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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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had it | k.bakugou.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 4.5K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff, comfort.

♡ summary: your pro hero husband is a show off, always has and always will be... but when his big ego gets in the way of you doing your job, you give him little piece of your mind..

♡ warning(s): please read ! mentions of violence, i gave reader a quirk?? bakugou with a daughter ok literally nothing. oh and angst if you squint.

♡ author’s note(s): hi besties!! happy birthday to meee!! today i’m dropping a fic that’s been a long time coming, its a short and fluffy little piece with domestic baku bc i love him with babies n kids ok ok!! i hope you all have a lovely day <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

some say that working for a pro hero is an honour, no matter what the position is. some may work behind the scenes— creating gear and suits that support the pros protecting their cities or livelihoods. others are in charge of things like reports, PR and even physical health. everyone plays an important role in a hero's career. there’s never a dull moment working in a team supporting the pros, especially if that pro was dynamight.

the offices for katsuki bakugou’s hero agency were always buzzing; usually because the clean up team were rushing through with stacks upon stacks of receipts and paperwork from the damage done during bakugou’s patrols— other times it would be his secretaries gossiping about how good he looks in his winter costume because damn did that tight black shirt do his arms justice but usually it was just because of the PR team contacting media outlets with excuses for bakugou’s potty mouth.

working for the hot headed blonde was more laid back than it seemed however, the man himself was rarely ever in the office as the number two hero but out on missions instead, the pay was pretty decent and no one ever really faced his angry wrath nor his sailor like mouth unless they had royally fucked up on their job. katsuki bakugou was someone to admire, he never gave a damn about what people had to say about him— he only cared about getting the job done and maybe that’s why most people enjoyed their time under the dynamight agency.

particularly this time, right around noon.

the doors to the floor of the secretary offices fly open, crashing loudly against the walls and drawing the staff from their daily work. this office space is around ten floors up and somehow you’ve made it in record time today. “where is he?” your voice crawls through the entrance of the room, settling over the workers like a thick fog— commanding, menacing and soft all at the same time. newbies cower in their boots, confused at what’s going on and it’s safe to presume those who have been working here for years have yet to give them the run down. “don’t make me ask again.” you add, eyes darkening as you cast your gaze across the room.

an intern approaches you, visibly shaking with fear which makes you loosen your stance and raise an eyebrow toward them. “he-uh... he just went for his lunch break—“ the stutter, gulping under the stare of another highly ranked pro hero. “in his...office— ma’am!” they stumble through their words, hiding behind the ungodly amount of paperwork that's been dumped into their hands. you make a mental note to chew bakugou out on the load his interns have been getting as well as your prior reasons for coming to his agency.

nonetheless you shake your head and drop the frown, a sweet smile quickly replacing the look that could put anyone six feet under if you really tried. with a tap to the side of your head, the visor to your hero costume rises above your eyes— allowing you to give the poor little intern a cheeky wink as thanks. “‘ppreciate it darling, have a good one!” you thank them properly with a ruffle to their hair, resuming your previous stance as you march the rest of the way through the office and kick open the door at the end of the room.

the intern sags, a whimper of relief passing from tired lips while they wipe at the sweat forming on their brow. they’d not even encountered their boss yet and they’d already come face to face with a top pro hero. “w-what’s her deal?”

a chuckle to the left of the poor kid startles them out of their mind; but they relax upon realising it’s just another one of dynamight’s secretaries— haruto, who’d apparently been working at the agency since it started up. “that’s nightsky, her quirk is lullaby, which allows her to control certain people if she hits the right note. she can also put them to sleep, if she really wants to,” the intern now perks up, remembering you from countless interviews on tv. you ranked pretty highly too, managing to the reach the top five this year along with others like shoto and deku. “she owns the hero agency across the street, herself and dynamight have been going at it ever since. it’s like they’re elderly lovers or somethin‘.”

“d-do you think they are? lovers like you say?” the intern asks a little too excitedly, touching at their messy hair from where you’d ruffled it. a crimson blush warms their cheeks, the idea of two pros playing enemies to the public eye but being lovers in secret seemed like something right out of a romance novel. how romantic.

haruto only chuckles at the newbie, standing to ruffle their hair as well before heading over to the coffee stand to fix himself a cup. “beats me,” he mumbles cheerily as he walks away, arms crossed behind his head. “but with the way yn bursts in here at the same time everyday to scold bakugou, and leaves with a huge smile on her face— i wouldn’t put it past them. they probably have a whole life together.” he taps his nose once as if he’s given away too much information, turning away without a word.

the intern hums, seemingly happy with their superior’s answer and easily heads back to work from there.

katsuki bakugou was bored out of his mind.

being a successful pro hero was all he’d ever wanted— being the number two pro hero just came with that. bakugou wanted to get to the top and show everyone he was the best of the best and with him being blessed with a powerful quirk there was no way he couldn’t be where he was today. yet, now that he’d finally achieved his dream all he wanted was a fucking break. the blonde stares down at his microwaveable bowl of home cooked stew, a frown cutting deep into his cheeks. it was his lunch break for crying out loud, but instead of scarfing down the delicious meal before him, the hero was forced to watch it cool as some dumb fuck reporter asked him questions over the phone.

the telephone interview ( or a waste of his fucking time, as katsuki had called it ) , had been set up by his PR team right after he’d taken down a couple low level villains downtown earlier this morning. katsuki had called it nothing but apparently the whole world and their mother had been on his ass, watching as he took the criminals down with ease and raving about how glorious dynamight was during that fight. the reporter drones on about said event, asking the same old questions and it takes everything within the hot headed pro not to blow a casket— he’d been promised a few extra days off from his manager if he could finish the interview without blowing something up and only god knew how much katsuki needed a break from dumb paps and some overly obsessive fans.

‘so, final question, how does it feel to be the number two?’

bakugou grunts, buying himself time to formulate an answer. what he really wants to do is kindly tell the reporter to fuck off and ask more original questions; but with the prize of a longer weekend hanging in the balance he bites his tongue for the sake of freedom. “well i—“

“katsuki bakugou.” your voice cuts through his sentence before he can finish, vermillion eyes land on your hero costume clad form as you burst into his office. a lazy smirk now decorates the hero’s lips, brow quirked with piqued interest. “i have a bone to pick with you, you motherfucker.”

the reporter on the other end falls silent as katsuki watches you, leaning back in his plush leather chair. you look slightly disheveled, costume torn in a few places, scrapes littering your skin as you pant heavily from exertion— chest rising and falling with every breath, it seems ragged and bakugou makes a mental note to remind you to get your ribs checked out later. “you’re late, shitty woman.” the number two sits up a little straighter as you enter the room, leaning up to look at you while you slam your hands down on the smooth marble desk— the force rattling the items he has neatly placed on it.

‘uh-? mister...dynamight-? sir?’

your eyes sweep the room while the pro before you deals with the reporter, mentioning to her that they’ll have to continue their call later. in the meantime, you note that katsuki’s office is meticulously clean, not a single book, folder or pen out of place— it’s high up with a perfect view of the city and the large windows allow golden beams of the sun to light up the room. the sound of a phone being placed back on its hook brings you from your thoughts; annoyance settling deep in your veins as you turn to face bakugou again.

“i had it,” you growl lowly, jumping the gun before he can even register what you’ve said. “i’m a grown woman, katsuki, i can handle a couple of criminals myself, you know.”

the blasting hero does nothing but smirk even wider at the irked tone that litters your voice, standing up as well to tower over you. bakugou still wears his own hero costume, considerably in less damage than yours— not a single tear had formed in his suit, mind the small scratches on his face no doubt from his stupid explosions creating some debris. leaning over the desk between you, bakugou uses a forefinger and thumb to tilt your head up, bringing you even closer than before. “clearly y’didn’t sweetheart, or otherwise that icyhot bastard wouldn’t have needed to back you up ‘fore i got there...” his timbre voice sends sparks of electricity through the air in the room, it’s low and gravelly which is enough to send shivers down your spine but you’re not about to let katsuki bakugou know that he makes you flustered— it’d go straight to his head, the cocky bastard.

nonetheless; you roll your eyes at the mention of your old classmate and fellow pro hero— shoto todoroki. yourself and shoto got along fairly well, even back in high school, so it was normal for you to work together from time to time; you both made a great team and your skill set complimented each other’s well. katsuki was just jealous. he never really got along with todoroki like that. “he didn’t back me up, we were working together,” you snap back at the blonde, shaking yourself from bakugou’s grasp and flicking him right between those alluring vermillion eyes. “something you might not be familiar with, mister number two.” bakugou backs away from you completely ( only wincing slightly ), making you smirk in victory. you’ve struck a nerve. deciding to leave the conversation at that, you turn to make your exit as he collapses back into his seat with a deathly scowl and a quiet ‘tch’. “like i said, i had it, dynamight. next time, don’t jump in uninvited.”

happy that you got the last laugh, you open the door to leave his office but pause when a wave of heat hits your back. you should have known, katsuki bakugou was never one to back down from a challenge and you certainly weren’t an exception. well shit. when you turn around to face the blonde, small explosions spark from his right hand and he has some what of a look of a feral pomeranian, blood red eyes full of rage.

you visibly gulp and katsuki growls out his next words with the upmost venom, designed to hurt and cut at your feelings. “well maybe y’sudda let the actual pros handle shit like this,” bakugou begins, voice rising in volume with every syllable that passes his lips. “we both know you’re no good at short distance attacks with your quirk, shitty woman, you couldn’t have taken those villains down without me.” the blonde finishes with a short ‘tsk’, settling the explosions that spark in his palms. now it’s your turn to be pissed. you could handle katsuki’s jealousy, his petty reasoning for joining you on your patrol and taking the credit but bashing you and your quirk? no way in hell would he get away with that.

“bakugou?”

“what? the fuck y’still here for?”

you roll your shoulders, gracing the blonde with a devilish smile as your eyes light up mischievously. “why are you hitting yourself, bakugou?” you sing, hitting just the right notes that will have him under your spell, the tone in your voice as smooth as chocolate. katsuki’s eyes widen in horror and before he can stop himself, his free hand comes up to slap him across the face. that was your quirk, lullaby. you had the ability to sing your way out of any situation— adjusting the tune of your song to control the actions of certain individuals or groups of people. it was near impossible to resist but the more people you used your quirk on, the weaker your control over them was. that doesn’t mean you weren’t going to use it on bakugou from time to time. the blonde tries to fight it, he really does, but he’s no use up against your ability— losing all control of his own body. he grunts on impact, looking bewildered for a moment as he moves to grab his own wrist to stop any impending blows. “not so cocky now, are we dynamight?”

“h-hey!” he stammers, refusing to accept defeat against you. “shitty woman, no fuckin’ fair. you know i can’t use my quirk against you in here.” he was right, while your quirk was poor against short distance attacks ( meaning you had to result to hand to hand combat ), bakugou couldn’t use his own in enclosed spaces without hurting anyone he didn’t want to. especially you, he would never hurt you intentionally unless you were sparring.

“shoulda thought about that before you decided to taunt me, you know better than to piss off your wife, katsu.” you chide, still smiling just as brightly as you were earlier, before taking a seat on his desk and folding one leg over the other. it was quite amusing to watch your husband of four years fight against himself— everyone knew katsuki had an unbelievable amount of strength even without his quirk so he was definitely beating himself up ( literally and figuratively ).

bakugou looks up at you through gritted teeth while he struggles to keep the wrist you have control of down and you almost feel bad for the guy. “turn it off, dammit!” he curses at you, said hand rising above his free one to tug at his own sun kissed locks.

feigning interest in the objects on your lover's desk, you ignore his pleas for you to release him from the holds of your quirk and hum “apologise.”

“f-fuck... fuck y-you.”

you sigh knowingly, picking up a hand crafted paperweight, covered in glitter and sequin stars, inspecting it carefully. bakugou could hardly ever say the word ‘sorry’, it was just in his nature and he’d been that way since you were young. part of you knows it’s because of how he was treated as a child where people praised him for his quirk. that meant he became prideful yes, thought highly of himself too and struggled to admit when others were right...but he had his own way of apologising— through actions instead of words.

like when you first moved in together and he had broken your favourite mug, instead of saying he was sorry, he spent all night super glueing it back together for you to use in the morning. to him, actions were louder than words but you right now; you were being mean and just wanted to hear him say it.

“fuck fuck, fine. alright. ‘m sorry.” bakugou lets out a strained growl as the hand you control gives a particularly hard yank to his hair. “i’m sorry for lying about your quirk. it’s not shitty…’n ‘m sorry for... barging in on your patrol. again.” you grin, satisfied with his answer and grab the hand he keeps down with his wrist. you press a simple kiss to the skin, making your husband blush as you release your hold over the limb. katsuki shyly yanks it from your grip, rubbing over the area that you’d kissed, shooting his gaze to the side in the process. “jesus shitty woman, if i don’t die from being a hero or of old fucking age, i know for a fact you’ll be the one to kill me first.” he mutters harshly under his breath, but you know he’s only kidding from the way his hands now fall to your thighs and his fingers rub small circles into the exposed skin.

“pro hero nightsky murders number two pro hero dynamight in cold blood!” you joke as if you’re reading a headline in a news article, katsuki only glares up at you— making no effort to curse you out because of your shitty joke, which causes you to frown while leaning forward to brush some of his hair away from his face. “you know i’m only kidding right? is something wrong? did i come at a bad time?”

it’s only now that you notice the exhausted expression that paints your lover’s face. he’s always up to playing this game with you, at the same time every day— you come to bother him about some trivial matter, tease him a bit and leave with a kiss. but today, you can tell he’s trying to hide something from you. something that bothers him.

bakugou shakes his head, leaning into your touch as you play with his hair— a habit he’d picked up from even before you started dating back in high school, although he’d never admit that to you if you’d asked. “nothin’, just this stupid fuckin’ interview the PR team want me to do about the fight today. the one i took from you,” your husband smirks slightly at the thought and you roll your eyes for what seems like the nine hundredth time that afternoon. “didn’t get to finish my fuckin’ lunch but they promised me a couple days off if i got the interview done.”

“better the number two than me, eh? but don’t worry, i’ll order us some take out tonight,” your suggest, voice coming out as soft and mingling with your slight giggle— a quiet melody to katsuki’s ears. your only reply from him is a grunt, so you stop your fingers in his hair and watch as he scowls up at you. you quickly press a kiss to the explosive hero’s lips, pulling away to reveal his blushing face. you smile, knowing that you’re the only one who can make him flush red like that. “there’s something else bothering you, isn’t there?”

if there’s one thing katsuki bakugou hates, it’s how you read him like an open book. one look at him and it’s like you know exactly how he’s feeling. he can never hide anything from you— sometimes that both pisses him off and reminds him of how much he is loved by you. he hesitates with his words at first but decides to confide in you anyway, knowing that you’ll get it out of him in one way or another. “‘m worried about you, dumbass.” he mumbles, nudging your hand with his head as if to ask you to continue your earlier actions. “i know you had it, yer fuckin’ powerful but you looked so tired in that fight today ‘n i thought something bad was gonna happen to you, y’fuckin’ shitty woman.”

he toys with the tears in your costume now, smoothing over scars from your bumps and scratches as a result of combat. “oh lovebug,” you mumble, cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. “you know i can handle my own, they just took a lot out of me today. i promise i’ll—“

“that’s not it, fuck,” katsuki cuts you off, brows furrowing deeply as he grabs your wrists— pulling your from his desk and into his lap. he holds you close, burying his nose into your neck as if you’re going to disappear. you sit still, a little shocked by his actions and his quick change of mood, but wrap your arms around him anyway and slowly fall silent. “it's just that...we’re both pros now and at the top of our ranks ‘n we both have a lot to lose.” you instinctively cling tighter to katsuki, mind flickering to the homemade paperweight you’d spotted on his desk earlier... causing your heart clench.

your daughter had made that for him during her time at preschool for fathers day; something your husband cherished with his whole heart, even if the thing was still sticky with glue when he’d gotten it.

katsuki loved taiga more than anything in the world and if something had happened to her because of your line of work, you don’t know what either of you would do. “what if something were to happen to you? or to me? or shit...both of us? who would look after taiga? you know what happens to kids who end up in the fucking system.” bakugou pauses, the same tired expression from earlier now sitting heavily on his face. “i just want you to be careful, stop pushing yourself so much, y’fuckin’ dumbasss. we have a family take care of. it’s not just you and i anymore.”

you nod, grasping onto your lover’s clothes tightly. the air is flooded with a comfortable silence, the pair of you holding one another right the way through it. you treasure moments like this, where the world stops and katsuki shows you another, more vulnerable side to him.

he would never admit or show this to anyone; but he cares , more than he lets on... especially for you and especially for your daughter. he was attentive, paid attention to you and your weaknesses and helped you overcome them. it was something you couldn’t stop loving about him. “i promise to be more careful, for you and for taiga,” you say quietly after he’s done scolding you, brushing your lips against the side of his head in a soft peck. “that must’ve been why jumped in earlier, you were worried about me?”

“somethin’ like that, you crazy woman,,” bakugou whispers, there’s a tinge of fondness to his ruby eyes as you pull away to look at him, his hands settling on your hips while he moves up to press a soft kiss to your awaiting lips. “didn’t want you getting yourself killed.”

you stay with katsuki in the office for a little longer than usual, laying on his chest as he prattles away about everything and anything even though he should be working. you make sure he eats his lunch, despite how cold it is and promise him a boat load of take out when he comes home later— your sweet cuddling session only being cut short by a call from your assistant to tell you that your daughter is ready to be picked up from school. “better finish that interview katsu, taiga’ll be happy to know her daddy’s getting some time off to spend with her soon,” you remind him as you gather yourself together, your husband pouting ( he swears on his life he wasn’t ) from the loss of your warmth in his lap. “she has a lot to tell you.”

the blonde quirks a brow, watching you as you head for the door. “yeah? like what?” a hand comes up to cover your mouth as you giggle at his curious face. sometimes, when you look at katsuki, you could see how much your daughter resembles him, right down to his mannerisms. she had somehow inherited the shape of your nose and the brightness of your smile ( the only reason barely anyone realised bakugou had a kid, he never fucking smiled. ) but the bakugou genes were incredibly strong so there was no way she’d miss out on those crimson eyes and uncontrollable, untameable messy blonde hair.

she even acted like him. a very brazen little girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it, so she had her daddy wrapped around her stubby little fingers.

you grin, eyes sparkling with the same mischief as before. “oh y’know, just her little crush on midoriya’s boy.”

“yer fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

“i would never joke about such a thing, just make sure you’re home in time for dinner, number two!” you squeal, dashing out of the office before your husband has time to demand more answers from you. slamming the door shut, you chuckle at the melody of curses that leave your husbands mouth before heading off to pick up your daughter.

on your way, you admit to yourself , that maybe you didn’t have this fight in the bag. but what you did have; was a loving husband, a beautiful daughter and the best life you could have ever imagined.

extended ending:

“so, taiga... daddy hears you have a little... crush on someone.”

you’re in the kitchen, washing the dishes from tonight’s dinner as bakugou wipes tentatively at your little girl’s messy face— she was a poor eater but it’s something you didn’t mind, not when your husband was so soft with cleaning her up. you can see them from where you stand, watching katsuki knowingly.

taiga looks up from the colouring you’d set out for her when she finished up her meal, crimson eyes shining brightly as she fixes her gaze on her father. “mhm mhm!! he’s mister deku’s son! and i’m gonna marry him!”

