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sidemenxyn · 7 months

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Boxing Match

Tw:fighting (professional), language,

JJ (ksi) x Y/n (afab)

The parts of the documentary will be in bold & italic.

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*small comical flashback*

Watching the Astrid Wett vs Alexia Grace weigh in, you watched as the face off began. Seeing your loving ‘boyfriend’ well… he’s your fiancé but right know your keeping it between your family and friends. You both wanted to wait to announce the news on your anniversary which wasn’t far away.

As you watched the face off, you heard Astrid say “if I had a boyfriend, would I do this?!” She went to kiss JJ. Your stomach drop till you saw JJ lean back dosing the kiss. Your boxing instincts kicked in. You wanted to fight her… (didn’t exactly go like that but it’s just a short intro 😂)

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It was the day, the day Astro’s was gonna get knocked out by you. You had trained very hard, even JJ was coaching you on the sidelines.

It was currently the morning, you decided to make a small documentary on this event.

You confidently said “Today, I’m going to knock out Astrid Wett.” JJ spoke “Today Y/n is gonna knock out Astrid.”

You were currently sat at your dinning table with JJ sat next to you. He asked “ready for the big day, babe?” You smiled “yeah,” JJ placed a hand on yours and said “your gonna do amazing, I can tell, I mean you worked so fucking hard.” You both chuckled “yeah, we’ll have to see!”

You said “I have tried day and night, I know I’m capable of everything if I put my mind to it.” Tobi spoke “I’ve never seen Y/n work so hard. She is like a female JJ, when she’s dedicated she goes all out.” Simon spoke “Y/n is an amazing boxer, god I remember when we filmed a YouTube video for her channel where me and the boys would train like Y/n. And all I have to say is she is very very confident.” (Clip) you are throwing punches at your coach as he wears the body punching bag. You had the look that could kill, you were lethal.

You changed into your gym clothes, you called “JJ, are we going over the studio?” From the bathroom he shouted back “yeah! Then we are going to your boxing gym.” You grabbed your bag and headed towards your front door. Grabbing a pair of your converse, you pulled them on and tied your laces. JJ walked over “you ready, babe?” You nodded and held his hand.

*small time skip*

You walked into the studio and saw all the joys including Logan and Mike. You smiled “hey guys, how are you all?” You were greeted by everyone. Logan spoke to the camera “I believe Y/n is capable, I mean look at her, she’s athletic, strong and smart. I believe she can win, definitely.” You are shown boxing one of your friends that too boxes.

*time skip to a the event*

“Listen, my prediction is, Astrid is getting knocked out second round if not third”You smirked. The video shows different clips of all your friends predicting your boxing match; most of them saying your knocking out Astrid.

You were currently changing into your outfit. It was all black silk with rhinestones on the seams and white rhinestone eyes on the hood making it look like venom. Walking out of the bathroom, you walked out into your changing room. You heard JJ say “my, my babe, you look badass!” You smiled and gave him a hug. You asked “does it look right?” He nodded “definitely, let’s take a few pictures.” That is exactly what you did.

You walked over to the camera and spoke “this is my official outfit, it’s venom theme cause he’s one of my favourite marvel characters.” JJ walked over “it’s a badass outfit, one of the best ones I’ve seen.” You put an arm around JJ and you said “it was one of my favourite sketches we made.”

You did some quick shadow boxing and some quick sparring with your coach. Once you were done you looked over to Jj as he waved you over. He placed his hands on either side of your face, he started his small speech “listen, your gonna do great, I know it. But you have this one in the bag. Do what you’ve been working for, you and I both have seen you go a long way and you are going to destroy her ok?” You nodded then he finished “you are going to walk into that ring knowing your the winner ok, go to your mental space and get into your best version of yourself and do your all!” He said “go fuck shit up, babe!” You nodded and gave him a kiss. He said “I’ll see you out there, good luck, love.” You waved him goodbye.

You watched on the tv in your changing room, Astrid was doing her walk out. You wanted to go second knowing you’d easily change the atmosphere in the best way possible and in a way to ‘intimidate’ Astrid.

You got ready, shaking of any possible nerves you made have on you. You looked at your coach as he said “get her for me.” You nodded, you grew up with your coach he was your dads best friend. So it meant a lot to you both this match, just like any other.

You looked at the grown as you started walking out. You stopped when you got the the beginning of the stage. Lights dimmed then started flashing, the lights beamed to the beats of your walk out song ‘you should see me in the crown’ by Billie Eilish.

As you walked out the kept you head down, making sure you seemed an almost mysterious person to the audience. You got into the ring, becoming that person you imagined yourself as. You finally looked up, making full eye contact with Astrid; pointing at her. You smirked, placing your right arm in the air hearing everyone cheering you on. The song finished, so your coach took off your boxing jacket off (I don’t know the proper name😂).

You jumped a few times, you walked towards the middle meeting Astrid there. You heard the referee shear a few words, you looked at Astrid with killers eyes. You touched gloves and went your corner. Your coach shouted “go get her!” You nodded and once you heard the bell ring, it was show time.

You threw a few punches, dodged a few punches and continued to do so. You were starting to see Astrid’s weaker spots so you threw a few punches in those areas. You heard the first bell ring, going to your corner you were getting some water and some medical attention before the next round. You heard JJ shout so you looked over and saw him say “time to knock her out! Get her for me!” You nodded. Getting up, you heard the ring of the bell.

Walking over, you started throwing punches. See her arms more dropped you went in for the kill. You threw a fake jab with your right then a real one with your left, a lower hook with your left then a strong right over hook to her temple. Watching her drop to the ground, then the ref ran over and waved his arms in the air. This is it, you won. Running over to your corner you jumped up onto the ropes. You punched the air, excited you did what you do best. You saw JJ run over and jumped up to get to you. You were pulled into a hug he shouted “Well done! You did it!” You smiled widely as you heard the stadium cheering and screaming your name. Your coach took off your gloves and pointed towards the referee. All your hard work paid off.

You walked back over to the middle, seeing Astrid back up and standing next to the referee which who was holding her wrist. He then grabbed onto your wrist, standing there. Moments later, you heard “and the winner is…Y/n ‘the reaper’ Y/l/n!”

You jumped up and down happy you have won, you looked over to Astrid and shook her hand. You said “well done,“ She nodded and said “congratulations.”

You ran over to JJ which pick you up and hugged you tightly.

You were back in your changing room, you met up with all the boys and the girls. You heard them all cheer as you hug everyone. You thanked your coach for helping you make this possible. You looked at JJ which held your face. He pulled you in and gave you the most passionate and loving kiss ever. He placed his forehead against yours and spoke “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

*time skip to few weeks later*

@Y/n.instagram

Guess who’s got a ring around their finger👰‍♀️💍🤍

Liked by: Ksi, wroetoshaw, tobjizle and more…

@Ksi: love you forever ❤️

–@Y/n.instagram: love you even more!❤️

Simon: can’t wait for the wedding

–@Y/n.instagram: 🩵

@taliamar: gonna make me cry again 😭

– @Y/n.instagram: stop, your gonna make me cry again too😂😭

And more…

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Can we just thank the sidemen for an amazing ten years!! Can’t believe it’s been that long. Also if you wish to ask me to write things then feel free! Hope you have a good day/night!🫶

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rebelwrites · 2 years

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Winner Takes It All || Eight Where Were You?

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Charles POV

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Valentina finally gives Charles a piece of her mind.

Warnings: Flashback of pure heart break, mentions of a crash but no details

A/N: kept this one slightly shorter

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

My heart sank as I watched Vali storm off, pinching the bridge of my nose I turned to Becky who was crying clutching her face. I couldn’t quite understand what she was saying but right now I didn’t care all I cared about was Valentina. I was having flashbacks of the day I walked out on her causing my own heart to break once again.

“Someone take care of her nose.” I muttered, pushing myself off my Ferrari, not waiting for Becky to start whining about the fact I wasn’t the one helping her.

I knew exactly where Vali would have gone, there weren't many hiding places at the track so I started following her, letting my legs carry me without much thought. I had already fucked things up with her once I wasn’t about to make things worse. I knew she had changed, and I knew I was the reason behind that. There was no sparkle in her eyes any more, I was the one that put out the fire in them four years ago. Part of me was hopeful that she still loved me but the sensible part of me told me she was acting like this because she was angry.

As I walked the track, my mind started to wander to that dreaded day four years ago.

Four Years Ago

My heart had shattered into a million pieces, just watching my words sink in was painful enough but watching the tears instantly roll down Valentina’s face fully broke me.

“Char,” she cried, stepping closer to me, reaching out clutching my hoodie. “Please don’t do this.”

Her cries were getting harder as the realisation of what was happening hit us both like a freight train going full speed.

I knew this was the only way I could protect her, Becky had her claws deep in me there was nothing I could do. Becky had been trying to get into my bed for the last few months but every time I told her to fuck off because I was happy with Vali, I didn’t need or want anyone else. But she didn’t like the answer I had given her so she started blackmailing me to the point I was at today.

Somehow she knew about Vali’s past and the criminal record that Jules and her father had managed to get sealed.

The deal was I break up with Valentina and start dating Becky or she goes public with the information. I knew how much this was going to break both of us but I would do anything to keep Vali’s career alive even if that means breaking both our hearts in the process.

“I just can’t do this anymore.” I lied, trying not to let my voice crack. I reluctantly shrugged Valentina off me, taking a step backwards putting some distance between us. “I just don’t love you.”

Another lie.

I couldn’t take the sound of Valentina sobbing, so I did one thing I also regretted doing that night. Instead of sitting down with her and telling her what was happening I grabbed my phone, wallet and keys and walked out on her whilst she was on her knees sobbing her heart out. The moment my back was turned the tears started to roll down my cheeks.

“Je ne cesserai jamais de t'aimer. I will never stop loving you.” I whispered as I closed the door to her apartment behind me, walking away from the best thing that had ever happened to me.

Present Day

Walking around the tire wall I found Valentina slumped on the dirt fiddling with the necklace that Jules gave her on the first race she won. I silently dropped to the floor sitting beside her, neither of us spoke for a while.

“That was a decent punch back there.” I hummed, hoping that it would break the ice between us. Since she had arrived in Monaco we had hardly spoken and it killed me.

“Why are you even here? Surely your girlfriend needs you more than I do. You know to tend to her broken nose.” she scoffed, not looking up from the dirt.

This was worse than I thought, Valentina actually hated me but I really couldn’t be surprised.

Taking a deep breath I thought about my words wisely before speaking again. “Yeah well she kinda deserved it.” I nodded, shuffling a bit closer to her. “Look I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Another scoff left Vali’s lips as she finally looked up at me, the moment I saw her damp cheeks and puffy eyes my heart broke for the millionth time. “Now you care? Where were you when I needed you the most.” Her voice was getting louder and louder as she spoke. “Where were you when I had my crash that cost me my first chance of World Driver Championship? Where were you when I won my first World Driver Championship? The two times I needed the person I loved the most by my side.” She pushed herself to her feet, picking up a small rock as she moved.

Quickly glancing up I watched her angrily launch the rock across the gravel.

“How do you think I felt finding out that I had achieved that title without Uncle J or you by my side?” She screamed as angry tears rolled down her cheeks. “I needed you the fucking most during those times Charles and you were with her. You never even sent me a text congratulating me.”

Silent tears rolled down my own cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I am so fucking sorry.” I cried, pushing myself to my feet, without giving her a chance to run again I engulfed her into my arms. “I let the one thing I loved the most walk away from me, I have to live with that decision every day of my life. For the last four years I have been walking through hell all to protect you.” I said softly, feeling Valentina clutch onto me for dear life. It felt good to have her in my arms again but saddened me that I might never get another chance to hold her. “One day I will explain everything to you but please believe me when I say that I have never stopped loving you.”

The two of us stood soaking in the feeling of being in each other's arms once again.

“I was there by the way, the day you won your first championship, I was hidden in the crowd.” I confessed, pressing a kiss against the top of her head. “There was no way I would miss seeing you claim that trophy.”

It was like a switch had just gone off, one moment Vali was clinging onto me like her life depended on it and the next she was shoving me away from her.

“You don’t get to do this.” She screamed, running her fingers through her hair tugging at the roots. “You don’t get to say these things and expect everything to be hunky dory.” Once again her voice was getting louder, and now Pierre, Arthur and Lorenzo had found us. “I didn’t want to fucking come here, I wanted to spend Christmas at home in fucking Italy, not here with you. You said I have changed.” she snapped, pausing for a second to roughly wipe the tears from her eyes. “Guess what Charles, I have fucking changed, I had to change in order to survive. I just wanted you to love me, not fucking destroy me.” she screamed. “Bienvenue dans ce putain d'enfer, vous feriez mieux de surveiller vos arrières Leclerc. Welcome to fucking hell, you had better watch your back Leclerc.”

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miyumih4 · 11 months

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A quick something I don’t think will ever be continued..

They haven’t talked in a while, a while meaning a few years but in those years not a day has gone by where he hadn’t missed him, but Eijun couldn’t reach out to him, he simply couldn’t because what were you supposed to say to someone who broke your heart?

Still he thought he had gotten over him, he did miss him but he missed him like someone’s missing their first love, you miss the feeling, the first spark of love between two souls and that simple but so mind blowing feeling of belonging, or so he thought.

But years later, he’s now a full on grown up with a grown up job and bills to pay and rushing hours to go through in this big, noisy city that’s when he realized he may not have completely gotten over his first love because has he’s running to not be late to his meeting he sees some big billboard a face too familiar to him to ever forget about it.

There in the big screen he sees Miyuki Kazuya posing for pictures, laughing at someone behind the camera. His heart stops and then starts again, beating faster and as he watches him move on the screen he gets flashbacks to hearing that laugh, of kissing his cheeks and lips and it’s like being punched, he still misses him.

He’s still looking at the moving image of the man he used to know, used to kiss and make him laugh when he’s pulled out of his daydreaming by his phone. He fishes it out and sees the athlete manager asking where he is, “he refused all interviews, you’re lucky he chose you!! The least you could do is be on time.”

And yeah, fuck that Kuramochi guy is right he shouldn’t be late it’s impolite but also he can’t be late because he was daydreaming of a past he hadn’t thought about it a while. In at least 3 days, always getting lost in what could’ve been.

He gets to the meeting place, a very small coffee shop, there’s only two other people inside and as he walks in he feels his world shatter, there sitting at one of the small tables, hands wrapped around a coffee cup is Miyuki Kazuya.

And to be totally honest Eijun knew, hoped that there was a possibility of one of the athletes being him, he after all requests for anyone available, not quite well known enough to make requests about a specific person yet. But being there in the same room as him years later makes his chest hurt.

“I.. huh, I’m sorry, I’m late but rushing here was a nightmare and people were running everywhere and I just got distracted for a little and then y-“

“Geez.. you haven’t changed have you? Still talking so loudly and too much.”

Oh, that voice..

“Miyuki Kazuya! Don’t be mean!”

A laugh, coming from Miyuki so easily that it has his manager and Eijun looking at him like he just cough glitters or something equally as weird.

“What the hell?! You know each other?! Kazuya, is that why you agreed to this? Asshole! You have to let me know these things! I’m you manager for fuck sakes!”

“It’s fine. He's just a childhood friend.”

“A childhood friend? Is that all I was for you?” It hurt more than it should. Maybe it was all they were after all, they were young and didn’t know what they were doing and all they did was kiss a few times but to Eijun it felt like the world resolved around Miyuki, around the two of them and that very small bubble they were in.

“You know that's not what I mean.”

“I don’t know what you mean, I don’t really know you anymore do I?”

They look at each other, the small place filled with tension. From the corner of his eyes he can see that Kuramochi guy moves, eyes going from Miyuki to Eijun to Miyuki once more before nodding and leaving with nothing more than, “I’m not gonna deal with this.”

“Well, you’re here to do exactly that aren’t you?”

“Do what?” He still hasn't moved from where he stood coming in.

“Know me. Isn’t that your job?”

“I’m not here to play your game. I .. this is my real job! I’m paid to interview people and this doesn’t seem like I’ll get anything out of you that is serious enough to write about.”

“I’ll do this seriously but first, please take a damn seat, Eijun.”

He takes a big breath and sits down across Miyuki ready to learn about him once more and of what he’s become even though he already knows most of his professional life but he’s sure he could force one or two personal information from him if he tries hard enough.

Tbc maybe one day

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atinydise · 3 years

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Follow the rules (Part 2)

❦ Genre: Angst / Fluff / Suggestive.

❦ Pairing: Seonghwa.

❦ Word count: 1K.

❦ Requested: Don't ever believe me again when I say I'm posting something "soon" 💀Part 1

❦ Tags: @scuzmunkie, @butterfliesinthenightsky 🦋

Once again, you stared at your reflection in the dirty mirror of the theater.

You fixed your hair, removed the tiny stain of lipstick on your teeth, and shamelessly opened another button of your dress.

“You can do it, girl!” You motivated yourself. “It’s just a date! You are a pro for dates.”

It’s been 10 minutes that you were trying to spot something wrong with your outfit or just yourself.

This guy that you met at a party, invited you to several dates before, but for this one, you felt a little bit more stressed or insecure.

He was so good to you. Always funny, complimenting you when you doubt your own beauty because of these stupid “beauty standards” or always available when you need to talk.

You were diving into your thoughts, daydreaming about how this date could end when you receive a text from him asking if you were okay.

Not losing another second, you walked out of the restroom.

“Oh Y/N, are you okay? You were there for a while.” He asked, visibly worried for you.

“Yeah, there were just a few girls before me.” You lied. “Let’s go?”

He nodded and smiled.

“But first, do you want a snack or a drink?” He offered, already taking out his wallet.

“Wait, I'm paying.” You put your hand on his. “You paid for the restaurant yest-”

“Popcorn and a cold drink such as iced tea?” He asked, knowing exactly what you want.

Understanding that he would probably not give up and pay for your snacks, you simply nodded.

“Thank you again.”

“Wait for me here!” He said before running to the shop.

Seeing someone devoted to you made you happy and thankful.

“What could happen Y/N? It’s probably going to be a good date too.” You tried to reassure yourself, fixing your dress one last time.

“Y/N?”

You instinctively looked at the person next to you.

It took a few seconds to realize that the worst thing that could happen, was just there: Seonghwa.

You hated the way with simple eye contact, he made you doubt your entire existence.

Even if Seonghwa changed a bit during this last month, he was still this handsome man he used to be.

His hair was dyed in black and a bit curlier than before. He was probably working out a lot more because his figure was a tiny bit more massive.

The way his eyes were piercing and staring at your soul, gave you this warm feeling that only he can give you.

“Y/N?” He repeated.

You raised a brow to show him that he has your attention, but that you wouldn’t say anything.

“It’s been a while.”

The thought of shouting ‘you dumb or what’ or punching him right in the face, came to your mind for 2 seconds, but you decided to play it cool.

“Yeah.” You simply replied.

Seonghwa was taken aback because of these short and cold replies. You were the only one talkative among both of you.

“Hm… are we cool? Or?”

“Cool?” You repeated. “What do you mean?”

“Are you still mad at me?”

This situation was so strange to you that you pinched your hand discreetly, to be sure that you were not daydreaming or hallucinating.

“Y/N.” He called you once again.

You managed to keep your composure but hearing your name from his mouth made your knees weak a little bit more.

“Do you remember that we are not talking or seeing each other anymore?”

Seonghwa scratched the back of his head, searching for a possible excuse or explanation.

“You made it clear the last time we saw each other.” You continued. “So you don’t need to come and check after me as you care.”

“Y/N…”

“Don’t Y/N me.”

“That’s your name?” He raised a brow.

“Yeah, then don’t call me.” You gulped, realizing how dumb this was.

“Y/- I mean… Can we just talk about what happened? I know what I said was bad.”

“Bad?”

“Yes.”

“I would say painful, cold, uncomfortable, hard, unpleasant-”

“Okay okay, I got it.” He stopped you.

“No, I think you didn’t.” You started, clenching your fist to not yell at him for everything he did to you. “You literally throw me like a toy. Okay, we knew our deal, just sex, but you could have been a little- NO. A LOT nicer when you rejected me.”

“I freaked out.”

“And I don’t care.”

“Can we talk about this later? I really want to see you again.”

That was one of the things you were redoubting.

After a month, the moment you finally start to turn the page and focus again on your happiness, Seonghwa comes back.

You hated yourself for already knowing that you would run to him without any effort.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?”

You turned back and stared at Seungyeon. He looked so cute with these 2 big packs of popcorn and the drinks hanging between his fingers.

“Ah, you there.” You smiled.

Seonghwa stared at both of you, trying to know the exact situation or relationship you had with this man.

