#idk I’m running out of steam sorry this is like a second post with the tags

[the-moth-from-elsewhere]

The Epic Amazing Absolutely Insane TAOCC Song Post

Aka: Elsie assigns random songs to random characters for random reasons, vaguely organized by mod. These are almost entirely vibes and randomness so get ready to be utterly confused. Don’t expect any of these to fit too well, I went more based on the sound and random stuff than the actual accuracy. Also i’m kinda brain-broken from overthinking all this music lol. No, I didn’t add links, just because this took so many hours. Maybe tomorrow, I just wanna get this done.

Feiar’s characters.

Nymn

“Dento takes the Stairs” by Gooseworx

I told you these would make no sense. Idk the amount of nymn just being vibes/silly/lighthearted makes me think of how this song is a break from the chaos of the Elain series.

Jessy

“Metamodernity” by Vansire

Okay, I have a really specific animatic in my head for this song in which we flash between the TAOCC characters as they are in the circus, and then a cool transition, and then it’s them pre-circus. My best example is Dusk and Jessy sitting on a bench. A train passes by, and now it’s human Jessy sitting alone on a bench. Because Dusk is AI. And that very specific part of the animatic in my head tends to stick with me, especially seeing as Jessy is very “just go with stuff” and so I can kinda hear him singing this in my head.

”Apocalypse Now” by PinnoccioP

The first appearance of many of my favorite music artist lol. The song is about enjoying existence even if everything is a violent wreck, and it just kinda fits to me lol.

“World’s Smallest Violin” - AJR

yeah just gonna drop this one here and run

“Sweet Tooth” - Scott Helman

Blame Fei.

Clara

”Drosselmeyer’s theme - Kurumi Wari Ningyo (Nutcracker No. 2 March) - The Princess Tutu Soundtrack

Okay, for starters, you should watch Princess Tutu. Like right now. It’s amazing, and the title does NOT do it Justice. Back on track, it…it’s the nutcracker! Come on, this one was basically handed to me.

Tutu vs Kraehe (Swan Lake Act 1 Op. 20 No. 2)

Fight theme.

Lance

”I Don’t Have a Name For It” - Steam Powered Giraffe

I…I’m sorry I don’t have an explanation for this it just works. Lancia sweep.

Raina

”Nightcall” - Kavinsky

…Once again, very flimsy. But like…switch the gender. I’m sorry but it’s giving “they’re talking about my death but I’m still here.” The miku version works better here in my opinion :3

The pirates

“He’s a pirate” - F-777

“The 7 Seas” - F-777

idk man techno piracy go vrrrrrrrr I unironically blasted these during like the entirety of the pirates plotline frick you this is my rant I do what I want /silly

Star’s Characters

Icia

”Long Live” - Taylor Swift

I swear I have reasons for this just hear me out okay- First off, I can see the voice fitting, second off, I imagine her singing this either for Lance or Starro or both after we finally finally finally throw Hexe off a cliff.

“Santa Salvacion” - Magia Record OST

epic fight theme for fighting the terrifying ice lady. I blasted this while writing the fight scene with The Dark Queen Icia.

Dunite

”Postmeridae” - Madoka Magica OST

Cutesy upbeat theme for making merengues to. No notes.

“Witches Dance” - Magia Record OST

Idk, feels like her fight theme

”Roki” - Mikito P

…Vibes. Entirely vibes. Dunite should start a band /hj.

Starro

“Please Never Fall In Love Again” - Ollie MN

I just…him. Singing this. About Conny. I swear to cheese.

Vaga and Nova

“Class Dance - Rensho Kyoku I” - Princess Tutu OST

…Vibes.

Odette

”Vocalise Op. 34 No. 14” - Madoka Magica OST

Vibes. Piano. Sad string accompaniment. Must I say more?

Achilles

“Doubt #2” - Madoka Magica: Rebellion OST

Starting to notice a pattern with the kingdom characters lol?

Joofie’s Characters

Cardlan

“Main Character” - Will Wood

Ego. So, so much Ego.

“Sayo-Nara” - DDLC OST

I have my reasons.

Minimi

“Not Yet (Epilogue)” - Madoka Magica: Rebellion OST

Accordion and a little bit of ominousness. Vibes.

Xeyshattersiltav1a’s Characters

Sun

“Cowboy Dan” - Modest Mouse

Yee-haw sun. Do not give that woman a truck. Wow, these descriptions are getting terrible lol.

”Popular” - Wicked Soundtrack

Wicked but it’s sun and Dusk lives in my head rent free okay

“Alright” - Mother Mother

please help me I keep making up sun animatics with this song in class

Mix

“Something, Everything is Wrong” - Madoka Magica: Rebellion OST

This song is the reason I associate Mix with the accordion. Also, I imagine Dusk meeting him/his first real introduction in TAOCC’s background music as this song.

“Intertwined” - CMYK, CircusP.

Rip this man’s love life

“Love is War” - Ryo/Supercell feat. Hatsune Miku

Love is still Vehicular Manslaughter /ref

Dialtone

“Cats!” - waterflame

Does the song fit him? Not at all! It is way too techy and upbeat, and would probably better suit someone like Switch. But like….cats. He’d listen to a song called “cats!”. You can’t convince me otherwise.

“Want You Gone” - The Portal OST

Dialtone is GLaDOS coded to me.

“Killer Spider” - PinnoccioP

vibes and vibes alone.

Soup’s Characters

Silhouette

“Scared of you” - Brandon Hesslau

“Whoops, sorry for kinda almost killing you.”

”What Gave It Away” - Riproducer

evil.

”Burial Ground” - Low Roar

sad backstory.mp3.

Clown

“I’m Number One” - Muppets Most Wanted Soundtrack

Look man he’s silly and egotistical and it’s funny. He’s definitely singing this with carbine.

Autumn’s Characters

Pyxel

”Magical Doctor” - MARETU

once again, more vibes than lyrics and the gender’s wrong but, like, the vibes, man

Neb

“Lonely UFO” - PinnoccioP

…it doesn’t fit. The lyrics, as far as I can tell, do NOT fit. BUT LOOK AT THE OUTFIT, THE BLUE HAIR AND VOID SKIN AND MURDER TEETH AND TELL ME THAT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE NEB, OKAY?!

“Finding Sanctuary” - Stellaris OST

Silly space song for silly space person.

Lily’s Characters

The bookend siblings, and I mean all of them as a group, Katrina included for brevity’s sake

“Magical Girl and Chocolate” - PinnoccioP

Okay, I have actual reasoning for this one. Each of the siblings is someone’s “magical girl”, whether metaphorically or literally. They’re each fighting to protect and support someone. And they each strain and struggle to cope with a role too demanding for them. This song works for each of them in a different form and context.

Octavia and Steven/Sign

“Isn’t it “A”” - PinnoccioP

The arguments of all time

Honse- I mean Sophro

“Puzzle” - CMYK, CircusP

He’s just here to help. No notes.

Miscellaneous Others/Not big enough for their own section

Lantern

“Lantern” - Undertale OST

…self explanatory. The song’s vibes fit, too, I imagine this plays in his scenes.

“The Other One Left” - VaneLily

Half due to the “I just want a loving father” line. Gender’s wrong, again, but otherwise the lyrics fit.

Seer

“Seer’s Theme” - Cindy

I literally cannot outdo her own theme. It’s just too good. I listen to it randomly just because I like it so much /gen.

Sigil

“I’m Just Ken” - Barbie Movie Soundtrack

this is mostly a joke but come ON you think that guy doesn’t feel a little overshadowed by his GODDESS FIANCÉE?!

“Business Man” - Tom Cardy

Okay so this one takes some explaining because I imagine sigil walking into Dialtone’s place to spy and Insanity ruining everything and shooting everyone. It makes absolutely no sense but it’s funny in my head so here we are.

My Characters, yes this is gonna be last

Dusk

“Ultimate Senpai” - PinocchioP

A song about being overly pressured and stuff? Yeaaaaah.

“Sis Puella Magia!” - Madoka Magica Soundtrack

….Pretty. That’s it.

Aoki

“Decretum” - Madoka Magica Soundtrack

The reason I gave him a violin.

Alpenglow

“Yume Yume” - DECO*27

I have an ENTIRE ANIMATIC for chip and alpen with this song in my head

Lemonade

“Viva La Vida” - Coldplay

lore. Hehe.

Yume

“What are Children Made Of?” - PinnoccioP

This kid’s childhood has been ruined and boy is processing that hard.

”Everything about Animals” - PinocchioP

an absolute fever dream of a song that she would absolutely sing about animals. And how cool they are. And ohhhh look commentary on the state of humanity

Switchboard

“Kom Susser Tod” - Astrophysics

Idk it doesn’t fit all too well but the mix of utter hopelessness and eurobeat techno is just hercore

TAOCC as a whole

“Something Rotten!/Make an Omelette” - Something Rotten Soundtrack

WHEN I TELL YOU I HAVE AN ENTIRE. FREAKING. ANIMATIC-

”Your Silver Garden” - Madoka Magica OST

I do not know the lyrics literally at all but I could see an OP for TAOCC with this song

#Taocc #i am terrified that people will criticize my choices here lol #Yes they make no sense I know that

[localplaguenurse]

Idk why but I’m suddenly remember the part where wifey thought Morax died. Anyways I’m cursing the fact that the gods saw it fit that I think in pictures because my god. The desperation, the way Wifey would hesitate for a split second to fully process that their supposed dead husband is right there standing. Wifey would basically crash into his arms and hold him tight, fisting their arms into his clothes as their put their ear on chest and as the steady beat of his heart reassured them that he’s here and not dead. Then, the dam breaks and a horrible sound erupted from Wifey as they cling to him desperately as if he would disappear if they’re were to let go and as sobs wracked through Wifey, Morax swears he will never be the cause of their despair again.

Tldr: why is it that your fics like to wack me over the head with a baseball bat when I least expect it. I wrote all this with tears in my eyes and I’m getting the post crying headache

Oh that’s so sweet and not actually how I saw that scene :3 in a good way? Bad way? I like yours but I’m gonna make everyone’s day worse!

Something that only kind of came up a couple of times and I wish I expanded on a little more is sometimes wifey’s anxiety can present itself as anger. This is because I based it off of my anxiety, at least at the time because I was dealing with some shit. A lot of built up frustration and stress. You only really see it when they yell at Wei Jin for packing their things and when Morax crash landed and they snapped at Xiao and Li Lei. I wish it came up a little more for both character building and because like, hey, this is how anxiety works sometimes.

So picture this. You’re wifey. You hear your husband is dead, which causes you to have the worst panic attack of your life, to the point you pass out, and all you can think about is how the rest of your family will react and how one of the few people from your past is now gone. You’re not even thinking about how him dying means that you might die as well.

You go home, and on the journey there you’re wondering how long until your children hear, how long you have left before you’re gone, and how you’re going to cope with being in your home without you husband there.

And then he’s standing there, making tea, like the horrific news of his passing is not spreading through Liyue like wildfire. He looks up at you, and he sees you’re an absolute mess (how could you not be?). He calls your name out, softly.

You realize it’s really him. It’s Morax, your husband, alive and well.

And you start to scream at him.

It’s the first time you have ever truly raised your voice at him. You’ve had disagreements and squabbles in the past - even happily married, no one can go 2000 years without a little conflict - but this is completely different. You’ve never been this furious with anyone, much less your own husband. You don’t even know what is making you angrier. Is it because he scared you into thinking he was dead? Is it because he didn’t tell you? Is it because of how you found out? Is it because you don’t know if your children and grandchildren know what’s happening? It doesn’t matter because it all bubbles to the surface and you cannot stop yourself from asking him what the fuck were you thinking?!

And then you’re out of steam. Tears are running down your face but you don’t know when or why you started crying. Your throat and head hurt from the screaming, and your whole body just feels awful. Morax stares at you, speechless, horrified. You don’t know if he’s horrified by your reaction, or because he’s the reason you’re like this.

You sink to your knees and just... sob. It’s all you have the energy to do. You feel like shit because of your panic attack earlier, and you feel like shit for yelling.

Morax at some point snaps out of his stupor to step forward. He sits down next to you, and it kills him when you initially flinch away from him. He’s murmuring, telling you that he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to scare you, it’s a complicated situation, and you have every right to be as mad at him as you are, but please, my darling, deep breaths.

He holds you close for the rest of the evening, and the house is dead quiet. You cling to him in your sleep, and he stays up all night running his fingers through your hair. He’ll never forgive himself, and there’s a part of him that hopes you don’t forgive him either. He had already brought you to anguished tears when you two had first gotten married, and he made a promise, a contract, to never let anything hurt you and to give you a happy life.

He feels like he failed you. 2000 years of married bliss, nullified in an instant. It doesn’t matter to him if you forgive him. He’ll still hear your grief clear as day for however long he has left.

#ask #as gold as the ginkgo trees #this #this got long #i don’t regret it #beta is going to revoke my bone marrow rights with a jackhammer

[iambilliejeanok]

I'm not sure if i have ask u this before

( bc i ask many people ) can i have eren/reiner/erwin with a s/o that have mommy issues? :> if not its fine!! Have a great day/night ily and your blog idk how to spell this(╥﹏╥)

Y’all I read the whole request wrong. This post isn’t what they requested😭I’m a failure that can’t read. Sorry

Warnings: 18+, slight smut, mommy issues

Eren

Using titan Eren because he’s so cute🥺

His issues more so stem from having lost his mother.

This is something he can’t help, so you understand why he’s very clingy. Mikasa always tells you about how much Erens mom protected and cared for him. So it’s no surprise he excepts that same affection from you.

Now you’re not so sure about the small things. He expects you to cook and clean and be a traditional wife, but you’re just his gf…and certainly not his mother, so that’s something you try to communicate with him. Luckily for you, he perfectly understands and puts in more effort to be independent and not rely on you for everything.

He once went on a hunger strike for two whole days, just because you weren’t there to feed him. Not that he can’t feed himself, but it just don’t taste the same without you beside him 🥺come back…

There are other…aspects to this though. The kind that you can get used to. He has an unruly urge to be close to you. He could lose you any second. Even on a beautiful day, the sun out, everyone’s happy, little children playing outside. He could still lose you so he has made the decision to glue himself to you.

It’s all fun and games because you’re okay with it, you’re okay with the endless cuddles and hugs, you’re so glad you don’t even have to ask for it, you’re okay with him following you around the house and you’re okay with him grabbing your tits wherever he feels like, just for comfort reasons.

When he’s real emotional he asks you to cuddle with him and he’s either fondling your breasts for comfort reasons or burying his face between them, maybe even putting his mouth on you while you’re running your fingers through his hair. It’s only an actually issue that you need to address when he starts shoving his hand up your shirt in public. Grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him while you’re out and about with friends to reinforce dominance. Gets really upset when you’re not giving him constant attention throughout the day. This is why he hates hanging out with his friends, your friends come along and steal you from him. He absolutely despises anyone who needs attention from you. Even the damn titans when they come for you. He gets jealous that they have to consume so much of your energy and time. He’s so upset that he wants nothing but cuddles all evening long. In the bath/shower, while he’s eating

Even in Titan mode😩😩 he needs you on his shoulder where he’s not fighting. Maybe some praise if you will 🥺 won’t stop huffing and puffing all that steam in your face until you hug his head and give him a kiss. Tell him he’s doing a good job.

Literally any love you have for him. Even the crumbs. He’ll be having all of it thank you.

Reiner

Using armor titan because cute.

Big fucking fat ass baby omg. Grow up.

Very needy baby too.

He was taken from his mother to serve Marley as a child. So much responsibility from such a young age. Please understand.

Literally misses his mom so much but can’t contact her as regularly as he would like, which leaves him with no other choice but to take it out on you.

He really, really needs you to cook him meals or prepare him food just because his mom used to do it for him all the time. He full on well understands that you’re not responsible for his tummy, so when you do cater to him it makes him so fucking happy, he’ll spoil you with anything you want and he knows exactly what you like. Happy wife happy life indeed.

Even worse than his buddy Eren, Reiner can get real petty about lack of attention. He will literally give you the silent treatment but also refuse to let you have your personal bubble. He’s gonna be all the way in there. All over you. Lots of hugs and kisses but don’t talk to him. He’s mad at you. He’s also going to make sure to break you when you later tonight. Won’t stop even when you’re crying this time. He’s so gonna stop if you ask him politely enough with an extra cute pout, but he likes to himself that he won’t to feed his anger. 

Seeing him upset is hilarious because he’s never actually upset with you, he just really likes throwing cute little tantrums, around you so you can feel bad and give in to paying him all the attention in the world.

Wants you to run your fingers through his hair and along his shoulders while he sucks on a nipple. Literally prefers a nipple in his mouth to sleep. The one left is his favorite. He can get really aggressive and bite you when he’s enjoying himself too much, or maybe to kinda get back at you for not giving him ample attention.

Erwin

Erwin’s mommy issues are a little different. He’s a natural born leader. He’s always been super helpful to his mom, and never really fully depended on her besides the basic needs. He’s learnt most of his moms recipes and likes for you to learn a few too, so hopefully you can bake or cook with him. He loves being busy with you.

And at the end of a long day,he wants to cater to you for how much you help and take care of him during the day. Run a bath for you, a little massage, helping you braid your hair so it’s ready for your bonnet etc. He does get very needy when the two of you are in bed together. Likes to cuddle with his hands up your shirt, if you weren’t wearing it that would be great but your comfort please. Loves tucking his thigh between yours and holds you so close, your coochie literally pressed against his thigh and your nipple being twisted and twirled between his thumb and index finger. Is he doing this on purpose? Because it’s always gonna go in that direction…the one where you start grinding his thigh because the nipple action is too much to bare and he starts “helping you”🙄

Loves a partner who can be busy with him. This involves the morning routine. Cuddles in the morning, bathroom activities, breakfast, heading out, coming back, bathroom time again, dinner time and hangout time. All of them with you please. Very co dependent man. In a healthy way though.

#attack on titan imagines #attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan smut #aot imagines #aot smut #aot fanfiction #reiner headcanons #reiner x reader #Reiner imagines #Reiner smut #eren imagines #eren jeager smut #eren x reader #erwin imagines #erwin smut #erwin x reader

[t0wnspersonb]

Hot Springs (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader)

Word Count: 2,570

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: SMUT, bad language, public, my shit writing, Ushijima being a beautiful man

Summary: You couldn’t remember the last time you and Ushijima got to spend proper time together, so when he suggests going to the hot springs for a date how could you refuse? Although, you two are doing a bit more than just enjoying the hot water. 

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GUYS! I know it’s been a fucking minute😫 I’m still trying to get my shit together for school lmao. BUT I’ve been working on this fic for a while tbh, I was just never motivated to finish it until recently. I apologize in advance if it’s trash😂 BUT, I do have a couple of things to go over. First of all, thank you guys so much for being patient with me the past couple of weeks, I’ve definitely missed putting content out to you guys, I’ve just been super busy with life and school. Second of all, I know I have requests sitting in my inbox, I will do them. Eventually. The only reason why I’m even posting something new is because this story was already in the works, so since it’s done I decided to post it (it’s probably garbage idk lol). Third of all, I love you guys so much  😘😘😘😘 it’s been such a joy writing for you all, and I hope I continue to put out content you guys enjoy! As always, this story is dedicated to @sunshinewitchz​ because she’s the biggest Wakatoshi simp I know, and I love her so much and her endless support. 

I hope you guys enjoy the story! Please let me know what you think of it😊😊

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“- Would you like to go?” Ushijima’s deep voice filtered through your ears; although you only heard the last part, you had no idea what he had said beforehand.

 “Hmm?” you finally looked up at him, the paint brush in your hand stilled.

 A soft frown coated his lips, sometimes you were far too engrossed in your art projects. Usually he didn’t mind, today was different though. It had been two weeks since the last time he had seen you, both of you far too busy to make time to spend together.

 Of course, he would want your undivided attention, he missed you. 

 “I’m sorry Toshi, what were you saying?” you smiled sheepishly at him, carefully setting down the paintbrush, your eyes focused on him completely now.

 “The hot springs. Do you want to go?” He asked again, his eyes flickering over your face.

 Your lips pursed, your brain wracking through the dates to make sure you didn’t already have a prior commitment. “When?”

 He let out another sigh, Ushijima loved you deeply, but when painting was involved… well, you were in a completely different world to the point that it was hard to hold a conversation with you.

 But he also loved your passion for it, he loved how talented you were, how confident you were in your skills. It was proven time and time again whenever you produced your master pieces.

 Although, all your artwork in his eyes were masterpieces.

 You were the best masterpiece of all. Ushijima could stare at you for hours, he could watch you paint for hours, but right now, he wanted to be your sole focus.

 “Do you want to go to the hot springs with me tomorrow?” he asked once more.

 “Okay.” You smiled brightly at him, you didn’t have anything to do tomorrow, except to drop off a painting. Any chance you got to spend with Ushijima you would take. 

 “Okay.” he repeated, a soft smile coating his lips. “Finish up, we’ll go get food once you’re done.”

 You definitely loved Ushijima.

 ***

 “Ushijima-senpai! Y/n-senpai!” Goshiki exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing here!?”

 “Your grandma asked for a commission piece! I’m just dropping it off now.” You smiled widely. “I didn’t know you would be here today!”

 “I-I’m just visiting.” he stuttered out, his eyes awkwardly flickering over to Ushijima who paid him no mind, his eyes scanning the outer exterior of the house.

 “I need to collect the money; do you know where she is?” You asked sweetly.

 “She’s out in the garden, please come in.” He said awkwardly, stepping aside. 

 “I won’t be long Toshi!” You said cheerfully, pardoning yourself before you entered the home, leaving Goshiki and Ushijima standing at the entrance.

 “This is nice wood, is it oak?” Ushijima asked suddenly, his eyes tracing over the large door.

 “I don’t know Senpai…”

 Silence once again surrounded them, but like you had said, the exchange didn’t take too long as you came walking up to the volleyball players cheerfully.

 “All set Toshi! Let’s head out yeah?” you smiled up at him.

 He nodded before taking your hand into his and waving goodbye at the male.

 “Bye Goshiki! See you around!” you called out behind your shoulder.

 Sometimes it was a wonder how you and Ushijima ended up together. The concept of “opposites attract” seemed to be in play for this. 

 Your bright and bubbly personality contrasted greatly with his. Ushijima’s blunt and rough exterior was the complete opposite of your gentle and easygoing one. 

 However, you guys shared one trait, and that was the undeniable confidence you guys had in your skills. Ushijima with volleyball, and you with art.

 But despite the contrasting personalities, your relationship worked, the love and respect you guys had for one another was always present.

 “That was really nice of that lady to give us our own spring. I didn’t even know that a place like this could have private ones!” You said happily as you guys walked towards the changing rooms.

 “Yeah.” Ushijima nodded briefly, “see you in a bit.”

 You grinned at him widely before skipping off into your own changing room. 

