness at almost fifty years old. Lan Huan himself close to fifty-five and well settled into his career as a lawyer...too much to consider a valuable partnership with someone like JC.

his therapist had bashed him for ages over such insecurity, but JC could only smile at him and shrug. many people didn’t find their happy ending and he still had JinGyi to look after. which seemed a good way to spend the rest of his life.

so it came as a surprise when, one evening, as JC overlooked at Lan Huan building a piece of furniture with JinGyi in their living room, he started crying with love and affection.

“why are you crying Jiang Cheng?”

“I’m happy.”

he really was.

he still is to this day.

*

[they don’t marry, but they do spend the rest of their life together anyway]

I need a break, this took days to make D:

#mdzs #jiang cheng #sangcheng #xicheng #chengyao #qingcheng #chengyu #yucheng #chaocheng #ningcheng #chengsu #jc is messy ok? #nielan #xiyao #mianqing #sangyu #wangxian #mdzs/au: modern #mdzs/au: messy jc #the forbidden crack! untamed prompts #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #cql #I AM TRASH I WILL SHIP JC WITH A ROCK FOR ALL I CARE

[hu4ngs]

found you through wattpad! since you've never written a jeno book, can i get a enemies to lovers au for jeno?

helloooo hahahahah! thank you for requesting

• so first things first, we should get to the bottom of the reason why jeno even hates you and vice versa

• it would be a lot of factors but the main factor would probably be because you’re as annoying as a middle schooler

• you were in phase, where you’d try so hard to be the teacher’s pet, so it just makes you annoying

• jeno doesn’t do a lot of his homeworks, so he’d always get detention for it

• you hate him simply because he hates you lol you don’t really know why he hates you but the feeling’s mutual baby

• so now you’re in your senior year of high school, you’ve toned down the annoyance

• you’re not really a teacher’s pet anymore but your name still leaves a good taste in their mouths when they talk about you

• jeno was still as lazy as ever, though he’s actually trying this year since he wants to graduate

• but he’s failing LMAO thats what happens when you don’t pay attention in class until the last minute kids

• so anyways, you’re not the only person jeno has beef with. in fact, his advanced algebra teacher hates him too

• “how many times are you gonna fail my class, mr lee?”

• jeno at this point was already mocking his teacher as he started blabbing about how he’s gonna fail and he’ll have to stay for another year

• “put your head in the game or i’ll call your parents.” he warned

• jeno almost shit his pants when he heard that

• anything but his parents

• so that day he goes to the smartest person he knows, renjun

• “dude i need you to teach me algebra please i’ll pay you”

• renjun was shocked

• jeno???? genuinely wants to learn???? it’s the end of the world

• renjun, being the smart guy he is, he agrees. he is desperate for $$$ anyway so

• but 3 weeks into the constant classes renjun realises he couldn’t take it anymore

• he doesn’t have the ideal patience of a teacher, because he was slowly losing his mind trying to teach jeno simple mathematics

• “hey jeno, it’s nothing personal or something, but like, i really can’t do this anymore”

• jeno felt like his heart SANK

• “why”

• “it’s been three weeks and we’re still learning the same topic. i can’t take it anymore”

• “i’ll pay you more”

• “no that’s fine”

• so that’s how jeno became tutor-less again

• jeno looked so defeated and heartbroken, and it made renjun feel bad, jeno is his good friend after all

• “i mean, i have a friend, they can tutor you, if you want?” he offered

• jeno went ecstatic again

• so renjun gave him his friend’s number

• so jeno immediately texted the friend renjun mentioned

• “hey i heard you’re tutoring for advanced algebra”

• “yeah who’s this tho”

• “lee jeno from class 5-B”

• then there was a long pause

• jeno was like ???? hello ????

• and then after a really long time they replies

• “you sure you want a tutor from me? i’m y/n from your class”

• jeno was fuming

• it’s literally the loud, annoying ‘middle schooler’ in his class

• so now jeno’s torn between passing his class or feeding his ego

• he chose the first one surprisingly

• so you two start meeting up

• he gets agitated by everything you do and you’re just like ????? hello??? you’re stupid without me ????

• so this routine goes on everyday, and everyday jeno just realise you’re not as bad he thought you’d be

• it’s because you’re really patient with him, and most importantly you’re not giving up on him,,,

• now he’s touched and feels bad for being mean to you

• today isn’t any different

• you arrived, and you hand him the iced tea

• he’s shocked

• “what’s this?”

• “you’ve been studying hard lately. you deserve a treat”

• jeno could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat

• but he didn’t think much of it

• at least until nighttime came

• and he couldn’t sleep

• he’s thinking about your ice tea, your act of kindness around him, your constant assurance that he’s doing fine, he’s thinking about you

• then he felt his heart skipping a beat again

• i didn’t take him long to realise he’s attracted to you

• now he’s back to think about you. your smile, the way you’d hit his head when he says “i don’t know”, the way you’d apologise for that, the way you laugh

• oh no

• but he’s sure you’re just doing this bc you’re nice

• you probably don’t like him back

• but it’s worth a try right?

• no!!!!!

• basically you’ve kept this poor boy up the whole day

• now he’s cranky at school

• “so who are you gonna ask out for prom?”

• jaemin was nudging him that morning

• jeno’s annoyed that he’s being bothered and that he had forgotten all about prom

• but it’s alright prom is like a month away

• “leave me alone”

• “i’m thinking of asking y/n out”

• “no!!!!”

• oops he yelled

• jaemin is stunned

• “whats wrong with you?”

• jeno doesn’t wanna answer that

• so he looks away, totally ignoring the confused jaemin

• then during lunch, the prom topic arose again

• chenle and jisung weren’t going they’re planning on playing video games on that day

• renjun was gonna ask his classmate out

• haechan was gonna go solo

• now its just jaemin and jeno

• jaemin was still thinking of asking you out

• it’s not that he likes you or whatever, but you two are chemistry partners and he thinks you’re a fun person

• and he’d love to have fun on prom night too

• jeno wants to take you out too

• b u t

• he just has a strong feeling that you’ll reject him

• plus jaemin is also gonna ask you out!!!!!

• jaemin, aka the biggest flirt ever!!! is going ask you out!!! how is he suppose to impress you over jaemin!!!!

• after much thinking jeno decides to just man up and ask you out the simple way during his lesson later

• he came to the conclusion you’re a simple person, and you’d probably hate something too big as a promposal

• so you two are in an empty classroom again that day

• no ice tea today, though bc you were running late

• but its ok. today jeno bought you peach tea

• there was also a sticky note on the can asking you out for prom

• it wasn’t much, but oh well

• he was fiddling with his fingers while he waits for you

• then you finally arrived

• “sorry i’m a little late”

• “you’re always late”

• you shoot him a look

• jeno’s always like this though

• “shut up” you told him

• he laughs nervously

• you notice the drink

• “you bought your own drink today i see?” you said

• your hand stretched over to the can to see what he drinks

• you thought maybe next time you’d know what to buy him

• as you turn the drink around you saw the sticky note

• “go to prom with me, y/n?”

• with a cute little flustered face he drew at the bottom of the sticky note

• you’re shocked

• you’re sure this dude HATES you

• whats going on

• you’re flustered AS HELL

• jeno’s also flustered now

• “is this from you?”

• you finally ask

• he slowly nods

• “but… why me?”

• jeno was surprised you’d ask that

• “what do you mean ‘why me’? i can’t think of anyone better to ask out to. you’ve been the kindest person to me this whole time even though i was acting like a semi-asshole to you most of the time. and i don’t know, y/n, i guess after all that kindest and patience you’ve shown me i kinda fellinlovewithyou”

• he’s nervously laughing,,, he can’t believe he just gave that long speech

• “you’re IN WHAT with me?” you yelled

• “i SAID i might have fellinlovewithyou OKAY”

• your face is red as hell now

• so is jeno’s

• so you two are just sitting across of each other, faces red

• “well… honestly, at first i was only nice because you’re paying me to teach you… but after a while it became a habit? you’re not a hard person to tolerate with.” you admitted

• please stop showering him with compliments this boy is a blushing mess ok

• “so… is that a yes to prom?”

• “are you crazy? of course its a yes!”

• jeno is an awkward boy his love was return so now what

• so he’s just awkwardly fiddling with his fingers now

• and you’re like ?? wtf

• and then hes like “wait… do you um… lovemeback though?”

• and you’re like wat

• “well it’s too early to use love, i do like you though”

• and then jeno pause for a minute, before deciding you liking him is fine too

• “so by saying yes to prom will you also say yes to being the love of my life?”

• “yes… but you need to stop being so cheesy though”

#jeno #lee jeno #nct dream #nct #jeno fluff #jeno au #jeno scenarios #enemies to lovers #nct fluff #nct au #nct dream scenarios #nct fanfic #nct dream fanfic #jeno fanfic #jeno x reader #nct dream au #nct dream x reader #jeno imagines #nct dream imagines #nct imagines

[thanks--for--listening]

nothing, nowhere, nobody

hello its me back with another bop fic. this one is helena centric but its still got dinahelena bc im a hopeless romantic. also potential tw for nonexplicit suicidal thoughts

(also on ao3)

~

On a Tuesday in April, Dinah asks her what she remembers. About before. Dinah’s sitting on the couch, Helena on the floor in front of her, music playing softly around them. Helena feels her whole body pause, the brainless work of cleaning her crossbow momentarily forgotten. Nothing, she wants to say, but that would be a lie, and Dinah didn’t deserve to hear lies. 

She doesn’t say anything for a while. She knew at least five different languages but none of them could explain the feeling of trying to remember the day before the world ended and coming up blank. None of them gave her the words to tell her that before is hazy, that when she thinks of her childhood she thinks of an open field and a tiny classroom, of bruises and bandaids and arrows, of crayons and church bells and the piano. The time before barely existed, not with any clarity, with the exception of one day, one instant. The rest was just...

“Moments,” She answers, her eyes still on the weapon in front of her. “I remember moments.”

“Then tell me about after. If you can.” Helena wonders where the curiosity is coming from, what prompted it, but more than that, she wonders what it would be like to give voice to the memories living inside her head, to give them to someone else. To give them to her. 

She leans back and tells her what she remembers.

—

She remembers the drive. He carried her to his car, threw her into the trunk and waited until they were out of the city to move her into the back seat. She hadn’t had it in her to care where they were going. He told her anyway, said his family was in Sicily, that the men had been told to scatter so he had the perfect excuse to not come back. He told her that he knew a guy with a plane, that he could hide her in a bag and no one would ever know. He apologized at one point, and she didn’t know why, but it didn’t matter, none of it mattered. She never spoke, not once.

She fell asleep during the flight. It was the last night she slept peacefully.

— 

She remembers the first time she walked into Imelda’s house. It was a Sunday, her first Sunday. Day six. They walked a mile and a half, snuck past houses and parked cars, and she couldn’t hear the bells but she knew the service must have started because the streets she could see were completely empty. It was the only reason she was allowed out in the open, even though they were taking the long way, the path that was hidden behind trees and bushes. Everybody went to church; there was nobody left, except her. 

When they first knocked on the door, she’d taken one look at them and muttered a prayer of her own. She’d sent Helena into her makeshift classroom, equipped with one desk in the middle of the floor and an old piano against the wall. Imelda, she would soon learn, taught all the children who lived too far away for real school. She lived alone, her body weakened by age, her legs no longer strong enough to take her outside her own four walls. She held the respect of the whole community in the palm of her hands, the community that Helena would never get to be a part of. She was a secret keeper, Sal had said, could be trusted with something as dangerous as her. She held everyone’s secrets in her body, including her own. If she revealed anything at all, it was in fragments, never enough pieces to put together a whole picture. She’d fled some sort of persecution. She’d left a man at the altar at least three times. She’d been a grandmother, once; she wasn’t one anymore.

Helena didn’t know any of it that first Sunday, just knew she was handed crayons and paper, left behind while the adults fought in Sicilian. She ignored them. Staring at the paper in front of her, she reached for her imagination but couldn’t find it. When she closed her eyes she only saw one thing, so she drew it.

She’d never taken art lessons. Mama had been obsessed with lessons, made sure she never had a free moment. Horseback riding, archery, piano, fencing, ice skating, anything and everything so long as it taught her how to be proper and showed their wealth. Most importantly, she did everything alone; the Bertinelli’s didn’t join teams.

She was almost done when she heard it. You’ll ruin her, more than she already is. The words cut right through the wall between them, through her mind’s blockades. She stared at the door behind her. Was she ruined? Would she know it if she was? What happened to the people who were ruined?

She turned back, tried to ignore them. She stared at the piano. She’d been taking those lessons since before she could remember. It was distinguished, the piano, and her mother had insisted that the Bertinelli women be distinguished.

