#i hope you all enjoy! and the fic that is long overdue will probably actually be done by next week lol (hopefully)
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Unconditionally, uncontrollably, undoubtedly (Rose Lavelle x Reader)
So it's been a really long, stressful few weeks, I lost my motivation/energy to write. However, I'm lucky enough to be in the same time zone as the world cup which has definitely given my motivation back. With my upcoming holiday and moving, sorry to say this is probably going to be the last fic I post for at least a month.
First time writing for Rose, hope you enjoy :)
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Between media, training, recovery and exploring with the girls, it had been an incredibly long week. You would think with how exhausted I was, sleep would be coming easy, but it wasn't. I missed sleeping next to my girlfriend. Knowing she was only a few doors down didn't help. Of course Rose and I still spent time with each other, it just wasn't as much. Tiredness and missing my girlfriend turned into grumpiness which became obvious to the team at training when I practically ignored everyone or gave one word answers. Even to Rose.
Once training had ended, I skipped team bonding deciding to go float in the pool instead. It was relaxing and I knew no one would look for me there except maybe Rose. After maybe half an hour there was a disturbance in the water making me look over to find Rose crouching down next to the pool.
"Hey."
I swam over, leaning up to peck her lips, "Hey yourself."
"Glad to see you're not mad at me."
"Sorry about today, I was just grumpy in general not at anyone in particular."
"I noticed, everyone noticed actually. Do you want to come watch a movie in my room with me?"
"Can't promise I'll last a whole movie but I would love that. Let me go shower quickly and get changed, I'll meet you there?"
"Deal."
When Rose opened the door, I was met with a dim room lit only by fairy lights and the TV. There were flowers lying on the bedside table, my favourite pasta and chocolate waiting on the table. Rose stood next to me, playing with her fingers as a nervous smile appeared. It was understandable. While I had never really snapped at Rose because I was tired, I hated doing stuff when I was this exhausted. Preferring to either just watch tv or go to sleep with very little conversation. However, at this point I would do pretty much anything to spend time with Rose. My heart fluttered at the fact she had done this for me. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "What's all this?"
"You get grumpy when you're tired or stressed. I know we haven't had a lot of time together and like me you're probably struggling to sleep. So I thought we were overdue for a date night. I know you don't li-"
"I love it Rose. I love you. You know me too well."
She smiled proudly, kissing my cheek, "I love you Y/n. Coach gave us permission to have a sleep over tonight since tomorrows an off day. He also said he doesn't mind if we do it more often as long as it's only on days off. "
"Really?"
"Really. When I said everyone noticed your grumpiness, I meant everyone."
"Thank you Rosie. I really needed this."
"I know. So did I."
Rose picked up the flowers, holding them out to me, "These are for you."
"They're beautiful, I love them. Thank you."
Rose took my hand, leading me over to the table. She had lit a few candles, spread a few rose petals over the table and set the table nicely with my favourite pasta, some garlic bread and a wine glass of cranberry juice. Maybe odd combination, but it was my favourite. I cupped Roses cheek, kissing her with as much love and passion as I could. I loved this girl more than I ever thought was possible.
When we had first started seeing each other, I wasn't really that into her. She was nice enough, she just wasn't my type. My friend had set us up and really wanted me to at least try, claiming that we had a lot in common. It turns out the only real thing we had in common was our love for dogs and soccer, but Rose had actually been interested in hearing about my interests and learning more about them. It had been a long time since anyone was so interested try some of their hobbies from time to time what I was saying so despite not being into her, I had agreed to a second then a third date. To this day, 6 years later, that was the best decision I had ever made. The more we saw each other, the more I fell for her. Now I couldn't imagine my life without her. Turns out you don't need a lot in common with someone to be with them, you just need to be willing to listen.
After eating, we just sat and talked for a while. Something that we hadn't had much time for over the last few weeks. It was the most I had been able to relax since the world cup started. I knew there was still a long way to go, there would be more sleepless nights, less time together and stress, but it felt like a weight had been lifted and I could breathe again.
One of Rose's favourite songs started playing quietly from my phone, making her smile widely. I held my hand out, Rose quickly taking it without hesitation. I spun her around, giggles spilling out as my arm wrapped around her waist, the other still holding her hand. Rose looped her arm around my shoulder, pecking my lips quickly. "You don't like dancing."
"Maybe not, but here, with you, it's my second favourite thing in the world."
"Second? What's the first?"
"You. No matter how many dogs we may get, it will always be you. 6 years ago, I made the best decision of my life when I agreed to go out with you. You've changed my life in a way I never expected. I can't imagine a day where I don't get to see your smile, hear your laugh or your voice. I look forward to the day when there's no more travel or nights apart, where we wake up and go to sleep together every single day. Those are my favourite times of the day, no matter what the day will or has brought, they never fail to bring a smile to my face. This isn't how I planned to do this. Actually, I didn't have a plan, all I knew was it would happen sometime during the world cup when the time was right. There's never been a time that's felt more right than now."
I pulled out the ring that had been accompanying me everywhere we went for the last month or so, just waiting for the right time. A hand covered her mouth, the other clutching mine. I dropped down to one knee, only letting go of her hand for a second to open the box before finding it again.
"Unconditionally, uncontrollably, undoubtedly, I love you Rose Lavelle. Will you marry me?"
Rose fell onto her knees in front of me, holding me tightly, warm drops falling against my neck, "Yes, yes I'll marry you. What is it you said? Unconditionally, uncontrollably, undoubtedly, I love you Y/n Y/l/n."
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goodbye :)
not really lol this was clickbait 🤠
BUT now that i have your attention, i am going on a semi writing hiatus tho. i feel like this is long overdue. i'd like to start off with a couple weeks, maybe a month, maybe longer, idk? we'll see how it goes.
i'll still be relatively active on tumblr - answering asks and whatever bullshit i usually do - and discord (bc let's face it, i have nowhere else to be lmao) so i guess this is mostly a formal announcement for myself so that my brain can process the fact that this! bitch! needs! a! f*cking! break! 👏 it's not like i even have a regular update schedule to begin with, so for most of you things will probably feel the same. but tbh for me, writing doesn't feel as fun as it used to. it hasn't for a while, and neither has being on tumblr in general (some days it fully feels bad being on tumblr but i'm still Here bc i do not know what to do with myself lol).
don't get me wrong, i still love writing and i still want to write. but i just want to be able to actually enjoy it instead of feeling pressured to do it, yk? so i just need to find the spark again bc right now it feels like a chore and we definitely don't want that 😕
also - i feel like most writers go through this at some point - i keep (unintentionally) comparing myself to other writers and a bitch just cannot stop lmao. i've noticed that whenever i feel stuck while writing, i'd look to others and i'd think "damn, why can't i do this or that?" and that'd just make me feel worse lol miss girl gotta work on that. i mostly keep stuff to myself and lately it's been a little More than usual and i don't want to keep going when i obviously need a break only to end up overflowing one day and impulsively deleting my account (i probably won't lol this is my permanent address)
i'll use the time off to get back into reading too - god knows i haven't been reading fics as much as i used to. apologies to all the writers whose works i've been dying to read for so long but just haven't had the energy to sit down and dig in. reading is one of my main sources of inspiration (i made this blog bc i loved reading so much that it inspired me to write my own shit!) so hopefully that'll help the process too ✌️
unrelated to the writing bit but i also kinda want to use the extra time to start working on a professional portfolio and maybe jump back into my wack ass redbubble shop lmao
sooo yeah. i'm not gonna pull a one direction and just ride off into the sunset for good lmao. if anything, i hope i'll pull a bangtan and bounce back with even more content and vigor than before. maybe this is jeonqkooks chapter two 😎
maybe this was a bit dramatic lmao but anyways, sorry to anybody who thought i'd be leaving. unfortunately, you're stuck with me until tumblr gets swallowed up by the sun <3
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I was wondering if you could do a fic where Kate's mom had a storage unit that no one new about and needs to be emptied for some reason, and the girls help Kate move the stuff into her room at the compound. There are just a few boxes left to get and Kate goes get them while the others start to unpack the boxes. One of them finds some old video tapes and Yelena puts them in thinking it was something embarrassing but they are actually old videos of Kate and her father. And it leads to emotional and happy stuff Kate cause she never thought that her mom kept them or anything. I don't know it was just an idea for you to consider if you weren't busy.
A/N: Thank you for the amazing request!! 💖💖💖 Hopefully this is everything that you hoped it would be! I’ve been super low on inspiration lately, so I was doing my best to post this one for you! 💗
I hope you enjoy! 🥰🥰🥰
Word Count: 4.3k+
“Ugh, your family obviously did not believe in letting things go. It’s like they took and loaded every single item from your childhood and put it into one huge storage container,” Yelena declared as she entered Kate’s mini-apartment in the compound, putting the boxes down behind the couch in Kate’s living room. Yelena let out a deep breath, shaking her head.
Kate did her best to maneuver in behind her, Natasha trailing after.
Kate had gotten a notice not too long ago that there was a storage container with the Bishop’s name on it that was overdue for a payment. Kate naturally had been very curious, so while on a walk one day with Darcy and Lucky, she had gone and visited it. It was then that she found out about all of the family heirlooms and memories that were stored away in boxes inside of it.
Therefore, she had regrouped and got Yelena and Natasha to come back with her so that they could load everything in Natasha’s car and bring it back to Kate’s place at the compound. Kate herself did not have access to any of Bishop Security’s funds so she could not really pay for the storage given the fact that it was a ridiculously large amount of money to rent, and she also just wanted to have pieces of her father and her family there in the compound with her.
Kate honestly had no idea why there had been a notice after all this time. She supposed that Bishop Security must have been cutting expenses that they deemed unnecessary or her mother had paid it in advance to a certain extent and her forward payment must have finally ran out. Nevertheless, Kate was exceedingly thankful that she had found out about it and that she now had access to all of these things.
“Hey, they believed in letting stuff go. Just not the important sentimental stuff apparently,” Kate pointed out, shrugging as she struggled just a little with her particularly huge box. Kate suddenly found her box being taken from her, and Yelena met her eyes, complete sass written in her features.
“You know, there is this thing called hoarding. It is a real problem,” Yelena suggested, nothing but the most sarcasm coating her words.
“There’s also a thing called sentimentality,” Kate replied boldly, and Yelena scoffed dismissively.
“You know, there seems to be a fine line between that and hoarding,” Yelena deadpanned, and Natasha just sighed, shaking her head at the both of them for their argument.
“Where is Carol?” Natasha questioned, and Kate instantly knew why the redhead was asking. Natasha likely wanted the woman’s insane super strength, but she also probably wanted to create a bit of a distraction for the two younger women’s bickering that was going on at the moment.
“Doing something with the niece figure. Doing the opposite of being useful,” Yelena replied, sitting the large box down.
Kate came over to help Natasha with some of her load, taking a few boxes off the top of her stack. Natasha glanced at her gratefully, and they took the remaining boxes over the huge stack in Kate’s living room at the moment. Lucky was inspecting them, sniffing like crazy, and Kate could not help but feel her heart warm at the sight of him, a chuckle rising in her throat as a joyful smile came onto her face.
“Well, at least we’re done,” Natasha replied, looking at the two of them.
Yelena reached down, patting Lucky’s back where he happened to be sniffing nearby her. His tail wagged in acknowledgement, but he never lifted his head from where he was sniffing around, all the new smells gaining far too much of his attention.
Kate headed over to the particularly heavy box, curious about what was in it, and she quickly noted the presence of tape there. She gazed over at Yelena where she was currently more preoccupied on Lucky.
“Do you have a knife on you?” Kate asked, and Yelena looked at her as if she were some manner of complete moron.
“That is a stupid question, Little Bishop. I always have a knife on me,” Yelena declared, holding it up, and Kate grinned fleetingly, extending her hand for it.
“Can I use it?” Kate requested, flexing her fingers, and Yelena looked at her completely emotionlessly.
“No,” Yelena instantly replied, and Kate’s smile faltered. Yelena then wordlessly moved over, sliding her knife over the tape there that was sealing the box, and she met Kate’s eyes, far too pleased with herself.
“They say never let children play with knives,” she declared, and Kate rolled her eyes with a huff, and Natasha shook her head, moving in between them.
Not for the first time, Kate could easily see how the three of them seemed like a trio of siblings. Natasha was the oldest one keeping the peace between the younger ones. Yelena was the middle child that idolized the oldest one, and Kate was the youngest that adored both of them and wanted the middle child to like her as much as Kate liked her.
It may not have been the dynamic of most sibling trios, but it made a lot of sense to Kate at least. She was not someone that had grown up with any siblings, so how was she to know anyway?
This was the best family she had. Her father was gone and her mother was questionable at best. And these two people had become solace for her. Them and Clint, of course.
“What’s in here, Kate?” Natasha asked, and Kate shrugged, not entirely sure.
“I guess we’re going to find out,” Kate huffed as she pulled the box open, popping the bits of tape that Yelena had not happened to cut as she forced it open.
Once she opened it, she was quickly surprised to see the old purple blanket that she had carried around as a child. She could not help but huff just a little at the sight of it, odd memories coming back to her mind. It was odd. Even back as long ago as that before the Avengers even existed officially, she was gearing up for becoming a Hawkeye.
“Let me guess, that was your blankie from when you were a baby Bishop,” Yelena smarmily commented, and Kate could not help the slight bit of embarrassment. Primarily from Yelena’s sarcasm.
Kate laughed a little before conveniently and far too quickly tossing it away and toward her bed.
“No, just something that was saved from my childhood. I don’t know. It was never that important,” Kate attempted to dismiss, trying to save herself the humiliation.
“Definitely her blankie,” Yelena muttered, far too self-satisfied, and Kate barely glanced in Natasha’s direction, hoping for a rescue. Natasha just smiled at her knowingly and with the slightest bit of amusement, catching her glance.
“What’s this?”
“Spirit. Just the best movie I ever had the privilege of watching,” Kate shrugged with a grin as she most particularly centered her attention on Natasha. Natasha raised her hand and gently touched Kate’s back as she stroked it lovingly. Yelena scoffed lightly in reply as she bumped into Natasha’s shoulder lightly on the opposite side of Kate.
“Wow… A cartoon horse with eyebrows drawn on. A real blockbuster,” Yelena deadpanned, and Kate just did her best to ignore Yelena, digging deeper down. She had the weirdest instinct that there was something else inside this box that was more important than what they had found so far.
“We’ll have to watch it together soon if you want,” Natasha volunteered easily, seeming genuinely interested in the film as she subtly squeezed Yelena’s neck playfully. Yelena scrunched her shoulders up to try to ward her away.
Kate smiled widely as she pulled out several stuffed animals from the box, very pleased with Natasha’s offer and the idea of watching the movie with two of her favorite people. Yelena grabbed one of them and Kate let out a deep breath, waiting for the inevitable teasing that was to come.
“Huh… Cute dog,” Yelena complimented, much to Kate’s shock.
Kate glanced at her in surprise as she fumbled around in the box. However, as soon as she touched something surprisingly box-shaped and a little hard, she furrowed her brow, redirecting her attention to the contents of the cardboard box.
To her surprise, there were a whole ton of video tapes there in the box. Kate reached inside, pulling one out, and she raised her eyebrows as she looked at the label scrawled on the tape.
It was her father’s handwriting and written on the tape in sharpie was “Kate’s First Bike Ride.”
“Oh, my gosh… I didn’t know where all of these went,” Kate trailed off, excitement building within her as she looked at the tape. Kate looked over at Natasha happily, contemplating putting the tape in, and Natasha just eyed her lovingly, her light greens soft and warm.
“Mind if I put it on?” Kate asked, and Natasha shook her head immediately, quick to agree with Kate’s request.
“Go ahead,” Natasha nodded her head in the direction of Kate’s television set there in the room.
Kate grinned widely, hurrying over to pop it in. She set the television to the correct settings, and she hurriedly sat on the couch. Natasha sat next to Kate and Yelena, grumbling the whole way, took a seat on the opposite side from Kate.
The VHS came on, and they were met with the sight of a younger Kate sitting on a bright purple bicycle. It had a white basket with pretty fringe hanging from the handles. Kate remembered that day, and she remembered that it had been the day after her seventh birthday party. She had gotten the bike the day before.
“Here she is… The greatest cycler of our generation. The ripe old age of magic seven and preparing to break records,” her father’s voice came in over the television. Kate instantly felt a lump in her throat, and she smiled a little as she found herself positively enraptured, her mind returning to the memory and that happy place in time.
“You ready to go?” he questioned, and the young Kate on the screen was beaming.
“Is your helmet on well? And your kneepads?” Eleanor questioned, moving in front of the camera more fully as she checked the young Kate’s equipment.
Kate swallowed, remembering that version of her mother. Eleanor had always been a worrywart and somewhat of a killjoy, but she had been the best mother that she could have been despite the fact that she was nowhere near as fun as Kate’s father.
“Wow, the old bat looked a lot younger then. Not like such a hateful bonebag,” Yelena pointed out, and Natasha shushed her scoldingly. Kate could not even bring herself to reply to her, her mood unable to be dampened by Yelena’s teasing.
“Alright, Katie-Kat, you ready?” Derek questioned, and the young Kate offered him a big smile and a thumbs-up. He took a position behind her, holding onto her seat as he prepared to help her bike. His hand momentarily came into view as he extended it to help her.
