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partners
hobie brown x reader
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request: “Hello! Sorry if this request is really long ;-; okay so hobie and the reader are new recruits to the spider society and are partnered together at first was difficult to get along but as time goes on and they get the whole partner thing down an obvious attraction between the two, but no action was made until one difficult fight against an anomaly. While fighting pieces of a broken building had fallen on the reader, leaving them stuck while hobie went over to try and get them free but was struck by anomaly and the reader hated seeing hobie get hurt used all their strength got out from under the rubble and took care of the anomaly and realized that they could no longer stand idly by without telling hobie the truth. I'm sorry about the length and thank you if you chose to write it 🫡🙏 love your work !!”
requested by: anon​
word count: 2.7k
genre: angst(ish), fluff
Warnings: language, stab wound, broken ribs, panicked Hobie, mentions of blood, mentions of severe injuries, stitches, mentions of needles
A/N: ok so i got a little carried away with this one LMAO and NEVER apologize for a request being long! I appreciate all the requests i get no matter how short or long they are 🖤 please enjoy!
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Hobie Brown was the bane of your existence. The most attractive bane of existence that there could possibly be.
And unfortunately for you, Miguel insisted on the two of you being partners.
The reasoning was because he didn’t trust Hobie to do any of his Spider Society duties — at least not in a smart way — and you were very… meticulous. You had a way you did things and didn’t like when your way was compromised. It helped that the two of you were the same age, so Miguel’s dad side popped out and figured the two of you could influence each other.
The first time the two of you went on a mission together, that was far from the truth.
Walking back into Spider Society, you would have thought the two of you didn’t complete the mission. You did, obviously, but the two of you literally looked like your asses got beat. Because you did. “What… happened?” Miguel asks, honestly a little concerned and shocked at the state of you two. “What ‘appened is ‘at I work alone, but you insisted I work with this bloody fuckwit.”
“I TOLD YOU A PLAN AND YOU SAID ‘Yeah, sure, mate, but I’m doin’ what I want’ AND THEN ALMOST DIED YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING DUMBASS!” you yell and he rolls his eyes. “Well, ‘ave you ever considered your plan was shit, mate?”
“No! Because it wasn’t!”
“Yes! It was!”
“It was better than your fucking plan of jumping in and just winging it!”
“That’s rubbish! I—”
“Would the both of you stop?!” Miguel yells, and the two of you glare at each other before looking at him. “Hobie, listen to them next time. (Y/n), don’t be afraid to let some things be improvised.”
“Next time?” Hobie nearly screams, and Miguel nods. “The two of you are partners. You’re a team. It’s time to act like it,” Miguel says, and the two of you groan. “I don’t ‘ave to do anythin’ you say, asshole,” Hobie says to Miguel, and he frowns. “You both need to learn how to work with others.” “But we’re Spider-People! We’re supposed to work alone,” you say, and he shakes his head. “No. The two of you are partners. Learn to work together.”
From that point on, the two of you exclusively went on missions together. And you slowly started to learn how to work together. To the point where the two of you were nearly unstoppable. Miguel’s plan worked, Hobie learned some structure, and you learned to be a little more flippant in your decisions. To say he was a proud spiderdad was an understatement. He bragged about it to Peter and Jessica any chance he could get. Something he didn’t expect was the unwillingness from the two of you to then stop being partners. “You’re mental if you think ‘m not gonna keep workin’ with ‘em. Dumbass’ll die,” Hobie crosses his arms. “How to you expect him to survive if I’m not there to tell him what to do?” you roll your eyes.
Miguel was confused, but he didn’t hate the pair-up. So, he said fine and continued treating you two as a partner unit.
It was only later on that he realized why the two of you refused to stop working together. And it was thanks to Pavitr that he found out. “Miguel!” Pavitr yells, running over to him. “Yes, Pavitr?”
“How did you know?”
“How did I know what?” Miguel asks, already exasperated with the conversation. “About (Y/n) and Hobie!” Pav says, and Miguel raises an eyebrow at him. “What about them?”
“That they’re so obviously head over heels for each other! That’s why you paired them up, right?” he says excitedly, and Miguel just stares at him. “No.”
“Oh… well, forget I said anything, then. You had me worried there for a second, bro. I thought you could read people better than I could, and I couldn’t have that,” he trails off as he starts webbing away. Now that Miguel thinks about it, you and Hobie did have some sort of gravitational pull toward each other. He noticed that even when the two of you weren’t working together on a mission, you were constantly near each other. Even when the rest of the problem children weren’t around. And he never did quite see Hobie smile at anyone else the way he smiles around you. And you did tend to stare at Hobie for seemingly no reason. Damn. Guess pairing you two up was a good idea for multiple different reasons. Now he wasn’t just a proud spiderdad of the two of you, but of himself as well. “Good job, Miguel,” he nods, talking to himself.
However, while it was obvious for everyone, including the two of you, there was never anything pursued. No one could really understand why the two of you haven’t just been honest with each other, honestly. It was obvious to everyone the two of you cared more about each other than anyone else in the multiverse, but the two of you just continued saying you were merely friends and that there was no special relationship between the two of you. Which was a blatant lie, even to the two of you, but it continued to be the story told.
Until this latest mission.
The two of you were tasked with capturing an anomaly in your world. Of course, you were the only one told about it, but Hobie showed up anyways. It ended up being a Doc Ock variant, easy enough, but this specific one was tough. His arms were stronger and more technologically developed than others. Not to mention his annoying willpower to not give up. “Right, what’s the plan, then, love?” Hobie asks, and you frown. “We need to find a weak spot in his arms,” you say, and Hobie tuts. “And ‘ow are we gonna do ‘at?”
“Guess we’ll have to improvise,” you shrug, and he smiles at you. “‘ave I ever told ya I love it when it’s clear I’ve rubbed off on ya?”
“All the time, Hobie. Now, let’s go catch ourselves an octopus,” you say, and the both of you start fighting. And he was indeed harder to beat than the both of you expected. And it quickly becomes apparent to this Octavius that the two of you have feelings for each other with how often Hobie is trying to protect you, and how often you’re trying to protect Hobie. So, he figures it would be easier to take one down and distract the other long enough to take the other down. And that’s how you get thrown into the side of a building with so much force that it collapses around you.
Hobie, of course, immediately panics. He rushes over to you, frantically digging through the rubble. He sounds the most panicked you’ve ever heard him “(Y/N)? LOVE CAN YOU ‘EAR ME?!” You cough, yelling out a quick yes before trying to push as much of the rubble as he possibly can off of you. He manages to free enough of the rocks that he can see you, and you can see him. “‘m gonna get you out of there, love,” he mumbles, and you shake your head. “Deal with him first, I’ll be fi—”
“No.” Hobie doesn’t leave any room for arguments, continuing to throw rubble around to try and get you out. Unfortunately, he’s too focused on you and the worry that you might get severely injured to notice the mechanical arm about to smash into him until it’s too late. You scream his name as he gets struck, and flies into another building with a thud. He hears a sickening crack in his head and pain spreads throughout his torso. He groans, realizing his ribs just broke (again) and he can’t move for a moment.
He’s dazed, you can tell, and it just pisses you off. Doc Ock laughs, muttering something about how it was ‘too easy when it came to partners.’ You were enraged. You rarely use your full strength, in fact, nearly all the spiders try not to use their full strength for fear of what they might do to their enemies. But you’re too angry to think straight, and you just want this asshole to shut up so you can go home. You growl, beginning to lift the rubble off of you. The piece you’re lifting is a large part of the building, which is why you were trapped in the first place. Doc Ock glares at you, preparing to continue the fight. He didn’t expect you to fight back like this after the other had been struck down so violently.
You push the rubble above your head, casually holding a large piece of a building and breathing heavily. Not from overexertion, but from anger. Doc Ock extends his arms toward you, one opening to reveal a sharp dagger going directly for your heart. Before it can stab you where you would surely die, you’re able to twist your body to ensure it only goes through your shoulder. The pain is searing, but you’re too distraught to care about it. You rip the dagger out with one arm, somehow holding the building with one hand before you throw the rubble at him. He quickly brings up his arms to soften the blow, and even though they successfully make the rubble crumble around him, the kick you deliver to his face is enough to knock him back. Hard.
He looks up at you, dazed and confused about how you got to him that fast, before you deliver another blow, knocking him out cold. Your chest heaves as you raise your arm to strike him again before it’s held back by someone. Hobie captures him in one of Miguel’s specially designed prisons, and then opens a portal. He just tosses him in. He’ll show up in Spider Society one way or another. “Calm down there, sweetheart,” he says, and you turn, immediately checking over him to see how hurt he is. You can see some gashes throughout his suit, but he seems stable enough. All because he saw you get stabbed, and he’s pretending like his ribs aren’t in half. “I was just caught off guard, love, ‘m fine,” he says softly, slipping his arm behind your shoulders and slowly lowering you to the ground. “Wish I could say the same for you,” he mutters, staring at the stab wound pouring out blood. “Oh, this? This is nothing,” you grunt, the pain coming to the forefront now that the adrenaline is gone. He scoffs. “Yeah, ‘m sure,” he mumbles, unable to take his eyes off of your injuries. “Hobie… hey, my eyes are up here. Mask is on, so they’re so big you can’t miss ‘em,” you tease, and he looks up at you. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For bein’ soft in the ‘ead. Now you’re ‘urt cause a’ me,” he says quietly, and you shake your head. “You’re hurt because of me. I should have been paying closer attention to where I was going,” you mutter, and the blood loss begins to affect your head, “I kinda lost it when I thought about how your pretty face may have gotten fucked up.”
“Pretty, eh?”
“Mhm. So pretty,” you mumble, and he picks you up, carrying you with one arm and applying pressure to the wound with his other hand. You wince, and he frowns. “Sorry, love, can’t ‘ave you bleedin’ out on me after you admitted ‘m pretty,” he says. “Hold onto me best you can, yeah?” You wrap your good arm around his neck and your legs around his waist as he removes his hand from your wound and begins swinging to your place. He has one arm wrapped firmly around you to make sure you don’t fall, especially when he feels your grip loosening. “Stay with me, love,” he mumbles in your ear as he lands on your fire escape, hurrying up to your window and opening it. He steps in, carrying you, and goes straight to your bathroom. He props you up against your wall, sitting in front of you, and getting out the first aid kit all Spider-People are oh so familiar with.
You struggle to stay awake, but the stinging of the alcohol when he started cleaning your wound wakes you up and causes you to wince and whine. “I know, it ‘urts, I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says, getting the needles ready to stitch you up. The pain of being a Spider-Person never quite lets up. You clench your teeth, and he works as fast and diligently as possible to get you fixed up. The whole time you just stare at his face. He’s so concentrated and worried that you can tell he’s gnawing on the inside of his cheek. He finishes up, looking up at you. “You’re starin’, love.”
“How can I not?”
“The blood loss must really be gettin’ to ya,” he says, setting your first aid kit to the side, and giving you a small smile. You snort and shake your head. “Thanks,” you say, and he nods. “’Course, (Y/n/n).” Then you frown. “You have a cut on your forehead.”
“I’ll live,” he says, and you motion him to come closer. He gladly scoots closer to you as you apply a butterfly bandage to his forehead. He stares at you the whole time, waiting for you to finish. When you do, the two of you make eye contact. “Ya really think ‘m pretty?” he mumbles, and you nod. “Have for a while.”
“Serious?”
“Mhm,” you process just how close the two of you are in this moment and feel your face heat up. He smiles softly. “Not as pretty as you, though,” he whispers, glancing at your lips before returning his gaze to your eyes. The two of your noses brush, and he gently puts his hand on your cheek. “‘m tired of runnin’ from this,” he whispers. “Me, too,” you say, closing the gap between the two of you. He wraps his free arm around your waist, gently pulling you closer to him as you place your hands on his shoulders. The two of you stay like that for what feels like way too short. He slowly pulls away, looking at you through half-lidded eyes. He strokes your cheek with his thumb. “Reckon we should go back to Spider Society,” he mumbles, and you sigh. “I dunno… I kinda wanna stay here. With you, no one else,” you say, and he chuckles. “Oh, me too. I don’t wanna go, but Miguel will call both of us if we don’t. We go, tell ‘im we didn’t die so ‘e doesn’t bother us, come back, yeah?”
“Deal,” you mumble, and he slowly stands, wincing. You frown. “You broke a rib, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, a few. I’ll be fine, nothin’ new,” he says, holding his hand out to you and helping you up. “Are ya lightheaded?”
“A little, but I’ll survive,” you assure, and he nods, wrapping his arm around your waist anyways to steady you. You wrap yours around his waist as well, offering him some extra support as he opens a portal to Spider Society. The two of you walk (moreso limp) your way there, and Miguel looks at the two of you. “What… happened?”
“Eh. Bloke was an ass,” Hobie says. “I was worried when he came through a portal but the two of you didn’t.”
“We had to stitch ourselves up. We just stopped in to say we didn’t die,” you shrug, and Hobie nods. “Well… alright, then. You can go to the hospital here if you need to,” Miguel says, and Hobie shakes his head. “Nah. We’re just gonna go sleep it off.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re even recovering as partners now?” Miguel asks, and the two of you look at each other. “We do everything as partners now,” you say, and Hobie smiles. “You mean…?” Miguel realizes the two of you have finally come to terms with your feelings. And finally told each other. “Yeah. We’re partners. In every sense of the word,” you grin, and Hobie nods. “Guess I should thank ya, Miguel. Don’t get used to it,” Hobie says as you pull up the portal to your world. Miguel watches the two of you disappear into it.
Hobie Brown was the bane of your existence. The most attractive bane of existence that there could possibly be.
And fortunately for you, Miguel insisted on the two of you being partners.
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I got bored so I'm rambling through all of my Bungou Stray Dogs AU's.
Some of them have cute lil names, others are just descriptions.
Bsd except Chuuya doesn't join the Port Mafia.
The Sheep never betray Chuuya. In fact they are basically one big dysfunctional and loving family.
Chuuya still goes on the search for Arahabaki and meets Dazai. But the Sheep trust him, their wary of Dazai but not Chuuya.
As time goes on, the Sheep warm up to Dazai and basically adopt him like a stray cat. Chuuya and Dazai get together, the Sheep tease them relentlessly for it.
Just a silly lil AU on their antics and Soukoko being Soukoko even though Chuuya remains King of the Sheep.
Agency informant Izaya
Izaya Orihara from Durarara in the world of Bungou Stray Dogs. However this Izaya is quite different, essentially everything in Durarara still happened.
The final fight with Shizuo and the brutal humbling reminder that Izaya was still very much human.
This is an Izaya who has changed, who tries every day to be a better person than who he was.
He came to Yokohama because he was curious if the famous Demon Prodigy was in fact a Demon. And ended up with a whole new life.
He learned to let people in, he learned how to love people. And became the human Shinra always said he could be.
No one from Durarara shows up because Izaya has erased all evidence of him online. He has left Ikebukuro behind and will never return.
Izaya is like Katai in the way he's not technically a member of the Agency but he's still with the Agency. The Agency adore him, Dazai is basically his little brother at this point.
Sometimes Izaya wonders if he deserves this, but he's thankful anyway.
Izaya's firecely protective over them all, and helps out when shit goes down. Usually from behind the scenes.
He has an ability, Sunsets Last Applause, that functions like Ango's except it works through looking at people rather than touching objects.
An AU that takes place across different moments and arcs in canon, either about Izaya or he's in someway involved.
Bsd except Akutugawa and Dazai have a good sibling relationship
Basically that.
Dazai finds Akutugawa and recruits him into the Port Mafia. What Dazai didn't expect was for Mori to put him in charge of Akutugawa.
Dazai freaks out, because he's in no way equipped to raise a child (child in question is 2 years younger than him.)
The reason Dazai freaks out is because he wants to do right by Akutugawa. He saw a scared kid and wanted to help him, but he doesn't know what to do.
Oda is there to give him advice and reassure him that he'll be fine. That Akutugawa will have to learn to stand on his own two feet in this organisation.
You need to guide him, be a helping hand. Dazai doesn't abuse Akutugawa in this, at all.
In the Port Mafia, Akutugawa is basically Dazai's shadow. He's silent, he's never far from him and almost treated like the furniture, a bodyguard.
For his own protection, no one can know their true relationship especially Mori.
Outside of the Port Mafia Akutugawa is Dazai's silly, bitchy little brother and Dazai is his dramatic, dumbass older brother. Their idiots and they love each other.
Silly lil AU that's basically Dazai and Akutugawa's antics, along with Gin. And Oda keeping an eye on them with Ango.
Moonlit Butterfly
When Atsushi's ability manifested, the Orphanage called the Special Division of Unusual Powers to take him away.
