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jedi-hawkins · 6 months

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Bad Batch ~ Bryn-ayla Del Caro

A/N: Welcome all! Here's an introductory chapter to my Jedi OC, Bryn. I've been weaving her into the Star Wars Saga over the last year, Please give her some love! If anyone has ideas or constructive criticism, all is welcome. May the Force be with you!

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: canon descriptions of violence. Mentions of death, injuries and brief mention of suicide.

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The year is 21BBY, and the Clone War has been raging for just over a year. Jedi Master Bryn-Ayla Del Caro has come to Kamino to meet her new trooper squad, Clone Force 99. How will she mesh with this new batch of soldiers?

Footsteps softly echo off the pristine white floors of the Tipoca City Cloning Facility as two Jedi and a Kaminoan calmly walk through the hallways.

"The clone production is getting more and more efficient with each batch." The Kaminoan, Nala Se, says, gently waving her hand at a window that overlooks towers of embryos floating peacefully in bacta tanks.

Master Bryn-ayla Del Caro simply nods. "It is clear that your cloning facilities are impressive, and the soldiers you train are outstanding fighters. But with all due respect, I came all this way to meet my new squad, not for a tour."

"Yes, Clone Force 99." The other Jedi, Master Shakk Ti adds. "Our experimental batch. They are just getting ready to run the Citadel simulation for your assessment. Right this way."

She gestures to a nearby door and leads the way through a few more turning hallways until Bryn finds herself on a balcony overlooking the impressive Kaminoan training facility.

Nala Se takes her place at the direction console for the facility. "It will be just a moment."

Bryn turns to her comrade. "So, what more can you tell me about Squad 99?"

The togruta smiles. "As I said when we first talked, they're an interesting bunch. Each had their DNA modified to emphasize traits that may be desired in soldiers. Enhanced intelligence, superior eyesight and reflexes-"

"Amplified strength?" Bryn adds as the platform rises into the arena with four clones on it, one significantly bigger than his brothers.

"Now you're getting the idea." Shaak Ti responds. She looks over to Nala Se, "Are we ready to begin?"

The Kaminoan nods, turning to one of her assistants "Lets go with variation 473, and tap into their comms channel." she says.

The assistant nods, tapping a few buttons on the control console. The droids in the arena below come to life, raising their weapons as an automated voice begins a countdown.

On the platform below, the four clones are talking to each other.

"We've done hundreds of these, boys. We've got this in the bag." Their Sergeant says absentmindedly, his eyes trained on the new face on the viewing platform above.

The large one smirks under his helmet. "A simulation? Why don't they give us a real challenge?"

The group fans out, immediately settling into their places behind the crates set throughout the arena.

'Three... Two... One...'

The droids begin their assault. After assessing the situation, the sergeant turns to the man beside him. "Crosshair, towers."

The clone carrying a firepuncher rifle, Crosshair, gives a curt nod and creeps around the perimeter to begin scaling one of the towers firing down upon the squad. He makes quick work of them and begins picking off droids down below as his brothers begin their advance.

After a couple more moments, Bryn can hear who she assumes is the big one grumble to his comrade with a helmet modified to fit a pair of goggles. "Augh, this is boring."

Sensing what he's about to do, his brother shouts, "Wrecker, no!"

Completely ignoring him, Wrecker launches himself over the barrier they were sheltering behind, kicking a droid out of his way and immediately bringing his hands down on another. Shaking his head, the brother follows Wrecker's path while the sergeant pulls up the rear.

Mad laughter can be heard through the comms channel and Bryn smiles. "He seems to enjoy this. They have interesting tactics, Master Ti."

She nods and turns to the Kaminoan assistant. "Switch to variation 291." They turn their attention back to the arena as the assistant changes the simulation.

New armored battle droids rise from the floor, eliciting another laugh from Wrecker. The armored droids begin firing as more waves of battle droids close in, causing the three clones on the ground to retreat behind barriers.

Crosshair fires a couple shots onto the armored droids, but it simply calls their attention to him. They fire up to the tower where he's perched, causing him to retreat down to the ground where the sergeant is. His cool voice finally comes over the comms. "This is going well."

The clone with goggles looks over at Wrecker and remarks. "They must have changed the simulation parameters. It seems our original assault may not be sufficient."

"You think?" Wrecker grumbles back.

"Might I suggest Plan 23, Hunter?" Goggles says, looking at his Sergeant.

"Good thinking, Tech. That sound alright boys?" Hunter replies

They all give a nod and move to new positions, restarting their fire on the droids. One of the droids manages to hit Hunter's blaster, knocking it out of his hand. To Bryn's interest, he simply pulls a pair of vibro-knifes from his armor and continues with hand-to-hand attacks on the droids. "You let us know when you're ready, Crosshair." He says.

A couple more movements of fire between the clones and the droids pass and suddenly Crosshair calls over the comms, "Now!"

He and his three brothers each toss a small shiny disc in the air, and Crosshair fires a single shot, it ricochets off droid heads and the discs taking out every last droid in the arena.

The clones all emerge from cover and look up to the balcony where their spectators stand. "Nice job, boys." Hunter remarks.

Shaak Ti simply gives a nod to the clones below. "Come, Master Caro. Time to meet them in person." She says, beckoning the other master to follow her.

Back on the training floor, Wrecker turns to his brothers. "Who d'you suppose was up there with Shaak Ti?"

"Probably our new General." Tech replies, pulling a data pad from his belt.

"Tch." A single noise, dripping in distain from Crosshair.

Before the squad can say anything else, the door to the arena opens and Shaak Ti enters, leading what is definitely another Jedi behind her.

"Clone Force 99, may I introduce you to your new General, Jedi Master Bryn-ayla Del Caro." Shaak Ti says, waving a hand to the Jedi beside her.

The squad takes their helmets off, and a clone with a mess of long dark hair tied back by a red bandana steps forward. "General, I'm Sergeant Hunter, and these are my men." He points to the clone with goggles that's holding the data pad. "This is Tech, he's our smart one."

Then he points to the clone that towers over his brothers. His left eyes is clouded over and it's clear he's taken an explosion to that side of his head. "This is Wrecker. And finally-"

"Crosshair." Bryn finishes, looking at the tall and lithe clone with the rifle.

The squad looks at her in surprise.

"Woah, was that some kind of Jedi trick?" Wrecker asks with a grin on his face.

Bryn laughs, "Far from it. We were tapped into your comms. Your tactics are quite impressive. I'm looking forward to seeing more of your work."

Hunter glances to his squad. "With all due respect, we are a little confused as to why we are being assigned to you, sir. Don't Jedi normally command entire legions, or armies even?"

Bryn gives the remark some thought before replying. "Come, let's get something to eat and I'll answer all your questions."

"Please allow me to escort you." Shaak Ti says, but Bryn holds up a hand in protest.

"Thank you, Master Ti," she says "but I believe my squad can show me the way. We'll be fine"

The togruta considers the suggestion, eventually nodding. "Alright, please come see me in my office before you depart."

Bryn nods and Shaak Ti exits the arena. She then turns to the clone squad, "You are hungry, right?"

Hunter clears his throat. "Ah, yeah, yes sir. Come on boys, let's show the General to the mess."

Hunter falls into stride with Bryn, as his three brothers follow behind.

"So, who exactly are you?" Crosshair croons.

"Crosshair-" Hunter warns.

"No, it's okay." Bryn says. "I am Jedi Master Bryn-ayla Del Caro. I was born on Takodanna in the western mid-rim, brought to Coruscant when I was four to begin my Jedi training. I was padawan to Jedi Master Plo Kloon. I work closely with Master Obi-wan Kenobi and the 212th Legion as well as Knight Anakin Skywalker and the 501st. I'm sure they don't need introductions."

Bryn pauses, but the brothers are hanging on to her every word. "Depending on what files you have pulled up on that data pad there, Tech, you may see that yes, I did command a Legion for the Republic." Again, she pauses. The name of her fallen men catches in her throat. "The 43rd."

Tech adjust his goggles, quickly typing in a few things on his data pad. "Everything I have here confirms what you said, though there is one discrepancy. It says here that the 43rd Legion was wiped out entirely during the Battle on Jabiim early in the War."

Bryn's face falls. "There were two survivors from the 43rd."

"So you just left your men behind to be slaughtered?" Crosshair sneers.

Bryn's face hardens and she stops to look him dead on. "Why don't you hear me out before throwing accusations around? The front on Jabiim hadn't changed in nearly six weeks. The Republic decided to switch tactics. They divided the 43rd into its battalions and sent them to simultaneously attack Separatist strongholds to retake the planet. I was forced to stay with my point battalion at Shelter Base to coordinate our efforts and hold our only point of occupation."

Her words seem strong, angry maybe, but Hunter can sense she's terrified. He can hear her heart pounding in her chest as she continues. "Separatist Commander Alto Stratus had all our intel. He was able to maneuver through our defenses and launch a frontal assault on Shelter Base. I was at point, trying to buy enough time for everyone to get inside. I lost one hundred and twenty-seven of my men in that first attack. Good men. We had just enough time to triage the wounded before the second wave hit. I couldn't tell you how many assaults there were after that. The Seppies were armed far beyond what we expected. It was almost like they were toying with us as they divided that battalion and picked us off."

Bryn pauses, some screams of falling troopers echo through her skull. "It was all a blur. There must have been a break because the last I remember was my Commander dragging me out into the woods. Apparently it was four days before a rescue ship made it out to our location, I don't know how Steeler kept us alive. The next I knew I was waking up on Coruscant after spending a week in a Bacta Tank."

She takes a moment to steady her breathing and Tech's data pad let's out a couple beeps.

"Ah, yes." He says. "Here's the treatment report. Concussion, facial fractures, four cracked ribs, multiple lacerations and blaster wounds that needed surgical repair, shattered kneecap, bruising to the kidney, liver and spleen from blunt force trauma, and post-surgical intracranial bleeding." Tech lists off.

Bryn swallows. "I should have died. It took me three days to wake up after they fished me out of the bacta. Medics were unsure whether I was going to wake up at all. That's when I learned the fate of my Legion. The battalion at Shelter Base wasn't the only one that was compromised, all of them were. The other Jedi commanders and my three younger brothers were among the those killed in battle. The loss of Jabiim was a grave Republic defeat. Some men were lucky enough to survive the blood bath and made it to the med stations, but most soon died to their injuries. For the ones who left the medbays, it was only a couple of weeks before they chose to join their brothers. Commander Steeler and I are the only survivors."

The squad is silent for a moment as they soak in her story.

"Kriff." Hunter mutters. "I knew Jabiim was bad, but I didn't know how bad."

Wrecker's jaw is hanging open. "Well, what happened to you then?" He prods.

Bryn sighs, "Commander Steeler was absorbed into the 212th under General Kenobi. I've been helping both the 212th and 501st as well as doing some Ambassador work, but the Council and the Chancellor think it's time for a change. They wanted to move me to command the fourteenth sector army, but I refused the position." She trails off.

"You turned down the command of an entire army. How noble. Or was it fear?" Crosshair jeers again.

Bryn's face darkens. "No. I didn't agree with the Republic's decision to split my legion. It was early in the war and a lot of our troopers were still shiny, the command included. I wanted to take my lead squad to see what we were dealing with before attacking, but I was overruled. The Republic felt our numbers were strong enough for the siege to succeed with full frontal attacks. I should have gone against orders and taken the squad anyway. I knew it was the right choice even though the Republic thought otherwise. It's not the first time I've disagreed with Command, it probably won't be the last."

Hunter waves a hand down the hallway, beginning to lead the group again. "Then you may understand our-" He chooses his next words wisely. "-reservations about the Republic's decision to send you to supervise us."

Bryn stops and places a hand on the Sergeant's shoulder plate, "I'm not here to supervise you. I requested this squad. I see a chance for us to do for others what I couldn't do for the 43rd."

Wrecker cocks his head to one side. "You want to be here with us?"

"Your files were very promising. This elite clone force will be able to tackle the missions entire Legions can't figure out. We can save lives and hopefully bring this war to a swifter end." Bryn responds.

Crosshair rolls his eyes. "A Jedi wanting to save innocent civilians, how novel." He mutters under his breath.

"Not just civvies. Clones." Bryn says sternly. "The majority of the Republic leaders have yet to realize that throwing bodies at a problem rarely ever works. I'm looking to change that."

She turns and continues walking. "So, Sergeant, I know the skills of your brothers. What about you? With a name like Hunter, I might guess extreme patience. While that may be true, I sense there's more to you than that."

She chuckles at her own joke, which actually brings a smile to the squad's faces, save Crosshair. Though, Bryn is fairly sure she saw the corner of his mouth twitch upward.

Hunter rubs the back of his neck, smiling. "You would be correct, General. Heightened senses is the gift I got, but you're not wrong about the patience either."

Hunter paused at the doors the mess and they slide open to reveal a huge hall filled with the same face a few dozen times over. Hunter leads the way to the mess line, but a blanket of hushed whispers falls over the room as the squad walks through it.

"A Jedi?"

"That's General Caro."

"What's she doing here?"

A wash of relief falls over Squad 99, for once the whispers aren't about them. As they find a table to sit down with their trays, a shiny saunters up to Bryn with a smirk plastered across his face and two other shinies at his side.

"You know, General, why don't you come over with me and I'll show you how a real clone troops." He leers at Bryn. Many nearby clones turn to watch the scene unfold.

Squad 99 watches her, intrigued at how she'll respond. She simply keeps her eyes on her tray, spooning some stew towards her mouth. The shiny gets bolder and places a hand on her shoulder.

"What, you shy, loth-kitten?" He taunts.

The squad's eyes widen at his comment. Now the whole mess hall is watching. Hunter even clenches a fist, ready to stand to Bryn's defense. Bryn calmly takes a sip from her glass, and sets it down on the table, ignoring the hand on her. The shiny tightens his grip on her shoulder, opening his mouth for another comment. Suddenly a bowl goes flying off one of his mate's trays, landing on his head and splattering its contents everywhere. Hunter could swear he saw the General's hand twitch. Snarling, the shiny reels back and wipes the stew from his eyes only to see the general standing tall in front of him.

"Are you alright, Trooper?" She says, her voice smooth and calm. "You should be more careful, you might end up with your foot in your mouth instead of your lunch. What are you called?"