“Pedal! Go, go, go!” he encouraged, and young Kate proceeded to start pedaling as hard and fast as she could. Derek hurried behind her for a moment, but as she seemed to be holding herself up just fine, he finally let her go.
“Go, go!!!” he cheered her on, and suddenly, young Kate veered over to the side unexpectedly. She screeched as she went directly into the bushes.
“Woah, woah, woah!!!” Derek cried, the camera shaking as he moved quickly.
“Why did you let her go, Derek?!” Eleanor demanded, coming over near young Kate instantly, touching her face and inspecting her thoroughly.
“Kate, honey, are you okay?!” Eleanor demanded, her eyes wide as she looked at the young Kate on the screen. Young Kate clambered up a little, trying to gain purchase as she grabbed Eleanor’s arm.
“I’m okay! I’m okay!” Kate’s small voice called from where she was lying in the bushes.
Derek laughed heartily once he had been assured she was alright, and Eleanor groaned deeply as she rubbed her head from where she was standing over Kate. Her father’s hand came into view on the camera, and he helped Kate out of the bush she was stuck in.
“That was her, folks. Hot Rod Katie the stuntwoman,” Derek pointed out, taking on an announcer voice as he pulled her out. Kate laughed a little, her nose scrunching a bit as it continued to do even to this day.
“Daddy! Stop!” Kate laughed, her hand coming up toward the video camera, and he laughed joyfully. The video then cut off shortly after that. Kate just stared at the screen, her heart full but aching at the same time as she took it all in.
“Hot Rod Katie, huh? Wow, you’ve been Kate Bishoping since age seven,” Yelena quipped, and Kate groaned deeply. Natasha huffed, smiling fondly as she looked at Kate.
“You were a really cute kid,” Natasha commented fondly, and Kate just blushed a little, covering her face as she tried to hide it.
Natasha’s comment was really sweet, but she knew the older woman was enjoying Kate’s mortification far too much. Natasha, however, was nevertheless being genuine as well. It was evident in the utter warmth and affection in her voice.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing another one,” Natasha requested gently, and Yelena huffed, nodding emphatically.
“Absolutely. This is the best entertainment I’ve had in a while,” Yelena pointed out with a laugh.
Kate looked over at her with some humiliation, knowing that Yelena was joking but still finding herself terribly embarrassed. Natasha raised an eyebrow at Yelena before quickly poking her side. Yelena let out some noise between a bark and a laugh, jumping away swiftly. She quieted begrudgingly, and Kate moved over to go and get another tape, honestly more than wanting to see another one herself despite Yelena’s endless supply of sarcasm and teasing.
This was a walk through her childhood and almost like revisiting her father. She had never been so glad to hear that accursed nickname of hers in her life. It was his nickname for her, and always would solely belong to him.
Kate moved to the box, pulling out another video.
This one had been labeled “Kate Gets Kitten.”
Kate came over and put it in, sitting back down as the videoed memory started to play.
Once again, it was her dad recording. He always had been the one to do the videos, and after he passed away, Kate and her mother had not really recorded anything else much.
“Daddy, why do you have your camera out?” the young Kate onscreen asked, and he chuckled warmly.
“No reason. I just wanted to,” he tried to be subtle as he angled the camera up to what was behind the couch while still capturing Kate’s face. Eleanor was coming in with a kitten in her arms, and young Kate was just looking at her father.
Eleanor came near, tapping Kate’s shoulder, and the little girl turned around to look at her quickly. Her eyes widened and she gasped as she looked at the little kitten there in her arms.
“Oh, my gosh!!! A kitty!!!” the kid cried excitedly, and Yelena raised her eyebrows as she looked away from the Kate on the screen. Kate gasped a little, suddenly remembering something awful about what she had named the dumb thing.
“Is this the cat that you lost?” Yelena asked, obviously remembering the time that Kate had told her about the cat when Liho had gotten lost. Kate flushed embarrassedly, caught between embarrassment about the name and the fact that she had lost the creature, and Natasha looked between them with some confusion, not ever getting in on Kate’s cat story from when Yelena had.
“Yeah,” Kate trailed off, admitting to it. She was deeply dreading the name she had for the cat, and she was really hoping that this video was not the one that had captured her naming it.
Natasha huffed, apparently realizing that this was something that was some sort of inside thing with Kate and Yelena. Kate was honestly glad that the older woman did not choose to ask. They would have to bring up the fact that Kate lost Liho in the first place a while back and Kate honestly still felt a little bad about that.
“She’s so pretty! Wait… Is it a boy or a girl?” the young Kate onscreen questioned excitedly, looking up at the camera with sparkling eyes.
“It’s a girl,” Eleanor answered, squeezing her shoulder as she moved around the couch, and Kate in her present form could almost feel the touch. Of course, it might have been the fact that Natasha had her hand on her back and was rubbing it, so it was not hard to imagine.
It honestly made Kate miss that version of her mother. But of course, as she thought about it, that version of her mother was not truly gone. Eleanor had always been that person, but she had just been unapproving of Kate’s decisions and Kate’s wants. Not to mention the fact that Eleanor was mad at her right now.
But Kate would not trade what she had right now for anything.
“What’re you going to name it, Katie?” her father asked, and the younger Kate furrowed her brow, thinking hard as she looked down at the kitten. She lifted it up, squinting a bit as she tilted her head. She then brightened considerably, looking back at Derek once again.
“Pinnas!” she declared proudly. Yelena instantly snorted hard, laughing heartily, and current Kate let out a deep and long groan, holding her head in her hands as she suffered deep embarrassment all over again. She knew it was an absolutely horrible name and it was far too similar to the word for male genitalia.
“Pinnas?!” Eleanor seemed utterly offended as she echoed Kate. Kate nodded proudly, innocence shining in her eyes, and Eleanor looked toward the camera as if she were going to kill Derek. He was barely managing to hold back his laughter.
“Pinnas?”
“Pinnas,” Kate declared resolutely, and current Kate felt like she was going to die from the mortification.
This was worse than any clumsiness she could pull off because at least that would not be something positively inappropriate. Yelena was laughing harder with every time the word left young Kate’s mouth.
“Well, hon, you heard her. Pinnas it is,” her father agreed, allowing a bit of a laugh to infect his voice. Eleanor narrowed her eyes, starting to speak to him as Kate proudly held her new kitten.
“Derek—”
The video cut off conveniently then, and Yelena managed to get ahold of herself for just long enough to allow a small pause. Kate readied herself for what was doubtlessly to come.
“Pinnas,” Natasha pointed out, her voice amazingly level, and Yelena instantly lost it all over again. Kate looked at Natasha, terribly embarrassed but allowing herself to laugh just a little.
“Tasha!!!” Kate cried defenselessly.
Natasha was smiling far too widely, and Yelena was laughing way too much.
“Get another one, this is killing me,” Yelena laughed heartily, and Kate sighed, knowing that she was probably asking for it, but figuring that it probably could not get much worse than Pinnas.
Kate headed over to the box, looking inside as she randomly flicked through the tapes.
Kate finally withdrew another from the box, not bothering to check the label, and she popped it in as she took her seat back with the sisters. Kate allowed herself to smile, admittedly excited to see what would come on. She could not wait to see if this one could possibly have her father’s actual face on it.
To her surprise, it did indeed, and she felt her heart swelling as all the embarrassment faded away. However, he looked a bit more resigned and tired than she would have expected for a happy home video.
“Eleanor, if you’re listening to this, then… Well, I’m probably not around anymore,” he began, huffing a little from where he was looking down at the camera where it was sitting on the table.
Kate instantly felt her smile falling as she realized that this tape was completely different than what she had expected. Yelena and Natasha immediately sobered and went quiet. However, she could feel their gazes on her as they seemed to be as surprised as she was.
Her father scratched his cheek before running his hand over his beard. He took in a breath.
“I wanted to record this because things with my job are getting in a little too deep, and also, it’s just good to have things like this as a contingency plan so those you leave behind have at least a little bit of an idea what to do,” he explained, chuckling as he shook his head tiredly.
He looked exhausted and Kate could not help but wonder how old she had been when he had done this. She could not help but think that it was slightly before the attack on New York, but she was not completely sure.
“Well… For starters, I’m not as squeaky clean as I might’ve made out I was,” he confessed, going silent for a few moments as he let that hang there in the air for a few.
Kate swallowed, looking at the screen before her. She looked at her dad’s features carefully, remembering the kind man that was her father and her first and greatest hero. It was honestly extremely hard to hear him talk about something that had come to be such an evil in her life. It was a conflicting feeling to see someone that she loved so dearly talk about these things in a way that told her that he had been thoroughly involved.
He took in a breath before speaking up and admitting the truth of it all.
“I’m kind of indebted to the biggest crime lord around, and that debt was caused mostly because I wanted this life for us. If I made the sacrifices, then you guys could have everything you ever wanted, and that’s all I ever wanted,” he explained, those gunmetal blues shining with love and affection and life. All those things that Kate missed so deeply and so much.
“But if you’re watching this and the time is now, you have to know what you’re dealing with. Kingpin… My boss… he’s not a kind man. He’s dangerous, evil, and otherwise just horrid. So just… I’m asking that you stay on his good side. I would never want to see anything happen to you. Or Kate,” he told the camera, nothing but heartfelt emotion in his eyes as he spoke.
“When I got into it, I didn’t really know it was going to end up being nearly this bad, but I’ve been trying hard to find ways to end up on top while also getting this monkey off my back, so to speak,” he stated, an inexplicable sadness in his gaze.
Kate felt her heart ache for him, surprised yet somewhat relieved to know that he had gotten into this evil of a business at least somewhat unknowingly. It meant that her dad truly was not a monster.
But he was in the wrong for staying. But there was also the fact that he likely had no other choice without endangering Kate and Eleanor.
“I know you never asked for this. But for Kate’s sake… please don’t get her involved. Whatever you do, please make sure that she never knows about any of this or gets involved. I want her to be able to grow up and be a normal kid away from all this,” he tiredly declared, the weight of the world seeming as if it were resting on his shoulders.
“But enough with those morbid thoughts. I don’t even know for sure if you’ll ever even have a reason to have to be watching this,” he chuckled a little, a smile on his face as he looked at the screen.
“Daddy?!” a voice called, and he looked up and to the side in the direction of the voice. He grinned fondly, looking back at the camera as he leaned in to turn it off. Just before he did, he looked at the camera.
“Katie calls. I love you, honey,” he expressed as he turned off the video. The tape came to an end, and Kate swallowed hard, looking straight ahead at the television despite time being up.
Natasha rubbed her back, pulling Kate into her side. Kate somewhat absently followed the tug as she leaned into her. Yelena simply watched them, remaining quiet as she listened.
“You okay?” Natasha asked softly, and Kate nodded, looking down as she huffed just barely.
“Yeah… I just… He really was involved in all of this,” Kate pointed out, and Natasha sighed as she moved nearer and kissed Kate’s head. Her hand was on the other side of Kate’s head as she held her near.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Natasha whispered against her temple. Kate shook her head.
“No, it’s okay… It means that my mom really was telling the truth. And Mom still didn’t ever rat him out and make him into the bad guy until the very end when she absolutely had to explain herself. And she tried to protect me for all that time,” Kate explained, the realization hitting her like a ton of bricks.
Eleanor had done a lot of wrong in Kate’s life and had not been the mother she should have been in a lot of instances. However, there were also a lot of spots in Kate’s lifetime where Eleanor had been a good mother and had even been a good mother in ways that Kate would have never even known had the whole Kingpin ordeal not come out the way that it did.
Eleanor was bad but she was not evil or horrible. And she loved Kate. For whatever it was worth, she loved her.
And honestly, despite how odd it was, Kate found that somehow healed a piece of her deep down.
#kate bishop#yelena belova#natasha romanoff#widow sisters#black widow#natasha romanov#black widow 2021#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#marvel#marvel fanfics#eleanor bishop#derek bishop#marvel fanfiction#marvel fanfic#marvel fic#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#sisters#family#friendship#angst#fluff#humor#fluff and angst
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Hi, I’m Toni.
Got a slew of new followers and I’ve been almost inactive the last half a year (at least) so wanted to do an update/intro so you know who I am LOL and so my long suffering fandom besties know what the fuck’s been going on (if anyone still cares rip sorry it’s been forever)
Currently writing this from my sick bed of ear cellulitis? That I got from wearing my mask? It would literally only happen to me. Had to go to urgent care and get a butt shot of antibiotics so it didn’t, you know, spread to my bloodstream :)
Anyways I say that to say that I probably got sick in the first place because I’m incredibly run down right now. The classical music world (im a professional musician) FINALLY opened up again, and to meet gig demands I only work my pandemic retail job once a week. I have been traveling the last four weekends in a ROW, which, due to my chronic pain (which has seen SOME improvement over the last year!!) makes me super duper exhausted and I have to admit tik tok has been getting most of my brain numbing time.
Life post-happy drugs has been tough. I’ve seen improvement in the areas I wanted to, physically, but mentally god. Drugs were nice. Anywho, I’ve done a ton of witchy/ancestral connecting/herbalist kinda things the last six months, and I now have an alter and a spiritual practice that has really brought me a lot of growth and meaning. It’s hard healing from your past when you’re still living IN it… and there’s no improvement with my parents. They’re still homophobic as hell and Republican as fuck, despite screaming matches. The threats of physical violence prevent me from confronting my dad any further. I’ve kind of given up hoping they will ever change.
It’s funny though, I would classify this year as the year I started to “feel” things, and of course that happened physically post the drugs, but also emotionally once I started to let myself FEEL emotions, god what a train wreck. Who knew humans could CRY so much? That emotional revelation led to the probably overdue realization that I’m likely Autistic and high masking, and have been suffering from that classic 30’s wall that “gifted girl high masking autistic children” eventually hit wherein they are no longer able to just push through and ignore. That’s been tough.
Writing has always been how I process and understand emotions, and now that I’ve started to actually FEEL them, it hasn’t become as essential to my functioning as it had been the last six or so years. I miss it, and I plan on finishing all my projects I left behind… as I’ve said many time The Garden part 3 IS coming I promise lol. But! Hopefully. And no promises. But I have the most delightful Christmas fic tucked into my head that I would love to publish this year, if I can find the time to get it on paper.
Okay as for fandom… I did a “growth thing” earlier this year and deleted all the bbygate stuff I’d been saving for the inevitable end. I just can’t anymore. All the photoshop, the blatant exploitation of it all… yeah I think the best option is just not to care. If they’re gonna drag this out for the rest of my life then I’m going to ignore the shit out of it. Speaking of ignoring, I also noped out of the H and O nonsense. God. What a MESS. I liked HH, truly, but the fave for me was Matilda. To be honest with you all, I listened until I grew naturally full of the album and I moved on with my life, it wasn’t world changing to me the way FL was. HOWEVER. FITF? Lord save me i didn’t even know it was coming out and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m fucking obsessed. I’m planning a MP. I genuinely think it’s Louis’ finest work and I can’t get enough of it. Every time I listen I like it MORE. I theorize it’s going to be a slow blooming album that smacks everyone’s expectations in the face. I’m so fucking proud of Louis. I bawled real ugly tears at Common People.
And lastly as always, I believe the boys were in love but I make no claims about their lives now. I enjoy the hints and speculation and love larrying along, but I think they’ve established these personas that are bulletproof to fan speculation these days, and I feel that’s how they truly want it. And that’s cool, won’t stop me from writing Larry because it was the truest gayest baby Star crossed lovers story out there and still makes the best fan fic.
Apologies for the novel but nice to meet you if you’re new HI I’M TRYING TO BE BACK to my old chums, and feel free as always to talk to me, my ask box is always open ❤️
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Hi Twin! Here you go for the ao3 wrapped asks: 6, 17, 20, 30 please! Sending love!
Twin! Hello! Thank you for asking questions <3 I answered 6 and 30 in another ask, but I'll copy and paste the answers here for easier reading for you :'D Hope you're doing well!
6. Favorite title you used
The letter W, I found out this evening when reviewing the title of my fic for the year.
I don’t like writing titles, actually; they’re the most difficult part of writing for me, in many ways. And with so few fic to choose from, this was a struggle for me to answer. If I had to choose one of the five fic... We Saw a Spark. Even without knowing the song reference, that line speaks a lot about hope and the sudden striking of new things that could be dangerous, yes, but could also bring light.
17. Your favorite character to write this year?
You know, I sat with this a long time trying to figure out if I enjoyed Katara or Zuko more this year. It’s like choosing between my children. xD I think I’m going to say Katara because 1) I’ve done it more and stats speak, right? And 2) the space I was in this year really leant itself to writing Katara with my heart in deeper ways than I ever have before. Especially in We Saw a Spark which was (and will be, when I get back to it, eventually lmao help) a bit of an exploration for me of parts of the need to help others to deal with pain. The good and bad and un-lable-able bits of that response. I never went through Zuko’s coping mechanisms, per se, but Katara’s are a lot more familiar to me, at their core, if not in their actual outworking. And that was something special to do.
20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?
Here I am to drag myself fully. The actual work of mine I’ve re-read the most is A House Built With Many Stones (ATLA, gen) which was written in 2020. I will fully admit I love the scene of Aang and Zuko and the big reveal so much that I sneak back there to relive it. Also Suki and Zuko friendship. And then I lie there and imagine what I would have done if it were a Zutara piece and —
The piece from this year I’ve re-read the most was probably We Saw a Spark, but that’s because I wrote it all out of order and on my phone in bits and pieces and I needed to quadruple check for errors and the reminder of what on earth I was trying to get at weeks ago in the line to the bank, or whatever. It’s still less to get through than Atlas, which I’ll only re-read to empathise with what I put my poor readers through ;)
30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?
