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rxmuz · 2 years

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Red is the Color of Temptation CH.3

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Idk why I didn't think to post the fic here as well but whatever lol. I'll post the first two chapters after this! Anyways, horny thoughts about old fat man and his stomach and excuse my shitty writing skills, I'm new to this 😭

(btw this isn't a first person fic, I just wrote it this way for this chapter!)

word count: 2.3k

It's 6 am when I clock out. The sun hadn't risen yet but there was a light sprinkle falling. As soon as I get home I get into the shower, washing off the grease and sweat from my shift. I usually only had a few minutes under the spray before the streaming water turns lukewarm and then freezing.

The shower helped to soothe my aching muscles but I was still tired. Not enough to fall asleep but enough that I didn't even have the energy to get up and fix myself something to eat.

It's three weeks later that I'm sitting on my couch and mindlessly browsing through channels.

My place doesn't really have any decorations, a few pictures here and there but outside of that, it looked like no one lived here.

There are two leather layers, a coffee table made of faux wood in the living room, and two hanging photographs on my wall. It was a single bedroom apartment, the room consisting of a queen bed, a desk, and a medium-sized drawer.

It's not much but it's something. It's mine, even if I have to work at a club owned by criminals.

I truly don't mind though.

I didn't have the best upbringing, but that could be said for a lot of people in Gotham.

My mother died when I was three so it was just me, my two siblings, and my dad until I moved out. My dad worked two regular jobs and some odd jobs then a there, those odd jobs being some work for the mob in our neighborhood. When my twin brother and I were old enough we started to run errands for them. Delivering money, packages, and letters for whoever needed them. It was enough to help our dad pay the bills and we really didn't mind. It was the norm for us.

That was until my brother was killed.

Shot dead in the middle of the sidewalk walking home from school. It was a drive-by and they had mistaken him for someone else. We had just turned 15.

My dad took me and my younger sister and all the money we had and moved to the outskirts of the city. That was about 8 years ago.

It's hard to lose a sibling but it's a different pain to lose a twin. For the first few years, I didn't feel like myself, I still don't but I've gotten better. The grievance isn't as strong, and the pain doesn't hurt as much, but the loneliness is still there.

But I kept moving.

I always do.

By the time I finally fall asleep it's around 4 pm in the afternoon but I don't sleep for long. I wake up about two hours later. I look around for my phone for a bit before I find it under one of the cushions of my couch. I unlock it to find several messages waiting for me. Three from Chez and one from Oz. He texts me every day or so to check up on me but every time I'm still slightly shocked to see a message from him

Cheeze: hru?

The topic moves on.

Cheeze: are u fucking mr boss man? Cheese: wait are you sleeping?

Fuck hell.

Me: …not anymore Me: go away!

The answer I receive is instantaneous.

Cheeze: so thats a yes…lol! Cheeze: he good in bed or???

Me: i am not fucking mr boss man Me: why would you even think that?

My phone buzzes again.

Cheeze: i saw you go into his office Cheeze: is it considered a office? Cheeze: it don't got a door dawg…

I genuinely need new fucking friends. Actually, just a “friend” because Chez is my only friend.

I am not lonely…

I am not lying…

I don't even want to give her the satisfaction of a reply, but I'm so bored I end up replying anyway.

Me: it's a private room. Me: he has an office with a door in the 44. Me: this doesn't mean im fucking him

I decide to ignore the new messages Chez sends, instead going to look at Oz's message.

Oz: Are you up? You got time for an early dinner?

What do I even say to this? I know Oz isn't the typical boss but it's not like I can out with him.

Wait is this a date? By definition, sure. In my mind, maybe, though he could just consider this as him checking up on me.

Me: I wouldn't call 6 pm an early dinner

Oz is typing…

Oz: It is if you sleep through the day!

Well, that was quick.

I don't date anyone, I don't meet anyone, and I practically don't speak to anyone beyond what was necessary. I only ever go out with Chez if I'm feeling up to it. I'm not really a people person. But this is completely different. It wouldn't really mean anything if this was a date. It could be like a friend date, like the ones I have with Chez.

Am I even friends with Oz? I'm pretty sure I am. We've been talking more during my shifts, I've even been making him some new drinks for him to test. We even played cards together!

We're definitely friends. Totally!

Me: Sure why not :)

I stare at the screen, waiting for the three dot-dot-dots designating a response.

I'm nervous.

Oz: I'll pick you up Oz: Think you can be ready in about 30 minutes?

Wait what?

Me: U KNOW WHERE I LIVE?!?!?!

A new text bubble forms, only to disappear. It pops up again.

Oz: You should know better

Me: wut does that even mean

Oz: See you in 30

He's going to drive me fucking insane.

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I get up to open the door 30 minutes later when there's a knock on the door. I open it to find Oz leaning against the right side of my door, his arm above my head and sweat running down his brow. He looks exhausted and like he's in pain.

“Are you okay?”

“Can I sit?” He rasps out, not answering my question.

“Yeah, of course.” I say as I step out of the way.

He moves past me, making a beeline to the couch closet from us, and his limp is more obvious. He takes a seat and leans back into my couch. I don't know what to do so I just stand there and watch him. Luckily Oz speaks for me.

“Your elevator is out,” He pinches the bridge of his nose, closes his eyes, and sighs. “Had to walk up 3 flights of stairs. I just need a minute to rest.”

“Shit sorry, I thought you would call me to come down,” I say, moving towards him, “If I knew you were coming up I woulda told you the elevator on this side was out.”

He only grunts.

“I've got some painkillers if you want them.”

"Hmm?"

“For your leg. I'm assuming that's the problem.”

He opens his eyes again and turns his head to look at me. He looks surprised that I even offered. It kind of makes me sad.

“Yeah I would appreciate that.” he mumbles.

When I get back with the painkillers and a bottle of water, he's leaning forward on his knee and his bad leg stretched out in front of him. He looks lost in thought and doesn't hear me the first time I call him.

“Here you go Oz.”

He smiles.

“Thank you doll.”

He has a beautiful smile.

I know Oz isn't considered attractive by societal views. He's an old heavyset guy riddled with scars that has a limp, not your average-looking Joe. Yet I personally think he's nice to look at. Scars are something endearing to me, they tell a story visually. They are proof of a life of hard graft, pain, and strong will.

Plus bigger guys are more my style anyway.

I wouldn't say I'm in love, definitely not that, but over the past few weeks of talking to him and being in his presence, I would say I have a pretty decent crush on him. He's just really interesting to me. He's a mystery I want to solve and immerse myself in. I find that most days my mind wanders to the thought of him, thinking of the things he could possibly be doing. Counting cash, smoking a cigar, or beating the shit out of someone. I'm not blind to the things that Oz gets up to and he's made that distinctly clear since we've started talking.

Yet I'm drawn to this dangerous, unattainable man in a way that's completely indescribable.

I know I shouldn't be getting as close as I am to him but I can't help it. I'm fucking lonely and I can tell he his too. We both need a real friend.

No harm in it.

“Why did you want to go to dinner?” I ask, trying to refocus on actually talking to Oz rather than staring at him.

“Why? Not interested in a free meal before work?” he chuckles.

I click my tongue, “I didn't say that, I was just curious is all.”

“I needed to get out, so why not get out with someone that I can keep a genuine conversation with.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“What do you mean nuh-uh?

"Me? Keep a conversation? You're real funny Oz.”

“You don't think ya can?” he's laughing again, the pain that was once on his face now residing.

“It's more of me just answering your questions, you're the one that keeps it going.”

“Well I like your answers girlie.”

I smile, small and coy.

“Glad you think so, Oz.”

His mouth quirks, and stretches his bad ankle a few times before standing up from the couch.

“We should get going.”

“Yeah.”

“What are you in the mood for?”

“I don't know, I assumed you had someplace in mind,” I say standing next to him, “What do you want?”

He chuckles, “I'll pretty much eat anything.”

My lips turn into a soft small smile, “How 'bout Mexican?”

He smiles and nods.

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I hadn't noticed what Oz was wearing when he first came by, more so worried about him, but now that we're walking into the restaurant, I take the time to really look him over. He's wearing a fine suit, black pants and a shirt so dark it seems to swallow the light around it, and a red jacket so rich I've never seen it before. He tops it off with a white tie.

He looks handsome.

Me, on the other hand, I looked raggedy. I'm wearing a pair of dark blue wide-leg pants, a cropped black sweater with a white and red flannel over it, and a pair of old Doc Martens.

My favorite dirty boots by the way.

I should've known that Oz wouldn't take us somewhere more casual. We're at this place called Javier's Cantina. It's definitely out of my price range, the place is covered in beautiful dark brown wood and tan stone walls. High ceilings with long lanterns and ceiling fans hanging from them, filling the room with low yellowish light. It was beautiful.

“Wow.'' is all I can muster.

“Like it?”

“Yeah! This place is amazing, never been anywhere this nice.”

“I'm glad you like it sweetheart.” he chuckles as a waiter leads us to a booth.

When we get to the table Oz waits for me to sit before he settles in on the other side of the booth. It's a little bit of a squeeze for him and I can't help but look at the paunch of his gut that pushes into the table. He sucks in before readingjusting himself. There's a hint of a blush on the top of his hears and I can't help but feel bad for the slight look of discomfort on his face.

I smile to reassure him, “We got in pretty quickly…did you threaten someone?” I tease.

“Nah, just called in a favor from an old friend.” the change of direction seemed to help.

“Let me guess. A friend of a friend of a friend?”

He laughs and folds his arms over his stomach, “You just think you're hot shit, don't ya?”

“Yeah, actually, I do.”

“At least you're honest about it.”

"Of course! I would never lie to you Oz.” I say in mock offense.

He snorts, his mouth pulling into a brief, sideways smile.

The two of us fall into a companionable silence as we look over the menu. I ended up ordering a small platter of mixed enchiladas while Oz ordered a sizable steak with veggies and a bottle of wine for us to share. We made short work of the wine as I chatted about work, mostly ranting about the annoying assholes that grace the club and how my landlord wouldn't come to fix my damn dishwasher.

I had a pleasant little buzz but it appeared Oz was able to hold his drink better than me. That was okay though, as he continued to let me rant freely.

“The asshole had the audacity to look surprised when one of the twins kicked him out.”

“You seemed to handle it pretty well though.”

“Had to,” I pause, raising my eyebrows slightly, “Wouldn't want to get fired by you, Mr. Boss Man.”

“Hmm, I wouldn't fire you, you're the best bartender I've had in a long while.”

There's a long pause, before “It is…plus if I got rid of you, who else would I have to talk to?”

“You've got a club full of people to talk to every night.”

“That's true but I like talking to you the most,” he says.

I stare at him.

“Are we friends?”

He stares back and I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck raise and my hands becoming clammy.

But then I notice something, he's just as surprised by the sudden question as I am.

“Yeah - uh - at least I think we are.

“Good, I like being your friend Oz.”

#Oswald Cobblepot #oswald cobblepot x reader #The Penguin #the penguin x reader #oz cobblepot #Oz!penguin #colin farrell penguin #Colin!penguin #red is the color of temptation

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boneyard-lovers · 4 months

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big update - 231229

hiiii um i forgot about this kinda um oops

whats happened since i last wrote:

i hung out with my sister, we went to a little drop in thing and decorated christmas ornaments, it was fun i like hanging out with her.

i saw the new ghibli! the boy and the heron !! it was really good i love ghibli the vibes are always amazing also i kinda love seeing movies in the theatre i wanna do that more.

we watched all of lotr again, it was fun as always.

i did some catsitting for linda again, it was lovely i love her cats. on the second day i went to a momos place my father recommended, it was pretty good, ill probably go back if i catsit again. she has a bunch of letter magnets on her fridge and i put them into words it was fun.

christmas !!!!! i got home from catsitting on christmas eve, we ordered food and watched some christmas things, some doctor who. it was nice to hang out with the family again. my sister slept over that night. in the morning we opened our stockings, i <3 stockings. my favourite thing form my stocking was either the mini puzzle or the pair of scissors that look like a bird theyre so cute. my father got here after breakfast, we all opened presents together. my favorite present was either the mini djungelskog or the cds, i got the record by boygenius and some jpop ones.

in the afternoon we went to my aunt and uncles to prepare dinner. normally we do dinner at our house but we dont have enough space anymore so,,, whatever. dinner was just the family plus my cousins other grandmother. shes fine ig. it was nice hanging out with the whole family we're really funny.

my mother cut my hair, its a bit shorter that i want but itll grow. i think im gonna stop bleaching my hair, might dye it a lighter brown, maybe a bit redder too.

thats pretty much it ig see you soon love you

song for today is ! we go by nct new team

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voidselfshipp · 2 years

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The Diner 'Round the corner.

Chapter two: Take On Me,Because I just want To Have Fun

Cw: food mention, PTSD mention, nightmares mention

Summary:Lucas Finally asks Nova out and they go on their first date.

Only mutuals okay to reblog.

Taglist: @tex-treasures @samsbeckett

A/n: I dont know much about PTSD so if I get anything wrong during any of the chapters please let me know!

Its been exactly a month since the Alpha Commando met Nova, they seemed to just click, and quickly the Four-Wheeled Diner became their usual hang out spot.

But there was also no doubt that the five men had feelings for their waitress friend, and they agreed that she didnt have to choose which one to stay with if they did became something.

However, today was the day that Lucas would ask Nova out.

It was a quiet summer afternoon, folken took one last sip of his coffee before standing up from the table and walking over to Nova who was just about to take her break,deciding to start a casual conversation.

--So, Break time huh?-- Lucas asked.

--Uh-huh, ill go get a snack and meet you guys on your table,that sounds good?

《We're talking away

I don't know what

I'm to say I'll say it anyway

Today's another day to find you

Shying away

I'll be coming for your love, okay?》

The Man took a deep breath, before she dissapeared into the kitchen he said-- Hey! Wait I gotta ask you something.

The moment Novas eyes met his, his heart plummeted to the floor.

《So needless to say

I'm odds and ends

But I'll be stumbling away

Slowly learning that life is okay

Say after me

It's no better to be safe than sorry》

"C'mon Folken,...better to be safe than sorry" Lucas thought to himself-- Theres an 80s movie marathon tonight at the local Drive-in Movie theatre, I was wondering if you'd...Like to go on a date there?

The waitress did a double take, but quickly smiled-- Lucas! Id love to go on a date with you! Specially with an 80s movie marathon!

The Man chuckled and looked away-- Are you adding emphasis so I stop being so nervous?

Nova giggled and kissed the Mans cheek, looking away for a moment, becoming shy out of the sudden-- Maybe I just wanted to go on a date with you, didnt think of that did you?

《Oh, the things that you say, yeah

Is it life or

Just to play my worries away?

You're all the things I've got to remember

You're shying away

I'll be coming for you anyway》

--Maybe not-- Lucas answered with a smile-- ill be coming for you at eight, is that okay? I know you have like forty minutes more before youre done for the day

--Yeah, eight sounds great-- she said finally making eye contact with her "friend"-- ill go get my snacks

--oh yes, sorry I dont want you to loose break time because of me

--Quite the opposite, Lu, im enjoying it-- with that she bolted to the kitchen.