She wandered over to it without meaning to, let her hands brush gently across the keys. Her piano had been grand, took up an entire room. It’s music echoed across the house when she played. It was nothing like this: small, brown, and breaking. She knew if she pressed any of the keys, they would ring out of tune, but she sat down anyway. When she closed her eyes, she didn’t hear the yelling anymore, didn’t see the four men with guns and cigars. She saw sheet music. Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. A simplified version, of course, but still an impressive piece for someone her age, according to her teacher. That had been her favorite word, all she’d strived to be: impressive. 

She started to play without meaning to. She’d committed the piece to memory, had planned on playing it at her recital. It was two weeks away. She almost hesitated when she realized she’d no longer be in attendance, but a true pianist never faltered, never stopped until the piece was over. So she played on, through the repeats and the second endings, the Dal Segno and the Coda. 

She let the last chord echo, gave it more length than it deserved. Something told her to turn around and she did, saw Sal and Luca and Imelda standing behind the desk. Watching her. Imelda put something down, and Helena realized it was her drawing. She suddenly knew that she didn’t want anyone else to see it, but before she could lunge for it, Imelda walked over, put her hand on her shoulder. The pressure felt so familiar that she didn’t move, not even to breathe, as Imelda brought her other hand to her chin, pushed it up just enough for Helena to meet her eyes. There was something both strong and soft in them. She didn’t want to look away.

Imelda knew English, knew more languages than she’d ever let on, but she said the words in Sicilian: How would you like to learn something new?

—

She remembers that she used to scream at night. When it happened, after it happened, she’d been forced into silence — by circumstance, but also by her body. The shots had swallowed the noise in her home and her voice had gone with it, but in dreams she could scream. In dreams she could beg and cry and none of it mattered, because in dreams she was given a voice and cursed with the knowledge that no one would ever hear her. 

Except Sal heard her. Luca heard her. And they made sure nobody else ever would. An assassin who couldn’t dream quietly would never go undetected. So she learned her first lesson in the form of scars that still decorated her body. She was told it would not be her last.

—

She remembers her father’s hands. They were bigger than hers, scarred and wrinkled and dripping in blood she couldn’t see. But she knew it was there. He had his own lessons to give her, and even then she knew her classmates wouldn’t be learning what she was. It had made her proud. She walked into class every day with her head held high. She knew more than they did, a fact that made it easier when nobody talked to her. At recess she’d sit alone and tell herself she didn’t need friends, not when she knew which body parts could be amputated without the risk of immediate death. Or the names of every crime family in Gotham, including each branch on every family tree. Or the best way to wash money without drawing attention from the GCPD, however pathetic they might be. She clung to them, her lessons, because they were hers and no one else’s. And they would make her stronger than everyone one day.

—

She remembers the first time she felt the rage.

The fucking bow and arrow. They’d mocked her relentlessly. It had taken a year for them to trust her with weapons sharper than blunt swords and boxing gloves. They’d brought her outside one day, laid them all out on a table and told her to choose. She’d learn how to use all of them, but she would have a primary, one to rely on more than the others. They wouldn’t have her become a jack of all trades and a master of none. 

Instinct and ego had led her to the bow and arrow. It was familiar. She could impress them with it, show she wasn’t a child anymore, despite what her age might say. Put Mama’s lessons to good use.

They’d laughed in her face. Called the weapon a play thing for beginners, for children. She thought that her little archery and fencing lessons made her a fighter? A true assassin used a weapon that could be reloaded without needing both hands, without wasting so much time. A true assassin didn’t follow rules or honor codes or fight without the intention to kill. She tried to put it back but they wouldn’t let her, told her she’d have to live with her choice until she could be trusted with a weapon for adults.

It was something about the way they laughed. More than their words, she heard their laughter, and it was familiar but she couldn’t place it, just knew that as the sound grew the world turned red around her. She didn’t remember turning her hands into fists, didn’t remember charging, until suddenly she was on the ground. Luca had her pinned in an instant, held her there, her face against the dirt, until she stopped thrashing. When the red faded, when she could exhale without her breath catching, he moved, let her pull herself off the ground. She knew he lectured her, but all she remembered was staring at her palms. Four bloody crescents covered each hand, a physical reminder of her rage, of her strength. She never wanted them to fade.

—

She remembers learning about silence. 

It only took ten more outbursts before they decided they needed to do something about it. She didn’t know how to describe the anger — it came out of nowhere, and it never let her go. 

The scariest part was that she liked it. The rage. The fire in her gut, burning brighter than the sun above her. It was the only time she felt anything anymore. And it was so much easier than whatever else she used to feel before her life had ended, when she’d been forced to be composed and feel the right things at the right time and never show it too much. She didn’t know the rules but everyone had expected her to, so every day as a Bertinelli heiress had been a test that she couldn’t study for, a test she was bound to fail. It had been exhausting, but this? This anger? This was simple. Clear. Exhilarating in a way that nothing else was. 

If it hadn’t impacted her ability to fight, Sal and Luca probably would have left it alone, but after she’d snapped her third bow in half, they’d been forced to confront it. They brought her into a dark room one day, in the basement that she would never admit freaked her out. They made her sit on the floor, told her to close her eyes, asked her what she saw. Nothing, she told them. They told her to embrace that nothingness, to let it surround her, to let it become her. She was nothing. She wasn’t angry because she wasn’t anything. She couldn’t yell because she didn’t have a voice. She couldn’t fight because she didn’t have fists. She was nothing. 

Every time she got angry, they repeated the same thing, brought her to the same room, until eventually they could do it out in the open. She’d get frustrated, start to lash out, and Sal would yell.

What are you?

Nothing.

Where are you?

Nowhere.

Who are you?

Nobody.

Again and again and again, until her breathing calmed, until she didn’t need to respond, until she didn’t need them to ask. The rage never went away but she could fight it without saying a word, could find her way back to calm. She knew she’d learned her lesson when she spent most days calm rather than angry, but she still clung to the words. At night, when she woke up to screaming in her head and silence around her, she would lie still and remind herself: nothing, nowhere, nobody.

—

She remembers when she first picked her name. 

She’d been distracted. She was sixteen and had finally graduated to a crossbow. It was mechanical and precise, fit her in a way the childish bow never had. Her movements weren’t fluid enough yet, but after her first training session Luca had nodded his approval, and it was all she needed to know that this was it for her. She remembered almost wanting to smile as she finished the course they’d set up, until he patted her on the back and said you train with this and you’ll kill men with ease one day.

She hadn’t reacted, not visibly, but the words sat with her all throughout the rest of the night, into the morning when she snuck over to Imelda’s for lessons. She’d been coming once a week for years, learning the less physical necessities: languages and history and math. She’d also, upon Imelda’s request, continued to practice piano, but only for her, only at the end of the day. Imelda told her it would teach discipline and focus, but Helena knew she just missed the music.

Today’s lessons were all in Manderin, which meant that her lack of focus was as obvious as the bruises on her body and the scars on her arms. She stared at the characters in front of her but all she heard was Luca: You’ll kill men with ease. You’ll kill men with ease. You’ll kill men with ease. 

She’d always known that one day she would take lives. Even before, it was she who was set up to inherit the family business. Her father had hid some of the details from her but she knew what came with that title, what would be necessary to show her strength and keep their power. What he did behind closed doors.

But it had always been far off. A future so distant it wasn’t fully imaginable. It stayed that way as she trained, as she hung up her drawing and made a promise of vengeance to the ghosts she could feel lurking in her shadows. The bow and arrow, the strength training, the endurance, it had all felt separate from the mission that drove her. But now, with a new weapon in her hand and approval in his eye, it wasn’t just an idea anymore. It was a reality that hadn’t materialized yet, but one that was on its way, faster than she could control. And she wasn’t sure if she was ready for it. 

The smack of a ruler on her knuckles knocked her back into the moment, and she looked up to see Imelda’s eyes on her, stern and unforgiving. “Where are you?” 

Nowhere. “Here.”

Imelda shook her head, then moved the ruler to Helena’s temple. “No. You are lost in there.”

Helena didn’t say anything. She hoped Imelda would drop it, but she just sat down on the piano bench behind her, turned so her back was facing Helena. She watched as she gingerly traced her fingers over the keys, her delicate touch so unlike anything Helena had seen from her.

“You cannot play for me if you’re lost.” She turned toward her, and she’d been taught not to give voice to the thoughts in her head, but she’d also been taught to never refuse an order from her. The latter rule won.

“Do you think I can do it?” She asked, and as the words came out she felt the sting of the ruler on her knuckles again.

“Did I say you could speak English?”

Helena bit back the pain, and asked again in Manderin: “When the time comes, do you think I can kill them?”

She sighed, shook her head, and Helena had the overwhelming feeling that she’d done something wrong. She used to get it all the time before, but it had seemingly disappeared when she’d shown up in Sicily. Now the familiar restlessness was back, and she didn’t know what to make of it. 

“Only you can answer that, Lena.” The Italian accent on her name felt unnatural when the rest of the sentence was in Manderin. Like it didn’t belong in the sentence. Like she didn’t belong.

She looked down. “Helena Bertinelli was always supposed to be a killer. But what if she isn’t?”

Imelda was silent for fifty-five seconds. Helena counted them one by one. Finally, she said, “Your father. He killed many people.”

She didn’t technically know if that was true, not really, but she nodded.

“Yes. But you didn’t know the killer. He’s not the man who came home every night. You knew the father, no?” She nodded. She forced any thought of before out of her mind. She didn’t want to remember. Remembering made her angry. Imelda had witnessed her rage once and made it very clear that it had no place in her home. “So your father, and the head of your family, they were two different people.”

“But they weren’t. Both were my father.”

“What did you call him?”

She didn’t want to remember she didn’t want to remember she didn’t want—

“It wasn’t what his enemies called him, was it?”

Helena shook her head. 

“So there you go.” She looked at her, confused, and Imelda had only just begun teaching her how to read emotions but her exasperation was obvious. “Child, you think I was born with this name? You become the person you need to be. Whether they live, they die, that’s your choice. But if Helena Bertinelli isn’t a killer, and you need someone dead,” she shrugged. “Then become someone who is.”

She said it like it was simple. Helena wondered if maybe it was. 

Two weeks later, Imelda taught her about the gods and goddesses. Roman and Greek. She’d thought the lesson would be useless, until she got to Diana. Otherwise known as Artemis. Otherwise known as the Goddess of the Hunt, of the moon. She hunted with a bow and arrow, protected women and children. Diana was Artemis and yet she was not. She had become what history made her. She contained multitudes of power and personalities, and as Imelda spoke, Helena knew that she wouldn't be the one training, wouldn’t be the one pulling the trigger when the time came.

She had stopped believing in God while she laid underneath the dead weight of her mother, but that night she closed her eyes and prayed, not to a man in the sky but to the woman she would become: the Huntress.

—

She remembers turning eighteen. It was supposed to be the day she inherited everything; instead, it was entirely uneventful. 

—

She remembers being alone. They trained her, fed her, but once she got older, she didn’t need them babysitting her anymore. So they didn’t. She’d spar with them, and they’d watch her train, give her pointers and lessons that never ended, but they disappeared during the time in between. When she was a kid, they only did that at night, but now she had hours during the day unscheduled, and she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Mostly, she did push-ups. She practiced meditation, found ways to truly live in silence. To thrive in it. Voices that used to fill her head had been buried so deep they rarely stuck their necks out for air anymore. She could sit in her room, outside, for hours. She knew this was another form of training, that it was preparation for the time she’d spend waiting once she returned to Gotham, but she also knew that they only taught her this lesson because they knew they could. They only left her because they trusted her. She used the phrase sometimes as a reminder, as protection from any feelings that might try and latch on to the empty space. She was fine with being alone. She liked being alone. She could handle being alone. Nothing, nowhere, nobody. 

At night the mantras didn’t work. The faces she tried to hide from followed her everywhere, but at least she could survive in the daylight, when her shadows were on the ground behind her and not hidden in the darkness of her mind. They blended in too well in there, snuck up on her in a way they rarely did when she was awake. And if she never screamed, if she never gave them a voice, they couldn’t follow her after she opened her eyes.

She wondered if this was peace.

—

She couldn’t remember his voice anymore. Pino. In all her dreams he never spoke, and the silence was worse than anything he might have said.

—

She remembers the day before she returned to Gotham. 

She went through the course again, but it was more of a formality than anything — she could hit anything they threw at her, take them down with or without her bow. She knew how long she’d been waiting, but until the last day, she hadn’t truly felt it. For fifteen years every week had been exactly like the week before. Any changes were so small they quickly became normal. The difference between childhood and adulthood hardly existed, the passage of time rarely worth recognizing. Except now she had to, because she was getting on a plane at nine in the morning and she wasn’t coming back.

She sat with Sal and Luca at dinner, anticipation gnawing away at her appetite. They’d told her what they could: which motel would be the best place to go, the intel they’d received over the years on the four men. But they could only do so much. Once she landed, she knew she’d be on her own. 

She waited until midnight to go visit her. She knew how to get there undetected, but as she left their house she realized she wasn’t afraid of being spotted. For the first time she walked the long way, passed houses and shops, and the streets were still empty but at least she didn’t feel like she was hiding anymore. 

