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scremogirl · 7 months

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✪⁂✫彡𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓✵✥☆ミ★ ???

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞-𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞

Yandere Student Council Pres x Nonchalant reader

I’m not sure if I should retitle this to Yandere! Childhood friend x reader or not. There’s not a lot of the fact he’s the SCP shown in the story. I felt like I went a little off track. I got so consumed in writing😭. I already have a post like that on my page so I didn’t want to make it confusing. I don’t know if I should’ve said unemotional reader either. Idk let me know what you think. Have fun reading!

He was at the top of the food chain. Good grades, teachers liked him, students feared him, rich, good looking, and most importantly; the student council president. With that being said, why wouldn’t he leave you alone?

Takenya was a stuck up priss in your opinion. Always lecturing you about things you could do in order of improvement. You weren’t popular but you weren’t one of those weird Naruto kids that sat in the back of the class and ate crayons either. You just existed. Someone so average at everything somehow attracted the most “perfect” guy in school. Your grades were fine; a straight A-B student with the occasional C here and there. Your attendance on the other hand… well maybe he’s not so wrong about that, but who actually wants to be at school anyways?

“I don’t understand why you don’t try harder? You could easily surpass most of our class,”

“You need to come to school. This behavior would never pass in the real world. What would your employer think of you just not showing up?”

“Chocolate for lunch…really? If you want to stay healthy you’ll need to-“

Why does he care so much anyways? Sure, you used to be friends in like what, fifth grade? You used to get bullied in school for being different. You just didn’t like the things that kids your age were supposed to like. But… it never bothered you. You weren’t emotionless per se, it’s just, why care what others have to think?

Mellisa Grey. The girliest of all girls. She used to have it out for you when you were younger. Calling you names and bumping your shoulder whenever you walked by. You put up with it until the end of the year; fifth grade graduation. That evening she and her crew thought it’d be funny to pour milk on the shy little nerdy boy in your class. Some spilled on your dress, that you didn’t mind, but the tears of the boy next to you made you. Something inside of you just snapped. You shot up from your seat grabbing a first full of her hair and slammed her head onto the wooden table. Not stopping until you saw the wire of her pink, sparkly braces fly out her mouth. Well, that was what you wanted to do; the teachers came too early for you to inflict any further damage. The most you got was a broken nose and a lawsuit. She transferred schools after that, and you got the whoopin of a lifetime. You didn’t care. You didn’t feel bad at all. If anything you felt elated seeing her in pain and the rage on her parents faces as the cussed child you out. You didn’t cry or yell when your parents picked you up. You weren’t phased by the belt or the palm of your mothers hand striking you. You didn’t feel anything. So why were you so upset on someone else's behalf anyways?

You knew this kid. I mean, how couldn’t you when he would follow you around 24/7.

“H-Hi… my names Takenya” you just blankly stared. His sheepish gaze barely meets yours from behind his big fat glasses.

“…Do I know you?”

“Well…no. But I know you!”

“Good for you I guess.” You continued to go back and forth on the swing, not acknowledging the boy's existence at all. The swing he sat on remained stationary, never once dropping his gaze from you.

“Uhm… I just wanted to thank you for yesterday,” Hm? What was he talking about? He saw the confusion in your face when you turned around to ask and beat you to the point.

“You probably don’t know me. We’re not in the same class,” Right. So why is he talking to you? Again, before you could ask he cut you off.

“The other day when recess started you helped me pick up all of my stuff after Carter pushed me down; remember? I-I just wanted to say thank you for sticking up for me” Ohhh, you do remember him now. He was that shy little rich kid that transferred here at the end of fourth grade. He didn’t have many friends, let alone any at all. Everyone had grown up with each other and formed friend groups at this poin. He was a little late to the party so he didn’t fit in. He wasn’t worried about the next episode of Ninjago and didn’t find humor in looking up the words penis and vagina in the dictionary at the school library when the teacher wasn’t looking. His hair long, tied back into a neat ponytail and not buzzed into a Mohawk like half the boys in your grade. He had glasses that almost covered the entirety of his upper face. He always ate his pb&js on whole wheat instead of white and preferred celery sticks over fruit snacks. So, just like you, he got bullied just because he was different.

“Oh yea. I remember you now. You’re welcome by the way,” he grinned. The first time you saw him smile ever since he came to your school.

That marked the day of a long friendship.

That was until you went to middle school. You think puberty had something to do with it. He grew into his face more and sized down those jellyfishing glasses. His scrawny figure gained slightly more bulk and dressed in a more modern fashion. His hair remained the same; a bit shorter than before but still longer than most guys. You’ve always liked his hair. He would let you braid it sometimes when he was too distracted playing on his DS. He didn’t get acne like many of the other kids your grade either, skin smooth and clear. All the girls found him to die for. Your nonchalant behavior rubbed off on him and he became more confident in himself. Not letting his elementary school self be reflected into now. He became a bit too obsessed with his studies for a middle schooler; pushing all his ways on you. He would always follow you around blabbing about not attending gym class. He even started hanging around the same snotty rich kids he would complain to you about. You became annoyed. So you cut him off. Just like that. Stopped talking to him, answering his texts, not sitting with him at lunch or in class. Even after all the rejection at his advances, he came running back to you. Not willing to let you go so easily.

The school bell rings signaling the end of 4th pd and beginning of lunch. You were planning to go off campus today and not come back. Keys in hand you make your way to the student parking lot. However, someone’s blocking the exit. He’s gotten taller, about 6’2-6’3; sleeper build accommodating his height. Glasses thinner and sit perfectly on the bridge of his nose. Hair as long as ever, tyed back with that same white ribbon you gave him years ago; revealing an undercut. He fixes the collar of his button up and readjusts his tie and vest.

“And exactly…just where do you think your going?”

“To lunch,”

“The cafeteria is that way,” he points with a slender finger, decorated by a diamond ring. It shimers under the lights above reflecting against his matching earrings.

“Off campus,” he raises his eyebrow, folding his arms.

“Knowing you, you won’t come back. You do realize your request for a half day schedule is still pending right? You also recognize that I’m the one who assists the principal in granting them as well?” You don’t answer him, already knowing we're going with this.

“As I said before, your attendance needs improving before I-… we can grant it,” what a pain in the ass this guy is. You try to walk past him but he stops you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t eat school lunch. I’ll be back after,” he gives you an unamused look. Hand gripping your shoulder a little tighter as you try to take another step.

“You know I can’t let you do that. Not unless you don’t want a new schedule,” he pauses.

“Not unless I come with you,” you look up.

“You’re paying?” His eyes widened slightly, shocked at your willingness. But he can’t be too surprised, he knows you don’t care about anything unless you get what you want.

“Of course I am. You need to spend your money on other priorities; like a new math textbook,” you ignore the subtle jab and walk to his car. No need to ask where as he parks next to you everyday to make sure he knows you’ve actually show up. Definitely not because your the first thing he wants to see in the morning.

“I don’t understand why you come to McDonald’s of all places,” he lets out a sigh, handing his card to the drive through worker. He drives up to the next window waiting for the food.

“It’s not healthy. You seriously should consider my offer in taking you to that new place down the street,”. He looks over when he doesn’t get a response; noticing the music blasting from your headphones as you look at the door. He sighs again before taking the food from the workers hand and grabbing your headphones. You turn your head to look at him but your gaze shifts to the bag in his hand. You reach over and grab a fry out of the bag and he s his eyes. Pulling into the parking lot, he silently watches you eat. This brings him so much nostalgia. He misses eating lunch with you everyday. Ranting while you just sit there and chew. He misses having someone listening to him about something that’s not related to school. After you stopped *attempted* talking to him in the beginning of 7th grade, his heart felt like it got ripped out of his chest.

He’s never felt anything his whole life. His father would tell him that one day he’ll find someone who makes him feel everything, makes life worth it. He’d seen the love shared between his parents everyday. He always wanted that. In the fourth grade all of that came true. He saw you getting off the bus making your way to school. He saw the way you helped up Michael Lemitzki, a dorky little boy, after Conner pushed him down. Shaggy hair, braces lining his teeth, comic books all on the floor. How pathetic. You weren’t scared of Conner at all. He was bigger than you and more popular than you, but you didn’t care. You kept a straight face as he threatened you and held your composure. No emotion showing whatsoever.

He thought you were beautiful. It was love at first sight. He was too busy staring at you to hear his father calling out to him. He followed his son's gaze to you. He looked back down at the small boy and gave a knowing smile. Takenya just stared at the other boy hugging you with tears down his face. Why is he touching you like that? Push him away already! That day he purposely made himself a target to the bullying of Melissa and Conner. Hoping that one day, you’ll save him the same way you did Jacob. He got bigger glasses, grew his hair out, and started dressing like the typical “nerd”. He would leave candies in your cubby, prized limited edition Pokémon cards in your backpack, brand new color pencils and markers showed up around you. He started to lose hope though. Why haven’t you noticed him yet!? Sure he’s never actually talked to you.. but still! Could you not see his effort?! Did you not care? He sat alone at recess that fateful day. He was randomly pushed down, papers and crayons flying out his small hands. He wasn’t in the mood for Connors teasing today. To caught up on the fact that the love of his life may never see him they way he’s dreamed of. Oh the dramatic mind of a fifth grader. He clutched the safety scissors that flew out of his pencil pouch watching the dick of an elementary schooler turn around. He was about to get up but stopped as he saw someone bend down beside him. It was you! You helped gather all his things and placed them into his arms. His heart pounded in his chest and the blush on his face spread like wildfire. Before he could say anything you walked away. Taking your place on the swing set. He hurriedly put all his things away before trying to build up the courage to come talk to you. He took to long, however, as the teacher soon yelled for everyone to make their way into the line back to their respective class.

As he reminisces on the past, an alarm rings. Telling him that it’s time to make his way back to school. You’ve already finished all your food and somehow managed to take your headphones back.

“What?” You say snapping him out of his trance. He didn’t even realize he was staring.

“Nothing,”

You make your way back to the school and go your separate ways. He walks you to class ensuring that you get there. Out the corner of his eye he sees someone wave to you. Lemitzki. His hairs more well kept, ditched the glasses for contacts showing of his green eyes. He’s taller and has more muscles now. The only thing that hasn’t changed is the jagged line that makes it’s way across his right cheek, interfering with his dimple as he smiles. It’s been awhile, the scar healed well. The once clutzy boy looks at the door and freezes, hand dropping and going pale. There’s a silent stare off between the two before the late bell rings. Takenya makes his way to class, a slight smile on his face at a sudden memory.

Watching him walk away, a fist tightens. Little does he know someone was planning on getting their revenge.

Hi loves! I hope you guys enjoyed. Take is an OC of mine I’ve had for a while just never had a name for him until now. Like his concept was in my head foreverrrr. He might be a reoccurring character. I really like him. But I did put one shot so I’m not sure. Lemme know what y’all want. Check out this post below for a little more context. Hope you enjoyed.

-Love, Sos❤️

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere childhood friend #yandere student council president

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mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year

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Pretty Girl

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pairing: draco malfoy x female reader

warnings: draco in love, fluff, some jealousy, soft draco, flirting, making out

summary: although you're a hufflepuff, draco can't seem to suppress his feelings for you and has been asking you out since third year

a/n: i don't think i'll ever get out of my draco phase atp, its been years

song: yellow - coldplay

You were walking through the castle halls with your best friend, Cedric Diggory, wearing a blue sundress with your hair down and a ribbon holding two stands behind your head.

There were no classes today, so you decided to put on some light makeup as well and were taking a walk to the kitchens with Cedric.

"One day in the summer you need come over to my cottage, I can teach you how to bake," you announce, looking up at him as he drapes his arm around your shoulders.

"Hmm, I don't know if that would end well," he paused as he glanced down at you. "The last time you tried to bake with the house elves, you set the kitchen on fire," he laughs as he recalls you begging the house elves not to tell anyone.

"Okay that's not fair and you know it. You helped-"

"Y/n!"

You and Cedric turn around to see a smiling Draco Malfoy walking towards you both. His smile turns into a scowl as he sees Cedric's arm around you.

He quickly covers the jealousy with a charming smile as he looks back at your eyes that he adores.

"What now, Malfoy," Cedric sighs, already knowing what was going to happen.

Draco Malfoy was seen as rude to most people. So it was quite a shock to everyone when he asked you, a half-blood hufflepuff, out to hogsmeade for the first time in third year. You politely declined his offer because of some past encounters with him.

Although he has never said anything offensive to you, he has to your friends.

Your rejection didn't stop Draco from asking again. If anything, it made him want you more.

Ever since then, he has asked you out almost every week. Each time you rejected him, but it still didn't stop him.

Two years later he found himself in love with you. He has tried to get over you, but he can't picture himself with anyone that isn't you. If you were to ask him what he loved most about you, it would take more than a day to list everything. He grew up without much love, except from his mother, so it was a rather odd feeling when he first started to fancy you.

The first time he had gotten some hope for the two of you was when you had agreed to go to the yule ball with him last year. He thanked Merlin and almost cried of happiness. It was most definitely the best night of his life. You two had ended up almost kissed but were interrupted by Snape.

Back to present time, he asked if he could speak to you in private. Cedric looked over at you to make sure it was okay, you nodded and told him you would join him in a few minutes.

Draco gently grabbed your hand and pulled you into an empty classroom.

“You look so beautiful, darling” he compliments as you feel yourself lightly blushing as you avoids his eyes.

You should be use to the compliments by now since he gives them several times a day, but that doesn’t stop your cheeks from turning a light pink shade each time. He finds it adorable and hopes to be the only one to have the affect on you.

“Thank you, what is it you wanted to talk about?”

“Look, you know how much I fancy you- the whole bloody school knows. I- I just want you to give me one chance, love. If you truly don’t feel the same way about me than I’ll accept that,” he starts, his voice growing quieter as he leans towards your face.

“Please, sweetheart,” he whispers, his eyes dropping to your beautiful rosy lips as you gently pull the bottom one in between your teeth in thought.

“Um... okay,” you whisper with a small nod and smile.

He froze, before the biggest smile makes its way to his face. His lips brush against yours as he asks if it’s okay for him to kiss you.

You respond by gently pressing your warm lips to his slightly cold ones. He warps his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him as the other hand is holding your cheek. You run your hands through his hair and gently tug, getting a light groan from him.

You slowly pull back as you look at him in awe. His hair messy, his tie loose around his neck, his cheeks tinted red, his stunning eyes bright, and his lips slightly swollen.

“You are very pretty, you know,” you blurt out, turning your head in slight embarrassment.

He gently grabs your face and tilts your head so you’re looking at him. “Thats all you, angel. My pretty girl,” he whispers to you.

You peck his lips before slowly kissing down his jaw, trailing your mouth down his neck. Your gentle butterfly kisses and your teeth grazing his skin get some more low groans from him.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, love, if you keep doing that, you’re not going to be leaving this room anytime soon,” he grins.

You trail your lips back up to his, giving a quick peck before taking two steps back. “You’re right, I have forgotten about how I was supposed to go back to Cedric, do I look okay?”

“You look perfect as always, darling,” he replies while watching you straighten your hair with your hands.

“I don’t know you what you see in Diggory anyways”

“Oh knock it off,” you laugh hitting his shoulder as you start walking to the door.

“I’ll see you at dinner, yeah?”

“Mhm, bye Draco,” you smile at the boy, giving him one last look over.

As Draco enters the common room, he finds his best friend, Blaise Zabini, doing some potions work on the couch.

He walks over and drops onto the couch next to him. Blaise glances up, back at his paper, and then whips his head to the boy when he takes in his state.

"I- what have you been doing"

"You'll never guess, mate," Draco sighs dreamily recalling your kiss.

"Does it happen to do with a certain cute hufflepuff that you happen to be obsessed with?"

"Maybe, and I am not obsessed with her"

"And I enjoy doing potions homework"

"You told me you did," Draco lies.

"No I didn't"

"Yes, you did"

"No, I didn't"

"Yes, you did"

"No, I didn't!"

"No, you didn't"

"Yes, I did!"

"Aha!" Draco grins in victory.

Blaise rolls his eyes, "did you two kiss?"

"Maybe we did, maybe we didn't," Draco shrugs.

"Good for you, it took long enough"

A few months later, you and Draco were a happy couple and were so close to one another. Since that day you first kissed, he somehow found a way to be with you almost all of the time.