“no yer not.” bakugou answers simply, looking close to popping a vein.

“why not?”

your husband scoffs, throwing away the tissue he’d used to clean his little girl up before joining her in her colouring. “‘cause daddy says so ‘n boys are gross, especially ones who’s dad’s look like broccoli.” the older ash blonde seems satisfied with his answer, grinning to himself as you dry the dishes with an amused smile.

but taiga isn’t finished, swapping her green crayon for a red one to finish up her drawing. “but you’re a boy...and mommy still married you!”

bakugou pauses, lost for words as taiga continues to colour— humming the theme song from a commercial for some of deku’s merch. you can tell it’s taking everything katsuki’s got not to combust right there on the spot, but he can’t stay mad at taiga for too long, not when she’s describing her wedding and how her daddy is going to walk her down the isle.

setting the dishes to dry and towelling your hands; you smile to yourself as you admire your family. some would say you had it all, and looking at the pair of bakugou’s now, who were you to deny the truth.

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imarvelatthesight · 3 years

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Spar

A/N: I’m trying to branch out to more Marvel characters :) let me know if I should start adding a fic summary

Summary: Reader fights Thor on Saakar.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Avenger!Reader

Pronouns Used: Gender Neutral (They/Them)

Recommended Song: Tia Tamera by Doja Cat ft. Rico Nasty

Word Count: 1,578

Warnings: fighting, one mention of blood, reader has super strength and partial magical abilities, mention of alcohol, swearing, it’s kinda sad in places

The day you had been brought to Sakaar had been possibly the worst day of your life. And that was truly saying something. Being in a relationship with a god-- never mind the fact that he was also an Avenger-- was a trick in itself. Trying to have a good relationship with his adopted brother? Well, that’s how you ended up in this mess. Get caught snooping around his room once and suddenly you’re on a different planet.

Your clothes were uncomfortably tight and the decorative paint on your face had you dying to itch it. Every week for the past two years you’d suffered this same treatment. Though, the fact that you had survived your rounds in the pit meant you were treated more well-off than others. A nice room, any alcoholic drink you could wish for (but because you were from Earth, more than a couple of sips would have you off your ass in moments). Even with all of your so-called luxuries, you felt empty. Why had no one come to rescue you? Did the Avengers even notice you were gone?

The door opening in front of you interrupted your thoughts. There was no time to think about anything else other than trying to survive. The roar of the crowd above you had your ears nearly ringing. “My champion!” You heard The Grandmaster announce. You burst out into the area, the crowd seemingly getting even louder. Before you had time to revel in the applause, one of the few advantages of your predicament, your eyes settled on your opponent. “Oh shit.”

“Yes!” The god of thunder boomed, excitement covering his face. Silence befell the crowd. Your features softened for a moment, happy to see your lover. You knew, however, you would not be able to express it. If you showed any fondness for each other it would surely compromise your life. “They’re my lover!” He threw his hand in the air, swinging his weapon up with it. “This is great, Y/N! I’ve been looking for you- Loki’s alive. Loki!”

Your eyes snapped up to the god of mischief. You scowled. You could faintly see him gulp and mouth something. “Thor.” You turned back to him, leaning forward slightly. “If we don’t fight, they’ll kill us both.”

“Nonsense, come with me and we’ll go-” Thor’s words were cut off by you grabbing him and flinging him away from you. His body slid through the dirt, a pained groan leaving him. The stands erupted with joy at the battle beginning. Thor jumped to his feet, brushing himself off. “Love, this is embarrassing! I told them we’re lovers!”

His words made you hesitate. You didn’t want to hurt Thor. But you couldn’t risk both of you dying. Someone would figure something out. Hopefully. You raised your hand and Thor’s weapon flew out of his grip, finding it’s home in your palm. The mace was in your hand for a fraction of a second before you flung it back at your partner. Your eyes clamped shut, not wishing to see if it struck him. After a few seconds you opened them and watched as Thor caught the mace and swung it back in your direction. Quickly, you raised your hands in an attempt to catch it again, but the tip of the mace nicked your cheek. You dropped the weapon, your thumb sliding over the wound to collect the blood from it.

Your feet carried your body with agility as you leapt through the air. Thor threw a swift punch to your abdomen, throwing your frame into the wall where it dented from the force you landed with. Fuck, that hurt. A collective gasp filled the arena.

The sound of quick footprints coming closer caused you to groan and assume a pleading position with your hand outstretched in front of your face. “Y/N, sweetheart?” You lifted your head, watching as Thor crouched to your level and extended a hand to you. “It’s alright. I won’t hurt you anymore. No one will.” The god of thunder cooed. Timidly, you reached out to him. “There you go, c’mere darling.” He smiled and pulled you into a hug, practically purring.

You melted into the contact. You were home. Anywhere with Thor was home. But part of you couldn’t resist looking up to where The Grandmaster sat. A frown soured his expression, Loki bouncing his leg at the opposite end of the couch. “Shit.” You whispered, though your Asgardian boyfriend didn’t notice as he placed a tender kiss to your forehead. The crowd was growing restless. Reluctantly, you pulled out of his hold. You grabbed his biceps, mentally admiring the way the muscle rippled under your touch, and lifted him in the air--using both your strength and your magic to assist-- before slamming him into the ground again.

Your fists found purchase on his face, tears filling your eyes and a scream tearing through your throat. To the crowd, it was a war cry. To you, a plea of mercy to whatever higher being was listening, and a shriek of forgiveness from Thor. The god laid there, your punches landing blow after blow on his cheeks. Within moments, his body and eyes flowed with electricity, and he returned your action, the lightning launching your body into the air and backwards, where your head made contact with the loose dirt.

Both astonishment and horror ebbed through you at the sight of Thor, covered in lightning, walking in your direction with purpose. You thought to do the same move you’d tried previously and leap at him. Only this time, he copied your movement and delivered an uppercut to your jaw. The sonic boom that erupted from Thor’s fist had your ears feel as if they were bleeding. Luckily, you’d managed to gather your bearings and land in a three-point stance. As Thor paced toward you, blue flashes decorating his muscles and dancing from his fingertips, he suddenly began to convulse and fell on his side. “Thor!” You cried, falling on your knees beside him.

Your gaze shot to the large window again. The Grandmaster slid his finger back on a device and Thor stopped twitching. Of course. He couldn’t afford to lose. You stroked your lovers face. His hand covered yours. “My love, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He chuckled. “It was quite a fight you put up. I’m sure Tony would have liked to see.”

“We’ll tell him when we get back to earth.” You muttered. As Thor went to speak again, he started shaking again, the veins on his face darkening. Mere seconds later, an electric jolt shot through you and your consciousness slipped away.

When you awoke, it was with panic. You recognized the room as the one you’d been forced to stay in for so long now. You groaned and attempted to roll over, being stopped by the weight of another person. Your breath hitched and you tried to move away, only for an arm to be wrapped around you and pulling you closer, a deep sigh escaping the person.

“My love.” Thor rasped out as you flipped over to face him. He playfully rubbed his beard against your jaw. His contentedness left as his hand gently grasped your face, his thumb moving over the scratch on your face. “Oh, Y/N. I wish this had never happened. I’m sorry it has taken me so long to find you.”

You turned your head and placed a kiss on his palm. “A few years is quite a long time.” You agreed.

“Years? You’ve only been gone for a week, dove.” He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Though according to Loki, time does move quite differently here.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ugh, Loki. That fool is the reason I’m here in the first place.” You snuggled into Thor’s chest and he pulled his arms tighter around you like you would disappear. “I want to go home, Thor. I want to listen to Steve complain, and I want to watch TV with Wanda, and I want out of these stupid devices-” You barely noticed the sobs leaving you as you tugged on the technology implanted on your neck.

Thor took your face in his hands. “We will get out of here, sweetheart. I will be sure of it. And Loki will right his wrongs, I swear it.” He kissed you softly. You nodded, silently acknowledging his words. “I love you, Y/N L/N.” Another kiss. “The light of my life.” Another.

You held back a laugh in favor of burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Stop, you big sap. I love you, Thor Odinson.” You suddenly pulled away with wide eyes. Thor only smiled in confusion. “Valkyrie! She and I get along quite well, she’ll help us. I know it!”

Footsteps from down the hall had Thor scrambling out of the bed, standing politely with his hands folded. You rushed to the door, where Valkyrie nodded in you greeting. “Y/N. It was quite shocking to learn that you are romantically engaged with our lord of thunder here.” She motioned with her hand.

“It’s god of thunder, actually-”

“We must get to training, Y/N. You two can kiss it up later.” She looped her arm through yours. You cast a look over your shoulder at Thor, who gave you an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“So, Val, I must discuss a proposition with you...”

“Does it involve drink?”

“It can.”

“I’m listening.”

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atsumiyass · 3 years

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Bakusquad during christmas

here’s a lil something for christmas since i’m feelin in the spirit - venus

warnings: fluff, platonic relationships

Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou would definitely take on cooking duty.

We all know mans can cook BOMB ASS FOOD.

He literally wouldn't let anyone else take on the job so...

But I feel like if you tried to help out he wouldn’t care as much

Bc he has a soft spot for you, ofc.

Also bc he knows you can cook pretty good as well.

So you both spend the afternoon cooking together.

Which turned out to be fun...

Apart from when you almost burned down the whole dorm building but we dont talk about that.

Once you finished putting away the food for tomorrow, you had the amazing idea of watching a Christmas movie to get into the spirit and relax after all your hard work.

it took some begging, but he finally agreed.

as long as you watched whatever he wanted, of course

but i mean who were you to say no to Bakugou

you made your way to his dorm since he had a tv and you didn’t

lucky prick

he put the disc in and you both settled on the wall where his bed was, a few feet apart from each other

but you’re y/n, and you’re in desperate need of attention

and it was cold

and Bakugou just happened to be a couple feet away

so the only logical option would be to snuggle up next to him

it took some courage but when you did, he surprisingly didn’t mind

he actually put his arm around you.

you took the chance and snuggled in closer.

soft Bakugou was a once in a lifetime experience, you had to take advantage of it.

especially since he would never act like this in front of the others

“so do you think they’ll like the food?” you asked, looking up at him.

“hell yeah they will, we made it didn’t we?” He replied, not looking away from the screen.

you smiled and turned back to the movie.

This Christmas was gonna be one to remember, thats for sure.

Eijirou Kirishima

This baby is on christmas tree duty

he asked you to tag along tho, for support

and bc he has a lil crush on you but you didn’t hear it from me (;

you both get to the common area and take a look at the empty Christmas tree

its huge.

like,

as tall as the ceiling huge.

you might have to call Uraraka for this one

you looked at each other like

“this is gonna take awhile.”

so you both get to work, first stringing the multi-colored lights around the tree

luckily they didn’t get all tangled up in the tree, so it didn’t take that long

(you actually ended up calling Uraraka to help you since it was so high up)

Once that was done, you continued on with the tinsel.

which ended up in it all getting tangled from you both fooling around.

in the trash it goes.

Next was the ornaments.

They varied from red, to white, to even hero themed ones.

you started from the bottom this time, not wanting to get Uraraka again

you decided to turn on some christmas music to set the mood since you both were just sitting in awkward silence for a hot minute

i hc that kiri get shy around his crush pls

so once you got the perfect spotify playlist going you went back to working on the tree, humming along to the song.

little did you know Kirishima was on the other side of the tree, having an internal conflict.

does he talk to you? does he make a joke? does he not say anything? does he-

“hey do we have anymore red ones?” he heard your voice, making him breathe a sigh of relief.

“yeah here..” he said going to grab one.

but ofc you didn’t hear him

so you also went to go grab one

and just like those cheesy romance movies

your hand landed on top of his.

you both looked up at each other and quickly pulled your hands back.

You felt your face heat up as you nervously laughed and picked up the ornament, making your way back to your side of the tree.

my shy, oblivious babies tsk tsk

Soon enough you finished all the ornaments and stood back to observe your work.

it honestly looked really good.

“wow Eji, it looks great dontcha think?” you asked, turning towards him.

“Yeah we did a super good job! great work y/n!” He said, giving you his signature sharky smile along with a thumbs up

your heart: doki doki

Suddenly a light bulb went off in your head

you had forgotten the star!!!

the most important part!!!!!

wtf y/n smh do better

you dug around in the christmas box for the star, which you soon found.

“hey could you go get Ochaco again? we gotta put up the star.” You called out to him.

“I think she’s out training with the other girls, i’m sure we can handle it.” he said confidently.

you guys couldn’t handle it.

somehow you ended up on top of him after falling off his shoulders.

could this get anymore cliché srsly.

luckily the star hadn't broke, so with the help of Ochaco this time, you got it up all nice and snug.

You plugged in the cords and the tree lit up, the rainbow lights and golden star illuminating the room.

your eyes sparkled in admiration, as the whole class gawked at you and Kirishimas work.

“You’re such a good team guys!” Yaoyorozu said, clapping her hands together with a smile.

and that, you were.

Denki Kaminari

Denki our electric boy would be on presents duty.

how did you end up tagging along with him?

you offered to go, like the kind person you are.

you actually wanted to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn’t accidently break something or pick up the wrong presents.

either way

you both arrived at the first store to pick up Mr. Aizawas present, since the whole class chipped in to get him something as a thank you.

you got to the counter and gave the clerk the receipt, and they went to the back to get the order.

what you didn’t know was that while you were there, Kaminari was wondering around the store touching everything he possibly could.

it was only a matter of time before he broke something

you soon realize he isn’t behind you so you go to look for him since the clerk is still in the back

“Kaminari? Where did you go?” You call out to him, but hear no response.

You continue in the store, searching every rack to see if he was hiding inside (yes Denki is childish what about it)

you do end up finding him though

just, not in the way you would imagine.

“Denki what happened?” You asked, speed walking over to a stupefied Kaminari

you saw two batteries on the ground and connected the dots.

of course.

you sighed, picking up the batteries and putting them back on the shelf.

“c’mon you big oaf, lets get back.” you sighed again, guiding Kaminari back to the front

once you got back to the counter the clerk had already come back, present in hand.

they looked at you like “da fawk are these bitches doing”

you grabbed the bag from the counter, thanked the clerk, and left.

(yes you paid smh you aint no robber)

Hand in hand with Kaminari you made it back to the dorms in one piece thankfully and by that time he had gotten back to a somewhat normal state

as normal as he can be

When the rest of the class asked what happened, you told them:

“just Kaminari, being Kaminari.”

Mina Ashido

you and Mina would def go ugly sweater shopping together.

both of you would force the guys (Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero) to wear them all throughout the Christmas party.

so you headed over to the nearest mall to pick some out for everyone, since (in Minas words) you both have “exquisite taste in fashion”.

which you dont, but they dont know that.

Once you entered the shop you both sprinted and got yelled at to the sweaters section and started to look through the racks.

“Ouu this one just screams Bakugou!” she exclaimed, pulling one from the rack.

It was red, covered in stars, ornaments, and ugly santas with orange words that read ‘Merry Christmas’ across the sweater in cursive.

yeah he would hate it, but then again thats the whole point.

“definitely, lets get it.”

After about an hour or so of picking out unique (ugly asf) sweaters for each of the boys, you paid and left the store.

The day of the party soon rolled around and you got your sweaters on, heading over to the boys’ dorms to give them theirs.

Bakugou: Hell no!

Y/n: pretty pleaseee *puppy dog eyes*

Bakugou: .....fine.

Kirishima: aw yeah cool! I'm gonna look super manly in this!

Sero: I have a bad feeling about this, eh whatever.

Kaminari: we’re gonna look so stupid in these hahaha!

Once they all came out in their sweaters, you and Mina had a whole ass FIT OF LAUGHER

like I'm talking a good 10 minutes on the floor.

After getting yelled at by Bakugou, you headed over to everyone else.

but not before fist bumping Mina in victory.

“We’re so doing this next year.”

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mymoonagedaydream · 4 years

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Domestic Bliss (Part 3)

Summary: No word from Stark, so you and Bucky are left to your own devices playing husband and wife for a while

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x y/n

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: I’m really enjoying writing this story :) hope it isn’t too slow burn

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'What are you doing?'

You jumped out of your skin- for a metal unit of a man he somehow managed to move without making a sound. He was leaning against the kitchen door frame wearing a tattered t-shirt, with his hands in the pockets of his low-riding sweatpants.

'What does it look like? Making breakfast.' He furrowed his brows, seemingly astonished at the idea of you cooking. 'You want some bacon?'

'Hell yeah.’ He waltzed into the living room, adding sarcastically over his shoulder ‘you keep this up I might even marry you for real.'

To be honest, breakfast was intended as a sort of peace offering. You'd thought about it some more and he was right, you were being an asshole yesterday. You even decided to give him more bacon than you. Now that’s an apology.

'Have you heard from Stark?' He shook his head, not looking up from the pile of meat he was shovelling into his mouth. 'Me neither. I just figured it would help if we actually knew which house we were monitoring.'

'Must be one of the other three in this dead end bit, I'll head up and check out all the gear he's left us after breakfast.'

Not a bad idea, but you'd had one of your own too.

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‘Cookies!’ You said excitedly, piling three Tupperware containers into your bag.

‘Yeah I’m not blind, just confused.’

‘This happy husband and wife are going to introduce themselves to the neighbours and these’ you shook the last box of cookies at him ‘will win us favour.’ You ignored his derisive nod.

The first house was next to yours on the left, similar looking on the outside but with two pretty expensive vintage cars parked outside. You pressed the bell and heard movement approaching. Just as the lock clicked on the other side of the door, Bucky quickly snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side.

'Oh, hello.' Standing in front of you was an old lady with a British accent and warm smile.

'Hi- um...' Bucky had completely knocked you for six and, judging by the smug smirk on his face, he knew it.

'We've just moved in next door.' He piped in. 'Thought we'd come by to introduce ourselves. My wife made you some cookies too, you won’t believe how good she is at baking.'

Well shit, you'd never heard him sound so much like a normal person. He even punctuated his sentence with a polite chuckle.

'Well aren't you two just lovely.’

You smiled sweetly at her, finally back on your game, and handed over one of the Tupperware boxes. 'I'm Jo and this is Tom- it’s great to meet you.’

You made small talk with your neighbour for a couple minutes, ending with a promise to be back round for tea at your earliest convenience. As soon as the door closed, Bucky's hand dropped from your waist and he headed towards the next house.

'Maybe warn me next time Barnes? Freaked me right out.' You complained, as if that wasn't his intention. 'And if that hand goes any lower I'm taking it off.'

He stopped and saluted at you sarcastically as you passed him to go towards the next door.

The other two houses seemed completely inconspicuous too- a middle aged lady with fiery red hair who insisted the two of you join her and her husband (the lawyer) for drinks one night this week, and a couple not much older looking than you and Bucky with two young children and a new-born baby.

'Well that got us a big fat nothing.' He complained, plonking himself down on the armchair in the living room.

'You're joking, right?' He looked at you, one eyebrow raised. 'It's our first day here and we can already clearly identify the supposed residents of each house, we've convincingly consolidated our cover with each of them and two of them even invited us over.'

'Huh, suppose when you put it like that… We can probably just take the rest of the day off then.'