 You bummed softly to yourself as you began undressing. The showers felt incredible against your skin and you couldn’t help but sigh in content, a trip to the hot springs was something that you definitely needed after working so hard on your commissions.

 You carefully wrapped yourself in the towel and started heading towards the spring. The change in temperature caused a shiver to run through your body, shuddering gently as the steam curled around your damp shoulders. You breathed in the soft scent of earth, sighing softly as your body relaxed in the hot springs air. 

 Your eyes scanned over the area, before pausing on a figure that left your heart racing and your stomach flipping.

 Ushijima paid no attention to his surroundings; his stare was focused on the scenery before him. But that gave you plenty of time to drink in the tall male before you.

 He was truly the most beautiful person you’ve ever met before. His broad shoulders and rippling back muscles were completely exposed to your greedy eyes. 

 How you ended up with such a beautiful man was beyond your comprehension. 

 “What are you waiting for?” His deep voice filtered through the air, your gaze met his olive eyes and you felt your face flush immediately.

 “Just appreciating the view.” You said cheekily before dropping your towel and settling yourself down into the water.

 A long sigh escaped your lips as you submerged yourself completely. This was heaven; you couldn’t remember the last time you had been to the hot springs, and the fact that you got to spend it with the man you loved the most, it was definitely pure heaven.

 “The scenery is very nice here.” he agreed, eyes scanning over the area once more.

 You laughed softly at his statement, your hand gently pressing into the bulging muscle of his bicep. “I wasn’t talking about the scenery. I was talking about you Toshi.” 

 Ushijima felt his expression soften considerably as he looked down at you. You were resting your head against his arm, your eyes closed in absolute bliss.

 This time Ushijima decided  to scan over you, and fuck… you were the best thing he’s ever seen.

 His eyes drank in every inch of your beautiful face, his gaze trailing over the strands of wet hair clinging to your face, wrapping around your collarbone and then your shoulders and…

 Oh.

 He shamelessly stared at your exposed breasts. He could feel his heart rate beginning to pick up as he started to register in his mind that you… no both of you were extremely bare to one another.

 Ushijima couldn’t understand this sudden shyness that began to bubble up in his gut. He had seen you bare so many times before, he’s touched you so many times before, he’s had you in every way that he could think of; and yet… What was this sudden rush of arousal spiking through his blood right now?

 Your eyes fluttered open and met intense olive colored ones staring right back. You felt your mouth go dry, your stomach twisting in a way that was all too familiar.

 The only times Ushijima has ever looked at you like that was when…

 “What is it, Wakatoshi?” You teased slightly, the flush in your face was something that you could blame on the hot water, not the fact that your hunk of a boyfriend was blatantly staring at you like he wanted to devour you whole.

 “You’re beautiful.” he said simply, reaching out to tug on a strand of your wet hair. His strong, thick fingers gently began trailing against the skin of your throat, skimming across your collarbone. Despite the hot water, you couldn’t help but shiver at his gentle touch. 

 “I meant… is there something that you want Wakatoshi?” You asked, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you stared at him through your lashes.

 “You. Always you.” he answered simply; his large hand curving gently around your jaw, cupping your face carefully.

 Your stomach twisted pleasantly, an all too familiar burn bubbling deep within your gut, but also... your heart. Once again you were in awe of the man before you, the amount of love you held for him was far too much for your heart to contain, bubbling up and spilling over the longer you looked at him.

 “You have me.” you said quietly, carefully pressing yourself closer to him, your hands rested gently against the bare skin of his chest, strong and oh so broad.

 “Then kiss me.” he demanded, olive eyes burning into yours. Love and passion could clearly be seen in them.

 So, you did. Your hands grabbing at his strong jaw, forcing him to stoop down to your level so you could properly kiss him.

 Kissing Ushijima was possibly the best thing on the planet, his lips were full and strong as they moved against yours, unhurried, but incredibly needy and forceful. 

 His tongue licked against your mouth, hot and wet and deliciously perfect. You eagerly pressed yourself against his large body, melting against him completely. You were too hot, your body overheating immediately.

 It was from the hot springs, right? Not from the hunk of a man that was currently grabbing at your bare waist and yanking you tighter against him, right? 

 Your head spun dizzily, pleasure rippling through your body, a soft whimper tearing through your throat as you felt his growing member press tight against your thigh.

 Ushijima heard you, his grip on your body tightened slightly as he continued to devour your mouth. He began moving you, carefully backing you up further away from the deep end of the hot spring, and then your body was being lifted up until you were no longer in the hot water, rather, you were now sitting on the ledge of the hot springs.

 Goosebumps erupted across your skin, your nipples hardening into pebbles under Ushijima’s watchful eyes.

 From your perched position on the rocks you could easily kiss Ushijima and he could easily…

 “W-What are you doing?” you whimpered out, the back of your hand coming up to cover your mouth, your heart was racing, faced flush, as you stared at the tall male.

 His large hands were gripping your thighs, carefully moving them apart, his eyes gazing hungrily at your weeping cunt.

 “What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked slowly, and then he was stooping down until his face was between your legs… a hot, fat, tongue sliding up your slit.

 You gasped loudly, eyes fluttering shut, as you leaned back on one of your elbows, your hand covering your mouth shot out and tangled into his damp hair.

 Ushijima hummed slightly, tongue gently flickering against your throbbing clit. 

 He wanted to do this here? Now?

 A thick finger slid easily into your wet entrance, causing your thighs to tremble at the sudden intrusion.

 Apparently yes. Yes, he did.

 When you finally opened up your eyes, the scene before you was absolutely sinful. Your swollen lips parted in awe as you made eye contact with Ushijima.

 His pupils were dilated, the soft olive color completely gone. His wet hair clung to his face, you could see his tongue flickering in and out of his mouth as he continued to eat you out.

 How was he so fucking perfect?

 “Toshi… please.” you begged, pressure beginning to build up, you were so close, but you wanted him. You wanted his thick cock to stretch you out completely right now.

 “Is there something you want?” he asked, voice deep and thick with arousal. His plush lips were wet, coated in your slick.

 Oh fuck.

 How did he look so fucking good between your legs?

 “You. Please. No more foreplay, I want you inside me already, please.” you trembled, watching as he stood to full height.

 Your eyes greedily ran down his naked body. He was just so… so fucking big, in so many ways.

 The strong muscles of his arms, his chest, his stomach, stood proudly on display for you. But as your eyes traveled lower; you could almost drool over the sight of his erect cock, standing proud and ready to be engulfed in your tight heat.

 His fist enclosed over his hard member, pumping up and down his shaft a couple of times before he finally stepped between your trembling legs. Carefully rubbing the head of his cock against your soaked folds, your eyes fluttered at the touch.

 But then with a quick snap of his hips he entered you, bottoming out immediately. 

 His lips slammed down against yours, muffling the loud moan that was about to escape your lips.

 Fuck, you were so full. No matter how many times Ushijima had you, you could never quite get used to his large size. 

 It was almost too much. But he knew that, which was why he waited for a moment, allowing you the time to get used to thick intrusion.

 One of his large hands grabbed at your hip, the other was resting near your head against the ground.

 After a few moments, your legs wrapped around his thick waist, a silent invitation that he could start moving.

 Ushijima didn’t even hesitate, his hips snapping forward, his cock pressing into the deepest part of your tight heat.

 The pace of his thrusts was unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to fuck you, despite the fact that you guys were at a hot spring.

 “Do you hear that?” he murmured; soft squelching could be heard from your lower region. You were absolutely soaked, drenching his thick cock as he slid in and out of you perfectly. 

 You gripped at his broad shoulders helplessly, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you trembled under his large body.

 It was too much… the hot springs, his body, his kisses, the grunts that were coming from his lips, the fact that your boyfriend was fucking you in a public place…

 “I’m close.” you squeaked out, nails digging into his skin. The familiar burn, the ache for release; was coming up quickly.

 His deep thrusts began to speed up, his hips hammering into you.

 “Then cum.” he demanded, his hand reaching down to rub harshly at your swollen clit. 

 So, you did, gushing around him easily, your slick coating his hard member. He grunted loudly, immediately pulling himself out of you, his fist once again enclosing around his member as he hurriedly pumped himself, searching for release.

 Thick ropes of his warmth shot onto your lower belly, hot and heavy against your skin. 

 You watched tiredly as he brushed the wet hair away from his forehead, his eyes trailing over your bare body, a soft expression easily covering his face now. Carefully he pulled you back into the water, situating you on his lap easily as you rested your head against his strong chest.

 You sighed in content as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

 “I love you Wakatoshi.” you said quietly, you peered up at him, a sweet smile coating your lips.

 “I love you too.” he said eyes flickering down at you, a small smile appearing on his face.

 A trip to the hot springs was definitely a good idea. 

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[batarangsoundsdumb]

guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

#this is only like half of it #but at least you can get like a few answers #yanno fuck it #bataranswers #ask #asks #anon

[fabulouspotatosister]

just for a day

summary: What’s a little acting between friends? If friends was even the right word.

word count: (idk yet man lol ) 3,373

request:  Hello! I just wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! If I may, could I request an 11 x reader where the reader’s friends keep bugging them to get a boyfriend, but they say they already do and they have to ask the Doctor to be their “boyfriend” (kind of like with Clara at the beginning of Time Of The Doctor) and eventually leads to feelings being spilt? If not, that’s perfectly fine!

a/n: this got WAYYY too long and for that i am so sorry lmao. i’m writing and posting this on the same day so if there are many mistakes or it doesn’t make sense that’s on me. anyway, i hope you enjoy this fic!

gif credit: @pavel-chekovs

~

“You’re back!”

 You’d expected screaming. You’d expected yelling, and a fair dose of pterodactyl-esque screeching from the students in your advisory class, but what you weren’t expecting was crying. And lots of it. Nearly every fresh-faced elementary student was in tears, some sobbing quietly and some full-on bawling as soon as you walked through the door.

It was nice, cute even, but honestly a little disconcerting.

 “Hi, everyone,” you said, shutting the door carefully behind you. The sight of their crying faces immediately activated your Parent Mode. “Are you all okay?”

 “Perfectly fine!” Marih chirped, president of the class and therefore a little more levelheaded than the rest, which earned her a handful of disagreeing sighs. “What? Guys, you look ridiculous crying,” she continued, as she wiped her cheeks with the back of her palms and gave you a toothy grin. “We’re just happy you’re here again.”

 You smiled at her, and reached out to pat the top of her head. “That’s great and all, but it’s like you guys haven’t seen me in ages.”

 A heavy silence fell over the whole class. You saw students shift in their seats and look down at the floor, suddenly very interested in their black school shoes. Even Jaden, the class’s resident troublemaker, didn’t say a word. Marih cringed, ran a hand through her long dark hair, and smoothed the front of her checkered uniform.

 “How long have I been gone?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. Marih seemed to cringe away at the question. “I thought I was only travelling for a week!”

 “Actually,” Marih said, stretching out the word, “you’ve been gone for three months?”

Your mouth fell open. You stared at her for a moment, dumbfounded, before you dug into your pocket and fished out your phone – she was right, it had been exactly three months and a week since you’d left the school to go travelling.

 You groaned. “Oh, I’m going to kill him.”

 By travelling, you meant time travelling and by him you meant the Doctor. The madman in a box that you’d run off with. You had let him turn your life upside down in the best way possible since he dragged you into the TARDIS, with his stupidly gorgeous smile and eyes and – you were getting off topic. Now you were plotting the murder of the man that you would consider to be the most incredible thing that had ever happened to you.

 “Hey, ma’am?” came a soft voice from the front of the room. Karyll, with her tied-back hair and glasses, looked up at you from her seat. “Why are you looking like you’re going to kill someone?”

 “’Cause I am,” you said cheerily, shoving your phone back into your pocket. Oh, you were going to have words with him, and they would most definitely not be nice ones. “Have I missed anything big? Were you nice to my substitute?”

 A collective wave of disagreement swept over the class, and you couldn’t help but let a smile slip onto your face. These were your babies after all, and if you’d really been gone for three months then they were sorely missing their Second Mom.

 Maybe the tears weren’t that much of a surprise after all.

 “Okay, good morning everyone! Now, if we’re still on schedule, and I really hope we are, we should be talking about integers…”

 The late afternoon sun drifted through the curtains of your classroom, filling the room with an almost hazy glow as you sat with your best friends in a haphazard circle of desks. Your kids had all gone home already, and a little pile of flowers and chocolates sat neatly on your shelves, right beside your lesson plan folders.

 Denise leaned forward to look at them, her curly hair falling over her face. She was the elementary students’ science teacher, and was so well-organized it was almost inhuman. She would have liked the planet where everything was arranged alphabetically, you thought.

 “I’m jealous, my students never give me gifts,” she said as she leaned away. “Sis, where have you even been?”

 “Long story,” you replied, and it was. You weren’t sure if you could fit everything you’d been through – travelling through time, going to planets lightyears away, and of course all of the near-death experiences – into a story that you could tell in under an hour, and you weren’t going to try.

 “And you’ve been travelling? By yourself?” Julianne, an arts teacher, raised her eyebrows at you from behind her laptop. “God, that’s lonely. Oh – unless…” Her calm expression morphed into something truly evil in your line of work – mischievousness. “Unless you had someone with you.”

 “I mean –” Oh no, this was going to be hard to get out of. “I mean, I wasn’t alone,” you said, hoping the smile on your face was enough to mask your utter fear. You knew exactly where Julianne was going and you hated it. “I was with someone.”

 “Ooh,” Julianne said, her grin growing so sly it was sending shivers up your spine. “You’ve been gone three months, has anything happened between you and your travel buddy?”

 Heat rushed to your face. If you were a cartoon character steam would be pouring from your ears. “Why would you say something like that?”

 Julianne shrugged. “We’ve been telling you to get a boyfriend for so long. You said you’d be gone a week, and then you disappear for three months… that kinda says something, don’t you think, Denise?”

 “Definitely.” Denise grinned, and you shot her a helpless look.

 “We’re doing this because we love you,” Julianne sang. The light from her laptop was enough to make her look absolutely menacing. “So? Travel buddy? Or more than that?”

 The Doctor wasn’t just a travel buddy, and he was so much more than that – but you hadn’t found the words for what he meant to you, at least not yet. Companion was enough for you and him, but even then, there was a weight to that word. And there was definitely a weight to your partnership, but you wouldn’t call it… dating.

 Julianne simply waggled her perfectly shaped eyebrows at you. You swallowed. You and the Doctor were a long story too, and Julianne wasn’t going to be happy with “maybe” for an answer.

 The words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. “Fine, he’s my boyfriend!”

 I want to crawl into a hole and die was your inner monologue, and your background music was Julianne and Denise’s raucous laughter. I want to crawl into a hole and never have to face the world ever again.

 --

 Smash cut to you, standing nervously in your bedroom, gripping your phone so tightly you were sure it was going to break. Your plans of killing the Doctor for dropping you off late would have to wait. The phone rung once, twice, and you chewed your lip. If he was in the Time Vortex, any version of him could answer the phone and you couldn’t deal with that on top of everything, not today at least –

 “Hello?”

 You heaved a sigh of relief at the sound of the Doctor, your Doctor’s voice. “Help?” you squeaked out.

 “Help?” the Doctor repeated. There was a blaring noise, and then the sound of electricity crackling. Something fizzled and popped, and the Doctor shouted something that sounded like a swear. “Oh, shut it – you – sorry, sorry. You were saying?”

 “Uh, where are you right now? Are you somewhere?” you asked.

 “I’m not somewhere, I’m drifting! Right above Earth, approximately right where you are,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice. It quelled your anxiety somewhat. “I’m doing maintenance. Agh – ow! I think I can see the roof of your house through the clouds, unless that’s someone else’s house. What color is your roof?”

 You giggled. “It’s brown. You’re in the same time as me?”

 “’Course I am,” the Doctor said. You heard the clanging sound of metal being dropped. “I never left.”

 The Doctor liked to run off on his own when you were home and have his own mini-adventures. He liked to come back and say he’d spent his time with alien royalty, or something like that. But instead he was staying put, he was waiting, for you. It made the next part so much harder.

 “I need you to be my boyfriend,” you said quickly, covering your burning face with your free hand.

 “Oh,” the Doctor said simply. Another clang.

 Oh? “Just for a day,” you coughed. “I kind of said that I had a boyfriend, and that he was my travel buddy, and now my friends kind of want to meet you. It’s my grade’s family day tomorrow, maybe you could, uh, show up?”

 “And be your boyfriend,” the Doctor said.

 You nodded, then, “And be my boyfriend. Just for the day. You never have to show up again.”

There was a beat of silence, and for a second you thought the Doctor was going to say no – he had every right to, of course, and you could just lie and say that he couldn’t show up – but the Doctor laughed, cheerful and warm. “Ding-dong! Okay! What time tomorrow? I have to study, I’m a bit rusty in places.”

 Your mouth fell open for the second time in twenty-four hours. “You’re serious?”

 “Very! Any pet name preferences?”

 You groaned loudly, and the Doctor laughed again. “Shut up!”

 “Alright, alright. Guess I’ll have to do my own research.”

 There was another moment of silence, and when the Doctor spoke again, it was much softer, much less playful. His voice almost sounded fond. “Goodnight?”

 “Goodnight, Doctor,” you said softly, and the call cut off with a series of short beeps.

 --

 Was it a surprise that you barely slept at all? You had spent the whole night with your imagination running at full capacity, your mind latching onto every single thought and concept it could come up with. You slipped in and out of sleep, lying still in bed whenever a possibility popped into your head. To say you were nervous was the understatement of the year – but what was a little acting between friends?

 If friends was the right word for it.

 You waited for the Doctor behind the school, leaning against the concrete wall and watching the TARDIS fade into this plane. Wind blew into your face as the TARDIS groaned and wheezed, eventually materializing in front of you.

 “I’m not late, am I?” the Doctor said, sticking his head out of the TARDIS doors. He grinned widely, his hair falling into his face. You grinned back at him and pushed yourself off the wall.

 “You’re early, which is a first,” you said. The Doctor frowned at you, stepped carefully out of the TARDIS, and frowned some more. “Don’t look at me like that.”

 “I think I’ve earned the right to look at you however I’d like,” the Doctor huffed, adjusting his bowtie. He’d ditched the tweed for the day, it seemed, going with a long green coat that annoyingly complimented his eyes. The frown didn’t last very long, though, because he went right back to grinning brightly at you. He held out his elbow in your direction. “Shall we?”

 “Here’s the lucky girl,” Julianne cooed as you walked into the empty canteen. All the tables were pushed aside to make space for all the games you’d be playing – in the corner of your eye, you saw the Doctor light up at the sight of all of the streamers and balloons. “And here’s the lucky boy – oh my god, Denise.”

 “What?” Denise popped up from behind a large speaker, then blanched. “Oh, now I’m double jealous.”

 The Doctor pulled away from you to lightly kiss both of Julianne’s cheeks in greeting. Julianne looked positively starstruck when he stepped back to stand beside you, quickly waving Denise over. Denise had her mouth hanging open, still clutching a microphone in her hands.

 “Hi,” you said, gesturing at the Doctor, “here’s my boyfriend.”

 The Doctor raised his hand and smiled. “Hello! I’m John Smith, lovely to meet you both. You’re my girlfriend’s girl friends, I assume?”

 “Uh –” Denise blinked owlishly. “Yeah, we are.” Then, quietly and to herself, “Holy moly.”

 You couldn’t help but grin at their flabbergasted faces. The Doctor rested his hand on the small of your back, and you leaned into his touch as if it was the most normal thing in the universe. That was enough to make Denise stumble into Julianne, who barely even reacted, as she was still staring wide-eyed at the both of you.

 “I think we caught them off guard,” you said. The Doctor chuckled and leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

 “You did when we met, sweetheart,” the Doctor said smoothly. Sweetheart echoed in your ears and bounced off the walls of your already racing mind. Your heart stuttered in your chest. That was bad.

 “Oh, are we doing charm now?” you asked. “Are you trying to be charming?”

 “I did say I would study,” the Doctor said.

 “You guys are insufferable,” Denise said, but she was beaming at you. “If you could get your hands off of your travel buddy for just a few minutes, I need help with the mics, the families are gonna be here any minute…”

 Her voice trailed off as she walked back to the speaker. You stood on your tiptoes to kiss the Doctor’s cheek, feeling his skin heat up underneath your lips. “See you later.”

 “…See you,” the Doctor echoed, and bent down to kiss your cheek too. He turned on his heel and walked towards the decorations, softly muttering, “Ooh, balloons! Love a good balloon…”

 You stared at him for longer than you should have, watching him poke and prod at the balloons lying on the tables. He put his face very close to one and smiled at his reflection in the plastic. Affection welled up in your chest, and a tiny smile slipped onto your face.

 “Look at you, you’re smiling at him,” Julianne chimed, sidling up to you and nudging your side. “That’s disgusting.”

 “Says the girl who said I needed to get a boyfriend,” you shot back.

 The Doctor went still for a little bit and turned to face you, smiled and winked, then went right back to inspecting balloons. Julianne made a strangled noise, and you made one too. So he was doing charm, and you hated to admit that it was absolutely working on you.  

 “I meant to say disgustingly adorable,” Julianne said. “You’re so lucky.”

 You gave him another glance as you walked away to help Denise with the mics – “help with the mics” was apparently code for “I’m going to tease you more about your new boyfriend”  which wasn’t helped by the fact that every so often, the Doctor would look in your direction and just smile, which was enough to make you stumble over your own words and give Denise more teasing fodder.

 The parents and their kids eventually filed into the canteen and you flipped into Teacher Mode. You stood next to your students, pinched their cheeks and then greeted all of the parents and got everyone ready for the program. (You didn’t notice how the Doctor mirrored you, standing a little far away and watching, a dumb smile on his face.)

 Julianne and Denise were the emcees for the family day, big smiles on their faces as they rounded up everyone for the games. At the mere mention of games, the Doctor was back at your side at an instant, his eyes glittering with excitement.

 “Please don’t destroy the kids,” you pleaded.

 “No promises,” he replied, and then proceeded to destroy the kids in most of the games.

 The first game had Julianne call out for whoever could bring an item of her choice to the table – the Doctor, with his coat that was surely bigger on the inside, had no trouble pulling out whatever was asked. Even when Julianne started to test the waters and ask for increasingly insane items, the Doctor just kept going. He jumped in joy like a little kid at the win, bounding up to you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You’d just blushed and smiled, ignoring the butterflies that were multiplying in your stomach.

 The Doctor holding your hand wasn’t new. The Doctor being close to you wasn’t new. The Doctor being affectionate with you wasn’t new. But now it was all under the guise of being your boyfriend. Of course it felt different, but to your surprise and growing horror, it didn’t feel bad.

 The Doctor shouting your name snapped you out of your thoughts. He was standing on a piece of newspaper as Denise started to get music ready, waving his arms to beckon you over. His coat was gone, thrown onto a nearby table, and even without it he was dashing.

 “I need you over here!” he yelled, still jumping excitedly. His hair bounced up and down with the movement. “I need a partner!”