That I didn’t finish any of the event fic that I swore I would be done by their deadlines? No, honestly, We Saw a Spark somehow gained chapters and is months and months overdue. I’m Pikachu surprised meme that, wow, breaking my self-vow never to post something before it was complete ever again led to me ghosting my own fanfic. I guess I’m just really living up to my username in ways I never, ever expected.
Less cheekily, the biggest surprise is always the feedback. The love in the comments and the tags and the bookmark notes. The recs. The fanart (thank you <3). I hope I never stop not expecting it.
Ask me AO3 wrapped questions.
Fic from 2022:
Atlas: Rebuilding (Zutara)
Dog Days (Zutara)
We Saw A Spark (Zutara)
What Goes Must Come (Agent Carter)
While the Music Lasts (Zutara)
#Askbox Answers#About My Writing#Northern Twin#Also fun fact for you: had some time today#so I was planning on answering asks and reading and doing some writing#instead I answered some asks after re-watching ep 13 and 14 of Dr Romantic AGAIN#Guess where I'm going to read and cry right after this
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Protect Them
Soo I know I'm way overdue with the 3rd part of my Armageddon AU but I've actually been replaying the lessons so I get a proper feel for what I'm writing, so to make up for it and to get this idea out of my head I've been thinking about it for days here is a related fic between the oldest brothers
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Levi can count on one hand how many times he's seen Lucifer coming home injured. The Avatar of Pride could easily crush irrelevant demons with his glare and he proved worthy of Diavalo's right-hand man for a reason... But the first time that Levi remembers was on a travel mission with Lord Diavalo within a year after their fall from grace. It was a distant memory, seeing Lucifer stumble up the stairs blooded up and adamantly refusing care from any of them, even Mammon who was following behind his every footstep. He had gotten used to such behavior and just settled for turning up his headphones on his way to the safe haven that was his room, stopping when he noticed the eldest's door cracked open. He watched Mammon gingerly wrap the bandage around his shoulder, blinking back tears in his eyes and shaking his head vehemently as Lucifer spoke. The music was loud and distracting he just settled for reading their lips-
"Mammon I need you to do this for me.."
"I won't! There's no need, ya just paranoid-!"
Watching the tears well up made Levi shift, uncomfortable and jealous, wondering what bond allowed them to be so vulnerable so open. Hadn't they all fought their father together? Rallied behind him so readily behind Lucifer, their Morningstar that only shined a light that only Mammon was allowed to see. He lingered before continuing to walk down the hall, to dwell in his own sunken loneliness but hearing Mammon speak one more time before the door had shut.
"..I'll do it, alright? Just stop ya crying, Luci.."
He had felt the deja vu of that very moment playing out in front of him, though this time he was hiding from Mammon in his secret spot in the living room. They had planned to go to the movies in an hour and Levi knew that Mammon would try to find him to convince him to pay for the tickets yet again so he decided to wait out the time so that scumbag would have to bring his wallet. It was a surprise to see the door open, everyone else is out and Lucifer's return to be scheduled for a few more days, but instead, the eldest had come early with visible wounds and beatings. Levi felt frozen, debating on whether he should slip out to help or stay putt but once again Mammon comes down the stairs like it's his calling. "Lucifer? Let me help you!" Denial was the first given reaction, the eldest's heart too hard and stubborn to ask for help before collapsing into Mammon's arms.
Levi followed with anxiety brewing in his chest, now wanting to just hide away in his room since plans were clearly on hold and he could do nothing to help the pair. Not like they would want his help, a shitty pathetic otaku wasn't much good at bandaging wounds, not like he was able to get much practice like Mammon did. Jealousy seethed, it made his heart race as he hid to the side of the door at the mention of his name.
"We have to tell him, Mams."
"We don't have to tell him shit! It's fine like this...Levi doesn't have to be involved."
It was confusing to be thrown out of the loop, but it hurt to hear Mammon so effortlessly fight to not include him. Maybe the second-born felt that Levi wasn't worth it? Too weak and unable to do..whatever it is they are arguing about, even so, it was odd-looking into Lucifer's room. Mammon unafraid of the eldest's temper and even being so bold as to glare at him while cleaning his cuts, Lucifer had an expression of utter fondness that was intertwined with an unlabeled fear, one that only he seemed to see.
"Mammon, you know it takes a lot out of me to..admit this. I'm almost jealous that you're able to view me so..."
Shit shit shit, he had been so entrapped in their conversation and his own envy he hadn't realized that it was emitting throughout the hall. He stiffens when Lucifer calls his name, slipping out from where he was hiding and now embarrassed. "Levi..come here please." He notes that Mammon refuses to look at him, biting his bottom lip hard as he sits next to his brother, so not used to this soft tone from him. He really must have stepped into a completely different world, one where Lucifer is willing to fight tooth and nail with his own pride in order to tell them the truth. And what a horrid truth it must be.
"Lucifer what's going on? Why is Mammon..." He trails off, feeling Lucifer's hand skim through his hair, and despite his own embarrassment leaned into the comforting touch and suddenly the bottle of Demonus was looking very tempting. "Levi...I would like to involve you in something very important, in order to protect the others." Lucifer's words were slow, each one taking some kind of will to overcome his pride, his wings twitching in what Levi could easily place as anxiety and one he knew way too well. "I'm not allowed to say anything about the threat outside of the Devildom but it puts us at risk and I...There may be a chance I won't come back."
His stomach drops, he doesn't realize that he's shaking until he feels Mammon's arms wrapping around his shoulder, shaking his head in pure denial. Not Lucifer, the most powerful one of them all, their eldest brother not coming back. Such thoughts were unfathomable to even believe, much less considered as a probability to the point that they had to talk about it. Acknowledge it and take action, Lucifer keeps talking and Mammon presses Levi closer to his chest, "I talked this with Mammon since the beginning but now we believe it's time to tell you in case something were ever to happen to the both of us and you would decide when to tell Satan..."
The prospect of such responsibility makes Levi feel like a fish out of water as he gulps for air yet in that same breath go on a rampage of self-deprecation and drowning doubt. How he's not ready, he's a good-for-nothing shitty pathetic otaku, he can't protect his brothers, he's weak, he's nothing, if Lucifer and Mammon are gone then there would be no fucking hope for them. The two oldest look at each other, small bits of regret building up from the pressure and burden they had put on him, Mammon gently rubbing his back and Lucifer cupping his face. "Leviathan please breathe."
His body does it automatically before he can think about it, the air in his lungs felt like boiling water as the panic slowly dissipates in his chest. All that was left was his own soft mutterings, so sure that Lucifer was probably disappointed that he has to trust in Levi of all people to protect them, he leans against Mammon who nudges him affectionately before resting his head on his shoulder. "I...I haven't really done anything good since...I was General...how can you be so sure in me?" He asks but squirms unready for whatever the answer might be, though he's unable to mistake Lucifer's radiating pride that he feels.
"Who's the one who came up with the plan on where to steal the weapons in the Celestial Realm?"
"M-Me but I-"
"And who helped convince the others to lay low while we defended the base?"
"I did but Luci-"
"Who's the one who took an arrow for Mammon while he was trying to protect me?"
"Lucifer-!"
He gets cut off with a flick on his forehead, his lips set in a pout but meeting the Morningstar's expression that made butterflies bloom in his stomach from overwhelming pride had him turn away and looking down at the floor. "Levi, get out of your head for one second and look at how smart and tactical you are. When it matters...when there is no time to panic. You're the third strongest family for a fucking reason, you should start believing it." The unusual confidence makes him flush but it's really Lucifer's words that bring the tears, no longer from fear but slowly coming to the realization that Lucifer and Mammon too had faith in him...they always did.
"Do ya still wanna join the pact? If ya wanna think about it, ya still can Levi." He blinks at the fact that Mammon had really been silent this whole time and just hugging him, the second born now getting up to tighten the remaining bandages. "Did you think about it, Mammon?" Levi knew the answer in his gut, only the blind would question the unwavering devotion that Mammon and Lucifer had for each other, only further cemented as the Avatar of greed simply shakes his head. He feels a small smile form on his face, "Then I don't need to think about it...I want to do this."
By the next few hours, any of the remaining tension and somber feelings had slipped away, replaced by a calm atmosphere that usually would not last long in the House of Lamentation. The melody of the cursed record floated and hung in the air as Levi rested on the floor in his demon form, the pact officially made and learning about the secret doorway by Lucifer's bookcase, definitely locking that information into memory. He sees Mammon grinning above him, curiosity embedded in his features, "So where'd ya decide to put the pact mark?" Levi lifts his sweater, the symbol of the three still glow fresh on the side by his ribs, and Mammon hissing with empathy.
He wanted it to hurt weirdly enough, to serve as a forever reminder that this pain was temporary but the pain of losing his brothers would surely last till the end of time. Mammon shows the mark on his hand, Lucifer clicks his tongue in disapproval as someone might ask about the pact but the second brother waves his concern away. He enjoys looking at the pact, the constant reassurance that they would be okay when the word goes to absolute shit, and Lucifer couldn't find any argument against that. They both look at the eldest who crosses his arms with a sharp, "No-" before puppy eyes come into play and Lucifer's pride can not save him from that.
What they both don't expect is for Lucifer to turn around and spread his wings out as if to show off, but then they see it. The markings trailing up his spine and next to the scars of where his two wings used to be, Levi is the first to reach up and touch it, internally blaming the remnants of Lucifer's pride that is making him so bold. He sees his hand tremble but luckily he is able to hold his voice steady, "Just because we made this pact..doesn't mean you both get to just fuck up. Y-You both should always come home." Lucifer nods, Mammon kisses his cheek and Levi struggles to hide his tears.
When Levithan leaves the room while closing the door behind him, reality, as he knew it just a few hours ago, wasn't all that different and he can hear Asmo drunkenly cheering as Satan carries him through the door. "Hey, Levi! Don't hide in your room- you better come join us." He doesn't give his thoughts a chance, heading down the stairs with a small smile. The world hadn't changed, but Levi would be forever.
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AHHH THIS HAS BEEN SITTING THE DRAFTS FOREVER I'M SO GLAD I FINISHED IT. Please please let me know if I should make an explanation post of how the pacts would work (it will most likely be headcanons cause I don't know how they work in canon 😪😪)
either way, I really hope you enjoyed the fic as I did writing it! I'm still working on the next part for the Armageddon AU so bear with me 😭
#obey me#angst#lucifer angst#mammon and lucifer#obey me angst#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me shall we date?#obey me leviathan#levi angst#mammon and levi#mammon angst#Lucifer angst#armageddonau
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title: solace in solitude (one shot)
characters: baji x fem!reader, chifuyu, mentions of kazutora, mikey, draken, and mitsuya
prompt: You have always found solace in solitude, but how can one person change everything that you've ever known?
genre: fluff, angst
warning: contains spoiler from the manga, don't read you are still emotionally unwell because of the latest tokyo rev episode (21). take care of your mental health you guys <33
p.s: it's a bit long :')) but please read through the end :)
a/n: Hello everyone! I'm feeling a bit sappy today because of the latest tokyo rev episode :')) let's all suffer together shall we? I was actually working on the part 4 of my series fic but I accidentally deleted the whole thing, and got annoyed, so here I am now with a one shot for you guys. Sorry this is angsty baji again, but this prompt has been on my mind ever since I made it past chap 67 on the manga of tokyo rev. I also saw @tomanjxro reblogged @lila-skies prompt-ish so it pushed me to write something of a version that I have thought of way back. I hope this does not disappoint <3
If someone would ask you how you found most of the good things in your life, you could probably say you found them when you were alone.
You met your decade-long best friend while waiting for your parents to pick you up in elementary school when you mistakenly added 2 hours to your original dismissal time. You have found the cutest little pup that became your pet when you got lost looking for your friend's house. Your family's favorite diner is the restaurant where you stayed until they have found you after getting separated from them at the mall -- your family ate at the place to celebrate finding you after a couple of hours.
With this, you have never thought that being alone is a pity. In fact, you let yourself immerse in the bliss that solitude brings you as you grow older.
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Just like one of those days, you were once again alone. Doing library duties was hated by a lot of the students in your school. Organizing books, attending to return cards, updating the library database -- these are all boring tasks that no one wants to take so most of those who are assigned on library work leaves without hesitation after the 3:30 pm mark hits the clock. Meanwhile you, you partially stay to finish all the work and selfishly enjoy the serenity of an empty library.
Or so you thought.
When it is about 4 pm, a bunch of seniors dropped by their overdue books into the library and of course, it is your responsibility to return them to their proper bookcases.
You pulled out the book trolley and started loading all of the books that have been returned and trudged your way onto the furthest part of the library where science books like zoology are meant to be placed.
Just as when the silence is almost deafening due to the decreasing number of people, you heard pieces of paper being torn accompanied by small grunts.
Curious to what could have been staying in this part of the library, you tried to peek from behind a huge bookcase only to see a guy with slicked-back hair gelled to perfection, a low ponytail, and a definitely intimidating big pair of glasses.
I didn't know someone this serious exists in this school, you thought.
Scared that you might disturb his peace as he intensely scribbles words on his paper, you try to cough to get his attention.
"Um, I'm sorry to disturb your study session but I have to place these books back into this bookcase beside you," you tried to explain to him.
He did not even flinch a bit when you suddenly spoke. Instead, he gave you a polite nod (too formal if you were to say) and continued writing into his notebook.
With his actions, your curiosity just grew more of this student that is new into your eyes. While trying to put back the encyclopedias and journals into to bookcase, you can't help but steal a few glances at what he was writing.
"Um, I'm sorry but I think you have missed a few letters here," you interrupted him.
"rendevou", you pointed out.
"It should have been 'rendezvous'," you corrected him.
"Oh, is that so," he shoved his head towards the notebook and narrowed his eyes to the one you pointed out.
"Thanks!"
He flashed you a smile so wide that you forgot that it's almost 5 hours past midday.
"Y-yeah." and you let out a small smile.
You were caught by surprise at how nice he is, compared to the demeanor that his whole look is emanating.
To brush off the seemingly surprising interaction, you tried to move to the further bookcases and continue your duties, but he suddenly calls to you.
"Hey, uh,"
His gaze is switching between you and his paper.
"Can ya please help me with this one too?" he politely asks, his head almost as low as a bow.
"O-oh, yeah sure."
You slowly walked towards him.
"What'd ya think of this one?" he immediately asked after you stood beside him.
You looked closely into it. 'clandestine' it says
"I think you did this one just fine!" you said proudly.
"Woah. Really? Wow I'm really learning, aren't I? Thanks!"
Right after helping him, you proceeded to finish your duties. You wanted to be home by 6 to do all the homework you have.
Just as you left his side he looked at you and offered you a hand.
"Hey, I think I can help ya with that," and there it is again, the smile he gave you earlier, and you gave him a small 'thanks'.
As you both busy yourselves sorting out the remaining books on the trolley, you suddenly remembered something vital that you forgot.
Oh, I haven't asked his name yet.
"Say--," you started as you place each book neatly in between the others.
"I haven't asked your name yet," and you gave him a look.
He looks a bit surprised by the sudden asking so you took the prerogative to move the conversation,
"Oh, sorry. It was rude of me to ask yours when I haven't said mine. I'm y/n, l/n. Nice to meet you!" you handed over your hands to him and he reached for it.
"Baji,"
"Baji?" you repeated.
"Keisuke Baji"
"Oh, it's Baji then."
"Nah. Keisuke is fine."
"Well, let me tweak it up a bit if you are that generous," you flashed him a smile.
"Kei it is then!"
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Not after a while of organizing the books, both of you finished the school bell ring. It is already the 5 o'clock mark.
"Oh seems like that's me for today," Baji said as he started to pick up his own things from the table near the bookcase.
"Thanks for helping me today, y/n! It was nice meeting ya!" Then without another word he left and ran towards the library door.
Just like that, he was gone and silence is all there was with you.
At that moment you realized that company isn't that bad at all.
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For the following days, you tried to find out who Keisuke Baji is. And as if lady luck is on your side, you saw him in Class 3 the other day when you've handed out the class president the flyers for the upcoming school festival. He even gave you a small wave from across the classroom that wasn't gone unnoticed by his classmates.
Your cheeks were dusted with rose from this small gesture because you had not expected that he would take notice of you so far as giving a warm gesture like that. Aside from this, there are a bunch of eyes staring at you that made you uncomfortable because of the attention.
That similar day, you're on your library duties like always sorting here and there when you came across him again in the same spot.
"Oh Ke--" you turn to a halt when you saw that he is not alone.
A blonde guy with a piercing on his left ear is also sitting beside him as they scribble down words onto their paper.
"O-oh, sorry I didn't notice," you apologize immediately as they both turn their heads to you.
"Oh wait, y/n!" he called you and you felt a tug on your cardigan.
You turned to him but you were taken aback at how close his face is to yours. You can feel your heart drumming against your chest as you are looking at his face from this distance.
Just what is this feeling?
"Hey y/n, ya okay?" he called your attention noticing you suddenly took a pause.
"Ah yeah I am. I'm sorry for disturbing your study session here," you removed your glasses and start to wipe them to brush off your embarrassing action.
"It's all cool y/n! No need to worry," he reassured you with a smile.
