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write-orflight · 3 years

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Settle Down: Chapter 6

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)

Rating: M

Words: 2.8K

Warnings: None really

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one thing you need someone else for… A baby. You can plantonically start a family, right?

A.N: Kinda a filler chapter and I kinda made JJ a bitch in this chapter, oops. Let me know what you think and reply to this chapter or message to be tagged. much love- Cia

Chapter 6: Well, she’s a blob right now, so I hope not

You groaned when you woke up.

Your head and throat hurt so much. Spencer stirred next to you, sitting up when he saw you moved. He wordlessly hands you a cup of water, which you take graciously.

“How do you feel?” Spencer asks.

“Head hurts.” You groan.

“Yea, a concussion will do that.” He chuckles.

You look him in the eyes. “The baby?”

“Is completely fine.” Spencer finishes. “But about that…”

“What happened?”

“I’d like to preface this with it’s not my fault.” Spencer explains. “But when the doctor was telling me what happened, he let it slip that the baby was fine… in front of Morgan and Garcia.”

You wince. “How pissed are they?”

“They’re more excited than anything but… She is a little mad that we didn’t tell her especially since she knew we were trying.”

You nod. “I’ll get her a gift this weekend, she’ll get over it. But that means we’re going to have to tell everyone huh?”

“I made them agree to keep it under wraps until you were ready. It’s your decision.”

You nod. “I’ll go to Hotch as soon as I’m out of here.” You say.

“Y/N, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to--”

“No, you were right. I can’t keep putting the baby at risk because I’m scared. It’s better to just tell him as soon as possible and deal with the repercussions later.” You say. “You don’t have to, but will you come with me? I won’t tell anyone it’s yours if you don’t want me to.”

Spencer looks at you incredulously. “What? Y/N, I was not going to make you do this alone. We’re a team now. If we tell them, we do it together.” He says, grabbing your hand.

“Thanks, Spencer.”

“You’re welcome.”

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You never liked being in Hotch’s office which is why you tried to avoid it all cost. Spencer’s leg bounced nervously as the two of you waited for Hotch to finish his phone call. You tapped his leg to get his attention. Once granted, you gave him a look that read Are you okay or do I need to do this alone? Spencer shakes his head no at you and you lean back. Eventually, Hotch hangs up the phone and levels a look at the two of you.

“What did the two of you need to meet with me about?” He asks. “If this is another coffee dispute, I don’t want to be involved--”

“He knew that was my mug but that’s now what we’re here for.” You say. “We’re here because I need to fill out a leave form.”

Hotch looks at you seemingly more confused than he was before but nods anyway. “What leave form do you need?”

“Um, maternity.” Hotch’s eyes snap back up at you, widely drifting from you and Spencer. You knew you didn’t have to say it, Hotch was a talented Profiler and has been one for years. “I’m about 3 months now, so I’ll need it around November for 3 months and Spencer will need 1 month of Paternity leave--”

“Ok, let's back up for a second so I can make sure I’m clear on what’s happening here.” Hotch says, holding up his hands. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes.” You say.

“And Spencer is--”

“The father, yes.”

“And you guys are…?” He trails off.

“Co-Parents.” You say at the same time as Spencer says “Friends.”

Hotch sighs, pinching his brow together. “Is your previous relationship going to affect how you work together now?”

You and Spencer look at each other in confusion for a second before realizing exactly what Hotch was saying to you. “Sir, I understand your confusion but there is no previous relationship to worry about. Me and Spencer have never been in any kind of relationship. We just mutually wanted a kid.” You say.

“It won’t affect our work, sir.” Spencer adds.

“Well, except for the obvious way.” You say, pointing at your belly.

Hotch sighs again, before wordlessly handing the both of you a form. “I suggest the two of you find a better way to tell the team than you did me.”

You and Spencer wince at that before getting up, mumbling ‘yes, sir’. When you’re almost out the door, you hear Hotch call. “Y/N?”

You turn back, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Congratulations.” He says.

You can’t help the smile that crosses your face. “Thank you, sir.”

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The two of you decide to wait two more weeks before telling everyone, wanting to find out the gender first. You find out that you’re having a girl and Spencer holds you while crying while the doctor shows you your baby on the Ultrasound screen.

Your baby.

The very real human that you and Spencer created was in fact, real and you could see her.

“Thank you.” He whispers to you, when the two of you leave the office, pictures of your beautiful daughter in hand. “I just never thought I’d get this experience.”

It’s enough to make the waterworks start again.

Later, you go into work, lunch for you in Penelope in hand. When you sit the sandwich from her favorite shop in front of her, she says nothing.

“Aw, come on Pen. You can’t still be mad at me.”

“Yes, I can be.” She pouts.

“Look, I’m sorry I kept it from you but I didn’t want to tell anyone until I was sure I was having a healthy baby.” You say, Pen looks a little guilty but still keeps her back towards you. Alright, you think, time to pull out the big guns. “Would you still be mad at me if I let you be first to see the pictures of your goddaughter?”

That makes Penelope turn towards you with a wide eyed expression. “Goddaughter? As in--”

“We’re having a girl.” You say. “And we want you to be the godmother. But only if you want to.” You add.

Penelope smiles wide before wrapping you in a tight hug. “Of course, I will be! Are you kidding? If something happens to you, someone’s gotta make sure this kid gets into Harvard.”

You laugh. “Make it UPenn and you’ve got a deal.”

“You bet! Now, I was promised pictures…?” You smile and hand them over. Penelope coos as she goes through the photos. “Oh, she looks just like you.”

“Well, she’s a blob right now, so I hope not.”

Later, you guys get a case, 4 men murdered in New Haven, and you and Penny present the case together. After Hotch calls wheels up, you clear your throat.

“Actually, if you guys don’t mind waiting for a second, I have something to say.” You say, addressing the larger group. “Some of you already know this but since I’m probably going to start showing more by the time you get back I figure it’s better to tell you now. I’m pregnant, well me and Spencer are. It’s a girl, and she’s due around November.”

“Woah, are you joking?” Emily says, sitting up fully now. “You and Spencer are having a kid?” You nod and she jumps up to hug you. Which starts a cacophony of hugs and claps on the back in congrats for the both of you from the rest of the team.

“And you told me there was nothing going on between you and boy wonder.” Emily smirks, when she pulls back from your hug.

“Believe me when I tell you, she is the only thing happening between me and Spencer. Nothing else.”

She laughs. “If you say so, kid. But I see the way he looks at you.” She says. You can’t help but to look at Spencer in that moment who is smiling at the congratulations being given to him too. You can’t help but also smile at his warmth. He must feel your eyes on him because he looks up and smiles brightly back at you. Soon, Hotch is congratulating you guys again but directing the team to start getting ready as the Jet will be leaving soon. Spencer walks up to you in that moment.

“Are you going to be okay while I’m gone?” Spencer asks.

“Am I ever not?” You counter. Spencer laughs.

“Call me if anything happens, ok?”