They were fascinated by his ability, see they wanted to start the Hunting Dogs programme. But they didn't have proof a human could survive the procedures.
Hence, where Atsushi came in as their lab rat.
However at some point, Fukuchi learned of him and said such a strong ability couldn't just be wasted like this.
So along side being a lab rat, now Atsushi was being trained by Fukuchi. And let's just say Fukuchi was not a kind instructor. No one treated Atsushi like he was human.
The great war came and Atsushi, now 10 years old was deployed as a soilder. Which is where he met the other kid in his regiment, 11 year old Yosano Akiko.
Yosano had been working at a sweets shop just last week, but was persuaded by Doctor Mori to join the war effort. He told her she could save lives with her ability, and she wanted too.
Neither really knew what they'd signed up for, though it wasn't like either had a choice.
Yosano is the first person to show Atsushi kindness, the first to treat him like a human. Both of them have a sibling relationship and everyone else in the regiment keeps their distance.
They love Yosano one moment and than hate the next as their angel of death. And Atsushi is deemed a demon simply for existing.
Well, not everyone thinks that. The only person outside of the duo who are kind to them is Shunzen Tachihara.
He's an older sibling to them. Yosano and Atsushi remind him of his little brother and Shunzen's always there to let them have those little pockets of ease and joy during the war.
(Entire regiment: that's an angel/Demon
Shunzen Tachihara: Those are children, leave them alone!)
AU is basically the embodiment of the universe bought them together, ripped them apart and somewhere along the way they found each other again.
Because Shunzen... Meets his canon fate, Yosano and Atsushi are seperated after the war. Yosano to the psychiatric hospital, Atsushi back to the lab.
But with the efforts of one Genuis Detective they are bought back together again.
And if I can figure out a plot, this one might become an actual fic. Mostly centers on them in the war but does include afterwards.
The Wary Weretiger
The Orphanage never let Atsushi forget who he was. Atsushi remembers killing Shibusawa and was told about why he came.
Shibusawa wanted the tiger, most people want the tiger. Atsushi doesn't really know why, just that it's unique the tiger and because of the power it holds.
The Headmaster really told Atsushi almost everything. The man was many things but a liar wasn't one of them.
He taught Atsushi that the only one you can trust is yourself and Atsushi took that seriously. The only being Atsushi trusts other than himself is the tiger.
The tiger and Atsushi are close, they are the only one each other have. Because of that Atsushi has better control but not completely.
Atsushi doesn't trust anyone else. Every adult in his life has let him down, has tortured and abuse him.
He runs away from the Orphanage and lives on the streets.
He knows the Guild are after him, he's met Fitzgerald and knows about Fyodor. Atsushi has even met Doctor Mori, who was an old friend of the Headmaster and curious about his ability.
So when Atsushi gets asked to join the Agency, he refuses. Because he believes they just want his ability. They did start the whole thing by searching for the tiger, so... Fair assumption.
And while, true the fact the rampaging tiger is actually a homeless teenager definitely shifts everyone's priorities.
They work to build up trust with Atsushi, wanting to show they truly want to help him.
But Atsushi doesn't want their help, he's gotten this far on his own. He's been hunted his whole life, known pain as a constant companion.
He doesn't know what to do in the face of genuine kindness.
Unfortunately the threat will continue to grow and Atsushi will end up having to ally with the tiger.
He's smart, cold and has a short temper. But underneath it all he's just a kid that wants a home.
The Agency swear they'll give him one, one day.
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lovesyarnandnancydrew · 2 months
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Haikyuu!! Season 1 commentary
First of all, I was once again prover right, you cannot trust people's reviews without taking a look for yourself. I saw somebody complaining about how cringe this anime is, without any ounce of chemistry between the characters, and it's so far from the truth that I'm wondering whether we watched the same thing. This thing is hilarious beyond belief, and I couldn't stop smiling the entire time. Is it sometimes dumb and overly dramatic? Yes, as it should be because we're dealing with teenage boys, why do you expect them to be mature and collected? I don't know what else to say to you. They are lovable dumbasses and I cannot help but grow attached to them.
I know it's an anime about sports, and I was fully prepared to skip some game sequences out of boredom, but no, watching them playing on the court gives me an unexpected adrenaline rush, and I love it. I cannot even crochet normally, because I'm nervously waiting for the game's outcome.
Sugawara is my favorite sweet bean, and I cried my eyes out because of his (and partially Kageyama's) speech during their game against Aoba Johsai.
Hinata and Kageyama. This duo gives me a headache in the best way possible. They are so intense when they're together, that I can easily see why people would want to ship them. Their improvement from "I cannot stand this guy" to "I can sense his aura, I trust him the most" is the type of character development I like to see. They complement each other nicely, fitting "the opposites attract" trope like it was made for them. Tall, grumpy, and emotionally constipated Kageyama with short, enthusiastic, and bright Hinata. I love how they always compete even though they're part of the same team, pushing one another to be better. They still have common ground with their shared passion for volleyball, which is important in situations like this when two characters seem too different to get along.
I also adore how supportive Karasuno team members are. Every mistake is a part of learning, and it's fascinating to witness how Kageyama starts trusting those guys more and more with every episode. Once those boys learned how to play in unison as a well-oiled machine, nobody would defeat them.
Overall, I'm pleasantly surprised by this anime, and cannot wait to watch more.
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bonesandthebees · 4 months
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*Shows up with home made thee idk_how_many days late* So how about the Glass final. I have zero time to analyse (God forbid a girl has enough time to do all her hobbies), so bulletpoints and screaming it is. Things I loved about the final chapter in no particular order:
NIKI!!! The consequences of her actions! She cares so much about Wilbur but she still picked Jack (just like Wilbur picked Tommy). Their friendship was build on a wooden foundation and she knocked a wreaking ball straight through it.
Wilbur just fucking Shoving Tommy behind him when Niki took a step closer. He doesn’t trust you with his younger brother. THE PROTECTIVENESS. AAAAAHHHHHHH.
Jack thinking he’s seeing ghosts. How’s that conscious feeling? Badly, I suppose. He’s gotta be very guilty and he’s not relieved that Tommy survived per se, but he’s not mad about it either. They are even now (as even as they can be because Tommy did in fact die, but Jack will never know that). Jack can let go of his anger and Tommy is getting the fuck out of there. They can move on with their lives.
Oh and Tommy just not telling Phil and Techno (or anyone) about dying, about Kristin not being there. Part of it is not wanting it to get explained away because he doesn’t want his feelings (his anger) to be invalidated by a “I’m sure she had a reason” he wants to be upset. The other part is wanting to keep that a little secret between him and Wilbur. And the last part of it is not really wanting to address it especially after knowing they will leave (though he’d already lied about that before learning he could leave).
Similarly, Wilbur not wanting to tell Techno and Phil about killing Schlatt because he doesn’t want them to know that side of him, even if they wouldn’t mind. Wilbur wanting to keep that side for just him and Tommy. Brothers and their secrets, they are making me ILL! Oh and the lie still being so obvious! The silence is so loud, there’s a reason Wilbur knows, but he’s not elaborating and Phil and Techno know a thing or two about trauma so they don’t push (a lot).
Wilbur fleeing the county! This dumbass assuming Tommy WOULDN’T be coming along with him. Like you brought him back from the dead! And even without knowing that Phil and Techno still fucking knew Tommy would not leave Wilbur’s side! Everyone knew!
TOMMY DYEING HIS HAIR THE SAME SHADE OF BROWN AS WILBUR’S!
The goggles Sam made!
WILBUR WAVING NIKI GOODBYE WITH HIS LEFT HAND, CLEARLY SHOWING THE TWO FINGERS HE LOST BECAUSE OF HER!
Also, I was wrong, it wasn’t his entire hand, but I would have been very surprised if he had made it through this entire story without getting a prosthetic. All the tenants need to end up broken. He already got the tatttoo, but prosthetics weren’t allowed either. And now he matches with his brother.
SAME LAST NAME ON THE FAKE PAPERS BABY!!! YOUR HONNER, THEY ARE BROTHERS!!!
Tubbo learning Wilbur’s name and messing it up so fast. Poor boy, Tommy might have been ready to jump him. He’s going to have to get used to to hearing other people call him by his name. He’s no longer the only one who knows. He’s going to have to share that information.
CHARLIE FINNALY GETS HIS TEETH.
Tommy from downstairs’ friend, a nickname which Wilbur has been given when meeting Charlie for the first time (so first or second chapter) finally being replaced with his actual name.
TNTDUO!!! THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM!!! THEY ARE DIGGING THEIR NAILS INTO EACH OFHER’S HANDS AGAIN!!!! WILBUR ISN’T EMPTY!!!!!!
The family owned drug cartel and Quackity possibly coming to hang out and cause crime too. CRIMEBOYS!!!
And of course right when I was starting to chill we get the touch of Kristin. I hope the goddess are up their rooting for their two favourite boys. I hope they wish them happiness. I hope they leave them the fuck alone!!!
I think that’s everything. It’s been a while since I’ve read the chapter so I’m just rambling off the top of my head. As you can tell, Glass has joined Stars, it’s living up there rant free. I can’t wait to dig my teeth into Rose because there’s lines in there I want to tear to shreds. THE IMPLICATIONS, BEE! THEY ARE KILLING ME! Alas, I have no time because I’m dying, but when I get a free night, I will be going ham.
Anyway, hope you have a good day/night. I’m passing the fuck out.
-🌲
girls never have enough time in the day to do all their hobbies we suffer more than jesus...
anyway I'm finally getting around to responding to some of the glass finale asks so here we go LMAO
YEAHHH niki having to face the consequences of her actions!! sorry girl you did try to kill his bestie/adoptive little brother. she and wilbur both tried so hard to keep their friendship intact but they were always going to choose Their People over each other. so of course wilbur is protective over tommy as a result. big brother wilbur activated.
yes now jack and tommy are properly even. tommy tried to kill jack and failed, and jack tried to kill tommy and failed. they can finally move on, although before jack saw tommy alive he was definitely feeling a bit guilty about the whole thing. also the ghosts bit was just too funny not to pass up
phil always has an explanation and that's not a bad thing per se but tommy is upset!! he wants to be upset and he has every right to be, but he knows if he tells phil then phil will explain it away and tommy will feel guilty for being upset at kristin. he's gone through a lot and he's dealing with his own religious crisis now so he just wants to take things at his own pace.
god I love wilbur and tommy each keeping something only for the other to know. only tommy knows the side of wilbur the pushed schlatt further down on that metal beam. only wilbur knows the tommy that cried when he realized kristin didn't come for him after death. but yeah wilbur's silence is also very obvious, even he's aware of it, phil and techno definitely have a pretty good idea of what happened at least with schlatt
yeah duh of course he was gonna come with him wilbur you dumbass
I was thinking realistically okay they definitely need to dye their hair and I was like ok, well, why not have a self indulgent brothers moment and make tommy dye his hair brown lol
originally I wasn't planning on wilbur getting any prosthetics, but as we neared the final arc I realized that it definitely wouldn't feel complete without it happening so I figured I could just engineer the finale to include a scene of his hand getting fucked with. I think I decided he'd be getting some kind of prosthetic right around the time I was writing the chapter where he first saw niki's design for the tattoo. but yup, all the tenets were broken. he's not the vessel, he's just wilbur.
also wilbur waving at niki with his prosthetic was something I decided in the moment of writing that scene and I'm so glad I did
SAME LAST NAME YEAHHHH THEY'RE BROTHERS
tubbo tried ok
it was so funny i had actually only planned for that scene to be quackity saying goodbye to the boys but then while I was writing it I was like wait. fuck. charlie exists. so I had to throw him in real fast and then I was like WAIT TOMMY CAN GIVE HIM TEETH AND HE CAN BE TOLD TO USE WILBUR'S NAME. love charlie he's so weird
tntduo has SO much wrong with them I adore them. wilbur isn't empty and both of them can see it.
wherever the goddesses are, whatever they think of wilbur and tommy it doesn't matter because wilbur is living for himself now.
thank you spruce I'm so glad you enjoyed, as always I love hearing your commentary on all my fics and glass was no exception. ty for giving me so much motivation to keep going :)
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curedeity · 9 months
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this is a stick up!! give me your top 5 beyblade platonic relationships!!!
IT IS TIME IT IS TIME
1. Madoka and Gingka
This has to be first like im sorry but have you seen their qpr energy? They are literally the modt solid and consistent dynamic of the show, and while underutilized, theyre just genuinely sweet. I love how their relationship continues with them frustrating or annoying each other sometimes, like how youd imagine from a roommate youre comfortable with, but having that same genuine trust and care. Theyre a powerful team that just gets each other normally, and helps each other do a bit more, a bit better.
I genuinely love that theyre just so comfortable around each other with no romantic teasing. Gingka just gets to casually sleep on her couch and stuff.
And from a fanon perspective it gives me a lot to do. Both these characters end up being flat at my points through the show, and digging into their dynamic is one of my easiest ways to add depth to them.
I love having Madoka and Gingka turn to each other to manage the whirlwind of their team in masters. Traveling this far is something new for Madoka, and she clashes with the team a fair bit. Gingka, on the other, struggles to actually work as a team and could use Madoka there to remind him.
I love fury aus of these two, or roleswap aus, i think their dynamic in general has a lot to play with when them working together is placed at the forefront
To mention i love writing my post fury interpretation of the characters where, after being together for so long, they now live separately and have to learn how to manage that.
Basically, i think there are a lot of stages of their dynamic to explore if i dig into it. And theyre just genuinely solid.
2. Gingka, Hikaru, and Ryo
This is the only dynamic that could challenge for top spot and absolutely none of you are surprised to see it. I love this dumbass family dynamic, and it is genuinely sweet to me how Hikaru, even in canon, just gets welcomed in so easily and naturally.
I also think theres a lot to explore from each perspective (if you cant tell from my fanfic archive). Hikarus emotions about her mom and getting a new family, both her reticience and eagerness. Her different interactions with both Ryo and Gingka, because at least canonically its clear to see shes closer to Ryo, so discussing how that affects her rivalry and friendship with gingka is interesting.
And Gingka, post fusion, just got his dad back in a tumulteous way, so exploring that dynamic is interesting. Along with how his perspective on Hikaru would change as Ryo basically adopts her while hes traveling.
And Ryos perspective on these two? Phenomenal. The guilt over not being there for Gingka, the way he helps Hikaru and tries to grow close to her?
All three parts of this dynamic are very strong and unique with interesting aspects to explore, and ultimately just a strong family dynamic where they all really care for each other.
3. Yuki and Madoka
I care about these two being a qpr wayyyyyy too much for canon but like. Im correct and i should say it.
While Madoka and Gingka are interesting for how their priorities wildly differ but how they form a team anyway, Yuki and Madoka have this instant understanding of each other and agreement of whats important.
Not to mention how isolated Yuki is, and how a lot of his arc (or the semblance of one they gave him) is about him opening up to others and becoming more confident, i think him forming a bond with Madoka really works with that. He really deserves someone who understands him, and Madoka deserves someone with common sense.
It also leads to interesting post fury interactions. Madoka and Yuki, as much as they would be friends from fury, probably werent super close, and madoka just opened her house up to yuki as she does to everyone. But then they really have to get to know each other, because no way is Yuki going back to that observatory. Madoka has to learn how to coexist like this with a person who isnt Gingka, like, just a reminder of how different people are. And Yuki has to really come to trust Madoka, to not just be getting along because the world is ending, but to truly accept his place there.
Theyre just lovely. I love them
4. Yu and Tsubasa
Im not gonna write much about them here. Theyre just good. Look at canon, theyre perfect. I didnt want to put them here cause their so obvious. But itd also be a lie to not put them here.
5. Hikaru, Tsubasa, Kyoya and Ryuga
Putting these all together even though i ship tsubasa and kyoya, but in this case i have a separate platonic dimension for these interactions that center around Hikaru. This sort of dynamic is really one that emphasizes how what happened at the end of fusion affected each one, and how they all have different reactions to it and how to deal with it.
Choosing this sort of dynamic lets me use them to foil each other as a group, and gives unique individual interactions. Idk if i wanna detail them all, bc i have fics doing so, but ill take a second to justify Ryuga and Hikaru.
I think Hikaru is the only person who could really challenge Ryuga in how he hurt her (and maybe hyoma). Her life really, really changed from what he did, in a way that sets her apart from the rest in a way that would take ryuga out of his comfort zone the most.
Hiakru, similarly, is the only one of the trio that cant really deal with ryuga, and i like hurting her. Having to interact with him would force her to confront things she might not want to confront.
Tsubasa and Kyoya with Ryuga is just them bitching off at one another.
Honorable mentions!