“Hello. I’m Seungyeon.” He politely bowed.

Your ex-friend and benefits didn’t even blink. He stayed there, only staring at him.

“Well… we should go. The movie is about to start soon.” You grabbed Seungyeon by the arm, making sure to help him with the drinks.

“And what about my request?” Asked Seonghwa, before you could leave.

You sighed. He wouldn’t give up so easily. He would even sit next to you during the movie for sure.

“Can you take our seats? I need to talk to him for a minute.” You simply explained, embarrassed that this situation happens during your date.

“Sure, text me if you have a problem.”

You understand well that he was bothered by you staying with a man that clearly has his effect on you. But for the sake of this date, you needed to make things clear with Seonghwa.

When Seungyeon disappeared from your eyesight, you confronted him.

“What’s your problem?”

“And who’s this guy?”

“And why are you asking as you care about who I’m dating?” You crossed your arms on your chest.

“Because you are mine.” He sighed in frustration.

“What the hell Park Seonghwa.”

“I’m the only one who is supposed to touch you.” He added.

You rolled your eyes at this comment. Of course, he was only thinking about sex.

“Well sorry, but other people don't see me as a vulgar piece of meat like you do.” You started. “Seungyeon is curious about how my day went and not about which position we are doing at night.”

“Do you sleep with him?” He stepped closer to you.

“This is none of your business.”

Seonghwa was frustrated. He ran his hand in his hair and growled something that you didn’t understand.

“So, for your request. It’s no. You told me that I’ve shouldn’t f-”

“Does he satisfy you well?”

You blink twice at this sudden question.

“I told you it’s n-”

“Does he fuck you better than me?”

He was stepping closer to you at every question. Your heart raced and your lips went dry in a second.

“Does he make these things that you love the most in bed?”

“You are being inappropriate.”

“I bet you never told him your little secrets. Like how you like to be choked. Did you tell him?”

The proximity, his perfume, or just his presence made you get a tone of flashbacks.

These times you met, how he treated you well or how he completely made you forget your own name.

“You are mine. And I don’t want anybody to touch you.” He whispered, resting his forehead on yours.

This contact made you close your eyes so you could enjoy his presence once again.

“Just ditch him…”

You shook your head, “I can’t. He’s nice to me.”

“And I am too.” He kissed your cheek.

“He’s giving me what I want.” You gently rested your palm on his torso, trying to push him a bit.

“I can give it to you too.” He slowly went to kiss your neck, your weak spot. “All night long.”

His offer was interesting, of course. But you remembered that after this “night” he wouldn’t text you or ask how your day went as Seungyeon does.

"No." You pushed him stronger this time and stepped back. “I don’t want to be a friend with benefits anymore. I just want to be a girlfriend.”

Your heart was beating so fast in your chest that you thought it would explode the next minute. Maybe it would be the time where Seonghwa would change the status of your relationship or simply disappear as he usually does.

“I just want to be special to someone and not only because I slept with them.” You added, not liking the silence that settled.

“If you want me to be yours and not only in your bed at night then say it now. Otherwise, there’s a movie which is waiting for me.”

His lips parted for a second then closed right after.

You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded. “That’s what I thought.”

You pushed his hand away from your forearm.

“Excuse me, but I have a movie to see.”

You exchanged one last stare together, then you left to join Seungyeon.

The more you walked away from him, the more you felt your heart clenching in your chest.

When the door closed behind you, you brushed off the tear which was sliding on your cheek.

“Ah you there,” smiled Seungyeon when he saw you.

“Yeah sorry. Did I miss something?”

“Nop, only ads.”

“Good.” You sat down, blinking a few times to suppress the tears.

“Are you okay?” He asked, still worried for you.

You nodded, biting your tongue.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You whispered, taking a deep breath to forget this conversation.

When the room dimmed in the dark, you remembered that your phone wasn’t mute.

Just when you were about to turn it off, you received a text from Seonghwa.

[“Let’s finish our conversation.”]

You noticed that he didn’t write “tonight” like he usually does.

“It’s starting.” Whispered Seungyeon, when he saw you still on your phone.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” You apologized for not being focused.

[“K.] You replied before turning it off.

You felt bad for agreeing to meet Seonghwa while you were sitting next to someone who probably likes you.

“What I am doing...” you whispered to yourself.

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spencers-renaissance · 3 years

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I fear I will be ripped open and found unsightly

Summary: After Spencer fails his firearm recertification, the FBI believes some hand-to-hand combat and self-defence training is in order, and who better to administer it than the BAU's very own, Derek Morgan? Everything goes swimmingly until Derek decides to simulate an attack from above, and Spencer's thrust into the throes of a horrific flashback.

Tags: hurt/comfort, past abuse, platonic cuddling, angst with a happy ending, friendship or pre-slash, crying, panic attacks, flashbacks, episode: s01e06 LDSK, protectiveness TW: !!Discussions of Underage Rape/Non-Con including Molestation and Incestuous Sexual Abuse!!

Pairing: Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid (Platonic or Pre-Slash)

Word Count: 4.3k

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It’s a dreary day in late October when he fails his recertification test. Later, he’ll look back on this moment with a strange mixture of thankfulness and stone-cold dread, but in the moment all he can feel is the burning of his cheeks and the festering humiliation sat heavy in his chest.

Hotch is kind about it, because Hotch is kind about everything.

“Do you know what happened, Reid?” he asks with a complete absence of judgement, and it’s clear from everything about his body language and tone that he isn’t angry and he isn’t being critical, but Spencer feels his defences rising regardless.

He shakes his head and shrinks back in his seat, avoiding Hotch’s eyes.

“Did anyone do anything to make you feel uncomfortable?”

His eyes snap up to meet Hotch’s and he shifts to sit a bit more upright as he shakes his head with more vehemence this time. Sure, he didn’t particularly like the evaluator, but only because he seemed unimpressed with Spencer from the moment he laid eyes on him, acting as though evaluating someone who was doomed to fail was a waste of time.

Spencer can’t exactly blame him.

Hotch sighs. “Listen, Spencer,” he says gently, “I know you can handle yourself in the field and I know you can handle a gun just fine, but you know how many requirements were overlooked for you to join the unit in the first place, and you also know that your position in the BAU has been controversial with a few of the higher-ups. So, here’s the plan. I’m going to be your evaluator for your next recertification in two weeks, and in the meantime, I want you to do some hand-to-hand training with Derek to improve and consolidate your field and self-defence skills.”

Realistically, he knows that this is the best he could’ve hoped for, and he knows how hard Hotch and Gideon fight his corner when he’s questioned by everyone from witnesses to local PDs to the director of the bureau himself.

That does not mean he has to be happy about this.

He acquiesces because he has to. “Okay,” he says quietly, hoping he doesn’t sound as defeated as he feels.

“Reid,” Hotch says, redirecting his attention from the spot on the carpet he’s staring at. He waits for Spencer to look at him before smiling slightly and looking at him with a raw kind of earnest he knows is privileged to witness. “You know I’m proud of you, right?”

It’s Spencer’s turn to smile, brightening up from his miserable disposition slightly. “I do.”

⭑⭑⭑

“Hey, pretty boy,” Derek says cheerfully, slamming his locker closed just as Spencer enters the FBI gym. “I was beginning to think you weren’t gonna show.”

Spencer sighs, opening the locker next to Derek’s and putting his messenger bag inside before opening the grocery bag he’d brought his gym clothes in. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he says drily as he pulls out his clothes and heads towards one of the two private changing cubicles.

He hears Derek chuckle to himself before he calls back to him as he opens the door to the gym. “I’m gonna set up, you come through when you’re ready.”

Spencer procrastinates for as long as he can, making sure his shoes are tied perfectly and the bows are even sizes, folding all his work clothes as neatly as possible and placing them carefully back into the grocery bag, but before long, there’s nothing more he can do and he has to face the music. He inhales deeply, steeling himself for the next hour, before putting his bag in his locker (closing it with much less force than Derek did earlier) and walking into the gym.

It’s a fairly big hall that’s usually used for academy recruits, large scale demonstrations, and the various sports teams that have cropped up in different divisions of the FBI. Spencer knows that Derek currently plays basketball for the National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime team, the department that the BAU is part of.

Right now, though, Derek has them set up in a tucked-away corner, both hard and soft mats laid out on the ground surrounded by various equipment Spencer couldn’t hope to identify correctly.

“You took your time,” Derek says when Spencer approaches him, eyebrows raised and an obvious note of amusement in his voice. “But now you’re here, let’s get started.”

They begin with a short conditioning exercise that Derek says is supposed to ‘get the blood pumping’ but in actuality has Spencer panting like a dog and soaked with sweat within minutes. Maybe those higher-ups have something of a point. He knew he was unfit, but this is just embarrassing.

“Okay, now with the warm-up out of the way—”

“That was a warm-up?”

Derek doubles over with his laughter and Spencer can’t help but join in, despite how out of breath and red in the face he might be.

“It’s supposed to be, Spence, but maybe I over-estimated things a little,” he concedes once their giggles have died out. “Alright, alright, let’s move on to some basic self-defence moves. I know you probably already know most of these, but this is supposed to be a refresher, yeah? And to remind you that you can hold your own in the field, whether you pass your recertification or not.”

Spencer winces. “I don’t know, Derek, I mean I did fail every single physical aspect of the academy examination.”

“See, that’s what I mean, pretty boy,” Derek says, standing up from the mat and helping Spencer up, too. “You’re in your own head, and when you’re out in the field, you have enough enemies without making your own mind one as well. You know this stuff, Spence, I’m just here to remind you of that.”

“Alright,” he nods, holding in his sigh. He doesn’t mean to be negative, he just can’t help the way he’s feeling. The last week has been rough.

“Okay, so let’s go through front-facing attacks first,” Derek says. “What’s the first move you can do to protect yourself in that situation?”

“Elbow shield,” Spencer replies, holding out his arm and blocking Derek from coming any closer with his forearm acting as a barrier that Derek presses his chest against.

“Exactly, and what can you do to inflict damage in that position?”

Spencer responds by sliding his forearm up to Derek’s neck and applying light pressure, not wanting to actually hurt him.

“You got it. Okay, now what if I manage to grab you and pull you closer, what’s your move?”

He keeps his forearm locked to keep Derek from advancing too close, but this time he grabs his bicep with both hands and uses his core to bring him closer before he raises his shin and mimes kicking him in the groin.

“See, you know this stuff,” Derek says brightly. “The only note I have is to just remember to keep your thumbs in line with the rest of your fingers, not wrapping under my arm.”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense. The thumb is easily broken, although the most common injury associated with a broken thumb is actually damage to the larger bone of your hand, the metacarpal.”

Derek chuckles. “Exactly.”

Funnily enough, Spencer actually finds himself having fun as they walk through some other basic defensive movements as well as the best way to use tactical punches to overpower or debilitate an unsub or attacker. They frequently burst into peals of laughter, as can be expected when two close individuals find themselves having to do semi-serious work together, and before he knows it, forty-five minutes have flown by.

“Okay, I want to end with some more up close and personal attacks and the best way to stave them off, alright?” Derek says as he puts away the boxing gloves and pads.

Immediately, Spencer feels a small glimmer of nerves and anticipation for how this might make him feel, but he brushes it off. He knows he’s safe with Derek, and the whole point of the exercise is to defend himself. Nothing’s going to happen.

“Let’s start with an attacker coming at you from behind,” Derek decides, coming up behind him. “I’m going to cover your mouth, and you’re going to use your skills and knowledge to remove me, alright?”

Spencer nods, hoping Derek doesn’t read the hesitancy in it, and he supposes that he doesn’t because soon enough a large palm is tightly covering the lower half of his face.

For a brief moment, he isn’t a twenty-five-year-old agent training with one of his closest friends in the gym in the basement of the FBI Headquarters, but a scared and lonely ten-year-old in his childhood bedroom, trying to fight the persistent, evil man on top of him, wondering why his dad would do this to him—

He snaps himself out of it by opening his eyes and forcing himself to take in the surroundings, and before long instinct takes over and he’s gripping at Derek’s wrist and using his core and bodyweight to bend forward and free himself from the restrictive hold.

“Good job, Reid!” Derek says encouragingly, and there’s no evidence on his face when he turns around that he noticed any sort of hesitation or deliberation, so he suspects that his flashback really was only for a second, no matter how everlasting and all-consuming it felt in the moment.

He manages a shaky smile, and invites his next method of torture. “What’s next?”

“Okay, what if I was to grab your t-shirt and immediately start punching you?” Derek asks, immediately miming doing exactly like that.

Fighting the instinct to go into protective mode, he instead turns around elbow first and uses his other hand to mime punching Derek while his knee goes up to attack his groin.

“Perfect! That’s the spirit, kid. No unsub’s ever gonna get the best of you.”

Spencer blushes a little at the praise, ducking his head so he doesn’t have to meet his eye, but inside he’s beyond pleased, both with the encouragement from Derek and his own self-confidence he can feel flooding back. Maybe he really does have a handle on the more physical side of things. Maybe he isn’t just good for his brain.

“Alright, let’s finish off with some on the ground stuff, okay?” Derek says, sitting down on the mat and inviting Spencer to join him with a pat on the space beside him.

He hesitates a little, and this time Derek notices, his face softening.

“Listen, I know this one is a bit more uncomfortable than the others, but we’re almost done, right? Let’s just get a few moves consolidated and then you can go and have a shower and head home to relax.”

Spencer nods finally and joins him, laying on his back as Derek instructs. The vulnerability of the position has him feeling deeply uncomfortable, no matter how many times he tells himself that he’s safe with Derek, but he forces himself to lie still. If nothing else, he doesn’t want to reveal this very personal and private detail of his childhood to his best friend. He just needs to keep reminding himself that he’s safe.

“Right, let’s practice the pinned wrist escape, okay?”

Before he knows what’s happening, before he can process the words and prepare him for what’s about to happen, Derek’s straddling him and resting his full weight over his hips and his wrists are wrapped in a tight grip, pinned to the mat above his head.

It’s so sudden and the sensations so overwhelming that he can’t help the immediate fear response that’s triggered, because he’s not in the FBI gym with Derek anymore, he’s somewhere else entirely.

“No, please,” he begs, voice strangled by a sudden, all-consuming dry sob that heaves his chest, “please don’t, I’m sorry. I’ll be good, please, dad, don’t—”

His sobs suddenly overtake his words and he’s left crying pathetically on the floor, too trapped in the memory to notice that the pressure’s been removed from his hips and he’s free to move his arms, too consumed by the physical and emotional anguish that came with the abuse to hear Derek’s desperate, heart-broken pleas from beside him, begging him to come back to himself.

“Spencer!”

A voice finally manages to break through the fog of panic, and he slowly regains consciousness, the white hot glaze of fear and crippling memory fading incrementally until he can see the high beams of the gym ceiling, until he can hear Derek’s gentle, soothing words beside him.

“It’s alright, pretty boy, I’m here, you’re safe,” Derek tells him gently, although Spencer can hear the urgency in his voice, even in his scared and overwhelmed state.

He covers his face with his hands as his desperate, heaving sobs transform into wet, humiliated cries.

“Hey, hey, Spence,” Derek murmurs beside him, “is it alright if I touch you?”

He considers shaking his head, but really, he wants some comfort right now, no matter how much he’ll hate himself for embarrassing himself further later. He’s glad he does though because Derek very carefully and very slowly lifts him up until he’s wrapped up in a comforting hug, his face buried in a strong chest. He’s not sure he’s ever felt safer than in this exact moment.

“You’re alright, pretty boy, I got you.”

Spencer continues to cry, the overwhelm of having a flashback that intense still wracking his body, but eventually, he starts to calm down, the tension slowly bleeding from his muscles as he collapses, boneless against Derek’s body.

“Here, why don’t you have this granola bar and some water,” Derek suggests gently when his tears have dried up, reaching over to the edge of the mat where he was clearly hiding some post-exercise rewards.

Spencer accepts them tiredly, not moving from his position slumped against Derek’s chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Derek asks him once he’s sipped his way through half the bottle and the granola bar is gone.

As much as he’d like to get things off his chest, as much as he trusts Derek, he just— can’t. So he shakes his head and pulls himself into a sitting upright position, although he still doesn’t meet Derek’s eyes.

“Okay,” Derek says softly. “I’m gonna drive you home. Come on.”

Spencer numbly walks through the locker room and the halls of the FBI with Derek guiding him until they reach his car, and the motion of climbing in brings a little bit more awareness back to him.

“Thanks,” he whispers as Derek starts the engine and drives them out of the parking garage.

“Don’t be ridiculous, pretty boy. No thanks needed.”

They don’t speak on the journey home, and Spencer contents himself with looking out the window at the passing scenery until they enter the city and trees transform into tower blocks. His mind drifts, but he’s just grateful that it doesn’t keep circling back to the flashback, having somewhat successfully resealed those memories like he always does, pushing them down and smothering them with as much good as he can collect in people and memories and things.

The silence between them prevails until Derek steps into his apartment behind him, closing the front door and helping Spencer out of his jacket before hanging his own coat up on a hook and steering Spencer towards the sofa. “You are going to sit here,” he orders, picking up one of Penelope’s hand-knitted blankets from its position neatly folded over the arm of the sofa, “while I get some tea and something to eat. Fancy anything in particular?”

Spencer remembers the satsumas and macaroons Penelope brought over the other day and tells Derek as such, following the other man with his eyes until he disappears into the kitchen and he’s left alone with his hazy thoughts for a couple of minutes.

They pass in a blur, though, and before he can blink, Derek is pressing a mug of warm chamomile tea into his hands and placing a small plate of a satsuma and a couple of macaroons on the coffee table.

The weight of Derek sitting down on the sofa next to him, and the grounding feeling of his palm wrapped around his ankle, has his hazy mind clearing until he’s in a much more present and aware headspace, enough so that Derek clearly notices it.

“You feeling a bit more like yourself?”

Spencer nods, and offers a small smile, trying to ignore the curls of humiliation and self-loathing working their way up his throat. Thoughts he hasn’t had in years are bursting at the seams Spencer had sewn tightly around them, brought up by physical memory alone, and he’s trying to hold them back, but somewhere in the back of his head, there’s his dad again, whispering dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, di—

“Hey, Spence,” he hears, and he snaps his head up, his dad’s voice shutting up and making room for Derek’s — Derek’s soft and gentle reassurances, his promises that he’s here and he’s safe and everything will be okay. “You got a bit lost in your head again there, kid. You alright?”

Spencer sighs tiredly, and a tear runs down his face unbidden. He’s not crying exactly, just— leaking. Leaking in the way a tap that hasn’t been turned on for years does when it finally experiences a much overdue release of pressure. Leaking in the way Spencer Reid does when he has a flashback to the sexual abuse he experienced as a child for the first time in two and a half years.

“Spencer,” Derek says, and something in his voice catches his attention, something serious, something earnest. He looks over at him. “Spencer, I know what you’re going through.”

His cheeks pale and he can hear the blood rushing in his ears because those words, that means— surely not, right? How could Derek— how could he—

“It happened to me, too.”

And there’s the confirmation. There are the five words that have him breaking down again, tears splashing into hot chamomile tea and onto cold, cold hands, sobs wracking his sore and tired shoulders. No one should have to go through what he did, no one. Especially not— God, especially not—

“Hey, Spencer, listen to me,” Derek says urgently scooting closer on the sofa until he can lift Spencer’s chin up with his hands and raise his head until their eyes are locked on one another and he can bear witness to the pain and the openness and the concern swimming in his dark brown irises. “I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re here, aren’t we? We’re safe. Don’t cry, pretty boy, everything’s gonna be just fine, I promise.”

He pauses to give Spencer a little time to catch his breath, but after a couple of minutes he speaks up again. “Would you like me to tell you about it?”

Spencer knows it will break his heart to hear. He doesn’t want to listen to a story in which Derek Morgan was the victim and not the hero, not his hero, but part of him knows that he needs to hear it; needs to know that he wasn’t and isn’t alone. And he can’t help but wonder whether maybe Derek needs to say it. Whether he also needs to tell someone what happened and have them empathise completely, have them say “I understand, I know what you’re going through” and have them mean it.

So he nods.

“His name was Carl Buford,” Derek says, resting the hand not clutching Spencer’s ankle on his knee, “and he was my football coach. A hero of the community. After my dad died, I got in a little trouble on the streets, right, and as a result, I got a record. Eventually, that record was expunged, and I learned that Buford had done it. I was confused, obviously, but he told me I had potential, that I was special, that I was going places and he was gonna help me get there.