She knew she’d be awake, but she knocked anyway. She heard muffled yelling, took it as an invitation. Helena found her on her couch, radio on and crackling softly from the table. She watched TV sometimes, old reruns of movies from before Helena was born, movies Imelda told her were bad but in a good way, but not tonight. Tonight was for music.

“What language?” She asked, the way she’d begun almost every lesson since she’d first started coming to her. 

“Sicilian. My favorite tongue for your last night,” she paused, before adding, “I assume that’s why you’re here.”

Helena just nodded. Imelda didn’t say anything, just patted the couch next to her. She’d never been an affectionate woman, but neither had Helena, and she found that moments like this, sitting in almost silence, were enough for both of them.

“You have a plan?” Helena looked at her, and she tried to hide her offense but she must not have succeeded, because Imelda laughed. “Relax, child. I meant for after. For when you’re done.”

She shook her head. She didn’t want to lie to her, but technically she didn’t have one yet, not really. Nothing concrete. Just an idea. But it didn’t matter; she couldn’t afford to be distracted, to think about anything other than four men getting arrows through their throats. “I’ll figure it out when I get there, I suppose.”

Imelda just made a noise. Helena couldn’t figure out if it was in approval or disapproval, but before she could ponder over it, she felt a hand on her arm. “Go play for me before you go.”

Helena got up, wordlessly made her way around the corner to the classroom, to the piano. She sat down, started playing without thinking. Sheet music was sparse, so her repertoire wasn’t expansive, hadn’t been updated in the past couple years, but she knew Imelda didn’t mind. 

As she reached the end, she wondered whether she’d ever play again. The thought made her hesitate, but she pushed through to the last chord. She sat on the old bench, could feel it shaking underneath her, but years of coming here meant she knew where to sit to stay balanced. She knew which keys stuck, knew that nothing ever sounded the way it was supposed to but she’d grown to appreciate the sound this piano made, the familiar way each chord rang out of tune. 

She felt eyes on her, and she turned to find Imelda standing behind the desk. She was well into her eighties now, legs still shaky, but she was strong in all the ways that mattered, in all the ways Helena wasn’t. 

“I won’t tell you not to do it,” she said. “But when it’s all over, remember that your hands can create as easily as they can destroy. Huntress doesn’t need to kill Helena to get the job done.”

Helena didn’t say anything. She wondered how she knew the inklings of the plan she’d been formulating. She wondered if this was what she’d meant all those years ago when she’d spoken or ruin, if Helena was well on her way to fulfilling a prophecy she was never meant to hear.

She didn’t stay much longer than that. Part of her wanted to say goodbye, knew that she wouldn’t come back, but neither of them were sentimental. She hoped the music spoke enough for her, hoped it was another language Imelda could understand.

—

When she finishes talking, Dinah doesn’t say anything. Minutes pass, the only noise coming from the radio playing faintly in the background. She thought she’d feel more uncomfortable, but she was surprised by the calm that had come over her in the beginning, the calm that never left. 

“Can you tell me about that day?” Dinah asks, and Helena must react because she quickly adds, “You don’t have to. I just...I worry about you holding it all inside. Memories like that will eat you alive if you let them.”

Helena nods. Dinah’s sitting on the floor with her now, so close their knees brush against one another. She’s told her about before and after, so she doesn’t know what she’s afraid of, but she knows her chest feels tight and her palms are starting to sweat.

“I remember the car ride home. He was teaching me Sicilian. He’d give me a group of words to learn on the way to wherever I was going and quiz me on the way home. That day I got every one of them right. I walked into the house feeling proud.”

“Did he know?” Her voice is hesitant, like she’s scared to say anything at all, and Helena wonders what it means that they’re both afraid of her, of her past. Of saying the quiet parts out loud.

She gives her the truth. “I’m not sure. He never told me, and I never asked.”

She nods, and Helena swears Dinah has more she’s going to say but she doesn’t, just looks back at her. It takes her a minute to realize she’s waiting. It takes her another minute to realize that she doesn’t want to stop talking.

“I didn’t know that they’d been waiting for me until after. I don’t know when the men came, how long my family stared into the barrels of the guns before I got there. How long they had to wait to die. All I know is they didn’t waste any time once I got home.”

She feels Dinah’s eyes on her, but she doesn’t see their apartment anymore. She’s only vaguely aware that words are still coming out of her mouth.

“I stopped feeling when the silence came. I’d never...before that, I knew I wasn’t...I was always like this. The way I am. But I used to try and pretend, and after that, it was like a switch went off. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t anymore.”

“How long did it take? To get you out of there?”

Long enough to feel Mama get cold above her. 

Long enough for the blood that wasn’t hers to dry on her face. 

Long enough to realize Pino wasn’t going to get his car back. 

“Too long.”

She could feel a hand on hers, and it was as if the words were drawn to it, as if Dinah physically pulled them out of her. Her touch gave her bravery she didn’t feel, strength she didn’t have. 

“I remember praying to God to kill me. I didn’t want to be left alone. I remember trying to move, to let them know I was alive so they could shoot me and be done with it, but I couldn’t. I was pinned down. If my mother hadn’t fallen on top of me, if I’d been a little stronger…”

Dinah’s body shifts and suddenly there’s hands around her waist, a head resting on her shoulder, and she thinks that she never wants her to let go. 

“She saved you,” Dinah says after a minute. 

“So did you.” She shifts, looks up at her, and Helena knows she has one more confession to make, and for the first time she’s not afraid of the words. “I told you I didn’t have a plan for after. For when I finished. But that wasn’t entirely true. I didn’t have a plan because…” she swallows, and she wants to look away but Dinah’s eyes are magnetic and she isn’t strong enough to break the connection, not until the words come out. “I didn’t have a plan because I knew I wouldn’t need one. Because my list had five names, not four.”

She turns forward, stares at a spot on the wall. One, two, three, four, five seconds before Dinah stops breathing, before Helena knows she’s understood. Six, seven seconds before the arms around her waist squeeze, and Helena wonders if she’s supposed to be crying now, but she isn’t. Dinah is. A part of her hates that she’s the reason for it. Dinah’s head shifts onto her chest, and she can feel her tears making their way onto her shirt, knows there’ll be a spot there when she leaves, but she doesn’t stop her. Her arms are pinned to her body underneath Dinah’s embrace, but she has enough room to move her hands up to her arm, to hold it. The position is a little awkward and a little uncomfortable but so is she, and she knows Dinah doesn’t mind. 

She stops counting the seconds, so she doesn’t know how long it takes before Dinah’s tears slow down. Even when they do, she doesn’t move, keeps her head on Helena’s chest, right over her heart. 

“What do you mean,” Dinah finally asks, “when you say I saved you? What did I do to make you change your mind?”

Helena shrugs. “I don’t know. It was more of a feeling. That morning, in the restaurant. You were nice to me. I didn’t understand why. All I knew was I liked the way it felt when you smiled at me. When you and Renee started making plans for after, I realized I didn’t want to go. Not yet.”

Dinah keeps her head on her chest, and Helena knows the position can’t be comfortable but she doesn’t look like she wants to move anytime soon. She’s not looking at her anymore but Helena doesn’t mind. Dina’s holding her like she’d float away if she let go, and she wants to tell her she won’t, that she’s here and not going anywhere. She’s her anchor, in more ways than one.

To no surprise, Dinah’s the one to break the silence. “Thank God for margaritas and Mexican food, then.”

Helena knows she’s joking but she can’t stop herself from correcting her. “No. Thank god for you, Dinah Lance.”

Dinah nuzzles into her chest and she finally pulls her arm free, places it around Dinah’s body. They fit together, even with all her missing pieces, and she thinks she would have talked about everything ages ago if she knew it could feel like this. Like coming home. 

They stay like that, wrapped up in each other, for long enough that the radio passes through three commercial breaks. At the beginning of the fourth, Dinah shifts her weight, just enough to get her attention. 

“If I buy you a piano, will you play for me?”

Helena smirks. “Do you know how expensive pianos are?”

“Fine,” she says, and Helena can’t see her face but she can hear the smile in her voice. “If I borrow from the Bertinelli fortune and buy you a piano with your own money, will you play for me?”

She nods, and part of her is glad that Dinah can’t see her face clearly because she knows she’s smiling so big her teeth are almost showing, and something about that embarrasses her, more than anything she’d said before. She can’t help it: the thought of making music, of playing again and having Dinah listen, having her sing along with her, is enough to make her giddy. She makes a note to look for pianos today, although she isn’t sure if she wants a cheap one or not. Part of her can’t imagine playing in tune again, but Dinah doesn’t deserve to listen to cheap music. She deserves the best. So she thinks maybe she’ll buy another baby grand, and maybe she’ll spend her nights in front of the keys, the moonlight shining like a spotlight on the two of them, her hands finally remembering how to create.

#as always im always here for ur validation #and i'll take prompts if u have some #i have 3 wips but 2 of them are aus and i havent done those before #so they're taking forever #birds of prey #bop #dinah x helena #helena bertinelli #dinah lance #fanfic #aoe #TFLAO3 #posting always makes me so self conscious which is so dumb lol can anyone else relate

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Fake Dating

AN/Yall know the drill. Caffeine, sugar, no sleep, binge writing session with no edits. That said if anyone catches a mistake please let me know Todoroki’s got a little away from me (def. was not 2 pages worth of google docs nope not me wrong writer) Enjoy!

Characters: Deku, Bakugou, Kaminari, Shinsou, Todoroki

Word Count: 2520

Warnings: Mentions harassment

Deku

Mineta wasn’t the only creep on campus and you were Class 1-E’s lucky lady as he called you thinking he was God’s gift to women

After 2 weeks of annoying you everyday after class was enough

You’d complained to Deku and Uraka about it before so he was well aware of the jerk

When he approached you at lunch you couldn’t take it anymore

The moment he left you’d plopped your forehead onto Deku’s shoulder and asked Deku to help you out offering to buy him lunch for the week in return

He wasn’t sure how he could - he knew he couldn’t intimidate the guy like Kirishima or Bakugou so he wasn’t sure what you wanted

When you explained he’d gone pink but agreed

Since then he’d held your hand, helped you study, and called you honey and sweets when the creep was in earshot

It took the jerk a while to realize you weren’t interested for some reason when he did though Deku kept up all the sweet gestures

You told him a week after the last encounter with the creep that he could stop

He’d just murmured (thinking you couldn’t here) “I don’t want to”

You’d given him a kiss on the check and realizing you’d heard he’d launched into one of his patented spiels saying of course if you weren’t interested, and he still was focused on becoming the number 1 hero, and and and

You’d wait for him to finish and look up at from the floor before giving him a smile and asking where he wanted to go on your first official date

Bakugou

It was his idea believe it or not. You both were good friends and after his internship he had several dedicates “fans” They’d gone so far as to track him down and asked him out incessantly

The first time he’d scoffed and told them to get loss with his usual tact, that is to say none

After that when they’d followed him everyday from the gates of UA he’d blown up at them, literally

Most of them were properly scared off by this or at least more reserved 1 girl just couldn’t take a hint

You and Bakugou had been sent to get snacks for movie night later and SHE was as always waiting on Bakugou

He’d groaned seeing her and whispered in you ear to play along

Snaked his arms dangerously low around your waist, pulled you close

He purposefully didn’t look at her pretending he hadn’t already seen her

When you were out of the gates he spun you around and trapped you against the wall leaning in to whisper to you thanking you for playing along he asked if he could kiss you

You grabbed his face and pulled it towards your own

When you broke apart he smirked then pretended to take notice of the girl telling her off for spying on him and his girlfriend

You walked up behind him as he yelled at the girl and glared daggers at her

She wasn’t happy about it but between both your threats she finally backed off (though she would occasionally pop up at public UA events)

You were always with the Bakusquad so it was an easy matter to plant a kiss on his check and motion you were watching her in case she felt like trying anything

Neither of you were ready for or wanted a real relationship so that was as far as it went in high school but you keep in contact and who knows what the future holds

It did become a running joke how you two were such a lovey dovey couple in between the cursing each other out and harder than necessary slugs to the shoulder

Kaminari

You two flirted like there was no tomorrow

Eventually everyone assumed you were dating bc who else flirts with every breath

One night you were running late and Kirishima had asked Denki “Where’s your girlfriend”

It took him a second bc as much as you both flirted it was never serious

You’d popped in not a minute later and Kaminari had thrown his arm around you dramatically declaring “MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND IS HERE” for everyone to here

You looked at him quizzically and snorted

He managed to pull you away from the group and convince you it’d be a great joke to see how long you could convince the gang you were dating and how much drama you could create in your fake “relationship”

You were plotting soap opera level storylines by the end of the night

After a week of scheming and late night writing session you started your personal drama with a dramatic monologue to the girls before class on how Kaminari had forgotten your so important 1 week-aversy 