As Lucas came back to the booth his Friends were sitting in Jason said-- The crazy son of a bitch did it!

--Haha! In your face idiots!--said folken sitting.

Thomas handed Duncan ten bucks, noticing this, Lucas looked at his Friends in disbelief-- YOU GUYS MADE A BET?!

--hey look...--Said Thomas-- I have my reasons to think you couldnt do it

--You are the worst...-- Folken answered very angry.

After her shift was done, Nova ran to her home, it was five pm, and she had three hours to get ready.

After a shower she put on some music while deciding what to wear.

As the 80s pop song started, She started to rummaging in her closet

《I come home, in the mornin' light

My mother says "When you gonna live your life right?"

Oh momma dear, we're not the fortunate ones

And girls, they wanna have fun》

Pulling out some tight leather pants she put them on, they were high waisted and shiny, she loved the way it looked on her.

《The phone rings, in the middle of the night

My father yells "What you gonna do with your life?"

Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one

But girls they wanna have fun...》

then a black turtleneck crop top, some thigh high 3 inche onyx boots and her trusty leather jacket.

Her hair was styled with the frontal strands of her hair pulled back, making her look like a Retro bad girl.

Nova was waiting at the door the moment the clock struck eight pm.

Lucas was just outside her house, hands sweaty, its been a while since he went on a date with someone.

He was wearing dark blue jeans, black boots and leather jacket (and though it hasnt been used in a while, it was on mint condition) And a grey V neck shirt.

Turning the engine off, he gets out of his car and walks up to the porch, ringing the bell.

He fidgets, letting out a bunch of air and rocking back and forth, hands opening and closing.

When Nova opened the door,however, his nervousness subsided and Turned into Awe.

His breath swooshed out of his chest and his mouth hanged Open just a little bit.

--hey!-- Nova said with a smile.

--I uh-- hi...-- Lucas answered-- you look..beautiful...

The woman giggled-- you look very handsome too, though I cant help but notice youre a little shocked huh? -- she knew she was being a bit of an asshole by putting him on the spot, but it was light hearted teasing.

-- well, after seeing you in your work uniform almost every day, seeing you with different clothes is surely something, specially with how far appart the styles are

--Yeah youre right, i might have to take invite you over so the shock wears off~

Lucas shook his head with a chuckle-- Hey, I wont complain, by the way, shall we get going?

She nodded and after the Man held the door Open for her and closed it and he got in the car both drove to the Drive-In movie theatre.

-- Do you mind if I put on the radio?-- she asked.

--Not at all...-- her companion answered.

As the song came in from the radio, Nova quickly recognized it.

《Some boys take a beautiful girl

And hide her away from the rest o' the world

I wanna be the one to walk in the sun

Oh girls, they wanna have fun

Ho hoo girls just wanna have

That's all they really want

Is some fun

When the workin' day is done

Oh girls, they wanna have fun

Oh girls just wanna have...》

It didnt take long for her to start singing along, Lucas joining in while tapping the rythm of the song on the steering wheel.

After a 15 minute drive, they went to get some snacks for the movie.

Nova was holding on Lucas' arm, her head resting on his shoulder-- The snacks here are crazy expensive...

--Hey now, its my treat-- the Man said with a smile that made her heart melt-- you worry about nothin okay?

She sighed and a soft smile appeared on her lips-- ...thank you..

--Dont mention it...~

Once they had their snacks and drinks, they got back in his car and Parked it with the other vehicles.

-- I got some pillows and blankets, to be more comfortable, you know?

--I do like a Man whose well prepared-- Nova flirted as Lucas wrapped the blanket around them both and fixed the pillows to simulate a sofá.

--I try my best-- the Man added, to then look away and remember all the dumb shit he did while deployed. If she only knew...

Soon,the marathon started, first it was the triology of Back To The Future, then Beetlejuice, followed up by Akira and E.T.

Whilist watching the movies, Nova scooted closer to Lucas and pressed her head against his chest, her companion answered by hugging her waist and putting his head ontop of hers.

--here-- she said raising her hand with a clump of sweet popcorn to his mouth.

--Thank you-- Lucas said taking a bite out of the popcorn.

Both smiled afterwards, Sure, it was cheesy, but they were watching 80s movies in a drive-in, it couldnt get any more cheesier than that. But they werent complaining.

Both did doze off during some of them, but by the time the marathon was over, they have watched most of them.

Then, he drove her home in a nice and comfortable silence.

It was broken however, when they reached the womans house.

--Hey, stay the night-- Nova said.

--I..I dont want to bother...-- Lucad said.

--Youre no bother Lu, its late and youre tired, its safer if you stay here with me, besides...-- She looked away-- Id like to cuddle you somewhere comfier...

The Man nodded, cheeks Pink, parking the car on her yard.

Once inside her home, both went to her room.

--Heres an oversized shirt I have, itll fit you-- she said handing him a black shirt-- and some unisex pyjama pants.

--Thank you-- Said Lucas a bit embarassed-- they seem comfy...

--They are-- the woman reassured with a warm smile that seemed to dissolve the nervousness he was feeling-- that door leads to a bathroom, you can change there

He nodded and obliged, walking to the bathroom and going inside.

Lucas, who was very happy, took a picture of himself wearing the clothes that his crush lent him, sending it to the Group chat he had with the rest of the Alpha Commando, with the caption "Im staying the night at her place :))))".

He couldnt wait the angry responses from his Friends.

With a proud smile he got out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom.

He found Nova sitting on the bed with her legs crossed,she was wearing a pink t-shirt at black flared shorts.

--Ready to sleep?--She asked.

He nodded, putting his phone on silent mode and connecting it to its charger--You look very cute, by the way

--You also look cute-- Nova complimented getting in bed under the covers, making grabby hands at him with a playfull smile.

-- yeah, comin' comin' --the Man got into bed and pulled her closer, face against his chest--I trend to trash a lot...you know, PTSD And stuff...--He said almost ashamed.

--Hey now, thats okay, if you wake up from a nightmare or something you let me know okay?-- the woman assured Him, cupping one of his cheeks.

--Okay, ill Keep it in mind-- he answered back, leaning In a little bit.

And then she leaned in too.

There was a silence until Lucas asked-- May I..?

--Please do-- Nova answered.

And without thinking it twice, his lips met hers, melting into a warm and loving kiss.

His grip around her tightened, letting out a soft sigh as her hands caressed the nape of his neck.

Opening his eyes half way the Man said-- I fucking love you

--Me too...-- she kissed him again, slower this time, trying to help him relax enough to fall asleep-- youre safe with me okay?, remember that...

--I know-- Lucas whispered with fondness in his voice and eyes-- I always feel safe when im with you, my little Ray of sunshine

Nova smiled, cheeks heating up-- youre so sweet..., My dear

He chuckled and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath-- Good night, sunshine

--Good night, dear...

And for the first night in a while, Lucas didnt have nightmares, and the thought of the jealous comments he was going to get the Next day made him fall asleep with a smile.

#cw ptsd mention #tw ptsd mention #cw food mention #tw food mention #cw nightmare mention #tw nightmare mention #half ocs|military goofballs (l//d//r)

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bbeelzemon · 3 years

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my dads workplace got a very nice flower arrangement for my mom, and like. man like 2/3 of the flowers im pretty sure are poisonous to cats hfjdfjsg

#i say 'pretty sure' because i can look up lists of flowers poisonous to cats but im not great at IDing them dhsjfjs #but like. it has lilies. carnations. i think it has hydrangea and chrysanthemums fhjsfjsh #all thats left after those is the green leafy bits and these little tiny yellow flowers and like. roses HFJSF #still a very very nice gesture though... my aunts have been making everything about them this whole time #so its very nice to see my mom get something for herself where she is the main focus..#i think for mothers day im just going to hang out with her all afternoon..#not 2 sound full of myself but the best gift for my mom is just. me LOL and spending time with me #I'll still have my phone though and I'll be at my computer after dinner as always (which is when im most active online anyway)#anyway ya we'll watch some moveys she likes :) the past month has been a living hell for her so i want her 2 have at least ONE day 2 hersel #and again not 2 sound like im full of myself but i think my moms ideal day is just . hanging out with me HFJSFHS #OK OK im go back to sleep now. will reblog art once again when i wake up <3 #2day i think im finally in a drawing moode.... might draw some friends rp server ocs we shall see ..

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snickerdoodlles · 2 years

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that wip!!! my current favorite patpran flavor is by far post-singapore established rs with pran's mom starting to be accepting in louder ways, so i truly can't wait for it!!

omg, thank you friend!! im really pumped for it too XD i'm still working on ch1 right now, but i have this huge messy outline of ideas for it that im really pumped to write. im actually getting really excited just thinking about this again lol, but im only about a third of the way thru ch1 so far. so i'm about to defeat the whole purpose of sharing just a snippet, here's the full opening scene of this WIP XD (find under the read more!)

takes place ~1 yr after the BBS finale, hope you enjoy 😂🥰

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It’s Pran’s last day in Singapore, and it’s determined to go wrong.

First, Pran’s morning flight gets delayed six hours due to an unexpected rainstorm. His snacks run out in less than an hour and Pran’s bounced from terminal to terminal, getting squished between crowds of equally irate travellers or dripped on by new incoming ones, until finally he gives up and dimples his way into an owner’s lounge he has no right to be in. He finally has the privacy to call Pat and salvage the morning’s mood, but then his mother rings him not even five minutes in.

“It’s a conspiracy,” he deadpans as his traitor of a boyfriend just laughs at the absurdity of it all. Pat blows him obnoxious kisses until Pran hangs up on him, and Pran’s still smiling widely when he switches over to his mother’s call.

His mother’s eyes crinkle warmly in turn. “That face looks like good news.”

Pran presses his lips together and nods. “Mm. My flight leaves before three this afternoon.”

She brightens. “Wonderful! Are we still on for dinner tonight then?”

Pran hesitates. Thing is, he wants to see his parents again. Delays to his building’s construction had pushed his original return date back by two months, and he’s spent more than one long night just dreaming of eating his body weight in his mother’s tom yum soup. But his day was meant to be spent taking Pat apart, and instead he’s trapped in Singapore’s disgustingly wonderful airport. He doesn’t want to rearrange his whole week’s plans just because of this delay, but…he misses Pat.

His mother cocks her head to the side inquisitively and Pran smiles. “I’d like to, but I might be really late getting in.”

“That’s fine,” she says quickly, “We have snacks if we need them, we just want to see you. I’m making your favourite for dinner.” Pran’s stomach growls loud enough just at the thought of soup for her to hear it and she laughs. “Good to see that hasn’t changed.”

Pran blushes. “Singapore calls itself a food paradise, but it hasn’t had your cooking,” he complains.

“Such a flatterer,” she chides, but Pran can tell she’s pleased. “You’ll still be able to get here alright? Don’t waste money on a cab, your father can pick you up if you need a ride.”

Pran smothers his laughter and waves off her concern. “I’ll be fine.” Pran had already made the offer to him, and Pat had looked ready to fight in gladiator combat at just the suggestion of someone that isn’t him picking up Pran from the airport. Not that Pran had insisted very hard, he has plans for when he finally gets his hands on Pat again. “I already checked my new arrival time with my ride.”

“Mm, that’s good.” His mother hesitates and then says, too casually it’s not deliberate, “You should bring your boyfriend to dinner.”

The equivalent of a record scratch rings in Pran’s ears as he blinks stupidly at his screen.

“...Pran?”

Pran forces his mouth to work. “Ah. Boyfriend?”

His mother is much better at hiding her dimple than him, but Pran can tell she’s trying not to laugh at him. “Mhmm. I’m sure you know him--a hundred eighty-eight centimetres, nice hair, cute eyes, parents live next door…”

Pran wheezes. “Mm, that boyfriend.”

His mother’s openly grinning now. Pran’s still trying to find the earth’s axis again.

It’s not like their parents don’t know. His parents didn’t even bother asking Pran if he’s found a new place to stay for his return to Thailand, it’s simply known and never acknowledged that Pran will be moving in with Pat. He and Pat aren’t sure exactly when their parents figured out their breakup ruse, but they’ve since danced around the elephant in the room with a grace and more they’d learned from avoiding the origin of their families’ rivalry for so many years.

Until now, apparently.

Pran’s been quiet for too long; his mother’s beginning to look worried. “Pran?”

“Ah, sorry. He’d love to come.” A tension Pran hadn’t noticed eases in his mother’s shoulders, and Pran smiles. “I’ll text you when we’re on our way.”

His mother’s crinkled eye smile deepens. “Excellent. Any food allergies I need to know about?”

Pran shakes his head. “No. Oh! Don’t make anything too spicy, he has low tolerance.”

“I can make it mild,” his mother reassures him, looking faintly baffled. Probably trying to do chilli maths in her head, which is always hilarious to watch--she once ate a whole carolina reaper and her only reaction was a look of utter disappointment. It took her years to make a som tum mild enough for his dad to eat without tearing up.

Pran smothers his smile. “Make Dad your taste tester.”

She snorts. “You know that won’t work. That man has so many great qualities, but taste victim is not one of them,” she says fondly. A fair complaint--his mother could serve his father garbage and he’d still eat it with a besotted smile. Pat does the same thing to him all the time, it’s terrible. His mother taps her lip thoughtfully. “Though he does turn awfully red when he eats spicy food…”

Pran can’t help but beam as she mutters food options to herself and needles him on Pat’s favourite snacks. His enthusiasm flusters her, but Pran can’t help it, not with the excitement cracking through his ribs and pounding through his veins.

Pat’s coming to dinner.

):) (:(

#bad buddy #fic: nothing new #im so excited for this fic bc its kinda like. all these things that i could see happening in a s2 of bbs and i rly want them to be a thing #i just also have so many wips hfjhjfh im a fool!!!#when i find focus im gonna have soooo many things to share the number of ideas floating around are unreal 😂#cookie's writing #nice things people say to me #anyways hope yall like i just gotta... finish some stuffs.... aaaaaaaa

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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The little snippet about Mary and Tom in Offside was incredible and I just want more of them!! So maybe like Edwina’s birth or their wedding or whatever you see fit to give us pleasee

Baby Katie makes me so happy!! Would love to see some more of Baby Kate and Mary if you have the chance :)

But Also let’s take. A second to appreciate the fact that Tom’s sister definitely took Kate home and went “Ahhh Tharman, the girl you like doesn’t like you because she thinks you have a wife? Maybe ket’s think about that.”

Baby Katie is always the sweetest little bean so here’s how Mary’s adjusting to being a new Mum of two

“Hey Mary, not judging, but did you know Katie’s swinging off the bannister?” Tom’s sister’s voice called through the house.

Mary’s heart leapt into her through as she spun around, “She’s what?! Katie!”

It had been harder than she’d thought, and she’d never really thought it would be easy. Katie wouldn’t even be six for another month, and she had a one month old baby, and Tom helped, he really was such a beautiful father, it was just hard to feel like she wasn’t failing all the time.