Gan Gan Galaxy: they didnt get on here bc i highlighted two individual dynamics from this team, but id like to point out as a whole unit their dynamic is very strong. They really carry masters, each having a unique feel in the group and causing so much chaos. They really managed to make a great group with these characters, and im still immensely attached to all of them
Team Wang Hu Zhong: Theyre just perfect. I love the way their all supportive of each other, even if they snipe at each other sometimes. Just strong, nice characters.
Lera and Nowaguma: I like these two cause they remind me of me and my brother. Not that my brother is shy like Nowaguma but he doesnt talk a lot. And i talk A Lot. And am Very Loud. Its a good dynamic, i love it.
Team Starbreaker: Oh these guys are so fucked up. Theyre so fucked up together. Most would kill each other for a cornchip. I love them. Its especially fun to write their team interactions as a focus and try to figure out the ways they foil each other, when they were normally used for foiling specific gan gan galaxy or other cast members.
Maru, Ren and Zyro: all headcanon baby! I genuinely like the sort of sibling relationship most of the cast forms with Maru. I think we see it with Zyro the most, but i also think Ren would quickly ingratiate herself in the dynamic to be one of Marus women role models. I think Zyro and Ren have a strained relationship from how Ren is treated, but the way she learns his moves and challenges him is interesting, and I really wanna see him respect her similarly. I think theyd get along well and have similar chaotic energies.
Hyoma and Ryo: fucked up disappointed mentorship. What can i say? Hyoma has Issues and Ryo is a dumbass.
Lastly, Hikaru and Teru. I think they should be besties
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cinnamon-bunni · 2 years
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Title: Home Pairing: Gen (Damien & Miranda) Word count: 1.7k Warnings: Major Character Death
Read it on Ao3!
My first Monster Prom fic! Sorry it had to be an angsty one tho ^^;;;; promise my future fics will all be much fluffier and much more comedic lol ;;; Also this fic is based on the event in Monster Camp where we got to see different timelines/alternate universes! I got intrigued by the one where Hell and the Merkingdom fell into war, and thus this fic was born :) (Also also I wouldn't mind writing a second chapter for this, if y'all are interested. Writing a part with Lucien's POV and then a funeral scene would be very fun to do)
Anyways, sorry for all the angst and death! I hope you can still enjoy the fic <333
“Come now Damien, your home isn’t much further.” Miranda was talking to him. How long had she been talking? “We’re only…one away from the Eighth Circle! We’ll be there soon, I promise.” She was carrying him, which was something Damien never thought he would say. His arm over her shoulder while she tried her best to help him walk. Where were her serfs? This definitely seemed like a job she would make her servants do, but here she was, doing a peasant's job herself. Damien would be proud of her if he wasn’t trying to focus on not bleeding out.
He vaguely remembered something about putting pressure on a wound to make it stop bleeding, or at least maybe make it stop bleeding as much, because it certainly wasn’t stopping. He learned it from movies, he thinks, many different ones blurring together, all with the main character or something pressing a hand against their wound while they groaned in pain, and Damien always trusted movies in what to do in emergencies. They haven’t failed him yet, but now he can’t help but wonder if there was something better to do, but it wasn’t like there was anything else he could do, or even Miranda could do.
Miranda didn’t deserve this. She was trying her best in a situation that she had no idea of what to do–hell, Damien didn’t know what to do, but the two had to keep pushing because Damien LaVey was a fucking quitter, and no way was Miranda Vanderbilt one either. They both had to keep going for each other.
“Once we get there,” Miranda continued, “then your servants can take care of you from there.” Damien was able to register faintly how her steps stumbled and slowed, and he had feeling it was because his own were doing the same. The young princess hadn’t ever had to carry a single thing in her life and now she was practically half-dragging Damien along, and he couldn’t imagine what was going through her mind. He could barely register what was going through his.
The burning that he tried to ignore was getting worse. Holy water did that to a person though, it ate away a demon’s flesh in strong enough doses, and the fish hook, one that was overly large and connected to a chain and used like some sort of flail, definitely was blessed and dipped in a good amount of holy water, because the second it had pierced his side, all he could feel was that burning sensation. Even after it was ripped out of his side, all he could feel was the liquid burning and eating away at him.
God fucking dammit, Damien just wanted to be home. Not in some warzone with Princess Miranda, who was trying her best to keep him alive and to keep him going. He craved nothing but to wrap himself in a blanket, eat some red savina peppers by the handful while rewatching his favorite episodes from Boo Paul’s Drag Race, and bothering his friends by texting them just to fuck with and annoy them. He wanted to be in any other situation other than this one, one where there wasn’t a stupid and dumb war raging on, where the Merkingdom wasn’t winning said stupid and dumb war, where he wasn’t dying out because of the fucking stupid and dumbass war. 
He heard Miranda let out a squeak. He didn’t realize why until he noticed that he was suspiciously close to the ground. She was grabbing him by his arm, trying her best to pull him back up. And God did he want to, he wanted to get back up, because he was Damien fucking LaVey, and he wasn’t going to die pathetically in some abandoned wasteland while he bled out, he was going to die a glorious, fiery death, one where he got the last laugh and was victorious in the end, even if he did end up dying. He refused to die in this shithole, not like this, because refused for that to be the case. He was going to live, goddammit.
…So why weren’t his legs listening to him? Why wasn’t his body listening to him, because he was sure as fuck that he was using every fiber of his being to push himself back up and keep walking. But his body ached, he was tired, and he wanted to scream until his throat was bloody just so he could feel something other than his fucking gouged out side, but goddammit he was just tired. 
“Miri…” Instead of a scream, it was a low whisper. Miranda’s nails dug into his skin as she tightened her grip into his arm.
“Come on Damien,” she said, doing that little cute thing where she would puff out her cheeks when she was angry or upset, “this isn’t a place fit for someone of your status to die. You deserve to die either in battle protecting your kingdom, or after you led a glorious era of prosperity and bloodshed.” She pulled harder on his arm. “So get up already!”
Damien gave a chuckle, only to wince at the horrible pain that shot through. He slipped his arm out of Miranda’s grasp to use both hands to press against the wound, which didn’t help much with the pain but he really didn’t know what else to do. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to focus on anything but the pain and nothing but the pain. A mix of warm liquid soaking his clothes and slipping through his fingers and the ringing in his ears made him unable to focus on a single thing. He could feel his eyes prickle as tears formed, because holy shit. He was really going to die here, wasn’t he? Like, actually die. Like, die and never come back. Like, never get to see his dads or friends again. Die, as in actual fucking death.
The blood stained hand was taken away from his wound, and the feeling of Miranda’s hand holding his own in an iron-clad grip made him feel a bit more grounded. He needed to keep going for her, because no one else was going to. He just needed to get the fuck back up and keep walking, for her sake.
“-Okay? Can you do that for me, Dami?” Fuck, Miranda was speaking to him. Her mouth was still moving, but he couldn’t hear a single thing, not with the blood pumping in his ears. Her face was laced with concern, but he just felt so distant from her that he couldn’t really register what she was saying or what she was trying to do. The squeeze of his hand grounded him a bit though, which was nice, Damien appreciated that, Miri’s hand holding his and reminding her how she was with him, how he at least still had her, and how she was going to stay with him until his final breath.
And she’s gone. What? What the fuck? No no no no, come back, she couldn’t leave, why was she leaving, no fuck please come back-
Damien’s empty hand went back to his wound. Eyes squeezed shut as he felt warm tears land on his knees. Her voice couldn’t be heard, not like he could really focus on anything anyway. But he liked how it sounded, even if it was hard to hear over the loud thump thump of blood and dead whitenoise that filled his ears. But now there was nothing, and fucking dammit he was going to die alone, wasn’t he? He didn’t want to–he still had so much to do–he couldn’t die, not now, not alone–he just, just–
He wanted to be home again. He wanted to be eating dinner with his dads, who would ask him how his day was and listen to whatever he had to say. He wanted Blue Dad’s bear hugs, even if they were embarrassing, they were warm, just completely enveloped him in what felt like real fucking love, and then Red Dad’s chuckles at whatever Damien had said and his affectionate ruffles of his hair. Damien wanted those back so badly why couldn’t he just have those back?
He couldn’t be alone; that thought kept running through his head, over and over and over and over again as he squeezed at his side even harder. He wanted to be home, with his friends. Where he could laugh alongside Scott, rob banks and party with Vera and Polly, poke fun at Liam for being a dork, totally win at video games against Vicky, Amira, Oz, and Brian, and just chill with Zoe and Calculester. He wanted to see Miranda smile again, like how she used to when everything was fine and they were happy. How she brightened over dumb art things that Damien didn’t understand nor cared about, how she gave an adorable laugh when something amused her and that beautiful glint in her eye that she got when she plotted the best way to execute her rivals. He wanted those back, to just be back with them again.
He just wanted to be home. 
Home was where his friends were. Where they all were, all joking and laughing away. Home was where his dads were, where his makeup supplies were because he was going to pursue a life of cosmetics and his dads were going to be so proud of him. Home was where Miranda was, back when things were fine and they were happy and they plot assassinations of people who got in their way together. He wanted to go back to the way things were–he just wanted to go back so fucking badly.
But here Damien LaVey was, the Prince of Hell, reduced to sobbing like a child and clutching his side so hard his nails dug into the skin but nothing could compare to that sizzling, burning, flesh-eating feeling that racked through his whole body. Fearful of death, even though he laughed at its face plenty of times in the past. Alone. Pathetically panicking over the idea of dying, of being alone in his last moments. He was stronger than this, at least he thought he was, but now it was clear that that wasn’t true, because now he was diminished to a mess of blood and tears.
He used every bit of strength he had left to wait for a sign. To wait for Miranda to come back. Because even though she left, left when she said she wouldn’t, she would surely come back. She had to, she wasn’t abandoning him. She was coming back, he just had to wait a little longer.
Miranda never even came back before he lost consciousness.
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wired-heartbeats · 3 years
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Charles: “I need your help, I have to do something illegal and waaaay out of my comfort zone to help a fr-“
Cat: “I’m in.”
Charles: “-iend. I didn’t even tell you what it is yet???”
Cat, grabbing his shoulders: “You said my two favorite phrases, I’M. IN. Whatdaya need me to do pretty boy?”
Charles:
Charles: “I’m gonna be honest I didn’t think I’d get this far.”
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kinanabinks · 3 years
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His Koala Bear 🐨 Dark!Steve x Reader
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this is my first ever time writing a steve rogers x reader imagine. the idea came to me late at night. this was driven by my need to be manhandled by captain america
non-avengers au
Summary: You and Steve have been best friends for as long as you can remember. He can’t help but let his dark fantasies seep into reality.
WARNING: MATURE + DARK, 18+, fem!reader, DARK!STEVE, steve is lowkey (or maybe highkey) manipulative, takes advantage of innocent!reader, kinda dub!con, dry humping
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The knock on your door at midnight should scare you.
When you moved to New York, your mother warned you to lock your door at night and not to open it for anyone. "Under no circumstances are you to answer a knock after 8pm," she repeated at least a hundred times while you loaded your things into the moving truck. "There is just no need for anyone to be visiting you at such ungodly hours."
"I'll be fine," You replied, sick of her incessant concern. "Steve and Sharon live not a stone's throw away from my apartment, and crime in the city has been declining at a steady rate for the last four years."
She narrowed her eyes at you. "I know you made that statistic up, and I know you think I'm too much of dumbass to find out if it's true, but I'll let it slide this time."
"Come on, ma, aren't you excited for me?" You asked her with a grin.
Rolling her eyes, she sighed with defeat. "Of course I am. I'm just sad to see my daughter all grown up."
That was two years ago. Now, you're a fully fledged New Yorker, or at least you think yourself to be. Life is good. You have a great job with a promising career ahead of you, you're dating someone who's handsome and sweet to you, and you see Steve at least every other day, just like you're kids again.
When he moved to New York almost a decade ago, it was heartbreaking. After growing up together, you couldn't imagine life without Steve, but you managed to make it work. Video calls and regular reunions every two months kept your spark of friendship alive, and the distance did nothing to stop you from being best friends.
The job opportunity wasn't expected, but it was thoroughly embraced. Steve caught the red-eye right to your home town the second he found out, wanting to make sure you were going to accept the offer and move to the city. He helped you convince your mother that you'd be safe under his watchful eye, and she was quick to believe him since she practically had a hand in raising him.
You adjusted almost immediately, and Steve made sure of it. He told you the best places to eat, the places with the prettiest views to go on runs (though he refused to let you go without him), and he introduced you to his friends. Sharon, his wife, doesn't always see eye-to-eye with you, but she's polite enough. You can tell that she isn't thrilled when he takes you out to dinner, or sleeps over at your place after nights out, but Steve is more than skilled enough to sweet-talk her into trusting the fact that your relationship is nothing more than platonic.
Anyway, back to the knock.
Yes, it's midnight and yes, you live alone, but you already know who's on the other side of the door before you even open it. When you swing it open, Steve narrows his eyes. "How many times have I told you to keep the chain on the door until you know for sure who it is?"
You sigh, leaning against the doorframe. "How many times have I told you that you're the only one who visits me so late at night?"
He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. You can tell by the slight redness in his scleras and the way he looks like a broken-hearted, exhausted little puppy that he's unhappy.
"Fight with Sharon again?" You ask, to which he nods.
"Yup," He confirms, making your chest ache.
You open your arms wide and he immediately accepts your hug, wrapping his thick arms tightly around you. Your feet lift off the ground as he walks further into your apartment, and you wrap your legs around his torso before you fall down. He kicks the door shut before trudging to your kitchen and placing you on the counter, standing between your legs.
Looking forlorn, his eyes are on the ground and you cup his cheek with a pout. "Steve, people argue. It's normal."
He meets your gaze, his blue eyes filled with melancholy. "We never argue."
You let out a soft laugh, "Because we've been best friends since we were five. How could we ever disagree about something when we based everything we know and think on each other?"
He hums, before raising his eyebrows. His voice is low, and defeated. "Is it alright if I sleep over tonight?"
"Of course you can," You say softly, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.
"I'll just take the couch," He mumbles, his eyes downcast.
Steve Rogers is a bastard. That's what he thinks of himself, anyway. He knows exactly how to make you feel sorry for him, and exactly how to get you where he wants you. He knows he's wrong for it, but it doesn't stop him from exploiting your innocence.
He moved to New York out of guilt. His sexual attraction to you was growing too strong, and he was afraid he'd ruin things if he was to act on it. He knew he needed to create distance between you, learn to stifle his feelings and then, once he was sure he could trust himself around you, he could move back home. But New York had a way of hosting all the things Steve loved, not to mention the progress he had made in his business career. No, he couldn't move back.
He needed to bring you to him.
It was fine; he could trust himself now. He was married to another woman, for crying out loud, and he hadn't had any untoward thoughts about you in a long time. Not while he was sober, anyway.
So he pulled a few strings, called in a few favors, and managed to orchestrate an irresistible offer for your dream job, minutes away from where he worked. This way, he'd have you back in his life, where you belonged.
He thought he was better. He thought he truly loved Sharon, and that he was over his unhealthy obsession with you. But then you moved to New York, and he once again became possessed by the thought of you. Steve just couldn't stay away from you, but you were none the wiser to his feelings for you. It was Steve; he had always been touchy-feely and open with his emotions, and maybe a little overly flirtatious- it was Steve. That's just how he had always been.
"Steven, how many times have we shared a bed?" You ask with a raised eyebrow, before adamantly adding, "You're not spending the night on my leather couch."
Giving you a soft smile of appreciation, he picks you up again before taking you to your bedroom.
"I have legs, you know," You tell him with a laugh.
He shrugs, "I like carrying you."
God, you're so hot. Steve can't believe he stayed away from you for so long, but he's so glad you're back. For the past two years, he's been making you fall in love with New York, to make sure you're never tempted to go back home. If he were to lose you again, he isn't sure he'd survive.
While you change into a silk tank top and matching shorts in the en suite, Steve pulls off his shirt and joggers, leaving him in just his boxers. You aren't surprised by his half-naked body when you re-enter the bedroom, having seen it countless times before.
He's lying in the middle of the bed, and when you kneel onto it he quickly pulls you on top of him so you're straddling his waist. You're too focused on scanning your chipped nails to see the way he looks you up and down with sheer lust, and the way he has to do his best not to squeeze his hands any tighter on your hips.
You look down at him with a sweet smile and rest your hands on his hard chest, hoping he feels better about his argument with Sharon soon. You hate seeing him upset, but it seems that him and Sharon have been fighting a lot recently.
"Can I have a hug?" He asks with a small voice, making your heart swell.
"Of course, Stevie," You sing, before leaning forward and resting your chest against his. One of his hands rubs your back, his fingers slipping under your loose tank and stroking your skin. His other hand rests on your hip, dangerously close to cupping your ass- but you don't sense anything untoward about his touch. It's only Steve, after all.
