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mikeysw1fey · 7 months

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pairing: jenna ortega x female reader

warnings: none

a/n: i think i’m also gonna start writing for arcane characters (mostly sevika) , lemme know what u guys want :)

Stress doesn’t even begin to cover the amount of anxiety I feel as I stand under the stadium lights readying myself to kick a penalty goal. My team may be up by one but missing this kick could ruin my chances at moving up the league ladder. Plus it doesn’t help that football fans are never lenient when it comes to penalty goals, miss it and your basically the worst player to ever walk the field.

Taking a deep breathe I glance toward the goalie who stands crouched in the middle of the goal side stepping from side to side ready to dive. With a clench of my jaw and a last glance at my team behind me I manage to calm myself as each member nods their head in encouragement. Finally I begin to run towards the ball, grass kicking up in my wake as I lift my right leg and make contact with the ball.

The stadium is silent, watching as the ball flies through the air looking as if it’s going for top bins. My hopes are quickly squashed however as the goalie manages to get a finger to the ball causing it to fly up and over the goal and straight into first row of the crowd.

An ooh echoes around the stadium as my ball smacks a brown haired woman dead in the middle of her face. Her hands immediately flying up to her nose as she winces in pain. “Shit.” I mumble under my breath seeing the woman on the big screen, my cheeks blushing red as I notice how beautiful she happens to be.

“Dude, you just hit Jenna Ortega in the face.” My teammate Sam whispers, her eyes not leaving the big screen either. “Of course I did. I’ll be right back.” I pat her on the back before heading over towards Jenna who dabs at her nose which runs red blood all down her chin.

“Hey, no you can’t leave the field.” The ref sprints in front of me, an arm extended out before me to prevent me from getting any further. “I just need to see if she’s ok.” I plead gently pushing the refs arm.

“Only time your leaving this field before time is up will be for a red card and if u keep behaving how you are it won’t be far away.” The refs eyes narrow before he picks up his whistle and blows it loudly in my ear.

“Get back on the field.” He seethes, a vein popping on his neck. Holding my hands up in surrender I head back to the field glancing over my shoulder to find Jenna already staring at me. I send her an apologetic smile to which she raises her eyebrows with a tiny smile she tried so hard to hide.

Throughout the rest of the match I can’t help but glance over at the brown haired woman who holds a cloth to her nose yet still cheers loudly. Even with the blood running down her chin and the large cloth covering half her face, her beauty still managed to force the blood to rush to my cheeks.

Finally only two minutes remain with the score now tied. The crowd fades into background noise as I slide across the ground successfully tackling a girl from the opposite team causing her to trip over my foot as it hits the ball from between her legs. Her arms extend as she gasps, glaring at the ref as if trying to force him to give me a yellow card.

Luckily the call never comes allowing me to take the ball that rolls down the field and dribble it towards the goals. Defenders come my way pausing my play as I somehow manage to manoeuvre the ball between their legs until it is just me and the goalie once again.

Kicking hard silence falls over the stadium as my ball flies through the air. Only this time the goalie dives the opposite way allowing the back of the net to catch my ball.

The stadium erupts into cheers and applause, my name echoing across the stadium as the buzzer finally sounds ending the match. I find myself surrounded by my team mates, each one wrapping their arms around me and slapping my back in celebration of our victory but I only have eyes for one person at this time.

“Guys, guys hang on I have to do something. One minute.” I force my way out the group and head towards the crowd once again, only this time no ref stops me as I lean against the barricade where Jenna sits.

“I’m so sorry for hitting you.” I apologise instantly, gently biting my lip as she sticks her tongue out to wet her lips. “You made up for it with that last goal.” She shrugs with a small smile. “Plus it’s not broken so.” Jenna pulls the cloth away from her nose for a second as if to show me her button nose is far from damaged. “Yeah still looks perfect to me.” I flirt holding eye contact with the girl who raises an eyebrow. “That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” She fakes a pout and I let out a laugh before stepping backwards.

“Well then let me make it up to you.” I pull my jersey over my head leaving me in just a sports bra and shorts. “Got a pen? I can sign it for you too.” I chuckle as Jenna not so subtly eyes my stomach before reaching into her back pocket. “How do you even know I go for your team?” She teases watching me with a grin as I roll my eyes.

“Well the cheering and screaming of my name was a large sign.” I retort leaning my jersey against the barricade so I can write on it.

Signing my name and my number onto the jersey I place it in her hand, ignoring the tingling sensation as her finger graze mine. “Don’t sell it or I’ll have to change my number for the third time.” I playfully threaten. “Ooh I might just have to. Call it revenge.” Jenna chuckles before glancing over my shoulder.

“Looks like people are waiting on you. I’ll text you. Maybe.” She grins. I raise an eyebrow. “I’ll be waiting Miss Ortega. And I promise next time I see you there will be no blood noses involved.” I send her a wink before turning around and heading back to the field.

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x female reader #soccer #football

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foxes-that-run · 4 days

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I saw your post on ttpdand hs and i'm not saying it's not hs but the part I can't imagine hs saying is the kill yourself line to someone else. The Charlie puth part feels random for him too but it's possible. Were there any other songs or hs actions that could help support it that I have missed?

Besides smallest man who ever lived this is the only other contender to me to be mh. All the other songs are not mh imo.

Charlie Puth Easter egged in October 2022

The Harry/Charlie exposition was provided after Taylor started mentioning typewriters (as in - the song was written). On 12 October 2022 Charlie went on Jimmy Fallon and told stories about both Harry (1:55) and follows that with one about Taylor (3:31). Fallon prompts about both stories so these were intended to be shared. A month later Taylor went on Fallon to promote Midnights so TTPD was well in train and her team had been in contact with Fallon - and Fallon had already played an easter egg bit with Taylor on TTPD and the typewriter in ATW 10 min.

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Charlie's Harry story was:

In 2014 Charlie has signed his first record contract and celebrated by going to Sushi Park. Where he saw Harry and Jeff. Charlie posted his location. Harry followed Charlie then left and was papped.

Ok, well it's Sushi Park, so hardly ruining a private affair. Also the only time Harry was papped there was with his mum February 2014, he was seen with Jeff at Dan Tana's later so maybe that was it. Charlie's first record deal was 2012, it fell through and his Wiki says he was signed in 2015.. Maybe the wiki or his memory is off. But why tell that story? His late night anecdote is I saw Harry Styles and lost my cool a decade ago? Harry followed him, it's clearly not a burn. It's a softball slight from a decade ago to give the idea that Harry doesn't like Charlie.

The Taylor Story was right after, next on Fallon's List:

In Charlie's single, (released 21 January 2022) he paints a fence red, Karate Kid style. Fallon asks him "Now, I'm just saying, a lot of Taylor Swift fans came out and said, "Ooh." Maybe a possibility you're hinting about something, an Easter egg." Charlie. Charlie and Taylor?! "No. What are you saying?"

OK, that's a long bow even for a swiftie, I cannot find anything about it, apart from an article after Fallon's interview. The Easter Egg is Fallon asking Charlie Puth, and maybe the red fence. Because after Famous, the phone call, all that. Taylor wouldn't name drop an artist without letting them know first.

Charlie also says he doesn't know either of them... which is unusual as he worked with and possibly dated Taylors close friend Selena Gomez in 2015 and he worked with an 'made out' with Meghan Trainor in 2015. Meghan is friends with Harry, Harry went to her birthday after in 2016, while Charlie was still dueting with her. If he doesn't know either, they have common close contacts.

On Lucy

I like this theory that Lucy is LSD, which is it's street name. Matty Healy is sober from drugs now and the exchange with Lucy Dacus and MH was not friendly, I don't see a disclosure like that likely, in fact Lucy said "you don't hear from me at all"

#Haylor #TTPD #the tortured poets department #tortured poets department song #Taylor Swift #charlie puth

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ejzah · 1 year

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The Agent and the Fireman, Part 5

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Kensi said a quick goodbye to Deeks, allowing herself a moment of regret as he disappeared inside his car, then got busy putting in an all-call to the team. Most of them beat her there, so she walked into a full bullpen, her entrance announces by the sharp clack of her heels on the ground.

“Ooh, Agent Blye, looking nice,” Sam greeted her with a look of approval.

“I appreciate you trying to liven things up, but you really didn’t dress up for us,” Callen added.

“Hilarious. I was on a date.” Kensi walked to her desk as spoke, retrieving her go bag.

Callen and Sam made twin sounds of surprise. “Ooh, do tell. He must be something special if you broke out the high heels.”

“Either way, I’m certainly not telling you guys about it. Because every time I do go on a date, you act like complete children,” Kensi responded.

“Hey, I am completely supportive.” Sam jerked his thumb in Callen’s direction. “My partner’s the only juvenile one.”

“Clearly. Just give me a minute to change and I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, how did you find out about the fire in the first place? Nell said you had a tip,” Callen interrupted Kensi before she could make a clean getaway. She sighed, setting her bag back down.

“Lieutenant Deeks, from the LAFD told me,” she said casually. Like it was the most common thing in the world.

“You’ve kept up contact with him?” Sam asked with mild confusion.

“Some.” Kensi shifted from her right to her left foot, instantly cursing herself for the sign of discomfort.

“Wait, he was your date, wasn’t he?” Callen’s eyes widened in delight. He nudged Sam. “See, I told you she gave him her number.”

Sam rolled his eyes in disgust and shoved his hand into his pocket, slapping something into Callen’s palm. “Don’t gloat.”

“You guys bet on me? How would you even know about us?” Kensi demanded, caught between outrage and disbelief.

“Eh, we saw you flirting with him.”

“And you like blondes,” Sam added.

“The rest was a lucky guess,” Callen finished. “Which you just confirmed.

“Ok, yes, we went on a date. Now can we move on?” Kensi begged.

“Hey, I just got the preliminary report on the fire,” Nell said, appearing with her tablet in hand. “Wow, Kensi you look amazing!” Completely derailed from her original purpose, Nell stopped to give Kensi the once over. “Are those Jimmy Choos?”

“She was on a date,” Callen filled in. “With the hot fireman.”

“You thought he was hot?” Sam asked.

“I have eyes.”

“You mean the one with curly blonde hair and the muscles and the shockingly blue eyes?” Nell put her hand to her chest as if she might swoon and made a dreamy expression.

“That’s the one,” Sam confirmed.

“I give up,” Kensi sighed, flopping down in her chair and propping her now aching feet on the desk. The gossip about her dating life continued for another minute until she cleared her throat loudly.

“Hey, can we please get back to the case? We have to figure out who started this fire.”

“Right.” Nell scurried to the center of the room, but paused to whisper in Kensi’s direction, “We’ll talk about this more later.”

“Well, since we arrested our guy, either we’ve got a copycat, or we didn’t actually get the real arsonist,” Callen said.

“Which means we might be starting from scratch.” Sam rubbed his chin, and sighed, “We’ll have to interview Parkins again.”

“All right. Nell, you see what you can find on security cams, if anything survived,” Callen decided. “Sam and I will go visit Parkins. I assume you’ll want to handle the scene of the fire, Kensi.” He added the last part with a sly grin.

“I do have an ongoing relationship with the LAFD now,” Kensi said evenly. “Besides, Dee—Lieutenant Deeks is on the scene too, so I’ll be able to—”

“Finish your date?” Nell guessed.

“No. I was going to say that Deeks knows our arsonist’s M.O. He’ll be able tell if this fire was set by the same person.” Kensi paused a beat. “And, we’re definitely making this date up.”

“Hold on a second, you’re planning on a second date with this guy?” Callen held up his hand with an urgency that suggested Kensi had just said something shocking. “You must really like him. One Date Blye has broken her bad streak.”

“Are you done?” Kensi asked.

“Oh, not even close.”

“Fine. I’m going to go put on shoes that won’t bruise my feet, and when I come back, I expect this topic to be finished.” Kensi looked around at them all, then satisfied, limped off towards the women’s locker room.

“Yup, she’s totally smitten,” Nell said once she was safely out of earshot.

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A/N: Once again, glad you’re all enjoying this. It’s been so much fun!

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #firefighter deeks #the agent and the fireman #part 5 #au #fireman au #ejzah fanfiction

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mllebabushkat · 2 years

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☀️ Warrior Nun S2E6 🌙

PSA: i didn't survive this ep lakdsj;gjaskjda

haha my whiplash from Confusion to OH OH YOUNG SUZANNE

AND SHANNON

(wow i missed her and i barely knew her T^T)

so either shannon's older than i expected or superion is younger than i expected???

but more importantly

superion's halo is SO POWERFUL?????

she's got that a) touch of death palm technique Lite Version AND b) nifty overwatch lookin shield scuse me ava when will you

once again OST SLAPS

SHE IS SO BADASS!!,!,!,’cbnncbdbdbfj also cocky hahaha i love her

this fight's fave move: double neck skewer!

firstly, halo rejecting looks GNARLY

secondly, w h y (grief? fully drained? it somehow knew she failed to protect someone due to her own ego? severity of her own moral failing? i want. answers)

The PRIDE in bea’s look as ava talks 🤩 i am hanging on to every single avatrice interaction for my liFE

cam trying to summon the boogeyman is the horror trope i didn't know i needed ahahaha

MICHAEL'S GOT A NUKE tony stark lookin ass

"we are not both dying over some interdimensional power grab" u tell em!!!!1 (such a frustrating and common trope, why must the hero always be the sacrificial lamb for some lofty goal?)

yo that is one DIRTY look bea gave him tho lmfao

on today's episode of bullying william: "foster" what a dumb name L u delusional little shit

cut to vincent el bastardo

"and we shall contact god by text" the ABSURDITY PFFF

*what's in the box voice* what did adriel sayyyyyy????

obligatory fuck off adriel

picking out tmrws outfit slay boyo 🤡💁‍♀️is it me or does he look like Hugh Jackman with that new beard

back to the blessed blorbos!

team super cam aw <3

OH NO U DONT TOUCH HER GIRL LIKE THAT

protective!bea i'm swooningg

journalist!yasmine is so cuteeee

CAMILLA UR CHASTITY HAHAHAHAHHAA

clutching my pearls but also yes girliE GET SOMEEEEEEEE

is that the fuckin,, lalisa sonf? v hype but ngl doesn't fuuully fit the scene But i'll let it slide :)

“well then warrior nun, see you on the other side” 😍😍

you tell me that won't be one of her affectionate nicknames once they settle down and have their happily ever after i DARE you-

“do you know how i know that adriel isn't god, vincent? because he chose to speak to you” OUCHHHHHHHHHH

ok i'm calling it now that pointy cross is hanging Very Ominously over the stage,.,,

adriel choosing to mimic the medici’s bastardised image of Jesus the irony is not lost on me :)

so uhhhhhh why does the halo only sputter out at plot relevant moments? *shakes writers in frustration*

LILITHS TEETH VAGINA COSTUME

i'm so sorry but lilith girl they did u so fucking dirty wtf is this shitty look costumes dept u were doing so wellllll TAT

oh dear ava 🥺

yall there’s nothing that hurts me more than a well laid plan going wrong

lilith hurtling off the roof - HAHAHAHAHA YEET BITCH

where tf was ava hiding her helmet???? up her-?

kristian: “let it go” ah ofc they planned for this

insert it’s a trap !!!!!!!! meme

i can’t watch thissssssddsddd

oh boy the cross tip hanging ever lower like the sword of Damocles

I CALLED IT

nooooo rest in pieces duretti shdhdhajahgdhd

jesus that's brutal,, gnarly counter: 2

michael: "god isn’t real" maybe the true message all along was atheism :)

CAMILLA AND HER GUNNNNNN BIG BRAINNNNNN

AVA DESCENDING LIKE THE REAL ANGEL SHE IS

vincent seeing her-

lilith ex machina swooping in-

OK MICHAEL GOT A STAB IN gnarly counter: 3 (once again loving the gore this season !)

BOTH ava and michael choosing to sacrifice themselves in that moment PLS NO

ooh love the millisecond yellow sheen on adriels eyes

sister ARMS- sorry- i meant sister dora HELLO THERE

“come on pretty boy” ahahshdhdksjagahaha bea ily

back at base

ok fess up who's the goddamn snitch

(small eyeroll at the 'oops i destroyed the macguffin detonator' trope)

SUPERION NO

(did she die ????)

never has a cross been so hateful as the one drawn in blood fuck you william u little dipshit

SUPERION NO 😭😭😭😭

did lilith just save ava by teleporting her

jahdkclcpsjsxnxoxmxnsiskncc

this episode took my heart and shredded it in a meat grinder

superion has shot up my favourites list this season and for her to end like that-

and duretti!

but mostly superion TAT i'm suing for her And mary >:(((

ANYWAY

not keeping calm and carrying on-

#i am. inconsolable #fuck #but yeah otherwise #forget avatrice camilla and her gun is The most iconic duo in this series hahahahahahahaha #jks i love avatrice did yall see how bea threw herself between ava and michael to stop them blowing themselves up???????????#warrior nun #wn #warrior nun season 2 #babushkat rambles #babushkat watches warrior nun

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wandaswifeyforlifey · 3 years

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Hey could I request a Brie Larson x r where they meet at the set of Avengers endgame and they both have a crush on each other and their co stars make fun of them and they just blush and it's really

A/n: Thank you for requesting this! I try to write them within 24hrs of either the request being sent or me seeing the request so sorry if this is a bit later. I do most of my writing at like 12-5 am so some of it might be shitty lol. I love doing requests tho and will always try my best to make them work for your taste.

