#something fun and not too serious to take away from her usual responsibilities

[avocado-writing]

Can I request companions + Halsins reactions to a tav who snorts when they laugh really hard and is embarrassed about it so they try to control their laughter as much as possible?

OH i love this one!!

Astarion

oh he is delighted when he first hears you.

will 👏 not 👏 stop 👏 teasing 👏 you 👏

but you know he doesn’t really mean anything by it. if you tease him back about things in return, he thinks it’s all good fun.

eventually becomes quite fond of your laugh. it’s nice to hear something so genuine when he lives a live of exaggeration and attempting to hide his emotions.

begins to smile whenever he hears it.

Gale

so so so so pleased to have made you laugh that hard.

he sees the way you cover your mouth in embarrassment and lets you know that he finds your laugh charming. he can see how flustered that makes you but you seem pleased, too.

goes out of his way to make you chuckle from that point on. more than usual, anyway, and he looks so happy whenever you snort because of him. expect lots of daft puns.

you think maybe you’ve laughed more with Gale than you have for the rest of your life.

Wyll

genuinely taken aback, but doesn’t mean to be rude.

when he sees you’re humiliated by it, he quickly reassures you that there’s nothing wrong with how you laugh, he just didn’t expect it.

you’ve been so solemn on this journey so far, after all — he thought you were just averse to humour, not that you were trying to hide how you sounded!

encourages you to laugh more, not cover up this lovely thing about you. if anyone has anything to say about it?? well your Blade will step in ❤️

Karlach

“oh my GODS I love your laugh!”

she’s so chuffed to hear it properly! you sound so lovely!

her laugh is loud too, big and booming and takes over the whole camp.

she tries to get you to laugh more. if she knows you’re ticklish, she will descend upon you until you’ve lost it, just left in tears.

it’s hard to feel self conscious about it when she’s there, making you so happy!

Lae’zel

also not known for her sense of humour… but something happens to make you laugh one day, and you snort so loudly.

she is so shocked that she starts to laugh too, and it’s such a strange sound! like a croak. you can’t help but giggle in response.

and then the two of you are just there, like you’ve had Hideous Laughter cast on you, losing yourselves at the silliness of the situation, stuck in utter joy at each other’s laughs.

eventually you compose yourselves. she looks you in the eye, wipes away a tear.

“we never speak of this again.”

Shadowheart

giggles when she hears you, then manages to get ahold of yourself.

“sorry, sorry. I just wasn’t expecting… that.”

confesses that she’s unused to much laughter due to her upbringing, so she understands your serious nature.

but, at the same time, encourages you to express your feelings. she knows she’d love to hear you laugh more. she finds it quite sweet, actually.

and if anyone mocks you? well, no heals for them.

Halsin

also overjoyed.

does what he can to bring the sound out of you more. it quickly becomes one of his favourites.

when you confide you’re self-conscious about it, he reassures you:

”my heart, there are many wonderful sounds in nature that perhaps we don’t expect. maybe yours is one of them. it makes it no less beautiful.”

then he turns into a bear and does a forward roll which leaves you in stitches 💕

#astarion x reader #astarion x you #shadowheart x reader #shadowheart x you #lae'zel x reader #lae'zel x you #astarion x tav #shadowheart x tav #lae'zel x tav #gale x tav #gale of waterdeep x tav #gale x reader #gale of waterdeep x reader #wyll x tav #wyll x reader #wyll ravengard x tav #wyll ravenguard x reader #karlach x tav #karlach x reader #halsin x tav #halsin x reader

[unoislazy]

I am feral for Mizu and you’ve been feeding me well with your Mizu fics so thank you so much for your service!! 💕💕💕💕💗💗💗💗💗 i really enjoy your writing and the way you portray Mizu. With that said i wanna run a scenario by you and im just wondering how do you think it’d play out (if you like the idea enough to do a mini fic or headcanons that’d be awesome but if not then that’s okay and i understand 💕) hear me out, what if Mikio had a sister and she lived with him and Mizu during the time they were married, say her and Mizu bonded while they all live together but then their friendship blossoms into romantic love 🥺 how do you think that’d play out?

I Am No Coward

(Part 1)

Mizu x Fem! Reader

A/N: all of you guys are so nice and I love all of you. Thank you for the suggestion! This will be around a 4 part series that I hope to continue working on in the near future so BUCKLE UP

Also!

I am planning on making a Mizu x Black reader soon but I’m struggling on deciding a scenario for it. If anyone has any suggestions they won’t be to try out for it, I’ll take them with open arms!

Summary: You’re Mikio’s sister and todays the day you meet his new bride to be.

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Days were quiet with you and your older brother Mikio. After you had been put under his care and he had been outcasted by the lord, you both lived on his land more on the countryside, away from those who would cast their unwanted opinions on to you.

You usually took care of the more mundane tasks, cooking, cleaning; Things Mikio never truly liked to do. He wasn’t against helping but he was usually too busy with the horses to ever truly give you a hand. You knew your brother was obsessed with trying to win back the favor of the Shogun and as much as you knew it wasn’t going to happen, you let him believe anyways.

Time went on as usual until one day Mikio had returned home with some news.

“I’ve been offered a wife.” He said plainly as he took off his cape. You stopped cutting the vegetables and turned to him with a smile.

“That’s great… right?” You smiled hopefully. Given that he was now deemed an outcast and he was an older man it was unlikely that he would find any matches at this point, so you were just pleased that someone had been offered.

“She has the eyes of an onryo.” Was all he said in response before walking over to you. He kneeled down, watching what you were doing with a watchful yet critical eye. He adjusted your hand, suggesting that you had been cutting wrong in the first place.

“And that’s a problem?” You asked, your smile dropping for a moment as you rolled your eyes at his wordless suggestion. You knew he truly had no say in what opportunities were offered to him, you both did. If he had anything to gain, he should take it. He sighed for a moment, looking down before answering,

“No, She’ll be here in three days.”

Your smile returned, pleased to know that at least your brother would experience something other than the constant stress of trying to win back his honor.

You didn’t care what his wife would look like, she could have blue eyes, green hair, and purple skin for all you cared. All you cared about was your brother being happy, and you hoped she would be the key to that.

Mikio used to be a much more upbeat man. He liked to bring light to dreary situations with a joke or some laughter, but he always knew when to keep it serious. However, after he had been outcasted it seemed like all the fun parts of him disappeared. He became so hellbent on training the horses to be the best they could be that he forgot to have fun or indulge himself in anything. You used to enjoy spending time with him and you were elated when you realized you would be put under his care, but that joy soon subsided when you realized just the effect a bruised ego can have on a man. He became closed off, irritable, and would barely even give you the time of day. He cared about nothing more than his honor and as much as you tried not to, you began to resent him for it.

But you kept your thoughts to yourself and went on with your life, hoping someone would come along and change him.

The three days had passed and it was time for his new bride to arrive.

And Mikio was nowhere in sight.

You sighed, disappointed in him, believing he was avoiding yet another responsibility that seemed to ‘get in the way’ of his horses. Even if you had suggested anything, he wouldn’t listen to you, he knew what was best for him.

At least that’s what he claimed.

You sat quietly outside your house, waiting patiently for the woman to arrive so you could greet her. If anything you were ecstatic to meet the mystery woman and you hoped you’d manage to get along with her.

It hadn’t taken long for you to see them approaching. The two women walked towards your direction, both holding two bags, presumably full of their belongings. However, the younger woman seemed to also be holding what looked like a sheathed sword.

You smiled, now standing and walking down the steps, excited to meet the woman. You watched as the two women made their way towards you, one older and one younger. The older woman had turned to face the house that you stood before and spotted you, giving you a wide smile before turning back to the younger woman who seemed reluctant to continue following.

You couldn’t blame her.

Marriage wasn’t something a woman had control over in your world, you just got lucky that you got placed under your brother's care; because of him you were also considered ‘disgraced’ so not many men would truly want you.

She finally made her way, after many unpleasant words from her mother, and stood at her full height with a very plain expression.

She was beautiful.

You examined her features for as long as you could deem polite, your eyes floated from her hair, to her dress, taking in her height, and then lastly taking notice of her eyes.

However, when it came to her eyes, you didn’t see the eyes of an onryo. You saw eyes that reflected a color you saw only in the sky above, you had never seen such eyes before, but you needn’t stare and make the woman uncomfortable, she just got here after all.

You walked towards the two women, an excited smile on your face as you greeted them.

“Hello! You must be the woman Mikio’s going to marry. What’s your name?” You asked happily, the woman stared at you for a moment, clearly in some inner battle with herself on what to do now that she’s in this position. You waited patiently, understanding that being forced to marry someone is not always the happiest thing to do so you did not want to push her.

Her mother, however, cleared her throat and sent a glare at the woman, you assumed from this she was the one who had set up this offer.

The woman sighed, looking back towards you and answering,

“Mizu, my name is Mizu.” She waited for a moment before looking at you, expecting you to say something before speaking up again and asking, “and you are?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I’m Mikio’s sister.” You introduced yourself, you did give them your name but you figured it would be more helpful for them to know why you were there in the first place. With this new information Mizu seemed to relax just the slightest bit. Maybe she thought you were a concubine.

Gross.

“So, Where is the man?” Mizu’s mother asked, seemingly wanting to get the show on the road as she turned to you expectantly. You averted your gaze, a bit embarrassed as you answered,

“I’m actually not sure.”

With that answer both of the women stared at you like you were crazy.

“You may or may not be happy to know that Mikio often isn’t home. He’s usually out training his horses.” You explained, trying to subdue the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’m sure he’ll be here any minute.”

As if on cue, you could hear the thumping of hooves accompanied by the sound of a horse's whinny. You all turned to the source of the noise which just so happened to be the aforementioned man. You sighed a small sigh of relief, thankful that he didn’t make himself look too bad.

You snuck a small glance at Mizu, wanting to gauge her reaction to your brother and you noticed that her fists were balled up tightly and her face was scrunched. Just like you had expected, the marriage wasn’t her idea. You hoped to the gods your brother wouldn’t ruin this opportunity, if not for his sake than for yours, you were tired of only having his company and truly wanted someone else to be around.

Mikio yields his horse, stopping just in front of Mizu. The first words he uttered were,

“You’re not as hideous as I expected.”

If you could’ve gotten up on that horse and smacked the life out of that man, you would’ve. It didn’t have to be love at first sight but out of all the things to say when he first meets his soon to be wife, and that's what he says? In that moment you were disappointed to have introduced him as your brother.

“You’re a lot older than I expected.” Mizu responded, earning a quiet snicker from you. Between you and your brother there was a decent age difference. If anything you were closer to Mizu’s age which was quite weird in your eyes but… it’s a sign of the times you guessed. Mikio shot you a silent glare telling you to shut up, which you did and you acted as if you had done nothing wrong.

“Let’s get this over with.” He said plainly, guiding his horse back to the field. You rolled your eyes, turning back to Mizu who just watched him go with a very obvious glare on her face.

“I’m sorry about him but if it's any consolation, you won’t have to deal with him alone.” You mentioned, trying to be at least a little encouraging. Mizu looked at you, her glare subsiding as she gave you a very small smile. With that, Mizu’s mother quickly began to rush her inside, wanting to get her ready to be wed before the sun went down. You offered your assistance in getting her ready, the entire time taking it as an opportunity to get to know Mizu.

“I noticed you brought a sword, do you know how to fight?” You asked curiously as you carefully brushed the white makeup across Mizu’s pale face. You couldn’t help but admire the woman's beauty, sure she might not have had the face of a princess, but to you that didn't mean anything. Her eyes of course were the main feature but you had also taken notice of the curl that stuck out from her hair that was pulled up.

“I fought a bit in the past… I don’t know how much I’ll keep up with it though.” She answered with a sigh but she regained her composure once she had looked over to her mother who glared at her.

“I don't know, Mikio might enjoy someone to fight with,” You began, gaining her interest a bit as she looked back up towards you. “And if he doesn't, then I would love to learn if you’d be willing to teach me.”

She gave another small smile, acknowledging your attempt to lighten her mood.

Once she had finished getting ready, her makeup was done, she was dressed in all white, you and her mother took a step back to assess how she looked.

“You look perfect!” You exclaimed to which her mother slightly nodded.

“You look fine, now where is your brother?” She asked impatiently. You turned to her, about to answer but Mikio had already walked in before you could say anything. He had taken off his cape that he wore everywhere and walked past you without saying a word. You sneered at him, he couldn't even try to make an effort? He was more of a grump than you ever remembered him being.

The private ceremony went on with the help of Mizu’s mother. You had no role in the ceremony so you simply sat back and watched. You looked on and for a strange reason you almost wanted to stop them… you felt as if one of them was making a mistake and all though it wasn’t entirely clear who, you could take a wild guess and probably be right. Regardless, you sat back. Your opinion in this matter doesn't matter anyways even if you did have the courage to go out and say it.

Immediately after they had finished, Mikio stood up, handed his dish over to Mizu, and went on his way. You could see the subtle yet dejected look that came across Mizu’s face and you felt a pang in your heart. Sure he might not know the woman very well but the least he could do is act as if he’s even the slightest bit interested. You quickly walked over to Mizu and took the dishes from her hands.

“I’ll take those, don’t worry about them.” You smiled at her, again trying to offer some sort of comfort or reassurance but this time it led to no avail. Her mother had decided it would be best to get her ‘ready for tonight’ so they both walked out and into a different room, as they walked out though the expression Mizu held had shifted to one of confusion or fear.

You sat quietly as you cleaned out the dishes that had been sitting around from hours prior. The resentment you felt for your brother only doubled down by seeing his actions first hand. Was he the most disrespectful man to ever walk the earth? No, but you still expected better from him, and when he arrived home you weren’t going to let him forget it.

A few hours had passed and the sun had set long before your brother had finally deemed it an appropriate enough time to come home. The moment he did you stood up from where you were sitting and walked over to him,

“Whatever you’re about to say, I don’t want to hear it.” He said, already knowing you were going to complain. You looked at him up and down with a look of disgust, as if he had a choice in the matter.

“Well you're going to hear about it.” You argued.

“Can’t this wait?”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to complain about.”

“I don’t need to know what it is to know that it can wait for another time.”

“Oh sure, just so at that ‘other time’ you can shoo me away and say you have to take care of your horses, or you have work to do, or you're too busy.” You began to rant, much to Mikio’s dismay. This of course was not the first time you had gone off on him, and usually you were quite good at holding your tongue around him, usually his ego was too fragile to handle it, but you were not going to watch this woman sign her life with him just for him to look straight through her.

“You have been nothing but a slob and a grump all day and, I don’t know if you noticed, but you have a wife now. A wife that you called ‘not that hideous’ within two seconds of meeting her, are you serious?”

Mikio didn’t make a move to acknowledge any of your statements but you knew he was listening. You knew, even if it wasn’t exactly obvious, that he knew his actions were wrong, but Mikio was not the kind of man to admit to his failures and you knew that. You knew this argument would go nowhere but you at least hoped if he made a change, he would pretend he got himself to that conclusion.

“It’s not exactly like I’m marrying a princess.” He finally responded, his tone laced with sarcasm causing you to scoff.

“Any woman who has to be subjected to marrying you, deserves nothing less than to be treated like one, and if you wont, someone else will.” You spat, storming out of the room to leave the man with his thoughts, or lack thereof.

#x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #fanfiction #mizu x reader #unoislazy #mizu come home the kids miss you #bes mizu #blue eye samurai fanfic #blue eye samurai x reader #mizufics #mizubrainrot #mizu x you #mizu bes #mizu fanfic #I hate Mikio #blue eye samurai #blue eyed samurai #x female reader #x fem!reader #x female y/n

[augustinewrites]

diluc knows that today will be…interesting when kaeya strolls through the front doors of dawn winery, friday night’s surveillance reports in his hand.

unfortunately, this happens as you’re on your way out.

“i love you. be nice to your brother,” you remind him, which diluc chooses to answer with a noncommittal grunt, not making any promises as you press a kiss to his temple. you move onto your son, dropping a kiss atop his mess of red hair. “bye, baby, have fun with your dad!”

your son hums happily in response, legs swinging as he picks through the last bits of his breakfast. you shout a quick goodbye to the staff before hurrying out the door, taking with you about ninety-five percent of diluc’s impulse control when it comes to the cavalry captain.

