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akiraiscute · 3 months

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Spencer Reid X Overthinker!Fem!Reader

Tw : Angst, stalking, Spencer being a dumbass in this, talks of murder !!

S1 EP18. Spoilers ahead for this !!

God, the way you sorta blew up spencer’s phone with questions about gideon and him.. you were a overthinker honestly, just like reid and maybe thats why you guys were sorta aliked besides from him being a actual genius and you just now join it with him while being a nerd but.. not much of a nerd like he is, which made you admire him from afar. Everyone noticed it at least only hotch, gideon, Derek, elle and JJ noticed it and each time they mentioned it in front of them while he was completely being oblivious, it sorta made you wanna hit them but yet you didn’t as he hasn’t even question more then three times after each mention. You just quickly started to talk about something he really like and then he got distracted which was always so adorable to you.. he was kind, smart as fuck, sweet, good lucking and pretty! Maybe he was everything you wanted in a guy honestly.. even if he’s your co-worker and that’s completely unprofessional to think about dating him, you couldn’t even stop yourself from trying to think about him in the most randomest times! And yet, every time you thought about asking him to go on a date with you, you always kept coming up with reasons why not too and the main reason was " i don’t wanna affect my friendship with him, he’s my best friend and if i ask. That would totally ruin everything and it’ll be awkward when im around him! " which always made you stop thinking about it.

Yet each time he’s brought up, derek or even elle would tease you about it! It made you even more embarrassed as they did already know why you couldn’t tell him, they already profiled you when you joined the team really.. what did you expect though from them? As he was brought up the moment the team had a case which Gideon and Reid were already there in LA, Derek calling you lovergirl which made you slap his arm hard and kept listening to JJ’s explaining before hotch saying.

“Wheels up in 30.”

You got up as you went to your desk quickly to get your go-bag, trying to escape Derek’s endless teasing about your tiny work crush on your own best friend. You didn’t even get why you had to pick your best friend to have a crush on but you couldn’t really blame yourself since he made you feel safe, comfortable and even kind to you. JJ explained on the airplane, the case as it may of just happened, two people shot. One person in the head and the other three times in the chest, got shot by a 22. (Idk, im jst going off of the episode as of right now😭) main reason why the team was taking up this case was as because gideon and reid were in LA, and doing a fbi blah blah.. they looked at the scene and the main officer told them about how there was many more cases jst like this. Which is a good enough reason to go to LA but god did you hate the heat of LA sometimes… and how popular the last kill was and the person who could killed which also meant, a lot of eyes on you and even people taking pictures of the team and that kinda.. made you overthink a lot in the plane and you tried to distract yourself as you usually do by rereading each one of the murderers until you ended up in LA with the team. Which was sooner than you thought but you were glad, no more silence which always sorta triggered your overthinking as when something happened and when you can’t get over it, yourself and a place is too quiet you can start overthinking every single little bit of the something until it makes you breakdown. (Im sorry if you can’t understand, im jst putting on what happens to me when i overthink😭) and being around profilers, sometimes meant too much quietness and thats why you usually talked to reid or derek or jj or elle. Just someone who can distract you from the silent. And peope who can know when you’re a ticking time bomb when something that you couldn’t control but it hurts you deeply happens which.. you just had a bad feeling about this case and the last case made you uncomfortable to even think about as well so. You were really a ticking time bomb sometimes and that sometimes happened at work which always lead you to calm down in the bathrooms.

As the team explained to Detective kim the profile of the unsub, there was this short man knocking on kim’s door and said.

“Excuse me, hi.. is there a Detective kim here?”

“Right here.”

“Uh, you’re heading the investigation of the Natalie Ryan murder?”

“Yes..?”

“Uhm.. my- i have a client, she uh.. is there any place we can be private?”

“We all are working this murder.”

“Well, uh. She received a note, my client did.. and she freaked out. I told her not to worry bout it.”

“Where’s the note.?”

Derek asked as the short guy brought out the note, you looked him up and down. It was sorta clear that he was kinda uncomfortable but still wanted to show the note that this client girl freaked out over, as your curiosity got the sorta better of you. You wanted to see it also, but held still fo let morgan read it at least, you leaned against the wall on a tiny and short bookshelf to keep yourself there.

“Where’s your client?” (Hotch)

“She’s waiting in the other room.”

“Reid, (N/N) [your nickname !]. Go with derek..” (Still hotch)

You and reid follow derek immediately as you held a straight face while walking besides spencer. You were glad that he was already at least, at least he seemed alright? Anyways, you three walk to the other room and see a blonde girl. Wearing makeup and a blue shirt before you and derek could say anything..

“Lila?”

Spencer said as you turned to him, shocked even before shaking your head and focusing on the girl named Lila it seemed.. Lila turn her head to see Spencer and she looked shocked.

“Hi..”

Lila smiled at spencer, you already knew that smile.. you bit the inside of your lip, now overthinking who she was really. Spencer didn’t really mention her in his texts, not at all… god fuck you can’t overthink everything, if he likes her then you’ll have to deal with it as you want him to be happy.. with anyone.. (mainly you) Lila only gave you a glance as you seemed a bit shocked, her glance seemed a bit off to you really and that just made your feeling about everything even worse, god you can’t stand yourself sometimes.. Derek was looking at you already, probably knowing what’s going through your head by now as he sighed.

“How well did you know Natalie Ryan?”

“We spoke when we saw each other in public but we were never friends.”

“How about wally menill?”

“What?”

“Wally Menill, he’s a producer who was killed a couple of months ago?”

“The paper said it- it was a robbery.”

“Well, the paper was wrong.”

“Did you know him?” (Elle!!)

“We- we met a few times about a project but.. i didn’t get the part, they went a different way.”

“Which way?”

“He casted another Actre—.. Oh my god.”

“What is it?”

“He casted Natalie Ryan.” (The short man😭)

“You owe me.” (Derek)

Lila sighs loudly as Derek says that, she put her head in her hands and leaned a bit down which worried you of course, if she was sick you would off put a trash can next to her at least as you stood next to elle, crossing your arms a but lower than Hotch’s.

“I guess, that’s one way to ice out the competition..”

“Don’t look at me. I brought her into the police station.”

“Have you ever sense someone is watching you, following you?” (Gideon)

(IM GETTING REAL TIRED OF THEM TALKUNG OMG!) As to that, Lila explained how she was as reid looked concerned for her, explained some. She looked concerned as she looked up at hotch asking if the people are getting murdered just because of her, which was probably true. Afterall, this stalker or some sorta is killing each rival she may have.. but of course hotch didn’t want lila to worry at all so he tried to say might but ending up saying it so possibly wrong.. she got up immediately, being upset as she walked the other way and you followed after her. Maybe she was being uncomfortable with all the men in the room so she just needs another woman to help her at least? You followed her and catched up, a bit worried ss if you’re acting like she was a friend of yours which in reality.. any friend of spencer reid is a friend of yours honestly, he almost always tries to introduce you to meet new people at the bar or at least besides on a case.

“Maam!”

“What!?..”

“Im sorry, are you alright.. do you need a bag or maybe something that could make you feel better?”

“I- no..! I don’t want that from somebody i don’t know!..”

“Maam, im just trying to help..”

“I don’t care..!”

She ran off again, you sighed a bit as reid came into view. Looking more worried than ever, as you were about to say something he asked

“Do you think she’s okay?”

You can understand the worrying but didn’t she just yell at you?! Was he blind or something?! You already knew that answer to be a no, you looked at him with shock before shaking your head and making it turn into a poker face as you looked that what he was looking at. Which was the god damn door..

“I don’t know Spence.”

You didn’t wanna overthink it but, you did. You really did, you bit the insane of your lip again. Biting down on it, like hard enough to cause it to bleed as you walked back to the others, derek already taking notice of you and so did elle. Elle gave you a pity look as you rolled your eyes, putting your defensive mask on as you didn’t even wanna be profiled as you try to work on the profile.

ANDDD, yes im putting these into parts, i can not deal with this as of right now- my day is just horrible honestly but ima not vent on here but anyways!! Have another spencer reid fanfic bc im bored asf and writing too many anime ones as im still working on the case bro😭😭 anyways. Hope yall have a good day!! Bye!!

— Akira.. Akira logging off!

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#akiraiscute #akira’s short stories #x reader #<3 #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #s1 #ep 18 #spoilers #angst #dumbass spencer #light angst

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thegoblinboy · 2 years

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Broken Glasses -

Written by Eddiethegreatteddybear

Day One of a month challenge

Ignore the fact that Dirty Dancing came out a year after the events in stranger things- I didn’t realize that lol

1. broken glasses | Steve and Eddie lay low at his place to keep the town from killing Eddie’s dumbass. In the process Ed proves that he can be a valuable friend to Steve. (While shamelessly flirting, which goes over Steve’s oblivious head.”

Steve has always needed some form of glasses. But the second he found out about contacts he refused to touch the flimsy frames ever again. Not wanting to be known as, “the four eyed” Harrington but rather the “King” Steve or the “Hair” Harrington. Anything but bug eyes. Of course there were occasions where he did wear them. But those occasions always included his house and no one else. Though he always kept them on him just in case. Most times in his glove department of his car, if he accidentally loses one of his contact lenses doing something.

Today had been the same routine for him. Wake up, nearly walk into a wall to go to the bathroom, brush his teeth, shower, put his contact lenses in and then leave to go pick up Robin for work. At first he never brought his glasses anywhere even if he did loose one of his contact lenses. Though after Star court he decided just to carry them around just in case. Remembering how bad his vision was when they had finally escaped. That and the horrible headache from squinting so much.

When he was out cold in the Russians torture chair one of his contacts had somehow gotten stuck to the back of his eye lid. Then when he would blink they would move further up to a place that was difficult to grab them from. You would think he would think he’d remember all of the pain that he was put through, but nope. He only remembers how horribly agitated his eyes were when he was finally at safety. Of course he couldn’t wear his lenses for too long before they started to become annoying.

Of course throughout everything that had been going on he had totally forgotten to go home and change them. To busy trying to get out of the upside down, protecting the kids and simply surviving. Then when Nancy… when Nancy was lifted up into the air and- god it was brutal. Steve hasn’t really had a chance to really take her death in. Shuddering a little bit he makes sure to lead Eddie up to his house without being seen.

Sure, they may have just cleared his name to the police a few moments ago but that wasn’t going to spread completely around town until the next few days. Steve’s eyes water a bit at the thought of Nancy and of course he blinks wrong and one of his lenses fall out and somewhere on his steps. His right eye completely going blurry and the contrast between his two eyes was giving him a headache within seconds.

“Shit!” He curses stepping back a little, stumbling a bit holding his right eye that wouldn’t stop watering. Sometimes it felt like the lenses would just keep all of the water in his eye.

Eddie didn’t know what was going on and his first reaction is to jump in one of the side bushes scared that someone had seen him. Poking his head out a little to look around, leaves now stuck in his hair and a very pale looking face he stays hidden. Only hearing Steve grumble a bit as he’s forced to pull the contact lense from his other eye. His eyes not leaving the other teenager as he moves his hands out trying to find the railing to his stares so he could walk up the steps. But nearly falls on his ass in the process, wincing as he hurts the bites on his side.

Grumbling a little, and to panicked to really feel embarrassed he looks around squinting trying to find Eddie. “Eddie?” He whisper yells as he moves almost like Frankenstein holding his hands out so that he didn’t run into anything.

“What the fuck are you doing Harrington? Stop goofing around.” Eddie hisses back as he was paranoid enough to believe this would catch someone’s attention. Both of them were exhausted and sore from fighting and there was nothing more that Eddie wanted then to just lay down and sleep for a few hours.

“I can’t see, can you help me?” Steve whispers back not really effected by the others snapping.

“Your eyes look perfectly fine to me.” Eddie snips again as he moves a little causing a few twigs to snap under his feet. Feeling bad when he sees Steve quickly turn in his direction. He’s pretty sure the other just shat himself out of fear.

“Well- I’m not. My contact lenses fell out and I really can’t see. I’m not being dramatic. Can you um- just go to my glove box and grab my glasses so that I can get us inside.” He whispers as he blinks fast trying to make his eyes less blurry.

Eddie looks at him skeptical, but realizes that the other was dead serious. Groaning he moves running to the car opening the side door as he clicks the glove box half way open before grabbing the only pair of glasses in there. Rolling his eyes at how irresponsible the other seemed to be with them. They had not been in their box, and seemed to be already broken. Tape covering them in a lot of spots.

He moves back over to Steve his chain dangling from his pants as he moves putting them on the others nose. He can’t help but look slightly amused at how big the others eyes get when they are on. “There you go.” He mumbles softly before he’s seeing the other gather himself before once again leading up to the house.

After that everything seemed to be perfectly fine. All the curtains were shut and Eddie made sure to stay out of sight. Eddie was the first to shower while Steve cooked them dinner. The second Eddie was out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist he moves to the kitchen. “Hey, can I borrow some clothes?” He asks curious with a raised eyebrow.

Steve looks up as he awkwardly nods his head biting his lip trying not to look at the other. He leads the way to his room where he moves to his closet as he opens it. “Um- you can choose anything that you want.” He says as he moves to grab underwear and a pair of sweatpants for the other. When he turns back around he sees the other looking slightly impressed at how many Queen, Metallica, and other band t-shirts he had.

“I thought you didn’t listen to metal?” Eddie questions looking over at Steve who shakes his head no with a chuckle.

“I don’t, I only listen to Queen out of all of those. They’re actually my cousins, but he decided that he didn’t want them anymore and gave them to me and my parents told me to take them.” He admits before adding. “You probably could steal most of those if you wanted. I don’t even know half the bands in there.” He chuckles as Eddie’s eyes go wide before he’s going through the hung up shirts that were clearly not worn all that much.

Steve sees that his David Bowie shirt was in the mix and it seems like it caught Eddie’s interest. “I don’t know how that got mixed with those, but you’re going to have to pry this shirt from my cold dead hands.” Steve says quickly snatching it as Eddie gasps. Though it seems like he’s also a tad surprised.

“If I weren’t naked I would totally tackle you for that shirt.” He huffs as he moves taking a Black Sabbath shirt that he can’t help but smile brightly at it as Steve gives him his other clothes before walking out.

“I finished dinner up so when you’re done it’ll be on the stove. I’m going to be in the shower.” He says simply as he enters the bathroom closing it behind him with a click that was loud enough for Eddie to catch.

Eddie on the other hand quickly changed in the boys room, moving to the others mirror as he starts to fix his hair to look nicer before going down to the kitchen. He licks his lips as he realizes the food was not boxed or canned. Thank god. He eats a lot of it, but makes sure to leave some for Steve. Thinking of the other he already decided he would enjoy prancing the other a lot.

So he sneaks near the bathroom where he hears the water running, and a soft little hum. He shakes his head amused before he’s opening it gently not making any noise. He sees that the mirror is heated up and covered. He looks down and snatches the others glasses, and the contact lenses container’s. Going back to the living room where he starts to explore a little. He’s never been good on following the normal social cues. He was sure this was one of those things that would be considered rude.

Plopping down on the couch he turns on the tv where he can see that the tape was rewinding. When it starts to play he gasps surprised when he sees it’s dirty dancing. “Oh- oh my god.” He starts laughing. Who knew Steve was into this kind of stuff. Though he was sort of enjoying how surprised he was whenever something he had guessed about the other was wrong.

He moves letting the movie play checking out the full stack. Back to the Future, Top Gun, the Goonies, the Breakfast Club, footloose and a few other movies he didn’t recognize. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he hears the bathroom door open and cursing from the hallway.

“Munson did you take my glasses? And contacts?” Steve says sounding a tad annoyed as he moves his hand across the wall as he leads himself to the living room. Squinting and not having the best balance. He had a baggie shirt on now that went passed his knees and a pair of shorts. He honestly looked adorable. Eddie can’t help but snicker as he teases the other.

“Maybe.” He hums as he sits up on the couch now on his knees after moving from the floor. “Maybe not.” He says having a shit ass grin on his face as he watches Steve roll his eyes.

“Oh come on. Give them to me.” He complains one of his hands going on his hips. He reminded Ed of a annoyed Mother.

“Nope, you’re going to have to sing to me first.” He says as he moves to the button and starts to fast forward the tape to the end.

“Oh for gods sake, I’m not singing.” Steve grumbles as Eddie snorts.

“Well I guess you aren’t seeing either.” He hums as he stands up catching on to how the other was stumbling over to grab him. Eddie had predicted this would happen and set the others glasses and case on top of the tv. He smirks as he moves out of the others reach before he moves shoving the other playfully to the corner. Well leading him there.

“I’ll give you a hint of what I want, ‘no body, no body puts baby in the corner.’” Eddie can see the others surprise and how the others face goes red. Eddie laughs as he steps back and presses play on the now pauses movie letting the first few lyrics play through. He can see from the corner of his eye that the couple on screen was about to dance.

“If you tell anybody about this I swear to-“ Steve starts but is interrupted to Eddie starting to sing the lyrics. He had no shame.

“Just remember, you’re the one thing. I cant get enough of, so I’ll tell you something, this could be love,” Eddie’s singing obnoxiously but Steve’s face was red because the others obnoxious sounded amazing.

“Come on Harrington, just sing it and you’ll get your stuff back. I have them hidden.” Eddie rambles out laughing at the others reaction as he really wanted to pick on the other. This would be a story.

Steve grumbles as he finishes the chorus with arms crossed over his chest under his breathe.

“Oh Harrington! That wasn’t even loud enough louder!” Eddie’s giggling like a idiot. To be truthful he was sort of doing this to distract the other from Nancy. When he seen it happen to Chrissy he was a mess. He moves forward grabbing the others hand pulling him forward laughing a little more at the others stumbles. The others foot steps on his and honestly it was such a Steve thing to do he couldn’t be bothered.

“This could’ve been easy, but no you didn’t want to listen to me. So now you’re going to have to dance like baby in dirty dancing or else I’m not letting you sleep tonight.�� He says with a chuckle hearing the other boy groan. Though he hesitates as he can’t see, and Eddie catches onto the others worries.

“Just close your eyes, I’ll lead you.” He hums as he moves the other twirling him as he adds, “now you better get this verse this time or so help me.”

“Fine! But you’re singing along I’m not doing it by myself.” Steve grumbles shyly.

“Oh my! This can’t be the same Steve that jumped in the lake! Are you afraid of just a little singing.” Eddie teases as he watches the other start to catch onto the dancing and relaxing his awkward body.

“I’ve had the time of my life, No, I’ve never felt this way before, Yes, I swear, it’s the truth, and I owe it all to you.” When Steve started to sing Eddie did and it doesn’t take them both long to be screaming the lyrics from the top of their longs laughing in the process as they dance. Both letting off steam from the horrible experiences they’ve just had. Though Steve nearly falls on his face again and Eddie decides this is enough. Both their faces pink from laughing as he moves leading the other to the tv putting his glasses on the other.

“You look so dorky.” He says with a smile. Steve rolls his eyes chuckling, “shut up.”

Though nothing seemed like much right now, Eddie’s sure he just made a new friend. Surprised that it was Steve of all people. “Now go eat and I’ll help clean up your bandages before bed.” Eddie says joking around and smacking the others ass.

Steve wasn’t used to the others personality. But this all just made sense to him and he didn’t read to far into it. He jumps at the others slap rolling his eyes, though he was secretly amused as he moves to the kitchen now able to see.

“Alright Dad.”

“I hope you know, I prefer Daddy!” Eddie says loudly from the living room.

Steve’s at the counter feeling flustered not used to dirty jokes, unsure what he just got himself into. Though he secretly can’t help but feel greatful for the other. Even though it was just for a few minutes the other helped him forget about the shitty world for a little bit.