They’d consoled you and told you guys care about stuff but if you did you should talk to Kaminari

By lunch everyone had heard and Bakugou had a betting pool on how long the happy couple would last - Kaminari tried to join but was banned

Week 3 had the suspected cheating scandal - that had earned you a lecture from Kirishima on how it wasn’t manly to cheat and you assuring him nothing had actually happened

By week 5 the two of you had a regular date scheming night

During week 6 when Kirishima was “buzzed” after overusing his quirk he confessed to loving your (nonexistent) identical twin who conveniently went to another school and you had never spoken of bc she had stolen you last boyfriend

Towards the end of the term during date night Denki dropped to one knee proposing a proposal story line you’d burst out laughing when he grabbed a slap bracelet (He’d gotten from goodness knows where) and slapped it onto your wrist

At least take me on a real date first you’d joked - then frozen hoping he hadn’t heard

He had. He took the slap bracelet off, still on one knee and said (Y/N) will you take this slap bracelet and go out with me for realizes I mean

You’d ceremoniously take the slap bracelet and try to carefully put it on your wrist, treasuring it - slap bracelets can’t be gently moved though so it snapped up immediately as you said “I do”

Shinsou

It wasn’t planned by either of you

You didn’t even know people though you were dating until a picture of the two of you showed up in the schools gossip column and someone pointed it out to you at lunch

Shinsou just nodded his head and sighed saying “that makes sense”

You had no idea what he was going on about - you found out that people had been kinder to him this morning some. Guys approached him about his “game” and some girl had talked to him saying if he was with you he couldn’t be as scary as he seemed

You to were close and you knew how much it hurt him that people were scared of him bc of his quirk

You were sitting so you leaned over and gave him a side hug promising him it would be okay

That hug went down the grapevine and “confirmed” your relationship

By the time someone directly asked you about Shinsou the two of you had talked and agreed to let slide neither of you liked anyone and it was helping Shinsou so where was the harm

You didn’t go out of your way to appear as a couple but you were friendly and people were prone to misinterpretation

Shinsou certainly wasn’t a social butterfly but he certainly wasn’t seen as scary and his friend group grew

2 months into your “relationship” Shinsou had a girl confess to him she liked him

He was taken aback she hadn’t talked to him the entirety of last term and suddenly she liked him

She had been scared of him unlike you. Unlike you, something clicked for Shinsou and the rest of the week he found himself comparing other girls to you and realized he may truly be in love with you

By the time he came round to that realization you had made your own. Maybe people had thought you two were a couple bc you hung out with him more, hugged him more, smiled at him more, and liked him more and differently than your other friends. You  maybe even loved him

At lunch he was the one who reached out and touched you, lightly settling his hand on yours and asking if you wanted to be more than a rumor

Todoroki

Can we say emotional trauma

In literature class there’d been a project to perform a Kyogen as a part of their classic lit unit - you’d loved it even if you’d been graded more on the accompanying essay of the evolution of language and classism than the performance part

When you saw there was a school play you hasn’t hesitated to audition bc the kyogen performance had been so fun

You hadn’t gotten the lead role you wanted but you were more than fine playing a the female lead’s best friend who got swept off her feet by the quiet tortured poet

As soon as you saw who you’d been cast as you immediately checked who your love interest was. It was none other than Shoto Todoroki

You were really nervous the first rehearsal that focused on your sections

You knew Todoroki only by reputation, as a aloof and focused student

You had no clue what he was doing in the play so you asked. He didn’t tell you the first day instead just did a read through

The entire time the drama teacher kept saying “More Emotion” and “You’re in love so SMILE” you were pretty sure it was directed at Todoroki who was barely beyond monotone

The director requested Todoroki stay after rehearsal for extra practice. As his scene partner you stayed too

During on of these he explained during the kyogen project he’d felt different in his everyday life when he was pretending to be happy or angry compared to when he tried to show no emotion

The director had called that moment a breakthrough. You smiled at him and asked whatever made him think that showing no emotion was in any way a good idea. He didn’t answer you

You made it your mission from then on to get him to show emotion. Of course that was the director’s job on stage. You made it your mission everyday though.

You would have friends pass him notes for you in between classes, eat lunch with him, and had a bad joke of the day hoping to catch him roll his eyes rather than just stare ahead eating robotically

Eventually he started to show cracks in the armour, he would smile when you made funny faces backstage, or say he was upset which wasn’t much but baby steps

There were days he reverted to mono-emotionalism (that emotion being bored) on those days you eventually decided your best course was just to annoy him to death or even better till he said he was annoyed this came in the form of you lightly hitting you arm on his head, singing the 100 digits of pi song on loop, or running and jumping at him (he would always catch you knowing his choices were that or be bowled over)

Those days became fewer and further between as you got closer to the play. There was one particular bad day though. You’d been trying all day to get a reaction, good or bad, out of him with nothing working.

He was sitting on the floor during practice. You dropped beside him and leaned back till your head was in his lap and started asking “What’s up with you?”

You didn’t finish your question bc he shoved you out of his lap and stormed off

Your scenes that day weren’t great to say the least

By the end of practice you were just drained, you really were trying to help, and instead you’d hurt him and that hurt as much as him pushing you away and saying he didn’t need you

The next day you had Deku hand him a note saying you were sorry

You didn’t try to reach out to him the rest of the day, sat with your own friends at lunch, and didn’t bother him between scenes during practice

It was a week before you two spoke and that was only on the blocking of the last scene the leads ran to each other as you two cheered and hugged

Tech week was hell week for 2 reasons 1. The general tiredness and overwhelmingness that always come with tech and 2 you were practically glued to Todoroki’s hip the entire play for 3 run throughs a day and you still weren’t really speaking

Opening night you saw Todoroki pacing half an hour before curtain call. You were headed back to the dressing room to help some of the other girls with their makeup but he looked stressed.

You waved not wanting to startle him. He looked up from his pacing feet and just stared at you

“I’m not here to annoy you. You just look stressed and I wanted to say it’ll be fine and um break a leg. Anyway I’ll leave you to your pacing.” You said before starting to leave

He doesn’t move to stop you from leaving but he stares you down and starts talking, spewing all the feelings that have been building up (that he doesn’t understand) He’s nervous around you. Why is he nervous around you? He’s mad at himself for making you sad that day. You didn’t talk to him. He didn’t know what to do so he let you not talk to him. His miserable and he misses you he thinks. He tried talking to Deku but Deku just told him that he needed to talk to you about these feelings so he didn’t say anything more to Deku. He has all these feeling and doesn’t know why?

You walk towards him and ask if it’s okay to hug him

He gives the smallest nod

You wrap him in the tightest hug you possibly can and lean your head into his chest. He eventually rests his head on top of yours and awkwardly wraps his hands around your back

When you pull away he looks at you for a moment before telling you your makeup looks nice

You have to run to help the girls with their makeup you remember but make him promise to talk after the show

You two talk and by the final curtain call your on stage hug has somehow become a chaste peck on the cheek.

He pays for your post set strike theater crew Denny’s meal with Endeavour’s stolen credit card and asks if it counts as a date if there are 20 other people with you

#mha #bnha #mha x reader #todoroki x reader #shinsou x reader #denki x reader #kaminaria x reader #deku x reader #bakugou x reader

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A Lineage Drawn True (Ch. Two)

i broke my hand after editing this chapter so uh. itll be a bit before the next chapter! mainly bc it hurts to do more than basic typing, whoops. sorry for the inconvenience yall.

Though it felt like much longer, only a few weeks had passed since Eclipsa’s first meeting with Moon. Weeks of nearly tearing out her hair, of fighting with her over what they should do, of trying to find the right way, one that made them both happy. Weeks of yelling, of negotiating, of fighting over little details, of scrambling to try to make the other happy while each holding their own point strong. She hated every moment of it, but struggled to find a solution, knowing that every moment that dragged on left monsters behind, left her husband in the crystal, and she was growing desperate for a way to make this work. For something that Moon and her would both agree on.

With her plans spread before her on her desk, her head in her hands, Eclipsa could do nothing more than let out a distressed groan, biting back the urge to chew on her lip. Nothing was working. Nothing made Moon happy. She was still so broken up about monsters, still so distraught about what happened in the past, that Eclipsa was finding herself running on fumes. Everything that she suggested, Moon fought against. As far as Moon was concerned, monsters were too dangerous to be near mewmans, despite whatever Eclipsa tried to say to the contrary, and she was stretched thin.

It reminded her too much of her mother, too much of the fights they’d had during the time her mother had been alive, and she was at her wit’s end. She stood with a small- barely audible even in the empty room- huff, running a hand through her hair, and took another look over the different treaties she had tried to make with Moon. They had to find a way for both of them to still rule, to work together for their future, but no matter what she tried, no matter how hard she tried to work with the other’s hatred and disgust of monsters- and what seemed to be herself, though she tried not to let that thought linger too long, for surely Moon didn’t really hate her- she was drawing nowhere. Her hands ghosted over the papers, spreading them apart to read the words she didn’t really need to see again, and just as she found her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, gnawing at the edge of the dry and cracked skin there, her bedroom door slammed open.

“Eclipsa!” Star’s voice startled her from her thoughts, just as much as the sound of the door slamming had, and she whirled around to face Star, seeing tears in her eyes and something bubbling under the surface. Something... awful. Downright dreadful. She could tell that something was wrong, just by the way Star’s body heaved, her shoulders shaking with barely repressed emotion, and for the moment, she dared to forget about Moon and the struggles they had together. This was more important, she was sure.

“Oh, darling, what is it? Is everything okay?” she asked, tilting her head to the side just so, only for Star to squeeze her eyes shut. She ran into Eclipsa nearly full force, throwing her arms out, and without a second thought, Eclipsa held her arms open, allowing Star to crash into her in a desperate hug that threatened to squeeze the life from her, and managed to force the air from her lungs with a small grunt. Without even really trying to get her breath back first, she hugged the other tight, knowing that Star needed comfort right then more than she needed reprimanding for running into her, and she was happy to give it. “Oh, dear… Tell me what’s wrong...”

She could feel the tears starting to soak into her shoulder, Star’s hands gripping onto the back of her dress with such force that, for just a moment, she was worried that Star would rip through the fabric. The thought was pushed away, for she knew she could fix the dress with ease if that happened to be the case, and she was sure that Star would make no move to do so on purpose, and instead focused on the choked noise that Star made, her body shaking as she forced out the words that seemed stuck in her throat. “Tom broke up with me!”

“Oh, Star... I’m so sorry,” she murmured, one hand moving to run her fingers through Star’s hair. She could feel her body shaking in her grip, her sobs slipping through in choked little noises that broke her heart, and she knew that the best she could do was simply to hold her close, giving her support that she knew the dear needed. For now, there was no other thoughts in her mind. Moon and the struggles with the kingdom were forgotten, replaced by the need to comfort Star. All she could think of was holding her close and doing her best to soothe the pain in her heart.

Breakups were hard, and she knew it had to be tearing Star apart inside, more than she was really showing right then. She wanted to do everything she could to soothe her, but right then, she knew that Star needed nothing more than comfort, gentle hugs and petting her hair being the best she could think to offer. There was nothing that came to mind she could say, nothing she could think to do, but to hold Star, and let her cry it out.

She wasn’t entirely sure how long they stayed like that, Star crying against her shoulder while she held her and did her best to comfort the poor dear. Eventually though, Star drew back, scrubbing at her eyes with the heel of her palm, desperate little hiccups leaving her throat that tore at Eclipsa’s heart, before she sniffled and pulled away. She wanted to pull her back into her arms, but instead watched her shoulders shake as she turned away, one arm hugging herself as she scrubbed at her eyes.

“I just don’t get it,” Star managed to choke out, and her thoughts were drawn to the tissues sitting by her bedside. She moved to get them, though her mind was still on Star, still listening to the heartbroken words that slipped free. “I love him, but he… He says that we aren’t gonna work out. Cause we’re going different places, and I’m too caught up with Marco to really care about him. But I do! I love him, and…”

“And?” she repeated, holding out the box of tissues to Star. She took one with a sniffle and a grateful smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, before Eclipsa sat down on her bed. She motioned for Star to join her, patting the edge of the comforter, and saw the hesitation brewing, ready to decline under the surface, before Star joined her, twisting the tissue in her hand. She seemed too scared to meet Eclipsa’s eyes then, her brows furrowing in deep thought, and Eclipsa sat the tissue box in her lap, more to give herself something to hold onto than anything, as she waited patiently for Star to continue.