“diluc,” his brother greets with a nod.

“kaeya,” he returns, taking a longer than usual sip of coffee.

“master kaeya!” adelinde exclaims, wrapping him in a hug, effortlessly dissolving the tension in the room. “it’s so nice to see you here. won’t you join us for breakfast?”

“not today, adelinde,” he smiles, patting her hand. “i’m just here to drop something off.” he turns to diluc, handing him the report. “there’s been a bit more abyss order activity than usual in windrise.”

“noted. thank you.”

his brother isn’t finished though, nudging his nephew slightly as he adds, “i’m sure it’s nothing that the darknight hero can’t handle for us, right?”

diluc rolls his eyes, about to offer a sharp retort when his son says,

“i saw mommy kissing the darknight hero last night.”

diluc chokes on his coffee. kaeya’s brows raise in surprise. adelinde suddenly chooses to make herself scarce. this was clearly not what they’d expected at all, and his five year old simply continues to munch happily on his pancakes.

kaeya recovers first, pulling out a chair and grinning like a cat that caught the canary. “you know, i think i will stay for breakfast.”

diluc ignores him, turning to his son and asking, very carefully, “how do you know it was the darknight hero kissing mom?”

“because he was still wearing his mask,” the kid tells him as if it’s obvious, holding up the stuffed animal he refuses to part with. “it’s an owl, like artemis! and i saw him in the hall!”

he should be ashamed, really, because despite all the battlefield awareness he’s prided himself on, he failed to spot a five year old in his periphery.

because, yes, the darknight hero had been kissing you last night.

diluc had come home a little earlier than usual, heart racing and blood pumping following the high of a successful battle. he hadn’t even bothered to take his boots off upon his return, uncaring of the lecture he’d receive from adelinde as he crowded you against the bedroom door, the two of you shushing each other between insistent kisses.

he hadn’t taken his mask off until after the two of you stumbled into the bedroom.

though he’s slowly starting to wrap his head around the whole thing, but he’s still unsure as to how he should proceed without you here. this is definitely sooner than you’d both planned on him knowing, so maybe if he just doesn’t answer–

“does mommy love the darknight hero?”

kaeya turns away, looking like he’s about to pop a lung with how hard he’s holding back his laughter.

his son’s got his cheek propped up on his little fist, wearing a look that’s all too serious for a five year old. “because miss adelinde says that people who kiss on the mouth are in love.”

“you know,” kaeya interrupts. “some people say that your dad actually looks a lot like the darknight hero.”

diluc cuts a glare across the table as his son stares at him for a very long minute.

“dad’s not the darknight hero! he’s too old!”

oh he’s so, so, screwed.

#diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x y/n #genshin impact fluff

[desert-fern]

A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 5: Flyboy On My Mind

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death (it’s a training exercise, so not really), guns of the paintball variety, 'hostage taking' (Please let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 2.8k

For reference, 2100 is 9 pm to all of you who don't know or use 24 hour time.

Read on Wattpad or AO3

Masterlist >> Part 4 >> Part 6

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Because Bear was nice, she gave her people the day to complete the intel searches and paperwork that was necessary for the mission. But she didn’t account for the Dagger pilots catching up to them and spending the next hour chatting and exchanging stories. “Bear, you good?” Bug asked, nudging her Commander in the side. 

“Hmmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine,” Bear said, checking her watch. “Just keeping an eye on the time. We have dark training tonight, so I hope that y’all get to your paperwork soon.” She shared a grin with her second, knowing full well how shitty late night dark training could get. 

“Aww come on Bear!” Hangman’s complaint rose above the din of the group. “Let them have some fun.” 

The woman just raised an eyebrow before replying. “Last time I checked, you pilots had paperwork too. Or did you forget?” There was a playful edge to her voice, one that teased yet still commanded. 

“We do, but Mav gave us the day to finish it,” Fanboy chimed in, peeking around Coyote to be seen and heard. 

“Mav also gave permission for you to help us in a few drills over the next few weeks. Ones that require your active participation.” 

A groan rose from the pilots, interweaving with the snickers from her Seals. It made her smile, watching her team get along with the pilots. And if she was being honest, the view wasn’t terrible. The sunlight glinted off of muscular, toned arms and shoulders, and if she was being honest, one pilot was set apart from the others. The light turned his blond hair into something resembling spun gold, green eyes hidden behind sunglasses that had slid down his nose. The man had a reason to be cocky, Bear thought as she stood and observed. But this was not the time, nor the place for that. “Team 3, say your goodbyes. We will see the pilots tonight, at 2100,” she spoke, eyes glinting in amusement behind her own sunglasses. 

Hangman maintained his eye contact with the Seal Team Commander. He’d caught her staring and shot her a wink in response. All the response he received came from a crooked smirk and the woman uncrossing her arms to usher her team away. “Damn…” he muttered as he followed her retreating figure. 

“Like what you see?” Coyote teased, clapping his friend on the back. “You might have a staring problem.” 

Jake huffed. “Can you blame me? Look at her.” 

Phoenix cleared her throat, making Jake freeze. “Really? This woman just handled a meeting like a fucking boss, has excellent control over her team, but is also extremely fair and is genuinely a decent person. And your dumbass is like ‘she’s hot’?” The woman in front of him shook her head in disappointment. “You’re lucky that I found my forever girl, otherwise you’d have some serious competition, Bagman.” 

Bear wasn’t quite out of earshot when Phoenix tore into Hangman, making her snicker. “Take them to the room we’re usually in, Bug. I have a flyboy to straighten out,” she remarked with a mischievous grin.

Her second mirrored the grin. “Sounds good, Bear. Be gentle with his ego.” 

Bear turned to walk back towards the group. “Whoever snagged you is a very lucky woman, Phoenix,” she said once she’d gotten close. 

“Shit…” Hangman exhaled, making Rooster laugh. 

“You're screwed, man,” the older man said with a chuckle. “Bear.” 

“Rooster, give me a moment with him?” 

Glancing at his friend, Rooster gave her a knowing smirk before walking off to rejoin his group, each of them stealing quick glances in her direction, amusement dancing in their eyes. 

“You know,” Bear began. “I don’t mind you looking, but I’ll be damned if my ass is my best quality.” She knew that the look on her face was teasing, but Jake still looked chastised. 

“Well then, Teddy. You should know that it isn’t just your ass,” Jake flirted back. But it was a lot less self-assured than usual. 

A smile crossed her lips. “Oh yeah? Like what?” 

“I don’t think we have enough time for that, sweetheart.” 

“Careful there, Jake. Can’t have someone overhearing you, especially since I outrank you and I’m in charge of our mission,” came her playful reply. But under her sunglasses, her cheeks and ears had flushed pink at his words. 

Jake’s face heated at her words. She never used his name, always his call sign or rank, so it felt like a step in the right direction. “Well you know where to find me when all is said and done.” With one final wink and appreciative glance, he turned and walked back to the group. Jake could feel her eyes burning holes between his shoulders, before she finally walked off. 

“Smooth bastard,” Bear mumbled as she followed after her team. “Making me feel things.” Her blush must have still been present when she walked into the room because a few chuckles sounded upon her entrance. 

“All good, boss lady?” FAK asked. They had a mischievous look in their eyes and from experience, Bear knew that that was just begging for teasing. “You’re looking a little pink there.” 

Bear shrugged. “It’s warm outside. What can I-” 

“You done eye-fucking the walking Ken doll?” Hazard spat, cutting her off. The man looked thoroughly put out by the whole situation. 

Her stare had him backing down pretty quickly. “Watch your tone, Lieutenant. I am your superior, so you would do well to get over whatever prejudice you hold around women in charge. And who I, as you said, eye-fuck is none of your business.” The edge in her tone left no room for argument and the air had quickly become suffocating as Hazard stalked back to his seat, glowering at the floor.

Hazard grumbled something about women and incompetence before Fireball reached over and slapped the back of his head. 

“Well then. That took a turn,” Bear remarked casually. “Finish up the forms, and Flare, send out that message to your contacts for that data, and you all can have the rest of the day to do whatever you need to. I need you back and dressed for night ops training at 2100, sound good?” 

“Yes Ma’am.” 

“Great. Get to work, I’ll be in my office if there are any questions or concerns.” With one final glance around the room, Bear left, shutting the door behind her. Walking down the hall, she had a chance to ponder Hangman’s words. You know where to find me echoed through her head, making her curse silently. That smooth fucker practically had her tripping over her own tongue whenever he was close. It was only thanks to the Bear personna that she had cultivated over her years in service that allowed her to flirt and tease back with minimal blushing. She sat down with a groan, burying her face in her hands as she thought about the mountain of papers to sift through. Guess there was no time like the present to get started. 

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It was some time later that a knock sounded at her door. Glancing up from her papers, Bear checked her watch before calling out “Come in!” 

“Commander, I was hoping to go over a few things before night training tonight. Just so my people know what to expect,” Maverick said. 

“Of course, take a seat,” Bear gestured at one of the chairs by her desk. “What did you want to know?” 

Maverick nodded. “Just whatever you can tell me. I’ve had nonstop questions all afternoon and didn’t want to send them to harass you. All I said was that you would explain it to them tonight.” 

Bear chuckled “No worries at all, Maverick. It’s a hostage rescue scenario just to test the skills my people already have, basically a refresher course.” She gestured at the stack of folders on her desk before continuing “They will get more difficult as time goes on, but your pilots will likely be hostages or maybe poorly trained enemy forces, it really depends. If I decide on the latter, I will come and meet with your people and give them very basic weapons training.” 

“Are actual weapons being used for this?” 

“Oh god no. Sorry, I should have made that clear,” Bear replied hastily. “We basically have these retrofitted paintball guns that look like our service weapons to use in these exercises. The worst injury you can get from one of those is a gnarly bruise.” 

“Okay good. I was worried. I really don’t need Hangman or any of them really being weapons trained,” the pilot laughed. 

Bear gave him a grin. “That is a legitimate concern of mine too. I just won’t tell them that the skills are applicable to real weapons.” 

“Please don’t. Oh, and do they need to be in uniform?” 

“Nope, civilian clothes will work. Just make sure that they are comfortable and easy to move in.”

Maverick glanced around the office almost suspiciously before stage-whispering “Don’t tell anyone I said this, but thank fuck.”

She laughed. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” 

“I think we’re good to go,” came his response. “I will see you and your team at 2100.” 

“So you will. See you then.” 

He slipped out the door leaving her to the quiet office. It was nearing 1800 and she still hadn’t eaten, so she figured that taking a quick break wouldn’t hurt. 

Stretching as she stood, Bear grabbed her phone, wallet, and keys before leaving, locking the door behind her. The air was still warm when she ventured outside, the setting sun coloring the sky a beautiful orange that bathed the base in swaths of the color. 

The mess hall was quiet. Only a few stragglers remained on base, she noted. It took her no time to grab something to eat and she settled herself at the table in the far corner of the room. Bear hadn’t been there long before a loud clatter rang out, shattering the bubble of stillness she had been reveling in. 

Jolting up, Bear glanced over to watch a new recruit pick up the cutlery that had hit the ground. Willing her heart to slow its frantic beating, she went back to her food. 

Time slowly ticked by and eventually Bear realized that she had to get going, much to her chagrin. The peace had been nice, but she had a warehouse to arrange and equipment to locate. 

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2100 came quickly. Night had fallen and only a little residual light cast a haze over the warehouse. Dressed in full tactical gear, Bear stood outside the large warehouse they used for indoor raids. Most of her team had arrived, all dressed identically to her in a deep dark blue gear, helmets tucked under arms as they stood and chatted. “Bear!” 

Turning towards the voice, she saw Bob and Flare leading the group of pilots over. They had all dressed in loose fitting, comfortable clothing, making it look like they were ready for bed. “Bob. Daggers. Welcome to your first night exercise,” she said with a grin. “You’re right on time, I was just about to start the explanation for tonight’s proceedings.” 

“Awesome. Glad we didn’t miss it,” Phoenix replied. She was excited for this, ready to see her friend in her element. “Been looking forward to this all day, haven’t we boys?” 

“Hell yeah.” 

“Totally.” 

“Damn straight.” 

“Great. Let’s get into it.” Bear clapped her hands and waited for the pilots to approach. “My people, same teams as last week. Platoons three and four are our hostage takers, the red team. Which makes everyone left to make up our blue team. Pilots, you guys have the honor of playing our hostages. Make sure you grab a vest before heading in there,” she told them, pointing at the pile of vests by her feet. “Hostages, hostage takers, head on in. Check your scenario, make sure you know how this plays out. Daggers, there are cards inside that have ages and certain characteristics that you need to remember. Once you have everything, fasten the card to the vest. I’ll be by in a second. Does that sound good to everyone?” 

“Yes Ma’am.” 

 “Red team, take your prisoners away,” Bear announced with a broad smile. Hangman had a stupid grin on his face, clearly loving the opportunity to get this close to Bear, seeing how she worked. 

Once the group had disappeared inside the building, Bear turned to the remaining platoons. “Alright. You know the drill. Bottom to top. Stick together. Two strategy attempts this round. No heroes, and no killing hostages. The goal here is to get everyone out alive, you know, the usual. I follow Bug’s lead. I know what has to happen, and therefore I make no calls, I follow what she has,” she informed them, glancing around at their faces. “You have until I come back to make a plan.” 

Bear pivoted on her heel and strode into the building, weaving through the maze set up inside to reach the open space on the topmost floor in the makeshift layout. “Flare! You ready?” 

“Hell yeah!” The woman yelled back, head poking out around the corner to watch her Commander approach. “You finally let me be the mean one, not Shrike.” 

“I did, so don’t abuse your power,” Bear laughed. Flare had always had a dramatic personality. It didn’t show much, but when given a role during the exercises, she always made it work. “Or else I’m giving it back to her.” 

Flare let out a feigned gasp. “You wouldn’t.” 

“Oh I would and you know it,” Bear retorted. “Is your team confident with your method?” 

“Yep. We got this.” 

“Great. Let me check in on the ‘hostages’,” Bear told her, throwing air quotes around the last word for emphasis. “Gotta make sure everything is all good on their end.” 

“No worries, boss lady. We tucked them through there,” Flare told her, pointing at the small opening in the corner of the room. 

“Maverick, you guys have yourselves sorted in there?” She called out. 

Silence. Then a small “maybe” sounded making her snort. 

“I’m coming in.” The sight made her laugh and turn away for a moment. All 13 of the pilots were crammed in the tight space, forcing Fanboy to be sprawled on top of his teammates. “Okay. I guess I thought some of you were smaller than you actually are.” 

“Yeah, there is definitely no room in here,” Rooster replied, gesturing with his head as his hands, which, like everyone else’s, were tied loosely in front of him. 

Bear hummed in amusement, crouching down to peer at them. “Before we get started, do you guys have any questions?” 

“Ummm yeah I have one. Why are we tied up?” It was too dark to make out the speaker, but it sounded like Payback. 

“Because you guys are playing your roles, and also you are not allowed to fight back. The bonds make sure of that,” Bear answered honestly. “It’s for your safety as well as ours.” 

Hangman, who was settled right next to the opening where Bear was crouching, spoke up. “You sure it isn’t just because you don’t want to get hurt?” He was looking at her face, but his gaze wandered down, down, down to her legs and how her tac pants were pulled taut across her muscular thighs. His eyes fell to her sidearm holstered to her leg, giving the impression and warning that she was far more dangerous than she appeared. If he wasn’t already turned on seeing Bear in her gear, the gun definitely did it. It finally made sense to him why women (and some men, let’s be honest) were all over the uniform, because if he looked even close to a fraction as hot as she did, it was a miracle any thought happened at all. 

“Watch the ego, Flyboy. Mouthing off might not be the best idea in this scenario. Flare gets to be mean, and she may or may not… react strongly,” Bear chided, but her face split into a grin. She caught his appreciative gaze, especially noting his fixation on her thighs and it made that small part of her brain start whooping and hollering at the fact that Jake had noticed her. 