"I love you so much, sweetheart," He mumbles into your ear.
"I love you too, Steve," You reply, pulling your head back so you can meet his eyes.
He places a long, soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, his hands slowly rubbing your body. "I don't think I'll ever be happy seeing you with another man, because I know none of them would ever be good enough for you. You perfect little thing."
You giggle at his compliment, and the sound goes straight to his cock. "Is that why you hate Alex so much?"
Steve rolls his eyes at the mention of the guy you're currently seeing, and lets out a grumble. "Don't remind me about that ass-hat."
"He isn't an ass-hat!" You insist. "You just need to get to know him better."
"I'd rather just hug you all night," He mutters, feigning fatigue. "Can I?"
You frown at the fact that he thinks he needs to ask. "Of course, Stevie."
Suddenly, he takes a tight hold of your hips before pushing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "Much better," He whispers.
"Steve!" You exclaim between laughs, shaking your head.
He chuckles along, his hand gently cupping your cheek while he stares down at you with adoration. "I could have you wrapped around me like a little koala bear all day."
You snort at his words, but are glad that he's feeling better. "Does that make you the tree?"
A mischievous glint flashes in his eyes. "Can't you feel the trunk?" He playfully pushes his crotch against yours, and you gasp when you feel his boner.
"Steve!" You squeal, attempting to push at his shoulders but unable to keep the smile off your face.
"I'm just kidding," He says with a sly grin, before dipping his head and resting it against your neck. He hums when he takes in a breath, his mind absolutely taken over by you. Before he can stop himself, he's pressing a chaste kiss to your neck. "Your skin's so soft. You smell so good."
You close your eyes, a lazy smile on your lips. "Alex treated me to a spa day."
Ignoring the mention of his current mortal enemy, Steve drowns in the smell of cocoa butter mixed with your natural scent. "Mmm, I could just bite you." With that, he nips at your neck, making you yelp.
"Hey!" You scold him, tugging at his hair.
He swallows thickly as you pull on his locks, his lips still brushing softly against your neck. "It's not my fault you taste so good." After a few more innocent kisses which you brush off, Steve speaks again. "What would Alex say if I gave you a hickey?"
"Absolutely not, Steve," You say sternly, shaking your head at his immaturity.
"Oh, come on," He drawls, making you laugh. "Why not?"
"You can't," You insist, lightly patting his muscular back.
"You can just say you burned yourself with a curler," He mutters, before lifting his head so he can meet your eyes, giving you the puppy-eyes he knows tug at your heart. "That's what Sharon tells me."
His words break your heart and you cup his face. "Oh, Steve," You sigh. "Come here, honey."
He falls back against your body, clutching you tightly. He has to hold back his smirk. You make it too easy. Resting his forehead against yours, he keeps the innocent look on his face. "You make me feel so much better, baby," He says truthfully, ever so slightly rubbing his boner against your clothed cunt. He's slow and soft enough to keep you from calling him out, but hard enough for him to be able to draw some incredible pleasure from his movements. Looking down at your chest, he lets out a chuckle. "You cold?"
Your eyes widen and you look down to see your nipples which have hardened beneath the thin material of your top. "Oh, my God." With a wicked smile on his face, he flicks one of them, making you gasp. "Steve, stop!"
He doesn't. Instead, he begins rubbing his thumb over it, giving you a look as though it isn't his fault. "Hey, you're the one with hard nipples right now. They're kinda hard to avoid; you're almost poking my eyes out."
"I hate you," You whine, your cheeks heating with embarrassment.
Suddenly, he lowers his head and grazes his teeth against your nipple, making you gasp.
"Steve, what are you doing?" You ask with a whisper, your eyes wide.
He grins, "Just trying to make you squirm." He takes your nipple between his teeth and gently bites down, making your hips buck up.
"Well, it's working," You mewl, feeling something peculiar building up in your core.
"Yeah, it is," He says proudly, continuing to bite your breast.
"That's not a good thing!" You inform him curtly.
He just grunts in response, before letting go of his inhibitions and placing his mouth around your pebbled nipple. He starts sucking it through your top, making you whimper at the electric bolts his actions are sending through your body. Steve has been touchy and flirty before, but this is the furthest he's ever taken it.
"Steven," You whine, to which he laughs, causing a low vibration to wrap around your nipple.
He finally pulls away, laughing nonchalantly. "Alright, alright."
"You made me wet now," You complain with a frown, causing his heart to skip a beat. You've never once made a sexual comment back to him, let alone tell him when you're turned on - no matter how horny he knows he secretly makes you.
"Huh?" He utters, his cock twitching.
"Look at my top," You tell him, gesturing at the wet patch over your left breast.
Steve lets out a sigh, slowly nodding. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Have I been a bad boy?"
You giggle, running your hand through his hair before playfully saying, "Yes, you've been a bad boy, Steven."
He lets out a shaky breath at your words, before resting his forehead against yours. Slowly, he begins humping you again, his eyes boring into your wide ones. "I love you, baby. You're my best friend in the whole world."
His words make you smile. "I love you too, Stevie."
His hips buck up and made you quietly whimper, and he knows he's making you feel good. "Well, I love you more," He mumbles, holding himself back from thrusting against you as hard as he wants to.
You sigh, "I'll let you win."
He smirks at your words, his thumb stroking your cheek. You have truly stolen his heart, soul and body, and he wouldn't want it any other way. "I could stay like this forever," He admits, with his boner rubbing ever so gently against your crotch.
You finally take notice of his soft thrusts, and your heart begins to race. "Steve..."
"It's okay," He assures you, his voice and face having a way of relaxing you.
"Sharon wouldn't be happy if she knew you were in my bed," You comment lowly, hoping your mention of her doesn't anger him.
He's a little frustrated that you mentioned her, but he could never be angry at you. He could never speak with anything but love to you. He could never hurt you, and he would never, and he'd do everything in his power to stop anything and everything else from hurting you. "She knows you're my best friend," He tells you simply, before taking your hand and placing a kiss to your knuckles.
You let out a dry laugh, "But she probably doesn't want me being the one comforting you after one of your arguments." Memories of all the sour looks Sharon has given you flash through your mind - Steve notices them too, and it makes him resent her to think that she sees you as anything less than a perfect angel.
"Fuck her," He mutters, rolling his hips a little. "I'm here with you right now."
Biting your lip, you feel your stomach flip. "Steve?"
"Yes, sweet girl?" He asks, willing to do and give you anything you ask for.
"You- your-" You can't bring yourself to say it as you feel your cheeks heat up.
He loves how innocent you are, and it shows in the sly smirk on his lips. "What is it, pretty baby?"
"Y- you have a... boner," You whisper, unable to meet his eyes when the naughty word leaves your mouth.
Feigning surprise, he raises his eyebrow. "Oh, shit. Sorry; I can't really control it." He bites his lip before beginning to hump you harder, making your pussy tingle.
You're left speechless as he grinds into you, keeping the look of innocence on his face while he strokes your cheeks and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
"You're so perfect," He mumbles, his eyes rolling back. His beard brushes against your cheek, as he speeds up his thrusts. "You really are, my sweet girl."
You purse your lips together to hold back your moans, in shock at what's happening right now. You're breaking every rule of friendship right now, but it feels too good to bring it to a stop just yet. His hard cock rubs your clit through his boxers and your silk shorts, making a familiar feeling build up in your core.
Both of you are keeping in your noises of pleasure, as though letting them out will make the fact that this is happening more real. Afraid that your moans will break the illusion that this is nothing more than just an intimate, innocent, platonic hug.
Steve is in heaven. Finally, he's getting what he has craved for so long. What's he wanted, what he's needed - no. What he fucking deserves. What he deserves after being your protector your whole lives, after making sure that nobody ever hurt you. Nobody messed with you back home because of him. When he moved to the city, the memory of his threats ran deep among your friends and associates, none of them attempting to make a move even when he wasn't physically there to watch over you. And now, in New York, nobody dared to flirt with one of New York's richest CEO's property. That was how they saw you. Yes, Sharon was his wife, but the pretty little thing on his arm at corporate events that Sharon didn't want to attend? The deadly stare on his face for anyone who spoke to you silently conveyed the fact that Steve Rogers owned you, and he'd rain hell on anyone who tried questioning or changing that.
With his arms tightly wrapped around you, he humps harder and faster, bringing you both to your blissful orgasms. "That's it, let go, just like the good girl you are," He mumbles, pulling you into a sense of security and safety. "It's alright. Let me make you feel good, baby."
You feel yourself squirt, soaking your silk shorts, and Steve feels his cock throb incessantly. He continues thrusting a few more times, licking and nipping at your jawline. As you float through the feeling of pure joy, he growls animalistically, shuddering and shaking as he cums harder than ever before in his boxers, feeling like a timid virgin again.
Your eyes shoot open when you realize what just happened. "Oh, my God."
Steve lets out groans and grunts against your neck, both of you breathing heavily.
Mortified, your bottom lips quiver. "I'm so sorry, Steve, I- oh God, that was so wrong."
"No, baby, it's okay," He softly assures you, stroking your cheek.
You shake your heard, filled with guilt. "No. You came over here upset, needing comforting and... I'm such a bad friend. I feel like I took advantage, you were upset-"
"Hey, hey," He whispers, holding your face and meeting your eyes. "You are my best friend. Always. You didn't do anything wrong, I promise. I love you so much."
Your eyes are glossy. "I love you, too, Steve," You reply with a sniffle.
"It's okay," He promises, kissing the tip of your nose. "These things happen. It's completely natural, okay? You did nothing wrong. In fact, you did so well for me, baby."
You nod, his praise making you feel good, but the guilt doesn't leave you. "Y- you're married..."
"And Sharon isn't here," Steve finishes, rubbing your scalp and looking at you with all the affection and love in the world. "And she doesn't have to know. She won't know. Ever." With that, he kisses your lips, and he feels as though he's just placed the final piece of a jigsaw puzzle right in the center, and the image makes sense.
And when you happily reciprocate his kiss, you both know that you're finally looking at Steve the same way that he's been looking at you for the past 15 years.
PART 2
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lady-literature · 4 years
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Accidental Crime Boss Marinette
Okay so,, I have this AU in my head, right? (not surprised) and I’m lacking any real direction for it (still not surprised) but it basically goes like this:
Marinette moves to Gotham.
She’s drawn there for whatever reason and the kwami are saying something about balance and being a Guardian and her sacred duty and something but Marinette isn’t really listening. She’s too busy trying to find a shop front where she can open a bakery without having to worry about getting mugged every time she steps outside.
Chloé comes with her, obviously, because they’re friends and Chloé has a business degree she puts to good use actually running Mari’s bakery and online boutique while Mari gets to bake and fuck around basically. Adrien, Luka and Kagami are not there, but that’s mostly because they travel too much to settle down and keeping an empty apartment in Gotham is just asking for trouble.
Kagami is a world-renowned fencer and Luka travels the world for his music company. Not touring, but soaking up cultures and ways of life so he can make soundtracks to movies and tv shows. Providing the background and life to a film is more his style than touring the world ala his father, Jagged Stone.
Adrien is having the time of his life being Kagami’s trophy husband. He has no pressing responsibilities he doesn’t take on for himself and he gets to fuck with the world’s elite with little to no consequences. He spends most of his days donating far too much money to charities and orphanages and then causing minor scandals that land him on the cover of magazines.
He has much the same kind of ‘dumbass with a heart of gold’ persona to the media as Bruce Wayne does, only without the playboy bits.
(There is a wall in the back of the bakery, where Chloé and Mari carefully cut out and frame every headline and ridiculous picture Adrien has. He is very much delighted when he learns about his ‘wall of fame’.)
Anyway, Marinette finds herself with a bakery not overly far from crime alley, much to Chloé’s chagrin.
(“What do you mean it ‘just felt right’?! I swear to kwami, DC, you’re going to get us robbed and sold into slavery.”)
They do not get sold into salvery.
In fact, despite their less than stellar choice of locale, they do pretty well for themselves. The only problems they have (according to Chloé) is the army of children Marinette accidentally attracted.
When asked, Marinette tells everyone that it was an accident. Meanwhile, Chloé, standing behind her, will shake her head and insist there was literally never any other option for them the moment that first kid came in looking to nab some cash and a few pastries.
Mari lives by the phrases, ‘kindness breeds more kindness’ and ‘do unto others’ and all that other nice person shit. Chloé just lets Mari pseudo-adopt her strays and makes sure that they don’t steal anything too important in the time it takes her to gain their loyalty.
The kwami stay staunchly out of any arguments involving the kids (and eventually the homeless all along their street and every working girl in a five-block radius). They do so with a special brand of amusement that never means good things for either of them. (After all, the last time the kwami looked that amused, they moved to Gotham.)
The first kid is named Serrure, as Marinette comes to learn over the next month after he returns again and again, getting closer and closer like a feral cat. Other kids come during that time, all of them too small and too thin and too guarded for Mari's tastes. She wants to wrap them all up and tuck them into bed but she can’t. She has to be patient, has to be gentle. These kids are just as likely to bite her hand as they are to accept help.
Serrure becomes an almost permanent fixture at the bakery after that first month. Mari’s not quite sure what she did to get through to him, but she did, she supposes. He can’t be much older than eleven and looks nine, but after getting settled, she and Chloé discover this little slip of a boy is just as mischievous as Trixx and has all the dramatics of their favorite black cat.
The kwami, when talking about him, only refer to Serrure as Loki, even after Marinette scolds them for it. She eventually gives up trying to correct them, it’s not like Serrure talks to them anyway(yet)((that she knows of)).
There’s an apartment above the bakery, which is where Chloé and Mari and all her strays that grow to trust her enough live. It’s three bedrooms, and at first, Mari just buys as many bunk beds as she can fit into the spare room and calls it a day. The kids feel safe in her home, which isn’t too surprising. Everyone thinks the bakery feels safe, feels like home or comfort or whatever else eases their minds.
And Marinette should hopes so. She certainly put enough time and effort and magic and energy into the wards around this place for that to happen. To protect her and the children and all her strays that no one else will help.
But, she eventually amasses too many kids to fit into the one room. Chloé throws a fit about having to share with Mari again—“I had enough of that in university thank you very much”—but she relinquishes easily enough.
Mari buys more bunk beds, and Serrure has taken to sneaking into her room to curl up in her bed anyway, and sometimes the smaller kids who have nightmares will come in and pile on as well.
(There are only a few that Chloé will allow to do the same with her. It is considered a high honor and breeds a playful kind of jealousy that Chloé finds amusing. Mari scolds her for pitting the kids against each other.)
That only lasts them another two months.
“This is getting ridiculous,” Chloé tells her one day before the kids wake up. Mari is at the stove, cooking and baking for a small army while Chloé balances the books. “There’s not enough room for us all, DC, and the only reason someone hasn’t come barrelling down on us about the abundance of children is by the grace of your absurd amount of luck.”
“Well I can’t just kick them out, Queenie! What do you want from me?”
“Either we need to buy more real estate in this city—which I’d rather not do—or you open up the grimoire and start building pocket dimensions. I know you can. I’ve read the chapter.”
Marinette looks at her. “That is such a bad idea.”
They do the idea.
And then Mari adds about a thousand more wards to the bakery, carved into the wood and counter and anything that’s a permanent fixture. Doorways become particularly ward heavy, what with them being the entrances and exits to the hidden realms and children’s’ rooms.
The apartment above the bakery isn’t quite infinite but it gets pretty damn close some days.
This also means, of course, that all the kids definitely know about magic now. Some of them—Serrure—have known about it for a while she knows, but it’s different now. The kwami followed her around most of the time and she doesn’t keep them trapped in the Miracle Box like Fu did, but now that the kids know, they don’t bother staying hidden.
The children, at least, love them and the kwami adore them with all the ferocity a god can give. After Chloé gets over her ‘ew children’ phase, she throws herself into their education (on top of actually running the businesses Mari keeps, mind you). She has the help of the kwami, who act as personal tutors to the children, and it’s not long before the kids start to joke about her being the Principal.
(Some tried to call her Warden, but that joke didn’t last long.)
Marinette has also been telling the kids bedtime stories ever since this started. Old stories of the Guardian and Chosens who fought back the darkness, she shares all she knows of the Orders history with these kids and it’s not until Wayzz points it out to her does she realize what she’s doing.
“Ladybugs are known for renewal. It is no surprise that you are rebuilding what was lost.”
Rebuilding the Order using children was certainly not her intention but, well. She supposes there’s no place safer for her kids than what is shaping up to be the new Miracle Temple. It’s the only haven where they can learn to harness their Gifts and powers, it’s the only place where they can be surrounded by others like them without being thrust into superhero-dom.