#omg this is one of my favorite one shots so far I completly went with it there #stranger things #steveharrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #eddie stranger things #steve x eddie #steveddie #bxb #happypridemonth #happy pride 🌈#pride oneshot

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i-need-air · 3 years

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"Dude" — Bakugou Katsuki x Reader [P.2]

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The new message plastered on your phonescreen earned a small smile from you. After a couple of days of sitting together at the same table due to Mei dumping your lonely ass for her babies, Mina suggested to text just to keep in contact more often. Something you did not expect was to be thrown in a group text with her and her friends.

They were absolutely hilarious; until recently they found out you had decent grades and started asking for your assistance, bugging you to join their study sessions, adding something about Bakugou being an absolute beast whenever he tutors them.

Pinky: Aww sucks that you're not coming! You're missing out Bakugou strangling Kaminari lmfao

You rolled your eyes in amusement. Why of course he'd be doing that.

What a strange little man. He really was; just as you started sitting with them, he'd mainly mind his own business, wearing his normal resting gremlin face and poking his food as if he was practicing murder just for the sake of it. First he orders you to sit with them, then he turns into an antisocial bastard most of the times. Yet, somehow, lunch with them was delightful and you found yourself looking forward to spend time with them, hear about their amusing stories and to top it all, making fun of The Great Bakugou Katsuki turned the whole event into a whole different level of fun.

As you weren't completely oblivious, his wandering eyes were really hard to miss anyway; you'd catch his gaze from time to time and he'd look away, annoyed, grunting like the man-child he actually was. Infuriating; how your heart skipped every single time it happened and how you wanted to have those deep crimson orbs on you again and again.

One thing you did not want to do was to leave Mei to the side; whenever she couldn't hang out she would inform you and you'd find something else to entertain yourself with; in occasions you did march in her workshop and sat your royal ass down without permission. Like as you did today, sitting in silence, you enjoyed the normal machinery sounds and her focused hums as she worked with you by her side. It was calming. The much needed calmness that you craved.

It's been a couple of weeks after the glorious incident and you have been noticing how your classmates, mostly the popular ones, started giving you the stink eye; your spidey-senses very much aware that it had to be Midori's doing yet the girl was keeping a very low profile. The hairs on the back of your neck rising whenever you thought about her next step because this level of radio silence was suspicious.

Between your growing interest into the blond and the dread related to your nemesis, Mei stopped her hard work to frown at you.

"Something's on your mind?" She probed, adjusting her goggles better on her head. "You're awfully quiet~"

Through a small giggle, you nodded but took some time to answer. "I guess?"

"Let me rephrase that." She cleared her throat dramatically "Someone's on your mind?"

A sharp gasp left your lips, realization kicking in; you had Hatsume Mei's full attention for the first time ever. In the workshop. Where her babies were! About to point it out, she narrowed her eyes at you, zooming onto you.

"[Y/N]." It's all she needed to say before you looked down, mind on one person in particular, not noticing how your friend smiled fondly to herself as she placed her hands on her hips; she chuckled lightly.

"Mind sharing what's funny with the class, Mei?" You asked trying to decrypt her expression still locked on you. She shrugged and shook her head, her wild pink locks moving wildly.

"OI, WERD—" the brash voice interrupted itself in reconsideration. The owner of said voice clicked his tongue and entered her workspace with indifference, looking around. "My gauntlets fixed?" He asked, curiously checking the lone couch in the corner, then turning his glare at her.

Ignoring his question, Mei's inquisitive gaze locked on him. "Are you looking for someone?"

It was as if she pressed a Total Destruction button because even the hairs on his head spiked up more than normally as he threw her a bloodshot glare.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I LOOK FOR [Y/N]?! I DON'T EVEN CARE WHERE—"

"I didn't mention [Y/N] at all though." she cheerily retorted, seeing his position stiffen even more.

"WHAT— WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT— WHO EVEN IS [Y/N]?!" Word-vomit took over; he was shaking at this point, panicked and cringing at his own mistake. "I'm SO FUCKING DONE with people giving me SHIT about that dumbass!" he kicked a table trying to prove a point but the girl was unimpressed.

"So you do know [Y/N]."

"YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU, GOGGLES! Fucking bothersome assholes always buttin' in—" his voice started fading into the distance as he walked out, fuming with nerves.

She blinked before screaming "What about your gauntlets?" through a smile.

"OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, GIVE ME—" he appeared once again, agitated.

A wave of lava filled your chest as she told you casually, even trying to copy the way he talked, making you laugh in exchange. You shouldn't feel that way, shouldn't you? It was ridiculous since he truly only insulted you and screamed in your general direction; well, it seems he screamed in every direction but it wasn't the point. The point was the warmth in your chest only gave you hope and the still functioning part of your brain begged to differ.

"He's a good guy." You whispered, suddently shy under Mei's knowing gaze.

And he called her Goggles too. You giggled fondly.

—

A few days later, wild gutural screams made you jolt from your desk in panic. You would've recognized that voice anywhere by now so you rushed towards the infirmary door just to find professor Aizawa and two cocoons made of his scarf behind him. His eyebrow was twitching and had a dark aura around him, eyes glowing menacingly but not directed to you.

"I'll fucking kill you—"

"But Kaccha—"

"Silence." The irritated and tired looking man said entering the room, dragging said cocoons behind him, knocking one in the door and pulling harder. You cringed, sure thinking he wasn't having a good day.

"OOF— What the shit was that?" The bundle started to shake uncontrollably which made you giggle. It stopped; halted and froze in place listening attentively as you tried to hide your laughter, trying not to annoy the teacher that seriously gave off a whole Done with life aura.

"You must be [L/N]." he pointed out, undoing one of the cocoons, a big fluffy broccoli like head appearing, big green eyes trying to focus.

"Yes, sir."

"They're beaten. Broken leg and broken rib. Can you heal them or should we wait for Recovery Girl?" The dark haired man went straight to business.

"I can handle that so no need to wait for her."

"Good. I'll leave them in your care." With a nod, he also released the blond, making him tumble and fall on his face. The poor guy groaned but bolted up with a raised fist.

"Behave." The older man said walking away, not really caring about Bakugou's heated muttering. The door shut gently and you found yourself looking at two boys; one fuming and avoiding your eyes, the other on the floor, staring up at you. His leg looked wonky so you fought back a face of discomfort before going to his aid.

"You." You pointed at Bakugou then at the bed. "Sit." A grin spread on your face as you used his words, meanwhile you leaned down to help Midoriya Izuku.

His eyes were absolutely intimidating, as if the boy tried to search within your soul as you helped him up.

"My name is [L/N] [Y/N] and I'm going to heal you today." He returned your smile with ease and nodded, his fluffy green hair shaking through the action.

"I'm—"

"Midoriya Izuku, yes. You're pretty popular, you know?" His face went all red, taken back by the fact.

Curses could be heard behind both; your hand was supporting Midoriya's weight as he only hopped ahead with his good leg, leaded towards a bed. Shuffling sounded too, still accompanied with another round of indistinguishable curses and grunts.

When the green-haired boy was securely placed, you turned towards the other, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed furthest away from Midoriya, pouting adorably.

"So you've got a broken rib, right?"

"What's it to you?" It was his turn to be a petty little shit and copy your words, still not looking up. His leg was shaking and his posture looked uncomfortable so it was not the time to get into your usual bickering.

"Lay down." He tsk-ed sharply. "Please." You pleaded, pursing your lips at his childish attitude. He finally snapped his eyes on you, just slightly widened in what could be surprise but you couldn't tell. All that mattered was that he ended up doing what you said. Though with more huffing, as if it bothered him immensely.

"Ya happy now?" He snapped.

"Very! Now—" you're taken back yet again by the intensity of those green eyes that looked between you and Bakugou with interest. "I'm gonna have to give you an anesthesic and adjust your leg back in place before healing you—"

Like a working bee, you ran around the infirmary getting your syringe ready, a little bit too nervous as two pair of eyes burned into your back.

"Where do you know each other from, Kacchan?" Izuku asked. Even if his leg hurt like a bitch, he couldn't help but be curious about the person Kacchan has been having lunch with for the past weeks; but what type of response could you get from the one and only?

"Mind your own damned fucking business!"

You sighed, irritated but the nickname didn't fly above your head. In all means, he shouldn't be screaming. He had a broken rib and he was screeching like an idiot. Didn't it hurt to even breathe?!

"Bakugou, you need to lay low and shut up."

There wasn't any time to play around; Midoriya behaved exemplary, just barely wincing at the syringe probing his knee but did not complain at all. The polar opposite of the blond beds away.

After letting the anesthetic to take effect, you moved towards the guy that's been living rent free in your head. He looked beaten up, had a bloody nose, open-wounded knuckles and shaky hands.

"Okay, I need you to relax." You whispered, trying to lift his tank-top but he stopped your wrist.

"The fuck yOu doing?!" his voice cracked momentarily while hyperventilating.

"Dude, take slow, steady breaths. In order to heal you I need to touch the skin closer to the wound." It wasn't entirely true but not exactly a lie either. After a pause for consideration he nodded but his eyes remained wary. "You've seen me do it before! Now show me where it hurts."

You needed concentration, focus, steady hands, rock-hard abs and tanned skin— Nooooo, [Y/N]!

All your might; all of it to act nonchalant and professional, to not fucking stare like a degenerate because he was absolutely built. But you couldn't help it. You couldn't help placing your palm on his ribs gently, instead of just the tip of your fingers as you normally would've needed. His sigh of relief made you incredibly giddy, feeling accomplished and fulfilled knowing you've done a great job for him. You also couldn't help healing his most visible wounds one by one instead of doing it all together in one single touch.

Were you flustered? Definitely and his attention only made it worse. You picked one of his hands and he spasmed away but ultimately gave in with a choked grunt; then grabbed the other and channeled your energy into his body.

Your heads were tilted downwards, both staring at how his knuckles healed slowly. What neither him or you noticed was how all his scratches and bruises all over him healed too, or the prying eyes of a third wheel that was already taking notes of your quirk.

"Okay." You whispered, not really wanting to let go. Your brain screamed Dishonor! but your heart skipped a beat, then another, then exploded when you lifted your gaze.

Crimson eyes looked at you in awe, wide and never this clear. They were shining too and you couldn't help but give his strong hands a squeeze, feeling in the calloused skin of his palm and wondered which one of you was shaking... He blushed then and opened his mouth, yet his brows furrowed as his focus shifted behind you.

"THE FUCK YOU STARING AT, PUNK?!"

Oh, yeah. Your other patient.

In a heartbeat you were by Midoriya's side and got to work, chest heavy and no words coming out of you. No snappy or cheeky retorts either, just trembling hands and warm cheeks. Only with murmurs you guided him through the procedure before healing him completely.

Dizziness overtook you; the downside of your quirk and something you've been training with Recovery Girl for the whole semester.

"That was amazing, [L/N]-san! Thank you!" The boy cheered, staring down at his leg in utter disbelief. His compliment made you grin, full and proud.

"Of course it was!" Your normal self surfaced.

"Fucking woo-hoo." Nevermind. Mood dropped and your face did too.

"Well, since you've been a good patient—" you start and ruffle through your bag "You get a lollipop!" Said candy was thrown in Midoriya's lap and he stared at it baffled. Meanwhile you turned towards the bane of your existence and raised a brow, shaking another lollipop in your hand. "You don't. This one is mine because I deserve it."

His angry, stupid and scandalized expression was everything you were looking for. Did you get out of your way to buy lollipops knowing Bakugou would end up in the infirmary sooner or later? Maybe. Was it worth it?

"What the fuck does that mean, dammit— I—" words caught in his throat as he choked with air, looking at the candy in your fingers with murderous intentions. Definitely worth it.

"Thank you?" Broccoli Boy asked but started unwrapping it, probably not to insult your kindness, and the whole interaction fueled Bakugou's anger. He snapped out of the bed and so did Midoriya, but one was marching towards you while the other just wanted to run away in fear, direction Exit.

"Gimme that shit!" He tried to grab it out of your grasp, but you moved away, laughing at his face.

"Midoriya has been nice and thanked me for the healing—" at this point he was boiling. "Say Thank you, [Y/N], you're amazing and awesome and—"

"LIKE FUCKING HELL IMMA SAY THAT, DUMBASS!" he was so sweet, the guy you liked; yeah, your sudden realization hit as he looked like a tomato ready to bite your head off and the only thing you could think was how adorable and sweet he was. All gurgling in rage, spitting cussed words left and right; dreamy, he was dreamy. He caught the lollipop from your hands, his scowl turning into a full blown victorious grin. So shiny... so bright... God, he was so handsome...

You're suddently falling in his arms in slow-motion, the world around you twisting and turning with him in the center of it all. Warmth engulfed your frame as you hit the most comfortable pillow of your life. His chest.

"Oi, [Y/—" he cursed, taking no time to place you on the bed with ease. "You okay?"

"W-What happened? Is she okay?" It seemed the famous Deku decided to remain for the spectacle.

"Get lost!"

Even if you wanted to pass out, his snaps wouldn't let you and with that thought you chuckled breathlessly. "I'm fine, I just need a nap after healing this much..." you assured into the air.

"Will you be okay, [Y/N]-san?" You turned your head until you spotted him and nodded through a smile but someone else answered for you.

"I see you took matters in your own hands." The sweet, gentle voice of your mentor put you to ease but scared poor Midoriya to the core as she appeared behind him at the door. Bakugou was still hovering over you in bed, not really knowing what to do. "You should leave [L/N] rest, boys." With tiny steps she walked around, not really paying any more attention to the scene.

The blond gave you a glance and pursed his lip, analyzing the candy in his hand. Through half-lidded eyes you saw him secure it in his fist and give you a nod. At this point everything was blurry.

"Thanks... or whatever." He didn't waste any time to bolt towards the door, his broad uncovered shoulders were the last thing you saw before closing your eyes in contempt.

"Kacchan, is [Y/N]-san your—?"

"MIND YOUR GODDAM—" the door shut close, making the room tremble and you giggled like a drunk fool.

—

Bakugou walked with his hands in his pockets, looking around with little interest as Dunce Face and Racoon Eyes blabbered without pause to breathe. Fuck, he was exhausted and the concept of shoving food down his throat sounded fucking fantastic. His insides turned and twisted knowing you'd be meeting them soon.

"Yo, isn't that [Y/N]?" Like a flash, his head bolted in the direction Denki pointed at and before he spotted you, the blond already wanted to punch himself in the jaw. Why the fuck is he acting like that? The answer faded in his mind as the scene unfolded in front of him.

—

"You're such a fucking bitch, you know that, [Y/N]?" Arms crossed, you placated the poor first year that was whispering behind you.

"Wow, Midori, so original." With a dead tone and rolling eyes from you, the white haired demon only twisted her face in disgust. "My feelings are hurt."

"Who do you think you are? You're a fucking nobody, [Y/N]! You think you're doing any good here? Go kill yourself!"

"And give you the satisfaction? No, not happening, you fork-tongued lizard." Your nails looked interesting.

Her pale purple eyes got ignited and her diminute frame puffed, like a rabid little mole-rat ready to bite someone. And just like that, she took a deep breath and started yapping and barking. "YOU'RE BETTER DEAD ANYWAY, YOU WHORE! YOU RUIN EVERYTHING! NOW EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT ME! ABOUT HOW YOU STOLE HIM FROM ME! DIE ALREADY!"

Sadly you didn't have any cookies on since you definitely felt like shoving one in her fanged, venomous mouth and patting her head for the effort. Your lips turned oh, so slowly into a grin, enjoying her reaction way too much.

"That's nice. Now can you like, I don't know, go back to making potions with your coven or some crap? Leave the kid alone—"

"This pathetic little shit was talking about me! ME!" her screech hurt your ears so you covered them before you turned to the kid to just see him standing there, petrified.

"Did you try to summon Satan and she appeared instea—?"

"I'M SO FUCKING DONE WITH YOUR CRAP, YOU—" she pushed you but grasped your uniform, a ripping sound following. "UGLY—" nothing prepared you to get attacked by her. "FAT—" she raised her palm. "WHORE!"

No way in hell you were going to back down, instead you clenched your jaw and got ready to block it and finish the fight. She never remotely attended to hit you in a somewhat public place as she was a careful witch, always brewing something in that rotten brain of hers and making sure to keep her sweet appearance on point for the public.

You blinked.

"That was insane!"

The scenery in front of you suddently changed with that one single blink and a tall blond mass of muscle just popped out of nowhere. It knocked the air out of your lungs for a moment and seeing him staring down at her with such hatred, holding her wrist high in the air made you feel immense relief, much to your own surprise.

Were you that tense before?

"Midori-chan, I didn't know you were this rotten." Kaminari appeared in your field of vision too but got ignored by the girl. Her only goal was to free herself from Bakugou's grip but he wouldn't bulge.

"Y-You got it all wrong, Bakugou-s-san!"

Everyone stood there silent, utterly disgusted with her attempt to even try to twist reality.

"Don't even fucking think about it." He warned and those words rumbled deep, threat held within.

"We heard it all, Midori." You shook in place, twisting to see Mina by the kid's side, patting his back. After being used to seeing her easy-going attitude it was only natural to be amazed by her somber tone and serious manner.

Why were you so relieved? kept creeping in your mind. Why?

He then threw her wrist out of his grasp and bared his teeth in her direction, globes so bloodshot scrutinizing her. He oozed rage and fury and was combusting in place. But he did not scream. Bakugou Katsuki did not scream for once when he started talking, instead he growled his words, each with care and clarity.

"If i ever fucking hear you talking like that to anyone ever again I will— fucking— break you." you could hear his teeth grit, the sound making you shiver both in terror and excitement. "NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE! I BETTER NOT FUCKING SEE YOU OR HEAR ABOUT YOU EVER AGAIN!" she yelped, fluttering her tears away and scurrying so fast it could've been comical.

Bakugou then spun to study you, chest raising and falling heavily. You couldn't descypher his appearance at the moment; there was the aggravation, the outrage, the burning flame in his orbs but also... Uncertainty? Guilt? Shame? It wiped off his face before you could figure it out.

"We're taking him to talk to a professor about what happened." Mina's voice faded in the distance. He nodded at Kaminari, who was behind you, and got a nod in response plus a pair of thumbs up, and with that they were gone.

He still tried to control himself, but as soon as you parted your lips to say anything at this point, he snarled into the nothingness. "THAT FUCKING BITCH—"

"Bakugou..."

"FOR HOW LONG?" he then screamed at you, malice gone but tone just as rough and loud.

"For how long what?" You said calmly while also noticing and adjusting the ripped sleeve of your uniform. He ran his palm over his face, eyeing it too.

"For how fucking long has this been going?"

"Oh, her—" there was this pressure to say it out loud, to confirm what it really was, like saying it out loud would give it weight, importance...

"Her bullshit, yeah." he didn't force it either, thankfully.

"Since we were in middle-school." you shrugged, chest and neck aching without an apparent reason. You cleared your throat.

"Stop that— Stop that fucking shit. Don't do that." He got close to you in a single step and you had to look up at him, feeling so small out of a sudden by his side. You smiled, as you taught yourself to do whenever things got tough.

"Do what?" It came out shaky, too shaky for your own taste but he was so close.

"Act like it doesn't fucking matter! Like it's no big fucking deal!" His breath fanned your face.

"I mean..." you started shrugging again but he stopped the action, palms holding your shoulders in place as he gave you a pissed off look. "It doesn't really matt—"

"YES, IT FUCKING DOES!"

His fingers held you in the spot as he inspected your features with a clenched jaw and classic furrowed brow. Flames erupted in your ribcage at his words and you couldn't even breathe anymore.

You licked your lips, not sure if you could say the next words but the fact that he focused on the action too attentively gave you the push needed. "What's it to you?"

His breath hitched, fanning over your face as he stiffened. Deep crimson waved between your own orbs and your lips—

Those flames? The flames that burned your inside? They were spreading throughout your body rapidly, the epicenter at the spot where his thumb caressed your skin at the edge of your shoulder, just touching the start of your collarbone. Even through the layer of fabric you felt it, as tiny as it was, but he did not do anything, just stood there with red tinted cheeks in daze. Much like you were.