Phoenix called out from the back of the room “What did the tactic thing on the back of the card mean?” 

“Oh, right. That’s the communication tactic that the rescue team needs to use in order to gain your trust and get you out safely. Some of them should say things like ‘proof of affiliation’, which just means proving who they say they are. Or they might say ‘female interaction only’, that one is self-explanatory. Does that clear it up?” 

“Yep.” 

“Great. I did forget to mention that you guys are allowed to talk quietly, and that live video of our movements will be played on the wall here for you guys to see. Was there anything else before we got started?” Bear asked one final time, standing up to lean against the entryway. “No? Awesome.” The woman gave them a wide smile, so very unlike the demeanor she used when first interacting with Hangman only days earlier. 

He was in for a real treat.

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A/N: I decided to give you all a treat! Thanks again to @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s and @dakotakazansky for giving me your feedback!

Any errors are mine though 😂

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[milawritesstuff]

Please do Pedri and Y/N meeting for the first time? With them flirting and teasing each other all night and then ending with a kiss and then making agreement for the first date? :) Thank you :)))

A/N: I think I’m having writers’ block because I swear it was so difficult to write this. Ugh. Hope you guys like it.

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-Pedri.- Said the dark haired man standing in front of you. A shy side smile on his face, his right hand extended out to greet yours.

Maybe coming out with your friend hadn’t been such a bad idea. She had begged you to come but you weren’t sure of who would be here. A few minutes after you arrived your attention turned towards the front door as a young guy in a black hoodie walked in. His fluffy hair over his forehead, his hands in his pockets. He winked at you as you smiled, minutes later he walked towards you and your friend to introduce himself.

-Y/N. Nice to meet you.- You said as you shook his head and he leaned in to place a kiss on either of your cheeks. Before you could say anything else your friend had already walked away leaving you and Pedri by yourselves.

-I really don’t know anyone here other than her.- You said nervously. Pedri smiled. -Don’t worry, they don’t bite.- He said in a way to try and liven the mood sensing you were nervous after your friend had left you alone.

As you sat down and your white dress rode up your thighs you felt his stare. You looked over at him who quickly smirked and turned his attention to your eyes. You gave him a cheeky smile as you bit your bottom lip.

-It’s not polite to stare, you know.- You said as he sat down next to you. He smiled and chuckled as he leaned in. His mouth close to your ear. -It’s impossible not to look with that dress.- He whispered into your ear as he shrugged his shoulders. His smile sending shivers down your spine.

There was something about him. Usually you would be turned off about someone being so direct but coming from him, it excited you. The way he carried himself, how unexpected it was for him to say what he had but at the same time the way he radiated confidence when he did.

The two of you began to talk.

-So you’re telling me you’re famous?- You said jokingly. You knew exactly who he was. He shrugged his shoulders.

-You can say that. But don’t you follow futbol?-

-Not really.- You said. -What’s so fun about a bunch of guys running around after a ball?- You added. You tried to keep a serious face as he stared at you in disbelief about your last statement. Before he could say anything in response you began to laugh.

-Joder tio, I’m joking. Of course I follow Barça.- He rolled his eyes and laughed.

-Eres una cabrona.-

He took a sip of the drink he now had in his hand as you looked at him. As he brought the cup down from his mouth he licked his lips causing you to take a deep breathe without realizing it. You weren’t sure what was happening but he had a weird effect on you. Your gaze going from his lips to his long fingers around the cup. Thoughts going through your mind that made you cross your legs to feel some sort of friction where you needed it the most.

-You said it wasn’t polite to stare.- He said with a chuckle. You rolled your eyes.

A few minutes later he was following you outside towards the balcony after you had announced it was getting too stuffy indoors. You felt his gaze on your behind as you walked in front of him. You moved your hips from side to side on purpose as you turned back to look at him and smiled. He smiled back and shook his head knowing exactly what you were doing.

His arm grazing yours as the two of you looked down over the balcony. You could hear the music lightly as the rest of the partygoers remained inside.

-Do you dance?- You asked. He turned his body towards yours. He laughed. -I’m not very good at it.-

-Let me help.- You said as you put your drink down and took a step closer to him. His light brown eyes looking down at you.

He nervously moved his hands towards your waist. Hovering and hesitant to make contact with your body. You leaned in close to him and looked up at his eyes with a smile. -I don’t bite, unless you want me to.-

He chuckled and smiled, his hands finally resting on your hips as you began to move. His breathe close to yours, the warmth of his body against yours.

-Just move.- You said. Your body moving to the rythm of the music. His hands trailed from your waist towards your ass. -Like this?- He said with a smile.

You didn’t respond and just kept on moving, your arms around his neck. You licked your bottom lip and stared at him. Stopping for a second and going on your tip toes to be closer to him. As you tilted your head to the side to give him access to you the door to the balcony opened.

Your friend popped her head out and called your name. -Time to leave.- She looked over at Pedri. -See you around, Pedri.-

As she stepped back inside you turned to look at him.

-I guess I have to leave.- You said. In a low husky voice he responded, -Why don’t you finish what you started?-

You smiled and pushed yourself up again. As he tried to have his lips meet with yours you moved a little, you brushed your nose with his. -Maybe next time.- You let go of him and he laughed.

-See you around, Pedri.- You said as you tried to walk away and suddenly felt him pull you back towards him. He hovered over you. You felt your cheeks turn red as your eyes locked with each other.

-Saturday, we have a match.- He bit his bottom lip. -Would you like to come?-

-Y/N!- You heard your friend yell from inside again. You looked at Pedri and smiled. Without thinking you leaned in and your lips met with his. His tongue softly parting your lips and in a swift movement began to explore your mouth. You felt his hand on your back as he pushed you against his body. Your hand going up behind his neck. As you pulled away you bit his bottom lip. A smile forming on his face as you stared at him.

-Is that a yes?- He asked with a smile. You laughed. -See you Saturday, Pedri.-

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[putellas11]

A/N:  I’ve had this in my drafts for ages! Since I really haven’t had anytime to write (and probably won’t for a little while longer) I figured I’d release this hot mess in the meantime. I hope I’ll be able to come back in full force soon! Hope you enjoy!

Revenge is Sweet (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

You wake up to ice-cold water being poured all over you.

“What the fuck!?”

Gasping and shivering from the cold, you glare through blurry vision at the woman towering over you with a bucket in her hand.

Alexia.

She’s the last person you wanted to see, and a sense of impending doom begins to creep in at the inevitable lecture that awaits you.

“Seriously? Again?” Her tone, posture, and expression all reflect a deep sense of disappointment and genuine anger. 

Anyone else would cower under her glare, but not you. Alexia implied it with her words— this is not the first time this has happened, so you know what to expect. She’ll lecture you about responsibility and commitment to the team, and you’ll nod your head pretending to listen, but really, you’ll just be focused on not throwing up all over her shoes.

“Hey, at least I’m not late to training this time,” you argue, slowly lifting yourself from the wet floor, droplets of water splashing down with your every movement. 

“On time but you’re fucking drunk!”

Her voice rings out in your ears and you can’t help but flinch. If you lacked any common sense you’d ask her to quiet down, but you know better.

“I’m hungover, actually. There’s a difference.” You point out, but with little to no conviction in your words.

It’s not just that you have no strength to plead your case, you also don’t care enough to do so. It’s always the same argument with Alexia and it never fails to end the same way, so you don’t see the point in engaging in the usual back and forth. The sooner you can get her to go away, the better.

“I’m so sick and tired of covering for you,” she says, hands on her waist and that annoying look of disapproval in her eyes she has reserved just for you.

“Ok, so stop. It’s not like I ever asked you to anyway.” You’re growing more and more frustrated by the minute, feeling suffocated by the wet clothes sticking to your body.

Alexia may be the captain of the team, but her threats matter very little when you have Jona wrapped around your finger. As long as you keep on producing results on the field, he’ll continue to turn a blind eye to whatever you do off it. Alexia, of course, is not happy with this little agreement you have with the manager.

“I’m being serious! What you’re doing is wrong and it’s setting a horrible example for the others. Por dios, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. This behavior is going to bite you in the ass, and when that happens, I won’t stand in the way.”

You try so hard to not roll your eyes but you’re sick and tired of all the lectures and threats. “Oh, that doesn’t surprise me one bit, babe. Let’s not pretend like you haven’t wanted me off this team from the moment I got here.”

Alexia takes a step back, surprised by what you said. “That’s not true.”

“Bullshit,” you counter, not afraid to call her out. “You’ve done nothing but give me a hard time, and for what? Because I like to go out with my friends? Jona doesn’t care and that’s all that matters. So, with all due respect, reina...,” you draw out the title you know she’s not too fond of, “either take it up with the big man or fuck off and leave me alone.”

If looks could kill, you’d be dead right now.

With her hands in tight fists by her side, Alexia takes a deep breath to regain control of her emotions. “Get changed, eat something, and get your act together before everyone else gets here.”  Spoken through clenched teeth, her words are edged with anger.

“Yeah, yeah” you dismiss her, waving her away as she stomps out of the locker room.

The second Alexia is out of sight, you run to the nearest trash can and throw up all the fun you had last night.

“Fuck me, this is not going to be fun.”

Once you take your second shower of the day— thanks to Alexia, and get something in your stomach, you start to feel somewhat human again. There’s still someone inside your head going crazy with a jackhammer, but you’re confident you can push through it. After all, this isn’t your first rodeo.

Every once in a while, you have trouble saying no to a good party. Sometimes the party just so happens to fall on the night before a training session, and it is what it is.

Life is too short to make it all about football.

Alexia, on the other hand, can’t seem to wrap her head around that. The nagging is never-ending, the lectures make you want to slam your head against the wall, and her ‘better than you’ attitude has you wishing you never signed with Barça in the first place. If it was not for the fact that you’re playing the best football of your career, your agent would already be in contact with another club.

Under the blistering Barcelona sun, the team is huddled up in a circle listening to Jona’s instructions on the training session. Unfortunately, the pounding inside your head has only gotten worse which makes it difficult to pay attention to anything that is being said. All you want to do is crawl into bed and sleep for a week and a few days.

“You look like shit,” Mapi whispers in your ear rather matter-of-factly.

“Really? Because I feel fantastic.” Sarcasm drips from your lips and Mapi has to suppress her laughter in order to not draw any attention to the two of you.

Jona blows the whistle and you can only send a little prayer that he’ll take it easy on you today.

Alexia, however, seems to have other plans. Today of all days, she has decided to train with an unusual intensity. Your prayer clearly not answered as Alexia demands that very same intensity from the rest of her teammates, and especially from you. On the surface, it seems that all she wants is for the team to work hard, but deep down, you know this is nothing but a ploy so she can make you suffer.

Despite your current state, you’re determined to refuse her the satisfaction of seeing you on your knees, defeated. When she screams at you to run faster, you run faster. When she tackles you again and again, you make it a point to not stay down for too long. You do all of this through gritted teeth and a body screaming and begging for it all to stop.

The training session ends with free kick practice and your first attempt goes over the crossbar.

This gives Alexia a brilliant idea.

“For every shot missed, you’ll have to run the length of the pitch and back,” she commands, a smug smile on her lips.

You can feel everyone's eyes on you and this only makes your blood boil. It’s clear that you’re on the verge of passing out but no one dares to go up against Alexia and you can’t exactly blame them. She has the respect of everyone in on the team, coaching staff included, of course no one comes to your aid.

So, you have no choice but to run. Something you have done a million times before is now nearly impossible to accomplish. When you make it back, your vision is blurry and it’s a struggle to catch your breath— factors that only make it all that more difficult to get the ball in the net.

It’s no surprise when you miss.

“Again!”

With your hands on your knees, you shoot daggers at Alexia, hoping to convey with your eyes all the words you can’t say out loud. In return, she challenges you to speak up— her expression daring you to admit defeat so your punishment can come to an end and she can claim her victory.

The desire to prove her wrong outweighs your need for rest. Even with your heart aching in your chest, you manage to touch the goal post on the other end of the pitch but this time, barely manage make it back.

Black dots start to infiltrate your vision and you’re not sure you have any fight left in you. A free kick drill has now become a matter of life and death.

“Come on, you got this!”

Surprisingly, Claudia is the one who dares to speak up but she quickly has to hide behind Patri when Alexia shoots a deadly glare in her direction.

Pina’s interruption earns you a few more seconds and that makes it possible for you to get one good breath in. Her words of encouragement settle in your mind and feed your confidence.

You take three steps back and one to the side— as is your custom. A bead of sweat trickles down your forehead and its path leads dangerously close to your eye but you pay it no mind.

The moment you make contact with the ball you know it’s perfect. It’s the right amount of power and curve, making it drop under the crossbar just in time and into the back of the net.

Everyone seems to breathe out a sigh of relief with Alexia being the only exception. There’s so much you want to say but you know it’s not the right time nor place.

One thing is for certain; your revenge will be sweet.

Alexia leads the team to the locker room but you decide it’s best to stay behind. There’s a rage building up inside of you that needs to be controlled. So, you seek out a little bit of shade and take some time to calm yourself down before you do or say something that will surely get you in a lot of trouble, but you certainly won’t regret.

“You look like shit” Jona’s voice disrupts your thoughts. The young manager kneels by your side and offers you a bottle of water.

“So I’ve been told.”

Aware of your difficult relationship with Alexia, Jona has had to assume the role of peacemaker more than once. While he has often come to your defense when you’ve needed him the most, there have been times he has had to take a step back and allow you to feel the full extent of Alexia’s wrath.

“You deserved it this time, you know,” he says, and you have no strength to argue.

“I deserved to be punished yes, but that little stunt was so much more than that.”

It was one thing for Alexia to punish you for showing up hungover to practice, but it was another thing entirely to intentionally embarrass you in front of the entire team.

All you can think about is revenge.

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A few weeks have passed since your altercation with Alexia and since then, the two of you have not said more than two sentences to each other off the pitch.

On the pitch it’s a slightly different matter. Despite what Alexia might think, you know how to be a professional. When the whistle is blown, you’re able to put all your anger to the side and follow your captain's orders without a second thought. Once the 90 minutes are over, however, you don’t bother to give her a second glance.

Since you haven’t been in the greatest of moods lately, the plan was to stay in and have a quiet night in, but your friends don’t really believe in such a thing. All it took was one text for your night to take a very different turn.

📲: Otto Zutz tonight 😈

A favorite among your friends, Otto Zutz never disappoints. You’re no stranger to the club so you feel right at home surrounded by the steel pillars and cement walls.

One drink turns into two and you don’t bother to keep count after five. Under the influence of alcohol and of your mischievous friends, you ordered a bottle of Cristal only to shake it vigorously and spray it down to everyone on the dance floor. The huge roar that reverberated around the club was music to your ears.

The crowd below demands your attention so you make your way to them. The space is clouded with artificial smoke and fog, strobe lights flashing in sync with the music. You mix into the crowd and become one of many the bodies on the dance floor controlled by the onslaught of drumbeats.

It’s all going to perfection— until you spot her in the crowd. All the alcohol you have consumed has blurred your vision and the lighting in the club certainty doesn’t help, but you’re certain it’s her.

“Alexia,” you say to yourself.

You should turn away from her and ensure your night ends on a high, yet, you can’t fight the urge to talk to her. Somehow you manage to get through the sea of bodies in your way but now with her back to you, Alexia doesn’t see you approach her.

“What are you doing here, Putellas?,” your voice slurred, a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

When she turns around, you have to take a step back.

“Alba?”

Definitely not Alexia.

The sisters share a few similarities, but you have always been able to tell them apart. It’s a mistake you can only blame on the alcohol coursing through your veins.

“Well, look who we have here,” Alba, who has clearly had just as much to drink as you, pulls you in for a tight embrace and her hands waste no time settling on your lower back.

Unlike Alexia, Alba has always been particularly fond of you. It was innocent at first with just the occasional DM on Instagram, but it eventually progressed to lingering touches and suggestive whispers behind Alexia’s back. You haven’t dared to take it any further, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t entertained the possibility.