The shiny's face reddens, he answers with a growl. "CT-13-"

Bryn raises a hand, interrupting him. "No, what is your name, soldier?"

He blinks at her. "I- I don't have one."

She smiles. "Well, looks like you just earned one, Stew. I think it would be best if you finished your meal somewhere else." She turns and sits back down without waiting for a reply. The shiny and his mates slink back to a far corner of the mess hall and the general bustle returns to the room.

Bryn turns back to her meal but pauses when she notices the Squad is staring at her, mouths open. "What?" She asks plainly, a spoonful halfway to her mouth.

Hunter shakes his head. "I didn't know how you were going to react, but I certainly didn't expect that."

"That was awesome!" Wrecker exclaims

Bryn smiles. "That was a Jedi trick, Wrecker."

"Are they always that entertaining?" Tech asks, wiping a few drops of stew off his data pad.

"Definitely not." Bryn replies. "But I do seem to specialize in tricks of the edible variety. I threw a pastry at a fellow Jedi when we were in the Academy together, a besalisk with a bad attitude. Though, I just threw with my arm that time."

Again, the corner of Crosshair's mouth threatens to turn upwards, but a question from Tech draws Bryn's attention.

"So, Bryn. I'm curious, you said you're from Takodana, but you mentioned your brothers perished in the Battle of Jabiim. Did your family relocate and live in a village that was destroyed?"

Hunter can hear her heart skip a beat. "No. My brothers enlisted in the GAR at the start of the war. The 43rd legion was home to a battalion of nat-born soldiers. Sembren, the youngest, was only 24."

Tech rubs his chin. "Ah, so they chose to fight. I wonder why."

Bryn shrugs her shoulders. "I guess with a Jedi as an older sibling, they felt like they also had to answer to a greater purpose. I wasn't there to see them grow up so I wouldn't know. I never thought to ask when I did meet them. Sometimes I wonder what their lives would look like if they hadn't decided to serve the Republic."

"So you're the oldest of your family I take it?" Tech continues.

A shadow of something flits across Bryn's face, but she quickly replaces it with a smile. "The Jedi have long since been my family."

"What other Jedi tricks do you know, General?" Wrecker enthusiastically asks.

Bryn laughs. "Well, force-kinesis is definitely a party trick, but it can be a useful skill. With concentration, a Jedi can influence an individual's thoughts, though the success rate can depend on the subject's willpower or species. With study and practice, some Jedi can accelerate their healing. Many get visions in their dreams when the mind is more vulnerable. And of course, Jedi tend to have quick reflexes-" Her hand flies up and catches something- a spoon.

Wrecker, Tech, and Hunter turn in surprise to see Crosshair's outstretched hand.

"-which can be a huge advantage in battle." Bryn finishes calmly, setting the utensil down. "Though, the most helpful skill, in my opinion, is the ability to sense an individual's thoughts and emotions." She raises her eyes to Crosshair, who gets an uneasy feeling that she's actually looking through him.

"So," she continues. "If you all are done eating, then we can get going."

Hunter's brow furrows. "To where?"

"Oh I thought they would have told you." Bryn says apologetically. "I'm not just here to meet you, I'm here for our first mission. You're shipping out with me, tonight."

The squad's eyes widen as they look to each other. They're actually leaving Kamino.

Wrecker suddenly stands up, nearly knocking over the table. "Well what are we waiting for?"

Bryn and the rest of the squad stand up and clear their trays before walking out of the mess hall. The Jedi glances around her at the white Kaminoan hallways that all look the same.

Hunter appears at her right side. "You needed to go see Shaak Ti, right? Do you know the way to her office?"

Bryn shakes her head. "Admittedly no."

The sergeant smiles and jerks his head toward where his brothers are standing. "Come on, our barracks are on the way."

Once again Bryn finds herself winding through identical hallways until Crosshair, who's leading the group stops at a door. It slides open for them and the squad files in, Bryn last. She glances around and can quickly decipher whose bunk is whose.

Wrecker's is an absolute mess, blankets tossed everywhere, littered with ration bar wrappers. Bryn does notice there's a tooka doll tucked into the corner by Wrecker's pillow. Crosshair's is pristine. Three practice targets are hung on the wall, three sets of blacks are neatly folded on top of his crisply made bunk. He's managed to arrange some spare crates around his bed into a barrier between him and the rest of the barrack.

Much like Wrecker's, Tech's blankets are haphazardly thrown on the bed, but instead of ration wrappers, pieces of spare wire and mechanical components are strewn about. The majority of his bunk is occupied by what looks like a long-range transmitter, and the walls of his bunk are decorated with various scribbles of equations or gadget designs. Hunter's bunk is neatly made, not to Crosshair's caliber, but neat nonetheless. A spare pair of boots sits at the foot of his bed, a storage trunk beside them. He's decorated his wall will the same skull emblem as the one on his red bandana and '99' in Aubresh. He has his Sergeant accolades pinned above his pillow.

There are two spare bunks in a corner of the room. Neither have blankets on them, both are taken by storage crates holding a slew of random items. Hunter sniffs a couple times. "Ah, sorry about the smell, General." he says, setting his helmet down on a crate by his bunk.

Bryn chuckles. "Don't be, this is nothing. The 501st? Some of them are fresh enough to peel paint."

Again, Hunter smiles at her and turns to his brothers. "Start packing, boys. I'll be right back."

He steps back out into the hallway, pausing to make sure Bryn follows him. It only takes a couple minutes for him to escort her to master Shaak Ti's office.

He turns to make his way back to the barracks, but Bryn calls out to him. "I won't be long. When you all are done packing, meet me in Hangar 99. Expect to be gone for about ten days."

The doors to hangar 99 slide open as Hunter steps through with his brothers. His eyes fall on General Caro who's leaning up against an Omicron-class attack shuttle. She's added some armor pieces over her Jedi robes, something many generals choose to do. Hunter comes to attention in front of her, giving a salute. "Reporting, General." He says curtly, his brothers following suit.

Bryn chuckles and casually waves her hand. "No need for that boys, I hated it when an entire legion did it, still hate it now." The squad returns to their normal postures as she pushes herself away from the starship. "I trust you had no trouble finding your way here?"

Tech adjusts his goggles. "Hangar bay 99, very fitting."

Bryn smiles. "I thought so too."

Hunter scans over the ship behind the general in awe. "What is this" He asks plainly.

Bryn gestures wide to the ship. "Welcome to your new home away from home. The Havoc Marauder." She presses her hand to a button on the landing gear and the gangplank slides open. "Come on in."

The batch walk up the gangplank in turn and begin investigating the interior. After only a few minutes inside, it's clear the starship has been modified with a few more creature comforts than a regulation Omicron-class. Half the jump seats on the wall opposite the entryway have been replaced with a massive databank and multiple displays. The cockpit houses four chairs that look much more comfortable than regulation. Through the entry galley there's a hallway with two doors on one side and a single door on the other.

The first of the two doors reveals a mess storage with a ration warmer and even a small kaf press. Next door is the refresher, complete with a shower stall, albeit a cramped one. Across the hall is the med bay with a permanent bunk in the corner and some basic exam and trauma instruments. At the end of the hallway is another door that leads to a large space at the rear of the ship. On one wall there's three fold-down bunks and on the other side of the space are weapons racks and storage crates. The entrance to the rear gun is here and in the center of the space is a ladder leading to both the upper and lower cargo holds.

When the boys are done exploring, they come back to the entry galley to find Bryn leaning against the bulkhead to the cockpit.

"So?" She asks with a smile on her face. "Will this suffice?"

Hunter glances around him. "This can't be regulation."

Before Bryn can reply, Tech chimes in. "It is not. Clearly this ship has been heavily modified. Though, I may need to make a few more."

"How did you get this?" Wrecker asks, still looking around him with child-like glee.

Bryn shrugs. "Well... You nearly get yourself killed a couple times and people will give you something nice every once in a while. Crosshair, what do you think?"

The sniper's eyes had barely glanced around the ship before training on the general. As Crosshair's eyes narrow, Bryn braces for another snide comment that doesn't come. "Your armor."

His brothers focus on the general and they finally notice the armor plates she added to her Jedi robes are gleaming maroon-striped metal with the Republic insignia on her left shoulder, the crest of the Jedi order on her right. A striking set of jiag eyes adorns her chestplate.

"Beskar." Crosshair breathes, his unspoken question hanging in the air.

Bryn crosses her arms. "House Vizsla." She responds plainly.

"Woah." Wrecker exclaims. "Wait- what's that?"

Tech adjust his goggles. "House Vizsla." He repeats. "One of the oldest lineages of Mandalore, and the first Mandalorian bloodline to produce a Jedi."

Wrecker blinks. "But I thought you were from Takodana?"

"I am." Bryn replies. "My family descended from a branch of House Vizsla, but my ancestors left Mandalore not long after the fall of the Old Republic. This armor is one of the last pieces of that history."

"Would you ever go back?" Hunter asks.

"Although I have blood of the Creed, I would never be considered one of their own, I honestly have no desire to be. My people are elsewhere. 'Aliit ori'shya tal'din'."

The squad's eyes widen when Bryn speaks in their native Mando'a.

"Family is more than blood." Hunter repeats.

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seahydra · 3 months

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Okay I think. I'm posting it. 800+ something words under the cut, I wanted to write something kind of like the audio dramas featured on the album CDs or the silly skits in the podcast episodes, so it's all written as if it were a script. Enjoy?!

Levi: Ah, y-you're here! ...You're early.

Lazarus: Well, I got bored waiting for the time to come around, and I wanted to see you right away, so... ahem.

Lazarus: Anyway, we’re watching the Ultrawitch finale tonight, right? I've been looking forward to it.

Levi: Actually, I… had something else in mind for us to watch tonight, if that’s okay with you? We can totally finish the series some other time, it’s just- I saw something I really wanted to watch with you ASAP, and…

Lazarus: Really? Man, I wish you’d told me that earlier...

Lazarus: But it’s okay. I guess I don’t really care, as long as we get to hang out! What’d you have in mind?

Levi: It’s this 12 episode anime I discovered recently. Each episode covers a different tragic story, with different characters. It's supposed to be SUPER heartbreaking lol. I mean, i-if you care.

Lazarus: Huh… angsty stuff like that isn’t really my thing, but alright, sounds interesting enough.

Levi: Really?! Thank goodness, I was so worried you’d turn down the idea!! Okay. Come sit down, I’ll get it all set up.

Lazarus: Gotcha!

Lazarus: …Hey, uh, you’re moving in a bit close, Levi…

Levi: Yeah, so I can see your face bette- um, I mean-! A-A-Am I?! I’m so sorry! I’ll get out of your personal space right away, ahahaha!

Levi: A-Anyway, I’m about to hit play, so quiet down and watch closely, alright?!

…

Levi: (sniff) Making the immortal say goodbye to his human lover is so cruel... gaaahh, it hurts my very soul! (sob) Why couldn't they both just be together forever? It's not fair...

Lazarus: It is kind of painful, yeah... but at least they got to be together at all, even if it was just for a little while?

Levi: But now he's going to be alone! Uuuugh, I can't think about this anymore... (sniff)

… ...

Lazarus: Augh, this poor girl... watching her repress herself like this makes me feel kinda bad for her.

Levi: (sniffle) Everyone in that town is so shallow. They have no right to talk about her behind her back just because she's a little "weird"! Don't they see how much that hurts her? I bet they don't even care! How heartless... (sob)

Lazarus: (Yeah, I know what that's like...)

... ... ...

Levi: W-Well, that was the final episode. Um... your thoughts, please?

Lazarus: Eeeh, bit of a 6/10 to me, I think. No, maybe 6.5... 6.7?

Levi: 6.7?! N-No way... did you somehow feel nothing while we were watching it?

Lazarus: Well, the stories themselves were written fine enough, I guess...? But it didn't really do anything major for me.

Levi: ...You're unbelievable.

Lazarus: Huh?! Hey, what's with the sudden mood change? Are you mad at me?

Levi: Tch... I should have known... even if we ARE best friends, you'd never... not in front of someone like me...

Lazarus: Levi?

Levi: Like, why would you?! Who would want to be so open... in the presence of some loser...

Lazarus: Leviathan.

Levi: What?!

Lazarus: What's up with you? Talk to me.

Levi: ...No. I can't. It’s too embarrassing.

Lazarus: Come on, just tell me! You know I'm not gonna judge you!

Levi: Fine. Fine!

Levi: I was just thinking... in the entire time we’ve known each other, I’ve seen all sorts of different emotions on you.

Levi: I’ve seen how happy you get when you pull a UR card of your fave. I’ve seen you be totally pissed off during those days when we hated each other. I’ve even seen you be terrified out of your mind, but…

Levi: …somehow, I’ve never seen you cry before. I thought for sure today would be the day, but everything backfired on me. So humiliating...

Lazarus: Eh? So all of this was you trying to make me cry?! Okay, I miiiiight judge you a little for this one. You’re weirder than I thought, huh!

Levi: Wait. Wait, wait, wait! No! I just realized that sounds really bad! I-I-I promise I’m not a sadist or anything! It's because, um, I…

Levi: …I brought it up once, to everyone else. And they all said they’d never seen you cry, either. Like, not even tearing up a LITTLE bit!

Lazarus: Yeah, ‘cause I don’t like to do that in front of other people.

Levi: But that’s the thing! When they all said that, I thought... I really wanted to be the first and only person to ever see you cry.

Levi: Because, like… that would mean you trust me, right? I… want.. to be the only person you’re vulnerable with, in that way… or something.. whatever.

Levi: Never mind, it’s nothing. Just forget I said anyth-

Levi: …Wait. A-Are you--?!

Lazarus: T-That’s… (sniff) somehow, that’s the sweetest thing... (sniff) you’ve ever said to me!!! Waaaaaaaahhh! Levi, you’re so cute!!!

Levi: Why was that what did it for you?! Hey, don’t just throw your arms around me-! Aaaaghhh, I can't process all of this!!! Let go, you idiot!!!