And of course the guilt was there too. Because when Edwina screamed, she screamed all day, like she had today, and Katie had been left to sit watching Postman Pat for hours on end. Of course she was bored, of course she was-

Yes, Mary saw as she hurried into the entrance, Katie was literally climbing the walls, a blanket tied around her neck.

“Katie, honey, can you get down from there?” Mary tried not to let her voice shake as Im climbed the stairs quietly behind her, a slightly exasperated smile on her face, ready to grab her if needs be.

Katie for her part looked more than a little surprised at being asked to dismount the bannister. “But I was… gonna be Superman.”

Something tugged at Mary’s chest, “That sounds fun, but can you play on the floor?”

Kate sighed as her Aunt caught her under the armpits, hoisting her back down. “You’re trouble aren’t you?”

Katie giggled, her feet kicking wildly, Her voice a little smug “Yep.”

Relief flooded Mary as she knelt in front of her, “Katie, I know today’s been a little hard, but I just have to feed Edwina and then we’ll do something fun together, I promise, okay? Maybe we can make a volcano.”

Her little lip was pouting out, her brow furrowed, that beautiful curly hair tickling Mary’s hands as she slowly nodded. “Okay. Is Auntie Im gonna stay?”

“Go? And miss hanging out with my favourite kiddo and a volcano? No way.” Im had moved away, stepped down a step, to move around Katie that was all.

Mary would replay what happened next in her head so many times, for the rest of her life probably.

She turned away, Edwina still fussing in her arms to lead Katie from the stairs, so she didn’t even see it, just her mad scrabbling and Im yelling-

“Katie, No!”

And she couldn’t turn quick enough and Kate’s scream pierced through the house. Right through her.

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Mary couldn’t even remember the first time she’d looked at Katie and thought That’s my child. Weeks after she’d started dating Tom, she was sure, but one day they’d been in Asda, Tom walking ahead of her, Katie on his shoulders as they looked at cereal and she’d been staring at how beautiful they were together, love hammering in her heart even then, and a woman had hummed,

“You have a beautiful family.”

And instead of She’s not mine, all that had come out was “Thank you, I do.”

And now it was over. She was sure it would be, married just seven months, soon to be done she was sure. Because Tom had trusted her, trusted her to be a mother to both there children, and she hadn’t done it.

Katie had been screaming, jumped from the bannister just a few steps up but it was enough, screaming clutching her arm and Mary had been frozen,

“Mary, Mary!” Her sister in law’s voice had been calm, “Mary give me Edwina, you need to go.”

“MUMMY!” Katie’s scream had cut through the afternoon desperate and painful and Mary had never moved quicker in her life, handing the baby to her, crouching before Katie, bundling her up.

“She’s not here sweetheart, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” Tears rolling down both their cheeks, her own useless, pooling on the floor.

“I’ll tell Tharman to meet you, just go.”

“Please just tell him I’m sorry.” And her voice had broken.

Katie was still crying now, in the backseat of her car, clutching at her arm, “IT HURTS IT HURTS MUMMY!”

Tearing at Mary’s skin as she drove, her child desperate in the back seat and she couldn’t do anything, screaming for a woman who couldn’t hear her.

“Papa will be here soon Katie, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” It was all she could say, even as she sat with Katie on her knee dictating to the sympathetic nurse.

“I’m, not her Mum, I’m she’s mine I just- I’m married to her Dad and I have guardian privileges, please just help her, please.”

And still Tom wasn’t there, stuck on the other side of the city, in peak hour traffic as Katie howled into her chest.

This is your fault, you’re lucky it’s just her arm. Your mother was right. You had no business raising someone else’s child. A voice in her head hissed at her as she watched Katie bundled into an X-ray room. Something vicious settling in her chest. She is mine, she is.

“So Katie, the bones in your arm got knocked a little bit out of place.” The doctor explained gently, Katie sitting on Mary’s lap, calmed by the pain killers, tear tracks still streaking down her face though she hadn’t cried in a while. “So I’m just going to bump them back together and you have to wear a robot arm for two whole months okay?”

Katie nodded a little unsurely, her face pressed against Mary’s neck, nuzzling there gently, “Is my Mummy allowed to stay?”

Mary’s heart stopped. She’d been clutching at her the entire time, screaming for her, and Mary hadn’t realised. Tears pricking at her eyes. Mine, my child. Mine.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere, Katie.”

She felt her relax, melt against her as she held out her left arm, “can my arm be green?”

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“Can you just yell at me and we can get this over with?” She barely recognised her own voice, as she sat across the table from her husband, Katie asleep in their bed upstairs, her arm in a sling, Edwina mercifully quite as well. His sister not long left with a kiss to Mary’s cheek and I know you love Katie. Just relax.

Tom had looked frantic as he’d sprinted through the hospital, tie flying out behind him, the one she’d bought him for Father’s Day, covered in their child’s handprints, skidding to a halt at the foot of the bed. And Mary hadn’t even been able to look at him.

“Look at that arm KiKat!” He’d said, clearly forcing a smile on his face, furious likely.

He’d kissed the top of Mary’s head as he’d bundled Katie into his car, and she’d cried the whole way home in her own. Desperate tears as she pulled onto the side of the road, streaking down her face, terror still gripping her. And he hadn’t said anything about it, not when he’d kissed her cheek and taken the bags of take away from her, not when he’d smiled at her across the table while they ate, Katie on his lap. And she couldn’t take it.

He looked up from his slice of cake, We both deserve one tonight he’d said when he’d put it in front of her, but she hadn’t touched hers. He looked a little confused, hair falling in his eyes, his contacts removed, glasses in place now. His voice slow.

“Sorry… why am I yelling?”

He was going to make her say it, and she could already feel tears choking her throat, and still she couldn’t look at him. “I’m so sorry, I was watching her, I promise I was, I checked on her 2 minutes before Im arrived and then I went into the kitchen to get a blanket from the dryer, and I tried to stop her, and I just turned away from a second, it was just a second and-”

“Hey, Hey.” Tom was crouching in front of her, her hands clasped in one of his, his other hand tilting her chin up to look him in the eyes, “I’m not mad that Katie got hurt, kids do stupid shit all the time, this was definitely not your fault.”

It didn’t even sound true. “I just- Edwina was so fussy today, and I should have been more careful, but I was sitting with her, I was, right up until I went into the kitchen and- I love her, Tom. I love her so much and I’d never let her get hurt.”

“Mary, do you think I don’t know how much you love Katie? You love her so much, just as much as I do, as much as her Mum did. And I’m so fucking lucky to have you to raise my girls with. I love you, so so much and something like this could never change that. It was an accident, okay?” His lips met hers softly, emotion passing softly between them, foreheads pressed together when they pulled back. “On an unrelated note I will be getting guards put on the bannisters, She’s a slippery little sucker. It the good news is, she told me she wants to be a doctor now.”

“Doctor Katharine Sharma has a pretty nice ring to it.” Mary hummed, a weight lifting off her shoulder as Tom settled back in his chair, tugging on her hand until she rested on his lap.

“Fucking great ring to it, actually.” He said.

Silence for a long moment “of course that little menace managed to break her left arm. Weren’t you supposed to force her the write with her right at school?”

“She called me Mummy.” Mary said gently, gauging his reaction, “When she was scared, she did.”

They’d never discussed it, she’d always been Mary. And since they came home from the hospital she had been again, but it felt nice, that in that moment of terrified need, that tiny child had known she was there, that they belonged together.

Tom cleared his throat, tears brimming in his eyes. “She loves you too you know, just as much.”

And finally, Mary believed it.

#offside au #sharma family feels #kate sharma #kate sheffield #mary sharma #tom sharma #molly’s asks and answers

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shreddedparchment · 3 years

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A Wife for Thor Pt.22

Obstacle

04/08/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 5,413

Warnings: angst, jealousy, marital problems, pregnancy, allusions to cheating (no actual infidelity), fluff, smug Loki

A/N: It took me SO long to get this chapter down. I wrote literally like a few sentence a day for a bit and then finally got some good chunks out. This has been a tough week but this chapter makes it all worth it! I hope y’all think so too. A lot of good stuff happens in this chapter, as in stuff that I really like. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work!

Please DO NOT repost my stories on any other sites or blogs.

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The shuffle around the palace as Loki escorts you through the front gate is overwhelming.

It’s safe to say that judging by your reception when you’d shown up in Heimdall’s tower located on the far side of the city, the Asgardians are happy to see you.

Armod is also happy to see you and you rush to get into your car before you can get swarmed by eager Asgardians.

Loki joins you in the back seat and lets Armod gush over his happiness at seeing you back home and healthy. And pregnant! More than anything, the people are happy to see the swell of your belly.

Many of the women are crying as you step out of the car at the palace gate, the men cheering enthusiastically.

Some of the children have found flower petals to throw into the air and it rains white, pink, and yellow blossoms.

It's the small waving hand of a little girl with ebony floor length braids that tugs too hard on your heartstrings and you give in to your impulse.

“Armod, stop the car, I’d like to greet the people,” you ask, swayed further by the eager faces of the young girl's siblings who flank her..

As much as being Queen had come unexpectedly and as much work as it's been, loving the Asgardians has never been a challenge and you've missed your people.

Their kindness has always been the best part of your day.

Armod gives Loki a quick look but stops the car just as the palace gates are opening.

He pulls over to the side, putting it in park before hurrying out to open the door for you.

“Are you sure?” Loki checks, reaching over to place his hand over yours on the seat.

“Of course. I owe them this. I’ve been gone for so long.”

“If you’d rather go in, we can find an excuse.”

“Loki,” you laugh once. “Is something wrong? Is there a reason I shouldn’t get out of the car?”

“Not at all,” he assures you. “I just don’t want you to force yourself. I know this pregnancy hasn’t exactly been easy on you.”

“I’m okay. And I’m sure they wanna see the proof that they have an heir coming. Really, Loki, I don't mind.”

Loki sighs, but gets out quickly to move around and take Armod’s place and offer you his arm.

Taking it, you pull yourself out, and after a long moment to steady yourself on your feet, you turn to face your people.

A large number of Valkyries suddenly pour from the open palace gateway and you wait as they line themselves in front of the gathering crowd. A simple border of control to keep you safe.

The people don’t seem threatened by the guard either and they continue to cheer until you raise your hand and call them to silence.

It only takes a few seconds for the noise to die, leaving only the ambient sounds of the city, wind, and the shuffling feet as more Asgardians and visiting humans gather.

“Hello,” you begin, voice a little shaky from nerves. “I’m...I-I’d like to start by first apologizing for disappearing. And then for being gone so long.”

The people watch and listen attentively, hanging on your every word. As your hands drop down to your belly to stroke it anxiously out of habit, their eyes are drawn to it and they seem to rattle with excitement again.

Looking down at your tummy, you contemplate the little one inside and the kicks he gave you earlier in the day.

He's really in there.

“It’s been a long journey to do what’s been expected of me. Difficult, actually. Giving you and Thor what we’ve all been hoping for is a privilege though. It's important that you all know that.

"However, I'm not as strong as all of you. I'm not as resilient. As soon as I knew that I was expecting the future prince or princess of New Asgard, I knew that I had to take precautions. I had to stop thinking like your Queen and just for a while, think like a mom. I told Thor that I wanted to take some time away from my duties as Queen if only to make sure that my pregnancy would take. In order to ensure the health of this baby.

“Im so very sorry if I caused any of you any worry or pain by disappearing. That was never my intention and it makes me...I can only say that I'm sorry. I hope that you all can understand why I left. The The thing is I’m happy to say that my efforts weren't wasted, clearly."

There's a rumble of gentle laughter that flows through the crowd and breaks the slightly somber mood your speech is causing. You give them a smile and they smile back.

"And while that does make me very happy, it has not been easy to carry this baby. I have been sick and weak but after some rest I'm now feeling stronger than ever. With the constant and careful care provided by Doctors Wilson and Alric, I’m finally able to resume my duties as Queen with the knowledge that this baby is strong and healthy and my body can take the strain of bringing him-or her into this world.

“I’m so happy to be back among my people, my home. You all are my family and it fills me with such joy to know that I have made you all proud.”

The people cheer, more and more gathering along the street so that it’s now clogged and impassable. Others have taken to peeking out of windows from the surrounding buildings or finding balconies and roofs to stand on to get a better look at you.

Their excitement changes to trepidation at the look on your face as you realize that now is the perfect time to address what happened yesterday.

They’re so attuned to your mood that they quiet down again and wait nervously for you to speak.

"On a more serious note, I know that many of you must have been shocked by the lies spewed onto the pages of the Watch. And I'd like to be as clear as I possibly can about my absence from the palace.

"I only left because of the concern I had for our future prince or princess. There was absolutely no other reason for my absence in our great city. While it is true that something did happen between Thor, Jane, and myself--well, I will only say that now I know that His Majesty the King of Asgard is wholly devoted to me and our family, just as he has been from the moment he accepted me as his wife.

"Not that I ever doubted it," you lie. No one needs to know how bad things are and it is true that now you know Thor is devoted to you.

So, it's not completely a lie.

"As a people," you continue. "We'll need to be vigilant about the people we choose to trust to come into our homes. We will be more cautious now, and as a woman…"

You swallow hard, thinking about the words itching on the tip of your tongue to tumble forward and make your heart clear. Maybe it's not right to say it? Maybe it isn't the queenly thing to do?

You don't care.

"As a wife and a soon-to-be mother, I will say that Doctor Jane Foster is not welcome in my home. She has proven to be unworthy of the trust we placed in her and while her expertise is an invaluable commodity that I am sad to lose, I would rather have the second best than risk the stability of my family."

To your surprise, there are a flutter of approving nods and smiles, wives and husband's looking scandalized by the confirmation that something went down but clearly it was Thor that had Jane kicked out. A few cheers come but they quiet down quickly.

"My love for His Majesty is unwavering. As is his for me. No marriage can be without it's struggles but Thor and I are as united as we have ever been. Both in love, devotion, to each other and you, our people. Together we will strive to protect this kingdom to the best of our abilities and with this child, I hope we can begin to lay down proper roots for us so that everyone on Earth will know that New Asgard is here to stay."

The crowd cheers. It's deafening and your hands are trembling so terribly even clenched into fists they shake.

"LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!" someone shouts and the others fall into the chant as it's picked up by what sounds like everyone in the crowd.

A cool hand presses against the center of your back and you lean towards him as he whispers in your ear.

"That was beautifully done, Y/N," Loki admires. "Now come along. You need your rest."

You cradle your bump and the crowd cheers louder as you wave while Loki leads you back into the car.

As it pulls away from the curb, the Valkyrie turn to follow behind you. Faces full of stern pride. Their gleaming armor shining bright in the late afternoon sun.

The large wooden and steel reinforced gates of the palace close with a thundering clatter and you lean back, heart suddenly clenching painfully. Your stomach turns and you feel like you might throw up.

You shut your eyes and open the window allowing the cooling air to help drive your nausea away.