Just the idea of you and Alba getting together would be enough to drive Alexia crazy. If that idea were to ever become a reality…

With a hand on Alba’s waist, you lean in so she can hear you over the music, “dance with me.”

Her nails dig in ever so slightly into your back and her lips brush against your ear, giving you all the confirmation you need.

Revenge is sweet. ______

Spirits are high inside the locker room. The team is feeling extremely confident after a streak of great results, so there’s laughter and a lot of teasing as you get ready for training.

It’s the calm before the storm.

There’s a very notable absence in the locker room. Alexia, who is usually one of the very first to arrive, is nowhere to be seen.

Alba texted you last night to give you a heads up that Alexia had somehow found out about the two of you planning on going out on a date, and according to Alba, Alexia was not at all pleased with the idea. This, of course, didn’t surprise you. In fact, it’s what you wanted all along.

There is no doubt in your mind that going on a date with Alba is a horrible idea. You know it can only bring you trouble, but you still haven’t quite gotten over Alexia’s so called punishment. Not only that, it’s how much she seemed to enjoy watching you run back and forth, fighting for your life. For you, that moment was a declaration of war and as they say, all is fair in love and war. 

The impact of the door crashing against the wall startles everyone in the locker room. The door closes itself with force behind Alexia as she zeros in on you. Her face a ferocious red, eyes burning with rage.

You love it.

Alexia marches in your direction, takes the cleats from your hands and throws them against the wall. “Stay the hell away from Alba!”

Everyone around you is frozen in shock at the scene that’s unfolding before their very eyes. It reminds you of the previous clash with Alexia, but this time, you have the upper hand.

“I don’t think Alba would like that very much,” you say, tilting your head slightly to the side with an arrogant smirk.

“My sister is off limits!”

You scoff at her words. “Alba is allowed to date whoever she wants,” you say, keeping your eyes on Alexia, “isn’t that right, Mapi?”

Mapi, completely taken off guard, immediately puts her hands up in defense, “I’m innocent in all of this.”

The fire in Alexia’s eyes continues to burn bright but you refuse to look away and you refuse to back down.

“Everyone out!”

Like loyal soldiers, everyone in the locker room packs up what they need and practically run out of the locker room. You get a few looks from some of your teammates on their way out, almost as they want to get their last look good look of you alive and breathing before Alexia gets her hands on you.

“I don’t think you understand how pissed off I am right now,” she says, her jaw set.

“Oh, believe me, babe. I understand.”

A wave of recognition crashes over her, and Alexia finally understands that all of this is just your way of getting revenge. “You’re doing this on purpose,” she breathes out, and she almost can’t believe her own words. “You’re seriously using my sister to get back at me?”

A shrug of the shoulders is all you give her as a response.

Alexia runs her fingers through her hair in frustration and begins to pace the room. You watch in amusement as she covers her face with her hands and lets out a muffled groan born out of frustration.

“You know training is about to start, right?”

Alexia stops in her tracks and finally looks at you, “what do I have to do?” she asks.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “what the hell are you talking about?”

Alexia takes a step closer and you notice the rage in her eyes has been replaced with icy determination. “Tell me what I have to do for you not to go on that date with Alba,” there’s a slight hesitation before she says, “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.” Alexia nods once and for a brief moment, her expression falters revealing her fear of you actually taking her up on her offer.

You’re overwhelmed by the possibilities, but one thing is for certain, you want to keep this going for as long as possible.

“Fine,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. “If I can’t go out with Alba…” you take a pause, building up the anticipation much to Alexia’s displeasure, “...you’ll have to do.”

“What?”

“You heard me. If I can’t go out with Alba, you’ll have to go out with me instead.”

Alexia’s eyes open wide, her lips parted in disbelief. This is the first time you see her truly vulnerable and you have to fight the grin threatening to spread across your face.

“No, no, y-you can’t be serious,” she stutters, forcing herself to take a step back.

“Oh, I’m very serious,” you say, “but, you can always so no and I can just go out with Alba.”

This is a win-win situation for you and Alexia knows it. There’s no getting out of this one, so it’s all a matter of how far she’s willing to go to ensure you stay away from her sister.

“Ok,” she says, “I’ll do it,” her words spoken so softly you can barely hear her.

“I’m gonna need you to speak up.”

Alexia takes in a deep breath, draws her shoulders back, and looks you dead in the eye. “Fine, I will go out with you,” she finally says, and this time you can hear her just fine. “But, Alba can never know about this.”

You expected her to put up more of a fight, but it seems she’s desperate to make sure you stay as far away as possible from Alba. If it were anybody else you’d be offended, but you don’t care much about Alexia’s opinion of you.

Your smile makes her eye twitch, her jaw clenched so tight that it’s a little concerning. Still, Alexia stands her ground and accepts her fate.

“Well, that’s settled then,” you say, closing the distance Alexia created.

There’s a pause. You scan her features, watching the subtle signs of tension around the corners of her mouth. When her tongue darts out to wet her lips, an unexpected shiver runs down your spine.

“You’re all mine.”

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Part 2

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine

[ai-luni]

Could you please do a smut where slider is eyeing reader from across the bar and ends up walking you home and then yk… but like he is really “bossy” when it comes to bed, but not aggressive

I AM SO DOWN FOR MORE SLIDER CONTENT PLEASE.

So I got a little carried away... but I hope you still like it because it was too much fun to write.

Come on Baby

Ron "Slider" Kerner x fem!Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, awful jokes... I'm so sorry

Song rec: Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Wrapping up another week at a bar. You think you’d be sick of it by now but every time, you never regretted a night. Tonight was different, a bachelorette party for your friend Donna. Arriving at a bar near the TOPGUN naval station, you hear a lot about this place from her. She has a thing for pilots but she got engaged to a cop instead. It was then everyone realised she really just had a thing for men in uniforms. 

You guessed it was already 10 and Donna was drunk as she usually was. Left to the devices of her maid of honour, she sent the bridesmaids scattering around the room. You sat at the bar barely touching your drink, instead having a good time with your best friend and fellow bridesmaid Lisa. 

“How about that one?” She motioned over the pair of guys standing close to the restroom entries, “the tall ones have been watching you all night!” 

She took a long sip from her straw giving you time to look before continuing.

“You reckon if you take the tall one, I could take the blond one? God you know I love blonds.” you could only laugh at her in disbelief but you really weren’t surprised. You watched as the tall guy across the bar noticed Lisa’s stare and nudged his blond friend to look too. “Come on! Both in uniform, good psychiques and those sunglasses.” 

“You want me to go up there?” You said with a playful roll of your eyes. This isn’t the first time you’ve done your little one two with her. And with a dead serious look directly into your eyes she gave you a ‘yes’.

Donna made you wear these ridiculous hot pink ribbons tonight that you had both taken off and rested on the bar until this moment. With an idea you tied the ribbon loosely in your hair and started your strut to the restroom. Just like that ribbon was a paid actor, it gracefully slipped onto the floor behind you, landing at the feet of the men on target. You didn’t stop until you heard an “excuse me, miss” behind you.

You turned around and surely enough the blond was holding the hot pink ribbon out to you with charm oozing from his smile. 

“Y/n oh my god! Don’t tell me you almost lost your ribbon. Donna would’ve killed you!” Lisa joined your side, her line sounding so artificial you had to hold back a chuckle - she was never one for acting or lying or hiding any kind of emotion. You took the ribbon from his hand and half hazardly put it back in your hair.

“Thank you…” you smiled towards him, eyes expecting a name in return.

“Tom Kazansky, you can call me iceman.” He was coy beyond all belief and was now eyeing Lisa.

“A pilot huh?” Lisa wasn’t hiding any of it either, eyes wide looking at the boy with her lip caught between her teeth.

“Yes ma’am,” he tips his sunglasses up and gets another good look at her, “and my RIO, Slider.” 

“I’m Lisa, this is my friend y/n. Bridesmaids tonight.” She says. You got a good look at ‘Slider’. Handsome for sure but if he was your type, you were unsure. He kept an eye on you, probably already deciding out of the two that ice would take Lisa home. 

“Always the bridesmaid, never the bride huh.” He chuckles, resting his arm on Iceman’s shoulder. Iceman cracked a smile but not much else of a response was given to the joke. You had your arms crossed, maybe this is why he didn’t seem like your type.

“Always the RIO, never the pilot.” You slipped out without much thought, something in this interaction felt like a challenge to you now. Iceman left out a hearty chuckle before patting his friend on the back, as if saying “good luck with that one”. He puts an arm around Lisa, a coy “let me get you a drink” was heard as they walked away. Leaving you and Slider there alone.

You let out a small awkward cough, he took a sip from his drink. 

Eventually the conversation picked up, you didn’t completely dislike the man. He was cocky but he wasn’t disrespectful and he was damn nice to look at. He had a gorgeous smile but god if some vile stuff didn’t come out of it sometimes. It made you laugh though and with every drink you had, you felt yourself loosen up and care less how demanding he was.  

“So.. why do they call you slider?” You took a small sip of your drink, at this point you’ve completely lost track of Lisa.

“Because the way I talk up girls, it just slides right in.” and that sip you took was put right back into that glass. He looked proud of that one.

“Gross.”

—

You took him back to your place, you couldn’t help it. It was his large hands on your hips, or maybe it was his smile. Whatever it was, you didn’t think he would get you but you caved in. The way he began to speak to you over a couple drinks. He told you to sit in his lap or take his hand or take him home, you were almost in a trance. 

He couldn’t keep his hands off you, lips attached to your neck when all you wanted to do in the moment was unlock your front door. His hands never left your hips, from opening the door to stepping inside and locking it again. He was persistent.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Sultry with an American twang in your ear - a breath of fresh air compared to the loud club music playing all night. You pointed down the hall and for the first time since you got to your place, his hands left your sides. All you could do is stand and watch as he strode down the hallway, cocky kind of confidence in his step.

“You coming baby?” Damn straight you were. Your bed wasn’t made, he didn’t even notice. Because under three buttons, two straps and one clasp, you were all his. 

You finally walked into your room to see him already making himself at home. Sitting on the edge of your bed and unbuttoning his shirt. Largest manspread you’ve ever seen, naturally your eyes had to look. Look… more like stare but he loved the attention and the look on his face told you so. The boy was smug.

“Do a twirl for me” he had a wide smirk on his face, the kind you’d read about in romance novels. Shamelessly staring at your hips.

“A what?” You were taken aback but not surprised at this point. He was certainly confident.

“You heard me baby.” He was on his feet now, shirt abandoned and hands back on your hips. For half a second, his grip tightened and he spun you around. His head craned back to get a better look of you. You weren’t sure what face you were making but from Slider’s response, he thought you didn’t look so impressed. 

“What, are you embarrassed now?” He raised an eyebrow as though he couldn’t believe you’d already forgotten the series of conversations from earlier that night.

“And so what if I am?” Your eyebrows were raised to match his, a cheeky smile fighting its way onto your face now. Feigning innocence. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him hot in the ears.

“I don’t believe you.” His hand moulded around the back of your neck, bringing your face closer to his. Lips meeting again and again. He likes to hear the smacking echo. Slowly he backed you up against a wall, you only noticed when your back hit it. His tan forearm resting against the wall, next to your head. You let out a couple of deep breaths watching the way his chest would rise and fall in front of your face.

You met his eye, the signal you gave was subtle but he caught on. A flick of your eyes down and he was scooting back to give you more room to work. You started high, at his collarbone. One kiss at a time. By the time you got to his stomach, he’d had enough and grabbed the back of your head, guiding you faster. The express trail until you were on your knees in front of his belt. He continued to hold your face closer.

Your nose nudged his cotton covered crotch and the sigh he let out did something to the butterflies in your stomach. His hand didn’t budge, you were stuck nose to pants. So you did what any rational, hot and bothered gal would do. Kitten licks turned into full on sucking, until there was a stained patch of saliva on his white pants. He was sure a bit of that wet patch was from his own contribution. The action gave him barely any stimulation but the sight was enough to get him off there and then.

The belt started to come off the moment you sat back to take a break and admire your work. His dick loud and proud in front of you in the blink of an eye. You met his gaze again and he broke.

“God I gotta have you.” You shimmied your way back up the wall, working slowly at the buttons of your dress until it fell to the floor. Your hands laid themself on his chest quite comfortably.

“I’m all yours. Go on big boy.” Your teasing smile soon disappeared from the sheer speed at which he yanked you against him. Head in your neck and hands comfortably seated on your ass. Your eyes are already rolling to the back at the way his tongue worked your neck. You knew you were still having the same effect on him - your fingers scratching the short hairs on the nape of his neck and soft moans leaving your mouth - by the way his hips were subconsciously grinding against yours.

“Off.” He mumbled into your neck after yanking the edge of your panties and releasing them to snap against your skin. You did as he asked. His eyes on your hips as one leg stepped out of the fabric at a time. And once they were flung across the room, he pushed you back against the wall. 

The same forearm was holding him up against the wall, the other he brought up to you. His flat palm presented out, waiting for your response. 

“Lick it.” He demanded, however it came out more desperate with the way his eyes pleaded for you and his chest heaved. Again you did just as he asked, conjuring as much spit up in your mouth as possible and dragging it across his open palm. Slowly, feeling every ridge and calloused piece of skin. He soaked up the sight and let out a long insufferable groan to cope with it all. 

His hand langed around his dick, dropping the spit on the carpet which you were too preoccupied to even make a conscious mental note of. His eyes were screwed shut, breath heavy as he hung his head next to yours. He stroked himself in front of you, your nails gently gliding over his chest as you took in the sight.

“Tell me something baby.” He could barely speak, he was so out of breath, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you so badly.” Your hand covered his, encouraging him to stroke himself faster and the groan he let out beside was testament to that. It was all he needed hear and his hands were on your ass again. Your hand replacing where his once was, keeping him steady, keeping the friction going. 

“Jump.” He demanded once more, laser focused on one task and one task only. Soon enough he had your legs wrapped around his waist, your fingernails digging into his back. He drove into you like he was waiting for it all day, all week. Relentlessly, You could hear the picture frame on the other side of the wall bang and jump and rattle at his movements. All you could do was arch your back and lean into him further.

Head resting against the wall, chest to chest and hand hanging to him for dear life by the neck. You were definitely feeding his ego with the noises you were making. He ducked his head to your wide open chest, leaving kisse. You felt his smile against your skin paired with a huff of his hot breath. Between the occasional groan, he coaxed you on with “that feel good” and “come on baby”, like every line he learnt was from a porno vhs but you found it hot.

“Hold on tight now.” He groaned, readjusting his grip on your waist. His hand reached down between your bodies, two fingers sliding across your slit in a messy attempt to find your clit. You could tell he was struggling to keep himself together and was desperate to get you off so he could follow suit. You grabbed his hand, guiding him where you needed him and all hell broke loose. 

His groans turned to moans he could hold back anymore. The noises that echoed in your small bedroom, the pounding, the moaning. Both of you quickly covered in sweat, his grip slipping down your waist slowly but surely. The air was getting thicker and thicker.

“More oO moRe oh god Ron.” You undid in his hands like putty, hips grinding into his movements as you babbled out for more. He didn't think you remembered his actual name but the moment it left your lips, he knew he was a goner. 

“COME ON BABY!” He let out loud pumped up yells into your chest. Hips bucking into you at a rapid but sporadic rate. He could tell you had ridden through your high and with a final yell, he punched the wall next to you and pulled out. Your hand was quick to take over. His grip on your waist tightened as he tried not to drop you through his release. He could barely keep his eyes open but boy did he try. The sight of your perfect, sweat covered stomach getting decorated from his cum was a dream come true for him. 

He held you up a little longer as you both tried to catch your breath. Your hand completely nested in his hair, his forehead glued to your collarbone. After a good couple minutes, you both finally collected yourselves and made your way to the bathroom to clean up.

“You know, you punched a hole in my wall.” You laughed in disbelief the moment you saw it  walking out of the bathroom.

“A big one?” He yelled through the wall, sounding concerned now. He does tend to lose himself sometimes. You shook your head as he approached you, entering your bedroom again soon after you.

“Oh no, I guess you’re just going to have to come back and fix it for me.” A playful sigh left your lips, slider laughed at your sarcasm until it processed what you really said.He contemplated if you were being serious or not for a second before grabbing your hips again.