 You let your feet carry you to him, trying to ignore the stares pointed your way. The Doctor took your hand in his and pulled you onto the newspaper.

 “Stay close,” the Doctor said. “I’ve got this.”

 Loud, thumping music filled the air. The Doctor spun you around and you squealed in surprise, moving your feet clumsily to the music. Suddenly, it stopped, and the Doctor pulled you back onto the newspaper. It was a tight fit, and you had to press yourself against his body to even stay standing. The butterflies in your stomach went crazy at the contact, and once again you tried to ignore that, too.

 “What did I say?” the Doctor breathed, his breath tickling your ear, his smile wide and manic. “Let’s dance!”

 The paper got smaller and smaller, and the two of you got closer and closer. Sweat started to bead on your forehead, and the Doctor had rolled his sleeves up in the middle of all the chaos. In the end, it was just you and another pair of parents, tiptoeing on their own folded pieces of newspaper.

 “I’ve got an idea,” the Doctor said, his voice loud over the music. “When the music stops, jump into my arms.”

 “Seriously?!” you shouted, and the Doctor nodded enthusiastically. “You’ve got the balance of a drunk giraffe! You’ll drop me!”

 “Do you trust me?” the Doctor asked.

 There wasn’t any question. “I do!”

 “Then jump!”

 The music stopped, and in the split second where the Doctor stepped onto the now-tiny folded newspaper, you ran and leapt. For a moment, it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to catch you at all, and in your mind you could already see it – you crashing into him and sending you both tumbling to the floor.

 The Doctor’s arms shot out and caught you. Cheers erupted from everyone in the canteen, and behind you your competitors both lost their balance and fell face-first onto the floor. You wrapped your arms around the Doctor’s neck to steady yourself in his arms, feeling him shake slightly as he kept you aloft.

 “We won!” you gasped, still basking in all of the cheering. “As expected from my lovely boyfriend.”

 The words left your mouth as easily as breathing. You smiled up at the Doctor, breathless from all of the dancing. His skin shone with sweat, his hair was a mess, and his bowtie was askew, but even that was enough to make you throw all caution to the wind – still in his arms, you pulled him down and kissed him.

 Cheers erupted from everyone again, but you could care less. The room could be empty and nothing would have changed. As cliché as it sounded, all the mattered was the feeling of the Doctor’s lips against yours. Your hands found their way into his hair and he melted into your touch, pulling you closer to him.

 “You know,” the Doctor breathed as he pulled away, “I don’t want this to be just for a day.”

 “Good,” you replied. You leaned up to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Because I don’t either.”

#doctor who #doctor who x reader #eleventh doctor x reader #11th doctor x reader #doctor who fanfiction #eleventh doctor fanfiction #oh god i spend too long on the intro for this i'm so sorry

[gabywantsafriend]

Anything For You: Ferris Bueller x Reader

(Kinda my gif??? Idk I found it online but I originally posted it on here)

Requested by anonymous:  ferris bueller realizing he loves the reader maybe?

I’m so sorry it took such a long time to post another imagine! I hope you guys enjoy it :’)

Warning: Swearing

“Adams?” “Here.”

“Adamley?” “Here!”

“Adamowski?” A rather lazy hand was raised, indicating the student’s presence. 

“Adamson?” “Here.”

“Adler?” The response was delayed by a couple of seconds. “Here.”

“Anderson?” Another delayed response. “Anderson?” “Here!” 

“Bueller?” 

Nothing. You quickly scanned the room, he wasn’t there. You hadn’t even noticed that he didn’t walk in that morning. You looked at Cameron and he shrugged. Apparently he didn’t know what Ferris was up to or where he was. “Bueller?” Crickets. “Bueller?” Dead silence. “Bueller?” The teacher’s monotonous voice began to sound like a broken record player. 

You cleared your throat as you tried impersonating the missing troublemaker, letting out a low “Here.” The class snickered, causing your teacher to silence everyone. Turning to you, he huffed. 

“L/n, I know you and Bueller are best friends but you really don’t have to cover for him in his absence. You’ll get your turn in the roll call later, don’t get too excited,” He went on with checking the attendance. You stubbornly sank into your seat, eyeing the vacant one next to you where Ferris was usually sat. What kind of trouble do you have in mind this time?

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Recess rolled in and you were standing at the phone booth just outside of your school. You dialed Ferris’ home number and waited for him to pick up. He was probably out on another one of his spontaneous adventures.

“Hello?” His voice was nasally,  he was always good at playing sick. 

“Oh, cut the crap. Where the hell are you, idiot? This is your tenth absence this semester, you said you didn’t wanna miss school after last time! No wonder your grades are shit! What are you up to now?” You scolded. Skipping class to hang out and be teenagers was fun the first few times. However as it became a habit of Ferris, you wished he could take school more seriously.

“Y/n, calm down. First of all, I could easily hack into the school’s computer system and change my grades,” He coughed. “Second, I’m not kidding this time. I’m actually sick.” You scoffed, muttering a small “yeah right.” 

Of course, you found it hard to believe. You’ve known Ferris Bueller since you were ten. And you knew that it took a lot for him to be ill. 

“Why would I ever lie to you? I’m serious,” he deadpanned. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Alright, I’ll bring today’s assignments for you and I’ll visit you as soon as class ends.” You could practically hear him smile through the phone as he spoke. “Thanks, Y/n. You’re the best.” You bid goodbye as he did the same, both of you putting down the phone.

Well, what do you know. For the first time in a long time, Ferris Bueller was sick.

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You dropped your bike right in front of the Buellers residence and sprinted to the back door. You lifted the rug and took the spare key that Katie Bueller left in case of emergencies or whenever you wanted to visit. You were always welcome. Unlocking the door, you bolted up the steps and stopped in front of the door to your best friend’s room..

“Ferris, you better not be naked. I’m coming in.” 

“Hi, Y/n.” The sight was beyond pitiful: The floor was littered with used tissues. Bottles of medicine decorated his dresser. And on the bed was a very pale boy, sniffling and shivering still even under the many layers of blankets he was covered in. Oh, Ferris.

“You look like shit.” He let out a weak chuckle. “It’s nice seeing you too,” he quipped. You rolled your eyes at his untimely use of sarcasm and pressed the back of your hand to his forehead.

“Jesus, you’re practically steaming,” You commented, getting up to fetch him an ice pack to hopefully lower his temperature. “I’m flattered, Y/n. I really am. But can you keep it in your pants until after I get well?” You were used to his foul-mouthed jokes by now. “Very funny, loser. Now put this on your forehead,” You handed him the cold material and he obeyed, hissing as it touched his skin. 

“Oh, right! I got the homework for you,” you told him, getting your bag and pulling out his books and assessment sheets and laying them on his desk. “I also wrote an extra copy of the notes you missed,” You handed him the pages that you’ve ripped from your notebook where the duplicates were. His eyes, teary from his cold, widened.

“Wha-? But I just asked for you to get today’s assignments! You didn’t have to go an extra mile with taking my notes for me!” He took the papers gratefully, flipping through them. “I’m convinced you’re my guardian angel or some shit! Thank you so much!”

“Anything for you.” 

It was true. You’d gladly and endlessly do anything for him.

You’ve liked Ferris since you first covered for him in fifth grade. 

Young Ferris thought it’d be a good idea to chuck a bouncy ball at Mrs. Ritland, the math teacher you had all despised. Believe it or not, he was an even bigger idiot back when you were ten. She was writing on the chalkboard, back turned to you; the perfect time to strike. The small toy hit the poor lady’s nape. The classroom was suddenly filled with gasps and the sound of laughter. She exclaimed in pain, rage-filled eyes darting from student to student. Before she could even question which delinquent threw the damned thing, you stood up and raised your hand. 

“I did it, Mrs. Ritland!”

Ferris was quick to defend you, chucking another bouncy ball at the woman. “If you even think of punishing her, you’ll have to go through me!”

You were both given a month’s detention and have been inseparable ever since. 

“I’m dying,” He croaked, snapping you out of your daydream.

“Oh, please. You’re not dying. You just can’t think of anything good to do!” You quoted him. “Didn’t you say that yourself?” 

He groaned, “Yes, I did say that myself. But now isn’t the time. I’m really not feeling well, Y/n.”

“Nonsense! It helped Cameron last time, he felt great afterwards.” You got off the bed, trying to pull him up with you. Instead, he snuggled deeper into the covers. “Aww, come on! Get up on your feet, mister! What do you feel like doing today? The weather’s lovely! Maybe we can go swimming? Or perhaps you’d like to go to the arcade? Ooh, street food sounds good! Just tell me where you wanna go, and I’ll take you there!” You coaxed excitedly.

“As much as I love our adventures, I was thinking maybe we could just stay here? You know, we could talk for a while and we can take a nap together just like when we were kids. And when I’m feeling better, we could watch a movie,” Ferris spoke softly, sniffling right after. You hummed, considering his offer.

“You can stay here and rest. I can get us some corn dogs from the stand nearby, I’ll be quick I promi-”

“No, no, you missed my point,” he shook his head, grinning at your stubbornness. “I meant can you stay? We don’t have to go anywhere. I enjoy your company, it’s more than enough,” He pulled the blankets to his nose, hiding his bashful smile as well as his growing blush. You were sure you would have melted then and there.

“Sure thing. Ferris.” You adored this boy.

It had been an hour since you’d agreed to stay in with Ferris and you were seated at his desk, tutoring him about trigonometric functions, a lesson he missed that day. He was reading the notes on the topic, following along with what you were saying. “Okay, I found this to be quite easy. So, we start off with the basics: sine, cosine, and tangent-”

At least, that’s what it looked like.

At first glance, it seemed as though he was actually studying. But what you didn’t know was that he had been admiring your handwriting and your little doodles on the blank spaces of the paper. 

See, Ferris liked you. He’s liked you since forever ago. He remembered the moment so vividly, as if it only happened yesterday. 

“I did it, Mrs. Ritland!”

He looked at you and thought, “Wow, that is the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” Obviously, he couldn’t let a pretty girl such as you take the blame for what a stupid boy such as him had done. It just wasn’t fair to you. So he immediately admitted that it was his fault, as he should.

He felt guilty that you had to get wrapped up in this mess and had to suffer the consequences. To make up for it, every time you had detention, he would take you to secret hideouts around the school. That two months of running around school trying not to get caught marked your first of soon-to-be-many adventures. 

And now here you were, almost eight years later, helping him solve for x. His eyes softened at how into it you were while teaching him. You were even more beautiful than when you were a kid, just when his younger self thought you couldn’t get any more stunning. 

He thought about how you were kind enough to fill him in on everything he’d missed; how as soon as class was dismissed, you biked as quickly as you could just to take care of him. You could have easily ditched him to go out and get those corn dogs you’ve been craving; or you could have easily gone out for a walk since, according to you, “the weather’s lovely.” 

But you didn’t. 

You stayed. 

The mere thought of that, along with everything about you, caused his heart to pound out of his chest. 

I think I’m in love with her. Fuck that. I am in love with her.

“...And that explains why sine 90° is equivalent to 1. What the-? Ferris Bueller, are you even listening?” You waved a hand in front of his face, still not responding. He looked as if his mind was somewhere completely different. “Hello? Earth to Ferris?” He blinked a few times, shaking his head. He whispered something you didn’t quite catch. “What?” He whispered again. “I can’t hear you, pal. Speak up.” 

“I love you. There, I said it.” You were at a loss for words as your eyes met. Both of you progressively got redder by the second.

“What in the right mind made you say that?” Confusion was evident in your voice, as well as nervousness. 

“I’ve loved you for a while now and when you dropped everything to visit me today, I realized how deep I’ve fallen,” Ferris bashfully stated. He could be cheesy at times but you thought it was cute.

“Woah, you are such a fucking sap,” You both burst into laughter, him scoffing and clutching his chest in mock offense. “I love you too, you dingus.”

His heart fluttered as you said it. The mix of his sickness and your confession made him lightheaded. You plopped down on his bed, hugging him tightly. “Wait, what are you doing? You’re too close, I’m gonna get you sick!” He asked as you kissed his nose. 

You got under the covers with him, rolling your eyes, “You think I still care? I fucking love you for Christ’s sake!” You made him laugh at that. “How about that nap you suggested earlier, hmm?”

He closed his eyes, the biggest grin still plastered on his face. “She loves me,” being the last thought in his head before contently falling asleep.

#80s #80s movies #ferris bueller's day off #ferris bueller x reader #ferris bueller imagine #imagine #ferris bueller #ferris beuller

[bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture]

Hmm, still thinking about character profiles… might try and do something with that after this arc, since I didn’t do it before the USJ arc. Or maybe I should wait until after the Sports Festival? I suppose I’ll have to wait and see if I have enough material…

Still, it does feel weird to try and do character profiles when there are other ones out there that are so much more detailed and really dig into things. I mean, it can’t necessarily hurt for me to do, but it’d also push back the chapters even further when I just want to get caught up, so… bleh.

Anyways, chapter.

[No. 16 - Know Your Enemies]

First off, Mineta, why. Just. Sigh. 

Our first panel has izuku and Tsuyu wading towards the edge of the water, Izuku cradling his broken finger while Tsuyu drags Mineta along. Long and short, Mineta says the villains will be stuck together all day. Izuku is muttering about how lucky they were, because that move was a real gamble, and if the villains had been smart, a few of them would have been hidden under the water. He can guess they weren’t thinking ahead, but they still need to be careful…

Tsuyu tells him to stop, since what he’s muttering about is scary. She then asks him what they should do now. Izuku determines that their top priority is calling for help, and that if possible, they should follow the shoreline and make for the exit, avoiding the plaza altogether. (Meanwhile, Tsuyu asks if Izuku’s okay, which he confirms even while wincing over his injury.) Izuku’s narration recounts that their first battle ended in a win, but that he’d made a deadly wrong assumption. 

Huh. Izuku is using his elbow pad as a temporary compress for his broken finger. Interesting.

Tsuyu accepts Izuku’s plan, and then notes that Aizawa is drawing a large number of villains to the plaza. Izuku is worried about their teacher, noting that there’s too many enemies. Of course, Eraserhead is holding his own out there, but it’s too much for him, and that he had to know that, but jumped in to protect the class anyways.

Mineta think Izuku is planning something stupid (which I mean, rude but fair) while Tsuyu gives a neutral ribbit. Izuku clarifies that he isn’t saying they should dive right into the fight - just that they watch for an opening and do what they can to lighten their teacher’s load. The narration from above finishes with an ominous statement - thinking that they stood a chance against those enemies was a grave miscalculation.

Then we get an overview of the USJ and where everyone was sent, serving as the ‘cover page’ for the chapter. 

Interestingly, neither Aoyama or Hagakure have a confirmed location, though I am aware that Hagakure later states she was in the same zone as Shouto. And Shouji… oh, poor Shouji…

Can’t believe my good hugs boy was slandered like this… damn you Viz…

Not to mention the disrespect to our goddess Yaomomo… when will it end...

Next up, we get to see Shouto being casually intimidating. He exhales a chilled breath as his shoulder starts to steam, musing about the villains’ divide and conquer strategy. He then notes with a half-hearted preemptive apology that it’s hard to see the villains who were in the landslide zone as any more than thugs with quirks they can’t even handle. 

Jesus christ where does his ice end.

Shouto approaches the closest villain - perhaps the leader of that squad - his boots crunching in the ice as his left side continues to steam. The squad leader(?) calls him a bastard and complains how he reacted the second he was warped there, as well as wonders if he’s really just a kid before complaining about the pain from the frostbite of the ice.

Shouto briefly flashes back to Shigaraki mentioning how they brought along so many playmates (which I guess confirms that Jirou and/or Shouji forwarded some of what the villains were saying down in the plaza because otherwise there’s no way they should have heard from that distance.) He thinks about how the villains want to kill All Might, and and first, they’d all seemed elite, so they could use their numbers to overwhelm him. But taking a closer look, the pawns are only there for the kids, nothing but a gang of low-level cannon fodder. As far as he can tell, there are only about four or five really dangerous individuals there.

He then sits down(!!!) as he gets the villains’ attention, noting that at the rate they’re going, their skin will rot away from frostbite. The villains are alarm, but Shouto continues on, explaining that he’s trying to become a hero, and that heroes don’t do such horrible things. As he thinks about what he needs to do next, he asks the villains what makes them think they can kill All Might, and to tell him their plan.

Shouto, my man, that is a power move and a half right there, I cannot believe he actually sits down and makes them talk to him like an unruly class of students or sommat. Just, fucking hell, I don’t even know if he realizes how effectively he just asserted his dominance.

Our next scene shift (and the last for this post) is over to Yaomomo, Jirou, and Kaminari in the mountain zone, surrounded by enemies. 

Pick your fighter. I’m Birb Dude. 

A lot of those enemies have weapons of zome kind and are overall fairly intimidating, though there’s also this one fucker-

I’m sorry I just cannot take this one seriously, what the FUCK is that. There’s certainly some other questionable villains in this mess, but that one just. What.

Anyways. Kaminari just dodges a heavy punch from the big villain with the weird helmet on. He yelps as he gets closer to the girls and gets into formation (back to back to back), complaining about his whole life flashing before his eyes and asking who the hell those guys are and what they’re doing there. Jirou tells him to worry about that later, with Yaomomo stating they need to figure out how to get away from that mob. 

Jirou asks Kaminari to confirm he’s a ‘lightning guy��, and then tells him to just fry them all to a crisp. While she’s holding a presumably metal sword. Yeah no, I can’t see anything wrong with that plan. Kaminari is offended because why wasn’t she paying attention when were partners during the battle training? 

He then goes on to explain that he can only cover himself in electricity (so he wants a weapon), then goes on to say that he can discharge it, but he can’t control it - he’d hit them as well! Kind of like Todoroki’s power. He also states that he’s still trying to call for help, but his special transceiver is being jammed. He then finishes with the statement that they can’t rely on him, so he’s relying on them, giving a thumbs up with a bit of zap coming off of it.

Jirou grumbles about how he blabs a lot for a guy, then turns and kicks him into the crowd of villains, telling him to be a human stun gun. Kaminari yelps in disbelief at the betrayal, smacking right into the huge villain who almost punched him before and giving the guy a real good zap. Jirou is unimpressed as Kaminari realizes that the adhoc plan actually worked, and that the two can in fact rely on him after all. Jirou notes that that was easy.

Two other villains move to go after Kaminari, who is STILL somehow zapping the guy (how is that villain not dead yet??), with the rock fisted guy aiming a massive bouldery fist at a scared Kaminari. However, right before it hits, it gets cracked open by some kind of soundsave, leaving the villain’s unprotected fist to land right in Kaminari’s face and get them brutally zapped as well.

The boar-masked villain with knives tries to leap in, but a net shot from seemingly nowhere catches him mid-air and sends him falling to the ground caught up in it. We see right after that it was shot from Yaomomo’s right forearm / elbow, all while she’s blocking another strike from a different villain with her staff. She tells Jirou and Kaminari to get serious, with Jirou apologizing as she lifts her short sword again. 

Jirou unplugs her ear jack from the speaker in her right boot, the jack retracting to normal length as she notes that she had a good plan, but Kaminari… (something? IDK. I guess he’s in the way? Or she wasn’t expecting his quirk limitations?)

We get her full name - Jirou Kyoka - and a description of her quirk, Earphone Jack.

We also get to see her use her quirk without the speakers, directing one of those amplified heartbeats as a direct attack at some of the villains, who hold their hears as they shout from the pain. Jirou blocks another up-close sword attack with her own short sword, nothing that in her costume request, she asked for a way to focus her sound in one direction.

A question about her costume, like. Why are the speakers in her boots? I mean, I know her costume needed speakers to direct her quirk, but why not go for something like Present Mic’s costume where she could have the speakers on her shoulders and so a lot closer to her quirk???

Yeah, I need to try and keep remembering that these are first draft costumes made by fifteen year olds and not meant to be used in the field / against villains yet. Sometimes I am a dumb. Thank you discord for knocking my head straight.

Moving on, we get Yaomomo kicking another villain back as she states that ‘it’s ready’, which confuses Jirou and I guess the villains as well. The villain she kicked stumbles back as Yaomomo crouches over, her back starting to bulge as she notes that it took some time, what with it being a larger object. The back of her costume tears open in a fairly gruesome-seeming image, only for the next panel to reveal it’s some kind of huge sheet that shoot out over her and Jirou’s heads before coming down to completely cover them both.

The villains are confused about the sheet, asking if the kids are trying to shield themselves. Meanwhile, Kaminari seems done shocking the other villains, stumbling as others start to run at him with their weapons or hands poised to strike. Momo clarifies that the sheet is a 100 mm thick insulation sheet, then tells Kaminari ‘now.’ Kaminari, nose bloody, realizes her plan and let her know that. He lifts his arms, telling the villains that he’s actually super strong before bringing them down and fully unleashing his quirk, zapping all of them at once.

Pikachu, use Thunder!

As the quirk wears off, we see all the villains are in no condition to keep fighting. Smoke rises from the insulated sheet as Yaomomo lifts the edge, noting that now that that is handled, she’s worried about the others, so they need to hurry up and regroup. Jirou is flustered as she points out Yaomomo’s wardrobe malfunction (which I will not be sharing here), while Yaomomo calmly replies she can make more clothes. We also get a blurb on Yaomomo’s quirk:

As well as probably one of the most important things that Bones cut out for some stupid reason: belly rolls!

Yes, Yaomomo actually has a healthy weight in the manga. I mean, all the girls do, but still. Why do animes just ruin this stuff. 

Anyways, our last two panels of the page and this half of the chapter show Kaminari totally brain dead as he cheers, with another blurb about his quirk:

Behind all three of them, we see a fist smashing up out of the ground, showing that someone managed to dodge that super-attack after all…

Anyways, that’s a wrap for now. Next time is all Aizawa and Shigaraki, and that’s gonna be… messy. See y’all then!

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #chapter 16 #usj arc #readthrough #midoriya izuku #asui tsuyu #mineta minoru #todoroki shouto #Yaoyorozu Momo #jirou kyoka #kaminari denki #whoo boy a lot of action in here #and all the kids being pretty cool #yaomomo our goddess proving she deserves the no. 1 hero spot #i should just make that a tag for her #she carries the entire damn class on her back #long post #sorry I got a bit into this chapter hahaha #should just tag all of these with long post tbh #then again people following this blog should accept the long posts for what they are

[koreanmadeingreece]

Why, why, why (7,8)

University student!Yuta x reader

Genre: slight enemies to lovers au, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and several mixups

Summary: You just got into uni and decided to move in with your childhood friend!Taeyong at the city where you are going to study. As you’re about to start your new, adult life, you meet his friends, and you realize that not everyone likes you. Nakamoto Yuta in particular almost seems like he hates you.

A/N: In this fic, Jonghyun from NU’EST appears for a while (just to avoid confusion). ALSO I’M AN IDIOT AND I DIDN’T POST AGAIN SOOOO HERE ARE TWO CHAPTERS AHAHAHH HELP.