"Thank you for saving me today, Bakugou." You whispered and he just nodded, still enthralled with your lips. At least you knew he was somewhat still there with you. Involuntarily, you bit your lower lip, just a little, smiling softly, taking the smallest step towards him; the corner of his lip turned up slightly—

"[Y/N]! Director Nezu wants to talk to you too!"

The spell was broken; you yelped into him, grabbing his shirt for support and checked your surroundings. A waving hand caught your attention; Kaminari was signaling you to go to him then froze and started running away; little did you know someone was sending him a death glare.

You cleared your throat, still warm and fuzzy from head to toe and separared from the blond that caught you in his arms. Bakugou seemed to have noticed the position too because he jerked away a step back and looked completely out of place.

Ridiculous. And hilarious, looking anywhere but you and still made no attempt to move. Neither did you, instead opting to hide a giggle.

Because you felt warm, tingly, all while he was a complete gremlin, sweet in his own personalized way, in which he cared for you, he defended you.

And you're in disbelief because how come this guy, this adorable, blushing porcupine with anger issues made you feel so soft and fragile? How did you end up in this situation and how can you stay in it forever?

"What's so fucking funny, hah?" There wasn't any bite to what could've been an aggressive wording, just hidden tenderness. He fought a smile too and had the audacity to try to act annoyed. Sadly, you had to go, so you shook your head and took a step back.

Bakugou understood, so he nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I'll see how later, ok?" You promised and he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. Now you had his ear in full view for you to see the tips reddened too. You want to melt, even coo at the sight, but you really did have to go. However, you couldn't leave without sending him a cheeky smile.

"Yeah, whatever." His jaw sinked a little in the collar of his shirt as he stomped away too.

—

The whole afternoon was spent talking to a counselor and to the principal himself about a problematic individual. The first year student was encouraged by your new friends to report it as they escorted him to safety and soon an internal investigation started; maybe, possibly because of you.

Why were you so relieved?

Because they listened to you. Because they believed you. Because you didn't have to prepare yourself every single morning to take verbal hits from all directions. Because you've been given a voice, unlike your old school where everything was brushed off; "It's your word against hers" and much more bullshit. No, this time was real and they proved it by listening to every single word you said.

You were dropped at your dorms just before 9 P.M. and it was too late to meet anyone at the point. But it wasn't important; the moment you landed on your bed a smile broke on your face, a few tears fell and you had the best sleep in forever.

—

The air changed. The aura around your class switched. Midori was clearly missing, which instantly turns a bad day into a fantastic one, but it wasn't only that. Students were called, one by one, again and again interrupting class and took hours to come back. Meanwhile the Divas in particular looked concerned, another great view to enjoy now and until the rest of time.

It was obvious why this was happening and you never felt this much peace and satisfaction. Even so, you started to feel overwhelmed because people suddently started greeting you. The people that weren't in Midori's toxic and constricted entourage.

They said your name! Without hatred! The school's goldenboy's name, Kaminari Denki, was dropped again and again too. It seems he just casually started mentioning what he witnessed the day before and you suddently felt the need to hug him tight. Gossip spread like wild fire thanks to him, after all.

Maybe you fell into a parallel universe but you couldn't bring yourself to care, you just waltzed on the hallways after the bell rang, wanting to go get some food, then hide at Mei's workshop for some recharging. Another part of you wanted to meet the explosive boy too, though.

In all honesty, it didn't matter where you ended. You were in an incredible mood.They talked to you and it was exhausting but nice!

Was this what it felt in horror movies when the demon-child with rotating head and projectile vomit was finally exorcized? Was the curse really released for good?

As you floated in the skies, high on life and what-not, you turned the corner just to run nose straight into a wall. Your brain decided to take a break for the day, it seems, and you genuinely hoped nobody saw you march head first into— It wasn't a wall, but a boy that gave you a raised brow and narrowed eyes.

"Watch where the fuck you're going, dumbass."

"Great to see you too!" you chippered, walking around him, knowing for a fact his attitude wouldn't be able to piss you off—

"What's with the idiotic expression?" Nevermind, he can go fuck himself. Yet you smiled because you're a Godsend angel and that's what winged saints do.

"Just really happy." You shrugged, walking away with ease and tried to bite a bigger smile off your face when you noticed him turning to walk with you. "What are you doing on this side of the campus?" You inquired.

"Came to walk you to lunch or whatever." Well, damn, that made you halt in surprise. He's behind you, staring out the window with disinterest but froze when he saw your dumbfounded face. "WHAT? IT WAS IN MY WAY, OK? Want me to leave? I can leave! You can fuck off—" You placated your hands and started laughing.

"No, no—" Your eyes glint. "It's really sweet of you." You said, awaiting his reaction with mischief.

He first choked on air, like one normally does, and then showed the worst allergic reaction to mere words. "SW—! THAT'S NOT— I'M NOT— YOU— I— NO—" in no time you're crackling like a deranged witch, adoring every single second of the show he was pulling. He was basically howling and your laughter actually infuriated him more.

"FUCK OFF!" Your amusement calmed down as you studied him, his puffed cheeks, red eyes avoiding you; with a few stomped steps he placed himself ahead of you but made no attempt to stand you up and go be a hermit somewhere else.

Bakugou Katsuki. Ash blond hair, broad back, pink ears... Swears like a sailor, is all bark and and all bite, except with his friends. Has a big heart...

"Something strange is happening." You find yourself saying.

"Hah?" He glances back.

"People have been acting weird." That stops him.

"They better not be fucking messin' with you—"

"No, on the contrary, they're nice to me..." you assured, voice faint as his comment repeated in your mind and your chest warmed up once again because of him.

They better not be fucking messin' with you.

"Good." He says and you can't bite your tongue.

"You're a good guy, Bakugou."

He gives you a face. "Hah? Now you fucking notice?!" But he's grinning at the end of the sentence, cocky and so full of himself and you'd lie if you said you didn't consider him incredibly handsome. Although it seems he did not get the message.

"No. I mean it for real. You really are a good guy." He grunts like he hurt himself in his own confusion, staring stupidly at you, slightly blushing. "You're gonna be such a great hero too." Mouth agape to try to answer, he just gives you plate eyes and nothing else. On the other hand you genuinely expected more explosive reactions but this seemed to have broken him for some good seconds. He stared and watched and stood there like an idiot in front of you, making you want to both bury yourself in your own embarrassment and laugh at him.

You opted to look up at the ceiling, flustered and amused, yesterday's events suddently washing over you; they never really left your thoughts but now all the feelings decided to come visit once again.

"Oi—" he better not ruin it. "Wh— The fuck you kissing my ass for?!" You breathe out, long and loud for him to understand how stupid he sounded and stalked ahead; only food could save the day he's been actively ruining and that's what you were gonna get. He followed your rushed steps with cusses and questions until he grabbed your wrist to slow your pace. "Slow down, dumbass!"

The issue was that his obnoxiously loud voice caught then attention of some students that were just minding their own business.

"Is that Bakugou Katsuki?" Earning a groan from him as if it wasn't his fault!

"—with [L/N] [Y/N]?"

"Are they holding hands?!"

"So they're really together?" You cringe in embarrassment.

"Is that a confession?!" No, no, absolutely not happening. You rush out of the scene, gut burning, the boy on your toes cursing and mumbling whatevers but you didn't reach far until he talks. At least he had the decency of stopping you at an empty spot before giving you a heart attack.

"This is when you confess— or some fucking— dumb shit like that." Even without seeing him, back turned and absolutely petrified, you heard the cocky vibration in his tone that was sprinkled with some light stuttering.

Son of a bitch. That prinkly ass cocky fuck. That absolutely handful of a sea urchin—

You checked the closest stairway, your nearest exit and pathway to your salvation but something in that attitude of his just made you shake as you covered your face and laugh.

"You're... You're the worst." You mumble in disbelief but the grin that almost broke your face got even bigger as he choked and inhaled sharply.

"Hah?! Wasn't I the fucking best a minute ago?!"

"I did not say tha—"

"Same shit!" He bites when you glanced on him through your fingers. Your skin was burning so hot it would've been mortifying if he didn't look just as rattled. The view managed to calm your nerves and spike them at the same time.

"You're the worst..." Finally uncovering your face, he takes in your grin and visibly calms his fuming yet remains just as discomposed. "—and I like you."

Still, you cover your mouth because the blond in front of you started combusting and it was glorious to watch. Hell, you felt like grabbing a snack and watching him go through all those feelings that slapped his face on repeat. First his eyes widened, the teasing from before forgotten, then his skin, already splashed with red transformed completely into the same color, so deep it in resemblance with his eyes, eyes that were reading into you intensely. He went rigid too and as time passed and passed and he did not move, the only thing left was to break him out of his misery. Yes, break him.

"This is when you say it back."

He snapped. "I— DON'T FUCKING— DON'T FUCKING MAKE ME SAY EMBARRASSING SHIT LIKE THAT!" Birds flew away in one mile radius, windows trembled, your eardrums cried for mercy and you hid your smile because even through deafening volume, Bakugou Katsuki did not deny it. A zoo totally high on crystal meth started a revolution in your insides and the feeling threatened to burst out at any moment.

This is it. This ball of emotional constipation was taking your breath away while cussing you after you confessed and all you wanted to do was to squeal... What have you become?

But you said nothing, just stared with your hand covering your mouth, taking in the boy that looked like he wanted to throw fists with you, bared teeth and all, and also simultaneously die of a stroke.

"I—" he tried, you had to give him credit because he really did try. Like a challenge, like he wasn't going to back down, he gave his best and not without looking like it killed him inside. "F—" cuss word got stuck in his throat when you couldn't help a scoff. Suddently the show comes to an end when he halts, gives you a glare and takes a deep breath. For a moment you feared he'd walk away. Oh, how wrong you were because deep down you had to know he did not back down easily.

"I like— you, too." Beautiful words came out of his mouth, looking like it physically pained him to say them. "THERE, I SAID IT! YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW?!" He howls indignantly, crossing his arms, trying to hide his clear flustered self yet it takes him one glance at you to return to his self induced stroke. "Don't fucking make that dumb fucking face—" he struggled to exist. "Don't look at me like that, dammit!"

You giggle, relieved and happy and in all honesty about to cry a tiny bit. You couldn't help it, enamored with how blissful this moment was. Bakugou stops his grunts and watches you in awe, small, minuscule grin taking over his face and he clicks his tongue, trying to fight it.

And deflects, as always.

"C'mon. Have to walk you there before you get lost or some shit like that." You breathe in and nod, even thought you were perfectly capable of walking to the cafeteria as you've done it for a year and some now.

"Okay."

"You'd be starving if it weren't for me." You snort and roll your eyes, but beam like a lovestruck idiot.

"Sure thing, dude." It instantly earns a grunt, then a pout, followed by grumbles and heavy feet by your side. You check on him, noticing his shrugged shoulders and tinted nose and you almost trip with your own legs because of it. He doesn't say anything for the longest time, which you didn't mind as you yourself needed some time to shoo away the butterflies and rainbows that floated all around in your very empty head. It wasn't until you almost reached the cafeteria that he stops you by the arm and looks away.

"You— You shouldn't call your boyfriend dude, dumbass."

Remember the butterflies? Now they're radioactive and fluttering around, crazed and disoriented.

"Says the one that calls me a dumbass, Bakugou." You relent, thankful he took the initiative to answer the question that lingered in the air throughout all the walk.

A wild flush takes over him and he refuses to turn toward you, just observing from the corner of his eyes.

"It's— It's Katsuki to you, dumbass." And he drags you inside without giving you a chance to process it. But when you do, you grin like mad and whisper just as you were manhandled through the door, preparing yourself for his explosive gargling and screaming and silently apologizing to everyone in your general proximity.

"Okay, Kacchan~"

Note: Thank you for reading and for any sweet mesages! I read each and every one of them and they make me so incredibly happy!! I would like to point out that the phone editor switches around paragraphs and it's very confusing. I edited some mistakes and for now it's good but I'm scared it wasn't fixed since I edited before too and I encounter the same problem again... If you find something off, could you please let me know? I want the reading to be enjoyable for everyone after all. Thank you again! 💕

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What are your fav beetlebabes headcanons? Also, love your stuff <3

Thank you <3. And thank you for the wait cause oh boy if I don’t answer this ask with a ridiculous amount of art how will I live?

*Digging out the dust covered manuscript that is my nonexistent Beetlebabes fic from under the floorboards* It’s showtime.

So...Lydia is the one who falls first. She is about 17 or 18 at the time, so this is very much an “I have a teen crush on someone I am not supposed to” type of deal. Honestly they fell in love with each other way before that but like, platonically

Beej is...horribly oblivious XD. Honestly its for the best because Lydia spends the better part of her pre-college summer freaking about because any time her best friend walks in the door her heart wants to go bull-riding in her chest and if she actually has to confront her feelings she might just explode.

Then, just before Lydia was supposed to go away to college, Beetlejuice...disappears. He leaves a note, saying he’ll be back, but weeks turn into months, months turn into a year, and no one either in the living world or the netherworld has seen a hair of him. Lydia goes through college without really knowing what to do with herself, missing what was probably the closest person in her life. She graduates with a journalism degree and a minor in photography. She works for a newspaper as an investigative journalist before breaking off over less than great circumstances and going off on her own.

She’s 25 when she establishes herself as a pivate eye, with an enormous amount of anonymous sources being dead people. Also, this takes place in New York City.

(Yes she absolutely does exorcisms on the side).

She’s following a rather stange missing persons case when one of her sources points to a run down establishment that is 100% totally haunted. Except when she goes there she doesn’t find any ghosts, but rather

Beetlejuice. And he looks awful. And very much human.

Lydia: You look like hell.

Beej: Yeah, I just got back.

...

Beej: Also I’ma pass out now so you better catch me.

So he crashes at Lydia’s place, and the whole thing turns into solving the crime as well as Beej’s mysterious aquirement of a beating heart and working lungs. He doesn’t remember how that’s happened, only now everything is Too Much with Too Many Feelings. Speaking of feelings, you bet your ass there is PINING. SO much pining. Lydia’s best friend comes back and suddenly those feelings she’d dismissed as a stupid teenage crush come FLOODING BACK.

While Lydia’s internally feaking out over her feelings (it's totally normal and platonic to wanna kiss your best friend while he sleeps, right??), Beetlejuice is, you guessed it, totally oblivious! To his own feelings especially! All he knows is that it's his best friend only now she seems like a completely different person, and hot. She is now hot. His mad respect for Lydia makes him bury that thought deep, deep down. Also the whole marriage deal is a source on bad memories for both of them and he doesn’t wanna ruin the only good thing he’s ever had and-

Anyway, more pining:

Lydia’s feelings bring out resentment, too. She hates that Beej calls her kid, because that means he still sees her as one, and her ego and her desire for him make her want him to see her, the woman who's seen some real shit in the name of finding the truth, who can take care of herself, and who is very different from that angsty 15 year old girl on the roof.

It all comes ahead to a big confrontation where Lydia is shot, and Beetlejuice has to drag her to the hospital without any knowledge of how human bodies work and he has no magic so he can’t help her-

The hospital needs to know his relationship to her when they take her away, and Beetlejuice knows they wont let him in unless he’s close family so he is blurts out: “Husband. Yeah, I’m her...husband.”

Lydia wakes up with a patched up hole in her side and Beetlejuice clinging to her hand. She’s happy she’s alive, but also angry, because she could have avoided all of this. She was competent enough to not need anyone to rescue her.

She wants to get back on the case as soon as possible, she found the key lead, but Beej doesn’t wanna hear it, cause he saw way too much of her blood and he’s not big on how human bodies work, but he's pretty sure that shit’s supposed to stay inside. They’re arguing when the nurse comes in and adresses him as “Mr. Deetz.”

Lydia snatches the clipboard away, sees that he’s told them she’s his wife, and is livid. Because crush or not the wedding thing had a whole lot of baggage she does not want to unpack. She has to confront the fact that her feelings are for someone who manipulated her into marriage at 15 and who she’s not supposed to see in that way but she does anyway.

And Beej, a dumbass but also angry cause she almost died out of a stupid reckless mistake is like: "Why are you all mad? It was a green card thing. It's not like it means anything." And that gets Lyds even more upset, with him cause he's an idiot, and with herself because she's still pining for someone who, she thinks, still sees her as a child.

Lyds, getting her coat: "Fuck off."

BJ: "Kid-"

Lydia: "Stop calling me that! I haven't been a child since my mother died. I haven't been a child since you showed up! I haven't been a child since I've started this, since I moved here, since the first asshole tried to kill me. I've been through literal hell and I've had to pull myself out of it all on my own because I was still here and you left."

There's a beat of silence as Lydia realizes what she just said.

Lydia: "And that's fine. Because I don't need you. I don't need anyone. You taught me that, at least." She yanks her coat onto her shoulders and turns to go.

BJ, quietly, but its clear he's angry: "Do you think I wanted to leave?"

Lydia: "I don't know what you wanted. Do you even know what you wanted?" She pauses at the door, turns to him. "Do you know what you want, Betelgeuse?"

BJ: "I-"

He stops. He can't look her in the eye anymore. You. I want you. Lydia scoffs, turns to go.

BJ: "Lydia, wait-"

Lydia: "Fuck. Off."

She leaves, and he just stands there, floored by his too little too late realization. Lydia thinks the best thing to do after leaving the hospital with a bullet hole in her side and hopped up on painkillers is to go get drunk! Self-preservation? None

Beetlejuice finally finds her drunk off her ass and suddenly in a great mood. He grabs her under the arms like "Whelp. Time to go."

Lydia: "Nooo come on-"

BJ: "Aren't you on hospital drugs? Doesn't that shit kill you breathers if you mix it all up?"

Lydia: ":D I stopped taking them :'D it hurts like a bitch."

BJ: "I guess I have the shared braincell now. Okay, time to go."

He manages to get her in the car without incident, but when he gets in the driver's seat suddenly Lydia's all over him.

BJ, with a lap full of drunk Lydia: "What. What are you doing."

Lydia: "Beeetlejuice."

BJ: "Yeees?"

Lydia, smiling all dopey as she cups his cheeks: "Beeetlejuuuice."

BJ: "What"

Lydia's finger hovers over his nose, as if to boop him. He closes his eyes. And suddenly her lips are on his. She tastes like alcohol and hospital food and as she pulls away he can't think. Then she starts laughing. "Ha! Gotchaaa! Classic Bait and Switch!"

And he’s pissed.

BJ: "Ha. Ha. Good one, Lyds."

He dumps her out of his lap and into the passenger seat. Lydia blinks in confusion. Now she's cold. She wants to ask, but her mental faculties aren't all with her at the moment. He drives them home and helps her up the stairs before dumping her onto her bed. "Well. Bye." Lydia scrambles up the bed. The car ride gave her enough time to be at least a bit sober, and everything before getting here is blurry. "Where are you going?" Beetlejuice turns around, the widest smile on his face. She's confused for a moment before she realizes he's vibrating with rage. "Ya said you want me gone? Great! You don't need me, you can do your weird little suicidal quest thing yourself!" Lydia looks lost. They had a fight but she'd rarely seen him this angry. "If its about the thing at the hospital, I didn't- I didn't mean it-"

Beetlejuice: "Really? You'd think you'd be glad to have me gone. Why would you want a creep like me around? The whole marriage thing didn't just disappear, after all! Great to know you can still pull one on me, huh?"

Lydia: "Pull what, Beetlejuice-"

She remembers, hazily, the car ride.

They stare at each other for a moment Beej is breathing heavily, he's not used to living person emotions, ones you can feel with your whole body instead of just as an abstract thing, but its clear he's holding back

Lydia: "I wasn't-"

Beej: "You weren't what?"

Lydia (quietly): "It wasn't a joke."

The angry grin slips off Beej's face. He suddenly looks very, very tired. She might have believed just now that he'd lived for millennia.

Beej: “Why are you doin' this, Lyds? Did you know the whole damn time? It's not like I was gonna do anything, I just thought- I just-”

Lydia suddenly realizes that they are having two different conversations. And something else. She looks away, trying to wrap her head around it, and Beetlejuice doesn't read it correctly. He turns to go.