“You mean it?” It almost sounded like he couldn’t believe it but was definitely on board to see you again. You demeanour grew even more playful knowing he was up for making this more than just a one night stand.

“Yeah but… I don't have money.” You twirled your hair and put on a fake innocent pout. He only chuckled and picked you up. He was fully prepared to throw you on your bed until he heard you laugh. Your gorgeous laugh, he was breathless for a moment. Was he swooning? Did Slider have a crush all of a sudden?

“Let’s get a coffee.” a smitten little smile played on his lips.

“Right now?” your eyebrows raised, it was half past midnight. He fake checked the watch on his wrist that didn’t exist. 

“Well I ain’t planning on sleeping anytime soon, I don’t know about you.”

#ron slider kerner #ron kerner #ron kerner x reader #ron slider kerner x reader #slider #slider x reader #top gun x reader #top gun #top gun 1986

[mechaknight-98]

Gathering: command tower

Tags: Giselle x Male reader, Fluff

Authors note: All social media tags are made up and are only put to add realism.

Connor sat at his computer waiting for another round of historic brawl on MTGA (Magic the Gathering Arena). He was on a roll with your kinda junky “Omnath Locus of all” deck. He stepped away to grab a snack from your fridge across the hall but came clamoring, and running back when you heard the ding of a match found. It was against a person with the name Scorpion’s-love-00. He noticed the name was funny and chuckled at the beginning of the match. You did your tradition of “ggs” before the match. He focused up and eased in. She was playing a bit of a serious deck helmed by Kyodai that relied on flickering and cloning the dragon spirit numerous times so her board became almost impenetrable. The only problem she was playing against someone who thrived in unbeatable situations. For each new indestructible body she put on the field you retaliated with more interaction in the form of bouncing exile until she was tapped out and drawing empty on resources. To finish her off Connor ended with a simple draw Connor the whole deck into Thassa’s oracle. As the scene shifts to the win screen, Connor sighs a sigh of relief. The win was tough but well-earned. Connor relaxed and decided to send a friend request to Scorpion’s-Love-00. you enjoyed playing with them and thought it would be fun to play with them again. He was surprised to have the friend request not only accepted but also a message attached.

“Hey! What’s your discord?” the message read. Seeing this as Harmless He responded

“InFinite#2782” Connor responded. To his continued surprise there was another ding and a new friend request from a “Scorpio Rapper 00” He accepted and was treated to the following messages.

“wow, you really kicked my butt. You must really know your stuff. How long have you been playing?”

Connor smiled and responded, “I am decent, and you didn’t fare too badly yourself.”

The message that came in response read “ ;] I bet you say that to all the girls you beat.”

Connor responds “Only the nice and cute ones.”

You say the message typing and then this message you, “Aw you're so sweet. I want to take a bite out of you.”

Connor laughed and responded “Lol, Lol” and for the next few hours, he talked with Scorpion flirting and helping her with deck ideas and builds. She was adamant about sending Connor pictures through messages as when he brought up the idea of screen sharing she freaked out.

“What are you some uber famous Mega star?” he asked innocently.

Scorpion replied “Something like that. Or maybe I am horribly disfigured and I don’t want to scare you off.”

Connor smiled at her response. She was easy to talk to and so those hours flew by. Eventually leading to Connor needing to go to sleep. So Connor explained this to Scorpion.

“Aw, but we are barely halfway through my Hinata Dawn Crown deck and I need your expertise and card knowledge.” Connor sighs and respond

“I have work early in the morning I need to go to sleep but when I am free I will shoot you some more cards and ideas," Connor said

So with this, Connor fell into a routine. He would work, go home, go to sleep, work out, and play magic in either a shop or online (Usually with Scorpion). As he does this you get to know Scorpion. She is funny, sweet, caring, and ultimately a gentle soul. She also likes K-pop which is also a plus. One of the groups she is into is Aespa right now whom Connor loves. When she asks who’s your bias and you proudly say Giselle she laughs, but she insists she is laughing at something her roommate said and not him. She still refuses to do anything showing her face but he's seen her hands after she sent a video going through a completed paper high-powered Hinata deck that she absolutely adores. Eventually, this culminates with her making a voice call out of the blue

“Hey, you’re in New York City right?” Scorpion’s pleasant voice asks

“Um yeah, why?” Connor respond hesitantly

“Well let’s meet up?” I want to see what my friend who’s helped me get better at mtg looks like.

Connor hesitates. Scorpion waits for his response until she can’t bear it

“you didn’t hang up on me did you?” Scorpion asked anxiously

“Ah no. I just wasn’t expecting you to say that. Sure I am down what day and what time?” You respond quickly

“Good, How about in two weeks. At the Empire State Building?”

“Works for me.” He responds

“Great!! see you then.” Scorpion says a bit too excitedly.

As the weeks pass Connor tries to figure out a plan and an outfit to wear to meet Scorpion. As the day gets closer however your nerves lessen. Connor figures she’s going to bail as she has always not really wanted to meet face to face. That is until Connor finds himself standing at the Peer waiting for her.

Connor was stressed but had chosen a killer look and had a dope plan all figured out. It’s a little chilly so he brought a windbreaker and some gloves. To ease his mind you put on some Aespa, you found their music oddly calming and familiar at this time. While you are chilling on the peer looking around when you get a call.

“Hey, it’s scorpion what do you look like? I am having trouble finding you.” Connor gives her a bare-bones description. That is specified only by the jacket you have on. Scorpion responds “Okay I think I see you.” and she hangs up. Well, here it is the moment of truth. You stand still for a few moments until you get a tap on your shoulder. You turn around and an extremely pretty young woman is staring at you expectantly.

“Scorpion?” Connor says hesitantly.

The young lady smiles and responds “ Yes I knew it was you!! but call me Aeri. Since that's my name. What about you” Connor laughs heavily, still starstruck that his mtg partner is a world-famous musician.

"Hello, earth to InFinite." Aeri laughed. Connor came out of his stupor to respond

"Connor Sunwon Yeong" Connor stammers

"Wait Are you Korean?" Aeri asks

"half my mom was Welsh American…I think. I was adopted and only know what my "mom" told me about them." Connor explains

“Okay got it, and I am Aeri,” Aeri said

"I know but I am sure that's not what other people call you."

Aeri smiles as she responds. “No, but you’re not most people. Now are you?” she links his arm with hers and she says “Now let’s hurry I don’t have much time.” so begins the impromptu date with Aeri. The duo grab a bite to eat and then go through various rides and attractions on the island. As the date winds down the two find themselves in a taxi Connor looks at her still in shock. The rapper of Aespa and his bias Giselle was sitting across from you. All because he met her playing mtg.

“What?” she said “Do I have some ice cream still on my face?”

He shook his head and responded, “No you're just kinda prettier in person is all.” Aeri blushed.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she responds

“Aw, I bet you say that to all the boys you meet?”Connor teased.

Aeri laughs and responds. “Only the cute and nice ones. Lucky for you. You're both.” Connor tries to find things to talk about that aren’t magic but it does often get back to that. Aeri is hooked on the game and she picks Connor's brain for a thousand and one ideas.

“oh, I won my first commander night. The week before we flew out.” Aeri said with pride. “Guess which card you suggested cinched the game?”

he thought for a moment then responded “Aurelia’s fury”

Aeri nodded surprised. “I am impressed you do in fact know your stuff, but I’d expect nothing less from the guy who’s been beating me up relentlessly over the past few months.”

You sigh and say “Well I have also been trying to encourage you as well. You are an excellent player and a very quick study, Plus that's how I learned from My roommate.”

Aeri smiled softly. “So when does that mean I can go against your paper deck?”

You wheezed at Aerie’s question, “Um yeah I don’t think you’re ready.” you said trying to catch your breath.” Aeri smiled.

“Why not?” She said innocently “I have some tricks up my own sleeve you know.” You blink rapidly as flashes of numerous counter-spell wars and free interaction flash through your head from the games you played against Dexter your roommate.

“Uh yeah okay. Sure next time I see you I will bring my deck and we will play together one-on-one.” You respond slightly shell-shocked. smiles and claps

“So after the concert?” Aeri asks. Connor blinks again remembering and now cursing yourself how excited he was to be going to see Aespa. He is trying to figure a way to wiggle himself out of this until Aeri says, “What are you scared I’ll beat you?” Hearing that flips his hesitation and apprehension into bravado and completely earned confidence.

“Yeah definitely,” Connor announces sardonically. Aeri noticed the change in demeanor and smiled at him.

"there he is. My confident and passionate sparring partner." Aeri teases

After this Connor and Aeri part ways for the night. When he gets back home you stress out as you get a text from Aeri.

“Here’s the address to our hotel I look forward to beating you After the concert. ;]” You sighed and got two of your decks ready to face off against Aeri. looks like you wouldn’t be holding back.

Two days later was the concert. Connor had a great time. Aespa did fantastic as always and even though Connor wasn’t close to the stage at all he could have sworn Aeri locked eyes with him a few times but he ignored it and just focused on enjoying the music. He was elated to hear their songs especially "Hold On Tight" since it was his favorite song by the group. ( I like the more metal-sounding girls but hey to each their own) Thankfully the mix was good too.

As the concert winded down he thought for sure that Aeri locked eyes with him and winked, but again it was probably all imagination. After the concert, He made his way to the hotel. When he arrived he stayed in the lobby for a few minutes decks, and play-mat in hand. after a few more minutes there was a tap on his shoulder.

“Infinite?” An unfamiliar voice said. Connor turned to see Minejeong aka Winter.

"Winter?" Connor questioned

"Were you expecting someone else? Well sorry to disappoint. Also, call me Minjeong you are too close to us to use that name." Minjeong said

She smiled when she saw him. Connor followed her to her room. She was dressed plainly in an oversized t-shirt and baggy sweats. She grabbed him and said, “Come on before someone sees you.” Connor puts his hoodie up to obscure his face and when you get to the elevator Minjeong looks at him “Oh I see put the hoodie on and cover your face. I like it.” Connor smiled at his friend

“Don’t want any dating rumors.” Connor replies “You need to keep your image after all.” he adds

Minjeong smiled, “Ah what a gentleman, but that won’t get you mercy.” Connor laughs at Minjeong’s taunt.

"Um if you don't mind me asking where is Aeri?" Connor asks

"Oh Aeri Unnie still needed to shower and do…What did she say eck dedits." Minjeog stammers

"Oh deck edits," Connor Suggests

"Yeah, that," Minjeong confirms

"Fair" Connor nods

When Connor arrived at Aeri and Minjeong's room you were surprised to see the other members all chilling. Ningning was the first to acknowledge you “Oh is this him?” Aeri nodded. Ningning stared at you with confusion, “I thought he would be taller, but you're right h, He's super cute.” she said, in between bursts of laughter. You set your decks down and unfurl your play mat on the nearby table across from Aeri’s deck box which was littered with various stickers. Connor took out yours and Winter sighed.

“Giselle please don’t get mad and scream when he beats you,” Winter said

Aeri smiled and said “Oh I would never besides. He is the one going to lose tonight.” he held his tongue which Karina noticed. She had been watching him the whole time you had entered not saying a word.

“Is there something you want to say?” Karina asked pointedly. Connor steepled and shook his head. he cracked open his deck box and set his commander down.

“Oh I haven’t seen this card.” Aeri said as she gently grabbed your commander. “Narset Enlightened Exile. she’s cute.” Aeri said. Connor laughed as he spaced out thinking about all of the games he'd played with this deck and the trouble, Aeri was in for.

“What was that about?” Their leader Karina asked, “You spaced out”

”Oh it’s nothing.” He responds

Connor shuffles his library and hands it over to Aeri. She in turn hands him hers and he cuts it. She cuts yours. Connor gets his starting hand and wince. An OG Dual land fast mana, a free counterspell, and early plays. “Um you can go first,” Connor says to Aeri. The other members are circled around her. She starts by playing a Shock land and playing Esper Sentinel. “Okay untap upkeep draw,” he says. Connor plays a scalding tarn (He had Tundra in hand) and fetches for a Volcanic island he grabs it, and plays it then taps the volcanic island for a ragavan, nimble pilferer. After that, you play Mana Crypt and Mox Opal. after all of that Aeri looks at you

“Um, what was that?” Aeri said absolutely dumbfounded.

Feeling confident you say “What never seen an og dual or a turn one mana crypt before?” Aeri shook her head

“Unnie I think you’re in trouble,” Ningning said. Connor nods. After that Aeri played another land, a sol ring, and a rhystic study.

“You really like your tax effects huh?” Connor asked Aeri

Aeri nodded, “I need to keep up somehow how "Mr. I am playing cards I have never heard of before." I just thought it was going to be Ruhan and not all of this.”

Connor smiled and responded, “Well It could be worse.”

Aeri looked at him with apprehension, “How?”

“Well I didn’t open up turn one Narset,” Connor explains.

“how would that be worse” she asks.

“You’ll see,” Connor says as she passes. He draws his card for a turn and sighs. Connor plays chrome mox pitching whirlwind of thought and a Tundra to play his commander. He swings Ragavan at Aeri. She doesn't block. Ragavan triggers and gets a red elemental blast from Aeri. he uses the treasure and it from Ragavan to destroy Rhystic study.

Aeri sees this and says“Wait what?" in Connor's mind the game is over, but Aeri thinks it’s only begun. that changes two turns later when Connor countered her commander twice and swung at her for another 15 damage. She looks at Connor with awe and silent terror. Winter is laughing hysterically. After conceding Aeri says to him, “Well that was unexpected.”

Connor laughs, "Next time I will play something a bit more your speed." He comforts Aeri in the meantime

Winter laughs jovially before saying “And you doing all that trash talk.” She looks to Connor (the only American in the room) to confirm She used the right phrase. he nods, and Winter smiles. Aeri is still surprised.

“You really know your stuff.” She said. You nod at her as she tries to recover.

After that beatdown, Aeri sits next to Connor and converses with the rest of the Aespa members. They learn he is a cameraman for various events and a few indie darlings movies. They Also Learn he is adopted . He shows them some of his work and Karina especially takes interest.

“Oh I love the angles you get they are so dynamic,” Karina says intrigued Connor smile

“Thanks, Karina.” Connor say meekly

She looks at Connor with a smile and says “You’re welcome and don’t be so stressed we’re friends now.” he tries to relax at her words. As Connor shows them more stuff they warm up to him more and more. Eventually, the group looks up and it's 2 in the morning and you Connor is exhausted. He looks at his friends and says, “I gotta go to sleep but we can talk later.” They all nod. As he walks out Aeri follows him to the door. When outside she smiles at Connor

She kisses Connor's cheek and says “Thanks for giving me a great time.” he smiles and walks away.

#kpop fanfic #fanfic #male reader #edh #aespa giselle #mtg commander #aespa kpop

[sentimental-idiot25]

It was Sakura's first full day back at the hospital after her long mission with Sasuke. This time, she was returning for an entire day's shift, not just rushing in for emergencies or major crises. It also meant leaving Sarada and Sasuke at home, which made her feel a mix of anticipation and longing.

Over the past year, Sarada had grown and achieved new milestones. She was walking and expanding her vocabulary, although her sentences remained incomplete. Despite that, Sasuke and Sakura always understood what she was trying to express.

As Sakura gathered her belongings near the door, Sasuke picked up Sarada from her play area, and they all gathered by the exit.

"Are you all ready to go?" Sasuke asked.

Sakura sighed and replied, "Yeah, I think so." She lovingly cupped Sarada's cheeks, using a baby voice, "But I'll miss you!" She planted a kiss on Sarada's cheek, prompting giggles as Sarada buried her head in Sasuke's shoulder. Turning to face Sasuke, Sakura extended the same affectionate gesture, cradling his face with her hand. "And, of course, I'll miss you too," she said, leaning in to give Sasuke a gentle kiss on the lips.

Finally, Sakura turned around, her hand gripping the doorknob to the exit. Glancing back at her beloved family, she couldn't help but feel a bittersweet pang of longing. "Alright, I'll be back home late... I love you two!" she declared.

"Love you, Sakura," Sasuke replied.