Warnings: n/a (just a liiiittle bit of making out but seriously nothing, also several fu and shi words hahah)

Word count: 2.6K

Parts 7 and 8/11 (I think) First / Previous / Next

Taglist: @melitadala @chxotickpoptrash @aiforyuu @fineapplehoe (let me know if you’d like to be tagged!)

You had classes, and you also had work to do. You had to spend the next week or two studying for a bit, sometimes stealing some time to see Jonghyun, but other than that, you had developed the habit of going to your local coffee shop with Chan, BamBam, and Yugyeom to study. You spent most of your afternoons like that, as the professors had already started giving you more homework than you could handle. Sometimes you’d stop by Jonghyun’s work and he’d give you your favorite coffee, which you gladly accepted.

You still hadn’t seen Yuta after that night. Maybe you’d run across him at uni or you’d see him leaving your house at night when you came back, but nothing solid. Every time you’d see him, he’d wave at you, which was still progress, but you had to see him. You wanted to talk to him, and you had to make it happen. So, one day, you met him at the entrance of your apartment building.

“Oh, hey, you were with Taeyong?”

“Yeah, he wanted me to help him with some choreos he had to practice.” He answered.

“Oh god, poor neighbors!” you said with a dramatic voice and he laughed. “Good, you’re warming up to me!” you couldn’t help but say.

“Yeah, you can say that.” He said, but you could see he still felt kind of awkward.

“So, do you want to go out with me tomorrow?” you asked.

“Yeah, what time do you get off class?”

“Uh, around 6. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah, maybe I can come pick you up?” he asked. During the entire conversation, you couldn’t help but think how awkward he seemed. He wasn’t stiff or moody like when you’d first met him. He had warmed up to you, and you were happy to enjoy the progress you’d made. You couldn’t wait to tell Taeyong all about this.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you said, and went for a bold move. Yes, you usually were a hugger, but with this one you could never know. So, you just went for it. He didn’t see it coming of course, and his entire body stiffened for a few seconds, until he finally let loose and hugged you back. It was only for a moment, but you felt close to him in a way. “Goodnight, Yuta.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

~ ☼ ~

As you went inside your apartment, you immediately started yelling to Taeyong. “Hey, you’re not going to believe what just happened. Where are you, I need to tell you what Yuta and I just said,” you shouted, when you saw the balcony door open, and someone enter. You saw Taeyong, but also that he wasn’t alone. He clearly gave you the shut-up look, which you didn’t understand at first, but soon realized it was necessary, as a second figure entered the apartment.

“Jonghyun, hi!” fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. “When did you get here?”

“Hi, Y/N. I got here a few minutes ago. You usually come back around this hour, so I thought I’d surprise you. If you’re too tired, I can always leave, but I knew you had a lot of work to do these days and I just wanted to cheer you up,” he said.

You paused, not knowing what to do. Had he seen everything that just went down between Yuta and you? “Oh my god, you’re so sweet! Yes, I’d love it if you stayed, if Taeyong doesn’t mind of course.”

“Don’t mind me, I was just going to stay and dance for a while anyway,” Taeyong reassured you, still giving you that intense look.

“Then, that’s great! Oh, and I saw Yuta too. He was here a few minutes ago. You barely missed him.”

“Oh, well, it’s alright. He’s usually with Taeyong so I can greet him another day,” you replied. “Why don’t you go to my room for a second and I’ll be right there.” He nodded and left the living room.

“Ok, what’s going on?” Taeyong asked you.

“That’s what I was coming to tell you!” you whispered. “I’ll go out with Yuta tomorrow to reconcile and I really don’t know how you guys didn’t see everything from the balcony. I lost my shit when I saw you there!”

“That’s why I’ve been looking at you like that! I saw everything! But he didn’t. He was sitting on the opposite side of the table, don’t worry. I kept talking to him so that he couldn’t hear anything either, but that means I had no clue what you said. I just saw him like that and then you hugged him and what in the absolute fuck is going on, Y/N?” you knew Taeyong was infuriated but also extremely confused, but you didn’t know what to tell him either.

“I don’t know, he was just so nice and accepting today. He even offered to pick me up tomorrow from uni! So, I just…hugged him? Does that make any sense?” you wondered.

“No, but we won’t talk about this right now. You have a man inside your room!”

Fuck. He was right. You left your stuff in the living room and went inside, only to find Jonghyun looking through stuff on your desk.

“I promise I wasn’t snooping,” he laughed.

“I know. There’s nothing to find anyway, really. I mean, besides some embarrassing photos of school parties I guess.” You joked around, not knowing what to do in a situation like this.

“Well, you’ll show me those one day.” He smirked. “Should we put some music on?”

“Yeah, feel free to put whatever you want.” He took out his phone and found a chill playlist. “You like Dean, I see.”

“You know him? Ah, none of my friends listen to him.” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, he’s one of my favorite singers.” You smiled. You couldn’t help but think how good he looked, awkwardly looking at the stuff in your room. This was your space, and he was fully aware of it. Sometimes you admired how much of a gentleman he was, but that night, you had to blow off some steam. Especially with the way he was dressed that night, you couldn’t resist. He was wearing a grey shirt with a black t-shirt underneath, and tight black pants. This classic but stunning look drove you crazy, and your desire to kiss him grew stronger. In the end, you approached him, pressing your lips against his, driving him closer to the bed.

“Agressive, aren’t we today?” he broke the kiss only for a second, then dove right back.

“Only for the right reasons,” you said, and gently pushed him onto the bed. You climbed on top of him, kissing him all over his neck. You didn’t know what had gotten into you that night, but he was more than eager to follow. He gently slided his hands below the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it over your hands, revealing your bra. You knew where this was going, and with your emotional state at that moment you had no clue if it was the best time for it. You pushed away those thoughts and started unbuttoning his shirt, then took off his t-shirt as well, leaving him shirtless in your room. The sight of him was angelic, the way his body was pressed so close to you was euphoric, yet all you could think about was the demon inside your head – Yuta.  

You mentally slapped yourself and brought your mind back to the moment you were currently living, which was a shirtless Jonghyun right underneath you.

“Wait, Y/N, as much as I love seeing you shirtless, we have to stop,” he said. “We’ve known each other for a few weeks, and also, Taeyong is in the next room!” he laughed.

“You’re right,” you chuckled. You didn’t know if you wanted to ignore his comment and continue what you were doing or take this as an excuse to not do anything that night. You were confused as hell. You laid down next to him and wrapped your hand around his stomach, taking the time to relax and cuddle for a while until he had to go. He had class the next day, and so did you.

Well, for you it was more than just class. You had to mentally prepare yourself to spend the afternoon with Yuta.

When Jonghyun left, you were one hundred percent ready to text everything to Chan. You immediately took your phone and sat on the couch. It was already past 10:30, and Taeyong was feeling a bit tired, so he headed to bed.

You: HELP. I’m going out with Yuta tomorrow. Also I found Jonghyun here when I came back and right after I hugged Yuta at the entrance. He didn’t see it bc he was with Taeyong but after that we made out and all I could think about is tomorrow.

Chan: Wait.

Chan: Hold on.

Chan: I’ll just ignore the very sweet fact that Jonghyun came to surprise you and focus on the fact that you were making out with him and thinking about Yuta.

Chan: Y/N, what the fuck.

You: I have no clue.

You: I don’t know what’s going on. I think that in my effort to reconcile with him things got a bit…messy? Idk. Now I’m more interested in being in good terms with him rather than my own boyfriend? That doesn’t even make any sense.

Chan: You do realize this is seriously messed up, right?

You: Yeah, I mean

You: Wait, doorbell

Chan: Wait

Chan: No

Chan: Y/N you’d better come straight back and fill me in!

You looked through the peephole and saw Yuta again. What was he doing there that late? You opened the door and saw the flustered look on his face when he saw it was you.

“Hi. What’s going on?”

“Uh, I forgot my charger and I don’t have a second one and I’d be without a phone if I didn’t come get it. Sorry about that.”

“Oh, come in. Where did you leave it? I hope it’s not in Taeyong’s room because he’s already asleep,” you joked.

“No, it’s right here on the coffee table. Thanks.” He grabbed it and turned around to leave, but you had a different idea in mind. Not even knowing what had gotten into you, you immediately stopped him.

“Hey, um, if you don’t have an early class tomorrow morning, you can stay for a while. Taeyong’s asleep but we can hang out if you’re up for it,” you suggested.

Shocked at your suggestion, Yuta stood close to the door for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. “Are you sure?”

“I mean, I don’t have an early class tomorrow and I can’t sleep yet anyway. Only if you’re ok with it of course.” You were calmer than ever. You knew this could end up being very wrong, with either one of you getting brutally stabbed after a huge fight, but you were willing to take the risk. “But we should go outside if we don’t want to wake Taeyong up.”

“Sure.”

You grabbed your phone and sent Chan a quick text.

You: Yuta’s here. We’re going to hang out. Crap. I’ll tell you later.

Chan: Wtf Y/N come back

Chan: No don’t leave me like this!

Chan: Fuck I need the details and you’re giving them to me tomorrow in class

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You followed him outside and sat next to him, facing the road. You had to admit that Taeyong had found you a house with a great balcony view. You grabbed your jacket and brought him one of Taeyong’s, as it was late, and it had started getting cold.

“Thanks,” he said and put it on. It fit surprisingly well with his other clothes, a black tank top and grey sweatpants. He seemed oddly attractive even in this simple clothing that he probably didn’t even realize anyone would see when he left his house to come back to yours.

“It looks good on you. You should steal it from Taeyong. He’ll probably let you have it anyway.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, the man’s ready to do whatever you say. He really loves you, you know.” You reassured him.

“No, do you think I’m attractive?” he asked, and you honestly didn’t know what to say. He was attractive as hell, but it wasn’t really the best way to phrase it.

“Yeah, I do.” You paused and saw a smirk form on his lips, even though he tried to hide it. You liked the feeling of making him smile, so you decided to keep it up. “I think I’d have hit on you if we hadn’t been fighting when we first met.” It was kind of a bold move, and you knew it. But there wasn’t anything stopping you, since he knew you had a boyfriend, and you had already told him that you found him attractive.

“Wait, really?” He turned to you wide-eyed.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“And you’re saying this so casually?”  

“I guess so. I’m usually not that bold, but you were the one who asked.” You paused. “I could lie to you next time, maybe tell you that you’re barely noticeable. And you know it’s not true.”

“Well, if you put it that way,” he chuckled.

“And the jacket definitely helps. You should steal it. You put up with Taeyong’s craziness, so you deserve it.”

“That’s true. You can’t believe how nuts he was the first two years. Now he has more homework and more difficult practice sessions, so it’s not like he has the energy to be like he was when he first got here. Sometimes I thought he’d explode,” he said.

“I know exactly what you mean. You should’ve seen him in his last year of high school. He was barely manageable. His mom was going crazy, and my mom practically put everything away when he stayed over.”

“It sounds like you had a lot of fun though.”

“Yeah, those were quite memorable times. We were both very young though.” You smiled, as you had gotten nostalgic after bringing back all those memories.

“You’re still young. It’s your first year of uni, Y/N.” He laughed.

“True, but you’re only two years older than me. You’re not that much older.”

He was about to second guess you and get all defensive towards you, but at the last minute he just agreed. “You’re right.”

At about that point, both of you had stopped staring at the road and had started looking at each other. The conversation had dragged you both into a light-headed state that you couldn’t exactly describe, but it was a pleasant feeling that you didn’t want to let go.

After a few seconds of silence, you heard him say the words that would change everything. “Everyone deserves to be young and foolish every once in a while.”

With those words, you started leaning closer and closer to each other, unable to pull away. Your lips were merely a few centimeters apart from each other when the balcony door opened.

“What are you guys doing up so late?” Taeyong was barely awake, wrapped up in a blanket, but he was staring at you.

“Oh hi, Taeyong, I thought you had gone to bed!” you exclaimed.

“Yeah, I just wanted some water. I’ll go right back to sleep. You should sleep too, guys. It’s almost 12,” he said, and went right back in. You realized he hadn’t seen or heard whatever was going on between Yuta and you, which was definitely a relief, but now you had to face Yuta.

“Uh, he’s right. I have to go.” He immediately got up and grabbed his stuff, leaving you speechless on the balcony. After staying like that for a few minutes, you realized he had forgotten his charger again, and this time he was definitely not coming back to get it.

#yuta x reader #yuta x you #yuta headcanons #yuta angst #yuta fluff #nakamoto yuta x reader #nakamoto yuta x you #nakamoto yuta angst #nakamoto yuta fluff #nakamoto yuta headcanons #nakamoto yuta fanfic #nct yuta x reader #nct yuta x you #nct yuta headcanon #nct yuta fanfic #nct yuta angst #nct yuta fluff #yuta #nakamoto yuta #nct yuta #kpop #fanfic

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True Mind, True Heart

Act 1 Chapter 2 (Part 1)

Title: True Mind, True Heart: Act 1 Chapter 2 (Part 1) About 5.7k words Pairing: Zuko x OC (or reader idk, mind you this is like a mega slow burn fanfic so i hope you’re okay with thaaaaat). I don’t own Avatar or the character’s except my OC. Rating: PG, maybe some 13 later on Warning: Mean Zuko, uuuuuh i think that’s it. A/N: I’m so sorry for the majorly late update! I’m doing my best I have a lot planned for this story and I plan to finish this, I hope you guys will follow Lila’s journey with me! :) <3.  I apologize if the fight scenes are choppy and unclear, I’ve never written or broke down a fight scene in writing before. I might go back and fix this later. Tomorrow I’ll post part 2. Anyway without further adieu enjoy the read :)

|Prologue| 1 | 2 part 1 | 2 part 2

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Act 1: Salvation

The sunset was quite a breathtaking sight to see if someone were to take the time to stop and stare. With the sun warm and low on the horizon, lovely rays of orange light sprawled softly across the sky, creating pink orange and yellow hues. A gradient of shades, begging to be admired. The white clouds that slowly rolled by basked in the mix of colors as they too took some of the sun’s golden tinge. Of course, no one was around to witness this natural piece of art since everyone was busy going about their business, especially on Prince Zuko’s ship.

For hours Lila sat silently in her dingy quarters, no hitch detected in her breathing. Quiet and still like a swamp with dark murky water. Untouched and motionless. Ever since Prince Zuko’s morning lessons, no one’s asked for Lila’s assistance with anything, so, for the remainder of the day, she’s been in her room.

If anyone, say Iroh, were to see her meditating, they would’ve thought she looked exactly like prince Zuko during his meditation sessions. Mimicking what she remembered the night she brought him his dinner Lila sat with her back straight, eyes closed, accompanied by nothing except deep breathing. Even though she imitated the prince’s form and tried to follow Iroh’s teachings from this morning’s lesson, it was like there was a block between her and her element. Like her fingertips would come so close to grazing that certain feeling but were still out of reach from fully grasping it. No matter how hard she’d concentrate to connect with that energy lying dormant inside her, nothing worked.

But finally, after sitting on the uncomfortable floor for who knows how long, Lila began to feel an inkling of that same euphoric peace build within her body again. It was similar to what she felt earlier above deck but slightly different. It was softer, less…magnetic as it ebbed the presence of her emotions away. Specifically, impatience and frustration when lieutenant Jee came knocking and interrupted her a while ago.

With meticulous breaths, Lila drew a smooth inhale in through her nose, filling her lungs, traveling down, expanding her belly, and gently expelled the air from her mouth, the water in her cup rippling in sync. Her heart maintained tempo with her breathing, which was strong and consistent as each beat pulsed through her being.

Though her body was at ease, patience evaded Lila’s mind, blinding her progress as she huffed in irritation. Eyes still closed she shifted her bottom for the umpteenth time. Soft like a feather but sharp like a beak, she drew another breath in, doing her best to maintain what little connection she felt with her element while keeping her frustrations at bay. Just when she was about to exhale, that breath turned into a yelp when a loud boom exploded from beyond the ship.

Like the snap of a rubber band, Lila’s concentration was broken yet again as her eyes flew open. With a start, the sudden noise made Lila jump and pull a small amount of water, which she didn’t notice as she stood up in alarm. Confusion and fear clouded her as she listened for what could’ve possibly made a noise that loud. It sounded like a flare, but Lila wasn’t so sure. “Is it an ambush?...No it couldn’t be; we haven’t had any problems or run-ins with anyone for a long while.”

Lila’s thoughts were going in circles as she rushed to her drawer to grab a fresh piece of cloth she cut up weeks before, tied it over her marred eye before reluctantly opening the door. Silently, a tawny-colored iris peeped down the metal hallways, no benders or guards in sight. However, even if they weren’t down below they might’ve already been above deck when whatever it was went off.

Noiselessly and carefully, with nimble steps like an alley cat, Lila crept through the corridors and up the familiar set of stairs. Mangled fingernails trailed along the metal wall to aid her lack of sight. Once Lila climbed up to the main deck and felt fresh air ruffle the fallen curls from her bun, Lila’s suspicions were confirmed. A bright naval flare signal was falling far out in the snowy distance. She watched, her good eye following its downward path, musing to herself, “Where did it come from though?”

Noticing the absence of prince Zuko, Uncle Iroh, and their men who were usually out and about above deck around this time, Lila glanced around the empty ship then turned to the command tower. Squinting her good eye Lila’s gaze raked up the length of it and stopped at the observation deck’s balcony. As clear as the golden sky she caught sight of the Prince. Half of his scarred face obscured as he peered through the telescope attached to the railing in front of him. Although she couldn’t see gauge what he was feeling, she was certain he figured out what or who signaled that flare and was already directing his next course of action.

When suddenly that same foreboding sensation from before when they first saw the beam of light, roiled around her chest and stomach, leaving Lila uneasy. Why? Well, she didn’t know what to expect. Was it the avatar? A false alarm? She didn’t know and not knowing left a nasty taste in her mouth.

After Prince Zuko finished barking orders at his men, solar colored eyes caught a glimpse of the curly-haired servant below seconds before he continued looking through the telescope. The girl stood by herself with half her face covered, the setting sun illuminating her tanned skin, and looked up at him with -what he could detect- nervousness. Prince Zuko didn’t know as to why nor did he care. The entirety of his focus on capturing the Avatar.

A brown eye fluttered as Lila snapped from her thoughts. Hurriedly she turned and hastened down below to the kitchen. She knew now was not the time to get distracted from her work. Earlier the chef told her he was ill and asked Lila to fill in for him tonight. She agreed though something told her he was lying. Through the maze of corridors and staircases, a passing conversation of a few men could be heard as they rushed by.

One man bumped her shoulder as he hissed, “hurry, we have to dress the Prince, the Avatar’s hiding place has been found. We’re going to the southern water tribe.”

Lila’s eye widened as her breath hitched at the mention of her mother’s sister tribe. If the Avatar is truly alive and has been hiding there for the past hundred years…worry gripped her heart over the safety of the tribes' native people. Although prince Zuko hasn’t engaged in many battles with other ships or neighboring nations, the Fire Lord’s son was a wildly stubborn and determined boy who’d stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Lila didn’t doubt he’d probably leave a trail of chaos in his wake with no regard for the consequences or how it’d affect the lives of others.

Once she entered the empty kitchen Lila rolled her sleeves up and got to preparing dinner, the red dye of her uniform reminding her of the clothes she wore as a child in the palace. As she cooked, she blinked back thoughts she knew all too well. Red uniform

Screams of fear echoing in the palace gardens

A girl in royal garbs

“You’re useless.” ... “Holy-ow!”

A sudden stinging pain roughly pulled Lila from the haze of old memories. In her stupor, Lila didn’t notice how close the knife was while cutting the spring unions and managed to slice her pointer finger. Quickly, the girl staggered away from the kitchen counter, removing the steaming pots and pans with her uninjured hand, and flitted about the kitchen looking for anything to stop the bleeding. She checked all the drawers, cabinets, and pantries as bright red blood continued to ooze over her finger and onto her hand. The throbbing and stinging continued to intensify making Lila bite her lip in pain as she tucked her finger beneath her thumb. Unable to find any clean rags or towels-

“My eye cloth…”

A tug on her heart stopped her search momentarily.

To her, that cloth was like a barricade of some sort to Lila. Sheltering the small girl from being reminded of it…the day she lost-

In summary, her eye patch was the only thing that blocked out the reality of what happened that day. Regardless of how vulnerable she felt without the cloth now was not the time or the place to start feeling insecure or hesitant, she knew that. There was work to be done; rice and meat filleting.

With the cleaning basins for the dishes nearby Lila went toward it to clean her finger and avoid food contamination. It should’ve been cleaned and refilled now that it was close to dinner time. Ready to dunk her hand in the water and wash her bloodied wound she stopped abruptly. The whole bucket was still dirty from lunchtime. Bits and pieces of rice, chicken, and other scraps floated about in the water. With a rough sigh and a curl of a plump lip, Lila closed her eye for a moment.

“I can’t catch a break,” she groaned lowly. Never again was she going to fill in for the chef.

Still, she was a servant…what could she do? Nothing. Before she could change her mind, Lila briskly grabbed the knot of the cloth from behind her head and pulled it free, a few strands of curls ripping from her bun. The milky white of her blinded eye on full display, free of any covering but chained to inhibition. Gloomy hands of her past groped and reached for Lila, but she slapped their searching palms away as she began wrapping her wound. Gentle but sure fingers tied the end of her cloth into a firm knot and she inspected her handiwork with a wistful smile. The memory of her mother’s soft hands dressing the wounds of a child rolled like a movie, replacing the ones Lila usually remembered.

“Lila, you fell again?”

The playful timbre of her mother's low voice filled their backyard. Lila’s childish eyes bubbling with tears raised from the cut on her knee as her mother calmly squatted in front of her fallen form.

“I didn’t mean to mommy. The tree was in my way,” cried her indignant daughter. Laughter rang from her mother, a white bandage appearing in her dark hands, 

“Of course, but you also have to be careful where you’re stepping too, my love.” Knowing her mother was right but still unhappy with that answer, Lila huffed out a sniffle. Tenderly her mom cupped the back of her daughter’s freshly scraped knee and began lecturing, “Here, let’s teach you how to fix wounds, big girls are good at that-”

“Big girls like you, mommy?” A squeaky voice interrupted.

Nuna glanced up at her daughter’s question. Brown innocent eyes that held such curiosity reflected in Nuna’s blue ones she just had to laugh.

“Yes Lila, big girls like me and you.”

Lowering her newly wrapped finger, Lila’s lips fell back into a straight line. She had no time to get lost in her thoughts. Deciding to try and cover her eye with her hair, her uninjured hand pulled her hair free from the fire nation styled top knot. Onyx curls tumbling down the length of her back in one fell swoop, kissing the top of her hips. The overwhelming urge to moan in relief had goosebumps tickle Lila’s spine as the tension of her tight bun dissipated almost instantaneously. She brought her hands up under her hair and aggressively massaged her scalp, both eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Ahh, yes…” A soft groan rumbled from the back of her throat.