“And…” Star started, then scowled, tearing the tissue in her grip. One hand moved to her eyes then, scrubbing against the corner of it, and as much as Eclipsa wanted to stop her, to tell her that it would only make her eyes hurt worse later, she said nothing, instead waiting for Star to continue. She didn’t want to interrupt, and stop her from talking about what was on her mind. Finally, Star’s hand returned to her lap, and with a shuddering gasp, she closed her eyes, fingers tearing at the tissue she held tight. “I love Marco too. I… I love them both. More than just… M-more than just friends. I want them both to be happy, a-and I… I want to love them both. D-does… Does that make me a bad person? I know I’m so selfish, but…”

“Oh, Star, no. You’re not a bad person.” Seeing the tears leaking through her tightly closed eyes, she pulled another tissue from the box and carefully wiped her cheeks. Her touch was soft and gentle, full of love and care for the younger girl, and she could feel Star subconsciously leaning into her touch, so desperate for loving and comforting contact as she was. For a moment, Eclipsa felt something akin to hatred build for Moon, for not being here for Star when she needed her most, but pushed it down hard, the tissue balling up in her hand. Now was not the time. “You can’t help who you love, you know. I’m proof of that.”

There was a small laugh that broke through the tears then, and Star gave a small nod, glancing to her with a heartbroken smile dancing across her lips. One that threatened to break into tears at any moment, but was enjoying her presence, enjoying her comfort. She gave a small smile in return, and glanced towards her window, seeing the lovely rose garden below. She thought of Globgor, the love of her life, trapped in the crystal, and thought then of Moon, the one that was struggling so hard against her, and how she was keeping her from having her family together again… She let her own eyes close, leaning back against one hand as the other gripped the tissue box, and an aching smile drew to her lips.

Despite herself, she couldn’t hate Moon. She didn’t have a bone in her body that was made for hatred, especially not towards one who had worked with her to discover what had happened to her daughter, who had helped her get her back. One who had let her have the throne, who was working with her, if only slightly, towards a future they could both appreciate… She thought of her face, thought of the smile Moon had, of her laugh, the feeling of her arms around her as they hugged, and found a warm blush drawing to her cheeks. Oh, no. Oh no. Did she… have a crush?

Her eyes shot open at the thought, and she saw Star glancing at her curiously, a brow quirked, but she gave a delicate cough, brushing the thoughts away, before Star could dare to ask questions. She cleared her throat, and looked towards her delicate rose garden down below. Now was not the time to dare think about… that as it were. She was supposed to be helping Star. The hand that had been gripping the tissue box slipped behind her, and she leaned back on her hands, propping herself up as she shifted to stare at the ceiling.

“You said you have feelings for both of them?” she asked, after a moment, feeling her blush start to fade. She saw Star nod from the corner of her eye, and let her eyes drift shut again, not daring to think about… What she had thought about before. Instead, she thought about Star, and about her boys. “Well… There’s nothing wrong with that. You aren’t greedy or selfish for loving more than one person. You’re just… You. An adorable, caring, and affectionate little dear that loves to help others and do what’s right. If you love these boys, and they love you, then what’s stopping you from pursuing both of them at once? As long as they’re willing, of course, there’s nothing wrong with it. And anyone who thinks otherwise? They don’t deserve to be in your life.”

Her eye cracked open and she glanced towards Star, seeing her stare at her lap. She was picking at the tissue again, tearing it to shreds, while a deep blush coated her cheeks, almost deep enough that her adorable little hearts were blending in with it. Thankfully, the tears were long gone, and Star at least seemed to be feeling better, a small smile dancing across her lips.

“Do you… Really mean that? All that you said about me?” Star dared to whisper after a moment, their eyes meeting for a moment, and Eclipsa could see something sparkling beneath the surface then. Pain, yes, but hope as well. Like she wasn’t sure if she should believe her, but she wanted to, if only because it would ease the ache in her own heart from the recent breakup that was still swimming in her mind.

“Of course!” she straightened up, and gave a small laugh, dropping the used tissue into her lap as she put a hand on Star’s shoulders, her own eyes sparkling with love and affection for the dear that had done so much for her. “Why would I lie to a sweet girl such as yourself? You’ve done so much to help me, Star. Do you think I’d gain anything by lying to you?”

“N-no… I guess not.” Star shifted to lean into her touch, and she moved a bit closer, allowing her head to fall against her shoulder as she wrapped an arm around her loosely. She heard Star’s breathing slowly even out, the tears replaced with deep thinking that seemed to ease the pain she had entered with. Together, they fell silent, Star leaning against her, and Eclipsa just holding her close. It didn’t really last long, for silence with Star never really seemed to, before she started to squirm. She sat up, balling the tissue shreds up in one hand, and glanced to the side. “I’m uh… I’m sorry, for barging in and distracting you from… Whatever you were doing when I came in.”

“Oh, that’s quite alright, dear. I needed a break anyways, and you needed help,” she said, a gentle laugh slipping free as she stood up carefully. She sat the tissue box back where it belonged, and smoothed out her dress, before throwing up the tissue she had used to wipe Star’s face away. Eclipsa gave Star a gentle smile, and Star tilted her head, her brow furrowed in thought. She had known her long enough to know that was never really good, but all the same, was one to encourage anything that Star wanted to do, as long as no one was hurt. A gentle tilt of her head, and Star glanced to her desk, taking in all of the papers spread across the surface.

“Wait… What are you working on?” Oh. She bit back a scowl, instead giving a small grimace as she stepped to the desk, and sighed as she shifted some of the top documents about. There wasn’t exactly a wonderful way to avoid the topic, and she knew that if she tried to change the subject, Star would just keep pressing on the issue. Not that she particularly liked avoiding the issues at hand, of course, but this was… Difficult, to say the least, and she didn’t want to drag poor Star into another fight between herself and her mother.

But what else was there to say? Trying to brush it off would only make Star press harder on the matter, and if she mentioned it being Moon, then she’d go straight to her mother to ask further questions… She sighed and glanced at Star from the corner of her eye, seeing her waiting for a response with an adorable quizzical expression on her face, and knew she just had to spit it out.

“Well, if you must know…” She hesitated, turning fully to face Star once again, and let out a sigh as she realised that dancing around it wouldn’t really work out any more than brushing it off would. “I’ve been working on a way to rule together with your mother, or at least make all the subjects happy, monsters and mewmans alike. It’s just not entirely fair to her to take back the throne since her family ruled for generations, even though mine is really the proper line, and I’m drawing a blank on the best way for things to proceed. We are, ah… Having trouble agreeing on that, as it were.”

There was a pause then, as the quizzical look slowly was replaced with a thoughtful one. She drew a hand to her chin, and Eclipsa leaned against the chair she had been sitting in before Star had arrived, while Star seemed to be thinking over things. She was content to let her think it over, and before she could think to tell Star it wasn’t her problem to worry about, it was almost like a light-bulb went off above her head, an excited squeal escaping her throat. She drew back in slight surprise, before Star rushed over, grabbing her hands and bouncing up and down.

“Oh! Oh! I know! I know what you can do!” Star squealed, bouncing up and down on the tips of her toes. Eclipsa felt slight fear bubbling up at her enthusiasm, especially knowing Star, but she simply gave her a small smile, wondering what in the world that could have Star so excited. Still, it couldn’t be worse than anything she had came up with, could it?

#svtfoe #star butterfly #eclipsa butterfly #stomco #starco #tomstar #moonclipsa #au snippets

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“Say It Again”

Hey I wrote another Shyland fic bc I’m actual trash! Enjoy <33

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16663552

Summary: In which Shane and Ryland say “I love you” many times before actually meaning it, and then they finally actually say it.

There had been so many times when Shane and Ryland both said “I love you,” before they actually meant it. Looking back on their old Bumble conversations when they first started talking, they had even teased of marriage. But that was just both of their personalities—bold and straight-forward, unafraid to speak their mind. Even now, a few months into their relationship, they’d joke of how they’re an old married couple while curled up in each other’s arms on the couch late at night with some sappy movie and snacks. They wouldn’t have it any other way.

The first time, Shane said it. He hadn’t even really said it, because it was over text. In preparation for one of their first dates, Shane had decided to text Ryland to get his opinion on where they went for dinner. It was only partially a test to see if Ryland was actually like Shane at all—after seeing those shirtless pictures on Bumble, Shane definitely had his doubts.

Shane: Soo, for dinner I’m thinking a couple things. We could try that new ritzy-looking place that just opened which will probably be packed and everyone will be there Ryland: Hmm, other option? Shane: Or we could go to that 24-7 diner I was telling you about—you know the one famous for their pies. Ryland: Def the diner, I need to see how good these pies really are Shane: A man after my own heart. God, I think I love you.

Shane couldn’t have been more thrilled about Ryland’s response. The two went on to have a fantastic evening at the diner, enjoying the twenty-five cent juke box on their table while they dipped fries in chocolate shakes. Multiples slices of pies were brought back to Shane’s for them to share on the couch in between kisses.

The first time Ryland said it, Shane had almost missed it entirely. He was a little preoccupied with far more important things to be paying attention to—like Ryland—more specifically, Ryland’s ass. Ryland was sprawled out on Shane’s bed, lying on his stomach. Shane lay behind him, his large hands spreading Ryland’s cheeks. His tongue flicked teasingly at Ryland’s hole, the agonizingly slow swirls of his tongue made Ryland shudder and curse under his breath. Music played in the background, but Shane couldn’t even tell you what it was. He had made a “sexy time” playlist a while ago just because sometimes music really helps with setting the mood. Ryland’s couldn’t help but push back against Shane pleadingly, needing more. Just as Shane brought a finger up to Ryland’s hole, the song changed. Ryland burst into laughter, his body shaking uncontrollably. “Are you kidding me?” Ryland asked between laughs. “What?” Shane propped up onto his knees, tilting his head at his boyfriend like a confused puppy—hair all ruffled and even a little pout planted on his face. “Britney Spears is seriously in your ‘sexy time’ playlist? And really? Baby One More Time?” Shane let out a laugh of his own as Britney just started on the chorus. He creeped up closer to Ryland, straddling the back of his thighs. Just as Britney sang “Hit me baby one more time,” Shane gave a playful spank to Ryland’s ass, making the other man let out a soft yelp. “Is that a bad thing that Britney’s included? You can’t even deny how much you love it,” Shane’s voice was low and husky. He slowly smoothed his hand over where he just slapped, prepping Ryland for another. “I guess not—” He was cut short by Shane’s hand slapping against his ass again, harder than the first time. A low moan rolled off Ryland’s tongue as he couldn’t help but push his ass up at Shane, begging for more. “Fuck you’re amazing—I think I love you.” Shane preened, biting back a goofy smile. More than anything he took pride in pleasing his partner, making them feel like total bliss. “That’s what I thought,” Shane cooed as he leaned forward to press a series or kisses down Ryland’s neck.

The first time it was actually said, was during a quiet night relaxing at Shane’s. Ryland had been staying the night for the past... most nights—he practically lived there. He had his own section in the bathroom, and was even keeping some clothes stored in the closet because “just in case I come over and forgot some things.” Shane knew he was slowly moving in, and normally he’d be a little freaked out about it, but the more time he spent with Ryland, the more normal and comfortable everything felt. Going to bed with Ryland every night, waking up to him each morning and being able to cook breakfast together, it was cozy. They started developing their own routine, and on the very rare occasions where Ryland wasn’t staying over, it was weird. Shane began feeling uneasy in his empty house, minus Uno and the ghosts in the back room. He was surprised by how much comfort he felt by seeing Ryland’s toothbrush and toothpaste beside his own. Even the basket of their dirty laundry made his heart melt. Shane was prepping for Ryland coming over later that night. He had planned out a romantic dinner followed by a movie where they could just cuddle and lay tangled together on the couch—that was his favorite. Ryland was on his was over, and dinner was just about finished. Shane had texted his mom for her chicken parmigiana recipe that was to die for. The table was set, candle lit, and as he was bringing out the wine and glasses, Uno started barking and dancing at the front door. “Come in!” Shane yelled, popping the cork on the bottle and pouring the wine. Ryland stepped inside and was instantly greeted by Uno’s eagerly wagging tail and many kisses. “I’m in the dining room!” He called out, bringing the food to the table. Ryland’s eyes melted when he saw what Shane had prepared. Mostly taken aback by the fact that Shane really cooked, and not just ordered take out. “This looks so great! Smells amazing too,” Ryland gave Shane a tight hug, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Missed you.” He had only been gone a day or so, but Shane couldn’t help but whimper in response. “I missed you too. I thought it would be nice to do something a bit different—you know, not takeout,” he chuckled, pulling Ryland to sit so they could dig in. As they ate, they discussed how their days had been and what they’d been up to. Ryland talked about some assignments he had done for work, and Shane offered some new ideas he was debating for videos. Once they were filled with dinner and wine, Shane suggested they go relax. Ryland picked out a random movie before meeting Shane on the couch, curling into the other’s arms. He let out a sigh of relief feeling Shane embrace him. Shane watched the movie, but couldn’t even tell what the plot was about or who the characters even were. He was too focused on Ryland. His warmth against him, Ryland’s heart beating against his chest, those large sky-blue eyes that would turn to meet Shane’s gaze and offer a quick smile. The arm Shane had around Ryland tightened as he nuzzled his face in the crook of the other’s neck. Shane could smell his body wash and cologne, the tones of sandalwood and jasmine made him swoon, a content hum escaping his lips. He brought his fingers to meet Ryland’s, intertwining their fingers together. “I love you,” Shane stated softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Ryland’s cheek. The other turned carefully, biting his lip. “Shane—” Ryland cupped Shane’s cheek, thumb tracing over his stubbly jaw. Their lips met in a sweet, long kiss, making Shane’s chest pound. As Ryland pulled away, he pressed his forehead to Shane’s, “I love you too.” Shane tightened his hold around Ryland, unable to help the wide smile that stretched over his face. “Really?” Shane wanted to feel stupid for asking that. But after having too many encounters where he felt so strong for someone, only to not have the feelings reciprocated, he couldn’t help but be leery. His heart had been broken so many times, lead on and then let down. When he first even started seeing Ryland he was worried he was just wasting his time. Ryland was so handsome and perfect, and then there was Shane. What Ryland could ever possibly see in him, he didn’t know. But here he was now, telling Shane he loved him. “Of course I do! You’re only the most caring and considerate man I’ve ever met,” Ryland stroked his thumb over Shane’s cheek, gaze only focusing on the older man’s loving eyes. “No one has ever made me laugh, and feel as safe as you do. Being with you—it’s like everything I’ve ever wanted.” Shane tried to quickly blink back the tears, unable to comprehend how lucky he was to have Ryland in his life. “Ryland Adams, you make me the happiest man alive, I swear. Now say it again,” he pleaded, pressing his lips to his boyfriend’s. Ryland couldn’t help but smile against the kiss. “I love you.” “Again.” Shane kissed him harder. “I love you, Shane Dawson.” Ryland let his fingers get lost in Shane’s hair. Shane kissed him again like his life depended on it. Like Ryland’s lips were oxygen, and Shane needed to take him in and fill his lungs. His tongue dragged against Ryland’s bottom lip, head starting to feel dizzy from the pure happiness. He pulled away only for a moment, making Ryland whine. “I love you so much, Ryland, and I’ll never get tired of saying it.” Shane reclaimed Ryland’s lips, the movie long forgotten as the two spent the rest of the night professing their love, and whispering sweet nothings between eager kisses.