"This guy here's my best friend! Matsuno Chifuyu from class 2," he dragged his friend in front of you and presented him proudly like a work of his.
"O-oh, Chifuyu. Nice to meet you, I'm y/n l/n from class 5!" you said back.
"Class 5.." Chifuyu looked up,
"Oohhh, you must be one hell of a smartass if you're taking advanced classes y/n-chan," he amusingly said.
"Well, I guess I'm just pretty earnest in studying that's all, " you humbly said.
"Say, you wanna grab some peyoung yakisoba? All of this math's making my head hurt,"
"I'm definitely in Baji-san!!" Chifuyu exclaimed
"Oi Chifuyu, I'm not talking to you. Of course we'll split it, you dumbass." he scoffed
"I'm talking to y/n," and then he proceeds to look at you.
Without hesitation, you immediately agreed as if you have always been sure of what to answer.
"That's it then, let's get going!" he grabbed you by the hand and proceeded to a nearby konbini outside the school.
When your yakisoba's had been thoroughly cooked, you all sat down in a small stall inside the place, but before you started eating Baji removed his glasses and his ponytail.
You stopped your eating and looked at him a bit longer than you're supposed to.
"Uh, y/n? Is everything alright?" he said as he slurped the noodles.
"Ah, yeah!" you said surprised to his sudden asking.
"I was just surprised about--" and you gestured to his face and his hair as if you're incapable of using words to explain the situation.
"Oh, this?" he asked.
"That's what you get for pretending to be a poindexter Baji-san," Chifuyu said as he reaches for the yakisoba from Baji's hands.
"Poindexter?" you asked, confused.
"Yeah, I thought he was a poindexter when I saw him back in middle school, turns out he doesn't wanna make his momma cry for getting held back again so he decided to go to school with that getup," Chifuyu trailed off as he gulped down his snack.
"Oi Chifuyu that's enough! I've been trying my hardest 'kay?" he said unamused and his arms crossed.
"Though I think I look better when I look smart don't I?" he said with a playful and conceited tone.
"Oh, actually if you're more comfortable looking like this would it help if I say I like your hair down better?" you smiled at him, the brightest and most genuine you had ever given.
He almost choked on his yakisoba with your sudden comment, he clears his throat and looked down so his raven locks can hide the obvious embarrassment on his face as you made him fluster
"Yeah, yeah. I guess so," he said back and things fell a bit silent as you all focused on eating.
The following days got you more excited. Actually, you're getting more company lately than you originally have, and it seems to brighten up your mood for the day. You enjoyed being with Baji and having a little study session in the library and after that, he would help you with your duties. There are other times that you spend some time on the school rooftop and play with the stray cats that seemed to be his friends. Chifuyu sometimes drops by and hand over some yakisoba that you all enjoy as the day comes to an end. There is even a time that Baji walked you home because you got too immersed in teaching him English that it was almost 6 by the time that you left school. You refused his offer, but he insisted on sending you home.
"Thanks for walking me home, Kei! I hope you do well on the exam tomorrow!"
"That's nothing. I have the best teacher don't I?" and he flashed that signature grin, with the sharp canines and all, but he did not look intimidating --not even a bit. He has a smile so bright it could put the sun and the moon to shame, and you loved every second of it.
"A'right, I'm gonna go now! Get some rest y/n!" and he ruffled your hair like a small child.
So when Baji's nowhere to be found around the campus, and neither is Chifuyu to ask where Baji is, you can't help but feel a little glum inside.
This wasn't like you anyway --constantly looking for people to be with. But you can't lie to yourself when you feel that your days are emptier without that poindexter in the library.
After a week or so, you've been starting to get used to the silence that you once have cherished. Doing your daily duties in school without bumping into Baji had just been the usual.
Going on your usual routine, you're here again in this godforsaken library.
Since when did you learn to curse this place anyway?
Moving towards the end of it, you can't help but remember the happy times you've had in here with Baji and felt a slight pang in your heart, though it didn't appear on your face. So when you took a right turn after the last bookshelf and saw someone -- black long wavy locks, falling off the back of the chair as he leans his head into it --your face turned brighter.
"Kei!" you exclaimed happily as you trot towards him leaving the trolley behind.
"Yo, y/n. I didn't notice ya there," he said plainly.
"Oh it's fine. You should've called me if you're going to be here, Kei!" you enthusiastically said.
"Ah, it's fine. I'm not here to study anyway," he did not even try to lie about his situation.
"Oh, is that so," you said in a low voice.
"Yeah. A lot of things have been going in my mind lately. I just thought this place is quiet enough," he continued to explain.
"And yeah, sorry for being missing for a few weeks," he muttered an apology that sounded sincere but his mind was clearly not there.
"Yeah, it's alright," worry traced in your voice now.
"It's just my friends," he continued without batting an eye at you
"They're my treasure, and yet I don't know how to help them. I tried all that I could but I can't help, I feel like this is my endgame,"
"Kei.."
You don't know how to respond to what he said, and you also don't know what's going on. So you just let him continue talking about these conundrums and his friends.
The silence surrounding you both has been broken by the sudden ring on Baji's phone.
"Oh, Kazutora"
"Yeah."
"I'll be there."
After the exchange of a few words, he put down his phone and picked up his jacket.
"Yeah, I guess I gotta go now." he slowly stood up from his chair and tucked it underneath the table.
"Take care Kei!" a line that you obviously tried so hard to mask with enthusiasm.
As he is starting to head back to the entrance, he suddenly jogged back to you and peeked through the bookshelf.
"Hey y/n!" he called
"Yeah?"
"Think you can compile some notes for me before the finals arrive? Don't wanna make my mom cry again," he said with a pout.
"Oh, yeah sure!" you said surprised at how his demeanor has changed.
"That's set then!" and he trailed off,
"Oh and one more thing!" Baji said running back.
"Hm? What is it this time?" you asked him with your head titled.
"I'll take ya out for some peyoung after finals! My treat! See ya!"
And just like he was gone,
but he sure did leave a huge smile on your face.
After that moment with Baji in the library, you haven't seen him for 4 days now and he seems like he has been missing classes lately. It's less than a week before finals start, so by this time you have already compiled everything that you needed to review.
By all honesty, you worked hard and fast to finish this reviewer because you wanted Baji to immediately have it so you have a reason to see him.
God, how much you missed just being in his presence.
And on another note, he dropped some charm from his jacket the last time you saw him in the library, and it seemed to be important. So you kept it and wanted to surprise him when you give it back.
When classes ended and you left your room, you caught a glimpse of Chifuyu who was passing by the school. You tried to run after him and call his name but he doesn't seem to notice you as your distance is just far.
You decided that you'd just follow him until he stops and ask where Baji is so you can hand over the reviewer and the charm.
You followed Chifuyu for quite a time and your legs are already about to give out, and then he suddenly stops.
Your vision is a bit hazy since you're so exhausted from all the running and almost out of breath, but you managed to reach him by the back.
"Chifuyu--" you said while gasping for air.
"O-oh, y/n!" he was surprised at your sudden appearance.
"I've been chasing you for the last 30 minutes. How can you walk that fast? You a robot or something?"
"Oh, yeah anyway where's Baji?" you finally asked.
"He--" Chifuyu started.
Then suddenly he was cut off by someone
"Baji? You know Baji?" someone behind Chifuyu said.
"Oh Mikey--" Chifuyu tried to explain. But before he can finish his words you interject.
"Mikey?" you said.
"You're the Invincible Mikey?" you further probed.
"Oh, Draken too... Mitsuya...," you said while scanning their faces.
"You guys haven't changed much, didn't you? Except your hair got all longer just like Baji," and you let out a small laugh.
"You looked all adorable in that commemorative picture of yours,"
"Wait, how do you know us?" Mikey asked you.
"Oh well, about a few days ago Baji told me about you guys and showed me this," you tried to fish something out of your breast pocket.
"Here!" you exclaimed excitedly.
Mikey snatched the charm in your hand and opened it only to see their commemorative picture for founding Toman.
"He kinda dropped that before he left and I wasn't able to see him since so yeah.." you explained.
"So he's had it with him all this time.." Mikey said, voice solemn.
"Hmm, I guess so? Kei's always referred to you guys as his treasures," you flashed a smile at Mikey.
"Oh, where is Baji anyway? And why are we all standing he--"
Then you scanned your surroundings for the first time, only for a stone grave to appear when you faced right.
'Baji Family Grave' it spells.
Just there and then your enthusiastic demeanor was superseded by a horrified look, your voice is shaking but you tried to clear your voice.
"Oh, did someone from Kei's family passed away?" you were looking at them for affirmation but no one dared to meet your gaze. They are all looking down.
"That's the reason why he hadn't shown up in school yet right?"
"Right Chifuyu?" you asked again.
But when no one answered you, your tears already formed streams into your cheeks. Everything else faded as you looked down on the grave, filled with flowers, incense, and a half-eaten peyoung by its foot.
You sat there, in front of the grave, clutching onto the reviewers on your chest that you've made for him. You can only stare and say your prayers as much as you can, but nothing can bring him back.
And at that moment, once again, your world is turning into silence.
If someone would ask you how you found most of the good things in your life, you could probably say you found them when you were alone.
You met your decade-long bestfriend sitting by an empty waiting shed. You got the kindest, most adorable pup you have by wandering off the streets looking for your friend's home. You've found a homey diner that brings good memories because you were once lost, then found.
After all, you would not have met Baji and had all the good times with him if not for the afternoon that you were alone attending to your library duties.
But as others have said,
All good things must come to an end.
a/n: Woah thank you for making it this far and supporting my fic <3 I am always grateful for you guys for reading through my work :')) I'm sending love and hugs to all of you out there you bawled your eyes for baji :'))
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We All Need That Someone...
Note: So, it’s going to be awhile before I actually finish the full Titanic fic and get it posted up. But, for now, I hope y’all enjoy this preview along with the beautiful art by @chelbea-art!
For context, this scene takes place after the steerage party. After Lovella came back, bathed and dressed for bed, Rose came calling and led her back to her own stateroom. Then, after some talk, she finally confesses her suicide attempt.
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“I tried to throw myself off the ship.”
The moment the words were out of her mouth, it felt like a knife was going through my heart, a thousand feelings rushing through my mind alongside its sting. I wished I had the proper words to define what it felt like learning about what Rose had almost done, but nothing seemed appropriate. All I did know was that my whole heart went out to her even as it seemed to crack under the weight of such knowledge. The fact that she could feel so trapped that she saw no way out and was willing to kill herself just to escape spoke to – if I had to describe it – a deep, neglected pain she had been carrying for far too long. While we were similar in many ways, I knew now what I had suspected for some time – that her situation was far worse than mine could ever be.
“Oh, Rose,” I said, perhaps more to myself than her as she lost herself in trying to explain why she’d almost done it.
“At the time I – I didn’t realise there was another way, I just thought –”
I didn’t let her finish. Instead of allowing her to speak, I practically jumped forward and wrapped my arms securely around her. She stayed still for a moment, probably due to the shock of being embraced so suddenly, but slowly, I felt her loosen up as she returned the gesture and held on so tightly I started to wonder how long it had been since she’d been shown this kind of affection.
We stayed like that for some time, both of us understanding that nothing more needed to be said. I wasn’t going to judge or admonish her actions because there was no judgement to give. At least, not in my eyes.
When I did finally pull back, I instinctively reached up and brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes the same way my father had done for me when I was a child, confessed, “I’m glad you didn’t. Because then I wouldn’t have you.”
“You would be all alone, wouldn’t you?” She said, a small smile breaking through at the realisation before she laughed.
It seemed like a strange reaction at first, but I was quick to realise that it was one of relief. I imagined that holding in such a secret was difficult and that feeling safe enough to finally confess had lifted some weight off her shoulders. It was a relief that I was happy to give her.
“Look at us,” She said through her laughter, reaching up to wipe her eyes with the back of her hand.
I couldn’t help but giggle with her as I did the same, the laughter fading into a set of twin yawns as the same wave of tiredness suddenly overtook us both, one that was long overdue considering how much dancing we’d done that night.
Rose threw me a small smile but didn’t say anything as she shifted and crawled across the bed. She took her time carefully rearranging the blankets and pillows and then motioned for me to join her.
Sliding under those covers reminded me of the few times I had stayed over with my cousins and friends as a child. Friends that were now long gone. Some of my former schoolmates had been whisked off to boarding school in England years ago, others had been married off even before I was and the rest I couldn’t quite place. Not many of them had paid attention to me, anyway. The memory was both sad and revealing of how the life we were born into had a terrible habit of swallowing even the brightest of young ladies and dampening their spirits. A habit I was desperately trying to break.
“Rose?” I asked once I was settled, my mind rounding back to her confession.
“Hm?” She rolled over on her side to face me.
I shifted over as well. “What made you change your mind?”
Knowing exactly what I meant, her eyes brightened a little as she admitted, “Jack.”
“That’s how you met?”
She laughed softly. “I suppose you could say he was in the right place at the right time. He talked me out of jumping and even helped me back over the rail when I slipped.”
“Is that how he got invited to dinner?”
“I told Cal and the others that I was leaning over to see the propellers. It was the stupidest thing I’ve ever said, but they accepted it as a reason and invited Jack to dinner as a reward.” She paused, added, “Well, only after I pressed. At first they tried to wave him off with some money.”
“Wait,” I said, struggling to hold back a giggle at the mere thought of what I was going to say. “They honestly believed you were stupid enough to try and see the propellers?”
She laughed harder. “Colonel Gracie even said something about women and machinery not mixing well.”
“And we’re the simple-minded ones.”
“I think they’re just too far deep in their world to think about what goes on with the people outside of it. Even the ladies whose company they claim to value,” Rose said, another small yawn interrupting her. “Or maybe they only see what they want to. I’m not entirely sure,” She continued, her voice getting increasingly quieter and eventually fading out as she finished.
I thought to answer, but the only thing that left my own mouth was another yawn, my limbs suddenly feeling heavy as it subsided. I decided that I didn’t need to reply with words as I slid my hand over, intertwined it with hers, hoping the gesture conveyed that I not only heard her, but agreed with the sentiment.
“Good night, Rose.”
**I’ll be the one you rely on. A shoulder to cry on. A friend through the highs and the lows.**
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how stray kids asks you out <3
skz scenario - all members (individually) x reader
genre: fluff, dating au, angst if you close your left eye
word count: 1.6k (total)
warnings: some cursing, but nothing else :)
a/n: hello, lovelies!! this is my very first (posted) stray kids fic- i hope you all enjoy. it’s nothing major, but i really had fun writing it. if you’ve found me on the explore page, hello! i’m a hot mess. pls validate me by reading what i write.
just kidding.
maybe.
ANYWAYS- please keep in mind that this is written in a totally lighthearted way, and this is 100% fictitious. this is for entertainment purposes only. thank you for reading!
chan:
he is actually so shy about it :’(
but he knows he’s gonna go through with it
cause that’s the kind of person he is
he just wants his emotions to be out in the open
whether the feeling is mutual or not
so he just improvises
he approaches you with completely no context? like he just walks up and starts a convo but you can’t tell why
you think he’s just. being chan
but no
he’s pretty chill, actually
his face is so tho red but he doesn’t know that so don’t say anything
a few minutes in he kinda just snaps because he just couldn’t wait
“y/n-ah, do you wanna- i don’t know, get together sometime? are you free?”
this takes you off guard completely
he misunderstands your reaction *screams*
and he immediately regrets saying anything
but you scramble to reassure him
when you say you’d like to get together, he loses all humility
becomes a total flirt
this flusters you but the two of you have such CHEMISTRY
“so it’s a date?”
“it’s a date.”
minho:
is the type to completely deny his own feelings until the very last minute
plus, tbh
he probably thinks you hate him
so he has a hard time convincing himself to finally ask you out
but when he does...
he just bites the bullet (lmao pray for him)
walks RIGHT THE FUCK UP TO YOU
“y/n.”
when you respond he just kinda:
“will you go out with me?”
you also probably thinks he hates you too (go communication!!)
so you’re just like *surprised pikachu face*
but he just stands there and waits for your response
he’s sweating on the DL
but you kinda just go with it and say yes
he’s hella surprised but doesn’t wanna show his excitement
so he just smirks and is like
“okay. what would you like to do, and when?”
(just because he’s a cocky lil shit doesn’t mean he’s not a gentleman)
but he’s also secretly planning the whole first date in his head
will i hold y/n’s hand? what will they wanna do? should i-
- minho’s brain
(aw)
changbin:
is on the bolder side
(be careful with this one)
(he’s feisty)
he probably let his feelings fester for a long time
so this is overdue
but he spends the whole day shamelessly flirting with you
he finally just asks if you want to grab some food
you don’t even really realize it’s a date until he insists on paying for everything
this makes you all clumsy and embarrassed
but he thinks it’s the cutest shit ever
well now he’s clumsy and embarrassed (sobs)
TECHNICALLY he doesn’t officially ask you out until after this
he pretty much just straight up confesses
the audacity i can’t
“y/n-ah... i really like you- will you let me take you out? on a real date?”