“Ahem.”

“Oh, my goodness!” She gasped.

Whipping toward the kitchen door, hands tangled in her roots, the men from earlier in the hallway were standing there watching her as if they’d found an earth kingdom stowaway. Though the more she watched them with increasingly flushed cheeks, the more she realized they were staring at the eye. Tanned hands flew from her scalp to shake her curls and obscure their sight, but it was futile, they already saw the clouded pigmentation. Involuntarily closing her eye, the servant girl clasped her hands over her stomach and curled into a bow.

“Um, hello,” Lila stuttered but caught herself, remembering her place. Kind professionalism coating her soft question, “how may I be of service to you?”

The man who she heard speak in the corridor collected himself faster than the rest and cleared his throat before announcing,

“We are close to our arrival of the southern water tribe and Prince Zuko has requested your presence to dress him for the capture of the Avatar.”

Alarm colored Lila’s features when she recalled the last time she was alone with the prince. Streams of tears and memories he unintentionally triggered that night played before her. Swallowing down the building discomfort in her throat, Lila straightened up and schooled her worry lines into a controlled smile. She had to remind herself, “The Prince didn’t know.”

Apparently, for the men, Lila’s forced smile mixed with the ghastly mismatched color of her eyes was too much to handle, unable to hide their distaste. Faster than she could stop it, a pang of offense and hurt yanked at her heart, but she managed to stifle and shove the feelings away as she gave another trained bow. Though a question did come to mind.

“I beg your pardon, but may I ask why he requested me specifically? He has never requested this of me before,” words mousy.

Her question only seemed to cause the man to grow irritated, his eyebrow ticking in impatience as major attitude gripped his words, “The prince claimed to be displeased with our services in preparing him. Now, would you please stop talking and do what prince Zuko has asked of you? He’s waiting.”

“What about the food-”

“Servant girl, what did I just say?” The man angrily snapped.

With a flinch, Lila mumbled, “My apologies,” before bowing one last time.

Throwing an “Unbelievable” over his shoulder, he and his two companions turned to leave the kitchen.

His snarky tone made Lila frown and furrow her brows. Oh, this girl had no idea of the colorful range of words Prince Zuko used to describe him and his men! Comparing them to fire ferrets! Ha, the nerve of that prince! On top of a bruised ego, the man now had to deal with a servant who couldn’t even see right and didn’t know when to be quiet and simply serve! Lila watched them exit the kitchen, soft frown still intact as she cocked her head to the side.

With them gone, Lila moved the last bits of uncooked food away from the fire as she rushed to the prince’s quarters. With one hand on the wall, Lila hotfoot it through the twists and turns of the dim-lit hallways and up the main stairs. The frigid wind stung her cheeks, her servant's uniform doing nothing in keeping her warm as she speed-walked toward the command tower. However, it did help now that her hair was unrestrained, long curls shielding her arms from the nights southern cold. All but running into the tower, warmth immediately licked at her body. The fire emanating heat and light from the wall torches eased the stiffness of her shivering joints. Her relief was short-lived when she remembered that Prince Zuko’s room was still a few floors up. With a pout and a whimper, Lila began jogging the rest of the way toward her master’s room.

Once she reached his metal door, a winded Lila lifted her bandaged hand and softly knocked, a throb of pain shooting down her finger as she waited. Like usual, the gravelly voice of the prince commanded her to come in.

Using both hands, the petite girl turned the large cogwheel and pried the door open. Identical to last time, she peered into his room, took one cautious step in and hesitantly called out,

“You’ve requested my assistance, Prince Zuko?”

Mindful of the eye, Lila discreetly pushed some hair and hid it from view. The reaction of the men before told Lila it’d be better to keep her disability hidden if it was that distracting.

“Yes, come quickly. I want to be ready by the time we reach the southern water tribe.”

Judging from the clam raspy tone of voice, Lila concluded that The Prince wasn’t angry and carefully entered, closing the door behind her.

Near his meditation table, Prince Zuko stood like any fire nation soldier would with the usual scowl on his lips. As Lila inched in front of him she could already see that the straps holding his fire nation armor together were tied in all the wrong places. Being alone and in such close proximity to the brooding prince, Lila felt her nerves begin to quake. No way did she want a repeat of last time, anxiety sprouting from her chest. The tension was palpable in the room. The lack of conversation didn’t help either as she thought of what Prince Zuko and his men might do to the people living in that tribe. Though she’s never been to the northern or southern water tribe, they were still her mother’s people, thus making them part of her kin.

“Will they do what the fire nation did to my village, too? We didn’t even have the Avatar either and they still ravaged my village.”

In an attempt to silence her thoughts, Lila gingerly grabbed the chords holding the chest piece of his armor together and set to work. Her eyes trained solely on his battle wear. Cautious of her injury Lila made sure to keep her finger from touching him. Any bump or jostle hurt. Though her fingers, minus her pointer, were moving, her mind remained on the tribe's native people.

Zuko looked straight ahead as the shaky but lithe digits of the servant – Lila, was it? - untied and retied the straps in the correct places. The reason why he called for her specifically was that he figured she’d know how to do this from her years of servitude at the palace. Before his banishment, before that fateful day. As thoughts of his family started to prod the strongholds of his mind, Prince Zuko didn’t see Lila peek up at him from the side of his shoulder until he heard her low voice fill the thick quiet of his room.

“What’re you going to do to them?”

Like an arrow, sharp and precise, prince Zuko’s stare shot to her own, making Lila’s eyes widened in surprise. She expected him to be looking straight ahead if he were to answer her.

Breaking eye contact with him, Lila looked down and closed her blinded eye desperately hoping he didn’t see it as she went to fix the strings behind him. Erratic. That’s how Lila’s heartbeat felt. But yes, Zuko fully saw the milky hue of her eye. He too had a similar reaction like the three men, but not one of distaste or disgust. Just surprise, but he soon discarded what the feeling once he processed what she asked.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your concern, servant.”

Cold with an edge of warning. That’s all Lila could sense wrapped around his heated words. Especially when he said her name. Now onto the left shoulder greave, Lila peeked at him again. He was looking straight ahead, his face taut with contemplation? Lila couldn’t tell. With a beat of hesitation, she licked her lips. She could already tell he was beginning to lose patience. If she were to say another word, she didn’t doubt he’d snap. Her brain was telling her not to say anything, she was walking on thin ice that was melting fast, but her mouth felt differently.

“May I speak Prince Zuko?”

“No, you may not. Finish fixing this and go. I don’t need to hear what you have to say,” Prince Zuko snapped in restraint.

All while arguing with herself, Lila moved to squat in front of him and began tying the laces of his shin guards. She did not want to witness another fire nation attack on any village again, especially when innocent people are involved. Though she felt if she were to talk out of turn, prince Zuko would surely lose his patience and probably punish her. Besides, what could someone like her do, realistically? No one has ever listened to her. She has no voice, but still. They are my people, too. I have to try.

Opening and closing her mouth Lila fought to push the words out.

“The water tribe did nothing-”

Unnaturally warm hands cut through her sentence and seized her wrists as she was forcefully pulled up from the floor and against Prince Zuko’s armor-clad form. Strands of curls unintentionally tangling in his grasp. Chest to chest, with Zuko holding her wrists and hair between them, he glared down at Lila. Fear radiated off her body in waves. She felt way too exposed without her eye patch and a dull ache throbbed from her finger when her hands bumped against his armor. White and brown eyes flickered between golden ones before looking around the room to avoid his stare, but to no avail. Calloused fingers laced with hair firmly, but not painfully, gripped her jaw turning her face to his, thumb pressing into her cheek.

Patience completely evaporated, Prince Zuko ground out, “I told you not to speak, didn’t I?”

With shuddering breaths and petrified eyes, Lila could only nod faintly. Paralyzed by his overwhelming build the words on her tongue melted, sliding down her throat. Releasing her jaw, Prince Zuko let go of her wrists, strands of hair snagging on his fingers as he dropped his hand. Lila winced from the sudden plucks of her curls. Shaking the hair off he rubbed the bridge of his nose, shut his weary eyes and sighed,

“Finish the last shin guard and leave.”

No reply came from the young girl as she dropped and tied the shin greave. A slight tremor in her hands. Once she was done she stood up with her head hanging low.

“I’ve finished Prince Zuko, do you require anything else before I go?”

“No.”

Long hair cascaded over her shoulders as Lila bowed. Rising back up she somehow managed to calmly exit the prince’s quarters, his eyes narrowing on her retreating form the whole time. With the loud thud of his metal door closing, both Lila and Prince Zuko let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

Lila had half a mind to go to uncle Iroh’s room and talk with him about what his nephew was planning to do. Talk with him about how the Prince was nothing like what Iroh describes him as but decided against it since he was most likely napping. It was hard for her to believe there was kindness in the Prince’s heart when all she’s ever seen from him was anger and rage. You could see his brutality and hate in the way he bended, too. Once she exited the command tower the sun was still hanging onto the horizon, waiting for someone to look at what it created, but a thick mist now covered the expanse of the water the ship navigated. When out of the blue, loud crackling emanated below the ship. Lila ran to the front and hunched over the edge of the railing to see what was going on.

Squinting through the mist, she saw the ship’s hull was no longer sailing on water but breaking and cracking through solid ice. Snapping her head up Lila saw the ground splitting toward the water tribe’s village! One large jagged fault traveling right through the middle of it. Prince Zuko’s ship rammed through the iced floor like it were a piece of paper. Lila couldn’t help but panic internally, they were coming extremely close to the water tribe!

“If this ship doesn’t stop we’re going to run right through!” she gasped in horror.

From what she could see in the vapory haze, the southern water tribe was quaint. A wall made of snow circled the tribe, acting as a barricade. Small igloos littered within. From behind, the sound of the Prince and his men’s shoes clanked across the deck toward the front of the ship, preparing to disembark. Anxiety, fear, and apprehension swirled within her. This scene hitting way too close to home for her liking. She never signed up for this, well she didn’t sign up for this at all, but still. The three years she’s been on this ship she never really thought about what capturing the avatar looked like or being there to see it. All Lila knew was she didn’t like where this was headed at all. The prospect of the past repeating itself right before her eyes scared her.

When she turned to watch them pass Lila’s eyes caught prince Zuko’s for a brief moment. Again, he found nervousness swimming in her stare, and again, he didn’t care.

Finally, the ship came to a halt with an ominous screech. Powerless, Lila watched with bated breath. Her eyes flitting between the native people down below and Prince Zuko’s men. She swore her heart was going to pop out of her chest from how hard it was pounding it almost hurt. Suddenly the hull of the ship dropped, turning into a makeshift ramp, a loud thud resonating in the air. The ship's metal easily overpowered the tribe's barrier, the snow crumbling as it gave into its weight.

Faintly Lila could hear a feminine voice yelling for someone to get out of the way. The shrill scream making Lila’s heart drop and then kick up in speed, assuming the worst. It felt like her feet were bolted to the floor as she helplessly watched the Prince and his firebenders disembark the ship. Visibly shaking, Lila leaned over the front of the ship again to see, legs feeling like they were going to give out any moment.

From her spot, she could see Prince Zuko and his guards disembarking and a young water tribe boy with war paint coating his tanned skin, belt out a war-like cry as he charged up the ramp at Prince Zuko. The boy’s weapon of choice, a water tribe club, raised high over his head. He was easily overtaken. Lila winced when the Prince’s leg side swept the boy's club out of his hand, then kicked him in the face, sending the boy flying off the side of the ramp and into the snow. Lila could hear Iroh’s voice in the back of her head talking about how he knew his nephew wasn’t as corrupted as his other family members, but what she was seeing now proved otherwise. He was unlike what Iroh always tried to tell her. The Prince was brutal.

Zuko continued walking down the ship as if nothing happened. His steps were powerful and determined. The people of the tribe huddled up in one big group, trepidation and terror embedded in all of their blue eyes. With the men of the village off to war, Zuko was unsurprised to see the ones that remained were the women and children, except for the war-painted boy if you’d count him as a man. However, the longer no one spoke the more time was wasted in capturing the Avatar. The silence was so tense Lila felt it up on the ship. Zuko stopped in front of the crowd, his eyes sizing up each woman and child until his glare stopped on this one girl holding onto the arm of an elderly lady.

“Where are you hiding him?”

When no one spoke, both Lila and the young girl gasped when the banished Prince roughly pulled the elderly lady from the girl’s grasp.

“He’d be about this age? Master of all four elements?” Zuko demanded, shaking the woman by her for emphasis.

Again, no one answered him, they were all stunned in silence and fright. After a beat of quiet, Prince Zuko carelessly shoves the old woman back into the young girl’s arms. Both water tribe women gasping. Lila watches worriedly, praying up above that this village will be spared from the fire nation’s fury. Even from the ship, Lila saw the Prince tense up in frustration and knew what he was going to do next and whispered “no,” as he launched a wave of fire inches above the villager's heads. The women and children screamed and cowered before him.

“I know you’re hiding him!”

Below her, Lila saw the water tribe boy free himself from the snowy confines he was kicked into, the majority of his face free of paint as he picked up his club and ran at Zuko once more with another loud battle cry. At the last second, Zuko turned toward the annoyingly loud boy and dodges the boy’s attack, flipping him over his head when he swiped at the Prince. When he hit the ground Zuko punched another blistering fireball at him. Luckily, the tanned boy gathers himself rolling away from the blast, swiftly retrieving a boomerang that was strapped to his back and throws it at the Fire Lord’s son. It surprised both Lila and Zuko with how fast and strong he threw it, the air whistling as it narrowly missed the Prince’s face. Even where Lila was standing the boomerang would’ve whacked her in the face if she didn’t duck in time. All the while her eye followed the boomerang’s path. The boy was stronger than he looked.

“Even without bending,” Lila hopefully thought, “he’s handling himself well against the Prince. Maybe…this village won’t be ransacked.”

A growl erupts from the Crown Prince’s throat before he can shoot more fire at the irritating boy who just won’t quit, a little water tribe child cries out,

“Show no fear!” Throwing a fishing spear made of bone at his opponent. Again, he charged at Zuko, the spear positioned like he was going to run him through, but the Prince was prepared. “He lacks training,” Zuko gathered, easily breaking the spear in half with his wrist guards. He then snatched the bone rod from the boy’s hands, poking him repeatedly in the head with the butt of it until he fell on his bottom, and broke it in half again before throwing it to the ground.

On the ship, Lila’s eye followed the boomerang as it curled back around and headed back to the owner who threw it. With her eyes still on the weapon, she gradually turned and watched it spin at dizzying speed before it slammed into the back of Prince Zuko’s helmet with a loud thwack. Her eyebrows quirked in surprise as she wondered if the water tribe boy planned for that to happen, but her face fell when she saw the Prince standing menacingly over the boy’s fallen form. Fire jet out from his tightly clenched fists, the orange embers creating a dagger-like weapon.  

For a moment, Lila feared for what Prince Zuko would do to him, but surprise quickly overtook her as another younger boy, maybe about twelve or so, with a bald head and peculiar clothing zoomed through the middle of the fight out of nowhere riding on the back of a penguin. In the child’s hands was a staff as the penguin flew right under Zuko’s feet, sweeping his legs out from under him. The young servant girl gasped when the Prince fell over, the village children cheering for the child all the while. The said child sped past the kids sending up a wave of snow splattering them all in the face, their cheers ceasing for a moment at the unexpected smattering, but continued yelling anyway. At this point, as much as Lila was concerned over the fate of the water tribe, she didn’t know if it was morally okay for her to laugh at the ridiculousness of what just happened.

Still, relief filled her heart knowing that Prince Zuko’s plan of capturing the Avatar wasn’t going according to plan. No village, town, citadel, or nation should be destroyed in finding the Avatar. Her heart and mind were conflicted. Although she did want the Prince’s banishment to end, she didn’t think this was the right way of doing it. She remembered the stories her father told her about Fire Lord Sozin killing all the airbenders to find and end the Avatar cycle.

Briefly, Lila faintly heard the kid happily greet the boy and girl, their names being ‘Katara’ and ‘Sokka’, with Sokka dryly thanking the child, who she heard him call ‘Aang’, for coming. Lila’s eyes flicker between Prince Zuko and Aang, both of them assuming a defensive fighting stance as Zuko’s men circle Aang, closing in on him. Suddenly the kid swings his staff, and with each swing, he sends snow at the guards blowing them away. With the Prince being the last one standing Aang sends another blast of snow at him, but he was unmoved, uncle Iroh’s firebending lessons paying off.

“Looking for me?”

Processing everything the child managed to do in under ten seconds, Lila’s brows furrowed. He managed to disarm and beat all of Prince Zuko’s men like it was nothing just by throwing snow at them. At first, she thought he was a waterbender but he didn’t move like one. His fighting style was different from what her mother tried to teach her and different from what she’s seen earthbenders and firebenders do. It was unlike anything she’s ever seen. On top of that, the arrow on his head and the unusual choice of clothing he wore was vastly unfamiliar from the clothes in her hometown and the fire nation. Her eyes widened in realization. No, this child couldn’t be- Prince Zuko voiced her incredulity, the snow Aang bent at him melting off his shoulders and fists, “You’re the airbender? You’re the Avatar?”

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A/N: OKAYYYYY!!! Just so you know I want you guys to keep Zuko’s “Contemplation?” face in mind. There’s a few things I want you guys to catch in part 2. Sorry if it was slow paced. I hope you enjoyed it and please excuse any grammatical errors. Have a blessed day! Chapter three may come later cuz I have a zuko request I want to write!

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Heartbreak Summer 3

Bucky Barnes x Reader, College AU

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes broke your heart two years ago. Now, after settling down finally in college with your group of old and new friends, he ́s transferred into your school, and maybe back into your heart.

Word Count: uhhh idk

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of death, slight thor x reader, jealous buckaroo, crying, fluff if you squint

A/N: TAG LIST IS OPEN!! Also uhhh sorry this is a lil late my laptop is broken and i can’t use the schools to post it here so i had to improvise and use my phone for it so thats also why it’s not edited completely 😤 but thank you for reading 💖

Feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading loves, I hope you guys like it!

*Gif not mine, credit to owner*

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It’s hard to actually pinpoint the exact moment you fell for Bucky, it always has been. Maybe it was when you met. Steve had invited you and Wanda out to one of their highschool football games because he knew Tony would tag along, and you were almost certain he would ask if he was coming. That night he simply ignored anything anyone besides Tony said, leaving yourself, Bucky, Sam, and Wanda to chat. Bucky's whole aura made you giddy, he kept you on your toes and laughing. His blue eyes reminding you of an ocean, that you wouldn’t mind drowning in. Or maybe it was when he saw you walking home in the pouring rain and offered you a ride in his mom's minivan.

Sure, you tell people forever. But that’s only because you’re a bit prone to dramatics. James Buchanan Barnes had your heart, and always would. No matter how many people you dated, you’d always be his. And you realized that, lying awake at five am, the sunrise peeking in through the windows, and showing how much dust you really had in the small room.

“Steve I told you, it’s fine. I’m not mad. A little annoyed, but not mad. I just wish you would have told me.” You sighed, taking the cup of coffee his outstretched arm was holding. “Besides I am so over him. And I have more important shit to focus on than thinking about old flames.”

“What like school? Psh that shit is boring.”

“Wow I must be in another world, first Bucky comes back, and now Steve Rogers is saying ‘shit’? I should just head down to the psych unit in the medical department.” You tease, bringing the cup up to your lips.

“Please, (y/n/n) you work on that floor anyways.”

“Hey! It’s not by choice you idiot, my professor wants us to switch things up every few weeks. But thankfully I start my internship soon.”

“With professor Coulson?”

“Yeah.” You hum and walk over to the couch, that has a plethora of pillows tossed about. “Starting on the pediatric floor I think.” You mumble into the cup of coffee as you slowly lift it up to your lips for another ling sip.

Steve sits across from you on the old black recliner he’s had since you could remember. He loved that squeaky old thing. Even if everytime he actually reclined in it, it’d send him flying violently backwards.

“That’ll be cool, you’ve always been good with kids.”

“Only because of Becca, I called her earlier and told her about it, and she reminded me of when Bucky, you and I had to take care of her. Man that whole weekend was a mess.”

“Yeah we had to beg his parents not to leave us alone for the weekend ever again.” He laughed, crossing an arm over his chest like he was on SNL. You rolled your eyes and finished the rest of the coffee.

“Oh whatever, anyways thanks for letting me come over at ungodly hours.” You grinned, kicking your legs up on the rest of the couch and craning your head to the side to look at him. Steve nodded and placed his cup on the table.

“I’m always here to talk, you know that (Y/N).”

“Don’t get all sappy on me now.” You groaned, grabbing a pillow from beside you and tossed it at him. He caught it without a glance and turned on the TV. “Showoff…” You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest and turning to face the now illuminated screen, as a rerun of Law and Order started playing.

You and Steve lounged around for a good hour and a half, now being around seven. He got up to make breakfast for everyone while you clicked through the guide.

“You guys have shitty TV, this is all football.” You moaned, dramatically flopping against the back of the couch. “Don’t you guys ever watch anything interesting? Like The Simpsons, or Criminal Minds? At least one of you has to be a sucker for crime documentaries.”

“That would be me.” Sam announced his arrival as he walked out from the hallway and to the front door as a rapid knocking was heard. He pulled open the door and Tony came rushing in, hair disheveled and eyes wide.

“I thought you died!” He yelled, waving his arms around wildly in your direction.

“We told you she wasn’t dead.” Nat said with a groan as she walked in behind him, dragging a half asleep Wanda behind her. “Hey hun, he woke us up yelling that you were gone.”

“He made up,” Wanda yawned, “So many theories…” She groaned and flopped down on the couch, laying her head on your thighs. You chuckled and patted her forehead, continuing to scroll past the plethora of sports channels.

“Like what?” You asked, turning your head slightly to glance at Tony. He was having a hushed chat with Steve and turned his attention back to you, now holding a steaming cup of coffee.

“Oh ya know, you an Buckaroo getting back together, you got drunk and left the apartment without even knowing, or Thor had asked you to go over for a quickie.”

“Gross!” You hissed, chucking the remote at him. It went sailing past him and landed on the floor with a thud. “We do not have quickies.” You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest and letting out a huff of air.

“Hey does anyone know how Buck takes his coffee?” Steve asked, eyes scanning over the different creamers.

“Black with two sugars. Unless it’s from Starkbucks, then creamer. Says it’s too bitter” You said, the words flying out of your mouth before you could even stop them. The kitchen went silent and you faked innocence as Nat raised a brow at you for an explanation. “What?!” You yelped and raised your hand in defense. “We dated for three years, and it's not like it’s that hard to remember.”

“Uh-huh just keep telling yourself that you love sick fool.”

“Tony shut up I am not.”

“Yes you are.”

“No.”