#jess writes #my writing #shyland #shyland fanfic #shane dawson #ryland adams #im actual trash #my fics

[atinymoonbeam]

The Last Time || BTS Jin One Shot

Genre: Angst, some fluff

Warning(s): Swearing, Mentions of smut

Word Count: 1.8k +

Pairing: Reader x Seokjin (ft. Namjoon)

Prompt: You and Seokjin had a rough relationship to begin with, constantly taking breaks from one another, but what is it that draws the line and potentially ends it all for good?

Your relationship with Jin was rocky from the start. Namjoon introduced the two of you in hopes that something would spark. Since then, a lot had. Love. Fights. Sex. More fights. More sex. In the two years you’d been seeing each other, you had taken five “breaks” which consisted of late-night texts from either one of you begging the other to come over. This night was not unlike the others. You laid comfortably in his familiar satin sheets. The fabric moved smooth across your skin as you turned to face the body lying next to you.

Jin slept, his lips slightly parted. There was a almost a sense of bliss in the room. For a moment, you’d forgotten why you guys were taking a break this time. For a moment, everything was euphoric. You watched as he began to stir in his sleep, mumbled words escaping his mouth. You grinned and quietly slipped out of the bed, pulling on his button-up from the previous day. 

“Are you leaving?” 

You turned your head to see Jin rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He reached over and grabbed his glasses off of the nightstand, still waiting for your answer. 

You shook your head, “No. I was just going to see what we could eat for breakfast.” 

A smile immediately replaced the small pout that Jin had plastered on his face. He pulled the sheets back and patted the space beside him. 

“I’ll get breakfast ready jagi. You just relax.” Jin stated. “I know you’re probably still tired from last night.” He smirked, pulling on his sweatpants. 

Now it was your turn to pout. You poked out your bottom lip and folded your arms over your chest. 

“I feel fine, see.” You demonstrated by breaking into a dance you’d been working on for a few days. It was complex enough to prove your point. 

Jin chuckled and shrugged. “It’s up to you.”

A satisfied smile crossed your face. “I’ll tidy in here a bit and then I’ll come help you.” With that, Jin left you in the room to clean.

You began to pick up the clothes that’d been sprawled out on the floor during the late night rendezvous. You folded each article of clothing carefully and placed them on the dresser. While stacking the last item, you noticed Jin’s phone had lit up. A couple of texts from Namjoon appeared on the screen. You smiled seeing your friend’s name on the screen and decided it wouldn’t be too much to open it especially since you and Jin were back together for the time being. You unlocked the phone with the passcode. Jin never changed it because he knew he’d just forget it every time. 

KNJ: I know that’s not all you’re wanting out of her

KNJ: bc if it is and you hurt her I swear hyung, I will kill you

Confusion was evident. You needed context. Who was Jin using and why hadn’t he told you he was seeing someone else this time. It was normal for either of you to hook up with other people during your breaks but you always told each other about it afterwards. What made this person so different?

You scrolled down slightly before stopping. You began to doubt your actions. Completely invading Jin’s privacy was wrong. If it’d been a different aura of texts you would’ve continued on but now the stakes were higher. He’d tell you about it when he wanted to.

“I’ve got toasted—what are you doing with my phone?” Jin interrupted himself. 

You stood in silence for a moment before responding, “I’ve..I was just…You got a text from Joonie and I was just going to say hi..” You decided to leave out the part about Namjoon being obviously mad about him hurting someone. 

Jin, however, did not buy your excuse. He sat the tray of food down on the bedside table and walked over to you, snatching the phone out of your hand. He looked over the texts from Namjoon before looking back at you. 

“So…” He began. “How much of it did you read?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Just the texts sent this morning. I didn’t know you were seeing someone else this time around.” You said with a half-hearted giggle. 

Jin let out a breath that you hadn’t noticed he was holding. He placed his phone in his pocket and returned to the tray of food without a word. You stayed in place, shocked by his actions. No words spoken. No explanation of the texts he’d received. Not even a true reaction to the texts themselves just a sigh of relief for you not reading the rest of them. 

After a few seconds, Jin finally spoke up disrupting your thoughts. 

“Are you going to join me or do I have to eat this all by myself?” He joked, motioning toward the food. 

You carefully walked over to join him. Still stuck in your head, you grabbed a plate of food and began to pick at it. Who is it that he doesn’t want me to know about? Why is it so important that I didn’t read the rest of the texts? Jin quickly noticed your out-of-it vibes and poked your side gently. 

“Is everything alright y/n?” He questioned, a tinge of fear hidden in his features. 

You nodded, “Y-yeah, everything’s great. Thank you for breakfast. It looks delicious.”

“Thank you jagi, that means a lot to me.” He smiled and continued to eat. You nodded and continued in your thoughts.

Moments had passed before Jin poked you again. 

“Are you sure you’re okay. You’ve seemed kind of…I don’t know distant since you saw my phone.” He expressed.

“I,” You paused to think of how to word your next sentence carefully as to not start an argument. “Who was Namjoonie talking about when he sent you that text? And what exactly were you getting out of her? I mean, I know we were on a break so it doesn’t really matter but still, I’d like to know…”

Jin’s face hardened slightly and you knew that somehow you’d said the wrong set of words. 

“Y/n, it’s really none of your business who I’m seeing besides you when we’re on a break. Also, it’s not very polite to go snooping through people’s things don’t you think? How would you feel if I opened every text you sent to the guys?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, “It’s not even like that. The guys and I talk about you and the guys not my nightly escapades. Besides, when have we not been open about these things Jin. You’re acting all weird about it. Just tell me what it’s about.”

“YA Y/N, just leave it! It’s not that big of a deal.” Jin snapped, placing his plate back on the tray only half-empty. You did the same, no longer feeling hungry. 

“If it’s not a big deal then show me the texts dammit! It’s not like anything’s going to change between us. Unless of course it’s me that you’re talking about.” Your voice softened with those last words. You hadn’t actually given thought to it being you that Seokjin was using. “Let me see the texts.” You muttered.

Jin’s features grew lighter upon hearing your change in tone. “Y/n.” He pleaded.

“The texts.” Your voice more stern and hand still held out waiting for the contact of the phone to be made. Reluctantly, he pulled it out and placed it in your hands. 

You took a deep breath before reopening the texts from Namjoon. 

KNJ: Are we still on for tonight or is y/n coming over?

Jin: Raincheck?

Jin: y/n and I made plans 😜

KNJ: Fine, but I thought you guys were really over this time. What happened?

Jin: You know I can’t stay away from her 😍

Jin: She’s such a great fuck 😩😩😩

You felt your heart grow heavier. The one thing you were hoping wasn’t actually the case turned out to be just that. You couldn’t help but think that all of the fighting and all of the breaks were just a ruse to satisfy his make-up sex fantasies. With another deep inhale, you opened your eyes again. Avoiding all physical contact with Jin, you began to gather your things. That which you’d came with the night before and that which had stayed at Jin’s place over the years. He sat quietly on the edge of the bed facing away from you. 

As you placed the last of your things in a bag, you turned toward him. He remained in the same position the entire time you packed. You walked over to his side. Your teeth nibbled at your bottom lip. No words were spoken. You just stared at him blankly. Hurt and anger boiled inside of you but you felt it would be a waste to lose your voice yelling at him. 

He looked up, eyes tinted red from where he’d been crying softly. This image took whatever was left of your heart and tore it to pieces. You hated seeing your boy cry but you also knew that this was his doing and you weren’t going to comfort him this time. No matter how badly you wanted to. 

“Y/n, I” He sniffled and took a small breath. “I didn’t mean it. I swear I didn’t. You’re so much more to me than that. I love you.” His voice broke with those three words. His arms reached out and he pulled you closer to him, wrapping himself around your waist. “Please, don’t go.” His face was now buried in your chest.

You tensed in his touch not wanting him to let go but also wanting to leave, to be free to think this all over. You placed your hands on his cheeks causing him to look up at you. You placed a kiss on his forehead before pulling out of his grip. His hands dropped with his head. He sat there defeated as you returned to grab your bags. 

“I love you too Seokjin, but I just really need some time right now.” You declared. 

Jin nodded in understanding and stood up. He walked over to you, placing his hand on your cheek. He pulled you in cautiously, placing a simple-yet-passionate kiss on your lips. You returned the gesture effortlessly. The moment was broken when a tear fell between both of your lips. Jin pulled back to see your face and eyes slightly discolored. You brought your hands up to your face and brushed the tears away with the sleeve of Jin’s shirt which you hadn’t noticed was still covering your body. You started to pull it off but Jin stopped you. 

“Keep it.” He requested. “It looks better on you.”

You nod, continuing to try and compose yourself. You pick your bags up once more, heading toward the door. 

“Goodbye Jinnie.” You glance back at him one last time, seeing his eyes begin to turn red once more with the presence of tears.

You close the door: on him, on that chapter of life, on the back-and-forth, on all of it.

Forever? Only time could tell.  

gif credit: <3

A/N: So I feel like the ending is a bit rushed but it’s also 3:30am so I’ll probably (maybe not) come back and edit this later today. 

I had fun writing this even though sad Jin breaks my heart. There could possibly be a part 2 bc I have an idea for where it would go but idk if it’ll actually happen. 

Please like/reblog if you’d like a part 2 or if you just enjoyed this little story. 

<3<3<3 Aaliyah

#reader x jin #kim seokjin #kim seokjin one shot #bts #bts one shot #kim namjoon #kim namjoon one shot #ksj #knj #bts jin #bts rm #rm #jin

[theherondaels]

All Is Fair In Love and War

I actually wanted to post this on Valentine’s day. Last year. Whoops.

This is the PJO Au no one asked for. It’s also a mess, generation-wise. It has all gens mixed, bc why the hell not? No, really, I needed more half-siblings (I’m looking at you, Jazmín!)

Have fun reading!!!

Jazmín woke up with the biggest grin possible. But how could she not? Today was the best day of the year! And that included her birthday! While she changed into her knee-length dress with rose print, she checked her calendar. A big heart was drawn on the 14th day of February.

Valentine’s day.

Or the most important day of the year, according to her cabin. Oh, the Aphrodite kids just loved Valentine’s day. All the romance movies were on TV, everything was decorated in their mother’s colours and so many proposals were made and, of course, weddings officiated.

Silence hovered over the cabin, its other inhabitants still asleep. Jazmín had gotten up first since she still had to add a few things for Alexia’s birthday celebration. She was a bit envious of her youngest half-sister. Being born on Valentine’s day, just how awesome was that?

As soon as Jazmín had placed the chocolate cake on the mahogany table, the ground floor of the cabin slowly filled with her half-siblings. “Morning,” Alaia chirped, being in a good mood as always. Her twin sister, however, looked a bit drowsy. “I binge-watched Riverdale,” Amaya revealed without being asked, yawning, “But all the couples were so obvious… I don’t know why I did that.”