You two were sitting on the grass outside, you both sneaked out, and Draco was showing you the constellation that he was named after.

He suddenly turned and tickled your stomach as you fell backwards laughing.

"D- Draco! St- op, I c- an't breathe! L- let me go-" You laugh as he gives you a few seconds to take some breaths.

"Never, sweetheart," he says rolling on top of you.

"Get off of me you oaf!" You giggle trying to push him off of you.

"Let me think about that, hmm... how about no," he says pecking your lips.

You then flip the both of you so you were now straddling him as your hair surrounding your faces. You lean down and kiss him softly. Pulling back slowly, his lips follow you and you lightly laugh. You look at him with such love and wonder how you got so lucky.

Draco happens to be thinking the same thing as he kisses to again and rests his forehead on yours.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you more," you whisper back.

"Not possible, love"

#nina writes 🤭💗#draco malfoy #draco one shot #draco x reader #draco x you #draco fluff #soft draco #harry potter #blaise zabini #hufflepuff #slytherin #slytherpuff #draco x hufflepuff!reader #hogwarts #harry potter oneshot #harry potter fanfic #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter imagine #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

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moider-time · 1 year

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AU where Bruce Wayne is a voice actor.

He always had an interest in acting and would've tried it but his anxiety always stopped him from getting into the game. Even trying out for the school play would get him stammering and unable to read his lines. To this day, he mourns the fact that he never got to play Benvolio.

He had given up on his dream years before he heard that there was going to be a reboot of his favourite childhood cartoon, The Gray Ghost (all of Gotham probably heard the scream he let out when he heard the news)

Sadly some of the original cast had passed away before the reboot so they couldn't reprise their roles, and this includes the original Gray Ghost. So you have Bruce hoping like any other fan that they get a good replacement. He talks about it so much that Alfred jokingly says "well Master Bruce if you're so worried about it, you should audition"

And Bruce laughs but he can't stop thinking about it. He twists and turns in bed because the idea of playing The Gray Ghost, of being to kids what the original voice actor was to him as a child, he can't say it's not appealing. He dwells on it for the next few days and while he doesn't know if his inability to perform will extend to voice acting, he wants to try.

On his way down to auditions, he is sweating. He has to have Alfred drop him cause his hands won't stop shaking. Seeing all the people in the waiting room almost makes him turn back around but Alfred talks him back into it.

(I'd like to think that everyone else there either didn't recognise him because he barely leaves the manor or they recognised him and realised that this man is chock full of anxiety so it's better to not bother him)

So he gets into the booth and once he's started reading his lines, he really gets into it. It's so much easier for him to get into character when there aren't dozens of eyes on him. He finishes, thanks them for the opportunity, goes back to the manor, grabs his stuffies and screams into his pillow.

It's weeks later when he gets a call saying that they want him as the new Gray Ghost. He absolutely does not cry into his biggest teddy bear, what are you talking about? He does hug the crap out of Alfred though. They have cookies to celebrate.

Before you know it, everyone is in love with the new voice of The Gray Ghost. Both new and old fans agree that Bruce was a great choice. I can see Bruce using a pseudonym though. Bruce Wayne is a name that has a lot of weight behind it, weight that he doesn't want to feel when he's voice acting. So he asks them to credit him as Bruce Pennyworth or smth. Alfred is sobbing.

He requests to record his lines at home because he isn't always up for leaving the manor and he doesn't want to slow down production. He'd totally have a professional ass set up cause when he's interested in something, he goes in.

Bruce Pennyworth gets offered more voice acting roles whether it's for cartoons, movies, anime dubs or ads. Harvey and Clark both wondering why the voice over in an ad for toothpaste is about to make them act up. Every single one of the batkids went through the "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE BRUCE PENNYWORTH?!?" phase.

( @bruciemilf come get your juice)

#dc #batman #bruce wayne #battinson #alfred pennyworth #bruce on the masked voice actor au #the gray ghost #batkids #harvey dent #clark kent #bruclark #bruharvey #batman headcanon

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oleander-nin · 6 months

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Horrortober Day 21- Plead(Yandere 2012 Leo x Reader)

A/N, not important: Today and tomorrow stories are probably not gonna be the best, as I'm currently very worked up over school. Sorry for the inconvenience. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: lashings(?), abuse, dark themes, yandere themes

Words: 884

Summary: Leo really starts to crack down on your attitude

“Leo, Leo please, I’m sorry.” You sob, falling over yourself as you try to back away. His face is blank, a stern look in his eyes while he towers over you. He says nothing in response to your cries. They didn’t move him as they usually did, his walls not breaking nor his stern gaze fading. He was serious this time, and no amount of tears would save you.

He leans down and picks you up, his touch gentle despite the circumstances. You flail about in his arms, tears of desperation running down your cheeks. Your pleads and cries don’t phase him still, his blue eyes cold and hard. Maybe you should have thought through insulting him again just a little bit more, but it was too late now. Your words would be your downfall, until you learned to keep them to yourself.

Leo carries you through the lair while you flail and cry, his brothers looking down and ignoring your screams. Their faces were conflicted, feelings of pity and righteousness fighting with their loyalty for their brother. Mikey turns the volume of the TV up, trying to drown out your desperate pleas. While your cries only louden at the show of apathy, you weren't surprised. They had never helped you before, and you doubted they ever would. Not after you became what was essentially their older brother's stress toy.

The short walk to the dojo seems more like you’re being carried to your death, snot and tears mixing on your chin. Leo sets you down on one of the rugs that sits on the floor, his eyes daring you to move. You sink in on yourself, shaking pathetically while you wipe your face with your hands.

“Please, please I’m sorry. I won’t say it again.” You try again, hoping to appeal to his sense of empathy or compassion that he usually held with you. He sighs, moving closer once he grabs the soft rope and the thin bamboo staff that he used in times like these. He grabs your ankle when you try to crawl backwards away from him, dragging you across the floor to the wall with no care.

Despite not gaining any outward reaction, you continue to beg for forgiveness, digging your hands into his heart and not letting go. You can tell by his face you were starting to get to him, his steady hands gaining a slight shake as he ties the rope to the hook on the wall, then around your wrists. You pull at the ropes in hopes to get your wrist free, but hiss in pain. The knot constricts your wrists as you tug at it, sending splinters of discomfort up your forearms. Leo’s hand settles in the middle of your back, gently shoving you forwards and onto your knees. He keeps your forehead against the wall, your heart thrumming in your chest as you try not to panic.

You can’t see it, but you can hear the small woosh of the staff cutting through the air before it lands on the back of your calves. You scream at the hit, not caring how pathetic you looked and sounded at the moment. Your only thoughts were of the stinging pain on your legs, and the hope that Leo might take pity on you and stop early.

The staff comes down on your legs eleven more times, each strike pulling a scream from your throat. You were no longer holding yourself up, hanging desperately onto the rope that kept you still. Your pleads and cries morph together, only forming garbled whimpers while you try to process the pain. Leo’s hand comes back to your back, your body recoiling from the touch. You hear Leo sigh before the clatter of the wooden staff being dropped sounds next to you. One arm wraps around your waist the other loosening the ropes and sliding them off your now chafed wrists. He pulls you back, letting you fall against him so he could hold you tight. He doesn’t pay any mind to your weak struggles, his eyes focused on the floor beside your feet.

“It’s over now.” He mumbles, pressing a kiss to your temple. You only whimper in response, your face still mucky with the residue to your tears. Leo takes a breath, trying to keep himself calm so as to not scare you more. Your legs strung and throbbed, the hot red marks slowly morphing into deep bruises on your legs.

“Promise you won’t misbehave, and I’ll never have to do this again.” Leo says slowly, acting as if this was a normal thing to do. You nod anyways, not caring for the situation enough to fight him on it. You were afraid he’d just start again. Leo smiles, nodding as he pulls you closer to his chest, seemingly relieved at your promised obedience. He hated seeing you cry, even if he was the cause.

Leo shifts you, hooking one arm under your knees and the other under your shoulder blades, carefully lifting you. You wipe your face with your hands, the tears still falling even if the horrid actions ended. Leo tsks, but says nothing, only making the journey back to his room, lightly chiding Mikey to turn the volume back down so he doesn’t ruin his hearing.

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opossum-rights · 3 months

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The Way Things Happen

After being caught in a villain attack, your life is intertwined with those of the aspiring heroes that saved you.

<<Prologue|Last Part|Next Part>>

Word Count, 3.2k

Weeks after the incident, you’re finally discharged. Though it’s not the joyous occasion you thought it’d be. It’s about the time that work studies should be ending and the students set to return to the dorms, but everyone thought it would be better if you were to spend a couple of days at home first.

Wouldn’t want to overwhelm you by throwing you right back into the swing of things. You would have preferred it.

You’d even rather have one of your teachers pick you up and drop you off, despite how embarrassing that would have been.

“I bet you’re excited to finally be out,” a cheerful nurse exclaims as she assists you into a wheelchair. She’s well-intentioned, but it’s hard to keep the grimace off your face. You shuffle a bit, a hand pats you on the shoulder. The nurse seems to assume your sour mood is just you having a hard time adjusting to the wheelchair. She’s partially right; the seat is stiff after spending weeks sitting in a padded bed, and your leg is acting up from the new position.

She helps you down to the receptionist desk, where your guardian is signing the last of the paperwork. They turn to you, seeing you for the first time since you left for the agency on the morning of the robbery. They keep an impassive expression, with only a hint of judgment in their eyes as they look over your admittedly disheveled appearance.

Geez, you think, it’s not my fault I was stuck in bed with a broken leg.

“Looks like we’re all good to go!” Your nurse hands them the duffle bag your belongings were stuffed into. She starts pushing you towards the door, waiting for them to point out which car is theirs. With a bit of a struggle she helps you get set up in the passenger seat, placing your wheelchair and your bag into the back.

The nurse comes by your door to say her goodbyes, that she enjoyed meeting you but hopes she won’t see you again too soon. It makes you smile. She gives you a hug and waves as you pull out of the parking lot.

The only sounds you hear are the car and the ones that pass it. You and your guardian were never close-not that you particularly wanted to be, but it’d be nice living in a not-so-hostile environment. What silence is left is tense and uncomfortable.

“You’re going back to school in two days.” They state; no room for negotiation even if you wanted to. You only give a hum in response.

After an hour of packed roads and darkening sky your apartment building comes into view. You brace yourself for them having to help you into your chair. You barely talk, much less touch. They pull into the designated spot, shutting the car off and rounding the side. It’s definitely more of an ordeal than it was leaving the hospital-less gentle hands and more harsh movements. When you’re in they take your bag and drop it on your lap. You wince, feeling the edges of a book poking your thigh.

Somehow, the halls of your building are more drab than that of the hospital. You're moved into the entrance of your unit, then left to your own devices as they busy themselves in their room. The apartment isn’t anything special-just enough room for the two of you.

It takes some work; you’re not used to navigating yourself using the wheelchair. You tap the wall a bit going into your room and almost fall as you stretch to shut the door, but you make it in one piece.

You’re pretty exhausted, having moved more today than you had in weeks. Only having the energy to take your meds and shuffle into your bed, you throw your bag in the corner, not even bothering to change.

It’s around noon when you wake up; you’ve been spoiled by the lack of daily obligations you had in the hospital. For a while, you just lay and stare at the ceiling. Even with the sunlight phasing through the curtains, the room is still cold. All of the decor and items strewn about that made the place feel lived in were moved to your dorm. All that’s left is empty shelves and things you grew out of. Another thing you miss about the dorm is the noise. You can always hear your classmates moving about-never loud enough to bother you, just to comfort you that there’s life around you.

“Time to get up,” you mumble, sore joints making you groan as you move about. You get changed, taking a moment to look at your cast and the names on it. You find yourself missing the boys, only being able to meet up with Todoroki and Midoriya once more before being discharged. You haven’t heard anything from Bakugou yet, though you’re not entirely sure how to feel about him.

It isn’t worth the time to unpack, you think, you’re leaving again tomorrow. A bit of time is spent scrolling social media before a low rumble comes from your stomach. Even though you’re out of the hospital, you’re not really looking forward to lunch/dinner. Your guardian’s taste is just as bland as the food was back there.

Some leftovers would do, you grab a container from the fridge and warm it up in the microwave without bothering to see what’s in it. A bottle of water sits beside you as you eat in the living room, staring disinterestedly at the tv.

“One of your teachers is driving you back tomorrow.” A voice breaks you out of the clouds. They stand in the entryway, just getting back for the day.

“Oh, you’re not?”

“I have to work. Already took a day off this week because of you.” You wince at their accusatory glare, bringing your gaze down to your feet. Their eyes follow, pausing when they see the signatures-probably shocked you know people who would do that. You can tell when they read Bakugou’s, a light scoff sounding out. You don’t dare let your chuckle out until they leave the room.

The day had been spent doing absolutely nothing. You don’t have the motivation to do anything, you assume thanks to your dull environment. As it stands, you’ve been on your bed staring at your laptop for hours, trying to start on an essay. Sighing, you finally shut it, putting it to the side as you lean against the headboard.

You wish you were already back at the dorms. You wouldn’t call any of your classmates friends, but everyone was still casual with each other. They’d talk to you, offer a seat next to them at meal times, and generally make your school experience all the more pleasant. Hell, even the hospital would be better than here. The nurses were sweet whenever they came to check on you and you even had some nice conversations with other patients.

In general, you just wish you were anywhere else. You wish you didn’t have to feel like an unwanted guest in your own home, especially now that you have a broken leg and are treated like even more of a burden.

Getting caught up in your head, you almost fall right out of bed when your cell rings.

It’s Bakugou.

“H-hello?” You stutter out while bringing the phone to your ear.

“Where the hell were you?” an aggressive tone comes through the other side.

“What?”

“Weren’t you let out yesterday?”

“Of the hospital? Yeah, but they wanted me to spend some time at home first. I’ll be back tomorrow.” You’re confused about why he cares so much, and also surprised he hadn’t deleted your number yet.

…

There’s a stretch of silence for a few moments, so you decide to just ask what you’re thinking.

“How did you know I got discharged yesterday?”

“Deku and Icy-hot were bitching about how they couldn’t visit you yesterday,” it doesn’t feel like he’s telling the entire truth, but you’re still giddy at hearing that the other two were disappointed about not being able to see you.

“So you overheard them talking about me and got… worried when I didn’t show up today?” You try to think of a good word; immediately you can tell it was the wrong one.

“Why would I be worried about you? We’re in different courses, how the hell would I even know if you were at school or not!” You’re wondering about that yourself, but you think it’s better if you just leave it.

“Well, tell them I’ll be back on campus tomorrow, but my first day back at class isn’t until the next day.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. I’m sure they’ll be on you like mutts the second you get back anyway,” he states. It makes you smile a bit, you can tell he was wondering when you’d be back too.

“I’ll keep an eye out for you during lunch and stop by your table.” You say knowing that’ll get a reaction out of him.

“What? Like I’d want to hang around some extra like you,” he lets out a tsk.

“But didn’t you come visit me in the hospital?”

“Just to give that letter!”

You try to push down your laughter but can’t. It’s the first time in a long while you got to banter like this with someone.

“What are you laughing at?!” Little do you know, on the other side of the phone Bakugou’s cheeks started to heat up.

“Nothing, nothing! I’m just having fun talking to you.” There’s something about him. Even when he says harsh things you can tell he doesn’t always mean exactly that. It’s also just fun to egg him on.

“Having fun being a dumbass more like.” He mutters out, “I’m hanging up on you now.”

“Bye, Bakugou. See you at school!”

“No you won’t!” You hear a bang then the call cuts off.

What a guy. You can see why he’s such a hot topic around school.

The next morning, despite not having to leave until after noon, you get up extra early to get ready. You’ve found yourself putting extra thought into your appearance; knowing you were in the hospital for a while not able to take proper care of yourself has made you a little insecure. People at school were bound to notice you now that you’re wheelchair-bound.

You also need a little extra time to make it down to the parking garage, having to push yourself to the elevator.

The teacher who was sent to get you wasn’t there yet. You busy yourself on your phone.

Footsteps echo on the cement. A man steps around a car. Your eyes widen, he’s not one of your teachers. Bloodshot eyes copy yours. He glances around, probably expecting someone to have accompanied you down. He quickly schools his features.