“Yessss.” He said in a sing-song voice as Steve walked over with a plate of pancakes. Wanda sat up from your lap, only to move beside you. Nat sat on the floor next to Sam who kept picking food off her plate, you could have sworn Nat threatened to stab him at least twice. Steve sat in his usual recliner, and Tony sprawled out next to you on the couch.

“Jesus what did I miss?” Bucky’s raspy morning voice filled your ears, and you shuddered, a chill running down your spine. You shook it off by reaching for the syrup.

“Pancakes and yelling.” Wanda beamed up at him before grabbing the syrup from your hand. “Share.” She muttered, sending you a glare. You stuck your tongue out at her before beginning to dig in to your second pancake.

“(Y/N) never shares her food.” Bucky chuckled and began fixing two plates of food. Shooting him a cold glare, you finally looked at him. His long locks were an absolute mess, per-usual in the mornings, he had black basketball shorts, hanging low on his waist and he was shirtless. You gulped, your eyes not daring to scan his god like body.

But you failed, like usual. And oh you wished you hadn’t looked. He still looked as if he was sculpted by the gods, that much was obvious but there we small red and purple marks littering his collarbones. Hickies.

You gulped down the last bite of your food and with a shaky hand, placed the plate on the coffee table.

Sensing your mood change Nat sat up, but still chewed on her blueberry pancakes. Wanda already had a hand pressed up against your lower back, but you brushed her off as you stood up.

“Actually James, I do, just not with you.” You muttered, before walking over to your stuff. You pulled Thor’s sweatshirt from the back of your chair and slipped it over your head, then stuffed your phone into your pocket. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have class and I’d rather not be here when your little… plaything wakes up.” With that, you opened the door, stepped out, and slammed it shut. Then you took off down the hall to your own apartment and threw yourself in.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” You chanted, tripping over furniture, tears already spilling from your eyes.

You did have class, that much was true. Then you had a study group with some lower-classmen you were helping in biology. So you weren’t really lying, even if it was at noon, not eight in the morning. But you had to get out of there, you could barely hold yourself together seeing him alone after a one night stand, but seeing him with the girl? No way in hell you would have kept it together. Not like this.

You wiped the tears off your cheeks, rubbing under your eyes. Red cheeks replaced the pale ones you had moments before, and the bags under your eyes were way more noticeable. Turning on the faucet, you splash your face with cold water and run your fingers through your hair.

“Get it together…” You muttered, not even wanting to look at yourself in such a disheveled state.

-

“No that’s not right.” Peter’s voice became a distant memory, your head falling limp in your palm as you fought against the sleep that was pulling your eyelids closed.

After the mini reality check from earlier, you managed to take a quick shower, and throw your hair up into a ponytail. You looked presentable at best, but it was better than not showing up at all. You managed to toss on one of Thor’s old sweatshirts you stole, along with a pair of leggings, and some slippers. Because the weather was surprisingly cold for early fall.

“Sorry, what?” You blinked as MJ tapped your shoulder.

“Peter wants to know why blood sugar levels are so important.” She mumbled, not even sparing you a glance, her nose dug into a book.

“Because, Our blood sugar refers to how much glucose is present in the blood. Glucose is important for cells to be able to make energy and build other complex carbohydrates. However, too much glucose can be toxic for the body. So we need to know if it becomes too much, or too little. You should know this.”

“And you Miss (Y/N), shouldn’t be falling asleep.” Peter teased, sticking his tongue out at you as you shot him a glare.

“Listen kid, I didn’t sleep last night and I haven’t had enough coffee. Stark is dropping me off some.”

“Just get the coffee from the front desk.”

“Parker I am going to pretend you didn’t just say that. Library coffee is horrible. I need fresh brewed from home, or Dunkin.”

“Oh or that nice little place on Manhattan blvd.” Ned added and you nodded, shooting him a warm smile.

“Yes, the absolute best.”

“I heard my name.” Tony said with a grin as he placed the steaming cup in front of you.

“If you mean the absolute worst? Then yes, yes you did.”

“Harsh, I have been wounded. Maybe I’ll just drink this coffee myself.” The brunette mutters, pulling the cup just out of your reach and taking a small sip. You shriek violently and fling your textbook at him. Tony simply steps out of the way before shooting you a sly grin.

You let out an annoyed groan, standing up from the chair and picking up your textbook, and that's when Tony really sees what you're wearing.

He knows this small step back into what you used to be, like dipping your toe into the pool to test the water before diving in.

Under Thor’s blue sweatshirt, is one of Bucky's red henleys. He had plenty, they were his favorite shirt. And he’d be damned if they ever got stolen… by anyone other than you of course.

Tony's breath catches in his throat as you yank the sweater back over the fabric to refrain from prying eyes of passerbys, your friends, and most importantly Bucky.

“Y/N-”

“Please don’t…” You choke out, holding back a soft cry. He nods, understanding, but not ready to completely let it all go. He places a gentle hand on your wrist and waits for you to look up at him. Your eyes are slowly turning puffy and red, even more so than they already were. Your free hand is picking at imaginary lint and he lets out a sigh.

“Okay… not here.” He confirms and shakes his head at your pleading face, that's begging him to drop the subject completely.

Tony doesn’t give in to the puppy dog eyes that make everyone else but him and Natasha melt. He places a short peck to your forehead, hands you your coffee and walks off after saying a quick hello to Peter.

You clear your throat, take a small sip of the now lukewarm liquid and sit back down in the creaky hard chair.

“Sorry, where were we?” You ask, looking around the room instead of the freshman in front of you.

“Lets get some lunch.” MJ announces, abruptly standing up and shoving her books into her bag, clearly over the study session.

Of course she was done with the study session, anymore talk about isotopes and she might have exploded. But she also noticed how uncomfortable you got when Tony had started whispering to you. She had some inkling as to why. When you were a senior in highschool, she was a freshman. It was uncommon for the two classes to mingle but you and her got along great. Her, Peter, and Ned were tossed into an AP Calculus class, and you of course had gotten stuck with them. But it wasn't all bad, yourself and MJ had often made snarky comments towards the boys, and would mumble obscenities under your breath as the teacher would get things mixed up. MJ was observant, and quite the character, so when you and Bucky had split up, she knew it immediately.

Everyone was truly shocked when you both split. Bucky had left for Europe the day after, and you showed up to school, alone, with puffy eyes. She recalls when you were taking your final the next day you had ran out in the middle of it, tears pooling down your cheeks.

And she resented him a little for it, but then again she didn ́t know what happened, and she didn't know why, and she didn't know Bucky.

But it wasn't like it was rocket science to figure out that he was what had you so shaken up. MJ heard a rumor about him coming back, but refrained from saying anything because… a rumor is just that, a stupid rumor. And she didn't want to upset you if she didn't have to.

“I want the extra crispy grilled cheese.”

“You get that every time Ned.” MJ grumbled as she scanned over the blackboard that held all the options on the menu.

“Okay but it’s really good.” You chimed in grinning at MJ, you pulled out your wallet as everyone ordered and reached out to pay. Peter shrieked and smacked at your hand, shaking his head.

“No no no my treat, you always help us with studying and we don’t even pay you. Let me get this.”

“Such a gentleman…” You cooed, giving him a cheeky grin. “But its work study so I get paid anyways.” Peter simply shrugged you off and handed the cash to the cashier, who grunted in response. You recognized the kid from your Economics class, and attempted to wave but he simply turned away to grab your food.

~

“I still don’t see why you didn’t want to go out tonight.” Wanda muttered as she handed you a bag of goldfish to snack on.

“Because I have homework, and I have an econ test to study for. Plus it’s movie night.”

“Econ can suck my dick.”

“Who’s sucking whose dick?” Sam muttered as he flopped down on the love seat, hanging his feet off the side.

“Econ is sucking Wanda's dick because I didn’t want to go out.”

“Well it is movie night Wands, we can't just skip it.” Nat hissed, curling up on the longer couch, settling herself comfortably beside Wanda.

“Not like everyone shows up all the time.” Wanda muttered before leaning forward and cradling the warm cup in her hands. “Where the hell are Steve and the other asshole. Or were going to start without them.”

“Relax ladies we’re here.” Bucky announced, giving Sam and cheeky grin. He nudged his legs off the side to sit, but Sam shook his head and kicked his legs back up.

“What movie’s first?” Steve asked pulling out the large box of DVD’s from behind the TV stand.

It was a large clear plastic bin with half scratched off stickers. The memories of Becca sticking them all over Bucky’s things was fresh in your mind as you stared off into the distance. She’d constantly have any sort of glittery, scented, or stickers with her favorite foods on them. When Bucky had shown up to take you to prom, there was a pink glittery heart on his shoulder.

“I vote we watch Terminator.”

“Sam we always watch that movie.”

“Yeah well get used to it (Y/N) it’s a good movie.”

“Well I for one think we should watch The Princess Bride.” Wanda announced as she dug her hand into a bag of M&M’s.

“Nope, we’re watching The Lost Boys.” You said, standing up and grabbing the box out of Steve's hand. He rolled his eyes and stood up, moving to sit in your spot.

“That shitty eighties movie about the vampires? No thanks.” Sam groaned and took a handful of popcorn from the bowl. You scoffed, placing the disk in the player and turning to face him, your hands resting on your hips.

“Shut your trap, it’s a good movie.” You hissed, sticking your tongue out at him. He gave you a playful wink and turned his attention to the screen. Surveying the area around you, you noticed Steve was now occupying your seat. Pursing your lips, a small groan left your lips. The only empty seat was next to Bucky.

Unwillingly you trudged over and plopped down beside him, your heart obviously had a different plan from your brain.

Curling your legs up into your chest, and resting your head on your knees you relaxed as best as you could beside him and focused on the movie.

The movie played quietly in the background of your thoughts as you wondered why he came back. You thought he loved it over there, from what Steve had told you, he was having a wonderful time. But then again, Steve was never good with translating sarcasm. No matter if it was in person or over text. He sucked at it, plain and simple.

Bucky also wondered why he came back sometimes. He missed his friends, his sister, and his home… you.

Bucky had always lived a hectic life. He grew up beside Steve, ever since birth they had been close. Their mothers were friends so it was only natural the pair would become close.

Steve eventually went from a scrawny kid with asthma who had a knack for fighting bullies to, Steve the football player, no longer stricken with the burden of not being able to breathe. A chick magnet, who was so kind to girls it was almost unbelievable he hadn’t dated anyone.

And then Steve met Y/N. You became fast friends and Bucky could have sworn you knew one another since you were born just like him and Steve. He had met you in sophomore year. Three years, and Steve had finally introduced him to you. But it wasn’t just simple you. Bucky was introduced to the person who changed his life. A beautiful girl who he swore made his heart beat louder than it ever had. But of course, Bucky thought you and Steve were in love. You were the only one who he allowed to refer to him as ‘Stevie.’ He hated that nickname, but not when you said it. So Bucky backed off, until your large group of friends all got smashed at a party and Steve embarrassingly kissed some dude on the track team. You practically burst with joy for him for finally doing it and all Bucky could do was sit there, beer in a cup now warming due to the burning in his hand, where you gripped it in pure joy for your shared best friend.

It was then that Bucky had made it his plan to get you to fall for him in the same way he fell for you. It was easier said than done, but he eventually won your heart.

You became his favorite person. The one he would constantly visit, and stop whatever he was doing to see you. You became his home.

He thought your voice was smooth like honey, and as sweet as the sugar his mom would put on his cheerios when he was younger. Your voice would seep into the cracks of his soul, to remind him he’d always have you.

He even had you now, as your head rested against his shoulder, the rest of your body slumped against the back of the couch. Soft snores rang through his ears, focusing only on you. He’d be damned if he or anyone else woke you up. The movie ended about an hour ago, and everyone had gone to bed. But not without some snide or silly comments on how you were cuddled up against him.

However, he paid no mind to them. All he thought about was how he missed your arms around him, your body heat radiating off of you, keeping him impossibly warm. The familiar scent of lavender and vanilla filled his nostrils as he relaxed all parts of his body but his right arm where you were curled up against. An odd position, yeah but for you? He’d fall out of a plane if it meant keeping you safe. (I’m sorry forgive me for that reference lol)

He felt you stir beside him, and Bucky froze, his breath halted in his lungs as he very slowly glanced down towards you. Your face scrunched up as you wiped at your cheek, after pulling up from his shoulder. Your eyes blinked open, and Bucky quietly watched your eyelashes kiss at your cheeks every time they fluttered shut. He froze again, praying you wouldn’t freak out, and that you’d calmly get up and go to bed, or curl up next to him again.

You chose neither and sat up fully, hunching forward and grabbing the remote from the coffee table.

“‘Nother movie?” You asked, leaning back against the couch and looking over at him. He nodded and focused his gaze on the screen as you chose a crappy netflix original. “ ‘M sorry for falling asleep on you by the way…” You mumbled, running your fingers through your hair. Bucky let out a faint chuckle and shook his head.

“I’m happy to be your headrest doll, long as you don’t drool.”

“Shut up Buck, that was one time…” You groaned, lightly punching his shoulder. He just shook his head and kept his eyes trained on your face, and he swore he saw a hint of a smile curling at your lips.

Smiling at him? Maybe, he could only hope.

Discarding the thought, much to fast for his own taste, he busied himself by grabbing some popcorn and tossing it into his mouth.

Maybe one day he’d work up the courage to actually talk to you, not some silly banter that was somewhere on the cusp of anger and misread feelings from old times… maybe.

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I Hope You‘re Happy Now.

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- I don’t know what this is, but here we go. Based on “I Hope You’re Happy Now”- Carly Pearce and Lee Brice. A/n2- This is a little unnecessary, but I’m going to start using dividers within the stories to better facilitate time jumps and changes in perspective etc. ALSO- I left it open for a second part, but idk yet cause....you know....)

When Y/n awoke, the sun was filtering in through the flimsy sheer curtains. She stretched, bringing life to her muscles, frowning a little when she found the left side was empty. He must have already left for his morning run, she thought, sitting up. Sighing contentedly, she shook the covers off, turning on her phone as she headed to their shared bathroom to get ready for the day. 

Afterwards, she headed downstairs; to the kitchen, passing a wall lined with pictures taken over the last three years, absently smiling at a few. In the kitchen, Y/n found, that before he had left, he had put on coffee, sticking a little note to the glass pot; ‘Coffee beans for my favorite bean.” Smirking at the little post it note, she poured herself a cup, then went to get started on breakfast. 

Keanu awoke to an empty bed, as usual, not really hurt by it at that point, more like used to the hollowness in his chest. He rolled onto his back, unceremoniously running a hand through his hair and then turning to look at the picture on his nightstand. There she was, smiling at him, with shining eyes that held nothing but love for him. At least, they used to, before he chased it away. Every morning was the same, four years and she was still a constant on his mind, her smile taunting him, her voice echoing soft ‘I love yous’. It was torture, and it was his fault. 

With a huff, he swung his legs out of the large bed, feet hitting the hardwood with a quiet thump. Slowly, he then went through the motions of getting ready for the day, brushing his teeth, showering and everything in between before heading downstairs for coffee. 

Between slow sips of the scalding black liquid, he browsed his phone, and by no fault of his own, he stumbled upon some pictures posted by a mutual friend. It was her again; except she wasn’t with him this time, and she wasn’t alone either. There was a man with her, blond, tall and lean; hugging her from behind, the caption was simple, but he knew what it meant, and it broke Keanu’s heart all over again; “Congrats to these two! xoxo.” 

At the sight of it, his jaw clenched and his eyes burnt. Tossing the phone to the counter, with the picture still opened, he put the steaming mug down too, planting his face in his hands, trying to not sob right there. “It’s too early for this,” he whispered to himself, getting up, going to look for something stronger to mix into his coffee.

Exhaling loudly as he poured a generous amount of whiskey into his coffee, Keanu tried to remind himself that he should have expected it. That it shouldn’t have even been that painful. He had told her to go when she asked for more. Y/n wanted to settle down, he didn’t think he could. She wanted him there and he broke up with her, leaving the house for a week with nothing but a half packed bag and his keys. When he had returned, she was gone, leaving only a note that read;

“Ke, I’m sorry it ended this way, I love you, but I’m not sure that you love me anymore. I hope you find whatever it is that’ll make you happy. -Y/n.”

At first, it didn’t bother him, Keanu had thought that it was for the best, that maybe he and Y/n were just too different to have the kind of life she wanted. But several months later, it really sunk in. There was no one waiting for him at home anymore. Now one to help him cook dinner or to call in the middle of the day just because he wanted to. No one next to him in bed, no one to tell him they loved him or vise versa. He had tried dating around, but nothing stuck, no one made him feel the way Y/n did. She was special, the kind of once in a life time love that was worth everything, and he had blown it. Since then, it had just gotten worse, like a hole slowly being burnt into his heart and she was the only person who could douse flame.

“Eli, what are you doing?” Y/n giggled, adjusting the straps of her dress in front of the mirror.

Behind her, Eli chuckled, placing his hands on her shoulders, kissing the top of her head, pressing his front to her back, their eyes meeting in the reflection, “Admiring my girl. You look gorgeous baby.”

Y/n laughed a little louder, trying to pull away playfully, “I’m not even finished yet. And you’re getting me all wet.”

“Am I now?” He raised his brows suggestively, “Why don’t we do something about that then?”

“That’s not what I meant,” her musical laughter filled their small bathroom and she turned in the little space, leaning against the sink. A flash of a similar memory crossed her mind, her and Keanu, getting ready to go to a movie premiere. But as fast as it came, it was gone and she was back to the moment. “I mean,” she looked down and the floor between them, “That you’re dripping. In a very non-sexual way. Go dry off or something, we’re going to be late.”

“Can’t be late if we don’t go,” he suggested, running a hand through his wet, dirty-blond hair, smiling broadly. 

Y/n rolled her eyes, planting her hands on his wet, bare chest, “Okay, first all; that’s not an option, we promised that we’d go to Tracy’s party, it’s her birthday. And second; even if it was an option, I’m not going to waste all this make-up. I mean, I look hot.”

“You do,” he grinned, “Fine, we’ll go. But only because you’ll be there and you’re my leading lady.” Quickly, Eli pressed a sweet kiss to her lips, heading back into their bedroom to get dry and dressed.

“I’m your only lady, you dork,” Y/n teased, following him when she was finished, sitting on their bed to put on her shoes.

Tugging on a pair of jeans, Eli chortled, “Who says you can’t be both?”

As she watched he got ready, Y/n smiled, more to herself than him. She had everything that she’d been wanting since she could dream of it. An awesome job, amazing friends and an incomparable love. 

“What?” Eli laughed, plopping down next to her to put on his shoes.

“What what?” she laughed, nudging him with her shoulder.

“You were off in space there. Like a little rainbow-chaser,” Eli touched the top of her head with his.

“Ugh,” Y/n pretended to groan, “You’re jokes are the worst.”

“You love them,” he teased, standing and offering his hand. Giggling, Y/n laid her smaller one in his, letting him pull her off the bed, grabbing her handbag on her way out the door.

The party was already buzzing with life at just past ten pm when Keanu walked into the rented out club. He hadn’t wanted to go, but Tracy was a good friend, and by all respects, it would have been rude to turn down an invitation to her birthday party, and far worse to accept it and then not show up all together.

On his way to the open bar, Keanu stopped to offer quick ‘hello’s to some old friends, though, when he caught a glimpse of her on the other end of the room, standing at a tall table with a figure that he recognized from a picture earlier that morning, Keanu realized that his need for a stiff drink was more urgent that he initially thought.

Excusing himself from the conversation, he made a bee line for the bar and when he became armed with a neat scotch, he took a seat at the counter, surveying the crowd, really just trying catch another glimpse of her, even if he knew it would hurt like hell.

Eventually, Keanu did spot her, cozied in another corner with the man who’s name he didn’t know. She looked happy, he thought, maybe happier than she had been when they were together. His arm was around her shoulders and Y/n’s head was pressed to his side. They spoke softly, but occasionally, he’d bend slightly to press a kiss to her hair. In a fleeting moment, Keanu wondered that if four years later she still used the same shampoo, the one that smelt like berries and made her hair shine.

The thought pulled the trigger on the next long swing on his second drink of the night. And then, when he realized that she was headed his way, he finished it off and ordered another.

“I’m going to get another drink,” Y/n announced, standing from the low sofa jammed against the wall, “Want anything?”

“Nah,” Eli waved her off, “I’m good,” he gestured with his beer.

“Okay,” bending over a little, Y/n pecked his lips, “Be right back.”

“I’ll miss you!” Eli called teasingly as she walked off, weaving through the guests.

Y/n shook her head, not even turning to see his goofy, lopsided smile, “You’re such a dork!” As she continued, above the music, she could have sworn that she heard him reply with; “your dork!”

When Y/n reached the bar, the crowd wasn’t too thick, but it still took a while to get the bartender’s attention. And an even longer while before she noticed who was sitting a couple stools away. Though when she did, Y/n stared at him for a solid ten seconds before calling, “Keanu?”

When he spun to face her, it was like the world had stopped. Obviously, it hadn’t, people kept talking, music kept playing, but, just for a couple seconds, it felt like it was just the two of them. The way it used to be, not just four years ago, no, it had been longer since they had last looked at each other like that; at minimum five, maybe six.

Keanu’s response came after swallowing a thick lump of emotion that had settled uncomfortably in his throat, “Y/n,” he tried to smile, pretending that he hadn’t already seen her, “Hey, funny seeing you here.”

Y/n chortled quietly, shaking her head, “Is it though? I mean, Tracy and I still hang out sometimes.”

Chuckling nervously, Keanu took a sip from his drink, wishing he could punch himself for such a ridiculous statement. Of course he knew that; Tracy would talk about Y/n in passing sometimes, not thinking that it might bother him, “Right,” he slapped the counter lightly in recognition, “Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Y/n smiled. After a beat, she awkwardly went in for a hug, receiving the same level of awkwardness in return. “So, how have you been?”

“Everyday without you has been hell. I regret letting you go Y/n, I still love you, please come home,” was what he wanted to say, but he kept it in, opting for; “I’m doing alright. You?”

“I’m good,” her smiled broadened and her eyes sparkled. “Things have been great,” even as she spoke, Y/n felt a little guilty for boasting about her happiness; Keanu just looked so unlike the man she loved a few years ago. His eyes had gone a little dim, his beard was longer and a little more untamed than she could recall, with notes of grey and there was an emptiness in his laugh that she couldn’t quiet place. On impulse, out of concern for a man that she used to know so well, love so much, she decided to ask; “You been taking care of yourself Ke?”

God, she was always so intuitive, especially when it came to him. And that little nickname that could just fall of her lips, bringing comfort, reminding him that she was there. But she hadn’t been there in so long that it felt good, if only for a second, to hear her call him that again. After a nervous scoff, Keanu shrugged, “Yeah, I just......” miss you like crazy, “I’ve been busy.”

“Oh,” Y/n smiled, though not really believing him, still, it wasn’t her place to press the issue, not anymore. For a while, they sat in silence, and Y/n wanted to say something, but she didn’t know what. It wasn’t like they had much to talk about. “I um.....I saw your new movie.”