Jazmín nodded, totally understanding her. Aphrodite children really did have a sixth sense when it came to relationships. They could always tell who was together with whom and predict with terrifying accuracy who would eventually get together. It made everything on TV sort of boring, Jazmín always knew which characters would end up together. Sadly, this power didn’t work on herself or her half-siblings. The only chance they had was to see if their couple instinct would kick in, showing them if their crush would end up with someone else. It really sucked, Jazmín knew that from experience. She still wasn’t completely over the eldest son of Hephaestus. Oh, she had been so miserable, but she just had known that it would only end in tears, because Simón would eventually get together with Ámbar in the future.

Said daughter of Nemesis, of course, always dismissed this feeling as a “freak love hallucination”, insisting that it would never happen. Yeah, Jazmín had heard that a few times before. And where were they now? Busy being married to the person she had predicted. See? Her couple instinct was never wrong.

“It’s because you’re single,” her younger half-brother, Manuel, joked. “Maybe I should start playing cupid for all of you once the competition is over.” Amaya shot him an annoyed look.

“Oh, please do,” Alaia begged, obviously tired of being single. “I’ll help,” her other, much younger, half-brother Diego yelled, quickly making his way over to the table. Eloísa and Mia walked right behind him. “Where’s the birthday girl?” Mia, the only brunette among the girls asked. Godly DNA was really strong. Only she and Manuel didn’t have the fiery red hair. And all half-siblings shared the same brown eyes, no doubt inherited from Aphrodite.

But Jazmín did find it funny that the only two brunettes both had a name that started with M. Had her mother planned that? Since the two were a few years apart, the oldest child of Aphrodite decided that it was just a coincidence. “I’m here,” Alexia yelled excited, more or less sprinting through the opened door.

Jazmín’s eyes met her half-siblings before they all started to sing Happy Birthday to the youngest member of the cabin, Manuel and Diego dramatically singing off key for entertainment. “Guys, this is serious,” Jazmín nagged the sons of Aphrodite, looking a bit appalled at Manuel, as he was older and should take this much more seriously. It was her last year at Camp Half-Blood and he would definitely be the next counsellor, as that position always went to the oldest member of the cabin.

After Alexia had received a hug and birthday wishes from all of them, they distributed themselves on the various sitting bags across the room, Jazmín taking her place on the red love seat, already having pen and paper in hand.

“It is time. There’s a few though ones here, but don’t worry! I’m sure, we’ll get them together in no time, “Jazmín started, totally in her element. “Maybe Mom can give us some pointers when she visits,” she smiled.

“Oh, she already did,” Alexia said, looking a bit remorseful. “She did?” Jazmín asked, smile fading a little, unable to keep out the disappointment in her voice. Everyone got 10 minutes of Mom time on their birthday, but Jazmín had hoped to get a glimpse, or maybe even a few words, from Aphrodite. “Yeah, that’s why I took a little bit longer,” Alexia said, looking at the ground, “She’s really sorry, but you know how busy she is.”

“Yes, especially today,” Eloísa’s tone was bitter.  

“Anyways,” Jazmín continued quickly, not wanting this to ruin the mood, “We’ll form pairs and every pair will get two couples. The more experienced of us will get the, well, more difficult cases.” So, they had a few hours for each couple, that should suffice. And they wouldn’t intervene with each other’s couples. It had happened in the past and really was a waste of time. “Okay, Manuel and Diego form a pair,” she read the parings aloud. “Yes,” the boys high-fived each other. “Mia goes with Alaia, Amaya and Alexia are a pair, and Eloísa is with me,” Jazmín smiled, pleased with her selection.

“No,” Eloísa groaned, her plan had been to somehow disappear during match-making, but now that she was stuck with her oldest sister there was no way she could do that.

Jazmín ignored her, beginning to tell everyone their couples. When she named the second couple for Manuel and Diego, she was met with protest. “They’ll kill us, or at least use as sparring dummies, if they find out what we’re doing before we’ve actually succeeded,” Manuel exclaimed loudly, “Which is a very strong possibility since one of them is literally the child of the goddess of deceit!”

"Good luck with that,” Alaia snorted with laughter.

“Can’t we switch with someone?” Diego asked in a pleading tone, not being thrilled with the prospect of having to play cupid for the daughter of Lyssa and the son of Apate. To be fair, rage and deception was a hellish combo. But Jazmín did have her reasoning for giving them, especially Manuel, this couple. Surely, if they managed to bring Stella and Andrés together, he would gain new self-assurance, which would really help him next year, when she was off to college.  

In the end, the couple distribution remained the same, her half-brothers clearly unhappy with it. Jazmín looked down at her list. If everything went according to plan Camp Half-Blood would have six new couples by the end of the day. She not only wanted to beat the Eros cabin, she also break the last couple record, which was five and had been set had three years ago.

If it was something Aphrodite’s children got competitive over it was match-making. It really showed with the competition they had with the Eros’ cabin, much to the dismay of the other campers.

The rules were simple: The cabin who had bought the most couples together by twilight won.

The couples in question were reaped from two bowls from each cabin. Sometimes a couple got drawn twice because the children of the love deities didn’t compare their choices.

All had started many years ago, when children of Eros had tried to play cupid too. Of course, the Aphrodite cabin hadn’t been amused, thinking the Eros kids tried to intervene with what they considered their business. Sadly, neither Chiron or Mr. D had been able to stop them. The read-head really would like to know what her mother thought about that. But if it bothered her Jazmín doubted this competition would have lasted this long. Who knew? Maybe Aphrodite and Eros watched them from above, having a good laugh.

Jazmín finally looked up again, a grin on her face, “Let’s bring these people together!”

~

Their first couple had been easy. Too easy actually. They hadn’t had done too anything drastic. Just spreading a rumour and suddenly those two love fools were finally talking about their feelings for each other. “That’s it?” Eloísa asked wide-eyed, gaze fixed on the two hand holding campers. “Seems so,” Jazmín answered, getting her list out of left pocket. Oh, how she loved this dress! It was already cute but the pockets made it 100 times cuter.

She crossed the first couple off the list, already eyeing the next one. This one was going to be more though. She knew the son of Hermes and daughter of Iris wouldn’t make it easy for them. But then again, she had thought that about Yam and Ramiro too. Maybe they should just try the rumour with Matteo and Luna too. All boys were the same after all. Just let them get wind of another boy liking the girl they’re interested in and all hell breaks loose.

She suggested it to Eloísa, who only shook her head. “Balsano would have a heart attack. And we get less points if we use the same method twice.” Right, Jazmín had totally forgotten that.

“We could lock them in?” she offered, as they searched for their couple. “How unoriginal is that?” Eloísa scoffed. If she had to spend her day doing this, it at least shouldn’t be so predictable. “It’s not,” Jazmín said, crossing her arms. Locking in was a true classic. It had worked on the most famous couples in and outside of camp.  

“How long exactly will we waste our time watching them staring at each other?” Eloísa asked annoyed, just minutes after they had found them. “Until I have a plan,” Jazmín admitted. “You don’t have one? Great, just great,” the younger red-head crossed her arms, a disgruntled look on her face.

Well, it would be easier if Luna didn’t wear such a hideous outfit. Jazmín cringed visibly at the too many patterns and colours that didn’t match at all. Normally, children of Iris tended to be good with colour coordination. Just what had gone wrong with Valente? With all the layers she looked like a main character that escaped from one of those new, absolutely horrid, Disney shows her two youngest half-sisters loved to watch. How Mia and Alexia were so invested in those shows was beyond her. They liked to make their couples suffer, which Jazmín was definitely not a fan of. She especially couldn’t handle love triangle after love triangle.

Jazmín sighed loudly, this was giving her a headache. Maybe her style would get better if she dated Matteo. Oh, a girl can dream.

She focused back on Balsano, who had just received a pep talk from his best friend Gastón, a son of Apollo. It gave Jazmín an idea. “I’ll be right back,” she told her half-sister, not even bothering to wait for her reply.

“Hey, guys, how are you?” she greeted them. “I’m good, very good actually. Matteo not so much. It’s the nerves, you know?” The glare Matteo sent Gastón didn’t stop him from talking. He was more cheery than usual. Her brothers must have been successful with Gastina.

“I love giving advice,” Jazmín said. She really did. Just ask other campers. “Especially love advice,” she added with a grin.

“I don’t need you and your freaky love powers. I want to do this on my own,” Balsano said, crossing his arms. “Clearly, or you would have asked her by now,” Gastón pointed out. Jazmín couldn’t quite decipher on which side he was on. “Listen,” Jazmín tried again, “I only need to give you advice and when she say yes, it’ll get added to my couple number, really, what can it hurt? Just listen, okay?” Matteo sighed, but didn’t disagree. “Okay, be romantic but not too sappy. Finding a good balance is key,” Jazmín already advised.

“You don’t even know if she’ll say yes,“ Matteo remarked. "Please she will.” Gastón nudged him forward. Jazmín was really thankful for Perida right now. "Now, go get her,” he said with enthusiasm. The son of Hermes rolled his eyes, but made his way over to Valente.  

Soon after Jazmín heard Luna’s excited answer. She pulled out her list, a big grin on her face.

Another couple down.

~

Not everyone did have such luck as Jazmín and Eloísa. “I’m pretty sure the Eros cabin tried to sabotage us,” Amaya voiced her suspicion during dinner. Jazmín frowned. She would have a word with their counsellor about that. “But did you get them together?” Alaia wanted to know. “Yes, we almost died, but we did it.” Manuel winced at Amaya’s words. “Well, once Stella and Andrés escape out of the armoury we’re definitely dead.”

“You locked them in?” Alaia asked loudly. “It seemed like the safest option,” Diego explained. “Such a classic move,” was all Jazmín said, sending Eloísa a grin, who just rolled her eyes.

“Hide me,” Diego said all of a sudden, ducking his head. Jazmín moved her head to the entrance of the pavilion, seeing a very angry Stella monitoring towards their table, Andrés just a few steps behind her. Whatever was the reason for his evil grin, she didn’t like it.

The daughter of Lyssa stopped, placing her hand on her table, eyes already murdering Jazmín’s half-brothers. “Any last wishes?” she asked, drawing with her index finger on the wood. It made all the Aphrodite kids uneasy.

“Let’s just get over with it,” Manuel sighed, having accepted whatever would follow already.

“Hm, yes, I could do that. Right now. Oh, but where would be the fun in that? All the anxious waiting would be over. No, I’m not going to do that today. Or tomorrow.” Her smile had become very twisted, it scared Jazmín. “No, I’ll do it when you’ll least expect it. Maybe in a year or two,” she chuckled, “the uncertainty will slowly drive you crazy.”

Satisfied with the shaking sight of Jazmín’s half-brothers, Stella continued talking, “Also no locking people in or trapping them in nets on next Valentine’s day!”

“Wait, that wasn’t us. The trapping people in nets thing, I mean,” her older brother clarified. “Yeah, right,” Stella said, voice full of scepticism. “Stella, they’re saying the truth,” Andrés stated, having heard no deceit in Manuel’s answer.

Confusion slowly replaced the anger on Stella’s face. “But who was it then?” she asked in Andrés’ direction.

“You actually thought the Aphrodite cabin is capable of doing something like that? I’m wounded!” a new voice said behind Stella. Jazmín knew this voice. Her expression darkened. Just what had the son of Eros done?

Stella turned towards Étienne, “Listen here, French fry-“ He interrupted the Italian, which earned him both a murderous look from her and Andrés. Jazmín would have actually squealed at that if this whole situation wasn’t so tense.

“No need to thank me,” the blonde said, “Oh, by the way. They kissed with our plan. So-“ Stella interrupted him this time. “Yes, because we would still hang in the air otherwise,” she hissed.

What exactly had the Eros cabin done to them? Sure, all was fair in love and war, but they had taken it way too far!

“Either way,” Étienne said, turning his head to Jazmín, “You lose!” Jazmín rarely wanted to fight, but right now she really wished she could throw her dagger at Sauveterre. Multiple times.

The Aphrodite kids eyed each other.

This meant war!

#soy luna #one-shots #soy luna next gen #and technically #soy luna 3rd gen

[spacegaysinc-blog]

Space Christmas™

look we know its july we just have a lot of feelings ok

ok so everyone’s always talking about how much Lance misses his big family and whatnot, but how would that carry across to a holiday like Christmas?

like, forget about missing just his siblings and parents what about the massive extended family? also (we’re not trying to shove beliefs onto a character or upset anyone in general please don’t yell at me) A LOT of people are religious and quite a few more practice exclusively on holidays like Christmas or Easter.

plus, even if Lance wasn’t strictly religious there’s something about being raised in a family that is that ingrains bits and pieces of those things into you just as a byproduct of being raised that way.

either way you can’t tell me that Lance’s family didn’t celebrate Christmas and since he has younger siblings it would still be a big deal since they would still believe in Santa.

so it gets to the point that Lance is spending the nighttimes heartbroken thinking about the presents he had planned for his little siblings that he won’t be able to give them this year because he’s an amazing sibling like that, or wishing for just one day, THIS day, that he could be back with his family, because anyone who has gone from spending Christmas with a big family to spending it almost alone know that it’s one of the loneliest feelings on the world.