"Y/N? You alright?" Loki checks, putting his hand on your arm.

"I'm fine," you assure him, unwilling to open your eyes.

"Are you sure? Only, you're looking a little green."

That doesn't actually happen does it? Do people look green when they're gonna throw up?

You assume he's exaggerating, but as the last bit of the swirl in your belly passes, you look at him with fearful eyes.

"I'm nervous," you admit.

"To see Thor?"

"Mm," you nod.

"He's missed you. He will probably try and hug you. Might even kiss you."

"I don't know if I can handle that, Loki."

"You'll have to. The guards around the palace are sworn to secrecy about anything that happens in here, but with the amount of information that magazine was able to get we're pretty sure there's a mole amongst our number."

You look away from him, frowning because the last thing you want is to hug and kiss Thor.

Well, that is, you really want to do those things. Which is why you shouldn't. Not until you can be around him with some kind of rational thought and control over your feelings.

You need to get a grip and come to terms with the reality of your situation before you can let yourself love hum.

You have to protect yourself.

It turns out that you have nothing to worry about.

Estrid who had come before you with your things is there to greet you. A few others of the palace staff come to see you and you're welcome back with fondness.

Because you know you have to play the part, you look for him.

"His Majesty had a sudden summons from the Lady Sif and the Warriors Three, my Queen. He apologizes for missing your arrival but he's had the small dining room filled with all of your favorites.

"When you are finished with dinner, he has asked that you wait for him in his study."

Estrid's tone tells you she's wary for you. She wants to make sure you're okay.

The disappointment you feel gives you away not only to yourself, but everyone there to see your face fall as you caress your belly.

"A blessing in disguise?" Loki suggests in your ear for just you, but the smile on his lips says he knows better.

"He'll be back before it gets too late, Your Majesty," Estrid assures you, trying to soothe your sadness. "He promised. There’s nothing more he wants than to see you."

"I know," you smile at her, then the others before you head for the dining room, your stomach grumbling in anticipation of the foods you know are waiting.

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Waiting is torture. You keep trying to read your book but your attention is pulled back to the door of Thor’s study every few seconds.

You groan, dropping the book onto the desk before throwing your head back with scrunched up eyes.

How is it possible to be desperate to see someone while also dreading it?

It feels like you'll die if you don't lay eyes on Thor but also like it'll tear you to shreds if you do. There's no winning here.

You gasp as the door opens and get to your feet in the same breath.

Thor's body is rising and falling heavily with his own labored breathing. He'd been running.

To get to you? No. You can't be swayed.

"I'm here."

His declaration is soft but heavy with meaning. More than just him announcing his arrival.

"Oh, aren't you a vision," he gushes.

"Hi," you whisper, only because you can't catch your breath.

He's wearing jeans, a plain black t-shirt stretched across his bulging chest. He's even more massive than you remember. Three months away has deprived you so fully that suddenly being in his presence leaves you hungry for him.

You want him so much.

"I've missed you, desperately," he confesses. "May I greet you properly?"

You frown, so undecided.

"Or not," Thor relents. "Forgive me, I just got caught up in the moment."

Why is this so hard?

You want to feel him.

"You can greet our baby properly," you give in.

A big part of you needs to feel him and this is the only way you can give in and feel like you're still doing your best to hold strong in your resolve to get some distance.

Thor’s eye lights up and quickly finds the swell of your tummy with recognition.

"Really?"

"I will never keep you from our baby, Thor. Even if I'm not ready for things to go back to normal between us just yet."

Thor takes a half step towards you and watches you carefully for any indication that you're not comfortable with his proximity.

You sigh, head tilted to the left slightly before you hold out your hand to him, beckoning him closer.

In three long strides Thor takes your hand and stops when he's only a foot away.

"Here," you gasp.

Your heart is in overdrive. Thor’s touch is doing things to your body. There's an initial rush of butterflies in your stomach and quickly you pull Thor’s hands to the spots where your baby is kicking in response.

Thor’s body freezes. He goes rigid. He even stops breathing.

For a moment you begin to worry that maybe you've broken him, until he suddenly drops to his knees.

He swallows hard, eyes pooling as he stares at the swell of your stomach as the baby continues to kick.

“They’re really in there,” he’s so choked up about it that his voice cracks around the words.

As he speaks, the baby kicks more.

Thor laughs but then leans in to kiss your stomach over the fabric of your dress.

“We really made her,” Thor gushes.

“Her?”

He looks up at you, confused for a second before he smiles wide, “Or him. It doesn’t matter. What matters is our baby is coming.”

Your heart swells, and you’re so happy that you could float away like a hot air balloon with the warmth flooding your limbs.

This is the moment you’d dreamt of. This is the moment that had been stolen from you by Jane and her lies. This is the moment that you and Thor had both been yearning for.

He’s so caught up in it, floating through the glow of this perfect moment that he presses his lips to your tummy again two more times before he’s rising, his hand hooked behind your neck as he meets your lips as he gets to his feet.

You’re so unprepared for it, so utterly lost in this sweet exchange between him and your baby that your lips pucker on their own.

He opens his eye and yours, already open, stare into his. He looks slightly shocked to find himself kissing you but he doesn’t stop.

Instead, his expression shifts into a pained look of desire. He pulls back, his hand dropping to grip your bicep.

“I would say that I’m sorry but I have been wanting to kiss you since the moment I left you three months ago.”

You say nothing, watching him, listening. You’re searching your soul to see if this is okay with you because it feels okay. Despite the sirens blaring in your mind about the restrictions you’d set for yourself when you’d decided to come back home, your body is telling you it needs this. Your heart is painfully aching at Thor’s touch.

You’ve missed it. You’ve missed him.

“Is this alright? I can go.”

The idea of him going now feels like the end of the world. Rationally, you know that isn’t an appropriate response to his offering to leave you be, especially when you know you asked him for space for specific reasons.

“No,” your hands grip the sides of his t-shirt tightly, holding him in place without any actual strength since compared to him, you’re as mighty as a little mouse.

You refuse to look up at him, despite the crumbling of your resolve.

“No, don’t go.”

It’s an almost involuntary shy response to your diminishing shame at losing all control after his touch. After one kiss. You should be disappointed in yourself. And part of you is. However, that part of you grows increasingly small as Thor gently takes hold of your chin and guides your gaze up until you can meet his.

“I’m sorry, cherub. I will try and be worthy of you again.”

“I know,” you admit, knowing how sorry he’s been from the moment he realized that he’d done something that hurt you badly. “I know you are.”

“Can I kiss you, cherub?”

His voice is so deep, so alluring and coaxing that you drop your gaze again, fixing it on his collarbone before slowly you nod.

His arm winds its way around your waist and he pulls you to him before dipping down and catching your lips with his again.

He pulls away after a second because the swell of your belly gets in the way, but he laughs and looks down at it.

The pleasant sound of his happiness gives you too much joy.

As you begin to smile, Thor reaches down to press one hand to the side of your stomach while he pulls you against him again and kisses you this time with more fervor.

The longer he has his lips pressed to yours, the more enthusiastic he gets until finally you’re breathless and you pull back but instead of pulling away, you wrap your arms around him and fist the back of his t-shirt,

You bury your face against his wide chest and Thor brings his hands back up to caress the sides of your face, his lips kissing the top of your head.

“I know I may not have a right to say this, but thank you for coming home. Thank you for coming back to me. I thought I’d lost you."

His arms grow a little tighter, his heart is in an absolute stampede.

You turn your head sideways so that you can listen to his heartbeat.

"This is what I'd wanted," you whimper, starting to be overcome with the emotion of being reunited with Thor and things falling into place more easily. "This is how I'd wanted us to share this moment."

Thor sighs heavily, giving you one more squeeze before he pushes you back a little so that he can look at you.

“I’m so sorry that I robbed you of that. I was a fool,” he nods, his eye intense as he stares into yours with wordless declarations piercing into you.

The memory of your speech with the people when you arrived pops into your head and now with Thor’s arms around you it all feels a little like an overreaction. The past three months feels like a distant nightmare.

Or does this feel like a dream?

“Thor,” you begin but Thor’s lips are on you again, drowning out your words.

“Oh, to hear you say my name,” he declares and kisses you again.

Your mouth opens for him and you absolutely melt against his chest as he nearly dips you in passion.

He pulls back again, “Is this real?”

He kisses you.

“You feel so good in my arms.”

He kisses you.

“Your skin is so…” but then he hums and kisses you.

He dips down and with his arms tight around your waist but also careful with the swell of your stomach, he lifts you so that you’re level with his eye.

“I love you, so much, my cherub. Thank you, thank you for coming home. Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I stayed away,” you sigh. “I need to be strong without you, Thor. I was hurt but I never stopped loving you.”

His face goes through shame, understanding, and then elation.

In a burst of subdued anger and aggression for what he put you through, you reach up and grab his shoulder. You dig your fingers in against the taut muscle then reach up to pull one of his ears.

You’re clearly not hurting him but he allows you to move his head, understanding the need to express your anger even if you’re not doing any damage.

“Never do that to me again,” you growl. “Never say that you’ll leave me. Why would you say that? Even in passing? You were so damn sure.”

“No, Y/N, I wasn’t. The moment I saw you, I knew that I could never leave you. I’m sorry. I could never even think those thoughts again.”

“You better not, or I won’t come back next time. I’ll disappear and you’ll never see me again.”

Thor takes your threat for what it is. A promise. Truth.

He shakes his head as he leans forward to press his forehead to yours, shutting his eye.

“I swear,” he begins. “On my life.”

He keeps you there, hovering over the ground with your heads together for a few minutes before he slowly lowers you to the ground. You realize it’s because he wants to stroke your belly and you take a slight step back so that he can.

He smiles, happy. It reminds you of the look your people had when you’d arrived only a hundred times as possessive and joyful.

Again, your speech intrudes on your reunion and this time, you won’t let him distract you.

“Thor,” you coax, placing your hands over his where they rest on the sides of your stomach.

“Yes, my cherub?”

He’s excessive in the affection he puts in his voice but you know that he must be floating on cloud nine after what you both went through when you made him leave you at your house.

“I-I did something and I’m not sure if it was right of me to do it,” you watch his brow wrinkle and for a split second you almost lose yourself in the beauty of his face.

Has he always been this handsome?

“When I got back I kinda made a speech? Everyone was so happy to see me and to see me carrying our heir and I wanted to apologize to them for leaving and for making them worry. I wanted to share in their excitement for the baby and with that stupid tabloid having come out yesterday-”

“Right, the article,” there’s guilt in his voice despite there being no truth to the rumors it printed.

“I wanted to put their minds at ease and I...I did confirm that something happened with Jane but not what they were thinking.”

Thor’s expression hardens just a tad and he pulls backs towards a large armchair. He grabs your hand though and pulls you along with him until he can sit and then carefully attempts to offer you his lap, unsure if you’ll sit.

You do, because you’re tired and because you’re not eager to be away from him again. Now that you’re touching him, you’re not in a hurry to change that again.

“What did you say exactly?”

Swallowing hard, you lick your lips nervously, “Um...I told them the truth. Not exactly the truth, but enough of it that they’ll understand that Jane isn’t welcome here. I said that the only reason I left is for my health and the health of the baby, which is true. I didn’t want them to worry about us because even if we didn’t reconcile, I want us to be united for them at least.

“But I don’t trust Jane, Thor. Not after what she did. Not after how she treated me when you weren’t looking, and the people need to know that I will protect them from anyone, no matter who they are to you or me.”

Thor’s face grows pained as you speak, his arm wrapping around your waist as his other hand caresses the side of your stomach. You’re starting to realize that it’s going to be hard to get his hands off it, but that doesn’t seem like a terrible problem.

“I wish you had told me that she’d been rude to you,” Thor sighs, taking his hand off of his stomach to stroke your cheek. “If I had known-”

“She wasn’t rude to me Thor, she dismissed me. I wasn’t even worth acknowledging to her and now I know it’s because she was jealous and wanted you back because what? She saw what we had together and suddenly it was good enough for her?

“I was in her way. That’s all I was. Even if in the end she couldn’t go through with it whether it was because she felt guilty for doing this to us or for lying or for having second thoughts and knowing that she doesn’t want to be Queen or a mom, she’s a bad person to me. And I have every right to protect myself, my baby, and our marriage from her. She’s not welcome here Thor. I never want to see her again. Ever.”

He’s cradling you now, holding you close because the intensity with which you're telling him that Jane is not welcome in your home is transferring to him.

“And if you’d known, you wouldn’t have done anything, Thor. You’d probably have talked to her and asked her what was going on and she would have lied to you and you would have believed her.”

He doesn’t deny it. He does look like it hurts him to know that you know though. That’s enough for you.

“I think it took her lying and doing this to us to make you see what she’s capable of.”

Thor shuts his eye, resting his head against your chest as he wraps his arms around you again.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, Thor. But you weren’t the one who lied. I mean, you didn’t tell me what was happening, but you weren’t the reason that this happened. If Jane hadn’t lied-”

“But she did,” Thor says, his deep voice anguished. “And I failed to honor my vows. You are my Queen and I should have come to you the moment she told me she was pregnant.”

You both fall into silence as you reach over to stroke his bicep. His skin is so soft. Touching it gives you comfort in a way you weren’t aware you needed. The more you touch it the more you need to feel it.

A finger stroking his skin turns into two, then four, then your entire hand is running up under the sleeve of his t-shirt.

With the way his hand curls around your thigh, you know that both your bodies are responding to your touch. Both of you are heated but instead of giving into that because you aren’t ready for that yet, you lay your head on his shoulder and curl in closer to his chest.

Thor sighs heavily, wrapping you up in his arms as he cradles you close.

“Now we know better,” you whisper.

“Now I know what losing you will do to me,” Thor agrees. “I’ve missed you so much, cherub.”

You don’t respond. You’re too choked up to say anything without your voice cracking so both of you stay like that for a while.

The cocoon of Thor’s arms is toasty and from the exhaustion you’re feeling plus all of the emotions that have drained you, your eyes are heavy and difficult to keep open.

“What about you?”

Thor’s chest rumbles with a chuckle.

“We can talk more tomorrow, cherub. Sleep.”

“I’m not sleepy,” you lie.

“Very well, then. What about me?”

“You’re sleepy?” you look up at him, full of concern.

He chuckles again, “No, cherub. What were you asking?”

“Oh! I just wanted to know if you’re okay. What Jane did to you can’t have been easy. Despite what she did to us as a couple, she said she was pregnant. You’ve been wanting a baby for so long and she dangled that in front of you like the rat that she is. And then she wasn’t even pregnant?”

Thor’s arms constrict around you as he pulls you up towards him to kiss you.

It’s slow and full of emotion.

“Even after all of that, you’re still worried about me?”

“It took time,” you admit. “Once I wasn’t so angry and I thought about what Jane really did. I hate the idea that your heart broke over her lies. I can’t believe she ever loved you if she was willing to make you feel that way.”