Word Count: 1048

Warnings: None really, just pure fluff

Ship: Brie Larson x Reader

"You better get up soon or you're gonna be late!" Called Scarlett from downstairs. Scarlett and you had met on the set of one of your first movies and quickly began to hang out more and more until you decided to be roommates. You had finished shooting Avengers: Infinity War about 2 months ago and were exactly 2 weeks into filming Avengers: Endgame which you were pretty excited about because you would get to film with some actors that you never had before.

"Coming!" You shouted back. Sadly, you weren't quite adjusted to the earlier mornings yet which definitely wasn't helpful considering you would be doing tiring work all day. You dragged yourself out of bed and headed downstairs for breakfast.

"Hey sleepyhead," Scarlett smirked at me as she cooked her omelette.

"Any news that could redeem my mood this morning?"

"Well… you are filming the 'female empowerment' scene today. You've got to be pretty excited to be acting with some new people, right?"

"Oh yeah! I completely forgot about that. I've got to admit Scar, that has perked me up a bit so thank you."

"Wow, you don't need to sound so surprised." She laughed.

You made yourself a coffee, had some cereal then went to have a shower. You put on a comfortable outfit considering as soon as you get on set you'll get your costume and makeup done.

Once you arrived you were swarmed with people filling you in on the scenes and telling you where you needed to go but they were all talking over each other so you understood nothing. Thank god I have my assistant, you thought to yourself.

*2 hours later*

You had your hair and makeup finished when you heard a knock on your trailer door.

"Come in!" You called while wondering who could possibly be seeing you when your assistant was on their break and you were already prepared to film.

"Hey, Y/n? I'm Brie. I just wanted to introduce myself before we started shooting."

You were just looking at her with pure adoration as the most beautiful woman you had ever seen stepped in.

"Y/n?"

"O-oh, yeah, sorry, hi." You cleared your throat because you noticed you were staring. "So I assume you're doing the all-female scene with me?"

You moved along your sofa so that she could sit down next to you.

"Yeah, actually and I'm super excited for it. I think it's brilliant to team up all the female superheroes."

"I could not agree more! But it sucks that Natasha isn't in it."

"Wait, she isn't?"

"No, I was chatting with Scarjo this morning, because we share an apartment, and she said her character wouldn't be in it."

"Oh are you and Scarlett, like, a thing? Because it would be totally fine if you were and I just didn't know your were interested in women and-"

"Hey, hey slow down," you laughed, "no me and Scar aren't a thing but I am interested in women."

"Me too! I don't really like to use labels because I find them too constricting though."

The conversation died down but not in an uncomfortable way, more in a content way. You stared into each other’s eyes until Brie said:

"Anyway. I should really get going. I haven't even got my makeup done yet." She spoke hurriedly and quickly left the trailer. You weren't sure how to feel about her sudden departure but deep down it hurt you a little. Why would she leave so quickly if we were having a nice time? Did she find it uncomfortable? I really hope the conversation ended positively in her books too, you thought.

You shot a couple of scenes before the all-women scene and took a break just before it to talk to Scarlett.

"Hey Scar, have you seen Brie? She came into my trailer to chat a bit and it seemed like we were having a really nice time but then she just left all of a sudden."

"Uh, no I don't think I have since our second scene but it sounded like you had a good time, eh?" She smirked and nudged you. You knew she noticed how concerned you were about Brie.

"Fine, maybe I thought she was really pretty and sweet but I don't know how she feels."

"Well from the glances she sent you during our first and second scenes I’d say she likes you back.”

“I never said I liked her, ok? I just said I thought she was amazing and charming and attractive and stuff.”

“That’s literally the same thing.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I need Y/n and Brie over here please? You guys are going to be opening the Female Avengers Unite scene so we’re just going to give you a little run-through,” shouted Joe Russo from across the set.

“Oo-ooh you enjoy yourself, Y/n.” taunted Scarlett. You playfully stuck your tongue out at her as you walked over.

*Once shooting was done for the day*

Yet again you heard a knock on your door as you were just finishing packing your stuff up to leave.

“Yeah?”

“It’s me, again,” announced Brie as she stepped in. This time though, she wouldn’t make eye contact with you and seemed to be rather nervous.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it's just, um… so Scarlett told me how you felt after I left and I felt pretty bad so I just thought I should come back and apologise and tell you that it wasn’t your fault, it had nothing to do with you. I promise.”

“Oh no, you don’t need to apologise! I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way. I absolutely didn’t mean to.”

You saw the heat rise in her cheeks.

“To be perfectly honest, I didn’t just come here to apologise. I came here to tell you the truth. Okay… I just need to get this off my chest. I think I have feelings for you.” She looked at you hopefully, only to have a blank stare in return. You weren’t sure what to say. You were so overwhelmed with excitement and happiness that you just stood up and hugged her. Burying your face in the crook of her neck you whispered, “I want to stay in this moment forever.”

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wonderlandhatter · 3 years

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Will you read to me?

Pairing: Spencer x femReader

Summary: You're feeling unsettled after a case, so Spencer helps you get some sleep and get a smile back on your face.

Word count: 1863

Warnings: fluff (is that a warning idk), mentions of an unsub, feeling overwhelmed after an unsub touches you (just your hand and waist nothing in detail). Tiny bit of angst I think mostly fluff though

A/N: Ok so this is my first attempt at writing a fic, it ended up being longer than I thought it would be, anyways if you would like to give me some feedback that would be greatly appreciated, hope someone out there enjoys this, I really liked writing it. Ooh also if I missed any warnings pls tell me.

A/N2: Hey so my old account got deleted so I'm reposting my fics if you have a sec I would appreciate it if you could boost it so i can try and get to where i was, thank you.

It had been a tough case, especially for you, the victimology fit you in every way and so you had been used to draw the unsub out, nothing had gone wrong but you could still feel his hand where he had touched yours, his alluring presence was lingering around you , all you wanted to do was go home and shower this feeling off but first you had to get there.

Unfortunately, there was still 2 hours left in the flight. So, until you did get home you would settle for sleep hoping time would pass faster, though you just couldn’t stop your mind from thinking, well overthinking. Spencer noticed this and it hurt him to see you like this he himself knew nothing had happened but he didn’t like the thought that you had even gone near that creep, to think about what he would have done to you, if the circumstances were different.

He couldn’t imagine what he would do if something had happened, you and him were close, very close, you had first bonded when he noticed your Dr who coin purse on your first day at the BAU, he hadn’t gotten a chance to say anything because at that moment Garcia bubbled into the bullpen announcing that they have a case. but when he saw it again on the jet, he couldn’t resist but to ask if you like the show, you love the show and your face visibly lit up at the mention of it as did his, you both exchanged a few words before Derek piped in to ask if that was the show with the flying phone booth but before Spencer had the chance to correct him, you did. ‘well firstly it’s a Tardis which stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, secondly it isn’t a phone booth it’s a police box.’ Once you finish you simply smiled at him but before he could answer you piped up again early. ‘ ooh ooh and do you want to know why it’s a police box’, Derek honestly couldn’t care less but he couldn’t bare to take away the joy in your face that was brought by this nerdy little show you clearly loved, Spencer might also have been giving him a look that said ‘don’t you dare say no’, so he decided to indulge you, ‘sure kid tell me why it’s a police box’. Spencer saw your face light up even more if it was even possible, and so you began’ So the Tardis is supposed to change in appearance depending on where it is because of a component that is called ‘the chameleon circuit’ but something happened to it so it no longer works and is stuck as a police box, its explained in the first Dr who series in an episode called An Unearthly child. Oh and…..’ by this time Derek has lost interest and was only half listening but Spencer’s full attention was on you as you talked about something that clearly brought you joy, at this point he decided to chime in and so you two spent the rest of the jet ride to wherever it was you were going discussing your favourite episodes, plots and Drs. And so, a beautiful friendship began to bloom.

As spencer’s memory of that day came to an end he couldn’t help but be visibly sad at how much of a contrast your feeling were to that day, there was no smile so big you had dimples no hands moving around animatically as you talked and no interrupting your own sentences as you thought of something else you thought needed to be said. And certainly, no you trying to convince him that David tenant was the best Dr. now there was only an uneasiness about you, you looked sad and in slight distress.

Spencer couldn’t keep sitting there doing nothing, he wanted to take those feelings away no, he needed to take them away, he wanted to go over to you and hold you, place you on his lap and let you bury your face into his cardigan like you had done so many times before on your movie nights, but that wouldn’t be appropriate while the entire team was around, and he didn’t want to make you feel worse by being so forward so instead he stood up from his seat opposite Derek and J.J and made his way to you on the sofa holding his book, you were sat in the corner looking so small, holding a now cold cup of tea.

Your mind was anywhere but there so it took Spencer calling your name quietly before you realised anyone was sitting there, and as you saw him all those bad feelings were drowned out by those of joy and love, they weren’t gone but their overwhelming words were dulled, Spencer just had that effect on you, you weren’t completely sure when your feeling changed from hey that’s my friend, to hey that’s my friend who I would like to kiss, marry, and have babies with. Maybe it was the day he showed you how to do physics magic, or the day he brought you coffee every morning for 2 weeks because he spilled one the previous day on your white shirt, or maybe the first time he hugged you, you knew he wasn’t big on hugs but after a tough case for everyone he could see you needed it and honestly once he was there holding you he never wanted to stop, after that he wouldn’t hesitate to hug you, you both waved it off as friendly but you both just wanted to be as close as possible, maybe when you came to terms with the fact you would both try your best to have physical contact with each other, be it holding hands or falling asleep on each other’s shoulder is when you knew you wanted a lot more.

You were brought back by Spencer’s voice, ‘are you ok’,’ ‘oh, ah yeah sorry , my minds just wandering I guess’ you said looking down at your hands feeling bad for lying, he clearly knew you weren’t he was a profiler after all, and as you stared at your hand you once again remembered his lingering touch on your left hand, before your mind could wander further Spencer held your hand ,he spoke up ‘ don’t think about him, I know that’s what your doing , but he’s gone now were he cant hurt anyone else, were he can’t hurt you’. You looked away from him feeling silly ‘I know that, I don’t even know why I’m acting like this it’s ridiculous honestly he didn’t do anything he just touched my hand and waist but the thought of his hands on me just makes me feel sick, it’s like I can still feel him and I just want to wash it off and that’s all I can think about every time I try to sleep, I just want to sleep and forget about it spence’ as you said this you subconsciously scratched the back of your hand where his had been, spencer took both your hands once again before you could hurt yourself, ‘hey y/n, it isn’t silly, after seeing the crime scenes and knowing what he did to those women it is perfectly reasonable to be feeling like this’ you nod at his words and lean your head on his shoulder as you take in his familiar comforting smell, ‘thanks Spence’ you hear him hum in response as his head leans on top of yours.

You sit in comfortable silence just being with each other not even realising he hadn’t let go of your hand, it isn’t like you had made a move to either, and neither of you were planning on it. The jet was silent as everyone was either asleep, or going through some files, it was peaceful, it was wonderful.

You were the first to break the silence ‘what are you reading’ , ‘Alice’s adventures in wonderland’, you looked up at him from your place on his shoulder with a soft smile and simply stated ‘that’s my favourite book, I have a copy in my desk right now’ , ‘I know, that’s why I’m reading it, ‘ his reason made your heart swell as he continued, ‘even though it Is considered a classic I’ve never actually read it, I must say I am enjoying it’, ‘how far along are you’, ‘about half way’. Truthfully Spencer could have been done with the book already even though he had started it at the beginning of the flight, however this book was different, this was your favourite, this one meant so much to you and so he wanted to take it all in, he wanted that feeling you get when you first read a line that impacts you, a feeling you only get once with that line, a feeling he was getting often in this book because he knew you loved it and so he loved it.

The silence was disrupted by a very large yawn coming from you, he must admit you looked very cute when you were tired (he may also love the fact you were wearing one of his cardigans that you had claimed as your, and you also had very cute sweater paws). ‘Here lie down’ Spencer said, you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep so you asked, ‘will you read to me’ there was barely a beat before you felt the need to justify your request, even though you didn’t need to he would do anything you asked. ‘it’s just I don’t think ill be able to sleep, and your voice is very calming’, the last part you said quietly and felt a light blush on your cheeks, spencer simply smiled and simply answered ‘of course ill read to you’, and so you laid you head down on his lap and he began reading once you were fully comfortable, ‘would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’’ ‘’that depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’’ said the cat………’’ and so Spencer kept reading to you, an you kept listening, his hand made its way to your hair and began to play with it while your hand drew lazy nonsensical things on his leg , and as you heard the words you had read a million times before, and as the man you held so much love for played with your hair all your worries and thoughts melted away and you slowly let sleep take over , you felt conflicted as you didn’t want to miss this, miss Spencer’s voice recite something that meant so much to you, it was like hearing a completely new story, but at some point you let it take over and so you were finally able to sleep, Spencer never stopped reading to you or playing with your hair in fear of disturbing your peace, he was so happy there was a smile back on your face, he would read to you every hour of every day if it meant seeing you smile.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic #criminal minds #spencer rwid x reader

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muwur · 4 years

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snapchat headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for using snapchat w ur boi toi ft. the pretty setter squad

❧ gn reader

✎ 3.1k words

a/n: kinda a combo of how they use sc and the kinds of snaps they send you! along w wat u send them, and uh... dating stuf n shenanigans? texting/snapping habits? my fantasies? IDEK ANYMORE EOFHEFJ

this was born from the recesses of my mind , which desired nothing mor than snapchats from suga , us sending cute selfies , others bein dumb n chaotic , no context videos , n him snapping me photos of some mangoes on sale he said he’ll buy for me DXX it’s too late for me now

doing research on hq bois and surfing thru sc features (im just now realizing theres quite a bit?? im hoping i address most of them at some point lolol) instead of real life tings aHHhhhHAHA

requests: open! will be working on a suga one i got, dw, requester!

sugawara

✧ sends good morning and good night snaps

✧ so he’s rlly good at keeping streaks, probs has the longest ones (one of them being y’alls streak)

✧ posts tidbits of volleyball practice on his story every once in a while

✧ snaps you pics of his sleeping teammates when they’re coming back to school after a long day of matches , adding a single ‘❤️’ as a caption

✧ he will also create colorful masterpieces on all of them

✧ gives daichi a santa beard, tanaka a squiggly stache (i imagine it to look like spongebob n patrick’s seaweed ones now that were mEN), n kageyama sum angry brows,,, wait he already has them lolol u good der kags

✧ posts a picture of you when you’re hanging out, captioning it: “🥰“

✧ has conversations with you purely via snaps

✧ ranges from casual chats and checking up on u to crackwhoring ( ** indicates the photo, while the “” quotes indicate the caption, all snaps are italicized, otherwise its regular dialogue)

✧ suga: *peace sign* “hey sweetheart, how r u?”

✧ you: *pics of homework* “ahh, drowning in school ;-; i cant wait for this week to be over fghjkl”

✧ suga: *close up with :o on his face* “let’s study together tmrw!”

✧ or

✧ suga: *complete darkness* “its 3 am n i cant sleep”

✧ you: *the top half of your head, laying on a pillow* “ ;( aw babe. do u want me to send something to help u sleep?”

✧ suga: *still in darkness* “y u still up?? go sleep. n 🥺 yes pls”

✧ you: *snaps pics of feet* “that’ll be 50 bucks, pay up”

✧ suga: *darkness remains* “can we make a trade instead? i promise to make it worth ;)”

✧ ok now u BOTH cant sleep (im sry my crackheading be acting up around 2am eeryday, i stan a mischievous suga--)

✧ video chats (in the darkness lol) instead until you both pass out (im not in luv u r 😭)

✧ super down to take filtered selfies w you

✧ does all the silly ones with you (things like ’angry face’ or the frog one)

✧ but also rlly digs lookin cute with you using some heart crowns, y’all an aesthetic (n crakhead) duo fosho

✧ def subscribes to life hacks and tries them out himself, has a 50% success rate

kageyama

✧ doesn’t rlly use snapchat too much

✧ but when he does

✧ will either send you a picture to indicate he’s at volleyball practice (wow wat a sexi lookin gym floor)

✧ or some random picture of whatever he’s doing at the moment (*drinking milk*)

✧ this is mostly in order to save streaks

✧ he’s so bad at streaks

✧ “why does it matter?? what’s the point of sending just black screens or whatever’s in front of you at the moment??”