"Wub you!" Sarada exclaimed, reaching out for Sakura.

Sakura's face beamed with the widest smile, cherishing the moment as it was Sarada's first attempt at saying "I love you" or something close to it.

"I love you!" Sakura joyfully replied.

"Lob you!" Sarada repeated, reaching out even more for her mother.

Unable to contain her overflowing emotions, Sakura let go of the doorknob, clutching her heart. "I LOVE YOU!"

Sarada playfully pushed Sasuke's face away with her two little hands and nearly leaped out of his arm. "I LOB YOU!"

"Oh!" Sakura held her face, pretending to be taken aback. "Sasuke, how am I supposed to leave?" She walked over to the two and held Sarada tightly. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she said, "It's not like I can take you to work...unless--"

"No, Sakura," Sasuke interjected.

"You're no fun Sasuke,” Sakura teased, showering Sarada with more kisses all over her face. "I love you!" She exclaimed one last time before reluctantly handing her back over to Sasuke, who was pouting, “What’s with the face?” She asked laughing. 

“Nothing,” He said stoically. 

“You want kisses too?” She asked playfully with her eyebrow raised. 

Sasuke blushed slightly as he pursed his lips and shook his head slightly. 

 Sakura couldn't help but laugh at Sasuke's stoic response. She playfully nudged him. "Oh, come on, Sasuke. Don't be shy. I know you secretly want kisses too."

Sasuke's cheeks tinged with a faint blush, but he tried to maintain his composure. "It's not necessary. I'm fine."

Sakura raised an eyebrow, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Are you sure about that? I have a feeling you're just holding back your inner romantic."

Sasuke let out a barely perceptible sigh, his resolve weakening. He pursed his lips and nodded ever so slightly, unable to hide his desire for a kiss.

Sakura grinned triumphantly. "Ah, I knew it!" She leaned in closer, her lips tantalizingly close to Sasuke's. "Well, if you insist, I suppose I can spare a few kisses for my ever-brooding husband."

Unable to resist any longer, Sakura planted a series of quick, playful kisses on Sasuke's cheeks, leaving a trail of warmth and affection. Each peck brought a subtle smile to Sasuke's usually serious face.

Sarada watched the exchange with wide eyes, giggling at her parents' playful interaction. "Mama lob papa!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight.

“I don’t know…” Sakura said, “Does Papa lob Mama?” She asked Sasuke with a smirk. 

He closes his eyes and lets out a small sigh, “Of course.” 

 “Glad to hear it,” Sakura said, “Oh look at the time! I have to go!” She said after looking at the clock on the wall.

 “I love you both!! Be good!” She said as she exited through the door. 

#sentimental idiot25 #sakura #sarada #sasuke #the uchiha family #sasusaku #pro sasusaku #head canon

[xerith-42]

Got Vincent headcanons to share with the class?

Your recent post is making me think about him lol

I love thinking about Vincent!!! He's one of my favorite guys to think about!!! Here's a few headcanons regarding one of my favorite little guys!!

* Vincent really likes spicy food. This was the truth before he became a shadow knight, and was only amplified afterwards. I'm serious you know that one friend who brags about eating a Carolina Reaper one time? That's a weaker version of Vincent, he will pick the spiciest pepper Ru'aun has to offer off the tree and eat it whole like it is nothing

* His favorite past time is fucking with Cadenza. She understands quite a bit about Shadow Knights and how odd they can be, but Vincent really turns it up to 11 and is just as weird as possible around her. He was weird as hell before he got raised into undeath, the necromancy only made him worse.

* I once described Vylad as the type of mf to talk to you about a niche subject for ten minutes only to admit that was all lies, and Vincent is very similar. He loves telling Cadenza random facts and she responds "Is that real??" And his response is usually a shrug and a "Could be." much to her chagrin.

* Vincent and Cadenza first met about two years after everyone disappeared, purely by chance as it were. Cadenza was in O'Khasis to inform the Lord there that her father had fallen and she would be taking his place. While she was there she stopped at a bar to drink her worries away, where she met Vincent. Vincent had actually met Lord Hayden once before, and while he didn't take a particular liking to him, something about Cadenza stood out

* In an attempt to get to know her he offered to buy her a few drinks. As a result, Cadenza drank him under the table and the two spilled secrets to each other over the empty bar almost the entire night.

* It was the most fun Vincent had in over a decade.

* Vincent is a musician, he's literally been alive for 100 years of course he's a musician. But not any ordinary musical instrument, no, this man has to be different. He has to be unique. He plays the Zither, this weird fucking string instrument I found on Wikipedia!

* Vincent could not teach you how to play this thing. He learned it so long ago that he is running purely on muscle memory whenever he whips out this bad boy

* He also doesn't really read sheet music anymore, mostly because it can be really hard to come by. He's much more of a play by ear kinda guy.

* Just as Cadenza used to dance to Laurance's songs, Vincent learned to play for Cadenza when she was getting too stressed and needed something to pull her away from work for a bit. A good song usually works.

* It was also Vincent that helped her with her first designs of combining fashion and armor

* Overall Vincent and Cadenza bounce ideas off of each other quite often, sometimes literally as they toss around balled up pieces of paper to one another on long nights, and would likely refer to one another as muses

* We fools would classify it best as queerplatonic besties

* This does mean people have thought they were dating, but that's never been the case

* Vincent is gay as hell

* There's kind of an otherworldliness that people can pick up from Vincent. Nothing distinct, nothing they can put a finger on, but the vibes are just... Not off, but a little to the left.

* I know these don't exist in Ru'aun, but if you pointed a Geiger counter at Vincent it would show him as slightly radioactive

That's the best thing I've written this entire post, cutting it off here because I will never write something more true to Vincent's being than that

#text post #minecraft diaries #mcd #mcd headcanons #mcd vincent #mcd cadenza #god I love him #i love him so much #i love this man #i love him sm #i adore him #i'm normal about him #ask answered #queued post #aphblr #aphverse #shadow knights

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▬❝ bitch. ❞

kinktober; day 4, daddy kink ⟶ [soldier boy x fem!reader] // kinktober taglist

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, no actual smut but implied, swearing, crass language, SB being a piece of shit, choking

day 3, shower sex, ft. billy russo - kinktober masterlist - day 5, costumes , ft. dean winchester

The way Payback shrank back and stiffened when he entered the room should've tipped you off. You should've recognised the glances they kept flicking to the door as fear and anticipation. But you didn't. You didn't and that was a mistake.

You'd met Soldier Boy once before on the red carpet for a movie premiere; his movie premiere. It was just for a minute, running into him as you returned from the bathroom. He’d caught you with firm hands on your waist, a wolfish smile on his lips.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” he crooned, eyes flicking up and down you, “you should watch where you’re going, else you might run into trouble.” 

“Thanks,” you replied, unable to take your eyes off his face. You’d seen it a million times before for as long as you could remember. In papers, movie posters, the news. Only now he was without his helmet and he was fucking pretty. Before he could spout another cheesy one-liner, he was spotted by a sweaty PA and ushered elsewhere. 

This time your stomach fluttered when you saw him. The tension had been building since the night began but while everyone else was feeling the usual, sexy kind, Crimson Countess and her teammates seemed to be dreading something. He was barely a foot in the door when every head in the room turned to him. He stared back for a moment, regarding the assembled. 

“Pleasure to see you all too,” he said with a laugh, earning a few weak ones in response. Taking one final drag, he dropped his spent cigarette to the floor and stamped it out. He made his way to the bar, and by extension, towards you.

“Get me a shot of whatever’s closest,” Soldier Boy said to you, not really looking as he got close enough.

“I’m not a bartender,” you said, brushing off his carelessness in hopes of maintaining your good mood. He turned, looking you up and down which was reminiscent of your first meeting. Taking a hissing breath, he grinned.

“What? They’re letting hookers into this gig now?” he asked, leaning against the bar.

You laughed in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Sure,” he shrugged as a real bartender approached him, pouring a double without him needing to ask, “you gonna get down on your knees and suck my dick for a twenty?”

“I wouldn’t get on my knees for you for a million,” you said, tongue in cheek, “not to mention, I’m not a hooker.”

He grimaced in what you were disgusted to recognise as disappointment. “Guess that makes you a Supe then, sweetheart. And here I was thinking Red was bad enough.” Your eyes flicked to Crimson Countess across the room who was currently getting very touchy with some waiter. 

“And here I was thinking TNT Tommy was as gross as Payback’s members could get.” His jaw clenched at that, the smirk he gave you not reaching his darkened eyes.

“Clearly you haven’t spoken to his sister then,” he snapped back. 

You put a hand to your chest in fake sympathy. “Did I hurt big bad Soldier Boy’s feelings?”

He laughed heartily at that, eyes crinkling with mirth. “Oh, princess, you couldn’t hurt my feelings if you tried,” he said, “besides, I think we both know you’re just playing hard to get. I remember how you looked at me last time we ran into each other.” You swallowed hard.

“Or maybe,” you said, “I just think you’re a jackass and it’s fun seeing you get all riled up.”

He took a step closer, leaning over you a little more. “If you want me riled up, all you gotta do is put those pretty little hands on me. I bet you could work today’s angst out of my shoulders. Then I’ll give you what you really want. A good, hard, fu-”

“Jesus fucking christ!” you said turning away from him as you cringed, “not everyone who fucks with you wants your dick.”

“But you do,” he said bluntly, “you got a filthy mouth too, sweetheart. That’s okay. Some tough love will set you straight.”

A shiver ran across your skin. He really was getting off on this back and forth. “How screwed is your reality that me telling you I don’t wanna bang you somehow translates into ‘oh, please fuck me, Soldier Boy’?” The grin fell off his face. “Does no one in your life ever say no to you?”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” he sneered. Apparently you did given how his grip on the bar tightened and his jaw clenched.

“You know, I bet Crimson Countess isn’t even into you. She wouldn’t even need to be a good actress to fool you. I can imagine her sucking up to you with big pouty eyes and red lips, all in the hopes that you’ll go away faster if she goes along with it.”

He moved in closer, an attempt to intimidate but all it did was confirm you’d hit a nerve. “You just keep fucking talking, don’t you?”

“I bet she goes all out for you too,” you teased, “Oh god, Soldier Boy! Right there! That’s it! Oh, you’re soooo good, Ben! Harder! Harder! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my God! Ah! Ah!” The fake moans you let out sounded downright pornagraphic but you could just picture Crimson Countess spouting that same bullshit.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he practically snarled. You grinned. God, he was so predictable it was hilarious.

“Okay, daddy,” you whispered with a mocking pout. 

You barely had time to blink before one of his thick hands was wrapped around your throat, squeezing your windpipe hard as your back was slammed onto the top of the bar with enough force to crack the wood. You hadn’t been expecting that. 

“You wanna fucking talk back, you bratty whore?” he growled from above you, tightening his grip on your neck as you wheezed, “you wanna play that game with me?” 

“Yes, daddy,” you choked out with a broken smile. Tears trickled from your eyes as you gasped desperately for air. 

Everyone else had gone silent and when he noticed their eyes on him, Soldier Boy hauled you back to your feet. Payback huddled into the corners like rats shying from a flame.

“The fuck are you cock-suckers looking at?” he shouted as you tried fruitlessly to peel his hand off your throat. 

As everyone cautiously went back to their conversations, Soldier Boy yanked you with him across the room. Barging into the staff corridor of the venue, he stopped and slammed you into the wall. 

“Feel smart now, princess? Feel proud of yourself for riling me up?”

“Wee bit,” you wheezed. 

He let go of your neck and you dropped to the floor.. You hissed as you ran your own fingers over your skin, feeling out where the nasty set of bruises would be tomorrow. You’d pinned him for a short temper but you weren’t betting on him following through with that macho dick-head shit. Bad move.

It was kinda hot though. It a fucked-up way. Before when you’d assumed he was all talk you could just picture him taking what he wanted from you and leaving you unsatisfied but now. You figured he’d take what he wanted and fuck you to the edge of oblivion in the process. 

“You’re a fucking cunt,” he said, tone deadly even as he pulled you too your feet by the collar. One arm resting on the wall to the right of your face, he pressed the other one into your hip bone, keeping you held against the wall. You whimpered.

“Someone’s got some pent up anger,” you said half-heartedly, “you gonna take that out on me?” 

He stared straight into your soul. “Should I?” His voice was suddenly honey, oozing, sweet and sticky, clogging your pores. 

“Wha-”

“D’you like it when I fucking manhandled you like the bitch you are?”

“Soldier Boy, I-”

“I can see it in your eyes. That little switch in your brain has gone off. No more smartass comments, sweetheart?” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. He dug his thumb into your hip a little harder. “C’mon, doll, talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

“Nothing,” you lied, instinctively leaning forward as his face backed off. He tasted of some basic-ass cologne and warmth and you wanted a second hit.

“We both know that ain’t true. Tell me what you want, doll. Tell me.”

“I…”

“Don’t go getting shy on me now. C’mon pretty thing, tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me, daddy.”

“Attagirl.”

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a/n: ik this one isn't actual smut but i was feeling the plotty goddess in my fingers today so here you are instead i want this man to fuck me up omg (not edited)

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#soldier boy smut #soldier boy the boys #soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #the boys x reader #kinktober 2022 #kinktober

[adelarsims]

sages' apprentices

In my world every sage must have an apprentice who can eventually take their place - in case that something happens to the sage, or a temporary replacement is required when the sage is absent for whatever reason, or the sage simply decides not to be a sage anymore. Longevity, and especially immortality, is not something that spellcasters simply have like vampires, they artificially maintain it with magic and potions, so they can refuse it at any moment, and many spellcasters eventually do. Cases of apprentices dueling or even killing their mentors to take their positions also happened in the past, but the latter happened in old and dark times, nowadays it’s considered barbaric and the successor won’t be accepted by other spellcasters. Succession by duel is still legitimate, but only on agreement between apprentice and their mentor, and with two other sages’ approval, so you can't simply come over to your mentor and tell them to defend themselves.

Their names (i’m in love with their names, they were randomized by the game, i only saw these guys and gave them a little makeover and a part in a story) are Beth Looney, Axel Magee and Davion Gallo.

Beth is Simeon's apprentice, but she’s the most playful of them all, a jokester and a spark plug, she hates seeing people in sour mood and will always try to brighten it, but she doesn’t always read the room and can be unintentionally tactless. Beth’s photos are usually a wide assortment of stuck out tongues, winks and finger hearts. She’s the oldest of the three and will always stand up for them because she thinks of herself as their older sister. Beth lived on a street for a few years and can survive on practically nothing if needed, and often teases others for their need of comfort. She also cooks for all of them (including all sages), but because she cares, not because she’s told to or thinks that it's her responsibility. She’s not above lies and tricks for securing important outcome. For example, when Beth dueled with another young spellcaster for apprenticeship under Simeon, he was better, but she cheated. He hates her but can't prove it.

Davion (in the middle) is Morgyn's apprentice. He’s the most serious of the three, sometimes too serious even in Morgyn’s opinion. He’s very practical, good at grounding the other two and reasoning with them when they get carried away, and if there is a leader in their group, it’s Davion. He’s known as the most talented of them, even prodigious, but he gets a little patronizing because of it sometimes, and he absolutely hates jokes on his expense. But he never refuses to help if he’s asked for help, even when he’s on somewhat bad terms with the person who asks. He refuses to talk about his past, but you can figure out that he’s not proud of it. He also reads an awful lot. But in public it’s always studying and always something serious. If he reads fiction for fun, he does it in secret (recently I’ve found “Wands of desire” in his inventory that I didn't put there, lol).

Axel is Elle's apprentice, and the youngest of the three. He’s not a trickster by nature, and putting up with his mentor's antics isn’t easy for him, but fitting in and being accepted is so important for him that he tries to look more chaotic and trickster-y, and acts like he’s extremely laid-back and doesn't have a single care in the world. This is why Axel often gives off a vibe of insincerity and untrustworthiness (probably he shouldn’t even try to keep up with carelessness of a half-fairy), even though at the core he’s a soft and caring person, if a little hot-headed and anxious for attention. He gets bored and distracted easily. He comes from a wealthy family that supports him both emotionally and financially, of course without knowing that his "school abroad" teaches magic, but somehow he’s the only one with an actual (part-time) job. Not for money though, just because he tried the job for fun, people liked him, and he stayed for being liked.