* gesturing to the take out *
he isn’t embarrassed at all
you CANNOT stop looking at his eyes
they’re so genuine and loving that you almost forget to answer
once he gets confirmation he promises to both plan and pay for the whole thing, even as you protest
how are you already in love with this man
hyunjin:
poor hyunjinnie probably spent the last four months trying to decide how to ask you out
he’s been head over heels for you for a while now
and he knows he needs to make his move
(cause, let’s be honest- you’re a catch, and he’s protective. could i make it any more obvious?)
he ends up thinking that just being straightforward is the way to do it
so he spends the whole day just trying to get you alone
this is harder than he anticipated
so finally he just grabs you while you’re in conversation
and goes
“y/n, i’m sorry-it’s important, can i just talk to you a sec?”
you go with him, if not out of pure curiosity
literally the SECOND you’re alone he just swivels around says
“did you know that you are really hard to catch alone?”
and you’re kinda just like:
huh
but he continues
“anyways, i just had a question for you?”
“oh, okay. what is it?”
this is when the nerves hit him
“oh, uh- i guess i was just wondering- if you would go out with me sometime? nothing big, i just-”
you interrupt him without thinking
“yes.”
* cue one completely flustered and w h i p p e d hyunjin *
jisung:
is not shy at ALL
but he wants to make sure you’re comfortable
so he doesn’t make a big deal out of it
he spent a lot of time debating how to do it
but he decides to write a note (so cute)
he waits until you leave the room for a sec
he slips a note into your bag that just says
“date? -jisungie”
with a lil heart next to it
then he panics and just books it
when you find it a bit later you’re initially confused
but then it kinda hits you
you FREAK out and track him down-
only to realize you have no idea what you want to say to him
but he knows you too well
and he just laughs when he sees your face
this makes you laugh too, even though you’re nervous
when the two of you finally recover he’s just
“but really- please? let me take you out.”
you know your face is on fire
so you just nod
but that’s all the confirmation he needs
felix:
king of overthinking
we all know felix has EVERYTHING planned in his head
like, to a T
he’s been very stressed about asking you out, but he also doesn’t want to miss his chance
so he just thinks and thinks and thinks
he just wants it to be perfect for you
he decides to just hang out in the comfort of your home to do it
the two of you are just chilling (y’know. FRIEND THINGS.)
but he is completely in his own head
and you can tell
you get to be a little worried for him, so you just ask:
“hey- are you alright? you seem a little off tonight.”
he turns super pink and tries to play it off
but since you’re a stubborn piece of work, you pry a lil
and he cracks under pressure (I FEEL BAD OMG)
he finally just looks up and snaps:
“y/n- i’m really sorry. i wanted to to this well, and make it cute and romantic and have you fall in love with me in an instant. but you- god, you’re so nerve-wracking!”
you just sit there
completely flabbergasted
he bursts into awkward laughter, and between coughs he’s just like
“y/n, i was gonna ask you out. i’ve loved you for a while now.”
he continues: “but i guess i fucked up, didn’t i...”
you jump and interrupt him
and insist that he was being crazy- what was he doing letting his mind run free with that?
finally, to shut him up, you just lean over and place your lips over his.
seungmin:
is surprisingly confident
but also low-key has no idea what he’s doing
he decides to send you a text
he asks if you want to grab coffee, which you absolutely do
he doesn’t realize until later...
that he didn’t actually specify it was supposed to be a date.
oops.
but he kinda just goes with it, and the two of you maintain good conversation
finally he interrupts you mid-sentence and is like
“y/n, will you answer a question for me?”
you nod, and he continues:
“what is- uh- this- exactly? to you?”
* nodding down at your long empty coffee cups *
you don’t really understand the question (valid)
he kinda just sighs and starts laughing
“well. it was supposed to be a date. i’m just really bad at this.”
you just. cannot believe your ears
he just laughs harder and says
“so. can we try again?”
you start laughing too
and you know that even if it wasn’t the best first date,
you’d felt right at home.
jeongin:
poor baby is SO NERVOUS
he’s spent like,,,,
the last 6 days trying to plan how to finally do this
but he decides to approach you and let it try to come up naturally
you two carry a conversation for a few minutes and then he asks
“so...do you- you know- like anyone?”
your face turns bright red
you can’t stop thinking
does he know oh my god am i that obvious i-
but you end up just looking away and being like
“i mean- i guess?”
he can’t decide how to respond
because on one hand- that person could be him
but on the other hand, it’s more likely that it’s not, and then it would be awkward as hell for him to ask you out
he kinda panics
then against his own will he just goes for it
“y/n-ah. i don’t really know how to say this- but will you let me take you out? i really like you...”
his ears are RED OH BOY
his voice kinda just trails off and you can tell he feels insecure
but when you tell him yes...
he was literally born for this
he gets so excited and doesn’t hide it at all
thank you so much for reading!! p.s. my asks are now open, feel free to send in your requests !
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That's what Friends are for
Taking a little break from I love you (not) today, with a one shot that might one day turn into a full fic. Who knows?
Anyway, have some Marichat setting up Ladrien, and trying not to give their identities away in the process. Hope you enjoy!
@marichatmay
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Marinette pouted as she leaned on her balcony railing.
Why did all her attempts at confessing her love to Adrien have to end up disastrously? When it wasn’t her own clumsiness or cold feet getting in the way, there was always something, or some one that seemed to volunteer to play the hindrance part. She sighed, thinking about the Akuma that just had to make an appearance at the exact moment Adrien was telling her about the girl he liked. Maybe it had been for the best; she didn’t know how she would have reacted had he told her he liked Lila, for instance (but that was impossible - he was smart enough to see she was nothing more than a flaky façade), but she would’ve liked to know where they stood nonetheless.
Gazing at the panoramic view of the city, she couldn’t help but think how pleasant it would be to share this moment with a loved one. The sky was dark but clear, allowing some stars to shine through. The illuminated Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance, providing festive lighting in the midst of the warm street lights.
“Purr-etty night, isn’t it?” A voice interrupted her thoughts.
The young girl turned around, finding herself face to face with Chat Noir, leaning on his baton. Her heart ached at his brave face, his small smile not bright enough to distract her from his sad eyes. She wasn’t surprised by his presence; she’d actually been expecting it. It had become a habit for her partner to come around when Ladybug rejected him a little harshly. She winced at the not-so-distant memory of herself snapping at the boy when he’d made an innocent flirty joke while they were fighting the Akuma. She really hadn’t meant to hurt him. She was just still frustrated about her whole situation with Adrien.
“It really is.” She smiled tightly. “How are you, Kitty?”
“Eh…” He trailed, taking a couple of steps to slump beside her on the railing.
“I’m sorry.” She wished he could know just how much she meant it.
“It happens.” He shrugged. “I just wish…” He sighed, shaking his head as he looked for words. “I don’t know, that she’d talk to me about him? Just to know if I have a chance or not.”
Marinette pursed her lips, unsure how to answer. She didn’t know how appropriate it would be to laugh at how similar their situations were. He would probably feel worse than he already did, and the only way to prevent that would be to explain exactly what she was thinking, which she couldn’t do without revealing her identity. She took a deep breath and decided to give him a little something to at least help him. Her feelings were a secret she supposed she could share with him; they were probably long overdue.
“Adrien Agreste.” She whispered. She felt him tense next to her.
“What?” He squeaked. She might have poked fun at him for it in other circumstances. On his side, Chat’s heart raced in his chest. He hoped she couldn’t tell, although the roaring in his ears gave him little hope. Had Marinette figured out who he was?...
“Ladybug told me she likes Adrien Agreste.” Marinette clarified. She hoped he wouldn’t ask any questions. What if he figured out they went to the same school? Then he’d be able to figure out…
“The model?” She nodded silently, trying to avoid his gaze. “That’s fantastic!” Chat Noir’s face erupted in a giant smile. His heart rate picked up, which he hadn’t thought was possible given the speed at which it had already been beating. After all this time, it turned out the girl of his dreams was actually chasing him too, in a convoluted game of cat and mouse where they were somehow both the chaser and the chased.
“Really?” Marinette tilted her head, confused by how well her friend took the news. He looked almost… relieved, for some reason? Had she known this was how he’d react, perhaps she would have told him a lot sooner. “I didn’t think you’d be so happy about the news.”
Chat froze, his expression akin to that of a deer caught in headlights for a split second. He resumed his usual breezy demeanor so fast, though, that Marinette thought she’d dreamt it.
“Well, obviously I’m not ecstatic about it, but… Well, Adrien and I clearly don’t play in the same court when it comes to ladies.” He said, trying his best to look natural, but slightly gutted. There was potentially a date with Ladybug in the bargain if he played his cards correctly, and slipping up on his identity was not that.
“What do you mean?” Marinette frowned.
“Well, you know… He’s a model . I can’t compete with that, I’m just a… an ordinary boy.” He shrugged, internally congratulating himself for his quick thinking.
“You’re Chat Noir though. And you know Adrien Agreste from work.” She pointed out, almost offended by his words. “You can’t be that ordinary.” She smiled warmly.
“I guess...” He trailed, touched by her clear affection for him. Marinette really was amazing. “But Adrien once told me he liked Ladybug, and if she likes him as well… I don’t stand a chance.” He added, dramatically shaking his head as he placed a hand on his heart.
Marinette’s elbow lost its balance on the railing, and she caught herself before her head slammed into it.
“The girl Adrien likes is Ladybug?!” He wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement. She seemed bewildered, but also… happy? She regained her composure before he could totally decipher her expression.
“That’s what I understood, anyway.” He answered cautiously.
Marinette paused, her eyes squinting as she thought. She was jumping down internally at the news, but she really couldn’t do anything while Chat Noir was there. Although she had lead him to believe that she and Ladybug were close -which wasn’t a complete lie- looking too overjoyed would probably seem a little strange.
“Are you sure?” She asked again, looking at him correctly for the first time since the beginning of their conversation.
“A hundred percent paw-sitive.” He nodded.
“Well, then.” She shook her head, trying to hide the smile she could feel growing on her face. “I guess we don’t have a choice.”
“What?” Chat furrowed his brow in confusion at his friend’s slightly serious look.
“We have to organise a date for them.” Marinette raised her hands in a Gallic shrug, her eyebrows raised in a “I don’t make up the rules” kind of way.
“You really think so?” His eyes lit up. He mentally slapped himself at his hopeful tone of voice. So much for not giving anything away.
“That’s what friends are for.” She crossed her arms, leaning back comfortably on the balcony railing. She hoped her slightly authoritarian demeanor effectively hid how giddy she was feeling. Adrien Agreste liked her. And they were going to go on a date .
“Where do we start?” Chat walked over to her deckchair and sat down. It would prevent him from breaking into dance in front of Marinette, which probably wouldn’t be a very smart move. After all, he was ‘helping out a friend’, not going on the date himself.
His friend looked in the distance, mindlessly toying with her hair. Now that she thought about it, she’d never really imagined going on a date with Adrien. Their future life, complete with house, children and hamster? That was all sorted. How to get there? Not so much. What could Adrien enjoy as an outing? He’d seen and done a lot given all of his ties with the fashion and celebrity industry, what could a simple girl like Ladybug offer him?
Chat Noir decided to take the lead of the conversation, Marinette looking slightly lost. “Do you think she’d enjoy bowling?” He ventured.
The girl’s gaze snapped back into focus. “Bowling?” She frowned. She’d played once or twice, more if you counted Wii practice. “I seem to recall Ladybug enjoys playing, does Adrien like it?”
Chat got a flashback to his younger years, when he and his parents used to go out to a local bowling alley almost every week. His mother had a gift when it came to the sport. She rarely scored anything less than a spare. Had it not been for those memories, he probably would’ve had his very own alley in his room, just like he had a climbing wall and private skatepark. His father couldn’t bear to be reminded of those times, though.
“He told me he likes it very much.” Chat nodded.
“I guess it’s sorted, then.”
They both stayed silent, still processing the fact that they’d somehow scored the date they’d been waiting for since the first time they’d realised how they felt. Who knew it would be that easy?
“Do you think next Saturday would be too soon?” Chat asked. His Dad would be in Japan with Nathalie. He could take care of the Gorilla to ensure his evening with Ladybug went well.
Marinette had to resist the urge to say yes there and then. “I’ll ask her, I’m supposed to see her tomorrow.” She replied instead.
“You’re a good friend, Marinette.”
The girl twitched at the epithet, the intonation way too familiar. She looked at Chat Noir suspiciously, looking for anything that could give away his identity. The way he somehow managed to fall out of her deckchair without any apparent cause made her feel stupid for the thought of him and Adrien being the same person even crossing her mind. They were both great guys, but Adrien clearly was far more graceful than her friendly neighbourhood cat.
“You too, Kitty.” She chuckled.
She had to refrain herself from suggesting that they tagged along to their "friends"' date. It would be too much hassle to plan, even with the Fox Miraculous. She'd have to find him a good gift though; he really was the wingman if the century.
She'd deal with it after her date.
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Arcadia, Chapter 4
Well! What could happen next to our star-crossed investigative pair? Yeah idk, man... somehow, this fic got a lot darker than I intended. Anyway! Thanks again to the same folks, without whom this story wouldn’t be possible. None of this story is safe for work, and this chapter is no exception ;)
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
D A Y + F O U R
She’s not sure when she wakes up. Her eyes blink open in the bleary morning… that foggy gap between night and day. Blue-green light streams through the windows, coloring the bedroom like it’s underwater.
He’s the first thing she notices, all warm and curled beside her. Harry… her Harry. A sad smile graces her lips as it all comes flooding back. Mike. The tulpa. The shower. Harry…
But together, all of those things are uncomfortable. Bits of it were nice, but the whole thing makes her stomach churn. It’s much easier to—
She presses her bum against him, hoping that wakes him up. Hoping he takes the hint. Harry heaves a deep breath, but doesn’t acknowledge her. Ginny bites her lip and wiggles back. Again.
Finally, he responds. But not how she’d hoped.
“Let’s… not jump to starting that up again,” Harry murmurs into her ear, his voice graveled with sleep. “Ok?”
She whips around, brow furrowed. “So you’ve suddenly become unattracted to—?”
He barks out a humorless laugh and reaches for his glasses. “We both know that’ll never happen.” He takes her in, reclining on the tufted headboard; she can’t help but feel flattered by the red patches that bloom on his cheeks. “Erm…” He clears his throat. “Could you get a dressing gown, actually? I really want to have a serious conversation and…”
He’s never been able to concentrate while she’s naked, has he?
“Sure.” For some reason, her skin prickles as she rises to her feet to pad across the carpet. Exposed. She feels exposed, even though Harry’s probably seen her naked more times than she has. Because this time, it’s not so much that he’s seeing her body naked— it’s that he’s about to discuss things she’s tried very, very hard to deny.
Ginny emerges from the closet in a white dressing gown and gives Harry a little twirl. “Happy?”
His lips curl in a tired smile. “Not… exactly. But I’m hoping to change that.”
“Oh?” Ginny settles in the desk chair. She’s not keen on this conversation, but some part of her recognizes it’s long overdue.
Harry begins by clearing his throat again. “So. Erm.” He places his fingers in a steeple and studies them. “As I… admitted last night, I’ve never stopped loving you. It’s been an awful, awful five years, but frankly it would’ve been worse if we’d stayed together, under those circumstances.”
She opens her mouth to object, but he raises a hand to forestall an interruption.
“Let… let me finish. Because after Percy died...” He shoots her a significant look. “You changed. Ok?”
“That’s not exactly fair,” she snaps, peering at her painted toenails. “Of fucking course I changed. If I didn’t change, I’d be a bloody sociopath. Is that who you wanted to shag?”
Harry heaves a deep sigh. “No. And I’m not going to let you get away with twisting things… again. Ok? Please, just let me finish.”
She presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth. For fuck’s sake, why does she already want to cry?
“You changed,” Harry continues, “and I really don’t blame you for it, but you refused to talk about Percy, or that night, or- or honestly, even anything remotely sad! Ever!” He pauses to collect his thoughts; guilt stabs at Ginny’s stomach. She wasn’t aware this frustrated him quite so much…
“You threw yourself into schoolwork,” he adds, blinking at the far wall. “You lost interest in things you loved. We still had sex, but it was…” He winces. “Unattached. It was… it was like it didn’t even need to be me there, in particular.” His eyes flit back to hers. “I tried to talk to you about it loads of times, but then when you joined the Unspeakables, you just used that as an excuse.”
Traitorous tears drip down her cheeks. She brushes them away to defend herself. “I was already interested in joining up before that,” Ginny insists, her voice warbling. “You weren’t there that year, Harry. You didn’t see what it was like at Hogwarts. The Unspeakables were putting out all this… this rubbish misinformation about you and about muggleborns, and—”
“—All of that is well and good,” Harry interrupts, “but the fact is that you became a different person after Percy died, and after nearly a year of living with that, I’d had enough.” He shrugs. “And even five years later, you’ve never sought help, as far as I know. Professional help, from someone who knows what they’re talking about. Not the type of help you find at the bottom of a pint.”
He’s right, of course. It’s like a stinging slap in the face, but he’s bloody right.
“So!” Harry clears his throat again. “As much as I… enjoyed last night, that can’t happen again if we don’t fix what split us up before. You’re still convinced you killed Percy. Until you’re not? This”— he gestures between them— “can’t work. Full stop.”
Ginny swallows and stares into her lap. “I’m not responsible for my brother’s death,” she whispers, emotionless. It’s a mantra, an oath, one she’s so accustomed to repeating that it’s turned foreign and unfamiliar on her tongue.
“Oh, I’m aware,” Harry says, spreading his palms. “The whole bloody world is aware, Jenny.” He sucks his teeth. “But you aren’t.”