✧ can’t keep a consistent streak for more than 3 days and also doesn’t care (until hinata challenges him to see who can have the longer one)

✧ when you send him videos of him playing, he really focuses on them to try to improve his technique. asks you to send those vids to him (assuming u saved them, which u did)

✧ but when you look over his shoulder when he’s watching a video and give him some compliment (“i recorded at the perfect moment! that was a really good set, kageyama!”), he gets a bit flustered

✧ gets even more flustered but pretty happy whenever you post videos on your story showing karasuno winning some points with captions like:

✧ “footage of the legendary quick >.>” or “karasuno crows flyin high!” or “these bois make my heart 😭 im so proud”

✧ you WILL catch him off guard in photos, using filters that surrounds his head w/ emojis like 🥺💖🥰💘

✧ you also put these on your story (to his dismay)

✧ ppl comment on these mor than anything else (n for those who dont rlly kno kageyama, theyre kinda surprised to him like this)

✧ hinata snickers “hey kageyama you look pretty good here--”

✧ takes some selfies with you, mostly cuz you want them

✧ saves them after u send them over (n secretly cherishes them)

✧ occasionally watches his subscriptions, they’ll usually involve sports, mostly volleyball (who woulda guessed)

✧ you use his bitmoji to test out random facial expressions you would never see him wear

✧ you: “can you smile and wink like this? act like you’re the obnoxious charming guy in a shojo.”

✧ will actually attempt, but it looks so bad that you die inside and he never wants to try again cuz of ur laughing outburst (you: “😭😭 bb im sorry i couldnt help it”)

oikawa

✧ literally sends you anything and everything

✧ morning bathroom selfie to show off how good his hair came out that day, saying:

✧ “he has risen”

✧ or “i woke up like this”

✧ and my favorite, “you’re lucky you get this content for frEE”

✧ selfies with iwa, who just looks annoyed and exasperated at the camera

✧ sends you pics of his lunch and snacks (“bet u wish u had milk bread too”)

✧ always packs extra milk bread so he could convince you to stay at his practice after school--

✧ FILTERSS

✧ I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENUF

✧ will either use the filters that make him kayooottt (cute)

✧ loves the ones named ‘hearts,’ ‘soft,’ ‘peach,’ ‘butterfly cheeks,’ vsco filters LOL, etc

✧ uses ‘big mouth’ when he feelin a bit sASSY; also loves to use this one when he rants, it channels his inner valley girl

✧ sometimes he’ll be snacking or drinking something while he does so (“hey guys today im gonna eat these milk buns from my favorite bakery and this bomb orange juice and complain about this little kid who talked smack to me earlier and almost made me cry--”)

✧ takes cute selfies with you, is an aesthetic selfie king, puts them on his story to show off he’s hangin with you

✧ but on your story you only post the ones he looks bad in LOL

✧ has separate stories for his every need, some r private (and lucky you, ur included in all of them)

✧ titles them ‘mean things iwa said to me today,’ ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ ‘a day in the life of oikawa,’ ‘volleyball 🏐,’ ‘unpopular opinions,’ etc.

✧ fitting room photoshoots lol

✧ “y/n, what do you think of this??” “and this?” “oOH WHAT ABOUT THIS??”

✧ ends up calling you through video chat so you can live critique his choices

✧ “oikawa, please no, i can’t be seen with you in public if you wear those--”

✧ also changes his bitmoji’s outfits from time to time, hopes you’ll notice, but you don’t LOL (oikawa: ;((((((( )

kenma

✧ uses sc usually just to reply to messages ppl send him

✧ indifferent about streaks, but keeps a few with ppl he’s closer to

✧ mindlessly plays the snapchat games with you, finds some of them kinda cute

✧ you both made his bitmoji for him, dressing his up in the orange cat suit

✧ you also helped make kuroo’s and put his in the black cat suit to match--

✧ snaps you every time he gets a new game, starts playing it, and once he finishes

✧ started to post some gameplays and reviews on his sc story (might as well add them to sc since he was already on other social platforms), and ended up amassing a large following

✧ follows the tech and gaming stories on sc

✧ as well as the ones with cute animals--

✧ open to selfies with you, usually wears a calm expression and holds up a peace sign

✧ even occasionally sticks his tongue out

✧ his story is occasionally heavily bombarded with candids of him w/ pretty sc filters, all taken by you

✧ but of all the filters, you love using the clout glasses on him

✧ especially when he’s just minding his own business

✧ “kenma, in his tru habitat” when hes cocooned in a blanket

✧ “kenma, on his way to steal yo manz” while on his way to the bathroom

✧ “kenma, next iron chef. watch out gordon” as he’s cooking instant ramen

✧ “kenma” n das it

✧ but he thinks it meme-y so he lets you do whatever you want, kinda digs it

✧ you end up dedicating your snap story to memes of kenma and the nekoma volleyball team. ppl are in it for the shits n giggles n hot bois

✧ you later discover someone else did the same thing with their volleyball team filled with hot bois from shiratorizawa, and you befriend tendou and share funni internet tings

akaashi

✧ 99% of his photos include either you or bokuto or both

✧ bokuto spams akaashi’s story and contact list with selfies and videos of himself using weird filters, often gets you to join him

✧ has several streaks, but will send something with more substance than a black screen or his bedroom window

✧ will usually involve smthng that just happened to him or smthing he saw, like:

✧ “a kind older lady offered me some apples in return for helping her”

-or:

✧ “how do i break the news to bokuto that the yaikniku place he’s been wanting to go to for the past week ,,, is closed today”

✧ o n let’s not leave out:

✧ “is it possible to conjure a ghost using a wooden spatula, ketchup, and a chalk drawn hexagram? bokuto’s been paranoid ever since he tried last night and i dont know what to tell him. seriously, help”

✧ looks through stories occasionally, comments whenever bokuto makes questionable decisions

✧ also comments on whatever you’ve posted. his words range from “you’re cute” to “why,” depending on the content

✧ ppl know when y’all are hanging out cuz he’ll post smthing to indicate he’s with you, usually it’s some candid and you’re not paying attention

✧ appreciation posts for you as well! esp if you got him something, like onigiri or his fav, Nanohana no Karashiae , for lunch! (akaashi: *snaps a pic of his food* “thank you y/n for feeding me”)

✧ prefers video calling over texting/snapping whenever possible tho

✧ occasionally reminisces thru his sc memories

✧ enjoys the flashback feature and will send them to you and bokuto (cuz they’re about y’all anyway lolol)

✧ also has secretly saved a bunch of selfies of himself, consists of him trying out a lot of the filters (he feelin himself)

✧ you, one day, looking thru his phone and discovering them: “akaashi, you’re so pretty wtf”

✧ akaashi: “...”

koganegawa

✧ sends you selfies of him before practice

✧ during breaks

✧ and after practice, usually makes a comment about how it went for him that day like:

✧ “i hit a decent toss today and futakuchi actually complimented me!”

✧ that, or:

✧ “i got yelled at 17 times today 😢😩”

✧ has quite a few streaks, his longest ones being with you and hinata

✧ def uses filters

✧ tries out every funny one he finds and sends you videos

✧ “look y/n im an aaaaAALlliiEEENnnNNN oo oo hoo hhhooOOh”

✧ “now im a chicky nuggy!!” (chicken nugget)

✧ also enjoys the doodle feature

✧ but he uses the filter with the clout glasses unironically--

✧ usually when smth good happens to him and he feels happy and/or cool about it

✧ “just beat the boss in this game on my 69th try B)”

✧ “kogane, that’s--”

✧ plays sc games with you and thinks bitmojis r cool

✧ kinda sad he cant find a hair option that matches him tho lolol rip

✧ you: “you hair’s just,,, unique,,,”

✧ subscribed to anything sports and fitness, as well as pop culture so he can stay in the loop

✧ also watches everyone else’s stories, pointing out whenever he sees smthing cool and/or interesting

✧ “woahh, karasuno’s at nationals right now! i wish we could’ve won, but next year for sure!!”

✧ you encourage him at all his games, hyping him up irl and online

✧ “koganegawa: best setter 😍!!”

✧ luckily you didnt record the parts he completely messed up LOL

semi

✧ before going out with you, snaps you a pic of his casual outfit like:

✧ semi: “does this look ok”

✧ you: “babe you look great, tendou was just messing with you”

✧ will make unwanted appearances on tendou’s snap and complains to you about them

✧ “i didnt consent to being part of his meme page” and

✧ “okay, but he didn’t only have to share all the moments i messed up--”

✧ also indifferent about streaks but will do them

✧ sometimes sends snaps/streaks indicating he’s practicing his music

✧ when you see these you usually ask him to send you vids or if you can come over n watch

✧ initially is a bit shy about it but he loves what he does and you and knows you’re genuinely interested and supportive so he agrees

✧ secretly rlly enjoys having you as his personal audience

✧ lowkey into asmr, like the soap cutting shit as well as chewing crunchy things

✧ also watches food porn and clips of mukbangs, then can’t resist going on youtube and watching the whole thing

✧ “y/n, can we try this, it looks so good--”

✧ will also often watch oikawa’s stories, especially his ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ and makes comments about him being an idiot

✧ “this kid he’s talking about is a savage”

✧ but admits they’re quite entertaining

✧ just looks serious in all the selfies you take with him

✧ you: “can you look like you’re enjoying yourself?”

✧ semi: “i look cooler like this tho”

✧ sc memories filled with shenanigans from you and the volleyball team, doodles, and mirror selfies with him experimenting diff looks (you: “tendou, you got him way too concerned about this”)

✧ also enjoys showing off he’s with you, taking a short video of you when you hang out

✧ you: “semi, i look bad right now”

✧ semi: “but you can never look bad”

✧ you: “🥺 bb”

✧ viewers: “aw”

✧ shiratorizawa: “can he be this nice with us LOL”

shirabu

✧ his main mode of communication with you is mostly through the regular messaging app, so he doesn’t use sc too much

✧ also doesn’t care for streaks and is bad at keeping them

✧ will answer to you or his senpais rather soon tho

✧ but lets all his other notifications pile up a bit before finally going thru them

✧ goes through the snaps he receives really fast, spending like 2 seconds each to look at them cuz aint nobody got time for dat

✧ doesn’t even rlly open goshiki’s LOL

✧ you have fun using filters on him and taking videos while he’s just doing his own thing peacefully like studying

✧ it takes him a second to notice and when he finally looks up, he just gives you an exasperated look

✧ cue you cracking up with laughter bc the filter finally shows up on his face

✧ his eyes and mouth are now on mike wazowski

✧ that, or his face becomes so disturbingly moRPhed like an alien

✧ caption: “ken-chan, my future medical man 😍”

✧ “y/n, please, this is like the 7th time in the last 20 minutes--”

✧ finally convinced him to take a study break and hang out with you

✧ which usually consists of snacking and light banter while you lay your head on his lap

✧ and scrolling through snapchat stories and showing him what everyone else is up to and cool things you’re subscribed to

✧ “loooook, dr. miami’s doing another butt job! is this the line of work you’re studying so hard for?”

✧ “no, it’s really not”

✧ is actually very soft with you and likes having the photos and vids for memories

atsumu

✧ sends you snaps where his brother looks bad, captioning it:

✧ “this is evidence that im the hotter twin”

✧ likewise, osamu sends you snaps where atsumu looks even worse

✧ like, the mans passed out, looking rekt and open mouthed, drool seeping into his pillow

✧ osamu: “u still have time to break up with him”

✧ also lucky for you, atsumu also loves to take unflattering photos of you and send them to you randomly at like 2 am

✧ you: “nani tf when did you even take this??”

✧ usually posts a snap while he’s out somewhere like at a match, the gym, outside on a run, a party, or just hanging out with you or his frens

✧ however, makes sure you look good if you show up on his story cuz he wants to show you off

✧ doesn’t really care for streaks, but has a lott

✧ but also has a tON of unopened snaps

✧ is the type to send just a black screen n call it a day, or maybe spice it up by sending a pic of the sexi gym floor (a comeback) w his shoe in the corner

✧ will, however, consistently respond to you and kinda looks forward to ur snaps (secretly hopes you show ur face)

✧ but when you dont:

*in class*

✧ atsumu: *a smirk on his face* “your content’s kinda dry today”

✧ you: *your sexi desk* “my nudez ain’t free, i demand compensation”

✧ atsumu: *grasped his chin in thought, but angled the cam up bc he needa hide his phone in class lolol* “what if i... take you out on a romantic excursion”

✧ you: * your face but with ‘sausage’ filter* “🥵🥵🥵🥵 yessir, what u want”

✧ rlly only wants to have pics of your face wat a closeted sOFTIE

✧ likes to have content on his flashbacks

✧ usually has other social media sources to keep up to date with things

✧ actually rlly digs using sc filters, mostly ones that’ll make him look like a queen

✧ captions a selfie of you two like: “me >>>>>>> y/n”

✧ but nearly everyone who comments on it is like: “i think you flipped the sign, bro 🤥”

✧ judges ppl who are into soap cutting asmr (you will never hear the end of it if you also like it)

a/n: sc kinda dying for me, my use went from suga to an atsumu to like nearly nonexistent LOL

also o gawd i already have ideas here n there for a pt 2 so stay tuned fjxnwfesd hope it takes me less long cuz this one took me fkin foreva LOL

idk y i made semi like mukbangs but i feel like he’d be rlly into them--

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu reader insert #sugawara x reader #kageyama x reader #oikawa x reader #kenma x reader #akaashi x reader #koganegawa x reader #semi x reader #shirabu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu headcanons

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zonkutonshorrifyingpeenie · 3 years

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Ooh here we go with the brain juices cause I wanna explore the Forsaken Family’s trauma manifestations let’s-a go gamers. I’m writing this as I go so like, if this gets stuck under a read-more y’all’ll know that I either got far too dark, far too long, or both.

Obviously content warnings for talk of PTSD, unhealthy coping mechanisms, and generally sad shit. And general disclaimer that a lot of this is going to be highly self-indulgent and speculative, thank you.

Ok so, all three of them have some sort of trauma attached, be it bodily, psychological, or both. For the sake of making this at least somewhat coherent, I’m just going to explore each of them on their own for the most part.

Niru

The good doctor/surgeon-turned-necromancer has the most explicit Capital T Trauma dragging behind him, boi went off to war only to watch everyone around him die in increasingly violent or tragic ways, eventually going mad from despair and grief. The man that was dragged back to the Empire in chains was a far far cry from the man that had been carted away in the first place.

He was a jumpy sort even before the war, and his subsequent death and resurrection made very little difference to that, apart from making it more dangerous to startle him. While he does get lost in his research, thralls of the crypts learned fairly quickly to not try and interrupt him for anything, lest they be sent back to the ether with frightening aggression.

Sometimes he’s able to stop himself from instinctively lashing out at who or whatever scared him, but even on a good day it’s still an incredibly unwise decision to approach him from behind. This mostly stems from the front lines, even though he was primarily a medic, any unexpected presence or physical contact usually meant peril and/or mortal danger. And, with the reflex irreparably burned into his psyche, the “stab them before you die” response is a hard thing to suppress. Even if he’s already dead.

He has attacked Shemira a few times, luckily her magic outweighs his physicality and she’s usually able to stop him before he injures her. Though, there have been times where she couldn’t stop him quick enough. Sometimes she forgets that his anxiety is much more violent, quite literally, these days. She would never intentionally frighten him and he would never intentionally injure her, but unfortunately accidents can and have happened.

Graveborns can exhibit total bodily control, if they practice at it. Niru uses it to his advantage quite a lot if he can feel an episode or attack looming, even if it no longer functions, the cardiovascular system will still go into overdrive during a panic attack. He’s had enough “practice” at dealing with heavy attacks on his own that he’s able to literally shut off parts of his brain if he can catch it fast enough. He’s forced himself still as stone for multiple hours sometimes, just waiting for himself to bloody well calm down.

His nightmares are truly heinous. A graveborn really doesn’t need to sleep that much, maybe two hours at a time at a stretch, but Niru avoids sleeping even further than that. He’s gone entire weeks without resting purely to avoid being tormented by visions of the battlefield, and more specifically what he had to do on said battlefield.

He dissociates a lot. He could dissociate right in the middle of having a conversation, and often has. Most of the time it won’t even be a specific thing that triggered such a state, his brain just decides to shut down on its own accord, and it can be a while before he’s able to force himself back to the land of awareness.

Everything must be in its place at all times. No exceptions whatsoever. The crypt’s laboratory may look like the scattered cave of a madman, and in some ways it is, but Niru knows precisely where every document, book, vial, quill, substance, ladder, piece of equipment, candle, and match is. He was a slight neat freak when he was alive, but the war meant that the medical teams often had to be able to grab the correct thing at the correct time with less than zero notice, so knowing where everything is brings him at least some comfort.