Lydia: “Wait!”

She jumps off the bed, feeling the whole world tip over slightly, still drunk, and stumbled over to him. He catches her instinctively as she grips his forearms for support.

Lydia: “Beej. Beej, look at me.”

She takes his face in her hands, and turns it toward her. He looks so lost, like one word from her might actually break him. She'd only seen that look on his face once before, and she never wants to again.

Lydia takes a breath.

Lydia: “Beetlejuice, I-”

Aaand then she throws up all over his shoes.

She doesn't quite remember what happened next, only that she was in the bathroom, leaning against the door, the toilet was flushed, she was sweating, and he wasn't there.

Lydia: “Beej?”

Beetlejuice (through the door): “...hi”

Lydia: “What-”

BJ: “-happened? Well, that's a story!”

His voice sounds cheerful, but it’s shaking slightly

BJ: “First ya threw up all over us both! then that little experiment of yours with mixing the meds went off, and you started babbling about...rocks? Then we got here, you heaved out the rest of your insides, and then ya kicked me out and said you were gonna shower, and now we're sitting here, so, yeah”

Lydia: “...Are you still covered in puke?”

BJ:”...yeah”

Lydia: “...sorry?”

BJ: “Pshh, what's a best friend if ya can't throw up on 'im a couple times.”

They both fall silent

Beetlejuice (quietly): “Lyds, do ya still want me here?”

...

Lydia takes the time to find the words. Want him here? After everything, he was still asking that question. Did he still think, after all this time, that she'd throw him out at the smallest inconvenience? Would he ever stop thinking that way? Why did he think so now? Was it because he- Because he-

Lydia: “I love you.”

The other side of the door is silent.

Lydia: “I love your stupid laugh. You sound like a fucking cartoon villain, its so fucking obnoxious. I love your jokes, all of them, even the shitty ones- you always look so god damn proud when you say them.”

Is she crying? She tries to wipe at her face, but the tears keep coming.

Lydia: “I loved you since that last day on the roof, and when you left-”

Her throat closes up. She chokes back on her tears, she has to finish it, he has to hear it.

Lydia: “When you left I thought I might die again.”

Lydia: “I kept seeing things, dumb branding on cereal boxes, that shitty college play I went to, my first client, and I kept thinking aw, Beej would have a field day with this one. I thought about what you'd say. You were like a voice I couldn't scrape out of my head, I thought I was going crazy, I thought I'd imagined it all, some lonely little girl with no life or friends, needing someone to talk to- But you'd been real, and then you were just gone- “

The words dissolve in her throat as she sobs, pulling her knees up to her chest. She feels like a child now. She feels more childlike than she had at 15. She’s clinging to a scrap of hope she doesn’t have a right to demand from him. And yet he'd said-

Lydia: “I love you. Please, don't leave.”

They sit is silence for a while. Lydia tries to stop crying. Then, quietly from the other side of the door:

BJ: “You know what I thought when I first saw you?”

Lydia: “Here’s a suicidal teen haha what a riot?”

BJ: “What? No, not then. Like now.”

Lydia: “Oh. What?”

BJ: “I thought wow, who the hell is that and why is she so dang hot?”

Lydia laughs.

BJ: “And then I thought oh God that’s Lydia.”

Something in his voice makes her pause. Maybe it’s the strange fear that she feels coming from him.

BJ: “It’s like, you’re Lydia, and I don’t know shit about you! You’re the same person, but you’re a stranger to me. Lyds, do you know how fucking terrifying that is? You’re someone I never got to know because of a shitty decision I don’t even remember making.”

he falls silent. She can hear the pain in his voice. And something else. Longing.

Beetlejuice: “I’d like to.”

Lydia opens the door. Beetlejuice scrables up, only for her to throw her arms around him.

They figure it out. It’s a slowburn 200k fic that I’ll never write so it takes a while for them to actually kiss, or do anything more, but they get there.

This turned out...ridiculously long XD. I don’t know what you meant by “headcanons”, exactly, but have this instead.

Thanks for the ask!

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stnscat · 4 years

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Ship: Mammon/Fem!MC

Rating: M (Mature)

Warnings: Alcohol, violence, cursing, some making out wink wonk

Summary: MC and Mammon go to a casino, but when Mammon gets too caught up in a scheme and leaves you hanging, another demon decides you’re easy prey. On the bright side you get to see why Mammon is the second strongest. Ends in angst/comfort.

So perhaps this hadn’t been such a good idea.

You stumbled along the corridors of the casino, mind cloudy. You turned your head ever so slightly, and immediately felt your sight delay for a second. You stopped and blinked, trying to catch your breath. Psh, you thought, you were fine! Totally. You only had a couple, or maybe four shots. Everything went to Mammon’s tab anyway, so you weren’t counting. Or maybe you stopped counting after the third glass of whatever-ma-thing-california-tequila you had. It was sweet and nice and...

Actually, you felt a bit weird. This wasn’t a corridor anymore, but since when? You were holding your shoes because it was just so much harder to walk around in heels -- why had Mammon insisted in heels anyway? Heels were an invention to make women’s butts smaller and running away harder! That was a movie quote, you were pretty sure.

You sat down on a couch. It was black and felt nice to the touch. A cold breeze came from an open balcony, and while you did feel a bit chilly now, it also made you feel less... Weird. You weren’t particularly used to being drunk. Hopefully you’d sober up at least enough to remember most of the night tomorrow.

You looked down, elbows on your thighs, deep in thought. You were here so Mammon could scam people, and you’d be the pretty, well-dressed assistant to help take the “clients’” mind off of how sleazy everything out of his mouth sounded. Like a few magic words and “was that your card”s, it was easy money with cheap tricks, and he said you’d get a cut off of it. You didn’t need the money, mind you, you just wanted to spend some time with him. But he disappeared while talking to some people, leaving you at the bar while chatting to the bartender. As revenge for leaving his so-called partner you decided it was only fair to order a drink on his tab. And then another came, and another...

You squinted, feeling dizzy, and let out a breath. You put your head up, eyes closed, and took in the fresh air. If you kept your head down like this you’d only feel sicker, right? You opened your eyes again, and instead of an almost empty room you saw a stranger’s grin a bit too close for comfort, truth be told. You felt your stomach turn, and you were sure it wasn’t the alcohol.

“And you must be MC, correct?” she said your name with a strange emphasis to it, her grin never diminishing, like you do when thinking of an expensive meal you’ll treating yourself to after a long day.

“Yeah...” you hesitated. “And you’d be...?”

“Oh, just a friend of your friend. He asked me to take care of you.” she replied, a hand snaking its way up your arm. You were too drunk to react in time. It felt like both an eternity and too quick to process, your stare blank towards the action, and then you lazily looked up at her, painfully aware that you weren’t going to move quickly enough for anything. Yet, you felt your heart beat faster and adrenaline running through your veins. You knew damn well she was lying, no matter how smashed you felt. You sobered up a bit, and though not enough to actually be sober, it felt like enough to not stumble on your own feet if you ran. You didn’t know if that would matter, but it was better than the alternative.

The demon’s look was sickeningly sweet still, yet sharp. Like she was waiting for your move, to read if you actually saw through her poorly told lie. Your drunk mind trailed off to Hansel and Gretel’s candy house, and how it was used to lure them to the witch. And how you didn’t leave any crumbs for Mammon to follow you and hopefully save you. No, you were alone, and painfully aware of her grip on your arm. You tried smiling back.

“Ah, okay.” you replied, trying to pretend you bought it. “So, um...” you paused, trying to think of anything, absolutely anything, to keep the façade of oblivious intoxication. “Have you seen my friend? He’s like... Tall and dark and stuff. White hair.”

“I know, dear, don’t worry. I’ll take you to him in a second, if you’ll just come with me.” she pulled you lightly, surprinsingly gentle for someone who saw you as prey. You followed her lead, and for a second her grip on your arm was released. Your feet moved before you had a chance to think, and once you did you felt a sharp pain on your arm. You inhaled, not taking the time to look at the possible injury. You know the demon was at your back and would pounce if you slowed down for even half a second.

You slid from one corridor to another on your bare feet and ran down a flight of stairs, never having realized you were upstairs. You heard a groan behind you, and tears stung the back of your eyes. Suddenly you were tumbling, and everything stung. You know for a fact you didn’t trip. You felt pressure on top of you, only intensifying the pain, and black and white spots danced in your vision, but through them you could still make out the demon readying herself. You let out a pathetic hiccup and braced yourself.

Instead you heard a yelp, and the demon’s weight being lifted off of you.

Letting out the breath you were holding, you try to turn and look, a glimmer of hope in your heart. You grunt as your new aches flared up, but you still managed to prop yourself up with an elbow.

Right next to you was Mammon, demon form unleashed, holding the other demon up high by the throat as she struggled to put her feet down to no avail. He had an aura of seriousness about him, which, yes, you would expect from any of the brothers if you were ever hurt, but with Mammon it was different. You’re far too used to him gloating and boasting and jesting even when the situation is dire. But now you can’t help but notice there was no humor to his eyes. A tint of ferousciousness colored them instead.

“Tell me: what do you think you were doing?” his voice had a deep, cruel tone instead of his usual goofiness. He let the words hang in the air as the other choked, hanging just as much from his grip.

The position you were in began to hurt, and you tried to sit up further. A sharp pain blazed through your chest, and you wheezed, arm wrapping itself around the area. Shit, did you break something?

“Hey,” Mammon’s voice spoke higher than the pain. Cruelty no longer laced it, but it still sounded so much more serious than usual. “how bad is it?”

“Pretty bad.” you coughed back. You noticed the demon squirming more, and guessed he squeezed harder. “Don’t kill her.”

“I don’t, usually.” he paused, and the demon’s squirming seemed to stop as well. You could barely process it, but the next second a wall had been cracked, her body making more unpleasant sounds than your own. Your breath hitched, but Mammon wasn’t even paying attention to the demoness anymore. Instead he’d directed his attention at the staff members, who all seemed to be either gasping or gulping. “Get her information. Pass it to Lucifer. He’ll want to have a talk.” the scorn, disdain, hatred. All of it was clear in his tone.

And then he turned to you, changing from his bare chested demon form, to his previous attire that night. A simple suit, carefully disheveled, sunglasses on top of his head.

“Tell me if it hurts, alright?” his tone was kind now, barely a whisper. His hands were gentle as he lifted you up from the ground and walked out of the casino, carrying you. You placed your head on his chest. You could still smell his cologne as the haze from before eveloped you, this time both it and the exhaustion putting you to sleep.

You woke up to the sound of yelling outside your door. The dim light from the corridor was just enough for you to make out that you were back at the House of Lamentation, and that the bed you were in was yours. From there you could also hear people speaking loudly, the volume of their voices only increasing.

“... been so stupid, as usual!” a deep voice was exasperated. Satan or Lucifer, you’d say.

“Shouldn’t we just take her to a hospital?” another deep, but this time softer, voice. Beelzebub, you guessed.

“No, he said nothing was broken. It’s best she rests here, where we can keep an eye on her.” it was definitely Lucifer this time.

“You could’ve killed her, you know?” a soft voice snapped. Asmodeus. “How could you just leave her at the bar like that? Did you even notice she wasn’t there anymore?”

“I gotta say, that was a dumbass move even for you.” Leviathan chimed in.

Through all that Mammon kept himself quiet. That is, until now.

“I’ll apologize to her when she wakes up.” his voice was tiny, the façade of an egocentrical bastard completely gone. That seemed to surprise everyone, in fact, as there was no more snark thrown his way.

You understood. Yes, he shouldn’t have left you alone, but maybe you shouldn’t have overdone it like you did. You were mad you got ditched, but you didn’t blame him for being attacked.

“Alright.” Lucifer was the first to break the silence. “We’ll bring you some tea later.” Mammon probably nodded, as there was no audible response before you heard steps getting farther away from your door. Then it opened, and you instinctively closed your eyes as if to pretend you didn’t catch any of the previous conversation.

You heard someone approaching, stopping right next to your bed, and then kneeling. He searched for your hand on top of the bed, the slight cold from the lack of a blanket entirely covering your arm quickly substituted by the heat of his own hands. He held it for a second, and you felt your face burn with his stare. At this point you were sure it was Mammon. He sighed, almost as if to confirm your suspicions, and carefully placed your knuckles on his forehead. You felt a bit of movement on your side, like he’d buried his face on the sheets.

“I’m sorry.” he muttered, voice not above a whisper, muted further by the bed. He then moved your hand, lips gently touching it as he continued to speak, this time a bit more clearly “I should’ve been more careful. I thought... I don’t know what I thought.” he confessed, pain and regret finely threaded in-between his words. ”I thought you’d be fine. I didn’t know you would get completely drunk and run off to where I couldn’t see and... And it’s my fault, even if I put it like that. And I know it. I’ll do better.”

His hands squeezed yours ever so slightly, as if he was afraid to break you further.

“I’m supposed to protect you, damn it...” his voice shook. “I’m supposed to not be such a screw up all the damn time. I’m the second oldest, and if I can’t even protect a single human from one minor demon...” he sighed, letting the thought hang in the air.

“But you did.” you replied, attempting a smile. Mammon looked back at you, startled, eyes sparkling with what you weren’t sure were tears or not “I’m sorry I made you go through this.”

“You...” he stuttered. “Ah... You heard all that, didn’t you?” he sounded sheepish, looking away. “It’s not your fault. You know it’s not your fault.”

“And it’s not yours either.” You attempted to move your other hand, change positions. You wanted to caress his hair, tell him, show him you were fine and everything would be okay. Instead you hissed as pain shot through your chest.

“Ah! Hey, hey!” startled, he gently held your shoulder in place. “Don’t... Don’t do that. You’re already all purple and blue, you don’t need more bruises. Humans are too fragile.” he tried to go back to his usual persona, but it was much less effective than he was hoping for. He frowned, looking at the bandages on your arm, where you know for a fact the demon had put her nails and cut you. You weren’t sure you wanted to know how deep those went. “I’m sorry.”

“C’mere.” You simply replied, and before he could say anything else you put your hands on each of his cheeks, pulling his forehead to join with yours. “I’m okay. I’m here. And I don’t blame you.”

“That makes one of us.”

“Shush. Now, come on, I was saved by the Mammon. My knight in leathery armor, my first man. How could I ask for more?”

He chuckled back.

“So how much did we make anyway?” you asked. You hadn’t let go yet. You didn’t want to. Mammon was sitting on top of your nightstand at this point, comfortably pressed against your bed and you, and he, too, made no effort to separate himself from you.

“Well...” he trailed off, his cheeks burning slightly. “Ya know, it was s’pposed to be a surprise, but I don’t think you’re getting out of this bed ‘till after the weekend, so I guess I could tell you...” again he let the words hang in the air before adding “For a price.”

“A price?” you replied, feigning ignorance.

“C’mon, I’m the Mammon. My services, whatever they are, always come with profit for me, myself and I.”

You hummed in response, face inching closer. Now your cheeks were burning as well, noses tickling each other so close they were. “I see. And what kind of profit was the incredible, showstopping Avatar of Greed thinking of?”

“Hm...” he let out. His breath was hot on yours, eyes half-lidded. His hands held the bed frame, arms encasing you in his heat even more. “There’s a couple of things...” A hand moved, carefully, tenderly, to the back of your head. You lifted yourself slightly so it could be easily placed, which only made the two of you all the closer, lips almost brushing. You didn’t move away. He didn’t move either.

And then he did, pressing his lips to yours. Carefully, passionately, yet with an underlying hunger. You pressed further, fingers tangling in his hair. He was Greed personalized, but you had your own spells of selfishness. He noticed, his own cravings fueled by yours. He moved from your lips to your jawline to your neck, trailing kisses wherever he went.

“You--” he said in-between kisses. “That’s just one of the things you can do to pay me for information.” he had moved from the nightstand, now almost on top of you on the bed. Your heart beat fast seeing him like that. Disheveled, now with no care, no measures and appearances, simply messy because you did it and he wanted you to do it.

“Yeah?” you breathed out only to immediately bite your lip. You didn’t expect to be out of breath already. He placed his forehead on yours again, a grin spreading accross his face.

“Would you go on a date with me?”

#mammon #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #swd obey me #fanfic #my writing #obey me imagines #mammon x mc

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ladyofmaidensandwine · 3 years

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Just One Dance

Requested by @rileynicole1967

Request: “so maybe you could do a one shot for deanxreader based off the song “can I have this dance” from High School Musical. so basically dean doesn’t do the whole dancing thing and the reader finally gets him to dance with her and she helps him and it’s so fluffy”

Absolutely, luv! Side bar, I’ve never seen these movies, but I gave the song a listen. Hopefully this is just as fluffy as you were wanting!

Characters: Dean Winchester, Fem! Reader, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Excessive fluff, implied smut without detail.

Wordcount: 2,852

There are some things a hunter doesn’t get, and a normal, carefree night on the town is one of them. At least, it usually is. This particular Saturday you have no monsters to kill, no wounds to mend, and no research demanding to be done, and you practically beg Sam and Dean to come with you to a local pub promising good music, food, and beer.

Maybe it’s slightly overdone, but you rarely have any occasion to dress so nicely, and as you look at your reflection, you have to smile. You admit to yourself you look beautiful, outfit the perfect color to compliment your complexion and your eyes, and comfortable so you have no qualms about dancing the night away, which you have every intention to do.

You open the door to your room in the bunker, right across from Dean’s, and hear a low whistle that causes your cheeks to heat slightly. “I feel underdressed, sweetheart. You look gorgeous.” Dean says with that easy, charming smile. The bastard has you positively whipped, and he doesn’t even know it. “Well, one of us has to look good.” You tease, brushing off the compliment in favour of poking fun at your best friend. He chuckles, rolling his eyes fondly. “Yeah, whatever. C’mon, let’s get Sammy’s ugly mug and hit the road before all the good parking is gone.” Dean beckons. The casual way he rests his hand on your back has your heart doing acrobatics, and you thank whatever God is listening for the years spent mastering your perfect poker face when you show no outward reaction.

You’re not a bird that hangs off the arm of the first handsome man she sees. In fact, you have a sense of pride in the way you don’t fall for charm or suave lines and you’ve never been the type to go for a one-night-stand just because someone buys you a drink and throws you a smirk. Dean Winchester is the only exception to your impervious shield- a simple smile from him has you feeling faint, and it’s not just his looks that have made you fall for him. Dean has been your friend and confidante. He knows things about you not another soul is privy to, and the same applies to you. He protects you, but doesn’t underestimate your skill and ability as a hunter. He’s your hero, and if you had a bit more gall, maybe you’d finally tell him that.

It’s a perfect night at the pub- not too crowded, but with enough background chatter to make an ambience like home. The first round is on you, as you’ve promised, and Dean watches you carefully as you head to the counter to order your drinks. Sam sits across from him, a smug and knowing smile on his face. “What?” Dean finally grumbles, raising a brow. Sam shrugs, but that grin only gets wider, Dean’s green eyes narrowing in annoyance. “It’s just funny,” Sam begins, fighting to maintain a nonchalant front while wanting to laugh at Dean, “you sitting here, watching her, Y/N standing there, looking back at you. Cute.” “Sam.” Dean says, tone sharp with a warning Sam promptly ignores. “Hey, if you have any plausible reasoning for me to believe you’re not smitten with her, now’s your chance to convince me.” Sam invites. Dean glowers at him from across the table, wishing you’d hurry up with those beers already, and Sam smirks, knowing he’s won. “That’s what I thought. Want my advice?” “Not really.” Dean mutters, rolling his eyes. God, where are you with the drinks, somebody save him. “Well, I’m gonna give it to you anyways. Stop being such a dumbass and go get your girl. At this point I won’t even complain if you snog her in front of me. Point is, Dean, you’ve got no rationale to not go after her.” Sam says pointedly. “I think you oughta just-”

“Hey, sorry I took so bloody long!” You call, hurrying over with four longnecks in your hands, and Dean shoots Sam a smirk. Perfect timing as usual, thank God. “S’alright. Didn’t miss much.” Dean shrugs, sliding over so you can sit next to him in the booth. “Oh, good. I put in some song requests- DJ says this place is great for dancing.” You inform, smiling brightly. Dean instantly shoots upright, cutting you a narrow-eyed look full of suspicion. “Dancing?” He repeats, already smelling a scheme as you give him an innocent smile. “Wouldn’t you know it, this pub happens to be known ‘round here for the music? Coincidence, of course.” You say slyly. Dean shakes his head, unable to maintain his glare so he hides the smile pulling at his lips by taking a swig of his cold beer. “Coincidence. Yeah, ok. Y/N, for someone who lies for a living, you’re pretty shit at it.” Dean smirks, and you laugh, knowing he’s teasing. “Alright, so maybe I had a slight ulterior motive when I said we should come here tonight, but I promise it’ll be fun!” You say pleadingly, turning to Sam for back up.