Context: about a month into this whole circus, Marinette had realized there was a significant—almost all of them really—amount of metas and Gifted in her little hoard of strays. Which is… odd. Especially with how few metas there are in Gotham.
She had asked the kwami about it, and they have that amused look again. “You are their guardian.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re their guardian. True, you are the Guardian of us, of the ancient ways, but you are a guardian at your soul too. You protect what is yours, and they are yours whether you realise it or not. The children can sense that, so they flock to you.”
And, huh. She supposes that makes sense but that’s also really kind of strange and weird and she doesn't want to think about that anymore actually.
So things are… fine, Marinette supposes. The bakery is doing well, and she has about two dozen-plus helpers running around underfoot to help tend to the customers or run to the store or help in the back with the baking. And every kid of hers has new clothes, their street things thrown out for being too ragged and replaced with something fresh made by Marinette’s own hands.
She embroiders little fairy wings into the clothes normally, because that’s what her cloaked wards look like most times and the kids like it and its technically the logo for the bakery and there’s a million reasons she does it.
It is, perhaps, her first mistake.
(“It was certainly not your first,” Chloé will snark one dayin the future.)
Because now Marinette has an army of magical children learning to wield their powers and not fear them and they’re all wearing what can be considered her insignia and uh oh, it looks a lot like Mari is some sort of up and coming mob boss who uses kids and prostitutes and the homeless as runners. People on the street start calling her the Pixie, start referring to Chloé—her second in all things just as Chat had been her equal—as Wasp, as Yellowjacket, as the Unseelie.
(They cannot seem to pick a name for her, but Pixie is all but engraved in stone. Mari is not sure who coined it, and she doesn't think she wants to know.)
The first time the whole situation is brought to her attention, she punches the idiot who dared even imply such a thing so hard she knocks him out.
Because look. The kids are hers right? And she watches out for the people near her, makes sure the working girls are treated as well as they can be and offers the homeless extra food and a dry place to wait out the storm. She offers her hand and gives them all a place to rest, to eat, to exist without expectations or consequences.
She does that because she’s kind, because it hurts her to see people in need, to see them suffer, not because she’s hoping to gain something from it.
The fact that most of them repay her in gossip or information or bend her ear about the newest goings on in the corrupt elite or filthy underworld is strange, yes, but it’s nice to know what’s going on in the city, she supposes. And one time, Kathy, who works on the corner of Brookes and Gilmore, warned her of a drug raid that saved her an unnecessary trip to the police station so it’s not like it doesn't have it’s uses.
But mostly, Mari doesn't really think about all the information that’s unintentionally or otherwise passed onto her. She remembers it all, because it’s rude not to listen when people talk to her, but nothing comes of normally.
Not until Serrure—now twelve and well versed in the magic of illusions and glamors and knows almost as much about this city as her or the Bats—bursts into the bakery one day and grabs Mari away from the front counter right in the middle of a customer ordering. She should, perhaps, be a little angry at that but Tony, one of the older boys and just shy of sixteen, steps into her place almost immediately, so.
And then Serrure speaks and everything is pushed aside in favour of the next words to fall from his lips.
“Someone took Sophie,” he says and she nearly sees red.
After Serrure, Sophie has been here the longest. She is the youngest of them all, only seven, but oh so clever and kind and while she looks nothing like her, everyone calls her Mini-Mari. If Serrure is her beloved first son, Sophie is her treasured daughter.
She’s out the door in the next moment, storming her way to their base. She has Sophie and a handful of extra kids back by sunset, a little frightened, but no worse for wear. She doesn’t make a big deal out of it, besides making sure that the idiots who dared cross her never do so again, but word gets out.
Soon, her kids and teens and adults begin giving her more than just information, they begin giving her problems. Ones she’s meant to fix because she’s Pixie. She’s safety, she’s protection, she’s the one the people start to turn to for help.
And enter stage left, one Jason Todd who’s all snark and charm and smiles wrapped up in a nice leather bow and tall enough that Mari likely could climb him like a tree. If that was something she wanted, she guesses.
(She wants. She just won’t admit.)
He becomes a regular at the bakery and befriends most of her kids.
Mari’s wary when he first takes an interest in them. They’ve been hurt and a lot of them are still adjusting to being safe and it doesn't matter that this man is hot enough to burn, if he steps even a toe out of line with her kids she’ll make him wish he was never even born.
But, she stops worrying eventually. The kwami like him well enough, but seem to think something’s odd about him—but its Gotham, who isn’t strange?—and both Serrure and Sophie take to him like ducks to water and they’re both good judges of character.
There’s a certain intuition they both have that reminds Marinette just a bit too much about herself and pure magic. Not for the first time does she wonder if they got such strong magic from their parents or if it cropped up in them randomly, fostered by fortune and chance and the magic that’s so deeply seeped into the bones of her bakery it’ll be here long after she’s gone.
And, okay, so she was a little right to be wary because Jason was mostly there to investigate her. Far too many people respect her and are loyal to her and she has a veritable orphanage in her pocket and also Harley and Ivy like her and it just- it doesn’t look good right?
But Jason’s a good detective and it doesn't take him long at all to see that Mari is just as sweet and kind and loving as she appears to be. Not long after that, Red Hood declares Pixie and all of hers, under his protection. She, of course, is more than capable of taking care of her and hers, and the underworld knows this, has seen it, but he does it anyway.
The news, of course, gets back to Mari and she is… confused. Why would the Red Hood do something like that? She’s heard talk of him being sweet on kids, but to claim her? They’ve never even met.
Bonus points for Jason being there when she’s told about it. He kind of raises his eyebrow at her because, huh, that was fast, and then spends the next few minutes talking up the Red Hood to her much to her utter bafflement.
He actually keeps doing that too, talking up the Red Hood. Mari thinks he has a crush on the man for the longest time because of it. Until he reveals he is Red Hood, then she just wants to punch his stupidly handsome face for being such an idiot.
Shit happens from there and things go down and the two spend a couple of months dancing around each other and intentionally and unintentionally ruling the criminal underworld and at one point Marinette definitely punches Bruce and Batman in the face—separately, much to Jason’s unending joy—and she also definitely adopts Duke/Signal as well because that poor boy needs to know he’s not alone.
And it’s just them being domestic and badass and lowkey raising an army of children and falling in love while the kwami and the kids and Chloé are all in the background just yelling at them to get together already!
Which, they do. Eventually. After all the secrets come out and Jason knows about the magic and Order and meets Mari’s other friends, ie Kagami, Luka and Adrien who are all intimidating for wildly different reasons. And Mari finds out that Jason died and came back (which earns him the nickname firebird btw) and that he was a Robin once upon a time but is now Red Hood and oh my kwami it all makes sense now.
Jason confesses like three times via classic Victorian romance novel quotes because he’s a fucking literature nerd but it’s not until he basically spells it out for Mari does she really understand. it’s all very sweet and heartwarming and then the pair duck into one of the empty pocket dimensions they have lying around and aren’t seen for three days.
(No one really goes to look for them tbh)
Chloé definitely teases them about early honeymoons and things but besides the two being even more ridiculously lovey-dovey than usual, life goes back to normal. Or as normal as it gets for them. 
And they all live happily ever after the end.
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silky-stories · 3 years
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Hey I love your coffee addict for ruv sarv and gracello but what would it be like for whitty, pico, and BF
I’m glad you liked it! Hope you like how this turned out and thanks for the request :D!
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Caffeine Addict S/O
Genre: Fluff :)
Words: 1213
Disclaimer/s: Talk about addiction, mentions of hands shaking and headaches, mention of other addictive substances, slight swearing (very minor)
Notes: For context, the original coffee addict post can be found here :D, also first BF post let's go-
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Whitty
He is... very confused at first
As someone with an absolutely insane and inhuman metabolism, he doesn’t really understand the concept of your body being especially sensitive to something
He suddenly finds himself very concerned though when he looks up more information on the matter and finds out that it could possibly be fatal if you were to push it too far
To be fair though, he looked up what it meant when he had trouble breathing one day and thought he had cancer for a solid couple days, so his research isn't always the best
Despite that though, he's immediately going through the house and trying to purge your belongings of anything that might contain any fraction of caffeine
"This candle is coffee scented. I'm not letting some dumbass candle kill my partner."
He definitely goes overboard until you let him know that it's fine and that you just need to keep an eye on the amount of caffeine that you have in a day and watch your heart
He's still very wary though and probably won't let you drink or eat anything with caffeine in it without him there to watch you for awhile
"Damn right I'm gonna watch you drink it, what if your heart explodes or something?"
He still doesn't really get it and he's relying on what you and Google told him, so please be patient, he's just very concerned about you and wants to make sure that you're safe
If your hands are shaking or you're having a headache or something like that, you better tell him what you want him to do to help or have him leave you alone entirely because he will panic
On the bright side, he will listen to everything you ask him to and really try to do it to the best of his ability
He knows that you know what's best for yourself in this situation, so he trusts you
He'll still be checking your pulse whenever he can though
He does it so often you begin to not even notice it, it's just habit for both of you now
He most likely won't try to help with your addiction unless you ask for his assistance or let him know about your want to break the habit
That's mostly because he doesn't know how addictions work though-
He has a lot of trust in you and knows that you'll make him aware if you know you need his help
Until then though, he'll be waiting and watching from the sidelines, trying his best to keep you healthy in any way he can
Pico
He doesn't really think much of it at first honestly
That's mostly because he's kind of dumb though and literally doesn't even understand what you just told him
"Low tolerance for caffeine? Uhh... get it I guess? I don't really like coffee either so uh..."
Please forgive his stupidity and just explain it how you would to a toddler
It'll take a hot minute but he'll understand eventually
It's suddenly a lot more of an issue to him though when he realizes that it's actually kind of dangerous for you
He ends up doing a lot of research when he's alone after deciding that it's probably something that he should be concerned about
It's fairly factual research, don't worry
He's kind of a dummy but he's learned not to believe everything that he's told by just anyone
You'll find that within a week he's checking your pulse frequently, asking if you need the lights off or for him to be quiet because of headaches, and other things along those lines
He'll always act like it's no big deal and that it's just better for him to check every now and then instead of just hoping that you're checking yourself
"Ya don't need to thank me, 'm jus' makin' sure ya don't go too far an' end up in an ambulance, idiot."
He cares about you a lot and can have a hard time expressing that, so try not to bring up his small acts of concern too often
He'll probably try to remember how much caffeine you've had in a day and just keep it in mind so he can tell you when he thinks you've had a bit too much
He probably secretly throw away or hide things that have caffeine in them honestly-
Once again, please don't hold his dumbness against him, he just wants to help and doesn't always have a filter for his actions
He doesn't really care about whether or not you break the addiction or not since he's had a past of addictive substances as well and doesn't feel that he has any right to judge
cough cough medicinal herbs cough cough
He'll try his best to help if you want to though
Other than that he'll just keep your current state in mind at all times and try to help you in subtle ways
BF (Keith)
If you're looking for the perfect combination of concerned and progressively helpful then you've come to the right place
He is immediately wanting to learn everything he can when you initially tell him about your low tolerance
He's listening really deeply too, trying to absorb as much information as he can before he does more research
The next day he'll be going over the info he found, wanting to confirm the legitimacy of everything he learned
"...the website also said that most decaf coffees still have caffeine in them, that's right, right?"
Expect him to ask you frequently how you're doing, how much caffeine you've had, how your cravings are, etc.
He ends up getting into a rhythm, asking at similar times each day no matter what's going on
If you two are apart he'll make sure to call you to make sure that you're doing alright
He'll also be on the lookout for caffeine-free alternatives of some of your favourite caffeinated foods and drinks
He looks at reviews on them as well to make sure that they're not gross too
He checks your pulse frequently, but after awhile he'll probably buy you one of those fancy watches that'll tell you your heartrate so it's easier for both of you
He still likes to listen to your heartbeat sometimes though, so he might "lose" it for small amounts of time so he has to check it himself
"I must have misplaced it, whoops. Guess I'll just have to check it myself, you know, just to make sure you're alright. :)"
He won't try to force you to break your addiction, but he'll voice his concern about it to you occasionally
He won't try to be inconspicuous with his statements either, he's very honest with you and will let you know when he's nervous about your well-being
If you reassure him that it's fine and make sure he knows that you're taking care of yourself, he'll be happy
He's just worried about you and wants to make sure that you're safe, but he also has a lot of trust and faith in you that you know your body and will take care of yourself
He's just gonna make sure to contribute with taking care of you, you know, make it a little easier :)
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ashdreams2023 · 2 years
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Can I request some
Reader being a witch [like agatha(idk how old is she but let's say that she lives a lot kina like asgardians) joining the Avengers and falling for loki(the asgardian ship made it back untouched)
Please 🥺🤍
Forgive me if it feels bland because it’s been forever since I watch Wandavision
Being an old witch and falling for Loki:
You’ve lived a long life on earth just minding your own business
Of course that doesn’t last for long when a god of mischief pays a visit to Midgard
You were one of the first people nick furry reached out to and god did it take long for you to agree
With the help of the avengers you did stop the mischievous trickster
And became great friends with Thor
Which lead you to leaving Midgard and staying on Asgard
It was a beautiful place with many new things you could learn about
And there was Loki
You found yourself visiting the man regularly to ask him about Asgard and him telling to ask Thor
"Thor is a sweetheart but he still gets confused about which side is my right and I don’t want to bother your mother"
He gives up eventually and instead of being annoyed by your company he rather enjoyed it
You were smart and curious about this new world
And in return he asked you about your history and earth
"Would you believe if I told you I was almost burned alive about five times during my life time?"
You two form a bond of some sorts and Loki found the prison not so awfully suffocating anymore
Along with all that you grew to understand how Loki’s mind worked
His illusions became easy to detect and you knew better than to trust him when he has that look in his eyes
When you go on missions with Thor you’ll come back to him and use your magic to describe how everything went down
You knew he faked his death
It was too obvious and on the first week of him pretending to be Odin you cornered in the hallway
"Stop the act Loki I know it’s you"
"Ok ok…Missed me that much ha?"
"Actually, yes I did"
Your bluntness never failed to get a reaction out of him
Eventually Thor came back and scold you and Loki
"I’m too old for this" you mumbled
The fight with hella ended well and with your magic and Loki’s help with the support of the people of Asgard and your friends everyone landed safely
You casted a spell over the ship and made sure everyone was protected and will not be touched
Before going to face thanos though Loki takes you to the side to talk
"What’s wrong?"
"It’s probably the only time I’ll be saying but…I might die out there and for real this time, so I need to tell you something before it’s too late"
He would lean in and kiss you
You closed your eyes and kissed him back
"You’re not dying without me this time dumbass"
"Together then my darling"
You kissed one last time before going into battle
Hearts beating for each other and the people you love
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noodlepai · 3 years
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(OKAY okay so I've come to provide more information on the AU, I'm still working on it a lot so things might change or be added but I got a basic idea of what things are like rn !!)