“And so we started spending more time together. At first, it was just one-on-one football training and some run of the mill mentoring, and I finally felt like I had a real father figure again, someone who I could look up to and talk to and trust. Until one day when he took me up to his cabin. He gave me Helgeson wine to intoxicate me, and then convinced me to go skinny-dipping in a lake with him but when we came back to the cabin, he started— he started rubbing up against me. It eventually spiralled into… molestation and rape. He used to say "You better man up, boy, look up to the sky" when I would cry out for him to stop, or later — when some shameful part of me had accepted it — when I would wince in pain or he could sense I didn’t want to be there.

“And that went on for years until I guess I outgrew his preference and he— I mean— I guess, I guess he must have moved on.”

Spencer wants to be sick, and he’s pretty sure Derek feels the same, so all he can do is lean forward and wrap Derek in the tightest hug he can manage while they cry together.

“Did you ever tell anyone?” Spencer asks after a little time has passed.

Derek nods. “When it started affecting my football career in college, I started seeing a therapist, and I’ve really gotten to a place now where I’ve come to terms with it. As much as I’m ever going to be able to anyway. Half of that therapy was me grieving for the childhood I lost, expressing the anger I felt towards Buford in a healthy way, and then accepting that there isn’t anything I can do to undo the pain except work my ass off at the BAU putting guys like him behind bars since I lost my chance with him.”

Spencer nods. “I’m sorry he isn’t in prison.”

Derek shrugs his shoulders a little, pulling out of the hug. “I keep tabs on him. If I ever so much as catch a whiff of him hurting one of the boys at the centre I’ll be on him in no time. Just… waiting for the evidence, I guess.”

Spencer takes the hand resting on top of his knee and squeezes it, a show of solidarity his tongue can’t manage.

They sit in silence for long, comfortable minutes before Spencer finally feels like sharing. He knows that Derek isn’t expecting anything: if he never wanted to explain, he knows Derek would understand completely, but something about knowing he’ll understand like no one else can, that he can share and feel safe in doing so has his own story rolling off his tongue like it never has before.

“It was my dad,” Spencer says quietly, a confession he’s always been too ashamed to make. “The first time it happened was the night of my sixth birthday. He said that the day was his own celebration, because he’d waited so long and he was finally going to get his prize. He raped me. It wasn’t like that every time, sometimes he’d stop at… touching or— or fellatio, sometimes he’d come into my room and stand over me, getting off on how scared I was anticipating the act that never came.

“He left when I was ten, not far away from my eleventh birthday, and a big part of me always wondered whether the main reason he left was that I wasn’t in his preferential age group anymore. But when I was thirteen, I bumped into him in a hotel in California of all places, and even though I was bigger and stronger and nowhere near as vulnerable, he still got the best of me, he still weaseled his way into my room and took advantage of me again. After that time I carried pepper spray everywhere I went until the FBI issued me a gun. I swore I’d never let it happen again.”

Derek looks desperately sad when he finally meets his eyes again, and before he knows it he’s being wrapped in another hug, and they’re both in pieces again. However painful these memories are, though, the release of them is more cathartic than anything Spencer’s ever experienced; crying together with another survivor over everything they lost, the people that stole their childhoods and abused them for years on end, their younger, scared selves, desperate for someone to save them.

It hurts Spencer’s heart, but he also doesn’t think he’s ever felt safer than right in this moment.

“Is this the first time you’ve talked about this, Spence?” Derek asks eventually, with his cheek resting on the top of Spencer’s head.

“Yes,” he admits, another tear dripping onto the hands curled anxiously in his lap.

Derek pulls away and looks him in the eye, cupping his face gently and brushing a tear away with his thumb. “I’m proud of you.”

As broken and unseemly and ripped open and torn apart as he feels right now, as exposed as this entire ordeal has made him feel, for the first time, he thinks he agrees with Derek.

His trust was destroyed by the person supposed to protect him, and he’s carried the trauma of being sexually abused as a young child around with him for the last two decades, and still, he’s here. He’s brave enough to share himself with Derek, and he’s strong enough to cry and grieve and ache for the scared six-year-old boy he wishes he could go back in time and save.

Right now, in the early evening light of the flat and the safe and supportive arms of his best friend, he’s proud of himself, too. And that feels really damn good to finally say.

Please practice self-care after reading this, especially if you are also a survivor. RAINN Rape Crisis UK International Help for Survivors

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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Can i request the twst first year noticing something on the fem crush's neck. They think its a hickey but its just a mosquito bite. I want them all together in one fic but if you cant do it then it's fine, it can be separated.

Ah, ah~ another fun prompt to see in fandoms! Lends itself for very funny situations

Which I attempted to portray here :b

Go on an enjoy!

Title: “Who was it?!”

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P.E. classes always had students sweating their skin off; Vargas was a relentless teacher whose head could not understand his harsh training was hard to keep up with.

It was normal for students to remove the top part of their coverall sports uniform and zip off or roll up the long pant legs to allow fresh breezes to cool them off.

[Name] decided to partake on this today, it was burning and the professor was as demanding as ever to push everyone to their limit. She normally kept the top of her uniform to prevent unwanted gazes to her body.

It so happened that a group of first years was hanging out in the sports field too. “Ah, those guys are here as well. Maybe I should go say hi to them.”

Five boys were arguing about something or other, Sebek, Ace and Epel appeared very fired up at the discussion.

“Hey, guys! What are you all talking about?” They all jumped at the sound of her voice. “Boys can be so weird…”

“Ah! Eh… Nothing...important…” Ace delivered nervously.

“Uhm, sure.” She brushed it off, “Anyways, mind me joining you guys for a while?” Before they could answer, [Name] sat down along the group’s formation and began fanning herself to alleviate the heat and dry off the sweat.

The boys continued speaking with themselves, albeit a little robotically.

Being the closest to the ground where she sat to the [ x ] year, Epel was the one to notice it…

A red spot of considerable size on the girl’s beautiful neck.

Right then, the Pomefiore student got a flashback of those hentai manga he sneaked glances at in his hometown’s secluded library.

“The pact… They broke the pact!” He became enraged.

He exploded, “Which one of ya fuc-?!”

The pact… of not making a move on [Name] until she herself spoke out to any of them if she had a crush on someone, one of them, or anyone in general.

To the small 1st year’s knowledge, she had yet to speak about anything romance related.

Felmier tried to swallow down the even bigger urge to scream. “W-Which one of you… d-did it?! We had… a pact, you-! You dishonest buffoons!” It was hard to keep up the posh and proper Pomefiore student front when all he wanted was to punch their faces.

“Epel!!” The boy was cut off by Vil yelling at him from a distance. Everyone flinched at the stern callout.

Seems like the dorm head decided to have his yoga session outside. How inconvenient.

Jack was the first to speak, “What are you talking about? Do what? Why would you think someone broke the pact?”

Ace followed, “Are you delirious?!”

Sebek nodded, booming voice amping his statement. “I must agree with Trappola this time. You’re pointing fingers unjustly! How do we know it was not you who broke the pact?!”

Before Epel could defend himself, Deuce exclaimed, “Sebek’s right! Your sudden outburst is suspicious! No one knows what you’re blaming us for except you!”

“ ‘T fuck ya mean by that, city boy?! ‘Tis clear as day, a damn big red mark on her neck!” Epel snapped at the accusation, but a heavy glare at the back of his head corrected his speech, "Ahem… I-I mean… There's clearly a distasteful bruise marring the...pristine skin of her neck! The culprit better confess now!"

"Mark on her neck?" Jack questioned, coming closer to the sitting girl.

"Woah, what's going on? Whose neck? What mark? What are you guys even getting angry about? What pact?" The [dorm] student was full of doubts and ready to push away anyone that dared come too close.

With a shaky sweet smile, the lilac haired instructed, "Dear [Name], can you please turn your head to the side for a moment? Just...to check for something."

She hesitated, but complied no less. The Heartslabyul duo's surprised reactions worried her, "What? What's wrong?! Why are you acting so weird?"

"Look at the size of that! Well, clearly Epel couldn't do it, he's too small." Ace thought out loud, which gained him a ferocious death stare from the mentioned boy.

"Ace, didn't you have a study session alone with [Name]?" Deuce questioned, voice holding a threatening tone.

The other half-of-a-whole-idiot opened and closed his mouth, unable to speak. He resorted to winking and giving finger guns.

"Ya bastard! It was you all along!" Epel and Deuce accused.

Trappola protested, "Hey, I wasn't the only one having alone time with her! You also had a private lesson with her, Deuce! And Jack, I saw you hanging back with her after practice!"

"Woah! Look at it! It has small dots surrounding it!" The shortest boy of the group pointed at the strange mark on [Name]'s neck.

The human trio remained silent while Jack sighed, knowing where this would lead to.

"It's one of you two! With your sharp fangs and whatnot!" Accusing fingers were directed at them.

Sebek was the one to defend himself first, "I have not been able to meet [Name] this whole week for our scheduled reading session! Don't even dare point blame at me!"

"You guys are insufferable, why would either of us bite down on the one we fancy without going all out?" The wolf growled.

"Exactly! Howl speaks the truth! Coupling and the like are serious matters to us fae! ...and beastmen!" Zigvolt backed the claim.

They continued arguing intensely as a very weirded out [Name] watched in horror and confusion.

"Are they referring to me? What even is the thing they're talking about?" She pondered, her own hand traveled up to feel at her neck. "Itchy...very itchy…" So she did what instinct said and scratched the spot.

"What has gotten into their heads?" Grim suddenly approached the sitting one.

The [color] haired sighed, "Something or other about breaking a pact and a mark on my neck." She turned to look at the cat-monster, "Say, Grim, can you do me a favor and tell me what exactly is on my neck? I just know it itches and feels slightly hotter than the rest of my skin there."

Round azure eyes examined the spot he was told to. "Oh! It seems to be a mosquito bite!" The feline spoke loudly.

"Seriously?! You have those here too?! Uuugh, what a drag!" [Name] groaned at the news.

The yelling suddenly stopped.

"Come...again?" Sebek, for once in their whole friendship, spoke in a low voice.

Grim repeated himself, "What [Name] told me to look at in her neck, it's a mosquito bite… Maybe she got it while sleeping."

Everyone took a good look at the red bump again, letting a small "oh" after realizing their mistake.

"Ahaha… so, uh… guess it was all a misunderstanding…" Ace said, bringing an awkward silence afterwards.

"Anyways, guys," The girl stood up, "Care to explain what was all that about a pact and worrying who did this to me? What about that thing of biting down on the one you fancy?" Peeved [eye color] looked between all of them as she crossed her arms.

"N-Nothing to worry about much, [Name]! I-Its just..!" Deuce began.

"Dumb teen boy things, don't e~ven worry! Ahaha..!" Ace seconded.

Jack cleared his throat, "Something, uh… Leona wants me back at the dorm at this hour. See you around." The tan boy fled the scene.

"Y-Yeah! The Young Master must be soliciting my services! I must go. Farewell." Sebek followed.

"I-I believe Vil called for me earlier!" Epel ran as fast he could, in the complete opposite direction to where the dorm leader was exercising.

"Dumbasses, bunch of dumbasses…" The [hair color] sighed. "They all have a crush in me, don't they?"

Ace and Deuce looked at each other before laughing nervously, "Yeah, we, uh…"

"Have to feed the flamingos!"

"Indeed! Can't let them feed themselves!"

"So~... We gotta go, get changed, into the pink clothes, else they will...b-...b-..."

"Bite! Yeah, they bite and peck very hard!"

"Oh, yes! Aha… So… See ya 'round!"

"Bye for now!"

"That they do...that they do…" Grim confirmed.

[END☆]

Anyways~ hope this was a fun read! ( ＾▽＾)/

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Epel, dear, you shouldn’t be on that section of the library...

Thank you for the request~

#March 2021 special #request pavilion #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #1st year gang #Ace Trappola #Deuce Spade #Jack Howl #Epel Felmier #Sebek Zigvolt #zack writes #fun times

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Him? That’s My Dad - Fred Weasley

Requested: Hi! Can I get a Fred x reader where the reader is Sirius’ child and is best friends with the twins and when he first sees them they are maybe pranking snape and maybe they reunite in the shack cause they are protecting Harry and just fluff really? A/N: Thank you for requesting. First I want to apologize for the wait, but I had some personal stuff going on and I needed some time off. Also, I was a bit confused by your request, so I took it into my hands and tried to match it to the best of my ability, but if you want me to write something else (More of what you wanted) just let me know and I'll write something new! Requests are still open of course, and I hope you all enjoy!!!

ITALICS ARE FLASHBACKS

Him? That’s My Dad

Fifth year at Hogwarts meant that there was a lot of chaos, not to mention that you were dating one of the biggest pranksters in Hogwarts history. Fred had been there in your life from the beginning of your Hogwarts experience. Despite your last name and the reputation that comes with it, you were able to have a decent time with Fred and George by your side. By third year, you had become very close with the twins, and they even began to include you in their schemes. When Fred asked you out in fourth year, you began your work at becoming one of the masterminds behind some, if you dare say, epic pranks. Then, fifth year came around, and well, the chaos of OWLs ensued, and so did your more personal issues.

You had been aware of the return of your father, or rather the escape of the murderer who just so happened to share your DNA. Were you happy that he was out? Well, that question was difficult for you. On one hand, he may have murdered a whole lot of people, and he may have been involved with the dark lord, resulting in making an orphan out of Harry and you. On the other hand, he could be innocent and have a real reason for not making more of an attempt to get out of Azkaban.

Before Sirius was sent away for the murder of the muggles and Peter, your mother had died. Luckily for you, Remus was made your godfather, which gave you a home, but Remus was sure to never overstep his role. He had never wanted to imitate a father to you, but there were times in which you wished it had happened. When you found out that he would be a professor at Hogwarts, you couldn’t tell if you were happy to spend more time with him, or worried that he would become too involved in your personal business. You knew Remus found education very important, as did you, however, spending time with Fred and George was sometimes prioritized. Not to mention, Remus was not familiar with your relations to one of the twins.

You were sitting in the great hall with the twins trying to study, but you couldn’t help but overhear some of the murmurs from around the room. There was a lot more hatred pointed towards you because of the Sirius situation. It was hard to focus on too much that was meant to be actually important to you. Fred saw this, and he was right by your side to remind you of how amazing you were, and not to let the actions of your father define.

“You’re not like Malfoy. Who your father is, and what he has done is not a reflection of who you are. Now, let’s do something to get your mind off of all of those gits.” He motioned to where some other students were loudly whispering. You smiled at him and turned your attention to what George was working on.

“Who’s it for?” A simple question, but the answer would be the secret to your happiness.

“Snape.”

~ A Dog Tale ~

Sirius had his reasons for escaping Azkaban. When he visited Harry, he was in emotional turmoil. He felt terrible for being trusted by his best friend to take care of his son, and yet he failed. Then Sirius thought of you. He was never ready for a child of his own, but he was ready to give anything for your well-being. Him and your mother were not in a real relationship at the time, but he was heartbroken that she had died. He worried about his daughter and the lack of a mother figure, but he was sure that he would do everything he could to give you the life you deserved. When he was sent to Azkaban, however, he didn’t know how to react.

While he was not the one to sell out his friends, he was guilty for wrongly putting trust in someone. He spent his time repenting for making those choices. He reminded himself of his innocence, but there was a part of him that believed that he belonged there. Often, he would find himself thinking about you. He wondered what you looked like and what your personality was like. Did you take after him? Were you happy? Did you miss him? These questions lived in his head everyday, but he needed to grieve and take accountability for his crimes.

When he got out, he wanted to go and find you, but he knew you were with Remus, and he was aware that Remus was very careful. His old friend knew about Padfoot, and for certain, he was keeping a close eye for any dog that came near you. He knew that he needed to go to Hogwarts to get to the rat he once called a friend, but there was a part of him that was convinced his main reason for returning was to answer those questions that had been eating away at him.

When he first saw you, he knew exactly who he was looking at. You were the spitting image of your mother. Despite his dog form, he couldn’t help but feel a smile come on. Without thinking, he let out a bark and a whimper. He watched as your head whipped around to look at him. You stared at him with confusion written on your face, but you quickly returned to the twins that were beside you. He whimpered quietly to himself, but he refused to take his eyes off of you. You had grown up so beautifully, and from the looks of it, you were a bit mischievous yourself.

He recognized the sound of a particular person he wished that he could remove from his memory. Snape. The git himself was a professor at Hogwarts. Of course. He pointed his gaze at your sudden change in demeanor. You got down and cast a spell. One of the twins towered over you as they cast another one. The other twin seemed to be the lookout. After hexing the greasy professor, the three ran off in a direction that would allow them to watch the mayhem ensue without getting caught.

He also watched on the sidelines. He saw the obvious immediate spell cast. It was simple. A color change to the hair. He was concerned that this was the best that the three of you could do, but then he thought that there had to be more to it than what meets the average eye. He hoped that if he got to meet you, he would be able to ask you about it. Then he saw Snape’s legs start to falter, and he ultimately collapsed to the ground with an angry grunt. Sirius did everything he could to keep the laughing quiet, but it was riveting to see his old rival take such a nasty fall, especially at the hand of his daughter. His heart filled with pride knowing that she may not look like him, but she definitely took after him.

Sirius looked over at where you were hiding and watched as you hugged the twins. Then he watched you do the unthinkable.

~ What did you do? ~

When Fred and George had a plan, you liked to add a little bit of your own spice to the mix. You liked adding something that could only be thought of by you. Nothing was different with your prank with Snape. It was simple really. The twins had this new, altered version of the hair color changing spell. The plan was to make it near impossible to get rid of it. In fact, there was a particular potion that was needed to remove the effects of it, however, they weren’t planning on giving it to Snape too soon. The counter jinx would only change the color on Snape’s head. You thought it was genius, but there was a part of you that wanted a bigger reaction.

“Okay, I think that it’s great, but what if, and just hear me out, we change his feet.”

“What does that mean?” Your boyfriend looked at you intrigued by your suggestion.

“It’s easy really, there is an opposites spell that I found, and it would allow me to change his left foot to his right and his right to the left. It could be reversed, but there is a specific spell to do it, and I doubt Snape would know what it is.” George laughed at the idea of Snape trying to stand up without knowing how to fix his issue.

“This is one of the many reasons I love you,” Fred said as he placed a peck on your lips.

The three of you had learned which hallway Snape would be in, and you made your way in that direction. The three of you stood in the hallway chatting, so as not to raise any particular suspicion to your actions. You heard a bark from behind you, and you turned your head in that direction. There stood a large black dog. He looked as though he was trying to smile, but he also looked like he was punched in the head. You gazed at the dog to see if it was deranged or just a strangely happy dog. Eventually, you turned your attention back to the twins.

You heard the slow footsteps of the annoying professor, and you all got into position as you awaited with a nervous excitement. You ducked down to get a more accurate aim at his feet, and Fred towered above you where he focused his attention to the top of the greasy haired man. You both carefully cast your spells and retreated to a nearby space to watch the chaos unfold. As Snape fell, you laughed quietly. When he angrily struggled to stand up, the three of you had to move slightly to avoid bringing attention to how much you were enjoying his struggle. You hugged George, congratulating him on a good idea and a successful prank. Then you hugged Fred and pulled him in for a joyful, passionate kiss. You both pulled away and smiled at each other, while George awkwardly evaded his gaze. You felt eyes boring into you, so you turned your eyes to the culprit. The dog from before looked furious. Then, he began to run away.

“Hey, I’m gonna go for a walk, but I’ll catch up with you two later. Alright?” The twins nodded, but Fred was a bit suspicious of your sudden change in behavior. He kept his eyes on you and watched the direction you walked towards, but he kept his distance. He didn’t want to intrude on your time to yourself.

You followed the dog and watched as it ran into the Whomping Willow. You had a feeling you knew what was going on. You had often referred to Remus as Uncle Moony. When the twins showed you the map, you had a feeling that there was a connection. Cue you Sherlock skills. You thought about the other names on the map and tried to connect them to Remus’ friends.

“Uncle Moony?”

“Yes?” His gaze lifted from the Daily Prophet to your inquisitive face.

“When you were in school, did you ever feel connected to the animals there?”

“Why do you ask?” You needed to cover your ground otherwise he wasn’t going to give any information.

“Well, I know that you don’t remember the events of what happens when you change, but I just wondered if there was ever some sort of connection with the animals on the grounds. I have found that there are some friendly deer around. I’ve also seen a few rats and mice wander around the castle.” You were trying to hint to some of the hints from the map. Prongs being a deer and Wormtail being a rat. Remus chuckled at your words.

“Yes, the deer and rats can be quite kind and they can often invade your personal space. Not to mention the wild dogs. Those can be the most intrusive creatures on the grounds.” A dog. That was the last detail you needed. Padfoot. Now you just needed to figure out who was who.