And he did. You spent hours in the surveillance room typing up a mission report, he watched TV for two hours then slinked off to the mini-gym for the rest of the day.

Seems he was settling into married life quite well too.

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The next night, you and Bucky were leaving for drinks with Kate the redhead and her lawyer husband.

‘I don’t see why we’re doing this.’ He was fidgeting in the shirt that was far too tight over his shoulders. ‘That redhead hardly seems like the boss of an international crime gang.’

‘If criminals seemed like criminals they wouldn’t be very good fucking criminals would they, Barnes. And since Stark has been all-but-ignoring us since we arrived, we’ve got to explore all avenues.’

You were greeted by Kate at the door and she led you through to their house. It was decorated like a hunter’s log cabin, all brown leather and dark wood. In the living room, the lawyer was waiting with two expensive-looking bottles of scotch. Bucky was invited to join him for ‘man time’ while you and Kate were sequestered to the kitchen with a cheap bottle of wine.

You wouldn’t be coming here again.

Kate was nice enough but you had very little in common, and you could sense years of simmering resentment between her and her husband. She glared at the door after every obnoxiously loud chortle from the living room, even though you recognised some of them as Bucky, and she kept asking you whether your husband was starting to become emotionally distant yet. The evening didn’t pass nearly fast enough and you actually found yourself wishing that you had listened to your reluctant partner.

Hours later, when you finally felt you’d got as much as you could out of Kate, you made your excuses and headed to grab Bucky. He was leaning back in the leather armchair, looking different somehow. He gazed at you with a carefree grin, no tension in his shoulders and a look in his eyes you didn’t recognise.

Was he tipsy? One of the whiskey bottles was empty and they were making good progress on the second.

‘You ready to go honey?’

‘We’ve got half a bottle of Macallan scotch to drink yet sweetheart, you’re welcome to run along home if you please’ the lawyer piped up. You never bothered asking his real name, didn’t seem worth your time.

‘Nah, I’m good,' Bucky cut in, 'I think it’s time to take my beautiful wife to bed.’

He launched himself off the armchair with great effort and stumbled towards you. You were taken aback by his sudden familiarity but careful not to blow your cover, so you let him pull you in by the waist and plant a few soft kisses on the top of your head. You may even have enjoyed that part, just a bit. That was probably the wine talking though.

You didn’t enjoy, however, having to all-but-carry him for the short walk back to your house. He weighed a fuck-tonne.

The two of you spilled through the front door and into the living room, Bucky collapsing onto the armchair with all the grace of a newborn horse.

'That guy was an asshole, man.' He had his head back and his eyes closed, so you had a bit of difficulty deciding whether he was speaking to you or himself.

'Yeah? How so?'

'Just a stuck up rich guy y'know, plus the way he spoke to you was out of order. Give me the word next time and I'll bust his ass.'

'I appreciate the sentiment Barnes' you chuckled, 'but I can look after myself just fine.'

Content that he'd survive the night with nothing more than a throbbing headache, you started walking past him towards the stairs. As you got to his side he reached out, grabbing you by the wrist softly, but with enough force that you stopped dead and looked over at him. His eyes were open now, he was staring at you earnestly.

'I'm serious y/n. No-one speaks to my wife like that.'

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‘What the HELL?’

You jolted awake. Turning your head, you looked at the time. 3am? What in Christ's name is he shouting for?

Oh fuck, you’d forgotten.

You were pissed off at Bucky earlier for leaving all his dirty plates in the sink, so you’d put them in his bed. Petty, yes. But your point was a fair one.

You’d left him on the armchair, he must’ve slept there for a few hours then woken up and decided to go to bed. He stormed into your room.

‘Why the FUCK are there plates in my bed?’

‘Oh gosh, I’m not sure. Maybe the dish fairy, you know the one who puts your dishes in the washer after you leave them all over the place, put them there?’

Swaying slightly and clenching his teeth, you guessed he was probably too drunk and sleepy for a proper argument.

‘Right.’ He pulled his shirt off.

‘Whoa Barnes, the fuck are you playing at?’ Bucky was undoing his belt and in a matter of seconds was standing in your room in just his underwear.

‘Move over.’

‘Instinct says... no.’

With a slightly jarring look of determination, Bucky clambered over you to the far side of the bed and pulled the covers over himself. For a second you were silent with shock. You and Bucky were in bed together, both just wearing underwear.

His thigh brushed against yours and sent an electric sensation up your side.

Granted, it would be a hell of a lot easier to just accept this and go to sleep, but you had to be seen to make some kind of protest. You half-heartedly grabbed his arm, trying to yank him towards the edge of the bed- a pointless endeavour.

‘This is not happening.’

‘Go sleep in the ketchup bed then.’

‘You’re an ass.’

He let out a deep chuckle before turning his back to you and getting comfortable. After firing an irritated groan at the back of his neck, you flicked the lamp off and turned your back in kind.

Before falling asleep, you and Bucky shared a thought. You tried not to over-analyse it, but it made Bucky grin to himself.

You could easily have gone to sleep on the sofa.

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Part Four

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@billy-jeans23

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angsty-omi · 4 years

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PART 2 OF RAINFALL.

part 1 here

oikawa x fem!reader angst

warning: toxic relationship, verbal matches, no happy ending, swearing

lowercase intended.

“i will never put you over volleyball again...” you couldn’t leave him. he only did it this one time. give him a break. you led yourself to believe this. to pity him. but little did you know, forgiving him also meant that you were okay with being second to volleyball. oh, you naive little girl.

two years later.

“look at us now? isn’t it funny?,” you chuckled to yourself, thinking back to the moment where you just ate up his words and forgave him like that.

nowadays, you don’t even fuss over the fact that he continuously stands you up. he doesn’t listen. he’s doesn’t even try to hear you out. everytime he says the same thing, “i mean c’mon y/n, i play in the big leagues now. this isn’t high school anymore, practices go on for a hours. and then after, the team always wants to celebrate. can’t you just be supportive for me?” and to which you reply, “you’re right.” not saying anything more or less. even though you truly know what he’s saying is wrong, you didn’t want to believe it. just not yet.

one morning, it was pouring outside. and when you say pouring, it was flood warning worthy. you smiled, knowing when it rains, tooru is forced to come home. the team didn’t like celebrating in the rain. it ruined their hair and mood. you looked to your left and saw a sleepy tooru. sneaking a peck, his lips tasted like alcohol. your chest got tight. however, you shook it off, as he slowly started to open his eyes. the brown specks greeted you with a small grin. pulling you into a deeper kiss. this. this made you forget every thrown word and fight in the past. you pulled away, “it’s raining. hopefully for dinner we can stay in, yeah? i’ll whip up some recipes and we can just relax?”you hid your face in his chest. assuming he’s gonna shut you down. he moves your chin up to look at him. “i’ll be there,” he said with such words. as if they meant something. again, your heart was so happy, you could die right then and there.

a few minutes later, he got out of the shared king bed, and prepared for the day. you didn’t really want that moment to end. but you didn’t mind that much because you got to spend time with him later in the day.

but later in the day never came.

where are you tooru? it’s six-thirty and practice ended at six. the food is getting cold. “he will be here. he promised,” you reassured yourself. six-thirty turned to seven and seven turned into nine. you decided again, to take matters in your own hands. you called a taxi to take you the court. no way he’s again prioritizing volleyball over you. even then, you don’t even care that he does; you just wanted him to at least priotize you. there you walk in, thinking he’s going to be by himself. at least then you could yell at him in privacy. but, no, low and behold he’s with the manager. she’s been throwing balls with him. they looked like the perfect couple.

when you went to tooru’s games, you couldn’t help but notice the manager was just so pretty, you just couldn’t help but compare yourself with her sometimes.

they don’t hear you walk in. until tooru was about to set yet another ball, and you swerve it before he could push it back up in the air. those same brown specks, widened as he saw you. he then remembered the promise he made you this morning. he was truly so screwed. but maybe he thought that since you’ve forgiven him so many times maybe this time is just like that. “let’s wrap this up. tooru, home now,” you said with such urgency in your voice. why the urgency? you were about to bawl right then and there. but no. not in front of her. you walk out, and waited outside the locker room.

while waiting for him, you thought to yourself, “this feels familiar, huh? the rain, check. waiting for him outside, check. and you having to take initiative, check.”

the cab ride was silent. with tooru stealing a few glances at you, you only had a straight face. not happy, not sad. just monotone. as soon as you guys walked into your shared apartment, with you behind him slamming the front door. there. now you can cry, scream, and any new emotions you haven’t unlocked yet.

“I’ve put up with enough of your bullshit, tooru. I’ve waited two years to see if you’d change. NOT EVEN CHANGE, JUST TO LISTEN TO ME...” you gasped trying to breathe.

“i always think back to that day when we met at the park, your face, was so panicked. how you promised me you’d propose, or how you would never stand me up again. that statement bought you two years of me looking away” you started to smile, however only for a quick second. “and to my mistake that was too long. but i was willing to wait, y’know? because i loved you.. do you even realize how selfish you are?” at this point, tears were slowly flowing down.

“I’m the selfish one?” tooru scoffed, “you know what you’re ridiculous y/n, look at what you’re standing on. i got this for us. this big ass apartment for YOU. this TV for you, this BED for you..” as tooru continuously points out things he’s purchased.

as he pointed to the last thing for his example, he was greeted with a china plate slamming only a few inches to the left of him. more and more plates smashed on the wall. you’re not even thinking, finally letting your emotions lead you. no way he’s blaming you.

“you’re a fucking psychopath,” oikawa screamed.

you’re lying. you couldn’t even believe his words. you belted, “YOU MADE ME THIS WAY, the way i needed you the most and you chose volleyball over me. the way i ignored all the warning signs of this toxic relationship because i loved you so much, i couldn’t deal with the reality. but i’m so so tired of it. did you know? every new years, i prayed that you would find time for me. can you believe it? i could’ve prayed for my family to be healthy, or that we could get rich. but no. i wasted my wishes on YOU, you bastard,” smashing plates onto the ground. until you couldn’t even see the floor.

your eyes blinded by raindrops, rather than love anymore. oikawa grabbed your wrists with a brute force. halting the plate-smashing machine. “stop y/n, let’s have a civil conversation,” he tried to calm you down.

but this only ignited the fire even bigger.

“oh my god, you’re so right.” you start to laugh, but with tears still free falling. “why didn’t I think of that?” you said aloud and wiggled your wrists out of his grasp. frantically walking to your shared bedroom. grabbing a suitcase on the top shelf and just started packing. not even knowing if these were even your clothes.

you just needed your point across.

you could feel oikawa on his knees behind you and hugging your waist. feeling his tears on the back of your shirt pained you. you just kept on packing and packing. not even fully consious of what’s going on, but you knew that it was right. finally zipping up the last thing, you tried to walk to the exit. tried. it was a pain to walk from your bedroom to the door, due to a 6 foot man clinging onto you like you were the tree to his koala.

as you were directly by the door, you turned around to face him, with his grasp loosening on your waist. you wanted one last look before this story ended. you kissed his tears, savoring them. and then his lips. the kiss was electric, and in his head, he thought that this was a close one and that you’re not leaving. kissing you so happily. however... you were saying goodbye forever.

as you pulled away, you gripped your suitcase and quickly exited out the door.

oikawa quickly followed behind you. following you. he couldn’t lose you. not when he finally was going to try changing. not when it finally got through to his head. he finally listened. there was a taxi already hailed and you rushed in, “drive” you said. as the car starts to move away, you see oikawa running out of your apartment complex. you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. him standing on the road, in the rain, but this time he didn’t have you by his side.

crazy, how all the dramatic parts of your relationship occurred in the rain. the beginning, the first fight, and the bitter ending.

tags: @a-one-eyed-ghoul

congrats on being my first tagged lol!

a/n: that concludes my first fic! sorry if they’re grammar mistakes i’m still trying. you won’t see many happy endings on my page if i can’t see one. like this story for example i can’t see a way for this to be happy. anyways, if you liked this, please like, repub, or follow for more angst!

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enigma-im · 4 years

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Dark Planet Warriors Series

Warning: Gore, violence, some situation of wrongful touching

Summary:

8 stories. The series begins with a bug infestation on the mining station outside of earth. A species called Kordolians are there to be the exterminators. After a meeting with a strange human our primary story kicks off while the bug story plays in background in some stories while being the main focus for several books. The consistent story for the other 8 books is a romance between the aliens and humans that results in a war for purity.

Person thoughts:

Great fuckin series. Almost every book has a different couple with only the very first couple being the focus several other times. First book is fantastic, especially the first sex scene. Its so good. The next few focus on the bug infestation till its dealt with then it gets back to the war. Don't skip them though, Riker is a treat that deserves to be acknowledged. My favorite one of this amazing series is Infinity's Embrace. That book has some dope characters. Electric Heart is my least favorite because it's like a real bad Watch Dogs (video game).

Rating: 9/10

Books:

Dark Planet Warriors

Dark planet Falling

Into the Light

Out of Darkness

Forged in Shadow

Infinity's Embrace

Electric Heart

Brilliant Starlight

Office Alien Series

Warning: Awkwardness, drug use, kidnapping (kind of)

Summary:

Three books about an office relationship with three different aliens. Each alien goes through the venture of courting a human woman. All of them succeed on confusing then educating these people on their culture. All the aliens come from the same planet that has been ravaged by a tough alien species that try to wipe them out with their superior technology. That isn't a plot point, its just an explanation. Each story shows the struggles of cultural differences and how education and understanding can help make the world a better place.

Person thoughts:

I adore this series. One book in this series actually got a perfect score from me, which is strange cause I'm a tough grader. The first book has a super awkward lad who just seems to hate everyone. Its really cute and I like them both though their relationship is filled with cringe. The second book I didn't much care for. The main love dude was kind of an idiot and was too blinded by acceptance to be a reasonable thinking alien. Still decent but Its not my cup of tea. The last one- sweet jesus- was amazing. It has a ‘my cousin Vinny’ vibe with their relationship where they fight often but its like their form of foreplay. So good. There is another series that’s super short that takes place 1 year later for each story. Totally worth a read after you read the series.

Rating: 8/10

Books:

The E.T. Guy

The New Guy

The Security Guy

(Christmas special)

Kraving Khiva

Warning: Sex workers, forced prostitution, abuse

Summary:

Eve is a virgin who is fed up with it. After her father's death she has been ghosting by in life with her best friend. After said friend points out a brothel of some interesting aliens she decides to give the place a try to finally rid herself of her virginity. After just one night she keeps coming back, falling for the sex worker. Romance ensues with lots of strife and abuse to keep the two from their HEA.

Personal Thoughts:

Man, this story represents everything I love in a story. Tons of fluff. It was a really good slow burn that I didn’t expect from a story about a prostitute. The cover gives the illusion of a typical middle aged mother romance - which I guess it is- but it has so much more. I only had one problem with the story, the ending. I felt they could have given more information but they just glossed over it. Besides that, hot book. The second one is really boring, just a slice of life that I couldn't get into.

Rating: 9/10

Books:

Kraving Khiva

Prince of Firestone

The Queen's Ransom

Warning: Near death situations, a lot of near death situations, gore

Summary:

432 pages. Long book. Jalia enters into a competition to win a great prize. The interest of great fortune is too much for her to pass up. Little does she know the treachery the competition hides or the actual prize. The king of Minotaurs is hosting an event to test the strength, endurance, and intelligence of potential wives. In a culture that values strength they refuse to accept a queen who hasn't been tried. Genius Jalia goes through challenge after challenge, nearly dying about every chapter while catching the attention of a charming king.

Personal Thoughts:

I generally don't have the patience for long books but this one never dragged on. Every chapter was captivating and riveting. The challenges were interesting and Jalia's solutions were pretty genius. The relationship between the king and her is pretty grand, I adore them greatly. My only problem with the book is all the potty humor and insults. She was a genius but her insults left much to be desired. Once her biggest annoyance is no longer in the picture does that kind of stuff end.

Rating: 9/10

Book:

The Queen's Ransom

The Kraken

Warning: Gore, racism, attempts of suicide(only 1 book), sassy AI

Summary:

A mysterious creature has lived in the ocean long ago, since the beginning of the settlement on this planet. After a nearly drowning woman is saved a series kicks off. Each book has a different relationship of humans and Krakens. Every book tells the story of how the krakens go from living in isolation at the bottom of the ocean to breeding with humans.

Personal thoughts:

When I first read this story I was just getting into monster romance. The love interests have fairly human tops but hella tentacle bottoms. So I was a little off-put by it but as I read on I didn’t care. The first one is pretty good for a start. The second one was decent, I didn’t really care for it. I actually skipped the 3rd one my first go around. Which is fine, it doesn't add too much and its short. Its still worth a read. The 4th one, fucking grand. 5th one? My all time favorite of the series! If you don't want to read them all at least read the 5th one. Like ask me for story details and I'll give you a cliff note for what's mentioned in that story then you can read in peace. 6th was ok, love the sassy AI. I didn't read the 7th one. Its two old people and I just can't

Rating: 8/10

Books:

Treasure Abyss

Jewel of the Sea

Hunter of the Tide

Heart of the Deep

Rising from the Depth

Fallen from the Stars

Lover from the Waves

Escaping Wonderland

Warning: Sexual assault, gore, lots of sexual stuff

Summary:

Alice is wrongfully placed in a psych ward that specializes in simulation therapy. She is placed in a pod then taken to the world of wonderland. This twisted version of the children's classic introduces a rapey mad hater and manipulative Red King. The main love interest is a playful lad who has more control of the simulation than most. The two run from the clutches of the Red King while trying to escape the simulation.

Personal thoughts:

I had very low hopes for this story. I didn't expect it to be as good as it was. It was a twist on the beloved movie and book. Everything was rapey and creepy and I weirdly loved it. Of course nothing too terrible happened to the main lady so it made those situations more tolerable but only just. I adore the main dude, shadow. He was a playful little mischief maker and I would die for him. What made this book better for me was when everything hit the fan they didn't rid him of his sassy personality. Most books make the cocky, silly, playful personality as something that is bad and needs to change. This one they didn’t and kept it. So good.

Rating: 9/10

Books:

Escaping Wonderland

Infinity City

Warning: Abuse, gore, sexual assault, dope ass fighting

Summary:

A city where criminals are more in control than most people think. Each book takes the reader through different adventure of different people. All having the similarity of protecting the ones they love. The first is of an assassin protecting the only woman who has made him feel so strongly. The second is with a mob boss hacker who grows fond of a shy human. The third is the second in command of the mob boss hacker who finds a pregnant woman in a menagerie and discovers she is his mate. Fourth is one of the workers of the mob boss's security team who gets taken by some slavers along with a woman he was entertaining for the night.

Personal thoughts:

First book sucked. He was obsessives and pretty much took all her choices. It wasn't till the end that he was like "my bad, you can leave if you want". Bleh. Second book was fan-fucking-tastic. Arc is a charming idiot with an amazing backstory. I didn't like the girl in the beginning but she grew on me. I love that he focuses on her but still pays attention to work and his 'family'. The third was surprisingly good. I generally don't like stories where someone is pregnant because they get boring. This one was not that. She was never a hindrance or weak, she was a badass. With her big kitty man they made an amazing duo. Also any scenes with her man and the baby made me tear up. He was so sweet. Fourth was boring, it reminds me too much of a lot of other stories.