Even dead, the mark around his neck of the rope than hung him burning as he struggled can sting and irritate him. Sometimes he’ll feel the choke against his windpipe, sometimes it’ll be the weird pulling of his spine, sometimes a tiny trickle of blood will just drip from the corner of his mouth for no reason at all. His body remembers his execution much more viscerally than he does, and frankly he’d like to keep it that way.

Shemira

“Aggressively defensive” would be a kind descriptor. She was well used to defending her marriage to Niru when they both lived, given how openly GNC he was. But when the trials started, it became much more of a stretch to defend, or even publicly sympathize with him, and she’s ashamed that she started falling for the scapegoating too. The propaganda against her husband ended up internalizing to such a degree that she almost declined the invitation to see him the night before his execution. She’s still kicking herself over it.

She can fall to hysteria incredibly easily, most of her emotional regulation is shattered from the months of grief and mourning she suffered, being able to do little more than sob on the grass in front of Daimon’s gravestone. Similarly, she can go days upon days without giving so much as a hollow smile, completely numb.

She has to be reminded to take care of herself a lot, past the bare minimum, anyway. Her health had been deteriorating from lack of care for weeks up til her death, seeing as she felt little reason to when her entire family was dead and gone and, at the time, never coming back. Daily anointments is pretty much the only thing she does consistently, and even that is only due to Niru and Daimon doing it with her.

Any hint of sickness or injury in Daimon sends her into a fit, given how a mild cold had the ability to kill him when he lived. Oftentimes, Niru has to calm her if she gets particularly worked up over a small cough or a sneeze caused primarily by the dust of the crypts. Graveborns can definitely still get sick, and that’s lead to Shemira “helicopter” parenting in a few instances. She tends to forget that no new illness could lastingly harm the boy, since they’re, well... Dead.

Daimon

Even in death, his body is incredibly frail, more often than not just using Stitchy to carry himself around. Most of the last two or so years of his short life were spent entirely bedridden, barely being able to hold his torso up even on a good day. He is capable of standing by his own power, but with how badly his legs are atrophied from lack of use, it’s never for long.

It took an awful long time for him to find out the truth of Niru’s death since like... How would you even attempt to explain that to a child, much less your own? One of Niru’s requests the night before his execution was for Shemira to just simply not let Daimon know what happened to him, so she didn’t. As far as he knew, the reason his mum was so sad was because his father was still out there and just hadn’t come home yet. And even though on some level he knew why he was lied to right up until his death, the news still hurt.

He struggles with separation and abandonment a lot, he spent months in the blackness with only his own thoughts to comfort him before he was finally pulled back into his body, and boy jeez wasn’t it a shock for a mildly-religiously-raised boy to be greeted by absolute nothingness beyond the veil.

This family’s been through an awful god damn lot.

#afk arena #afk niru #afk shemira #afk daimon #forsaken family #i know i spend a lot more time in this fleshing out niru than the other two but like theres just So Much that he had to deal with #haretalks

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the-starless-sky · 4 years

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cozmez x Akan Yatsura / “FAMILY” voice drama track 2

Part 1 | Listen through Spotify.

Reo: And? You woke up this morning and he's gone? Aren't you overreacting~?

Hokusai: It's still only afternoon...

Satsuki: Ain't he just gone to the convenience store or something? And went to the game center when he's at itー

Kanata: Haah!?

Satsuki: Don't get riled up at that!

Kanata: Nayuta won't ever do something like that! He's never went out without saying anything to me... and I can't get a hold of him too...

Satsuki, Reo & Hokusai: ...

Iori: D'ya have... an idea as to why he disappeared?

Zen: Waka...!

Kanata: Last night, we had a fight...

Satsuki: What the heck, so it was a fight.

Reo: Aah, so maybe 'cause of that he felt it hard to see you face to face? I know that feel, you guys are siblings after all!

Hokusai: Really...?

Zen: What did you guys fought about? If it's alright with you, would you please tell us?

Kanata: He told me... to go out. He told me to go out more, and meet more people. He said that'd make me stronger.

Zen: I see.

Kanata: But I don't need that...! I only need Nayuta. Even so, he...

Iori: But it doesn't seem like s'all it was.

Kanata: ...!

Iori: To ask for my help 'til ya bow yer head, something ya've never done, means there's 'nother reason, right?

Kanata: Sometime ago, right at the time we got the Paradox Live invitation, I was attacked in town. There were three of them, punks targeting my phantometal.

AKYR: Oh...

Kanata: 'Cause they were trying to lay their hands on Nayuta, I beat them to a pulp.

Satsuki: Seriously!? You're kinda strong even though you're lanky, huh!

Reo: Monkey, you're noisy.

Hokusai: Kanata, what happened next?

Kanata: That time, they probably remembered my face. If they found Nayuta when he's alone...!

Reo: You guys have the same face, so if they misunderstood, it wont be pretty...

Hokusai: Dangerous...!

Zen: I see. So that's why you came to our place.

Kanata: This kind of thing... I know that I'm not in the place to rely on you, but...!

Iori: Aight! We should help each other in times of need. Got it, y'all?

Satsuki: Yeah!

Reo: Can't be helped~! I'll help you.

Hokusai: I'll find Nayuta. I'm good at finding lost cats.

Zen: Then, let's immediately divide the work. Waka and I will stand by here. We'll gather information. Everyone else go out to town, and search.

Iori: Ooh~! Ya look the part, don'tcha, Zen~! Ya look like those police detectives on TV dramas!

Zen: Please don't poke fun at me.

Iori: OK. Sorry.

Zen: Cough. Just in case, the search team is to move in groups of two. Decide the assignment of area and get in contact as appropriate.

Reo: OK~! Then, I'm grouping with Hokusai~

Hokusai: Understood.

Satsuki: Then, Kanata's with me.

Kanata: Y-yeah...

Satsuki: Be at ease! With this Gaia-sama, fearful enough to silence a crying child, we'll find one, even two little brothers in no time!

Kanata: Y-yeah...

Zen: If something happens, immediately get in touch and wait for reinforcement. Don't force yourselves.

Reo: Roger!

Iori: Aight, let's go all out!

Everyone: Yeah!!

(Sounds of train passing.)

Reo: Aah, I'm tired~~! Jeez~ We've been walking around all day, my legs feel like lead!

Satsuki: You've got no stamina at all.

Reo: I mean, to top it off, Hokusai tried to ask cats...

Hokusai: If only I can speak cat language...

Reo: Kanata, how's it on your end?

Kanata: We've got nothing. We couldn't trace his steps after he got out of the apartment...

(Hokusai picks up a call.)

Hokusai: Yeah... yeah... understood.

(Hokusai hangs up.)

Hokusai: From Zen... he said they didn't get any leads too.

Reo: Eeeeeh, seriousyl!? Zen-nii's an ex-police detective but he's no good at all!

Satsuki: Don't diss Zen-nii!

Hokusai: This area isn't Big Bro's territory, so...

Satsuki: But like, it's impossible to look around this much and get nothing at all.

Reo: Siiiiigh. Then, what do we do from now on?

Satsuki: We've got choice but to continue, don't we?

Hokusai: Yeah...

(Sounds of train passing.)

(Kanata stops walking.)

Kanata: Enough already.

Satsuki: Eh?

Kanata: Enough already. I'll search by myself from now.

Reo: Haa? What the heck are you saying?

Kanata: I said, I'll go search for him by myself. You guys don't have to do anything else. Sorry for getting you all mixed into this.

Satsuki: You...!!

(Satsuki grabs Kanata by the shirt.)

Satsuki: Don't look down on our chivalry!! [1] Nayuta is your family, ain't he!? Big Bro acknowledged that and agreed to help you. Just because we searched a little and couldn't find him, there's no way we'd just say 'yes, okay' and run with tails between our legs!

Reo: He's your one and only important little brother, isn't he!

Hokusai: We'll definitely... find him.

Kanata: Eh... but...

Satsuki: No fuckin' 'buts'!! You were searching desperately, lookin' like you're gonna die, didn't you? You got us in this far, don't pretend to be tough now!!

Reo: That's right, that's right! At times like this, you should just meekly depend on us! Right, Hokusai?

Hokusai: Yeah, that's right. It's okay to depend on us.

Kanata: ...

Reo: Hey... when you came to our place, you said you investigated the Suiseki group, right?

Kanata: Yeah...

Reo: Then, you knew about the raid, didn't you?

Kanata: Yeah, just the gist of it. I heard that in just one night, the group got utterly annihilated by something.

Reo: ...would've died.

Kanata: Eh?

Reo: Me... Satsuki, and Hokusai, too. That time, if our timing shifted even a second, all of us would've died.

Kanata: ...!

Reo: A deep red sea of blood... everyone died. I couldn't save anyone. Not the boss, not my comrades...

(Sound of crows cawing.)

Reo: That's why, at that time, I swore. That I wont lose my comrades, my family, ever again.

Satsuki: ...We're family.

Kanata: Family...

Satsuki: Yeah. For ordinary people, we might just be thugs, but for us, we're family. I was always like this since I was little. I get into fights quickly, and I can't study at all. Both my parents and my teachers all gave up on me - I didn't even go to elementary school properly.

Reo: Haha. Satsuki-chan's completely an elementary school graduate, after all.

Satsuki: Shut up. Everyday, everyday, I'm always pissed. If I hit others, they'd get scared. I feel refreshed, and thought I'd rise up with these fists. At that time, Big Bro took me in. Big Bro and my comrades taught me, who was abandoned by my parents because they thought I was uncontrollable - How to use chopsticks, how to eat fish, greetings, manners, and the right way to fight... patiently, they taught me, again and again, without ever giving up. Thats why I decided that they are my family. I don't care what others say. No matter how useless they are, I won't abandon them. That's what family is.

Reo: ...Me, too. I chose my own family. My blood related family has... how to say it? Broken up, and I haven't seen them for years. I don't want to see them, either. But it's not like I hate them or anything. Papa taught me hip hop, and Mama... see, she gave me this cute face, after all.

Satsuki: You gonna say that yourself?

Reo: But you see, my family... all thought that they're the most important. They make debts that Papa couldn't pay back, lots of things happened, and my family broke up. Aha, pathetic, right?

Hokusai: Reo...

Reo: Yeah.

Hokusai: There, there.

(Hokusai pats Reo's head.)

Reo: Haha, Hokusai's so nice... Unlike a certain shitty monkey.

Satsuki: Who the fuck would pat your head, disgusting!

Hokusai: Me, too. My father is in prison. We probably won't ever meet each other outside anymore, for life.

Kanata: Eh?

Hokusai: I'm the son of a criminal. When everyone knew of it, they all left me. Only animals don't look at me with rose-colored glasses. They always stay by my side. But, Big Bro and the others were different. They treat me as Masaki Hokusai, as a different person than my father. They told me to raise my head when we walk together. To them, I'm not a shameful person, because we're family.

Kanata: Family...

Satsuki: Yeah. We're not related by blood, though.

Reo: We didn't have any other choice but to choose our own family. But, Kanata, you have Nayuta, right?

Hokusai: You have to protect... your important family.

Satsuki: Yeah! Don't look down on elementary school graduate!

Reo: Waah~ how embarrasing!

Hokusai: Fufu...

Satsuki: Wh--, Hokusai, you too?

Nayuta: Kanata?

Kanata: ...! Nayuta!!

Nayuta: What are you doing in a place like that?

Kanata: What, you ask--

Satsuki: More importantly, where'd you appear from suddenly!?

Nayuta: Kanata... these guys are Akan Yatsura's...? What are you doing together?

Kanata: You idiot! We were looking for you!!

Nayuta: Eh? "Looking"?

Kanata: Where were you all this time!?

Nayuta: Where, you ask... um, I couldn't think of a good lyric, so I went out for a walk, and then I got lost, and I was tired so I took a nap somewhere, then... What did I do next?

Satsuki: Are you a stray cat!?

Hokusai: As I thought, I have to learn cat language...

Nayuta: Haha, what? What is it? Kanata, too, making such a scary face.

Kanata: Stop messing around! How worried did you think I was!!?

Nayuta: Eh?

Kanata: Saying "go by yourself", and disappearing...

Nayuta: Eh? What?

Reo: Kanata was worried that you got kidnapped by some punks.

Satsuki: He even bowed his head to us.

Hokusai: And searched for you desperately, you know?

Nayuta: Ooh... Seriously?

Kanata: Yeah...

Nayuta: No way... but...

Kanata: Quietly disappearing like that... I won't forgive you.

Nayuta: Kanata...

Kanata: I don't have anyone else but Nayuta. Nayuta's my only family. That's why, that's why... don't ever quietly disappear... don't ever...

Nayuta: Kanata... It's okay. I'm by your side. Always, whenever, I'm always by Kanata's side.

(Sounds of them walking.)

Kanata: ...Sorry. I got you all to walk around a full day and you guys even treated us to food.

Reo: It's okay, it's okay. We put the tab on Big Bro, after all!

Satsuki: Raimen-tei's soo yummy, right!? Honestly, I thought that cozmez's detestable bastards with cocky music and attitude, but we actually get along, don't we?

Hokusai: Haha. Then, we'll part here.

Reo: Starting from now on, we're rivals, okay?

Satsuki: Don't get into a fight, 'kay!?

Kanata: U-uhm!

Reo: Yeah?

Kanata: If, if you guys were lied to by Suise-- no, your family, what will you do?

Reo: Lie?

Kanata: Yeah. If kept an important thing secret.

Satsuki: Ha? That's no big deal, ain't it? Even though we're family, we'd still have one or two secrets we can't say.

Reo: Like the place where Satsuki-chan hides his favorite erotic magazines~

Satsuki: HAA!?

Reo: On the floor below the closet, it's obvious!

Satsuki: You bastard-

Kanata: Not something like that! For example, if it has something to do with your lives...

Satsuki, Reo & Hokusai: ...

Hokusai: Even so... no, if so, I'd believe them.

Kanata: Believe?

Hokusai: If so, it's kept a secret to protect us. A lie to protect your family. I won't doubt it.

Kanata: ...!

Satsuki: Yeah, that's right! I'm satisfied if I had to put my life on the line for Big Bro.

Reo: Me too, when I decided to follow Big Bro, I've prepared myself, after all.

Satsuki: Right? Don't look down on our chivalry!

Hokusai: Yeah.

Reo: Well, that's that, so...

Satsuki: See ya! The next time we meet, it'd be on the stage.

Hokusai: We won't lose.

Reo: Prepare yourselves, okay~?

(Satsuki, Reo & Hokusai walks away.)

Kanata: Ah.

Nayuta: What's wrong, Kanata?

Kanata: I missed the chance to say thank you to them.

Nayuta: Hahaha...

Kanata: What?

Nayuta: You made friends.

Kanata: Ha!?

Nayuta: It means, you have people other than me that you'd say 'thank you' to.

Kanata: That's...

Nayuta: Kanata. Kanata, you can change. You can get more, way stronger than you are now.

Kanata: That's why I said that's...

Nayuta: I'm with you. "If the two of us are together, we're the strongest", right?

Kanata: ...Yeah. If the two of us are together, we're the strongest.

Iori: That so? Good that y'all managed to find him. Yeah, good job.

(Iori hangs up.)

Zen: Did they find Nayuta-kun?

Iori: Yeah.

Zen: The only thing we can do is to watch over them. It feels kind of vexing, isn't it?

Iori: Yer right, but cozmez's a strong opponent. Can't let our guards down on the next live.

Zen: Of course, I will go all out! I have no intention to lose!

Iori: Yeah! Becoming of Akan Yatsura, let's go merrily an' flashily!

Notes

1] As in the spirit of helping the weak and fighting the strong, generosity, heroism - usually a term used by the yakuza.

#paradox live #translation #drama cd translation #akan yatsura #cozmez

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ivyglow · 4 years

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I don't know if you write for him but could you do 91 with Carter Hart? In a situation where he is just slightly tipsy

Hey there! Sorry for taking forever, here it is and I hope you enjoy it! 🧡

91. “Listen, it’s for science.”

Carter was great. In fact, during all your 2-year friendship you guys went through a lot together, from taking care of each other sick to celebrating your promotions at work. And celebrations are exactly the subject for today’s essay while you look in disbelief at your door.

You were busy with college and work so you were not able to go to Carter’s game tonight, opting to watch it on your TV while finishing some papers. From time to time you would send a message to Carter just so he would have something to laugh at the end of the game and thank god they won, that means no grumpy-harty to deal with.

That’s why you were in pure disbelief when you opened your door hours after the game, already on the bed ready to sleep, finding a slightly tipsy Carter looking at your with amusement.

“Tell you did not drive like this” you plead with your eyes almost closed.

“Nah, Tk got me in an Uber” he smiles displaying his red cheeks and squished eyes.

Damn you, Travis!