#adelar’s storytime #spellcaster apprentices #the sims 4

[papercorgiworld]

Duelling during Hecat’s class II

Imagine Natty, Imelda and Poppy

Since a kind soul reminded to write this. Here’s part 2 of duelling during Hecat’s class.

Natsai Onai

You had always been desperate to impress her, but recently matters had become more serious after she had put your cloak on fire during the last DADA class. Even though Natty was always a sweetheart you couldn’t help but feel ridiculed by her as you had to walk to your dorm with only half a cloak since the rest of it was burned to ashes.

All of your efforts to get her attention, to be invited to her secret missions after class, were to no avail. She needed to know that you might look as innocent as a puffskein but you were as fierce as a… uhm… mooncalf hippogriff. You needed to improve your dueling skills drastically! You asked Sebastian to be your tutor and he agreed as he likes friends who are in his debt.

Today was the day you would take down Natty Onai. Your swift skills and elegant moves would impress her and she would invite you on one of her quests. That was the plan. Hecat explained what she expected of today’s duals and per usual paired you with Natty. Sebastian gave you an awkward thumbs up like he wasn’t fully convinced of your victory. Doubt clenched your heart for a moment, but Natty made you snap out of it. “Interesting assignment. Don’t you think?” You stared at her as she smiled with gentle eyes, yet unable to hide her excitement. “Sounds like fun.” You answered as you reached for your wand. “I won’t be too rough on you.” She offered as she walked over to take position. Your eyes flared up to meet hers. “Please, don’t. I feel like today’s my day.” Natty raised an eyebrow and gave you a soft nod.

Today was not your day. You barely managed to cast spells, since you constantly had to dodge hers. This was embarrassing, but you were still standing so that was something. You remembered Sebastian’s advice: Natty’s an aggressive opponent, so eventually she will tire herself.

You waited for the right moment and casted a perfect stupefy counterattack. Victory was yours for the taking. “Expelliarmus!” Proudly you watched Natty’s wand fly. Only when it landed did you realise she didn’t need a wand to cast. You panicked, what now! As you saw Natty’s hands move you ran towards her and jumped her.

The whole class was silent. “What’s the meaning of this?” Hecat asked in a monotone voice of curiosity. “A surprise tactic.” You whispered as your face heated up. “I must say I’m surprised.” Natty laughed from underneath you. You forced a smile as you were dying of embarrassment on the inside. You got up and helped Natty up. “You sure are resourceful.” She said, keeping you from turning away from her. “Yeah.” You laughed quietly. “I’m impressed.” Her accent was heavier than normal. She winked and walked over to some gryffindors.

You stood alone and dumbfounded when Sebastian walked over to you, arms crossed and a cheeky smile. “Sweet tactic.” You rolled your eyes as he added: “I’m definitely using this tactic in the future.”

Imelda Reyes

There she stood, arms crossed and her wand in hand. Imelda Reyes: the Slytherin queen of mean, the future quidditch legend and most of all your rival. Quidditch, wizard chess or a late night drinking game. The two of you always tried besting one another.

The two of you weren’t paired together often during Hecat’s class, so today’s opportunity needed to be seized. She had won the last duel and for two months she had rubbed it in your face. You were about to introduce her to some sweet karma. “Fancy another defeat?” A smug smile played on her lips. You raised an eyebrow in response. “I don’t even know what defeat feels like.” You walked past her and readied yourself for the duel. She huffed avoiding your eyes. If you didn’t know any better you would think she looked a little unsure. The last and only time she won was pure luck and you were not going to be merciful since she had bragged about her victory for way too long.

With a few basic casts you quickly gained the upper hand. When she managed to cast a decent protego you reacted with levioso. You expected her to make quick work of it and be back on the ground in no time, but she struggled. This was humouring. As she was still levitated you used accio to move her closer. You smiled at her like a kid with candy as you watched her try to end the levitation charm. She was getting more frustrated and flustered with every passing moment. “You like it up there?” You laughed, no longer resisting taunting her. A little growl of annoyance escaped Imelda’s lips. “Put me down!” You smile grew immensely wide and you were about to ask her to repeat her question or ask nicely. However, Hecat’s glare changed your mind.

As you dropped your spell so suddenly, Imelda stumbled when she landed. She straightened her uniform and breathed to calm herself. “Clearly you are a more talented duelist than me. DADA is really your thing.” She finally stated, avoiding eye contact. This caught you off guard. Your face heated up a little. Was that a compliment from Imelda Reyes? “W-well. Yes. Thank you. I have my talent… and you… well, you’re just perfect in everything else.” You stuttered. Imelda raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” With that she turned on her heels and you shook your head. Imelda Reyes, unbelievable…

Poppy Sweeting

Poppy wasn’t a duelling natural. Which was strange since she spent her weekends killing off poachers like they were mosquitoes on a lovely summer evening. She had come to you for advice. You had given her everything you got: advice on taking a perfect stance, working on her reflexes, practicing spell combinations, etc. Even though she mastered everything you taught her through sheer hard work, something always went wrong during DADA class.

It frustrated you that all your efforts and mostly all of Poppy’s hard work were of no use. However, you pushed your frustrations to the back of your head when you saw the sweet Hufflepuff smiling at you. “Hecat said you should be my duelling partner today.” You smiled and nodded. “Good. Remember what I told yesterday about d&d?” Poppy proudly replied: “Dodge and defend.” You both went to stand opposite of one another. You immediately directed a basic cast at her. It hit Poppy and you dropped your shoulders in frustration: “Popps!” She was startled by your stern voice. “Sorry. Focus. I know.” Poppy got to you through a good combination of spells, but you quickly counterattacked and she lost balance.

Watching her stumble, your frustration got the better of you again. “Popps, damn it! Pretend I eat mooncalfs for breakfast.” You cast another spell. “Hippogriffs are not that impressive!” You yelled. Poppy defects one of your spells and raises an annoyed eyebrow at your rantings. “Nothing’s cool about thestrals, almost no one can see them.” An angry huff escapes Poppy’s lips as she throws a spell combination your way in an attempt to shut you up. All the students and professor Hecat hold their breath as they watch the fierce duel unfold. “Puffskeins are overrated hairballs!” Everyone’s mouth drops. Right before you get blasted to the other side of the classroom you here Ominis say: “Now she’s done it.”

You blink a few times and see everyone staring at you in concern. “Oh no. Oh no. Are you okay? I’m so sorry. So sorry.” Poppy runs over to you. As she’s helping you up she paused for a moment. “You didn’t mean any of those things, right?” You smiled. “Of course not!” Content with your answer, the hufflepuff helped you up. “In that case I’m really sorry.” Hecat approached the both of you and cleared her throat. “I guess it’s clear now that Miss Sweeting does not lack any duelling-skill, but rather passion for my class. Because when it’s about magical creatures you show yourself quite the duellist.” Poppy looks a little sheepish. You throw your arm around her: “Next DADA class just pretend your opponent is a poacher.”

Gareth: “Next class I definitely don’t want to be paired with the dangerous hufflepuff.”

Sebastian: “Yeah, note to self: never piss off the innocent looking hufflepuff.“

Random note: Since English isn’t my first language I find it so weird that UK English writes duelling with two L’s and US English writes it with one L. Why? Anyways, have a lovely day! ☺️

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagine #natty onai #natsai onai #imelda reyes #poppy sweeting #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #papercorgiworldwritings

[jemmahazelnut]

Freed & Guildmates Headcanon

Since I can't write fanfiction anymore here are some headcanons I have on Freed's relationship with other wizards (which by the way was about what I wanted to write):

Erza and Levy: they both admire him, respect him and at the same time have a kind of rivalry with him. Since they are all captains of three different teams, they often find themselves praising their team as if it were the best. All three are very competitive in calling themselves the strongest/smartest team and can argue for hours about how their teammates are the best (but they can also argue for hours about how their teammates are the worst if they have a bad day, sometimes they just want to complain about their annoying teammates and have someone who understands them, and Erza and Levy understand Freed very well)

Cana: Cana and Freed don't get along. Like, not at all. Freed thinks Cana is annoying and immature, Cana thinks Freed is serious and boring. Cana likes to tease Freed and annoy him, Freed can't stand her. Until one day they found themselves doing a job together, and even though they argued the whole time, they were able to see the more responsible/funnier sides of the other. They aren't friends yet, and probably never will be, but at least they tolerate each other now.

Makarov: Makarov knows that Freed is one of the most responsible guys in the guild. He also knows that it doesn't take much to be one of the most responsible guys in the guild. So he knows that Freed is just another brat who thinks he can get around his rules without Makarov noticing. Has he noticed how Freed circumvented the "you may not enter the library" rule by sending someone else for him to get a book he shouldn't have, he knows that he circumvented the "do not use forbidden spells" rule by using forbidden potions or items (which Freed is keen to point out, are different than spells), he knows that when he told him to "don't let Laxus skip the guildmaster meeting" Freed simply canceled the meeting. He knows it and that's why every time Freed thinks he's smarter than him, Makarov gives him one of those punches that he usually reserves for Natsu. (Bickslow always laughs when that happens).

Lahar: Connecting to what I wrote above, Lahar hates Freed. He hates him from the bottom of his heart, because Freed should be in prison. He knows it, Freed knows it, and Freed knows Lahar knows it. Every time something happens and Lahar tries and fails to put him behind bars, Freed gives him that annoying smirk and Lahar just wants to smash his face.

Mirajane: Mirajane and Freed are besties. They spend their days together cooking, working out, going around the shops, relaxing together and talking a lot. Mirajane is also one of the few who saw the awkward side of Freed when he tried to approach guildmates and be nice to them, without much success.

Juvia and Gajeel: Ok I have this idea that the Raijinshuu and Gajeel and Juvia get along really well and often take missions together. It wasn't right away (or rather, between Freed and Gajeel at the beginning there was a sort of rivalry due to their character differences), but when they began to understand each other, they are like a sort of extended team. Gajeel and Freed often argue, but Juvia always manages to calm his friend, and Juvia and Freed talk for hours about their favorite novels (look, Freed likes romance novels, Juvia does too, it's their not-so-secret secret because even Gajeel knows this and makes fun of them). Gajeel and Freed often train together, simply because they tease each other and Gajeel is one of the few (besides Bickslow) that Freed gets dragged into acting like an idiot. He never denies him a challenge (Natsu is pissed at Gajeel for this).

Laki: When Freed tried to get close to his guildmates after the battle of Fantasia, he had a lot of difficulties. He couldn't bond with anyone but Mirajane, he found everyone annoying and immature even though he tried not to act conceited, and surprisingly, Laki was the first girl he bonded with. He saw her torture chamber and was fascinated by it, they talked for hours, and now whenever Laki creates a new lethal weapon, Freed is the first one she tells. He's always happy to go to her house, he considers it a place of peace (the other guildmates are just disturbed by the fact).

Cobra: Freed is one of the few that Cobra's ability doesn't bother too much. Even if his thoughts are different from what he says (Freed always speaks formally but inwardly curses almost every time someone talks to him), he doesn't feel threatened. Cobra is instead only very amused to hear the contradiction between what Freed says and what he thinks. They get along.

Ichiya: Freed will never admit it even under torture, but he actually respects Ichiya. He still thinks he's weird, overly dramatic, and overly attached to frivolous things, but he respects him. He recognizes Ichiya’s leadership, strength, and socialization skills. Nobody knows that (and no one will ever know)

Bickslow and Evergreen: they are partners in crime. This isn't even a headcanon, it's just canon. They go from being the menacing team who can scare away the strongest wizards, to being three besties who spend hours doing their hair.

#freed day #freed justine day #freed justine #fairy tail

[izvmimi]

WSB (and WSHB) - Chapter XI

cw: penultimate chapter. angst.

Masterlist

Months pass.

“I still think this is excessive,” your mother huffs. She isn’t looking at you as she continues to fuss, the same way she has for the past two hours - rather she looks around at the many passersby that thankfully don’t recognize you in your low profile disguise of a hat and large sunglasses, and frowns.

“Your father or brother should have come to help you with these bags. Why are you packing like you’re starting over anyway? I thought this was a yearlong fellowship!”

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll stay.” you answer, somewhat dispassionately. When you turn to look at her, she looks genuinely horrified and you can’t help but giggle.

“Probably not, but it’s fun to imagine,” you joke. You lay your head on her shoulder and in irritation she shakes you off gently.

“You’re ridiculous.” she retorts. “You’ll let a couple of boys run you from your mother ?”

“It has nothing to do with them!”

She gives you a hard look and you frown back.

“I’m serious!” you insist. “This is an excellent learning opportunity for me!”

She looks at you again, her glare harder this time, then sighs. It’s not like she can say much else. The ticket is bought, and the apartment is rented, and you will now spend the next year in the United States no matter what she tells you.

“Whatever you say. Anyway, a change in pace might be good for you.”

You nod.

Things have been too messy in the past two months, and perhaps you were running but it’s necessary. You need a breath of fresh air after all that has happened.

…

“You know at some point I blamed you for killing my child.” Ochaco says, with a smile that is almost disturbingly kind despite her harsh candor.  You sit face to face with her, just outside of your clinic, and she brushes her hair behind her ear demurely as if she hadn’t just accused you of feticide.

And yet you understand, especially when she confesses, “I would have had the thought if I were in your position.”

You blink, unsure what to say in response. You don’t even know why she’s here, or what she’s here for. When she’d asked you to meet, just a month after the incident, and a week after you’d racked up the courage to leave a get well soon basket at her front door, you’d expected her to do nothing short of challenge you to a duel.

But instead, she’s calm now, and her eyes are bright.

“I’m sorry,” she says, and you’re taken aback.

Should you be offended? Is she apologizing for sleeping with the man you loved? Or was she apologizing for hating you? Or for just throwing out the gift basket?

What was the apology for?

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say in a small voice. Ochaco shakes her head.

“I did. Trust me.”

The look she gives you is strange, and the look you give her is stranger still, but you decide not to say anything more. Too much has happened and it is easier to forgive and move on.

“I’m relinquishing any hard feelings against you. Against anyone.” she finally decides, rising to her feet. You look up at her, and she actually looks well, her cheeks rosy, her complexion better than it’s been since she was pregnant.

You hesitate to say anything, and she bows slightly before holding onto her purse strap tightly.

“I understand if you don’t want to forgive me, and you have the right not to.”

You’ve always hated that she was cute, but now all of a sudden, something about her is non-threatening for real. For the very first time in a while.

You bow back.

“Thank you for coming.”

And you mean it.

…

You kiss your mother goodbye and give her a tight hug as you make it past the theoretical point of no return, and head off to your gate. The usual promises are made - call me when you get there, stay safe, don’t fall in love, etc. You grab a large iced coffee deciding to forgo any consideration of time zones or the likes, and take a seat.

You let out a deep breath.

You are alone, finally. You’ve said goodbye to your friends and family, and Tessa especially is away on a mission and can’t send you off with any more than a slew of sad emojis.

Momo will call you when you land. She was the one who told Shoto finally that you were leaving, and he hasn’t called or texted since.  

You aren’t exactly waiting for his call and yet it feels strange for things to end like this. Perhaps one day, you think. One day you’ll give him a proper apology, and one day he’ll be willing to hear it.

You’re tired of apologizing to people. There were far too many people involved in you and Midoriya’s mess. Even Momo had admonished you for hurting him, and there was nothing you could say to counter her, because it was true. What hurt more was to know that she’d loved him too, and kept it to herself.

A deep sigh runs through your body. You lean into your chair and check your boarding pass once again.

There’s an unopened text from about an hour ago that you’ve been trying to ignore, but the preview is enough for you to understand.

Have a safe trip. I love you.

You’re called to board, and try not to look behind you.

---

Months pass.

“Good work today, you should take off.”

Your research mentor glances at you from around his large desktop screen, and practically shoos you out of his office.

“Are you sure? It’s only-” you check your phone, “like 3pm and-” you start, and he interrupts you, shaking his head.