“Don’t look at me! You’re on your own.” Sam proclaims, holding up his hands in surrender as you huff. “Fine! But you’re both dancing with me. I’m not settling for a ‘no’.” You assert. Dean chuckles, giving you an amused smile. “You can think that if you want, sweetheart. I don’t dance.” He says firmly. “What do you mean? You dance with me to your bloody cassettes in the garage all the time!” You demand, raising your brows. Sam laughs, nearly snorting beer out of his nose, and Dean flushes up to his ears. “Dean dances with you?” “Sam!” Dean growls, thoroughly embarrassed. “Oh, come off it, it’s not a big deal, you baby.” You scowl playfully. “No, Y/N, Dean doesn’t dance, ever. Makes you awfully special, huh, Dean?” “Shut your mouth, Sam.” Dean snaps, glaring at his brother indignantly. You’re at a loss, looking between the two in confusion. “Look, Y/N, you’ll have to settle for the less good-looking Winchester tonight. I don’t dance, ‘specially not here.” Dean says with a shrug of his broad shoulders. You smile, a mischievous look in your eyes, and he knows you’re nowhere near dropping the subject.

Three beers later, you’re out on the dancefloor, laughing at Sam’s awkward moves. Dean’s smiling, eyes glued to you. It’s rare he see’s you this happy and carefree, and you look so beautiful in the low light of the bar. The power could go out and your smile would light up the whole place. He hates admitting it, but Sam makes a valid point. There’s nothing stopping Dean from telling you how he feels about you besides his own paranoia, and even that is n shaky grounds. He’s not entirely oblivious. Dean knows there’s some unspoken thing between the two of you, and knows you feel it, too. But letting it lie as is and pursuing something more are two totally opposing ideas, and he’s getting tired of his head and his heart pulling him in different directions over you.

You catch Dean’s eye, and leave Sam, grinning at Dean. “Come dance.” You say. He shakes his head, a small smile playing across his lips. “Told you, sweetheart. I don’t dance.” Dean claims, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the booth. He’s content where he is, just watching you, but you’re the most stubborn woman he’s ever met, and honestly, he should’ve known better because when do you ever take no for an answer? “Just one dance. Come on, even Sam is having fun.” You try to persuade him, Dean’s eyes flicking to his brother and back to you. “Y/N.” “Dean.” You mimic. You stare him down, eyes narrowed slightly. Dean almost laughs- he’s seen this face before, your shoulders back and spine tall. It’s the posture of a hunter, the determined face you make when you’re dealing with police giving you a hard time or a monster making threats. Now you’re using against your best friend to try and convince him to dance with you. “Please.” You pout, and he sighs. God, why are you so hard to say no to?

It’s a silly question because he knows exactly why you could ask for the moon wrapped in a bow and by God, he’d figure out how to give it to you because you have Dean Winchester completely at your mercy. “Dean, please, just one dance! That’s all I’m asking.” You practically beg, and he can feel himself breaking. “Sweetheart, I really don’t dance, not for anybody.” Dean tries. “Not even for me?” You ask him. Damn it. Damn you to hell, you’re good. That’s his weakness, you’re his weakness, and you’re using it to play him like a fiddle. Dean closes his eyes and his shoulders slump, and when he looks at you again, you’re beaming like you won the grand prize because you know you’ve got him. “One dance. Got it? Just one. And- and don’t expect no fancy shit, or nothin’.” He huffs, trying to maintain his grumpy facade. He doesn’t last a second because your mile-wide smile is even bigger as you take him by the hands and half-lead half-drag Dean onto the dancefloor.

Dean’s nervous as all-get-out. When was the last time he’s ever really danced, much less in front of people? “Just take my hand, Dean. C’mon, you killed three vampires just the other day and you’re telling me you’re nervous now?” You say, teasing him gently. “Yeah, well, vamps I can behead.” Dean mutters, earning a snort of laughter from you that makes his lips twitch up into a smile. “Just look at me, yeah? Just like in the garage.” You tell him. He nods, swallowing, and keeps his eyes locked on you, which really isn’t hard to do. Just as he eases into it, the faster-paced song transitions to a slow-dance, and he freezes, instantly panicking.

You squeeze Dean’s hand comfortingly. “Dean, we can sit down, I’m only kidding, I didn’t mean to make you so uncomfortable.” You explain with a guilty frown. Here you are, trying to get the boys to relax, and instead poor Dean is looking at you like someone told him his impala is being towed. Dean stops you, shaking his head. “No. No, just, uh, don’t laugh at me. I haven’t done this in... well, ever.” He says gruffly. You smile fondly. Your knight in shining plaid is nervous you’ll tease him for being a clumsy dancer. “Promise I won’t laugh. Well, maybe a little.” You say, and Dean shoots you a glare that vanishes when you give him a cheesy grin. “You’re a dork.” He smirks. “Takes one to know one, Winchester.” You wink.

“Dean, you’re stepping on me.” You tell him, biting your lip to stifle a laugh at the instant mortification on Dean’s face. “Shit, sorry!” “S’okay. You’re doing great. You are one in a million, Dean. Big, bad hunter, scared to dance with me.” You laugh softly. Dean huffs, and you smile. He’s slowly getting the hang of it, with your help, of course.

“Hey, what was Sam talking about earlier?” You ask. Dean falters, and you nearly trip, stumbling into his chest. You don’t know if you’re really standing still or if it only feels like time has halted, Dean’s green eyes staring into you.

His eyes drop to your lips. You’re not sure you’re breathing.

“Sam doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Dean says after a long moment. His eyes dart away, and you frown slightly. “That’s not what I asked you.” “Y/N.” He says intently, hoping you’ll drop the subject, because the direction the conversation is going, Dean is going to be forced to make the decision he’s been putting off for so many years. “Dean.” You echo, just as firmly, not letting him escape your gaze. Dean steps back slightly, and you realize the song is over. You let go of Dean’s hands, disappointment and embarrassment washing over you. “Thanks for the dance.” You say, trying to hide your sadness.

You make it all of three steps before Dean reaches out for you. “Hey, Y/N, wait.” He says quickly, hand grabbing yours. “What?” “Can I have this dance?” “You don’t dance.” You say, confused. He looks at you for a long moment, a smile slowly forming on his face. “No,” Dean agrees, holding your gaze with his, “but you do. So?” “So what?” “So, can I have this dance?” Dean repeats. You nod, and he leads you back out. It’s another slow song, and Dean pulls you a little closer than before, staring at you intensely.

“What?” You ask, quirking a brow. “Can I ask you something?” “Ok?” You agree hesitantly. “Why do you always sit next to me in the booths?” Dean asks. You swear you can your heart plummet like a lead weight. “What?” “Yeah. How come you always share with me when we have to bunk up because there’s only two beds in motels? And how come you wanted to dance with me so bad?” He presses. “I- well, I-” You stammer, absolutely thrown for a loop, and he smiles briefly. “See, ‘cause, I’ve got this theory that the answer to that is sorta like the answer to the question you asked me earlier.” He continues, confusion and dread creeping up on you. “Dean, listen, we don’t have to talk about it-” “I think we do. I want to. Here’s the thing, Y/N. I don’t dance.” “Then why are you-?” You trail off. “Because you asked me to. And I can’t say no to you. What Sam said, earlier- you are.” He says, ducking his head. “I am what?” You frown. “Awfully special. To- to me.” Dean says quietly, blushing, and suddenly it makes sense. “Oh.” “Oh? That’s all you’re gonna say? I tell you I have feelings for you, and all I get is ‘oh’?” Dean asks, blinking in disbelief. He looks like he’s about to bolt, so you lean up and before he can make another smartass comment, you press your lips softly to his.

“Oh.” Dean breathes, staring at you. You smile, and he grins, and both of you laugh, not caring if anyone is looking. “Man, we’re a couple’a real idiots, huh?” Dean chuckles. “If I knew this is how it would end up, I would’ve asked you to dance with me a long time ago.” You tease, earning yourself another brief kiss. “I’ll dance with you all you want, sweetheart.” Dean says with a warmth in his eyes you’ve seen a thousand times before but never knew the reasoning for. You laugh as Dean twirls you, ducking under his arm with a bright smile he can’t help but return.

At some point you vaguely recall Dean promising to show you the rest of his dance moves in private, and you stealing the keys to Baby from his back pocket. You’re not sure how you managed to make it safely back to the bunker, and you definitely forgot to bring Sam, but you and Dean had spent years pining after one another and weren’t about to waste another night.

You smile, looking over your shoulder to find a familiar freckled and scruffy face pressed against your pillow. Dean’s still asleep, his arm a solid and warm weight over your bare waist, his chest firm against your back. His dark blond hair is a mess from you running your fingers through it, and you don’t want to know how your own hair looks, but you really don’t even care. You scramble for the sheets as the door knob turns. Sam gives you the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen, and the urge to fling a shoe at him is strong. “Y’know, when I told you to do something about your puppy love for Dean, I didn’t exactly mean ditch me at the pub to go sleep with him.” Sam says with a wiggle of his brows. Your face feels hot. “Sam.” You whisper warningly. “I told you he liked you.” Sam says. “Go. Away.” You whisper, glaring. Sam snickers. “You owe me, Y/N, we shook on it.” “As I recall, you said he wouldn’t dance with me, so you pay up, Sam.” You retort. Sam scoffs, and you glare even harder. “Sammy, shut up and leave us alone.” Dean’s sleepy voice grumbles, his eyes not even open as he blindly flips his brother off. Dean waits for the door to close and Sam’s footsteps to retreat down the hall before he finally looks at you.

“Jesus, thought he’d never leave.” Dean mutters. You grin, and Dean gives you a devious smirk, planting a kiss on your neck. “Dean!” You laugh. “Who says I was done with you? Sam can handle a few hours without us, and I’ve got you all to myself.” Dean says, and you don’t bother pretending to be mad when his lips meet yours, feeling him smile.

Who knew all it would take to finally get you and Dean together was one dance?

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nowhereclosetoit · 4 years

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Even More Gay Shit in “The Goldfinch”

Specifically, Chapter 6: i-iv, because that showcases some of Theo’s finest internalised homophobic hours and some of the gayest shit surrounding Boris.

So, I was rereading “The Goldfinch” and I forgot how fucking gay Theo’s dumbass is in parts i. – iv. at the beginning of Chapter 6, like, it fucking SENT me. After reading some of Theo’s finest examples of internalised homophobia and general headassery, I decided that I needed to collect the gayest selection of quotes from this specific part and analyse them and their gayness accordingly, because once again, it’s lockdown, God is dead and I killed Her with this fucking essay.

Theo’s internalised homophobia and feelings towards Boris are depicted especially strongly at the beginning of Chapter 6 – The Wind, Sand and Stars due to the introduction of Boris’ girlfriend, Kotku. Theo clearly portrays Kotku as a threat to his and Boris’ relationship, without ever giving a valid (heterosexual explanation) answer why: a) she poses such a threat to their “friendship” – oh no wait sorry their “there was not exactly a word for Boris and me”-ship, or b) why he’s so upset by her being in a relationship with Boris. He tries to rationalise this by saying that it’s just Kotku that he has a problem with and that there were “Lots of other, better girls our own age [that] liked Boris”, however, it’s clear that he has a problem with anyone taking Boris away from him.

Theo is overly harsh of Kotku and we never receive an unbiased presentation of her. He’s always trying to make her come off worse than she probably is and make it sound ludicrous that Boris is in a relationship with her, specifically. To try and justify this behaviour, he often follows comments like these on with something that sounds reasonable and rational – this also helps to highlight his ignorance to his feelings for Boris as this clearly depicts his jealousy towards Boris being close/in a relationship/spending time with someone that isn’t him.

Theo’s problem with Kotku can only be explained through jealousy, there is literally no other way to interpret why he hates her so much, after all, if she treats Boris well and makes him happy, why should Theo, his supporting bestest friend have a problem with that? (Because he’s fucking jealous).

I’m going to work through each segment of the chapter through quotes I’ve picked out to fully show how fucking ridiculous this part is – it sends me every fucking time I read it so I need a log of all the gay shit.

Summary of the points I’m trying to make by showing you all this:

Theo clearly presents his relationship with Boris to have grown closer since the last chapter, so close in fact that they “were so attuned to each other” that they didn’t need to talk to each other to communicate properly, and that Boris knew “just where [Theo] was weakest, the spot under the blade where he could dig his fingers”. He’s set the scene to depict this intimate and intense relationship they now have after spending almost a year living together and spending all their time together. The closeness of their relationship can clearly be paralleled with that of a romantic relationship from these descriptors alone but are intensified by the following.

The quotes highlighted above in green clearly show Theo’s jealousy towards Boris now spending more time with Kotku than he is with Theo. Obviously, it’s natural to miss your friends and to want to spend time with them if they’re spending more time with other people or their partner, but the way Theo depicts his feelings here can only be read as jealousy.

If this wasn’t enough, Theo makes Kotku seem like she’s really boring (“The name Kotku…makes her sound more interesting than she was”, “she’d lived in Clark County, Nevada her whole life”), a horrible person (“the glare she slid over me was anxiety provoking”), and unattractive, despite not really getting to know her and give her a chance.

Theo also tries to tell us that he cannot remember Kotku’s real name and puts her down so that it comes across like she meant and her presence in his life meant nothing to him. He does this constantly throughout the chapter. (We should keep a running count of how many times he says something like “Kotku…or WHATEVER her name was, I can’t remember because she was so BORING and INSIGNIFICANT to my life, that I just simply cannot remember her name! Oh but I can by chance remember the exact outfit Boris was in a whilst proclaiming his undying love for Kotku, he was also running his hands through his hair which I totally don’t have a boner for!”.)

He even goes as far to hit Boris “hard” because he was “in no mood” to hear about Boris’ feelings for Kotku. That’s jealousy, baby!

ii. – And this is over 3 pages

Summary:

He’s pretending not to know Kotku’s name again, and also reinforcing that “or whatever” part,

Shows his #jealous streak again as he says Kotku “virtually assumed ownership of Boris”, like bitch, calm the fuck down,

Shows even more jealousy,

Key word – “embarrassed”, keep note for later as this appears when Theo has to head on deal with some gay shit and does not want to deal with said gay shit so he feels embarrassed and that’s on internalised homophobia,

Says he found Kotku “disturbing” and the reasons as to why he did find her disturbing, Boris liked – shows how he’s gay! Because he hates women! Unless they’re Pippa or his mom! Jokes! Or is it…

And there’s even more bullying towards Kotku who is yet to do something offensive to Theo.

iii. – 1 page

Summary:

I think these ones are pretty self-explanatory,

AND!!! There’s the last quote which I think is really interesting because it’s an example of Theo comparing activities he does with Boris that he would, hypothetically, do with a girl on a date, like…ok bro. That’s fucking gay. He does this again somewhere too, but I can’t remember where.

iv. – Ok, so, this is the big one where he owns up to his totally no homo shenanigans, there’s a lot to unpack from this entire part, strap yourselves in.

(For the key in this part, assume anything unhighlighted corresponds to the yellow on the chart, as there was too much of it and it looked really ugly so I removed it.)

Mini Summary Before the Really Gay Shit:

Theo is an oblivious dumbass who totally likes Boris in a very homo way, so much so that he fucking despises our queen Kotku. He also is obviously clouded by internalised homophobia because he cannot realise that he does in fact like Boris.

v – What I’m going to look at here is what the fuck is going on and why Theo’s explaining it in the way he is.

My thoughts are going to be in bullet points here because there’s SO much to analyse.

Theo clearly shows how he’s fucking head over heels for this Boris bitch. Just read like all of it.

He tries to describe it like he doesn’t care that much, and I mean, you can just tell that the motherfucker’s lying. Like seriously, dude. Like the whole part where he’s like “I didn’t want BORIS to get the WRONG IDEA! Wouldn’t that be fucking gay? HAHAHAH, not me! I’m heterosexual!”. He’s saying he wants to “make things clear” with Boris to “make absolutely sure he didn’t have the wrong idea” and personally, I think this is either because he’s completely fucked with internalised homophobia or he’s just dealing with the “rejection” from Boris because Boris is from Kotku. Maybe he’s saying this to make rejection hurt less?

I also want to talk about Boris’ possible side in this whole thing. We never see Boris’ point of view of this shit because this entire book is just Theo wallowing in self-pity (dude, get a fucking therapist, I’m begging you). Do you think that Boris maybe got with Kotku because he knew Theo was fucked with internalise homophobia and thought that maybe meant that Theo didn’t vibe with the shit they were doing? Or, do you think he did it because HE was dealing with shit like, “Oh, boy! Do I like girls? Or….like what’s happening here?”

IN CONCLUSION:

This was just an excuse for me to gather all the gay shit and write down some thoughts. That’s IT! I am ILLITERATE at this point tbh.

#the goldfinch #theo decker #boris pavlikovsky #boreo #my feral brain made this happen

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jaeminscoffee · 4 years

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Shoot

Pairings- Park Jisung x reader

Genre- Fluff, Crack.

Warnings- None.

Summary- Park Jisung, while playing basketball, accidently ends up throwing the ball at you, sending you flying back, landing on your butt. He finds the situation hilarious and absolutely perfect to 'shoot his shot'.

"yoO Y/n it's this way!" your bestfriend, Mark whined as you turn away from the corridor leading to his class for the second time.

"But i have class to attend and i believe you do too-" you try reasoning, totally not interested in whatever he had to show.

"I do, but i still have 1 minute, 54..53..52..51..5-"

"Markus SHUSH", You hear Mark let out a small celebratory sound, watching you huff out a breath and walk straight towards his class.

As soon as the dispersal bell rang, Mark had practically sonic run towards you to tell about this new friend he made. According to what you were told, it seemed like Mark had found his soulmate, as he shared the same, if not an even extra personality as your bestfriend. Mark mentioned his name being Jungwoo and stated his want for the two of you to meet.

Walking down the corridor, turning a corner, you and Mark kept a conversation fueled throughout the entire walk, occasionally exchanging greetings with the ones who walked past you.

"Maarkkk! Mark! Mark Lee!" you hear over the crowded hall, turning heads in all direction to see who was desperately calling out to your partner. In finding no one who particularly stood out, the pair of you just ignored the calls and were now just a corner away from his class.

"MARKUS" This time, as you whip your head to look, you spot a certain ebony haired boy jogging his way towards you and your bestfriend. He was completely worn off the moment he reached you, resting his arm on Mark's shoulder, leaning forward to gain better control over his breathing.

After doing so, he looked up with pure fear and pity for his friend. As the total oblivious person Mark is, held his hand out to do their buddy shake only for the boy to yeet it forward, as a result, yeeting Mark further down the corridor, closer to the turning to his class.

"Chenle wha-" "Mrs. Addington is looking for you. She looked extremely pissed. She looked like something right out of Hades 'most feared creatures' dungeon" Chenle, a really close friend of yours and Mark's, said in one breath.