Info dump moment rn, also TW for slight trauma mentions/hints
• Sam had managed to save the Wii from melting itself all those years ago, and is a pretty big person on tech, so she likes to experiment and try new things, and actively tries to help Eteled out or transfer him through devices so he isn't just stuck in one place all the time, with lots of trial and tons of error, especially since she knows the Wii's getting old and that it can be unstable occasionally with glitches
• Kyle has also taken a liking to learning more about technology through Sam's influence so he sometimes comes over and they both will just study and brainstorm ideas
• Sam moved out of her home and now lives in her own apartment, is in college to pursue her dream of working around and creating technology, hasn't really considered making a job out of it since she mostly does it for fun and likes to achieve her dream goals, Nathan and Kyle also occasionally visit to just hang out and do whatever, usually resulting in the three staying up very late into a movie or game night, and Eteled having to talk Sam into getting sleep for the next morning
• Even though Sam is big on all tech, consoles and video games, she still has a soft spot for old generation consoles in particular
• Sam, Nathan and Kyle had all gotten pretty close growing up so they're like a dumbass trio /lh
• Will moved out of state or some shit
• Kyle wakes up from his villain arc and makes a truce with Eteled /J.. FR though Kyle softens up and becomes more understanding of Eteled's side after they start talking it out, while what happened did bother him at the time all those years ago, he just kinda grew up to the point where it didn't have such of an effect on him anymore, I mean all he saw was a Mii get slice and diced, no need to go beast mode over it, so they forgive each other of the past
• Kyle and Nathan are besties to homosexuals, homie love
• Sam made a Mii of herself from when she was younger to keep Eteled company when going out or having to attend school, Eteled appreciated it but wouldn't wanna admit how it wasn't the same and about how much he would miss Sam when she had to get off the Wii
• Gives Eteled abandonment issues because I love being evil
• He's actually clingy on the inside but would never admit it to anyone
• Also views Sam as a sort of daughter figure besides just a friend but is too nervous to mention it, he wants Sam to be safe, loves whenever she talks or rants to him about anything or shows him something she made or is proud of, or even just anything at all, father Eteled is proud of his child/bestie
• He like, genuinely feels loved around her and would definitely cry about it but would never show it, or at least try not to
• Eteled has the favorite Mii pants because Sam put them on him, with quote "I think it's about time my best friend gets to rock a new style", and yes it did make him almost cry on the spot
• Austin is like, mentally conflicted as hell
• Austin and Eteled both feel guilty for what they've done to each other over the years, aren't sure they can or are ready to forgive the other but they're very slowly learning to tolerate each other
• They're like enemies to kinda friends in a way
• They're traumatized mfs
• They still sometimes fight but it's usually just yelling or saying shit now, they don't do the chair, deletion or axe really anymore since they at least got to the point where they respect each other's boundaries and triggers, and there's no point to keep doing the same old for over 10+ years, for the most part, they still slip up sometimes
• They do fuck up though occasionally so that's why Eteled has scars and Austin is a bit more bashed up
• They still have a rooted dislike for each other they're trying to get over but they sometimes chill out or talk, usually when Sam is asleep or off the Wii for a while, the two just will maybe visit or sit around to at least try to understand the other better
• Sam knows Austin is still around, and it took a while but with time she grew to accept him when he didn't seem like a big threat anymore, and that he was just as important of a soul as Eteled was, she still didn't like the fights and didn't know the full story
• She'd probably section them away from the other with a child gate if she could
• Austin of course has an ego and would never tell another soul that he has many nightmares of the server room and about what happens if he gets caught off guard or is sleeping when Eteled decides to attack him again, Eteled wouldn't do that, and Austin knows it but it's just the deep rooted fear he can't get rid of, even though he's much taller and technically more powerful than the smaller Mii
• Eteled is just tired, usually just sleeps in the Mii channel, especially when under stress or tires himself out if he's going through a moment, like triggered memories or emotions
• From all the deleting and the chair, and more crap from his early life, Eteled is just terrified of it all so even the idea of them scares the fuck out of him, so as a natural response he just tries to defend himself with his axe even if he would be shaking like a chicken, he really tries not to pull it out but he can't always stop himself
• The axe itself would probably also bother Austin a bit, but he would still try to cautiously calm Eteled down since he knows he's just afraid, so afterwards they'd probably have to awkwardly apologize for what the fuck happened at that very moment
• Sam sometimes offers them both to play a game together with her, or plans on playing with Eteled and invites Austin along, as a way to make them bond, they do end up having some fun though
• Eteled has seen and/or been around or within newer Nintendo consoles, but personally prefers being in the Wii since he's used to it the most, and it's the most comfortable and homey to him
• Oh yeah, if Austin or Eteled is having an episode or is deeply upset then the other will try to help sometimes if it's really bad, Austin tries to hide it more but it doesn't always work, yeah they have reasonable reasons to not like the other, but they aren't complete assholes
• They both got trauma memories and aren't gonna just watch the other suffer through it
• Austin may or may not have taken in what Eteled had said all that time ago about "Learning to move past the past", even though that technically makes Eteled a hypocrite when he's constantly beating himself up about shit mentally, even after years, they are both doing it tbh
• Also Kyle doesn't know about Austin 100% but is curious to know his story and who he is and used to be, and how he got in the Wii, especially after the passing of his family member of the same name, little does he know..
• Sam also doesn't know about any of it, neither Sam or Kyle know of what happened or Austin's story, Austin being in a tight spot since he doesn't wanna reveal his identity yet, knowing the possible reaction, for Eteled's sake, Sam's and especially Kyle's, and Eteled being absolutely fucking terrified since the fear of losing someone like Sam could become real, and the small but growing friendship he was slowly making with Kyle could go right back to hatred and wanting the small Mii deleted, not including the fact that he still eats at himself for his past actions so it being brought back up again would be a ✨mess✨
• Austin doesn't know if he forgives Eteled or not, but wants to try to move past it and not be reminded in any way
• Nathan is still a little lowkey scared of Eteled ngl, doesn't wanna upset him or anything and Eteled can tell, he probably sighs to himself but he can't blame the guy
• Kyle has thought about making another Mii of himself on what is now long been Sam's Wii, now that he's older and him and Eteled are rather chill, but decided against it since he wasn't sure, not because he didn't trust Eteled, but because he figured it could potentially remind the Mii of the past, so whenever he plays on it he just uses Eteled
(That's all I can really recall on the top of my head for now, whenever I remember more or add on things I'll probably make a new post about it)
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lovely-angst · 3 years
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walk me to the bus stop
bakugou x f!reader
genre: fluff
summary: bakugou suddenly finds a terrified girl hanging to dear life on his arm, which resulted in him walking her to the bus stop daily. but he didn’t mind
a/n: slight OOC bakugou bc he’s quite soft in this fic. ALSO! I wrote this in 3rd person pov bc it starts off with bakugou and the reader as strangers. lmk what you think!
word count: 1.6k
1.02.21
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It was a gloomy, rainy day as Bakugou stood outside waiting for the bus. His black umbrella keeping him dry as he listened to music through his headphones, distracting him from how tired and hungry he was—also to keep people from starting random conversations with him. 
He had stayed late after school, discussing with some students from the support course about his hero costume, planning ways to upgrade his costume with the new moves he had come up with. 
Overall, he was satisfied with what they had come up with—not that he would let anyone know. He trusted the support students. It was their job to support the heroes like himself. 
Glancing down at his phone, he noticed the bus hadn’t arrived yet like it was supposed to. It must’ve been due to the bad weather, but since Bakugou was in an okay mood, he’d let this slide. 
Staring ahead at the random people passing through, Bakugou suddenly felt a small hand wrap around his arm, holding on tight. 
His face scrunched up before he whipped his head toward his harasser, ready to blow up at them before their small, shaky voice stopped him.
“Please help me,” she gasped, pressing herself tighter against his arm, “there are two men following me.”
His body fell rigid as he glanced down at her terrified form. Her hands shook against his arm as she stared blankly ahead, afraid of what’s to come. 
“Please,” she begged, “save me.”
“Jeez,” Bakugou snarled, startling her from her daze.
Her desperate eyes tearing up before she began to shake her head, hands clawing at him to not leave.
“You kept me waiting at the bus stop, idiot. Didn’t you think I might be worried about you?” the blond continued, staring down at the terrified girl with his brow raised.
Confused, her glassy eyes met with his strong and comforting red ones, and he saw the tension leave her body—she knew she was safe now. 
He subtly gave her a signal with his eyes to continue the conversation, “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to take so long,” she replied with a small smile, thankful for the male.
“Here, you’re getting wet from the rain. Didn’t I tell you to bring your umbrella today? You never listen, do you?” Bakugou starts as he pushes her beneath the umbrella, the two of them sharing before he turns to look over his shoulder. 
Two men dressed up in suits were not far behind before suddenly halting from the appearance of Bakugou.
“Whatever, you’re lucky I always wait for you here after school,” he emphasizes, hoping the two men would get the gist and get off her back in the future. 
Thankfully, it seems they did. The two men turn a corner as if that was their intended route, leaving the Bakugou and the mystery girl alone and now safe from what could have been a horrible situation. 
Bakugou waited a couple of minutes before he turned back towards her, “those two geezers are gone now,” and as soon as those words left his lips, she burst into tears, sobbing into the young man’s arm. 
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” he asked, more confused than worried. 
“Thank you so much,” she cried, pulling away from his now damp arm, “I was so scared. They’ve been following me for ten minutes now, I had to keep walking so they wouldn’t figure out where I was going,” she explained, wiping her tears away. 
“But then I saw you, and I knew you would be able to help me,” she confesses and Bakugou gives her a questioning look. “I saw your uniform. You’re a UA student.”
“So? What of it?” Bakugou questioned but stopped when he saw the way her bright eyes sparkled, “I knew you were a hero.”
-
Bakugou learned that her name was (Name) and that she went to school a few blocks away from UA and took the same bus to the train station. The bus ride to the train station was a quiet one—granted, Bakugou had his earbuds in, which kept (Name) from starting any conversations with him.
As (Name) followed Bakugou off the bus, she was surprised to see him waiting for her, “which train are you taking?” he asked in his gruff tone, but she gave him a small smile. 
“I take the red line, how about you?” she asked, following him towards the train gates, “green, it looks like we’re going in the opposite direction.” he states before turning his back towards the girl, “see ya.” 
(Name)’ s mouth opened to say more, her hand reaching out for him, “please don’t leave me,” she wished, but letting her hand fall back to her side, all she could muster out was a “see ya” before turning away from the male to board her train. 
The following day, Bakugou’s day resumed like normal. As the school day came to an end, Bakugou wondered if (Name) had gotten home safely. Hopefully he scared those two losers enough to keep her safe.
As Bakugou walked past UA’s gates, a small, timid voice called out for him, “Bakugou-kun?”
Turning his head, his brows furrowed as he noticed her nervously waiting for him, “I-, umm, could you maybe walk me to the bus stop?” she asked, embarrassed, cheeks rosy as she looked down at her feet. 
Bakugou glanced over at his friends, their lips curving into a smile, “you guys go ahead,” Bakugou stated, taking a step towards (Name). 
“We’ll see you tomorrow, Bakugou!” Kirishima chirps, waving his friend goodbye before walking off. 
(Name)’ s eyes widened before she shook her head, waving her hands out in front of her, “I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were going to hang out with your friends! Don’t worry about me, go ahead and-” 
“It’s fine,” Bakugou cuts her off, “don’t worry about it.” 
Her eyes held his red ones before she looked away guiltily, “I’m still a bit shaken up from yesterday...” she confesses and Bakugou can’t help but pity the girl. He brushes past her, hands in his pockets, before turning to look over his shoulder at her, “Well? Are you coming or not?” 
And the way her eyes lit up as she skipped to catch up, Bakugou wouldn’t mind walking (Name) to the bus stop often. 
“Thank you, Bakugou-kun,” she says happily, matching his pace. 
The walk to the bus stop was a quiet but welcomed one. Bakugou had his hands in his pockets as (Name) strolled along beside him, a lot more confident now that the blond was beside her.
(Name) felt so thankful for the blond, her mouth opened to share her gratitude only until she caught two figures in front of her, dressed up in suits. 
A gasp left her mouth before she grabbed onto Bakugou’s uniform sleeve, taking a step behind him, alerting the male right away. 
Bakugou used his body to shield the frightened girl before his red eyes landed on the two men, only to find out that they were business men returning from a long day of work. “Of course she would be scared” he thought as he turned to face her. 
“They’re just businessmen, (Name),” he stated, listening to how she let out a shaky breath before letting out an awkward chuckle, “Oh, sorry. I just got spooked there,” 
His brows furrowed at the way she apologized, “you don’t have to be sorry those losers have you paranoid like this. I’ll walk you to the bus stop as many times as I have to as long as I know you’re safe,” Bakugou confessed, causing her eyes to widen.
“Do you mean that?” she whispers, hands still gripped onto his sleeve. He gives her a small nod before a light blush spread across her face before she glanced down, brows knitted together with a smile, “thank you. I feel very safe with you, Bakugou-kun.” 
-
Soon, it became a routine for Bakugou and (Name) to wait for each other before heading down to the bus stop together before parting ways at the train station—even his classmates knew about this infamous (Name).
Bakugou and (Name) would always spill about their days to each other. It was crazy to them how their days could be worlds apart because of the paths of life they were currently walking down.
It didn’t take long before (Name) had finally regained her confidence and strength to walk herself to the bus stop, but she couldn’t find it in herself to tell the blond. 
She enjoyed these days with him too much, but it was bound to happen one day.
“UA is turning into a boarding school,” Bakugou starts one day as the two were walking to the bus stop, “which means I won’t be able to talk you to the bus stop anymore.” 
(Name)’ s heart dropped at his words. This day had come sooner than she had hoped. 
“Oh, well, are you able to hang out around the city after school at all?” she asked, hoping there would still be a chance the two could meet.
“I’m not sure, it doesn’t look like we’ll be out and about,” he finishes with a sigh. His red eyes glance over towards (Name) ’s dejected form before giving resting his large hand atop her head, ruffling her hair, teasingly, “means you gotta be able to walk your little dumbass to the bus stop yourself now.” 
A small smile formed on her lips, which caused his heart to relax, “you taught me how to be strong, I think I’ll be okay now.” 
Bakugou found himself mirroring her smile. Gathering up the courage, he took her small hand into his with a playful smirk, “just so your forgetful self doesn’t forget what it’s like to have me walking by your side, keeping you from danger,” he teases.
A giggle escaped her lips before she begins to swing their intertwined arms, teasing him on how she knew he was going to miss this.
Yeah, he’d miss this.
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ssoojinism · 3 years
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love lies || one - kth
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pairing ; married! taehyung x reader
genre : angst, mature (16+), infidelity
warning : cheating (do not read if youre not comfortable with this kind of trope), alcohol consumption, nsfw (16+)
plot summary : just when you’re about to experience the sweetest moment of your life, you learned that the man you fell head over heels is actually a married man to a one year marriage.
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Him.
You saw him at the corner of your eyes, from across the room when he sent you a smirk that is enough to make your heart leaped out from your chest.
The colorful lights blinding your eyes and the loud stereos almost cause you to go deaf but it doesn’t matter when you couldn’t see anything else but him.
You felt a bit giddy as you tucked your hair to the back of your ears while listening to your friends chit chatting on some random topic while they have no idea that you are currently eyeing the said male who also keeping his eyes on you while sipping his alcohol.
“Y/N!” You jumped when Seulgi tapped your arms. You sent her a confuse look while your friend had frown on her face.
“Can’t you hear me? I’m going to the ladies with Chaein! Are you okay if I left you here?” she repeated, half yelling as the sound of the music in that party overpowering her voices. You nodded.
“Yeah, go ahead. I’m fine. Don’t mind me!”
Seulgi dragged Chaein along with her to the bathroom as they finally leaving you. Nervous, you spare last stares at the previous guy but it seems like he was busy talking and laughing in his own circle so you stepped back to take a seat at the bar.
The amount of people around you quite overwhelming, you couldn’t stop tucking or fixing your hair or sometimes you would chug on your drinks to loosen your nervousness.
“Hey,”
You flinched when a deep voice greeting you from your sides. When you looked up, you were strike by a stunning face standing next to you as he also about to take a seat.
It was the guy you were looking at before.
“H-Hi,” You stammered. The man suddenly reached out his hand towards you. “I’m Taehyung,”
You glance at his hand and his face before your lips curled into a tiny smile and took the hand for a small handshake. “Y/n,”
“I see your friends leaving,” He said. You let out a tiny chuckle — not sure which part of his statement sounds funny to you but you just did.
“Yeah. They went to bathroom. They probably coming back soon,” You wished they don’t. You are more than happy to spend your entire night with this gorgeous man right here.
Soon enough, both of you began to open up with each other, exchanging stories and experiences, sometimes giggling and laughing at either you or his funny stories or something.
Your phone suddenly let out a sound that you instantly went to check them up.
“I see you got a friend. GOOD LUCK SIS”
Seulgi and Chaein even sent a shaky selfie of them showing thumbs up that you are pretty sure they are giggling while making fun of you behind your back. You chuckled, not because it’s funny, instead you are planning how you going to get them next time you see them.
“Your friends?” Taehyung asked.
“Yeah. They left already,” You sighed, dropping your phone to the side. Taehyung rubbed the bottom of his lips before they kicked up into a tiny smirk.
“That’s bad but…” He slurred his words before he then added. “I don’t mind driving you home tonight,”
You pressed your lips into a thin line with slight tint of pink colored your cheeks. “Sure,” You replied.
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The sunlight that sneaking into your room through the blinds landed on your face, causing you to stirred from your deep slumber. You ran your hand to the side, right on the spot where Taehyung used to sleep last night only for you to met with a cold, empty space.
You shot your eyes open.
Sitting up, your fingers brushing your hair to the back before you turned at the open blinds next to you, probably it was Taehyung’s doing.
Is he leaving already?
You let out a disappointed huffs as you slowly get off the bed to get your towels. You also didn’t forget to grabbed the dress and your undergarments Taehyung has thrown to the floor from last night. You couldn’t help but giggled shyly when the steamy scene replaying in your head.
His touch, his kiss, his moves. Everything was perfect. You don’t remember having a good time during sex but last night with Taehyung, it was probably one of the best nights you’ve ever experienced that you wish you could have it again.
Sadly, that’ probably the last time you ever see him.
…or maybe not.