It was in that moment that you realized just how much of a staple Spencer had become in your life. The idea of him being gone on a case for so long was… actually upsetting you and before you could stop yourself you ask.

“Can I call you if nothing happens?” You say, instantly regretting how desperate the sentence made you sound. Spencer looks at you confused for a second. “You know what? Nevermind, have fun. Or as fun as murder investigations can get--”

“Y/N.” He cuts you off, you look up at him and he has a marshmallow soft expression on those honey colored eyes that made you almost melt on the spot. “You can call me whenever you need me. Seriously, ok?”

You nod at the man. “Ok.”

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The team comes back two weeks later when you’re officially in maternity clothes. Which were a lot more comfortable. The only thing you had to worry about was occasionally swatting Penelope’s hand away from your belly. It’s not too long after their return that Penelope is suggesting you guys have a girls night, which you agree to whole-heartedly. You couldn’t drink but you needed to get out the house, you were practically going stir crazy.

“Alright 3 tequila shots for the grown ups and a mocktail for mama.” Garcia says handing out the drinks, which you gratefully take mumbling a thank you.

“God, I can’t believe you and Spencer are having a kid.” Emily adds after the group takes their shots.

“Neither can I sometimes, but I am excited.” You smile.

“Yea, it’s kind of… shocking.” JJ adds. Your eyes narrow slightly at her tone, something was off but you decided it wasn’t worth mentioning. “I just wished you guys had talked more about it before going through with it.” She shrugs.

Ok, now you were really confused. “Well, Spencer and I actually talked about it for a long while before actually deciding to get pregnant.”

“I’m sure you did, I’m just saying I wish you had talked about it more with us.” She adds.

Your mother used to always tell you no matter how hard you tried growing up, you could never fully hide when you were pissed. Which is probably why Penelope and Emily got weird looks on their face when you said. “Well JJ, I’ll be honest. When I decided I wanted to have a kid with Spencer. I didn’t think discussion needed to be had with anyone other than me and Spencer and on occasion, my doctor because we’re both adults capable of making very adult decisions.” You say, sipping your drink. “What’s your deal with Spencer anyway?”

She brushes that off. “I just don’t think he’s ready.”

“Well, I do because he’s an adult who thinks for himself and he told me he was ready. What, do you not think Spencer will be a good dad?”

She shakes her head. “I know Spencer will be a great dad.”

“So, you think I’m going to be a bad mother?” You say. JJ says nothing. “Cool, JJ, really cool.” You say, standing up and grabbing your bag.

“Oh come on, Y/N. I didn’t say that!” She calls.

“You didn’t have to. Thanks for inviting me, Penny.” You say, clutching your bag and holding the tears that threatened to leave. “I’ll see you guys at work.”

Leaving the bar, you realize that you were very upset and probably shouldn’t be alone so before you can stop yourself you call him.

Spencer answers on the second ring. “Hey, what’s wrong? I thought it was girls night.”

“Can I come over?” You blurt.

“Here?” Spencer asks. “Yea.”

“Great.” You say, hanging up.

The short ride to Spencer’s is filled with the soft sounds of Stevie Nicks playing through your speakers. When you get to the apartment building you bound up the stairs before knocking on the familiar door. You loved Spencer’s work clothes fine enough but if you had to pick a favorite Spencer’s lounge clothes were definitely in the top ten. The man stood in front of you in a pair of gray sweats and graphic t-shirt from a horror movie festival that he had told you he went to every year when you guys were talking about traditions you’d want to carry over to your child. And how he wanted for you guys to go as a family once she was a proper horror movie watching age. He wordlessly steps to the side to let you in the apartment.

“Hey, what’s up? You never want to come here.” Spencer says, as you settle on his couch.

“Did I pressure you into this?” You blurt. Spencer looks at you confused.

“What?”

“I mean, do you actually want this as much as I do or did I pressure you into this.”

“What? Of course, I want this. Have I given you any indication that I don’t?”

“No!”

“Then, what’s up?”

“I don’t know. I just, I really wanted our baby and if you weren’t ready then I should’ve thought about it more, asked more but even if you didn’t want it now it’s too late and JJ got in my head and--”

“Hold on, JJ?”

“We got into a slight argument at girls night.” You say.

“And what did she say to you?”

“That she wishes we talked about it more with them before just having a baby and that she also doesn’t think you’re ready. And she kind of implied I’m going to be a bad mom.” You say, furiously wiping your face as the tears fell from your eyes against your will. “I’m going to be a bad mom.” You repeat.

Spencer is immediately kneeling in front of you, large hands cradling your face as his thumbs gently wiped the tears from your eyes. “Hey, hey. First, you didn’t pressure me into this. In fact, you gave me time and space to come to my own conclusion and I decided on my own that I wanted to have a child with you. And I came to that conclusion because I know for a fact that you are going to be a great mom. Because I know that there is no one who is going to love this child as much as I will than you. And I know that I am 100% by your side and ready for this, ok? I didn’t ask for a second opinion because I didn’t need one. I knew that I wanted this and that I wanted it with you.” He says, you nod. “Do you need me to talk to her?”

“No, I have a feeling that’ll only make things worse.”

“She upset you.” Spencer points out.

She did but you didn’t want the unnecessary drama that would come with Spencer confronting JJ for you. So you brush it off. “Yesterday, I cried over burnt toast. It’s the hormones.” You say.

Spencer nods, taking the seat next to you on the couch. “Will watching Mulan make you feel better?”

“Do you even have to ask that?”

You’re about halfway through the movie when the thought comes to you.

“Your lease is up here in two months, right?” You say, turning your attention away from the army singing about their dream girls to the man whose shoulder you had drifted on at some point of the film.

“Yea.” Spencer nods.

“Move in with me.” You say. Spencer looks at you for a second like you’ve grown a second head. “I mean, It’s practical, right? I have a house, a room already set up for her, an office I can turn into an extra room for you. It’d be really helpful during the first couple of months. Plus, we wouldn’t have to worry about child-proofing this absolute fire hazard.” You say, gesturing to the books all around you. “And if you decide you don’t want to live there we can find you a new place.” You shrug.

“You’re serious?” Spencer asks. “You want me around that much?”

“As a heart attack, I always want you around, Spencer.” You say, before you can stop yourself, look at him with a soft expression.

“It is practical.” Spencer notes.

“So, that’s a yes?” You ask.

“It’s not a no.” Spencer smiles down at you before turning back to the screen.

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izzabeean · 3 years

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Chapter 9 : Anticipation

SUMMARY

Ushijima makes an appearance at your group outing, and you try to ignore his presence. But, of course, it’s easier said than done in this case.

pairing : ushjima x f!reader / oikawa x f!reader / iwaizumi x f!reader

genre : angst + fluff

word count : 3,344

content : profanity, mild violence, depiction of injuries

tags : alternate universe - college/university, post-break up, friends to lovers, pining, slow burn

a/n : Is the world so small that Y/N keeps running into Ushijima? Perhaps in this story, yes. This week has been a bit slow creatively for me, I don't feel my writing is the strongest in this chapter. But here we are, things are heating up and I'm happy to provide.