There’s a pause. Ginny bites her lip, tempted to launch the spring-loaded denial she’s learned through years of counseling. But this time, it doesn’t come.
Because Harry knows better.
Shit.
That fact settles in the pit of her stomach; what are the chances, really, that she found herself trapped and playing house with the only person on earth who knows better.
“I was the last to see him,” she mutters, eyes downcast. “I told him he’d never replace Fred. I was drunk. Stupid. Stupidly drunk.” She grips her head in her hands, but the words don’t stop. They’re shooting from her, spurred by years of grief and regret and bursting forth like a steam engine.
“My stupid fucking temper,” she continues, every syllable dripping with self-loathing. “Ruining everything. And then he goes and—” She makes a flailing gesture. “Offs himself. Right on my mother’s fucking birthday! The day before your parents—”
“I know,” Harry whispers, his voice pleading. “Ginny, I know. But please, love, it’s not your fault. It’s never been your fault.”
She can’t breathe. She can’t breathe. It’s too much to say it aloud, to admit it, to let the waves of regret wash over her. There’s a scuttling of movement as she blinks ahead, gaping like a fish out of water. She’s not even surprised to feel Harry wrapping his arms around her and bringing her back to the bed. To feel his lips pressing to her temple as her body wracks with sobs. And she can’t do anything but lean into him. She can’t do anything but surrender, completely. To indulge in feeling raw and vulnerable and alive.
She doesn’t know how long it takes to come to. It’s not until she’s clinging to his chest that she draws a deep breath.
“You never told me any of this,” Harry says softly, mournfully, his hand playing with her hair. He loves her hair. He’s always loved her hair. With a final sob, she admits— if only to herself— that she misses letting him love it. She misses how he’d bury his face in the crook of her neck. How he’d inhale deeply, right at the crown of her head, and blink down at her with a dreamy smile.
She misses him.
Fuck. She misses him. And not just shagging him… but the whole bit. The late-night snacks and discussions on quidditch plays and heated debates about the best brand of toilet roll.
“What… what if I agree to work on it?” she finally whispers, eyelashes thick with half-dried tears.
Harry sighs; his hands still haven’t left her hair. “If we both agree to work on it… because trust me, I’m not doing fantastic either.” He lets out a chuckle. “Do you know how weird that was, being the stable one for once? Anyway.” He waves this off and continues. “If we both work on it, with proper mind-healers…” He swallows. “I don’t see why we couldn't be physical. Eventually.”
She pulls back to give him a watery grin. “I love you,” she murmurs. For the first time in years, her chest feels full. Her heart warm. Like there’s a chance at something in the future that doesn’t involve work and sadness and takeaways.
But speaking of work.
“I’d erm. Like to keep things with us private,” she says, playing with a piece of lint on the duvet. “Especially from work. And my family. Because…”
The thought of Attica’s face, pinched in disappointment, is nearly enough to replace the progress they’ve made over the past day.
“No,” Harry agrees quickly. “That’s. Yeah. Especially from Ron.” He shudders. “Can you imagine how well that would go over?”
“Huh! That’s ridiculous, Harry.” She bats her eyes at him, her expression the picture of innocence. “You mean you don’t want my brother to know that you went down on me and promptly spunked your—”
He cuts her off with a laugh, tossing a pillow on her face. She pulls it off with a giggle before settling beside him.
“Didn’t think you noticed that,” he admits, trailing a finger down the side of her face. “I really hoped you were asleep.”
She stifles a yawn. “Mmm. Don’t have to be Hermione to put that one together. Clue one: you were down there, which you’ve always… enjoyed.” She sleepily raises her eyebrows. “Clue two, I’ve seen you do that before — more than once— and you always have this weird… sort of duck-walk to take your trousers off.”
Harry groans, his entire face the color of her hair. “Please, please, don’t stop on account of me.” He somehow manages a sarcastic drawl as he removes his glasses and places them on the bedside table. “Let’s continue to detail all the times I’ve finished too quickly.”
“Not just too quickly,” she corrects, kissing him on the nose. “I’m only talking about coming in your trousers, which you’ve also managed to do several ti—”
Harry snorts. “And how many times have you done it, then?” His green eyes dance with mischief. “Also more than once. As memory serves, our time at Hogwarts got a lot more interesting once you discovered the combination of my thigh and snogging. You just don’t have the equipment to make things particularly messy when—”
“Clue three!” she loudly calls over him. He has the grace to laugh as she turns so they're spooning, her bum pressed against his crotch.
“I… said I loved you,” she finishes, interlacing their fingers. “And that’s always… you know.”
Harry shudders; there’s a sudden rise of fabric against her bum. “Ok, speaking of embarrassing,” he admits, adjusting himself. “You’re actually going to have to erm. Stop saying that? For now? Because…”
“Trust me, Auror Potter,” she murmurs, dropping her voice to her best impression of Kingsley. “I haven’t forgotten.”
“Unfair,” he complains, toying with a piece of her hair. “As you can see, I’m a bit of a mess. It still turns me on when you say you love me.”
“Yeah, well, it still turns me on when you breathe,” she mutters, her eyes growing heavy. “Reckon we can just be messes together.”
Harry chuckles before burying his face into her hair. “I’ll always be your mess. Jenny.”
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as you are loved by another
genre: angst; tsukishima x gn!reader | wc: 1.2k
—a/n: hello! this is long overdue but tysm for 100 followers aaa. it means a lot that people enjoy my stupid headcanons/word-vomits. as a gift i offer you: this angsty kei fic that i wrote in the wee hours of the morning. is it good? questionable. am i happy with it? not necessarily. however, posting this seemed better than scrapping so here we are </3. enjoy!
cw: brief mentions of death/funerals; self pity/deprecation; no spoilers; one-sided pining; hurt/no comfort
—synopsis: in which tsukishima’s not sure who he hates more: your new boyfriend or himself.
edit: i made it so when tsukki refers to ur boyfriend, it’s in italics. im so sorry i forgot to do that before.
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—Tsukishima had never considered himself to be a hateful person, and yet, here he was: laying in bed on a Friday night, thinking about you with him, and allowing levels of unprecedented envy to bubble up in his chest.
This was not how he had expected his night to turn out.
One moment, he had been doing homework at his desk, and the next, his mind was wandering to today at lunch when you giggled after receiving a text message from your insufferable boyfriend. The memory lasted for only a short moment, but it was all it took to make his head spiral. He had tried to control it, but once his brain got going, it was hard to get it to stop; eventually, he had to retire from being productive to rotting on his mattress.
Generally, Tsukishima was good at keeping sentiments such as these at bay. But it’s been getting harder to do that now, especially since you and him have been so affectionate together recently.
The cruelty of it all leaves him feeling burned by the fire of his jealousy, and a natural disaster of his own making plays out in the depths of his heart as he studies the intricacies of his bare, white ceiling. A song by some band he couldn’t bother to remember the name of emits itself loudly from his phone speakers while the middle blocker desperately tries to stop his train of toxic thinking. He rolls from his back to his side and lowers the annoying music’s volume; not even the most incredible lyrical masterpiece could pull him from the devastation the conflagration of his emotions had been causing him as of late.
And, besides, the sound was giving him a headache. He preferred to brood in silence.
The intensity of his feelings irritates him. Despite his outwardly antagonistic exterior, Tsukishima had always believed his tendency for total apathy would take precedent over any other negative emotion—including jealously.
Tonight, however, was proving this preconceived notion of his character completely wrong.
This wasn’t the first time he’d wasted his night thinking about you and him. Ever since the day you had giddily announced your new relationship, Tsukishima had been allowing himself to become more acquainted with the green-eyed monster, and this evening, he relishes in its company more than usual.
Pity parties like this—which was shaping up to be the worst one to date—had been happening to him more frequently. Feelings of contempt had become his newfound obsession in the sense that they consumed his very being. Hating him was easier than hating himself, and he enjoyed it. The only downside towards living so sullenly was that it made him realize that, more often than not, guilt was a close companion of unwarranted negativity.
Tsukishima knew better than anyone else how outrageous his feelings were. And feeling this way did trouble him, but then again, how could he not be envious?
Seeing the way his hand wrapped around your waist. Recalling the way his fingers traced little shapes into your hands. Remembering the way his eyes followed you as you walked out of the room—as if Kei’s hadn’t been the ones that did that first. It was all just too much for him to bear. Knowing that he made you happy in a way that he could not.
The overwhelming knowledge of his inadequacy makes the middle blocker want to double over in anguish, but he won’t, not yet. He is much too proud to allow himself to display such sorrow, so he’ll settle for feeling hatred tonight instead.
Of course, he knows that he’s in no position to be feeling this way. You were never his, and he had never shown interest in changing that. It was only a matter of time before someone swept you off your feet and gave you the affection he had neglected to provide you with. This whole situation was very obviously his fault. If he had been brave enough to confess before he had, maybe he’d be the one you loved instead. Or maybe not. Your new boyfriend was absolutely perfect for you, and Kei was anything but.
This was so tirelessly aggravating. Why did you have to be stupid and date somebody he could never compete with?
White-hot resentment flows through his veins, and he’s not sure if it’s directed at you, himself, or the man you love. Regardless, one more second of this suffocation, and he thinks it’s likely he’ll die by the morning time. The thought of it makes him laugh, and it temporarily lifts the burden on his heart.
Maybe his funeral would be green-themed. That wouldn’t be so bad—he quite likes the color. Or maybe his tombstone would say something like: ‘Tsukishima Kei: A son, a friend, and someone left gasping for air after being smothered to death by the tight grip of unjustifiable envy.’
Wouldn’t that be something?
Tsukishimas mind betrays the light-heartedness of the moment ruined when, bitterly, it wonders how much you’d care if his death—albeit a metaphorical one—actually did happen.
You probably wouldn’t be too concerned, especially now that you’ve got...someone who isn’t himself who would happily help to console you as you grieve. You were always gushing about how your new boyfriend was such a good listener. One kiss from that guy would probably make any pain you felt about his own fictional death go away in an instant.
Not that he would blame you. Tsukishima thought himself to be pretty forgettable. And he was anything but.
Why reminisce on the underwhelming memory of his own life when you had someone who shone so much brighter than he ever could to focus on instead?
He hates this—the way he let it get this bad. What was wrong with him? He was acting like an entitled child watching other kids play with a toy he wanted to play with. And he hated himself for it. You were a person, not a possession. And even if you were, you were still not his to have.
No, you belonged to someone infinitely better.
Someone who made you smile bigger than he ever could. Someone who made you laugh harder than he ever would. Someone who he despised—second only to himself—more than anyone else in the world.
As he rests in the still of his room, evaluating how intelligent he could possibly be after doing something as stupid as falling for one of his best friends, Tsukishima Kei decides that while he may hate your lover, he hates himself more.
A strange melancholy replaces his previous feelings of jealousy, and his typical level of self-loathing cranks it’s way up to 100. There’s a growing ache in place of where his heart should be, and Kei shakily brings his hand to clench at it. When the pain does not subside, he deduces that his current level of grief was inconsolable. Wearily, the middle blocker shuts his eyes close and allows himself to escape to the bliss of sleep.
Maybe, he’d be able to outrun the misery of loving you as you are loved by someone else in the world of dreams.
He hopes he can.
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a/n: again, i apologize for not being super active (mental illness goes hard), but i’ve been feeling better so hopefully that changes! likes + reblogs are always appreciated and feel free to give me constructive criticism (i know i need it lol). i hope you enjoyed.
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A/N: Sorry for disappearing, I promise I have not given up on this fic. Life is kinda of a mess right now. The College Entrance Exams Season has just begun, and I’ve been studying nonstop, which leaves me with little time to write and a brain overheated due to excessive studying.
Good news tho! So far, I have been accepted in the two colleges I’ve already applied for, which leaves me with just The Big Scary Exam in January which also has a second phase that is FIVE DAYS AFTER ACOSF IS RELEASED. And which is pretty much my dream college
But let’s talk about happy things. Get comfortable and enjoy the long overdue Part Four!
In which she makes a friend, Part Four
Cassian woke up in the late afternoon. After a silently breakfast with Nesta, he went to report to Devlon and go over the papers he had left piling up in his absence. Nesta had gone to her room — probably to take a bath and change out of the leathers — and he had not seen her since. He had promptly fallen asleep as soon as his head had hit the pillow, his aching muscles and wings screaming for some well deserved rest.
Cassian debated whether to knock on Nesta’s door or not as he splashed some cold water on his face. He had decided he was going to help her, he just didn’t know how to do that without seeming as if he was just following orders from Feyre. Nesta was not a burden. Would never be. At least not for him. He was going to do this right and make up for the two months he was away.
Gathering his courage, he softly knocked on her door, straining his ears to listen to something that would indicate that she was in her bedroom. When he heard nothing, not even her breathing, he remembered the stone bench. The weather was sunny — with “sunny” in Illyria meaning that the grey sky was more or less free of clouds and the cold not as unforgiving as usual. However, when he opened the front door and stepped outside, he did not see Nesta but the young Illyrian he had seen earlier, Kaelin.
Cassian stayed quiet, taking the opportunity to inspect the kid, which was so busy writing something down in a piece of paper — Cassian could see him biting his lip in concentration and pushing back a stray curl that kept falling on his eyes — that didn’t take notice of his arrival. Kaelin was a question mark that had suddenly appeared in his life. Cassian didn’t know who the Illyrian was, but if Nesta had chosen to trust him — to take him under her care when she could not deign to care for herself — then he was going to trust her decision. And he would ask Kaelin to work with him to help Nesta heal.
“You know, if you’re thinking of growing your hair maybe you should have something to tie it back” Cassian said, clearing his throat to warn Kaelin of his presence.
Kaelin almost fell from the bench in surprise, quickly raising to greet him.
“Please, there’s no need for that” Cassian pleaded, interrupting Kaelin before he did the formal salute “You are living here now, you may address me informally”.
“Yes, sir” he hesitantly answered, as if unsure if he should be treating his superior like that.
The younglings usually liked Cassian. He did teach a lot of them to fly and played with them whenever he had the chance. But Kaelin was in the phase where training got harder, tougher. When the Camp Lords started to separate those who had potential and those who would only be another number in the army.
“Isn’t it better to write inside? The bench looks uncomfortable” Cassian tried, hoping to gain the kid’s trust.
“Nesta said...she said it’s good to read out loud while you write” the tip of Kaelin’s ears turned soft pink “I didn’t want to disturb you, sir”
Nesta was teaching Kaelin how to read.
Cassian didn’t know what to do with this new information. He had really missed a lot on two months.
“I wouldn’t be woken by your voice. I usually sleep like the dead”.
“When I can actually sleep” Cassian thought. His dreams usually turned into nightmares, and he only slept well when he was near the point of passing out from fatigue. Like today.
“Oh, I see. Nesta gave me one of the military books in your living room to practice, I hope that’s fine” the young Illyrian knotted his eyebrows in confusion “She said she didn’t have any books I could read”.
“No, I don’t think she has” Cassian allowed himself a small smile, thinking about the dirty romance novels he knew Nesta liked. He didn’t think they’d have been proper for Kaelin “Feel free to take any books you like. I’ll see if I can get hold of less boring ones for you”.
“I don’t want to burden you!!” he quickly said “Really, they’re not boring. A bit hard to understand, but I usually write down the words I don’t know and Nesta helps me later”.
“It’s not a bother. I was planning to get some books for Nesta. She reads a lot and I think she may have run out of books now”.
Cassian tried to calm Kaelin, making sure it was nothing out of his way. He knew how it felt when you had nothing and people offered you things. The first time he had received a present, a solstice gift from Rhysand’s mother, he had been afraid to accept and had cried afterwards, once he was alone. He could only imagine how it was for the Kaelin. An orphan who once had some and suddenly was stripped of even the little things he had to call his own.
“You and Nesta... you seem close” he tried to appear nonchalant, laying the ground for his intention of gathering Kaelin’s aid.
“She’s nice” he answered, pushing the stray curl away again.
“How has she been? Has she been going out a lot?” Cassian cringed internally at how desperate he sounded, but he could not deny how worried he was that Nesta was not back when it was beginning to darken.
“I’ve know Nesta for two, three months at most”.
“And?” Cassian inquired.
“She does not eat much. Started going out recently” Kaelin eyed him in suspicion “I don’t know if I should be talking with you, sir, about her. I know that I wouldn’t like to have someone talking about me behind my back. Specially with someone who had left me alone for months”.
Cassian realised that, in this conversation, he was the enemy. Kaelin knew Nesta, but had no reason whatsoever to trust Cassian, ranks in the army be damned.
“I was busy. Commander stuff” he didn’t want to talk about how a civil war was most likely to happen.
Kaelin’s only answer was to raise an eyebrow in question, an act that reminded Cassian so much of Nesta that he was momentarily thrown back. Was his idea about to go down the drain before he had even tried it out?
“I wouldn’t have left if wasn’t really necessary”.
“I didn’t doubt you” Kaelin said, the corners of his mouth raising slightly.
Cauldron, he couldn’t believe how he was being played by a teenage boy.
“And I guess I know what you’re trying to do” Kaelin commented, gathering the book, tucking the piece of paper inside it and pocketing the pencil.
“If you know it, then are you willing to be my helping hand?” Cassian remembered why he usually stuck with training the younglings. They didn’t have smart comebacks.
“I cannot possibly train Nesta. I only know the basics I’ve learnt as a kid. But you sir, are a legend” Kaelin’s eyes sparked in admiration.