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You peeled the magnet off before lifting the piece of paper sticking at the wall of your fridge. Someone left a note on it and of course, it’s none other than him…
 Last night was great. We should see each other again ;) – Taehyung, 010xxxxxxx
 Your heart bloomed in happiness. You are going to see him again. What a wonderful news to start your day today that you began to spin around like a woman who were madly in love — which you probably are.
“Hello, hello! I’m coming in!” You shrieked when somebody suddenly invading your living room that made you to twist your ankle that you fortunately fell on the couch there.
“Woah, woman. Why are you dancing around like that? Are you going insane?” Yoongi joked. You shot him a glare as he once again observing you from the bottom to the top.
“Why are you not wearing pants? Ah, let me guess! You’re getting laid, isn’t it?”
“Shut up!” you grimaced as you stood yourself up meanwhile your bestfriend just chuckled.
Yes. This dumbass is your bestfriend. You’re not even sure how and why you calling him that to be honest. Perhaps because he is living next to you back then when you still live with your parents or perhaps because he gave you great advice, like an older brother? Is he?
But all you know that Yoongi is your closest friends and that he is the only human being that understand whatever the hell you are doing with your life. Although most of the time he just goes like “I don’t care whatever the fuck you are doing, I’ll just sitting here and support you,”
“What are you doing here?” You asked as you watched him rounding your kitchen counters. It seems like he brought a few groceries bag with him.
“Is the dick that good that you forgot you literally invited me to come and cook your breakfast this morning?” You finally remember. You did ask for him to come and make you breakfast because first, you thought it would be too lonely to eat alone and secondly, you’re just too lazy to make your own breakfast, even if it’s just cereal and milk.
“Ah, yes, sorry. I did forgot about it and yeah, his dick are amazing thanks for asking!” Yoongi snorted in disgust as reply only for you to curled your lips into a smile.
“If you are not helping, go and take a shower, you stink!” He continued with his nag. You responded with a long “okayy” before you got up and head your way to your bedroom to wash up.
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“He was unbelievably beautiful, Yoongi! He’s like a walking Greek God, you know? He’s literally perfect in everything! Good looking, have a career, great in bed, gosh! He’s definitely not real!” You blabbered with your mouth full of food meanwhile Yoongi munching on his breakfast without words.
“Min Yoongi!” you whined. “You are not listening,” You sulked, jutting your lips out. Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“I am. I just don’t like talking when I was eating,” He said. “We’ve known each other since forever and you still didn’t know that?”
“I’m kidding, geez!” You tsked. Yoongi just know how to talk back to you and you always end up losing. You just couldn’t keep up with his roasting since he always choose to be straightforward when he’s communicating.
“What else do you know about him?” You slowed down your munching to look at him. “Is he single?” Yoongi added.
Hearing his question made you chuckle. “Of course he is,”
“Are you sure?”
You went silence. “I mean, he’s successful, good looking and more. Simply put, he’s perfect in everything. How can that kind of man going around without anyone by his side? It’s nearly impossible,”
Yoongi was right. You are pretty sure that there is a lot other women that had been lining up to be with Taehyung before you. There also some probability that someone had seized him up before you too.
“Better be disappointed now before too late, y/n..” Yoongi remarked at the same time finishing his meal.
You shook your head, your lips kicking up into a tiny, unsure smile. “I can trust him,”
“Sure. Whatever makes you happy, y/n..” Yoongi responds sounds like a sarcasm to your ears and you don’t like it. You are scared. You’re scared that everything Yoongi told you turned out to be true.
So you fished out your phone and dialed Taehyung’s phone number to send him a message.
From : you
Hey, it’s y/n! Just to tell you that I had your number saved.
It was less than five minutes when you received a reply from him. That was quick!
From : Kim Taehyung 🖤
Im glad. I keep waiting for your message or calls so I can do the same.
You drew a wide grin before sending a glance towards Yoongi who had his back facing you while he’s busy washing the dishes.
From : you
I wonder if we can see each other again anytime soon
From : Kim Taehyung 🖤
Ofc. When and where we should meet?
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You keep checking on yourself through the small mirror of your compact powder before nervously waiting for Taehyung to show up. Sometimes you would anxiously pulling out your cherry chapstick and apply it on your lips, afraid they came out dry when he arrived or there is also times that you would sip on your coffee that it already reached half of the cup you were drinking.
While fidgeting with your fingers, you were greeted by a familiar deep voice from above, calling your names making you to whipped your head upwards.
The face you are waiting for is finally here. You smiled.
“H-Hi,”
Your chest began to pound again as you watched Taehyung taking a seat in front of you. He looks so fine in his two-piece grey suits. He then asked you what you’re drinking which bringing you back to the current situation.
“It’s nothing. Just coffee,” you said.
“Ah, unfortunately, I don’t drink coffee,” He pouted. You gasped. You silly! You shouldn’t pick a coffee shop at the first place then! Since he is the one that ask you to pick a place, you couldn’t think of any place other than this coffee house that has been your favorite spots long time ago. You had no idea that he didn’t drink coffee.
As if he could read your face, he quickly tells you to calm down. “It’s okay. I can drink anything cold,” He lifted his hand up to called for a waiter. You pursed your lips as you observing him making his order.
“Do you want waffles?” He suddenly asked again. You nodded. “Yes please. With chocolate syrup,”
“Yes, that one. Thank you,” The waiter then backed away with the orders. Taehyung turned back at you and flashed his warm smile.
“You just got back from your works?” You opened the conversation first. He nodded. “Yeah. It’s pretty hectic today. But I’m glad that we decided to meet today. I feel like the burden got temporarily lifted off my shoulders as soon as I saw you,” You shyly giggled.
Both of you then proceed to ask about each other days and more where you learn that Taehyung currently working as the one of the executives in a construction company named Youngsoo E&C. To be honest, you have no idea what he was talking about but seeing how he literally enjoying telling you his story made you listen to it with a stupid smile on your face.
“What did you do by the way?” He returned the question.
“I do illustration for children’s books,” You answers earn you a wide eye from Taehyung. “Really!? Wow, that was amazing!” You laughed as you can’t help but find his reaction as adorable. Then he added, “I enjoy drawing too,”
“Really?”
“Yeah. But it’s just a hobby and I think you draw better than me,” He humbly said that make you shook your head. “No way. Everyone has their own style. I’d love to see it one day,” Taehyung excitedly nodded.
“I will. One day,”
You smiled before something suddenly popped up in your head. Your previous conversation with Yoongi suddenly came into your mind.
“I mean, he’s successful, good looking and more. Simply put, he’s perfect in everything. How can that kind of man going around without anyone by his side? It’s nearly impossible,” Yoongi’s statement keep playing like it was a broken tape in your head. You shook it off before nervously looking up at him.
“Taehyung-ah,” He raised his brows as you chewed your bottom lips, your hands gripping the fabric of your dress nervously. “I was wondering if… if…”
“Your food is here,” Your words got cut by a waiter who suddenly appeared along with the food Taehyung has ordered before. Fuck. Not now!
It took her a few minutes to dropped the order before she begin to walk away and leave you and him alone once again. Taehyung on the other hand seems like he forgot about you which you also chose to drop the question altogether, pretending like it also never happened.
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“So, did you get the answer?”
You dropped your exhausted self on the couch while Yoongi still perching at the counter, waiting for your answer. “Y/N! I’m talking with you,” You grunted.
“No, I don’t because I didn’t ask! Now, will you leave me alone?” You grabbed a pillow next to your head to buried your face into it. Yoongi let out a loud sigh.
“You fool. What if-“
“What if he has a girlfriend… blah, blah. Look, Yoongi. If he had one, he will act like he had one but he never did! I can count how many times he tried to flirt with me today!” You argued. “He’s definitely into me,” Your lips twisted into a grin but Yoongi doesn’t enjoy seeing you literally fooling around as if those are not a serious matter.
“That’s not how it work, woman!” He want to scold you but you had both your palm covering your ears and making a noise, mimicking that you refused to listen to his nag. It’s pissed him off that he jumped off the counter with a groan of annoyance.
“Whatever! By the way, Yuna is inviting us to her birthday party,”
You get up from the couch to looked at him. “Yuna? Cho Yuna?” Yoongi hummed. “Yeah,” Your brows knitted together in confusion.
“Out of nowhere? I mean, we don’t even talk to her back then,”
“Apparently, it’s also to celebrate her wedding anniversary too, so she’s feeling extra generous by inviting everyone from the alumni to her birthday party next week. Do you want a ride?” Yoongi offers. You nodded your head almost immediately.
“Of course. Thank you,”
Cho Yuna. You remember her. Yuna is that one famous, rich kid that literally had every boy in your college drooling over her. But, it’s understandable. She’s a complete package. She’s pretty, smart, not to mention, she’s the first ever girl that managed to seized the president position for the student council that traditionally would take boys as the leaders. You had to say, you have massive respects towards her. Who wouldn’t? It would be a lie if there’s anybody who’d say they never envy her. Even now, she’s happily married to the man of her choice too.
“Damn, I seriously wish I could have what she had,”
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A week later
You rushed out from your apartment barefooted with pair of heels in your hand. Meanwhile Yoongi in his car keep on pressing the honk, not because to warn you for being late, he just did it to annoy the shit out of you which resulting you to get into the car with a groan.
“Can you shut up!? You’re so annoying!” Yoongi laughed as response to you as he starts to drive away from the parking lot of your apartment. You put on your black stilettos before you pulled down the sun visor to check yourself into the vanity mirror behind it. You fixed your hair by brushing it lightly, also tapping your lips to make sure the lip tint you’re wearing are applied nicely.
Yoongi who saw you enthusiastically fixing yourself giggled quietly that made you to look at him with frown. “What are you laughing at, dumbass?”
“Why are you fixing yourself as if you’re going for a date? It’s just a birthday party for God’s sake!” He snorted which had you to scrunched your nose.
“Mind your own business! I’m just trying to look good. For myself!” You grunted before turning your attention back at the mirror. Later on, you pushed the visor back to its place and leaned back after you are sure that you’re satisfied with your looks.
“Hey,” You suddenly spoke. “Remember when you had a big fat crush on Yuna?”
“Oh my God, shut the fuck up!” You laughed out loud, like really loud especially when you saw blushes appearing on his cheeks. “You are so fucking lame, Yoongi! I expected you to be ‘different’ but hah! You’re just like those boys that lining up to propose Yuna to be their wife,”
“Mind you! I’m not,”
“Hell yeah, you do,” You leaned your head on the headrest while releasing a deep huff of breath. “I remember you wrote a song using her as your muse. I had to say that it’s pretty adorable,” You teased and once again, you start to make another random throwback about his past that had Yoongi wishing he could kick you out from his car right now.
“Unfortunately, she’s married with someone that’s not you,” You patted his shoulders. “It’s okay, Yoongi. There’s someone better for you,”
Yoongi snickered. “You’re a bitch,”
About twenty minutes after that, both you and Yoongi finally arrived the hotel that held the party. Yoongi – to your surprise – was kind enough to help you getting out from the car, even helping you fixing the dress you wore.
“I know you’re going to whine like a baby if I left you helpless behind so,” He’s such an asshole…
When you arrived at the events where it takes places, your jaws dropped in awe. “Wow, for a birthday party, they invited quite a lot of guests,” You commented. Yoongi nodded in agreement.
“Not surprise. That’s what rich people do,”
Both you and Yoongi entered the hall and met with another load of guest filling up the room. “Now, what we’re going to do?” You whispered. Yoongi shrugged. “I don’t know. Eat? They prepared the buffets. Should we get them?”
“You go first. I feel thirsty so I’m going to look for their drinking booth,” He nodded. Yoongi then left you there to head to the buffet. You pursed your lips, trying to look around the crowd if you could see any waiter that carrying tray of drinks or something but you couldn’t seem to find one.
You are left with no choice but to lift your dress up to your ankles and splitting your way in between the crowds of people to look for them. Why the hell did she invites these people for a birthday party, like it’s a royal dancing party? Can’t she just have a normal birthday party like everyone else?
While you are trying your best to slipped in between those figures, you accidentally tripped on your heels that you lose your balance and almost fell forward but thankfully, someone in front of you are quick to catch you from falling.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” You apologized, looking up at that person, only for you to gasped in surprise.
“Taehyung?!”
Taehyung looks confused as well. “Uh, y/n. Hello. I didn’t expect you…to be here,” He said. You grinned. “Oh yeah. The one that held the party graduated in the same college as mine so we pretty known to each other, I guess?” You explained.
“Yuna?”
You nodded. “Yup! Oh, hey. How did you know her? You’re her acquaintance too?”
Before Taehyung could answer to your question, someone had called his name out of nowhere. “Babe, who is that you’re talking to?”
Your face turned pale at the endearments terms you heard just now. And also the familiar voice too.
Not long after that, you saw Yuna appearing in a dark blue dress, matched with Taehyung’s blue black’s suits. You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw the way she linked her arms, showing the rings fitting perfectly on her ring fingers. Your eyes then moved to Taehyung’s hand and he also had a similar ring on his fingers too.
How the hell can you not notice that before?
“y/n! Hi! It’s been a while,” She exclaimed excitedly. You turned at her with an unbelievable look but you tried not to make it obvious by forcing a smile, although you swear you can feel your face twitching as you felt your eyes also began to get watery.
“R-Right! I haven’t see you for a long time too,” You tried your best not to stuttered but you know you failed miserably. Yuna nodded.
“Yoongi came with you?” She asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, he’s with me but he went to look at the food.” You took a deep breathe before pointing at Taehyung who was standing silently next to Yuna. “This is your husband?”
Yuna chuckled. “Yup! Ah, hold on. It’s seems like you both know each other already. You know her too, babe?” She glanced at her husband, seeking for an answer. Taehyung who look like he didn’t expected to get thrown by the question seems like trying to find a words that make you to answer on his behalf.
“We do. We met just recently over some projects,” You lied. Obviously, it wouldn’t make sense. Taehyung is an engineer while you’re a children book’s illustrator. What kind of project involving an engineer and an illustrator!? But you don’t care if she caught you lying. At this point, the situation is too painful for you to keep up that you wish you could just run out from the hall and weep your heart out.
“Wonderful! Guess I don’t have to introduce you then!” She smiled. “Anyway, thanks for coming, y/n! Have fun while you’re here. The opening ceremony will start very soon,” You nodded while faking another smile.
“Happy birthday! And happy anniversary too!” Fuck, fuck. This is so hurt, you rather stab yourself to death than doing this.
“Thank you! We’ll get going then,” Yuna then brought Taehyung along with her. As they leaving, Taehyung spare a glance at you who standing there freezing with a tears rolling down your cheeks. You can see guilt painting his face but he obviously couldn’t do anything so he just going along with his wife to greet the other guest.
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“Thank you so much to everyone who came to join us celebrating such a meaningful day for both me and my husband,” Yoongi turned his head to check on you who were awfully quiet throughout the night. He even noticed your red eyes so he decided to asked about it.
“What’s wrong with your eyes? Are you okay?” He questioned. You sniffed, shaking your head. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Keep listening. Don’t mind me,”
“Listen to what? It’s just welcoming speech. Come on. Tell me,” You couldn’t contain yourself from sobbing especially when Yoongi keep pushing you to tell him everything. You lowered your head, muttering something to him.
“That man next to Yuna…”
Yoongi looked up to the said person and saw Taehyung standing next to Yuna, flashing a tiny smile towards the audience. “Him? What’s wrong with him? He hurt you?”
You shook your head. “No,”
“Then?”
“That’s Taehyung,”
Yoongi trying to connect the dots. It took him a minute before he finally realized. “What the fuck?”
You cried into your palm. Yoongi sighed loudly. ‘I told you…’ The male then pressed his back against the chair as he continues to watch the couple smiling as Yuna keep delivering her speech.
“Today also marking our first anniversary of our wedding so I am happy to share this feeling with everyone in this room,” Yuna spun herself to face her husband with the biggest grin on her face. “I love you,” She confessed. Taehyung’s lips formed a smile.
“I love you too,”
You swear you could hear your heart shattering like a piece of glasses. You then forced yourself to watch him kissing his wife in front of the crowd that of course would cheer on that couple meanwhile you sitting here, writhing in agony.
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Harry let out a slow breath as he stared into the void in his history class, it had been a full week since he started the dance classes, and almost every day Bert mentioned putting him into a higher experienced class due to his flexibility and the fact that Harry was already a good dancer. But again, Harry wasn’t into the dance class that much, he liked dancing, it's just he didn't like being forced to dance.
His counselor had tried to ask about his first week but Harry was stubborn as usual, even glaring at her during it. She had sighed and rubbed her nose “I can't help you if you don’t open up to me Mr. Hook” Harry had only glared again, he didn’t want or need her help, yeah, he was a little fucked up in the head but if he wanted therapy or a consular, he would get it, not something FG forced on him.