Thor just stares at you, searching your eyes before he rubs his nose gently against your own. When he speaks, his voice is so low, so deep, an intimate whisper. It burrows into your chest and settles right there underneath your ribs and makes you breathless with missing him and desire.

“That’s why you’re my Queen, Y/N. And she is not.”

You’re not sure if it’s an Asgardian ability or if maybe it’s something specific to Thor, but he has a way of making you swoon.

“I missed you so much,” he confesses again, that whisper sinful. “Did you not miss me?”

You nod because you can’t speak. There’s a lump in your throat made of both sadness and want.

“Was your bed as frigid as mine was in your absence? Did you miss my breath on your neck as I did yours? Or the steady beat of your heart when you pressed your breast to my back as you held me while I slept?”

Fuck, he’s making this so impossible.

“I hate you so much,” you counter, but his lips stretch into a small knowing smile as you take a tight hold of the neck of his shirt and pull him up to meet your lips.

He exhales heavily into you, tasting you, relishing in every pulsating touch as both your hearts ache and yearn almost in disbelief as if both of you can’t believe that these wants, these needs are finally being met.

As he pulls back to tilt his head the other way, he takes hold of the sides of your face again, his lips grazing yours, “I love you.”

Before you can reply or yank him back into that torturous yet blissful kiss, a voice at the doorway clears their throat.

“Well, that was fast, what happened to keeping him at a distance?”

Loki’s voice pulls your gaze and you can feel your cheeks and neck burn at how easily it seems you’ve crumbled when finally face to face with Thor.

You frown at your brother-in-law, while Thor ignores his brother and leans up to press very non-chaste kisses to your neck, “I told you coming back was a bad idea.”

But Loki’s smile is blinding and with one chuckle he backs out of the room, shutting the door quietly as Thor turns you back to him so that he can get back to kissing you.

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misstressshelby · 3 years

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The Good The Bad and Everything In-between

Summary: Living with two Shebly men has its ups and downs. A second part of my Lost Boy writing. (I suck at summaries)

Warnings: Language

Word Count:1,856

Paring: Tommy/Reader (Reader is GN but there is a slight refecne to pregnancy)

(A/N: I just want to say thank you for 50 notes on Lost Boy! I didn’t think anyone would he interested in a little headcanon I created. I guess we can all agree Finn deserved better. )

You longed for Arrow House even as it’s large gates came into view. Tommy planned to go eighty percent legitimate by the end of next year so that meant playing nice with the tofts. Spending all afternoon with the wives of Tommy’s business associates had drained you. You couldn’t remember if the pit in your stomach or the thumping in your head started before or after lunch.

All you knew was as soon as you entered the house you instantly felt better. Mary was waiting for you as usual. You had lived in Arrow House for a year now but still weren’t used to having maids around.

“Good afternoon Mrs.Shelby. How was your lunch?” Mary smiled as soon you walked in.

“Long Mary, very long.” You gave a tight smile back. Offering a ‘Thank You” as she took your coat.

Before you could ask her where the rest of your family was, Finn walked out of the living room. He was still wearing his school uniform he claimed to hate because it made him look like a “posh twat”. His tutor Mr.Chapman followed behind him shuffling papers into a briefcase.

“Hello, Finn, how's tutoring going?’ You asked.

‘Yeah, it’s alright.’ The redhead grunted back before moving to go outside.

“Are you finished with your homework?” You questioned already suspecting the answer.

“Nah I got a couple more pages but I wanna go to the stables. I’ll only be an hour I swear it.” Finn gave you the pleading look he’d mastered.

After considering it for a moment you nodded,” An hour Finn. Then you finish up your homework before dinner.”

The boy gave you half a hug on his way out. He had to lean down to capture you in his arms. He was only fifteen but he was already taller than you and your husband though Tom would never admit it.

Watching Finn run out the door you turned your attention to the tutor. The man was standing in the hallway fiddling with his bag uneasily.

“How is he doing Mr.Chapman?'' You finally addressed him.

“Well he’s doing alright I suppose.” He continued seeing your questioning stare. “He’s still struggling with a few concepts but he’s quick to figure things out.”

“Yeah, that’s the Shelby in ‘im” You chuckle to yourself. “Do we owe you for the week?

Shaking his head Mr.Chapman told you “No.No. Mr.Shelby already took care of it.’

Adjusting his satchel he quickly left out the same door as Finn. He never stayed long after their sessions.

Not giving it much thought, you headed straight to your husband’s office. He was already gone when you woke this morning and as silly as it was you missed him. After knocking against the door you pull it open before Tommy’s muffled “come in” could even start.

“Hello, Tommy, how ‘is your day going?” You greet him while making the short walk to his desk.

He looked up from his papers with a cigarette hanging off his lips to give a short “Busy.”, before writing again.

You didn’t let this deter you as you sat on the edge of his desk that wasn’t covered in files. Taking the cigarette from his lips you kissed him as if you had been deprived of him for months.

“The tutor just left. He said Finn is making good progress.” You informed him.

He watched as you took a drag off his cigarette with a glint in his eyes. Knowing you wouldn’t leave until he gave you the attention you demanded he leaned back in his chair.

“How was lunch with Minnie and Ida then?” He asked.

‘It was like every other boring lunch, we sat around and ate tiny food while they complained about the other wives. I've invited Minnie and Richard to dinner next Wednesday.”, You could feel your headache return as you told him.

Tommy gave you a curious look waiting for you to take another drag.

‘She was telling me Richard is looking into investing in the car business while it’s on the rise and all. So I figured we’d have them for dinner and if business happens to be brought up you two can talk about it.” You explain.

“So happens to be brought up?” Tommy teased.

“Yes, it usually happens at these things.” You tell him with a slight smile.

“Now you finish up whatever you’re doing. Dinner will be ready at seven.” You command slipping off the desk while putting the cigarette out in the ashtray.

Your husband let out a loud sigh which was never a good sign.

“Love, I have a lot of work to do ton-’ He started.

“Yes, and you can finish it when you come back from dinner.” You cut him off.

This was the ever-going battle in your home making Tommy stop working and take care of himself. But you’d be damned if you didn’t go down without a fight.

You lean over the side of the desk pulling him lightly by his silk tie into another kiss.

“Thomas Shelby, I will drag you out of this office. Don’t you think for a second I won’t.” You threaten him with a grin.

” Wouldn’t dream of it Mrs.Shelby.”, He smirked back.

At seven on the dot, you all sat down for dinner together as a family.

Finn talked for most of the dinner about school and his favorite football club going to the championship.

You mused about your plans for Minnie’s dinner Wednesday.

Tommy spent most of dinner listening, offering nods or the occasional “yeah”.

Once he and Finn started talking about a horse he wanted to buy for the races he didn’t stop. Long forgotten was the pile of contracts in his office.

For the first time since you woke this morning you were content. The moments you spent with your little family were the ones you cherished the most.

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The sound of a door slamming startled you awake. While the two voices yelling kept you from falling back to sleep. Before you could wonder what the fuss was about, an acidic taste overtook your mouth. You barely made it to the toilet, your knees hitting the hard floor as the bile rose. By the time you had emptied your stomach laying on the bathroom floor the screaming had stopped.

You couldn’t think about anything over the pounding in your head made worse from the buzzing of the lights. Making your way downstairs you noticed everything irritated you.

The fact that you tripped over Thomas’s shoes you had told him to put away last night. The coldness of the house even though there was a fireplace in almost every room. Even the way Mary greeted you with “Good Morning Mrs.Shelby.” seemed to drip with condescension.

As you reached the dining room you had a feeling the day was going to drag on forever.

Finn was glaring at his eggs while pushing them around his plate. Beside him, Tommy hid behind a newspaper with only a line of smoke to be seen.

The room was tense and you knew neither of the men would say anything first. Stubbornness also ran in the Shelbys.

“Do either of you want to tell what the fuck all the commotion this morning was about?” You snapped sitting in front of your own breakfast.

Finn gave you a glare before starting in,” Yeah Tommy won’t let me go to a football match with me friends. It’s fooking bullshit!”

In return, Tommy put down the paper with a sigh,” You’re not going to Manchester. I’m not discussing this again Finn.”

Both of them looked at you as if you had a say in the matter.

“If Thomas says no the answer is no Finn.” You settled.

“This is complete bollocks. You took me away from me friends in Birmingham and now I’m not allowed to have any friends here either?” Finn screamed standing up from the table.

“We never said you couldn’t have friends Finn. It’s just not the right time to go to Manc-” You tried to calm him down.

“ You’re not me fucking mother you can’t tell me what to do!” He slammed his chair against the table.

“You will not fooking talk too ‘er like that! This is me fooking house and what I say fooking goes.” Tommy said in a cold voice.

The table shook as he slammed his palm down on it, breaking his calm facade.

With that Finn stomped up to his room and Tommy to his office both slamming the door when they arrived.

Waking from a nap you had hoped would help with the sickness you felt you heard silence. You laid in bed for a bit longer feeling tears build up in your eyes. Instead of wallowing, you decided to make peace. You chose to try talking to the youngest first making your way to his room. You knocked on the door.

After waiting to hear a reply or shuffle come from the room you knocked again.

“Fuck off.,” Finn answered.

Ignoring him you opened the door anyway to find him lying on his bed still dressed from this morning. He simply turned away from you to face the wall instead.

You sat on the edge of the bed before trying to talk.

“Finn I know you don’t understand this but Tommy is just trying to keep you safe.” You started.

Finn scoffed and moved closer to the wall.

“I know you don’t know this because you’ve been so busy with school, but we’ve had some trouble in Manchester. There’s a gang up there the Scuttlers, who've been trying to move on us. We can’t protect you there Finn. That’s all it is.” Moving closer you put a hand on his shoulder.

``We're happy you’ve made friends at school really. It’s just one match yeah? You can hang out with them another time.” You tried reasoning.

“Yeah.” He grunted, not moving from his spot.

You decided you would take it before going to deal with the other man child.

You found Tommy sitting in his office chair finishing a drink before pouring another.

“ Who does he think he ‘is eh? Talking to me like that in me own fucking house. I should go up there and-’ Tommy began rambling pointing towards the door you just walked through.

“Tom, it's fine. I talked to him and explained everything. Just give ‘im a week and he’ll forget all about it.”You sat in the chair opposite of him.

Once you said that he seemed to relax a little bit.

“I’m still talking to ‘im later. He will not disrespect me or you like that again.” He told you.

To that, you chuckled, “ He’s a teenage boy Thomas he’s gonna argue. But I agree you should talk to him after you’ve both calmed down.”

Tommy nodded and took another swing of his whiskey. He walked over to where you sat leaning against the desk. To your surprise, he smiled.

“You’d make a good mum you know?” He leaned down to stroke your cheek.

“Yeah about that.” You let out.

#tommy shelby reader #finn shelby #finn shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby imagine #tommy x reader

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hehebread · 3 years

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[BKDK] Izuku keeps mentioning a Kacchan to reporters and they think that's his gf

this was a request on twt that i had way too much fun writing. warning for suggestive language!

“And is there…. a special person….or a group of people you would like to thank on air today? Anyone who inspired you? Anyone you would attribute your success to? An image of victory per say?”

Izuku’s eyes glimmer as the bright lights of the studio reflect on his irises. “Oh!” He jumps in his seat, his perfectly- coiffed curls bouncing as he nods frantically to the show’s host. “Yes! Yes!” Leaning forward with his hands on his leg, the camera zooms in on his face where the blush is painting his cheeks. “I wouldn’t be the hero I am today if it wasn’t for Kacchan!”

And it’s as if an earthquake alert dropped on the talk show. The host grows this devious grin on his face as he turns to the camera team and says, “Well, well, well, behind every great man is a woman after all.”

Izuku isn’t quite sure why the host is bringing his mother into this since the interview is reaching its end and he has already discussed her influence in detail very early on, but he doesn’t get a chance to ponder.

The host, Yamaguchi-san, leans into Izuku’s space with renowned interest and an interesting glint in his eyes. Izuku feels himself sweating in his oversized maroon-striped suit.

“So, Midoriya-san, Hero Deku, Rising Symbol of Equity and Hope, can you tell us more about … Kacchan?” His voice goes higher at the last syllable, almost sing songs, and Izuku is not sure if he should be worried or not, but he won’t pass an opportunity to gush about Kacchan!

“Ah, Kacchan is very … confident, hardworking, strong, and smart. Kacchan is a hero who knows how to lead a team and perform under pressure, an inspiration to both myself and our entire graduating class, and a”—Izuku can feel the heat rise in his face as he tries to hide in his colour— “a shining star who was closer to me than All Might!”

The host makes a loud ‘AWWW’ noise at the same time as the small audience in the studio. “My, my! Sounds like Kacchan is very important to Hero Deku! Don’t be shy! Tell us more! Is there a physical description to go with your precious person?”

“Ahm!” Izuku fiddles with his fingers as he avoids the gazes on him. There a long beat of silence before he manages to say, “Muscles….Blonde…..Sharp eyes….” With a vague gesture to his middle section, he mumbles, barely audible, “Big, ugh…..” Heart.

“OOOOOOOOOH!” The host goes wild and so does the audience. “So are we talking Hiromi Oshima type big or maybe Rio Natsume, or aaaah Aki Hoshino even ….?”

Izuku feels his ears ring in humiliation as he tries to process what they’re talking about. Something Kacchan has in common with all these beautiful women is his big successful career so Izuku nods. “Yes!” Then, a thought occurs and he rises in his chair. “Even bigger!”

After all, Kacchan’s net worth is higher than these ladies.

“BIGGER?”

“The biggest!”

“Oh my god!” The host is losing his mind now! “And is it … natural? Or did Kacchan get a little help from professionals?”

“No, no, no! Kacchan was a natural ever since we were in school together!” Izuku’s eyes shine with a fire to defend his childhood best friend, no longer trying to hide in his big suit. “No one helped Kacchan get this big!”

“That’s … amazing!” The host shakes his head in both awe and disbelief. “Now we want to see Kacchan in action! When the hero works around the city, defeating villains, does the size get in the way?”

Does Kacchan’s fame get in the way of his work? “Sometimes,” Izuku muses, “But Kacchan never lets the restless and perky nuisances stop him, y’know. With a little shake from his hands, and a few colourful words of wisdoms, nothing gets in the way!” Izuku laughs as he remembers Kacchan’s way of dismissing fans and reporters alike.

“Wow!”

“Of course, there are times where Kacchan’s big firm moulds become springy and hard to control, but I have yet to see an instance where that has been a major issue. ”

Kacchan is still having some adjustment problems with his new hero costume, particularly his grenade mould, but that’s as far as distractions go.

“Does Kacchan not use support?”

“Uhm, only when it’s a dire situation! Sometimes I’m even allowed to provide assistance!”

“You must be very lucky…”

“I am! It feels … exciting and … very special! Kacchan doesn’t trust just anyone, y’know! I can never quite get used to the trust we built together. We are one unit working together.”

“Do you use your hands…. Or something else?”

“Oh, hands! Yes! But anything works really! Whatever Kacchan is comfortable with and needs at the time. Black Whip, combo moves, an iron grip...”