Mark, in contrast of your totally shaken friend, stood still for about a minute before confusion took over his facials. "But why? I still have like-" he started, looking down at his wrist watch, eyes widening, mouth falling wide open "2 seconds to write my final will" he said, turning around and bolting towards his class.

Chenle, completely opposite from his expression not a minute ago, was now clutching his stomach, hunching over, laughing super hard.

"Did you see his face?" He asked between laughs, you couldn't help but snort at it remembering how Mark looked.

You two keep laughing for god knows how long.

"I should get to class too" you say, finally controlling your laughter, Chenle doing the same.

"Oh which one?" He asked, wiping the tears that had managed to escape amidst the laughing.

"history ew" you fake gag, even mentioning the subject made you sleepy and sick at the same time. Chenle chuckled, looking ahead for a moment before turning back towards you. "Wanna skip? Me and the boys planned to skip class, they must be at the gymnasium right now."

"But attendance-" "gone down the drain, let's goo"

He said, pulling you all the way back to the main corridor, taking a left which leads to the hall where the gymnasium was located.

Gymnasium was not that far from where you guys were at previously, so it was a short walk.

The moment you were just seconds away from the place, you hear loud voices coming from inside. Not surprising, your group is a pretty loud group, i mean you have Chenle in it, what do you expect?

"Jaemin get back here!" you see Renjun, holding his fist up chasing a really scared Jaemin, Jeno strangling Jisung, Haechan filming it all in his phone, the moment you open the double door.

"Uh.. Guys?" Chenle calls out, the room going silent for exactly 5 seconds, looking over to the front to see who was there, seeing you and Chenle, they resume what they were at.

"h-hey Y/n!" Jisung greeted you, struggling as Jeno still strangled him, momentarily looking up to look at you with his infamous eye smile, giving you a small wave.

Renjun, Jeno, Haechan and Jaemin were of the same grade, and lucky for them they shared the same classes. Chenle was a year older than you, well a few months as he was born towards the end of the year.

You and Jisung were also in the same grade, but in different sections, you had a few classes together though. So you and him spent most of your time together.

Mark is the oldest among the 8 of you. You met him through Haechan and immediately clicked together because of your mutual love and appreciation for watermelon. He also happens to be the only one who knows about your little crush on Jisung. The day he got to know about this, he wasn't an ounce surprised, 'It's obvious you like him and he does too, i mean, have you seen him THAT comfortable with skinship with the rest of us?'

"Heyyyy, stop killing each other and let's do something!" Chenle called out once again. Jeno and Jisung eventually stopped. But Renjun was committed on wanting to tear Jaemin's limbs, reason? Only the heaven's would know.

"Me and Jisung are gonna play, anyone want to join?" Jeno asked, most probably to the walls as no one bothered replying, you and Jisung not even listening to anything that's happening around you, as you two got immersed in your own conversation the moment his throat was let free.

"No, Corndogs are definitely superior-" "-What no" "Enoughhh" Jeno interrupted, pulling Jisung away, gripping his hoodie. You see him lean closer to Jisungs ear, whispering something as you watch your bestfriends ears turn red, immediately starting his chain of 'wait a minute' 'bro' 'no wait', a habit of his each time he's nervous or flustered.

"Yes. And that's final" Jeno gave Jisung a cold stare. You hear a scream from the back of the gymnasium, you all go silent, wondering what's wrong. "ReNjUn NO NOT THAT" up on hearing Jaemin's scream, you do nothing other than laugh, "stop laughing you hoes i'm at the verge of death here!"

"I'll go help him" With that Chenle chuckled and started making his way towards the fighting pair. Not knowing what else you could do, you make your way towards Haechan, who stood beside the basketball hoop, a little too immersed in his phone.

"But Jeno!-" Jisung screamed, you pay no mind, sneaking up behind the phone obsessed lad, slowly creeping up beind his back.

"Don't even try, I can see your reflection through the screen" Haechan said, you whine muttering 'no jam' under your breath. You hear Haechan giggle, turning around to look at you, finally abandoning his phone.

"Hi hi" he said, messing up your hair, you swat his hands away, smoothing your now bird nest looking hair.

"Ass" you call him, he feigns offence, placing his hands over his heart. "You hurt me" Haechan said, letting out a fake sob. Being the drama queen he is, you see him falling almost onto his knees, so you hit him on the back, a little too hard than intended, which made him let out a sound of pain.

"Okay now that actually hurts, wasn't breaking my heart enough for you?" the boy asked, "HAHA ON YOUR FACE" Jeno screamed, you turn around to see him pointing at Jisung, most probably talking about the fact that he just made a score.

"no bro wait-" Jisung starts again, you shake your head turning back to Haechan, who was now whining "You hurt me, and now you're just going to ignore me. Tsk" you laugh loud, the two boys dribbling the ball stops for a second, the taller one blushing just a little too obviously and then they resumed the game once Jeno laughed at the youngers state.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, i didn't mean to hit you that hard, though, well deserved" it was Haechan's turn to hit you this time. "Hey! Now who's hurting whom huh?" you ask him, being an equal drama queen as the boy in front of you, clutching the part he hit. Haechan let out a scoff. About to turn back to his phone.

"Y/n watch out!" you hear either Jeno or Jisung scream out to you. You're practically known around your campus for your slow processing brain and reflexes. Few found it cute, few found it stupid and you found it to be painful.

"Hu-?" the moment you turn forward to face the two boys, you see the ball they were playing with, coming in full force at you. Before you could react or move out of the way, the ball collided with your middle. The impact made you stumble back a little, you try reaching over to Haechan to balance yourself, but that was a little too late too.

Next minute you find yourself, losing balance and landing right on your butt with a soft thud. You blank out for a second. Jeno and Jisung's mouth wide open, The two who were fighting now stopped and was looking over at you, Chenle lost it the moment the ball had hit you, and Haechan was awestruck.

You let out an 'ouch' after having the pain finally kick in, that was when Jisung stepped out of his subspace and started jogging his way towards you. "Oh god Y/n i am so sorry! Are you hurt? You okay?" Jisung rambles.

"oh yeah definitely, totally not hurting cause of that stupid ball you threw" you say with a strained smile. "Of course i'm not okay you bimbo". Jaemin and Renjun were now laughing out loud alongside Chenle, and Haechan, now out of his shocked state, let out the loudest snort you've heard in your entire life.

"Jisung you dumbass, when i said shoot your shot, i meant try your luck with y/n, not actually shoot at her" Jeno said, his voice sounding like he was restraining a laugh, because at least he had some human feelings still left in him.

You laugh at the way Jeno framed the sentence. Jisung's eyes widen at his older friend letting out his secret and that's when you register Jeno's words.

Wait.

"You have a crush on me?" You ask, voice high pitched but kept low. Jisung looks anywhere but you, playing with his fingers, dusting non existent dust from his hoodie "YES HE DOES BUT HE'S TOO MUCH OF A WUSS TO TELL IT TO YOU" Chenle screamed.

"No see look, yeah true i do like you and yeah i am a wuss but i know you don't like me so-" he stuttered while speaking.

"You waited for me to get hurt to confess because?" You reply, Jisung's eyes widen the second time. "No no, i didn't wait for you to get hurt but like Jeno wanted me to make a score for you after screaming 'This is for you Y/n' and then confess to you, but hold up woah woah, you like me too?" He asked, voice nervous and he made it obvious.

"Not until you do what Jeno wanted you to do" You reply, a blush forming on both of your cheeks but god bless your long hair, because it covered your cheeks the moment you looked down.

"What?" He asked, confused, not knowing what you're talking about, standing up and reaching his hands out for you to use as a support to get up, stupid move because the pain worsened as you strain your abdomen to get back onto your feet.

You groan and let go of his hand, sitting back down. "You heard me. Now chop chop, I'm not enough patient to wait for another hour sitting on the floor, i want to go brag about being the Park Jisungs girlfriend"

All the boys started to let out hoots and whistles at your words as Jisung finally processed the words you let out.

He breathes out a laugh, getting up from the ground, heading towards Jeno, as Haechan threw the ball that was beside you back to Jeno. He took the ball from his friend's hand.

"Watch carefully" he said with the biggest smile on his face.

So initially, this oneshot was suppose to be long and not rushed. But since i had to rewrite it at least 3 times, i forgot a few plot so i ended up writing this. It's realllyyy not proofread so um.. You're strong if you made through the ff! 💗

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kiarcheo · 4 years

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Obliviousness, thy name is Katherine

Kat is oblivious and Anna is a good friend.

Once again inspired by an incorrect quote that snowballed into this...maybe I should start a series.

Also posted on Ao3

‘What’s taking them so long?’ Kat wonders aloud as she and Anna are waiting for Anne and Catherine to return with their drinks.

‘Take a guess.’ Kat just looks at Anna confused. ‘They are flirting.’ She explains, rolling her eyes.

‘What?’

‘Look at how Anne is hanging on her every word?’ Kat turns around and sees her cousin leaning against the counter, listening attentively to Catherine…Four drinks sitting in front of them unattended, waiting to be picked up. ‘I bet that Catherine is just telling her about her day because Anne asked about it.’

‘So what?’ Kat frowns slightly. ‘Cathy always asks me about my day.’

‘Yeah, and how often does she ask about ours?’

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Anna will admit that Cathy is not the suavest flirter. Modesty aside, that’s herself. Cathy does it more in a cute, sometimes fumbly, way. But the problem is not how she flirts. It’s that the recipient of her flirting is totally oblivious. Anna loves her best friend, but she is completely clueless. More than once she or Anne, and a couple of times even Catherine, had to step in because a guy had mistaken Kat’s friendly attitude with a positive reaction to his flirting. And she has lost count of the times she had seen Kat leaving guys and girls dumbfounded when their flirting would go over her head, she’d reply something nice and then just turn around and leave. The most recent one had been a guy offering to buy her a drink. Kat had politely told him that she already had one, raising the glass in her hand, thanked him and then turned to Anna, carrying on the conversation they were having while starting to move towards their table. When Anna, out of earshot, had inquired whether she had found him cute or not, Kat had looked at her in confusion. ‘Who?’

It's not that she is dumb, far from it, she just always assumes friendship rather than romantic intentions and often it’s quite endearing if not downright funny.

Like that time that Kat had all but collapsed next to Cathy, put her head on her shoulder and sighed, ‘Can someone take me out, please? I’ll pay them.’ Cathy had immediately replied, ‘I’ll gladly do it for free.’ Without even raising her head Kat had gone, ‘I don’t know if I should be happy that you’re such a good friend who wants to help me out,’ Anna had seen Cathy ready to say something before Kat had continued, ‘Or worried that you jumped at the chance to kill me?’ Anna remembers Cathy’s impression of a fish, opening and closing her mouth trying to find…any word, really. So yeah, it could be funny…although probably not for poor Cathy, so Anna decides that maybe it’s time she gives Cathy a hand and Kat a little push.

So next time they are out together she makes sure to complain again about Anne and Catherine. To be fair they are constantly bickering – which is their preferred way of flirting – so it’s easy to find an excuse. And then she proceeds to point out and list all the ‘coupley’ things they do.

‘I still don’t get it.’ Kat’s brows are furrowed. ‘Me and Cathy do things like that all the time.’

Anna merely gives her a long, level look.

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‘What?’ Cathy asks, looking fondly at Kat, who is giggling while looking at her phone.

‘Nothing, was doing this quiz Anne sent me,’ Kat turns her phone to show Cathy. ‘What vegetable are you?’

‘What did you get? A cutecumber?’

‘No, actually I got– wait, did you just flirt with me?’

‘Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing.’ She smiles, no trace of bitterness in her voice, only affectionate teasing.

Kat plops down. Face in her hands she groans out, ‘So stupid’.

‘You’re not.’ Cathy swallows. ‘I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable.’

‘It’s not that.’ Kat shakes her head. ‘I just…didn’t know?’ she sounds unsure of herself. She falls silent and Cathy waits for her because she knows she is collecting her thoughts.

‘Every time we ate alone?’

Cathy nods and she knows from Kat’s intake of breath that she has seen it.

‘When you asked me for a walk at the park…or around the lake…all those time…?’

‘Uh uh,’ Cathy smiles remembering them. They had been nice even if she knew that Kat hadn’t realised she had been trying to test the waters and ask her out. They had talked, and laughed, and sometimes they had gotten snacks to eat while strolling around. She cherishes those memories.

‘I am so sorry. I never realised-’

‘Yeah, I noticed.’ She interrupts her with a soft laugh. The last thing she wants is for Kat to feel guilty or to think she is upset. ‘But you kept saying yes to my invites, so I figured out you didn’t mind hanging out with me too much anyway.’

‘I love spending time with you!’

‘And I never got a talk from Anne or Anna…’ Not just to tell her to leave Kat alone because she was making her uncomfortable…Cathy would hope that with her being their friend too, she’d get the courtesy of being spared further embarrassment and being told if she had absolutely zero chances and Kat would never be interested (if she ever emerged from her obliviousness).

‘Anna.’ Kat looks like she has a sudden realisation. ‘You know, it’s not you. I just don’t realise these things. In general. The other day Anna was complaining about Catherine and Anne. And she pointed stuff out. Like them doing “couple things” and…’ She groans out a laugh at herself. ‘I told her that I still couldn’t see it. Because we would do them too. We as me and you,’ she gestures to herself and Cathy. ‘She just gave me a look. That I now realise was saying “you absolutely dumbass” probably.’

‘I have seen people flirting with you,’ Too many times for her liking, she wishes she hadn’t. ‘And you completely missing it.’ This part she did not mind too much. ‘I don’t know why I thought that if I were the one flirting, it would be any different.’ Cathy admits. That was another reason why she would get disappointed (of course, she is only human) but never too upset. She knows Kat and she knows that she genuinely wasn’t getting it. Cathy never thought for a minute that Kat was ignoring it on purpose.

‘I just…always think…friendship, you know. Eating out? Going to the cinema? I do it all the time with Anna. Or Catherine. Or Jane. And they are my friends. Never gave it a second thought. So if someone else asks? Why should I think that they don’t want to be friends but something more? Why if someone is nice then they must want something more? Aren’t people nice to their friends?’

‘Hey, you’re right, it’s totally fine.’ Cathy covers her hand, but she keeps her touch light so that if Kat doesn’t appreciate the contact she can easily slip away. She starts again once she thinks Kat’s rant is over. ‘I love being your friend. Would I love to try and be something more? Sure. But if you don’t want anything more than friendship with me? I’ll count myself lucky and be the best friend that I can be for the rest of my life.’ She sends her a reassuring smile.

‘I just never thought about it.’

Her smile slips a bit, but Cathy nods. She meant her words. She might need some time to get over it, but it’s fine. She will be damned before she loses Kat’s friendship over this.

‘I mean, why would you even be interested in me?’ Kat continues, sounding genuinely puzzled.

‘Why wouldn't I???’

They look at each other.

‘So you actually want to go on a date with me?’ Kat asks for clarification, still sounding quite surprised.

‘One that you know it’s actually a date? Absolutely. If that’s something you’d also like?’ Cathy hesitates. ‘I don’t want you to feel like you have to say yes just because I told you I was flirting with you.’

‘You know that I had other people flirting with me, right?’ Kat pauses. ‘That sounded different in my head. I mean telling me.’

Cathy just looks at her, confusion clear on her face.

‘Like,’ Kat tries to explain. ‘Anna telling me that someone was hitting on me. Or people saying it to my face…that they were trying to flirt.’ Kat trails off, frowning slightly. She knows that she isn’t the quickest on the uptake, but is she really that bad as she just made it sound?

‘Yeah.’

Cathy’s deadpan, completely unenthusiastic, response brings her back to the point. ‘And how many times did I go on a date because they told me that they were flirting with me?’

‘None?’ As far as Cathy knows, at least.

‘Exactly. So do you know what this mean?’ Kat doesn’t wait for an answer. ‘That if I say yes to a date with you it’s because I actually want to.’

Kat has never seen Cathy beaming as brightly as she is. ‘I think I owe Anna several drinks.’ She says, barely containing a giggle.

Kat gives a little moan, suddenly realising something. ‘You know she is never going to let us live it down, right?’

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ladyofmaidensandwinewrites · 3 years

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Just One Dance

Requested by @rileynicole1967

Absolutely, luv! Side bar, I’ve never seen these movies, but I gave the song a listen. Hopefully this is just as fluffy as you were wanting!

Characters: Dean Winchester, Fem! Reader, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Excessive fluff, implied smut without detail.

Wordcount: 2,852

You squeeze Dean’s hand comfortingly. “Dean, we can sit down, I’m only kidding, I didn’t mean to make you so uncomfortable.” You explain with a guilty frown. Here you are, trying to get the boys to relax, and instead poor Dean is looking at you like someone told him his impala is being towed. Dean stops you, shaking his head. “No. No, just, uh, don’t laugh at me. I haven’t done this in… well, ever.” He says gruffly. You smile fondly. Your knight in shining plaid is nervous you’ll tease him for being a clumsy dancer. “Promise I won’t laugh. Well, maybe a little.” You say, and Dean shoots you a glare that vanishes when you give him a cheesy grin. “You’re a dork.” He smirks. “Takes one to know one, Winchester.” You wink.

His eyes drop to your lips. You’re not sure you’re breathing.

Who knew all it would take to finally get you and Dean together was one dance?

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therealkatekane · 4 years

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My Journey

At the tender age of thirty-five, I have discovered anime. Don’t get me wrong, I first watched Princess Mononoke at sixteen. It was my first exposure to Eastern thought, and it blew my tiny adolescent western mind, and I loved it. But outside of Ghibli movies and Voltron (which I don’t count), I’ve never sought it out on my own.

As a previous post might indicate, I am obsessed with Godzilla, so it isn’t as if I’m closed off from Japanese media. Most of the video games I play are Japanese. (Fire Emblem, Harvest Moon, Rune Factory, pretty much anything Nintendo.) One of my partners is even a Pacific Islander of Japanese descent, who lived in Japan, who speaks Japanese. And we’ve been together seven years. But all of the sudden, now I’m on this quest to make up for lost time and consume all the anime I can.

(Note: If you have suggestions, I would love them. But I would prefer if they were queer. I want women in love with other women. It doesn’t have to be overt, but I don’t want any heterosexual romances, and would prefer as few male characters as possible. I’ve seen enough male-driven storylines, thanks.)

But today, I am here to word-vomit all about the queer extravaganza that is Senki Zesshou Symphogear. Because I am addicted. I’ll start with this picture.

And so begins our journey...

The show starts out the gate being super gay. Tsubasa (Blue) and Kanade (Red) are each a half of the singing duo Zwei Wing. They refer to one another as partners and there is a lot of “We can do anything as long as we’re together” and “I’m going to sing with you forever” type stuff.

Then there is Hibiki and Miku:

Friends since childhood, they are the core couple of the show. Hibiki is the main character who typically discovers she’s not just a normal girl and has the ability to wield a Gear, which allows her to become this adorable badass superhero. Miku is her anchor in the mundane world. She is frequently the one person or thing that can reach/inspire/motivate Hibiki. She is what drives Hibiki.

Hibiki calls Miku her sunflower, the place where she is warmest, where she will always return to.

Which brings me to the point that they share a bed. Despite having bunk beds, they always sleep together. Except when they’re fighting, then they go to their respective bunks. It’s just so cute.

The characters are delightfully complex. Hibiki is as pure as the driven snow but she isn’t naive. Usually, pure characters are oblivious or ignorant to the danger or evil around them, but Hibiki isn’t. She knows fighting is dangerous. She knows people can be evil, but those things never deter her. It makes her incredibly brave, even when confronted with someone she knows is malicious, she extends her hand in friendship because she chooses to believe the best in others. It is nice to see a character who is sweet and pure without being an utter dumbass.

We’ve all seen it. The sweet, precious hero is surprised that the bad guy who has been trying to kill them for an entire season won’t be their friend. Hibiki is NOT like that. She always gives people the opportunity for kindness without expectation, with the full awareness that it might be rejected.