Mikael had told Kaelin stories about the Commander of the Illyrian armies. Of how an orphan who was supposed to be a foot soldier had the biggest killing power in Illyria’s history.
“I’m willing to do anything to make Nesta happy” Kaelin’s expression saddened “She is not doing well. And I own her my life. It’s the minimum I can do”.
“Thank you. I think she’d listen more to you than me” Cassian stretched his wings “First things first then kiddo. Could you tell me where she is? It’s getting late and she should have someone accompany her back”.
Kaelin gave him a wide smile, and before Cassian could do anything, got airborne.
“Don’t worry about it!! I always walk Nesta back!!”
And with a last goodbye shout, Kaelin flew away to meet Nesta at Cauldron knows where, leaving Cassian no option but to enter the house and get dinner ready.
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To say dinner had been awkward was an understatement.
Cassian didn’t remember ever being so tongue tied before. Nesta had also kept quiet for most of the meal. Kaelin, however, did enough talking for both of them.
The kid had completely lost all shyness regarding Cassian, although he still added ‘sir’ sometimes when it seemed he was going overboard. Keeping his word to help Cassian with Nesta, Kaelin had talked nonstop about the things that had happened in those two months. Cassian learned that Nesta cooked quite well — “Illyrian culinary is different from high Fae but she learned so fast! It didn’t even feel like the food had been kept in the ice box for so long!” — and that she also knew how to sew — “She fixed all my clothes! They fit perfectly now! It feels as if they’re brand new!”.
Cassian would be pleased to just sit there and listen to Kaelin praise Nesta and tell all her hidden abilities, but he saw the way her pointed ears were getting pink and how she stuffed food in her mouth to avoid getting asked more questions. So he changed topics to Kaelin’s training, and he swore he saw Nesta silently thank him by the way her grey blue eyes softened.
The rest of the dinner run smoothly. He was also relived to see Nesta getting a second helping of food. Cassian could bet that she had not had lunch and, as a result, was starving.
He had made rice with cooked vegetables, along with fish seasoned with baniwa, a pepper based sauce. He had also left some fish without baniwa, not knowing whether Nesta liked her food spicy or not. He was happy to see that she choose the fish with the sauce and decided to stick with solid food, not taking any of the Imu Yanisa Kiyauriri he had offered, in case her stomach was not well.
After quietly washing the dishes while Nesta dried them — she had just gotten up and grabbed the kitchen rag, not sparing him a glance as she took the clean plate from his hand — Cassian locked himself in his room, hoping to get a good night’s sleep.
However, lucky was not on his side. He tossed and turned on his bed for hours, until finally giving up sleep and moving to his desk to go over the training schedule and other minor documents. Maybe work would tire him out enough to get maybe three or four hours of sleep.
Cassian was in the middle of a report regarding the preparations for the Blood Rite when he felt a shiver running down his spine. A faint sensation of panic came forth, and he was momentarily thrown back. Shrugging it off as fatigue, he turned back to the paper. But the sensation did not disappear. Had someone gotten over the wards somehow?
“Oh, screw this” he cursed, raising from his chair and opening his bedroom door.
Looking in the living room’s direction, he saw Kaelin completely passed out in the couch, sleeping on his stomach, his wings twitching in his sleep and drooling. The kitchen was clear as well, the same with the outdoor patio and the bathroom. The sensation got fainter, and he almost gave up when he walked by Nesta’s bedroom.
Cassian felt that panic rise within him once again. Felt that sensation of dread and helplessness knock him with full force. Without thinking, he opened her door, all reason flying out of his head to knock or call her from outside. Once inside, the first thing he notice was how cold the room was. She had not lit the fireplace, but it for sure was not due to lack of firewood. Why had she chosen to bury herself under multiple fur blankets then?
Second thing he took notice of was that said blankets had been thrown to the floor. And that Nesta was painting, fists tightly closed beside her body.
“Nesta...” Cassian breathed, slowly approaching the bed. He could see her eyes moving frantically under eyelids. The sensation was stronger now, threatening to consume him. He could not imagine how Nesta felt. Tried not to think why he also felt it.
“No...get away...” she murmured feverishly in her sleep “Take me. Take me instead”
Cassian smelled smoke, and he realised that Nesta’s fists were burning the sheets were they touched, her skin damp with sweat.
“Ness....” Cassian knew that you should not wake up someone when they were having a nightmare, not when they were letting their power lose. That indicated that the person had lost all sensation of reality and imagination, and could hurt whoever approached them. But Cassian could not see her suffering and just do nothing.
Gently, he kneeled beside her bed, and tentatively run his thumb across her forehead.
“You’re safe Nesta. Breath.” he murmured, bringing his other hand to her clenched fists, squeezing in reassurance, the fire around them not hurting him.
“It’s my fault...my fault” she whimpered, and sorrow and guilty hit Cassian just like earlier.
“Shhh.... Nobody can harm you” his thumb kept caressing her, trying to transmit comfort through his touch.
“I’m sorry...” she took a sharp breath, and Cassian could feel she tremble slightly.
“Nesta. Nesta.” he willed her hand to open, clutching it on his “Hush now xe r-endy, I’m here. Îebyr pe ixê.”
He kept talking in Illyrian, and she started to calm down, her breath coming in regularly and some tension leaving her body.
“That’s it sweetheart. You’re safe” Cassian tucked the blankets over Nesta, getting her comfortable.
“Cassian...stay” she grabbed his hand, eyes half open and laced with sleep, her strange and mysterious power faintly shinning on them.
“I will stay until you fall asleep” he replied.
And Cassian spent the rest of the night and early morning sitting on her bedroom floor. Holding her hand. And when the first of rays of sunlight appeared, he let go of her hand.
And he left Nesta’s room.
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Husband and Wife - 1/1 | RC - 5x19
A/N: Soooo long overdue, but here it is finally, @westallen94! (Another of your fics for staying spoiler-free for me in our DMs - this one is for doing it for 5x16. Many more to come.) The make-up sex following the convo where they uh...make-up, lol, in 5x19. Half this fic is directly pulled from the scene in the ep, fyi. Tagging @wanderer765 too b/c I know you wanted to see this.
Enjoy!
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Synopsis: 5x19 - Barry and Iris make up: an extended version of their last scene in the episode.
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“We should talk.”
Those words, which should’ve been a beacon of hope for Barry, still left him on edge and tense all the way home. The last time they had ‘talked’, their voices had risen, hurtful words had been spoken, and it left with them going their separate ways, madder and more hurt by each other than either thought would’ve been possible before.
How would this time be any different?
For starters, Barry realized Iris was much softer with him. It probably had something to do with the unwanted tension between them, but it made him respond with equal softness. Both of them wanted to be okay again. They just had to find a way through their currently buried anger and hurt to the love waiting for them on the other side.
At the doorway to their loft, they each hesitated, waiting for the other to walk in first. A strained laugh seeped out of them when they both tried to enter at the same time.
Barry cleared his throat. “You.” He gestured, even as she tried to say the same.
She went inside and took a seat by the table. He followed suit, and they sat in silence for a few achingly long seconds before finally Iris spoke up.
“I just wanted my family back together.” She paused. “Even if that meant doing something drastic like…time-travel.”
“Yeah, I get that. More than anyone,” he offered, recognizing even as he said it that he’d been the one to tear their little family apart.
“You were right about Thawne,” Iris continued. “I think he’s manipulating Nora. But I also believe him. Nora is back here in our time.”
Barry sighed, looking away, trying to gather his thoughts. Then he sat up in his chair and turned to his wife.
“I was wrong. I shouldn’t have left Nora, or- made that decision without you. Whatever it is that we have to figure out, we should’ve done it together. Family doesn’t leave family.”
“Well, I mean you weren’t the only one to make that mistake. I shouldn’t have gone to the future without you. I shouldn’t have left you like that. I mean, that was the same thing that I got so mad at you for.”
He hadn’t really been mad about that. After all, he deserved her not returning his calls for the way he had talked to her earlier. But she’d always been so loving and forgiving and grounded. He knew he couldn’t take away her part in their rift any more than he could take away his own.
“But…I know now that we can’t solve this if we don’t stick together,” she concluded.
He nodded seriously, but the worst of it was over. He couldn’t help the smile that slipped through.
“I can barely solve things with you, so without you…”
Her smile was brilliant.
“Are we making jokes already? Really?”
He leaned in, sifted his fingers through her hair, and pulled her to him, capturing her lips in a single breath. The kiss stirred their senses, made them feel like they were truly home again.
“Let’s bring our kid home.”
Iris hesitated before meeting his eyes.
“There’s something else that I wanted to tell you. Barry, the way that Thawne looks when he talks about Nora… I’ve only ever seen that in one other person. You.”
Worry crept into him again.
“What are you saying?”
“I think Thawne might actually care about Nora.”
Barry did his best to keep any panic from showing on his face. He’d always believed Thawne cared about no one but himself. Yet here Iris was saying he might care about Nora, their daughter. There was no one Barry trusted more than Iris.
And if Thawne did care about Nora and wasn’t just manipulating her for his own personal gain, that meant Nora probably sensed it and would lean into it after her father had abandoned her in the future.
Before he could fall any deeper down the rabbit hole and blame himself even more for acting so rashly, Barry felt Iris’ hands on his face. He heard her calling his name gently but firmly and finally looked at her.
“What?” His brow furrowed.
“She’s our daughter. Yours and mine. However Thawne feels about Nora won’t matter once you tell her you love her and you forgive her. Okay?”
It took a moment for him to react, and when he did, it wasn’t with a nod or a smile or some sort of verbal cue. He moved in quickly, feeling her hands tighten on his face when he kissed her. Then he picked her up and carried her towards the stairs. In an instant they were upstairs and undressing madly.
Once fully naked, Barry kissed Iris again, pulled her close to him, and picked her up, moving with her onto the bed. They didn’t speak, didn’t say one word. Barry didn’t know whether this could be labeled as make-up sex or if it was the result of Iris reassuring him about Thawne and Nora’s potential bond. What mattered was they were together, and they were desperate for each other, and for this moment at least, everything was okay between them again.
Hovering over Iris on the bed, Barry looked down into her deep, brown eyes. His own eyes had darkened with lust, and the tip of his tongue snuck out between his lips as his gaze traveled down her face to her parted lips waiting for him.
Iris’ hands tightly clutching Barry’s hair, she yanked him down to her for another smoldering kiss. Her body arched up against his as her calf slid over the back of his thigh, her toes digging into the sheets. She gasped when she felt his thumb on her nipple as he tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth. She trembled in his arms.
Barry’s hand covered one dark breast as his kisses moved across Iris’ jaw and down her neck.
Iris hissed when he sucked her sweet spot.
“Barry.”
She squeezed his body with her legs and rubbed her pussy against his sweaty skin.
“Shit, Iris.”
Moans escaped her as she bit her bottom lip hard and dragged her nails down his back, pushing her head further into the pillow and breathing heavily.
Barry’s cock was heavy on her stomach, and she was aching for it deep inside her. Still, he would not stop his ministrations – his mouth on her breasts, swirling, flicking tongue on her nipples; sweet, surrendering kisses down her torso, and his hands gripping her hips as he pressed a string of kisses over the top of her dark mound.
Iris’ chest started to heave when she felt his breath inside her. Her fingers held tightly to his sweaty locks of hair, her only thing left to hold onto after he lifted her legs up and held them firmly down on top of his shoulders.
He found her clit and vibrated his tongue around it in swirling circles, driving her pleasure up so she was gasping for air and nearly levitating off the bed. She tried to say his name, any form of it really, but she was overwhelmed with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, and she released her grip on his hair to clutch at the sheets on either side of her head instead.
She was close, so unbearably close, and Barry knew it. He was close too.
Without warning, he rose up, keeping her calves resting on his shoulders and pushed his cock into her dripping hole. At once, they both moaned loudly. Then Barry pulled back a little just to push in again. The steady push and pull of his thrusts drove them both to ecstasy. And when he sped up, fucking her to drive him over the edge, she cried out his name. Tears seeped down her cheeks as she came unraveled beneath his grip, Barry’s guttural groan finally pushing her over the edge.
“Fuuu-” Barry growled.
Then he released her and fell onto the bed beside her, complete putty in her hands when she reached for him moments later.
“That was make-up sex, right?” he asked, breathing heavily.
“Whatever it was, was fucking fantastic.” Iris chuckled darkly.
He turned his head to look at her and reached for her hand to kiss the back of it.
“I love you, Iris West-Allen.”
“I love you, husband.”
Chills raced down his spine. He kissed her ring finger, the diamond brushing his nose.
“Wife,” he said, stirring her possessive nature.
Re-energized, she moved on top of him, her eyes wide with excitement. Barry guided her steadily, and she hissed as her head tipped back when he found his way inside her again.
“Damn straight.”
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*will post on AO3 and FFnet when beta’d.
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𝙬𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 | 𝙩.𝙗
tobi brown x reader (part one)
warnings: loads of fluff and mild swearing
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notes: thank you so much for all the support for my first two simon fics 🥺❤. it means so much to me how many of you guys enjoyed reading them and i really hope you like this one
wc: 1,904 words
part two (coming soon) //masterlist
going to a wedding always entailed a few surprises and a few new friends.
y/n smiled as she walked into her longtime best friend’s apartment, lugging her luggage behind her after her really long flight. the apartment was just her best-friends style, minimalistic yet had certain flairs everywhere.
when her best friend had asked her to be her maid of honour, y/n knew she couldn’t refuse and accepted right away and after she had filed for three months of leave (she had a lot of overdue, so her boss was like ‘just take all of it’) she was off to london, helping her best friend plan for her big day.
“oh my god! y/n!”
speak of the devil.
a tall blonde woman sprinted into the living room in her socks after hearing the front-door shut before embracing the h/c woman in-front of her tightly. y/n laughed, hugging her best friend tightly as happy tears brimmed her eyes. she pulled away, looking into her best friend’s shinning green ones which were laced with tears as well.
“hey frey, it’s nice to see you too.” y/n said as freya sniffed a little bit, overwhelmed to see her best friend after not seeing her for the past two decades.
y/n had moved away from freya a few years after they started middle school together and hadn’t seen each other since then due to the fact that they were so far away from each other. although the distance was a bit of a dick, they didn’t let that obstacle be in their way and called each other everyday because as soon as they met, they each knew they would never find a better best friend.
they had planned to go to the same college but because of the distance and all the friends that y/n had made in her own country, freya and y/n knew that the arrangement would have to stick around for quite a while.
“so, how is the planning coming along?” y/n asked as she got acquainted with a cup of coffee in freya’s living room. freya let out an exasperated sigh as she sat down beside her with her own cup, leaning into the couch pillows.
“that bad huh?” y/n teased a little before taking a sip of the beverage in her hands.
freya shook her head, “it’s like the world doesn’t want me to get married.” y/n rolled her eyes at her best friend’s dramatic antics. “oh c’mon, it cannot be that bad frey.”
freya scoffed, “josh and i have been having disagreements about where we want it to happen all the way to what kind of flowers we want to put on the table.”
y/n suppressed a laugh by taking another sip of her coffee as she stared at freya’s annoyed expression.
“so when will i get to meet the person who puts up with your ass?” y/n said, snickering a little.
y/n had only briefly met her best friend’s fiancé through various facetime calls she had with freya and seeing how long they have been dating, y/n was glad that he had decided to finally put a ring on her finger.
freya rolled her eyes, “in a few minutes, he just finished filming with his friends and is coming over with his best man right now.”
y/n nodded as she watched freya sip her coffee. while freya and her fiancé had spent their years becoming some of the top influencers in the world, y/n had decided to make a sturdy living for herself by becoming an interior designer, working in one of the biggest interior design firms in the world.
she has watched some of their videos from time to time (especially when freya first introduced josh to her through one of their facetime calls, she needed to do some recon on this man who stole her best friends heart) but she mostly watched freya’s videos and streams, supporting her best friend from the sidelines as much as she could.
y/n was snapped out of her thoughts as she heard the jingle of keys in the hallway before the apartment.
“that must be them.” freya stated nonchalantly as she took a gulp of her coffee.
the front door swung open and in entered josh as well as a dude in a snapback, donning jeans as well as a hoddie with the word ‘ILLVZN’ plastered cleanly in the middle.
they were talking loudly as they entered, seemingly in a conversation about the video they were filming. y/n quirked an eyebrow at them as they only noticed the two girls on the couch a few seconds after they entered the room.
“oh, sorry girls, didn’t see you guys there.” freya looked over at josh before looking back at y/n, her expression on her face indicating that he was always like this and y/n couldn’t help but giggle.
“you must be josh.” y/n stated, smiling at the taller of the two men as she stood up, “i’m the girl your fiancée has been in love with since we were in middle school.” she said jokingly, sticking out her hand.
josh laughed a little, “ah, you must be y/n.” he took my hand, “i’m the guy who managed to put up with her ass for the last decade or more.”
a groan was heard from the mutual between the two before they turned towards her to see her glaring daggers at the two.
“i knew it was a bad idea for you both to meet.” she groaned as her best friend and fiancé started to laugh at her misery.
“y/n, this is my best man tobi.” josh introduced to the man standing behind him, “tobi, this is freya’s maid of honour, y/n.”
y/n smiled at tobi as she stuck out her hand, the same way she had done with josh, “you got roped in too aye?” she joked. tobi flashed her a toothy grin, “yeah, with this couple, it’s hard to know what to expect.” he joked back as he took her hand.
as soon as he did though, y/n felt a spark of electricity between them, shocking her a little as she looked at tobi’s face. and if he felt anything, he didn’t quite show it.