The host furrow his brows and seems to be considering Izuku’s answer before he opens his mouth again. “Uhm, never mind.” He then turns to the camera, smile back on. “Our time is almost running out! Thank you, hero Deku for your time! We look forward to seeing you again in the big screen!”

The next day, Izuku wakes up to the headline: Hero Deku And His Mysterious Busty New Girlfriend: The Beautiful and Spunky Kacchan!

He’s doomed

He sees Kacchan early the next day.

Having spent the morning talking to tabloids and the host show agents about the misunderstanding and whether or not it was possible to take down the episode at least, Izuku slumps his head on his desk in defeat.

Oh, this is very bad.

He starts thumping his forehead on the wood in sync with the bleeps noises in the phone, already planning his funeral in his head.

Okay, so it seems the suspense around this girlfriend is raking up his popularity, but god, at what cost.

“Nerd, we need to talk.”

Izuku’s soul near flies to the roof at the sound of the door to his office slamming close. Fuckfuckfuck.

Kacchan stands before him with his hand on his hip, teeth snarled and looking ready to tear his flesh open. Oh, this is going to be fun!

After flashing a haughty glare at the glass door to scare away the nosy friends hanging about, Kacchan continues, “About the interview.”

Of course! Yes! His final hour is approaching. “Haahahaha, what about it?” Izuku feels his undershirt cling to his torso, sweat collecting on his face. He directs a shaky hand to a nearby chair. “Feel free to take a seat, Kacchan! You want me to get you anything? Water, tissues, uhm, a knife, a body sized bag, or uhhh, a shovel? I think I have some spare sheets of paper if you’d like to give me a chance to—“

“So…” Kacchan starts.

“PLEASE TELL MY MUM I LOVE HER!”

“…this Kacchan, huh?” Having completely ignored every single word Izuku just said, Kacchan crosses his arms and scowls. “Is she strong? How come I never heard about her before? Since when did you start dating this gravure idol and pro hero, huh?”

“Wha—?”

“So, you just go around giving everyone pretty nicknames now?” Kacchan snorts and his expression darkens before he slams his hands on Izuku’s desk. He looks at Izuku from under his chin, and Izuku swear he can see flames behind his eyes. He growls, “What’s her actual name?”

An alarm bell rings in Izuku’s ears and he stutters, “Ka— Ka— Kat— Katsuko! Bakugan Katsuko…….”

Kacchan’s expression doesn’t change and Izuku feels his heart leap to his throat. God, Kacchan is gonna call his bluff at any minute now. He’s going to reject him then he’s going to break his heart and his bones.

“What’s she like?”

Kacchan shifts forward slightly and Izuku is just know noticing the ample cleavage in clear view. Right there. In front of Izuku’s face. “Uhm. Ah, she’s very, ugh, im- pec— impeccable!! And strong! Muscl— mature!! Breasty too – I mean, pretty! PRETTY!” Izuku bites his tongue then swallows thickly. “Beautiful, actually!” Lifting his gaze to meet Kacchan, he whispers, “Gorgeous. Just the most amazing person in my life.”

Kacchan is staring intently with his sharp red eyes, and Izuku feels his chest swell with confidence he never had before. “Kacchan is my inspiration, and I just … love … Kacchan so much. I wish I had the courage to tell him— um, her that.”

“Are you two serious?” Kacchan asks, impassive but there is silent rage hiding behind his words.

Something flashes quickly through Kacchan’s eyes before he narrows them. It takes Izuku a second to recognise that it’s /hurt/ and then he realise what he has just done.

“No, no, no!” Izuku backtracks immediately. “I don’t even know her that well! In fact, she kinda smells and definitely has sweating problem.” Izuku needs to do damage control and come clean NOW. “You know what? I will call her and break up with her right now. Ha ha ha.”

What the hell is he saying? Who is he going to call?

Kacchan stands up while Izuku fumbles with his phone. “Don’t be a dick,” he says, before he heads to the door.

Izuku jumps from his chair and is ready to chase after him when Kacchan stops him. “How big?”

“Huh?”

“You said Bakugan was big.”

Ah, yes, he did. Tragically.

“Um, y’know just…” Izuku motions with his hands like he’s moulding two doughballs, palms up and fingers wiggling because he’s lost control of his life once he accepted his funeral date, but that’s not even happening anymore so what is he doing really.

He then makes am hourglass shape in the air and belatedly realises that he’s just outlining Kacchan’s shape in front of him. Izuku retreats his hands and puts them behind his back in shame.

Kacchan is looking at him funny. Like he’s trying to figure something out.

“Does she shoot aerial bomb or something? Is that a combat-style quirk?”

Izuku blinks.

Kacchan just sneers and turns around.

“Whatever. I’m doing a photoshoot this afternoon. The Sekushī clothing line is dropping a new summer set and they asked me to model.”

“Se- Sekushi?? You mean, like—” Izuku feels his face go impossibly red. “You’re saying that, you’re going to wear, like…..” his voice goes down to a whisper when he says “…..a b-b-b-b-b-bikini?”

“Swimwear,” Kacchan turns to say over his shoulder, “Among other things.”

The sexy smirk he sends Izuku’s way is doing very, very weird things to Izuku’s body and imagination, things too inappropriate to describe in a work setting.

Kacchan leaves but not without offering the most dangerous challenge to Izuku’s mental wellbeing. “Feel free to drop in.”

Oh, he absolutely will.

“Bring Bakugon.”

Oh, he absolutely will not.

Actually….

Maybe, he will.

Kacchan is going to ruin Izuku

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BNHA Headcanons once more

Villain Izy is amazing, delicious food to me. Love the complexity and the way I can make him utterly twisted in a severe way. However, I know it’s plausible for Bak to be the root of his hate... but I may have something else be the main source and leave him as collateral damage. Shouldn’t he hate the society he lives in? Wouldn’t he go bigger, broader? Forget Bak and his childish behavior. Where did he learn all of that from? What was the root of the discrimination? The societal set standard for acceptability? Yeah, sure, Bak was an asshole and out of line— but oh please, if you think Izy wouldn’t logically think bigger in his revenge. The discrimination comes from the messed up society and you better believe he is coming for it. It’s crooked out look on people’s worth based upon whether they posses a quirk or not. It’s idiotic, horrific. Personally, if I happened to be in their universe? I’d be a villain. No hero, no hero loving civilian or a vigilante. Hell no, I’d be a villain and fighting the system.

I personally like black Mina, blasain Deku, Latino Sero, Samoan Kirishima and people also have mentioned Latino/light skinned Bakugo which I don’t mind or see the fault in either

For Shigarakis birthday, everyone got together and made him hand shaped soaps. He opened the box, peered inside to see a bunch of different colored hand shaped soaps and glared at them all. Of course Shig uses them, but the thought was annoying yet thoughtful.

Personally I have many ships and groups I am behind. With that said, they have been given names (only a few so far since I’m focusing on the ones I have been/will be posting about the most). They range from friendship to actual ship which will be noted as ‘f’ and ‘s’..... Wonder Trio©️ (Bak, Kiri and Mina ~ f). Core Three©️ (Izy, Bak and Todd ~ either or). Fatal Four©️ ( todokiribakudeku ~ s). Forsaken©️ (Vil!Izuku, Dabi, Shigs ~ f).

Let’s get some normal teenage HCs going..... Kirishima, Bakugo, Izy and Ochaco have stretch marks... Kirishima has them from his quirk— it’s sudden development of unbreakable, Izuku from his intense fast growth for the quirk, and Bakugo as well..... For her quirk, Momo would need to store more energy which means she would be chubbier and that’s closer to canon in the manga (Ochaco is also not super thin like they showed in the manga).

Todoroki doesn’t wake up until the afternoon on some days, same can be said for half the others.

Kaminari moans in the back of class

Sero doesn’t talk much, he is more laid back. So I believe he’d walk behind the Bakusquad or in the grass.

When the Bakusquad goes out, Bakugo hangs towards the front. He says it’s because he doesn’t want to be near them, but in reality he wants to keep a lookout for any danger and protect them all first. It also is because of the LOV incident.

Kirishima notices that, how he is constantly looking around and staring after certain lingering figures until they check out as unthreatening. Kirishima would be the one to look out for Bakugo, as a second pair of eyes with everyone else in on it.

Also along these lines^ Bakugo likes the people he is with to be in his range of site. Same reasonings as above. Whenever they are in stores, he keeps them in his peripheral and scans for exits and entrances. Whenever someone leaves his site for a moment, he snaps at them and brings whoever wandered away back to the group. Everyone soon adapted to his constant need to check everyones position and started telling him wherever they intended to go. Mina: Hey, Im going to the shoes section. | Sero: I’m going with Kaminari to the games

Bakugo doesn’t like people behind him.. once again, same as above^ so I believe Kirishima would ease Bakugo’s nerves by touching his back as he leaves his peripheral and passes through his blind spots to ensure Bakugo is always aware of his position.

Denki is Mitsuki’s favorite. It just makes sense. He is the type to walk in and go “You have such a lovely home”, “You’re 35? Shut up, you don’t look a day over 22” “Bakugo listen to your mother”, “Let me help with the groceries”. Tell me I’m wrong. You can’t. Ugh. Also I semi ship adult Denki with Mitsuki, as well as hc him to have been crushing HARD in his teen years.

Bakugo was a leash kid

Midoriya was a stroller kid

Bakugo once owned a pet fish as a kid..... never again. Never. Again.

Denki got extra time during tests because he couldn’t focus

Bakugo, Izy, Aizawa and all the class girls would liberate Eri and teach her to never take shit from men or the hero society. That she is more than a gossip topic or someone to objectify. They would create a powerful hero that knows her worth and wouldn’t take shit from anyone.

Eri makes friendships bracelets with beads for Bakugo and Izy. The three of them match. Izy wears it whenever he can along with Eri and Bakugo has it hung up on his cork board.

Eri likes to do makeovers with whoever is unlucky enough to cave. The results of your makeover usually is determined on whether she truly thinks you deserve a makeover or if she just wants to mess your face up. For instance, Izy got a really nice face of makeup with complimenting colors. Meanwhile, Bakugo looked like a circus clown with lipstick in his eye and eyeshadow smeared across his forehead.

Todoroki has no filter. Everyone says it’s because he doesn’t understand social queues (cues?) — they are right... but that’s not the point. The point is Todoroki will say the most out of pocket things without taking a second to question whether it’s a good idea. Everyone had parent day at school and all the parents showed up to get a tour and shadow training. On first sight of seeing Bakugo’s mom, Todoroki just deadpans “milf.” And continues to blank stare like nothing.

Uraraka absolutely decks Bakugo in the face the first time they actually spar together. He isnt one to make it an uneven fight but she proposed the deal of “if I can land one good punch then you’re sparring partner for the week”. Bakugo doubted it would be that good, he’s been hit by Kirishima and Izuku for fucks sake but.. hey a challenge is a challenge. So he hangs his arms by his side and smirks cockily while saying “sure, give me a little love tap or whatever—.” And gets hit so hard he spins and face plants on the floor then doesn’t get up for a few minutes. Everyone collectively gasped then broke into laughter. And yes Izuku recorded it then posted the video everywhere

#dio bnha headcanons

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al3x1ss · 3 years

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Just a Friend to You

Chapter 21: Rollercoaster

It was summer when I saw your face

Akaashi came towards Y/N with two ice creams, a smile brightening on her face as she takes the cone softly from his hands, thanking him while she looks at it.

Both of them start digging in, Akaashi talking about the ducks while Y/N nods randomly, or throwing in some of her own input.

“Hey, Kaashi,” Y/N says, poking his cheek to get him to stop staring at the ducks. His hazy eyes turn to face her slowly, a soft smile on his face. The girls cheeks go a light shade of pink, quickly changing her focus towards her ice cream in attempt to calm herself down.

Y/N get a hold of yourself oh my god, he’s cute I understand that.

She sneaks a look at him once again, taking a bite of his ice cream.

Yeah, I can definitely understand that.

She never liked the boy, only becoming friends a few months ago, but recently it was like he was a plague in her mind, never being able to escape her thoughts.

Not like she wanted him too anyway.

“Where are you thinking of going for high school?”

“I’m not sure, I know it’s between Nekoma and Fukorodani though.” He said, pondering, “I am more of a fan of the black and white though.”

“Really? You’re basing your choosing on colors?”

“Well miss judgement, where are you going?”

“I got accepted into Fukorodani, and they have good college prep so, there.” She gives him a smile, facing towards him.

“Well then,” Akaashi starts, wiping his hands off on his pants and facing her,

“Guess I know where I’m going to school.”

Now I’m running and I can’t stop

Running on a Sunday afternoon was not unordinary, but during the cold April day, it was a little strange for him.

After picking up a sandwich from the corner store, the boy began to eat on a bench, letting his thoughts run free within his mind.

His mind just happened to stumble into the confusing pile of vines that was Y/N.

He didn’t really understand his situation, thinking that just because he thought she was pretty didn’t mean anything. His cheeks getting red whenever she does something cute doesn’t mean anything either. Oh, and definitely not her being in his mind about 22 hours of the day, even in his sleep.

Akaashi sighs, pulling his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it.

“I don’t like her Konoha.”

Akaashi runs a hand through his hair, sighing at Konoha’s pacing.

“ARE YOU FUCKIN- rEEEEE”

Bokuto laughs at Konoha’s yell, the boy falling to the floor along side Bokuto. Bokuto sits up, his eyes following Akaashi’s as he lets out a sigh.

“What do you do if you end up liking her? I mean, not to be blunt but you already denied the girl.”

“Wow, thanks for reminding me.” Akaashi sighs once again, grabbing his water, taking a long slip.

“The minute I think I like her,” Akaashi hums, pondering for a second, his eyes going back to Bokuto, “I’ll call Kuroo.”

“Heeeey Kuroo.”

“Why are you dragging out my name, you never do that, Akaashi are you high?”

“What? No, no god no!” Akaashi says frantically, giving a peculiar look to his phone as if Kuroo can see him.

Akaashi let’s put a heavy sigh, closing his eyes before opening them once again, continuing to walk.

“Okay, you have a decent brain-“

“Okay, rude.”

“I need your honest opinion Kuroo.”

“Go ahead ‘Kaashi.”

Akaashi let’s out a sigh, talking in a soft voice into the phone.

“If you can’t get a girl out of your head, what does that mean?”

Kuroo thinks for a second, processing what Akaashi said. After a few seconds, he has a realization, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping. He wants to make a remark, but he bit his tongue, a smirk coming to his face as he started to snicker.

Akaashi shakes his head, hearing his friend laugh. He pinches his eyes in slight frustration, turning to look at a bird passing.

“Cmon Kuroo, I’m serious.”

“Alright, alright. Well, if you’re thinking about her often,” Kuroo starts, his smirk forming into a smile. While Akaashi can’t see him, they both know that Kuroo is a bit happy at his friends realization.

“You most likely like her, Akaashi.”