“You’re the kid I’m supposed to grab? I’m Eraserhead.” He nods his head slightly in greeting. You lightly bow and introduce yourself. Still in his hero uniform; he probably just finished a class. The school day isn’t over yet-you really hope you didn't make him waste his prep time.

Here, he must see that you’re still not used to the wheelchair. He takes your bag and slings it over his shoulder, moving behind you to push you.

“Is this alright?”

“Y-yeah, this is fine. Thank you,” you rush out. It’s just as embarrassing as you imagined, even more so since they sent a pro hero when you were just expecting one of your business course teachers. Erasure helps you around to his car, smaller and more humble than you would expect from a pro hero. When you need assistance getting into the seat, he doesn’t make you feel like a burden. He’s gentle; studying your face for any sign of pain. He doesn’t rush you; letting you do as much as possible while acting as a support in case you need it.

In a way, he reminds you of your guardian-both not very expressive, both professional in going about their lives. But where they are cold under that solemn manner, he’s warm.

Must be part of being a hero, you think, caring about those more vulnerable than you, even if just in the little ways.

The drive back is spent staring out the window, quiet music being played on the radio. You assume he put it on for your sake, he definitely doesn’t seem the type to listen to girl groups.

“You can wait another day, if you want.”

“Huh? I’m sorry, what was that?” You backtrack thinking how rude that might have sounded.

“Your homeroom teacher is giving you the option to stay in tomorrow and attend classes starting the next day. Having just gotten out of the hospital, no one would blame you. You weren’t even supposed to be back on campus yet, but I was told your guardian insisted.”

“I think I’m fine,” you reassure. Sounds like they were eager to get you out of their hair.

“Speaking of which, thank you for taking the time to come and get me. I’m sorry if I took you away from work.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s my prep hour anyway. Besides, I need some time away from those brats.” He stretches his neck and sighs.

“Oh, yeah? I guess the students in your class do seem pretty eccentric,” you chuckle out. Having to spend all day with Bakugou would wear on the nerves.

“That’s one way to put it.”

“Still, I’d imagine the hero course draws in the interesting people. They’re a lively bunch compared to the business course, that’s for sure.” U.A.’s first and foremost a hero school, so every department has a different view of them. Jealousy and admiration from the general studies kids, a sense of comradery from support, and an analytical approach from business. They were definitely the stars of the show.

“That’s not always a good thing. Would’ve preferred it if some of them knew how to stay quiet.” The bags under his eyes stick out against his skin. You feel slightly sorry for him, but there’s an undertone to his words that expresses a sort of fondness. With all they’ve been through this year, it’s no wonder they’re such a close group.

Erasure parks the car in the staff parking lot, the first time you’ve seen it. You can confidently guess which of the other vehicles is Present Mic’s. He helps you back into your chair, not letting you carry your belongings when you offer.

The walk through campus to the dorms is pleasant; the sun warm on your skin. You take a moment to breathe in. It’s the first time you’ve really been outside in weeks. Even with U.A.’s towering buildings around you, you feel calm, happy to be back.

Your home for the next 2 and a half years comes into view, your class number in bold above the wide doors to differentiate it from dozens of identical buildings. The entrance is unlocked, and you’re pleased to see the common room no different. Various students’ things thrown about, not enough to be messy but enough to make the place feel lived in.

“Again, thank you so much.” You take the bag from Erasure, sitting it on your lap.

“Like I said, don’t worry about it. If you do decide to take tomorrow off, be sure to contact your home-room teacher,” he says, scratching the backside of his neck. He starts to walk off, pausing at the door before looking over his shoulder.

“Also, if there’s anything you need don’t hesitate to ask.” You figure he’s talking about you maybe needing help getting caught up. If that’s the case, you’d probably just go to your own teachers. He seems genuine though, so you smile and nod as you say your goodbyes.

You feel much more at home in your dorm room. Plenty of decor around showing off your current interests, being able to freely express yourself. It’s not a room in someone else’s house that you live in, it’s your own space.

You make quick work of unpacking, rearranging everything to how it was before you left. As you do, the sound of your classmates getting back bleed through the walls. The unintelligible conversations and footsteps down the hall were something you found yourself really missing while you were away.

Feeling truly comfortable for the first time in weeks, the afternoon is spent lounging around. A couple of your classmates stop by to welcome you back, even bring you dinner thinking you probably wouldn’t want to make the trip yourself. A knock hits your door, and sitting at your desk, just tell the person to come in. It isn’t anyone who’s in your class.

“Todoroki? What are you doing here?” You ask with a confused smile, waving him in. The boy looks a little lost, but softens up when he gets a good look at you.

“I stopped by the faculty office and asked your teacher for any papers that you missed getting.” He holds a small stack out to you, a grimace makes its way onto your face. Only two days and still so much.

“Are you okay? Does your leg hurt?” He sets the papers down on your desk, looking you over in concern. You shake your head and gesture to the stack.

“No, no! It’s just a bit much.”

“Oh,” he loosens up a bit, “if you have trouble catching up I could help.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I assume most of this is course related. Unless… you’d be willing to figure out agency financing for me?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“I could try. There’s definitely people at my father’s agency I could ask.” Todoroki furrows his eyebrows, nodding his head as he thinks to himself. You let out a little laugh, assuring him that you were just joking.

“By the way, how’d you know I was back today? I’ve been told that I was early.”

“Bakugou mentioned it this morning after Midoriya was wondering about it.” You imagine it was more like him yelling at Midoriya to make him shut up about you, but you knew he would end up telling them anyway.

“Well you’ll be seeing me around more starting tomorrow.” Though you never really saw him in school before your injury, so you’re not sure how much more.

You make a bit more small talk-mostly about what he and the others have been up to, how the rest of their work study was. The boy’s not much of a conventionalist, so you do most of the talking, but he doesn’t seem to get bored. You do notice he’s making more of an effort to pipe in now that it’s just the two of you.

Soon enough the room is bathed in an orange glow from the sunset.

“Thanks for stopping by, it’s been really nice seeing you again!” He gives you a nod, a small smile on his face making yours heat up.

“You’re welcome. I enjoyed our time together.” You can see why some of the girls around school call him a prince. He leaves, gently closing the door behind him.

You take a look through the papers he dropped off, wincing at what you read. An essay, math, an essay about math-maybe you could’ve used his help after all.

Just to add, all relationships between reader and the teachers/pro heroes are completely platonic. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #Bakugou x reader #Todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #katsuki bakugou #gn reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #bnha imagines #eraserhead

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bitchinbarzal · 9 months

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Here’s an angst idea

After having Wyatt, Mama B, and Mat decided that it was best if Mama B stepped back from her job so that someone could care for their kids 24/7.

Once Hockey season resumes, the weight of everything started to fall on Mama B a lot. 4 kids, and you’re practically a single mother. You have 2 kids in school with active hobbies, a clingy two-year-old and a newborn.

Her husband? He’s either on a roadie or going home late after celebratory drinks.

Then, they had a big fight one night. Mean things were said but Mama B’s stand is “You get to enjoy your life and career while I have to sacrifice mine. I love the kids but isn’t fair and I fear I’m losing my self of identity.”

After Wyatt was born, you’d decided to take the same six month break you’d taken with all of the other kids but as the time went on you felt like you should stay home and be with the kids.

So, you decided to take a leave of absence from the team indefinitely.

In the beginning, it was all fine. You were soaking up the newborn phase and then the off season came around so you didn’t feel any different.

When the season started back up again, Mat would come home telling you all about his day at the rink and you couldn’t help but become sort of jealous. You wondered what your boys were doing, how were the new guys getting on?

You loved Wyatt, this wasn’t about her. It was about feeling isolated from your friends, work and social life.

You sat at home alone watching stories of the devils on road trips, of your husband out drinking with his friends while you were surrounded by your sleeping kids.

During the day, you felt like you didn’t get a moment to breathe. Ryder had hockey practice almost every single night and Ivy was doing something if it was dancing, piano lessons or something. Along with the fact that the kids were still taking ASL lessons on top of all of that.

On Sunday Mat had an afternoon game and by the time he’d returned home you had already made the kids dinner and cleaned up, everything Mat promised to help with.

He walks in and the house is silent, apart from Wyatt’s gurgling.

When he enters the kids playroom he sees them all, you included having a conversation solely in sign language.

He frowns, not being able to depict the whole sentence only a few words.

“What you guys talking about?”

You all turn to look at him, you bounce wyatt in your arms.

“We’re telling Bailey a bedtime story!” Ivy announces proudly.

“You are?” He asks, walking in and picking Bailey up into his lap.

Bailey begins signing to Mat but his dad only frowns “I-I’m sorry bud I don’t know what you’re saying”

“Mat, he can’t hear you” you grumble “He’s not got his cochlear in”

Before Mat can defend himself, try and sign something to Bailey you take the toddler and mumble something about putting him to bed.

When you come back down, Mat has sent the two older kids to the playroom to watch a movie while Wyatt sleeps soundly in her bassinet by the couch.

You begin pottering around, cleaning the kids mess when Mat speaks “What did you get up to today?”

You don’t look up when you say “Same shit, different day”

He chuckles softly “they can be a little much huh?”

You scowl “and how would you know?”

Mat looks taken a back at your tone “what?”

“How would you know, Mat? How would you know what our kids are like; it’s not like you’re ever around”

You drop the rag in your hand and stare at him wildly “Well?”

He stutters “What is wrong with you?”

You let out a loud and tired sigh “What is wrong with me, Mathew is that I am tired! I’m so tired, I’ve never stopped all day since the day we brought Wyatt home and now you’re telling me you know what our kids are like as if you’re ever around!”

“I’m around-“ you laugh at that, laughing so hard you need to hold your stomach.

Mat stands there, looking like Bailey does when he’s in trouble until you stop “Oh sorry, that was a funny joke”

“It wasn’t a joke”

You point “no, you see it was a huge joke just like you Mat”

“You’re being so rude right now” is all he says and you pout, somewhat mocking him

“You know what’s rude Mat? The fact you can’t even speak to your own son” you shrug “because you’re not home to take the lessons that we agreed we would all take for Bailey!”

“I’m busy at the-“

“At the rink yes I know! I know Mat, because I wish I was at the rink, I wish I was with my team, I wish I was still at work!” You cried, angry tears lining your eyes.

He gapes “You’re mad I’m doing my job?”

“No!” You almost scream “I am not mad at you for doing your job, I’m mad at you because you stopped me from doing mine!”

“The NHL was my childhood dream y/n!”

You sob “It was mine too, Mat”

Both of your chests are rising with rapids breaths “I-I love you, Mathew and I love our kids. We have four beautiful babies here with us, but I cannot keep playing a backup role in the Mat show. I won’t do it”

Mat stands up straighter “The Mat show” he mocks “Like I haven’t always done the things you wanted, we moved house because you needed to work in jersey instead of New York, I gave up so much time chasing you while I was a rookie, everything-“

It hurt hearing that, that he felt like winning you over was an inconvenience.

“I never wanted you to chase me mat, and if you’re so resentful of it then maybe we would’ve been better of if you hadn’t tried”

His heart breaks a little, your suggestion that life would be better if you weren’t together definitely stung.

“You get to enjoy your life and career while I have to sacrifice mine, Mathew. I love the kids and I love you but all of this isn’t fair and I fear I’m losing my self of identity”

Mat is rendered speechless, he’s not sure what to say so he asks “Well What do we do now?”

You shrug “I don’t know, I’m going to put the kids to bed”

A little over an hour later you reappear at the kitchen door and he’s sitting with his hands grasping his hair waiting for you. When he hears you his head shoots up to look at you, eyes falling on the bag in your hand.

“Where are You going?”

You shake your head “Not me, you. I think it’s best if you find somewhere else to live for a little while Mat, give us some space”

“You don’t mean that, we can talk about this” he is almost begging and you.

You drop the bag on the floor and sigh “Please Mat, don’t make this harder than it needs to be”

“It should be hard! We need to fight for our marriage y/n”

“No, Mathew we don’t. Text me your training schedule for the next week and we can sort something out with the kids, Wyatt won’t be able to stay over night because she’s breastfeeding but the rest of them are fine”

Mat doesn’t know what to say, he’s at a loss for words this wasn’t angry words you were saying you were calm, collected and thinking this all through.

He was standing right in front of you. His fingers ghosted over your cheeks and he could feel your tears.

“Baby-“

“Please” you whispered “Please just go, I can’t do this”

So he did, and it hurt him so much to go but if that’s what you wanted he would do it. He went into the kids rooms and kissed them all goodnight before he left, residing at an Airbnb that he managed to find on such short notice.

he spent the entire night awake, looking through your Facebook at your wedding photos, you babies pictures all through tears he watched as his family slowly slipped further away from him and he wasn’t sure he could get a grasp on them again.

#mat and mama #life with ivy

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mymoodwriting · 5 months

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Because You're Mine

Female!Reader x Werewolf!SKZ

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Paranoia, PTSD, Nightmares, Nesting

Words: 4.5K

Chapter Three

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Prompt: With omegas completely removed from society, they needed their own communities and institutions to grow. All your life you had lived and gone to school alongside your fellow omegas, and orphaned alphas. You had managed to keep yourself together, but now at the university level, keeping your secret had grown impossible. You had to face your fears and make friends with an alpha eventually, and now was the time.

“Is that my hoodie?”

“No…”

You shyly hid your face by pulling up the hood, and scurrying off. You could hear Chan laughing down the hall before you closed the door to your room. You went to your desk and started working on your assignments. A while later there was a knock at your door, and you knew who it was. Still, you told them to come in. Chan came up behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leaning in close to breath in your scent.

“Yeah, that’s my hoodie.”

“It’s nice…”

“I know. When did you go through my closet?”

“You left it on the couch.”

“Ah, and you decided to take it for yourself?”

“I like it.”

“It does look cute on you.”

“Thanks.”

“How are your classes?”

“Good. You know it’s nothing too difficult.”

“But you do such a good job. I’m gonna make some ramen, do you want some?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, come by the kitchen in ten minutes.”

“Thank you.”

You continued with your assignments and once you made good progress you went to the kitchen to get yourself some ramen. As soon as Chan saw you he prepared you a bowl and slid it towards you. A moment later Jisung joined you, getting his bowl as well. The three of you ate together, and Chan decided to use this moment to make an announcement.

“So, since you’re both here. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What’s up?” Jisung questioned, mouth full of noodles. “You leaving us?”

“No, no, none of that. In fact, since y/n seems to be doing so well with me, we’re gonna move onto the next phase.”

“What’s that?” You wondered. “Are we gonna share a bed or something?”

Chan choked on his noodles and had to take a moment to compose himself. You felt a bit bad for saying something so shocking, but maybe you were dropping hints. Since he didn’t take it well, you figured not to mention it again. Although it would soon be your turn to choke.

“That’s not it.” Chan lightly chuckled. “In fact, we’re gonna have another alpha in the dorm.”

“What!”

You gagged on your food and immediately got up. You needed a moment to compose yourself and regain your breathing, looking back up at the two.

“You mean… there’ll be two alphas in the dorm…”

“Yes.”

“… why… you’re enough… and-”

“I know you’re okay with me being around, but the whole goal here is to make sure you’re comfortable around alphas in general.”

“But… but…”

“This alpha is a friend of mine, and I can vouch for them. They’re a good person.” Chan assured. “You can meet them tomorrow before they move in.”

“I don’t want another alpha in the dorm…”

“We’ll take things slow, okay y/n.”

You returned to your room without another word, thinking over what Chan had said. You knew this wasn’t his idea, and that he couldn’t change things either. The thought of another alpha in the dorm made you uneasy. You buried your face in the hoodie, trying to calm yourself down. If this one was good like Chan said there should be no problem, but you weren’t gonna know that for sure until you met them.

♥♥♥♥♥

After your classes the next day you went with Jisung to meet up with Chan and this other alpha friend of his. Jisung could tell you were visibly nervous, so he let you borrow one of his shirts to calm you down. It helped a bit, but meeting a new alpha still made you anxious. You waited out in the courtyard, and when you saw Chan with a stranger you hid behind Jisung.

“Hey you two, this is Minho, he’ll be moving in with us.”

“A pleasure to meet you.” Minho held his hand out. “Your name?”

“Jisung. Although-”

“Wow, look at you shaking hands. You’re doing better than-”

“Oh I’m not the one who’s shy.”