“well,” freya started, bringing the two new friends back to the apartment as they let go of each others hands, only to see freya hopping off the couch, “now that we are all acquainted, let’s get the planning started shall we?” she asked, excitement radiating off of her.
hearing about the couple’s arguments was one thing, seeing them doing it however, was a different issue.
tobi and y/n sat down at the dining table opposite each other, each with matching bored expressions as freya and josh argued about the smallest detail possible. what font to write the wedding invitations in.
y/n yawned as she twirled her pen, leaning her arm against the table as she laid her head on her hand as she listened to freya make her point for the 100th time this afternoon.
“i’m just saying josh, the aphrodite font does not go with the colour scheme of our wedding. it doesn’t even go with the guest list!”
y/n watched as josh rolled his eyes, “oh and your alex brush font is a better choice?”
freya scoffed, “it’s simple yet elegant and people can actually read it.”
they continued to bicker before y/n decided that she had enough.
“alright!” she said standing up, surprising the couple and tobi as freya and josh ceased their bickering. “you guys have been at this for the past four hours and that has included the colour and the theme of your wedding.”
y/n sighed as she pressed her fingers to her temple, massaging it for a few seconds before glancing at the wall clock realizing that it was nearly 7 o’clock.
“i think we’re all tired and a little bit famished.” y/n states, “how about tobi and i go get some food and leave you two to decide because if i’m being honest, all this arguing is making it seem like you guys have been married for a really long time.”
with that, she turned her attention away from the couple to the man sitting down opposite her, giving him a small smile as she noticed the admiration flashing across his eyes with a smirk on his lips.
“well, you heard the lady. see you both later.”
as soon as tobi and y/n stepped out onto the cold streets of london. y/n stopped for a little while as she took a deep breathe of the fresh air as she watched the cars pass by.
tobi walked a few more meters before noticing that his new friend wasn’t by his side, he turned back around to notice that she was staring at the streets, a small smile on her face.
he admired her for a little while (not creepily obviously), little puffs of air coming out of her nose.
y/n felt his eyes and turned back to him, catching his eyes. she gave him an apologetic smile before walking back to his side causing tobi to chuckle.
they walked in a comfortable silence, their stances matching with their hands in their jacket or hoodie pocket as they watched people continue about their busy days.
“so, you haven’t been to london before i assume.” tobi said, breaking the silence as y/n turned to him as she let out a small laugh, “is it that obvious?”
“a little.” he said back as they both laughed.
“how long have you known josh?” y/n said, getting more comfortable with the conversation.
“since highschool, we were in the same friend group and we actually lived down the street from each other so we walked home together everyday after school.” he glanced at y/n, “how about you and freya?”
“since middle school, i moved like a few years after we started and haven’t seen her since then.” tobi quirked his eyebrow in confusion, “you guys never met up?”
y/n shook her head, “money was a little scarce for me at the time and i didn’t want frey spending any money coming to meet me. we originally wanted to go to the same college but because of distance and the money issues, we just decided going to different colleges would be the best idea for us. we called and texted each other everyday though so... i probably wouldn’t change it for anything.”
tobi watched as a small smile appeared on her face, thinking through all the good memories freya and her had since she moved causing him to smile too as he thought about all his good memories with josh up till this moment.
“well, it must’ve been difficult to keep the friendship alive at times huh?” tobi asked as y/n nodded, “yeah, but somehow, just being able to talk to them for like 10 minutes or so, brighten up your day even more than you think it could, you know?”
y/n and tobi looked at each other for a few seconds and y/n swore she could feel the same electricity being coordinated between their eyes as when they first shook hands with each other.
“yeah, i know.” tobi said out, careful to not break the moment as they stared at each other for a few more seconds before y/n broke it, looking at the concrete before meeting his gaze once again with a small smile.
“so, nandos?”
#tobi brown x reader#tbjzl x reader#tbjzl imagines#tbjzl one shots#tobi brown imagines#tobi brown one shots#sidemen x reader#sdmn x reader#sidemen#sdmn#sidemen imagines#sidemen one shots#sdmn imagines#sdmn one shots#tbjzl#tobi brown
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Not a Word of This to Anyone! (Or: A Ticklish Spa Day) Part 1: Pedicure
A Star Trek Tickle Fic
Fandom: Star Trek TOS / AOS
Characters: Leonard Bones McCoy, James T. Kirk (McKirk at a stretch), Nyota Uhura, Christine Chapel
Warnings: Tickling
Word Count: 2,488
Summary:
Kirk and McCoy get roped into joining Chapel and Uhura on a spa day, which turns out to be a rather ticklish experience. They seriously regret their decision as they helplessly suffer through a pedicure and a full body massage.
Inspired by this gif:
(although I can actually picture AOS Kirk and McCoy even better in this one)
“So, what are you up to today, girls?” Kirk asked Uhura and Chapel over breakfast in the luxurious hotel most of his crew had booked into for shore leave on this amazing recreation planet’s gorgeous “Earth Island”, a resort specifically designed to cater to human tastes and needs. They had certainly earned some real R&R after what they’d been through recently.
“Oh, we’re treating ourselves to a long overdue spa day, aren’t we?” Uhura beamed, glancing at Chapel and sighing contentedly. “Want to join us?”
“Where’s Spock?” McCoy cut in quickly, hoping to distract Kirk before he started to seriously consider Uhura’s suggestion. “Is he skipping breakfast today? I haven’t seen him yet.”
Knowing Jim, the doctor was afraid that the captain might actually take Uhura up on her offer, and he really didn’t want to have a spa day. The thought of having his body touched and prodded for a whole day made him uneasy. He was … sensitive.
“Spock, Scotty and Pavel already left for a conference on warp engineering or whatever,” Uhura replied, rolling her eyes at the idea of wasting precious shore leave time on something like that.
To McCoy’s regret, however, Chapel took up the spa day subject again.
“So, what’s your answer, Captain? Doctor? Are you coming with us? Treat yourselves to some pampering, too?”
“I don’t think that’s for us,” McCoy muttered, casting Kirk a glance that clearly said, ‘Don’t even think about it!’ Which, of course, only served to pique the captain’s interest even more.
“Don’t be a spoilsport, Bones!” he exclaimed, giving McCoy his broadest grin. “I think that’s a splendid idea! We should definitely try it!”
“Oh, come on, Doctor,” Chapel chimed in. “You, of all people, seriously need to relax!”
“And I will,” McCoy insisted, “just not at a spa!”
“You’re not turning into a macho man, are you, Leonard?” Uhura teased, and the doctor knew that she had him. He just couldn't let her get away with an accusation like this.
“All right,” he grudgingly agreed, “maybe for a couple of hours. What are you starting with?”
“A pedicure,” Chapel smiled. “They’re so relaxing!”
“A pedicure?” McCoy gulped, sounding almost as horror-stricken as he felt. “How on earth can that be relaxing? I couldn't handle a pedicure, I’m far too…”
He broke off midsentence, catching himself just in time before giving away too much.
‘Ticklish!’ Chapel thought gleefully, silently completing the sentence.
That was why she’d suggested the pedicure in the first place. As a nurse, she knew a lot of intimate details about the crew members of the Enterprise, like people’s various tickle spots, for example, most of which were inevitably brought to light during physical exams. If a crew member was ticklish, Chapel probably knew it. And where, too. And she absolutely loved to exploit that knowledge a little, although no one would suspect.
McCoy, for example, was more than a little ticklish on the soles of his feet, as she’d found out when he’d sprained his ankle a while ago. Especially on his heels and the balls of his feet, which practically screamed for a little pedicure fun.
Chapel also knew that Kirk was seriously ticklish. He was incredibly sensitive on his belly. To the extent that she had to pin him down, his fingers desperately digging into her arms, whenever Dr. McCoy had to check his abdomen. She had no idea about the sensitivity of his feet, though. But she’d certainly like to find out.
“Well, let’s go!” Kirk threw his napkin on the table and got up. “Time’s a wastin’! There’s only so much shore leave left!”
McCoy shook his head at his friend’s enthusiasm, debating whether it was still possible for him to chicken out. But when he looked at the women’s challenging faces, he knew there was no way they’d ever let him live it down if he did. How he was supposed to live through a pedicure, however, he wasn’t so sure, either.
‘Dammit, I’ll somehow survive it,’ he thought, trying to convince himself. After all, a lot of people got pedicures, and a lot of people were ticklish. Especially on their feet. Although maybe not as acutely as he was. He suppressed a shudder.
Besides, just like physicians, pedicurists were bound to be trained in how not to tickle, weren’t they? As a doctor, and being excruciatingly ticklish himself, he was always careful to make his touch as little ticklish as possible, always very attentive to any tell-tale reactions, and trying not to tickle his patients more than necessary.
‘Not so, Christine’, he thought wryly. Over the years, working with her, he’d almost got the impression that she actually enjoyed tickling patients, and rather liked to exploit tickle spots when she found them. He’d even wanted to talk to her about it several times, but found the issue too embarrassing. Too close to home. So, he’d contented himself with trying to keep her away from the more ticklish patients, at least the ones he knew of. Like Jim or Chekov.
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Uhura and Chapel enjoyed themselves immensely, watching their friends having their pedicures. Like a lot of men, Jim and Leonard were clearly not used to having their feet touched, both of them quite obviously finding the procedure terribly ticklish, although dealing with it very differently.
While Kirk was just giggling away unashamedly, enjoying a good laugh and warning his pedicurist that he couldn't be held responsible for his reflexes and possible resulting injuries, if it tickled too much, as well as telling her that he didn’t think he could last all the way to the end, McCoy desperately tried to hide his growing distress, clearly deeply embarrassed about his ticklishness.
But Chapel guessed that his feet were way more ticklish than Kirk’s, and was pretty sure that he’d soon lose the fight. His lips pressed tightly together, his expression almost comically rigid, tears starting to spill from his eyes, he was a picture of ticklish agony.
No matter how hard he tried, the doctor couldn't hide what a harrowing ordeal this was for him. His spasming body treacherously betraying how the pedicurist’s ticklish touches were killing him. And she hadn’t even started on the serious scraping and scratching part, or used her super-weapon, the rotating pumice stone, yet.
Gripping the armrests of his chair so hard, his knuckles went completely white, McCoy did his best to keep a straight face and not show how unbearably it tickled. But the pedicurist, of course, immediately noticed his predicament and, exchanging a mischievous glance with her colleague working on Kirk’s feet, made her touches extra ticklish until the doctor finally burst out laughing and just couldn't stop again.
By the time the two pedicurists were done with their respective ‘victims’ first foot, the two Starfleet officers were a ticklish mess. Even Kirk’s laughter seemed forced now, and poor McCoy had nearly fallen off his chair several times, what with all his writhing and bucking.
And while the captain had issued a continuous, if incoherent stream of half-hearted pleas for mercy, which he’d seemed to get more serious about when his pedicurist had started to work his soles over with her spinning pumice stone, the doctor had been helpless to get a single word out from the moment he’d first erupted with laughter.
McCoy had been bouncing up and down in his seat like mad, shaking his head from side to side, holding on to the armrests for dear life, and visibly just hanging on by a thread, trying to somehow get through this excruciatingly ticklish ordeal.
Chapel couldn't tear her eyes away, mesmerised by how incredibly ticklish the doctor’s feet really were, and even Uhura was clearly enjoying the show.
Kirk regained his breath shortly after his pedicurist had finished his first foot, but it took McCoy almost a minute to calm down and stop giggling.
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“Enough,” the doctor finally gasped, “one foot is enough for life.”
“Oh, don’t be an infant!” Chapel and Uhura said almost at the same time, then looked at each other and burst out laughing while McCoy gave them his best scowl.
“I’ve had more ticklish patients, believe me,” his pedicurist said, grinning widely, and McCoy blushed furiously, hating to have his embarrassing ticklishness so bluntly addressed. Then she cheekily added, “At least I didn’t have to strap you down!”, the mere idea almost giving the doctor a heart attack. “But usually,” she continued with a reassuring smile that could or could not have been sincere, “once you’ve made it through your first foot, the second one isn’t so bad anymore. Your feet just need some time to get used to the sensation.”
McCoy was just about to politely decline, much rather enduring Uhura’s and Chapel’s eternal teasing than going through such atrocious tickling again, when Kirk challenged him, “Come on, Bones, you’re tougher than that! If I can take it, so can you. Besides, we haven’t laughed nearly enough lately. And you always say “laughter is the best medicine”, don’t you?”
“I never say that,” the doctor grumbled, but when he saw three pairs of eyes wickedly smirking at him, he put his second foot back up on the footrest with a sigh. So, his friends had discovered his greatest, most shameful weakness. He’d show them that he could take this like a man.
Only he couldn't. Not even for a second. He regretted his foolish decision the moment the pedicurist put her first tickle tool to use on his sensitive sole, causing him to instantly double over and dissolve into uncontrollable laughter once more.
The sensation was so unbearably ticklish, he couldn't even beg her to stop again, the air being forced out of his lungs as he helplessly fell into silent laughter. It most certainly didn’t tickle any less than it had on the other foot. In fact, it seemed to tickle even worse. Pure, unadulterated tickle hell.
Just the pedicurist’s grip on his toes, as she trimmed and filed his nails, was insanely ticklish, but the torture multiplied, when she started scraping his calloused heels, and again, when she set to work on the horrendously sensitive balls of his feet. He wriggled around in his chair, covering his face with his hands and laughing harder than he could ever remember.
McCoy vaguely noticed Kirk howling with laughter next to him, too, but his considerations whether or not Jim’s other foot also seemed to be more ticklish, were cruelly cut short when his pedicurist turned on this diabolical pumice device, clearly invented by the devil himself with the sole purpose to tickle him to death.
Suffering through the longest, and certainly most humiliating minutes of his life, he didn’t even care what a ridiculous and sorry sight he must be anymore. All he cared about was for this horrendously ticklish nightmare to finally be over.
One might almost think the pedicurist was prolonging his ordeal on purpose, but then again, she might just be doing her job, without any intention to torture him. After all, his feet had always been unspeakably ticklish. Definitely his second most ticklish spot.
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Watching the men writhe and wriggle, doubled up with laughter over a simple pedicure, was greatly entertaining for Uhura and Chapel. And when Uhura asked her friend in a whisper, “Do you think they’re tickling them deliberately?” the nurse just nodded with a huge grin on her face.
They certainly were. Not only were they still going strong, while the women’s feet were long finished, but even though Chapel knew that McCoy’s feet were horribly ticklish, and had anticipated the spinning pumice stones to seriously torment him, this was way more intense than your average pedicure.
She almost pitied Kirk and the doctor. Almost. It was just too much fun to see the strong and proud men being tickled out of their minds. For a tickle fiend like Chapel, this was almost too good to be true. But Uhura didn’t seem to mind too much, either, Christine thought wryly. But then, of course, it was “only tickling”, right?
When the men’s ordeal was finally over, and they slowly recovered, wiping the tears off their faces, McCoy taking considerably longer to regain his breath and his composure than Kirk, Chapel couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that the fun was over again already. Therefore, the pedicurists’ unexpected next words totally made her day.
“You poor guys!” McCoy’s pedicurist sweetly smiled at both men, the sympathy on her face appearing almost genuine. “You really have it bad, don’t you? To make up for all the suffering you’ve just gone through, we’d like to offer you a full body massage at half-price, if you’re interested.”
Kirk and McCoy immediately declined, clearly just wanting to get the hell out of this torture chamber, hopping off their chairs as soon as their tormentors released their feet, and hastily putting on their socks and shoes. But when one of the pedicurists grinned and gave Chapel and Uhura a mischievous wink, the two women instantly got the message and started talking their friends into accepting the offer.
“This is one of the most famous spas in the whole galaxy!” Uhura gushed. “You’re so lucky!”
“She’s right, Doctor! Captain?” Chapel agreed. “They’re always fully booked. People pay good money to even get a spot, and you’re being offered one right away. And at a 50% discount, too! You’d be crazy not to take it!”
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“Thanks, but no, thanks,” McCoy croaked, his voice still hoarse from shrieking with laughter, a panicked look creeping onto his face, as he recognised all the signs of Kirk actually contemplating the offer.
“Well, I could certainly use a good, relaxing massage now,” the captain smiled at his pretty pedicurist. “Come on, Bones! You’ve been pretty tense, too, lately!”
Of course, Jim would fall for a lovely face and a suggestive smile, the doctor thought angrily. And maybe he should. Just because McCoy was too damn ticklish, why shouldn’t his friend enjoy a good massage?
“I’ll pass,” he said, trying to sound amiably despite his feet still tingling and twitching irritatingly. “You just go ahead, and I’ll find something else to do today.”
“Oh, come on, Bones, give it a chance!” the captain all but whined, “Just one little massage, and then we’ll do whatever you want for the rest of the day.”
McCoy heaved a sigh. Who could resist Jim’s puppy dog eyes? And when Chapel smirked at him and suggested, “You could always ask for your feet to be excluded!” it became a matter of pride. This was ridiculous. Surely, he could get a massage without being tickled half to death!
And practically already feeling the soothing effects of strong hands kneading the muscles in his tight neck and back, he grudgingly nodded and followed Kirk and the two pedicurists across the beautifully kept lawn of the resort to the massage parlour.
Part 2: Full Body Massage
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