Post Thursday evenings PST, if not latest by Friday.

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Everything feels so surreal as you lock eyes with Ushijima from across the table. He doesn’t smile or say anything, he just looks at you with his empty gaze like this is the first time meeting. Ever. Your heartbeat starts to thump faster conjuring up a lump in your throat that cannot be swallowed. Your breathing is shallow and your hands start to sweat as you dig your nails into your legs.

Why didn’t you turn around when your instincts told you to?

Why did you talk yourself into thinking this was a good idea?

However, for some reason, here you are. The sequence of events leading up to this point doesn’t make any sense. Even when you were dating, you wouldn’t run into him this much, so why now? Why all these dumb coincidences? There’s no room for you to heal when you keep seeing him like this.

“Hi,” you squeal, temporarily incapacitated by the confused looks from your other groupmates.

But your high pitch voice produces shockwaves through Oikawa’s system as you quickly introduce him and Iwaizumi to which Sara introduces Ushijima to all three of you. Then it becomes apparent that Ushijima hasn't said anything to Sara about you.

It’s sublime how quickly you push down the devastation bubbling at the surface and you wonder how it is even possible for you to force a smile in Sara’s direction. Clearing your throat you take a seat. Ushijima has stopped staring now and takes a swig of the chilled beer sitting in front of him. Your mouth feels dry from the nerves that are trying to drag your spirits down. If you were going to survive this torture, you’re most definitely not going to be sober. Grabbing the waiter's attention, you order yourself a beer as you feel yourself on the brink of a heart attack.

“You ok?” Oikawa mumbles knowing well that turning to your least favorite drink is a bad sign. It’s very clear to him this evening isn't going to go very well, seeing as you are already on edge from Ushijima’s surprise appearance.

“Mhm,” you hum shooting him a smile. “I’m fine. Totally chill.”

“You know, we can leave,” Oikawa whispers. “You’re not obligated to be here.”

And let him win? you think. I don’t think so.

“No, I’m fine,” you lie, biting your lip. It’s no time for you to concede, you just gotta ride this one out, show him how much better you’re doing without him. It’s the only thing to get back at him for everything so grossly unforgivable that he’s done.

The waiter returns with your drink placing it down in front of you. Nothing has looked so relieving and thirst-quenching before; the cold and crisp-looking glass filled to the top of light amber liquid with a dollop of airy foam. You pick it up and throw it back, chugging the heavy and sour alcohol. Then you think, maybe you shouldn’t have done that as you strike the glass down on the table. Licking your lips, you notice the startled looks everyone gives you at your uncharacteristic action.

“Should we order food,” Sara interrupts the weird tension which segues everyone back to talking amongst themselves.

Your stomach starts to swirl as you’ve come to realize that drinking that beer was probably the worst thing you could do while it’s empty. But as you study the menu, nothing seems to scream appetizing. Not when you can see in your peripheral Ushijima and Sara sharing a menu while discussing what they want to order. It makes you sick.

The restaurant is loud, but your thoughts are louder as you sit there wondering if anyone else can hear them. It hurts to see him here in front of you beside her. She most definitely doesn’t know about your history with Ushijima just by the way she’s acting around him. Sara doesn’t seem maniacal enough to do something so disrespectful to someone she barely knows. For god's sake, she invited you here. Why would she want you here if she knew? To rub it in that she’s Ushijima’s girlfriend. Doubtful.

Maybe Oikawa was right all along about Ushijima not being how you perceived him to be. Maybe, just maybe you honestly, you were blinded the entire time. And now you were finally seeing him for who he truly is.

You were scared to admit it. That if you did, your year together means nothing when it still meant so much to you. But in this case, actions speak louder than words and most definitely Ushijima’s actions are very clear.

“I'm going to step out for a smoke. Do you need some fresh air?” Iwaizumi asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh,” you reply looking at Oikawa sitting beside you who's chatting with one of your group members. "No, I better not."

"Alright, I'll be right back," he says sliding out of his seat.

You try to hide your face behind the menu so no one talks to you and your plan almost succeeded except for the open opportunity it gave Sara to sit beside you. Your face pales as she leans in to rasp, "I'm glad you could make it."

"Yeah," you exclaim a bit put off by how close she is.

"I honestly thought you weren't going to show."

It's hard for you to not flash a bitter smile, but you force yourself to continue the conversation, "It took some convincing but bringing Oikawa and Iwaizumi helped."

The silence stretches between the two of you as Oikawa's laugh fills the air. You take a glimpse at him, noticing one of your group members flirting with him. You roll your eyes while looking back at Sara who is enthralled in his aura.

"He seems really nice,” she compliments. "How long have you two been together?"

"Hmm?" It takes you a moment to realize what she’s asking as you realize she's subtly gesturing to Oikawa. And when it clicks you are filled with laughter. “Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?”

The thought of you and Oikawa remotely appearing to look more than friends from an external perspective makes you nearly piss yourself.

"Oh, I just thought, you'd both make a cute couple," she corrects herself with puzzlement written across her face.

When you realize she’s being serious, you pause. “No, we’ve just been friends for a while.”

"Oooh," Sara taunts giving you a very mischievous look. "You know that saying, love is friendship set on fire."

"It's not like that," you nervously chuckle at her comment.

"Alright, I won't pry," she jokes. "But seriously, I'm happy you're here!"

She gets up from her seat and walks back over to sit next to Ushijima. Your feelings are honestly a bit mixed from that conversation. You really wanted to hate her, but she just seemed so genuine.

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You’re a couple more drinks in and feel a bit of a buzz as Sara goes into grave detail as to why she transferred to the university now . But you can’t force yourself to listen. Your attention shifts to Ushijima smiling softly at the way Sara bubbles with warmth. It’s funny to think that someone else can make him smile like that besides you because you know how hard it is to do so. But it seems so effortless for Sara.

The memory of meeting Ushijima for the first time flashes in your head. To the time in the library where he reaches over your head to grab the book, you were trying to get on the top shelf. Now you can barely remember as the image of Sara takes your place to retrieve the book from Ushijima's hands. She's the new you.

You know you're overanalyzing every single movement Ushijima makes. From where his eyes linger to where his hands are placed, you cannot stop looking as you stay in suspense to what he will do next. You’re close to being consumed by the sudden urge to lash out or cry. It feels like he’s trying to push your buttons as he leans over toward Sara. You're waiting for him to kiss her. Waiting for it to break you. And it makes you sick.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your knee and turn to Iwaizumi who is looking down at you with a soft gaze. It’s odd but you somehow feel this tension between the two of you. You should have known better in that moment, but your mind feels a bit hazy from feeling vulnerable and also the alcohol.

“Is everything ok?”

You feel anticipation fill your chest and you swallow thickly seeing as this is the closest you’ve ever been to him. You look at his hand for a moment, at his long fingers gently grip the top of your knee. You immediately remind yourself of his words the other day, wondering if he intended to friendzone you like that.