END 💥💥💥

#atari.pdf #<- IDONT HAVE A WRITING TAG. I SHOULDNT HAVE USED TXT!!!!!!!#Anyway this is entitled 'a new side of you' in my documents #I think this would be much better if it were actually voiced but obviously that's not happening so www #No taglist either coz I'm shy if this gets seen it gets seen. Hi guys #Plot inspired by the fact that I truly honestly do not cry much (I wish I could though. It's just physically difficult)#❥ the prince and the little mermaid

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ackermanbitch · 1 year

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Teenage Dirtbag (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader) Part 6.5?

a/n: so this is honestly just filler (which is why it's so SHORT) before the part of the fic that takes place during the beginning of homecoming. i dont see the point in writing for the rest of civil war when realistically this is as far as reader would be involved. also not using (y/n) bc i dont like it anymore :D

warnings: arguing?? but it's kind of funny, reader being very much tony's daughter and repressing very real and important emotions

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5

word count: 730 (augh its so short im sorry, next chapter will be the normal length dw )

"Ross wants you in juvie, and honestly, I can't totally blame him! You were assisting war criminals. War. Criminals."

The teen groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose and trying to lean as far away from the boy sitting next to her, wondering why the hell he chose to sit right there when there was an entire private plane for him to roam. "Why didn't you have this conversation with me before I left?" She whispered angrily, adjusting the phone in her hand to speak directly into the microphone.

Regardless of where Peter sat, he would've heard Tony's yapping through the phone in response to being interrupted during a lecture.

"Oh I'm sorry my scolding doesn't line up with your schedule young lady, but this is the only time I could fit in to talk to you, what between all the meetings I'm having in an attempt to keep you out of jail!"

"Can't you, I don't know- tell them I happened to be going for a-... a nice stroll? Walked into the crossfire by mis-" She stumbled over her words, eyes darting to Peter who snorted at her idea before she even finished. He quickly cleared his throat, head turning away so quickly she thought he might've pulled something.

Tony brought his palm up to his forehead, some measly attempt to soothe his growing migraine, "This is not a joke, we're talking about you potentially doing prison time-"

"I've hardly done anything deserving a real charge Dad, they just think I'm going to do something and I obviously won't, seeing as my team of 'war criminals' are in fucking Alcatraz-"

"One, you need to watch your damn language and two, you think I don't know that? Of course I think these allegations are a load of bullshit, it doesn't make it any easier to shut them down." Tony sighed, checking the time on his phone before bringing it back to his ear. "Listen, I have to go, call me when you land and don't let Happy fall asleep. Can't have you two teenagers unsupervised on my private plane."

She glanced at Happy's snoring figure on the other side of the jet, "Yeah, sure, he's wide awake. Love you, bye." She deadpanned, hanging up before Tony could finish reciprocating the sentiment.

She may have forced a mask of indifference, even carelessness, when faced with the consequences but behind all that, her brain felt like a fucking circus. A circus with multiple tornado sirens going off, fires and mass hysteria. Oh, and every clown wore her face. Her stupid, 'rebel against dad' at any chance, war criminal assisting face. She'd rather end up in prison than have to face her dad again. What if he never forgives her for this, what if he never moves on, what if this isn't like every other time she's done something stupid, this could change the course of her li-

"You're not.. actually gonna go to jail, right?" Peter interrupted her raging thoughts, giving her quite the worried stare.

She sighed, fiddling with her phone, "No, he would never let that happen. Not with his troupe of lawyers. I'll get let off with a 'hefty warning'," She emphasized with air quotes, "AKA forty torturous minutes of Cap telling me how I need to make better choices. Though he's stuck in the clink right now so I don't know."

She tried to hide the slight shake to her voice, how it sounded more like she was convincing herself rather than explaining it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Don't tell Mr. Stark I said this but uh- Y'know, he's Captain America, he'll probably break out of there in no time."

She slowly turned her head to look at him, slowly letting a smile break out across her face. "Yeah, maybe. He's pretty crazy. Suuuch a rebellious guy, very anti-government."

Peter shrugged with a hopeful smile, "I don't know, this whole thing started over him not wanting to sign a peace treaty, that seems extremely anti-government."

"I guess you're right Parker, as always." She grinned, ignoring his flushed cheeks at her compliment and letting her eyes drift to Happy.

"You got a marker?"

taglist: @preciousbabypeter @lily-sinclair-2006 @b-barnes04 @ink-stained-eyes

#peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel x reader #tony stark x daughter reader #tony stark

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sword-symphonia · 1 month

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non persona post?? My word she's gone mad (SPIRITFARER REVIEW WAOW!!!!) (Very long, I'm sorry) (But not really)

This review discusses themes of death, loss and terminal illness, as well as containing language. I swear a fair bit. Sorry, I typed everything as I thought of it, bad words 'n all.

Good afternoon,(it is 9PM in Ireland) fellas! Welcome to: SPIRITFARER- REVIEWED BY A TEENAGE GIRL WHO IS VERY NORMAL ABOUT HER INTERESTS!! Move over, IGN- it's the weird little guy in the corner (me)'s time to shine! I simply word-vomited this so unfortunately this review is very unprofessionally worded- however, I have faith it will be a fun read. I hope. Also, it's mostly spoiler free! ...I hope! I'm sorry!

So! Hi. I'm Luca. I have crippling thanatophobia. What's that? A phobia of death. And what's Spiritfarer about? Oh, baby. You aren't gonna fuckin' believe this! And, would you believe it, this game... actually helped me with that fear!

Currently, I'm only nine hours in, but. Well basically the damage is irreparable and I fear I shall never be the same again. Now, luckily, I have not cried. Yet. But I will! Oh, BABY I will!!! I have gotten five spirits so far (I'm coming for you, Gustav/threat) and have already had my first trip through the Everdoor. I wasn't ready. Come back, my dear. Please.

Spiritfarer is a game I've wanted to play for quite a long time, so to have been able to buy it about a month ago was one of the most exciting parts of my year so far. No, really! I was HYPED! HELL YEAH, THIS HAS BEEN ON MY WISHLIST FOR AGES! That kind of feeling. And then I started playing, and... hooooly shit. Guys. Dudes. Bros. What the hell. The VISUALS. WOW. W-O-W WOW!!! HOLY BALLS!!!

Look at this. Witness it with your eyes.

Bloody breathtakin'. I'm in tears. The game is absolutely chock-full of colourful (and not so colourful) locations, characters, landscapes... god, I'm so unwell about the visuals. And the ANIMATION!! AUGH! Every character has unique animations that just... oh they illustrate their characters so well. Augh...

Atul is nearly always happy, bouncy and smiley in his animations- a reflection of who he is!! One of his happiness perks is playing joyful music! He is literally just a guy! And Alice! Alice is a kindly old lady, and this is reflected in her design and personality- one of her animations involves dusting herself off, and I just think it gives the perfect image of a sweet elderly woman simply making herself more presentable. Also, she calls you dearie. What if I started bawling? What if I threw myself on the ground roaring and wailing?

Another favourite of mine is Astrid. She's also a kindly old lady- but with sass. Alice is an absolute sweetheart, but Astrid? Astrid won't say no to a cheeky bit of gossip now and then...but shh don't tell anyone gossip is bad shhh HEY WANNA KNOW ASTRID'S NICKNAME FOR STELLA??? Munchkin. What the hell. I love that nickname. Wish I had an adoptive granny that would call me Munchkin. Astrid, my most dearest darling, how I adore you. AND she's pro worker's rights- damn, what a woman. Also, her eating animation is funny. Absolutely DECIMATES a sandwich, so she does.

Tragically I will shut my yap about the characters now as there are quite a few of them and unfortunately I cannot put anyone through that (but know that Gustav and Daria also make me insane), so let's move on, eh? Who fancies a bitta tunes? I sure as hell know I do! LISTEN TO THAT! RAAAAAGHHH!!!! The music isn't a massive part of the game, per se- but it doesn't have to be! The music, of course, adds a pleasant ambience as you play- but it's not in your face! It's a nice, calm, beautifully composed soundtrack, with a special, unique little tune for every minigame. While I have no musical bone in my body personally, I am something of a- how do you say eloquently- whore for a good soundtrack. I love music, I love creativity!! Hooray!!

I actually don't have much to say on the music, but know that I do love it! But, I really really really want to talk about the themes of Spiritfarer... like, really bad.

Okay, so... I'm actually going to get into personal territory here, and it's going to get a bit heavy. If you'd prefer to skip over that, then please, by all means, feel free to skip down until you see red text.

So, there's another reason this game is so dear to me. And that reason is the fact that Spiritfarer actually helps me to process my own grief. While it didn't come out until four years after the loss of my older brother... it helps. And if nine-year-old me had had Spiritfarer at that age, I feel like she would have been able to cope better. I was unlucky- my brother passed away at 1AM, while I was asleep. To this day, I regret not being able to say goodbye... but Spiritfarer illustrates this in a poignant way- sometimes, we won't be able to say goodbye, wether due to extraordinary circumstances or simply... not realising how little time you really have left with someone. This brings me to the spirit I actually look forward to the least- not for any fault of his character, but simply what he symbolises to me.

I find myself dreading meeting Stanley later on in the game. Stanley, the youngest spirit you can meet within the game, is a lovely little boy of eight, taking on the appearance of a little mushroom creature. Nothing is wrong with Stanley, but... it's important to remember that every spirit is... well, a spirit. Someone who's died. And given Stanley is only a small child, it hits that bit closer to home. He is younger than my brother was upon his death, but he was still a child. While it isn't specified what illness it was that Stanley died from, I still see a lot of my brother in him. Spiritfarer does help me and bring me comfort, but at the same time, I'm not sure I'm ready to meet a character so close to my own experiences. The fact Stanley always seems so chipper and smiley despite his difficulties... does not help. Bit too similar, you know?

My relationship with Stanley is an odd one. I don't dislike him- absolutely not, far from it- I dislike the fact his character, a little boy, has to exist. I dislike that children like him exist in real life, and the fact I've met so many of them. It's a hard truth to swallow, and not one I'm fully prepared to deal with.

OVERALL:

I think this game can be enjoyed by everyone, even if you've never experienced grief. It's a beautiful story, and its gorgeous visual charm and cozy mechanics have something for everyone. You can fish, mine, cook, craft, and basically everything in between! Also, there is a hug button. You can hug people. Game of the decade. I love hugs! It's so... god. I just... really like the hug button, man. Oh, and did I mention you can play co-op?! If you have a friend you'd like to play with, they can join the fun as Daffodil, Stella's beloved pet cat! Look at him, isn't he gorgeous!!

So, would I reccomend Spiritfarer? Short answer:

Yes.

Long answer: Yes, absolutely. It's an absolutely wonderful cozy game, with tons to do. There's no voice acting, but I don't think this game needs it- it tells an absolutely wonderful tale without it. Each character has a distinct personality and quirks- Summer is vegan and will adjust her diet as such, while Atul will quite literally eat anything you throw at him. Giovanni is brash, confident, and enjoys the finer things in life, whereas Astrid likes things plain and simple. And Daria? Daria just really likes fruit.

If you have an interest in Spiritfarer, I highly encourage you to check it out. It's available on a number of platforms (Playstation, Steam, even on mobile- although that's through Netflix, and also not very good. In my opinion, anyway.) I highly, highly, highly reccomend it to all cosy gams enjoyers, or even just people who like games in general. There's even little bits of platforming here and there, if you're into that! Do you yearn for the mines? How about becoming a woodcutter? Or maybe you just really like smelting. Well, excellent news- you can do all those things in Spiritfarer! The gameplay, music, visuals and most importantly of all, the story, make this game a highly worthwhile purchase in the long run. Chances are, if you like Stardew Valley, you'll like Spiritfarer.

Thunder Lotus Games has shattered my soul in ways I may never recover from- however, I am not upset about it. God, I bloody love Spiritfarer. This review took two and a half hours to type, I shit you not. God bless.

#spiritfarer #this game is killing me #It will kill me #crying screaming throwing up #Spiritfarer when I find you spiritfarer #GHHHH #Members of the jury- I am insane. Thank you

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acaciapines · 7 months

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if you're still doing song requests, have you done 125? (also you reminded me about my own daemon aus lol! i should really get back to them soon its just writers block AUGH)

im always open to them! and oooh yeah i feel that </3

125. The Main Character – Will Wood

like stardust pulled apart they enter onto the stage, dragging king in after him because here here here, and their not-heart pounds with the thrill of it all, the bit of golden stringy stardust they twirl around themself, and they have everything, all the stories king’s told them, and there letting go of them they pounce with their chest puffed out.

king pants, slumping. “collector,” he says, waving a paw their way, “can we—stop? for like, one second, i just…i need to catch my breath.”

“but we’re playing owl house!” they clap their hands together with a smushing of sparking stardust, bits of it fizzing and jerking away from king, who is mostly boring, all his stardust. like drab boring limp patterns. “you promised.”

“one second,” king repeats, and they narrow their eyes with a huff, crossing their arms. there’s so much here! so many stories like something fizzing in their chest and king did them all when that stupid fibber luz was with him but they’re here now! better ‘n them and they wanna play, want to grab stardust and send it spiraling all over the world until everything sparks shines shimmers.

“fine,” they bite out, as king clutches his faintly golden rabbit françois to his chest, “but you gotta play it good this time.”

Discussion

collector sketch! this would be early for the future, which. is what im writing next! but yeah, as it stands now--oh the collector has a LOT of feelings right now, and has a lot of Thoughts on stardust (i wonder what that could be?) and the world they've been left.

you might've noticed it but the collector in this au actually has a bit of history with luz and co before getting freed--one of the big changes i made is that the collector is introduced a LOT early bc hes my favorite lol so the kids come across him on titan trapper island! and he joins the crew for a bit.

yes this is one more thing luz blames herself for going wrong. anyway!

the collector is just SUCH a fun character to write, truly. he's trying to understand a world that just does not operate how he thinks it should and hes only had belos for company for so long, and everyone he thinks is his friend is just trying to use him. it does a LOT to a kid, okay.

basically little stardust my most beloved fucked up lil owlbeast. (<- sentences that only make sense to me author of the owl house daemon au. but soon youll see. soon youll all see.)