In your years at Hogwarts, it was relatively rare to find a dog on the grounds. That didn’t mean that it never happened, but this dog seemed different, and you had a hunch as to what was going on. You stood far away from the tree and contemplated going into the whole that the dog ran into. If you were right, then you could easily be heading to your one way trip to the afterlife, but you wanted to protect the people you cared about at all costs. You didn’t trust the professors with this information, and Remus was no exception. Harry had become a friend to you over the years, and if the disgusting rumors held true, this could be your chance to help him. Afterall, this was your father who was trying to kill Harry. The least you could do is fight this man and prove that you were capable of not being like him.

You ran by the swinging branches and launched yourself into the whole. You found yourself in what appeared to be the shrieking shack. The floorboards creaked all around you. You pulled the wand out from your pocket and pointed in the direction you were walking. Eventually, you found yourself face to face with the dog.

“You know, I had a feeling you were the dog. Remus never admitted to anything, but something about all that he told me about you just reminded me of a dog. You don’t have to stay in that ridiculous form since I know it’s you.” You were surprised by your own confidence, but twelve years of anger can spark a lot. Suddenly, you were met with the man you thought you would never see again. You raised the wand up to his face, and locked your jaw in anger.

“You look just like your mother Y/N. I know you think I’m a murderer, but that’s not the case. I’m innocent. Why don’t you lower your wand and we can talk this through.” He spoke carefully and clearly so as not to push you to hex him into another life.

“I don’t know why you came here, but I’m not going to let you hurt Harry, and I sure as hell am not going to let my guard down. You escaped from Azkaban for murder. Did you really think that I was going to believe you? Honestly, you must really be an idiot. Even if you are innocent, you let Harry and I live without you. You were supposed to be there for us.” You yelled the last line with an anger you didn’t know you had. “You were supposed to be there for me.” Your voice was low and full of pain. Sirius felt everything you said to him.

“I know, but allow me to explain.” You kept your wand in place as Sirius told his story. He explained how he was framed by Peter, and his reasoning for returning to Hogwarts. “You’re right. I should've done more to be there for you, but I can’t change the past. I sure as hell am never going to forgive myself for allowing you to grow up without me. I’m here now though. I know that I cannot make up the lost time, but I can try like hell to be there for you now. I have no right to ask for anything but I beg you to give me a chance to be in your life.”

You lowered your wand and sat down on the nearest surface. Sirius sighed at the removal of the threat. He stayed silent as he watched you think about everything he said. He knew it was a lot for you to handle. It was a lot for anyone to handle. Neither of you were aware of how long you both sat there, but when you heard a distant creak and the familiar call of your name, you both launched into action. Sirius transformed into Padfoot.

“Y/N? Are you in here?” Fred appeared in the doorway and sighed at the sight of you. “George, she’s in here. Darling, what are you doing here? We've been looking for you for hours. You had us both worried.” He pulled you into a tight embrace and kissed the top of your head. You breathed in his scent and smiled. Maybe having your dad in your life wouldn’t be so terrible. You thought about Fred and your future together often. You thought about what it may be like to have someone that you could call your dad be there to watch you achieve all of the milestones in your life, and be there for any future children you may have. You thought about how happy Fred and George were with their family, and how jealous you were of their parents.

“Were you just here with a dog all of this time?” George asked as he walked into the room. Fred moved his gaze to the big, black dog in the room. You giggle quietly.

“Oh him? That’s my dad.” You smiled and sat next to the dog and gave him a reassuring look. “And judging by the way he’s looking at you Fred, he doesn’t seem too happy that his only daughter is dating someone.” Padfoot offered a small growl at your boyfriend who was both confused and slightly scared.

“Y/N. I think you might be losing it.” George muttered. You laughed and motioned for Sirius to regain his human form. The look of fear and shock on the twins’ faces were priceless.

“Mr. Weasley I presume.” Sirius held out his hand. Apparently the Weasley hair was something that exceeded generation. Fred reached out his hand to meet your dad’s and he muttered his response. “I understand that you are dating my daughter. I will allow this, however, after I am proven innocent, and we can have a word alone, I think we should get to know one another. Thoroughly.” You watched the interaction with joy. You knew that sirius was pranking Fred, although there was a bit of seriousness in his tone as well.

“Boys, I assume that I don’t need to tell you that the knowledge of Sirius should remain a secret. I will also say that he is of no threat to any of us, so there is no need to worry.” You grabbed Fred’s hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “I think that you two should return to the school. I’m going to stay here a bit longer, but I am perfectly fine.” You kissed Fred’s cheek and gave a side hug to George as they wandered out of the shack. They weren’t happy that you were left alone with someone who was notorious for mass murder, but they understood that you wouldn’t put everyone in danger.

“So, you’ve taken to pranking old Snivellus eh?” You laughed and nodded. You wouldn’t have expected your day to go from terrible to one with an amazing boyfriend, and a supportive dad, but fate works in mysterious ways.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader #fred weasley #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #Harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine

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Never Forget You [Chapter 3]

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader

A/N: hey y’all! thank you for your patience with this chapter. enjoy!! :) [also totally didn’t have this in my drafts then forget to post earlier pfftttt whaaaatt?]

Warnings: angst with a tiny amount of fluff. anakin finally makes his debut in this series. it gets better just stay with me. long italic paragraphs = flashbacks

Anakin Skywalker had witnessed many things over the years.

Giant beasts? At least once a week. Sith Lords? Becoming too common. Droid armies? All year long. Looking death in the eye? Simply another day in the life of a Jedi.

Nothing could ever have prepared him for the sight he was currently witnessing.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, his Master, The Negotiator, the Jedi Council’s most prized Jedi…sulking.

It has been a full week since You returned to the Jedi Temple and Anakin couldn’t help to think his former Master’s mood and your arrival were connected. He was vaguely aware of your past friendship, only hearing bits and pieces of the adventures you had together as Padawans.

During his days under Obi-Wan’s apprenticeship he would often hear about how “a wise Jedi I once knew” would do certain things. He wanted to know more about this oh-so-great Jedi, however, any time the young boy asked his Master would always brush him off with a mournful look in his eyes.

He didn’t understand at the time but now he’s beginning to piece together that perhaps there was something more between the two of you.

“You think Master Y/l/n and Master Kenobi were courting?”

“Keep your voice down, Snips,” Anakin hushed.

“Sorry, sorry. But Master,” Ahsoka lowers her voice, “what led you to that conclusion? I’ve hardly seen them together since Master Y/l/n came back. What makes you think they could be lovers?”

“That’s just it, Ahoska. They’ve been avoiding each other like the Rakghoul plague. Obi-Wan told me they were such good friends, and now that they’re back they can’t stand to be in the same room as each other? I don’t buy it.” Anakin looked back to where Obi-Wan sat with Commander Cody, no doubt brainstorming new battle tactics and liberation plans.

“So what do you suppose we do? Set them up or something?” The look her Master gave her made her regret her words the moment they left her mouth.

“Come on, Snips. It’s a good idea. We get them to stay in the same room so they have no choice but to confront each other and talk things out! It’s genius.” Anakin smiled, his eyes still on his former Master. He had a feeling if Obi-Wan were to find out about this plan he would be in for a major lecture but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. He couldn’t stand to see the old man look so miserable, not if he can do anything about it.

Ahsoka crossed her arms and followed her Master’s gaze. Something was clearly different about her Grand-Master. He had put his full attention into ending the war, which wasn’t new. However, she could tell something was off. He no longer came out to the landing zone to greet returning fighters, stayed away from the meditation and training centers as well as the Jedi Archives which was the most off-putting observation considering that was where he spent most of his time.

Anytime someone needed to find Obi-Wan Kenobi, the first place they would check was the ancient history section of the Jedi Archives.

“I don’t know why you find so much interest in these old books Y/n/n,” Obi-Wan complained from across the table. “Can’t we go practice our lightsaber skills instead?”

You smiled. “Nuh uh, mister. If I won the wager you promised to sit with me during my reading time. Now shush, and read.” You pushed the unopened textbook toward the pouting Padawan. “Maybe you’ll actually learn something.”

Obi-Wan stuck his tongue out in a childish manner, sighing dramatically when you gave him a certain look and reluctantly opened the cover and began to read Tales of The Old Republic.

Safe to say from that point onward, Obi-Wan would join your daily Archive visits with zero complaints.

You close the book, careful to make sure no pages fell out and gently push it back into its place on the shelf. Using the force, you carefully push the ladder you were currently standing on over to the next column and begin nitpicking through the array of old texts.

It took a few days for you to settle in and readjust to the Jedi Temple life. Once you had, however, things quickly took a turn.

Master Yoda requested that you help train some of the younglings who were having trouble advancing into the next stages of becoming a Jedi. In all honesty, you much rather have had the freedom to roam for at least one more week, but the new role presented an excuse to not be around a certain blue-eyed Jedi.

“Looking for something?”

The voice startled you, causing you to jump and lose your balance on the ladder. You yelp as you begin to fall towards the ground, bracing yourself for the hash impact and the bruises that would add to the collection on your side still currently healing.

Instead, you feel a pair of arms catch you, one under your back and the other behind your knees in a classic bridal style. The hold felt secure instantly, and you instinctively clung to the tunic of your savior. You look up to thank the person for preventing any injuries, but the blue eyes staring back at you made your mind go blank.

Obi-Wan stared back, unsure of what to say. This was the closest he has been to you since you left a decade ago. He longed to have you in his arms, to hug you, to regain that safety net you provided he knew he could always fall back on.

“Um...thank you, General.” It came out as more of a question, your mind still reeling from almost falling and also the fact that the man who you had been actively avoiding just happened to be in the same place you spent hours of your youth together.

“Obi-Wan, please. No need for formalities, darling.” The old nickname slipped out, and he was about to apologize when he noticed the light blush that spread across your face. Perhaps not everything about you has changed.

“Right...Obi-Wan. Well, I’ll be on my way then,” You rushed, trying to pass by him but he stopped you once again by the call of your name.

“Y/n/n’s wait. Whatever game you’re playing, frankly I am not a fan of it.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What are you talking about?” You turned around and looked at him confused.

“You were the one who summoned me here,” he stretched his arms out, “here I am and now you’re trying to run away again. I hardly think that’s fair.” He was beginning to get frustrated. He came in with his heart on his sleeve, ready to finally talk to you after so long and find out why you’ve been keeping your distance. Now, all he felt was betrayal and irritation at the ongoing dance you insist on doing around each other.

He preferred to dance like you did in your youth, but alas this was nothing but another sign he needs to get mind out of the past.

You scoffed lightly. “Again? What is that supposed to mean exactly?” You knew exactly what he meant, but you didn’t want to admit it. You’ve been denying it for ten years and Force be damned if you’d admit it now.

“You’ve been avoiding me since your return--” You open your mouth to protest but he ignores you and continues “--and then you send the youngling to bring me here, only to try to flee upon my arrival,” He frowns, lifting his elbow and resting it on his remaining crossed arm. “I know our history can make things...difficult in the present time,” He glanced around cautiously as he spoke,”but I would appreciate it if we make an agreement simply to not speak from now on. No more games.”

You blinked, head tilting slightly as you waited for him to finish. “Obi-Wan, I didn’t ask for you to come here. Nor would I ever involve younglings in personal matters.” He should know that, you thought. But should he really?

His face fell from annoyance to embarrassment, his arms falling to his sides. “Oh.” He wasn’t sure what to do now. It was his own fault for getting his hopes up. I should have known better.

You purse your lips and nodded slowly. “Well, I’m glad we at least came to an agreement. Goodbye, General Kenobi.” You took your leave, forcing yourself not to look back as you felt his eyes watching your figure.

Obi-Wan let out a frustrated sigh, knowing he just ruined any and all changes of reconnecting with you. In his defense, however, you were the one avoiding his attempts at friendly conversation and refusing to meet and make up for lost time.

Still, something didn’t feel right about this.

“What the kriff was that?”

Ah, there’s that something. “Anakin, please tell me this was not your doing.”

Anakin smiled guilty, Ahsoka coming out from behind the bookshelf to stand next to her Master.

“It was Snips' idea.” Anakin shrugged, flinching when he felt her punch his arm. “Ow!”

“You were the one who came up with the plan, and now look! Master Y/l/n and Master Kenobi will never get together--” Ahoska stops herself, realizing she said too much. “Oh no.”

“I beg your pardon?” Obi-Wan looks at them both incredulously. “First of all, Master Y/l/n and I are simply…” he wanted to say friends, but even that was a reach at this point, “acquaintances. We knew each other in the past, and in the past our friendship shall stay. As for ‘getting together’, you both know very well any implication of that goes directly against the Jedi Code.” He crossed his arms tightly as he scolded.

“I can tell you harbour feelings for them, Obi-Wan. You don’t need to lie to us.”

“Whatever feelings I may or may not have for Y/n are unrelated. You must understand your responsibilities as a Jedi. No matter what emotional sacrifice we must make.” He made a point to look at Anakin at the end, knowing he won’t follow the implication but at least hoping he’ll get the message.

“We’re sorry, Master.” Ahsoka looked down in shame not at what they had tried to achieve, but at the cost and clear damage they caused.

Obi-Wan sighed, running a hand over his beard before resting it on her shoulder. “It’s alright young one. You meant no harm. Perhaps some things are better left forgotten.”

Oh, if only it were that simple.

A Padawan approached the three of them quickly. “Excuse me, Master Yoda sent me to tell you he and Master Y/l/n are waiting for you all in the council room.”

Of course, these things never are.

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kaizokuou-ni-naru · 3 years

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The Voyage So Far: Paramount War (Part Two)

east blue (1 | 2) || alabasta (1 | 2) || skypiea || water 7 || enies lobby || thriller bark || paramount war (1 | 2) || fishman island || punk hazard || dressrosa (1 | 2) || whole cake island || wano (1 | 2)

ace’s execution is, in a way, the exception that proves the rule when it comes to one piece’s themes of blood and family. ace is set up to die for the crimes of a father he never knew and never wanted, and he does die here, but in the end he dies for the family he did choose, in the form of luffy, rather than the one he didn’t.

god do i wish we knew more about ms portgas d. rouge. with ace’s storyline pretty much wrapped it looks unlikely that we’re going to be learning more about her than what we got, which in my opinion is an absolute tragedy, because what little we do know about her is amazing and she’s an absolute badass. oda give us more female ds please.

whitebeard’s power is so cool. it might be one of the visually coolest devil fruits we’ve ever seen, in my opinion. he he causes earthquakes and tsunamis while far past his prime; he pulls the sky apart with his bare hands. this whole arc is world-shaking, and whitebeard’s power is perfectly appropriate for it.

doflamingo’s speech on justice and rightness is one of the most well-remembered quotes from this whole saga, and rightly so. i’ve always found it fascinating, myself, because he’s right. he dead-on hits how the one piece world works- the world government and the marines rule the world not because of any inherent actual goodness or justice or right, but because they won a war a very long time ago.

in a way, this reminds me of blackbeard’s line of “people’s dreams never die” from jaya. i like how oda isn’t afraid of letting his villains be right about the themes of the story, sometimes even having better awareness of them than the protagonists.

man, if i had to pick a single favorite spread out of the whole manga, it might be luffy’s marineford entrance. it’s so epic, and so completely unexpected for everyone else there. absolutely nobody was expecting strawhat luffy to drop out of the sky with a posse including two former warlords. it just makes me grin!! so much!!

it also gets followed up by a solid two pages of just people’s reactions, from smoker’s “what the HELL is he doing with CROCODILE” to moria’s immediate incoherent rage, and i just love that the world and cast of one piece is so well-established and built up that we know exactly how all of those people know luffy and why they react the way they do.

going back to what i mentioned in the last post about marineford being luffy’s conflict of interest arc, i’d say it’s also the only time where he isn’t the future king first and foremost. in this arc, before anything else, he’s a little brother.

there are a lot of what-if moments in marineford. moments where you kind of have to ask “what if this specific thing hadn’t happened, had gone differently?” would things have turned out differently? squard’s betrayal is one of them. does this change the outcome? would whitebeard have been able to survive if not for this injury? there’s no way to know. marineford is a lot of little tragedies, and they just pile up and up.

marineford has just so many incredibly striking spreads. all of the momentous moments (and there’s a lot of them, in this arc) are done full justice. this is such an image heavy post just because marineford is such an incredibly visually strong arc.

conqueror’s haki is so cool and i love the way it’s set up and built up throughout this saga, with luffy’s constant inadvertent uses of it, from duval’s bull to marigold and sandersonia to the wolves in impel down, all leading up to this moment.

i’ve heard people complain about conqueror’s as kind of a deus ex machina, but i honestly love it, it’s very cool and honestly i think it just seems to fit luffy as a power. if there was ever gonna be a character who turned willpower into a weapon, it would be monkey d. luffy.

i’m gonna take this chance to talk about garp, because this sequence of panels is heavily implied to be garp’s thoughts just before luffy punches him down, and it hurts. garp is a flawed person who makes some bad choices, and there’s no arguing that, but i think it’s very obvious he really, really cares about his grandsons, even if he never could understand them as people and that they never would have been happy as marines. and that’s just tragic, really.

the moment ace gets freed and the brief span of time where he and luffy can fight together feel so triumphant, and i think it’s one of the reasons the final tragedy of marineford hits so hard and feels so cruel, because luffy succeeds, here. he saves ace. he gives absolutely everything he had and makes it, and saves ace. the ultimate failure isn’t his. there was nothing more he could have done.

the first time i was reading one piece, i hit this page (which is also the last in the volume) and had to put the book away, take the bus downtown, wander around for a few hours, and buy myself some candy and some new books before i started feeling okay again.

the thing about ace’s death, i think, is that it’s a tragedy, but it also feels so completely essential to the story going forwards and luffy’s character growth specifically that it’s really, really hard to imagine one piece without it. there are a lot of (really excellent!) fix-fics out there for marineford, and although those are often really good and their authors super talented, i think it’s really hard for them to ever hit the same way canon does with regards to this.

i always think of this scene specifically in contrast to zoro and mihawk’s fight, back on baratie. zoro and mihawk are both people who believe in honor in battle, true victory or death, and that’s reflected in their fight, in zoro’s refusal to turn and run even in the face of imminent death, and mihawk’s respect for that resolve. whitebeard, too, is an honorable man. he refuses to turn to run, even when facing certain death.

the blackbeard pirates, however, are not.

i do enjoy how, just like roger’s, ace’s execution backfires tremendously on the marines. this was entirely a predictable outcome, too! this exact thing happened twenty years ago! the marines don’t learn. they don’t change. they’re so assured of their own rightness and power that they make stupid mistakes like holding a massive public execution after the last one blew up in their faces.

(this is why they need coby so badly, for the record, and why it’s important that he still decides to become a marine after witnessing their corruption firsthand in shells town. the marines are long overdue for a reformation, one that orients them towards real justice.)

i really, really enjoy crocodile in this saga. mostly because he hasn’t been redeemed at all, he’s still pretty much the exact same kinda awful person he was in alabasta, he’s just on luffy’s side this time, and it lets us see him in a better light, when he gets angry at whitebeard for nearly dying or when he helps luffy and jinbe escape to keep the marines from getting their way. few of one piece’s characters are truly so one-dimensional as they can seem, and i really appreciate that.

i really really love all the interactions between luffy, ace and sabo as kids. they’re so fun and bounce off of each other so well. even though we only see them together for a brief time, they really feel like siblings. (which of course only makes later events hurt so much more.

i’ve always been a little fascinated by the fact that it takes us this long to get luffy’s full backstory. it’s almost a fakeout, because we get part of his backstory in the very first chapter, and we’re kind of led to believe that’s all there is. it’s not until ace’s introduction nearly two hundred chapters in that we’re given any indication there’s more.

but at the same time, it makes sense. marineford is luffy’s focus arc, as arlong park to nami or thriller bark to brook. he hasn’t had a focal arc that’s really about him before this, while all his other crewmates have. it makes sense that this would be when he finally gets his flashback.

i think it’s cool that dragon and the revolutionaries show up at the grey terminal fire, because it’s one of the only looks we’ve gotten so far into what their actual regular operations are like. and, of course, they’re saving people. i really like this about the revolutionaries, that helping people in trouble is basically their modus operandi, when pretty much everyone else in one piece’s world mostly does saving on an incidental basis if at all.

i think a lot about how the last line of sabo’s letter to ace is also both of their last words to the strawhats.

death in one piece always feels much realer and more impactful to me than in most other series, and i think this is part of the reason why: in one piece, we are always shown the mourning. nami at bellemere’s grave, carrot grieving pedro, ace and whitebeard’s funeral.

there are fewer deaths, comparatively, than most other series, but they’re given so much room to echo. we’re still feeling the impacts of ace’s life and death in the most recent chapters of wano. it ties into the theme of inherited will and all the way back to hiriluk’s final speech, of men not being dead so long as they’re remembered.

the picture of luffy at marineford always kind of strikes me. he looks so young and so solemn, and yet much more himself than he did when we last saw him losing his mind on amazon lily. i really like it.

sometimes i just think about the sheer depth of trust and love the strawhats must have in each other to separate for two years, far longer than they were ever together, to solely dedicate themselves to improving for the sake of crew and captain. none of them even hesitate, and none of them ever doubt that the crew will be reformed at the end of it.

after all, luffy keeps his promises.