You nod, smiling.

“Let me know when you want to leave,” Iwaizumi whispers squeezing your leg.

His face dips down slightly and you don’t know why you do it and don’t know how you had the courage to. But you’re so caught up in your internal frustrations, you don’t think before you act. You lean in closer to Iwaizumi and plant a kiss on his cheek uttering a thank you.

As you pull back, his eyes widen. It takes you a second to process exactly what you’ve done.

“Um, sorry,” you say to Iwaizumi, you need to get out of there before you die of embarrassment. Quickly you excuse yourself from the table as you rush to the bathroom and you can still feel Iwaizumi watching you.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

But you find the bathrooms have a long line up and turn a corner as you burst through a door to outside. The cool air hits you making it much easier to breathe. Finally, you’re by yourself. Screaming wouldn’t even be able to help you let out the confusion you feel. This was definitely something you didn’t want to have happened. But here you are regretting your capacity to understand a situation. Honestly, you were definitely feeling vulnerable. This entire evening you were caught off guard and something it makes you do weird things.

“Can we talk?

Turning around, you see Ushijima standing in front of you. He gazes down at you with his unreadable stare that makes you want to cry.

“No,” you say a little unnerved walking away from him. But you’re stopped by him grabbing your wrist, the same wrist the creep outside the club grabbed you with. Still a bit bruised and weak from his grip. You let out a yelp, “Let go of me!”

“Just let me explain,” he begs.

But you’re not listening as you try to wiggle your wrist away-- it’s not a tight hold, but it’s enough that it still hurts.

“Please, let me go,” you express firmly.

He stares at you for a moment and with a deep breath exhales letting go.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you yell, grabbing your wrist. “Moved on already, what the fuck is your problem?”

“It’s not--”

“No, let me finish. You’ve already done enough. I can’t believe you. You could’ve just told me you found someone else, instead, I see you with her all cute and cuddly and now I have to fucking work with her? This is such a--”

But as you’re about to continue your rant, you’re interrupted by a voice.

“What’s going on here?” Oikawa asks, noticing Ushijima standing before you. He studies your face filled with rage while you’re clutching your wrist. “Did you hurt her?”

“What?” Ushijima replies confused.

Then Oikawa’s eyes turn dark, a look you’ve never seen before. And you never imagined what comes next. He grabs a fist full of Ushijima’s shirt pulling him close enough that they were inches apart, barely touching noses. You had to stop them before it went too far but you couldn’t move your body.

“After all you’ve been through this is how you treat her?” Oikawa yells.

“You don’t even know the whole story,” Ushijima booms, forcibly removing Oikawa’s grip from his shirt causing Oikawa to make an aching face.

“I know enough to see that you’re a complete dick. But we both know, I’ve known that from the start,” Oikawa hisses. His eyes are fixed on Ushijima shooting him a scowl while your hand is clasped to your shirt.

“Stop it,” you say, but they both ignore you.

“I think you need to get your facts straight,” Ushijima says staying calm and collected while Oikawa explodes with rage.

“Why don't act more like a man,” Oikawa protests.

Then time moves so quick you couldn’t even see Oikawa raise his fist to hit Ushijima square in the face. Because not even seconds after Ushijima retaliates. You rush over forcing yourself between the two men before a fight breaks, pushing your hands against their chest yelling at them to stop. Ushijima is the first to back away as Oikawa stays resistant trying to push by you. But you take both your hands and press them against him as Ushijima exits back into the restaurant.

"Why are you trying to protect him?" Oikawa cries. You look up at Oikawa whose face is glistening in the moonlight as his cheek starts to swell. His dark eyes lock on you as yours start to glaze over.

"Are you stupid? He could've really hurt you," you wail, trying to hide the fact you're physically shaking.

And he sees it.

"Don't ever do that again," you barked.

Then he gives you his signature shit-eating grin, a look that is nowhere near appropriate from just getting punched in the face.

“Told you he’s a dick,” he smirks, walking towards the front of the restaurant. “Let’s go home.”

“What about Iwaizumi?”

“He’ll take care of things,” Oikawa mutters. “He’ll meet us at home. Let’s go before that blockhead comes back out.”

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Oikawa called a cab to get back to his apartment, you felt a bit bad for leaving Iwaizumi behind. Especially since you kissed him then left.

Things seemed to grow incredibly awkward between you and Oikawa as he sat in the bathroom cleaning the cut on his cheek from Ushijima’s punch. You weren’t really sure what Oikawa was thinking, but you didn’t really want to ask. As you gently press the cotton pad to his cheek, he squints his eyes while the burning sensation shocks him and exhales sharply through his nose.

“Sorry,” you mumble and he immediately forgives you with a smile.

He tries to pin his eyes to something that can distract the sting, but instead focuses his attention on the feel of your fingers against his skin. You’ve never been this close before and he wonders if you can hear how fast his heart is beating.

He’s thankful for your patience with him. Most certainly did he think you were going to be pissed, but your reaction was far from what he expected as you kept silent for most of the trip home and even patching him up. Oikawa looks at you to see your frown had deepened. “Are you mad? You look mad.”

You scoff. “No, I’m just tired.” You’re caught off guard by his uncharacteristic concern and almost recoil with the question.

Oikawa sighs, “Your face is screwed up like you’re mad.”

“Tōru,” you scolded, crossing your arm across your chest. You choke on your words before answering, “I’m tired, not mad.”

Oikawa holds his breath and continues to look at you as you continue to make that sullen look. He doesn’t believe you. The sight of you with defeat in your expression makes his heart break. He notices your bruised wrist, still purple and blue, and imagines it probably hurts after Ushijima grabbed it. Then he wonders if he could have done something better to help you in that situation. Even that night back at the club still haunts him. If only he’d answered his phone when you needed him the most then maybe things would be different than now. He can’t stand it. He can't stand that Iwaizumi was there to help you instead. And he's not stupid, he knows you like Iwaizumi. He wasn't blind when he saw you kiss him at the restaurant. Oikawa didn’t know why, but something stirred him that he never realized before and it became very unsettling.

You lay the gauze over the wound and tape it down.

“How’s your hand?” you mumble, checking if the ice pack he’s holding to his fist has subsided any bruising your swelling. The bruising was already darker by the time you got to his apartment and it definitely terrified you.

“It’s fine,” he replies.

At this point, you’ve turned away and started to clean up. There isn’t a lot of blood, but enough to make shivers go down your spine as the image of Ushijima’s fist colliding with Oikawa’s face flashes through your head.

You feel your breathing heave as you try to collect yourself from breaking down in front of Oikawa. But something stops you. Instead of your usual hiding, you feel yourself let go and come undone. One small tear rolls down your cheek.

And then another. And then another. And then another. Until you can’t urge yourself to stop them anymore.

Oikawa freezes as he hears you sniffling. This time you don’t hide behind your wide smile. This time you’re actually crying and honestly he doesn’t know what to do. His intention wasn’t to make you cry, he wanted to protect you. And now he feels guilty for even putting you in this position.