Pidge’s family is kind of a mixed situation

like her dad’s jewish so they just decided as a family to celebrate both Christmas and Hannukah

the holidays weren’t really at the front of Pidge’s mind when the ‘winter months’ rolled around

because FIRST OF ALL it looked NOTHING like winter normally did (bc space), 

and anyway for the past couple years she and her mother had grown apart and holidays were hardly the first thing anyone would think of when a family falls apart like that,

but she’s the one that notices Lance disappearing more and stumbles upon him crying twice as many times as she normally would, so she figures something’s up.

it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that they have reached what would be on Earth the month of December and to link that a little further to Christmas.

now Pidge understands a lot, but humans have never been her strongest suit so she does what any reasonable person would do and goes to Hunk and lets him take the wheel on what to do. Pidge does what she can to help (she’s probs the one that makes the cool decorations) 

she misses her small, intimate family Christmases and it was trying to get that family back that brought her here in the first place, but along the way the team has kinda become her family too so why not embrace that for a little while?

Pidge makes a metal tree and everyone helps to decorate it

Lance goes nuts

people’s thing’s just start going missing and they end up on the tree

everyone knows it's Lance and it’s mildly inconvenient but they can’t bring themselves to say anything bc he just looks so happy

they start voluntarily putting their things on the tree

Keith puts fingerless gloves on it. Lance almost cries laughing

Shiro puts his fucking arm at the top of the tree bc he thinks he’s funny

“Shiro, no you need that what the hell”

“I just wanted to lend a hand, Keith”

Pidge teaches them all about Hanukkah too, and the Alteans love the dreidel

Coran is really hung up on the menorah thing

“But if there was only enough for 1 day, how did it last 8?”

“I don’t know, that’s why they call it a miracle”

“Fascinating”

Keith doesn’t really get this Christmas thing.

like obviously he knows what Christmas is, he’s from Texas of course he does, but he’s not quite sure how to celebrate this.

after Pidge tells Hunk about Lance’s odd behavior Hunk arranges a paladin (and confused Altean) meeting where everyone decides to try this “Christmas in Space” thing out, but Keith is kinda left stranded on what to do.

he wants to help, in the way that you can’t help when you’re maybe, hopelessly in love with someone and would do anything to make them happier, it’s just, holidays were never a part of his childhood and what if he does it wrong?

one thing Keith’s sure is part of this is gift-giving so one day during a battle he picks up a Galra shooter and tosses it to an unarmed Lance with an offhanded “Merry Christmas.”

AND LANCE JUST LIKE FREEZES FOR A SECOND AND THEN JUST GIVES KEITH THE BIGGEST SMILE AND KEITH IS LIKE BLINDED

so he just keeps giving Lance things?

like he sees a cool rock while on a mission and just puts it in his pocket

a couple of days later he stumbles upon a gorgeous blue gem-type thing on some planet and does the same thing bc it reminds him of Lance’s eyes.

and he’ll just like slide the gift over to Lance in the middle of meals or just leave it in front of his door

and Lance always just grins like an idiot bc Keith is being nice to him and he just feels lighter

soon all of the paladins start incorporating casual Christmas gift-giving into their daily lives and as Lance’s mood starts to brighten more day by day Keith can’t help but be a lil proud that he could be the start of someone’s happiness

and everyone starts giving each other gifts and Keith is just really proud bc he started this and he just loves these guys so much and is this what a family is like bc he gets it now

one day Keith’s in Lance’s room (who knows why lmao) and he just sees all of the stuff he’s given Lance placed a little bit away from the other’s gifts and he just smiles a lil to himself

(sorry we’re klance trash)

Hunk’s a good best friend.

he’s also a bit of a people-watcher so when Pidge comes to him with her research* (*stalking) on Lance and the current month on Earth his own thoughts on the matter are confirmed and he jumps straight to planning Space Christmas™.

a secret meeting is arranged promptly to inform the other paladins/alteans of what’s going on (a long explanation of earth customs is required) 

then he and coran get ingredients for the Altean equivalent of cookies and just go to work

Pidge and Lance bend cookie cutters out of scrap metal and use those and Keith just cuts out shapes with his knife bc of course he would

cuz if they’re doing Christmas, then they’re doing it right. Hunk’s typical holidays involve so much food, especially as gifts 

large family dinners become a mandatory thing, every time getting more elaborate and delicious.

Hunk always makes people share about their day because it’s what his family always did

“So Pidge, how was your day?”

“Hunk, I was with you all day, we had the same day.”

“But how was it?”

when Christmas would roll around Hunk’s younger siblings presented him with small and, to the outsider's eye, meaningless gifts so when he starts getting handed shiny rocks, or little people made of twigs, or one time a small robot that did nothing but blast screamo he can’t help but be reminded of his family too

Shiro had quite honestly forgotten that holidays were such a big deal.

in his defense a lot had happened and they just had slipped his mind.

he’s not opposed to the idea when Hunk brings it up, but a week later he’s fully invested in the holidays and has crocheted several sweaters, because he looks fantastic in red, ok.

growing up with a single parent and a much younger sibling has hardwired into his brain the need to make every holiday as big of a deal as possible and he starts spending late nights decorating various parts of the castle to make this the most magical experience possible because now he had 4 little sibling to share this with and also he needs to and it gives him peace of mind when his nightmares are too intense to sleep through.

every opportunity he gets he spends squirrelling away presents for the 25th or furiously crocheting sweaters for everyone else because what’s Christmas without the ugliest sweaters you’ve ever seen?

ok quick side note but we promise this is relevant: so we all know about the headcanon that Lance knits but consider this: Shiro crochets

and Lance like will not stop giving him shit about ‘wow only one needle? I have two so…’

and Shiro’s a good sport so he just kind of plays along bc wow Lance has started another dumb rivalry who would have guessed

but then Shiro crochets him this blue hat with lion ears on it and Lance can’t really bring himself to keep the the ‘rivalry’ going

(he wears the hat everywhere)

Shiro and Lance team up to make the team stockings and Shiro even makes tiny ones for the mice

the Alteans don’t know what’s going on

like obviously they notice that there’s something off about the paladins, so when Hunk calls his meeting about Lance, they’re kind of like ???? bc they noticed these things with everyone but if they want to pretend that it’s just about Lance then okay

learning about Christmas is….. interesting to say the least

“So you’re telling me that the people of earth tell their children about a reverse thief dressed in red that breaks into everyone’s home?”

“I mean I wouldn’t say it like that”

“Well then how WOULD you say it”

“He just visits everyone to give them gifts-”

“I’ll prepare the castle’s defenses for an intruder immediately!”

“No that’s really not necessary”

They get it eventually.

Allura’s really into the ‘Santa’s reindeer’ thing (something about them reminding her of an altean animal) so she works with pidge to make little reindeer antlers for the mice and also ENORMOUS ONES for the lions

((Keith is FURIOUS (and a little confused) when he sees the large red ball attached to red’s nose but Lance is just laughing and smiling so he guesses it's okay))

@ dreamworks just give us the space fam doing space things for the holidays. just a christmas episode that’s all we’re asking for

Also we hope y’all love long posts cuz this bitch took forever and we’re very proud and feel free to add your own and make it EVEN LONGER

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Do you have any Peter Pan headcanon?

you didn’t really specify in what film/book/etc (bc the character appears in a lot of different mediums), so i’m gonna do it for multiple ones

disney-verse

he’s pansexual. i’m not saying this for the pun, i genuinely think this. he’s surrounded by boys most of his life, so it comes naturally to him that he’s attracted to guys. then wendy comes along and makes him realize he likes girls too. and honestly, i think he’d have such a curiosity about the world that he’d be fine dating basically anyone, regardless of gender. (he’d love being educated on different types of gender identities and find them all absolutely fascinating)

i wish i can remember the 1953 movie better, but i can definitely say that wendy was his first real love. that feeling of love scared him, though, because it meant growing up. he’s always been afraid of that, so he stayed in neverland. meeting jane brought back all of these memories and forgotten feelings for wendy because she was exactly like her mother. peter never suspected any real relation, because after all, he is just a boy, but he definitely saw similarities, so discovering that wendy is, in fact, jane’s mother just put all the pieces together. speaking of which, he still loves wendy. it hurt him to see her all grown up, but it made him happy that she still remembers him and cares about him. and yeah, she did get older, but peter can still see that little twinkle in her eye, and the giggle she let out when tink helped her fly again for just a moment had peter flashing back years prior when he’d first met her. so, she may have grown up, but she’s still the same girl peter fell in love with all those years ago

just a heads up, bc this will tie into other headcanons: i see him as being about 15. ever since the original film, i never quite saw him as an actual child. really, it wasn’t until 2015′s pan that i realized peter wasn’t supposed to be a teen. the way they drew him had me viewing him as slightly older, and maybe with his visits to the mainland, he started puberty just a little bit - but not to the point of becoming a full-fledged adult physically, nor has he ever reached that mature mindset. he still thinks, talks, and acts like a kid. just physically a little older than one.

pan-verse

hook and tiger lily have become his unofficial adopted parents. they can be seen a little more as much older siblings in how lenient they are in terms of rules, but they care for him just like any parent would. tiger lily tends to any physical or emotional wounds, while hook is there for advice, and to generally keep peter and all of the other lost boys in check. 

peter is probably the one who ultimately sets hook and tiger lily up. he sees the way they dance around each other constantly, never pushing any boundaries, and he’s tired of it. he and his friends create a plan to get the two alone, perhaps set up some sort of dinner for them, while they (the boys) watch from behind bushes. when the two just sit and talk without either one making a first move, peter blows his cover, yelling at them to kiss already. they both blush, but hook smiles and shakes his head, softly mumbling, “kid’s read my mind,” before kissing her. the other lost boys all wince and say, “ew,” at the sight, but peter only smiles, giving hook a thumbs up when the couple pulls away.

descendants-verse

let me start off by saying: he doesn’t have any children. in this ‘verse, i can see peter being more of a panromantic and asexual. i guess that probably applies to the first disney-verse hc too, bc he’s a kid who would never have sex, but i’m too lazy to go back and edit that. also here, i can see him still aging and growing older, but just really slowly. chances are things grew quite boring in neverland without any pirates to fight, so he resides in auradon instead. 

he’s probably the gym teacher at auradon high. i mean, he gets to play games with other young people and get paid for it? who wouldn’t want that job? so, yeah, he’s probably a very nice, fun gym teacher who has them all playing sports and games rather than running on the track or something. he has tink swing by every now and then to give everyone a pixie dust boost that make things more… interesting. (and, to him, more fun!)

surprisingly, i don’t see him and wendy being a couple in this ‘verse. while i think she would be perfectly fine with his asexuality, she would rather be with someone who, well, does act their age, and does want to have sex as she’s always wanted to be a mother. she works as an english teacher (or whatver their version of english class is) in the high school, so she and peter still see each other quite often and are still close friends. jane’s probably in one of peter’s classes, and she just might be one of his favorite students (but don’t tell anyone).

i can also see peter being his usual little shit self by flying over the barrier that surrounds the isle (or maybe perhaps getting just close enough to it before it can break) just when he knows that hook will probably be outside. he’ll make sure he catches the pirate’s eye before taunting him, making silly faces and/or just sticking his tongue out at him while laughing. rather than get angry, yell, or complain, the pirate will just shake his head with a fond smile, one that peter matches before he flies back off to auradon.

(bc i lowkey love the idea of aged-up!peter/hook, okay? don’t judge)

bonus: when harry comes over to auradon, peter calls him into his office, but rather than complaining about his laziness or figuring out a way to help him play sports with a hook for a hand, he just excitedly asks a bunch of questions about his dad. (“how old is he now? is he still afraid of alligators? does he own any clocks? does he have a girlfriend? …or boyfriend, i’m not discriminating…”)

oh! and everyone thinks harry probably hates peter bc of his dad’s rivalry with him, but honestly, he’s kinda fond of the guy, seeing him like an older brother or second dad. (and peter probably does keep an eye on harry while he’s in auradon, letting him stay at his place during winter, spring, and summer breaks. he regularly sends hook letters on the isle to tell him how his son is doing.he sends one specifically to gossip about harry’s girlfriend uma and boyfriend gil, and to gush about how cute the three of them are together.)

#peter pan #disney #pan #pan 2015 #descendants #headcanons #as you can tell i have a lot of feelings about peter in the descendants universe #also i love me some problematic villain/hero relationships but pure ones are the best #i'm honestly tempted to write a fic or two about some of those descendants-verse hcs... if anyone would read them...