Rating: 8/10

Books:

Silent lucidity

Shielded hearts

Untamed Hunger

Savage Desire

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While people watch TV or Youtube in their free time, I read. I have such a weird organization with everything i read because i tend to reread stories and forget i read them. the entire time i read it im like “have i read this before?”. so for books i write them down, rate them, then review them. i didn’t post the reviews here because it would be so many spoilers. Also i sort my favorite fanfics by fandom then relationship. i read so fucking much, its a problem at this point.

If you liked this recommendation drop a like, reblog, or reply. i will perhaps do another if you all like this. i have read so many books and i can post some decent ones and some god awful ones. perhaps you all can tell me how wrong my thoughts are on the ones i deem terrible. i think we will probably agree, ‘free’ books tend to have lower standards.

#exophilia #monster boyfriend #monster boyfriends #kindle unlimited #recommendation #book recommendations #Enigma-IM #infinity city #escaping wonderland #the kraken series #queen's ransom #kraving khiva #office alien series #dark planet warriors

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PlayTime, Nikolay & Freya, Human (F) x Werewolf (M), NSFW

*coughs * Sure Not Doom @followmetoyourdoom Here’s your prompt LOL. I decided to approach this one with already established relationship :3 This one is getting into the grapefruit level of citrus scale. Reblog and comment in tags or wherever if you like this! I really appreciate!

Tagging @monster-bait again o/ Enjoy.

“Okay, sweetie, have fun,” Freya hugged Kitty as her daughter joined the group of the girl scouts. The Sparrows were going on a weekend-long trip in the woods to gain some new badges.

“I will! Have fun with Nikolay too,” the little girl waved as she ran off to her friends not seeing the amused looks her mother gave her boyfriend.

“Bye, cupcake!” Nikolay still called after her, trying to ignore Freya.

“Oh, we are definitely going to have fun,” Freya nudged him and wiggled her eyebrows. “Don’t you think it’s so convenient that the trip falls right on the full moon~”

“You are terrible,” Nikolay sighed, comically raising his eyes to the sky. “You sure they are going to be okay?” He seemed a little worried.

“Kitty can take care of herself, we both made sure of that, no?” Freya looked at him softly. It warmed her heart when he behaved so dad-like to Kitty.

“True, she is a resourceful one,” he finally admitted. When the bus finally left he turned toward the car. “Ready to go home?” He asked opening the door for her.

“Yesss~” she giggled as she sat behind the wheel.

The drive was short since the city they lived in wasn’t that big. Climbing the stairs to Freya’s flat they already started kissing. Nikolay pressed her to the wall, while her sneaky hands drew over his chest. They barely managed to open the door, too intoxicated with each other. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, brushing through his hair with her fingers. They shut the door behind them and fortunately managed to aim well for the couch as they tumbled onto it. Clothes were discarded to be found, or not, later on. She dragged her nails over his back leaving red marks and her teeth sank in.

He growled in response. “God I missed you,” he pulled her hair exposing her neck for open mouth kisses and leaving red marks.

“Making love on a couch?” She giggled and gasped as he sucked particularly hard.

“And a table, over the wall,” he muttered. “Being loud.” He peppered her chest with sloppy kisses.

“Mmmm, yes,” she stretched pushing her chest to him.

“Should we- should we wait?” He looked at her. “I mean there’s still a couple of hours-” he didn’t finish because she grabbed his head and pushed it between her boobs.

“Absolutely not,” she announced as he laughed.

“Yes, ma’am.” He slipped onto the floor removing the rest of her clothes, particularly her underwear with his teeth. The next hour or two passed in a frenzy of quickened breath, mixed moans and the wet slap of two bodies together.

Having satisfied their initial craving, they took their time to get ready for Nikolay’s transformation. Freya cooked while he took a shower. The dinner passed with giggles and under the table touches. They were adults.

Finally, Fritz went downstairs to the basement to change as the sun was about to set and the moon was soon to raise. This was the part with the most nerves for Freya. She hated knowing how painful it was for him. It took some time for him to gather himself back together and it took a good couple hours on its own. But then he would be back, taller and fluffier and they could get back to where they left off.

She put on a movie to wait it out. The time passed and she didn’t notice when she passed out in front of the TV until a strong, fluffy set of arms was carrying her to the bedroom.

“Wazztime?” She slurred out trying to wake up as he set her down.

“11 pm,” Nikolay replied and knelt next to the bed.

“Mmm, you’re back,” she hummed and stroked his head tickling his ear. Then she grinned. “Who’s a good boy~”

His ears perked up and his eyes sparkled. The tail behind him thumped.

“Who’s a good boy! Who?” She grinned as his whole body wiggled waiting for the answer. “You are!”

He barked happily and made a circle around himself, his tongue lolling out. Suddenly he halted and squinted at her in his best ‘annoyed Husky’ look. “You’re mean!”

Freya fell over laughing loudly.

“Terrible!” he huffed, ears flopping back.

She wheezed tears in her eyes. “You fall for this every time!”

“I can’t help it!” He flopped on the floor folding his arms and pouting. “You know that!”

“I do.” She continued giggling. “Come on~” She wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, sinking a little into the thick fur. “You promised.”

“I don’t know, my dignity has been damaged!” He sniffed, a bit overdramatic but one ear perked up, the other still stubbornly laying down.

Freya giggled and grabbed a rope tossing it over him and pulling to her. “Well, what are you going to do now?” She looked over him from above.

He licked her across the forehead. She laughed and pushed him back. “Gross!”

“Hey, you usually like it when I do that,” he snickered, tail thumping again.

“Not over my face!” She protested and stuck her tongue at him. They stared at each other for a moment before snorting. He leaned forward his head and they nuzzled each other. “Big fluffy doof.” She chuckled and scratched behind his ears.

He closed his eyes and leaned into her hand. “Okay, show me the ropes.” He sighed.

“Oh, I’m gonna~” She grinned and he glared at her.

“No, no puns, we are not punning tonight, this is no pun zone,” he put his finger to her lips. She licked it and he snorted through his nose.

She kept grinning as she gathered the rope in her hands again. “I haven’t heard the safeword.” She wiggled her eyebrows and he rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh. “But seriously you remember the safe word, right?” She checked.

“Dolphins,” he deadpanned. “I still can’t believe-”

She shushed him. “No more talking, now be a good boy and stand up.” She got on her legs standing a bit wobbly on the bed.

Nikolay shook his head but did as she asked. The ropes were mostly just for show since he could easily rip them apart but it still played a nice fantasy for both of them. Freya worked for a bit, tying an intricate harness around his body. He groaned when the rough texture wrapped around his balls. It sent a small shudder through him and a bit of his cock peeked from its sheath.

She noticed it and stroked it a little, evoking a small groan. Freya smirked and checked the knots. Then she asked one last question. “Did you put the plug in?” she stroked the base of his tail in circles.

“Y-yeah, when you were having a nap,” he breathed out.

“Okay, good, good.” Satisfied with that she moved back and got to the floor. “Get on the bed.” She ordered him and he obeyed kneeling in the middle of it.

Freya undressed and he admired her. The wild, red hair, the freckles covering her arms and thighs. The soft curves of her breasts, stomach and especially her ass. Mmmm…. He wanted to have that again. His hands strained against the ropes but he managed to stay put. She noticed his struggles and smirked. Out of the drawer, she pulled out a bottle of lube, her trusty strap on and approached the bed.

She made herself comfortable on the pile of pillows and grabbed the end of the rope that was hanging around his neck like a lead. She pulled him down, his head hovering over her chest.

“Now, don’t be so idle and get to work,” she ordered. “Lick.”

He wanted to throw a quip about how now she wants him to lick her but was a bit too excited to do what she wanted. His long, textured tongue started at the underside of her chest and dragged up. He swirled around her nipple, lapping at it and kissing it. He worked slowly, making sure not to leave a spot untouched, once he was done with one he moved to the other one and looked at her.

The blush on her cheeks spread down her throat and her lips were slightly parted as her breath grew heavier. She barely stopped a small hitch of her voice as he used his chin and pressed onto her nipple rubbing it.

“Good boy,” she breathed out and stroked his head.

Yes, he was a good boy. The goodest boy. He licked up to her pulse and she arched her neck. Oh, he liked the sound she made. He wanted to kiss her but she pushed his mouth back. Her foot went up to the middle of his torso, forcing him away from her.

“You forgot a spot~,” she singsonged. After a moment of confusion on his part, he noticed her tapping over the soft mound between her thighs. She spread her soaking folds and he felt so thirsty.

Ever so obedient, Nikolay ducked his head down, pushing his body to slide over the bed. He drew his tongue over the insides of her pussy tasting her and inhaling her scent. He growled and she yanked the lead a little.

“No,” she tsked at him. “Naughty boy.”

He pouted but tried to keep himself in control as he pushed his tongue inside her and she groaned her back arched and she hooked one leg over his shoulder. He smiled knowing he was doing good. He moved his tongue quickly, pushing in and out of her, twisting it and moving in circles. His eyes fixed on her as much as possible.

She writhed under him, her hips rolled under his mouth and her mouth was open, panting and moaning so loudly. It was music to his ears. Finally, she tugged the rope gently.

“Up, move up,” she moaned.

He pressed the flat of his tongue to her clit and now he had both her legs around his head. If he could Nikolay would have been purring as he lapped at the stiff pearl.

Freya sucked in air. Her free hand gripped onto the sheet tightly, her knuckles going nearly white as electricity coursed through her body. She panted loudly and closed her eyes shut enjoying deeply what he was doing. If she had to choose, Freya would have said she preferred his werewolf side. That tongue could work magic, not that his human one couldn’t. It just had both reach and flexibility.

The tight coil that has been building up in her core finally snapped and she cried out as her orgasm hit her. She shuddered and arched her back, her legs locking around him tightly.

He waited patiently until her grip loosened and he could pull away. The rope fell out of her hand and he stretched himself forward, licking her cheek a little. She giggled and kissed him, humming happily. Her fingers sank into his fur and she scratched his head much to his delight.

“You’re a very good boy! You deserve a bit of a reward now don’t you?” Her voice was still a bit husky.

“Yes, yes please~” he mumbled against her hand.

“Do you want your hands free?” She asked sweetly.

“Yes, please.” He wiggled his shoulders a little as his hands worked against the ropes.

“Okay, now, lay on your tummy and stick your pretty butt up,” she ordered as she moved out of the way. She untied his hands and he sighed, rolling the joints in his shoulders. Much better.

He wrapped his hands around the pillow in front of himself. Next to the bed, Freya was putting the strap-on on. They previously agreed on which dildo she’d attach to it. It was big, purple and bulbous, well curved. It had a ribbed underside and a spine on top, studs ran along the edges of its ‘glans’. Nikolay could feel his dick twitch and something hot coil up in his underbelly as he watched her pour the lube on it. She climbed the bed and his breathing hitched when she grabbed him by his tail and pulled at the buttplug. He moaned as she pulled it out. He was near an orgasm feeling it breaking free from him. Breathing heavily Nikolay shivered as Freya spread the cool liquid over his pucker.

“Good boy,” she praised him. “Do you want this?” She teased the tip of the toy at his loosened hole and he whined.

“Yes, please.”

She grinned and pushed in as he relaxed, breathing out. He shuddered as she filled him and clenched his hand over the pillow. “God.”

“It’s just Freya, sweetie.” She chuckled. “Now be an even better boy and let me hear you being loud.” She started moving angling just right to hit his sweet spot. His already eager self groaned and his hips rocked as she fucked him. The toy rubbed him in all the good ways. He was now up on his elbows, spine arched and mouth gaping, panting. Then she grabbed one of the knots on his rope harness and pulled squeezing his balls and he cried out a moan. His dick swayed with each thrust generously leaking precome. He stared up the ceiling, eyes hazed and tongue lolling.

Freya enjoyed herself immensely. She loved slamming into him and hearing those joyous moans. She scratched the base on his tail and he nearly sobbed. He was high and she was the drug.

“Fuuuuuuck!” he moaned loudly. “Freya! I need-!”

“Come Nikolay, come for me,” she allowed and he shuddered, crying out her name that turned into a small howl by the end. He twitched and whined when she pulled out and stroked his back.

“Good job,” she praised and he smiled happily.

Getting up from the bed again she discarded the dildo for cleaning later and laid next to him. “How do you feel?” She stroked his head and scratched behind his ear.

“Hrm, good, very goooood,” he sighed and leaned to kiss her. “Good enough for one last go.” He grinned and she mirrored him.

“Excellent.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and spread her legs.

They needed to completely replace the sheets by the end of the weekend. When Kitty returned she was met with both her parents very happy and snickering way too much. Truly, adults were weird.

#exophilia #monster boyfriend #werewolf #werewolf lover #grapefruit #my writing

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theuniversitychallengereview · 4 years

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UC 49.28-32, QF Mega-Blog

What better thing to do, when forced to stay at home during the outbreak of a global virus that threatens not only millions of peoples lives but the very fabric of society as we know it, than catch up on watching and writing about the quiz show whose previous four episodes you had missed for various reasons, all of which seem frivolous following the outbreak of a global virus that threatens not only millions of peoples lives but the very fabric of society as we know it. Also, I kept seeing that Twitter meme about Shakespeare having written King Lear during the plague quarantine and fancied getting involved.

Its also the only sport of any kind that can be found on TV for love nor money (apart from the Turkish Superlig, which for some reason thinks itself immune). Maybe the Premier League should try out pre-recording like the Challenge, for precisely this kind of situation. Just get Salah, De Bruyne and all the boys together for a few kick-abouts, film a few goals and slide tackles and all that, and keep the footage for a rainy day. Or send a camera round Serena Williams’ gaff, log a couple of serves and forehands, cut it together - BOOM, there’s your Wimbledon final if Greta decides tennis is too carbon-heavy.

All I’m saying is, you’ve never seen University Challenge postponed due to a global virus that threatens not only millions of peoples lives but the very fabric of society as we know it (although, as I write this I’m realising that the recordings of next years show will probably be delayed. Shit)

Episode 28 - Courtauld vs Imperial

Whenever I’ve not written one of these for a while it takes me a while to figure out what the heck it is I’m doing. Like, what do I usually write about? How have I managed to put out 118 of these? Do you reckon Shakespeare felt the same way when he was between plays - would he sit down with his quill and parchment and wonder aloud, ‘What the fuck is an iambic pentameter and how do I find one?’ (If I 1: knew the answer to that question; and 2: could be bothered, then I would have written that question in iambic pentameter, but you should know by now you’re dealing with one lazy blogger).

Anyway, Imperial had blazed aside all before them in the opening two rounds, thanks in no small part to the efforts of mercurial star Brandon, whose laconic style has drawn unfair criticism as arrogance. Thats how it always goes with the social media juries though - if a contestant displays any level of confidence above the bare minimum then they’re too big for their boots. But then if they grin and seem really happy when they get an answer that’ll probably annoy some people too. Almost as if they can’t win and there’s no point playing this game to appease the kind of people who get annoyed at kids on quiz shows.

The Courtauld side fall into the grinning category. They all four of them seem genuinely delighted to be on the show, and even more delighted that they managed to win two matches and make it to the quarter finals - their second round defeat of Glasgow a particularly impressive performance.

Glasgow were a good side, but Imperial are a different gravy, and Courtauld, after a neg on the opening question, seem like rabbits in the headlights (when they should have been at home, the whole country’s on lockdown, dammit Peter!) as Brandon sycthes down question after question, fearful to fall further below zero in case they can’t make it back up again.

For a while it looked as though that might end up being the case, as Imperial pranced into a hundred point lead within six questions, but Haigh finally stopped the rot, and Courtauld would add some respectability over the rest of the episode. In truth, it was clear from that point onwards that the race had been run, and Brandon seemed to relax from thereon out, and his teammates picked up the slack, though that seems like doing them a disservice, as they all seem very accomplished in their own right.

Final Score: Courtauld 75 - 240 Imperial

Episode 29 - Trinity, Cam vs Corpus Christi, Cam

Right, on to the next, and for Ep 29 we had our first Cam-Cam slugfest of the series. There had already been plenty of Ox-Cam derbies of course, you can’t move for them half the time, but no inter-collegiate battles thus far. Whoever won would become the first side to reach the semi-finals, with Trinity having beaten Manchester and Corpus Wolfson in their respective opening quarter final clashes.

Stewart, who doesn’t look like he would be out of place in the Byzantine Empire, gets Corpus off the mark with ‘Byzantine’ (I have basically no idea what this comparison would actually mean, or if it is in fact a sick burn, but I feel like he has an old-timey medieval look about him and felt like this should not go unaddressed. Like, he wouldn’t look strange wearing a tunic, would he?).

Russell and Wang increased the lead before Hughes got Trinity into the game with what looked like a semi-guess on a maths-y starter. Paxman, who clearly enjoys toying with the Corpus captain, then gets Wang for the second match in a row with a double serving of Boomer sarcasm. When Wang rather dejectedly says, ‘Its not Isaac Asimov, is it? No’, the quizmaster further interrogates him as to whether he was giving a question or an answer, much in the way an irritating geography teacher would parrot ‘Of course you can go to the toilet, the question is whether or not you may’. He’s right though, and Corpus gobble up two more bonuses on sci-fi writers.

Another starter went to Stewart, and a first for Gunasekera. Corpus were starting to look comfortable, but a brief flurry from Trinity around the music round looks like it might bring them into contention. But that’s all it was, the briefest of flurries, like that random day in April or October where someone says ‘is it snowing?, and you all look out of the window, but before you can actually work out if it really was snowing or if it was some sort of white rain, its stopped.

Corpus stretch their legs now, and find themselves beyond two hundred points before Trinity turn themselves back on, which they eventually do, building up to a not-disgraceful 80 before the gong.

Final Score: Trinity 80 - 245 Corpus

Episode 30 - Manchester vs Wolfson, Ox

Because I do this on Tumblr, one of the most annoying things about doing this (and I know its dumb), and something that I think might subconsciously play into me not doing these more regularly, is that when I try and add the pictures of the teams to the post it quite often takes ages and sometimes causes the page to freeze so that I can’t save/post it. This problem is exacerbated when there are multiple episodes to get through, which makes it one of those snowballing problems that only gets worse the longer you leave it - like when you put off repying to an email until it becomes almost a monolithic entitiy in your mind.

It only takes a few minutes to fix this - you copy and paste the text and then add the images in a different window (though there is another annoying thing where the hashtags don’t save anyway, so you have to retype the hashtags - and for some reason I always add loads of hashtags, including #JeremyPaxman - which also feels like it takes an epoch) - but its one of those few minute periods that feel like fifteen minutes. So basically, what I’m saying is that I can’t be assed adding the pictures to the post at this point. I might add them later, but for now you’re just getting words, so, so many rambling words.

Manchester are back in the last eight for the first time in donkeys, but they stand on the precipice following a trouncing by Trinity in their QF-opener (I’ve already mentioned this in the last review, which normally wouldn’t matter, but since its directly above this one then it might seem a bit repetitive, but I don’t know if I can rely on your having remembered). Wolfson were likewise (likewise were? Are both okay) baeten by Corpus Christi (which is also referenced above, sorry) so this one was an ELIMINATOR!