“Yeah?” He smiled, genuinely this time, “Did you like it?” Keanu found himself holding his breath for her answer, craving any sort of compliment from her, anything that might signal that Y/n might still have feelings for him. It was absolutely implausible, after all, she had someone else now and it had been so long, and he broke her heart. 

Unconsciously, Y/n had only watched it because he was the lead, because sometimes, when Eli hadn’t come home from work yet and she was alone in the living room with her thoughts, she’d find herself missing Keanu. Playing their bitter break-up over in her head. Wondering why she couldn’t hate him even after he had slammed a metaphorical door in her face. “I loved it. You were really great.”

Beneath his beard, Keanu blushed, “Thanks,” clearing his throat, he took another tentative sip, “I, uh, saw a couple pictures of you and.....”

“Eli,” just his name was enough to significantly brighten her grin, “He’s my fiancée,”  she lifted her left hand, where a simple engagement ring shone; an oval shaped diamond on a thin, rose gold band. It sat elegantly on her finger, teasing Keanu, reminding him that someone had given Y/n everything that he didn’t want to. 

“Oh!” Keanu bit back the pang of emotion that had sent a rush of heat to his face, stinging his eyes, “Congratulations. You two looked really happy.” 

“Thanks,” Y/n cast her head down for a minute, worrying on her bottom lip, “We are, he’s amazing.” 

As if on cue, a familiar face broke from the rest of the party goers, his hands going to Y/n’s shoulders. “Hey you,” Eli kissed the top of Y/n’s head and Keanu knew that it wasn’t a petty dig, probably just a gesture between lovers, but he couldn’t help but take it that way.

“Hey,” Y/n beamed, turning to look at him. When Eli came around to her side, she introduced him, “Eli, I think I told you about my ex, Keanu. And Ke, this is Eli; my fiancée.”

Eli’s smile was broad and he exuded confidence, looking like one of those models that one could find parading for Calvin Kline or some other brand, “Hey man, great to meet you.” 

“Likewise,” Keanu shook his hand, both their grips firm and silently challenging, “She’s amazing, so treat her well.”

Eli glanced at Y/n, then turned back to Keanu. They pulled their hands away and Eli’s went around Y/n’s shoulder affectionately, “Well, I haven’t broken her heart yet.” That was most definitely a dig at him. Glaring daggers at each other, they both just grinned and Eli eventually spoke up again, “Babe,” he looked at her, “I hate to do this to you, but the hospital just called,” he gestured with his phone, “I can leave the keys and take a cab if you want to stay,” he offered.

“No, it’s getting late anyway,” Y/n slid off the barstool, discarding her glass on the bar top, “We’re gonna get going,” she breathed and quickly, she pulled Keanu into a half hug, “But it was nice seeing you Ke, maybe we could catch up some other time.”

“Yeah,” Keanu agreed standing in politeness, “We should.”

“Great! I’ll see you around then,” and just like that, it was over. Y/n took Eli’s hand and started walking off, “Bye,” she mouthed, waving.

“Bye,” Keanu waved back, his heart sinking to his feet as he watched her go. Slumping back onto the stool, he ordered another drink, hoping to, once more push down the hurt with alcohol. She was gone, again. Except this time, there was so much he wanted to say, so much he wished she knew. So much that she’d never know. They were over, for good and Y/n had moved on while Keanu was still stuck regretting a mistake he had made years ago.

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Comeback - Dennis Severs

a/n: I wrote this in one night lol. idk how. not entirely happy with how it turned out after editing it, but I think it’s decent :) also, the ‘first time’ blurbs will be posted tomorrow!

•••

“Hey Rob!” You greet your brother as you enter the station. Before he can greet you with a hug, the sound of an alarm goes off, signaling the crew that there was an incoming call.

“I’ll see you after this, yeah? Go ahead into the break room.” You nod at his order and head upstairs to the room you knew so well. You visit Rob all the time, so everyone here knew you. Besides the new guy, Dennis, who sat in the corner of the room in a chair, reading a newspaper. When you walked in, Ziggy greeted you and invited you to take a seat next to her on the couch. Right across from you was Dennis, looking up over his newspaper at you.

Ziggy is called over by Big Al, so that leaves you alone on the couch, and Dennis the only other person around. This prompts him to set the newspaper down and make his way next to you.

“‘Ello, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Dennis, I’m the rookie of the team,” Dennis introduces himself. You smile and stick your hand out to shake his.

“I’m (Y/N), Rob’s sister.” He returns the handshake and smiles sweetly.

“Nice to meet you. So, are you a firefighter like Rob?” You laugh lightly and shake your head.

“Hell no. Too dangerous for me. I own a cafe close to my house. I run it with my step-sister.”

“Oh, well I may have to come by and visit sometime,” he winks cheekily, chuckling at your reaction.

“Yeah, stop by. My sister makes the best cakes, and my pain au chocolat’s are the best, from what I’ve heard.”

“Those are my favorite pastries! I will definitely be there soon. May I have your number, so I can get the address of the place?” He asks quietly.

“You want my number to look up the cafe that I own instead of just asking me?” You joke around with him just a little. His eyes widen a bit in embarrassment as he stutters, trying to correct himself.

“well, I mean. I might forget it if you tell me now, and I-”

“I’m just messing with you, Dennis.” He sighs in relief and places his hand over his heart dramatically.

“God, that was embarrassing. But you seem like a sweet girl and I’d love to get to know you more. Would you want to, I don’t know, maybe go on a date sometime? After we have been talking for a bit more, obviously?” A sudden shyness comes over him as he thinks over if it was too soon to ask you out, having only known you for a minute. But, your response shocks him, to say the least.

“I’d love to go out sometime, Dennis,” you tell him with a grin on your face. He blushes and reaches into his pants pocket to retrieve his phone, handing it to you to put your number in it.

“Just give me a call or text soon and we can work something out.”

“Sounds good. Well, I have to go see Kev, but I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah, definitely. See ya.” With that, Dennis left the room in search of his boss. You stayed put, waiting for your brother to return, which was around fifteen minutes later.

“Sorry about that, sis. Had a hard time getting one of the victims to leave. You ready to go?” Rob announces as he steps into the break room. You stand and follow him out of the room, after saying goodbye to everyone.

—

Two months pass and you and Dennis are now in a happy relationship. After your first date, you knew that you could see this becoming more. He was so nice and considerate, and even gave you his jacket when it started to rain on the walk back to your place. Since then, you two went on many more dates, spent many nights in together, and have grown incredibly close, even more than you expected you would.

The one thing was that you hadn’t told your brother you were dating his colleague. Although you didn’t really think it mattered; your relationships were none of his business, and based on what Dennis has told you, the two of them aren’t that close. But eventually, he finds out that you’re in a relationship when you go to lunch with him one day and can’t stop smiling down at your phone.

“Just tell me who it is!” Rob begs.

“It’s not that important. My relationship is none of your business. I don’t see why you need to know who the guy is.” But, Rob still persisted on finding out the guy that was dating his sister.

“Invite him over for dinner. I’ll have the girls with me and we can order some pizza in and get to know one another. I want to know the guy that makes my little sister happy.” Sighing softly, you think over the idea and decide that it may be time to come clean and tell him.

“Fine. I’ll talk it over with him. Just give me a date and time and I’ll see if he can make it.” Rob celebrated and quickly told you a date and time, which happened to be this weekend. You had a week to prepare for this.

—

“No, this isn’t gonna end well,” Dennis tells you after you asked him about the ordeal. You were spending the night with him and you figured it was a good time to bring the topic up.

“He’s going to find out sooner or later. Would you rather have him find out from us, or one of the guys or Ziggy at work?” Dennis is quiet for a second, realizing that he would rather have Rob hear it from the two of you.

“I mean, that’s a fair point, but…” he pauses, thinking over how to explain this. “Not many of my colleagues like me, including your brother. I haven’t...exactly made the best impression, but I’m trying.” The tone in Dennis’ voice told you something was really wrong.

“I don’t understand why they wouldn’t like you, Den. You are such a sweet guy, what could you have possibly done, huh?” He chuckles and shakes his head.

“It’s not easy to explain, but I have a hard time...accumulating to new situations and new people.”

“But you were fine with talking to me? Why is the crew different?”

“Because I think you’re stunning. I see you because I want to. I have to see them every day and work with them constantly, so they see sides of me that you don’t. I haven’t been the nicest at times, and I’ve gained the nickname Asbo for my tendencies.”

“Oh, bub. I’m sorry you have to go through that,” you coo, bringing him into your arms. He melts under your touch, immediately calming down.

“Alright, I’ll come with you,” he mumbles against your neck, pulling back to look into your eyes.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I want you to be happy, and I feel like this way of telling your brother is the best way. So I’ll come with you.” A smile spreads across your lips and you give him a quick kiss.

“It’ll all be fine, Dennis. I promise.” Oh, but it wouldn’t.

—

The day arrived and you and Dennis were making your way to your brother’s house.

“Babe, what if this doesn’t end well?” Dennis speaks up, sinking lower in his seat. You glance over at him with a worried expression.

“I told you everything will be fine, Den. Why are you worried?” He shrugged and stayed silent for the rest of the drive. When you pull up in front of the house, Dennis stiffens. You take his hand in yours for a moment, rubbing the back of it with your thumb.

“If something happens, we’ll leave, okay?” You offer. Dennis nods, takes a deep breath, and steps out of the car. You follow, then make your way up the steps. Even though it’s your brother’s house, you still felt the need to knock.

“Auntie (Y/N)!” Rob’s oldest daughter Riley yells out. You greet her with a hug, stepping inside with Dennis close behind you.

“Is the boyfriend here as well?!” You hear Rob ask from the kitchen.

“Yeah, he’s with me!” You respond.

“Great! So excited to finally me-” Rob steps into the living room and pauses when he sees Dennis. The vibe in the room changes immediately, and you could practically see the steam coming from your brother’s ears.

“What the hell is Asbo doin’ here?” He asks, stepping closer to you two. Dennis, terrified at this point, takes a step back and bumps into the closed door. You glance back at him and reach for his hand, which he declines.

“Rob, calm down, first of all. Dennis is an amazing guy and I have no idea why you hate him, from what he’s told me.” Rob chuckles sarcastically and shakes his head.

“He’s a fuckin’ lunatic, (Y/N)! He will get so angry if someone even looks at him the wrong way! Out of every man in the world, why choose him?!” You stare at him in disbelief, wondering what the hell got into your brother.

“You know, you were all for meeting him and insisting that you know who he is. Dennis is like any other guy, so why are you suddenly so upset and angry?!”

“Because Asbo isn’t like any other guy!” Rob continued to list the reasons why he doesn’t approve of Dennis, but you notice something. His daughters cowering away in fear of their father. You are quick to leave the scene and gather them into Riley’s room.

“I’m so sorry, girls. I have no idea what’s gotten into him,” you quietly apologize, bringing them in for a huge hug.

“Why doesn’t he like that man? He is cute,” Lola speaks up. You laugh and agree with her.

“He is cute, isn’t he? He’s also the sweetest guy ever, he’s really good with kids your age, you know.” The screaming continues, and you try your hardest to keep talking to drown out the noise. Finally, after a few minutes, the house suddenly goes silent.

“I’m gonna go see what happened, yeah? Stay here until someone comes to get you.” The four girls nod and sit down on the bed, huddling close to each other. As you exit the room, you find Rob pacing the living room, his hands running through his hair. Dennis is nowhere to be seen, and you know right away that Rob kicked him out.

“I cannot believe you, you fucking asshole! Who are you to tell me who I can and can’t date! I get that Dennis is your colleague, but it’s not like you two are super close. He’s come to my house after work, so many times, crying over how hard he’s struggling to fit in and how you lot aren’t very accepting of him at all. Hell, you’re fucking calling him Asbo, which he is not at all! I care about Dennis so much, and I haven’t seen him do one thing that you mentioned he does. Sure, the Dennis I see and the Dennis you see are different, but all in all, he’s still the same guy. A kind, caring, and misunderstood man who just wants to fit in and be loved.” You could tell your speech was getting to him, and he looked a bit regretful. But you didn’t care; the damage was already done.

“You might wanna go check on your daughters. You scared them pretty bad.” You don’t wait for his response, instead you leave the house, making sure to slam the door behind you. Dennis sat at the bottom of the porch steps, a puff of smoke escaping his lips. You take a seat next to him and he immediately puts the cigarette out, knowing how much you hate the nasty habit of his. After he throws the stick away, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and cuddled into him.

“I should’ve listened to you,” you whisper, starting the conversation. Dennis sighs and rubs his face with his hands.

“What he said isn’t true. You aren’t a lunatic, you are such an amazing guy, and I care so deeply about you.” Dennis still stays quiet, and you wonder what he is thinking about.

“Is this relationship worth it?” He asks. You suddenly sit up, your eyes roaming all over his face to find some sort of hint that would tell you he wasn’t being serious.

“What?”

“This relationship, is it worth the fight if your brother doesn’t approve of me?” You couldn’t believe what he was saying right now. Again, since when does your brother get to decide who you date?

“I don’t give a fuck what my brother says. He’s not dating you, I am. I want to be with you, Dennis. Fuck Rob and fuck him for thinking he can control what we want.” Your words seem to be falling on deaf ears because Dennis turns to you with a sorrowful look on his face, and shakes his head.

“Maybe we shouldn’t see each other anymore,” he whispers, eyes darting down to his lap. Your jaw drops at what is happening, not wanting to believe it.

“No, Dennis. Why? Why do we have to break up?” Tears began to fall down your cheeks as you tried to get him to stay.

“I don’t want to come in between you and your brother. It’s better this way, yeah?”

“No, it’s not. I don’t know what good will come from this,” you beg as Dennis stands. Reaching out, you grab his wrist and stand to follow him, pleading him with all you have to stay and talk this out. But, he rips his arm from your grip and walks away without another word. You stand there, watching him disappear into an alleyway far down the street. Taking a seat back on the steps, you try and comprehend what the hell just happened.

You and Dennis are no longer together, your brother is the reason behind it all, and you were left alone during what was supposed to be a family and friends oriented season: Christmastime.

After a couple minutes, you make your way back inside to grab your purse that you left. Rob was sat on the couch, his youngest daughter in his arms.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” he begins, but you don’t want to hear it.

“Save it, Rob. I can’t believe you.” With that, you exited his house for the second time, not planning on coming back anytime soon.

—

A month passes and you have yet to speak to Rob or Dennis. You were still so heartbroken over that day, and you still couldn’t believe that Rob acted that way. Life has been boring without Dennis by your side, and it was during this time when you realized how happy he made you. It got to the point where you figured out that you loved him. You loved him so much, and it hurt you every single day when you remembered he let you go so easily.

On Christmas Eve, a knock sounds through your home. Figuring it was your step-sister, although she never knocks when she visits, you are quick to open it. But, to your surprise, it was Rob. The look on his face said it all: he felt awful. As he should.

“What?” You question. Rob sighs and gazes down at his shoes.

“I came here to talk to you. May I come in?” You let him in, despite your feelings towards him at the moment. You both take a seat on the couch and you wait for him to begin his apology.

“I’m really sorry for what happened, (Y/N). I had no idea how much you two liked each other, and I never realized how much you changed Asbo. He’s been worse this past month. More prone to random outbursts of anger, he’s been down and sad every day, he doesn’t talk to anyone besides Kev. He just seems so much more messed up. I never realized why he had gotten worse until I found out that you two were no longer together.” You stay quiet, listening to his speech and apologies that were long overdue.

“I miss talking with my little sister. I feel awful for how I acted. I hate that I put judging someone over your own happiness. This past month has been hell, and I miss you. And I know Asbo misses you just as much.” The mention of Dennis missing you catches your attention. Rob chuckles and nods his head towards the door.

“Come on, I wanna make up for what I did.” Without an explanation, Rob drags you out of your house and into his car. When he arrives at the station, you are confused.

“Stay put,” he tells you. When he returns, you are shocked. Dennis is following him.

“I’m taking you two out for lunch!” You groan and roll your eyes, not believing him at all. He had something up his sleeve, and you knew it.

“Thank you!” Rob excitedly thanks the maitre-d for seating you. To distract your mind, you begin to look through the menu, finding something light that will settle your anxious stomach.

“So,” Rob begins, facing towards the both of you from where he sat next to you in the booth. “I want to formally apologize to the both of you for that ill-fated dinner. Dennis, it was wrong for me to judge you by how you are at work, and for thinking that you are the same outside of work, and (Y/N), for trying to control your relationship and telling you that who you’re dating wasn’t okay. I should have taken both of your guys’ happiness into consideration. I am so, so sorry.” You can hear the sincerity in his voice and you can tell that he really means it.

“Thank you, Rob.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Dennis finally speaks up. Hearing his voice after a month was like listening to a song you loved when you were a child; it brought back so many happy memories and it made your entire body tingle.

“If you guys would like to, I give you my acceptance to date again. Although your relationships aren’t based on what I think, I see how much you two care for each other. And I hate that I got in the way of that.” Rob is up and gone before either of you can respond. Being alone with Dennis felt odd, when it used to feel so natural and comfortable. You keep your eyes on your lap, fidgeting with your fingers as a way to keep yourself busy.

Dennis setting his hand on the table catches your gaze, though. You look up and find his hand outstretched for you to take. Eventually, when you gain enough energy to do so, you rest your hand in his, the feeling of electricity going through your entire arm when your skin touches his; just by holding his hand, you feel whole again.

“I’m sorry for leaving you because of what happened. I shouldn’t have left so quickly and I definitely shouldn’t have let you go so easily,” Dennis says softly. The restaurant is a little busy, but you are still able to hear his sweet voice.

“I just felt like it was the right thing to do. I didn’t want to come in between you and your brother.”

“I haven’t talked to Rob since I left that day. The only reason I’m here is because he dragged me out of my house and didn’t tell me where I was going.” Dennis laughs and squeezes your hand gently.

“I miss you,” you admit, staring into his green eyes. A sad expression covers his face as he hears the emotion in your tone. “I miss everything about you.” Dennis is silent for a moment, deciding on if he should ask the question he has been dying to since he saw you in the car.

“Will you be my girlfriend again?” He takes the risk, the want and need to be happy taking over everything in his body. A huge smile breaks out on your face as you nod in response.

“Yes, I will.” The smile on Dennis’ face matches yours. Suddenly, he moves from his seat across from you, sliding into the booth right next to you. He brings you into his arms, a place you missed so much, a place where you fell asleep so many nights.

“I missed you too, love,” Dennis tells you after pulling away. Your mind doesn’t even register your next move. You press your lips to his, desperate to feel and taste him again, humming out in content as he kisses you back.

“You don’t know,” Dennis starts, pausing to peck your lips once again, “how much I’ve missed you, love.”

“I missed you so much, Den. Can I stay with you tonight?” You wonder, not knowing if he’d be up for that so soon.

“Of course, darlin’. If you promise to spend all of Christmas with me?” He offers.

“Wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else, bub.”

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Lingerie - Laurent Brossoit

A/N: THIS IS THE SECOND TIME TUMBLR HAS FUCKED ME OVER WHILE TRYING TO EDIT AND POST THIS FIC but anywayyyyyyy this killed me real bad so i hope y’all enjoy it! also it’s my first time writing steam? smut? idk?? classify it as you will lmao OH AND ALSO this may or may not be based on a dream i had ;-)

Warning(s): Slightly NSFW

Word Count: 3026

The past work week you had gone through was truly awful; it made you realize that you needed a reward for surviving it.  So you took the opportunity of a free Saturday to treat yourself with a few things from one of your favorite higher end department stores that you weren’t able to buy from too often.  You hummed along to whatever song was playing as you thumbed through the racks.  Completely unaware of your surroundings, you were startled by a sudden deep voice from behind you, “Hey there.”

Clutching a hand to your chest in surprise and whirling around to greet the owner of the voice, your eyes traveled upward to fall upon none other than the face of Laurent Brossoit.  You knew each other through mutual friends; you were close with Adam and he had introduced the two of you at a Jets team event.  The rest of that night had consisted of non-stop flirting, one too many drinks, and sexual tension thick enough to cut.  But nothing had happened, you went your separate ways without so much as a number exchange.  You had seen each other a couple of other times after that and chatted a bit, but it was never the same caliber as the night you first met.  In fact, you hadn’t felt that kind intensity since then- until now.  The face looking down at you had a cocky smile spread across it and you felt your heart skip a beat.  Reaching out with your free hand, you lightly smacked him in the chest.

“Jesus Christ, Laurent!” you exclaimed as quietly as you could, trying to lower your heart rate by taking a deep breath. “You scared me!”

“Whoops,” he chuckled, grinning down at you, “sorry about that. It’s good to see you.”

His smile was infectious and you couldn’t stop the one that grew on your face. “It’s good to see you too. How are you? What are you doing here?”

“I’m doing well, just doing a little bit of shopping, you know?” he responded casually. “I saw you and I wanted to come say hi. It’s been awhile.”

“It has been,” you said softly, nodding in agreement.

The conversation continued from there, the tone comfortable, light, and even a little playful. Talking to Laurent was easy; words flowed freely and you were so distracted by your exchange that you hadn’t even realized when it had turned flirty.  Somehow running out of things to say, the two of you just gazed at each other, faces mere inches apart.  You could feel your heart thudding in your chest, your subconscious wishing he would just close the space between the two of you, but instead he broke the silence that had washed over you.

“Let me buy you lingerie.”

Taken aback, you let out a choking sound as you peeled yourself away from his magnetic charm.  “I’m sorry, what?”

“Let me buy you lingerie,” Laurent repeated, a confident grin breaking out across his features.

Regarding his offer for a moment, you finally agreed with a hesitant nod, not quite trusting your voice at the moment.  Engulfing your hand with his large one, he led you away from the clothes you had been looking at to the lingerie.  You weren’t exactly sure what was going on, but you’d be lying to yourself if noticing how big his hand was compared to yours didn’t turn you.

“Let me know if you find something you like,” he leaned down to say low into your ear before backing away with the flash of a smirk.

You couldn’t believe this was actually happening.  You stood gaping at him for a moment before your brain started to work again and realized you couldn’t just let him have the upperhand.

“We’ll see,” you shrugged, teasing.  You turned your back to him and started looking through the racks of beautiful, and expensive, lingerie.

You were quickly lost in a sea of fabrics and colors, everything catching your eye but at the same time you kept part of your attention on Laurent, who stood nearby.  You did your best to attempt to look like you were ignoring him, however you couldn’t deny that you were drawn to him like a moth to the flame.

“This is nice, don’t you think?” Laurent said with a smirk from across the aisle, holding up a very sheer and strappy burgundy set.  “I think it’d look fantastic on you.”  God, he was so infuriatingly attractive, it wasn’t even fair.

Managing to keep your shock at his words beneath a poker face, you sauntered over to him and made a note of how his eyes hungrily raked over your body.  You leaned up to respond to him, close enough that your breath ghosted over his lips, “It was nice to see you again, Laurent. We should do it again sometime.”  You were reluctant to dismiss him, but another five minutes with the sexual tension between the two of you was going to drive you out of your mind--or home with him.  