“I’ll wrap up and close, just make sure to have a good day! You’ve spent way too many late nights here anyway.”

He offers you a smile, and you grin back widely. You don’t need to be told twice.

It’s barely 3pm and you’re in sunny Los Angeles, California. 9 months have passed since you started your fellowship, and your thesis paper on outcomes of Quirk incompatibility in utero is on track to be completed in the next three months, and perhaps you might actually return to Japan with a new fund of knowledge and new hope.

And you’re not afraid to do so anymore.

Things are admittedly different back home, according to Tessa’s late night phone calls, but the dust has cleared for the most part. Ochaco has made a couple of videos talking about her miscarriage experience which has catapulted her even higher in the realm of cinnamon roll fame, and you don’t wish that against her. You especially are happy that she’s finally noticed Iida, who you’ve always thought was a better match for her, even if you wondered if that had to do with some personal bias. Momo sheepishly has forgiven you but has told you she’d be honest with her feelings, and while she hasn’t made a move on Shoto yet (as far as you know), you hope it’ll be well received and wish her the best.

You’re waiting for Tessa to announce she’s pregnant, to which she says you’ll be waiting forever. Your bet is in the next couple of years, regardless.

You’ve listened to your mother and haven’t fallen in love.

Your apartment waits for you in the same slightly messy condition you left it that morning, bed unmade and windows partially open, bathing your long-suffering potted plants in sunlight but not water. You make a note to water them accordingly and in doing so nearly trip over a pair of haphazardly placed slippers.

There are Tinder matches on your phone waiting for your response given that it’s Friday night and you’re still young and single and fairly attractive. Loneliness is a curse.

You swipe left and right and left and right and have no energy to flirt. There’s nothing in your fridge but water, Soylent and a single slice of three day old pizza.

It’ll do.

You take a bite and the crust nearly takes out your front tooth.

Never mind.

---

There’s a small shop at the end of the block from your apartment complex that sells savory and sweet crepes that you simultaneously frequent too often and not often enough.

It takes about twenty minutes from door to door to end up seated in a small patio chair looking at the rest of the city, picking at a crepe with mixed mushrooms.

Your co-fellows are organizing a happy hour for later that evening, from the text chain blowing up your phone, and you can anticipate the angry texts from your only friend in the States if you flake once again.

Your phone rings suddenly, and it’s an unknown number. You assume it’s a classmate whose name you haven’t saved trying to figure out a head count since you haven’t answered, but instead it’s a familiar voice that responds to your hello.

“Hey. Where are you right now?”

Your heart skips a beat. Straight to the point.

“W-what does that mean? What time is it in Japan?” you reply, putting your fork down.

“I’m not in Japan. I’m in your city.”

“H-how?”

He laughs.

“Planes.”

You swallow hard, dumbfounded.

“Drop your location and I’ll come to you… if you’ll have me,” he adds. You’re not sure that last part is necessary.

You’re no longer raw from everything that has happened.

“I… really want to see you.”

“I… I want to see you, too."

---

The car that finds its way in front of your apartment complex looks a bit high-end for a rental, and as Izuku steps out from the back you realize he’s not the one driving.

He looks… good. His haircut is fresh, and only a few of his curls are out of place, and his smile is wide as he sees you. There are no new scars on his face, and the old ones along the exposed parts of his arms are unchanged, as are the number and extent of his freckles. His olive chinos match too closely to his eyes and hair, and clash terribly with the light pink open checkered top. A white undershirt clings nicely to his broad chest.

He looks good and he looks bad and you miss him all the same.

He says something to the driver in accented English quickly, then rounds the corner to embrace you, before hesitating.

So you fall into him instead, holding him tight. It’s meant to be platonic, but the hug lasts too long, and he holds you too tightly back, and you allow him to.

“I missed you,” he whispers into the top of your head.

You laugh into his chest.

“Stalker.”

When you pull back, you can clearly see his frown. “I’m here for a Hero Commission meeting actually, I’ll have you know. I didn’t follow you across the globe.”

You smile, but there’s a tiny bit of sadness that’s betrayed in your eyes, and he quickly rectifies himself.

“I would if you wanted me to,” he says quickly, and takes one of your hands. You pull back quickly, and he grimaces, but then changes the subject.

“Are you hungry?”

“I just ate,” you reply sweetly. He takes it in stride, and takes your hand again. This time you don’t pull away.

“Accompany me to dinner then and I’ll buy you dessert.”

You make a show of reconsidering, but follow him anyway into the car.

---

“You should know that I’m seeing someone,” you say suddenly, while Izuku is halfway through a bite of an overloaded, overpriced burger. It nearly falls out of his mouth, but he catches himself, sauce still decorating the corner of his mouth. You resist the urge to lean over and wipe it off for him, and sit perfectly still.

“Okay,” he answers. There’s a tiny bit of satisfaction that pulls at the corner of your lips as you see him visibly sweat then re-steady himself, but then you admonish yourself for being childish.

But you don’t tell the truth, and the subject changes.

Izuku has done work on himself. Hours are still long and arduous, but he tells you he’s taken a little bit of your advice and bargained for more vacation, and, in his own words,

“Kacchan is gunning just as hard as I am so I shouldn’t act like all responsibilities are on me.”

You smile and pick a fry off his plate.

“It only took you this long to realize,” you tease as you bite. “It didn’t matter that I said it until I lost my voice, did it?”

He smiles sheepishly.

“I’m slow sometimes, but I get there. Just be patient with me.”

His green eyes twinkle with hope.

...

You part ways as friends. There’s another hug that is less emotionally charged as the first but with more relief. All is fine.

“I have until the rest of the week to be here. Can we meet again?” he asks.

You stand at the front of your apartment building, and he’s earnestly waiting for your response. You hold leftover food in a to-go bag and your work group chat has not stopped buzzing from the phone in your pocket. It’s dark, and the truth is, you want to speak more, but you don’t like what that means for you.

“I have to finish a paper this week, but I’ll let you know.”

Izuku offers you half a smile.

“Thanks.”

---

“You gave him my address, didn’t you?”

It takes you about an hour to put your things in order, shower, and get Tessa on a phone call. She pretends she doesn’t know what you’re talking about for a split second, then grins mischievously.

“So Izuku came to see you, I take it?”

You pause, letting the twitch in your brow settle.

“For what reason did you do this?”

Tessa’s mouth moves to the side and she looks over her shoulder, probably to her husband, lurking somewhere in the background, who would probably get annoyed about what she says next.

“Because I still think you’re meant to be.”

Your eyes narrow, and perhaps you are cruel.

“What if it were you?”

Tessa has known you long enough that she takes your claws in stride. It’s a question she’s anticipated, and her answer is prepared, almost too well.

“I already told you, it’s different.”

“Different-”

“Yup!” she interjects, clapping her hands together. Adjusting herself in her swivel chair as she continues her defense, she continues. “Either way, it’s on you if you want to fully forgive him, but from my view, you’re about 90% of the way there.”

You grit your teeth.

Tessa’s smile stops, and her tone shifts. She even leans in, and her voice is calm but clear.

“I don’t care if you don’t get back together and I’ll support you either way.”

“So why…?” you lean back into your covers holding a pillow across your chest and Tessa can tell you’ve softened as you sigh in defeat.

“Tell me how it was.”

---

“It’s my last day here,” Izuku says.

You’ve reconvened after three days of pretending you were too busy to tell him you wanted to hear his voice again. Dinner is a little less casual this time as Izuku insists on spending his plentiful Hero Association allotment. In underused stiletto heels and a dress you’ve worn once this year, you find your way back to your apartment for a nightcap.

“I hope you had a good time,” you offer him, realizing you don’t have wine, and sheepishly offering him sparkling water in a wine glass.

“I realized I didn’t have alcohol up here,” you admit.

He takes it from you then laughs, before drinking it down at once.

“There’s nothing wrong with water,” he says. “But yeah, I had as good as a time as work can be, anyway.”

As you make your way to sit down on the couch next to him, shrugging your shoulders sympathetically, he adds, “Then again, you’ve made it better.”

“When’s your flight?” you ask, sipping from your own glass.

“In a couple hours.”

You nearly spit out your drink.

“Shouldn’t you be leaving now?”

Izuku turns to you more readily. “I’m not in a hurry.”

You blink, and again the pettier part of you rises up and decides to cause havoc.

“Isn’t there someone at home missing you?” you taunt, “While you’re wining and dining me?”

His lips pull into a thin line and for once, you actually feel bad for messing with him.

“No… and that’s not fair, ___,” he says in a small voice.

“I had to ask.”

There’s a short silence and you hope he’ll change the subject, but Izuku doesn’t let up. His body turns towards you, and his hands in steeple position, rested on his pressed slacks, he presses you for more.

“How about the guy you’re seeing?”

For a moment, you forget that you told him this. You grimace.

“There is none.”

Izuku’s face seems to nearly bloom in hope and you blush. You almost wonder why, if he actually believed you, would he be here in your apartment, but remember that men and women can be friends.

Perhaps not the two of you, you consider. But the possibility is still there.

“That doesn’t mean…” you start, but he hugs you.

“I know.”

Your heart thumps and thumps and thumps and you can feel his. Again, he’s too excited, and you’re too excited and you don’t want to fall again, so you find yourself resisting.

“... I think it’s time for you to leave,” you mutter as you peel him off you. He laughs off the words, but releases you quickly, and his smile is sad as you lead him to the door.

“You should make your flight,” you insist. He checks his phone, then looks at you.

“Yeah.”

The two of you stand in the hallway, facing each other. Izuku’s back is to the door and he looks down at you. Neither of you budge. You move past him to place your hand on the door handle, and he shifts ever so slightly to allow you. It remains in your hand. Neither of you move.

Seconds pass and your hand falls to your side.

He says your name, softly, barely higher than a whisper and you tense. Your face grows hot and then you turn, and you look at him.

His hand raises and settles on the curve of your cheek; it’s calloused and scarred, and yet to you softer than the fur of a newborn kitten.

The plane will depart in mere hours and his schedule is tight. You are just unwilling friends brought together by the nostalgia of high school and the ties of an immature, painful, selfish love.

And yet, you stand in each other’s presence.

“I don’t want to leave,” he whispers softly. His voice barely cracks, and yet you hear the vulnerability therein. Your hand slowly raises and covers his with the palm, and he waits for you to reject him, yet again, but this time, you caress the back of his hand softly, and take his free hand in your other one.

Hand in hand, you step backward as though you were dancing, and he follows suit. One step becomes two, then three, then more, until the back of your knees press against the side of your couch.

There is nowhere to retreat to.

“I don’t want you to go,” you croak out. Your words come out with a heaviness similar to an anchor sinking into the deepest depth of the ocean.

Izuku’s eyelids flutter but then his stare fixes again, focusing on you. You, who are everything he’s ever wanted, and then some. Perhaps too much. Enough that he admits,

“Tell me to stay and I will.”

It’s not a bluff this time, and you don’t need to bother with ultimatums.

You don’t think twice.

“Stay. Just for tonight.”

His arms wrap around your waist.

“Done.”

#izuku x reader #thoughts: izuku #daydreams: bnha #mimi writes: wsbwshb #mimi's notes

[ffxivtribehydrae]

Cold Catchup

”Dubus..?” the gentle voice called, just high enough for the person in question to hear.

Looking up from the merchant’s wares with a start, Dubus greeted his brother with surprise and disbelief. Out of all places, he’d never expected to see Auro’usk on the streets of Ishgard all alone, and the wide eyes told enough of his astonishment without the use of words.

 “… Are you… visiting the d-d’Aumont estate..?” Auro’usk hesitantly guessed, worried he’d make the situation more awkward than it already was, considering the other’s silence. After all, feelings had been complicated between them before the eldest simply up and left without warning. While it hadn’t been entirely unexpected, it had still stung, so the small smile Auro’usk tried to give was strained.

Dubus took a deep breath as he stepped away from the merchant’s stand; a wave of the hand encouraged the other to follow to the side of the road so their conversation would hold at least some sort of privacy, not that anyone would likely understand their words when he opted for speaking in their native tongue. “I’m here to work, not to visit,” he corrected, now that the surprise had subsided, “You’ve always known my contact here… But what have brought you here? … Are the people at the company treating you well?” The latter question came after a moment of hesitation along a narrowed gaze; Adelle’s urging words echoing in his mind.  

The sudden suspicion towards his colleagues had Auro’usk blink in surprise this time, “N-no..! Y-yes, I mean, everyth-… That has n-nothing to…” he stressed with his usual fidgeting, gaze falling to the side as he realized he’d have to tell the other the reason for his visit. He didn’t want to say anything that would upset his brother, didn’t want to share his experience with a broken heart, didn’t want to reveal who he journeyed with, didn’t want to be the bringer of the ill events that taken place at the company… So he raked his mind to try think of how to word everything without upsetting his brother, hoping he hadn’t lost too much time in his thoughts, “I… am also here for work… W-with someone from the company…”

Unfortunately, his silence had lasted for too long. Dubus’ arms had had time to cross over his chest in the wait and the vague response had raised one eyebrow in suspicion. “Who?” though he asked in a gentle tone, the demand was evident behind the pursed lips that he wished to know more.

Now it was Auro’usk’s time to sigh as he rubbed one arm guiltily, glancing at his brother with begging eyes for the other to not be angry with him, “Moe… I’m helping her with work… So we travel all over Eorzea for a little while…”

Just the name was enough to prompt Dubus to roll back his head and groan. Stressed, he tapped his foot against the cobblestone while he seemed to deal with internal thoughts. He rubbed an anxious hand over his right arm, an action the younger took extra care in noticing, wondering if the scars were still there... Not that he or Moe had anything to do with them, but Auro’usk still felt guilt over the incident. When there was no scolding, complaining, or any other verbal response, Auro’usk continued with careful words, “We’re having fun, Dubus… I can take care of myself and… we don’t intend to get into any trouble… She wouldn’t allow it,” he attempted to reassure as the other’s displeasure was rather obvious.

Defeated, Dubus slumped as arms fell to his sides. “Fine,” he sighed, reluctantly accepting the situation. “Then I can safely assume you are happy and well… and that all is as good as it can be at the company, both for you and Dusk,” it was clear in the way he spoke that he didn’t believe himself any of the words he just spoke. Why else would the Elezen woman have wanted him to seek his brothers out if everything was well with them?

The eyes that met Auro’usk’s were serious, a piercing gaze that saw straight through him, they saw he was hiding something and demanded he laid bare the truths he only wanted to dance around. Perhaps it would have been better to not approach Dubus in the first place, like he had, but that wasn’t the kind of relationship he wanted with his brother. The eldest had always tried to support him, taken care of him when in need, despite his own troubles… His thoughts slowly escalated; becoming a jumbled mess the longer the silence lingered between them. Why he didn’t want to burden the other with all that happened, how a small part of him wanted to seek comfort and advice, what could they even do to change things..?

Dubus’ eyes softened, though with worry lacing his brow as he could see the other struggled with a troubled mind. The idea that something terrible had happened that was hard for the younger to even just speak of was concerning to say the least. His arms lifted around the other’s broad shoulders, a small step forward brought them into a reassuring hug he hadn’t given in a long, long time. He allowed for silence to linger at first so the other could snap out of their thoughts before he spoke again, “Hey, let’s go somewhere else and you can tell me what happened, yeah?”

Suddenly being enveloped in a hug caught Auro’usk by surprise, putting a prompt stop to his trail of spiraling thoughts. His arms didn’t return the hug; rather they curled against his body, shrinking his form as much as he could as he welcomed the comfort he’d secretly wished for. He allowed for a deep inhale that came out a little shaky as he nodded lightly, perhaps it was for the best to just tell the tales of all that had transpired since last they met.

“I’m sorry, Dubus… It’s… been a lot happening lately…”

The words did little to reassure, but at the very least it prepared him for hearing news to cause concern.

#Story Time! #Dubus Hydrae #Auro'usk Hydrae #I'd love to get into more writing #outside of the FFXIV challenge XD #so here be lil story to follow up the latest RP snippet #was supposed to make this longer #but will see if I get that inspiration later