“I’m sorry,” you pant, your voice broken by stifled breaths. “It’s all my fault you got hurt. I should’ve never gone to that stupid dinner.”

There’s this nagging feeling in his head pleading to comfort you. To hug you, to tell you it’s not your fault. His consciousness is screaming at him to do something to help as he watched you come undone in front of him. But why is he so afraid to?

“You were right, you’ve always been right,” you continue. “I’m so so sorry Tōru.”

You pause wiping the tears away that tracked down your face feeling awkward from exposing your vulnerable side to Oikawa. Tearing your eyes away from the first aid kit, you turn to look at Oikawa. There’s pity written all over his face. Your hands curl into fists.

It’s painfully tense as Oikawa attempts to muster up the courage to stand up to comfort you. He doesn’t want to regret his decision but he still hesitates, considering you’re now gazing at him.

“I-- I just,” you stutter, partially because you want to fill the awkward silence someway, and partially because you’re worried you’ve scared him. “I was scared…”

You stare at him.

He stares back.

Your heart feels like it’s in throbbing pain under Oikawa’s gaze.

His stomach clenches as you revert to silence.

Suddenly you hear the front door unlock and Iwaizumi call out that he's arrived. You feel your face burn up as you revert eye contact and lean on the counter to see Iwaizumi in the doorway of the bathroom.

“What the fuck happened,” he yells, visibly unamused that you both ditched him at a restaurant with people he didn’t know. You look at him with glazed eyes unable to utter a single word then that’s when he notices Oikawa’s appearance. “Shit.”

Oikawa’s face turns in a smirk. “You should have seen the other guy.”

“I did!” He protests. “Not even a scratch compared to you. You’re fucking stupid.”

"He hurt Y/N," Oikawa protest.

Iwaizumi's eyes widened looking towards you.

"He didn't hurt me," you reassure. "He just grabbed my bruised wrist."

Iwaizumi sighs, shaking his head. "You have to stop running off like that."

Oikawa watches the intimate interaction of indescribable energy or chemistry that lingers in the air between the two of you. He didn’t like it. Not even one bit.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime

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Chapter 17: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme

Jungkook x Reader: enemy to lovers AU

Word count: 2164

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of slight bullying

Premise: “There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger… Nothing is ever familiar” – Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

AKA Jungkook goes in search of the girl who got him expelled.

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Bright flashing lights…catchy retro theme songs…the loud cheers of victory from teenage boys and girls defeating their opponents – these were the ingredients that made up Y/N’s favourite place in the world. While Namjoon found comfort on the stage, she felt most at home under the glowing neon lights of Reload.

A few years ago, Y/N had found the arcade a by chance after she had “run away” from home. She had just had an argument with her mother about her appearance and after countless moments of nagging and insults she had finally snapped and left home without permission…it was her first act of rebellion.

Y/N’s mother was fixated on looks and how a “lady” should behave and present themselves. She always claimed that Y/N she be focusing on her physical imagine instead of having her face hidden behind a computer screen. It killed her mother that her youngest child spent all of her free time working in a place she deemed to be so juvenile. Y/N knew this for a fact and if she was being honest it only added to the appeal of working there. The job didn’t pay much nonetheless she loved it just as much as she did the Magic Shop.

A young boy runs through the arcade and finds Y/N sat on top of an air hockey table (a privilege that only she was allowed). Her attention is focused on her phone, trying to keep tabs on her best friends who are working a job without her. It was not very often that she could not attend an appointment however her elderly boss had caught a cold and there was no one else to cover the busy Friday night shift.

“Noona.” The soft whimper of the young boy catches her attention. “What’s wrong, buddy?” She jumps off the table and kneels so that she is eye level with the child “A-an older-r b-boy…” his words are choppy as his small body shakes with sobs “Stole my game.” “That wasn’t very nice of him. Can you point him out so Noona can have a chat with him.” The little boy continues to whimper but with some comforting words of reassurance and 5 free game tokens, she is able to convince him to point in the direction of the most popular first-person shooter game towards the back of the arcade.

“Thank buddy, that was very brave of you. I promise you in 10 minutes the game will be free for you to play.” She wipes the last of his tears and ruffles his hair for good measure “Come find me soon, ok?” The boy sniffling boy nods as Y/N quickly makes her way to the other side of the room.

At the game Y/N stands off to the side of the machine and pauses to analyse the teenage boy and his skill. The teen would get easily flustered each time a surge of villains would rush after his character and he would frequently let out a string of cuss words whenever he missed his mark, he was an amateur and it showed.

Suddenly his life bar at the top right of he screen started flashing, indicating that his game would soon end if he was not careful with his energy. This must have been enough motivation for him to focus better because his kill streak went from 3 to 9 in almost an instance. A wicked plan formed in Y/N’s head as she he went in for the last shot of the level.

“Hey!” she called out to him causing him to flinch and miss his target. This caused a fatal error as the enemy on screen took the opportunity to shoot his character right in the face. The teen let out a sound of frustration as the screen read ‘Game Over’ in giant letters and request more tokens to continue. Y/N waited for him to insert the coins before making her presence known in front of him.

“You stupid bitch! You made me lose my game.” He grumbled and lift his gun to continue playing. Y/N reached over to the power point behind the game and switched it off.

“Get the fuck out of my arcade.” She spat and point towards the exit “Reload has a strict no bullying policy so don’t think for a second you’re getting a refund on those tokens.” The teen didn’t bother arguing, he has realised his mistake when he figured out who she was and walked away looking rather embarrassed he had been called out in front of everyone on a busy Friday night. He was sure his class mates would all be talking about it come Monday morning.

The screen of the machine flickered back to life as Y/N switched the power back on, she waited to make sure that the unexpected reboot did not affect the game. The download bar reached the end of the bar and loaded the high score screen. She read over the listed and frowned when she got to a name that had been annoying her lately – Nochu.

This Nochu person had climb two positions high on the leader board since the last time she had checked this game and the achievement displeased her. That name was popping up on the leader boards of many games recently and while she did not feel her abilities were being threatened, she was annoyed that she could not put a face to this person.

Hours later back at the Kim residence, the two cousins enjoy the cooling weather on their porch as Jin attempts to tune his guitar by ear.