You moved away from him before he had a chance to reply, resuming your search for lingerie a few racks over.  A sudden hand on your waist made you jump a second time that day, Laurent’s voice sending chills down your spine and straight to your core, “I’ll leave you to your browsing. See you later, beautiful.”

Knowing yourself and the fact that if you acknowledged him in any way, you’d jump his bones right then and there, you kept your eyes trained on the racks in front of you as he walked away.  Glancing up, you took the opportunity presented to you to admire the way his jeans fit around his sculpted thighs and ass; that is, until he looked back and caught you in the act with another cheeky smirk.

“By the way, burgundy is definitely your color.”

His words had an electrifying effect on you and your cheeks were probably flushed burgundy as you embarrassedly directed your gaze to anywhere but him.  Your body screamed at you to follow him and invite him back to your apartment, but thankfully your mind was in a better state.  The two of you were obviously attracted to each other, there was no doubt about that.  However, whether or not he was interested in a fling or an actual relationship was what you weren’t sure about.  But before you could get lost too far in your own thoughts, Laurent’s distant voice brought you back to the present.

He was talking to the sales clerk at the checkout counter a few yards away, handing her what you could only assume to be his credit card.  You thanked whomever for your good hearing as his words were clear to you, “Whatever she wants, it’s on me.”

Trying to busy yourself with the racks of lingerie you really weren’t looking at at all, the handsome goaltender caught your eye as he left with a wink.  Letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding, you rushed back over to where the set was that Laurent had commented on earlier.  You easily found your size and deciding to take the literal meaning of his words, you picked up a few other clothing items that you had been eyeing before being swept away by your very attractive benefactor.  Checking out with the same clerk that had Laurent’s information, you began to devise a plan in your mind to get back at him for the merciless teasing he had subjected you to today.

Studying yourself in the full length mirror on your door, you understood what Laurent meant by saying burgundy was your color.  Although it was obscenely sheer and had taken you the good part of ten minutes to actually put on, the lingerie fit like a glove.  It had only been a few hours since you had seen Laurent last, but even time and a cold shower couldn’t stop your body from practically humming with desire for him.  So, your brain decided to give in to that want and formulated a plan that involved sending Laurent a photo of you and an invitation for him to join you for the night.  Slipping on a black satin robe you had also picked up to finish the look, you settled onto your bed with your phone open to Snapchat.  Leaning back into your expanse of pillows, you posed as seductively as you could for the photo and captioned it simply, “Come over?”  Heart pounding in your chest, your finger hovered over the send button.  What if he didn’t want to?  Or worse, what if he wasn’t interested?  Shaking off your anxieties, you studied the picture you had just taken.  You exuded sultriness with half lidded eyes, comfortably pouted lips, and one breast on full display through the thin fabric of the lingerie; if you were in Laurent’s place getting a photo like that, your mouth would be watering and you’d be stupid not to accept.  Smiling a little proudly to yourself, you took a deep breath and hit send.

What surprised you was the fact that he opened your message almost within the minute, but you didn’t hear back from him right away like one would expect, or at all actually.  Your worst fears were coming true; he wasn’t interested like that.  Oh God, what if he told his team what had happened and you became the laughingstock?  What would they think of you, what would Adam think of you for trying to hook up with one of his teammates?

Your quickly maddening thoughts dissipated when you heard a knock on your front door.  Arising from your perch on your bed, you tied your robe tightly around yourself for some decency and went to go answer it.  Swinging it open, you came face to face, well face to chest really, with none other than Laurent.  He grinned down at you while you struggled to find words.

“I- Why- What are you doing here?” you stammered out after a moment of static within your head.

“You invited me?” he raised an eyebrow at you.  “Unless that incredibly sexy photo wasn’t meant for my eyes.”

“No! I mean yes- I-“ you groaned, covering your face with your hands and moving away from the doorway.  So much for being seductive.  “Just… come in.”  He was so frustrating and attractive at the same time, it was almost unbearable. With a sigh, you continued to explain yourself from behind your hands, “You didn’t respond so I- I don’t know, I thought you’d just leave me on read.”

The sounds of soft chuckling and the closing of your door were followed by gentle hands grasping your wrists as Laurent pulled yours from your face.  “You really think I would leave an absolutely gorgeous thing like yourself on read?”

“It’s stupid, I know I’m-“ you were cut off as the once soft hands turned rough as he pulled your body to his.  You felt a rush of warmth spread to your cheeks when you felt his hard-on press against you.

“I offered to buy you lingerie. You think I wasn’t hoping you’d call me tonight?” he growled low in your ear.  “You are so irresistible, you don’t even know the effect you have on me, baby.”

You shivered, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to bite back a moan.  

“Don’t bite your lip, angel,” he murmured, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as he pressed a kiss to your heated skin. “That’s my job.”

And with his words, Laurent captured your mouth in a passionate and hurried kiss, all tongue and teeth, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.  You were quick to deepen the kiss almost immediately; your hands raking through his hair as his large ones found their place all over your body.  Your nimble fingers scrambled to remove his shirt and with little difficulty, you had found success.  As Laurent was busy ravishing your mouth, you ran your hands over the dense muscle of his chest with a sigh of pleasure; they were right, Laurent was ripped.  Imagining what his body could do to yours was going to leave you dripping, so you turned your attention back to the sensation of his lips on yours.  You became so focused on the euphoric feeling of his tongue in your mouth and your sudden thoughts of having something else of his down your throat, that you let out a surprised moan when you felt Laurent’s strong fingers dig into your ass.  Without warning, he used his newly found hand placement to pick you up and pin you to the closest wall.  Wrapping your legs around his torso, you moaned wantonly into his mouth, your body desperate for something more.

His mouth eventually slowed on yours, Laurent’s teeth grazing your bottom lip as he pulled back slightly, pupils blown wide with lust.  

“Fuck, you sound so pretty…” he whispered almost reverently to himself.  

Eyes falling to the lips that had just been attached to your own, you couldn’t help but wonder what else his mouth could do to your body.

“Well if that’s how it’s gonna be with just a picture,” you teased breathlessly, “then I can’t wait for what happens when you see it in person.”

Your words elicited a soft groan from Laurent as he latched his mouth onto the pulse point on your neck, aiming to leave a hickey that you would struggle to cover up for work.  You moaned loudly as he worked his lips and teeth over your skin, your legs pulling him closer to your center.  When he was satisfied with his handiwork, Laurent kissed down the front of your throat and across your decolletage to where the neckline of your robe began.

“Bedroom?” he asked, a little breathless himself for once. “I mean, I’m good here, but I really want to have the full effect of you in that lingerie.”

You laughed, running one hand through his hair while you pointed in the general direction with the other.  “Just down the hall and to the right.”

“And,” he added when you were finished, a devious grin forming on his face, “I’ve been wanting to eat you out since the first night we met.”

Suddenly at a loss for words, you were frozen where he held you, wide-eyed and practically buzzing with lust for him.  After what felt like the longest moment of your entire life, all your brain could think of to say was, “Oh, fuck me.”

“That’s the plan, angel,” Laurent laughed as he peeled the two of you away from the wall.  While he was busy holding you up, you decided it was your turn to repay him for the dark bruise that would appear on your neck.  Settling on a spot right underneath his jaw, you set to work as he carried you to your room.  Unfortunately for you, your endeavors were halted when he tapped your ass lightly to signal for you to get down from where you had practically wrapped yourself around him.  Once your feet were steady on the floor, Laurent took it upon himself to rid you of the fabric that was shielding the burgundy number from his hungry eyes.

“Holy shit,” he exhaled, the look in his eyes as he scanned your body making the ache between your thighs increase tenfold.

“You like it?” you asked with a hint of a smirk to your lips.  Making a man this alluring act in the way he was made you feel almost powerful.

“I fucking love it.” Laurent’s voice was low as scooped you up yet again, but this time you were dropped carefully onto the pile of pillows made up at your headboard.  Not wanting to waste any more time, he quickly shed his jeans and joined you on the bed, but not before you ogled the size of the tent in his underwear.  He must’ve been painfully hard at that point, and you were the cause of it.  Hovering over you, the sheer size difference between the two of you alone was enough to leave you gasping, but the brief heated kiss he pressed to your lips left you absolutely winded.

“God, you have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now,” Laurent mumbled, sitting up slightly to caress one of your breasts, thumb lightly brushing over your sensitive bud.  

Whimpering softly, you threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands gently.  “Shit, Laurent, please-”

“Yes?” he grinned at you, obviously waiting for you to be more specific with your request.

“Just- fuck, touch me already-”

“Ask nicely, babygirl, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”  The cocky air to his voice was so apparent, had you been in any other situation, you would have rolled your eyes.  But instead, you were under him and desperate, almost begging for the attention that your cunt sorely needed.

“Please?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, bottom lip between your teeth in a final attempt to tease him.

“Shit,” he groaned under his breath, kissing down your neck and chest; every touch of his lips a fiery path straight to where you wanted him most.

As he slid down your body, pressing kisses to your fevered skin in his wake, your breath caught in your throat when you realized what he was doing.  Looking up at you with a smirk on his stupidly attractive face, Laurent moved to pull your panties off with his teeth.  

“Oh fuck,” you breathed, watching him with wide eyes as you eagerly let him slide them off your body.

After successfully removing the garment, he kissed back up your leg and turned his attention to your inner thigh, close but not close enough to your aching pussy.  Sucking a few rushed but still extremely erotic hickies onto your thighs and hips, he finally settled down between your thighs.  When he opened his mouth to speak again, you knew you were in for a long night.

“Let’s see how many of those pretty sounds I can get you to make, babygirl.”

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[hanniiesuckle17]

Human; 2

A/n: WHATS UP FUCKERS *jk I love you cuties* Anyway......I'm supposed to publish my next chapter of my quotev fic tomorrow at noon....and I still have 3 phs left to write! Fantastic! ANYWAY you guys wanted a pt. 2 and I might post another thing after this idk.

Member: Bangchan ft. Seungmin

Summary: Your friend (we are just gonna call her Irene idfk) had this huge crush on your brother's friend, who you didn't really know that well but you were really chill with everyone and you agreed to help her. Over time you slowly inch yourselves into your brothers friend group, but what happens when feelings go different ways.

Genre: school au, college au?, friends to lovers, angst-ish

My breaths slowed as I sat with him. I felt Bangchan turn his head away from me and whispered something I couldn't make out as my head still was pounding against my skull. I looked up to see Jisung and a tall boy that I didn't recognize. Jisung looked over to me in Chan's lap and I could just see his heartbreak looking at the tears on my cheeks.

The other boy turned off the shower and Chan whispered softly into my ear, "Do you think you can stand?" I nodded and Jisung took my arm gently helping me up and letting me lean on him. Immediately he took me into a hug, not caring that I was drenched in water.

"Come on. Hyunjin, will you get the door?" Jisung said to the tall boy with black hair. He stood kind of awkwardly obviously wanting to help, but not knowing how. He rushed and opened the door to the hallway and Jisung let me lean on him as we walked out of the locker room. I could hear the other two boys follow us out into the hall as Jisung lead me through the school and into the parking lot. I started to shiver even more, finally feeling the state the cold shower had put me in. The boy lead me to a silver car I didn’t recognize. 

“Take my keys. You drive.” Chan opened the door to the backseat and handed the keys to Jisung who handed me off to Bangchan. He walked around the car that I now assumed was Chan’s and got in. Bangchan helped me get into the back seat and the put his hand to my cheek once he got in and closed the door, He winced at how cold I was and grabbed a loose sweatshirt from the floor board draping it over me. He tried his best to warm me up as Jisung drove the four of us somewhere. 

“We’re almost there okay?” Chan kept his eyes on my shivering form, rubbing my shoulder. Moments later, Jisung stopped the car and helped the both of us out of the car and into Chan’s driveway. Hyunjin continued his job of opening doors. Bless his heart the lil bean. Bangchan told the boys that he could take it from here and lead me upstairs. He sat me on his bed and quickly ran to the adjoining bathroom, bringing back towels and wrapping me from head to toe. 

I watched him rush back and forth trying to take care of me, mumbling to himself about never cleaning his room. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and brought me into the bathroom and started running a hot shower, steam filling the room quickly. “Take as long as you want. Just get warm.” He gave me a gentle smile before leaving the room to give me privacy. 

Thirty minutes later I stepped out of the hot shower and slipped on a robe hanging on the back of the door. Opening the door leading to Chan’s bedroom I quietly entered. I turned a blush on my face when I walked in on him pulling  a new shirt over his head, flinging the soaking one into a hamper by the door. He turned around not expecting me to be there. “Oh you scared me!” I smiled a little at how adorable he was. “Sorry.” My voice came out raw and quiet.

He scratched the back of his neck before realizing I was just awkwardly standing in his room in just a robe . A blush rose to his cheeks and he scrambled to his dresser pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a jumper that said ‘3RACHA’ on the front. I laughed as he handed them to me. As soon as I took them he turned around so I could change. I quickly slipped the pants on and pulled the drawstring so they wouldn’t fall off. The soft fabric of the jumper felt warm and smooth against my skin an the sleeves fell past my arms, making my hands even warmer. 

“You can turn around now, Channie.” I said trying to put a smile on. When he turned he saw my effort and shook his head. “Don’t do that. Don’t put on a fake smile for me.” His eyes scanned me up and down and he laughed seeing the sweater paws the jumper gave me. Pulling the fabric back he felt how cold my hands were. “Crap. You’re still cold.” He pushed me gently back onto his bed and pulled easily five other blankets from his closet.

“What are you doing, idiot? Get under the covers!” I smiled and pulled the blankets of his bed back. He piled blanket after blanket on top of me until you could barely see my face. “Chan I think this is a little over kill. I’m fine now. Your dad is showing.” He glared at me and put his hand to my cheek again. “Ha! Take that bitch! You’re still cold!” I laughed as he danced around. “Oh shit. You’re still cold.” He scratched the back of his head trying to think of what to do. 

It was then I noticed that his shoulders were shaking slightly. “Chan you’re one to talk! Look at you, you are shivering!” I said sitting up. “I’m fine.” “No, you aren’t.” “Y/n, I’m fi-” I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to my level so we could see eye to eye. The action shocked him and his eyes went wide. “Chan you can’t afford to get sick. You are taking your last finals before you graduate soon. Now I swear to god, get in the God damn bed before you get sick.” He just stared at me, trying to figure out how serious I was. My brow went up as he tested my patience not moving a muscle.

“Fine.” Hesitantly he climbed under the massive amounts of covers with me. “I’m sorry. I just would have felt guilty if you were sick because of me.” Chan lay on his side facing me and I could see the little tiny flecks of gold in his dark brown eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I shrugged not quite knowing how to answer the question. “My head still hurts, but I’m mostly just tired.” He chuckled and pulled me into his chest. 

“Sleep. I’ll call Jeongin in a minute to tell him you’re okay.” I nodded enjoying how comforting his arms felt. My eyes started to droop closed. I was in that state of sleep where I was still conscious of what was going around me, but I couldn’t open my eyes even if I wanted to. I kept expecting to feel Bangchan get up to call my brother, but he never did. He stayed next to me the entire time.

Third POV...

A loud banging woke Chan up with a start. Usually he was a light sleeper, but then again usually he stayed up until four am working on homework or lyrics for the next 3RACHA show.  His eyes squinted at the bright light shining through his window. Y/n shifting next to him brought his attention back to her. Her hands were pressed against his chest and her hair rested against his shoulder and arm, tickling his skin. 

The banging again diverted his attention. Carefully, he rested Y/n’s head on the pillow and he got out of bed. Shuffling down the stairs he wondered who would be banging on his door at...he looked at the clock in the hallway. 2:54. Oh. Still the banging was rude. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” He opened the door to find a distressed Seungmin on his doorstep. “Chan? This is your house?” I rubbed my eyes trying to comprehend what he was doing here. 

“Yeah this is my house. Okay, one why are you here and two....never mind that was essentially the same question. What the fuck are you doing here?” Seungmin looked quite confused as he stared at his hyung. “I was looking for Y/n. Jisung said she was at this address. And I-” “What the hell makes you think she would want to talk to you after what you did!” Bangchan raised his voice getting angry quite fast. He wanted nothing more than to punch him, but he restrained himself. 

"Is she here? I just want to talk." Bangchan was a reasonable person. Someone who wanted to see the best in everyone, but he couldn't keep the thought out of his mind that Seungmin didn't even deserve to look at Y/n. He opened his mouth about to say something, but was interrupted by a soft voice coming from the top of the stairway.

"Channie? Is everything okay?" She rubbed her eyes trying to push the sleep away. Should he tell her? Or should he just shut the door and pretend it was nothing? "Seungmin is here. I was just about to tell him to leave." His words while decisive in his mind, came out hesitantly.

"No. I have something I want to say." She came next to him and looked at the boy outside. At first she didn't say anything. She just took a deep breath and stared at him. Under her gaze Seungmin shifted quite uncomfortably.

"You knew." He nodded letting his eyes drop to his shoes in shame. She took a step forward causing him to look up. Chan watched the situation warily, ready to step in if she needed him. Y/n felt an entire range of emotions. But she only channeled one.

The sound of her hand across his cheek rang loud and clear. While shocked, Seungmin took the hit knowing it was well deserved, but that only seemed to frustrate Y/n. She clenched her fist and Seungmin winced away from her, but it was too late. Twice she hit him, the second knocking him fully to the ground. Bangchan quickly pulled her back afraid of the damage she would cause.

Seungmin brought his hand away from his mouth to see blood. "You are a coward." Her breath was ragged from literally jumping the boy. "You knew I liked you this whole time and you didn't even think to be generous enough to let me down so I wouldn't have waste eight years of my life." Again he looked down in shame. She brushed Chan's grip away from her stomach and stood before him.

The next thing she did, shocked both of them. She held out her hand to Seungmin. Cautiously he took it and let her pull him up. "I don't want your apologies." He nodded and turned to leave. "I already have forgiven you. But, that doesn't mean I will look at you the same way ever again." He was shocked not expecting her answer. "Next time when you fuck up, don't wait a day and a half to apologize." With that she walked back into the house leaving both boys speechless.

"Ummm.....bye?" Chan said with a little wave before closing the door behind him. He heard a noise from the kitchen and entered to see Y/n gripping her hand. "Punching someone hurts doesn't it?" He chuckled and pulled a bag of frozen peas out of the freezer.

She laughed and truly smiled. "That felt so good!" Chan took her hand and looked at her knuckles which were already starting to bruise. "Remind me never to get on your bad side." He said wincing.

"I could never be mad at you. I like you too much." For some reason, the words had a different meaning for Chan. He knew why. He occupied himself with keeping the cold bag on her hand and tried to force the blush on his cheeks to go away. "You okay, Channie?" She asked with a laugh. Shaking his head he said,

"No, I like you too much."

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pride month - day 10 - coming out

I've never written kuzupeko before zjjzjsjs so idk how. This sounds. Anyway. I also wrote this up on Vent and am posting it via mobile so no readmore, sorry!!

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1 NEW MSSG FROM:

TAKA

Please tell me Fuyu-

hiko will be coming

with you.

Peko sighs and shakes her head - not at her panicked cousin, but at this whole stupid situation. She knows he tried to talk his stepdad into letting him skip this family get together, but he'd had no sympathy. If he had, he would have taken pity on them all no matter how dangerous he said his work was. And his half-sister was with her mom.

What a mess. But then, their family always has been.

TO: TAKA

Yes. Expect a fight

to break out. 🙄

She doesn't know why he doesn't bring his own boyfriend with him. If the rumors about his temper are true, then she can say this with honesty: it can't possibly get any worse. Hell, maybe Fuyuhiko would appreciate the backup when it comes down to the inevitable argument about this year's latest discourse.

1 NEW MSSG FROM:

TAKAAKI

Please don't bring your

sword, might be temp-

ted to use it.

Like night and day, he and his son are sometimes. Taka's so concerned with keeping the family peace, and her uncle's just waiting for the minute it all falls apart. "You ready to go?" she calls out into the hallway, tapping out a quick reply.

TO: TAKAAKI

Cousin Nikki?

"Yeah, just one - shit - motherfucker!"

Peko sighs and shoves the phone in her pocket. She gets the impression that he's stalling, even if he doesn't realize he's doing it. She can't blame him; her mom and uncle are pretty open, but the rest of their shared family...

Well.

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They finally get on the road about fifteen minutes later than planned. Fuyuhiko's anxious about it, ranting under his breath to try and cover his fear with anger. After about an hour of blowing off steam he finally takes up her offer of pulling out the Switch, but there's still a lot of guilt on his face when he checks on his Eevee.

Her phone buzzes with a text that's probably from her cousin, having taken up the you're not here yet oh god did you crash are you dead on the side of the road mantle after their grandmother passed two summers ago. Fuyuhiko grabs it, checks it, sighs with a smile.

"Your uncle's out of his mind," he says, fingers moving over the keys.

She laughs quietly. "My sword or your gun?"

"Your cousin's boyfriend." He looks way too happy as he hits send with flourish. "Nikki's off the shits again. Something about running over protestors with a car. And calling Taka 'Kyo' again."

She tries to put the pieces together in her head. "So he wants Mondo to come and set her straight?"

"Something like that. He's pretty feral for a cop." He pauses. "In a good way, I mean. More chaotic than lawful."

"Your father screwing over your choices in life will do that." It comes out way too bitter. She has to remind herself not to hold the wheel so tightly and not to tailgate. This is why he hates it when they drive anywhere.

They should change the subject to pretty much anything else, at least while they're both still in the car, but her mind can't get off if it. She doesn't get why any of them still do this when they could just go as a smaller unit on some vacation. Family ties and everything shouldn't matter - they don't matter, except for her cousin and -

"I'm really glad Taka's coming." Peko takes a second to look from the road to her boyfriend. His eyes are still on the console but it's not a concentrated look. "He's already done this shit before, the whole 'coming out to your nutjob family' thing." He looks on the verge of frustrated tears. "It's stupid. I should have known earlier. I should have said something -"

"Stop." She hears the sharp intake of breath holding back the insecurities. "It is no one else's business when you realized or how you realized. You are not obligated to answer any questions or inane comments about your gender or presentation to anyone."

He doesn't speak. There's no noise from the Switch and no rustling, no nervous fidgets. She looks at him again, and he's just staring at her, like he does sometimes when they're alone.

It doesnt matter how long they've been together, it still makes her blush. "I love you," he says.

"I love you too." There's a couple more minutes of quiet before she hears the sounds of Pokemon switching out, running around, being caught. It's interrupted by her phone again, buzzing loud. "And what weapon does he require now?"

"My sister."

Wow. "He wants you, Mondo, and Natsumi all in a room? Together? With our ultra-conservative family?"

"Yep."

She thinks about it. "Well. Mondo's bike can fit two people."

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