“Huh?”

Jisung slightly moved to the side, revealing you for a moment before you hid behind him again. Minho made a knowing look, gently stepping over to get a good look at you.

“Hello there.”

“…”

“My name is Minho, I’m gonna be your new roommate. What’s your name?”

“…”

“Chan has told me about you. There’s no need to be scared. I’ll wait for you to be ready.”

Minho stepped away, and gave Jisung a smile. He wouldn’t be moving in until tomorrow, but still had to pack things up so he excused himself. Once he was gone you tugged on Jisung’s arm to get his attention.

“Hm?”

“Can we go back to the dorm now?”

“You can’t just hide in your room.” Chan said. “Please.”

“Then why can’t we just do study sessions like before?”

“That was for you to get used to me as an alpha, and now that you’re comfortable in the dorm with me we need to keep going with the momentum. Multiple scents is a good thing.”

“Multiple… do you mean…eventually we’re gonna have others in the dorm with us?”

“If you haven’t noticed, our dorm has many empty rooms.”

You shook your head and decided to run off on your own, getting back to the dorm. You liked the way things were right now, but if there was going to be another alpha, then that meant Chan wasn’t really the one assigned to you. It was way too early for that kinda stuff anyway. Of course there was nothing you could do except stay in your room as you heard the other two welcoming Minho and helping him move in the next day. Chan tried to get you to come out to eat, but you didn’t want to, so he just left food by your door.

Minho was certainly well aware of your situation. In the mornings he’d always knock at your door and let you know he was leaving, so you didn’t have to worry about running into him. On campus you might catch glimpses of him, but he did nothing but smile and wave if he ever caught you staring at him. You couldn’t really bring yourself to be nice back, worried that those around him would start thinking they could be friendly with you, and they were all alphas too. You’d always text Jisung or Chan to ask if Minho was in the dorm, but even without an answer from them, Minho knew to keep a distance.

You didn’t like the idea of another alpha being around, but from what you could hear he was getting along nicely with Jisung. You were glad at least those two were working out. Although you knew you couldn’t avoid Minho forever. The two alphas were pretty much reporting on you to the headmaster, so if you didn’t start getting along with Minho properly, well, you didn’t know what would happen to you. Still, you weren’t ready for someone else, even if you caught their scent lingering all over the dorm. You couldn’t avoid him forever though.

So one night after staying up to study you snuck out of your room to get snacks. You were half asleep already, but craving something at the moment. The halls were dark and you were stumbling a bit. You wound up bumping into someone, and the two of you lost balance, collapsing to the floor. You fell on top of this person, and you soon had the scent of an alpha filling your nose. Chan was up late too, and you were kinda glad to run into him like this. Without much thinking you snuggled against him, sighing contently.

“So you do like me.”

The voice was not Chan’s, and you immediately yelled and got up. Your screams caught the attention of the other two, and before you knew it the lights in the hall were turned on. You saw Jisung peeking out of his room, Chan as well. Then you slowly looked down to see Minho getting up. Your eyes went wide as you realized a moment ago you had been snuggling against him, and he had a content smile on his face.

“I guess to a degree you are more comfortable with alphas. Or maybe it has to do with my scent being around the dorm, either way, I’m glad to know you aren’t afraid of me.”

“What happened?” Chan questioned. “Are you okay, y/n?”

“I… I… I thought…”

“She just stumbled into me and we both fell.” Minho explained. “She was just startled since it was both dark and we didn’t see each other.”

“Yeah.” You agreed. “I’m not hurt or anything, you can go back to bed.”

“Okay, just be careful.”

“Sorry…”

Chan and Jisung returned to their rooms, but before you could run off Minho grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him.

“You’re seriously not hurt, right?”

“No…” You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m fine.”

“What were you doing up this late?”

“Nothing…”

“Come on, I know that’s not true.”

“I… I just wanted some snacks…”

“Then let’s get you some before bed.”

“Wait-”

Minho dragged you along to the kitchen and sat you down as he went through the cabinets. You could probably run off now that he had his back turned, but you did want a snack. The two of you stayed together, sitting in awkward silence for a moment.

“You thought I was Chan, didn’t you?”

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay, I understand. You’re so used to having one alpha around, and in your state, you just assumed.”

“I don’t… hate you or anything… I just…”

“I know what happened to you, and I’m so sorry. Alphas like that aren’t the ones who will be around you. We may have advanced in our studies and training, but we don’t truly begin until after graduation.”

“So you don’t know why omegas need protection either…”

“I do.”

“You do!”

“Of course.”

“Can you tell me? It doesn’t make sense why omegas would get such serious protection and-”

“Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“You are worthy of protection. The last couple of days, even if we haven’t talked much, I know I’d want to protect you from all the bad things in this world.”

“Aish… you’re just saying that.”

“I’m not. It hurts to know something so bad was done to you when you have such a precious smile and heart. I wouldn’t want anything like that to happen to you ever again.”

“Isn’t that… just what every alpha thinks…”

“Perhaps. We all grow up with the idea that omegas need to be protected. Although getting to know you shows me that it’s not something ridiculous.”

“That’s nice…”

“I hope we can get to know each other better, and you won’t avoid me too much.”

“I’ll try not to.”

“Good. Now let’s get you to bed.”

Minho took your hand and led you back to your room, telling you to get some sleep. You wished him a good night before closing the door. You managed to sleep peacefully and this time when Minho came to knock on your door you opened it and told him to have a good day, and that you’d see him later.

“Look at you.” Jisung teased. “Getting along with both the alphas.”

“What? You do as well.”

“Yeah, but it’s nice to see. You’re not so shy and scared anymore, I’m proud of you.”

“Shut up.”

Since you were more open to socializing with Minho, he began to join you for group study sessions in the dorm. At first you made sure to sit as far as possible, but gradually you let him be closer. He was warm and comforting, just like Chan, so you had no reason to be afraid of him either. You would say hello if you saw him on campus, and would be happy to see him at the dorms. The others were all proud of your progress, and you were too. You knew that someday you’d have to get along with alphas, and this was a much better experience than you could ever have imagined. Although it couldn’t be perfect.

One evening you stayed late in the library to study, returning to the dorm around dinner time. Minho had already cooked, and left some food out for you. He and the other two had already eaten and were on the couch playing video games. You happily watched them play and they got very immersed in the game. They started shoving and spit out threats to each other. Jisung wound up backing out of things, telling them to calm down as well since it was just a game, but things only got more heated.

“Guys… cut it out…” Jisung struggled to speak. “… stop it… before-”

At first you thought it was all fun and games, but you began to feel the tension in the air. Just like Jisung, you were getting anxious. You couldn’t speak, but you wanted to. Although when you opened your mouth you suddenly found it hard to breathe, panicking. You fell off your chair and collapsed to the ground, hyperventilating. Your vision was a blur and you felt this weight on your chest. You were scared but you weren’t entirely sure of what. Jisung had heard your commotion and managed to get some clarity and rush over to your side. You tried to push him away, unsure of who he was, but he persisted until he had you in his arms. As much as he wanted to help he was also in a state of panic, but he managed some strength.

“STOP!”

Minho and Chan stopped their arguing and looked over at the two, the scent of fear hitting them both. Immediately they realized what they had done. They tried approaching but both you and Jisung flinched and moved away.

“I… fuck, I’m sorry.” Chan said. “I didn’t… we didn’t…”

“We… we know…” Jisung mumbled. “Just… not…”

“What do we do?” Minho questioned. “If we tell the headmaster about this, we’re both gonna be screwed…”

“We’ll… we’ll be fine…” Jisung said. “Call… Felix…”

“Felix?” Chan questioned. “What about him?”

“Who’s that?” Minho wondered. “Another alpha?”

“No, he’s an omega.”

“How does that help?”

“I don’t know, it’s Jisung’s idea.”

“Just… do it…”

“And you sure he won’t say anything?” Minho asked.

“I don’t think so.” Chan remarked. “But let’s just call him first.”

Chan and Minho stepped away from the two of you. Jisung had told them he had Felix’s number on his phone, and to text him. They waited anxiously and a while later Felix came to the dorm. He seemed so happy and eager to be invited over, that is until he saw the state Jisung and you were in. His eyes grew wide with concern.

“What did you two do!”

“It was an accident.” Chan explained. “We weren’t thinking and… we didn’t mean to scare them.”

“Aren’t alphas supposed to have control of their emotions?”

“Agents are.” Minho corrected. “But we’re not exactly there yet. This is why alphas and omegas aren’t usually left alone with each other.”

“So why are you all in a dorm together?”

“That’s not important right now.”

“Obviously.” Felix turned to you both. “What’s going on? What happened?”

“I… I’ll explain… later…” Jisung mumbled. “We… we need to… get away from them… can you… take y/n… to her room… please… and give her… your jacket…”

“Yeah, yeah sure. No problem.”

Felix took off his jacket and helped you to your feet, wrapping you up in it. Chan and Minho stepped away, letting Felix know where your room was. He sat you down on the bed staying with you for a moment.

“It’s okay, you’re okay now.”

You still found it hard to breathe, but at least the scent surrounding you now didn’t have any trace of an alpha in it. You didn’t want Felix to go, but you knew Jisung also needed help. He promised to return in a bit and left you alone. You were already so sensitive when it came to the pheromones of an alpha, but for Jisung to get messed up too, it was bad. Now that you were completely alone the tears started falling. When you closed your eyes the darkness took you back to that day. You fell to the floor and curled up, you could barely speak but you were crying out for help again. You kept at it until you passed out.

♥♥♥♥♥

Felix helped Jisung to his feet and into his room as well, although the boy wanted to get into the shower and clean himself up. After a few minutes under cold water he felt better.

“So, you gonna explain yourself now?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Yeah. You told me you and y/n were switching dorms, but you never said you were sharing it with alphas! Are you insane? Look at yourself, what if they had done something worse than just get mad? What happens when they get mad at you?”

“This was all an accident.”

“Still, you gonna explain?”

“Will you let it go if I don’t?”

“Not a chance.”

Jisung sighed. “You need to keep this a secret, you promise?”

“I promise, swear on my life.”

“Fine. Let’s just say something happened with y/n when she was young, and she doesn’t like alphas. The headmaster found out recently and-”

“Is that why a bunch of alphas were kicked out of school?”

“Yes…”

“Oh my gosh that’s insane! Everyone has been wondering what the reason was and-”

“You can’t tell anyone. I mean it Felix.”

“If the headmaster is involved in all this then I will keep my mouth shut. I don’t know what they’ll do to an omega that steps out of line…”

“Good.”

“So then why are you dorming with alphas if she has a problem with them?”

“Seriously? Look at our future, we end up with an alpha. If she can’t be around them, it’s a problem. So the idea here is to get her used to alphas.”

“Okay, okay, makes sense. But aren’t they gonna get in trouble for what just happened?”

“We’re not gonna tell the headmaster, that’s why we called you.”

“Me?”

“Needed an omega from the outside to help, and I trust you.”

“Thanks… although doesn’t this mean we shouldn’t leave y/n by herself.”

“Fuck.”

Jisung stumbled out of the bathtub, running out of his room and dragging water everywhere. Felix closely followed behind and the two burst into your room, seeing you curled up on the floor and trembling. Jisung scooped you up in his arms, trying to get you to wake up. After a moment you opened your eyes, relief flooding Jisung’s face. Although you started crying again, and he tried to sooth you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, nothing bad is gonna happen, you’re safe, I promise.”

When the two omegas had run out of the room both Chan and Minho got concerned. They peeked into your room, seeing that you were in Jisung’s arms and crying. They both so desperately wanted to help, guilt chewing them both out, but when Felix noticed them he shut the door. As much as they wanted to help, now was not the time. Jisung asked Felix to run a warm bath for you, needing to get you to relax. He did as he was asked, the two then helping you into the bath. You didn’t want to let go of Jisung, so he got in with you, keeping his arms wrapped around you. Eventually you stopped shaking, feeling much more at ease and like your usual self.

“Y/n.”

“Hm…”

“You think we can get out of the water now?” Jisung asked.

“Yeah, it’s getting cold.”

Felix wrapped you up in a towel when you stepped out of the tub. Jisung followed soon after and went to his room, saying he’d come mop when he was in dry clothes. You assured Felix you were alright and asked him to get you some clothes so you could change. At this point you might get a cold but you didn’t care. You got dressed and grabbed a towel to dry your hair, cautiously stepping out of the bathroom. Felix was waiting for you on your bed, relieved to see you up on your feet.

“Y/n, how are you feeling?”

“Stable… how’s Jisung?”

“He’s changing and drying off now, he’s okay.”

“And the others…”

“Uh, I’m not sure, but they’re worried, and very sorry.”

“I know… where are they?”

“They’ve been in the living room.”

“I’ll go talk to them.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Felix grabbed your hand. “You just got better.”

“And they’re worried sick and probably cursing themselves out. I know they didn’t mean to do anything.” You yanked Felix closer. “You’re coming with me of course.”

“Absolutely.”

Even if you were putting on a brave face, you were nervous, but you knew they needed some reassurance too. You carefully peeked into the living room, seeing the two on the couch, both anxiously waiting around.

“Chan… Minho…”

“Y/n!”

Chan got up, wanting to approach you but Minho held him back. By then Jisung had come over to join you, taking your other hand. He could tell you were still nervous, but he was quite happy to see you stepping up.

“Are you guys okay?” Minho asked. “We’re so sorry, we didn’t mean-”

“We know.” Jisung interrupted. “Still, in the moment it felt like you might do something to us.”

“We would never.”

“Still.”

“This won’t happen again.” Chan stated. “We’ll be more cautious. If you need anything else from us, just-”

“Will you…” You struggled to get the words out. “Will you… sleep with me tonight?”

“Y/n, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Felix said. “After what just happened.”

“I know I’m gonna have nightmares… but I’d rather have you two with me so I can remember there are good alphas…”

“Wait, both of us?” Minho questioned. “You want us both to sleep with you?”

“I’d feel better that way…”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Although I don’t think your bed is big enough for three.”

“We can gather some blankets and pillows.” Chan suggested. “And make a fort here in the living room, how does that sound? Then we can all stay together.”

“Me too?” Felix questioned.

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea for the omegas to outnumber the alphas tonight.”

Everyone agreed with Chan’s plan, so you got to work. Some of the furniture was moved around, and a bunch of blankets were brought over. Minho has turned on the TV for some background noise while you set everything up. It was very soft and cozy as you wrapped yourself up in a blanket and found a spot in the fort. Chan and Minho both cautiously took a seat at your side.

“I’m not scared.” You admitted. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

You focused on the TV, not wanting to let your thoughts drift to other things. The rest of the guys found a place to get comfy, everyone gathered together and watched TV in silence. You had a lingering sense of worry from the two alphas but you just took it as reassurance that they genuinely cared about you. At some point you began to doze off, your head lolling a bit before Minho carefully reached over and let you rest on his shoulder. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep. Chan lowered the volume on the TV, gently petting your head.

“She’s asleep.”

“I was worried she wouldn’t be able to get some rest tonight.” Minho commented. “I didn’t expect this though.”

“Y/n’s really trying to get over her fears.” Jisung said. “Although you two did not help at all tonight.”

“We know. You don’t have to keep reminding me.”

“Well, I should probably head out.” Felix mentioned. “Since she’s asleep now.”

“You can stay the night.” Chan offered. “It really would be better that way.”

“Alright. I guess I should come by more often to make sure you two don’t do anything crazy.”

“That might not be a bad idea.” Jisung said. “Why not just have him move in?”

“Wait, really?” Felix wondered. “Can I?”

“We have a lot of rooms.”

“That would be awesome. This place is way cooler and-”

“We can’t make that decision.” Chan interrupted. “The headmaster was the one that decided to have a co-ed dorm. I recommended Minho upon his request, but it’s out of our hands who can actually move in.”

“Why not just ask.” Jisung suggested. “I bet y/n would feel better with another omega around.”

“It wouldn’t hurt.” Minho added. “Y/n has been making progress, I mean, look at her now.”

“Yeah… Felix, if you agree to this, you’ll need to keep it a secret.” Chan stated. “Or else I don’t know what will happen.”

“I know, I know. I’m down to be your new roommate.”

“Just don’t get your hopes up.”