#ask #i write #the collector #king clawthorne #toh #for the future will be FUN but also SCARY bc its like #collector's side of things? ive got DOWN #king. oh king. what the heck are you going to get up to in the two months before luz&co return #but thats a problem for this weekend lol i know how chapter one will go and the rest will follow #and a grove of palistrom to you

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eridan-amporaa · 8 months

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Oh also idk if this goes on this blog or the SM one but-

Spooky Month Classpects

Roy strikes me as a Rage player and Ross is a Rogue

(augh it's been so long since I've read the comic, I've forgotten most of my Classpect knowledge-)

SO GUESS WHOS BEEN THINKIN ABOUT THIS FOR SEVERAL MONTHS-

OK SO.

im just gonna name all the characters imma classpect: skid, pump, hatzgang, susie, streber, kevin, ethan, radford. I'm disregarding gender-locked classes, idgaf about the gender locks. if a fem locked class fits a dude, congrats, hes gettin it anyway. feel free to add in ur own 2 cents or other charas im v curious!!

puttin this under the cut cuz its gonna be LONG.

SKID - ironically, im havin a really hard time with him. aspect wise, i could see him being hope or doom, seeing as he so often seems to bring bad news but is so painfully optimistic. but he could just as easily be light, with the focus on his weirdly fantastic luck. if i had to guess, id put him down as an Heir of Light - insanely lucky, decent fighter, and not really concsiously manipulating his aspect so much as just kinda rolling with it.

PUMP - easy. Seer of Void. fits with all his voidy theming and ties to Eyes. hes seeing all the secrets, finding out all the shit hes not supposed to know. sounds abt right.

ROY - definitely a rage player. As for class, i can see him going a couple different ways (knight, heir, thief) but im gonna go with Thief of Rage for him. harnessing the power of the anger of those around him to fuel his own power and anger? sounds abt right!

ROSS - ur right abt his class, rogue fits him well. as for aspect, id have to go with mind, seeing as hes prolly the smartest/most skeptical of the gang. so that would make him a Rogue of Mind.

ROBERT - aspect could be heart or hope, but hope fits him better so lets go with that. class wise i could see him easily being a sylph or witch, but imma give him Witch of Hope here. still able to spread his aspect, but also being able to manipulate it in a more direct way than a sylph.

SUSIE - ok so right off the bat heart player. it just fits ok I dont make the rules. as for class... I feel like she'd end up more active here, and she has a thing abt protecting herself which I'm p sure extends to skid n pump, maybe the hatzgang too if she got close to em. so I'd put her as a Knight of Heart.

KEVIN - ok kevin is. hm. I feel like he could be a couple different aspects - doom, for the same reasons as skid, or maybe life? idk he just seems like a life player to me I'm goin with that. as for class... ehhhh? idk, hes kinda hard to class. honestly if anything I think page would fit him best with the whole "find urself n ur aspect" thing so let's just go with Page of Life.

STREBER - streber comes off as a space player to me. idk why he just does. maybe it's the vamp thing? actually all the space players have some sort of transformation thing maybe hed become an actual vamp... hm... well anyway I'm classpecting him as a Mage of Space. idk it just fits

ETHAN - ethan would make a good doom player I think, again just kinda fits. imma go with Maid of Doom, he would use his knowledge of doom n gloom stuff to help tidy up loose ends and keep things stable.

RADFORD - time player. he seems like hed be able to MAYBE handle timeline bullshit, but more relevant to his class is that he might feel like hes always running low on time. Prince of Time. being forced to destroy remnants of other timelines and trying so hard not to destroy the canon one. ough I could give him SO much angst.

#homestuck #spooky month #crossover #homestuck au #spooky month au #classpects #hsmisc.txt #ask #spookystuck au

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smwhererealistic · 1 year

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Haikyuu Boys And What They Get You For Your Birthday:

Haikyuu boys:

Sugawara,Iwaizumi,Kita,Kenma,Ushijima

Warnings:Confession,Fluff,Cute clumsy romance,lots of hugs and kisses

Reader:she/her(sorry!)

Sugawara Koushi:

he starts preparing your gift like two months before your actual birthday date

he also plans a whole script for confessing to you

daichi had to help him even though he himself had no idea on confessing

the poor bby just wanted to find out how to confess to you and not look like a fool.

he did not want to get laughed at by the famous loverboy,oikawa tooru.

"man,she is pretty.i might snag her for myself."

suga legit cried to him not to.

i love suga sm.

on your birthday,he walked to your classroom and peeked his head in.

he called for you and prepared himself.

"I like you,Y/N.Please take me as your boyfriend!"

ofc you accepted.

he got flowers,chocolate and he gives free vouchers of kisses and hugs everyday <3

Iwaizumi Hajime

oikawa teased his bestfriend for having a crush on the captain of the cheer team.

"kinda sad she isn't one of my fangirls.for all i know,i might end up being her fangirl-AUGH!IWA-CHAN!DON'T HIT ME!"

tbh oikawa got many chocolates everyday so he requested to give his good ol' bestfriend some to confess to his crush.

yeah,he got attacked by volleyballs.

he wanted to do it all by himself;

buying chocolates,making homemade gifts(paper flowers),making paper rings.

he went to the gyn where the cheer team always practiced.

he peeked in and looked around as the vice-captain,Akumi,smirked at his sight.

"Oh,Y/N!Your casanova is here for you!"She exclaimed as the gym erupted in giggles and "ooo's"

you put your pom-poms aside and walked towards your bestfriend as he pulled you outof the gym.

he saw your cheer uniform and how tight it looked.

oh,how he wanted to put his jacket around you so no one would look at you.

"I..like you.Please be mine already!"He exclaimed in a rather agitated tone.

you were taken aback by his sudden tone as he panicked.

"uh-uh,i didn't mean it like that.i like you but like in a nice way!"he got real flustered.

he heard a stiffle of giggles and turned around to see oikawa and half of the team.

he glared at them and they all scidaddled away.

he sighs,having no hope anymore.

he already embarrased himself.

you probably don't like him anymore by what he said-

a peck was placed on his cheek as he froze.

"i like you two,iwa."you giggled as he then quickly took off his jacket and shoved it over you.

he hugged you tightly,pulling your skirt down slightly.

"please tell your teammates that i'm no casanova...please don't tell them how i confessed either."

you chuckled and nodded at his rosy cheeks.

Kita Shinsuke

he is calm.

he doesn't want to tell his team bc he feels like he will get WORRIED OF CONFESSING.

tbh his team would pester him so he gets stressed :(

he only tells aran who he mostly trusts.def not the twins or suna.

poor bby needs hugs from you to calm down.

the only way to get hugs is to be his gf

he gets some flowers that grandma yumie grew herself

he made a handmade card that when it is opened,hearts pop up.

he also got you a plushie of a grey fox

you recognised it easily based on the reference of kita.you didn't tell him tho

he confessed to you at the cherry blossom tree at the back of the school.

ofc you agreed to be his gf.

"I like you Y/N.You make me calm and truly free to act my true self.You are as bright as the sun-"yeah..he rlly loves you.

the team was hiding poorly behind a tree.

so many things were going on at once.

"hey live,see my captain.my favourite captain.my only captain.he is confessing.must be nice to have a partner."

"damn,you actually pulled a woman,kita-OW.SAMU!"

"SHUT UP SUMU!"

"oh hey suna's insta live.its yoyr favourite setter."(insert wink)

"you're making my views go down."

"YEAH SUMU.MOVE AWAY!"

"DON'T GRAB IT-OW.NOT MY LUSCIOUS LOCKS!"

"hey suna.you said "must be nice to have a partner"-"

"no,i don't go that way with guys."

"i also don't."

"get a partner then if you wanna know if its truly nice or not."

"haha..no."

he sighed in frustration.

he was gonna give them laps

but right now,its huggy time with you

"congratulations captain!"ginjima beamed happily.(tbh he a cutie too)

Kozume Kenma

ofc kuroo gotta participate in this

as much as kenma wanna put in effort;he doesn't know how to.

he atleast places his game aside.

but he doesn't understand.

he tries so hard for you :((

"cmon kenma!it's for her right.don't give up yet!!"kuroo encourages while yaku smacked some sense into him.

literally.

SMACKED some sense into his back.

kenma made made you rose flowers and bought apple pie for you two share when you come over to play games with him.

"hey y/n.."he starts,his eyes still on the game.

you hum in acknowledgement.

"i like you.would you date me?"

you froze as he smirks and drops a banana peel infront of your cart.

you managed to avoid it and give a small glare towards him.

you smirk as well as an idea pops into your head.

"sure,i'll date you.peck."you kissed his cheek as he lost focus.

in the end,you won mario cart with kenma.

its fine though,he gets his hugs now and you feeding him apple pie.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

this cutie has liked you for so long.

his team knew.

his team also knew how close you two were.

tendou being his wing-man decided to persuade ushijima to confess.

tendou decided to try asking during practice.

"cmon wakatoshi-kun!plus..isn't her birthday on the 14th of February."tendou winks at him as ushijima's eyebrows furrowed.

"why is your eye twitching at me like that?"ushijima said bluntly as semi spat out his water.

"what is on the 14th of February?"he asks as even goshiki looked shocked.

poor ushijima.

he got to listen to tendou's long lectures about love.

and here he was,outside your dorm room.

a bouquet of flowers in hand and chocolates,specifically your favourites,Ferero Rochers.

tendou told ushijima to ask y/n sneekily so he did.

(bro just walked up to her and asked;"what's your favourite chocolates?tendou is experimenting.")

tendou ran away with ushijima as you stood there confused.

they got goshiki,the innocent first year to do it instead.

the team hid behind the wall as you opened the door.

"happy 14th of February.let's get together."ushijima said proudly with no expression.

tendou slapped a hand on his forehead as shirabu sighed.

"you gotta learn alot more dude.."yamagata patted ushijima's back.

"so what do you say Y/N?get together with him?"tendou smirked as you flusterdly nodded,having the whole volleyball team infront of you as the stoic captain confessed.

"happy birthday y/n-senpai!"goshiki cheered as you honestly cooed at the boy.

GOSHIKI IS SO CUTE.CHANGE MY MIND HABSJAHAKEJANAJSAK

now,ushijima holds your hand proudly to class,to the dorms,to a practice match,wherever.

he doesn't want to lose you :(

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disticfiction · 1 year

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Fig winced as he tried to break free from the Devil's Snare. Ordinarily he wouldn't dare move; he knew it only made the plant tighten its grip, but he could almost reach his wand. Fingers outstretched, he grit his teeth, eyes focused as the vines enveloped his limbs.

"So close," the dark witch teased. "So, so close." She cupped her chin, her smile lecherous as Fig struggled. "Have you ever heard of the Orgasm Charm, Professor?" He flinched. "It's relatively new. Apparently the wizard who invented it died from overexertion, brought on by intense, unending orgasms. Seems the silly man was so focused on pleasuring himself, he forgot to invent a counter spell. As a result, the ministry banned its usage. Not many people know about it, but working as an Unspeakable certainly had its perks."

Fig gasped. He'd wondered why the fiendish woman removed his pants before shoving him into the Snare. Much to his dismay, she'd caught him off guard, and although he hated to admit it, she was a powerful foe. Realising her intentions, his desperation to escape increased tenfold. Wriggling as the vines lifted him into the air, he managed to touch the base of his wand, but that brief moment of hope was quickly dashed. With a cruel snicker, the dark witch used Accio to pull the wand to herself, then snapped it in half.

"You won't get away with this!" Fig scoffed, swinging his body to and fro.

"Yes, I will. We're the only ones out here."

Using Lumos to protect herself, the woman slithered between Fig's legs, which parted as the vines avoided the glow. Without warning, her cold fingers touched his labia and spread his hole, making the old wizard squirm. It was tight and small, but she persisted until his wrinkled, pinkish insides were fully exposed.

"S-stop it!" he begged, his brows curling. "Not there!"

"Awfully sensitive, aren't you? Must be your age." She took a moment to appreciate his position, and how worn his insides looked. "You're tiny, but this hole's been through a lot, hasn't it?" Fig looked away, his cheeks burning. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. It's obvious. You've been fucked hard."

"Please, stop..."

"When was the last time?" she asked, jamming two fingers inside.

"Augh!"

"I wonder how wide it can get."

Fig arched back, gripping the vines for purchase. "Stop! Please!"

"I'm just warming you up, take it easy."

His walls clasped her fingers, fighting her, yet welcoming her. She went in relatively dry, but a few simple thrusts had him soaking. Despite his age, he reacted far better than she expected, furthering her belief that the gentle, soft-spoken wizard was far more wild than he appeared. Either that or he'd been taken advantage of many times throughout his long life.

"Stop or I'll--! I'll..."

"Cum?" She pinched his clit, earning a resonate scream. "You're squeezing me. Do my fingers really feel that good?"

"N-no more! Please! Ugh!"

She thrust harder, faster, enticed by his cries of pleasure. "Answer my question and I just might."

"Wh-what question?!" he squeaked; he was truly a delicate man.

"When were you last fucked?"

Fig clenched his teeth, sweat coating his forehead. It felt so good. He could barely think as her fingers, though soft and slender, rubbed violently against his swelling walls, pulling out with a strong scissoring motion before plunging back in. He wasn't prepared for how skilled she was. He wasn't prepared for anything.

"Please stop! I'm begging you!"

Beneath his short, silvery pubes, her other hand worked his clit, which throbbed between her thumb and forefinger. It was too much. Shaking like a rattle, his stomach coiled, then burst with a pleasure so foul, tears formed in his squinted eyes. A clear liquid gushed from his cunt, his toes curling as the woman rode the waves--and she rode them for a while. Only when his convulsions began to settle did she slip her fingers free, leaving his freshly ravished hole loose and winking.

"Squirting already? I have to admit, I didn't expect you to be so weak."

Fig's chest heaved, his head hanging and dizzy. "E-enough..." he wheezed. "Tell me what you want."

"I would've thought that was obvious. I want the student, Fig. The one who can use Ancient Magic. Where are they?"

His eyes popped open. He knew what would happen, knew she wouldn't stop, but he loved that student. Special powers or no, they were like the child he never had. Finding his resolve, he lifted his head and met the witch's eyes, his own cross and determined.

"I'm not giving you anything."

"Pity," she sneered, backing away. "Don't worry, Fig. I invented a counter spell, though if you keep playing hard ball, I might just 'forget' the incantation." He watched in horror as she pointed her wand at the vines, then whispered, in a malicious tone, "Orgasmus."