#the voyage so far #one piece #opmeta #not japanese #arc: marineford #arc: post marineford #long post

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vee-double-u · 4 years

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tumble for you

pairing: tendou x cheerleader!reader

summary: soulmate au where your soulmates first words to you are tattooed on your body. reader is a cheerleader from shiratorizawa

word count: 1300

requests: open

Tendou’s sleepy eyes followed the lithe, feminine figures as the Shiratorizawa cheerleading squad flipped around and cartwheeled on the other side of the gym. There was one figure he couldn’t keep his eyes off. Her movements made her hair catch the gym lights and shine in a way that was entirely mesmerising. The heavy rain provided ongoing background noise punctuated occasionally by the grunts of the many students who were practising. This weather was surprisingly better than anything they’d experienced over the weekend, with harsh winds and torrential rain that had left the cheerleaders usual spot on the oval entirely soaked and impossible to practise on.

After some heavy pushing from faculty members, the volleyball team had reluctantly allowed their space to be halved to make space for the cheerleaders for a little while.

Besides mused Tendou to himself. Any minor complaints from the team had come to an abrupt stop the second the troupe of short-skirt clad girls had marched into their gym thirty minutes ago.

WHAM

With a dull thunk, a ball hit Tendou squarely in the back of the head and shook him from his thoughts.

“Earth to Tendou. Are you going to actually play or just keep ogling that girl?” Semi asked.

Semi’s face looked unamused as Tendou shook his head and looked around to find the rest of their 2v2 practise game staring at him expectantly. Only momentarily startled, Tendou’s face eased into a mocking grin.

“Welp, if those are the two options, I know which I’d rather be doing.” Still, Tendou manoeuvred his body into a position that signaled he was ready to play again.

Goshiki snickered for only a moment before he hit the ball into the air.

“If that red head looks over here one more time, I swear...” The cheer captain trailed off as she glared at the back of Tendou’s head. The rain seemed to clatter onto the metal rooftop louder and served to make her an even more intimidating figure.

“He’s looking at Y/N!” A teammate teased.

“We might have to hide her, he’s kinda weird looking.”

“Aw in a cute way though!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and shoved her friends in response.

“Come on, are we getting back to this or what?” Y/N turned away from the volleyball team and braced her body to lift her squadmate, bending her knees to stabilise herself and gesturing her arms towards the figure near her. The teammate came over and allowed herself to be lifted up gracefully.

Had that redhead actually been staring at her? Y/N thought. Her friends’ words played over in her head as they went over a familiar routine. It certainly looked like he was.

He was kinda weird looking too, Y/N admitted. But I’m strangely drawn to him.

The tall, lanky figure that stood with an assured confidence. The shock of bright red hair. The wide, unblinking eyes as they bore holes into her. He wasn’t exactly unpleasant to look at either. In fact, Y/N felt her eyes naturally being drawn back to catch another glimpse of him. There was a lurch in her stomach when she found him already looking in her direction. Something so confident, and almost mocking, in those piercing eyes as they stared her down made her want to shrink away. Shrink away from the hot flash of embarrassment of being caught, but also the much more pleasant warmth that had pooled in her gut. Y/N quickly averted her eyes down and tried to focus on the routine

As the cheerleading squad continued to go over some moves, Y/N could feel her concentration slipping, with her irritation shifting from annoyance into anger. Every time he glanced over, his eyes felt like an anvil on her shoulders that made her move awkwardly and fumble easy moves. Eventually, the unease in Y/N’s stomach seemed to bubble over like a boiling pot of water left on for too long, when she tripped and landed ungracefully from a flip that she knew she could pull off.

“Enough of this. If he wants to stare at me so much, I’ll just go make it easier for him to get a better view,” She snapped to her squadmates, who looked over at her, most of them amused, though some of them concerned.

Y/N stalked over to the towering figures playing volleyball on the other side of the gym. Glaring at the redhead and too consumed with her own irritation, she brushed aside the strange tingling that ran down her left arm. She was only a few metres away when the volleyball team noticed her and came to a stop to see why a cheerleader was angrily making their way over to their side of the gym. The red head was still looking at her like she was the most entertaining thing in the world and it infuriated her that she couldn’t tell if the mirth in his eyes was laughing with her, or at her.

Before regret at her impulsive actions could sink in, Y/N came to a stop right in front of Tendou and crossed her arms.

“You staring at me so much has been really distracting, you know. Is there something I can help you with?” Y/N tried to keep her tone even as the pins and needles in her left arm became hard to ignore.

The change in the redhead’s face was almost immediate. Tendou’s eyes sparkled in a way that made her swallow her next retort and his mocking smile was replaced with a genuine wide-mouthed smile that made her feel light-headed.

“Hey now, is that anyway to speak to your soulmaaate?” Tendou drew out the final word in a sing-song voice, sounding simultaneously amused with Y/N’s anger and a much deeper, more tender joy of something more genuine.

A beat of silence.

Y/N stared, slack-jawed, all irritation from her posture had melted away. Tendou’s teammates were also staring in shocked silence. The rain wasn’t as heavy now or maybe it was just the heartbeat in Y/N’s ears that made it hard to hear anything.

Unconsciously, Y/N was rubbing her left arm where the words Tendou had just uttered could be found. The pins and needles had abruptly stopped the second the redhead had opened his mouth and now her arm felt strangely empty.

“Y- Yo…” Y/N steadied herself before trying again. “You’re my soulmate?”

“I haven’t had one before but I’ve heard that’s how this thing normally goes.” Tendou teased. Y/N noted that the teasing seemed much more gentle now.

Tendou felt a brief flash of vulnerability as the cheerleader continued to stand there, mouth agape at him. He quickly swallowed down the uncertainty, as flashbacks of being rejected threatened to swim to the forefront of his mind. This was his soulmate. Any uncertainty didn’t play a part here as this was the universe giving him irrevocable proof that this was one person who wouldn’t reject him.

Y/N held her arm out, showing Tendou the tattoo of his words and so that she could check them for herself. Words that she had spent the last few years staring at and analysing. Where there was once a simple, black script now seemed to glow, as if it was shining with the happiness that had begun to fill Y/N.

“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours,” she offered.

Tendou’s arm eagerly punched out to hover next to Y/N’s. The harsh words that had come tumbling out of Y/N’s mouth now looked very different, surrounded by flowers that had bloomed and twisted around the letters. Tendou was still smiling but it was now all over his body, shining through his eyes and bursting from the tattoo on his trembling arm.

After a moment, Tendou reached over and clasped his hand in Y/N’s. The empty feeling instantly disappeared and Y/N felt like she was getting pins and needles again in a way that was entirely more pleasant. Y/N clasped his hand back and leaned over, pressing herself against Tendou’s side to whisper into his ear.

“Soulmate or not, if you ruin my practise by distracting me again, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #tendou x reader #tendou imagine #tendou satori x reader #tendou satori imagine #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tendou x y/n #tendou satori x y/n #tendou x you #tendou satori x you #tendou fluff #tendou satori fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu soulmate

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nohoney · 3 years

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Do It For Me - 3.3

warnings: 18+, threesome, polyamory, mentions of assault, toxic relationships

title song: Do It For Me

summary:

You trust him.

“Anything?” you turn your head and ask against his lips.

“Anything…” he echoes back to you. “And fucking everything…”

“For me?”

“All for you princess.”

3.1 ✧ 3.2 ✧ 3.3

It’s not that you want to defend Jun in the first place for strangling you, you think he definitely deserves a kick in the balls or something, but Touya is not against beating someone blind for touching you and would not be sorry for going overboard. You had one scary instance where you went out together to a social on campus, back when he was still Dabi to you. A drunk frat guy grabbed your arm too hard, too insistent that you drink with him and his buddies when Touya left to go have a smoke, leaving behind a bruise on your bicep. Touya witnessed it the moment it happened and he dragged that guy to a hallway and proceeded to beat him silly.

You can’t move fast enough as Touya moves through the house, his eyes rapidly scanning the faces of the remaining partygoers and searching for Jun, damn near out for blood. Keigo has no idea what’s going, trying to ask what was wrong and you’re calling out for him to not do anything crazy and to calm down. “Jesus, fucking wait! Dabi! Dabi, I swear to god do not do anything!” you call out him, uncaring as you capture the attention of several of the people still in the house.

Keigo tries to grab Touya’s arm to get him to slow down and get a sense of what is happening. “Dude, talk to me! What the fuck is going on?”

“(Name) got fucking strangled and I know exactly who did it.” Touya growled and shook Keigo’s arm off. Turquoise blue zeroed in on his target who was standing by the sliding door leading to the outside.

You’re pinned by Keigo’s gaze when you come up behind him, his eyes now registering how badly bruised you are around your neck. You can see how his eyes harden instantly but his hands are so gentle when he pulls you to him, carefully cradling your cheek in his hand. “Who did this (Name)? Who put their filthy hands on you?”

It looks like Keigo might be on board with the ‘beat Jun’s ass’ club.

There’s a loud slam and a screech of ‘what the fuck dude?!’

Touya has Jun pinned against the glass of the sliding door, both his wrists restrained in Touya’s large hand while the other is grasped tightly in Jun’s hair and squishing his face into the glass. He’s got one leg in between Jun’s spread out legs, taking the assertive stance and ready for any kind of struggle he may receive. You can practically feel the malice rolling off his body in waves and you’re genuinely scared to approach the situation but you don’t think you can take witnessing Touya get violent on your ex-boyfriend, even if he deserved a good punch in the face.

“You fucking touch my girl and put your goddamn hands on her! I should shatter your fucking kneecaps!” Touya growls and slams Jun against the glass. “You think that you would get away with it, huh?”

“Dabi, stop it!” you tell him and look to Keigo, pleading with him to do something to stop Touya. But Keigo has that same look as your boyfriend, wanting to inflict pain on the person who hurt you and does nothing despite you shaking his arm and begging for him to calm the situation down. People begin to gather to see what all the ruckus is, cell phones slowly coming up to record what is surely going to a chaotic clip.

Jun is such a jackass, he hasn’t changed that loudmouth of his when he’s obviously in trouble. He taunts Touya as if he’s got any power in this situation at all. “I don’t see why you’re so pissed off man. Isn’t she, like, one out of the four other bitches you see? I think you can stand to rent her out to me for a little bit. It was just a little choking, nothing I haven’t done with her already.”

Touya slams Jun against the glass again, his teeth grinding so hard you swear that you can hear it from where you stand. “Oh my fucking god, Jun! Shut the fuck up! It’s like you’re trying to get your ass handed to you!” you tell him frustratingly, remembering this unsavory part of his persona when you used to date him. “Dabi, he’s drunk. He always talk like an ass when he’s drunk so just let him go.”

“This bastard fucking strangled you and you expect me to let him get away with it because he was drunk?” he hisses at you. “You think I’m supposed to be okay seeing you walk around with all those bruises on your neck because he was drunk?”

God, this was not how you wanted your night or your roll to go.

There’s a look of realization in Jun’s eyes at Touya’s words and he cranes his head the best he can to get you in his view. You can see the way he squints his eyes towards you and registers the damage he had inflicted on you, his mind sobering up a little. It’s not an excuse that he was drunk for what he did to you, it absolutely is not, but it’s clear that he had overestimated just how hard he grabbed you and didn’t actually mean to do it that hard. Honestly it felt a little rough for you but you didn’t anticipate either that you’d get bruises. Jun deserves a consequence for strangling you but you’re not asking him to get maimed or anything like that.

You don’t want him to get hurt but Touya will inflict a punishment he sees fit though, regardless of how you feel.

The severity of the consequence should never exceed the crime… right?

“Shit… (Name), I didn’t know that I-” Jun starts speaking to you but yelps when Touya bends his head back with the hand he still has planted in his hair. “S-Shit Dabi, I’m trying to apologize! I seriously didn’t—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Touya growls and you swear the entire room just freezes. “Don’t you say her fucking name, don’t you fucking look at her, you don’t get to say shit to her. You’re speaking to me now, understand?”

“Keigo! Fucking stop him!” you beg once more and pull on his arm. You’re getting flashbacks to that frat party, especially as Touya drags Jun to the backyard, it mirrors the memory of him dragging that poor frat boy. When you move forward to stop himself yourself, Keigo holds you back and just tells you to stay with him. You wrestle in his arms but he holds you tightly, shushing you with his lips pressed against his temple and telling you that everything will be okay. Your heartbeat is rushing in your ears and you feel light headed, anxiety rising and the scene in front of you feels unreal and you feel yourself to dissociate, your mind attempting to protect you from the trauma of witnessing Touya’s temper a second time.

There’s two boys that rush from the house to pull Touya off of Jun.

“You kicked his ass plenty Dabi, you gave him what he deserved.”

But Touya doesn’t feel like it’s enough, damn near lunging at the defenseless Jun on the ground.

Jun is an idiot, especially when he’s drunk, he used to come to your old apartment in the middle of the night sometimes a little beat up from being in a bar fight. You could remember your disappoint in him, that you told him if he kept on being a jackass while he was drunk then he’d surely get himself killed one day by the wrong person. And then you would bandage and clean up his scrapes and ice his bruises, kiss his cheek and keep him company until he fell asleep.

It’s wrong to think this in the moment since you’re with Touya, but you want to run to Jun and make sure he’s okay. You want to stop his bleeding nose and ice the poor bump on his head, tell him that he’s going to be okay. You want nothing more than to nurse his wounds because you still cared; Jun was wrong, you’re still too fucking nice. Even after that break up and him putting his hands on you, you couldn’t bring yourself to seriously consider him getting hurt as a proper punishment.

Touya better not find out that you feel that way.

You feel like your brain is going into overload, the memory of that first time witnessing Touya’s anger colliding with this experience now. The ecstasy and alcohol still coursing through your system definitely do not help either. Drugs, alcohol, and anxiety don’t make a good combination; you remember that very clearly from that first house party you attended with Keigo and Touya. They mix together and you feel like you are both flashing back to that memory but are also present in this moment, that same anxiety rushing through every part of your body and unsure how to handle itself, your body does one thing in response to all the stress.

You pass out.

━━━━✧

The instant it happened, it felt like everything moved in slow motion as you watched Touya grabbed that drunk frat boy and moved through the crowd of uni students who were either drunk or on something. The music was loud but you still kept calling him, shouting the loudest you could to tell him that it was an accident. Maybe that guy really did mean to grab you that hard or he really was just too drunk to register the strength of his grip on your arm, but a bruise on your arm was not the worst thing that could have happened with a drunk guy at a college party.

That didn’t stop Touya from clearing out a hallway of the frat house to beat that poor frat boy, you had watched helplessly because pleading didn’t get him to stop. So you did the only thing you knew would get his attention: you cried. The moment Touya heard your sobbing he had stopped instantly, coming to you shush you. There was blood on his knuckles and you had dared to look just a bit past him to see the frat boy with a bloody nose and blood stained lips. The guy had come out with just a busted nose and a slight concussion and when the fraternity president caught word that it was Touya that beat one of his brother’s, he took you and Touya to the side a week after to find out the story.

“He grabbed her, left a bruise on her arm after she said that he wouldn’t leave her alone. You can’t tell me that if you were in the same situation that you wouldn’t have done something about it?” Touya asked as he had lit a cigarette between his lips.

The fraternity president had sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before speaking. “I’m not saying that I wouldn’t have done the same, but I have a duty to protect my brothers Dabi. The proper thing to do would have just been to bring him to me. Now my brother has to take two weeks off to recover, I had to lie to the goddamn dean that he got too shit faced and fought with one of the pledges. The fucking frat house is on a probation now!”

You remember as you stood close to Touya, keeping your head down and somehow feeling like this was all your fault even though it wasn’t.

“Do you think he went overboard?”

You bristled at the question, not prepared to be spoken to again and thought that the boys would just talk it out amongst themselves. You had looked between the two of them and rung your hands together out of a nervous habit when you were put on the spot. You could never condone Touya’s actions because he clearly went too far over a simple grab on your arm, but you were scared of what his reaction may be if you spoke what you felt.

“You don’t gotta say it, it’s on your face.”

It’s not like that fraternity president saying it for you made it any better.

Touya had huffed, puffing on his cigarette and blowing out the smoke. “I fucking defended her, end of story.”

“Dabi… there is such a thing as excessive force. It’s clear that my brother was too insistent and grabbed her a little too rough, but fucking shit it did not have to come to that. I’m sorry but something has to be done, my brother deserves a little bit of justice too.”

“Hm…” Touya threw down his cigarette before telling you, “Go wait in the car.”

“But Dabi—“

His glare had sent you practically scurrying back to his car, waiting in the passenger seat as you watched from where you were. The worst case scenario was that you thought they were going to fight each other but they just stood where they were and continued to talk. At least they did up until you watched Touya lean in close to the fraternity president’s ear before he had pulled back and walked back to the car and got into the driver’s seat. You didn’t dare say a thing, the tension in the car palpable as he turned on the engine and drove back to his place.

You waited patiently for that so called justice the fraternity president spoke of but nothing had ever happened, trying to ask Touya what exactly he said to dodge any consequences of what he did. But you were forced to move on and leave the incident behind because he refused to tell you anything, just that he did what he thought was right and that he did it for you.

It was one of the first instances you learned that Touya will withhold what he feels likes you don’t need to know.

And you don’t question it.

━━━━✧

When you open your eyes, you’re lying in the backseat of a car and assume that you must be in Touya’s car. You still feel hot and groan over the fact that you passed out, feeling like shit since the ecstasy was still processing through your system. Thankfully you were already on a come down so you’d just have to ride it out again, though it would be slightly more raggedy considering the circumstances of why you fainted. Your teeth ache and your mouth feels dry, smacking your lips and slowly sitting up in the backseat. “I feel like shit.”

“You look like it.”

It’s not Touya or Keigo that speaks to you.

You jump as you look to see who’s in the driver’s seat, now recognizing that this was not in fact Touya’s car but a complete stranger’s instead. Despite your sluggishness, your body tries to go into overdrive to save yourself from potential danger, reaching for the door handle to just tuck and roll out the car. But the driver anticipates your action and locks it just in time, the vehicle slowly coming to a halt at a stop sign. The driver turns back to you and hands you a bottle of water, “I don’t normally take any favors from anyone but Dabi promised that if I took you back to his apartment then he would do something for me.”

It’s Shigaraki.

You warily take the bottle from him, the cap unbroken so at least you know that it’s new and it doesn’t have anything in it like a roofie. Chugging the water, it helps calm you down a little but you’re questioning why you’re being taken home by this stranger instead of by Touya or Keigo. “Why are you taking me home? Where’s Dabi and Keigo?”

“I don’t know who Keigo is but I’m assuming that’s Dabi’s friend when I pulled up at that house. He didn’t say where he’d be, just told me to take you back to his place and watch over you until he gets back.”

Whoa… Touya hates having people at his place. The fact that he’s letting this Shigaraki guy into his apartment to watch over you, that definitely speaks volumes because Touya likes to watch over you himself first and have Keigo take care of you if he’s not around. You still don’t know what this guy’s relationship is to your boyfriend and you don’t know who he is period so you keep your guard up for now. You see your purse on the floor of the backseat and you pick it up, finding your phone inside and seeing that the time was almost four in the morning. “When did you come get me?”

“Not too long ago, maybe like ten minutes ago. Your fucking boyfriend was blowing up my phone and telling me to get my ass to that stupid house all just for me to babysit you.” the words are mean itself but there isn’t a bite to them, a hint of annoyance at most. “He mentioned that you were on ecstasy, didn’t want you to be alone on your come down.”

Your phone has no messages from Touya or Keigo and your mood drops even lower; you want to be with them. “Did they say what they were doing? Where they would be?” you ask as Shigaraki pulls into the guest parking of Touya’s complex and turns off the engine of the car. The door clicks and you’re able to open the car door, stepping out into the crisp air of the very early morning.