You snuggled against Minho, the boy pulling up a blanket to make sure you were warm. Everyone eventually fell asleep, although it was only normal you were all a bit sore come morning. Still, you had slept well with no nightmares, and that was worth the aches. Felix hung around with you more, it was only natural given he finally understood something so important about you. He’d even come by the dorm more often too. You were glad to have another friend, and happy that Chan and Minho didn’t object or say something. After the whole thing they had their guard up around you, but slowly they relaxed. You knew they’d do better, and you showed them nothing but trust. You had no idea something else was going on until it was brought to your attention.

“Guys.” Chan called as he entered the dorm. “I have some good news and bad news.”

“About what?” You questioned.

“It’s nothing serious.” Minho assured.

“But what is it?”

“So… Felix.” Chan looked over at the boy. “I spoke to the headmaster.”

“What did he say?” Felix asked. “Can I move in?”

“Wait, Felix is moving in?” You interrupted. “Since when.”

“Well… we all figured it would be best to have another omega around.” Minho explained. “So Chan asked about that, and I guess the headmaster liked the idea too.”

“Awesome!” Felix cheered. “I’m gonna start-”

“But.” Chan interrupted. “The headmaster doesn’t like the idea of the ratio being off right now.”

“What does that mean?” Jisung wondered.

“It means Felix can move in as long as another alpha does as well.”

“Cool. One for each of us.” Felix joked. “Do I get to pick?”

“You think we’re already paired off or something?” Jisung asked. “Cause we’re not.”

“Oh, I thought-”

“Felix doesn’t get to pick.” Chan cut in. “We all need to come to an agreement.”

“Y/n doesn’t know any other alphas besides us.” Minho reminded. “So how is that fair to her?”

“Well, I guess we just have to pitch our friends to her. Whoever we think can be trusted. Is that okay with you, y/n?”

“Uh… I… I guess… what’s another alpha in the dorm, right?”

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arialerendeair · 5 months

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Happy birthday once again!!!

For lil' drabble ideas, consider this: Hob works at one of those topless/bikini kind of coffee shops (maybe a guy version, so the outfits are scantily short shorts and leather harnesses or maybe he's the token guy at a bikini one so he goes and takes orders from guys that make his coworkers feel unsafe or something)

Dream, who just got a new job and needs a new coffee shop that's on his commute, tries this one out on Desire's recommendation (he should have known, in hindsight.) He goes once (doesn't get Hob this time around) but the coffee is genuinely delicious. And cheaper than others around. So Dream comes back. And then he finally gets Hob and he knows, after seeing how the (bikini top/harness/nothing?) looks on his glorious pelt of chest hair and how warm and inviting his smile is, Dream knows he can't ever go elsewhere.

And if the other baristas notice the largest tips from the hot goth twink always go to Hob, they'll never tell. But they do always make sure Hob's there to take his order instead.

I think my favorite thing about this is that Dream is initially like, "Meh whatever, they have good coffee" and then Hob shows up and BAM.

And Hob is that guy who started doing this to make a couple of extra bucks at school, nothing meant to be long term, and certainly nothing meant to be serious. He doesn't mind the lycra shorts that almost have his asscheeks hanging out, nor the fact that he's got a little bit of love handles hanging over the waistband. Nor does he mind the top/harness thing they're supposed to wear It's kinky, of course, but it doesn't phase him in the slightest.

He spent his entire sophomore college year sleeping with anyone (guy, girl, or otherwise) who looked at him sideways so he knows that despite not being conventionally attractive to some he's wanted by his fair share of people Hob's the type who loves people, so fucking much, and having a job where he gets to cater to that love, and to give people a bit of a show in turn? Well, that's heaven if he ever saw it.

So he keeps the harness as his shoulders broaden and the shorts get a little bit tighter as he goes from scrawny college student to someone closer to their thirties than their twenties, and then someone in his thirties. Hob is well-aware that he has a specific clientele that comes in for him (determined to sit in his section, at least, when he's not working the register) - a handful of middle aged ladies who sport a permanent blush in the shop, a few younger boys who want something that he won't give them, and others who don't give a damn about the overall experience of the shop, they just want coffee.

(The people desperate for their coffee fix are Hob's favorites.)

Which is precisely how Hob meets the wraith of a man he starts calling his Stranger. The man, prior to his coffee, seems to have a permanent scowl etched on his face, but there's this LOOK he gets, after he takes his sip and tips his head back just a fraction that Hob... well. He's certainly not immune to it, and sometimes he's damn glad for the counter between them. It takes more than a dozen meetings where his Stranger just stares blearily at him as he dutifully recites his order, but then It happened.

It was June 7th. It was a Wednesday. It was moderately cloudy outside. Hob was tired. The waistband on his shorts was going, and the harness today was not sitting right no matter what he did. He tugged at it impatiently as he typed in his Stranger's order and heard a sharp, pointed intake of breath. When he looks up, his Stranger is staring at him, and the clear lust in his eyes is enough to have Hob ready to vault over the counter.

There's one beat, two, before his Stranger clears his throat and offers his credit card. Hob takes it and nearly drops it when his Stranger licks his bloody lips and then bites one, all without looking away from where the harness is digging into his skin more than it should be. Hob swipes the card, not wanting the moment to end, but he is at work, and well. The people who looked at him like this weren't ones he usually wanted to devour alive.

He hands the card back and their fingertips brush, and Hob prays he isn't imagining both of them shivering. There's a moment, both of them still staring, and fuck he's going to have to duck into the back room because these shorts really are TIGHT and don't leave anything to the imagination...

"Will..." His Stranger's voice is insanely deep on a good day, but now it sounds half strangled and Hob wants nothing more than to hear it when it's because the man has had his cock down his throat and... he really needed to not think that at work.

"Will you be here, later? I'd like..." His Stranger paused, considering. "To sit at a table in your section."

How the hell a relatively innocent question sounded precisely like a proposition, he had no idea, but his Stranger had managed it. Well-aware that his face was bright red, Hob manages to stammer out that yes, he will be working later, and his Stranger is welcome to one of the tables. He gets one more nod from his Stranger before the man is walking away and Hob knows he is staring at the not particularly substantial ass hungrily, because two of his coworkers make it a point to wolf whistle. Loudly.

Later, when his Stranger sits down with his computer and demands a bottomless cup of coffee, Hob wonders precisely what he is up to. It's only when he brings the check at the end of the night and his skin prickles over with the weight of the stare levelled at him, and his Stranger's hand settles over his as he puts the check down. Hob's heart is pounding as he watches his Stranger struggle for the words, starting and stopping several times over. Eventually, Hob has to save the man from himself, because he wants to climb him like a tree.

"If you're attempting to figure out how to proposition me, I get off work in thirty, I will keep my work uniform on under my clothes and we can go back to your place because I have a roommate and figure things out from there," Hob offered, cocking his hip as he leaned against the table. His forwardness pays off, because his Stranger's mouth drops open and his expression is RAVENOUS. Hob has never wanted to be devoured more.

A single nod is enough to have him grinning, bright and wide. He gives his Stranger a wink and runs his card, before going to clock out. If he made sure that his Stranger saw just how excited HE was as he walked away from the table, well.

No harm in making sure they were on the same page, after all!

#Aria Posts #Aria Answers #Dreamling #Birthday Prompts #kydrogendragon

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classic-maya · 1 year

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why did Justin fall for Brian?

Ahhh, I love this question because I feel like it is more complicated than answering why Brian fell for Justin but I’ll give it my best shot.

After their first night together when Justin says he is in love with Brian I think he has a naive understanding of what love is at that point. He is infatuated with this handsome, confident, wealthy guy who took him home, let him join at the hospital during one of the biggest nights of his life, and then gently took his virginity. I really like that all the way in season 4 Justin says they made love that first night and when Brian disputes it he says "It was love to me." Even if it was infatuation, Justin is right, that night, that moment, that whole experience was love to him.

Despite not being able to remember his name, Brian made Justin feel like he was the center of his world that night and Justin had never experienced that before. I think it’s that initial spark that pushes Justin to be so resilient and keep seeking Brian out. I mean how do you get over a man who says "you can see me in your dreams." !!!

Later on I think Justin falls in love with what Brian represents. Brian is freedom incarnate; he will say anything, do anything etc. When the audience meets Justin he is entrenched in his rebellious teen phase. Don't forget that Justin is 17 running around all night. He is the kid who told his teacher to fuck off, told his mom that he likes dick, and in an absolutely iconic statement after his dad threatens to send him to military school to learn some discipline replies with "I know all about discipline and you should see me take it like a man."

In many ways, Brian is in the same place emotionally as Justin in season 1. He is chasing his youth. He is angry at the world, he likes being an outsider in society and he revels in it. He doesn't care about driving around in a vandalized car painted with the word “faggot." I mean for goodness sake Brian drove through a fucking car dealership because the seller said something mildly homophobic. Justin finds Brian's fuck you attitude ridiculously attractive. The persona of Brian no excuses, no apologies, no regrets Kinney is Justin's first love.

But over the course of the first season, Justin's understanding of love and his understanding of Brian both develop. Justin is suddenly dropped into this very adult world that is different from his WASPy upbringing with two parents who have fallen out of love with each other. Justin has adult friends for the first time and he gets to see how Melanie and Lindsay love each other. How Michael and Brian love each other and Ted and Emmett and how Debbie as the matriarch loves and cares for all of them. I think he comes to the mature idea that you don’t just fall in love with someone and everything is fine, you decide to love someone and then you hold on to that decision and make lot of little decisions in order to keep loving them.

In the first season while Brian struggles with himself and his love for Justin, he keeps hurting Justin in an effort to push him away. He tells him not to trust people, he flaunts his tricks in front of Justin, he is downright mean to him at times. I love this scene in 1x17 when Justin tells Brian “Being mean to me has never really worked, you should try another tactic.” He is telling Brian that he’s got his number and that can’t get rid of him that easily. He then says “I’m killing you with kindness.” From the start, I think Justin saw through Brian’s bluster and just dug down until he could see the scared boy behind the walls Brian built around himself.

I honestly don’t think anyone else in the show understood Brian as much as Justin. Justin notices all of the little ways that Brian sacrifices himself to help his friends and others. Brian has a reputation for being selfish, but Justin peels back the layers and sees how Brian uses that assumption as cover.

And while Justin does eventually lose his infatuation, he still loves Brian because he already made a decision to love him and to love him for the man he is and not for everything he represents to him. Brian is no longer a symbol to him but a human being with significant flaws and insecurities. This is where I see a massive difference between Michael’s love for Brian and Justin’s love for him. Michael idealized Brian but never got over his hero worshipping crush. Anytime Brian acted outside of how Michael expected him to he was overly upset and confused. While Brian obviously hurt Justin’s feelings sometimes and they misunderstood each other at inopportune moments, overall Justin was able to accept and love Brian as a person not a persona.

Another one of my favorite scenes is in 1x11 after Michael’s birthday party and everyone else abandons Brian but Justin just says “I guess you’re going to need someone to help you clean up this mess.” As an audience, it’s one of our first indications that Justin really gets Brian. Although everyone else thinks he is an asshole, Justin knows what his true intentions were. I also like the use of the word mess in this scene. He is not just talking about the party leftovers but everything. It is also a small little commitment. Justin isn't going anywhere, he is going to love Brian even when it’s messy and difficult.

Of course, if I'm arguing that Justin made an active decision to love Brian that begs the question why did he leave him in season 2? I don’t think Justin ever fell out of love with Brian. Even in the cheating era I don’t think either of them stopped loving each other. Justin was very hurt and he wanted to see what life was like with someone who was deliberate about showing and stating their love for him unlike Brian. Obviously, Justin shouldn’t have betrayed Brian by cheating but I don’t blame him for wanting something else, nor do I blame Brian for not being able to give Justin what he needed at that time. I think Justin was so shocked by Ethan’s betrayal again because he is a bit naive and did not realize that someone can say they love you 10 times a day but not mean it the way you want them to. On the other hand, although Brian couldn’t let himself say it he showed Justin in every way he knew how that he was important to him and he cared about him. Also, one more reminder that Brian NEVER broke their rules and I think Justin knew that and realized that was what he wanted way more than someone who spoke the right words but didn't follow through with real action.

TL;DR Justin fell in love with Brian over and over for so many different reasons. Because he was sensitive and gentle, because he made Justin feel important, because he represented Justin's anger, rebelliousness, and the freedom he desired, because he loved Justin unconditionally even when it was messy and difficult.

#queer as folk #qaf #britin #brian kinney #justin taylor #brian x justin #I would love to hear other people's thoughts on this too!#orig #asks #qaf meta #anon

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My Winter 2024 Watchlist & Opinions

The feared time has come. After avoiding this post like the plague, I finally put myself to write my pretty unnecessary thoughts on this season that's departing next week or so.

Admittely, it wasn't that big of a deal, but that might be because the bigger titles will come out the following season? (Should I also make a post about that?)

Anyway, let's get started!

Boku no Kokoro no Yabai Yatsu 2nd Season

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

CW: cringey teenagers

Here, we one again get to follow our favorite middle school duo—the edgy boy and the gluttony in human form—as they grow up and find out just how complicated being a teen can be. Awkwardness, idiots and cutsie romance ensured!

This series is just so damn adorable, man! And awkward, holy fuck it can be awkward. But being a teenager is, in big part, going through the cringiest phases possible to cleanse the karma of a lifetime, so is that a bad quality or an amazing depiction of real life?

Anyway, my guys are back and I can't explain just how happy I am about it! I'm usually not that fond of school romances since, well, they tend to be too immature for what I'm currently looking for. This was made especially obvious since I began watching more and more series centered around adult characters.

But this series is quite different—they're immature, yes, but it's not as annoying as they tend to be. You know why? Because they found out about this thing called communication. Yes, they're not the greatests at it, but at least they're trying!

I've been thinking on checking the manga out, although I haven't decided yet. If anyone here has read it/is up to date, should I get into it or wait until next season comes out?

BUCCHIGIRI?!

Action, Supernatural // ☆☆

CW: big ammounts of cringe

Arajin Tomoshibi's reunion with his old pal Matakara Asamine takes an unexpected turn when they stumble into a brawl with the toughest guys in town. And just when you thought things couldn't get weirder, a colossal genie decides to drop in. Brace yourself for the ultimate showdown. It's the clash of the cool and the magical!

(Yes, I stole the summary from AniList. Couldn't bother to write something down for this one).

This series comes from Utsumi Hiroko—the same woman who worked on Free! and Banana Fish, the mind behind SK8; one of my biggest comfort shows. And honestly, it shows!

Because BUCCHIGIRI?! is an amalgamation of all her previous ones.

You have the childhood friend pair composed of the Gentle Giant™ (who's quite literally Makoto 2.0, personality and appareance wise) and a dude who has only one goal in life—for Haru, it was to swim free style. For Arajin, is to get laid. And no, I'm not kidding.

Then you get the delinquents (I refuse to call them gangs. They remind me too much to the Tokyo Revengers guys, and I despise that show) and their corresponding leaders—the fruity freak (who I love, ngl) with the obssesive, brocon little sister (who I despise, ngl), the big ass bitch whose age's unknown but seems too old to be hanging around teens, and later on we get a guy who reminds me a lot of Jamil from Twisted Wonderland only that he's utterly pathetic, a professional crybaby and, overall, unbearable—entirely different from my totally cool and more than respectable guy.

There's not much to say about the rest of the cast since they're forgettable to a fault, having little to not charisma. Expect for the skirt guy, he's neat.

When it comes to the supernatural side of things, ugh. The dude who follows Arajin around is exasperating and so cringey I tend to skip fowards when I know a joke—the joke, the only thing he knows besides fighting—is coming.

Speaking of which, the fight scenes are cool, MAPPA doing their best as always. I just wish they would beat up Arajin more often (and that he didn't have to scream his primal urges every time he's going for a punch).

And, for fuck's sake, don't get me started on Arajin. He's the worst protagonist this woman has ever come out with—zero charisma, a total asshole, a terrible friend, and a guy who'd make you want to die if he ever got a crush on you.

I'll cut it here since it's getting too long and I don't wanna get into spoiler territory (in case anyone cares about that), but yeah. I don't recommend, at all. Go watch her other shows instead.

Dungeon Meshi

Adventure, Comedy, Fantasy // ☆☆☆¾

CW: blood, death, violence

While exploring a dungeon, the adventurer Laios and his party are confronted by and lose against a red dragon—they're left without money, provisions and Laios' sister. But not everything is lost, since they can still save her while the creature digests its food. The problem is, they can't fight with an empty stomach!