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Fig's mind flashed back to earlier that morning. The headmaster, the absolute brute of a man, had called him into his office--and he hated when he did that. He knew a summons meant there was a fifty-fifty chance he'd get fucked, and he was right. He wasn't in his office more then a minute before the headmaster had him pinned down, robes flipped and hole stuffed with his impressively thick cock.

"You caused me a lot of trouble today, Fig. The last thing I need is an inspection from the Ministry! Why didn't you just escort the new student by train or boat? What were you thinking!?"

"P-please, sir! Not so rough!"

"Silence! When you asked for a sabbatical to grieve your late wife, did I say no? No! I gave you more time than is even allowed!" He thrust faster, harder, pounding the old man into his desk. "And this is how you repay me?! I have Ministry officials breathing down my neck, wondering why I endangered a student! As if I had any idea you'd be traveling by carriage, which makes me look equally incompetent!"

"Forgive me! I thought it was safe!"

"Silence!"

Fig shook his head, but didn't fight it. He knew this would likely be a consequence, especially when he only partially cooperated with interrogators. He had to leave out the vital details, to protect his student. Rookwood and Ranrok already knew, somewhat, about their abilities, and if Phineas and the Ministry found out, the world would know. Wizards and witches, both good and evil, would seek the student out. They'd be locked up, experimented on, tortured, or worse. Or all.

He wouldn't allow it.

"Sir, I-I'm going to--!"

He came, arching back with a muffled scream as Phineas covered his mouth. He loved it when Fig shuddered beneath him, his walls clasping around his cock. It felt amazing and gave him a sick sense of superiority. For a moment, he pulled out, giving the old man a brief stint of relief, but not to be kind. Rather, so he could watch his hole twitch, his gape the exact same size as his shaft.

"What aren't you telling me, Fig? What aren't you telling the Ministry?"

He couldn't say; he wouldn't. "I've t-told you everything," he lied. "A dragon attacked us, we searched for the student's luggage, then came to Hogwarts."

"You were gone for six hours!"

"Headmaster, I think you're underestimating how far belongings scatter when they fall two hundred feet from the sky."

With a growl, Phineas drove back in, burying his cock to the hilt. "Don't give me an attitude, Fig!" The old man hollered. His boss was being far too aggressive, more so than usual. "You've been a thorn in my side since day one!" He grabbed the back edges of the desk and pulled against them to strengthen his blows. "Now you're trying to end my career?! Is that it?!"

"N-no!" Fig peeped, trying to ignore the sound of the headmaster's skin slapping into his. "I would never!"

"Then prove it! Tell me what really happened!"

But he didn't. He kept his student's secret to himself, even when his orgasms threw his mind into chaos. Through the pleasure, through the heavenly shame, one sentiment persevered: Never tell.

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When Fig opened his eyes, he held his breath, feeling the harsh, rubbery texture of the Snare push against his rim. He wasn't dreaming, it was all really happening. He was going to be fucked by a homicidal plant in the Forbidden Forest.

As if sentient, the vine coated itself in his juices, then shoved in, all the way to his cervix. Nothing could've prepared him for that--for the force, for the stretch. He wailed, the dense bumps and veins rubbing his insides and straining his crease. He'd never taken anything that large, not even from the headmaster, and much to his distress it felt spectacular. His legs quaked, barely able to spread wide enough to make room, his muscles flexing, but the Snare prevailed. Smaller vines looped around his thighs and calves, holding his legs in place, then rocked him slightly as the one in his hole began to pump.

"Out! T-take it out!" he begged, writhing like a fly stuck in a web.

The surface of the vine was firm, almost leathery, brushing between even his most discreet crevices. It wasn't right. It wasn't natural. Though being ripped open by a plant wasn't the worst part. For Fig, it wasn't about how genuinely good it felt. It wasn't about how readily his hole wrapped around the intrusion. It wasn't about the sheer humiliation that he was in public and some bloodthirsty witch basked in every second of his torment. No. For Fig, the true tragedy was that the Snare, with its thick and ragged branches, hit places even his dearest Miriam failed to find.

A few thrusts and his world shattered. The unrelenting pressure that swerved through his tunnel the moment that monster entered stacked all to quickly, then came crashing down with the fury of a landslide. His clit, disturbed by the savagery, swelled as red as his rim, then quivered as a stream of liquid burst from his core. As he rode the waves of this newfound ecstasy, his eyes rolled back, his fingers cracking in random directions. He had no idea he could climax like that.

"You were barely penetrated!" the witch laughed. "You really are pathetic!" She circled around him, watching his fluids drip onto the grass. "Fig, I really don't think you'll be able to handle what comes next." With a grin, she wiped a line of drool from his mouth. "But I can help you. Just tell me where the student is and I'll let you go."

"G-go to hell..."

The witch frowned. "You're brave, I'll give you that. I guess that's typical of a Gryffindor." She stepped back, letting the Snare do its duty. "But everyone has a limit, old man."

He grit his teeth, tears welling in his eyes as the vine commenced its pounding, but harder. Faster. Fig groaned, doing everything he could to clear his mind, to pretend he was somewhere else, but his cunt was even more sensitive than before, his last orgasm still lingering. If this had happened on any other day, it might've been better, his head reeling with the image of the headmaster fucking him on his desk. This was too much for one day. It was too much for a lifetime.

"M-Miriam..." he spat, trying to replace Phineas's face with hers. She never would have treated him so poorly; though, as his pleasure mounted once again, part of him wished she had. This sensation, whatever it was, he longed to share with her. "Miriam, my love." He reached for the sky, his eyes fogging as the vile thump between his legs knocked the air from his lungs. "Aaaaugh!"

"Another one?" the witch, laughed. "So soon?"

She snapped her fingers and the vine pulled out, making the old man bleat. Once empty, his hole pulsed, searching desperately for the girth that spoiled it. What a betrayal. It wanted more, but Fig didn't. He needed it to end before he lost is sanity. As his chest heaved, tears rolling down his cheeks, the woman moved closer and straightened his scarf.

"Who's Miriam?" she asked.

Fig's shoulders bucked. "Don't you speak her name!" he barked--and that may have cost him the last of his resolve, every nerve and muscle wrenching.

"Ooh, sore spot. I see." She flicked his nose, playfully. "Is she the one who fucked you before this? You seem awfully fond of her. I wonder how she would feel if she knew you were thinking about her in this context?"

Fig wept, averting his gaze. "Please, stop this."

"I will," she quipped. "Just as soon as you tell me where that fifth year is."

"F-fuck you..." he yipped.

"My, that was vulgar." She sighed, sarcastically. "Will you at least tell me who fucked you?"

"Go soak your head."

"Wrong answer!"

Impatient, she snapped her fingers, and a larger vine slipped in, forcing Fig's hole wider than it could bear. As the length tore through him, banging into his end, he cried out. His mind went blank, any image of Phineas or his beloved Miriam fading with a flash of white. It couldn't feel good, it shouldn't, yet as the vine pumped, threatening to split his walls, he smiled.

"Oh, you like this, do you?" the witch teased, pushing down on his stomach. "I knew you were a whore."

His smile waned, his moans echoing through the forest. He couldn't concentrate on anything but the fierce build up plaguing his lower half. He was enraptured. The way the vine sawed through him, without compassion or pity, yet managed to pamper him in ways he never thought possible--it scared him. He yanked on his restraints, on the verge of madness as the thrusting and force on his stomach pushed him over the edge.

"Aaaughh!"

He came, seizing as another stream of liquid shot across the ground, propelled by the woman's compressions. When she let go, he gasped, his head spinning. He hadn't realised, but he was holding his breath, his jaw clamped as his fourth orgasm on a dirty plant warped his senses. It didn't stop. The vine kept thrusting, making the poor professor scream as it milked his climax.

"Who fucked you?" the witch asked, her tone somber as she brought her lips to his ear.

"Th-the headmaster..." Fig relented. He was exhausted, tears and drool glistening on his face. "Ph-Phineas Black."

A deafening laugh cut through the air. "Phineas?!" the woman roared, sadistically. "That pompous prat?! He's been fucking you?! Oh, that's hilarious. I thought you had more respect for yourself than that."

"Stop!" he squawked, his hole so sated, he felt his heart race with every lunge. "I can't take this anymore!"

"Then give me what I want."

It was tempting. He felt his willpower waver as the vine plowed him with ruthless intent. His student, his friend--he pushed their whereabouts down into the deepest recesses of his mind.

"I don't know where they are!" he vowed.

"Liar."

As before, she snapped her fingers. The vine pulled out, and to Fig's horror an even bigger one pushed into his entrance, parting his distended lips. Despite how well the previous vines prepared him, this one had a bout of trouble squeezing in, his walls restrained. They simply couldn't stretch any wider. At least, he thought they couldn't. Tactfully, the vine rubbed itself up and down his slit, drenching itself in his fluids, then tried again.

Fig wailed, his eyes bulging as his crease stretched across the texture. Slowly, it dipped deeper and deeper, until he felt a tremor in his soul. For a slight moment, he felt nothing. He may have blacked out, may have cum--he wasn't sure--but when the vine started thrusting, he screeched, his usually soft voice erupting into the most lewd noises he'd ever made. Euphoria. Pleasure in its purest form. His hole fluttered, intoxicated by the beating. How anything could feel that good was beyond his understanding. All he knew was that, in his opinion, he didn't deserve it. It wasn't rape, it was a gift, and one of which he was unworthy.

"Where's the student?" the witch asked, running her nails through his shaggy hair.

Fig groaned. "O-over the years it has been ... surmised that m-magic stems from two things! The users w-will and intent!"

"What?"

"If you turn to page three hundred and s-s-seventy in your textbook, we'll discuss—augh! Q-Quisling's theories on the subject and why they were discredited!"

"You cannot be serious." Irritated, the witch covered his mouth, turning his words into smothered moans. "Just cum, old man. No need to be a hero."

His brow furrowed, he did as she ordered, cumming so hard he lost count, his fluids spewing. As the waves of pleasure rushed through every limb, he felt her fingers climb over his nose, plugging his nostrils. In a panic, he gasped for air, but nothing entered, the oxygen impeded. She didn't allow him to breathe, and the vine continued to fuck him, rocking him like a metronome, sliding in and out at breakneck speeds.

His survival instincts triggered, his face turning dark as he tried to shake her hand from his mouth and nose, but the unyielding pleasure only sharpened. His last orgasm still tingling, another wracked his body, far too soon and even more consuming; but he still couldn't breathe. Terrified, he batted his eyes at the witch, pleading for mercy, but the vine kept fucking him and her hand remained in place.

He felt faint, his hue turning a light shade of blue as his eyes wandered. The pleasure mixed with a primal fear was inescapable. He felt himself slipping, saw his wife, his student, his friends, then gave in. He didn't want to die, but he couldn't fight it. Not any longer. He'd lost and he was so tired. Not just of the abuse, but also from mourning and stressing over his wife and student. He craved peace. As another climax reached its peak, he hung back and moaned with all he had left.

Suddenly, the witch's hand disappeared and his chest expanded, impulsively. Right as he took a much needed breath, his hole clinched, cumming at the same second the air filled his lungs. Mesmerizing. Somehow it felt even better, leaving him a sobbing, mangled mess.

"Where's the student, Fig?"

He smiled manically, the vine still pounding his hole. "Who cares?" he huffed. "Just fuck me..."

The witch's heart sank. "What? No, the student. The student!" She shook him by the collar, but he only tittered in response. In her attempt to break him, she'd snapped his mind. There was no point in interrogating him anymore. "I can't believe this. You useless old fool!" At her wit's end, she took aim at the vine. "You want it to fuck you? Fine. It'll fuck you into dust. Engorgio!"

Any emotion Fig felt in that moment was ineffable. The vine inflated, stretching his walls so wide, not even his captor could explain how he didn't tear apart at the seams. Somehow, he adjusted, his insides hysterically reshaping themselves to fit the beast that plowed him. Loose but tight, his crease rolled in and out, clinging to the appendage for dear life--and he came. He came with a mighty roar that gave the witch pause. Surely someone heard that one.

"Stay here and rot," she hissed. "Cum to death! At least you'll be out of Rookwood's hair!"

In a rage, she turned on her heel and ran, leaving Fig to his fate. Alone, he cried out, no longer conscious of where or even who he was. Sweat, tears, and drool flung in every direction as the assault claimed his sanity. Another orgasm, then another, then another. It was like the opposite of Crucio, wounded by pleasure instead of pain. It didn't end, every climax chipping away at his memories.

Would he die like the spell's creator--a man forced to cum until his body gives out? Ultimately, he decided it didn't matter. He loved cumming, loved the way the vine slammed into him, its attention solely dedicated to his pleasure. Even if it destroyed him. Even if it killed him. His arms and legs had grown sore from hanging in binds, but that was nothing. The pleasure was greater and he prayed it never stopped.

"Aaaaugh! Yes! Yes!"

He came again, his tongue sticking out as his toes curled and eyes clouded. Overblown, his squirting had lost its luster, the streams thinning into tiny, harrowing spurts. He needed a chance to recover, to revitalize, but the spell held strong. His cervix kissed the vine while scraped raw by the texture, his clit danced, his walls grated. Another orgasm, then another, then another.

And another.

It couldn't continue, and yet Fig beamed like he'd never known such joy. It was incomprehensible. It was an affront to all things decent, but it was paradise.

"Lumos Solem!"

A voice boomed and a blinding light filled the forest. When it dissipated, Fig was on the ground, the Snare screeching as it scrambled back under the earth, dislodging from its victim's hole. Free, at last. In a mystified state, the disheveled old man stared up at the sky, a frayed smile spanned across his face, his legs numb and sprawled from side to side.

"Eleazar! Eleazar!" The voice cried. It was Ronen. "Merlin, are you alright?!"

Cautious, he cast a charm around the two of them for protection, then took the old man into his arms. As he held him, tightly, he tried to ignore his hole, but the damage was so blatant, he couldn't help but stare.

"Oh, Eleazar..."

His gape was massive. Borderline absurd. It didn't seem possible, least of all to a virgin like Ronen; but his eyes fixed to the spectacle. Fig's insides, which wracked with spasms, flared deep shades of red, leading all the way down to his end. Those parts were never meant to be visible to anyone, and it scared Ronen, but he kept looking. He had to. His crease was chafed and distended, pulled slightly forward, his walls loose and rigid. The abuse had taken an irreversible toll. It wouldn't be able to close on its own--if ever fully--not after everything it had suffered.