“Ok, get inside, I’ll do some coffee for you and you can crash on the sofa” opening your door wide you watch him almost trip to take off his shoes without undoing the shoelaces before finally getting inside.

It was not usual for him to show up drunk at your door after a celebration with the team, but since you knew better how to deal with a drunk Hart you were his teammates' first number to call.

“Why coffee?” He’s sitting at a stool, arms dropped at the counter and cheeks at the cold marble, head slightly tipped up so he watches while you start the coffee machine.

“It will help your drunk ass to sober up” you explain watching him play with the fruit basket.

“I’m not that drunk, y/n...” he rolls his eyes and you chuckle before going to your room to get him clean clothes.

When you get back Carter is playing with some cherries and you can’t help but suppress the laugh. He was usually very thoughtful while drunk, coming up with philosophical questions and wondering about the smallest things to ever happen, usually the questions that he didn’t bother to voice when sober, so you usually took serious his ramble, never making too much fun of it.

“What’s up now, Hartsy boy?”

“You know how to tie a cherry stem in a knot??” He asks making you furrow your brows.

“That’s a very random question, but yeah, I know” you went to the coffee machine but before you could get the hot and dark liquid to pour in the porcelain cup Carter voice fills your ears, he wasn’t finished with his question “using your tongue?”

“What?” You get the cup full and turns to him.

“To tie a cherry stem in a know using your tongue. You know how?”

“Ooh...yeah, I know in fact” you give him his coffee thinking about high school while he’s sipping and blowing. You used to do knots in cherry stems with your friends in the last years of school, it was a silly teenage thing but it used to be fun considering you got to eat the cherries after.

“You know...I read on the internet these days that if you can do it then you’re a good kisser...and I couldn’t!!!” He has his elbow in the counter and his head is held by his hand, anyone would tell that he was genuinely upset.

You wanted to laugh. Because he had was genuinely cute doing that face, and because you couldn’t believe someone as good looking as Carter believed in something so silly like cherry knots being connected to how good of a kisser you are.

“It’s internet stuff, Carter, it’s not like it’s one hundred percent true,” you try to reason with him.

“But what if I’m a bad kisser?!” He seemed disturbed and you rolled your eyes lightly before chuckling.

“That doesn’t make sense, honey, you’re just drunk.”

“I’m not drunk, y/n, I’m in the middle of a philosophical discussion here...and what if girls never tell me I’m a bad kisser because they think it would hurt me?!”

He walks to the freezer before dropping an ice cube inside his cup and taking two long gulps of coffee. You giggle with his eagerness to finish his coffee, trying to prove he is -or soon will be- sober enough to discuss kisses.

“If you were a bad kisser we would’ve known. Remember our friend Karynne?! She was 200% still into you after you guys hook up if you were a bad kisser she wouldn’t be in your feet until nowadays” it brings you a small pang in the heart think about girls that hook up with Carter, he was usually very private about it and you were grateful for that, but still, it makes you mad.

“Oh- yeah but Karynne wanted an athlete, doesn’t matter if he’s the worst kisser...” he argues and you puff your cheeks.

“You see, I think-“

“We should kiss.”

“What?!”

”Listen, it’s for science”

“Omg, you’re not making any sense right now, Carter Hart” you puff your cheeks again praying that it won’t be red as soon as he says anything else.

You wanted to kiss Carter?! Of course!!! Your friendship was full of lingering touches and pet names and midnight talks and tension, and people usually made fun of you two, but you were torn between going for it and risk get hurt or don’t go and never know how it would really feel.

“Scientifically talking you’re a good kisser, and besides you’re my best friend, I know you wouldn’t lie to me!”

You let out a nervous chuckle.

“You’re drunk!”

“Slightly tipsy when I got here, but now I’m sober as I can be, you know it” his hands are on his hips and he’s intently staring.

You groin before dropping your arms beside your body, it was hard to resist to Carter asking for anything, let alone Carter asking for a kiss?!

Impossible.

“Listen, this thing is probably fake news...” you start and he displays a full laugh, his head slightly thrown back.

“Yeah, so it’s our job to check it and prove either it’s really true or false” he seems determined and you give in, before sitting in the stools and holding his hand.

He seems to take some minutes to realize what you’re doing but when he does he’s fast to be in the middle of your legs. Right hand holding and caressing your jaw and left hand bringing your waits closer.

He seemed to know exactly how to hold you and just by that you could tell he was in no ways a bad kisser.

”For science, yeah?!”

“Pure science” he mumbles with his eyes closed, his face closer than ever and his hot breath makes you shiver.

He takes his time breathing you in, discovering a little more about your face using his lips and when he finally presses it together it’s strong and soft and it’s hot but cold and you can taste alcohol with coffee with a sweet point somewhere. His tongue is gentle, he may be eagerly judging the way he holds tighter to your waits, but he’s not in a rush and by no means he fights for dominance. It’s natural. Almost like you two do it every time.

You thread your fingers on his locks and your body seems to be on automatic when your legs go around his waist begging for more contact.

When you two put away you’re taking as much air in as possible. Your bodies still tangled, his hand still tight around you.

He smiles before pecking your lips and you hold him there enjoying the feeling of his soft skin against yours.

He chuckles.

“That means I’m a good kisser?!”

“I’ll need to do some more tests” you whisper before bringing his mouth to yours again.

#carter hart #carter hart request #anon #🍯 answers #🐝 blurbs #carter hart imagine #philadephia flyers #🍯 s writing #hockey imagine #nhl fanfiction #blurb

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did-he-just-hiss-at-me · 5 years

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"They'll forget."

warnings: implied suicide attempt(non-specific about who), long with no cut cuz mobile, angst, hurt/comfort

summary: "Remus cackled. 'Don't say that! They're definitely going to try to rescue you, and they'll fall for our trap!' Logan sighed, and his head drooped. 'No.' he said in a hollowed tone. 'They'll forget.'" (not an excerpt)

ships: implied dukeceit(beginning), implied intruloceit(end)

au: super au(my au)

notes: based off this post. sorry if you guys didn't want an au tied to it hgdjfjs. lmk if you want a sequel

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(Logan's POV)

Day 1

I woke up with a massive headache, and lacking the ability to see. I couldn't move any part of my body except my head. Where am I? What happened? I questioned internally. I didn't want to alert whoever put me here to the fact that I am awake.

My memory is a foggy mess. I can't remember much. There was... yelling. Or rather, fighting. I wasn't participating in said fight. I don't even think I was allowed to.

Then I was walking home. I remember having my hands in my pockets, staring at the ground. Not caring about the world ahead of me, just below. Maybe a tear or two slipped out, it's hard to remember.

Then I remember someone grabbing me. Pulling me into an alley, and kicking me to the ground. I saw two familiar faces. I got a baseball bat to the face, then darkness.

I coughed, loud. It wasn't intentional, my throat was really dry. How long was I unconscious? It felt like a whole day. Not good for my sleep schedule. Speaking of schedules, I'm worried that my boss has fired me from work by now. He has no patience.

"Hey, L's awake!" a familiar voice called out to another, the sound echoing down the hall. A chill went down my spine, trouble was coming. Footsteps came after the echoing voice. They got louder and louder, fast.

"Heh, You sure that wasn't the other guy?" another voice appeared. It sounded sinister. "Dee, what other guy...? Did you proceed with a kidnapping without me?!" The first voice again. "No no, I'm kidding, Logan's the only one we got right now."

I tried my hardest to appear unconscious, but hearing what was supposedly my name caught me off guard. Logan. That's who I am, right.

It comes back to me now. I am Logan Everton. Natural-born Super with technologic-based abilities. I go by the codename Digit. I am a Super with good intentions.

I remember what happened before I got here. My common allies(though they would refer to us as "friends"), Patton 'Heartbeat' Harper, Roman 'Magma' Aveyard, & Virgil 'Specter' Deckett, were at Roman's place, having a fight. Our team ethic was going awry and it was making everything harder, our successful missions being smaller than our unsuccessful ones.

I had remained quiet most of the conversation, but that's because nobody would let me speak. I'd try to pitch in, steer everyone to a positive outcome, but they'd either yell over me or tell me to stop.

11. I counted. That's how many times I had been shut down. After that, I had enough. I grabbed my backpack, and left without a sound. Nobody called out for me, telling me not to leave, that they would listen to me now. Not at all.

As I shut Roman's front door, I had let out a big sigh. Hands in my pockets, I walked down the sidewalk to my house. It was just a couple blocks away, I would've made it. But back then I didn't care. I started to cry, but I didn't care.

But suddenly I was pulled into an alleyway. I was so caught off guard that I was unable to resist being kicked to the ground and knocked out with a baseball bat. I remember seeing the faces of the two men who grabbed me; Roman's ostracized brother, Remus 'Psycho' Aveyard, and Ethan 'Deceit' Helquist. A common enemy of ours. I now was able to match the voices I just heard to the faces. They got me, and now I'm doomed.

Somebody pulled whatever was over my eyes off my face. Regardless I still tried to look unconscious, but they weren't having it. "Open your eyes Logan, that's not going to work on us." Ethan sneered. I opened my eyes and glared at Ethan. "What do you want from me." I wanted answers.

"Ooh, straightforward now, aren't we nerd? You usually want to know details first, haha!" cackled Remus. "Shut it Rem, this is my turn." snapped Ethan. "We don't want anything from you... yet. For now, you have one, simple purpose... heh..." he chuckled. This could not be good. This guy is a expert manipulator; which is boosted by his powers of deception, hypnosis, and "glamour"(which according to Lo's research, meant you can disguise yourself). Ethan's powers didn't last long, but they were effective.

"I said it once. And I'll say it again." I started to demand. "What. Do. You. Want. What is your plan." I needed to contact the others and let them know what is happening. They wouldn't know otherwise.

Ethan put his hands down on the arms of the chair I was strapped to, his hands just barely touching mine. His face was 1/2 of a foot from mine. "I know your tricks, Lo~. I confiscated your technology, you cannot contact your little 'pals'. Anyways, until your teammates get here, you're just bait. You will lure them here. After all, what will your team be without their smart team member?" Ethan explained with an evil smirk. Right, how did I not realize that? My head still hurts, it's making it hard to think clearly.

"And yet, your plan is still flawed." I dead-panned. "What. Did you. Say?" Ethan growled back, moving his head back a little and grabbing me by my shirt.

"I told you, your plan has a loophole, and it's being exploited right now whether my friends know it or not." "What are you talking about, dork? Our plan is perfect!" Remus cackled once more.

"They're not coming."

Silence settled upon the room. A stunned Ethan gently let go of my shirt, & took a couple steps back. He let out a laugh of disbelief. "You must be joking! Seriously?! Why wouldn't they come for YOU?!"

"Because they don't know I'm missing. And they never will, because they don't want to know." I paused for a moment, tearing up a little. Not enough for them to notice, but it's there. "They don't care about me."

Remus started laughing, killing the sad moment. "HAH, I don't believe that for a second, four-eyes!" His face was filled with disbelief and mania. "You...Your friends need you, why wouldn't they come for you! You're so valuable to them, which is why we chose you in the first place!" he cackled once more.

"Well, you made a poor choice then. Anyone would have been better than me..."

Ethan snapped out of his stunned state. "Don't think that you can fool us so easily, Digit." he glared, putting emphasis on my nickname. "Remus?" he called for the male's attention.

"Yes, Double Dee~?" he responded with a wink.

"I told you, stop calling me that. Now, go get our prisoner food. Probably McDonalds or something."

"Will do, ya snake-charmer!" Remus winked again. Remus ran out.

"Oh, and one more thing, dear prisoner." The words felt like acid on Logan's skin. "They have 7 days to get here. Whether you say they'll come or not, they have a time limit before there's... consequences" Ethan warned, with a hiss at the end. He presented an evil smile before leaving Logan alone in the dark.

---

(No POV)

Day 2

Ethan & Remus returned to their prisoner early that morning, and hung around. Eventually they transferred Logan from being tied to a chair to a window-less bedroom with a locked door. It was actually a nice room to be in. The bed was super comfy, there was a TV with a DVD player(plus many dvds), a table and chair, and a bookshelf. On the table, Remus left him a notepad and pencil to write on if Logan needed anything, as there was enough room under the door to slip paper through. Logan never used it that day though, he just sat around in his room and sulked, knowing how this wasn't going to turn out for his enemies. The only time he got up was for food, which was always fast food. At least they were generous enough to give him nice(ish) things. They could've just gave him a burger and left, But Logan didn't care either way.

Ethan & Remus never stuck around in the room, just checked up on him. But seeing Logan just laying there on the bed filled the two with an emotion they could not identify yet.

---

Day 3

Almost the same as yesterday. Today was a Monday, so surely someone from his job would wonder where Logan went, right? Nope. Ethan kept Logan's phone with him at all times and there were no texts, no calls, not even a message on any social media.

Logan hesitantly got out of bed to do stuff aside from eating meals. None of the movies available were ones he was interested in, so he got Remus to bring him some documentaries, as well as Logan's personal notebook from his bag.

In fact, the little maniac decided to hang around Logan a bit. Some of the documentaries Remus grabbed were unintentionally ones he liked, so he decided to watch them with his prisoner.

Ethan still didn't like Logan. That's what he says, at least.

---

Day 4

Not much happened, just the usual. Except Remus had brought Logan a cookie with his dinner, a nice change.

---

(Ethan's POV)

I was sitting at my kitchen table, just staring out the window. I had my arm supporting my head while I thought about things.

Logan's proving himself right and I don't like it. But I don't get why. I should be upset because my plans are going wrong, but... I'm not.

Suddenly I felt hands covering my eyes. "Guess who~?" a voice asked in a sing-songy tone. I chuckled. "Obviously it's Remus. There's nobody else it could be."

Remus uncovered my eyes and pulled me into a hug, causing me to yelp. "You got me, babe!" he confessed, kissing me on the cheek. "Sorry for the hug, I forgot you don't like large, sudden moments of physical contact." Remus pulled away slowly and apologized, looking a bit embarrassed. Overstepping my boundaries is the only time he ever seems embarrassed.

"It's ok, Rem." I unintentionally sighed. Logan's still on my mind. My expression became a but more sad as I continued to think about the situation.

"Something wrong, Double Dee~?" Remus flirtatiously chuckled. He then noticed my facial expression and his smile fell. "...Seriously. Is everything ok? You usually let this kind of thing slide, Ethan." he queried worriedly. You could see the concern in his eyes. He only uses my full name when he's genuinely troubled.

"No no, it's not that." I reassured with a smile, as I grabbed his hand and held it with both of mine. Then the frown of mine returned right after. "It's Logan."

"Oh... is it because of you-know-what?" he questioned again.

"If "you-know-what" is the fact that his "friends" still haven't come for him? Yeah. It is..." I responded once again. Remus's face said everything. He recognized that Logan had told the truth.

"What's more, they haven't even shown a sign that they're planning to come get him. I tracked their movements across the city, not even a little bit of time was spent doing any sort of planning." I added on. Remus & I looked into each other's eyes. We saw the pain within ourselves. A familar feeling. An experience we remember all too well.

Seconds that felt like hours passed by. We wanted to cry. We were abandoned by those we trusted so dearly. Cast aside, all because of mistakes. Look what it did to us. We know the feelings experience during that time of loneliness. I don't want Logan to feel what we did, and I know Remus agrees.

"He... Logan's just like how we once were."

"Indeed, he is. And we're not going to let it remain like that."

---

(No POV)

Day 5

Remus & Deceit, to Logan's suspicion, made an effort to slowly welcome him. Remus was already doing so but only out of "sheer pity for the nerd". At first, Logan was hesitant. He had a bias against them due to them being villains.

Day 6

But by mid-day Wednesday, Logan had opened up more. He didn't understand it, but he just let it happen. He didn't care anymore. They're probably earning his trust so they can manipulate him against the others later.

Logan just wanted it to be over. During this past week, he had a lot of time to think. Enough time to lose hope in humanity. Nobody was going to rescue him. He was going to be forced to kill those he once loved.

He didn't want to admit it, but Logan was actually looking forward to his revenge. Not towards his kidnappers, no. They've actually shown him more acceptance than he's felt in a long time.

He wanted revenge on his former team.

---

(Logan's POV)

Day 7 - The last day.

Remus returned to check on me right on schedule. We talked a bit, watched a movie, he even brought a few puzzles for us to do.

Ethan, however, did not return until the evening. I had forgotten today was the "deadline" until the sinister man entered the room and dropped his backpack beside the now closed door with a glare towards Remus.

"It's time." he snapped. "Do you want to leave the room, Remus? I do not want to upset you, after all."

Remus gulped. "No... I want to stay. This is important for the three of us." he shook his head.

Important for the three of us? My body stiffened up and I squeezed my lower right arm. That cannot be good. Remus & I were previously sitting on my bed, angled right across from the door. The now terrified man got up and stepped beside his partner, who was now in the middle of the room, a few feet away from me.