“The Basement wasn’t closed tonight.” Jungkook states when he scrolls through his Instagram feed and comes across a new post by the club “I never said it was.” Jin pays no attention to his cousin, instead he fiddles with the knobs at the head of guitar and plucks at a string once he believes he’s tightened the key enough. The sound rings out and the pitch is too high. “So why did we go to Reload instead?” Jin repeats the process with the chord again, the pitch is closer to where its supposed to be however the sound is still off. “None of the guys had a battle or a performance tonight.” He explained as he plucked at the string again and again, trying to pin point why it sounded wrong “And Y/N had to work, so we decided to hang with her instead.” “So we went for Y/N?” Jungkook tone was accusatory “No one forced you to tag along.” Jin fired back, he had stopped trying to tune the guitar to face him “She’s always supports the guys at the Basement, sometimes we repay the favour by making an appearance there to help drum up business.” Jungkook scoffed “You told me Reload was popular because she attracts people with her skills…if that’s the case why would she need you guys?” “She doesn’t need us at all.” Jin moved his guitar from his lap and lent it against his seat. He was frustrated with it and this conversation was adding to the stress. “That’s the thing about having a good relationship with people…you do things to support them, even when they don’t ask.” “Oh yeah? If she’s so good why is she only ranked second on all the high scores.” Jin rolled his eyes at his cousin, he was being petty again and completely missed the point he was trying to make. “Mr S.K?” Jungkook nodded in confirmation.

Jungkook was becoming a regular at Reload and it was evident to him that Mr S.K was clearly the real champion of the joint. The guy had dominated every game of the arcade by holding highest score and while Y/N’s name always sat below his, her score was always miles away from meeting his. To Jungkook this was clearly another instance of Y/N receiving praise and adoration where it was not merited… it was Mr S.K who deserved to celebrated and yet it was Y/N who stole his popularity. If he had to come up with an explanation as to how this occurred, he would bet all his money it was because Y/N was considered to be “beautiful”.

“Mr S.K has held the top for as long as anyone can remember. There’s no mystery to who he is…He’s obviously the owner of the arcade.” Jin windshield wiper boomed out and filled the stillness of the night as his cousin’s face fell.

Jungkook pondered on the last few weeks, there was so much background information he didn’t know and for some reason his brain chose to fill in the gaps by somehow hating on Y/N.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car blaring loud music as it sped up and down the street.

“What the fuck is going?!” Jungkook exclaimed as he stood from his seat and made his way to the top of the porch stairs to get a better look at car. “Ah my Angel is home!” Jin jumped up and went to stand next to Jungkook. “Does she always carry on like this? She drives like a dipshit.” “Nah, that’s not even her driving. You see a while back she got caught at the illegal races, her parents made her sell her car as punishment... She must have gotten into a fight with her mother, this is how she always gets back her.”

The car finally stopped doing laps down the street and pulled up into Y/N’s drive away. The pair watched as Y/N jumped out of the passenger side of the car and wave to the driver as they pulled away from the house. She was still unaware that she was being watched by them

“Hey Brat!” Jin called out, capturing her attention “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not take rides from strangers?”

Jungkook’s breathe hitched at the thought of Y/N allowing herself to be in a car with a stranger, especially someone who drove like a lunatic. He didn’t catch a glimpse of the driver but surely, she wasn’t reckless enough to put herself in such a dangerous situation…was she?

“She did, that’s what make’s it all the better.” Y/N bantered on smugly, Jungkook couldn’t figure out if she was joking or not. “Well it’s past your bed time young lady, you march right on inside and get right to bed.” Y/N let out a sound of fake indignation and clutch her hand to her check overdramatically. “To think I raced all the way here with a surprise and this is how you treat me? You really are such a punk!” “A surprise?!” Jin’s eyebrows shot up in excitement, the façade dropped immediately. Everyone knew she gave the best surprises. “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” he demanded and waved her over to them. Y/N laughed at his eagerness and rummaged through her bag as she closed the distance between them.

“Sorry I didn’t have time to wrap it.” She purposely handed him a grey game cartridge face down so there was some kind of element of surprise to the gift. His eyes widen comically when he turned it over and read the title of the game. “Y/N…is this…??” For the first time in Jungkook’s life he had seen his loud mouth cousin speechless. “Yah! Don’t make a big deal of it.” She tried to brush it off “Consider it an extremely late birthday gift.” “Not a big deal? This is the original Super Mario Bros 3! I played this game every day as a kid then this idiot blew it up somehow.” He nodded his head in Jungkook’s direction who rolled his eyes in response.

The incident happened years ago and he still hadn’t heard the end of it, he pretended like it didn’t bother him but deep down he felt so bad for accidentally destroying something his cousin held so dear to him.

“I’ve been trying to find it ever since! This must have cost you a fortune.” “Like I said…it’s no big deal. I was cleaning out storage at work and found it packed away, we never got round to fixing game console for it so the boss-man was nice enough to let me have it.”

That was a bold-faced lie.

Y/N had known about the sentimental significance this game had to Jin and went in search for it many months before his birthday. She only managed to get the game after she traded a set of mint condition baseball cards, she had acquired as collateral when a client fell through their end of a deal.

“Y/NIEEE this is why you’re my angel! Thank you so much.” He pulled her towards him and wrapped her up in a big bear hug. Jungkook felt out of place as he watched Y/N shriek and attempt to struggle out of his grip as he showered her with love…he could help but feel jealous of the fact that she could fix a mistake that he had made so long ago.

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-105 please

NB i am told this was meant to say 1-50

thanks queen <3 here we go

1. Who is your favourite ghost?

lately? it's been kitty. and i'm contractually obligated to love the captain

2. If you could see the ghosts like Alison, which one do you think would come the closest to making you want to leave the house?

the obvious answer is julian but probably actually robin, i HATE being spooked (as the asker can attest xx)

3. How would you feel if you couldn’t see the ghosts, but knew they were there, like Mike?

i'd feel mad jealous even though i'd actually have it pretty good. the other person would be trying so hard to tell me how much it sucks and i'd just be like 'but... goast.....'

4. Would you want to see ghosts like Alison, or would you rather be ignorant to their goings and doings?

again my immediate answer is I WANNA SEE THEM but i also know that might suck in many ways. at least for a while. i am not a patient person so i don't know if i could learn to live with them like alison could. but on the other hand... the chance to actually talk to people from the fucking actual past... thinking emoji!

5. If you were a ghost living in the house, would you rather be upstairs with the main nine ghosts, or downstairs with the plague ghosts?

upstairs for sure, sorry to the plague ghosts but i do not want to hang out in a basement for eternity

6. If you were someone who died in the house would you rather be “sucked off” immediately, or would you like to hang around a bit and get to know some of the other ghosts before getting “sucked off”?

i would probably just end up staying forever because i'm scared of the void of death.... <3

7. Which ghost would you miss the most if they were “sucked off” in the next series?

UNBELIEVABLE question? i'd miss ALL OF THEM. but see question 1 also

8. Which ghost do you think you’d get along with the best?

it's hard to say. i think they would all get on my nerves because as said i am not very patient. but the one who would irritate me LEAST... maybe pat?