Akaashi’s eyes slightly widen, his body on air plane mode. He lowers his phone, hanging up and placing his phone in his pocket, continuing to walk.

Kuroo looks at his phone, seeing Akaashi had hung up.

“That motherfucker.”

“KUROO TETSURO IF I HEAR ONE MORE CURSE COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH I SWEAR-“

“IM SORRY MOM!”

Notes

Akaashi likes Y/N

Y/N does not like Akaashi

GET PLAYED MOTHERFUCKERSSSSS IM JOKING I LOVE ALL OF YOU

Incase you didn’t see today’s “pick a card”, this story has been planned from beginning to end since November and the plan hasn’t changed :)

Akaashi was actually going to go to Nekoma, but changed his mind

Konoha got stared at for yelling

Kuroo 100% did his hyena laugh after Akaashi hung up

Kuroo’s mother does not approve of this mans language periodt 😡

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Ask: Could I get a yumeko, Mary and kirari HC? Love ur aesthetic.

A/n: Haha! Thank you.sorry this took forever to write lmao 😁💕

Yumeko♥️:

🃏She would ... How would I say this... CLINGY AF!?!.

🃏Just kidding but seriously. She has to touch you (not sexually) like you will be holding hands as you walk to class, or when she's gambling she would have a hand on your thigh, man... Even if you sit next to her she'll sit really close to the point your shoulders are touching. Like ma dude she NEEDS you near her at all timessss

🃏You were her opponent in a regular poker game. Her watching your every move trying to see if you were going to cheat. But to her disbelief you didn't cheat at... All... Not to mention you also won the game.

She looked up at you in shock but her shock quickly fades and she smiles "My my...well isn't this odd. You won and not to mention you didn't cheat at all! For once... A person who is honest when playing!" Her eyes shine very brightly as she leaned over to you

You sink back further in your chair "Yea... I um... Don't like playing with cheaters.. it takes the fun out of the game.." you smile a bit

"Ah! I don't like cheaters as well! I can promise you this won't be your last game with me~" she giggled getting up from her seat and she skipped out the door

🃏After that she became a bit obsessed with you. Not like midari.... Just she would want you to hang out with her and one day she asks you out. You were stunned but ofc said yes!

🃏She takes you to a park and y'all have a picnic and if course she brought a card deck with her.

🃏You played go fish with her and she gets really competitive ... You know where that goes 😃✋

🃏She would confess her feelings to you when you win a game of black jack :) she just blurts it out in like a fan girl way. And you would just stare at her like 😅 and confess as well

🃏 After your first date she's always at your house in the morning always so excited to see you. Sometimes your mother (or who ever you live with) would let her in and she would March up to your room and wake u up. Sometimes she would lay on top of you. Shake you awake. So many great ways to wake you up 😅

🃏she gets jealous....a lot. Not like midari threatening to kill the people she would just be very .... VERY clingy and she would have that scary aura on her face..

It's kinda scary ngl

🃏But overall she would be a great girlfriend! Maybe a bit creepy... But a great girlfriend :D

Mary💛:

💛You two most likely met because u are a friend of yumekos. Mary isn't the type to .... Show emotion through .... Eh... Idk how to say it. Like she teases u and "bullies" you because she doesn't know how to actually express her feelings. You may think she's just being a complete asshole to you but that's her way of .... "Flirting". That is until you snapped at her for being rude to you one day

It was a normal Thursday afternoon and you were sitting in you classroom during lunch. You were eating and enjoying the silence in the classroom until the classroom doors slam open. Turing your head you see Mary. She walked over to you and sneered "Well if it isn't y/n heard ya lost a game to one of the student councils and that your a house pet now? Damn I knew you sucked but I never knew you were that bad"

"Please, Mary just leave me alone"

"What are you gonna do about it? Your a house pet and now you have to listen to me!" She put her hands on her hips as her voice rose

"I said LEAVE ME ALONE" you for up from your seat and slammed your fist on the desk "God damnit you are such an asshole. What the hell did I ever do to you!?"

Mary was taken back "I-" ... Her hands fell from her waist as she clenched her jaw "you didn't do anything. It's just " she sighs and relaxes "It's just I like you and I ... I don't know how to express my feelings.. im sorry that I upset you and... I understand if you don't like me ..." She turned away heading twords the door.

Sighing you grabbed her wrist "Mary wait." She looked at you with saddened eyes "I like you too. But you can't just act like a dick because you can't express your emotions"

"... So you don't hate me?"

"of course not! I knew you liked me this whole time. It's just the ... Teasing kinda got on my nerves. Besides Yumeko told me about your little crush on me" you winked letting her wrist go

Mary grumbles "I should never tell yumeko anything every again..." She said blushing a bit

You laughed at her flustered self "You know what how about you and me go on a date? I heard the state fair is this weekend. Would you like to go?

Mary thought about it for a while "I would love to"

💛NGL MARY IS A BIT TOXIC IN THE FEW DAYS OF UR RELATIONSHIP.

💛Like she is just ... A bit mean to you but ya just gotta give her time

💛On your date to the state fair you won her a stuffed animal. And then she saw it as a competition and decided to win you a bigger stuffed animal and then you caught on with the game. You ended up winning. You won Mary and HUGE bunny plushy

"Ta-da! I win this game fair and square!" You smiled down at Mary who was pouting

You showed her the bunny you won for her "Look. It reminds me of you"

Mary looked up at you as if you were an idiot "how so?"

"It's ears look like your pigtails and it has a cute little nose like yours and in general bunnies are cute and I think your cute" you wink at her

Turning into a tomato she glared at you "Sh-hut u-p Ilooknothinglikeabunny!!!"

💛Out of all the stuffed animals you got her she loved the bunny the most. And secretly she sleeps with it

💛She hates PDA NO PDA

💛it makes her uncomfortable

💛But either way. She would be a great gf. Minus that fact she can get hell jealous and possessive she's great 😃✋

Kiriari 💙:

💙Oh boy

💙OH BOYYYYYYYY

💙SO

💙You are a member of the student council 😃✋

💙And your very good at Poker (bitch I don't gamble and I only know the game poker so stfu 😭😭) and other gambling games. You were as good as yumeko and Kiriari has been watching you for a while (basically STALKING YOU) and she's been obsessed with your skills.... Like really obsessed

💙She watches you for months and months and shes been having these WERID emotions come over her as she watches you play. She gets this tightening feeling in her chest.... Is she having a stroke? No ... Is she dying? No...... WHAT IS THIS FEELING!?

💙She goes to Sayaka and tells her about these feelings. Sadly Sayaka tells her what's goin on with her body. But Sayaka gets jealous of you so quickly. And envy's the ground you walk upon.

💙 Finally one day after you won a game she comes up to you

"Y/n what a wonderful game that was!" She said

You looked up at your boss "Oh .. you were watching?"

"Of course I was. I watched almost every game that you've played. And I have to say... I'm very impressed" she said as she walked to the seat your opponent was sitting in. She rested her chin in her hands her icy blue eyes staring into your soul

"Eh it was nothing really... I'm flattered that you enjoy my games

"Mhm... Also y/n?"

"Y-yes?"

"I've been having these feelings when I watch you play. My chest feels weird and I feel this envy when you joke around with your opponent. Then I've asked Sayaka what was going on and she told me something... Something so true but... Yet scary. She told me that I had feelings for you. "

Your mouth dropped.

"I-I don't know what to say boss... But I had feelings for you too... It's just I thought you were with Sayaka.. so I backed off but my feelings for you kept coming back."

Kiriari laughed " Well would you look at that. Well why don't me and you go on a little dinner date. If you'd like."

Nodding as you smiled brightly at her

💙She took u out to this fancy restaurant and you two got to know each other

💙 Kiriari loves PDA and loves to show you off to others

💙she as well as the others gets jealous and possessive.

💙She loves it when you do her hair. Like LOVES

💙She as well may be a bit... Scary shes a great gf and IS JUST 😫💙

Stay safe and healthy and remember you are loved))

#kakegurui x reader #kakegurui #submission

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desertofsnowflakes · 3 years

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Incorrect Order Chapter 4 (Nessian AU)

A/N: I know I haven't been able to update as fast as you'd want me to but I'll try to fix that. Your comments and feedbacks are very much appreciated. Do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: None really

1652words | Incorrect Order Masterlist | Read on AO3

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The best way to keep whatever problems one has out of their mind was to do something they liked. That was the only way Cassian kept from spiraling. Since sending the woman to her own house, Cassian had more than a few moments when he wanted to repeatedly slam his head against a wall. That’s why he spent most of his time sparring with Azriel. He won’t admit he was simping for that woman in his free time too. Or maybe that was always.

Now, sprawled on a couch in front of the TV, with nothing to do but stare at a blank screen, Cassian led his thoughts to the box he kept all unwanted thoughts locked in. He thought about Tomas, her ex-boyfriend. Funny, he thought. I know her ex's name but not hers.

It took him a little too long the other day to realise they didn't exchange names. Again. He once thought that maybe she was purposely not giving him her name. That maybe, for her, he was just a random stranger who happened to save her life. He snorted. Surely anyone would know the name of the person they saved or was saved by— stranger or not. He supposed he'll have to make do with pronouns for now.

After she left his home, it took every scrap of self-restraint not to beat this Tomas dude to pulp and let him rot in the same alley he had the misfortune of meeting him in. He may or may not have been the cause for some extra injuries. Cassian appreciated the woman’s attempt at mercy. He, however, didn’t trust Tomas at all. He was dubious about just handing him over to the police. Who’s to know he won’t frame him and the woman for absurd things? Anyway, he left a note in Tomas’s house saying something like “Step out of line, lose your favourite part of anatomy. Name it and have it for your meal.” He made sure he printed so that no one would recognise his writing. Yet, all this didn’t calm his nerves one bit. He presumed he’ll have to stay on guard for some time now.

Now, back to the girl. He sighed. He didn’t dare change the sheets in his guest bedroom. He didn’t even let Mor use the room when she came over last weekend— which he could bet created suspicion. No, that room was only open when he craved her scent. He even realised one of his shirts was missing. He shrugged it off thinking he would've left it somewhere and just couldn't find it. Once she came to his house, he was constantly thinking about her. So much that now he started pinching himself often. It was the only way he could stop thinking about her— by creating physical pain.

Cassian glanced at the clock on the wall. 2.30 in the afternoon. He walked to the refrigerator and checked his freezer compartment. Huh. No ice-cream. He sighed, grabbed his jacket and keys and headed to the mall to get an ice-cream with a pout. He’ll have to leave for Rhys and Feyre’s first anniversary only around 5.30 to prepare everything. He has enough time to get an ice-cream and probably hang out for some time. Good enough to stop thinking about her. Or so he thought.

***

Nesta wasn’t sore anymore. Her headache was gone almost a week after the incident. Her nose didn’t hurt anymore. Okay, maybe a little bit. It didn’t hurt unless she bumped her nose against something. Today, her nose was dully throbbing because she hit her nose against a pillow yesterday. A very, very soft pillow and yet it hurt this much.

The man’s first-aid and medicines were really helpful.

It really wasn’t fair that he excelled at basic first aid too. It wasn’t fair that he looked so good. With black tattoos swirling over generously muscled arms and shoulder-length dark hair curling at the edges and gloriously tanned skin and hazel eyes with minute flecks of green and brown when taken a closer look at and dimples and—

A quiet “Who is it?” snapped Nesta out of her moping. She looked up to see Gwyn walking to her.

“Who is what?” she asked, feigning nonchalance. Gwyn's pursed lips and glare conveyed that her act wasn't enough.

“Who are you thinking about?” Gwyn clarified.

“What makes you think I'm thinking about someone?” Nesta retorted.

Gwyn sat on the chair next to her and started assisting with classifying the unceremonious heap of books on the table to be kept back in its correct positions on its own rack.

“Nesta,” Gwyn sighed, “Clotho assigned you this stack almost an hour ago. And you've barely finished a third of the stack. Normally, you'd finish stacks bigger than this in an hour. So there's clearly something.”

“It wasn't anyone,” Nesta mumbled.

As usual, Gwyn saw through her lie. “You were twirling your hair,” she said flatly.

Heat inched up her neck. “I was not!”

Gwyn murmured a “uh-huh” and they lapsed into an easy silence till they were almost over.

Gwyn's eyes lit up as it normally did whenever she got an idea. “Is it him? The guy you came with that day?”

Nesta scowled, “How do you know…” she broke off when she realised which 'that day' Gwyn was talking about. Nesta fought back a blush. “No, no, this isn't about him. We don't know each other. Much. Like, we've seen each other a number of times? That's it. Nothing else.” Cauldron, the first part was a complete lie. But at least the rest are true. Will Gwyn happen to know his name? Maybe I ought to ask her. Or maybe I shouldn't.

She should, she decided. She cleared her throat. “Uh, Gwyn? Do you happen to know his name?”

Gwyn frowned and asked, “He hasn't told you yet?”

Nesta shook her head and answered, “No, we, uh, forgot. I guess. We haven't really exchanged names.”

Gwyn nodded and smiled. “Well, he is—”

“Gwyn!” a voice called. “You can't expect me to come over to you and beg for you to help me. Help me only if you want to or don't work under me.”

Gwyn’s eyes widened. She abruptly stood up and mouthed, “Merrill. I gotta go. I’m so sorry.” She all but ran to Merrill, the very strict librarian Gwyn was working under.

Nesta sighed and continued her work. There wasn’t much left so she was able to finish fast. She picked her things and left the library with a word to Clotho, heading to the mall.

***

The best way to keep whatever problems one has out of their mind was to also eat something they liked. So, ice-cream it was. After having his ice-cream, Cassian was aimlessly walking around the mall. Here, not more than a month ago, he met her for the first time. Almost a month ago. He huffed out a breath. The fact that he was pining for her this long blew his mind off. He—

“This is your fault— not mine. I’m not taking the blame for this,” he told her. They bumped into each other. Again.

Her lips quirked up. “It is kind of my fault. But blame this—,” she poked his chest, “— for making my nose hurt again.”

Just like that, his mood sobered. “How are you?” he asked.

She pointed at the cafe to her left. “Coffee?”

He nodded. Who was he to say no to her?

So they ordered coffee and talked about everything and nothing. He grinned and she laughed. He laughed and she smirked. He wouldn’t say he knew her well but he’d never seen her so carefree. Her laugh was like nectar for a starving man. Her eyes bright and welling up with tears from laughing.

“I don’t think I’ve laughed this much,” she said.

Cassian put a hand on his heart dramatically and said, “I know, I know. I’m very funny.”

Her lips kicked up a notch. She straightened as if she just realised something. He was about to ask when she drawled, “So I just realised that we still haven’t exchanged names.”

Oh. Right. Of course. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Usually, when people meet, they start with introductions but in our case we’ve literally bumped into each other three times and still we don’t know each other.” He shook his head and extended his hand. “Well, hello there. I’m—”

His phone rang in his pocket. Fuck. He was going to kill whoever was calling him now. He was so close to knowing her name. He pulled out his phone to see an incoming call from Azriel. He apologetically looked up at her and said, “I’m sorry. I wish I could choose not to take this call and instead kill this idiot but I can’t. Just give me a moment, okay?”