"Should I hold him back, to make sure he cooperates...?" Remus questioned worriedly.

"No. You'll scare him." said Ethan as he stared into my eyes, never moving his attention. "But you already are, look at him." Ethan's previously tense stance had instantly loosened, realization dawning on him. Remus was right, I had now realized I was shaking, sweat was dripping down my back.

"Oh... Oh! I-i'm so sorry, Logan. It wasn't my intention." He bent down to my level and apologized. I was still stiffened up, though, and I turned my head away. "I'll let it pass." I finally let out as he waited for my response. His expression became sad.

"Logan, look at me. You need to listen." I hesitated for a second, but then turned to look him in his heterochromatic eyes. He seemed genuine.

"Today marks almost exactly a whole week of your friends not coming to save you. I originally had one plan, which you had no choice." I glared at him, moving back slightly. "But now that it hasn't worked, you have three choices." My eyebrows raised at the sudden proposal. I still remained like a statue, but now i'm truly listening.

"Number one. We let you go free, but... under one condition." Ethan paused for a moment. "You either give up all your technology-period-or, you let us keep track of what you do with any technology you use. We know your powers rely on having a gadget with you, Logan. We can't let you continue being a threat, but we also no longer want to see you hurt. You're a good man, you know." he confessed solemnly.

My expression softened. In the end, I didn't want to give up being a hero. The world needs me. But if this ends up being my best option, then I will agree.

"Option two, our backup plan in case you refuse option 1 & 3. In the situation where you refuse the before mentioned options, we will proceed with our original intentions. We hypnotize you with the intention to use you against your friends. We no longer want to do this to you, but if you refuse to cooperate we will do this." once more, his offer came solemnly.

I tightened up again, prepared to defend myself. I didn't want to know option 3, I just wanted to be as free as I can get. But before I could open my mouth, Remus spoke up.

"Why didn't you save that for last? I thought that would've made a better ending."

"Trust me, this one is a better closer in my opinion, Remus." he sighed.

"Finally, option 3." Ethan took a deep breath. This sounded like nerve wrecking answer for him to say. I wasn't sure whether to care or not. I just remained defensive.

At last, he let it out. "You join us. Leave your troubling life as a hero behind. Get payback for what the world has done to you. Or if you want to remain 'heroic', the three of us can become anti-heroes. Whatever it takes to make you happy." Ethan sounded serious.

Remus chimed in again, to Ethan's frustration. "Don't you want to show those losers how you feel about them now?! Smash their heads in?! Make them regret even wronging you once?!"

"No!" I lied, curling up into a ball on the bed. I didn't know what I want one bit. My morals are split in front of me, forcing me to choose one half and discard the other permanently.

The more serious of the two grabbed me by the shoulders, remaining at my eye level. "Look. I know you're hesitant to leave it all behind. You're used to one path in life. But we want what's best for you in the end. I know that anger is going to fester within you until you can no longer handle it, and end it all because there's nothing you can do about it." In that moment. Remus started shaking, crossing his arms and trying to calm himself. Ethan didn't notice, he was too focused on reassuring me.

"We were exactly like you once. Abandoned, by those we trusted most!" Ethan too, was now breaking down. "Cast away, all because of some mistakes! We had never known better! The problems built up within us, and corrupted us! And all the painful emotions of loneliness and betrayal along the way..." he choked out that last bit with a sob. "We want to help you avoid that part. We've turned out to want to care for you... W-we want-" the manipulator was now crying. Remus came up to him and slowly pulled him into a hug to comfort him, crying too.

"Shh, it's ok, Eth. It's ok, deep breaths." the maniacal one said in a way that seemed out of character for him. As Remus cried too, he rubbed Ethan's back.

I, Logan, have now come to a realization. They're serious. They genuinely care about me. Unlike anyone currently alive and in my life. I decided in that moment that my heart is right. I want what will satisfy my fury.

I got down to the ground with them and grabbed Ethan's hand, squeezing it periodically. "Ethan, listen. I'm here. Do as I say. Breathe in for 4 seconds..." As I began to help calm him down, he followed along. "Hold it for 7 seconds... And now let go for 8, and repeat." After about a minute Ethan was calm.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that side of me. You didn't deserve to know all that." he tried to confess. "Eth-..." Remus began to reassure, but cut himself off.

"I'll do it." I agreed, catching their attention. "I'm going to join you. You're right." I said as I stood up. I was going to say more, but I was stopped by the both of them getting up, and Remus pulling me into a tight hug.

"Don't worry, you'll fit right in with us. Everything will be just fine. We will never forget about you."

And in that moment, I knew they were right.

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ejzah · 4 years

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I would love it if you could do a story on everyone’s reactions when they find out Deeks and Kensi are finally dating back in season 6. I remember Callen naming in order everyone who found one by one. It was so funny.

A/N: So this takes a couple months after “Humbug”.

***

“So how was everyone’s weekend?” Kensi asked as she sat down behind her desk. She seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood that couldn’t be completely explained by the sunny day and the large cup of coffee she carried.

“Good,” Callen said vaguely. Rolling his eyes at him, Sam offered

“Michelle and I took the kids hiking.” He glanced across the room at his partner, suggesting that that was the proper way to spend a weekend. “What about you, Kensi?”

“Very nice. I spent a lot of time with a friend,” she replied, unable to hide a slight blush.

“Ooh, a friend,” Sam teased, his dimples showing. “Did this friend happen to be of the male variety?”

“Definitely male,” Callen decided. “I haven’t seen Kensi blush that much...ever.” Fortunately, Deeks walked in, whistling a cheery tune. He swung his bag onto his desk and greeted everyone cheerfully.

“You seem to be in an exceptionally good mood,” Callen commented.

“Maybe that’s because I had an exceptionally good weekend,” Deeks said, flashing a bright smile.

“Doing what?”

“Exercising.” He winked at Kensi, his grin playful.

“You’re this happy from exercising?” Sam asked, eyeing him dubiously.

“Yeah, it was very...invigorating,” he said, glancing at Kensi again who narrowed her eyes at him. She stood up abruptly.

“That reminds me, you owe me a sparring match.” Deeks followed her with surprisingly little complaint. As they left the bullpen, Callen watched them with narrowed eyes and then shook his head, chuckling.

“I can’t believe it, they actually did it,” he murmured to himself.

“Did what?” Sam asked distractedly as he looked down at his computer.

“They’re together.” He nodded towards the empty hallway.

“Kensi and Deeks? No.” Sam chuckled. “No way. We’d know for sure if they were.”

“You don’t think all that talk about friends and exercising wasn’t obvious enough?” Callen asked. When Sam continued to look dubious, he held up a hand and started ticking off points. “Ok, to start with, ever since Christmas they’ve been coming in at staggered times. They used to come in together all the time and never said a thing. They keep making pointed comments about their ‘extracurricular activities’, but neither of them seems jealous. Don’t you think that’s a little strange? I mean, Kensi usually gets jealous if a woman even thinks about touching Deeks.”

“Maybe...” Sam said, still sounding a little unsure.

“And, I heard them making plans on Friday to spend the weekend together. They clearly didn’t realize I could hear them. Some of the comments were...let’s just say, suggestive.”

“Damn.” Sam said, sounding a little stunned. “That means I lost the pool. I can’t believe I didn’t see it.” Callen shrugged, but seemed pleased that been the first to catch on. “How long has this been going on for?”

“Mm, I’d say around Christmas. Oh, did I forget to mention I saw them kissing out on the ice rink?” Callen added.

“You could have led with that, you know,” Sam said irritably. He shook his head again, then glanced down the hall. “I just hope it doesn’t distract them.”

***

“Ok, I have some things to take to the burnroom,” Nell told Eric, holding a stack of files. “I’ll be back in a few.” A few minutes later, she balanced the files on her hip as she reached out for the doorknob.

“Deeks!” Nell jerked back in shock at the sound of Kensi’s voice, half sigh, half admonishment. She stared at the door, barely breathing as Deeks responded.

“Sorry, I told you before I’m very sensitive there.” There was a noise that Nell very much hoped was just a kiss. After what seemed like a ridiculously long amount of time, he whispered, panting in between words,

“I thought, we agree-oh, you are so evil-not to do this at work.”

“It’s your fault for wearing those jeans,” Kensi said. There was a faint crashing sound-Nell hoped it wasn’t anything breakable. “Oh my god, you’re so ha-“

“Ok, and it’s time for me to go,” she muttered, giving herself a shake. Filled with a mixture of morbid curiosity and horror, she turned around and quickly started back down the hallway. Nell sincerely hoped she would be able to get the sound of their moans out of her head.

“Hey, I thought you were going to the burn room,” Eric said, passing her on the stairs. He was holding his tablet and seems headed for the bullpen.

“Um, yeah, but...something else came up.” She looped a hand around Eric’s elbow and pulled him in the opposite direction. He didn’t protest or ask what she was doing, which was good, because she had no idea what to say.

Half an hour later, when Kensi and Deeks finally showed up, looking remarkably put together but suspiciously chipper, she eyed them knowingly. Now that she wasn’t faced with the possibility of hearing something obscene, she found it somewhat amusing, and intriguing.

She also realized that both Kensi and Deeks had been way happier and ease the last couple months. She should have realized what was going on.

***

Hetty held back a smirk as she watched Kensi and Deeks walk into the bullpen holding hands. They were the first to arrive and clearly didn’t realize they were being observed.

Hetty had known something changed in their relationship the moment they returned from their shortened Christmas leave. Despite their best efforts to be discreet, it was obvious; there was a glow about them both.

Not to mention the fact that they kept trying to pretend they weren’t spending time together. She saw Kensi squeeze Deeks’ hand and then they separated, only then remembering to glance around them.

Hetty lowered her head before they noticed her. Apparently it hadn’t occurred to either of them, that the lack of physical contact was completely abnormal for them.

Holding back a sigh, she prayed that it wouldn’t interfere with their partnership, or their work. So far it hadn’t, but only time would tell. For now though, she intended to enjoy watching them squirm.

She would never understand how her very best undercover agents could be such deplorable liars when it came to their personal lives.

***

“You know, I think I heard Sam say he was going in there,” Eric said, stepping in front of the men’s locker room door, effectively blocking Nell. She frowned at him and he smiled back, like it was a perfectly normal thing to do.

“You’re acting weird,” she said, narrowing her eyes.

“No I’m not,” he insisted, swallowing harshly under the force of her glare. “I just don’t want you to walk in on Sam changing. Or anything else.” As he said the last part, he had to hold back a shudder.

He’d been trying to locate Kensi and Deeks. They weren’t responding to his texts and as a last resort, he had checked the locker room camera. It was set to record, but they rarely used it for obvious reasons. He wasn’t even sure the team remembered it was there half the time.

Which would explain why when he’d checked the camera feed, he’d found Kensi and Deeks in the middle of a heavy make out session. There were some things you could never unsee. He held back another shudder.

“Is there something going on in there that I should know about?” Nell asked.

“No. No, believe me, you do not want to see what’s going on in there,” he said firmly. Rolling her eyes, Nell tossed her head back briefly and sighed.

“Please tell me Kensi and Deeks aren’t making out in there too?”

“No, of course no...wait, what do you mean in there too?” He stared at Nell, partially relieved that he didn’t have to keep this a secret from her and partially offended that she hadn’t told him before this. “How long have you known?”

Nell shrugged.

“Mm, maybe a couple weeks,” she said, then stared at the door, making an exasperated sound. “Seriously thought they would have more discretion than this.”

“This is Kensi and Deeks we’re talking about,” he reminded her. “So what do we do if someone asks where they are or if tries to use the locker room?” Eric asked as they walked back to OPS.

“Try redirection and if that doesn’t work, pretend we don’t know anything.” Nell decided.

“I’m happy for them,” Eric said after a couple minutes. “You know, aside from the part where I had to see Deeks shoving Kensi against a wall and ripping her shirt off.”

***

“Do you think they realize everyone in this building knows they’re together?” Callen asked a few weeks later as Kensi and Deeks left at the end of the day. They’d made up some ridiculous and totally unnecessary excuse for why they were leaving together, exuding an almost unbearable amount of sexual tension.

“I doubt it,” Nell said, then added, “And it’s not quite everybody. What about the motor pool and Granger?” Callen nodded.

“I’ll give you Granger, but not the motor pool.”

“How did they find out?” Sam asked.

“Apparently Stewart overheard them planning a weekend getaway. It spread from there.”

“Unbelievable.” Sam shook his head. “They couldn’t keep it a secret for even two months.”

“Oh, they’re young. Let them enjoy themselves,” Hetty said, coming up behind them suddenly.

“You’re blasé attitude wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you won the office pool, would it?” Callen asked shrewdly.

“Perhaps.”

“I was so close,” Eric said sadly and Nell patted him on the shoulder.

“Cheer up, we always have babies to bet on next.” There was a series of groans as they walked out together.

***

Thanks for the prompt, anon! Hope this is ok.

A/N: I don’t know if there’s any situation in which a camera would be allowed in a locker room, for obvious reasons. But it worked for this scenario.

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #post humbug #sam hanna #g callen #eric beale #nell jones #hetty lange #anonymous prompt #ejzah fanfiction

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edengarden · 4 years

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HI! may i please have a male haikyuu matchup?

ok so i’m female, my personality type is infp and i am a libra. these always look so fun but i screw them up so imma hope i don’t this time. overall i’m a carefree person! i’m just trying to make my way around the world one way or another and i honestly could care less about what the future holds for me. i liek to think of myself as a kind person but idk. i try to help others before i help myself, i value others feelings and actions a lot more than my own even if i don’t show it and have a cold exterior. i am a super energetic person and i love to just live life i guess? i’m such a hard worker, everything i do and achieve was buit up from my hard work. when i am determined in something, i’m more determined than ever whether it’s out of spite or pure enjoyment i’m determined. i’m an independent person where if it’s not for enjoyment i want to do it on my own, i don’t want anyone’s help. all my schoolwork is doen alone and i try to avoid group projects to a max.

ok for flaws since i’m sure this part will be easier NAKSK: i’m going to get straight to the point i’m honestly a bitch. i have lots of self pity and i hate it. i’m a naive person who needs to look more for the consequences of what i’m about to do, i’m impulsive. im short tempered and get pissed way too easily over the smallest things. im such a narcissist sometimes and the somedays i see myself as the worst person in the world. im an insomniac who barely sleeps but i got that energy so- i’m only paranoid of one thing, i have to lock the door each night and check it at least three times before i can go to bed. but that doesn’t stop me from watching dateline HELL NO AHH I LOVE TRUE CRIME AGHH

i’m currently in college studying to be a forensic psychologist honestly have no clue why i picked that at all but i’m so interested in it. i play lacrosse and if i’m being honest, i started in middle school when i got pissed at a kid so i did it out of pure sprite. more so because i like the physical contact in the sport where i can shove a kid and the refs could care less. i love mentos, pumpkin pie, and plants. more specifically flowers i got a whole garden in my room and boy do i love it. I ALSO LOVE RATS!! i own four rats and i love them so very much rats get a bad rep and i’m sick of it dammit.

hmmmm i love classic rock! my favorite song is either win by david bowie or paint it black by the rolling stones. though i do love any classical music specifically played on the piano and in minor gives me those i’m boutta get killed vibes but to a bop. the first one piece opening slaps too tho don’t get me started

i lovelovelove studying i can speak 4 languages and i love chemistry to a max, i can recite the whole periodic table and i take pride in it. i am fascinated with how the human brain works and why we do things. i can play multiple instruments but primarily i play the piano and the double bass!!

my name is arsen (it’s russian my parents aren’t psychopaths i swear) and i’ve been told i fit it but i don’t know how to take that information SJSK i like to think i’m a fun person.

fun facts because i don’t know what to add: after five redbulls and somehow not cardiac arrest i ran a half marathon out of pure spite towards my friend who told me i needed to get off by ass

i love to read lots!

i convinced my friend off of impulse to take a backpack trip across the us and then go to vegas and damn that was fun

i am on a mission to achieve the guinness world record for lowest limbo

i can walk on my big toes and as well walk like a chameleon on my finger tips and toes

when i lived in russia i joined a roller derby team and KICKED ASS i love roller derby so much smh

i lived in russia and i love the cold sososososo much

ive been cliff diving, bungee jumping, sky diving with my dad, and scuba diving! i’ve been paragliding and it’s the best thing ever!!

like i saïd, i’m trying to live life! i try not to live in fear and when things get rough remember to enjoy the little moments and make the best of what we have.

my first job was at a cemetery and it taught me so much, i loved that job.

in a partner i look for someone who is determined, a hardworker and is dedicated to a relationship. someone who shares aspects of my personality or the complete opposite that i can just vent to. i want someone who can laugh with me and that i can cry against when i need to. i want someone who i can just live life with and be proud of, and at the end of the day cuddle under the stars.

am i supposed to put appearance, i don’t know? i have medium length black hair that’s pretty wavy and black bangs that grow out towards my sides sort of like curtain bangs i don’t know how to explain oops it’s pretty thin but i think i pull it off well! (self confidence for the win 😤✋) i have light green eyes and a very cheeky smile which is my favorite part of me! i have a very athletic build and big ass thighs oops. my legs are longg and i’m 5’9 so i’m pretty tall. my skin is pretty clear and i’m very pale.

thank you very much for your time and i hope you have a good day!