The best show of the season, hands down. Not like it had much competition to begin with, but anyway.

When I first heard about the show's plot, I admit it, it didn't call me at all. But certain someone (*cough* @arataka-reigen *cough*) convinced me to give it a try. And here we are!

Honestly, I haven't had a laugh like this with an anime in so long! Not only because of the jokes, but the characters are perfectly designed for the viewer to laugh with and, most importantly, at them. I actually have the theory that they're the ones responsible for the BUCCHIGIRI?! cast's lack of charisma. I mean, they had to steal it from somewhere—is too much!

From what I know, more characters are yet to appear (I saw a catgirl and, as a cat lover, I just gotta see the catgirl) and the story gets darker with time (in case episode eleven wasn't enough hint for you).

I can't wait to see what this story has to offer next!

Gekai Elise

Comedy, Fantasy, Romance // ☆☆½

CW: tracheotomies without gloves

In seek of redemption, Takamoto Aoi becomes a doctor to help those who she would've either mistreated or ignored in her past life. Sadly, she gets involved in a plane crash and dies—only to wake up as her past self, ten years before her demise! She'll now look to become a surgeon once again, in the hopes of changing her fate.

If I had to describe it with one word, it would be meh.

The characters, the plot, the romance—it's all pretty average. A wet piece of cardboard is way more interesting than the entire cast and the story put together. The love story is whatever, not engaging enough to get me interested on their scenes.

What I would've liked is if they went on and changed the affections names for something more fantasy-ish or that has to do with the world in which they live in—I highly doubt these people knew about the existence of Dr. James Parkinson, so why would they name a disease after him? That sorta thing, you know?

But anyways, basic ass story with basic ass characters, and I'm a fool for having given it a chance.

And if I may ask, where the hell is the lamp?!

HIGH CARD Season 2

Action, Fantasy // ☆☆½

CW: cultural appropiation (?), blood, some violence

The High Card team keeps on fighting to mantain peace in the city, all meanwhile some of its members are still dealing with past consequences. But when new trouble surrounding the cards surges, they have to get to work to save the day once again!

Look, if the summary ain't shit is mainly because this show has me so uninspired. The only reason why I didn't steal it from AniList is because it doesn't have one.

In case anyone wonders why I'm still watching this show, same. I guess season one wasn't that bad for me to go and drop it, so I decided to give it a second chance. Do I regret it? Mmh, kinda.

To be honest, it's not entirely bad. I mean, it's certainly worst than its predecessor, but it had an interesting section that had me paying a little more attention than usual for like, two episodes or so. And then it lost me again.

The section I'm talking about is around episodes five to seven, where—and spoiling as little as I can—things get rather dramatic. It felt like a cry for help disguised as character growth that did nothing, absolutely nothing, to the characters themselves. They could've skipped those episodes and it would've been business as usual.

In the first two episodes we get introduced to his superhero-like guy who loves spitting random words in Spanish and, no, he's not even Hispanic. Then, he proceeded to not appear for the rest of the season. At least for now, we're currently in episode ten. But even if he were to appear once again, I don't think there's enough time to develop him or create a plot surrounding his cringey ass.

Also, and this might be petty as hell: they never explain why the cards look like the poker ones? I mean, they shared the lore behind them, yet that didn't explain this? How did they come out with the cards' and combination's names if they're supposed to not be poker related?

Hime-sama, "Goumon" no Jikan desu

Comedy, Fantasy // ☆☆¼

CW: none

Amidst the war between their kingdoms, the Princess is captured and imprisoned by the demons alongside her mythical sword and companion, Excalibur. It all seems grim for these two but, when the time comes around, the demons' torture methods seem a bit... gourmet?

I came into this show solely because of the trailer. What can I say? It looked nice. And to be honest, the entires series does.

These type of shows don't tend to be my cup of tea, but I thought it could turn out to be something similar to Maou-jou de Oyasumi—something that doesn't catch me at first, yet its second half leaves me wanting some more of those charismatic characters (Twilight my beloved).

The problem here is that God, it's repetitive. This series has one sole formula and will repeat it till the end of times, with barely some exceptions.

As LunarEquinox would put it, "it not her being tortured, it's you being tortured by repitition".

Kyuujitsu no Warumono-san

Comedy, Slice of Life // ☆☆☆½

CW: none

Planet Earth and its habitants are in danger; they've become the main target of an evil intergalactic organization who seeks to rule the world! The Rangers do everything in their power to defend the citizens from the General—but today's his day off.

Another fluffly, non plot-centric series. But this one I'm quite fond of.

I guess it's because I really like the «gap moe» concept? The difference between the protagonist's intimidating and powerful look at work and his casual, awkward and panda-obsessed self once he's home it's pretty adorable. It's like he goes from being a lion to one of those long ass domestic cats who'd let you hold him if close enough—only that I think he's supposed to be a lizard(?) of some sorts.

But it's not only him; you also get to see his coworkers with are all very formidable, and even the Rangers themselves. Red having no sense of orientation whatsoever is too relatable, I hate it here.

Not much to say, really. It's just a show about a long ass dude on a trenchcoat whose (most probably, undiagnosed) autism gets him to buy anything panda-related. If he were to become the ruler of the new world, I wouldn't oppose to it.

Loop 7-kaime no Akuyaku Reijou wa, Moto Tekikoku de Jiyuu Kimamana Hanayome Seikatsu wo Mankitsu Suru

Fantasy, Romance // ☆☆☆¾

CW: violence, mentions of war

Rishe Irmgard Weitzner, a duke's daughter, has lived many lives—and it's not a saying. For the past few decades, she's been trapped in a timeloop where her engagement gets called off at age fifteen and, from then fowards, she's decided to go down different paths. A merchant, a doctor, a maid—whatever called her attention. Is in her seventh time she become subject of the affections of infamous crown prince, Arnold Hein—the very same man who'd killed her in one of her past lives as a knight. When he asks Rishe to become his wife, she decides to utilize her every skill to avoid the upcoming war.

This one's different from the others, in the sense that I wasn't there when the first episode premiered. I guess it hadn't caught my attention (and the way they colored the hairs looked so bad to me at times, and still does). But again, certain someone began posting about it and I couldn't help myself.

I found this series to be a tad more interesting than the average female public-centric fantasy series. They actually cared to build an appealing plot with its politics and all, while also giving us an attractive main couple whose chemistry is quite nice. I like it when the characters banter, they go back and forth a little bit, but still show feelings for each other—is entertaining, isn't it?

While it's not my favorite series from this season, I do find it highly recommendable—independently of whether you're already into this type of shows or you'd like to give them a try.

Majo to Yajuu

Action, Adventure, Drama, Fantasy // ☆☆

CW: violence, blood

A guy carrying a coffin alongside his companion appear in a town, searching for the witch who cursed her and fighting some others in the meantime.

I love dark fantasy stories, so when I stumbled upon this show it grabbed my attention almost immediately. The whole concept of wiches, curses and different types of magic has always been a concept I quite enjoy. When it's well done, that is.

What Majo to Yajuu brings to the table is an uninspired series that unapologetically grabs concepts from other stories similar in concept, and doesn't even try to do anything new with them. The magic system is has is so average and uninteresting, and the same happens with the different conflicts that surround the main plot.

And even when it is supposed to have a more mature tone, there are times where they spoon feed you basic information as if you were too stupid to comprehend the intricacies of something you've seen multiple times—not even in other places, but in the same show, even the same episode.

The characters are heavily boring, the main duo being the most salvable of all. They do have some chemistry, but it's just not enough.

Anyways, just another letdown.

Metallic Rouge

Action, Mystery, Sci-Fi // ☆½

CW: violence

In a future where humankind coexists with androids called Neans, a group of them known as the Immortal Nine rises to cause havoc in society. Rouge, a Nean, alongside investigator Naomi are tasked with going all the way to Mars to stop them.

Also known as Bones' 25th Anniversary project, Metallic Rouge arrived to put many interesting question on the table—question that have been talked about multiple times in movies and series revolving androids and robots, yet is always cool to see what different authors have to say about the matter.

Sadly, the way they decide to manage the story is quite futile when it comes to enjoyment. That is, they decided to take the "show, don't tell" narrative route—something we've seen in series like Tengoku Daimakyou, and damn if it worked there. The thing is that this narration style is rather complicated, and can't be saved if done wrong.

Well, guess what happened?

Whether it's the scripwriters' fault or not, I've no idea. The only thing I know for sure is that they fucked up. The give you little to no information, which doesn't help the viewer to try solving the mystery by themselves nor succeeds at keeping them engaged. The only thing attractive enough are the fight scenes, but they become more are more scarse as the episodes go on. Is then when the staff realizes they messed things up, and as a result you get episode nine—a huge ass info dump, with twists that no one would've been able to guess since they hadn't given us enough hints to even get a hunch of what could be going on.

An absolute mess and a masterful class on how not to do things.

Ninja Kamui

Action, Adventure, Drama, Sci-Fi // ☆☆☆¾

CW: death, fire, blood, violence

Higan is a retired ninja who lives in hiding with his family in rural America. One night, assassins from his former organization end up slaughtering both his wife and son due to him breaking their ancient code. Now seeking for revenge, Higan goes back to his old ways in the means to make them pay.

This one is such a wild ride! From the same director who worked on Jujutsu Kaisen's first season, we get an action-packed revenge series.

Yes, it might not be the most original or complex plot of all times, yet that's not its main focus. What it is its main focus are the fight scenes which are absolutely amazing, so fluid and entertaining. You won't be able to take your eyes from the screen!

Even then, the characters are compelling enough for you to either root for them or hope for the hero to end their lives once and for all.

This series is an absolute banger and no one should sleep on it!

Ore dake Level Up na Ken

Action, Adventure, Fantasy // ☆☆½

CW: death, violence, blood, edgelords

After being slaughtered by monsters in a dungeon that was far from matching his rank, Jinwoo, or "the weakest Hunter of all" as called by many others, wakes up only to find out he now that the "System" by his side. This program that only he can see will help him do the impossible—level up.

So here we are, huh.

The biggest anime this season, and it's a fucking power fantasy with extra steps. I swear to God...

Jinwoo is a boring ass piece of wet cardboard, which is meant for the viewer to find it easier to self-insert as him. Those around him are either beings with no personality at all, default mean guys, or the love interest that just has to be there to tell us just how cool and attractive the protagonist has become—not like we needed her for that, since everyone is a simp for that guy for some hell of a reason—and to be saved because she'd be dead without him.

The only thing worth your time would be the action scenes, but since they depend so much on the viewer's hype, and that mainly comes from those who root for the protagonist, it just doesn't work on me.

This shit's boring, man.

Yubisaki to Renren

Romance, Slice of Life // ☆☆☆½

CW: ableism

Yuki is just your average college student who struggles with classes as one does. One day, she gets helped in the train by an upperclassman named Itsuomi. That's when he finds out that she's actually deaf.

One of the most hyped up series from this season, and for good reasons. Not only is a shoujo—sadly, this series don't tend to get anime adaptations as often as their counterparts—, but is a rather well known one.

To the surprise of no one, this is one fluffy series! The characters are all charismatic and sweet, some more than others, and their personalities and struggles feel very human.

The romance is adorable, although I have it hard to not see Itsuomi as someone who's trying to complete a dating speedrun—might be my demi ass, but they've known each other for like, what, two to three months? And they're already dating?

Yuki's deafness is touched upon with such respect, except for when Oushi opens his fucking mouth. I don't know if it's him or the author themself who sugarcoats his ableism as if it came from sheer worry for her future, but saying deaf people should stay at home is in no way a cool thing to say or think. I doubt he'll stay like this forever, but warning you just in case it results uncomfortable for someone.

To end on a more positive note, I love the fact that they center so much around the character's lip movements! It just feels right for the themes that the series touches upon.

Yuuki Bakuhatsu Bang Bravern

Action, Comedy, Mecha // ☆☆☆½

CW: violence, war, torture (it's just one scene)

In a world where the military utilizes mechas as weapons, Oahu island, where both the Japanese and American troops are located at the moment, gets attacked by an unknown, intergalatic enemy. They'll now have to join forces to defend the planet.

I think it was Mother's Basement's video that convinced me to give this show a chance and, honestly? I don't quite regret it. After all, I like parodies and mechas, so why not combine both?

Given, I haven't watched every mecha anime there is out there—and with that, I mean that I've yet to watch Gundam which I think was a major inspiration for this one series. But even if you haven't watched it either, that doesn't mean you won't get to enjoy it.

It does make references to the genre's different tropes, yeah, but it serves as a standalone. The comedy works even if it's your first mecha series since some scenes are just so absurd.

The characters are cool, each and every one of them having enough charisma for you to be able to remember them through the entire season. They all have enough chemistry with each other to make their bonds belieable.

With time, the series starts leaving the comedy aspect aside and gets more centered around its actual plot—although the laughs never truly leave. And it actually works, which I admit surprised me a bit.

A series curious enough I think you should give it a chance.

#dungeon meshi #solo leveling #bucchigiri?!#yubisaki to renren #boku no kokoro no yabai yatsu #metallic rouge #ninja kamui #high card #7th time loop #hime sama goumon no jikan desu #majo to yajuu #kyuujitsu no warumono san #gekai elise #yuuki bakuhatsu bang bravern #winter 2024

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 1 year

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Dick Grayson x fem!!reader

Where the reader sees her ex and Dick is with her and she doesn’t like it. He is just annoying her that she doesn’t have a boyfriend and that she is a loser or whatever you want. So Dick sees this and doesn’t like it and pretends that he’s her boyfriend but the ex doesn’t believe them and then you can go on from that

Thanks

Hi, I'm going to quickly do this on my phone, while I'm taking a break from work. So I apologise for any errors.

The mall problem.

Warnings" swearing.

"Hey, I'm just going to duck in here and grab something," Dick says, turning you around and heading back down from the direction you just came from.

It's not that you hate Christmas shopping, but with Dicks 6+ siblings to buy for you feel like you've been stuck at the mall all day.

"Cool, I'm just going to head down to hot topic and grab something for Cass. Meet me there."

You're looking through the various tops, trying to find one in her size when someone catches your eye. Fuck. She must've heard you think it, her eyes immediately meeting yours.

"Hey!" Clementine calls, waving to you over the racks of clothes, "long time no see," she smiles, a familiar vicious look in her eyes she approaches you, "What are you up to?"

"Not a lot," you shrug, trying to back away but find nowhere to hide.

"I heard you dropped out of med school. Was it to expensive?"

"No, nothing like that," gods why are you so nervous. Why does she have this effect on you, like your heart is going to jump out of your chest.

"Going back into your emo phase?" She laughs, a shrill and penetrative sound, "how fun for you!"

"No i-"

"And still alone I see. What a bummer, I did tell you, you always looked better in pink," her eyes dancing over the large black and blue hoodie your wearing, "maybe you should try something more flattering," she picks up the hot pink mini dress to her left, holding it up to your body, "like this,"

"I'm- I'm good, thanks. Actually I was-"

"There you are," Dick smiles, his arm landing around your shoulder, "been looking for you everywhere." He lifts your chin, placing a small kiss on your lips, "Did you find anything?"

"Excuse me!" Clem says, making an annoyed face at Dick.

"You're excused," he smiles at her, but it's all teeth. "This what you picked out for Cass?" He asks you, his voice suddenly soft again.

"Who do you think you are?" Clem complains, sounding every bit the petulant child.

"No one you'd care to know,"

"This! A man? Really? I thought you were better than this," Clem stomps.

"I-"

"You ready to go, babe?" Dick reassures you, pointing at the different art styles on the shirts in front of you.

"She is not! We are in the middle of a conversation!"

"And now you're done. So, bye." He holds you tighter, grabbing the shirt from infront of you and guiding you towards the counter, "don't look back, just keep your eyes one me," he whispers to you, "she'll go,"

"Thanks," you smile up at him gratefully, "you're a lifesaver."

"Anything for you. Plus!" He says excitedly, "now you owe me a favor,"

"And this favor?"

"You get to come to family Christmas."

"No,"

"Oh, yes. And guess what?"

"What?"

"You're going to be my date,"

"Am I now?" You ask, leaving to store and nothing that Clem is staring at you with steam coming from her ears, "I got condition's."