Shigaraki walks ahead of you, carrying a little backpack that’s slung on his shoulder and he pulls his hoodie over his head. “I didn’t ask, I don’t really care about what he does in his personal life.”

You unlock the door to Touya’s apartment with the spare keys and allow Shigaraki in first. It’s so strange to be in his apartment and not be with either Touya or Keigo for company. Shigaraki leaves his shoes by the front door and goes to sit on the armchair, a recent purchase that you and Touya bought together. You see him pull a handheld game device out of the backpack he was carrying and just fixate his gaze on the screen of it, not paying you any attention.

Closing the bedroom door and locking it, you go to the bathroom with your phone and try to ring either one of the boys; they both go straight to voicemail.

It feels better to be cleaned up and in loungewear, though your body craves the affection of your boys. They always take care of you when you go through your come down, this would be the first time you go through it without either of them. So you walk back into the living room to see Shigaraki still sitting in the armchair with his game, two glasses of water on the coffee table, obviously one for himself and the other for you.

Keigo left you his pack of gum in your purse, tossing it on the coffee table after popping a new piece into your mouth. You take the throw blanket from the little storage underneath the couch cushion and snuggle into the fabric. The fabric vaguely smells like Touya’s cologne and you know that he’s slept on this blanket without washing himself up first which would normally annoy you but you’re grateful this time, feeling like this is the closest you can be to Touya at the moment.

The tv is turned on and you just run a random sitcom series to watch, keeping the volume low enough where you think it won’t distract Shigaraki from his game. Without neither of the boys to take care of you during your come down and this stranger keeping you company instead, you feel even lonelier. All you can think of is where they are and what they’re doing, why their phones aren’t on and when they’ll return to you.

You want something to distract you.

“Who are you to Dabi?” you ask to Shigaraki as you shift your gaze to him.

He doesn’t answer right away, seemingly focused on his handheld but he answers vaguely, “Just an acquaintance.”

You shouldn’t ask, you know you shouldn’t because if Touya wanted you to know then he would tell you himself, but you ask anyway, “Why did you come here that one day? What did you need to talk to Dabi about?”

Shigaraki answers vaguely again, “Just some business between us, that’s all.”

“When you came by that day, I didn’t see him until the day after. I came back over here and he was high or something like that.” you don’t think you should be explaining all this to Shigaraki on the off chance that Touya and him aren’t involved like that but you can’t stop running your mouth. You’re still so curious about that day and this guy could be the only person to fill in the blanks of what happened that day. “Did you have anything to do with that?”

“What Dabi takes is up to him, I just made sure he got back here alive.” It’s just more vague answers and it starts to frustrate you.

You’re not certain if Shigaraki is under orders from Touya to keep his mouth shut or if he’s just naturally dodging the questions without a prompt from Touya in the first place. It seems like he doesn’t want you in his business either, not exactly looking happy that apparently he was harassed to babysit some girl that he doesn’t know. “What did Dabi promise he’d do for you? It’s not like him to reach out to other people for favors, especially when it comes to me.”

The handheld device plays soft music that suddenly shifts into a different soundtrack, hinting that whatever game is being played means that he probably went into a battle or something. “He just said he’d do something for me, we haven’t worked out the details just yet. Just pretty much wanted me to come get you in a hurry, so here I am guarding his princess while she sobers up from her roll.” You hear a victory anthem before the same soft music from before plays. “I didn’t even know Dabi had a girlfriend this entire time, didn’t think he was capable of being locked down by someone.”

You ask all these questions but no light is shed on who exactly this character is.

“Are you, like, a drug dealer too?”

The little game plays whimsical music, little chirps and tones that sound much too cute for a scary guy like Shigaraki to be playing.

“Did Dabi tell you anything?” he asks you when he looks up from the screen of his game to look at you.

You feel nervous under his gaze now and regret asking your question, you feel like the wrong answer given to this guy will bare a really bad consequence. “No. He doesn’t tell me about that kind of stuff, doesn’t want me to know. I can’t ask him myself, he’d just get mad at me. And it’s just,” you pause to take a breath and hoping that this next sentence won’t get you or Touya in trouble, “when he came back that day after we met, he came back with a case full of drugs. So I’m just taking a guess that maybe you’re his supplier?”

Shigaraki stares at you and you stare back.

He looks back down at his game and continues to play it. “I’m not into getting high or using any of that shit but Dabi likes to sample it if he’s interested. He’s got the strongest tolerance out of anyone I know. Though not to say that I haven’t had to revive him once or twice.”

Oh god… the thought of Touya overdosing and dying makes you spiral even more.

What kind of life is Touya leading? And you have to wonder what exactly his plan was in life before you came along and what his future ambitions were. Talking about the future wasn’t really something that came up, you were surprised that you’re coming up pretty close to the one year mark. You have to figure though that with how serious things seem between the two of you that it’s a discussion that has to come up sooner or later.

“No more questions, you need rest.”

You snuggle into the blanket and inhale Touya’s cologne to bring you a sense of comfort. All you want is to be sandwiched between the boys right now. They’d give you head massages, play with your ears, pass you back and forth to cuddle with, and they’d just coddle the fuck out of you. And they’d know exactly when it was okay for you to fall asleep during your come down, without them you’re just pretty much guessing.

You pull up your phone and go to your photo album, scrolling through your favorite pictures of you and the boys. Touya isn’t really one for taking pictures, he’ll be in it but he rarely looks into the lens and gives a smile. There’s more photos of him looking away but the best ones are the candids that you and Keigo liked to take. Those images of him captured in soft moments or when he’s genuinely enjoying himself, never mind that some of them have lines of coke in the corner of the picture or that he only looks so relaxed because he’s high on opioids. One of your favorites you captured so him just smoking a cigarette outside with the sunset just beyond the horizon.

The next picture you pulled up was of Keigo and Touya together, the both of them had fallen asleep in your bed waiting for you to come back from your lectures one day but passed out from drinking the night before. The more you looked through the photos, the more you missed them and wondered when they would be back.

It was useless to try again but you rang their numbers one more time, sighing when it went straight to voicemail again.

I miss them.

“Do you know when they’ll be back?” you ask Shigaraki and hope that he’ll have an answer for you.

Shigaraki just shrugs his shoulders in answer and continues to focus on his game. “Dabi didn’t say. Though if I had to guess I’m assuming that he doesn’t want to be away from you for too long, he wasn’t exactly happy handing you off to me. He threatened that if I touched you the wrong way then he’d have my hands.”

“Well he’s gotta trust you to some degree if he placed me with you right?” you asked him. Touya doesn’t trust anyone outside of you and Keigo so Shigaraki must fall within the circle somehow.

“He considers me not as scummy compared to other people so that’s the only reason why I’m here.”

You make yourself comfortable against the couch and look at the tv, not really paying attention to what’s playing. “I’m tired but I feel like my body won’t let me rest.”

Shigaraki’s game beeps and in between what sounds like a battle, he offers something in his bag to help you sleep. You highly doubt that it’s melatonin that he’s offering you in the bag and tell him that you’re not allowed to take anything if Touya’s not the one providing it to you. As tempting as it seems to take something to help you sleep, you don’t know how your body will react to taking something while on a come down.

“You’re a big girl aren’t you? Dabi shouldn’t have to be the keeper of what you can and can’t do.” But you want to be good for Touya and follow his rules, more than anything you want to be good for him and be rewarded for it. Shigaraki’s cares are so little as you decline his offer, shrugging his shoulders and continuing on in his game with a quiet, “Suit yourself.”

You don’t know exactly when it was you fell asleep but when you wake up, you’re in the one place that you’d been wishing for the past few hours; curled up right in between Touya and Keigo.

The sun is out and if your curtains weren’t covering the window then you’d be getting the full blast of sunshine. You can see the dark circles underneath both of their eyes from staying up who knows how late, you had no idea when they returned and you figure that Shigaraki must be long gone. They breathe peacefully in their sleep and you just notice the placement of their hands, Keigo sleeps behind you with his hand on your hip and just one finger tucked in the band of your panties while Touya has his hand placed underneath the back of your knee and just simply holds it there.

The question of where they were can be put on hold for now, this is all you want in this moment.

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It’s hard for you to not bring it up every time either of them give you something or when they move to hold your hand. They’re not trying to hide it because they know it’s obvious but you’ve already learned from the both of them when to not ask about certain things. If they wanted you to know, you would have been informed by now.

They must have been too tired to clean up completely that night you passed out, you woke up before them and peeled back the blanket to see their hands with some dried blood and their knuckles bruised. Touya acts the same as ever and so does Keigo, but he’s careful to give you that warning look or a little tap on your thigh when your eyes lingered too long on their hands.

It’s been a little over a week since that night, burning curiosity that neither of the boys will cure for you. So you have to investigate on your own but without directly involving yourself, you ask a friend who’s still connected to your ex to find out how Jun is and make her promise that she won’t ask you any questions if she discovers something.

She gets back to you rather quick in just a few hours, it surprises you. But the only thing that she can inform you is that Jun’s still pretty beat up from the party with a broken arm and a black eye. “I heard that Dabi and Jun had a fight at that house party and that you passed out. But everyone says that some guys took Jun home after pulling Dabi off of him, he must have been acting up with one of the dudes that took him home, we both know how he can be when he’s drunk. That idiot is always starting fights when he’s wasted.”

That’s the story that she told you but it doesn’t feel right. When you look down at the boys’ hands, you get a strong feeling that something more went down. Touya was the only one beating down on Jun at the party while Keigo kept you at bay, so you have to question why Keigo’s hands look as if he had also beat someone up when you clearly remember that it was just Touya inflicting the blows at the party. Not to also mention the fact that you woke up in the care of someone else after passing out instead of with them. But you won’t ask, they won’t tell you anything and you figure that it must be for the best. Just like what Keigo told you before, if Touya doesn’t tell you anything it’s for your own good.

To the best of your ability, you try to move on from it.

Touya sits behind you, propped up against the headboard and holds your legs spread open for Keigo who lays on his stomach and eats you out. A playlist sets the mood in the room, playing from the little bluetooth speaker on his bedside table that is surprisingly loud. You recognize the beginning of the song that plays next but you can’t quite put your finger on where you heard it before, like it’s been a while since you’ve last listened to it.

“Cum on Keigo’s face, c’mon pretty girl. Do it.”

Whatever he says, you’d do anything for him, you trust him, you love him… you think.

Touya’s humming in your ear in tune with the song and it triggers the memory of where you’ve heard it. The bass of the song, the little piano that plays in the back, the chorus and lyrics. It’s a fitting song, the one that’s playing in the background. It’s the song that he played on loop the first time you sat in the back of his car. You didn’t pay much attention to it the first time but when you listen to the lyrics, you now realize how fitting they are. “I’d do anything for you.”

You let out a little pitched whine when Keigo presses the tip of his tongue onto your clit.

The bruises on their knuckles are fading but they still serve as a faint reminder of a night that you probably won’t get any answers if you ask what happened, just like that night you unknowingly ingested LSD.

Touya’s shown you things you’ve never done before, things you probably wouldn’t have even given a chance if not for him. He makes you feel like never before and you want as much as he will give to you, you have him in a way that no one else has before.

You trust him.

“Anything?” you turn your head and ask against his lips.

“Anything…” he echoes back to you. “And fucking everything…”

“For me?”

“All for you princess.”

Keigo kisses up your body, licking a stripe up your neck and captures you in a kiss, taking your attention off Touya. Any thoughts you have about Jun or that night, their touches and their words erase it for the time being. You drown in the affectionate names, drunk on their attention, whining and mewling, their cocks wiping your mind blank as they fuck you into the mattress.

Neither of them have dared to wrap their hand around your throat even though you do desire it but the bruises are still tender. So only soft kisses and careful caresses around that area in the mean time. Too caught up in your own ecstasy, you don’t see how their gazes soften when they look at the bruises, unable to see the correlation of how they go just a bit softer for you up until you asked to be hurt and for them to be mean to you.

So they give you what you asked for, sharp smacks to your ass that make you cry out, bite marks all over your body that make tears gather in your eyes, pulling their cocks out from you and making you masturbate in front of them for not begging the right way, and degrading you when you’re unable to articulate any coherent sentences when they fuck you silly.

And as mean as they were to you per your request, they’re extra nice in the after care as Keigo massages your sore body and Touya rubs soothing lotion on the sensitive parts of you skin. You ignore the fading bruises on their knuckles, knowing that it’s no longer important what happened that night but you make them promise that they don’t leave you with someone else the next time you have a come down. “You’ll do that, won’t you?”

Of course they promise you.

Touya will tell you if he feels like you need to know something, that’s how he protects you, how he keeps you safe, how he keeps you his. And you fell for it, genuinely believing that this is his form of love for you. Early in the beginning you didn’t even think that the two of you would come this far, that you’d just tell him how you like to be fucked and eventually things would fizzle out, especially with the whole ordeal with the side whores. Yet here the two of you are, bordering on the edge of an unhealthy love that neither of you can recognize.

He confessed to you himself that he’d do anything for you, that you’re all his and he makes you feel like you’re the one for him. You’ve given him your trust and hopefully you’ll eventually confess more than just your lust to each other.

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Touya’s glad that he’s finally able to bite, choke, and kiss at your neck again just a month later though it was a hassle for you to cover up every time you had to go out, the weather starting the transition into colder temperatures later in the night but still warm enough during the day time to wear short sleeves. He’s relieved to see that the bruises are gone, he felt like every time he saw the marks he would get that same sharp rise of anger like the very first time he saw them. He knew something was fishy when he heard that thump upstairs and when he stepped into that room with you and your ex, not trusting how you withdrew into yourself but he didn’t want to act without a probable cause.

He had watched two guys from the party drive off to drop Jun off at wherever he lived, but not before he bribed one of them with a little extra something so that he could get the asshole’s address and pay his own little visit later on. At that moment, he was more concerned with making sure you got home safe, the only other person he knew that would probably do him a favor was Shigaraki but only if he did something in return. He wasn’t a fan of leaving you alone with him but he would be damned if he was going to let that Jun bastard off for what he did to you. The punishment had to be executed the soonest it could happen. He gave him an easy beating at the party but it wasn’t enough, Keigo believing so too and riding in the car alongside him after securing you in Shigaraki’s car.

It was so fucking satisfying hearing Jun’s terrified whimpers and pleas, he has to hide how giddy he feels when he remembers Keigo breaking the fucker’s arm.

His knuckles feel a bit better, it only took a week or so for the soreness to go away.

You’re his good little doll, not asking questions despite the obvious evidence on his and Keigo’s hands the day after. You have your suspicions but you’ve learned well to not ask unnecessary questions and he just had to reward you in the best way that he knew how to, making you a cock drunk mess until you were too stupid to say anything but his and Keigo’s names.

It’s getting close to a year since the two of you made it official, a few weeks away actually and Touya’s surprised himself that he’s committed himself this far. He wouldn’t trade anything else in the world for what he has with you. He watches you with a fondness he’s never had for anyone else and he’ll do whatever it takes to make you stay with him, right where you belong. It’s so good that you’re compliant, Touya would hate to have to fight and break you to make you stay with him.

You and him are walking downtown together, his arm slung around your shoulder and making casual conversation about the upcoming cold weather and needing to buy new winter clothes. The two of you are going to meet up with Keigo at a bar later on so you kill some time. You want to stop inside a little boutique and see what they have, Touya will just stand outside and have a smoke while he waits for you, he doesn’t mind. He lights one up between his lips and brings his phone out of his pocket, messages about if he has more oxys and xannies. He responds back accordingly, puffing smoke out between his lips with ease and sucking in more nicotine into his lungs.

He pockets his phone and stomps out his cigarette as you come out the store a few minutes later with a little bag in hand. You talk excitedly about what you purchased and Touya listens absently, his eyes just briefly looking to the side when he sees him for just a quick second.

Jun stands a decent distance away, his arm still in a sling and cast. He’s frozen in place when he’s caught under Touya’s sight, absolutely petrified. You don’t see him because your back is to him, completely unaware of the silent interaction between your current boyfriend and your ex-boyfriend. All Touya does is subtly lift his arm from the small of your back and clenches his hand into a fist while keeping his gaze on him; it’s all the warning Jun needs to turn on his heel and walk the opposite direction.

Keigo waves to the two of you when you arrive at the designated bar, already having found a table and he just has a round of waters for now along with some chips in the center to snack on. Touya lets a little smile come onto his face as you barrel into Keigo’s arms, greeting him with a kiss and excitedly holding up the little bag you had shown to him earlier. Touya honestly doesn’t remember what you bought nor the store that he stood in front of waiting for you.

All he thinks about that in the moment is seeing Jun on the same street you stood on, seeing Jun with that fucking smug look on his face when he entered that room at the party, remembering Jun fucking begging to stop the pain as Keigo had him restrained so that Touya could inflict more pain on him before Keigo wanting his own turn as well. For a moment that bastard is all he can focus on to the point he has a headache and feels like he needs to pop a few oxys. But you pull him from the storm of his mind with just a simple touch to his thigh, looking to you and he sees your face, your smile… and he feels calm again.

Jun is the past and he’s your present, there’s no need to focus on what has already happened.

Although if Touya had the choice of going back in time to deliver an even worse consequence to Jun, he would absolutely do it in a heartbeat.

He’d do it for you.

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Part 4 of the Us Series: Tell Me (When You’re Ready)

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Continuing my collaboration with @paraniva-art for BakuDeku Winter Week...

We did Sweaters on day 1, Sick on day 2, and now Ice Skates for day 3...

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"Never?"

"Never."

Katsuki frowns. He's pretty sure he remembers a couple of school trips to the ice rink in their elementary school days, so what the hell?

"I didn't go to those," Deku says in a strangely blank voice when Katsuki reminds him of that. He gestures at the mat between them. "Are we going again? Aizawa-sensei is starting to give us the stink eye."

Katsuki glances toward their teacher, and sure enough he's staring in their direction. They're the only ones not actively engaged in sparring, so of course they stand out. He nods and gestures for Deku to come at him. Sparring with no quirks is no fun if you ask him. He understands the reasoning behind the activity, understands that there'll be times when he won't be able to use his quirk, either because the setting doesn't allow it or because a villain neutralizes him in a similar way Aizawa can do, but that doesn't mean he has to like it.

At least he gets to spar with Deku. These days, he doesn't mind so much being paired with him.

All right, he doesn't mind at all. He actually looks forward to it.

Not that Deku seems to realize as much. He's as oblivious as ever, and Katsuki is not exactly subtle to begin with. Just about all the class has caught on by now, if he's to believe the amused looks he gets from his band of idiots... and the rather alarmed ones Deku's friends give him on the regular. A couple of weeks ago, IcyHot even warned him that a toe out of line would get him a fist in the face.

Of course Katsuki replied with a fist of his own in the idiot's face. Which turned into an all out brawl. Which is how Katsuki ended up paired with Deku today, much to IcyHot's chagrin. Why he thinks it's up to him to 'protect' Deku, Katsuki has no idea. It's not like he has his sights set on Deku--Katsuki knows; he asked, point blank, and IcyHot was startled enough that he actually replied. And then immediately turned the question back on Katsuki, and took his lack of reply as an answer. He didn't look all that surprised, which annoyed the hell out of Katsuki.

By now, Katsuki is sort of despairing Deku will ever get a clue. Maybe it's time to up the ante.

"Why didn't you go to the ice rink outings, then?" he asks in between not-so-easily parried punches, going back to the topic at hand. He's not even sure how they started talking about ice skating, but now he really wants an answer.

"My mom didn't think it'd be a great idea," Deku mumbles. "You know, sharp blades, slippery surfaces, classmates who sort of pushed me around..."

Katsuki's stomach twists unpleasantly in a way he's learned to recognize as guilt.

"She didn't let you come because of me," he says blankly. "Because she thought I'd get you hurt."

Deku shrugs a bit and opens his mouth--to defend his mother or Katsuki, it's hard to tell--but just then Aizawa calls out the end of class. They follow the rest of their peers to the changing rooms, and Katsuki watches, a little annoyed, as IcyHot gets Deku's attention and makes him smile.

Katsuki wants to punch the idiot again, but he does not follow through. For one thing, it'd annoy Deku, which at this point is counter-productive. And for the other...

The beginning of a plan is forming in his mind, and, sadly enough, he'll need IcyHot's cooperation to make it work. Not his <i>help</i>, he doesn't need anyone's help, just... an assist. Or maybe even two.

Much to the general shock of the class, he volunteers to make food for everyone that night. The look IcyHot gives him when he sees the cold soba is somewhere between appreciation and suspicion, like he thinks Katsuki poisoned the food or something. It's almost entertaining.