"Eleazar, can you hear me?" Ronen sniffed, holding back his tears.

Fig's crazed smile slowly departed. "A-Abraham?"

"Yes, it's me. Are you alright, my friend?"

Fig sobbed. "M-my hole..."

"I know, I know. Just take it easy."

"It f-feels so good..."

"Well I'm glad it doesn't hurt, because it looks like it should."

Fig shook his head, weakly, then convulsed. "M-Merlin! Auagh!"

A jolt of pleasure made his hole contract, as if he was still being fucked. He intended to ask Ronen something, about someone, but he couldn't remember what. All he knew, all he wanted to know, were the blissful pangs throbbing between his legs, his hole slack and battered. Without thinking, he grabbed the younger man's hand and pushed it into his entrance, brushing over his aching clit.

"What are you doing?!" Ronen flushed, jerking his hand away.

"No! More! Please, don't stop!"

"Eleazar, get ahold of yourself!"

"More! Fuck me!" He ground his hips, his arm shaking as he reached for his friend. "Please! Abraham, please! I need to keep cumming!"

Ronen fell back. He didn't know what to do, but he could tell the old man was deteriorating. Possibly cursed. Afraid to lose him, he crawled closer and gave him what he wanted. It felt wrong and he hated it, but he reluctantly let his fingers slide into the chafed cunt beneath him, causing Fig to shriek.

"Aaaugh! Y-yes!"

Ignorant to any type of sexual activities, Ronen merely thrust four fingers in and out, as they fit, but that was enough. Fig was so fragile, so susceptible, the lightest touch felt like an army of men sharing his pussy. With a splintered scream, he came, completely losing touch with reality as his mind muddled.

No hole was meant to endure this.

"Eleazar! Hang in there!" Ronen cried, panicking as his friend lost consciousness. "I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have--!" Distressed, he cast Levioso. "I'm going to get you to the castle!"

As he felt his body lift off the ground, he cracked. The colours of the forest were distorted, his vision blurred. He didn't recognise himself, but he didn't care. He came so much, so hard, it was the happiest he felt since--what was her name? With a shrug, he closed his eyes and tucked his face into Ronen's chest, then succumbed to the ecstasy.

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Also also for the ask game The rest of the hackers + Izuchi n Sagara + Nanase!!

time to run away from ur ask box again just to show up again later

ding dong ditching via askbox real /j

YIPPE! WOO!

Sagara:

favorite thing about them- BEST GIRL???? I'M SO ILL ABOUT HER???? she's so silly......... I think there's something in her casual edginess and how she dresses in frills and likes cake and just how chill she is about it all. Love that she threatens Nanashi 0.3 seconds after meeting him. I like her general demeanor. Or how much she talks herself up in spite of how pathetic she is. She's a fun character and just everything about her appeals to me specifically, I can and will read to deep into her character sheet calling her jaded.

least favorite thing about them- Her saying Sagara was her temp name was the perfect setup for her to eventually reveal a chuuni alias and I'm so bitter that they didn't do that.

favorite line- "Heehee... Then Nanashi, you will have to perform the official pact rite!" (What's the pact rite?) "You must help with this lunchtime cake set that's being sold starting today!" (T-that's the rite?) "I have a quota to meet this month, see..."

brOTP- Nanashi!! Their friendship and interactions are so great to me. I also really like the idea of her befriending Yukinaga. Weirdboy-to-Weirdgirl communication(for both friendships tbh).

OTP- IZUCHI AUGH I M SO OBSESSED WITH THEM. They're very different but hear me out. They have a funny dynamic. Menaces to society and also each other. I do actually think there is potential for them to contrast and complement each other in interesting ways though. I appreciate that their one interaction establishes that she visits him regularly just to mess with him, and how he's probably just used to her atp. I think they could be schemers together.

nOTP- eh.

random headcanon- Her chicken avatar is based on a childhood pet, she starts keeping chickens again sometime in the future. Also timeskip Sagara wears crocs.

unpopular opinion- I've only seen this like twice but I disagree with any portrayal of Izsg that involves her pestering him because she has a crush because I think it's infinitely funnier if she's just Like That(and maybe the local asshole is one of the few peoples she has that's close to an actual friend but it's not a crush. at the moment).

song i associate with them- Egorock

favorite picture of them- From her VA's twitter

Izuchi:

favorite thing about them- Smartass. I love him dearly. Self aggrandizing mad scientist with the brains to back it up, who just does whatever he wants without regard to what other people think and goes about it with a cool and collected(/albeit arrogant) air. How he's not really on either side but just gives the time of day to whatever benefits him/his research, yet is still patient enough to explain things and hear out other perspectives. Who maybe does have a nice side but it's overlayed by 50 layers of conceit.

least favorite thing about them- I want him to face tangible consequence for what he did to the Potetes.

favorite line- "...What is it, whelp? Do you love my greatness? Well, I must apologize... I already adore myself far more than you do.", why is he like this I'm sobbign

brOTP- Nanashi, mad scientist-guinea pig duo ever. I think his relationship with Kirai is interesting too.

OTP- SAGARA. Look I think it's so real of her to be canonically able to knock him on his ass in like 1 minute flat. I have full reason to believe this happens regularly simply because of how easily she does it here, and the only reason it doesn't escalate is because Nanase drags her away. Izuchi is a voice of reason to her out-there way of thinking and general immaturity and Sagara not only doesn't take his shit but is fully capable of smashing through his ego.

nOTP- I can see how Izuchi/Saaya would be interesting but it just isn't for me idk.

random headcanon- Keeps and labels seashell displays. It's some of the only actual decor his room has. Also is a relatively decent cook.

unpopular opinion- The fandom doesn't bully him enough like actually. Look at this guy.

song i associate with them- What The World Needs, this was so hard I have too many.

favorite picture of them-

Kirai:

favorite thing about them- He's such an unapologetic turd but also weirdly competent for a 10 year old. I like how he spends his entire friend event complaining then just gives Nanashi trash as a gift. That's so mean. I feel like he veers more into being just an outright asshole vs Nomare or the twins being kind of clowns about it, but I love that for him honestly.

least favorite thing about them- leave the old man alone bro(who isn't even an old man he's 34 but Kirai's 10 so I see how it'd seem that way to him)

favorite line- "Yeah, yeah. Let's slaughterize 'em all."

brOTP- The hackers but I think Kotora being his babysitter is funny. Sorry for the constant torment dude(it's entertaining.)

OTP- N/A

nOTP- N/A

random headcanon- Makes a fuss about how he's eventually going to get a growth spurt and how That'll Show You All but stays short into adulthood. Never hears the end of it.

unpopular opinion- I feel like Izuchi's personality gets conflated with his sometimes which I get but. You know(will not elaborate(this isn't directed at anything you said in your answer btw just to be clear, you're good)).

song i associate with them- Oh No!

favorite picture of them-

Mikado:

favorite thing about them- Great antagonist. Very good parallels to Nanashi(for obvious reasons), with this being how he would've turned out if he stayed the way he was at the start of the game, down to his ultimate goal being a warped version of Nanashi's initial wish of World Peace. His attempt to start a team only to have them all hate and betray him in contrast to people being weirded out by Nanase before eventually warming up to him for him is neat.

least favorite thing about them- How do you just pretend to be a guy's cousin who he's known all his life and have his family accept that and let him stay with you. Where does Nanase go when he disappears. I can and will draw conjectures but I wish that was elaborated on.

favorite line- "Had it not been "me," there was no way I would have offered you hot cocoa in the dead of summer as if it were a reward." On levels of passive aggression incomprehensible to mere mortals.

brOTP- Nanashi and Misane!

OTP- N/A

nOTP- Nanashi ew

random headcanon- Would try to hold hacker Game Nights to build rapport and cooperation, you can imagine how well that went.

unpopular opinion- Not exactly Mikado himself but never forget that Nanashi is canonically capable of becoming a fucked up guy given the right circumstances. As in "can and will commit so many crimes against humanity" fucked up.

song i associate with them- Technocrat, I probably Do have better songs for him but I just want to raise this in the vein of him trying to pitch the master program to the higher ups and doing it in a really backhanded concerning way(although it gets passed anyways so.)

favorite picture of them-

Kotora:

favorite thing about them- Only Sane Man of the hackers but is so spineless that it doesn't even matter. He gets bullied by a 10 year old, guys. Hge's so tired guys give him a break. I enjoy the potential thread of him being so stressed and tired that he turned to crime despite not usually being that type. I like the moment in his friend event where Rocca breaks a plate(?) and he's more concerned about her safety. Nice fellow.

least favorite thing about them- Who runs the cafe while he's running from the law? Because Rocca is definitely still working there.

favorite line- "Ahaha… I wouldn't say "don't judge a book by its cover," more… "you don't know what a really fatigued guy will do.""

brOTP- The hackers but I like to imagine him and Tobari having regular meetups(tea parties? coffee? Whatever) after the group splinters off to do their own thing. I'd say they could bond over the more mature of the four but I wonder how he'd feel, with him being burnt out(albeit I do think all that trouble would give him a new appreciation for his life, but that doesn't change the fact that the feeling was there) and running a struggling business and her being born rich and choosing to gallivant around because she's a thrillseeker? I think there could be something to explore there.

OTP- N/A

nOTP- N/A

random headcanon- Majored in computer science for a minute in college; Went back to coding when he started feeling stuck in his own life and that's how he managed to have any success with hacking.

unpopular opinion- N/A

song i associate with them- Coffee and Syrup

favorite picture of them- He's kindof pathetic but that's how I like my men

Nomiya:

favorite thing about them- Hell yeah, go funny loud man.

least favorite thing about them- We have Sho Minamoto at home.

favorite line- "Ya better show me somethin' giga-fun next time!!! If you yotta-bore me again, you're packed!! Zipped! DELEEETEEEEEED!!!!!"

brOTP- The hackers but I like to think of him and Kirai being disasters who cause problems on purpose. I bet they fight all the time.

OTP- I don't always go there but I do see the Nomihiyu vision

nOTP- N/A

random headcanon- After the master program gets re-made he gets brought onto the team to help with code maintenance. He creates viruses and Hiyu figures out how to protect the master program from them.

unpopular opinion- N/A

song i associate with them- AC/DC

favorite picture of them-

Nanashi:

favorite thing about them- His arc! How he starts the game constantly trashing on himself and through his efforts to befriend the characters, he learns that everyone's a little messed up. He learns to start loving himself and what sets him apart, and that he deserves to be live and love and have friendship through his relationships, because people care for him. How his arc carries into the next game but not in such a way that they just get rid of his peculiarity.

least favorite thing about them- I feel like it does get toned down from Ch.XXX to 1beat but some of his interactions with Misane post-timeskip... yeesh.

favorite line- His whole speech at the end of the first game makes me feel things.

brOTP- Misane big obvi, they're so precious to me. Can a catgirl and a bunnyboy truly solve crimes together.

OTP- I have a few ships I like with him but nothing I'm entirely committed to.

nOTP- Gosh where do I start. Mikado maybe.

random headcanon- Moves in with the Real Aisakas permanently after the game, mostly I just feel bad about the idea of having him move too far away from his friends.

unpopular opinion- Okay for how much people like to rag on his post-timeskip behavior lbr even some of his comments toward other characters throughout the first game were kind of. weird(derogatory). Also maybe not shipping him with Misane is an unpopular opinion but the fandom seems to have fallen off that boat anyways.

song i associate with them- Saying the 1bit ed might be too obvious so. uh. Be A Friend. Also Self-Inflicted Achromatic for a more angsty(normal end) angle

favorite picture of them-

#Izuchi and Sagara go first because they're the MOST important #Fun fact Sagara is the specific reason I started doing 1bit fanart #pieceofcake.txt #cakeasks #these Favorite Thing sections have just become me rambling without actually pinpointing a favorite thing but ah. it is what it is

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berrymoos · 2 years

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rewatching st to cope and season 1 episode 8 got me thinking about little!steve in a panicked and regressed haze during his first interaction with the demogorgon

like when he was going all “ this is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy!” and reached for the phone only to be pulled back by nancy who yells at him to get out but instead of him just leaving like he did he’s full on sobbing and blubbering as he walks out and when he got in his car he just cried until he talked himself up to go back inside

“ y-you’re a big boy steve *sniffle* you- you can do this, not a b-baby”

then he goes back inside and gives that demogorgon a piece of his mind with the bat and once it’s all over he just falls to the floor and curls up in a ball and starts crying again and nancy realizes he had regressed and mentally cursed herself for yelling at him earlier so she sits next down next to him and is like:

“ hey buddy, what you did was really brave, i’m proud of you”

“ w-weally? not- not a baby?”

“ of course not! you were so brave, RIGHT JONATHAN?” *stares daggers at him with her signature tight-lipped smile*

“ yeah!? really brave steve, you saved my ass back there”

“ no cursing jonathan! i don’t want him to repeat you!”

“what do you mean he literally- fine! okay, i’m sorry for cursing bud”

so she’s just there, hugging steve on the floor, running her fingers through his hair and wiping his tears while jonathan just stares at them confused(and a bit jealous at all of the attention he’s getting but shhhh)

bonus content(i can’t jus not talk about baby jonny he’s baby)

after steve and nancy explain when he’s big again jonathan reveals he was a tad bit jealous that steve got to be babied and not him and steve shows him his stash of coloring books and stuffies and when he leaves so jonny’s not too embarrassed and comes back about 30 minutes later to see baby jonny on his stomach scrubbing every color onto the book, using one of the(many)pacifiers he found in steve’s box and it takes everything in steve not to sit down and color with him because he knew nance was busy and didn’t have time to deal with two little boys:)

you know what's crazy abt u rewatching ST is that my brother finished the s4 finale yesterday (therefore i got to rewatch it) & we both cried HARD - he unfortunately knew abt eddie but when max started ... Yknow ... he LOST it 😭😭 our cousins were like "??? ARE YOU GUYS OKAY???"