:)))

AHAHA JOINING A SPORT OUT OF PURE SPITE THATS SO FUNNYYY

Do you,, do you kin Bakugou by any chance? You should kin Bakugou, you give me Bakugou vibes

I’m matching you up with Asahi!

He’s like,, your total opposite but that’s what you need I think!! Doing things out of spite is okay but only to a certain extent; he’d make sure you wouldn’t get yourself hurt.

Also you being so bold?? It inspires him, and I think you’d rub off on him in a way that he starts so assert himself a bit more (WE STAN PROGRESS). Aside from your Uncontrollable Anger™️, you’re such a well-rounded person and he’s so shocked by it. He admires it so much, and to be yours?? To be so close to you and see you in action and KNOW what makes you tick feels like a blessing to him.

I see Asahi as someone who’s never done something extreme, so when you encourage him to go skydiving, or even paragliding with him, he’s so fucking scared, but he sees the bright smile on your face and he knows you’ve done it before so if you’re so excited to do it again, it can’t be that bad right?? Long story short you push him outside his comfort zone and since you’re with him while it happens, it’s really not that bad. Boy gets super proud of himself after and you’re proud too and getting your praise and approval is so nice for him.

You’re also,, lowkey his attack dog? Nishinoya jokes about it a lot (“ooh don’t piss off Asahi too much he’ll set Arsen after you dude”). The team loves you, but they know not to fuck with you or Asahi lmao. ALSO YOURE HIS GREATEST MOTIVATOR. If buddy needs encouragement, your way of delivering it is so straight forward, almost SHOCKING and it gets the job done.

Songs!!!

- Money, Pink Floyd

- In the Lap of the Gods, Queen

- 12 Études, Op. 25, no. 11, in A Minor. Lento- Allegro “Winter Wind”, Frédéric Chopin (if this doesn’t exude your energy dude, nothing does)

- Joe the Lion, David Bowie

#haikyuu matchups #haikyuu!!#matchup #asahi azumane

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treasureboys · 5 years

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friends

who?: yg treasure box’s park jihoon genre: ☀️ type: bullet point

treasure map

han river, ramen and your boyfriend

did I mention he’s introducing his squad to you?

a/n: I’m falling for so many park jihoons 🤧, dedicated to my sunshine, @sohngf

disclaimer: pictures used do not belong to me and credit goes to their original owners this is purely a work of fiction DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERING

you know what’s worse than meeting your s/o’s family?

meeting their friends

so when Jihoon talked about introducing his close friends to you

you were sO SCARED

the fear and anxiety set it whenever he mentioned it

but you weren’t going to back out just because you were nervous

“haha friends from school right?”

“oh nah, this is my trainee team. My dorm mates! I spend so much time with them! :D”

*spits out water

“t-trainee team? y-yg trainees?” you stammered out

Jihoon takes your hand, “yeah babe, don’t worry! They’ll love you!”

“Isn’t there a no-dating rule? What if they snitch?

“They won’t and my manager is way too oblivious to tell. They’ll understand,” he reassures. “But if you’re uncomfortable, we don’t have to tell them.”

“I-I’ll see.”

Jihoon beams so widely his eyes become shining crescents. He leans over to plant a kiss on your cheek

“Thank you! I know you guys would get along so well!”

You nod uncertainly while flashing a smile, trying to remain positive

“Let’s go. I think people are starting to take note,” you warn, capping a black mask over his mouth and nose.

Jihoon tugs his baseball cap lower, then takes your hand and continues the ‘park date’

later that night, you receive his text

Jihoon💖: han river, next saturday, ramen picnic, you down?

read 8.09pm✔️

it takes you a whole hour to get the guts to read the text and another to formulate a suitable reply

You: of course!! Can’t wait!!

there isn’t a single bone in your body that can press send

*type type*

You: of course!! Can’t

*type type*

You: of course!! Ca

*type type*

You: of course!!

you know you’ll be getting -10 sleep tonight

saturday finally rolled around

you spent at least an hour picking out an outfit and doing your hair

the first impression had to be perfect

you wouldn’t settle for any less

“Just relax, love,” Jihoon soothed. “You guys will get along so well.”

As usual, your rather happy-go-lucky boyfriend was calm and collected, beaming broadly

He kept his hand entwined with yours, running his thumb over every few seconds

You guys wandered around the banks of Han River, scouting for a good picnic spot

It was such a relaxing place to simply chill and get rid of stress

Yet, all you could feel was the inconsistency of your heart rate

All the walking made you all the more nervous

“T-there!” You pointed to a shady spot underneath a large tree. “Good enough?”

Jihoon only grinned and began walking towards the place

He began to lay out the picnic mats and equipment

“The guys want to meet and choose ramen together, is that okay?” Jihoon read the message off his phone

Forcing a tight-lipped smile, you could barely manage a nod

“Jihoon hyung!”

Your head snapped in the direction of the voice

A boy practically galloped towards Jihoon and threw his arms around Jihoon’s shoulders, effectively knocking him over

They landed on the mat with a laugh

He seems chill enough...the wonders of youth

“____, this is Kil Dohwan,” Jihoon introduced

Dohwan greeted you with a toothy smile “Hi!”

Jihoon takes the initiative to introduce everyone first

“Okay, and this is ___, my...childhood friend. We’re really close and I thought it would be good if all of us could hang out together.”

you swear you hear snickers at ‘childhood friend’

oomph

Jehyuk and Sungyeon seem to have knowing smiles on their lips

oh my god…

“Shall we go get ramen?” Seokhwa? suggests. “Well, before Jyunhao faints.”

Everyone breaks into chortles before setting off for the convenience store

“See,” Jihoon whispers while discreetly slipping his hand into yours. “You will be fine.”

*walk walk walk*

everyone splits to get their own noods

and you find yourself in the same row as Jyunhao, the smiley Taipei boy

“So, ___, how did you meet Jihoon?” he asks, his eyes scanning the shelves for the right ramen packet

You bite your lips, unsure of how to answer without making it obvious. “Uhh, our families were friends so naturally, we met up and hung out quite a bit.”

Jyunhao hums in response, his smirk smile widening “That’s sweet.”

O shit, o shit, o shit

He continues, “Which beef curry ramen should I get?”

phew...

*ka ching ka ching*

Treasure B is the broke students' gang I guess yg is your ramen sponsor today

Jihoon moves to walk with you but Yoonbin cuts him off, linking arms

oh.

“Careful with that,” Yunseo cautions. “Your container is kinda full.”

“Oh, thanks. don’t worry!! I can manage,” you reply politely

wow i suddenly love staring at my bubbling noodles

“Hey ___, you should add me on SNS. I’ll give you my number later,” he adds

“Sure!” You don’t mind having a new friend to talk to :D

“Sorry, it may be hard to reach me since...YG doesn’t allow phones and all...”

“No worries! I-”

you were about to add how hard it was to contact Jihoon all the time

“I’m sure you know what to do, considering the amount of time Jihoon spends texting you,” Yunseo pipes up with a wink, leaving you frozen and flustered

the strange questions stopped pouring in as everyone tucked into their ramen

talking to the boys was easy

they were all rather laid back and bubbly

and they shared their ramen :D

“I’ll clean up,” Jihoon offers. “You guys keep talking.”

our leader

As soon as he was out of earshot

Everyone’s gazes turned to you

them: ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

you: ಠಿ_ಠ

them: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you: (´･ω･`)?

I misused one of them didnt I? o well

“You know,” Sungyeon shifts closer to you

“Jihoon talks about you a lot. Cute, since y’all just friends.”

these sneaky bitches found out, didn’t they?

“He should. I am his girlfriend/boyfriend after all,” you shoot back, a satisfied smirk crossing your lips

For a second, they are shocked

you can’t even believe you disclosed that sacred secret

you snapped and did: that

Shookt to the soul

Then everyone erupts into cheers and claps

“I knew it!”

you can’t help but laugh too ? like they have this charm

“Treat Jihoon right, okay?” Seokhwa nods firmly.

Jyunhao scoffs playfully, rolling his large eyes. “If anything, ___ is too good for Jihoon🤪.”

no tea no shade just facts

“Jihoon genuinely likes you, ___,” Jehyuk reveals. “He doesn’t shut up about you. He’s like in love with you.”

oOF IS THAT MY HEART WARMING UP

The boys continue to spill tea, making you turn 20 shades of red and pink

Jihoon has always been your cheeky, sunshine-emitting sweetheart

he was a simple guy with tact and the ability to make you laugh

you’ve never really seen him in this light

the treasure light

“hey! what are you guys talking about?” Jihoon takes his seat on the mat, right next to you

he swings an arm across your shoulders, tugging you closer

he lowkey thought he fucced up but you go its ok bby

A bright blush colours both of your faces when the guys ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’

“We would love it if ___ hung out with us more!” Dohwan saves.

Everyone else either clamours or nods in agreement

Jihoon has the audacity to look(s) pleasantly surprised, he agrees without hesitation

“Hyung, you can’t keep them all to yourself!”

“Watch me. ___ said yes to my confession, not yours.”

That’s when you know that you’ve been accepted not only by Jihoon’s friends...

but by his family too

#ASDFGHJKL #yg treasure box #yg treasure box scenarios #ygtb scenarios #park jihoon

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thecandywrites · 5 years

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Pierce and I part 7

Ahh, we’re getting closer to he wedding! And as you can see I face cast Darcy. Just imagine her with blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. Those poor school boys didn’t stand a chance. Even their parents are like...yeah, I get it, come on, let’s go get some beads.

@royale-skeleton-key enjoy!

Pierce and I- Part 7

The first night that Pierce was officially moving in, you and Darcy set something special up for him and had your first ‘family meeting’ together and had Pierce take the ‘Daddy Oath’ which he swore on Darcy’s favorite My Little Pony book in place of the holy book to swear on. But you had the original Metal Gear Solid game play book that Jimmy had and that Pierce nearly drooled over when he saw it put under that so that he was swearing on two ‘holy books’. When Jimmy was alive and Darcy was old enough to understand, Jimmy had made her an oath like promise and when he died, you took on this oath and now that Pierce was part of your family, it was his turn to take up the mantle of the oath. You and Darcy had worked together and typed out an actual oath ‘agreement’ that you would recite and Pierce would repeat before solemnly swearing and then sign and that it would be put with the marriage certificate when you and Pierce would get married and if Darcy was ever open to Pierce adopting her, it would go with that too.

“Ok, raise your right hand and put your left hand on the “holy books”.” You instructed as Darcy held out the stack of books for Pierce to swear on.

“Pierce Khan Chassaran of the Gifted Titan Clan of the Chass family line. Do you so solemnly swear and take the “Daddy Oath”?” You began.

“Yes,” Pierce affirmed.

“Ok, repeat after me, I Pierce Khan Chassaran.” You began.

“I Pierce Khan Chassaran.” Pierce repeated.

“Of the Gifted Titan Clan, from the Chass family line.” You continued.

“Of the Gifted Titan Clan, from the Chass family line.” Pierce repeated.

“Do solemnly swear as Father, Dad, Daddy, Papa or any other title or term of endearment including my name given to me by Darcy Lillian.” You prompted.

“Do solemnly swear as Father, Dad, Daddy, Papa or any other title or term of endearment including my name given by Darcy Lillian.” Pierce repeated again.

“Do take up this mantle of responsibility.” You urged.

“Do take up this mantle of responsibility.” Pierce echoed.

“Happily, willingly, wholly, completely and in all seriousness.” You prompted.

“Happily, willingly, wholly, completely and in all seriousness.” Pierce smiled happily.

“To protect Darcy from all danger you possibly can, including the bogeyman and the monster under her bed and in her closet.” You did your best not to giggle because Darcy insisted on this and you could tell Pierce was trying his best not to laugh either.

“To protect Darcy from all danger I possibly can, including the bogeyman, the monster under her bed, in her closet and even anything that goes bump in the night.” Pierce added which got Darcy and yourself to both ‘ooh’ in delight as you got a pen and added that into the oath.

“To always, always, always take care of Darcy.” You stipulated.

“To always, always, always take care of Darcy.” Pierce swore as he made sure he stared right at Darcy and maintained eye contact.

“To always, always, always love her as your own daughter.” You continued.

“To always, always, always love you as my own daughter.” Pierce swore to Darcy.

“To always, always, always treat Darcy Lillian with love, kindness, gentleness, respect and dignity.” You specified.

“To always, always, always treat Darcy Lillian with love, kindness, gentleness, respect and dignity and same to you to Mommy.” Pierce repeated, keeping eye contact with Darcy before addressing you too.

“To never lash out in anger at her, to never loose your temper with her, to never take out anger or frustration or irritation on her.” You insisted and it broke Pierce’s heart to be saying this but at the same time, he needed to.

“To never, ever, ever, lash out in anger at you or your mom, to never, ever, ever loose my temper with either your or your mother, to never take out my anger, frustration or irritation on either you or your mother. To always use self control in all things.” Pierce swore and both Darcy and yourself smiled in relief.

“To never drink alcoholic beverages to the point of intoxication or drunkenness.” You specified.

“To never drink alcoholic beverages to the point of intoxication or drunkenness.” Pierce repeated firmly.

“To never smoke, vape, or do any drugs or abuse even prescription drugs either.” You continued.

“To never smoke, vape or do any drugs or even abuse prescription drugs either.” Pierce repeated because that was something that both of you had been so relieved neither of you did and wouldn’t start doing either.

“To never gamble or bring anyone into the house that would ever do us harm or make us uncomfortable in any way, no matter how close of a friend they are to you that when we tell you, they make us uncomfortable, you’ll believe us and take action accordingly.” You insisted and Pierce wanted to start stomping over Jimmy’s grave because Jimmy’s close friends were both Jared and Danny and Danny had given you rapey vibes for years and you put up with it because Jimmy refused to cut ties with Danny and he was the head of the household and demanded you respect that decision and Pierce had always sworn to you that he would always keep you safe from predators like that.

“To never gamble or bring anyone into the house that would ever do either of you harm or make either of you uncomfortable in any way shape or form and if anyone in my friend circle or family does, please tell me immediately so I can take action immediately and make sure they stay very very far away from you and I will always believe you and put your feelings and welfare ahead and above mine.” Pierce swore.

“Ok, that’s it for the yucky stuff, now for the fun stuff.” You hinted as you got to page two.

“To take Darcy with you hunting at least once a year and go fishing with her at least once a year.” You stipulated.

“To take Darcy with me when I hunt and fish, at least twice a year.” Pierce beamed proudly which got Darcy to squeal and giggle in delight.

“To take Darcy to the pool and to the playground regularly and go to Cedar Point at least once during the summer and take her to the movies and have Daddy- Daughter days.” You stipulated and grinned at Darcy’s personal request.

“To take Darcy to the pool and the playground and even McDonald's regularly so she can play and to Cedar Point at least once a year as well as Kings Island because we have to ride all the new rides every year. Duh.” Pierce repeated as if it was an absolute given which got all of you to giggle.

“And lastly, always do your best to uphold this oath.” This part you and Darcy say together.

“And I will always do my best in everything, especially upholding this oath.” Pierce grinned and the three of you celebrated being a family in the best way, by having a campfire in the back yard and roasting hot dogs and marshmallows for smores.

Only a few weeks after Pierce moved in, you took your parents and all your sisters and your best friend and all the women in Pierce’s family wedding dress shopping at Kleinfelds, which had always been a dream of yours. Your own wedding to Jimmy had been on a shoe string budget and while your dress was custom made for you by a friend of the family, her work on it being her wedding gift, all you had to do was buy the fabric which was still over a hundred dollars, but it had been excruciatingly simple and not what you really wanted at all but you were poor and had no other options at the time because of an injury your father had sustained that led to him selling the business and shortly after, having to declare bankruptcy. But now, things were different, you could buy any dress in the store, you could even have a custom gown made just for you if you wanted. And you were going to go all out on yourself. You really had your heart set on a gown by a Russian dress designer and you had even called ahead to make sure they had it in the store so you could try it on and requested it for your appointment and your favorite consultant Debbie. Pierce had not given you a price limit for this visit because he didn’t want anything out of your reach and trusted you to get the dress of your dreams and it worked out because he had a gaming tournament he was doing at home and you had made sure he had every conceivable snack and junk food stacked in the office for his ease of use which he thought was the sweetest most wonderful thing ever and even bragged and boasted on his headset with his playing buddies about it and he was the envy of the team after he came home from driving you to the airport.