Katsuki talks to Yaoyorozu first. He knows everyone in the class has asked something from her at one point or another in the past couple of years, and he was sort of proud that he'd never used the girl in that way, but apparently he's no better than everyone else. The thought displeases him, and he's probably grumpier than he should be when he asks his favor, but she doesn't bat an eyelash and merely smiles.

"Of course," she says. "What sizes do you need?"

She ends up making the ones for Deku bright red; Katsuki's are black with an orange X on the back.

Next, Katsuki has to talk to IcyHot. Which involves explaining to him why he wants this favor. Which means admitting he was an asshole when he was younger--but that's nothing new he supposes. Which also means owing the idiot a favor in return... and he collects right away.

"I want a promise," IcyHot says, arms crossed and looking much too serious for comfort.

"What?" Katsuki grunts.

He expects a ridiculous request, because even if they're--mostly--friends these days, or at the very least friendly, riling each other up is too much fun to forego altogether. Instead, he gets a very quiet, "Promise this isn't just a game for you."

Katsuki feels his cheeks turning bright red. He glares that much harder. "What the fuck kind of games do you think I play?"

"The kind that could get my friends hurt," IcyHot says coolly. "Both of them."

Katsuki sputters. Could the idiot be even more embarrassing?

"I'm not playing," he answers in the end, a barely audible mutter, because IcyHot is still waiting for an answer.

IcyHot just nods.

"All right, then. Is six o'clock early enough?"

Katsuki would have preferred earlier, but it'll have to do. He nods. And, very quietly, very grudgingly, mumbles. "Thanks, Todoroki."

The idiot nods again, and smiles a bit when he says, "Good luck."

Six o'clock.

In the morning.

On a Sunday.

Izuku groans and glares in the direction of his door.

His door on which someone, some very inconsiderate someone, is currently knocking insistently.

The glare doesn't stop the knocking, so he ends up getting up and going to open, so he can glare at--

"Kacchan?" falls from his lips when he sees who's standing there. He's not sure he isn't still dreaming. "Is something wrong?"

Kacchan looks at him as he opens his mouth, then hurriedly looks away.

"Clothes," he mutters. "I mean, get dressed. Warm clothes. Then come downstairs."

"Huh?" Izuku says, because he's still half asleep and none of this makes a lot of sense.

"Just do it already, Deku," Kacchan scowls at him, but just for the time of a blink before looking away again. "I'll be waiting."

He grabs the door and closes it, leaving Izuku so confused that, for a moment, he just stares at the closed door. Curiosity soon pushes him into action.

"Clothes," he says, remembering what Kacchan said, then looks at himself.

Oh.

He's just wearing boxers, and nothing else. And they're his loose sleeping boxers, so they're riding pretty low on his hips.

He got too hot last night, an effect of his new quirk, and he stripped out of his t-shirt. And apparently opened the door practically naked. No wonder Kacchan wouldn't look at him, he thinks, blushing in delayed embarrassment.

He's still a little flustered when he comes down, but Kacchan doesn't say anything other than a quick, "Come on," before he leads the way outside. Izuku follows, and is taken by such a feeling of deja vu that he has to ask, "We're not going to Ground Beta, are we?"

He knows they're not, because they're headed toward the woods, but it sounds better than asking if Kacchan plans to beat him up again.

Kacchan just rolls his eyes at him and doesn't actually answer.

Five minutes later, they get to a clearing in the woods where they stop to spar, sometimes, when they're out running. To be honest, Izuku loves those morning runs, when he gets to have Kacchan for himself for a little while.

There'll be no sparring today, though. The entire clearing glimmers in the early sunlight, and when Izuku lets out a quiet, "Oh," his breath mists up in front of his face. A sheet of ice covers the clearing, as smooth as--

Realization hits like a blast from Kacchan's quirk.

As smooth as an ice rink.

"Here," Kacchan says, pulling a pair of bright red ice skates from the backpack Izuku wondered about earlier. "Put these on."

When Izuku takes them, he draws a second pair from the bag, black, those ones, and sits on a fallen log to put them on.

"Kacchan?" Izuku murmurs, holding the skates to his chest. "What's going on?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm gonna teach you to ice skate."

Izuku blinks repeatedly and just stares at him.

"You... why?"

"It's my fault you never learned, isn't it?" Kacchan mutters. "So, I'm correcting that."

He's done putting his skates on but Izuku still hasn't moved. Rolling his eyes, Kacchan stands and makes Izuku sit on the log he just vacated. Crouching in front of him, he pulls his shoes off and takes the skates from him, sliding them on his feet. Izuku has a flashback to years and years and years ago, when they were small, when Izuku didn't know how to tie his shoes yet--when he didn't know he didn't have a quirk--and Kacchan sometimes helped him. That was one reason out of many why Kacchan became Izuku's favorite person then.

And now...

Now...

"Kacchan," he says again, even more quietly, and waits for crimson eyes to lock with his before he swallows the lump in his throat and goes on. "Is this a date?"

There's a part of him, a teeny, tiny part of him that expects to get punched in the nose for daring to ask such a silly question.

But there's a not so tiny part of him that's filled with hope, because Kacchan has been... different, lately. And while Izuku didn't want to make too much out of it, he's wondering if maybe, just maybe...

"God, do you have to be so clueless?" Kacchan mutters; his cheeks are scarlet.

"That's not a 'no,'" Izuku points out, unable to suppress a smile.

"So?" Kacchan tries to scowl at him, but mostly he looks worried. "What are you gonna do if it is?"

Rather than answering, Izuku grabs Kacchan's collar in one hand and draws him forward even as he leans down. Their mouths meet halfway for something that's barely a kiss at all, just lips on lips, and yet when they pull back after a few seconds, they're both blushing brightly. A moment passes in silence, their eyes still locked, their lips slowly curling into smiles.

"Come on," Kacchan says as he stands. "The ice won't last all day."

He offers his hand to Izuku, palm up. Izuku takes it and holds on tight.

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blkmxrvel · 3 years

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Haven’t Forgotten My Way Home (26) - [CONVERTED]

Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Female!Reader

Summary: In the D/s society of National City, men and women abandoned by their Dom/mes or otherwise deemed unfit for life “outside” end up at the Mount Overland House for Orphaned Submissives. It is here that Kara Zor-El finds Y/N Hastings, broken and fearful from mistreatment at the hands of her former Dom. Can Kara coax Y/N back into the world that once so terrified her, and show her the true meaning of care and submission?

Warnings: Domestic Violence (Flashbacks, Mentions and Descriptions), Misogyny, Domination/Submission.

They filed into the courtroom one by one, a nervous band of shaking hands and uncertain faces. Kara wanted, once again, to sit with Y/N, but she had to satisfy herself with a kiss, and tucking a loose strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear, before Lena ushered Kara off to sit in their previous seats.

It had been hell, sitting through Y/N’s testimony, especially knowing that Schott probably was turning a deaf ear to everything the young woman was saying. Kara didn’t know how that was exactly possible; there was nothing in what Y/N told that should lead anyone to believe she’d had a happy life with James Olsen. Kara had wanted to run up to the table and take Y/N in her arms, telling her that everything would be okay. And she wanted to punch Iris West.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Kara muttered to her.

Lena slipped an arm around Kara and squeezed her close. “Breathe, little one,” she whispered, and Kara didn’t object to the term of endearment. “You need to be strong for her, because if you’re not, who else is going to be?”

“I have to think about myself too, you know,” Kara said with a sigh. The talk she’d have to have with her bosses was looming ever-present in her mind, even as she tried to shove it away and concentrate on Y/N.

Not like my Miss Kara.

They were words that simultaneously thrilled her, and damned her. Kara knew that morally and legally she hadn’t done anything wrong; her bosses couldn’t keep her away from Y/N. But ethically… ethically she’d broken every rule in the book. Don’t get involved with a client. Don’t give a client preferential treatment. Don’t fall in love with a client.

Alex’s knowing face had told Kara that she knew what was in store for her, and Kara couldn’t help but absurdly wonder if she’d called her bosses to be there. There wasn’t any reason for them to be there, they usually never expressed interest in court cases involving clients.

“She wouldn’t do that,” Lena said when Kara voiced her fears. “I think Alex learned her lesson about not being upfront with you.”

“And I’m not telling you to not care for yourself,” Lena added. “You ought to know me better than that. Your first priority is to yourself. But don’t get so lost in it that you forget Y/N, too.”

“And you know me bet—“ Kara trailed off as the door opened and she and the others stood up as Judge Schott entered.

“Be seated,” he said. “Mr. Olsen, remain standing, please.”

His smile to James filled Kara with dread as she sat down and Lena took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Kara looked at Y/N, who sat there stone-faced, as if she knew what was to come, and was steeling herself for the inevitability.

“I’m going to get right to the point,” Judge Schott said smoothly. “Mr. Olsen, I find you not guilty of the charge of neglect.”

Kara growled low in her throat and Lena’s hand tightened around hers.

“I find that you provided Y/N with food, shelter, and the discipline that should be given to a submissive. Since you did not have a contract outlining rules and the consequences for breaking those rules, as well as the establishment of a safe word, it is the judgment of this court that you cannot be held responsible for going beyond acceptable punishment.”

Iris West-Allen looked startled at Judge Schott’s words, a fact that gave Kara no small amount of satisfaction. The man’s own lawyer hadn’t even believed in him. Alex glanced over at Kara, a combined expression of regret and triumph on her face. Kara knew she’d want to start phase two of bringing down Schott as soon as possible, but Kara felt tired, so impossibly tired.

And she only had eyes for Y/N.

“While the court finds you not guilty of the charges of neglect, the court does find that you did not obtain a contract, including the use of a safe word, at the beginning of your relationship with Y/N, as is required by law.”

“Slap on the wrist,” Kara muttered, and Lena shushed her.

“The court therefore sentences you to one month of probation as well as one month of Dominant education classes. Before you enter a claim with another submissive you will be required to submit proof that you attended these classes, is that clear?”

“Yes, Your Honor,” James Olsen replied; Kara found it curious that instead of looking relieved, Olsen seemed more… sad than anything.

Good, Kara thought. Maybe his conscience was finally catching up to him.

“Do you have any questions?” the judge was asking Y/N, though by his tone it was obvious any question she could ask would be considered stupid, and a waste of time.

“Do I- do I have to go back with him?” Y/N asked softly.

Kara nearly retched; it was only Lena’s hand still gripping hers that kept her from doing so. She hadn’t even entertained that possibility. Y/N had left James; there had been no thought in Kara’s mind about her having to return to him, or even still being bound to him. But Judge Schott had insisted on calling her Hastings-Olsen…

Oh god. What if—

“Do you want to be with him?”

This time, Y/N’s voice was strong, solid.

“Not if he were the last Dominant on earth.”

Kara smirked; next to her, Lena chuckled.

“You’ve taught her well.”

Kara shook her head. “That’s all Y/N,” she said proudly. “I’ve had nothing to do with that.”

“I think you have, more than you know.”

Maybe, she thought to herself, but the judge was speaking again.

“If you don’t want to be with him—“

“But I want to be with her,” James interrupted. He leaned forward, his hands splayed open on the table.

For a moment, Kara realized, the roles had changed. James was the one reaching out in supplication, and this time Y/N had the upper hand. This time, it was Y/N who had the power over James Olsen.

“I love you, and I’m sorry,” he insisted. “Things will be different, you’ll see. I know how to do things better now, you have to come home.”

There was a pause that seemed, to Kara, to go on forever before Y/N answered.

“I will go home, but not with you.” She looked at the judge. “I don’t want to be with him.”

A second pause; Kara and everyone else jumped at the sound of the gavel. When had that appeared?

“The claim is dissolved, and court is adjourned.”

The room emptied out quickly; Lena had gone off to console Sam, who seemed to be muttering swear words under her breath while glaring at the door through which Schott had made his hasty exit. Lucy’s job was done so she felt no need to linger around after a simple touch on Y/N’s shoulder and an apologetic smile. Alex allowed Maggie to wrap her arms around her, and the two women stopped in front of Kara.

“We’ll talk later?” Alex asked quietly.

Kara nodded, her gaze focused on the girl sat at the table in the front of the room.

“We’ll talk later.”

“I’ll call you.”

“You’ll call me. Alex?" She stopped and turned back.

Kara smiled. “Love you.”

She winked. “Love you too.”

Kara turned back around, watching her in the silence of the almost empty room. Watched as Y/N took a breath in, out, fingers flexing against the laminate wood of the table. What thoughts were warring with themselves in her mind? Kara wondered. She wondered if it was the same thought that kept running through Kara’s own mind.

Y/N was free.

Free. To enjoy personal rights or liberty, as a person who is not in slavery. Pertaining to or reserved for those who enjoy personal liberty.

To make free; set at liberty; release from bondage or imprisonment.

Schott may not have given them what they really wanted – James in prison, but he’d given Y/N exactly what she needed, had needed ever since she was a sixteen year old, terrified submissive.

A voice. A decision. A choice.

The claim is dissolved.

Kara sat in her chair and watched Y/N. In, out, hands flat on the table. Lips parted, eyes ahead.

“It’s not my fault.”

The battle was raging. Kara nodded.

“It’s not.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I-I’m free.”

Kara stood up and moved to the front of the room, to the table, positioning herself on it in front of Y/N.

“You’re free.”

Y/N looked at her, then wrapped her arms around Kara’s waist and rested her head on Kara’s lap.

“I can do whatever I want.”

Kara stroked her fingers through Y/N’s hair. It was always so soft, she thought.

“You can do whatever you want.”

Y/N let out a shuddering sigh, and Kara hunched forward slightly, covering Y/N as best she could in a hug and kissing the top of her head. She sat back up, her hand in the girl’s hair.

“What do you think you want?” Kara asked.

Y/N was quiet, and Kara felt a little worried about what Y/N’s answer might be. Perhaps she’d say she wanted time. Her own apartment. Which would be nice, really, Kara knew that Y/N was probably ready to leave Nia’s, leave Mt. Overland House behind. It would be absurd to think that Y/N would want to move in with Kara; it was absurd to think that that would even be a good idea at this point.

But what if she said she wanted to see other people? Maybe she wanted to try to submit to someone else, someone who wasn’t Kara. Maybe she didn’t want to submit at all.

But it would be her choice, Kara knew. Her choice, and she’d stand by whatever Y/N decided. Because she was free.

“A cheeseburger.”

Kara tilted her head. “What?”

“A cheeseburger, Miss Kara,” Y/N said, lifting her own head and smiling at Kara a little, her eyes sparkling with tears. Happy tears. “I’m starving.”

“Then you should get a cheeseburger,” Kara said with a laugh, her fears a little relieved. “You certainly deserve one.”

“Why didn’t he believe me?” Y/N asked, and Kara knew the opposing side of the battle was making its move.

“I told the truth…”

“I know,” Kara soothed, pulling Y/N up from her lap and cupping her cheek. “I am so proud of you. But we knew how this was most likely to turn out, Y/N. Judge Schott clearly had his mind made up before you even spoke.”

“I just thought if he heard me, if he listened—“

“He didn’t want to listen, little one.” Kara leaned forward and gently kissed Y/N’s lips. “But that doesn’t mean that you weren’t right, that this was your fault. None of this is your fault, and you know that now.”

Y/N stared at her for a long moment, and Kara was glad to see a new resolve appear in her eyes, and Kara was pretty sure she knew which side had won the battle.

“I know it wasn’t my fault.”

Kara smiled and kissed Y/N’s forehead. “Let’s go get that cheeseburger, shall we?” She had her own resolve, to put the impending meeting with her bosses out of her mind, at least for now.

He was waiting for her as Kara walked out holding Y/N’s hand. The surprise in his eyes told Kara that James hadn’t expected her to be there as well; had he expected to ambush Y/N in an empty hallway? Y/N’s hand tightened in hers.

“What do you want?”

“To talk to you.” He flicked his gaze to Kara. “Alone.”

Kara opened her mouth, but Y/N beat her to it. “That’s not happening.” She couldn’t help but smirk.

“We need to talk. I want to talk to you now.”

His hand was around Y/N’s arm, and Kara sprang into action, pulling Y/N behind her and positioning herself in front of James.

“Are you all right?” she asked, her eyes never leaving James’s face.

“I’m fine, Miss Kara.”

“Good.” She addressed James. “You’re going to leave her alone.”

“Says who?” he snorted.

“Says me.”

Kara smiled at Y/N’s words, and nodded. “You’re going to leave her alone. Your claim is dissolved. You had a good thing and you cruelly, brutally mistreated one of the most beautiful things you could have ever been given.”

“I didn’t know what I—“

“You’re right. You didn’t know, and you still don’t. You don’t know that women are no longer required to accept mediocrity when they deserve superiority.” He looked confused, but Kara didn’t bother to stop to explain.

“You are the poorest excuse for a dominant I have ever had the displeasure of meeting, and I am so sorry that Y/N ever had to suffer under your stupidity. But I’m also glad.”

Kara reached behind her and grasped Y/N’s hand again, pulling the girl forward so that they were standing close.

“I’m glad because now she knows what she should have had, and what she still can have. So no, you’re not going to talk to her, and no, she’s not going back to you, and yes, you’re going to leave her alone.”

She stepped so that she was so close to James she could feel his breath on her; it didn’t matter that he could easily crush her. Protecting Y/N made her feel ten feet tall.

“Because if you don’t, I will make your life a living hell, James Olsen.”

For the rest of her life Kara would consider it a personal triumph when James Olsen walked away with a glare, and Y/N threw back her head, laughing, as she picked Kara up and spun her around in a hug.

Two days later, triumph was the last thing on her mind when Kara was sat in the boardroom at SETS, facing down Bamford and Truelove. It was awkward, Kara thought, knowing that she would have to justify her actions to someone named Truelove. She would have thought he’d understand, but his stony expression as they both stared at her told her that she wouldn’t be that lucky. Of course.

“Are you Miss Hastings’s mistress?”

Apparently there weren’t even going to be forced, meaningless pleasantries; just jumping straight to the point. “No,” Kara answered.

“But she refers to you as Miss Kara.”

“That’s what you heard,” Kara said wearily. “And that’s why we’re here.”

“Kara.” Mr. Bamford folded his hands together and leaned forward against the table, regarding her with something that was between father and executioner. “We’re here because based on Miss Hastings’s comments during the hearing, it’s clear that you overstepped your boundaries as an employee of the Society for the Ethical Treatment of Submissives.”

“I didn’t intend to,” Kara insisted, though she knew in the end it wouldn’t matter.

“Is she submitting to you?” Truelove asked, and Kara sighed inwardly.

It was well-known, Alex had told her when she’d started at SETS, that Truelove’s aim was to become Bamford’s right hand man, and it didn’t matter who he railroaded to get to that point.

“Yes.”

“Are you making a claim on her?”

Kara glanced out the window. “I don’t know.”

“So you picked a patient at Mt. Overland House, ingratiated yourself into her life without regard to her recovery or treatment, and coerced her into submitting to you, but you don’t know if you’re making a claim on her?”

Kara slapped her hands on the table and stood up, beginning to pace around the room.

“From day one my only thought has been for Y/N’s well-being,” she said. “I didn’t pick her as if she was at a trade auction, I did not pick her as if she were a target for some… nefarious plan of domination. Things just… happened.”

“And they’re not supposed to,” Bamford said, a measure of kindness in his voice. “Sit down, Kara.”

She sat, still on edge, her foot tapping nervously.

“You’ve been trained,” Bamford said. “You’ve been trained, and you’re an excellent worker. You truly do have your clients’ best interests at heart, but I don’t think you can deny that you skirted your responsibilities to pursue a relationship with Miss Hastings.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Kara said, and narrowed her eyes when Truelove laughed out loud.

“Stop it,” Bamford admonished him, and Kara refrained from sticking her tongue out. Bamford regarded her and shook his head.

“Legally, you didn’t. Morally, you didn’t. You can’t help who you fall in love with, Kara. The heart wants what it wants.”

Kara managed a smile as his words sank in. The heart wants what it wants.

“But we cannot have an employee who is in love with a client.”

“She’s not a client anymore, the claim has been dissolved and she’ll be leaving Nia’s house on the Mt. Overland grounds.”

“To move in with you?” Truelove asked; Kara didn’t answer.

“That doesn’t matter. What does matter is that all of this happened while she was still a client. Didn’t you at any time think that perhaps you shouldn’t be dominating her?”

Kara shook her head. “We all know why I’m here, and we all know what you’ve already decided, so why don’t you save me some precious time and just tell me.”

Bamford sighed and looked at her. “We will give you two weeks to submit your resignation. If we don’t have the paperwork in hand when two weeks are up, you’ll be terminated.”