9. Which ghost would you say you’re most like?

captain. not to be a cliche but i'm gay and repressed. and also irritable and grumpy

10. Which ghost would you say you’re least like?

JULIAN

11. What is a (popular or not) fan theory that you love?

(pasted from prev answer) i don’t actually like ship it because he’s definitely older than her, but a couple of people have said kitty sometimes acts like she has a crush on thomas. which is cute to me even if she does need to get better taste (love u kitty xxx)

12. What is a (popular or not) fan theory that you don’t quite agree with?

(pasted from prev answer) not so much a specific theory but i disagree with the general idea that anything of consequence went on with the captain and havers. i think it was meant to come across as just a snippet of the captain’s poor sad gay life and, as several brain geniuses have pointed out, due to the timing of germany invading france + the captain’s medals the flashback must have been from a good few years BEFORE he died. and i think the flashback was the last time they ever saw each other, so i don’t think that a) havers has any link to the captain’s eventual death or 2) anything romantic ever happened between them

13. Favourite ship and why?

captain x my cute oc boyfriend because i've tailored it to my exact needs. why ship retail when you can ship bespoke?

14. Least favourite ship and why? (Please be nice though!)

patcap as we all know. like YES i'm a contrary bitch so i don't like things that are popular and i do think i'm better than everyone else... but really idk why exactly i just don't gel with it at all. and when i've tried to read fic in the past it feels to me like their characters are kind of flattened. and i think the captain is too much of a bitch. and i think pat is serving us normie heterosexual. it's the 'cinnamon roll' ship of this fandom and i can't STAND (metaphorical) cinnamon rolls. AND ALSO pat is not the simple soft dad cinnamon roll fandom often makes him out to be! like he is a very nice person but he's also fucked up and insane like all of them. anyway my brain charges extremely low rents

15. If you could go back in time and live in the house/on the property at the same time as one of the ghosts when they were alive, who would you pick?

captain. need to know wtf's going on with him

16. Would you rather inherit the house (and its ghostly inhabitants), or just visit?

realistically... visit. i think i would lose my mind eventually if i lived there

17. Do you think we’ll ever know how every ghost died? Do you think there will be anyone whose death we’ll never learn about?

i hope we do, but i also appreciate that isn't the sole point of the series, otherwise it would be kinda boring and discovering how they died wouldn't be as impactful. if there's anyone's death we don't find out about, i think it would probably be robin? lol what if it was so long ago he just forgot

18. What is your favourite Ghosts fanfiction?

so i'm stupid and i never use bookmarks on ao3..... i've read a LOT of different fics i like but do you think i can revisit them? no! because i'm stupid! so i cannot fairly pick an absolute fave sorry

19. What is your favourite Ghosts fan art?

THIS <3

all the babies and children on here talk about horrible histories the show being 'their childhood'........ put some respect on terry deary's name. and this artist did!

20. Tag 5 favourite Ghosts fandom content creators!

honestly i'm not good with like. knowing people. but here are 5 fanfics i've enjoyed (based on the author's replies in my inbox because, again, i am too stupid to use bookmarks)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28287567

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29868645

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28653192

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28067277/chapters/68761830

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26957662/chapters/65795407

21. Are there any historical periods you wish we’d have gotten to see a ghost/ghosts from but didn’t?

(pasted from other post) not to be predictable but i would have liked to see a 1960s ghost. like a mod who crashed his scooter or something. we have enough 20th century ghosts though but i believe the us remake has some kind of hippie ghost…

22. What is something you’re hoping to see in a future series?

flashback to the captain getting some. like implied or whatever. i can't cope with him dying a virgin. he needs this

23. What is something you’re hoping to see in a future series, but know we probably WON’T get to see?

(pasted from other post) alison meets someone else who can see ghosts, and we get to see the ghosts at THEIR house…. i always love it when we see extra ghosts but i know they probably won’t make any recurring because it would come off as running out of ideas. but i still think they should add a 90s teenager named roy

24. Which lesser-seen characters would you like to see more of in future series?

tbh there's none i can think of that i think we should SEE more of, they get a pretty good balance. there are some i definitely want to learn more about though

25. Are there any characters you wish we’d see less?

don't make me pick a least favourite child </3 but also i think thomas could probably tone it down a bit.

26. Favourite one-liner?

I'LL WAIT FOR YOU, MY COMELY NUG - me whenever i order chicken nuggets on just eat

27. Favourite episode?

DON'T EVEN... i like 2x06 and 3x05 a lot

28. Top 5 headcanons for [insert character name here]?

i'm going to do the captain because obviously i am

- he may or may not have been lavender married

- he may or may not have had a drinking problem

- public schoolboy with domineering father, clearly

- IF he had a lavender wife then she spent all her time in the company of her 'odd' female friend who wore men's clothes, smoked cigars and drove a motorbike. the captain was obviously clueless

that's 4 so a cheeky one for fanny:

- she did a lot of medicinal coke

29. Whose costume is your favourite?

kitty. gotta love an ott ballgown

30. Whose costume is your least favourite?

that's an offtopic question. you have been stopped.

31. If you could do a complete redesign of one of the ghosts’ costumes, whose would you change and how?

i would give thomas his double denim

32. If you could play any of the existing ghosts, which one would you want to play and why?

i think i'd be good at playing mary. meek weird girl who says things that don't make any sense? omg she is LITERALLY me

33. Which ghost would you least like to play and why?

julian, i'm not getting my pussy out

34. What one thing would you miss most if you became a ghost and had to live by the same rules as the Button House ghosts?

FOOD. food. eating and food.

35. How do you think one or more of the ghosts whose deaths we haven’t seen died? Or, if we know the cause of death but not the reason for the death (like Mary being burned as a witch or Humphrey being beheaded), why do you think they were killed?

i think mary's execution might have had something to do with her husband's death and her being unfairly accused or something. also like, she just acts kinda weird, and we know how that often played out for women back then...

and i think the captain died in some really boring mundane natural causes way (congenital heart attack or something) but he's stuck around because a) he's never come to terms with the whole h*mo thing and 2) he was just really mad that he died so boringly

36. Favourite [insert character name here] moment?

CAPTAIN GETTING KITTY TO SMILE

37. What do you think [insert character name here] was like when they were alive? Do you think they were exactly the same as they are now, or do you think there were any major or minor differences?

ok i'll do fanny for this one. i think she was less domineering when she was alive, in death she clearly thinks of herself as above the other ghosts and bosses them around, and when she talks shit about george it's not like he can get back at her in any way. but it would be interesting to see how they interacted when both were alive

38. It’s your turn to pick a movie for film club! What are you watching?

(from prev post) i haven’t seen any movies errr….. maybe austin powers because it’s so sad that julian died just a few years before it came out because he would love it and get really annoying about quoting it all the time and it would be really funny for the captain (who thought the movie was unironic) to have to deal with that. and fanny would NOT COPE.