"Lay it on me,"

"Kiss me again,"

"Deal." His arms wrap around your face, pulling his lips down to yours as he licks up your face.

"Not like that, you jerk!"

He laughs, his smile pressing into your giggle as your lips meet, and he lifts you to your tiptoes, twilring you around. The shopping bags fanning out around you and your leg popping out as he spins you.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #little dick fic #Dick Grayson Request #x reader

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doctor's orders

request from here

prompt: in the aftermath of some locker room drama you end up becoming close with ana-maria crnogorčević

word count: 3.1k

a/n: i've been having a really hard time lately with motivation and my writing so i'm sorry for the lack of posts but i hope you enjoy this one

“Good morning” you call cheerily making your way into the locker room.

You are back training with the squad for the first time in a few months. You had previously stopped training and playing for the entire months of December and January. Instead you spent that time focusing all your attention on studying for the MIR exam, your final medical school exam before you are able to begin your residency. This break was expected by your coaches and an easy adjustment for the team as you have always been a bench player. You only ever wanted to play football due to passion but that passion had somehow landed you a relatively secure place on the FC Barcelona squad even if your appearances were few and far between.

You receive little to no response from the players who are in the room although it doesn’t phase you. Prior to your extended leave of absence you weren’t particularly close with many members of the team, well besides one. Jenni, your ex girlfriend and the person who has caused the mess that you are unexpectedly returning to.

“Finally back, Dr (Y/N)” Mapi states with a sneer, the odd action being your first indication that something had occurred while you were gone.

“I am, nice to see you” you respond sweetly and simply not playing into the clearly baiting conversation that Mapi is trying to start.

“I heard you had enough time to get around while you were ‘studying’” Mapi states, continuing whatever argument she is clearly trying to start.

“What?” you ask, a genuinely confused tone comes through your voice as you have no clue what she is even talking about.

“Oh drop it (Y/N), we all know you were out cheating on Jenni when you were supposedly having all this time off to ‘study’” Mapi explains further.

This causes the pieces to all slot together and you understand what is going on. Clearly while you had been away, genuinely studying to become a doctor, your ex girlfriend had told the team that the reason the two of you broke up was due to you cheating on her. The revelation causes a pang of anguish to course through your chest. Not only because Jenni would be so cruel as to turn your teammates against you, but also because it reminds you of the actual reason the two of you broke up.

“I didn’t cheat on Jenni” you state simply, walking away from Mapi and effectively ending the conversation not particularly caring if the defender believes you or not.

Rather than stick around the locker room with a bunch of people who are under the assumption that you would be so cruel as to cheat on someone you grab your boots heading out towards the pitch.

Once you are out of the locker room you take a deep breath, making your way over to the edge of the pitch, leaning on the metal fence looking out at pitches.

You had spent so much time during the last few weeks considering if you should even join back with Barcelona. You had the perfect opportunity for a way out with your upcoming residency being an extremely logical excuse. But you love football and playing for a team like Barcelona is the highest honour you could imagine in the world of football, especially as a homegrown culé.

You sigh, while you feel so at home here at the pitch just a few feet away in the locker room is a completely different story, with that place feeling like an absolute nightmare in comparison.

“Welcome back” a sudden voice startles you out of your thoughts, you hadn’t expected anyone to bother speaking to you.

“Oh my god” you breathe out, attempting to calm your heart that is now beating far too quickly. Once your heart finds a steady rhythm again you turn your head, curious about who is even bothering to speak to you.

You are met with the piercing blue eyes of Ana and while you hadn’t expected anyone to speak to you, if you had to guess one person who would she would be one of the last people on that list.

“Sorry for scaring you” she is the first one to speak again. The two of you had been leaning against the metal fencing in silence for a few minutes but obviously Ana was looking for a little more than silence.

“No it’s okay, I just didn’t expect anyone to really talk to me. I’m not sure if you were there at the time but your girlfriend didn’t give me the warmest reception so I assumed that word had been thrown around that I cheated on Jenni” you explain.

“I was there. Mapi isn’t my girlfriend anymore and yes Jenni did tell everyone that you cheated on her, I never really believed her though” She answers all of your unofficial questions.

Funnily enough she leaves you with many more questions in return, though you don’t bother asking, not wanting to push too much when it seems like she is the only one really willing to talk to you.

“Oh well, thank you then. I don’t feel that I really need to defend myself, I have never felt that anyone here has been too fond of me anyway so this is just the icing on the cake for them but I do want to say that I definitely didn’t cheat on her” you respond. For some reason you are nervous about how Ana views you, while it hadn’t mattered to you if anyone else believed that you didn't cheat, in this moment you actually care quite a lot about if she believes you or not.

Ana subtly moves closer to you, her shoulder touching yours, the point of contact being the first semblance of comfort that you have felt this morning.

“Working on your next conquest (Y/N)?” the voice is easily distinguishable, you turn around quickly, seeing your ex-girlfriend and a number of your teammates, all laughing at Jenni's comment.

You turn to reply, and it is clear by the look of annoyance on your face that whatever you say is going to be out of anger.

Before you can though Ana moves, touching your shoulder gently. “Don’t worry about them (Y/N), they aren’t worth it, especially not her” Ana comforts you, her comment works as your shoulders drop and the look of annoyance leaves your face, the small smile returning at Ana’s actions.

“Thank you”

“Of course” Ana smiles at you, the two of you taking the rest of your teammate exiting the locker room as your cue to begin warm ups.

While you have been dreading continuing to play with Barcelona there are two reasons that you continue to make the effort, football and Ana.

Playing football is something that always makes things better for you, the feeling of a ball at your feet making any other issues you may be having completely disappear. But currently playing with Barcelona doesn’t always have that same effect sadly, Every training session is crueling. While you are playing well, every touch takes so much effort with basically no one even bothering to pass to you or everyone purposely going hard on you. But even through all that, the bout of injuries making it’s way through the squad Jonatan has asked if you would be willing to be a starter for the time being, he thinks you are exactly what the squad need to be able to make it through the rest of the season and even hopefully win the Champions League.

But Ana, now she really is a reason for you to show up, she has been nothing but incredible to you over the past few months that you have been back. You hadn’t expected to develop a friendship with Ana after that first day back at training, you appreciated that she talked to you but you assumed that would be the end of it. Instead she has made an effort to speak to you every single day, partnering with you for drills, speaking to you about anything and everything and now even asking you if you’d like to do things with her outside of training. It had been sort of inevitable that you would develop feelings for the Swiss player.

It is now the end of March and you are preparing to come on at half-time during the Champions League match at Camp Nou against Real Madrid, in front of a sold out crowd. You had never imagined that you would be in this position, being able to play football for your childhood team in what will be the biggest game of your career.

Getting into the game is rather easy for you, and playing now brings back that feeling that you usually have when playing, nothing else matters, none of your issues are present as you run around the pitch. It is also made so much easier by your teammates actually playing with you rather than against you, all the rough training makes this match feel easy in comparison with each and every pass you receive or make landing perfectly.

In the 52nd minute a pass is sent your way, it is rather high which causes you to trap it with your chest, by the time you bring it down to your foot there is a Real Madrid player right in front of you. While you should pass it you know that you can score from this far out and the Real Madrid keeper is off her line, knowing this you take a shot, the ball flying through the air, chipping the keeper in the process and landing perfectly in the back of the net.

You did it, you just scored in a Champions League game, before you can even progress what you are doing you are at the bench jumping into Ana’s arms, she is the only person on the team who matters to you at this point. Even though your goal was important in changing the pace of the game and bringing Barcelona back the lead you dont care to celebrate with the rest of your team.

“You are playing incredibly (Y/N/N) keep it up” Ana whispers to you, holding on tightly for a few more moments before letting you go so the game can continue.

“Thank you Ana” you smile brightly at the blonde, running back towards the halfway line so the game can continue.

After your goal the rest of your involvement in the game is a little less impressive but you enjoy yourself until the final whistle blows anyway.

While everyone makes their way around congratulating each other or consoling Real Madrid players you only have eyes for Ana, watching as she makes her way around the sweet smile never leaving her face.

You must zone out as next thing you know Ana is wrapping her arms around you speaking congratulations into your ear, once you realise what is happening you wrap your arms around her as well.

“You wanna go meet some fans?” she asks after the two of you have stood in each others arms for a suspicious amount of time.

“Only if you come with me” you respond, grasping her arm and pulling her towards the side of her pitch with you.

Ana watches as you speak with children, signing their jerseys and making conversation, the look on her face can only be described as pure admiration.

You turn back to her after signing a few things, catching her dopey lovestruck look but thinking nothing, assuming she is just happy about the game.

“Lets go over to the rest of the group, keep up appearances” you speak. Ana just nods at you smiling, grabbing onto your hand, the two of you walking over to the group hand-in-hand not thinking much of it.

“Careful with her Ana, she isn’t known to be faithful” Mapi warns as the two of you join in with the rest of the group. The comment brings down your mood immediately, almost ruining the entire day for you with a single comment.

“Don’t worry about her” Ana looks directly into your eyes, her caring smile overturning any negative thoughts that have begun to surface.

“You two are probably perfect for each other” Mapi snarks again, not being able to just leave the situation alone.

While her comment was supposed to be hurtful, but instead it causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach, you could only hope that you and Ana would be perfect for each other.

It has been a few weeks since the game at Camp Nou and thus a few weeks since the entire world began to speculate that Ana and yourself are dating. You have decided that today is the day that you will finally work up the courage to actually make a move, to determine if she does reciprocate feelings for you.

The two of you are sitting at the beach watching the sunset, something that has become something of a tradition since your first day back at training. There is a comfortable silence, one that leaves you alone to try and work up the courage to be able to do something about your crush.

You are forced out of your thoughts by Ana tapping your shoulder gently.

“So are you ready to tell me why you and Jenni actually broke up?” Ana asks,

“Are you ready to tell me why you and Mapi broke up?” you counter with a small smirk.

“She said she fell out of love with me, this it was just the natural progression of a relationship and that it wasn’t meant to be between us, b-” Ana stops herself from continuing with what she was about to say, not even wanting accept herself the real reason that Mapi broke up with her.

“But Mapi isn’t one for long term commitment, and someone new and exciting came along” you answer for her, already knowing more than well enough what Mapi is like.

“Exactly that” Ana sighs.

“Well since you told me, I guess you deserve to know why Jenni and I broke up” you state, your comment making Ana perk up.

“Please” she asks sweetly, while part of the reason she wants to know is pure curiosity she also really just wants to understand so she can comfort you in a more effective way than just general uplifting comments.

“To make it as simple as possible she told me that I don’t deserve my spot at Barcelona, followed by her telling me that I would never be a successful doctor either, just hours before my MIR exam” you inform Ana. The actual situation was much more complicated but those comments from Jenni were truly what broke you and caused you to finally end things.

“Did she make these sort of comments a lot?” Ana asks carefully, she has already guessed the progression of the relationship but she wants you to be able to feel comfortable enough to actually tell her yourself.

“Sometimes, they weren’t usually that bad, that one was the worst, and she wasn’t wrong either” you sigh, while you never wanted to admit it you know that Jenni was correct, there is no way that you could ever be a good enough footballer or doctor if you can’t choose between them.

Ana reaches over towards your lap, grabbing your hand in hers, the action causes you to suddenly look at her face, trying to understand what she is doing.

“(Y/N) you are an incredible footballer, you run circles around half of the fulltime players, you are a game changer whenever you are subbed on and all of the fans love you, I think there is almost just as many little boys and girls with (Y/N) on the back of their shirt as there are with Alexia. I can only imagine how much of an incredible doctor you are or will be as well, you put 100% effort into everything you do so there is no way you won’t be amazing at that as well” Ana speaks sweetly.

But by the time she is finished the two of you have your foreheads touching, you are staring into each other’s eyes and this is exactly what you have wanted but you still aren’t sure if it is what Ana would want.

“Fuck it” you whisper, closing the gap between you two, your lips meeting hers, immediately the two of you fall into a natural rhythm, your hands making their way to the back of her neck while hers grip your waist gently.

When you finally pull away Ana dramatically falls back onto the sand, her hand covering her forehead.

“Are you okay?” you ask nervously as you hover over her, you hope that you haven’t ruined things between her. You begin to curse yourself, she is the only person you have in your corner at the moment and you hate that you may have accidentally ruined things.

“Push one of epi, stat” Ana jokes.

“Did you just quote grey’s anatomy?” you ask in disbelief, all your mental strife clearing as you laugh at Ana’’s statement.

“Of course, did you just ignore my orders to ask a ridiculous question while the patient could be dying?” Ana asks back.

“I’m the doctor, I think I should be the one giving orders around here not you” you speak suggestively, straddling Ana’s waist, leaving her laying in the sand giggling underneath her.

“Okay doctor, and what would you suggest for a patient who is in shock that the person she has a crush on just kissed her?”

“Another kiss” you answer immediately, happiness takes over you completely, knowing that Ana feels the same way, that these feelings you have aren’t just one sided and you can continue to have her in your life, in the way you have been dreaming of.

Ana leans up, this time she is the one with her hands finding their way behind the back of your head. The two of you continue to passionately kiss for quite some time, only really stopping when you both run out of air and need to breathe.

“So did it work?” you ask, referring to the medical conversation the two of you had prior.

“I need to follow the doctor's orders more often” She answers, pecking your lips quickly before the two of you fall into fits of giggles.

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Always Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Series Masterlist

Keeping Us Awake Summary: You and Ralph receive a pair of tickets to the Nutcracker Ballet as a Christmas gift, an event neither of you really wants to attend... how ever will you stay awake through such a spectacle? Words: 1.2k

"Oh, no," Ralph groans.

"What's wrong, pup?" you ask, looking up from your knitting at the other end of the sofa. He's holding an envelope like its contents are going to infect him with something nasty.

"My mother has sent us tickets to the Nutcracker ballet."

"How despicable of her," you tease. "We should remove her from our Christmas card list at once."

Ralph chuckles and tosses the tickets aside with the rest of the mail.

"Victoria had a phase where she wanted to be a ballerina, so I had to suffer through many a production. Mother knows I hate it."

"Then why send you tickets to it?"

Ralph leans forward and rubs his temples.

"We don't have to go, Ralph."

"She'll ask about it when we see her at Christmas," he sighs.

"We'll tell her I was ill, and we couldn't make it."

"She won't care."

"Ralph, you are an adult. If you don't want to go to the ballet, you do not have to go to the ballet."

He leans back to rest his head against the sofa. He closes his eyes and sighs, then turns his pretty face just enough to pout at you.

"Maybe it won't be as bad now that I'm older?" he suggests hopefully.

"How old were you the last time you went?" You set your knitting aside and make yourself comfortable, putting your stockinged feet in Ralph's lap. His hands come to rest on your ankles.

"It was well before I went off to school, so probably… five or six?"

"What was so bad about it?"

Ralph's face darkens suddenly, and you can see him trying to fight his way out of the memory. He starts rubbing absent-minded circles on your leg.

"It was boring. I was so little, I couldn't see much from my seat. But fidgeting was frowned upon. If I fidgeted, I'd get one warning before I had to spend the rest of the production in my father's lap. And there best not be fidgeting once I was there."

"And Victoria?"

"It was the only time she was ever able to stay still and be quiet." Ralph sighs. "Did you go through the ballerina phase?"

"I did not," you smile.

"Really?" Ralph asks with an air of shock. "I thought all little girls must go through that."

"Not all of them." You can feel your own mood dampen with a resurgence of childhood memories.

"How long has it been since you last attended the ballet?"

"I've never been," you confess.

"Never?" Ralph asks, lifting his head from its resting position.

You chuckle and summon your best imitation of your mother: "I'll not pay good money to watch half-naked trollops prance around on stage!"

Ralph grins. "In that case, darling, we must go. Just so you can tell your mother you went to watch the half-naked trollops."

"We don't have to if you don't want to, Ralph."

"I want to go with you," he smiles.

"You're sure?"

"I don't have any good memories of the ballet. I suppose it's time I made one."

"Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Penbury."

You and Ralph follow the usher up the stairs of the theater and into a private box. He exits with a bow and leaves you alone. You walk to the edge and look down at all the seats filling up below.

"Your mother really went all out," you observe, turning back to Ralph. He hovers by the door uncomfortably.

"Penburys don't mingle with the common folk," he says with a roll of his eyes.