Miku is the sweet, somewhat demure, nurturing one. She is the caretaker character. You might initially think she’s the standard timid and meek best friend stock character. But nope. She does not suffer fools. She is not an enabler. She is not afraid to call anybody out on their bullshit, regardless of who they are. She does what she thinks is right which also makes her very brave. She wants to protect Hibiki as much as Hibiki protects her.

Their dynamic is just lovely. Hibiki can kind of be a mess sometimes. She’s absent-minded, never on time, doesn’t prioritize school work. Miku is always there to pull her back down to earth, to center her. If she feels Hibiki is losing focus or deviating from who she is, Miku will always be the one to ground her. She truly is Hibiki’s anchor, her safe place. And I love it.

Oh and there is my dear Yukine Chris. I won’t go super in detail, but I will leave you with this:

It is exactly what it looks like. A queer D/s relationship. Unfortunately, it’s toxic and unhealthy. A whole lot of “I’m the only one that can love you” and “You have to obey me or I won’t love you anymore” and “I’m angry so you have to let me take it out on you” and so on. It’s all taken directly from the Abusive Relationship Handbook.

But worry not, we are not subjected to the toxicity for terribly long, and Chris gets the kindness and love she deserves from her new friends and senpai. I’d go more in depth, but y’know... spoilers.

Now, let us march forward to season two where our Roster of Queerness is completed by three additional characters. Two of which are so cute I cannot even fucking stand it.

I call them my Precious Gay Babies.

Kirika and Shirabe are two little baby gays that grew up in an orphanage with only one another and Maria, who is like a big sister to them. But oh my fucking god they are so precious I can’t even handle it.

Kirika is the more animated of the two. The sweet, cheerful ray of sunshine. And Shirabe is the quieter, more solemn of the two. They literally have a fight where they are shouting back and forth at each other how much they love one another. If this show was only about them, I would watch it. They are just way too cute.

Shirabe can be a little possessive of Kirika, and Kirika knows who she belongs to. If another girl touches her, she knows Shirabe will put the stomp down on it. I usually find behavior like that kind of squicky and toxic, but in this instance it isn’t too gross because I think it’s rooted in their background. They’ve only ever had one another so they’re extremely protective of each other.

I mean, just look.

Look at my Precious Gay Babies!

LOOK AT THEM!!

They are so cute and precious and I love them.

Let me wrap this up with Maria.

I won’t go too in depth with Maria because I don’t want to be spoiler-y. But 1) She’s fantastic. 2) No, I don’t know what’s up with her hair. 3) She is totally queer for Tsubasa, and I’m sailing on that ship.

I am midway through the fourth season. So, I haven’t caught up to the most current season (5) but holy hell. I am invested.

It’s just a bunch of girls (oh! And there is even a genderless, sexless character who is precious and I love) being in love with other girls and fighting monster things.

I fucking love this show. Right now, it’s kind of vying for top spot with Valkyrie Drive: Mermaid. Which may only be my number one because it’s a little more overt in its women sleeping with other women thing. It’s equal parts “fuck yes!” combined with “am I high right now?” That’ll be my next post, I digress.

If you are in the mood for some light but surprisingly good entertainment featuring a strong line of female characters who all fall in love with one another, then I cannot recommend Senki Zesshou Symphogear enough. It is fan-fucking-tastic. It doesn’t require too much thought, but it makes up for it by giving you a ton of warm, fuzzy feels.

And if you can recommend me anything similar. Or anything that heavily features queer women, I would be forever in your debt.

Oh, and PS there is a mobile game, which is how I found the show in the first place. Downloaded the game, played it, then got all fucked up on the anime. Worth it.

#symphogear #senki zesshou #tachibana hibiki #hibiki #miku kohinata #yukine chris #kirika akatsuki #maria cadenzavna eve #tsubasa kazanari #shirabe x kirika #amou kanade #zwei wing #hibiki x miku #precious gay babies

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phoebenavarro · 5 years

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in honor of bmc closing here’s some notes I took on my phone after I saw the show in may and never actually got around to posting lol

under a cut cause long

Jeremy’s striped shirt is very reminiscent of Ness’s shirt in Earthbound (hc: Jeremy is a huge Mother fan, he loves Earthbound and he’s played fan translations of Mother 3) (he always wanted a group of friends like Ness has in Earthbound, people he could save the world with. He’s always had Michael of course, but he wanted to be part of a party like in an rpg) (and by the end of the show he does)

Love all the details behind Jeremy’s bed-- empty soda cans, the n64 and NES, and ROB

All the details in the set are great, like the posters at school and in the mall. There’s a poster for the GSA that says “Don’t fear queer”

Jeremy sounds like he’s about to cry as he says “I was just trying to get to my locker” when Rich is writing on his bag :(

“No, I always sweat this much” *furiously wipes forehead with sleeve*

“I get it, you’re a virgin!” the look of pure MORTIFICATION on Jeremy’s face

Christine touching Jeremy’s chest and he clutches his heart and looks like he’s about to have a heart attack (MOOD)

Christine stopping herself from info dumping at the beginning of ILPR but then seeing that Jeremy’s interested and the words spilling out of her is SUCH an ADHD mood

Jeremy mouthing “fuck, no” when Jake first is talking to Christine

Anthony Chatmon is a very cute Jake. He makes him very endearing. He’s very earnest but also a complete dumbass LMAO

When Rich’s Squip glitches and he’s laying on the ground, Jeremy just walks away lol

When Rich is singing about his penis in the Squip Song, Jeremy points at his crotch and is like “your....?”

The projections behind the Squip people are SO COOL (all the projections are super cool I love them)

“All I have to do is give the Guy Who tor........... ments me six. HUNDRED- yeah he’s scamming me”

I adore two player game!!!!!! The choreography and the projections are great and its a super creative way to make a song where the characters are doing something as visually boring as playing a video game interesting to watch

Michael when Jeremy and his dad are talking is really the epitome of “your friend and their parent are arguing in front of you and you don’t know what to do”

“I think I just blew my bar mitzvah money on a wintergreen tic tac” is SUCH A GREAT line I love it

The squip: “You make everyone around you nauseated” Jeremy: huge smile, mouths “wait what”

The Squip likes to be tall

Literally being able to see the gears turning in the Squip’s head as it watches Jeremy interact with people. It’s absolutely fascinated

The Squip looks so happy and supportive when Jeremy does something good unprompted? Like it gives Jeremy a little thumbs up when Jeremy adds the “She’s french” line when talking about Madeline

Sync up is so awesome and I straight up can’t imagine the show without it now that it’s there. Like I love how Jeremy masters the Squip hand choreography and he’s totally in sync (ha) with everyone else

Okay but I am DYING at the play being set in Athens............. Georgia (like... I went to school there! Go dawgs!) (I saw a production of midsummer once where the “you’ll know him by his athenian garb” meant that Demetrius was wearing a bulldogs sweater)

The Squip is absolutely BAFFLED when Jeremy is talking with Christine and being a huge fucking dork and she’s actually into it. And it’s just fascinated by here. Love it. I think it realizes then and there that she can’t be as easily manipulated as someone like Brooke, and I think that’s why it tries to kind of steer Jeremy away from her.

The Squip is like. So pleased with itself during all of Guy I’d Kind of Be Into

“DID YOU KILL EMINEM” “Noooooooooooooooot exactly” (low key the funniest line in the show)

Brooke and Jeremy are actually really cute and I get really sad for her cause she clearly likes him a lot and he just ends up hurting her (which was not his intention, but like, it still happens)

You can see the beginnings of the Squip’s plan forming as it watches everyone sing “I’m tired of being the person that everyone thinks that I am” during Upgrade

Loser Geek Whatever is. God. So relatable. And so many lines in it hit me so hard because like, someone put that experience into words

You can see Michael on the screens in the set walls saying Jeremy’s name for a second after the “optic nerve blocking on” line

I need a recording of the intermission music it’s so funky and I love it

I LOVE brooke’s dog costume it’s adorable

Jeremy says “fucking incredible” while the Squip is dancing during halloween

The Squip rolls its eyes at Jeremy for not realizing that Chloe is hitting on him and gives Chloe a look like “I know, he’s so oblivious” when Chloe laughs at Jeremy for not getting it

Chloe falls over on the bed during Do You Wanna Hang

The Squip flops face down on the bed when it gets shut down because of the alcohol and then it just stays there for the rest of the scene

Literally everyone in the audience gasped when Jeremy called Michael a loser

Michael does some of the same choreography from Two Player Game during Michael In The Bathroom and it hurt my heart

“pucking your way through the cast of midsummer” okay but what cast of midsummer HASNT had that one person that dates/hooks up with multiple people in the cast

I realized that the reason the Squip tells Jeremy that he has to leave NOW is cause it knows Rich is about to set the house on fire, not because everything else went poorly for Jeremy

Rich set a fire is SUCH a fun number, I love everyone’s slippers/pajamas and I love Brooke throwing her banana peel off stage and flinging her headphones off

I love Jeremy’s outfit in the scene where he yells at his dad. He looks really good okay, even if he’s being a dick

Pants song is lovely, also at the “do you love him” line there was like a record scratch sound effect (Michael: yup, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got into this situation.)

God... I love Pitiful Children. It manages to be funny at the beginning and then it turns into an incredibly threatening villain song by the end of it... Extra disturbing because Jeremy is so into it

I LOVE everyone’s costumes in the play - all the sequins, and I love Brooke and Chloe’s wigs. (Bit unrealistic that those would be costumes for a high school play but they’re so cool I’ll let it slide)

Gotta mention Jeremy’s vocal glitches, they blew my mind. Can’t believe Will Roland just does that (also I’m sad the line about vinyl isn’t on the cast recording cause that was low key my favorite glitch)

Jeremy flipping off the Squip and then the Squip twisting Jeremy’s arm >:(

The Squip’s death is so cool... I love the effects. Technical theatre rules

I love everything about Rich realizing he’s bi. Compulsory heterosexuality really do be like that sometimes

“Hi Rich........ Bye Rich” Michael I love you

Rich like, trails his hand up Michael’s stomach and Michael laughs and smacks his hand away and then he’s horrified cause he hurt Rich’s burns

I gotta mention the Hello Kitty shoes because I still can’t believe they’re real!!!! I love them and I love Jeremy with all my heart!!!!!!!

“Embrace the traits that make you so odd!” Love is stored.... In the Brooke (She’s so sweet and also I think she really did like Jeremy in part because he’s “odd” so get fucked Squip)

Troy Iwata’s Michael has a different jacket for VIMH. He’s got a Japanese flag patch and there’s a different thing on the back. I couldn’t read it but it’s different from George’s. The details!

Voices in my head is lovely and it makes me so happy

(Sorry I still can’t believe BMC didn’t get nominated for at least sound design cause the sound design was amazing. Imo it also deserved a lighting design nom. Sigh. Maybe if they’d gotten more Tony noms it wouldn’t have closed so soon.)

But yeah. It’s been two days and I already miss BMC on broadway. But I am looking forward to the show having a very successful future being licensed for school productions and other local productions!

#be more chill #bmc #theatre rambles #mine

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years

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sanjivani 05.11.19 lb

i'm already all yelled out with @nawaazishein even before watching this ep but... here we go.

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SIS TU BOLNA BANDH KAREGI TOH WOH KUCH BOLEGA. TRAIN KI TARAH CHADHE JAA RAHI HAI USKE UPAR.

ishani toh silence se violence pe utar aa gayi. good, achcha target hai yeh. issi ke wajah se toh hua hai sab.

........... this proves nothing. they were bffs already. like if rahil had a pic like this of sid and himself as his wallpaper, would she react the same way? matlab, kandhe pe haath hi toh rakha hai, not like they're making out with tongue in the pic.

aman almost seems more broken up about sid/ishani than asha (and his unborn fetus.) waah re indian tv. shipping ho toh aisi.

i feel nothing. i feel nothing for any of these fucking dumbasses. you're all so fucking dumb, jesus. how are grownass adults allowed to be this goddamn stupid????

suchhhhhhhhhhh fucking bad dubbing. like srsly, y'all couldn't shoot a decent scene with robin while you had him???

BRO MAAFI TUJHE PEHLE ASHA SE MAANGNI CHAHIYE, THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT?!?!?!

THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SID NE MUJHE DHOKA NAHI DIYA?????? JUST COZ HE DIDN'T HAVE SEX WITH ASHA DOESN'T MEAN HE DIDN'T FUCK YOU OVER WITH WHAT HE DID. SIS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?????/

"AB MAIN BILKUL THEEK HOON."

UHHHHHHHHH I BEG TO DIFFER.

this boy needs to legit be put on r/dogshaming, with the amount of guilty puppy face he makes.

BEHEN YOU NEED TO LEGIT GET A HOLD ON YOURSELF WITH THIS ADORING, WORSHIPING LOOK. HE WENT AND MARRIED A WHOLEASS OTHER PERSON 12 HOURS AFTER TELLING YOU HE LOVED YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO. STEP THE FUCK BACK. HE IS SOMEONE ELSE'S CONVENIENT HUSBAND. NO TOUCHY-WOUCHY TILL THE COURTS/GOD HIMSELF MAKES A DECISION ABOUT THE DISSOLUTION OF THEIR MARRIAGE.

of course.

shashank be like jfc all my kids are fucking crazy. uh DOYYYYYYYYYY. SIR MASHA'ALLAH SE AAP HI KE NAKSHE KADAM PE CHAL RAHEIN HAIN.

juhi giving generic insta/facebook waala parenting advice that childless ppl give sooooooooo easily.

she's so cute and they're so happy around each other and i wanna support this but ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i'll eventually make my begrudging peace with it, but for now imma sulk.

you're making some lofty promises, ishani; considering you just walked in, don't know what's wrong with her/the fetus, and haven't even so much as looked at a goddamn chart or run a test.

ugh poor asha. she's so so relieved to get her female friend back. i feel that, sis. no matter how much a man tries, he just can’t be as comforting as a woman. it’s just fact, dude.

lmao instant accusation on sid. bechaara, he can't do anyyyyyyything right these days. kahaan phas gaya yaar tu? achchi khaasi toh chal rahi thi teri life. neki karne ke chakkar mein pair pe kulhaadi nahi, apna saara pair hi amputate kar diya tuney, bewakoof.

someone unleash this hormone-riddled, ragey asha on aman. i would like to see it.

haan, maafi aur dosti ke tu kaabil nahi hai... par ugh. pighal gaya dil, kya karein ab.

LMAO ISKA HAAL DEKHO. I CAN'T HELP BUT LAUGH AT THIS DUMBASS DHOBI KA KUTTA. BOHUTTTTT SHAUK CHADHA THA NA??? AUR BANN MAHAAN.

"uss raat mein tumhaare paas aa raha tha..." pft. that’s enough to make laddoos phootofy in ishani's brain.

STUPID. STUPID STUPID STOOOOOOOOOPID FUCKING SMILEY BEAN I WANT TO KILL YOU FROM SHEER RAGE WHY ARE YOU SO DAMNED CUTE YOU STUPIDASS FUCKER MY GOD THE CONFLICTING EMOTIONS RUNNING THROUGH MY BODY RIGHT NOW I NEED TO FUCKING LIE THE FUCK DOWN.

BRO HONESTLY, WHAT THE FUCK KINDA EXCUSE IS THIS??????? MESSAGE NAHI KAR SAKTA THA KYA TU ISHANI KO, NORMAL INSANO KI TARAH???? DOES WHATSAPP NOT EXIST IN THIS UNIVERSE???? HER BEST FRIEND JUST CALLED SCREAMING AND THREATENING SUICIDE AND YOU DIDN'T THINK SHE DESERVED TO KNOW OR COME HELP????????? YOU JUST LET HER HANG OUT OBLIVIOUSLY AT A RESTAURANT TILL 2 AM WHILE THIS WAS GOING ON????? THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUR BRAIN?????

lmao ketchup.

asha, you're a doctor. you should already know that wrist-cutting has super fucking low chances of actually resulting in death. also if you really didn't care about the life of your fetus then, why didn't you just go for an abortion????? itna pain aur bleeding bhi nahi hota MTP mein toh........ idk why the hell you didn't just go for that option.

asha unknowingly pushing alllllllllllllllll of sid's triggers. how serendipitous!

"iss bachche ko baap ka naam milega."

oh cool, so you'll go find aman and reason with him then? to come back and make a rational, logical decision together with asha?

"iss bachche ko main apna naam doonga."

oh. oh no. completely the fucking opposite then. UH HUH, OK COOL. MAKES TOTAL SENSE.

AND ASHA, LIKE I SYMPATHISE WITH YOU AND YOUR SITUATION, BUT THE FUCK KINDA STUPID ASS EXCUSE IS THIS FOR MARRYING HIM????? USNE OFFER KIYA AUR TUMNE ACCEPT KAR LIYA??????? IF THE WATCHMAN OF YOUR BUILDING OR A POLICE OFFICER OR SOMETHING HAD BROKEN IN TO SAVE YOU AND MADE THE SAME OFFER, WOULD YOU MARRY THEM???? MATLAB YEH KYAAAAA HI BAKWAAAAAS LOGIC HAI KISI SE SHAADI KARNE KA????

BITCH ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY??????? STOP GAZING AT HIM LIKE THAT. JESUS. YOU'RE ALL FUCKING BATSHIT MENTAL. SANJIVANI NEEDS TO START DOING MANDATORY COUNSELING BEFORE INDUCTING PEOPLE INTO ITS RESIDENCY PROGRAM. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SAYING THIS BUT PERHAPS ARMAAN AND RIDDHIMA AND THAT DUMBASS BUNCH OF OVERGROWN TWEENS WERE SMARTER THAN THESE ACTUAL-GOBAR-FOR-BRAINS NINCOMPOOPS?!?!?!?

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haan ok saath toh tu hai, par isse aage kya???? you're just gonna live happily playing ~~ishani maasi~ to this kid, ecstatic about the fact that he didn't have sex with asha to make this one particular baby???? what about the rest of their marriage and lifelong co-parenting relationship???? LIKE...... WHAT'S YOUR LONG TERM VISION OF THIS SITCH AND HOW YOU FIT INTO IT, ISHANI?????? GOD. YOU'RE SO FUCKING STUPID, I CAN'T EVEN.....

#sanjivani #sj lbs #episode liveblogs

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name-me-regret · 4 years

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The Hoodie Borrower - Chapter 8

Summary:

Tony wasn’t going to get involved with the kid. He’d made a mistake bringing him to Germany. Then he started to realize that he needed to keep this dumbass kid alive. Yeah, that’s all it was.

Author Note: So, I got super blocked and I kept going back to methods of trying to get past it but it didn’t work for a long time. Yeah... so, sorry this is so late. Didn’t mean for it to happen. Thanks to Diana for her spamming and encouragement. You helped me, girl.

Read it on AO3.