GOSH, steve is such a brave little guy!! going back in & beating that demogorgan with his friends to protect them even if he is scared!! (*´˘`*)♡ augh he's so so selfless, nancy definitely wouldve noticed him regressing the moment he started crying if she hadn't been so occupied & worried about the demogorgan, so when steve sinks to the ground she feels horribly guilty & p much bruises her knees by dropping down immediately after him

steve deff doubts his bravery when nancy first tells him how brave he was tho :(( — "nuh-uh, n-not bwave ... m scared, nancy" but she's such a good caregiver (& person in general hsheksk) & hops in INSTANTLY to tell him how it's okay to be scared, he can still be brave even if he feels like running away - that's what bravery is, bud! - and just how proud she is of him, coming back to help them!! so, so proud, RIGHT JONATHAN?? Right, Jonathan? Good ... Alright ( ¬_¬)

jon's just been standing in the background twiddling his thumbs & lowkey pouting at how much attention steve's getting SHDJDJSKD jus like "hmph, why can't that be me ... (﹡ᵗ ᵔ ᵗ ﹡)" he wants his hair pet & some hugs ,, and maybe a few kisses on his forehead (´ . .̫ . `) ,, who can blame him tho; getting doted on by nancy wheeler sounds wonderful - and it IS!! <3 & his thumb twiddling simply gets more intense as he mumbles to them abt feeling jealous abt all the attention stevie got without him. his face is kinda red too bc wow is that embarrassing to admit after nancy caught him literally pouting behind them

baby jonny my beloved *´ㅅ`)ﾞ♡ steve coming back to jonny kicking his feet as he colors with every single crayon in the box – which, by the way, is a big box (it's not just one normal coloring box, it's a large one full of crayons from different boxes, so crayons galore!) – pacifier bobbing busily in his mouth, concentrating on staying in the lines, humming an unrecognizable song under his breath ,,,,, steve doesn't know if he wants to color with him or sit down & set jonny in his lap so he can watch him color and listen to any babbles he may have about his artwork, so he legit ends up standing there for a minute & a half staring at him JEKEKS

jonny does notice & it's a staring match until steve realizes what he's doing and goes "oh, shi– shoot, jon, i'm sorry! i wasn't trying to stare, i was just ... making sure you were okay. aaand watching you color; you're really good at staying in the lines, by the way..."

n jonny's cheeks get red, bc he knows he's good at staying in the lines bc he colors all the time but hearing it from someone else makes him feel good! and shy ... but still good!

steve does end up joining him on the floor, but he doesn't color or bring jon into his lap – jonny wants him too, but neither of them are super comfortable bringing that to light rn 😭 instead steve asks him questions about his coloring, like "ooo, you're gonna use golden yellow for the fur? it's like a golden retriever, yeah? yeaaaah!" & "what if you used ... pink and red for the flowers? oh, you were? great mind think alike, then!"

the picture he colored was for steve btw – a thank you for helping them with the demogorgan, a thank you for letting him use his stuff. steve gets so teary-eyed bc oh my gosh he's such a sweetheart & jonny thinks he's about to cry bc he doesn't like it, so now he's getting teary-eyed & doubtful & he's so ready to take it back, but steve is SO quick to say "no no no no! jonny, this is– i love it, buddy! thank you!" & pull him into a big ole hug (〃∀〃)ゞwaaaaa

"c'n i ... c'n i cowor for nance..?"

steve's heart is MELTING. "of course you can color for nancy, bud!"

and this time, jonny gets to sit on his lap as he colors <3

#baby jonny & steeeeve the little cuties <333 #🍓．berry n friends <3 #loserhotline friend <3 #stranger things agere #fandom agere #sfw agere #agere asks #agere concept

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joshuaalbert · 2 years

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sito OFC.

thank you for your reading comprehension king you rly listened to and followed directions on this one hfkdhd

favorite thing about them

I love that she’s not brave in the way of “not scared of anything,” she’s brave in the way of “actually pretty scared of a lot of stuff but fighting through it anyway.” like. she spends a significant amount of her screentime afraid! in the first duty she’s afraid of the consequences of telling the truth even though you can tell that she’s really uncomfortable with lying about their dead friend. in lower decks she’s afraid of making mistakes to the point where she’s overcautious and has a hard time taking risks. she’s afraid of never proving herself to be better than her worst mistakes. she’s afraid of picard’s assessment of her, and there’s no way she’s not terrified about that mission. like. that’s a lot of stuff that scares her but especially in the context of lower decks she’s trying so hard to be better than her fear of all of those things and she’s not always successful but she is Trying to the point of putting her life on the line to prove she can be more than those fears (and yes, okay, look what it got her, but that’s not the POINT)

also I’m counting that deleted first duty line where she makes the choice to back wesley up on the truth as canon and I am going to count that as a thing that she chose to do despite her fear and like. who’s gonna fuck with me on this tbh.

least favorite thing about them

okay like. I think I will never Not be of two minds about the fact that they didn’t bring her back for ds9. like thematically the lower decks ending is so good even if it fucks my shit up but I absolutely think it was a missed opportunity to not have a bajoran starfleet officer on ds9. there are a lot of episodes where it would be really interesting to see someone navigating either having split loyalty in a situation or being perceived by others as having split loyalty in a situation and I think she would’ve been great for that. also like. was I gonna Not want to see her again.

brOTP

ok this is all in my own personal universe but josh n jaxa best friendship is everything to me. best and worst influences on each other. jaxa and wesley also incredibly dear to me although they’re not Quite as close (like. pre first duty they were friends but I don’t think they were Besties just bc I can’t see their interests other than flying overlapping a ton, and also in my head she’s about an earth year older than josh who’s a little less than a year older than wesley so there’s a little distance there. not that you can’t be friends with someone a couple years younger than you obviously but I think he can seem young to her. between first duty and journey’s end they’re friends but kind of like. through josh? like if you’ve ever had that friend that you care about a lot but you don’t tend to hang out one on one with. I don’t think they really develop a solid independent friendship until after she gets rescued and the two of them hang out together but when they do it’s very good)

also I’ve posted about this before but like! her friendship/mentor-mentee relationship with worf!!like that’s obviously a very different thing than with her friends her own age but I rly do LOVE that dynamic like it’s so!! augh!!!!!!!

OTP

I actually don’t have one rly? I can’t necessarily see her Seriously dating anyone she spends time with in canon (although i will say even if I was eh about a lot of the echoes and refractions novella she was in I’m willing to buy their concept of “she and sam lavelle dated for a bit and it didn’t work out but they’re still friends” if she’d stayed on the enterprise). in the scope of when I’ve written her she’s really just trying to get her own shit sorted out in so many different ways and it’s kind of for the best if she’s not looking for romance at the moment yknow

nOTP

I don’t really have anything that I’m like “wow I hate that” just bc there’s like. nothing that is there for me to hate.

random headcanon

I think she took awful notes in school. like they worked for her they obviously got her through but anyone else who looked at them was like. girl what the fuck. also I’ve used this as a recurring thing in fics but I think she has an absolutely abysmal morbid sense of humor which I suspect is common among bajorans but I think it gets so much worse if she’s rescued but comes back hugely traumatized.

unpopular opinion

everyone needs to start having sito jaxa opinions so I can inevitably think so many of them are wrong

song i associate with them

ngl I still don’t have one and it’s Actively ruining my life!! but it’s fine.

favorite picture of them

I just found the first one on this. czech database of star trek characters? they have good pictures of her huge fan. also bonus worf jaxa friendship image bc I care them.

#funny how she’s everything to me actually #this took forever I had shit to say but also I was still maybe still sort of doing work let’s not worry about it #sito #tng #ask game

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rottingsullengirl · 2 years

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| 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — drabble.

| 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐒) ✧･ﾟ: — isabela madrigal x fem!reader.

| 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — heavy angst, shouting, crying, hurt, no comfort, established relationships.

| 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ✧･ﾟ: — 1170 words.

| 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✧･ﾟ: — in an angsty mood. :) please enjoy!!

part 2 here!

| 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✧･ﾟ: — in which isabela breaks the news to you—her secret girlfriend—about mariano’s proposal.

The air is heavy with silence, the weight of it almost too much for your shoulder to bear. Not entirely silent, you can still hear the calming water trickling from Isabela’s pond. You can still hear her soft breathing in sync with yours. And you can still hear your heart breaking and thumping within your chest while looking down at the beautiful flooring made of rose petals of different shades and shapes. Your eyes are wide, tears stinging your tear ducts and a stinging moving through every nerve inside of your numb body.

“Mi flor…please say something…” Isabela’s soft voice pleads from beside you. When her hand tries to reach for your clutching the fabric of your skirt, you roughly pull it away and stand from the soft bed. Facing her surprised expression, your own surprised expression hardens into one of pure hurt and disbelief.

“You knew about it for the past three days and you decided to tell me the day before he’s going to propose?” You question with a taut voice and low volume, hands balling up at your sides. A hotness is filling your body yet somehow you feel ice cold. The beautiful flower in front of you stands up, her big doe eyes the most beautiful shade of brown wide and soft lips parted. “W-Why would you hide this from me?” You ask, facing her and not even sparing a blink to look away from her.

She sighs out heavily, brushing her long ink black hair off of her shoulder. “I—I didn’t know how!” She exclaims with a shaking of her head. Her hands press against her stomach, thick but neat brows threaded upwards while holding your gaze. “I needed to adjust to it myself too. Mariano and I have barely spoken so excuse me if it was surprising.” Her voice holds a bit of attitude beneath the defensive tone.

Shifting on your shoes, your breathing grows a bit heavy. The feeling of your breaking heart washes a pain throughout your body. Your eyes search her guilty and hurt expression, beautiful features burned into your mind since the day you met her. Hot tears begin to blur your vision as a question begins to snake it’s way up your vocal cords. Inhaling deeply, you shudder and tremble. “Y—“ Your voice shakes. “You’re not going to say yes…right?”

Isabela’s brows rise in surprise, her lips parting. Soft brown eyes seem to search your firm and rigid features. She blinks back rapidly, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. “I—It’s complicated, mi amor, plea—“ The pieces of your heart cling desperately to your ribcage at her response. When she reaches out once more, you turn away and begin to storm down the rosey steps. “Y-Y/n! You can’t—“

Whipping around at the last step, you look up into her eyes. “What!” You shout so loud it makes her jump slightly, her expression wide-eyed and slack jawed, narrow shoulders raised with tenseness. Breathing heavily, you shake your head as the hot tears finally spill out and roll down your cheeks. “I c-can’t believe you. Y-You—I—augh!” Exclaiming in frustration, you step back. A huge lump forming in your throat and your mind racing a million miles a minute has your words tangling up and refusing to spill out.

“What do you expect me to do!” Isabela shouts back with tears rolling down her round cheeks. Stepping down the steps, she gestures to herself with her fingers pointing towards her chest. “I can’t just—just be who I want!” Her hand gestures towards the door. “My abuela has standards and if I don’t—“

“Bullshit!” You interrupt furiously, throwing your hands up. Those thick brows of her are furrowed downwards, lips parted with her own heavy breaths and fists balled at her sides. Staring her down, you snort while hot tears continue to stream down your cheeks and meet at your chin. “You could be who you want, Isabela. You’re just scared to be another Mirabel.” She visibly flinches, eyes wide.

“How dare—“

“But guess what!” Once more you interrupt with a hard shake of your head. “Everyone still loves Mirabel! I love Mirabel, the town loves Mirabel, the family loves Mirabel! You just don’t want to lose your spot as Alma’s favorite, as her perfect little—“

“Mirabel doesn’t have a gift!” She shouts loud enough for you to flinch this time. With wide eyes, you hold her furious gaze as she steps towards you with angry and big hand gestures. Taking slow steps back, your chest heaves up and down with heavy breaths. “Don’t you get that? Mirabel has no expectations to reach! She hasn’t since that damn door disappeared at her hands. I don’t get that privilege!” Her voice is going hoarse, hot tears continuously rolling down her cheeks.

Scoffing, your eyes narrow. “You’re a coward.” You choke out with your bottom lip trembling and vision continuously going from blurry to clear with each rolling tear. Isabela’s eyes widen, her lips parting at your words. Flickering between her eyes, you swallow thickly and gesture to yourself. “Isa I love you more than life itself. How could you pick perfection? Three years together…If you meant every word you said about me being the most important thing in your life, your soulmate—if you really love me then pl—“

“Then I guess I don’t love you!”

Both of you recoil at her words. All the numbness, the pain in your body, the pieces of your heart clinging to your ribs—the pieces fall down into the pits of your stomach. Blinking back rapidly, your bottom lip trembles as your entire body shoots with a pain unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Every burn, cut, scraped knee, fall, tumble—no pain you’ve felt before times a million could amount to what you feel now.

Isabela’s body is visibly trembling, her hand over her open mouth. She shakes her head and steps towards you, hand reaching out as a look of complete regret and guilt spread along her beautiful features. “Y/n I—“

She stops abruptly when your hand comes up. Blinking back rapidly while dropping your hand down, your mouth opens and closes with no words. So much pain, hurt, betrayal—so much washes through you as your mouth clamps shut. Lips forming into a thin line and eyes narrowed at hers. Hugging yourself, you swallow thickly and try to ignore the thorns that feel like they’re tearing through your skin from the inside out.

“I never want to see you again.” You harshly whisper before scoffing out with a bitter and fake smile spreading across your lips. Reaching into the small pocket of your skirt, you pull out a silver ring with a beautiful pink crystal as the stone. Tossing it roughly at her chest, her eyes go wide and she flinches. “Congratulations, Mrs.Guzmán.” Turning on your heel, you furiously wipe at your tears while storming off.

Mirabel’s words echo in your head.

“It isn’t going to end well, Y/n…”

You’re such an idiot.

#encanto #isabela madrigal #lesbian isabela #isabela madrigal x reader #isabela my beloved #isabela x reader #angst #rottingsullengirl #abuela alma madrigal #mariano guzman

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shield-agent78 · 3 years

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Winter’s Lessons: Crashed Into You~ Chapter 1

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Clint x Reader (platonic), Clint x Bucky (platonic), Steve x Bucky (platonic), Reader x Steve (platonic), OOC x Reader (platonic) Sam x Bucky (platonic)

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, anguish, fluff, children with disabilities, mentions of autism, a little sass, cocky Bucky

Rating: R

Summary: You’re a school teacher for students with special needs who is passionate about her job but has neglected taking time out for herself. He is handsome, cocky and an Avenger. What happens when a newfound relationship just might turn out to be exactly what you both need?