But meanwhile back at the bridal salon...

“Hi, I’m Debbie, where is my bride?” Debbie greeted the group before you raised your hand.

“Hi, I’m Richelle Brianna, Brie for short,” You introduced yourself before you introduced your family and Pierce’s family.

“So what are you looking for Brie?” Debbie asked.

“Big, bold, beautiful diva, princess ball gown. I want to try on the Olga Malyarova princess gown with all the bling and the flowers.” You immediately answered.

“Oh absolutely, that will look gorgeous on you.” Debbie reassured. “Otherwise is there a price point we’re comfortable staying with?” Debbie asked.

“Nope, not at all since I’m buying the dress and everything with it.” You beamed happily.

“Well ok then.” Debbie giggled. “Lets go get you in that dress.” Debbie invited as you got up and went with her to her dressing room.

“So tell me about your fiance.” Debbie invited.

“My fiance’s name is Pierce and he’s a video game developer. He’s 25 and a whole eight years younger than me, so I feel like a proper cougar.” You giggled as your cheeks stained cherry. “And we met at his nephew’s birthday party, every Friday I always took my daughter to the same recreational center and he spotted me on the go kart track with my daughter and he caught my eye and winked and I nearly crashed because he was the hottest, most handsome guy I had ever seen in my life and then he bought me an extra race and he and his nephew raced with me and my daughter in the two seater go karts and while I didn’t win the race, I did beat him over the line and he took the loss like a champ and with grace and had really good sportsmanlike conduct which was a very good sign. And then when I heated up my leftovers, the smell of my food drew him in and when he saw I had a tray of brownies he worked up the courage to ask for one and then he sat down and we talked and we ended up both eating my left overs which he really, really enjoyed and we talked all night and by the end of the night he asked me out and I said yes and we’ve been going steady ever since and we were trying to go slow for Darcy’s sake but she’s been amazing and really welcoming because he makes me so happy and he’s been perfect and amazing with her and we’re building a custom house together and he helped her design her own room with it’s own secret play room that’s really fun. It’s a classic love at first sight but this was also a case at love at first bite too.” You laughed with Debbie as she cracked up at the pun as you showed her pictures of Pierce, Darcy and yourself.

“Aww, and that’s really awesome that you found such a great guy who is so good with your daughter, oh look at them sleeping on the couch together, all cuddled up with the bowl of popcorn, oh that’s just precious.” Debbie fawned. “Well let me go get that gown for you and we’ll get rolling.” Debbie assured you as she left and got it from a nearby rack and once she returned you were already undressed and in a special soft corset you had bought to help with this process so you felt you had a waist and your shoes that you had already bought when you were finally in the dress of your dreams, you started crying. You felt like a beautiful bride in this dress, you could envision yourself walking down the aisle in this dress and you could see Pierce getting chocked up seeing you in this too. You loved it. It was perfect, you didn’t want any other dress, this was your dress.

“I love this, this is everything I could ever want in a wedding dress.” You said as you used a tissue to wipe up your tears of happiness.

“Good! That’s great! You look so happy in this dress too.” Debbie cooed to you.

“I feel so happy in this dress, I feel beautiful, I feel like a beautiful bride and this is perfect.” You giggled. “Can we go get the veil, I want to go out in the veil too. I think that will help win everyone over too.” You urged before she left and got the veil and when you put that on. It was magic. It was perfect and you strut out of that dressing room towards your family.

“Oooh! Sexy mama!” Blossom hollered as you beamed proudly at her as you walked up onto the pedestal as Debbie fluffed out the long gorgeous train and you let them all look at it and take it in before you turned and lifted your veil and smiled so brightly it shamed the sun itself.

“Wow!” Everyone exclaimed when they saw it and saw you in this most magnificent wedding dress they had ever seen as your mom was sobbing tears of happiness to see you so happy.

“Do you like the dress Darcy?” You asked your daughter who looked like she was about to burst with happiness.

“I love it! It’s perfect Mom! You look so beautiful!” Darcy cooed happily.

“I agree, it’s perfect, I love it too.” You beamed happily. “What do you guys think?” You asked everyone else.

“I agree with Darcy. It’s amazing. And it’s exactly what you asked for, big diva princess ball gown.” Dura laughed as she wiped away her tears, her brother was one lucky son of a gun he was going to burst into tears when he saw you walk down the aisle in it.

“It’s perfect Brie, it’s so you!” Tessa exclaimed happily.

“It’s beautiful Brie, how much is it?” Your mother asked.

“Well within my budget, don’t worry about how much it is. I just want you to like it.” You gently dismissed.

“I think it’s amazing.” Belladonna beamed back at you.

“It is so you. That’s a Brie dress if I ever saw one.” Bianca giggled as she tried to casually wipe her stray tear away.

“I agree, this dress is you personified.” Blossom laughed as she sat on the other side of Darcy.

“Bula? What do you think?” You asked as Bula was in a similar state your mother was in and wiping her eyes.

“I think it’s one of the most beautiful wedding dress I’ve ever seen.” Bula admitted. “It’s perfect for you, and the veil is just...gorgeous, it’s all gorgeous. Pierce is gonna faint.” Bula laughed through her own tears as her daughters hugged her.

“So are you saying yes to the dress?” Debbie asked.

“Oh I’m saying hell yes to this dress.” You cackled as everyone cheered.

“So, seriously how much is that dress?” Pritha pressed. “Like how much of your wedding budget is gonna get eaten by this dress?” Pritha insisted as Dura, Shagar and Bula all rolled their eyes.

“You really don’t have to answer that.” Bula insisted. “Because it’s none of your business, unless you’re contributing to the cause you don’t have much of a say so Prissy.” Bula chastised her daughter who glared at her mother, hating that nickname.

“It’s six thousand dollars and it’s well within the budget allotted for it.” You finally answered her a little defiantly.

“Six grand?!” Pritha and your mother parrot in surprise.

“Yeah, and my other favorite dresses are Pnina Tornai’s and 10 to 15 grand. This one just happens to be my all time favorite.” You returned.

“Good heavens.” Your mother almost groaned.

“Mom, like I said, it’s well within my budget and my means and I’m making this investment and this is exactly what I want and everything I want. That being said I would really like to try on a blush reception dress.” You insisted before you tried on several of those before you found one you loved and got that too.

“Now, Little Lady Darcy, let me get out of this and then we’ll look for your dress.” You urged before you got off the pedestal and went back to the dressing room to get out of it. Before you were measured properly to make sure the dress would be made to fit you perfectly and once you ordered it and paid for it and got it super rushed because you and Pierce were getting married that fall, you went down to the flower girl dresses and it was Darcy’s turn to try on dresses and she spent two hours trying on almost every dress they had before she picked two, one for the ceremony and one for the reception and then you went to the brides maids department and had all your sisters, your BFF, who Blossom, Tessa and Dura were all your maids of honor and Pierce’s sisters and sister in law try on brides maids dresses since they were all your brides maids as you got Bula and your mother really gorgeous dresses too.

“Well with a budget like yours I’m assuming you’re getting all these dresses too?” Pritha presumed as she gestured to her deep royal blue gown.

“You don’t need to, we can get our own dresses.” Dura tried to argue as she adjusted her boobs in her own bridesmaid dress.

“Oh but I want to, it’s in the budget too. I don’t want to put anyone out.” You reassured Dura.

“I don’t look great in blue.” Prissy huffed as she appraised herself in the mirror.

“Well thank you for making the personal sacrifice for my sake or if you really detest it, you don’t have to be a bride’s maid.” You smiled as if ‘fuck you’ was written on your teeth and Bula, Dura and Shagar were ready to kiss you as Dura and Shagar actually did kiss your cheeks.

“That’s my girl.” Bula cooed to you before she addressed Pritha. “I think you look just fine Pritha, quit being so prissy.” Bula chided.

“I think I look great, I love the color actually.” Shagar beamed with a wink to you which made you beam a smile back at her.

“I agree, you look ravishing darling.” You cooed in your best transatlantic accent which got everyone to giggle.

Once you got all the dresses ordered and everything squared away, finally you got to take everyone out to dinner and stayed at a really nice hotel for the night before you flew back home in the morning.

Once you got home you were grateful to come home to Pierce waiting for you, a fresh bouquet of flowers in hand and a big beaming smile as Darcy left the group and went running into his open waiting arms as he picked her up and hugged her tight.

“Welcome back,” Pierce greeted you and you could tell he didn’t even bother shaving while you were gone and you didn’t realize how good he could look with a little stubble.

“Did you find the dress of your dreams Sweetie?” Pierce asked Darcy.

“I got two!” Darcy announced excitedly. “I got a dress for the ceremony and a dress for the reception.” Darcy explained as she hung onto Pierce happily, being so happy that Pierce was strong enough to pick her up like this.

“Oh wow, I’ll bet you looked beautiful in them too.” Pierce cooed.

“I did and Mom got me two tiaras! One for each dress!” Darcy cheered.

“Wow.” Pierce nodded as he gave you a scheming smile.

“And what about you Mom? Did you get two dresses too?” Pierce asked as he held Darcy up with one arm and wrapped the other around you.

“I did. You’re gonna love them.” You beamed before you went and got your baggage and went home.

“So how was New York?” Pierce asked as he held your hand and drove home.

“It was great, your sister Pritha though...” You began with a tired sigh before Pierce groaned as his shoulders sagged.

“Oh god, what did she say now?” Pierce asked as his face became pained.

“She was just being nosey, demanded to know how much my dress cost and what our wedding budget was and how much budget the dress took up and once she found out how much the dress was because I refused to tell her anything else and I insisted it was in the budget she suddenly assumed my pockets were insanely deep and wanted her own dress to be just as extravagant as mine and blah blah blah.” You waived off. “It’s fine, it’s nothing compared to my last mother in law because your mother was actually amazing and wonderful and I bought her dress and my mother’s dresses too and Dura and Shagar were awesome as always. So there’s always one difficult person in every family.” You phrased delicately which got Pierce to crack a grin because he knew how you didn’t like to cuss in front of Darcy.

“Well thank you for putting up with her anyway,” Pierce thanked you graciously as he kissed the back of your hand sweetly before Darcy went on and on about the trip to New York and once you got home Darcy announced she was going to play outside and promptly did.

“Ok, have fun, be safe.” Pierce and yourself bid her and she wasn’t out of the car but a second before Pierce parked in the garage, came around the car picked you up over his shoulder and carried you off to the bedroom, with you cackling the whole way because you were gone for two days and he didn’t bother to please himself, knowing you’d want to jump his bones the moment you got back before he threw you onto the bed, your whole body bouncing off the bed as you dissolved into a puddle of giggles before Pierce locked the door and practically stripped you out of your clothes as you did the same and you felt like he devoured you whole, which you absolutely loved. Pierce could always make you feel like you were the most desirable woman ever and making love to him was always a delight rather than a chore and you didn’t have to fake anything with him for fear of hurting his feelings. It was perfect.

A couple of weeks later was the first day of school at Darcy’s new school and you all had gone there ahead of time and met her teacher who was going to be Bro’s teacher too and most of his friends got into the same class too so that Darcy already had friends she knew already which helped her feel much more at ease about it and got supplies for the classroom and it was great. So you all got up extra early and once Darcy was showered and dressed, Pierce braided her hair in the most outrageously beautiful braids you had ever seen before and you couldn’t help but grin as you realized they were fit for a Khaleesi. Pierce put all the beads he had gotten for her in her hair in such a spectacular way to really show them off as you cooked breakfast for your family and once you guys ate, Pierce drove the three of you to school for her first day of school. Pierce had gone bananas going back to school shopping with Darcy and had gotten her everything she could ever possibly want or need, including a brand new wardrobe and even her own little laptop that he set up for her on her desk and the three of you walked her into the school where Bro already was there, eagerly waiting to show Darcy off as his new cousin and best friend and Pierce caught him almost trying to introduce her as his girlfriend too and had to give him a look to keep him from doing so. Dating was actually something you had all talked about and discussed and you had told Darcy not to date in school, in elementary school and middle school especially which was something Pierce was grateful and relieved to hear and backed you up on and as Pierce expected, nearly all of Bro’s friends thought you were just beautiful woman they had ever seen and they looked up at you adoringly and at your beads in sheer amazement and wonder and even thought Darcy’s beads were the most amazing and epic beads too and you could tell most of them instantly had crushes on Darcy too.

When you picked Darcy up from school she was so happy, she was friends with everyone in class, especially the boys and the next day, Darcy came home with her back pack being heavier than usual and when you went to do her homework with her, you found nine small bags from the bead store in her in her back pack.

“Darcy? Where did all these come from?” You asked her.

“Some of the boys in my class gave me presents today!” Darcy beamed happily before she went through them all and you simply sat there in shock and amazement before dread filled you and texted Pierce with a picture of Darcy holding the bags and you asked Pierce to please have a talk with Darcy and explain what’s going on when he got home which he agreed to before you called Dura.

“Hey,” Dura greeted as she and Bro shopped at the bead store, figuring you and Darcy’s ears were burning from knowing they were talking about you.

“Hey, I need help,” You laughed nervously as you left Darcy’s room so that she could do her homework in peace and went to the kitchen to have this conversation.

“With what?” Dura asked.

“Uh, an orc thing?” You winced. “Darcy came home with nine bags of beads from the bead store from other boys in her class giving her beads and she thinks they’re just being nice and they’re just presents and I know that’s not the case and I am at a loss as to what to do or how to handle it.” You explained.

“Holy shit, nine?” Dura gasped in astonishment.

“Yeah, nine, what in the world is going on?” You pleaded desperately.

“Ok so what you may not know is most orc boys tend to get crushes and fall in love really early. Like really really early compared to humans, because way back in the day, when we were warriors, our life expectancy was really low, most orcs fell in love and got married between 8 and 10 because orc girls start menstrating at 7 and by 12 they were considered adults and were already fighting wars and battles and by 15-17 they were considered middle aged and by 21 they were old and usually most didn’t live past 25-30.” Dura explained.

“Holy shit.” You breathed as your eyes went wide. “Well human girls are way different, we don’t get our periods until 10-12 usually and our bodies don’t fully develop or mature until our late teens and even when we turn 20, and getting pregnant while we’re still teenagers is very dangerous and hard on us, Darcy can’t...” You began to fret.

“I know, I know, I’ve been trying to explain that to Bro but you gotta understand that at this school, full humans aren’t exactly common and Bro tells me that Darcy is the prettiest girl in class, prettiest girl in the grade even and she’s getting chased pretty hard already so Pierce and yourself need to warn her and prepare her for that. Thankfully Bro’s been telling me that he and his friends have been taking care of her and making sure everyone keeps their hands off of her and they keep their respectful distance but yeah, a few of those bags are from his friends too and guess where we’re at right now? Because Bro is competitive and he’s crushing on her too and he has to get her the most beads and is using all of his allowance money to get her beads too.” Dura confessed.

“Aww, he doesn’t have to get her anything, really, she’s not actually dating them all by accepting all the beads is she?” You asked worriedly.

“No, she’s not dating any of them until she starts wearing some of their personal beads, every boy in school could give her beads and she could wear them and be fine. It’s when the boys start putting their stacks of beads from their own hair in front of her and she picks her favorite and wears that one that she’s considered dating.” Dura explained.

“Oh, can you ask Bro if that’s happened to her yet?” You proposed.

“I already did and so far that hasn’t happened, everyone is still in the ‘getting to know her and showing off for her stage’ so they’ll all try to pick each other up in front of her to show off how strong they are or show off the beads that are already in their hair to see which ones she’s drawn to or they’ll flex for her. Like flex- literally and figuratively. If Darcy could please take an interest in their grades so they try to get some learning done and get good grades, that would be very much appreciated.” Dura snickered as you did the same.

“I’ll see what I can do.” You giggled.

“So it’ll be ok, when I see her Friday at the Rex Plex, I’ll have a talk with her too.” Dura offered.

“Oh good, thank you so much. I’ll see you then.” You thanked her earnestly before you started making dinner.

When Pierce got home he spent well over an hour explaining the culture and the traditions behind the beads and talked about how Darcy should show discernment and went over what each bead means and showed her the online catalogs and even ordered a few of them for her so she could use those as references and really did amazing with arming her with knowledge and explaining everything so that she really understood it and even warned her about how there were beads about fighting or being fierce and that those beads while really cool among boys, could mean that they could hurt her or be fierce towards her and could mean they didn’t control their temper well and to not let anyone bully her or push her to accept them out of fear. That she was the one in control of her, not of anyone else and encouraged her to be very vocal because some orcs weren’t good at reading her facial expressions or body language so she had to communicate clearly what she wanted or needed and to not hesitate to find a teacher or an aid for help and you were so proud of him for being so patient with her and taking his time and putting forth so much effort with her. He was being such a great father.

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