“So quit or be fired,” Kara translated, her hands beginning to tremble. She hadn’t actually thought it would be that bad. “Can I not just be transferred to another department?”

“So you can case for your next claim?”

“Truelove, go make yourself useful,” Bamford said. “Get me a coffee.”

He waited until his coworker had left with a huff, and then shook his head at Kara. “If he wasn’t my nephew,” he sighed, and Kara giggled a little.

“We can’t transfer you to another department,” Bamford said, sounding regretful. “Kara, I would if I could but you’ve compromised the good work we’re trying to do here. Who is going to take submissives’ rights seriously if counselors, advocates, workers start falling in love with them and getting into relationships? You’re a liability.”

He laid his hand on Kara’s arm. “I’m sorry.”

Kara stood up and moved towards the door, then paused to glance back at her boss. “You’ll have my resignation in a couple of days.”

“I’ll probably look for another job in a few days,” Kara said to her fathers, later as she was curled up on their couch in a pair of her old pajamas and indulging in a pint of ice cream.

Her fathers exchanged a look. “What about New York?” Randy asked carefully.

“What about it?”

“Kara,” David admonished softly.

“Now you can go to New York.”

“I don’t want to go to New York.”

“That’s crap, young lady, and you know it.”

Kara winced, and Randy wrapped his arm around her, kissing the top of her head.

“It’s my fault you’re still here.”

“Dad—“

“Hush while your elders are speaking, Kara Zor-El.” Kara rolled her eyes but fell silent. “It’s my fault that you’re still here. I should never have let you use my illness as an excuse not to chase your dreams. But you’re still young, you still have plenty of time, and now you have the opportunity. You’d be a fool not to take it.”

“Then I’m a fool,” Kara muttered, concentrating on the ice cream.

“What are you so afraid of, Sophie?” David asked, and she shrugged. “I know Y/N would want to go with you.”

“Y/N needs to make her own decisions about that.”

“You’re right, but is it her decision if you don’t even give her the opportunity to make it?”

“Do you love her?”

Kara just looked at him. She had thought it was obvious, but putting it into words, that was a whole different matter.

“Do you want to make a claim on her?”

“I don’t know, Daddy.”

Wasn’t this what she wanted? Kara thought. Everything seemed to be falling perfectly into place. Y/N was free to make up her own mind, and Kara was reasonably certain if she offered Y/N a collar, Y/N would accept it. Though it wouldn’t be a collar she’d offer, Kara knew. Maybe a necklace. A delicate chain with a dainty lock. Silver, and a gold star on. Or perhaps just a simple ribbon with a charm… Maybe white. Green? And what would the ceremony be like? Would they even have a ceremony? Well, of course they would. They’d have the chance to stand there in front of everyone – well, Kara would stand, Y/N would kneel. And Kara would make her claim, pledging her love for always. Y/N would answer that she would be Kara’s girl, Kara’s little one, as long as they live. What would she wear, Kara wondered. But it wouldn’t matter to her; Y/N could wear anything and she’d still be the prettiest girl Kara had ever met.

She was smiling, and the look her fathers were giving each other now told Kara that yes, she really was obvious. Kara sighed.

It was what she wanted, more than anything. But an offer was just that, an offer. And as “reasonably certain” as she was about Y/N’s answer, an offer could be turned down. A heart open with love could be broken. And though she called Y/N hers, though Y/N was her little one, it was in words only. There was no contract, no signatures, no rules or safe words on paper. At least not officially. Ultimately the decision would be Y/N’s, and Kara knew that a decision wasn’t always “yes.”

And New York… New York could mean too many things that were too uncertain. New York could mean success and happiness, or New York could mean endless auditions, one rejection after another, a career working as a waitress instead of on Broadway. A high-rise apartment in a great part of town, or a dumpy studio with bars on the window. And if she couldn’t provide for Y/N, what would she do then? Y/N deserved better than having to support Kara because she couldn’t be successful. She wanted more than anything to believe that New York would be the beginning of a magical new life for herself and Y/N, but Y/N had already had her hopes and dreams shattered once before; Kara didn’t know that she was willing to risk doing that to her again.

“You should at least talk to her,” her daddy said. “It’s not fair to Y/N for you to just shut her out of this decision. Of course it’s yours to go to New York or not, but to not ask Y/N for her input… It would seem to me that you’d be telling her all her hard work after James was for nothing.”

That wasn’t what Kara wanted to do, at all. Y/N had worked so hard, she was so strong now, probably the strongest person Kara knew. And the last thing she wanted to do was send a message to Y/N that Kara, who had believed in her more than anyone, thought she was too weak to share in Kara’s concerns, Kara’s dreams, Kara’s life.

But Kara could handle being fired. She could handle living in Lima for the rest of her life. What she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle, was a rejection from Y/N.

“The sky’s the limit, Kara,” her dad said quietly, squeezing her close. “The sky’s the limit, and Y/N can share that with you.”

She started to answer, but the vibrating of her cell phone distracted her. Kara glanced at it; Y/N’s smiling face stared up at her as it had for the past ten times she had called since Kara had left the SETS building.

Kara picked up her phone.

“Hi, little one. I think we should talk.”

#madi converts #HFMWH #kara danvers #kara danvers x reader #supergirl #supergirl x reader

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thatsgay-writes · 3 years

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Flashback 1

"Y/n! Come on your gonna be late for practice." Your older brother yells up the stairs to you. "I'm coming!" You yell back as you jump over the last step and run to the door. "Okay I'm ready to go." You say seriously as you look up at your brother. "Shin guards?" "Check." "Cleats?" "Check." "Water?" "Check." "Snacks?" "Oh my gosh, check! I have everything I swear!" You say as you push your brother.

Your brother... Elijah. Two years older than you, second year of college, and the only person you could trust. Elijah had basically raised you growing up. Your mom and dad were never home and when they were, they always had something to say negatively to you or about you. "You're grades are terrible. Have you always looked like that? Disgusting. I should have aborted you when I had the chance." And many other things would get thrown your way when the two of them were home. You were just glad that they provided a stable income so they couldn't get on your case about something else.

You hop into the passenger seat of Elijah's car and buckle up ready to go. Elijah backs out of the driveway and starts down the road. "You need a ride after practice?" You blush at your brother's question. "No Toni said she would walk me home." Your brother smirks at you. "The same Toni who you've had a crush on since freshmen year." You rolls your eyes and punch your brother's shoulder. "Shut up..." "Hey man don't hit the driver! Or I'll pull over and let you walk the rest of the way." Elijah says jokingly. You smile at him and roll your eyes. "Whatever."

*After Practice*

"Where the hell is Toni?" You ask yourself as you wait in the back parking lot. You see a random car you've never seen pull up into a parking spot and stop. No one gets out of the car and that sparks your curiosity. You crane your head some to see who was in the car and your heart breaks. Toni was in there swapping spit with the new girl Regan. You look away and start walking as soon as you see them start to remove each other's shirts. You knew that you and Toni hadn't talked about it but you thought the two of you were exclusive, dating even. You had turned down girls because Toni would get jealous when you got flirted with and try to fight them.

You shake your head and let a few tears out as you walk around the side of the building. Even if you weren't dating, she forgot about you and that's probably what hurt the most. You grab your phone and call Elijah. "Hey Y/n! You and Toni get tired of walking?" You can hear the smile in his voice. You sniffle a little and Elijah is immediately concerned. "Y/n? What happened?" "She..." You take a deep breath. "She forgot about me and, and..." "Hey c'mon take a deep breath before you get a panic attack or something." You nod your head, even though he can't see you, and take a deep breath. "She was fucking some other girl." "But I thought y'all were like dating?" You take a deep breath and let out a fake laugh. "Yeah so did I. I guess only one of us was allowed to fuck around. Can you just come pick me up? Please?" You hear keys jingle in the background and hear Elijah moving. "Of course I'm on my way."

You stood outside for about an hour wondering where Elijah was. "Where the hell is he?" You wonder as you shake some from the cold. You feel arms wrap around you and you get a whiff of Toni's cologne. You almost relax into her grip until you remember what you had witnessed. You almost immediately back out of her hold and turn around with your arms crossed. "What are you doing?" Toni asks in confusion. "Oh no, you don't get to play that innocent bullshit with me." Toni looks at you even more confused and you just roll your eyes. "What time were we supposed to meet to walk home?" Toni looks at the clock on her phone and tenses. "Two hours ago..." "Exactly, where the fuck have you been?" Toni rubs the back of her neck nervously, "I was just..." "Don't even try and lie to me." You say as you realize she was stalling and it made you mad. "What kind of shit are your trying to play Toni? Huh? Another girl shows interest in me and you go bat shit crazy and threaten to beat her the fuck up. But you can go around and fuck some other bitch? How the hell does that make sense!" You yell at her.

"Listen, Y/n... I'm sorry. I really do..." You hold up your hand to cut her off. "No, just stop whatever explanation your trying to make up. We have been in this weird dating but not dating parallel thing for almost 6 months! I've been patiently waiting for you to finally just ask me to be your girlfriend cause whenever I ask for more you say no. What am I to you? Just some play toy or some shit?" You say getting up in Toni's face making her mad. Out the corner of your eye you see Toni's hand curl up into a ball. You raise an eyebrow at her and make eye contact. "What are you gonna do Toni? You can't punch your way out of this one." Toni takes a deep breath trying to calm down. You actually think she does until she turns around and starts punch the fuck out the building wall.

"Toni! Stop!" You yell and grab her by the waist and pull her away from the wall. "Toni, fuck." You say as you notice her bloody knuckles. You don't let go of her waist as tears roll down her face and grab your phone. "Martha, hey... yeah, I need you to come get Toni... we're at school... She punched the hell out of a wall... yeah, yeah... okay bye." You go to put your arm back around her waist when your phone starts ringing. You groan and answer the phone. "Hello?" "Hello is this y/n?" "Umm, yeah who's asking?." "This is the NorthWestern hospital, you are listed as the emergency contact under Elijah Woods."

Your heart starts beating loud. "Elijah? What happened? Is he okay?" You ask, scared out of your mind. "We think it's best we tell you the news in person." You hang up the phone and almost immediately start panicking. Oh fuck it's bad, it's bad. You think as you unwrap your arms from Toni and hug yourself. Toni notices the sudden change in your mood and immediately turns around to catch you as you collapse into her arms. "Y/n? What happened?!" Toni asks worriedly. "It's Elijah... He's at the hospital."

*Time Skip*

Elijah was dead, gone. A drunk driver took his life in broad daylight. Who the hell even gets drunk during the day like that?! You stood to the side of the casket as it was being lowered to the ground. Your parents stood next to you, playing the role of grieving parents. You knew it would end as soon as you got in the car and were out of site from people. And you were right, the moment you got home your parents called some movers to clear out Elijah's room. You managed to grab his guitar from the case and switch it with yours before anyone could notice. You're parents would freak but it was something to help you remember him. You and Toni were officially done, after the phone call about your brother and the argument you texted her the next day that it was over and to lose your number. You hadn't seen her since then.

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Chris

Chris LaSalle x platonic Reader

Spoiler Warning: major spoilers for season 6 of NCIS New Orleans

Warnings: grieving, mentions of violence, being drunk, a break up, not eating, sugar rush, nightmares, crying, reader not getting out of bed for several days

Summary: Reader doesn't know how to deal with the death of their father figure LaSalle, this is basically pure angst. Flashbacks are cursive.

"Chris, why am I in an interrogation room?", you were starting to panic. "Don't worry, (Y/N). I just want to talk and here no one is going to interrupt us". You expected a lecture on respect and behavior or something along those lines. Pride had already majorly chewed you out and you knew you shouldn't have lost your temper like this but here you were. "I promise, I'm not mad about what happened at the academy. I'm just worried about you and I don't want them to kick you out", LaSalle always knew how to approach you. He had learned from years of dealing with his brother that he shouldn't upset people in already difficult situations any further. You stayed silent. It was hard to put the things that had happened into words. "Alright, we'll try something different. Did someone at the academy treat you in an unfair way?" You nodded your head. "Did they say something rude?" Another nod. "(Y/N), you'll have to be completely honest with me now, even if it's uncomfortable. Did they physically attack you?" You looked past Chris at the wall and then the words just started spilling out of your mouth: "They beat me up every day and I tried to ignore them and look like I don't care and I thought they'd stop...and I'm just good at dodging punches so I protected my face to not get any visible bruises...but there are three of them and I'm alone and I didn't know who to talk to, and I tried to tell Pride about it but he was pissed at me because he had already gotten the complaint about my absence and it's impossible to properly talk to him when he's mad so I just hid at that gas station til you dragged me back here". You were out of breath and on the verge of completely breaking down. Lasalle grew increasingly angry at the people who did this to you. He tried to contain himself to speak to you in a softer tone: "None of this is your fault, kid. I'm taking care of this, we'll get these guys expelled and I'll make sure you can go back to the academy and finish your training". You calmed down a little bit and tried to process everything that had happened over the past few weeks. You looked at LaSalle: "Chris?" "Yeah?" "Thank you". He walked around the interrogation table and held out his hand for you: "Come on, I'll give you a ride home. You need a break".

You hadn't left your apartment in three days, out of all members of the team you'd been the only one to take your special vacation. You didn't bother to get out of bed and you couldn't care less about the state you were in. You weren't sure if you had really processed the news yet. The days went by in a haze.

"Hey, kid! Wait a minute!", LaSalle came running after you. You stopped in your tracks. "What is it?" "I have something for you", he was clearly holding something behind his back. "Show me", you demanded. "Close your eyes", he looked at you mischievously. "Chris, I'm not a child", but you did as you were told anyway. "Now hold out your hands for me", you did and LaSalle dropped something into your hands. "You can open your eyes now". You opened your eyes and looked at the thing: "Oh my God is this…", you couldn't even finish your sentence. "It's your very own NCIS badge. From now on you're NCIS agent (Y/N) (L/N)". You looked at the badge in your hands for a moment and then clipped it onto your belt. LaSalle looked at you like a proud father.

You woke up in cold sweat from a dream that you couldn't quite place in the timeline yet. The moment you realised that you were indeed awake on this day in this time and he wouldn't be there at the office and he never would be anywhere again you broke down again. There were only so many tears someone could cry and you definitely weren't done crying yet so you just curled up into a ball to cry some more.

"What is it, King?", Chris was on the phone with Pride. "It's about (Y/N), they're drunk and I need you to come here and get them home", Pride sounded concerned. "Did something happen to them?", Chris started to worry. "They won't talk to me and they were already drunk when they got here. Something is clearly wrong". "Alright, please keep an eye on them. I'm on my way", with that LaSalle hung up and started making his way to the bar. When he arrived he saw you sitting there slowly drinking a cup of water which Pride had given you earlier. LaSalle approached you: "Hey, kid. Would you like to go home?" You stared at him in confusion before nodding slowly. You stood up and held onto his sleeve for support. LaSalle lead you to his car and helped you sit down in the passenger seat. He even secured your seat belt. He had never seen you this drunk before. Chris waited a minute before he started driving: "Do you want to tell me what happened?". You said nothing for a while, then tears started welling up in your eyes: "Jo broke up with me". You sounded distressed. "Oh, (Y/N). I'm so sorry", Chris leaned over the console and pulled you into a hug. You continued talking: "They said that I'm too damaged to be in a relationship...they said I'm broken and that they're not willing to help me". You started sobbing louder this time. Chris still held you. You continued: "They said there's probably no one in this world who could ever fix me". "None of this is true", Chris tried to soothe, "You're not broken. You just went through some rough times and we're all here to help you through them". You both sat in his car like that for a while before starting to drive.

You didn't know what to do except for keeping on to rot away in your room. The only thing that usually came to your mind in a situation like this was calling LaSalle, but in a fit of anger yesterday when it settled in that you could never call him again you had thrown your phone at the wall. It was still intact thanks to the outdoor phone case and screen protector but you were unwilling to retrieve it from the ground. You wouldn't know who to call for help anyways.

This case was a rather difficult one but you were on the verge of solving it. All it had taken were a few sleepless nights, a few more cups of caffeinated drinks and a sugar rush. But profiling was one of your specialities and this guy had a lot to be profiled about him. You presented your profile to your team, they compared it to their evidence, they found the guy because Patton is the best at locating people and so the bad guy went to prison and all of you could finally go home and sleep. If it wouldn't be for your sugar rush. Everyone looked very tired, but you were still bouncing around the office because you somehow needed to get rid of your energy. "Don't you want to go home, (Y/N)?", it was LaSalle who was the last one about to leave. "I'd love to go home but I kind of had an unhealthy amount of fruit loops and Caf-Pow", you were still pacing around in the office. "Do you want me to walk you home? Maybe that'll get the sugar out of your system", and that's how you ended up on a 30 minute walk through New Orleans to your apartment with LaSalle who later took a taxi back home.

"Dwayne, we can't just sit around and do nothing about this", Loretta knew she couldn't get upset with Pride now. He was suffering too, but that didn't excuse letting one of his agents down like this. "What do you want me to do? They've taken personal days off. I tried calling them and they didn't answer so they're probably not willing to talk", he really didn't deal with the situation that well. "Maybe it's for the better if you keep everything in order here. I will go to their apartment and check up on them", and Loretta went on her way.

You were hiding under your blanket feeling mostly numb now when suddenly there was a knock on your door. You couldn't find your will to get up, so you waited. The person would eventually go away and figure that you weren't home. To your surprise that didn't happen. Someone started unlocking your door which further confused you because only one person had a spare key to your apartment. And his death was the very reason you ended up like this.

"(Y/N), are you here? It's Loretta!", she looked around your living room to see that everything was a big mess. You didn't find your will to answer. "I'm coming inside now, I'll find you if you're somewhere in here!", Loretta knew better than to startle you. When she reached your bedroom she saw you on your bed and came closer. "Hey, how are you holding up", she knew that you were barely holding up at all but she needed to get you to talk. "I don't know", you stared blankly at her. At least you were answering. "Do you want me to let in some fresh air? It smells like your window hasn't been opened for days". You nodded. Loretta opened a window. Then she sat down next to you on your bed. "We've been worried about you. Don't you want to get out of bed and take a shower? I'll try and find something to eat for you", Loretta knew exactly what to do in situations like this, she had been working with a bunch of very stubborn and very sad people for a long time now. "I don't want to shower", you answered flatly. "That's okay, would you like to change into other clothes?", Loretta had noticed that you haven't even done that after coming back home days ago, and besides that she had also smelled it. You nodded. You got up and leaned against your wall. Loretta started picking out a fresh set of clothes, a washcloth and a towel from your wardrobe. Maybe that would get you to at least wash your face. She placed everything on the shelf in your bathroom and made her way to the kitchen.

A few minutes later you walked into the kitchen in fresh, comfortable clothes and a bit cleaner than before. You sat down at the table and Loretta handed over a cup of tea. You took a sip. You didn't know what to say. You looked down at the table. "You need to talk about this, (Y/N). The situation is difficult for all of us, but we can help each other with getting through it", Loretta didn't want to pressure you to talk, but she had to get at least some information in order to help you. You sat in silence for a longer while. You suddenly started talking: "I just don't know what to do without him, nothing makes sense anymore". Once again tears started flowing and by now you didn't care anymore. Loretta was out of good advice so she gently pulled you into a hug. You kept rambling on: "He was the one getting me off the street and the one who got me into the academy and inspired me to join NCIS. Chris helped me through all the trouble I got myself into. Loretta, I've got no one else. There used to be no one until Chris appeared and no it's going to be just like that again...and it's all just so unfair, he didn't deserve all the pain and he must've been so scared and now he's dead and there's nothing we could've done to prevent it". Loretta didn't know what to say so she just held you closer. You tried to calm down.

It hadn't sunken in yet that from now on you' d have a purpose and a goal. Chris had managed to get you a place at the Police Academy by adding a reference to your application. You'd try your best to make LaSalle proud and become a good cop. If someone would've told you a few months ago that you were going to get a higher education or a stable job offer you would've probably laughed, but here you were now with an actual future ahead of you. LaSalle reentered the kitchen with two cups of orange juice and handed one of them to you. You looked at him for a second before saying: "Don't worry Chris, I'll try my best to make you proud". He just smiled and said: "I know you will, kid".

About an hour, two cups of tea and a bowl of dry fruit loops later you were in a state of mind that Loretta felt it would be safe to leave you alone in. You had decided to sit this case out and you'd come back once you felt capable of doing so. Loretta stayed a while longer before she had to leave and she promised you to call later. When she made her way out of your door she looked back at you: "Christopher is proud of you, (Y/N). And I know you will continue making him proud in the future".

And she was right, you had a bright future ahead of you and you'd do anything to make it a future that Chris LaSalle would be happy about.

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