Neither side seemed to realise this from the off though (I say though too much don’t I? If I had more time I’d probably edit a few down. But I’m doing a 5-episode mega-post so I don’t, though. Shit. Actually, that one was on purpose winky face) and sort of stumble through the first few questions with some atrocious work on the bonuses.

Green thought he’d pulled a great answer out of the bag to kick start the match, but Fanny Burney Fanny Burnett is not, and Paxo decries the crowd for being amused at how close Green had come (they having let out a collective ‘oooh’, much in the same way their footballing equivalent may have done at a smashed crossbar).

Even Jones, so electric in her previous appearances, was a bit slow off the mark tonight. On one occasion she even overruled her teammates conferred and agreed upon answer at the last moment, giving her own guess which they had dismissed, but fortunately for her they had both been wrong, so she did not look a fool.

Manchester were ahead, but couldn’t get far ahead. Wolfson were within touching distance, but couldn’t touch. Not until the very end that is. Caple took the final starter to draw them level and the gong sounded before th first bonus could be asked. DEADLOCK.

A #DEADLOCKELIMINATOR no less.

Paxman explains that a Neg on this question would hand victory to the other team without them lifting a buzzer-finger. He starts reading, no one buzzes. He continues to read. Everyone continues to not buzz. He carries on r- BUZZ.

Manchester Rogers. Three words left on Paxo’s lips. He better be right. Kaiser Wilhelm. He isn’t. Otto Von Bismarck. An easy mistake to make, says Paxo.

I reckon Wolfson would have picked up the drop anyway, but you can’t be sure.

My fellow UC blog, jacksonlinewritings, says that its the first time a neg has lost a tiebreak since 2002/03.

Final Score: Manchester 125 - 130 Wolfson.

Episode 31 - Durham vs Imperial.

I don’t know if this is the first time I’ve written about the same team twice in one post before, but it may well be. Either way, you can (and probably already have) read everything I had to say about Imperial Brandon, my favourite contestant this series, further up this very page, so I don’t need to reiterate.

Durham’s Tams beats him to what I thought was a relatively easy starter on the Magna Carta (just spent a few minutes trying to come up with another word to rhyme with carta, thought it would be easy, but it was a bit harda). He gets the next one though (though) and his Captain Rich the third to give them the lead. Their opponents proved a tougher nut to crack than Courtauld though (though, and I’m not doing this on purpose. I’m just not removing them when I probably should be. They’re all coming up naturally. This is just how much I apparently use the word. If there are any others then please let me know) and cling on whenever Brandon threatens to zoom away.

Please forgive me for going on about Brandon, by the way. He’s just (I think ‘just’ is probably one, and probably ‘probably’ too) so captivating to watch. There were several times in this episode when I stopped watching the whole screen during a starter and focussed on him, expecting him to buzz in, which he duly did. Especially on the starters which are that bit more important, when Durham were (I need to do something about my tenses too, they’re all over the shop) threatening to make a comeback, you could feel certain that he was going to get it.

When the game has been won, he relaxes, so his personal scores haven’t been as high as those of others in past series, but he hasn’t needed to get more than he has done, so why would he bother? I expect if a team were to push Imperial close over a whole match then he’d easily post double figures.

Imperial join Corpus Christi in the semis. Durham live to fight another day.

Final Score: Durham 115 - 185 Imperial

Episode 32 - Jesus, Ox vs Courtauld

Phew! I’ve never written four in a night before. That was quite something. Wait, whats that, I have another one to go? Okay, lets do this - an advance warning, this one will probably (probably! Why do I feel the need to never be absolute about anything. I know for certain that this will be very short, so why must I try and placate some imaginary reader who might scold me for its being so?) be very short.

So, another ELIMINATOR. Courtauld were my favourite team of the series, but I harboured little hope for them, after such a crushing defeat by Imperial last time out, and Jesus were quick to crush what little I had left. Lucy Clarke, who absolutely relishes a buzz on the opening starter of a match, came in with an early buzz, as is her wont, and fortunately for the Oxonians she was right this time. She got the next one too, and Jesus were 45 up.

Three in a row for Courtauld captain Prance, who looks shocked every time he gets a starter correct, despite the fact that when he got the third of this hat-trick, he had quite clearly proved to himself that he knows how to answer starter questions by the fact that (the fact that Ducks, Newburyport) he had got the previous two. They were ahead now. Dare I dream?

No, I daren’t. Jesus quickly stole it back, and did not let it go. Courtauld stayed fairly close, but could never again broach the gap, struggling on the bonus questions whenever they got in. Perhaps on another night they might have stood a better chance (with a bonus set on collage art, which Paxman reckoned they would have knocked out of the park, going to Jesus), but tonight (its not tonight at all is it, not for me and not for you) was not their night.

And breathe...

Final Score: Jesus, Ox 135 - 90 Courtauld

If you’ve stuck with me through all of this, I’m frankly amazed. Thank you, and if you need something to do during self-isolation, there are like 6 whole series of the Challenge on YouTube. I haven’t reviewed them all, but thats probably for the best though.

#university challenge #bbc2 #manchester #jesus #oxford #wolfson #cambridge #corpus christi #durham #imperial #london #trinity #Courtauld #Jeremy Paxman

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raptorginger · 6 years

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Samhain: Chapter 1 - Yule

for @reysexualkylo

Prologue here

Rey huffed and grunted as she tried to push her shovel through the wet, heavy snow in her driveway. The plastic blade made horrible grinding sounds as she pushed and pushed before it caught on a patch of thick ice frozen to the asphalt.

“Fucking bullshit,” she snarled as she gave the stubborn wet mess a particularly hard shove with the blade. She was rewarded by being thrown off balance and falling hard on her ass.

“Fuck!” she swore as she felt the cold wet snow seep through her jeans. She pulled herself up using the shovel for balance, dusting the grit off the bottom edge of her coat and jeans. Rey stuck the blade of the shovel into the nearby snowbank and stomped off, her heavy boots clomping and thunking as she wound her way through her messy garage and into her warm house.

Bracing herself with one hand on the counter in her mud room, she toed off her soaked boots and placed them on the plastic mat to drain and dry and shrugged off her heavy winter coat that was maybe two sizes too big and threw it in the mess sink. The dryer had finished its cycle in the time she’d been outside, and Rey silently thanked whatever gods were out there that it had. She tugged open the small door, the dry warmth and the smell of Bounce wafting out, and grabbed the clothes and threw them into her white plastic basket. She carried the load on her hip as she made her way through her small galley kitchen and into her living room, tossing the basket on the couch. She rooted around the warm clothes until she found a pair of wool socks, her favorite black sweatpants, and a blue long sleeve t-shirt. She grabbed a pair of underwear as well and headed to the bathroom, figuring what the hell, might as well change my skivvies too.

Rey shed her cold damp clothes quickly and tugged on the warm ones, sighing contentedly. She tugged her brush roughly through her chestnut hair, currently wet and tangled from the snow and the hat she wore to keep her ears warm. Her freckled cheeks and nose were flushed from the cold, her hazel eyes looking greener against the bright red. She went back into her kitchen and flipped on her electric kettle to make a mug of tea, setting out her largest cup and tearing open a bag of English Breakfast with her teeth. She was folding her clothes and listening to a comedy special on Netflix when her doorbell rang. She let out a huff, paused the TV, and went to the door. Standing on her tiptoes to peer through the peephole, she saw her old neighbor Luke standing on her porch. She smiled and threw the door open. Luke was always out east helping his sister Leia with one thing or another, but he always made it a point to stop in and see Rey when he got back.

“Luke! What a surprise!” Rey exclaimed after she’d shuffled him inside and taken his coat.

“Hey kid. Snow giving you some trouble?” Luke asked jovially.

Rey laughed. “Yeah, a little. How was your sister’s?”

Rey’s smile faded when she saw Luke’s clear blue eyes darken with some heavy sadness. His jovial tone didn’t change, however, as he replied, “Oh great! Managed to get some things...done.”

Rey figured she must have been imagining the darkness in his eyes. “Well, come on in! Have a seat! Want some tea?” she offered as the kettle whistled.

“Tea’d be great, Rey, thanks!”

Rey got down another mug and tore open another tea bag and set about fixing their brews. She set a box of day old pastries down on the table in front of Luke and set their mugs down, giving the tea bags a few dunks before extracting them from the hot water and setting them on a small plate. Was it her imagination again, or did Luke look older? She noticed he winced as he lifted his mug off the table, as if his side hurt.

“Everything okay?” she asked with some concern.

Luke cleared his throat, having taken too large a sip of hot tea. “Yeah yeah, just getting old,” he replied, giving her a self-deprecating smile. “Can’t do as many things as I used to.”

Rey smiled sympathetically as she sipped her tea. Her eyes widened when she saw a vicious gash across the back of his hand as he reached for a ginger molasses cookie. “Jesus, Luke! What the hell happened to your hand?”

Luke quickly dropped the cookie and hid his hand in his lap beneath the table. “Uhh, broken glass.”

Rey harrumphed. It wasn’t her imagination. He was hiding something. Luke was staring into his tea and she stared at him. She felt herself slipping into middle distance, almost like she was trying to look into the space between spaces. A fuzzy picture came to her mind. A forest in the dead of winter. The grey wood of the trees. A thick layer of brown leaves coating the ground. A vast glassy lake with a few patches of thin frosty ice. Three hooded figures dashing through the woods, cloaks fluttering and rippling as they ran. A short figure in greyish purple. A tall figure in navy blue, somewhat hunched. A tall figure, broader than the other, in all black. They held different weapons. The small figure, a silver pistol. The medium figure, a shotgun. The tall figure, a massive greatsword. The sword was covered in some kind of black liquid. They were chasing...something. Rey couldn’t tell. She could hear a strange otherworldly chittering ahead, and she shivered.

Rey froze when the figure in black stopped and turned, looking through her. His face was hidden beneath his black hood and wrapped in a black mask below his eyes, but those eyes were a warm dark whiskey brown. They widened in surprise as he looked at her. At her, not through her, Rey realized with surprise. She felt a warmth spread through her limbs, her fingers tingling pleasantly.

“Rey?” Luke called. He sounded so far away. The vision faded from Rey’s mind.

Rey shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on. That was...odd. It was like the dreams she’d been having at night, but during the day this time. And when she was awake. None of the figures had ever looked at her before. Luke was watching her, his expression carefully blank. She smiled weakly.

“Sorry, got lost in a daydream for a second there,” she said with an apologetic shrug.

Luke coughed and scratched his temple. “Right. Daydream. Yeah. Look, I better get going. Need to...unpack. Thanks for the tea, kid.” He stood abruptly and grabbed his coat from the nearby chair where Rey had thrown it.

Rey followed Luke to the door, still feeling like there was something he wasn’t telling her. Something that she was missing.

“Hey, let me know if you need help with anything. You are getting older,” Rey said with a smile, trying to bring the mood back to the jovial one they’d had when Luke walked in.

“Yeah, I will,” Luke replied cryptically, tugging on his coat and walking out the door. Rey watched him jog the length of her walk, closing her front door with a quiet snap when he’d dashed out of sight.

“What the hell?” Rey muttered to herself as she walked back to her living room in a sort of daze. Luke had been weird. Well, weirder than normal. He lived like a hermit in their little neighborhood, so a little bit of weird was not unusual from him. But this was something else.

Rey folded the rest of her clean laundry distractedly and put the neat stacks back in the basket to carry to her room later. At the moment, she felt strangely exhausted. Probably from the damn shoveling, Rey thought. She flopped on her couch and turned Netflix back on, switching from the comedy special to one of the Jurassic Parks. She tugged her favorite blanket over her, rolling a couple of times so it was tucked under her, creating a warm woolen cocoon. She snuggled into the soft throw pillow and closed her eyes, sleep taking her before she could hear Mr. Muldoon cry out “Shoot her!!!”

***

Rey felt herself flying over valleys, mountains, and glens. Over cities and farms. Straight to the heart of an ancient forest. She landed with a hard ‘thud’, throwing dead leaves and dirt up around her with the force of her landing. Strangely enough, nothing hurt, despite the landing. She wasn’t cold either, despite the fact that it was the middle of winter and she still appeared to be in her socks and lazy clothes. She rose cautiously, looking around. Something felt...off about this place. Not quite right. Rey saw nothing and no one around her, save for trees bereft of their leaves. Naked branches stretched towards the sky like claws. A gentle snow was falling, soft fat flakes landing on and around her. Rey stepped forward cautiously, looking this way and that like a scared rabbit. She heard a gentle feminine voice whispering through the trees, and she turned her head abruptly in the direction of the sound, following it with ginger steps. After walking a few paces, the voice suddenly fell silent. Rey inhaled sharply and held her breath. The whole forest had seemed to fall silent. She looked around and still saw nothing.

She was about to take another step forward when her toe nudged something. Looking down, she saw a scabbard partially obscured by dead leaves and snow. Rey crouched down and dusted the detritus off the weapon, plucking it from the ground and looking it over curiously. Grasping the ivory handle just above the silver hilt with one hand and holding the scabbard with the other, she gave a tug. The weapon came out easily, and Rey’s mouth dropped open as she regarded the blade. It was a beautiful weapon. An elegantly curved long sword, forged from glimmering steel, sparkled in the winter sun. If Rey didn’t know better, she’d think it was silver. But no one made weapons from silver. Delicate filigree was carved near the handle, and Rey ran her fingers over it gently. She stood and gave it a few experimental swings, finding the weapon incredibly well balanced in her hand. Holding it out, Rey realized it seemed to glow, radiating a faint blue light. Must be a trick of the light, she mused, tucking the blade back in its scabbard.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a deep voice whispered from somewhere behind her.

Rey screamed as she whirled around, catching a glimpse of a tall figure in a black cloak, hood up and the hem dusted with dirt and snow before she woke up on her couch with a violent start. She was off balance and fell on the floor, tangled in her blanket. She struggled and thrashed, finally freeing herself. She scrambled to her feet, reaching for a sword that wasn’t there and looking around for the man in black. She swore she heard a laugh somewhere.

She was home. She was alone. She’d never felt so alone. She felt a strange tug in her head.

“You’re not alone,” she heard the deep voice whisper, as if the man it belonged to was still nearby.

She screamed again and again and held the sides of her head until she felt the voice disappear.

What THE FUCK was that?!

***

Luke sighed and watched the flames dance in his fireplace. His hot toddy sat beside him on a small table, untouched. Something was troubling him. He needed to know if it was her. He’d moved here firm in that belief, and her episode today over tea had reinforced that belief. He closed his eyes and focused. He could sense the girl, Rey, next door. Her emotions were in tumult. She was terrified. She had dreamed of the forest. Well, not dreamed. Luke knew she had projected herself to the forest without meaning to. Had...Luke furrowed his brows in concentration. Holy hell. She’d found the sword. And then...Luke followed the feeling with his mind. Something had frightened her. Startled her out of the projection. Luke groaned and rubbed his eyes. His idiot nephew had scared her. Dammit, Ben...Wait a minute what’s this? Luke followed a different thread in Rey’s mind, tenuous and winding though it was. It was attached to something. Someone. He gave it a tug. He felt someone tug back.

“Uncle Luke?” he heard Ben ask in confusion. “What are you doing in my head? Also, rude!”

Luke’s eyes shot open, severing his connection to Rey’s mind. And, apparently, to Ben’s.

“Shit!” he shouted with excitement as he raced for his phone, his fingers shaking as he dialed the only number he had committed to memory. He didn’t think this would happen in his lifetime...

He waited impatiently while the phone rang. Finally, he heard his twin’s distinctive and commanding voice. “Luke?”

“Leia. It’ definitely her. The girl, Rey. And…,” Luke hesitated, unsure of how his sister would take the news. “It’s him. It’s Ben. It has to be.”

“I KNEW IT!” Leia shrieked on the other end of the phone, so loud Luke had to hold the receiver away from his ear. He hung up when she started calling for Han.

Luke tented his fingers and sat back in his ancient leather armchair, the blood red leather groaning as he shifted.

What the hell do I do now? How do you tell a twenty-something mechanic that they’re the key to defeating ancient Abyssal evil? And that you need to introduce them to your hot-headed nephew?

#reylo #reylo fanfiction #modern au #rey #kylo ren #ben solo #rey x ben solo #good vs evil #witches #warlocks #haunted woods feels #the balance #reylo au

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surveys-at-your-service · 6 years

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Survey #162

“in catholic school, vicious as roman rule, i got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black, and i held my tongue as she told me, ‘son, fear is the heart of love,’ so i never went back.”