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“When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me And darlin', darlin', stand by me Oh, stand by me Woah, stand now Stand by me, stand by me Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me Oh, stand by me Woah, just stand now Oh, stand, stand by me...“

~Stand By Me - Ben E. King - - - - Peter grinned as he read the text message that Miles had sent him, always thinking his friend was super funny. He’d just scored a DVD player from the dumpster a few blocks from school as he headed for the subway to get home. Even if it didn’t work, Peter was pretty confident that he could get it working once again. Miles to go for road work: So... wanna hang out this weekend? I found this awesome cafe last time. Wanna get some food or something? Peter bee Parker: Yeah sure, that’d be great. MJ likes cafes and stuff, and Ned is always down. Let me ask them if they’re free Miles to go for road work: Oh, yeah sure. Lemme know. All the way in Brooklyn, a teenage boy let his head drop onto the pillow with a groan. “Damnit,” he mumbled. Ganke laughed from his seat at his computer. “Again?” Another groan was Ganke’s answer. “Parker is totally oblivious, man. You gotta ask him straight... well, maybe straight isn’t the right word for it.” “Fuck off,” Miles grumbled. “Anyways, what I’m more concerned about are these... new abilities of yours. What’re you planing on doing with them? Gonna become like that crazy dude on YouTube?” Miles turned on his back and looked at his hand, flinching as electricity crackled along it. “I dunno,” he muttered, flexing his hand and tried to do it again only for nothing to happen. “I think I gotta figure them out first before I decide to do anything.” Ganke hummed in agreement as he continued to type on his laptop. - - - - “Hey May.” “How was school today?” she asked as he tossed his bag aside and put the DVD player he’d found in the trash on the table. “It was ok,” he said with a bit of a shrug. “There’s this crazy car parked outside...” He turned to face her and froze when he saw Tony freaking Stark sitting in his living room. “Oh, Mr. Parker,” the man said with a smirk. - - - - Chaos Squad Peter bee Parker: Sorry guys can’t make it to the cafe! I’ll explain when I get back Miles to go for road work well go when you get back Michelle aka the boss has changed the group chat to Nerd Squad Ned your boi: Type F to pay respects to Peter ‘ditches’ Parker Miles to go for road work: F Michelle aka the boss: F Peter bee Parker: :(( - - - - Peter groaned as he lay on the concrete of the airport terminal, not wanting to get up but he forced himself when he heard what might have been machine gunfire. He sat up, clutching his bruised ribs and lifted his face. The fourteen year old was horrified as he saw what appeared to be War Machine falling out of the sky, judging by the colors of the armor. He staggered to his feet, stepping forward as if he would help him, but he didn’t have super speed and would never make it in time. Peter heard Mr. Stark’s desperate cry of the Colonel’s name moments before he plowed at high speeds into the unforgiving ground. Peter shut off the comm with a shaking hand, the other one still holding it against his abdomen. “Kid,” he heard, turning to see Happy signaling Peter to follow him. He glanced toward the direction he had seen War Machine fall, before he turned and hurried away. - - - -

Tony went against the doctor’s orders when they told him he needed complete bed rest. He knew he should be resting, because he was in such pain due to his cracked sternum from getting a vibranium shield slammed into his arch reactor in his chest. It had been like after Afghanistan all over again, and it was hard to take deep breaths without feeling pain, and if he coughed or laughed it was agony. However, he had to see the kid home. He knew that Happy could have easily taken him home, since he’d picked him up four days ago. Tony had to meet with Rhodey and coordinate their plan or attack. It had been such a difficult thing to think about, attacking whom had once been their friends. And he had almost let Happy take him, because of the pain. Then the image of being knocked out of the air by that giant hand had invaded his brain, Rhodey falling with frightening speed toward the ground. So, he had gotten his battered and bruised body up. As he dressed with difficulty, Tony realized that he never should have taken him into this fight. He was fourteen years old for crying out loud. Luckily, he was more resilient than he gave him credit for, but the imagine of the kid laying on the tarmac looking broken wouldn’t leave his head. Tony picked up the kid from his hotel room and driven them to the airport. And even if he had been on it before, Peter was still so amazed by the plane and the seats and being in the air for the second time in his short life (fourteen!), and his guileless attitude eased some of the hurt (Don’t think of it). Then he had fallen asleep, proving he was more tired (or hurt) than he was letting on. That was after eating three servings of the meals on board. Tony was looking through the newspaper Happy had shoved in his hand and was amused as he remembered how much the man had bitched about it. He must have dozed off as well, since he was also still injured and exhausted (more emotionally than physically). Tony hadn’t even woken up when Happy had lowered his seat to a more comfortable position. It was as they cleared USA airspace that he was woken up, by several dozen beeps. He jerked out of his slumber and into a defensive position, feeling agony shoot through his chest. The man bit his lip to stop the cry that wanted to claw up his throat, seeing black spots from the pain. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and Roger’s voice (which he’d come to despise) in his ear ’He’s my friend.’ ‘So was I.’ The shield, which had been made by his father and that had once stood for justice, coming down as if for a death blow as he helplessly- “Oh, mood,” a young voice giggled. Tony’s eyes shifted to the right and came to alight on one Peter Parker, a smile on his face still plump with baby fat. He was looking through his phone and Tony realized all at once that the beeping had been coming from his shitty iPhone. They must have gotten within satellite range of whatever phone company May Parker had. It took him another moment to realize he was staring, and that’s likely why the teen was giving him a questioning look. Tony cleared his throat before he spoke. “You’re certainly popular, or is it a clingy girlfriend?” he teased, hoping his voice didn’t sound forced. He was certainly forcing himself. Tony was amused at the look on kid’s face, seeing the flush crawling up his cheeks. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he muttered petulantly as he hunched his shoulders. “A cling boyfriend then? I don’t judge. Free love and all that.” Peter’s face was pretty red by then and Tony felt like giggling. He was so easy to fluster, and it was a refreshing change. Peter wasn't like Steve at all, who would have shaken his head and ignored Tony. Well, he supposed that he still wasn't use to Tony's antics, and gave it a month until he was sick of Tony. It was bound to happen. "No, Mr. Stark. It's just my friends Ned and Miles. They're roasting me on Discord," he said with an eyeroll but a smile on his face. It was a fond kind of smile that Tony hadn't worn since the days before the Avengers had become a thing. When it had just been Rhodey and him, and Pepper and Tony had just started what wasn't yet a doomed relationship. "Oh, is that so? And what are they "roasting" you about?" he inquired, lifting his hands to do air quotes. Peter giggled. "I can't believe you did the air quotes. That's such a dad thing to do." He was distracted by another ding on his phone that he missed the stunned look on Tony's face.

No one had ever said he was paternal, in any way, and here was this fourteen year old having just crushed all that with one word. Granted, he hadn't actually called him dad, but he had said he had done something a father would do (or did). And even if it wasn't a big deal, since Peter had gone back to laughing at his phone, it was huge to Tony. He had no fatherly qualities and had no plans on becoming a dad, since his own father hadn't been... the best dad. So, he knew he would never make a good one. As they dropped off the kid off in front of his apartment building, where he had laughed for the first time since before the Siberia incident, he knew he had to put some distance between Peter and him. He'd planned on taking the superhero teenager under his wing and teaching him the ropes, and perhaps he would be better than he had been; wouldn't make the same mistakes he'd once done. Now, however, after that one word, Tony couldn’t take the kid on as a mentee, it just wasn’t possible. He had to break away now, while he still had a chance. Besides, he'd be fine. How much trouble could a super-kid get into stopping purse snatchers? - - - - When he had to save the disaster super-kid from drowning after getting tangled in his own parachute, he knew he couldn’t leave him alone anymore. Now, he had a new job, whether he wanted it or not. That new job was to keep one dumbass super kid from killing themselves. - - - - "Uuuugh," Miles groaned as he landed heavily on the concrete, spitting up a bit of blood which got on the mask he was wearing. He'd gotten the idea to use a Mexican wrestler's mask to hide his identity for now, since using a ski mask would make him look like a burglar. Ganke rushed to his side as soon as he climbed the five flights of steps of the apartment building, breathing heavily. "H-holy... shit, Miles?" he gasped. coughing a bit. "Is... anything broken?" He pulled up the mask, spat the blood in his mouth and lifted a thumbs up. Then fell back against the pavement, another pained groan escaping his mouth. "Rip," his traitorous friend laughed at him, reaching out to help him off the ground. "Come on, enough with trying to kill yourself. Don't you have a date today?" Miles elbowed him with a scowl. "It's not a date." Ganke just laughed as he clutched his stomach. "Crashed and burned again," he cackled. Miles only grumbled but didn't deny it. "Is he still gushing over that Liz girl?" When his friend's shoulders slumped as he sighed, Ganke only patted his shoulder sympathetically. It was one thing to try and ask Peter out and fail, but another to see him crushing after some girl from his school. Miles was hoping it was more that he was oblivious than him being straight. Because if he was straight, than he was screwed.

“This sucks,” he grumbled, Ganke nodding solemnly, even if Miles knew he was an asshole that enjoyed his pain. He didn’t know why he was friends with him.

“Come on, let’s grab some burgers. My treat,” he told him.

Oh yeah, cause he was awesome and bought him food constantly since his metabolism had skyrocketed like crazy.

“Then we can work out why you suck at asking out one guy to a single date.”

Also, cause they were roommates and it was too late in the year to change rooms. - - - - Peter jumped as his phone rang, fumbling with it for a moment and it was only his sticky powers that kept it from falling to the pavement down below. "Hello?" he asked uncertainly, recognizing the number but not sure if it was really Mr. Stark.

“Hey, kid, do you want to come over to work in the lab Friday after school?”

The fifteen year old was sure he was dreaming, so he used his free hand to pinch his right arm. It hurt. So, meant he wasn’t dreaming. “S-sure!” he sputtered before he could change his mind.

“Great. Happy will pick you up after school. I’ll call Aunt Hottie and let her know.”

He hung up before he could ask him how he had his aunt’s phone number, but he should have known better. He’d found him when he had thought he was being super careful on keeping his secret identity a.. well, a secret.

- - - - Peter grinned as he put the finishing touches on his new web shooters. “I did it! I can’t believe I was able to make this all on my own-“

The canister exploded, covering him in webbing as he was flung back. He’d clenched his eyes and mouth closed, his senses screaming at him in time that he was able to spare them from being filled with the sticky webbing. When he opened them and glanced around, he realized he was stuck to the wall, arms and legs spread-eagle. Well, at least he could see, even if opening his eyes had been hard, but breathing was proving to be a bit difficult.

As he wondered how he was going to get out of this, the door opened with a swish and it was only cause he was already facing them that he saw them, since he was barely able to turn his head. Tony and a blonde haired teenage boy he didn’t recognize were standing there. He was super embarrassed, and also, he couldn’t breathe.

FRIDAY must have alerted Tony of this (he also couldn’t hear too well), because the man hurried over, grabbing a screwdriver on his desk to cut away the webbing covering his face. Now that he was closer he could kind of hear him. “Jesus, kid,” he grunted as he freed his nose and mouth, and Peter took in a gasping breath. “Is that better? Breathing okay?”

“Yeah,” he croaked. Peter tried to pull away from the wall, but realized he’d have to use his super strength to accomplish this, and he didn’t want to let this other boy know and possibly oust himself as Spider-Man. By then the other had reached Tony’s side, whom was taller than the man.

“Isn��t there like something to dissolve it?” he asked, eyebrows raised questionably. His dark blue eyes were almost like the deep waters of the ocean.

Peter shook his head when he realized he’d actually been seeing black spots. “Y-yeah, I think it’s in a jar in that drawer behind you.” The kid went to do that while Tony continued to cut away the webbing covering his face. His hands were shaking.

“Don’t scare me like that, Peter. I have a heart condition.”

The use of his name showed how shaken he’d been, and it was a scary thing. He’d been thrown against the wall, and that had punched out the air from his lungs. The webbing had been so thick that he couldn’t get any air in. So, Peter would have been in trouble if Tony and this other kid hadn’t come when they had.

By that time he’d managed to uncover his entire head and face, and the other had returned so he couldn’t say anything to his words. “Is this it?”

Peter had put it in a small spray can for easier administration, so it was easy for Tony to take it and spray it about three times and get him down. “The rest can dissolve in water.”

“You’ll have ta get in clothes an’ all,” the other teen said, and Peter now noticed his southern accent. It sounded nice, a real change from the usual New York accent, and Miles’s Brooklyn accent. He was wearing a black denim Harley Davidson jacket of some kind with a black hoodie under that, and some frayed blue jeans with some beat up sneakers.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he grumbled. There wasn’t enough dissolvent to get rid of all the webbing. He went to walk away and looked at him. “Um, nice to meet you. I’m Peter. P-Parker. Peter Parker,” he stuttered, feeling his face warming.

What a terrible first impression. This was almost as bad as the basketball covered in dog poop incident when he’d first met Miles. Peter just hoped this turned out alright in the end as well, and especially with him having a new friend.

“Nice to meet you, Peter Parker. I’m Harley Keener,” he said with a grin. “Hope we can become friends.”

“Sure!” he enthused, his voice breaking and making him flush even more. “I’m gonna,” he motioned toward the door.

As soon as Peter walked off, the blonde boy turned to Tony. “So, that’s the intern you’ve been raving about?” Tony sighed and nodded. “Yeah, that’s my disaster kid,” he confirmed.

Harley nodded with a hum. “So, you didn’t tell me he was super cute.”

“Excuse me, what?”

“Since he’s your kid, does that mean I’d be your son-in-law if I started dating him?”

Tony looked at him and then pointed at the door. “Get out of my lab.” Harley cackled and simply ignored him.

- - - - When Peter came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, it was to a pile of clothes folded neatly on his bed. He didn’t have clothes in the room that Tony had dubbed as ‘his’, so they must have been Tony’s clothes. When he saw an old but well maintained MIT grey hoodie, he knew they had to be. It was warm when he pulled it over the slightly baggy shirt and pants.

If he purposefully kept it, well, Tony never asked for it back.-

#Hoodie Borrower #Peter Parker #Miles Morales #Tony Stark #Ganke Lee #Harley Keener #Michelle Jones #Ned Leeds #Fanfiction #bisexual miles morales #oblivious peter parker #The Hoodie Borrower

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daegu-taegi · 7 years

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Plans Gone Wrong

Pairing: Taegi

Rated: teen

Yoong had a plan. A well thought out one. It's not his fault that he never calculated in Taehyung finding out.

(Based on this: http://supercalvin.tumblr.com/post/154839127982/look-man-my-dude-i-am-all-for-engagement-fics)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9399797

Yoongi had a plan. A very well thought out plan.

Yoongi and Taehyung had been together for over three years, had known each other for more than ten and Yoongi was ready for the next step. Marriage. Which meant he was proposing.

When Yoongi and Taehyung first started dating, no one was really shocked. They had all been friends for ages, and even though Tae and Yoongi seemed like complete opposites, well, opposites attract, right?

Actually, they weren’t that different. Yeah, Yoongi was more on the quiet side and Taehyung was incredibly outgoing, but they just seemed to work somehow. Being expected to always be happy and outgoing wasn’t always easy and when Tae needed someone to help him when he was feeling bad, well, Yoongi was just always there. Despite popular belief, he could actually be really comforting. He was a really awesome hyung and one that Tae looked up to.

And no one was immune to Taehyung’s deep laughs and boxed smiles. So, when Yoongi was feeling down, ganging up on himself or just stressed, just being around Tae was enough sometimes.

And some time between the late night talks and the playful arguments, love grew. Romantically. Even to this day Yoongi can’t explain it. After another unsuccessful night trying to work on his latest project, Yoongi was stressed. Of course, Tae picked up on it and did everything he could to keep Yoongi’s mind off of all things stressful. After food and movies, cuddles and even promises of a nap, Yoongi realized something. He didn’t care what they did, because all of those things, while sounding nice, weren’t what was brightening his mood. No. Tae’s persistence to help Yoongi out of his bad mood was better than anything, even a nap. And that was when Yoongi started to realize what was happening. He liked Tae. Like, liked liked, Tae. Crap.

Thankfully, while Yoongi was having his crisis, Tae was oblivious to his inner turmoil and blamed Yoongi’s silence on his bad mood. That was until Yoongi decided that he needed to think quick, because now that he had realized what was happening, so many things from the past went through his head, and he was confident in thinking he wasn’t alone in his feelings. Like, maybe Tae looking up to him wasn’t all that it seemed. Maybe when Tae back hugged him or said all of those sappy things, maybe it meant more to him, too. And of course they all took care of each other, but it just felt different with Tae. As if he was drowning all of his actions towards Yoongi with an impossible amount of love. So, Yoongi had thought quick. Had leaned in just enough to gage Tae’s reaction. And when all he was met with was Tae’s eyes quickly darting to Yoongi’s own lips, he had his answer.

And after that, well, things were pretty much the same. Just with the bonus of kissing and an “I love you” said every now and then, and well, other things, too.

Telling their friends was extremely easy, considering that they all thought the two had been dating for some time.

Needless to say, it went pretty well. And Yoongi had a feeling that his proposal would go just as smooth.

It’d be perfect.

Taehyung knew. He knew everything.

People often mistook his enthusiastic personality as being completely oblivious, but they were so wrong. Because even though Yoongi had done so much work to plan everything out and to make sure Taehyung never found out, Tae found the ring. It was an accident. He swears.

He was trying to capture a spider to take it outside before Yoongi came and tried to kill it. And it was too beautiful to kill in Tae’s opinion. He had crawled around on the floor, chasing the thing, when he followed it behind the dresser. And there he saw it. A black box. At first, he wasn’t suspicious. They both wore jewelry, maybe one of their boxes fell behind the box. It wasn’t until he opened it that he realized what was happening. Inside was two simple, silver bands, which really had already raised Taehyung’s suspicion enough. But just incase he hadn’t caught on, the words engraved inside really were a helpful clue. Engraved inside of the bands were both of their names, with the date of when they became a couple right in the middle. Taehyung giggled at his boyfriend’s romantic side showing. He would have admired the rings more, but the sound of the front door opening had him quickly replacing the rings back into the box and hiding the box back behind the dresser.

But he still couldn’t keep the slight smirk off his face, because Taehyung knew.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Yoongi was nervous. There he was waiting for Taehyung to come home from work, so he could take him to the restaurant. Yoongi was already dressed in his suit. Had gotten ready pretty early due to being so nervous.

The sound of Taehyung coming in had Yoongi running, well, speed walking.

“Whoa! This is new. Dressing up just to welcome little ol’ me home. I’m honored.”

“Ha ha.” finally seeing Taehyung both soothed his nerves and made them ten times worse. “Actually, I have some great work news and I thought we should celebrate. So, we’re going out. Which means you need to go get ready. I already have your outfit out and everything. So, go hurry or we’ll be late.”

Tae’s face broke out into a big smirk, “yes, sir,” and ran towards the room.

A smile finally graced Yoongi’s face as he watched Tae tun out.

Yoongi was ready.

Taehyung was horrible.

He obviously didn’t want to ruin his boyfriends careful planning, he was just too cute. But he wanted to have some fun. And Yoongi seemed so nervous. Tae was just trying to lighten up the mood. Or at least that was going to be his excuse.

Walking into restaurant Taehyung could not help himself. “Wow! It’s so fancy here. You must have some pretty big news if we’re celebrating here.” And okay, maybe that wasn’t really helping Yoongi, but Taehyung was having fun and maybe Yoongi would too if Tae tried again.

So, when the waitress came complementing Tae’s tie, he really couldn’t help himself when he looked at Yoongi as said, “Did you hear that? She was totally flirting. I don’t blame her. I’m totally irresistible. You better hurry up and tie me down before someone steals me away.”

Okay, so he wasn’t helping at all if Yoongi’s death glare was anything to go by, but Tae was just really excited. And it wasn’t like Yoongi was going to break up with him. The dude was literally going to propose tonight.

However, Taehyung took mercy on his poor future fiance and behaved through the actual dinner.

But then the dessert came. And Tae could just slightly see the shiny, silver ring hidden inside. And Tae was ready for his final performance.

He scooped up a spoonful of ice cream, ring and all, and placed it in his mouth.

“I swear to God, if you choke on that ring I am not taking your dumbass to the the hospital.” And even though he says it with a straight face, Taehyunng can hear the love in his voice.

“You’d let your fiance choke to death,” Taehyung fake cries, finally taking the ring out of his mouth.

“At least it’ll save me from paying for a wedding,” Yoongi jokes, taking the ring from Taehyung’s hand. “I don’t know how, but you obviously found out. I had a plan and everything. I even thought of a speech. But I feel like me still wanting to marry you after pulling this stunt, well, that says more than any speech ever could.” Grabbing Taehyung’s hand, Yoongi slowly started to put the ring on Tae’s finger. “Will you marry me, Tae?”

Taehyung’s signature smile quickly grew onto his face. The one Yoongi was prepared to see for the rest of his life. “Yes! Of course I will! I thought you’d never ask.”

And Yoongi couldn’t help laughing at his incredibly crazy boyfr- fiance. “I hate you so much.”

“Love you, too, fiance.”

#taegi #au #fic #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #my writing

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