"Are you alright, Ralph?"

He nods. "I'm remembering things, now that I'm back here."

"Things like what?" you ask. He scans his surroundings like he's afraid. "Ralph? Come sit down, you look like you've seen a ghost."

You take his hand and lead him to the cushioned chairs. You each drop into a seat, and you take his hands in yours.

"I used to have nightmares about the mice," he mumbles.

"The mice?"

"There's a big battle with a bunch of men dressed as mice and it's terrifying. Always covered my eyes, but every time I checked to see if they were gone… they weren't."

"Men-sized mice definitely sound like something worth being afraid of."

Ralph sighs.

"We can go anytime you want to, pup," you remind him with a squeeze to his hands. "You can even tell your mother you came. Because you did. You don't have to stay through something that scares you."

"I'm not a child anymore," he says stubbornly.

"Everyone feels fear."

"I'm more afraid of falling asleep," he smirks.

"I'll keep you awake," you whisper, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He blushes, and it's the first time he's looked anything other than pale all night.

"Do you think anyone else is coming?" You look around, counting four other chairs. "Surely it's not just us up here."

"She probably gave Victoria a ticket too, but I haven't talked to either of them. It wouldn't surprise me if they both came."

"I actually kind of hope Victoria makes it," you say. Ralph looks at you in confusion. "I've never seen her still and quiet before."

You share a mischievous smile and return your attention to the crowd below as you wait for the show to begin.

No one else had arrived by the time the lights dimmed; it was just you and Ralph in that lonely little box nestled into the side of the theater. You couldn't see the boxes on either side of you, but the ones on the other side of the theater weren't very crowded. Perhaps London's elite had better things to do tonight.

Ralph was right. The ballet was incredibly boring. How could anyone expect a child to sit still through this? You leaned your head on Ralph's shoulder and wondered if falling asleep would be the worst thing you could do…

Until you had a better idea.

Ralph was shifting and sighing and struggling to stay awake himself. With a quick scan of your surroundings, you confirm that you're quite alone in your little box, hiding high above the crowd.

You start with a hand on his knee.

You lean your head on Ralph's shoulder again and rub light circles on his thigh with your thumb, slowly creeping up his inseam. You're just inches away from your target when he finally whispers, "What are you doing?"

"Keeping us awake," you whisper in his ear. He huffs out a breath through his nose, and you smile. Your fingers reach their destination and massage gently. He melts into your touch. When you slowly unfasten his trousers and let the cool air seep in, he whimpers.

"Shh," you whisper, reaching up with your free hand to turn his face toward yours. You draw his eyes away from the mice-men prancing onto the stage and capture his mouth in a kiss to swallow his pretty sounds of pleasure.

Ralph Penbury isn't leaving this theater without a good memory of attending the ballet, and neither are you.

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Twin Perspectives

Premise: The Valentine Twins know when and how to come through for each other.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Characters: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. Max Valentine (M!OC) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,125

A/N: Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge Sibling Appreciation. I'm using @choicesflashfics week 47, prompt 3

Max Valentine woke up in the early morning hours with a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach. After all these years, he knew it was how he felt whenever he was missing his twin sister.

It started when Cassie left for medical school, and they began the next phase of their lives -- living in separate cities. He hated it, but his sister was determined to become a doctor, and he adjusted.

Just like he adapted when she chose Boston for her residency and now as her forever home.

They saw each other in person as often as possible and texted daily, but it wasn’t the same as having her down the road from him.

Naïve as it was, Max always imagined that, as adults, they would live close enough to call but far enough to have privacy.

He stared at the ceiling as a plan began to form. Sienna would understand, he thought with a considering glance at his wife. She was sleeping on her left side, turned away from him. Her hand cradled protectively over her increasingly pregnant belly.

Max quietly climbed out of bed and padded down the hall to his home office. If he was going to disrupt his day and his assistant’s sanity, he should minimize whatever damage he could.

Cassie stared at her phone with a perplexed expression. Max wanting Twin Time wasn’t unusual, but it was uncharacteristic for him to fly out while Sienna was eight months pregnant. He’d cut back on work trips when she began her third trimester.

“I thought you were sleeping until noon?”

Cassie looked up at the question from her husband and lost her train of thought.

Ethan Ramsey stood barefoot in the doorway to their walk-in closet, hair damp from his shower. His black slacks were unzipped, and an untucked, half-buttoned shirt played peekaboo with his muscular chest.

“Cassie?” Ethan watched her with amused exasperation, one eyebrow quirked.

“Sorry. What was the question?” Cassie said, shaking the fog of lust from her brain.

“Why are you up? You told me you were sleeping in,” he repeated patiently.

She stretched her arms, yawned loudly and settled against the headboard.

“Max is coming over,” Cassie told him, sweeping her hair back with one hand.

“I didn’t know he was in town,” Ethan mused, buttoning up his shirt before tucking it in and zipping his trousers.

“He’s not, not yet anyway. His flight leaves shortly,” Cassie clarified at the question in his eyes. “Twin Time.”

The two words covered a multitude of things involving her and her brother. Ethan understood enough by now not to ask for details.

From the moment Ethan met Max, he knew that Cassie and her brother were a packaged deal. Any relationship with her meant learning to get along with her brother.

It hadn’t been easy at first, but their early wariness about each other had turned into an enduring friendship.

Still, he could never compete with the close bond between the twins and didn’t even try. Twin Time was sacrosanct, and both of them needed it at regular intervals.

A couple of hours later, Cassie swung open the front door and plucked the box of cupcakes out of his hands. Baked and Wired was her favorite bakery back home, and Max knew precisely how to tempt her.

“Mine!” Cassie flipped open the box and inhaled the chocolatey goodness.

“I can see where I stand in the pecking order,” Max chuckled and closed the door behind him.

He hung his coat in the hallway closet, his smile dropping when he turned around to see his sister watching him shrewdly. He drummed his fingers against his thighs, a nervous habit he showed only in front of his family.

“Come on into the kitchen,” Cassie said, spinning on her heels to lead the way. “I put the kettle on when they buzzed you up.”

Max parked himself on a stool and watched Cassie putter around the kitchen. She switched on the espresso machine to make her coffee while the electric kettle bubbled away.

“Pick one,” she said, indicating the tea canister on the counter.

She and Ethan weren’t tea drinkers but kept his favorite blends on hand for visits.

“Orange jasmine.”

While Cassie put everything together, he spun around on his stool and scanned the living room, its windows overlooking Boston Harbor.

He noted fresh flowers on the coffee table, photos on the fireplace mantel and new artwork on the wall. A cello stood on a stand in the corner, its warm lines contrasting with the structured furniture, softened with colorful throw cushions.

“This place has come along nicely,” he commented. “Looks like the two of you.”

“It’s taken us a year to put our personal touches on it.” Cassie followed his gaze. “Sometimes, I still walk into the room expecting to see Ethan’s old furniture.”

She shook her head in dismay and laughed. “No personality whatsoever.”

Soon, they were enjoying cupcakes—Cassie graciously shared one half of hers—and talking about nothing in particular.

His sister was good at being patient when it suited her, a talent that undoubtedly made her an excellent doctor. And this was exactly what he’d been missing.

“Is there any chance I can convince you to move back home?” Max remarked, hopeful, even knowing what her answer would be.

“I am home,” Cassie said without hesitation. “Remember when we thought we’d always live in each other’s pockets?” She laughed at the memory. “That annoyed you so much when we were seventeen.”

“Yeah, well, I was young and stupid back then,” he said, grimacing at the reminder.

“I’ve been patient long enough, and you know how hard that is for me,” she said ferociously, brows beetling above determined green eyes that were a mirror of his own. “Why are you being so weird?”

Max rolled his eyes at the dramatic statement.

“I woke up missing you. So that much is true,” he admitted without shame, brushing one hand through his hair in frustration. “But, mainly, I’m anxious about what’s next. About the baby, fatherhood, being good enough.”

Cassie propped her chin on an upturned palm and watched him with a considering look. And then she covered his hand with hers.

“That’s one thing you don’t have to worry about,” Cassie said gently. “You care, and you’re a natural-born protector. You still look out for me even though I can do it myself. Your kid is going to be so lucky to have you for a father. I know I am to have you as my brother.”

When Cassie wrapped her arms around him in a big hug, Max felt the gnawing feeling from earlier gradually disappear.

A little over two years later…

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Made a lil smth

Gold-Silk: Origins

Chapter 1- What a Day

An explosion sets off, alarms blare, white-hot pain shoots through his body, glass shards litter the floor. It’s gone, it’s all gone, dozens of test subjects, experiments, all gone… All but one. One skittering out of the lab and into the bag of an unsuspecting intern, all eight legs and body hidden within its contents.

Never does the spider leave the bag, not when the intern gets home and not until the very next day.

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Amber opens her locker and deposits her bag, as she had grabbed it for lunch, grabbing the books she needs for the second half of the day. As always, looking forward to when school’s out and she gets to go home. The bell rings; making sure her yellow hoodie covers her crop top, and fixing up her short curly brown hair, Amber heads for class, hoping to pass by her friends in the hallway, though she knows they have class on the opposite side of the building this period.

She reaches for the door and the building shakes, 30 feet from her the wall caves in as something big crashes through it, light catching on metal for a fraction of a second, and continues its path. Amber loses her footing, the action of breathing getting harder as dust and debris pile up next to her. And her vision goes black.

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Amber stands up with difficulty, blood running down a small scratch on her face. The school hallway she was in, made to pieces by some.. what even was that?? A guy? A robot? What just happened!?

She looks around holding the back of her neck, staring at the giant holes that were now on each side of the hallway.

A golden spider scuttles on the floor in front of her.

Amber hears a loud knocking coming from behind her, and when she looks back one of her best friends, Gwanda, pops out of one of the lockers. Amber and Gwanda had been best friends since middle school when they both happened to be going through a spider phase, ironic huh?

“Is it gone?”- asks Gwanda, peeking out of the locker she was in, half her body still in it, wearing that pink sweater with hearts scattered over it that she loves so much.

“Think so”- replies Amber, not entirely sure and not bothering to ask why, how, or when Gwanda got into that locker. Well, she couldn’t hear any more walls breaking so that was a good sign. She thinks. Suddenly she remembers they’re still missing another member of their group.

“Where’s Pete..?”

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“Pete!!!”

“Pietro!!”

Amber and Gwanda have been searching for ten whole minutes, ten!! Ok, maybe ten isn’t a lot of minutes but don’t act like you wouldn’t be worried. Yelling his name at the top of their lungs and helping everyone they come across who needs it, they start wondering if they should look for him on the other side of the school or maybe he’s already outside waiting for them to join him until their guardians show up. But before they turn around, they hear a voice coming from a closed classroom a couple of doors ahead of them.

“Amber! In here!” -his voice wobbles, craking at the last syllable, like he’s been crying. Their concern grows as seeing that the destruction implies the… thing passing through here. The girls rush towards the door, stopping at the entrance. Amber felt her stomach drop, how could she have forgotten?

“Tío Enrique!” - she cries out, dashing to his side. She kneels down beside him, not sure what to do or even say when tears start falling down her cheeks. -“What happened?”- She asks, voice quiet, electing not to say another word feeling she wouldn’t be able to finish the sentence without sobbing.

Sniffling, Pietro, the last member of their trio, replies - “I-.. I don’t know, I ran in here to hide after the wall in the hallway collapsed. I only saw, I only saw him there after I had closed the door.”- His hands were shaking, Amber noticed, dust and grime covering them and the front of his graphic t-shirt, possibly from trying to lift the collapsed piece of ceiling.

She remembers now how excited she had been that first day of high school. Yeah, it was a new place and new people, but she was going to have her uncle with her. He was going to help guide her in her high school years, see her graduate, and be one of the people who help her get there. And now here, with most of his body still crushed under part of the fallen roof, Amber takes hold of his hand and watches as her plan crumbles just like the ceiling did. She stares at his closed eyes… Did he die on impact? Hit his head? Was it blood loss? In the ten minutes it took them to get to his classroom? The room is silent, fluorescent lights flickering slightly over their heads.

A golden spider crawls into the classroom, unnoticed, and climbs up Amber’s sleeve.

The seconds pass, all three friends quiet, frozen in the face of what had happened when Amber feels a small prick on the back of her neck, grimacing, her hand immediately shoots up to hold the spot.

“Argh! What the hell?” - She exclaims, sucking air through her teeth.

Surprised at the sudden break in silence, Gwanda turns her head towards her - ”What? What’s wrong”-

Scratching her neck, then looking and her hand, Amber sighs, “Don’t know, probably nothing, sorry.”

Silence falls over the room again, Gwanda laying her hand on her friend’s thigh for support. They don’t notice how much time passes before the cops and the paramedics lead them out of the school.

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Just like the classroom, the apartment is silent. Silent as Amber’s dad opens the door and closes it behind her. Silent as she makes her way to her room, not bothering to turn the light on. Silent as she collapses on her unmade bed, drained from the day.

Days pass as she lies there. She feels sick, not only from her uncle’s death but something else too. She’s feverish and nauseous and her inner writs itch like nothing ever before.- “It’ll pass” - she thinks and goes back to sleep, maybe that way she won't have to think of the fallen ceiling in that small classroom for a bit. Days pass and she hasn’t talked to her friends, a small amount of guilt taking over her when she thinks about how worried they must be. But it passes on quickly as another wave of nausea takes over her. The funeral comes and goes, she’s back in bed the second they get home.

Almost a week has passed by when Amber wakes up feeling better than she’s felt in a while. She gets up and stretches, heading for the bathroom for a quick shower, something she hasn't felt like doing in a bit. She lets the warm water and soap wash out the sweat from being in bed so long and shampoos her hair, not knowing when she’ll be up to doing it again and not willing to take any changes. She exits the shower, puts on a fresh pair of pajamas, and heads back to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Wiping the condensation off the mirror, she catches her reflection, and her eyes widen, dropping her toothbrush into the sink. See, last time she checked the muscles in her arms were not that big. And she was most definitely slightly shorter before. Confused and somewhat panicked, Amber spits out the remaining toothpaste and tries to turn on the faucet. But the newly acquired muscles seemed to be real and not figments of her imagination because when she turns the tap, the thing come off its spot on the sink, and water shoots everywhere. Swearing, she covers the tap with a towel to slow the flow of the water. Significantly more panicked, she grabs the door handle to leave the bathroom and find her phone. The door, of course, had other plans and comes off its hinges, the door knob crushed in her hand. She thanks everything ever that her dad was off at work while she stayed home since the school still needed some repairs.

Amber rushes to her nightstand grabbing her phone and unlocking it, not necessarily thinking through what she planned to say once the others answered.

The phone makes a sound indicating of someone picking up - “Amber? Dude, it’s almost been a whole w-” Gwanda starts but doesn't get to finish.

“Dude I’m ripped!” - Amber interrupts, like that’s a normal way to start a phone call.

“What?” - Pietro, just joining the call, questions.

Noticing her friends are lacking any and all context, Amber elaborates - “I just, I don’t know I woke up today, felt way better than yesterday, took a shower, and when I saw myself in the mirror? Buff arms, man. It’s crazy, I broke the sink and the door too-”

“The door??” - Asks Pete, extending the ‘o’ sound to emphasize his very valid question.

“Yes, the door, I don’t, I don’t know what to do guys. Can you come over? I'm sort of freaking out” - Saying this, Amber takes her phone off her ear, putting it on speaker with the intention of leaving it back on her nightstand, but when she goes to put it down it doesn’t want to leave her hand.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. What the fuck! What the fuck!” - She exclaims flailing her arm all over the place.

“What? What’s wrong now?!” - Demands Gwanda, not knowing what to do from the other side of the phone.

Still wildly waving her arm around, Amber replies, sounding increasingly panicked - “My phone- my phone is stuck to my hand, like, it won’t come off! Come over please, please, please!”

“On my way.”

“Be there in ten.”

#lmk what u think 🥺#is this like #does it count as fanfiction?#can I post this on ao3?#like that’s allowed right? even if all the characters are technically ocs #idk #gold silk #earth 10367 #amber alvarez #gwanda williams #pietro peterson #oc #spyder writes #spiderverse #spidersona #gold silk origins #ok but actually can I post this on ao3? this is like an actually question #my friend wrote like her sona gettin but and I remembered I had started but never finished so yeah

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