Has a rainy day ever ruined your plans? I'm guessing at some point. Do you think you could survive a month of solitary confinement? HAHAHAHA NO I'd lose my fucking mind. What is something that you find utterly boring? TV in most cases. It's honestly really difficult for me to get into shows and be consistently entertained by them. What noise/sound can put you to sleep? Rain. When you are upset, do you tend to shut others out? It depends. Sometimes I seek comfort in others, other times I isolate. When was the last time you felt abandoned by someone? Recently. Does the sight of blood gross you out? Nope. Do you like red roses, or do you prefer another color? No preference, really. What is something you like to eat that is red? Strawberries. Have you ever gone through a red light? No. Do you fail to stop for stop signs, sometimes? No. When was the last time you were near the ocean? A couple months ago. What is your favorite eye color in the opposite sex? Bright blue. During which year of your life were you the most unhappy? 2016 was born of Satan himself. Have you ever seen a bluejay in person? Yeah, but now they give me a somewhat uncomfortable vibe, all the while thinking they're beautiful. Jason's nickname was "J Bird" by his father, and I collected feathers when I found them outside. Have you ever consumed a blue-colored drink? Mountain Dew Voltage is actually holy water. Is there anything you recycle, or should recycle? Ugh, we did recycle cans, but don't now. Mom got tired of going to do it. However, we do keep plastic bags for cleaning up a mess the dogs might make, and I also use it when changing Roman's litter. Do you like leaves better in the summer/spring, or in the fall? Is ANYONE going to answer with other than fall??? What is your favorite aspect of life? Just. Experiencing it, experiencing the emotions, feeling alive and real and valid even with how incredibly fleeting we are in the eternal universe. I really can't stand nihilism. Like make a DIFFERENCE, because enough of those change the world. When was the last time you were purposely amongst nature? Not since going out on that walk like... forever ago. I can't do this heat, but here, I don't really. Have anywhere to go. What do you think of global warming & the greenhouse effect? If you don't believe in them, honestly, just don't talk to me. Do you typically like green-colored candies? Yessss, apple-flavored. <3 Who is the most energetic and happy person you know of? Hmmm, that I personally know? I'm not sure. Who makes you smile the most often? Sara and Mark can do it at a snap of the finger. Magicians. How do you express your happiness? I become very vocally affectionate and obsessively express love for others, care more than ever at cheering others up, and I smile, laugh, and talk more. Has someone helped you out in a big way, recently? I don't know about /big/ way recently. Do you like to sing? I think I'm starting to??? I don't like my voice, but. It feels good to do. Where is somewhere that holds fond memories for you? This fishing spot deep in the woods that Dad and I would go to a lot to catch mostly striper. I loved that it was in the core of nature. Sometimes I would just stop fishing to explore. Do you like to watch the setting/rising sun? Always when I get the opportunity. Do you know of anyone who is going down the wrong track? Shit, most people I know. Most people I was friends with. Have you ever encountered a black widow? I believe so? Pretty positive at least once. They're so pretty to me, buuut not touchin'. What scares you, more than anything else? Losing those that mean most to me. I fear them leaving me in life by choice more than them dying, possibly. If there was no afterlife, could you handle it? Uh, I have to???? I wouldn't be aware of anything????? When in life did you feel the most care-free? Obviously as a child. Are you well-hydrated? Do you like water? Technically, no. I drink about two bottles a day I'd say, but that's not actually enough. I'm not a big fan of water, but. I do it for my health. Has an animal ever peed on you? Lol Venus did once when she was chilling on me for a long time, and some rodents I've had probably have. What would make a cool substitute color for the sun? Let her be p i n k. Which do you prefer: purple or pink? Can you guess??? What is your favorite color of the sunset/sunrise? *screams in pink* Is purple a good color for a car? Yaaaas. Do you prefer green or purple/red grapes? Purple. The green ones usually aren't firm enough for my taste. What color is your birthstone? Purple. Do you prefer hardly toasted at all or burnt toast? Barely toasted. Do you prefer guitar or piano music? Guitar if it's electric, but otherwise usually piano. Have your parents ever suspected something untrue about you? I don't believe so. Have you ever wished you’d been born someplace else? Yup. I'd far rather prefer to have not been born here. Have you ever had, or wanted, a pet ferret? Wanted. What’s a habit you find gross? Smoking. What’s the worst tattoo you’ve ever seen? This girl got her boyfriend's name a c r o s s h e r f a c e. What’s your favorite name ever? Alessandra. Think of how you used to be 3 years ago: how do you feel about who you were back then? Depressed as fuck. What’s the strangest fortune you’ve ever gotten from a fortune cookie? None come to mind. Do people ever force you to eat? Biiiitch you ain't gotta force me lmao. Is there a TV show you’ve wanted to start watching but never gotten around to? When I actually watched TV, uh... I'm not sure. When’s the last time you felt pressured to do something you didn’t really want to do? Not sure. Who was the last person to mess with your feelings? Mini. When was the last time you were in denial about something? What about? Boy, so many "I dunno"-type answers lol. I'm not really one for denial. Is there any certain style of architecture you really enjoy? GOTHIC. What was the last thing you gave up on? Colleen. 110% done with her ass. How easy is it for you to talk to someone else about your feelings? IT'S HARD. If you watch Parks and Recreation, who is your favorite character? Don't watch. Do you like watching documentaries? About animals, yes. What’s the last DIY project you did, if any? If you can’t remember, what’s something you’d be interested in doing? I've never done one. I suppose I'd like some Halloween ones I've seen. When’s the last time you had a problem that nobody could help you with? Recently. Friendship stuff. Do you have any siblings you absolutely despise? Why do you despise them? No. How many times a week do you shower? Is this a healthy thing for you? Four, usually. It's good for me. How many times a day do you eat a full meal? Is this a healthy thing to you? Like... maybe only once. Or none. What’s your favorite movie? Why do you like this movie so much? The Lion King. Who doesn't love it??? What’s your favorite genre of movies? Why is this? Horror. They just give me adrenaline, and I think about what if that actually happened. How many times a day do you say I love you? Who to usually? Always before bed to Sara. Sometimes multiple times a day to her. Always to Mom if she's leaving to go somewhere for a while. Do you prefer hoodies or jackets? Why do you prefer this choice? Hoodies. Just more comfy to me. Have you ever contemplated suicide before? Ever attempted it before? Contemplated a million times. Attempted once. Do knives scare you? Is it from watching scary movies? Yes, and no. They have horrifying potential to cause serious pain and warrant torture. Then I was running to slit my throat the night of the breakup, but Mom had to physically stop me, so I'm just. Uncomfortable around them. What would you consider to be the worst television channel out there? MTV. Have you ever had anyone drop off animals at your house and what kind? No. Do you remember when some of the Walmarts had a McDonald’s in them? Both the two in my area still do. When was the last time you were stung by a bee and what kind was it? Early spring, maybe? It was a bumblebee. Do you know anyone personally who had their house burn down before? Yes. Do you think the media can further manipulate our teenagers anymore? HAHAHAHA IT'LL NEVER END. Have you ever had someone sympathetically lie to make you feel better? Probably. Do you know anyone who has their septum pierced and does it look painful? Yes, and for me personally, yes, because I have thick cartilage. Has anyone ever kissed you in the rain and did it seem romantic at the time? Yeah, and I guess. When was the last time you listened to a genre of you music you despise? A couple days ago in the car. "IDFC" by Blackbear came on and I love that song okay. Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? No. Does your ex still think about you? Probably not. Honestly, who is the last person to tell you that they love you? Sara. Have you ever made out for more than a half hour straight? More like literally all night with a few pauses. What color was the last swimsuit you wore? Black. Have you ever been to an auto show? When I was very young because our family friend invited us to one. I was too young to stay home alone. Do you know anyone who still doesn’t have a smart phone? Maybe. Have you ever been on a cruise? No. Have you ever had an x-ray? Yes. What is your favorite Thanksgiving food? Honey ham, but I can't eat it anymore. What letter does your surname begin with? "D." Did you have a New Years kiss this year? No. Do you prefer to eat carrots raw or cooked? I hate carrots so much. What was the first video game you remember playing? Spyro. What is your favorite flavor of Skittles? Red. Have you ever met a famous political figure? No. What’s your go-to website when you’re really bored? I guess Facebook if it's been some hours since I looked. What is your favorite chocolate bar? The Reeses one made of little rectangles. But if you mean like, a *traditional* bar, Milky Way. What is your least favorite Sour Patch Kids color? Orange. Have you ever seen the movie Matilda? Yesss, adore it. Are you allergic to nuts or diary products? No. Do you have trust issues? "Pistanthrophobia: fear of trusting people due to past experience and relationships gone wrong." Do you think age matters in relationships? In romantic ones, yes it does if one is a juvenile. I can't find anything morally wrong with adults and big gaps, but they creep me out regardless. Has anyone ever called the cops on you? No. Have you ever had your nails so long that they curved down at the ends?  Omg no. Do you always wear flip flops no matter what the weather is? Is this??????? A direct attack????????? Has anyone ever told you that you have pretty feet? No, but it'd creep me the fuck out. If you don’t have one already, would you consider getting an iPhone? I want one. Who would you consider your favorite stand-up comedian? Living, not sure. Actually, probably Gabriel Iglesias. Would you say you’re too experienced or too inexperienced for your age? The latter. What is your favorite neon color? Ever buy nail polish that color? Pink. I don't paint my nails. Has anyone ever mistaken you to be a member of the opposite sex? No. Would you ever consider yourself over-dramatic? Not usually, but I can be. How often do you text people? Who do you text the most? Everyday, and Sara. What would you consider your second choice as a dream career? I really don't know. Both my dream jobs aren't obtainable for me, but uh. I guess something involving art. What is the longest amount of time you’ve played video games consecutively? Ha, definitely when a new WoW expansion came out. Can't remember if I played WoD or Legion longer in one go. Do you ever use cheats when you play video games? The kind that makes shit easier, no. Aesthetic changes, sure. Does your family go 'all out’ during the holidays? No. What’s your favorite kind of lunch meat to put on a sandwich? Ham, when I ate meat. When will you next see the person you love or are in love with? OCTOBER 3RD. Do you have anything that’s limited edition?  Maybe? How well can you handle vulgar things (i.e. gore, disturbing images, etc)?  I have a pretty high tolerance. But not so much at like disgusting medical issues. Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex? I'm most likely marrying a girl. And I'm a girl, so. Who was the last male you hung out with? My dad! Who is your favorite person to text? Sara. She texts just like she talks, so I actually have interesting and more "real" conversations with her. What’s one nickname your family calls you? Just "Britt," really. Has anyone ever mistaken you for being gay/lesbian/bi? I had a therapist once who thought I was gay in middle school, so before I realized I was bi. Explain why you last threw up? A medicine I was on REALLY didn't like me. Ever kissed your best friend's significant other? That would be me. :'D But if you don't count Sara, no. Everyone deserves a second chance, right? Nooope. Would you ever want to ride in a canoe? I'd love to!!! Gay marriage: love is love or a horrible stand against God? Fuck any "loving" god who thinks consensual, sincere love is evil. Honestly. I will never be able to fathom how I was once against it. Do people tell you that you have an accent? No. Have you ever had an eating disorder? No. Do you prefer road trips or traveling on an airplane? Road triiiips! Do you enjoy tanning? Not at all. Have you ever seen The Breakfast Club and what’s your opinion of it? I didn't get the hype at all. Have you ever touched a dead body? Dead pets. Which of the seven deadly sins do you commit the most? Sloth. Did you have a Furby when you were younger? Yes. Demonic creatures. What part of your body are you self-conscious about? Everything???? But my stomach more than anything. Have you ever made out on a couch? Yeah. Have you ever been drunk at school or work? Nah. Have you finished school yet? I'm resuming college in January. What is your favorite kind of fruit juice? Mango and peach. Have you ever used a muscle stimulator before? Did it hurt? No. Have you ever done anything dangerous enough to have risked your life? Overdosing. Other things that we don't really think about too, like driving. Do you consider yourself egotistical? Do people call you egotistical? Not at all. I don't think anyone has? What gives you anxiety? So much, but I'll try to list those I can think of. Socializing (especially with those I don't know well), deciding the appropriate amount of eye contact when talking, making phone calls, driving, public speaking, being beside 18-wheelers, talking about things I'm really really passionate about, asking for things, awkward silences, answering the door for anyone (like when pizza is delivered and such), most men making even the slightest move that could be seen as flirting, and the list goes on and on. Could you ever be a medical guinea pig? Fuck that. Whats your favorite letter of the alphabet? "Z," maybe. Or "x." Whats your favorite Disney movie? TLK. "Finding Nemo" is right behind it. Have you ever handled a snake? Plenty of times. Could you ever be a living organ donor? For my mom, Dad, Sara, or my sisters, yes. Mom only has one kidney so I'd give up one of mine in a heartbeat if the last one was going. Have you ever contemplated suing someone? No. Have you ever drawn on a sleeping or inebriated person? No. Is it acceptable or unacceptable to smack a child as form of discipline? Fuck no. What’s your favorite way to dress? I feel most like myself in a gothic or metalhead look. What movie/game/etc. helps you calm down? My best bet of calming down via media is watch Mark. Probably go to old favorites. No movie is guaranteed to help me. Playing Silent Hill can soothe me, though. Ironically. Primarily the second. I think its the subtle ambiance and the steady footsteps that just relax me a bit. BUT SH2 also has my favorite soundtrack, so the actual music in it just does it for me. Do you believe in auras? I think I might? The concept is very interesting and some people really are talented at picking up the vibes of others. Animals are especially talented at that. What instrument do you wish you could master? Guitar. What do you put on hotdogs? When I ate them, ketchup and mustard. Do you have an unpopular opinion? What is it? Guacamole is fucking disgusting. Have you ever legitimately saved a person's life? No. What's your favorite book genre? Tbh, if I was to start reading again, I almost feel like it'd be something like teen/young adult romance???? Or fantasy, idk. Actually why not both. Do dogs like you? No joke, I've never had a dog be wary of me for more than a minute or so when first meeting me, rarely even that. Even when I go to others' houses and they have a usually uncertain dog, it's always pointed out that it's strange how (s)he takes to me so quickly.

#survey #quiz #questions #random

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ikesenlemonadestandstories · 6 years

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Modern AU - Messy Bun, Ready For Fun

What is the up peoples? I hope everyone has been having a decent week. Here for your viewing pleasure is the next installment of my Modern AU. Thanks for stopping by my random corner of the internet! Enjoy :)

*Got a question about POV earlier so I thought I would attempt to assist in the reading experience. For this AU I’ve been exclusively starting from ‘his’ POV, it rotates back and forth between that same guys and you for the entirety of the installment. (Everything in his POV is first person (I/we) while you are in second person (you).) I hope this helps some!!! As always YN= your name NN=nickname.

Feel free to send any questions you may have my way! The box is always open and (if you couldn’t tell) I enjoy conversation. :) Story under the cut for organizational purposes and because I talked to much up here this time!

Giving a holler to @little-mini-me-world please enjoy the read!

(YUKIMURA)

It was the end of August and we had been in the future for just over three weeks. Thanks to the rainy season we were caught in an aggressive downpour that had taken up the past eight days. Today was our first dry afternoon so (YN) had been making trips to the store on her bike. She seemed to be stocking up for something, but I couldn’t be sure. The click of the door and the rustle of grocery bags let us know Sasuke and (YN) were back.

Originally Sasuke hadn’t wanted to leave Shingen, Kenshin, and myself alone with the Oda forces with only Mai to mediate, but the last time (YN) and Masamune went shopping alone a few weeks ago the food they came back with didn’t fit in the refrigerator…

“Hey dummy...watch what you’re doing. If you drop it all on the floor you’ll have to go back again. Though I’m not really sure you needed to go in the first place. There’s still plenty of food.”

She smiled as I handed her the bag of rice that had been falling from her arms.

“Thanks for the help Yuki! We’re stocking up for the storm, I’ve got one more trip and we should finally be finished.”

She had picked up calling me Yuki from Shingen and Sasuke and no amount of complaining seemed to get her to stop. All I could do was grimace and move on since Hideyoshi had started talking to her.

“You keep mentioning a storm but the weather outside is fine enough. It’s gray and sticky but that alone doesn’t warrant weather dangerous enough to consider stockpiling food.”

As much as I hated to admit it he was right, it was downright gross outside, and we had taken to swimming in the pool during that day since it wasn’t thundering. Over the past few weeks Sasuke had been taking us to a few of the major points of interest in Kamakura, but it was usually too muggy outside to get more than one sight-seeing opportunity done at a time.

Walking to the TV she turned it on and clicked through a couple of stations. There was a man standing in front of a map with a giant white swirling mass moving for land. Silence, then she laughed at us.

“You guys probably haven’t seen what Japan actually looks like on a map, but there she is.”

She was pointing at the landmass on the television. Is that really it? It’s smaller than I imagined it would be.

My train of thought was broken by her continued explanation.

“This is the weather channel...Sasuke have you not showed them this yet?”

He turned to her after putting the carrots in the fridge.

“No, I didn’t think it was necessary since I was checking the weather myself.”

She looked dumbfounded I guess it didn’t occur to her we wouldn’t have been shown this already. I decided to speak up. Maybe she’d explain it then.

“If you leave your mouth open like that you’ll catch bugs...What does this have to do with stocking up on food?”

Snapping her mouth shut, her forehead crinkled as she turned, looking at me with doe eyes.

“Oh, well, like I said earlier, this is the weather channel. They use all kinds of science and luck to predict what’s going to happen outside.”

“Luck?” Mitsuhide verbalized our confusion to which Mai laughed. Apparently something about that was funny?

“Ah well they have all sorts of...equipment...to get moving pictures of the weather. They use math, science, and models to infer what it’s going to do...but since the algorithms are just helping them get predictions it usually takes a bit of luck to get it correct.”

She was pointing at the screen again.

“This moving photo of sorts is called radar. They use it to tell us what there calculations have forecast. It’s simultaneously more and less accurate than a rain dance or intuition. Hells why is this so hard to explain.”

I couldn’t help myself, I laughed. Her face was cute trying to figure out how to describe yet another future thing to us. It looked like it did the night she tried to rationalize light bulbs and electricity.

“We believe you weirdo, don’t hurt yourself thinking too hard.”

“Yuki! That is not how you talk to a lady!”

“Oh yea? It’s better than how you talk to ladies Shingen.”

…

The usual bickering between Yukimura and Shingen had picked up right in the middle of your crap explanation of the weather channel. Giving up, you meandered back over to the kitchen to help Sasuke put food away, when he leaned over.

“That’s precisely why I didn’t show them the weather channel.”

“Oh? You were afraid of Yuki and Shingen arguing? It had nothing to do with you not wanting to explain it after the light bulb fiasco?”

You could tell by the look on his face he was formulating a rebuttal and you needed to shut that down fast, otherwise you would never be able to make one last trip to the store. Yelling from your place in the kitchen.

“All you boys need to know is that the multicolored swirling blob of doom is a big ass storm, and it’s headed our way. We definitely aren’t going outside for at least two days so we may as well have enough food.”

Sasuke expelled air from his nose loud enough that you could tell that your comment had garnered a laugh and successfully ended the discussion.

“That is the least eloquent way you could have put that...multicolored blob? Doom? Really?”

“Really. You should be thanking me, I could have used the word kaleidoscopic but didn’t see that ending any better differently.”

“Ah, yes, how gracious of you....”

“Well aren’t you sassy today.” With a slight eye roll he walked away from you to finish explaining the new can of worms you had opened.

Since this final trip to the store was for snacky foods you had decided to go by yourself. That way ‘if you couldn’t fit it in your backpack you shouldn’t be getting it’...a good control mechanism really. It was going to be interesting. It was ‘only’ a category one. If you consider 125 km/hour winds a good use of the word ‘only. This wasn’t your first rodeo and it would be unfair to assume they had never experienced storms like this in the Sengoku...honestly they had probably experienced or seen worse just based on how much building code has changed since then. The beach house you were in was fully equipped for both typhoons and earthquakes so it was a no brainer that you’d stay there, but out of consideration for everyone’s safety, nobody was going to be able to sleep in the loft...so night time arrangements were going to get interesting.

It wasn’t until a store worker approached and started speaking in broken English that you realised you probably looked like a confused tourist trying to figure out which chips were the safest to eat. Bowing in apology you grabbed the last of your groceries, paid, and exited the store, making a mental list of all of the prep you were going to have to do before Sunday when the storm was supposed to make landfall.

…

We had been busy helping (YN) get things ready for when the storm was supposed to hit. Stacking all the chairs outside and putting them in the storage room near the back of the house, along with all of the other pool equipment and patio furniture. You could see other houses starting to put up shutters on the windows around town, while ours and a few others didn’t seem to have them.

“Hey! Should I be concerned we only put wood on one of the windows?”

“Oh, not really. When my parents built the house they put in hurricane glass and storm doors everywhere. The only thing I have to cover is this window in the loft...”

“Ok...but what does a hurricane have to do with a typhoon?”

She laughed and Sasuke cut in.

“You’ll have to forgive her. In the country she’s from they call typhoons ‘hurricanes.’ So she was saying the house has already been fortified for the storm.”

“Fair. Sasuke tell me if I’m wrong, but does what she just said mean that everything is safe except where we’re sleeping?”

“Correct.”

“That’s not reassuring at all…”

(YN) jumped down from the ladder she was on, landing just a ways off from us. She jogged over.

“To be fair, you didn’t ask him to reassure you. Just answer your questions”

Man, these two are exasperating. It’s like they’re trying to make my life more difficult. (YN) had somehow managed to make Sasuke emote, apparently he found what she just said funny. I’m convinced she’s using some sort of futuristic witchcraft on him.

“Fine, then can I get some reassurance?”

Both turning to me in unison.

“Probably not.”

The next morning had started off beautifully, the sky was a bright and clear blue, but as the hours passed it grew progressively cloudy, tinting everything a dull slate gray. The air was so thick I was pretty sure I could cut it with a knife, and the calm ocean breeze I was enjoying this morning had progressed into more of a vengeful gust. The only real positive was that when (YN) came back from practice in the evening her hair was hysterical. As she passed down the hall Masamune roared with laughter at the site of her and I couldn’t hold my comment in anymore.