Word Count: 3238

Square Filled: holding hands Marvel Fluff Bingo @marvelfluffbingo

A/N: Thank you to my beta @mindingmyownbusiness Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Dedicated to: @one-crazy-writer @averyrogers83

Since childhood, you had always wanted to be a teacher. You adored your students and they seemed to respond well to you. However, because of budget cuts, you had not been given a contract for the next school year. You stood in your classroom packing up the few personal items you had left off of your desk as your teacher’s aid walked into the room.

“So what are you planning to do y/n?” Laura sighed, as she helped you place your last remaining items into your box.

“I’m not too sure yet. I’m just thankful that I have a little time to think it over. Bucky said he wants me to come and visit him for a while so I think I might just take him up on his offer.” You grab your box as you and Laura walk down the hall of the school to the parking lot.

“How long have you two been dating?”

“8 months now," you respond happily. "He is something else.”

“I’m sure he is.” You give her a wink with a small giggle as you loaded your box into the trunk of your car. She gives you a supporting hug before leaving you to make the two-hour drive to the compound.

(Fall-8 Months Ago)

“Miss Y/L/N, does this look ok?” Darius asks as he looks up at you from his desk. His little eight-year-old hands hold up the card he made for his very favorite Avenger, the Winter Soldier. On the outside, it is a crude picture of himself with Bucky Barnes playing on swings. You beam with pride. He is doing so well in class. You had taught Darius, for over a year and a half with a special curriculum designed for students with autism. He now knows his numbers and letters and can read some basic sight words. "Miss Y/L/N do you really think that he will like it? You know he is my very favorite Avenger." You stoop down and examine his card closer as you take his little hand in yours and help him sign his name.

“I think he will love it, Darius.” The little boy looks up at you with his large chocolate eyes and smiles. His large smile could touch his eyes without even trying. Suddenly there is a knock at the door. You stand up as you run your hands down your black pencil skirt. Look professional, breathe, and they will have fun. Secretly you are as excited as your students and thankful that you had chosen your favorite black skirt with black and white blouse for today. “Ok, guys let’s give them a warm welcome,” you announce to the class. Seven little faces beam up at you as they all smile and look excitedly at the door. The kids have waited so long for this day and they can’t wait to meet their favorite superheroes.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself and open the door where you are presently surprised to have three of them visit with your students. Clint, Steve, and Bucky stroll into your classroom with a round of cheers from your students. They take turns introducing themselves and shaking hands with you as well as each student. As they mingle and talk to the students you look upon them in awe. Especially one Mr. Bucky Barnes. He seems to take a liking to the students immediately. His Greek god-like features make you nervous. You watch him intensely and notice he spends a lot of time hanging out with Darius. Bucky’s eyes find you as he gives you a slight smirk. You blush knowing that you just got caught checking him out.

“So what do you think of him?” Laura, your paraprofessional, asks as she bumps down the temperature in your classroom. You eye her suspiciously as she just shrugs. “It’s 100 degrees out today and we have three very hot guys in this room….Besides, you asked me to…”

“Keep me from saying anything stupid, and keep me in check,” you mutter as you tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear eyeing the men as they visit your students.

“And?”

“I think I said, I was hoping the Greek god would cool me down not heat me up!” Laura throws back her head in laughter which in turn catches the ears of Bucky. He excuses himself from Darius and begins walking toward you two.

“Here comes the Greek god,” Laura mumbles playfully.

You look up with a wide-eyed expression. “Who has a great sense of hearing, remember?” you retort through a gritted smile. She gives you a wicked smile as her green eyes shine brightly. “Don’t you dare…”

“Me? Now would I ever do anything that would embarrass you Miss Y/L/N?”

“Every chance you get,” you giggle “but I’ve known you for how long? And outside of work you would any chance you get. Don’t you remember when…” Your words trail off as you come face to face with a set of bright blue eyes. His hair pulled back loosely, scruff, stonewashed jeans, and a black polo with the Avengers symbol on the left breast. Oh god, help me. Breathe y/n, breathe. “Augh, hi Mr. Barnes.” Laura turns and lets out a small giggle walking toward Clint who is asking about your curriculum and teaching style. You both know your job here will be might be ending this year due to budget cuts so she is determined to put a good word in with whoever on your behalf no matter when or where.

“Bucky, please.”

“Bucky.” The name tastes like sweet honey on your lips and you know right then you could get drunk on his name with just one taste.

“I was just wondering who is in the photo behind you?” He motions to the shelf behind you with his right hand as your heart stops for a moment.

“Pic…picture? Oh,” you spin around and look at it for a moment. It is a young man in a Class A Army uniform. You turn back around and smile. “My grandfather. He, ugh, he served during World War II in the South Pacific.” You beam up looking into his eyes. He smiles at you and your heart skips a beat again.

“Where are you from?”

“Y/H/S (your home state).”

“So how did you end up here? I mean in New York?”

“I wanted an adventure,” you answer honestly, “and a change of scenery so here I am. It gives me a chance to make a difference and experience the world I guess. My family thinks I’m crazy for it but you know… .” Bucky stuffs his hands in his pockets looking at you intensely for a moment.

“I think it’s very brave of you and shows that you are willing to do whatever it takes to make a difference for kids especially these here.”

“Th..thank you,” you stammer as you make your way beside him for a moment stooping down to hand Sara her card she made for Captain America. She reaches her little hand out as she rolls her wheelchair closer to Steve. She is a huge Captain America fan. You can’t help but laugh for a moment as she reaches out with her small hand and grabs hold of Steve’s right arm.

“Do you have a girlpen? Can I be et? I wike you avot.” She asks dead serious-looking up at his face. Steve smiles, stoops down and takes Sara’s small six-year-old hand in his large one.

“I think I may be a little too old for you, Doll, but you can be my best little friend until you find a boyfriend.” Sara ponders his response for a moment and then smiles widely as she hugs Steve content with his answer.

“Sorry, you were saying?” You turn and face Bucky for a moment. He shifts nervously from one foot to another for a moment while stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“How about you? You have a boyfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Well, in that case, can I get your number or better yet “On fait quoi ce soir?” (What are we doing tonight?) He raises his eyebrow in question with a smirk. You process his words quickly thanks to the little bit of French class you had in college. You give him a stern look; the one you give your students sometimes, and he knows immediately his cocky play won’t work with you. He opens his mouth to try again as you raise your eyes in question. This stops his next cocky remark dead in its tracks. You're not like the other modern-day girls he has dated. Just because he is an Avenger that is great eye candy doesn’t mean you are going to run into his open arms begging him to take you in more ways than you can imagine. “Coffee date?” he chuckles.

“Coffee sounds nice. Here,” you take your blue pen and scribble your number down onto a pink sticky note handing it to him. “Call me Bucky and we’ll go from there. Please.”

“It’s a date doll,” the pet name rolls off his tongue with ease, “ I mean y/n.” You feel your cheeks pink up as you return his smile.

By the end of their visit that afternoon, Bucky found a small friend in Darius and had your successfully scored number stored in his phone.

(October)

“I can’t believe you gave him the teacher look,” Laura states, pouring you a cup of coffee. You are sitting at a small table overlooking Central Park. The fall leaves of golds and oranges rushing in the trees make the park lovely this time of year.

“And I can’t believe you are working here where I am about to have a date with Bucky.” You sigh looking nervously down at your phone twisting it loosely in your hands. “He should be here in ten minutes. What if he doesn’t show Laura? What if he really doesn’t like me. He is an Avenger and damn good looking. Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into?” You ask staring out the window with a sigh.

“Y/N. Stop it,” she snaps. You turn your attention back to her as you hear the bell of the quiet shop doorbell ring as it is pushed open. In steps Bucky Barnes. His hair is framing his face, the right amount of scruff on his face, maroon Henley with a pair of dark jeans. A small smile creeps onto his face as he sees you sitting at the table. Your breath hitches and you don’t know whether it is him or not but right now you have to will your body to breathe. Laura looks up to see what has caught your glare as she whispers “breathe and smile,” before walking away as Bucky approaches you.

“Hi. Wow, you look beautiful doll.” He stares truthfully moving to sit down on the cushioned chair in front of you. You can’t help but smile. You had only changed ten times looking for the right dress to wear before deciding on a light mingled fall color hauteur dress. The matching blue sweater discarded around the back of your chair for ten minutes now. Yes, you had been early but Laura had calmed your nerves, well at least some of them.

“Thank you.” You shake your head in disbelief. No man has ever got you feeling this way and now you nervously fidget with the corner of your flowing skirt. Bucky gives you a smirk reading you perfectly. Of course, he does.

He clears his throat before speaking snapping you out of your trance. “I’m glad you agreed to meet me. I really had my doubts you would.” You cock your head at him in question.

“Why?” You ask while taking a swig of your coffee.

“Just because you're not like the typical dames, I mean, women I date. You’re, well, you’re not impressed because of my job nor care to bang me just because of it.” You almost choke in your drink and have to cough to cover up a slight giggle. Bucky gives you a wide-eyed look for a moment as you gain your composure. Boy, he is a cocky son of a bitch, you think.

“No, I’ve never been the type of wham bam thank you ma’am type of woman I guess. It’s fine for others but not me.” Secretly you're hoping that he's not that type of guy. Bucky shakes his head yes in understanding. His jaw set firm for a moment before speaking.

“Good to know because I’m tired of girls like those.” You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. He takes a sip of his coffee Laura has just put down in front of him. “Hey, don’t you work with her?” His eyes knit together in question.

“Yes, she’s my teacher’s aide. Laura works here part-time to help pay her bills; it’s hard for her to make a living on a small salary.” You give him a small smile as you take another sip. “Why did it take you forever to call me?” You ponder out loud. It’s been a month since you have given him your number.

“I was on a mission,” Bucky answers bluntly. You feel your body tense up from his tone. You didn’t mean to sound so bitchy. Great, you are blowing this big time. He eyes you as you glance down nervously at your cup then back up. Bucky can’t help but notice your embarrassment and he now regrets his tone as well.

“Oh, I augh…I’m glad you are ok. Sorry I didn’t mean to sound, I don’t know, like a bitch about it really…” Bucky shakes his head no and it stops you dead in your tracks.

“No, no please don’t apologize,” he says quietly as his eyes soften. He reaches out and rests his large hand on top of yours sending calming vibes throughout your body. “You would have no idea.” Your body immediately relaxes from his touch, causing him to give you a small smile. “Trust me, I wasn’t blowing you off I promise it’s not like that because when I see something I want I generally go after it.” Your face becomes flushed at his words as you give him a small smile.

“Good to know.”

You two spend the next two hours getting to know one another. He asks you questions about your family and grandparents. You ask him about him and what he enjoys most in this modern time. The conversation comes easy and by the time the sun is starting to set all you want is for him to ask you out again. Bucky takes your hand softly in his and walks you out of the coffee shop down the street. You shiver slightly in the cool autumn air and pull your sweater close around your body.

Bucky stops and moves in front of you. He removes his black bomber jacket and drapes it around your shoulders.the coolness of his left hand sends delightful shivers down your spine. He gives you a cocky smile and pulls you closer to him. You stand there frozen for a moment trying to make a comprehensive sentence, however you are lost in his sapphire eyes. His eyes flicker to your lips and back up almost asking for permission to kiss you. Your lips part for a moment to speak but nothing comes out. He cups your face with his right hand stroking your pink lips slightly with his thumb. He bends down and softly tastes your lips. His kiss sends shock waves through your body. Your lips move in sync with his almost like they have been waiting for his plump lips since the beginning of time.

After a moment Bucky breaks the kiss.“Go out with me again. In fact, date only me. What do you say, Doll?”

“Ye-Yes," you stammer as your heart races so fast that you know he can hear it. Bucky looks down at you and smirks.

“So,” he drapes his arm around your shoulders as you both continue to walk down the sidewalk “you know I’m at the compound now upstate.” You hum in agreement still coming down from your high. “We have to work out the distance thing.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing that I have my cottage in upstate New York.” You snuggle closer to him enjoying his warmth.

“Cottage?” He gives you a sideways glance. “How can you pay the rent in two places?”

“The cottage I inherited from my grandparents. I’m up there almost every weekend and especially on breaks. Why?”

“Like I said when I see something I want Doll, I usually go for it hard,” he answers cockily while giving you a smirk. You stop walking and look up at him. His cocky soldier ways work great on the battlefield but that is something he doesn’t need to do in order to impress you and you hate the name Doll he keeps using. What are you? Plastic or something. Might as well address that now.

“Are you always this cocky Winter?” You tease. Buck cocks his eyebrow at you giving you an amused puzzled look that you can’t help but giggle at.

“Winter?” He draws the word out slowly as to be testing it on his lips.

“Yep just figured if you were calling me Doll I needed to call you something as well.” You say with sass.

“So I gather you don’t like Doll. Hmm how about honey?” He takes his large hand in yours. You shake your head no as you scrunch up your nose.

“That’s even worse. Sounds like I’m Winnie the Pooh or something,” you answer giving him a teasing smile that Bucky returns.

“Ok, how about Darlin’?” He questions with an eyebrow raised. You smile widely and he knows right away that is what you like.

“So Darlin’ it is.” Bucky chuckles causing a small blush to creep up onto your cheeks. He pulls you closer to his side as he walks you to your black Accord. You click the unlock button on your remote and he opens the door for you as you slide into the driver's seat. Bucky leans down and kisses you again softly. “I’ll call you tonight Darlin’.”

“You better Winter.” He beams down at you as you look up at him through your eyelashes. “Oh, your jacket!” You hand it to him. Bucky pulls it on now having it smell like your perfume. He knows Sam will probably rag him about it but he could care less. You kiss him on the cheek and drive away as every fiber in your body is calling out to you to stay.

(Later)

“How did the date go with Y/N?” Steve asks as he plops down beside Bucky at the kitchen table.

“Yah man,” Sam joins in, “You haven’t told us anything. She’s not like the typical girls you bring home.”

“Whatcha mean by that Bird Brain?” Bucky growls glancing up at Sam as he takes a bite of his burger.

“Nothin’ man, just that she’s smart, attractive and seems to really like you.” He notes each one my checking them off on his fingers. “Damn you must have done something to impress her.”

“Guess so,” Bucky grumbles. “Or, maybe I’m just damn lucky.”

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