After history finally ended, Harry grabbed his backpack and walked out of the room, sighing in relief as he realized he only had one class left, and it was his favorite, history of sailors and the seven seas. It talked all about pirates and sailors, particularly one of his favorite pirates, Jack Sparrow. One of the few pirates that had escaped isle imprisonment, due to him being pardoned of his crimes after it was discovered that his branding of a pirate had been connected to his freeing of hundreds of slaves.
Harry froze as a now very familiar face stepped into the hall he was walking in, she was looking down at her book, her black backpack hanging off her shoulder, bringing her denim jacket down with it off her shoulder, revealing her gray t-shirt. She suddenly looked up, her sparking (e/c) eyes once again locking with his.
Harry felt the butterflies flood his body again and he ducked into the next hall, away from his class, and pressed himself against the wall, sliding down as he closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands ‘what am I doing?’ he thought, gritting his teeth ‘hiding from a pretty girl? What the hell?’
“Are you hiding from me?” Harry jumped and slammed his head against the locker behind him, looking up to see the girl, who had covered her mouth in shock from Harry's sudden motion “Are you okay?”
“Me? Hiding? No-no I don’- I don’t hide” Harry laughed off his embarrassment, standing from the floor and rubbing the back of his head, wincing slightly “I don’ hide from anyone” the girl smirked and rose her brow as she tilted her head.
“I looked up and as soon as I made eye contact you leaped behind the wall, and then stayed there until I came around the corner, I think that classifies as hiding.” Harry pouted at her, his heart going crazy as she laughed. “Now why would you hide from me? Im, not my brother mind you” Harry rose his brow at that.
“Who’s yer brother?” Harry asked, smirking as she made a sour face.
“Chad” Harry grimaced, relaxing a bit as she laughed again.
“I’m so sorry” her eyes widened a bit and she laughed even harder.
“I accept your condolences, he’s not a fun person to be related to, it took me a month to convince half the school that Chad and I are very different even though we're twins” Harry looked at her up at down, she didn’t look like Chad? “I know, fraternal twins though”
Harry hummed, nodding along, he remembered a couple of sets of twins on the isle, and even when they were “identical” twins, they didn’t look exactly like each other sometimes. “You’re Harry Hook, right?” Harry nodded again, ignoring the flutter of his heart as she said his name “I’m (y/n), (y/n) Charming” (y/n) held out her hand, giving Harry a warm smile.
“Dinne think yeh would even say hi ta me, considering wha’ yer brother has probably told yeh ‘bout meh” he took her hand, stilling for a moment as he felt a small shock ran up his arm and through his body. Shit what the hell was going on with him!?
“Well,” (y/n) laughed, once again sending butterflies through his gut “after almost 18 years of dealing with his dumbass, I've learned to not trust his word, if he says you’re a ‘filthy pirate’ then you aren’t all that bad” Harry smirked and shook his head, not seeing (y/n) freeze for a moment and stare at his lips.
“Yer somethin’ else I’ll tell yeh tha’” he laughed, biting the inside of his cheek as (y/n) looked away from him and fixed her backpack strap. “What’s yer next class?”
“Um-“ (y/n) started, pursing her lips a bit as she thought “Oh! History of sailors and the seven seas!” Harry couldn’t help the smile that grew on his lips.
“Same ‘ere, shall I escort yeh yer highness?” (y/n) gave him a look, then smiled.
“You may” (y/n) laughed, taking his arm as he offered it and they chatted quietly as Harry walked them both to class.
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Harry threw his pencil on his table as he finished his English homework, leaning back in his chair and sighing. “Hey, Harry?” Uma started, looking up from her magic homework (a new class that FG had made for the magic endowed vks that needed to learn how to control their magic safely)  “You made goody-goody with Chad's sister right?” Harry looked over his shoulder to her, raising his brow.
“Aye? Why?” a devious look overcame Uma’s face, and Harry sat up “Uma” Harry started, a warning tone to his voice, they had just gotten to Auradon two months ago, at the start of the school year, and he loved Uma with all his heart but if she was trying to plan to overtake Auradon by using (y/n) he would have to put his foot down (which he didn’t know why he would defend the girl so eagerly, even turning against his oldest friend like that)Auradon was a lot nicer than they thought and he’d rather not lose the comfy bed and fresh food he had just gotten.
“Oh chill!” Uma scoffed, waving her hand and rolling her eyes “I’m not planning any takeovers or whatever, I wanted to know if she gets along with her brother or not” Harry mentally sighed in relief and leaned back in his chair again.
“Um, no, I said sorry to her that she was his sister and she accepted my condolences, called him a dumbass too” Uma smirked again, a glint in her eye…he knew that glint, it was the glint of pranks “Oh! Do yeh want me ta-“
“Yes,” Uma interrupted him, rubbing her arms together as he saw a plan forming in her mind “ask her if she wants to help us prank Chad, fucker decided to ‘accidentally” Uma used finger quotes “spill grape juice all over my new jacket, and we all know that shit stains, didn’t even apologize either” Harry grit his teeth. Chad, one of the very few teens at Auradon prep that still harassed the vks, he was a bully and a thief, something Harry could respect on the isle but even on the isle you didn’t bully Uma without getting Harry’s hook to your face.
“I’ll ask ‘er when next time I see ‘er, we don’ have a lot of classes together, and her dance class ends after mine” Uma smirked at that, leaning into her hand.
“How are those going by the way?” Harry just let out a raspberry, and Uma fell back on Gil’s bed, laughing away.
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The next day, after Harry's dance class, he waited outside (y/n)s room, standing awkwardly and out of place as others passed by him, some looking at him oddly while others ignored him or simply glanced at him.
There were one or two flirtatious looks but Harry ignored those, continuing to wait for (y/n). about fifteen minutes of waiting, the class finally ended, and as (y/n)s fellow dancers exited the room, many of them stared at him, whispering amongst themselves for a moment before one turned to him. “(y/n)s talking to Esmerelda, she’ll be in there for a moment” She had a strong French accent and Harry nodded in thanks, the group finally moving on as the girl who had spoken up pushed them away from the room.
After a couple more moments of waiting Harry got impatient, walking up to the door and peeking in, seeing (y/n) standing in front of Esmerelda, looking down at her feet “(y/n) your posture is perfect, your leg is always perfectly straight during the Penché, everything you do during practice is perfect but…there's just no…passion (y/n), where is it? You are only doing the steps, you aren’t feeling the music, where is the love, the sorrow, the yearning? This is a dance to convey two people falling in love (y/n), and I don’t see any of it coming from you” Harry felt his chest hurt as Esmerelda sighed, looking away from (y/n) who stayed silent. “(y/n) if you can't find the passion I need for the piece…I’m going to have to switch you out, I’m sorry” (y/n) looked up at that, and Harry couldn’t see her face but he could tell there were tears in her eyes “You are one of my best dancers (y/n), but without passion, you are doing nothing but following the steps.” (y/n) nodded slowly. Esmerelda smiled and took her chin “You just have to find your spark again, I know you can do it…I’ll see you tomorrow” (y/n) nodded again, turning to grab her bag.
Harry ducked out of the doorframe and went back to lean against the wall, looking down at his converse as he waited for (y/n). “Harry?” he looked up, (y/n) walking toward him from the door and tilting her head “What are you doing here?”
Harry smirked, it turning to a smile as (y/n) smiled back. Good, that meant she wasn’t super down from her talk with Esmerelda. “I was wonderin’ if yeh wanted ta help Uma n’ I prank Chad~” Harry had hardly finished his sentence before (y/n) grinned, stepping even close to him.
“Hell yes!” Harry shared her grin and offered his arm again, walking her out of the building and back to the dorms to Uma’s room, where Uma would tell them her plan.
-
Two days later, Chad’s hair was puke green. And he didn’t suspect a damn thing, even as (y/n) held her laughter as she stood next to him, sharing a sly thumbs up with Harry and Uma as they cackled at him.
“You’re definitely cut from a different fabric princess” Uma chuckled, Harry moving to the side of the bench he and Uma were sitting on as you walked over to them when Chad bolted off screaming after realizing his hair was green (for someone who stared at himself almost all day it took him a while to notice his hair) (y/n) grinned in thanks and plopped down next to Harry, not noticing Uma’s smirk as Harry scooted closer to (y/n).
“I’ll take that as a compliment” (y/n) laughed, leaning against the table and looking towards the door “How long do you think it’ll be before Chad suspects us?”
“Three days” Gil decided, suddenly appearing and sitting down next to Uma. And as usual, holding a bowl of grapes “I give it three days”
(y/n) hummed at that, tapping her fingers on the table “Well Chad is smart,” (y/n) laughed a bit at Uma and Harry's look of ‘really?!’ “I know shocking…well less smart more cunning, but I say he’ll either figure it out by the end of the day or he’ll bolt up in the middle of the night and then figure it out, can't say which or when, but it’s one of those”
“By the way,” Gil interrupted (y/n), pointing his finger right at her “who are you?” Gil had been out of the room every time (y/n) came over to Uma or Harry and Gil's room to plan for the plank, so oddly enough he had yet to meet (y/n) before today.
“Gil!” Harry hissed through his teeth, Uma smirking once more at his reaction. (y/n) laughed and held out her hand.
“I’m (y/n), (y/n) Charming, Chad’s sister” Gil took her hand and shook it, giving her a sympathetic look.
“I’m so sorry” (y/n) laughed again, unknowingly sending a flurry of butterflies through Harry again.
“Harry said the same thing a couple days ago, I accept your condolences” Gil released (y/n)s hand and went back to his grapes as Uma intertwined her hands and looked at (y/n)
“So you and Harry go to the same dance school, right? Do you ever dance together?” Harry felt his cheeks turn red at the question and he pouted at Uma, not really wanting to bring up the topic of the classes he hated so much.
“I guess? Different classes but same building, I’m a ballet dancer, been one since I was a kid. Harry, I think is still in the beginner class but Harry?” He glanced at (y/n) with a raised bro and a hum “You said Bert’s thinking of upgrading your placement?” Harry huffed and leaned on his hand.
“Aye, somethin’ bout me being a higher level than beginner, I dinne kae I din’ listen more than tha’” both Uma and (y/n) hummed at that. “I din’ even wan’ ta do the damn classes in the first place so I don’t see why I should level up or whatever” Harry grumbled, pouting at nothing.
Uma forced the grin off her face. Harry, ever since he had made friends with (y/n), started to be more…enthusiastic when going to the studio, no longer dragging his feet. And after the first time he picked up (y/n) from her class he did it the next day, and the next. Uma knew Harry and she knew he was catching feelings for the princess, even if he himself didn’t realize it yet.
Harry had only known the princess for about a month now, but Uma could tell when Harry liked someone, and he really-really liked (y/n), he wouldn’t admit it until he knew what words to connect his feelings yet but, Uma could wait.
Now, Uma wouldn’t do anything to push Harry and (y/n) together yet, she didn’t know if (y/n) shared any feelings about Harry, but once Uma did find out? Oooh, it was going to be fun.
But for now? Uma watched (y/n) and Harry talk, smiling behind her hand at the sparkle within Harry's eye, she would sit and watch their relationship bloom.
-end of part 2-
part 2~ hope yall enjoyed and like (y/n) so far, and i do want to put a *sprinkle* of angst in this so it'll come with (y/n)s struggle to show feeling in her dance and maybe some Chad shenanigan's anyway~ yeah i think this will be a 10 part series at most, and im liking where its going atm.
anyway im gonna draw a blue ballgown now because i don't like any of the designs i found on google or Pinterest
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I actually wasn’t planning on contributing to the Danny Phantom Side Hoes Week (great name I love it) but I had this in the back of my head so I figured it was a good opportunity. The prompt was Sam and Happiness. ____________________________________________
Sam wasn’t sure when she had become so comfortable with her two best friends, when she had learned to tolerate, even appreciate, their idiosyncrasies. The easy answer is it started with the portal, with Danny’s powers and the resulting responsibilities that resulted and it was true in a way. But Sam can’t help but wonder if, even without that, if they would have ended up like this anyway. 
“Hey, what movie are we doing tonight?” Danny asked, falling onto the couch next to her and leaning his full body weight onto her. His head rested languidly on her shoulder, perfectly at ease as his hair ghosted across her collarbone. 
The natural chill from his body leeched into her. She used to hate the cold, hate how it withered her plants along with all of her energy. Up until high school, she slept most nights with heavy blankets, warm socks and the heat turned up high. But Danny developed an ice core and without even realizing it, the cold turned from an annoyance nuisance to a cool comfort. She leaned into his freezing touch, relaxing from the now familiar sensation.
“Something funny please,” Tucker begged, sitting on her other side. Their shoulders were flush against one another but neither of them moved. “Things have been too heavy lately, home boy needs to chill out.”
“Sure thing, bud,” Danny grinned, leaning over to brush his freezing fingers along the back of Tucker’s neck. Tuck didn’t flinch and shy away like he used to, instead leveling Danny with a dry look that was ruined by the small smile. Sam wasn’t the only one who had learned to love the cold. 
“Dude, that joke stopped being funny sophomore year,” Tucker said with an eyeroll. “But my point stands, please pick a comedy oh merciful deity Sam.” Tucker took a bite from his pizza, a horrible meat monstrosity with ham and sausage and pepperoni. So close to her, the smell wafted over her way and she wrinkled her nose but didn’t say anything. 
“You got to pick last week,” Sam said with a raised eyebrow. “And you unjustly used your power to subject us to an Adam Sandler movie.”
“Ironically,” Tucker insisted with a wry grin. Without being prompted, he passed her a slice of her vegetarian pizza and Danny his pepperoni and pineapple. The local shops must have their orders memorized by now, one pizza split three radically different ways. It would probably be more efficient to order different boxes but they just didn’t do separate. “Plus that movie’s a classic, we never did finish it. We could-”
“You get your turn the week after next,” Danny insisted, “Sam gets to pick tonight.” He glanced up at her through his bangs, “but if you happen to choose a horror movie I wouldn’t complain.”
“Dude, don’t we get enough of that in our normal lives?” Tucker said, rolling his eyes even as he adjusted himself so his legs were over the side of the couch and his back was up against Sam’s arm. He must have seen her distaste at the smell of his pizza and moved to block it. 
Truthfully, she’d left her near manic hatred of meat behind in freshman year. She could credit maturity or just changing tastes but really it just became exhausting arguing with him over something so pointless. While she won’t ever like meat, she did like Tucker and accepting his differences from her, the things that made him happy, was an easy transition to make. 
“Yeah but its so exaggerated and the people being hunted are so stupid that it makes my dumbass mistakes look genius in comparison,” Danny chuckled, eating the toppings off his pizza first like the unnatural abomination he was. “But seriously Sam, it’s your pick. I get to choose next week.”
“Stop being such a gentlemen Danny and help me bully Sam,” Tucker grumbled, leaning around so his head was practically in her lap to stick his tongue out at Danny who reciprocated in kind. She was a young woman with two boys half lying on top of her and she had never felt so safe and secure in her life.
“Like either of you could tell me what to do,” Sam sniffed despite the blatant lie. Those two had her wrapped around their fingers but she knew they felt the same about her. She wasn’t a kid anymore and soulmates seemed like such an overused term but it was hard to find another word that fit them so well. “We’re watching Cabin in the Woods so everyone shut up.”
“A horror-comedy with a dash of trope subversion? Nice pick,” Tucker smirked up at her with a knowing look because he got it too. Danny, eternally clueless, just hummed in approval. He looked a little sleepy there on her shoulder and she doubted he would make it past the opening sequence. They rarely finished movies these days, but that’s not what weekly movie nights were about, not really.
Danny nodded off, still slumped onto her shoulder, about 15 minutes in. By now, his chill had sunk deep into her and she leaned into that familiar touch. Tucker had long since finished his pizza and ended up with his head up against her thigh. Her fingers rested comfortably on the junction between his neck and shoulder, playing lightly with his hairline. He fell asleep about midway through, just as the monsters came into play. Her two boys, two thirds of her soul, cuddled on top of her and peacefully asleep. This is why they never finished movies anymore, the comfort of each other’s presence being more than enough for them to be lulled to sleep.
She felt her own eyelids drifting and she turned down the volume and settled herself in. She never slept half as well as she did in her warm, expensive bed than she did on a couch surrounded by her friends. Someday they’d need to talk about this, figure out what they were and what they would do about it. Everyone already thought they were already dating but it was much deeper, more complex then that. But for now there was only the drone of the movie, Danny’s cold muscle on one side and Tucker’s bony warmth on the other. 
Happiness like this wasn’t found, it was built up bit by bit with trust and love and understanding. So long as she had her friends, no matter how bad things got, it would work out. She fell asleep with the dual temperatures of her boys leaving her in perfect equilibrium.
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