“What happened to you? Your hair is ridiculous...ever heard of a comb?”

She deadpanned. Crap.

“Couldn’t help it...the wind demanded a sacrifice and who am I to deny it?”

What the hell? How am I even supposed to reply to that. I was starting to get flustered, and it didn’t help that Mitsuhide and Masamune were basically rolling on the floor at her response. I tried to hide my frustration with a huff.

“Weirdo…”

All she did was smile.

“Yea, well this weirdo is going to take a shower. Have you guys moved your futons yet?”

The new sleeping arrangement wasn’t ideal but at least it was only for a day or so. Hideyoshi would be moving into the room with Nobunaga and Mai, using the futon in there, I was switching into the space Hideyoshi had been utilizing in the large tatami room, while Sasuke, Shingen and Kenshin were sleeping in (YN)’s room. Shingen would put his futon on the other side of the couch, while Sasuke and Kenshin were going to try to share the pull out bed. Try, being the optimal word. Definitely happy I’m not in there to deal with that.

Dinner had been quick and for how the trees seemed to be bending outside it was eerily quiet. I was amazed you couldn’t hear the wind whistling like I was used to in the structures from our time. Everyone was moving about at their own pace but the lights flickered, shutting off briefly before buzzing to life again, giving up on the night the group of us made for the bedrooms. Guess we would just sleep through this thing.

…

The storm was sticking around much longer than predicted and everyone was starting to get a little stir crazy. It had been about four days since anyone had left the house, even you couldn’t get out to make your practices. Fortunately you had enough equipment to workout from home so you weren’t missing too much.

You had just stepped out of the shower. Clean, dressed, and hair brushed all the way through, opening the door into the hallway you noticed them right away. While it was normal for a few of the warlords to be seen standing in the hall either waiting to shower, or just conversing with one another; you never expected to see the entire group of them crowded around your doorway shouting. Standing at the back of the pack, a worried Mai explained that Kenshin and Shingen had gotten in a spat about beds, Yukimura and Sasuke, in an attempt to moderate, had been pulled into it. The company parted and you walked into your room to see Shingen wielding one of your belts like a whip, Kenshin was standing on the pull out couch swinging around a desk lamp, Yukimura was just standing there yelling at Kenshin waving a couch pillow around, and Sasuke had made makeshift projectiles out of your collection of bobby-pins and hair ties and was slinging them at his comrades.

Marching yourself right into the fray you simultaneously grabbed your belt and the pillow from Shingen’s and Yukimura’s hands, twisting them from their grip, as you stepped onto the bed to look Kenshin square in the face.

“Put. It. Down. Now.”

He blinked, the whole room still around you. Perturbed, Kenshin put the lamp down as you started scolding them.

“What in seven hells did you boys think you were doing? Actually no...dumb question, I don’t want to know…”

They tried to get a word in.

“But…”

“No, no buts...I don’t want to know what you thought any of that would accomplish...I just want to know what possessed you to start swinging around my belongings like a bunch of crazed imbeciles?”

Yukimura shot a sympathetic yet mildly annoyed glance your way.

“They were arguing over sleeping arrangements.”

“Sleeping arrangements? This is over sleeping arrangement? Jesus…”

You were so peeved you could feel yourself slipping back into your native language, realizing two things at once you stopped and took a deep breath.

“Kenshin, bed. Shingen, futon. Sasuke...you have two options, share with me or put your futon next to my bed...either way it’s a tight fit. Everyone else, disperse.”

You slid the door shut and grabbed your headphones climbing into bed making sure to leave room for Sasuke if he decided to join you. Maybe you’d make everyone train with you in the living space tomorrow...get rid of some that energy…

Not to much later the mattress shifted under new weight, pulling you from the light sleep you had been getting. Opening your eyes you turned to see Sasuke making his way into the space you had left for him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“ ‘s okay.” To tired to formulate complete sentences. You scooted over giving him more access to your pillow and took your headphones off to sleep on your side easier.

“This reminds me of our first weekend in college.”

You smiled at his comment. Your very first weekend a group of you had gone out to a welcome party and you may have gone a lot overboard with the Jungle Juice. Sasuke, gratefully, assisted you back to what he thought was your room in his drunken state. Which ended up being his room, only to walk into his room mates arguing over their bunks. Minus the flying furniture and inebriation, it played out almost identically. You had thrown out orders to each guy assigning them beds and declared you would be sharing with Sasuke.

“I still wonder to this day how I was able to get away with that.”

“It’s because you’re you (NN).”

He shared his gentlest smile before you fell into peaceful oblivion.

…

I woke up the next morning to a steady tapping. Seeing I wasn’t the only one awake I asked the group in the room.

“Does anyone else hear that?”

Everyone but Mitsunari, who was nose deep in a book (YN) had brought him the other day, looked at me and nodded.

“Now that you mention it, there is an impressively constant tapping, should we go ask around and see what the others think?”

Masamune had posed the question to the group as he made his way out the door. As it turned out Nobunaga, Mai, and Hideyoshi had woken to the soft tapping as well. When we got closer to the steps you could hear it get louder but now the sound was followed by a soft thump. At the exact moment Kenshin flung the door open right beside the group.

“What is that woman doing up there?”

“You mean (YN)?” I asked

“What other woman would I be talking about? Yes her. She and Sasuke were up early this morning then they went upstairs together. Not to long after this infernal tapping started.”

Now I was curious. Seeing as the rest of the group shared my sentiment we walked upstairs. Mitsuhide chimed in from the back.

“That’s quite the rhythm, I hope we’re not interrupting anything”

What could we possibly be interrupting…? As if reading my thoughts he continued.

“I would hate to walk in on something inappropriate.”

Inappropriate. What could they be doing that would beeeeh….holy hell. We need to stop! Why are we going in there? What if they’re….

Breaking my thoughts completely a breathless and breathtaking (YN) walked over smiling. This was not looking good...she was in the shortest, tightest pants I had ever seen, her midsection completely barred, no sleeves...I’m not even sure you could consider the top she had on a shirt...her hair was tangled in a bun on top of her head and she was dripping with sweat.

Shit! At least she doesn’t look mad...I was trying to sneak away when she spoke up again.

“You guys all come up to join in on our morning fun?”

“JOIN!” I couldn’t help it I just screamed completely flustered.

Shingen clutched my shoulder and laughed surmising what was going through my head. Before I could run he was volunteering us to join in.

“Of course we would princess.”

…

“Ok so we’re going to have to move in circuits.. you can group off however you want...you’re eventually going to do everything so it doesn’t matter where you start.”

You accidentally woke everyone up with your jump rope this morning, but you were sure somebody had said something to frey Yukimura’s nerves, the poor guy had been unable to do anything other than blush or snap at you since you walked over. On top of that, Shingen had voluntold everyone to work out, so you were reworking Sasuke and your morning routine to accommodate.

You demonstrated all of the exercises they were going to do before heading over to finish your pair work with Sasuke. Today it was quick cardio so you were boxing. No head shots and nothing below the belt, just enough to get your heart rate up and engage your reflexes. While you were doing that, the group circuit work would move as follows:

Group 1: Abs

30 Russian twists

15 v-ups

20 windshield wipers

1 min plank

Group 2: Arms

20 push ups

15 pull ups (using the dangerous door frame apparatus)

1 min cherry pickers

Group 3: legs

50 squat jumps

25 hip thrusts

45 sec kettle-bell swings

With each person doing every exercise three times before moving onto the next grouping. It would take about 45 minutes to complete then they would move onto cardio. Which was 5 minutes of jump rope then they split off into pairs for boxing...same rules applied. The only oddity being Sasuke and yourself would jump back into the boxing so Mai didn’t have to try to fight one of the warlords. Then maybe you’d have a tournament?

“Are you sure you’re a group of battle hardened Samurai? Those are the saddest squat jumps I have ever seen…”

Yukimura and Ieyasu mad sour faces at my comment. Though it wasn’t just those two struggling...maybe it had to do with the compound movements? ….four weeks without battle shouldn’t be enough time to completely fall into oblivion like this, plus Sasuke had taken them to a dojo a hand full of times just to keep them moving. At least they’ll all sleep well tonight.

“Finished!!” Mai exclaimed. She was beaming.

“What? You cheated! Lass, she clearly cheated!” Masamune howled

“Eh, I doubt it.” Whispering so only Mai could hear me. “We talked, and you’re going to be paired with Sasuke. He’ll teach you the basics and I’ll get to fight one of the boys. It’s a win-win.”

“Sure! Sounds good” she giggled and skipped over to Sasuke to start jumping rope.

“Why’re you making such a weird face? I don’t think I like that look.” Yukimura was still clearly frazzled as he continued to avoid eye contact.

Everyone tried their best with the jump rope. Some, specifically Mitsuhide, Nobunaga, and Hideyoshi were naturals. Others like Ieyasu, Shingen, and Mitsunari got the hang of it after a few tries. While Masamune, Yukimura, and Kenshin struggle bussed it the entire five minutes.

Next was the fun part. You let everyone pick their own partners Mitsuhide & Hideyoshi, Mitsunari & Ieyasu, Kenshin & Shingen, Masamune & Nobunaga, leaving Yukimura & you.

“What? Absolutely not, I’m not fighting crazy over there? Sasuke why aren’t you with me?”

“You said it yourself, she crazy.” He looked your way and a mischief flickering in his eyes. “We couldn’t possibly pair Mai with her, and it wouldn’t help you train if Mai was with you. So this is the only logical solution. Now even the princess can get some fighting in.”

Yukimura let out an exasperated sigh “Fine but don’t think I’ll go easy on you…”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say. Bring it Yuki.”

Round one was taken by Mitsuhide, Ieyasu, Nobunaga, Kenshin, Sasuke, and yourself. So the new pairings were Mitsuhide & Nobunaga, Kenshin & Sasuke, and Ieyasu and you.

Round two was full of surprises with the winners being Mitsuhide, Kenshin, and You. Pitting Kenshin & Mitsuhide and Masamune, who had won the losers bracket, with you.

Eventually you lost to Kenshin who swept ranks. It was much harder to fight the God of War outside of bedroom scuffles or crowded market streets, but it had been a fun afternoon nonetheless. You’d have a few bruises here and there from some stray excited punches but everyone had held back brilliantly and there were no injuries to report on any front. Turning to the now silent group.

“So who wants lunch?”

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikésen #ikémen sengoku #ikesen yukimura #ikesen sasuke #cybird #ikesen masamune #my story #modern au #your pov #to be continued #i forgot what part i'm on and i'm too lazy to count right now #his pov #under the cut

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ibelongtonegan · 6 years

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Role Play (Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Negan one-shot)

This fic was inspired by this photo:

I loved the look on Jeffrey’s face here and kept thinking about how much of Negan there is in Jeffrey and vice versa. My mind got carried away and I came up with the idea of some role play. I’m sure Jeffrey likes to have a little fun as Negan like this every once in a while, don’t even try to tell me otherwise... So I wrote this hybrid fic of Jeffrey being Negan...or Negan being Jeffrey...okay, I don’t even know anymore!

I love Jeffrey and Hilarie together (#RelationshipGoals) but for the sake of this fic let’s pretend that he is single and very much looking.

Summary: you work on the set of the Walking Dead and have a crush on Jeffrey Dean Morgan. When you confess how fascinated you are by his portrayal of Negan, Jeffrey decides to stay in character and have some fun with you as Negan...

Characters: Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Negan x Reader, Andrew Lincoln makes a cameo along with some TWD crew members

Word count: 3,906

Warnings: dirty talk, excessive amounts of sexual tension, Jeffrey being Negan (is this a legit warning even?), minor spoilers for TWD S08E01, role play, smutty vibes, swearing

Tags: @negans-network, @emoryhemsworth @ridingmoxley

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You can read this fic on AO3 and Wattpad as well.

I appreciate feedback and most days don’t bite. So don’t be shy, please feel free to comment, message or ask me anything!

You took the shot exactly at the moment when he looked up at you. His face showed a mixture of surprise and amusement as his hazel eyes bore into your soul. It was one of those fleeting, fragile moments that are so hard to capture and can never be planned or recreated. Holding the baseball bat leisurely in his right hand Negan flashed you a devilish smile, his pearly whites glistening in the Georgia sunlight.

Once the photo was made, you lowered the camera and looked down on Jeffrey from your hiding spot with a shy smirk. You had been crouching on the metal stairs for a good half an hour waiting for the right opportunity to come along and the photo was the sweetest reward for your tenacity.

"Gotcha, big guy," you teased tracing your lower lip with the tip of your tongue victoriously.

"Simon, get your ass down to the front yard immediately, we have a security breach. A gal sneaked in through the fence and is taking unsolicited photos of me," Jeffrey replied holding his right hand up to his mouth as if talking into a radio. His eyes were twinkling with mirth. “By the looks of it, she must be a spy from Alexandria working for Rick the prick.”

You stood up to stretch out and hissed quietly as the blood flow returned to your stiff limbs with a tingling sensation.

"Just following orders. Gimple wanted a couple of shots from this scene," you said shrugging your shoulders. It was partially true, Scott did ask you to take photos of Jeffrey as Negan for the upcoming promotional campaign of the new season but you chose this spot and angle. You liked watching him from up here during the shoot.

“I don’t know this Gimple guy, doll, but I sure as shit run the show here,” Jeffrey replied nonchalantly. He raised his hand to his mouth and spoke into his imaginary radio again. “And Simon, tell Dwight to fire up that furnace. I feel that some ironing is in order.”

While his words were playful, his voice was dark and cold, making you shiver instinctively. He was masterfully making you believe that you were, in fact, having a conversation with the leader of the Saviors himself.

“Oh, am I in trouble, Mr Negan?” you pouted, deciding to join in on the game. You loved teasing him with the little nickname, but there was a hidden meaning behind it that you had never dared to confess to Jeffrey. You had had a crush on him since the day you met and had a weak spot for him as Negan in particular, often fantasizing about him seducing you as the character. Watching him play the charismatic, brutal leader on the show was by far the best perk of your job as still photographer on the Walking Dead.

Jeffrey was easy to be photographed and an absolute dream to work with, for he didn't mind the intrusion of your camera into his mental and sometimes personal space even. He was always easy going and laid back on set, chatting and joking around with the cast and crew between takes and could switch back to ‘Negan mode’ (as you liked to call it) as soon as the director yelled "Action!". As Negan, he was charming, dangerous and absolutely irresistible. You often couldn’t take your eyes off of him, hypnotized by his mesmerizing portrayal of the character. Once the scene was finished, he got back to his cheerful, relaxed self just as quickly. This ability impressed you immensely.

It was the last scene before lunch break and people started heading in the direction of the craft service tent set up outside the abandoned metal processing factory that served as the location of the Sanctuary on the show. You put the camera away in your backpack and started walking down the stairs when you noticed Jeffrey waiting for you by the rusty railing. He was watching you intently with a smug expression on his face, evidently still in ‘Negan mode’.

"Oh, yes, doll, you are in big fucking trouble. Breaking in to my Sanctuary and sneaking up on me with a camera to spy for my enemies? That is a big fucking no-no. Not one bit of that shit flies here,” he replied with glee. “Care to join me for lunch so that we can discuss your punishment?" His words set a few dozens of butterflies loose in your stomach.

"What if I say no?" you asked with an innocent smile. You had no intention of refusing him, but couldn’t let the chance to tease him slip by. You stopped midway on the stairs and eyed him suggestively. “What if I made a run for it?” you pushed further and took a tentative step back up the stairs.

“I’m faster than you are. I’ll catch you anyway.” Negan was eyeing you like a hawk, ready to follow up on his promise if you decided to indeed flee from him.

You folded your arms in front of your chest and pouted at him defiantly. You enjoyed the thick tension in the air, invisible yet so prominent between the two of you that it made your forget about your surroundings completely. It felt as if you were starring in your own TV show with Negan as the villain and you as his captive, falling under his spell helplessly.

Sensing your hesitation, Negan’s eyed darkened in warning and he held out his hand towards you, beckoning you to him.

“You better not disobey me, doll. I can’t let something like that slide.”

A jolt of electricity run through your body from the hidden promise behind his words. For a moment you toyed with the idea of testing his stair climbing speed, but you knew better than to taunt Negan. You held his gaze prolonging the moment on purpose before finally lowering your arms to your sides with a shrug and a coy smile.

“Fine, I’m famished anyway.”

You continued walking down the stairs and took his outstretched hand obediently. He was still wearing Negan’s glove and the touch of the leather made you shiver instinctively. You wondered what the soft fabric would feel like exploring other parts of your body...

As your feet touched the ground, Negan pulled your body close to his making you let out a small yelp of surprise. “I can see what you are doing, doll. You enjoy playing with fire?” he growled at you, his breath hot against your face. You felt like he could read your mind and knew exactly what you were thinking about only moments ago.

"You know, Jeff, I love how you can switch in and out of character between takes. Watching you play Negan is a real treat," you complimented trying to fish your mind out of the gutter by changing the subject. “And it’s kinda hot, too,” you confessed feeling your cheeks heat up.

Thinking back on this moment later, you didn’t understand what had gotten into you. The words just slipped out of your mouth uncontrollably. You blamed it on the close proximity of his body and the masculine scent of leather and tobacco combined with his spicy cologne that you would have been able to pick out from a million fragrances. It was Negan from head to toe. Or Jeffrey. Maybe both? You weren’t sure anymore.

“Is that so, doll? You find me hot?” he inquired, a mixture of curiosity and satisfaction clear in his expression. “Interesting. But I have no idea what character you’re talking about. And I don’t know any Jeff here,” he stated, visibly enjoying your sheepishness. “I’m Negan and you are coming with me to lunch. Chop, chop!”

With that he put his arm around your shoulder and guided you across the now empty yard towards the craft service tent, while keeping Lucille, Negan’s beloved baseball bat propped over his shoulder. You had to admit that it was both intimidating and alluring. He had hugged you before, in fact he was quite touchy-feely with you making your heart leap every time his hand accidentally brushed against yours or whenever he gave you one of his signature bear hugs in greeting. But this time was different. He now walked, talked and behaved like Negan, as if he had left the character of Jeffrey back on set this time. And being touched by Negan was like a wet dream come true.

The exact details of how you reached the tent and then managed to carry a lunch tray laden with a salad, main dish and a glass of water to your table without dropping all of it on the floor with your arms and legs shaking like a Christmas pudding was beyond you, but you did it somehow. Jeffrey kept his arm around you until he was forced to remove it to be able to grab a tray for himself. You were missing the warmth of his touch around you instantly.

You took a seat at a table in the back in order to get some privacy in the otherwise pretty much packed tent that was by now buzzing with members of the cast and crew. Everybody was busy chatting and eating, seemingly oblivious to your lunch date with Negan. You couldn’t help but giggle under your breath from the absurdity of the situation. It felt like the two of you were sharing a dirty little secret that nobody else in the world had any knowledge of.

Jeffrey sauntered over to the table with his tray and a shit-eating Negan grin plastered all over his handsome face. He was having way too much fun with this little role play he invented. But two could play that game and you were more than ready to accept his challenge and rise up to it.