She nodded and he picked up his call.

“What do you want?” he hissed.

“It’s 5.30 already, you idiot. We’ve got to get the things ready for the party. Mor already went to get the cake and you’re not even at home. Where on all earth and hell are you?” came Az’s faint voice.

“15 minutes only? Mother above, I’m coming.” he said.

Az’s “make it fast” was the last thing he heard before hanging up. “I wish we could stay here and talk forever,” he said to her, “but I have something up in a short while and I totally didn’t realise time was passing this fast. I’m so sorry. It was nice talking to you. Really. And I wish we could meet again. Though without the bumping part.”

He grinned when she smiled and said, “Bye. Have a nice day.”

“You too,” he called back. He didn’t want to think he imagined the subtle look of disappointment on her face because hell, he was a walking epitome of disappointment right now.

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mythichang · 3 years

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➠ pairing . . . george weasley x reader

➠ genre . . . fluff!!! pining on both parts, pretty short but i think it was a lot of sweetness 😣😣 they ARE students!!! same grade and all that jazz

➠ warnings . . . nothing really!! although they doooo talk about butts but,,, you’ll seee,,,,,

➠ word count . . . 1.8k

➠ authors note . . . this is super duper late and was requested by anon so looooong ago!! i did fall out of the fandom for a bit because tiktok sort of made me realize that a lot of people were on the wrong side of my many situations, but hp will always be in my heart so here i am!!! i hope you all enjoy!!! talk to me about this imagine!! give me scenarios or ask this george and yn from this universe a question!!

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george was being quite adorable on that particular monday afternoon

you had taken your usual seat, a two-seater splat in the middle of the class

you hadn’t even noticed that the red head fumbled into class, excited to sit besides you as you were too engrossed in your book

it was another thriller, one that made your skin crawl but in the most satisfying way

george got to his seat besides you, a smile on his face as he watched you bite on your lip the tiniest of bit in concentration

he plopped down beside you, head tilted to watch your concentrated face

although he wasn’t as confident as his twin brother, he always watched from afar, eyes full of puppy love

and by afar, he meant right beside you— because that’s where he always was— right beside you

befriending you hadn’t been the easiest of tasks, your quietness not being filling enough for any other person

but he admired the way you didn’t have to yell at the top of your lungs about your excitement

or the way you could sit with anyone in silence and make them feel more comfortable than words could ever manage

really, he was sprung on yOu and only YoU

it wasn’t a surprise to anyone really

not with those longing looks and the way the boy follows you around like a lost puppy

a lost cute puppy albeit

you didn’t mind either

he was an incredibly sweet boy and managed to help you out a lot in different instances

like the way he helps you find the right words to speak to someone whenever you’re stuck

or helping decipher exactly what others are feeling, since you had the smallest of trouble doing a mundane thing

he helps in all of the classes you two have together and is often found getting you to pull away from your little bubble

it’s a great bubble, you love the bubble, it’s always been YOUR bubble but you didn’t mind stepping out of it for the red head boy with the mischievous twin brother

“did you get a chance to study for OWLs?” the boy pulls you out of trance

you look up, a small smile blossoming upon your face at the sight of your favorite boys face

“i did, you?” you ask faintly, gently putting your book back into the small bag that helped you carry all of your books thought out the day

“not a chance.”

“im guessing you want my notes?” you turn in your seat, arm perched up on the desk as you leaned your head up on the palm of your hand

“hmm, i think i would greatly appreciate it.”

“oh, you think?” you laugh softly at his words, same bright smile on your face

you could feel your mood immediately spike as you spoke to him

he was so incredibly comforting and kind, something that you couldn’t find often at hogwarts with rivalries blooming left to right

“i'm not saying i would decline if you offered them up.”

“who’s offering them?” you feign a look of innocence as you exaggeratedly look around the classroom and back at him. “i don’t see anyone doing that.”

“it’s you. you’re offering them up.” he softly pokes the side of your stomach, making you squirm in your seat.

“ask nicely and i might consider handing them over.” you click your tongue and tap your wrist as if signaling that his time was almost up.

“y/n, may i kindly take a look at your notes so that i don’t totally bomb the OWLs?”

“i think i need a little more begging.”

“you suck”

—

it wasn’t as if you wanted to be staring at him

he was just there— standing there so gloriously beside his twin brother

it was no doubt that the weasley twins were popular around hogwarts

you weren't sure if it was their likability or the parties they seemed to make a thousand times more fun

whatever it was, they ravished in it, not that you cared either, even if it did get you into too many uncomfy situations

seeing george oh-so happy among the crowd of wizards was oh-so gratifying

he smiled so bright that his pearly whites shone throughout wherever he was

now was one of the moments, except you weren’t anywhere special— just another day of sitting across the room from one another in herbology

professor sprout had separated the two of you in hopes that you wouldn’t mess or speak to one another in class any longer

that didn’t work out great,,, clearly

because now you were dazed

dazed as you watch the boy laugh and work with his brother

you weren’t quite sure what was going on between them but you knew you looked like one of those ridiculous people in those ridiculous romantic movies

where the main character is staring at the boy they find so attractive— hearts floating around their head as they sigh out in happiness as if they were watching their entire world

ridiculous ridiculous ridiculous

but could you blame yourself? was it really your fault or was it george’s for being very cute? for having a laugh and smile that just manages to grasp your entire self?

it was george’s fault you like to think

“what are you doing?” the sudden voice makes you jump in your spot, utensils falling onto the floor with a loud clatter

you look down at the utensils out of embarrassment, not wanting to make any eye contact with anybody

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” angela bends down over with you, helping pick up your things

“it’s quite alright,” you mumble softly, not exactly knowing what so say

“i figure you’re into george.” the girl’s sudden words throw you off, your head snapping up to look at the beautiful girl

“w-what? where… um, where’d you get that? it’s nothing but… lies.” you sputter out as quickly as possible— and quite literally too loudly as many others glanced to you and the girl

you could feel your cheeks brighten up even more

a sense of deadly remorse wafts over your already flushed body as angelina gave you an unimpressed look

“alright, calm down, it was just a random conclusion i’ve came up with.”

“that’s a crazy hypothesis!” you continue to sputter out your words as if in disgust of her word

“it wouldn't be that crazy, now, would it?” she laughs gently as the two of you stood up, finally coming up from your crouch on the floor

“he’s just a friend”

“it’s no big deal, i’m definitely into fred. nothing to be ashamed of.”

“yeah, well everyone knows that.” you sigh, fixing up your utilities, angelina helping you with the task

“and no one knows about you and george? only so many can be as, and i mean this in the nicest way possible, oblivious as you two.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” eyebrows scrunched, you turn to her

were you supposed to be offended? you felt as if you should but you didn’t care enough about it any longer

“it means... make a move.” she shrugs from beside you. “i don’t think it’d ruin anything. if anyithing, you two could stop running circles around one another and finally make out.”

“you are a very crude person.”

“masking out is crude to you? bless your soul, no wonder you haven’t noticed him.”

and that was where the conversation stopped, only making your thoughts run 100 mph

what was she saying exactly? was george as into you as you are into him?

it made your brain feel mushy and it was a horrible feeling

one filled with anxiousness, trying to figure out exactly what being a teenager with feelings meant

but it pleasantly relaxed you to know that angelina was going through the same things as a teenager herself

having started hanging out with her and listening to her advice, you began to notice more things about george and the way he was around you

he was a lot more touchy than you ever remembered, and not in an uncomfortable wait either

but what seemed platonic and innocent to you suddenly sent an alarm through out you (again, not a bad one,,,, just a slightly nervous one)

what were you supposed to do???????

you were always told that you were HORRIBLE with emotions and confrontation

confront him about your feelings???? now how were you supposed to deal with both???

you were unnerved to no end and george was quick to catch in as well

“okay, what’s up your butt?” at hearing george’s voice, you jump up slightly

“there’s nothing up my butt.”

“yes there is. you have that look.”

“the ‘there’s-something-up-my-butt’ look?” you scoff lightly, hoping to rid of the conversation with a tiny bit of humor

“exaclty the look. tell me what’s wrong.”

“nothings wrong.” you shrug him off, turning back to your book, one of which you had to read the first sentence repeatedly

you couldn’t even sit beside him any longer without feeling as if you’re about to burst with terrifying feelings and hypothesis, courtesy of angelina

“is someone bullying you?”

“what?” you turn to him in disbelief. “who would bully me?”

“i don’t know,” he mumbles softly not liking the reaction he managed to grab from you. “just... you look... weird.”

“and here i thought this flimsy uniform looked great with my legs.”

“okay sassypants, i’ll let you be.”

you sigh softly at the sight of a defeated look on him

your mother always said, “if something is painful but can be rid of in an instant, rip it off like a bandaid.”

you always thought it was dumb, why would you rip off a bandaid? bandaids were there to make you feel better so it should be working on whatever it’s put on

ridiculous

you’re ridiculous

YOU ARE RIDICULOUS

you knew you needed to stop being such a wussy, it was a bad look on you

that much you could tell at george’s hesitant looks

screw it

“want to go on a date?” it was too late to stop the words from coming out.

george looks over at you, wide eyes

you felt as if time was suddenly going to slow as you awaited his answer

so far,,,? things didn’t look too great for you

but you weren’t going to strike-out immediately, maybe he was too shocked

“you want to go on a date? with me?”

“no, actually, im asking professor snape... yes with you.” your cheeks were flushed red as you refused to look the boy in the eye

“sassypants is coming out again.” the melodious tone of his laughter reaching your ears, making you feel at ease

“i’d love to go on a date with you.” you shut your eyes tight, hands covering your face

“goodness, i felt like i was suffocating.” you mumble, embarrassment continuously coursing through your body

“is that what was up your butt?”

“you really do have a way with words. yes, that’s what was up my butt.”

“hmm, i knew something was wrong. weirdo, you could have asked me so long ago!”

“you could’ve told me too!”

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thirstystarkey · 4 years

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HATE CAN SOUND LIKE LOVE • JJ MAYBANK

Summary: JJ and Y/N have always fought, since everyone can remember. They both have short tempers and a endless love for surf and chaos. But what happens when they have to pretend to be a couple? Well.. people always said that hate can sound like love sometimes.

Warnings: Mention of underage drinking, drugs, minor violence, some smutty scenarios and a ton of sexual induendos, JJ being a hot idiot and Y/N a wild girl brat

CHAPTER 02 CHAPTER 03

Since the little accident the pogues made sure Y/N and JJ avoided each other the most they could. JJ blamed Y/N for not seeing him and Y/N blamed him for not seeing her, they didn’t get anywhere fighting like that. Throwing hands up in the air and pointing fingers at each other. They screamed every time they talked and everyone got tired of JJ’s and Y/N pettiness. So they came up with a plan.

“What about we handcuff them and leave them alone?” Kiara suggested.

“And you think it’ll work?” John B asked.

“I think they will probably cut off the hands and get away as fast as they can.” Pope said.

“They need to figure out their problems and make peace.” Kiara continued. “If we handcuff them they can’t avoid it anymore. We think of a way to get them in the same place and we leave them alone.”

“Makes sense.” John B finally agreed.

“I still think we’ll find them with a hand missing.” Pope defended his idea. “But I guess it’s worth it.”

“Ok. We need a plan now!” Kiara said clapping her hands together.

“I’ll tell JJ he needs to help me fixing the boat.” Pope started. “And John B can get Y/N at her moms diner, just tell her something about turtles I bet she’s gonna help you straight away.”

“Perfect!” They all agreed with mischievous smiles laughing right after.

The next day Y/N planed to be all day helping her mom at the diner. Her mom, Tina, had a small diner by the beach and Y/N liked to help as much as possible since her dad left when she was just a little girl. It took a toll on Y/N and her mother but things worked out for the best. Sometimes it got hard but together they faced it all.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go hang with your friends?” Tina asked after wipping the counter.

“Positive.” The redhead was quick to answer. She didn’t want to avoid her friends but she couldn’t deal with JJ at the moment.

“Is it about that boy? JJ am I right?” Her mom asked with a curious voice.

“Mooom!” She whined.

“Come on Y/N, I taught you better.”

“Mom he is stupid.”

“Have you ever given him a chance not to be?” She questioned her daughter with a arched brow.

“He didn’t gave me one either.” Y/N crossed her arms but deep down she knew her mom was right. “I hate him!” She said fast.

“Honey... no you don’t.” Her mom laughed. “You know, when you hate someone you are totally indifferent about them, they just don’t matter and you talk about that boy almost every single day. You never stop complaining about him.”

“Mom you’re defending him? After he did this to me?” She pointed to the now healed wound.

“Love can sound like hate at the beginning. Just give him a chance, you knows you both even have same tastes and can be friends.” Her mom suggested.

Y/N didn’t had time to answer her mom’s advice because John B had just entered through the front door as fast as a lighting.

“I need your help.” John B order out of breath.

“What happened to you?” Y/N asked worried. “Do you need water?”

“John B is everything alright?” Tina joined the conversation after realizing the panting boy in the middle of her diner.

“Yes Miss T, I just need to steal Y/N for the day. We have an emergency with some turtles and their eggs.”

“Mom, can I go?” Y/N asked right away and John B fought not to smile at his friends plan working.

“Go go!” Her mom laughed seeing the teenagers run.

After John B got Y/N out of the diner he texted Pope saying everything was working as planned. Now that hardest part was getting Y/N in the boat and getting her on the cut where the other pogues had JJ at the moment probably already handcuffed.

“Why are we here John B? Turtles don’t usually go up the cut.” Y/N asked when she realized the route they were following. She knew not many turtles went there.

And she wasn’t stupid. Everything started to make sense when she spotted another larger boat in the middle of the cut.

“I’m going to kill you John B!” She threated.

But her friend didn’t gave her a chance and picked her up over his shoulder getting with her on the other boat.

“What the fucking fuck my own friends kidnapping me? What the actual fuck guys? Are you all sick in the motherfucking head?” Y/N screamed after John B let her free.

“You will thank us afterwards.” Kiara said getting closer.

John B was behind Y/N and Kiara was blocking her way when Pope came with JJ, who had a black bandana over his mouth. She looked down at his hands and saw a single handcuff hugging his wrist, the other open. Finally it all became clear.

“Oh no way! Fuck this I’m going home.” The redhead tried to ran way but her friends kept her in place.

“No you’re not. You and JJ will fixed your problems and talk about your issues like grown people. And tomorrow we’ll come pick up.” Kiara explained with a serious voice after closing the other handcuff around Y/N wrist. Pope took the bandana off JJ mouth.

“There’s food and beer and I rolled two joints.” John B said before leaving. “And the keys to the handcuffs are hidden in the boat. Use your brains and work together!”

That was the last thing JJ and the redheaded girl heard from their friends before being left alone. They had, for sure, a long afternoon and a whole day ahead of them.

“I’m going to kill them.” JJ outraged.

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