Your plan for playing on equal ground was quickly overturned however, when Negan took a seat right next to you, instead of occupying the seat opposite you. His closeness was thrilling already but as he sat down, he spread his legs wide, pressing his right knee against your leg deliberately. He acted as if he hadn’t even noticed it and didn’t bother to move his leg back, clearly enjoying the physical contact only the two of you were aware of, your legs being hidden from prying eyes under the simple oak table board. He gently removed Lucille from under his arm, where it was held securely with his hands being occupied with the tray and placed her down on the seat next to him.

“So, what shall we do with this little spy?” he inquired casually while taking a sip of his Coca Cola. You never understood his unconditional love for the sugary drink.

“I don’t know, but if I see her, I’ll let you know,” you smirked at him, mentally high-fiving yourself for your clever remark, while mirroring his actions by taking a sip of your mineral water.

But your sense of complacency evaporated right away, when Jeffrey leaned close to your ear, practically growling at you.

“Feeling sassy today? Believe me, doll, you won’t be anymore once I’m done with you.”

His words made you almost spit your drink at your tray and you started coughing heavily. Negan let out a low chuckle and started caressing your back in circles to comfort you. The tip of his fingers traced down your spine and moved along the skin that was exposed below your shirt leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“So, tell me, doll, how should I punish you for breaking my rules?” he continued taking a bite of his lasagne.

Your eyes unconsciously followed the fork watching mesmerized as it disappeared into Jeffrey’s mouth. The movement was slow and sensual and you felt like he was doing it on purpose to mindfuck you, just like Negan would. Well, if that was his intention, he succeeded, but frankly you would have preferred if he gave you another kind of fucking.

Scolding yourself for acting like a horny teenager, you averted your gaze back to your plate as if the mushroom risotto had a particularly interesting item in it. But Negan was having none of it and Jeffrey held out his hand to lift your chin up, making you meet his eyes.

“Answer me,” he commanded in a raspy voice.

The intensity of his stare made you gulp hard and you felt like losing yourself in his dark orbs.

“What can I say? I have a hard time following orders,” you answered simply. “It’s more fun to break them,” you added with a coquettish smile.

“I can see that and will rectify the issue shortly.” His voice was dripping with menace and allure. “But first tell me why you find me hot. All the dirty details. And I want the truth on this one,” he ordered with a smirk and let go of your chin.

“Well, Mr Negan. Where should I begin...,” you started clearing your throat. “You’re foul-mouthed, brutal and kind of a sociopath. What’s not to love?”

Your comment earned a hearty chuckle from him as he put another bite of pasta in his mouth with unearthly elegance.

“But at the same time you are quite handsome, smart and dominant. I find that very, very hot indeed. Especially the dominant part,” you declared wiping the corners of your mouth with a napkin.

“Is that so?” Negan inquired raising his eyebrows.

“It makes me wonder if you are that dominant in other areas as well?” you stated rather than asked as if you were having a casual chat over lunch and not flirting unashamedly with the one and only Negan himself.

“Other areas?” he questioned poking out his tongue at the corner of his lips in a very Negan-like gesture.

“Like the bedroom, for instance,” you responded keeping your gaze on your plate and trying to maintain a neutral tone.

“Are you trying to flirt your way out of being punished?” he rasped against your neck seductively.

“Maybe,” you quipped, finally looking up at him.

He studied your face for a brief moment, before his mouth curled up into a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Well, you tried. But you owe me a punishment and I intend on collecting. You being honest with me makes me inclined to go easy on you this time though. Just this once.”

You raised your index finger to your lips and started drumming against your skin as if contemplating his offer.

“That’s very generous of you, Mr Negan. But I may or may not learn through the easy way, who knows? Can’t make any promises,” you casually informed him twirling a loose strand of hair around your index finger seemingly absentmindedly but in fact quite deliberately. “Maybe you should go rather hard on me?”

Your proposal elicited a low grunt from Negan, just as you imagined the character to react to your cheekiness. His eyes darkened and he leaned closer to your ear, his nose almost brushing against your hair.

“Oh, doll, you have no idea how hard I...”

“Can I join you guys for lunch?” a deep voice spoke from the other side of the table.

You and Jeffrey both looked up simultaneously only to find Andrew Lincoln putting down his tray opposite you.

“It’s bloody hot today, isn’t it?” he declared cheerfully in his Southern drawl, instead of his native British accent. It seemed like Jeffrey was not the only actor who liked to stay in character off camera, you thought to yourself.

“Sorry, Rick, but I have to discuss something with this pretty little gal here in private, if you don’t mind. I’ll talk to you later in Alexandria,” Negan asserted with a firm but friendly look.

Andrew looked surprised to find his enemy on the show sitting at the table but recovered quickly.

“Uhm, sure thing...Negan,” he winked, effectively joining in on your game without knowing what he was joining in on really. He picked up his tray and went to take a seat with the rest of the cast at a table in the middle.

“Sorry, doll, but Ricky-Dicky Grimes has an uncanny ability to disturb me at the most inconvenient time possible.” Negan remarked returning his gaze to you. “Like attacking my Sanctuary the other day with his little mudflaps. It’s quite annoying, but I kinda grew fond of him, you know, so I guess I’ll keep him around for a little longer,” he mused as if sharing his battle plan with you. “Oh, shit, I shouldn’t be telling you this of all people, little spy.”

You couldn’t help but snicker at his flawless return to the character.

“My bad. Now I definitely have to teach you a lesson to make you keep your mouth shut,” he sighed out with feigned frustration.

“I can think of a good way to do that,” you cajoled and took his right hand to lift it to your mouth. Parting your lips slightly you inserted the tip of his index finger into your mouth, licking the lower part of it with your tongue languidly. Negan was watching your every move intently and his lips parted involuntarily in sync with yours. Spreading a generous amount of saliva on his finger, you bit the soft flesh gently before releasing it from your mouth with a pop and lowering it back on the table.You stared deep into Jeffrey’s eyes and Negan looked back at you, his gaze clouded with desire.

“Don’t tempt me, doll or I will slide my dick down your throat right here for the whole Sanctuary to see. Or maybe I should bend you over this fucking table and spank that beautiful ass of yours until it’s red and sore from my hand and then fuck you until you scream my name?”

His words made your skin flush and you could tell he picked up on your body’s primal reaction by the way his pupils dilated. He could have followed up on his promise in front of the entire cast and crew, you couldn’t have cared less.

“I thought you wanted me to keep my mouth shut,” you groaned and sucked your lower lip between your teeth.

Negan’s hazel eyes went to your mouth and he cupped your cheek gently.

“You enjoy teasing me? You have no idea what that makes me want to do to you right now,” he husked in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin.

“Hey, guys, sorry to interrupt, but Greg wants to re-shoot the last scene. Apparently there was some kind of a problem with the footage. We need you, Jeff, back in the set in 5 minutes.”

Suddenly, out of nowhere the 2nd AD appeared by your table, visibly nervous about having to cut Jeffrey’s lunch break short with the news.

You noticed a muscle starting to tick on Negan’s jaw. He wasn’t pleased with being interrupted for the second time now during your date but composed himself and looked up at the tall man who was waiting for his answer patiently.

“Sure, I’ll be right there, Matt, just give me a minute,” Jeffrey replied with a kind smile looking back to you immediately, clearly dismissing the guy. The AD nodded politely and walked down the line of tables in a hurry, searching for one of the extras.

“We better go before Nicotero sends somebody else after you,” you suggested, disappointed that your conversation was cut short right when things were about to heat up.

“We could still have time for a quickie,” Negan winked at you conspiratorially and put his hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your sex. His touch felt like electricity, making you jump and kick the leg of the table clumsily in the process. Your paper cup fell over, spilling its contents on the table.

“Shit!” you muttered, jumping up quickly to escape the water that was flowing your way, ready to drip from the edge of the table at any second.

You picked up a couple of paper napkins from the holder to clean up the mess when you felt Negan leaning against you from behind, his solid hard-on pressing into your ass.

“Here, let me help you with his, doll. We don’t want you to get wet, now do we?” he purred against your neck, grabbing a couple of napkins himself.

His face was only an inch away from yours and you felt his hot breath fanning your skin. The double meaning of his words made it almost impossible to concentrate on the task as your mind went south again, where you felt all the liquid had landed, even though not a single drop had escaped the surface of the table.

“Do you feel how hard you made me?” he murmured in your ear, flexing his hips and pressing his cock into you more firmly. “I could blow my load right now just from rubbing myself against your sweet ass.”

Your only reply was a desperate whimper and you had to close your eyes in an attempt to calm your overstimulated senses.

“But I have the feeling that I’m not the only one on edge here. I bet if I slid my hand in your panties, I would find a creamy little mess down there,” Negan taunted with a dark chuckle, as he continued to rub himself against you in a painfully slow rhythm.

You muffled a cry that was begging to escape your mouth and lowered your head submissively. His nose brushed against your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. Even through the haze of your arousal you were astonished that still nobody in the tent have noticed your unashamed foreplay.

“Sorry, doll, but we have to delay that lesson a little bit. But don’t think I’m done with you yet. Not even close,” Negan whispered the last sentence into your ear, earning a silent whine from you.

“Is this a threat...or a promise?” you probed in a shaky voice, seemingly still busy wiping the now completely dry surface of the table.

“You’ll find out soon. Very, very soon,” Negan hissed darkly.

He gave your ass a light spank, making you let out an involuntary yelp of surprise and arousal. You looked around nervously but everybody was chatting away or eating their lunch, completely unaware of him practically dry-humping you merely a couple of feet away.

“To be continued,” he whispered in your ear and was on his way back to the set before you could say anything.

You watched the back of his black leather jacket disappear at the entrance of the tent, his scent still lingering in your nose along with the heat of his touch on your skin.

If only life hadn’t yelled ‘Cut!’ on your steamy scene together...

You were pulled out of your reverie by your phone vibrating. You fished it out of your pocket and your heart skipped a beat when a text message popped up on the screen.

Your lips spread into a wicked grin when the first message was soon followed by another one.

Now that was an order you were finally more than eager to follow...

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For I Think I Still Love You (Do You Mind) (5/?)

This chapter mostly Leonard POV. I might not always do a whole chapter of one POV, but the changes should always be clear (and please tell me if they’re ever not). They get their emotions sorted out a little better this chapter, at least until a big plot point coming up later in the story.

~2k words. Read on AO3 if you prefer.

“Didn’t know the two of you kissed. Nice of you to do that while I was unconscious.”

“I still had time to save your ass,” Sara retorts, and Leonard chuckles, equally relieved and disappointed the moment’s been broken. She moves into the kitchen, leaning on the counter as she reads Mick’s additions to the list. “That’s not a lot of help,” she says, walking back past Leonard as she makes herself comfortable in the living room chair.

Leonard makes his way to the counter to read the adjustments himself. There’s not really a lot. He’s added a couple more street name changes, one of which Leonard knew but had forgotten, and he’s added a couple more details to Sara’s side of the list, only further confirming that they shared a remembered past.

At least for now. What if Sara was right? What if Leonard ends up alone because she and Mick have their memories rewritten?

He shakes his head to clear the thought and turns to Mick. “How’s Sara doing?” he asks, voice low.

Mick shrugs, eyes darting toward the living room before responding in the same quiet tone. “Hard to tell. She’s good right now, but she wouldn’t talk to the team today.”

Sara turns on the TV, and a laugh track filters into the kitchen.

“Wasn’t so much that she let people think she’s meeting someone like she said,” Mick says, a little less cautious now that there’s some noise to cover their conversation. “Was more that she didn’t say anything at all.”

Leonard doesn’t know what else to say. Mick’s obviously already keeping an eye on her, and if anyone can fix whatever’s wrong, it’s Sara herself. His jaw clenches before he forces it to relax.

They don’t need him. His world is better when they’re here, but despite what he thought he saw on Sara’s face, they don’t need him. He’s only making things harder.

“It would be better if you both just stopped coming,” he says, careful to avoid eye contact. “No need to hide things if you forget about me.”

“Doesn’t seem like you should care about a couple lies.”

Leonard finally meets Mick’s gaze. “I don’t.” He jerks his head toward the living room. “She obviously does, or at least about these lies. And there’s no reason you need to sneak out and come all the way out here.” He leans back against the counter and crosses his arms. “I’ll be out tomorrow, seeing whether I can find anything new. I’ll be able to finish making sure I can get food. You handled tapping me into electricity and water. I’m all set.”

Mick grunts. “Ever think maybe I don’t just come here for you, Boss? Makes me feel useful.” He jerks his head toward the living room. “Blondie comes for her own reasons, too.”

Leonard bows his head. He knows they both have other things going on. The idea that they really get anything from their visits, though, especially when he’d so like not to be here anymore, is hard to accept. He nods finally, not bothering to look up at his friend.

This stewing isn’t him, he knows, but it’s hard to shake when there’s so little he can do. He tries to pull himself back to that grateful hope he felt just minutes earlier. Sara and Mick will have to leave soon, anyway, and if he’s gonna feel bad for himself, he can do it then.

***

They end up gathered around the shitty little television, watching reruns of shittier sitcoms. Sara refuses to move from the chair, so Leonard sprawls on the floor next to it, resting against the chair as best he can without actually touching her. Mick, on the other side of the chair, leans back with his weight against his palms. The floor is hard and probably dirty, layered with years of grime no scrubbing can touch. The house is dark, by necessity as much as lack of function. The television is too small, the reception stuttering at random intervals. The family on screen, though dysfunctional enough to warrant the canned laughter from the audience, has enough love and support as to seem foreign.

It’s the best night Leonard’s had in months.

By the time Mick stands, clearly ready to leave, Leonard has been able to get his mind in order. He’s no longer teetering on the edge of implosion, not letting the self-loathing and boredom take him over. The hope he felt watching Sara has returned. It’s late, or it’s early, depending on how he wants to look at the early-morning hours, and really, his guests should have left some time ago or never come at all. Still, there’s something approaching pain at the thought of their leaving.

He stands, brushing imaginary dust from his clothes before looking at Mick, more than passingly aware of Sara getting slowly from the chair next to him.

“I oughta get back,” Mick mutters. He looks at Sara. “You coming?” When she doesn’t answer immediately, Leonard turns to look at her, too.

She’s already watching him. “I’ll be fine.” It doesn’t really answer the question, but Mick takes it as the dismissal it clearly is.

“See you around, then,” he says before leaving.

The door closes, and then there’s silence as Sara and Leonard watch each other. Sara’s eyes reflect the flickering light of the television, their blue mixing with the yellows and greens of the commercial that’s on. There’s tension again, not the heat or attraction from earlier, but something more, something that makes it hard to breathe as she looks at him.

“You should go.” Leonard’s voice creaks as he forces out the words. It breaks the moment, as he intended, and she blinks before frowning.

“You…” she starts. She closes her eyes. “You left the ship months ago. I didn’t… I ignored it when I could, you know? It hurt too much to think about, especially with Laurel gone, too. And I was okay.” She opens her eyes, looking right at him. “I wasn’t great, maybe. Didn’t really have a purpose, you know? Nothing to keep my mind off everything. I did what I had to on missions, sure, but I just… existed.”

Leonard swallows, all too familiar with the concept, and Sara continues. “And I think the past few days have kind of brought everything to a head. I couldn’t ignore any of it anymore, and trying to…” She waves her bandaged hand to illustrate the consequences of that attempt. “But I think I’m gonna be okay, maybe even good again. It’s like…” She rolls her eyes when she trails off again, looking frustrated at her frequent pauses. “It’s like I can breathe again, as stupid as that sounds, and as long as I can keep breathing, I can get through the rest. I can make everything else okay.”

Leonard nods, pulling in a deep breath through his nose. Maybe he was wrong when he decided they didn’t need each other.

“I get it,” he says. He needs to hold on to this feeling, this moment, through the long days he knows are ahead. He needs to hold on to her, but he knows that keeping her around only makes it more likely he’ll lose her altogether. If they’re seen together by the wrong person, if somebody notices her coming and going, if they just relax into each other and slip up… So many things could go wrong.

“You should still go,” he says, his voice low. “It isn’t safe.” Sara breaks her gaze and looks down, mouth pulling down to one side. “When you’re here,” he continues, “we can…” He fumbles for the words. “We can help each other be.” He swallows. That was a lot sappier than he intended. “But you can’t come more often than you need to, and you shouldn’t come early or stay so late. It isn’t safe,” he repeats, watching, waiting for her response, waiting for her to leave.

“It helped,” she says, looking resolutely at the floor, “staying here last night. Things weren’t so hard today, and like I said, I think things will keep getting better, but I just… I don’t want to go back to my room, alone, where I can talk myself out of being okay. I know I left early this morning, but that was still the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

How the hell can he send her home after that?

He sighs, fighting both frustration and affection. “Fine. But this has to be the last night.”

She looks up at him, and the relief in her expression almost breaks him. “Thanks, Len.”

“We should get some sleep,” he says, telling himself as much as he’s telling her. “I’ve got to do some more recon tomorrow, and I don’t want to make any sloppy mistakes.”

***

Leonard wakes once, shortly before dawn. Sara’s back is flush with his chest, and she’s holding his arm tightly against her middle. She radiating warmth, almost too much to be comfortable, but her breath rises and falls evenly, and as he holds his own breath, trying to decide whether he should move, she makes a contented little humming noise in her sleep before falling silent once more.

He doesn’t move. Instead, he focuses on her breath, on her soft warmth against him, until he falls back to sleep.

***

When Sara wakes, Leonard is wrapped around her, his breath falling against her neck. She knows it’s a little after sunrise, more from instinct than from the tiny bits of light that make their way through the window coverings, and that she needs to get back to the Waverider.

She stays put for several minutes first. She thought Leonard was dead, and now he’s holding her tight in a way she never knew she needed, the warm puffs of air and the heartbeat thumping against her back both proof that he’s very much alive.

Once she knows she can’t put off leaving any longer, she disentangles herself as carefully as she can, determined not to wake him. She only lets herself look down at him for a moment before she leaves, saving the image for the walk back to the ship.

He looks so relaxed in his sleep. Sara herself feels more calm and centered today, in control of herself in a way she hasn’t been in longer than she cares to admit.

The sleepy neighborhood is waking up, and she makes a mental note to leave a little earlier next time she stays. And she will be staying again, and soon, as often as she can manage. She remembers the different ways Leonard looked at her the night before.

Like she reminded him how to smile.

Like she was impossible to say no to.

Like she was the sun in his dark.

Unless he tells her not to come back and seems like he actually means it, she fully intends to see those looks again, as often as possible. Being around him helps, but she’d figured that out already. Last night, she realized that her presence is at least as much of a help to him.

They need each other, at least until everything goes back to normal, and in the soft morning light, hope filling her for the first time in ages, she’s willing to admit that she believes everything will go back to normal again, even if it takes a while.

Speaking of normal, she thinks to herself as she approaches the Waverider. Jax is standing just outside the ship, waiting for her with his arms crossed, trying for impatience. Instead, he looks concerned at first, and then as he reads her body language, he relaxes, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

“We were ready to leave five minutes ago,” he says. “I hope your night out was worth the delay.” What he thinks she was doing with her night out is clear without being lewd.

Sara smirks. “You know what?” she says, leading the way up the ramp. “It was totally worth it.”

“You know what,” Jax echoes as the ship closes behind them, “I’m not sure whether I wanted to know that.”

[Note: More plotty things next chapter, and we’ll switch back to Leonard POV and see what he does with a day out.]

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