39. Would you rather share a room with Thomas (constantly sighing and reciting bad poetry) or Fanny (falls out of the window screaming every night)?

fanny. men be quiet challenge

40. If you could do some kind of historical swap (i.e. place a ghost in a different period from their own), who would you choose and what period are they from now?

i would like to give kitty the chance to be a 20th or 21st century girl. maybe an era like the 60s or 80s that was known for daring fashions, i think she would luv it

41. Let’s settle this once and for all. Who’s the real leader, the Captain or Pat?

fanny

42. If the ghosts could eat, what is one food you would like to share with them that they might not have tried before?

doritos tangy cheese, mountain dew baja blast, 4loko. i would make thomas try a jalapeno. i would also make them try my cooking experiments because i do that to anyone i live with

43. You’ve heard rumours of a tenth upstairs ghost who doesn’t often venture out of their room to visit with the other residents of the house. Who are they? (i.e. make up a ghost OC. I know i’m putting you on the spot. I just want to see what you come up with.)

it's george button and his bitch ass is too scared of his wife to come down. his downfall comes when he finds out there's another gay ghost and simply has to clap them cheeks (he fails)

44. Tell me a song you think [insert character name here] would like, or a song that reminds you of them!

i think alison's probably already introduced him to them but thomas + anything by the smiths. i would also make the captain sit quietly and listen to a tracy chapman cd (for my lover...)

45. What song(s) do you think would annoy certain ghosts the most?

the smiths would annoy everyone except thomas. literally they'd all be trying to re-kill him

46. Who is one actor you’d love to see guest star? What kind of character would you like to see them play?

steve coogan as like. anyone. preferably a ghost. a roman centurion ghost if you wanna get cultural. but seriously i just want alan

47. If you could have one Horrible Histories song in Ghosts (either sung by a ghost/ghosts, or playing on the TV or computer for them to watch), which one would you want it to be and why?

that song about how no 'british' stuff is actually british. like tea. i want julian to melt down

48. What do you think the ghosts’ jobs would be in a modern living-human AU where they’re all just chaotic housemates?

captain & kitty: have their own wedding planning company

julian: still a politician but instead of an mp he's like a parish councillor. handforth antics

fanny: headteacher

robin: cool off the shits teacher at same school who undermines fanny wherever possible. deals weed to students

mary: runs a shop selling like healing crystals and incense and dreamcatchers

humphrey: customer service supervisor who actually likes his job because he takes no shit and just fucks with every single customer

thomas: unemployed podcaster

pat: dogwalker

49. What is one modern invention you think [insert character name here] would be surprised or confused by?

fanny would be so baffled by any Feminine Products. when she discovers tampons it's all she can talk about for a week. the mooncup made her go into a coma

50. Name an AU you haven’t seen someone create content for, but which you’d love to read a fic or see some art for.

not to be the way i am but i'd love if anyone ever drew art or something about my au which is a modern-day au where fanny and captain are alison and kitty's divorced parents, julian and robin are captain's brothers and alison's wack uncles, mary is their childhood nanny, thomas is a student lodger at button house, humphrey is a cat and pat is just some guy. but yeah in the past i've had a couple of anons on here mention it and i did melt into a puddle... i think if someone did art i'd explode and die. in a good way like

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dorksndisasters · 3 years

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Session 3

[[<PREV]] | [[NEXT>]]

Ok no I did totally forget about this, my bad

episode 5 has just gone up on patreon.com/scmalarky if you want to get ahead! That’s the first one I ever wrote!

This is where Marask joined! They entered the underground market area! It quickly became their favourite place to go!

players involved: Carric, Marask, Ophibwynn, Uriel

The market is busy as ever; there doesn’t seem to be one specific market day here, thought the stalls do change from day to day.

Ophibwynn (still nursing a slight headache from the night before) meets Carric and Uriel, squinting slightly. “No Siana?”

“Don’t know where she is,” Carric says, and offers her a mushroom.

Ophibwynn takes it, dubious, and offers it to Gordon to sniff at.

“To help with your headache,” Carric says. “Promise.”

Ophibwynn shrugs and eats it. “Alright, so-”

She’s interrupted by two crows that come careening out of the sky and circle the group, cawing.

“Hey!” Uriel unsheathes her sword, pointing it at them. “Be warned, crows.”

One of the crows lands and shifts form, becoming a scruffy looking man in his mid-thirties. “Hey, hey, easy!” He holds up his hands as the other crow lands on his shoulder. “Just me.”

“Marask.” Carric smiles. “Been a while.”

Uriel sheathes her sword, still giving his crow a narrow Look.

“Yeah. What are you doing here?”

“Meeting someone,” Ophi replies. “Well, meeting someone that’ll take us to meet someone else.”

Marask tilts his head, like he’s trying to parse that. “Alright. Mind if I tag along?”

Uriel whips her head around, staring into the throng of people. Her hand rests lightly on the hilt of her sword.

“Hey, Uriel, buddy...? What have you seen there?”

“Thieves,” she says, and stalks into the crowd.

“Well don’t - don’t murder them!” Carric hurries after her. “You don’t have to-”

"Good to see you again," Ophi says to Marask, as they follow. "Seen anything interesting?"

"Oh, you know, this and that."

Uriel is stalking a lizardfolk and a kenku that seem to be working together; the lizardfolk, being bigger, is drawing attention simply by walking past and being intentional about brushing past people, bumping into them, drawing their ire. The kenku, when their mark turns to challenge him, lifts whatever she can from their pockets and melting back into the crowd.

"Hello," Uriel says, almost pleasantly, and holds her sword against the kenku's back.

"Wait." Carric grabs Uriel's arm. "Think about this."

"Is there something you want?" the lizardfolk asks, a growl underlining his words.

"Nope, nu-uh, not at all," Ophi says, smiling. "Sorry."

Marask grins and shifts to his half-form; taller, his arms becoming wings, feet becoming talons, feathers weaving in amongst his hair. He looks almost like a kenku, although much larger. "I come," he says, voice deeper and slightly clipped, "To bring you with me out of this citadel, and what do I find?" He fixes his gaze on the kenku.

The kenku freezes, one hand extended towards Ophi's satchel, and gazes up at him with something like awe in her eyes. "Herald?" she croaks out.

"Don't be stupid," the lizardfolk growls. "That isn't anything to do with-"

The crow on Marask's shoulder cuts him off with a series of harsh caws, spreading its wings wide.

"What are you bringing me?" Marask asks.

The kenku lifts up her satchel and opens it, holding it for Marask to peer inside.

His eyes light up as he stares at the contents. There are four whistles, two stones marked with painted glyphs, and two eggs that are mismatched in size.

"Acceptible." Marask takes it.

The kenku almost starts to protest; "I need to take egg - all - to Spires! You-"

"I am not asking," Marask says, sorting everything into his own bag. "It is a paltry tribute."

"But-"

Marask holds up a wing. "Hush."

The kenku claps her beak shut so fast that everyone can hear it click.

Marask turns away to hide the grin growing on his face, and the other three follow him.

"So - what, you con kenku into believing you're their god?" Ophi asks.

"How well does that normally work out for you?"

"It gets me some fun things." Marask sorts through his spoils. "What can you tell me about these?"

"Well," Carric says, poking at the whistles. "One of these is magic. Not sure what it does, though."

"And these?" Marask touches the eggs. "This one's gotta be something good, right?" He strokes the bigger one.

It's cooling, to the touch, and a deep black, spattered with white specks that, in the darkness of his bag, seem to glow slightly.

"Not sure." Carric frowns at it. "Ophi?"

"It looks like... like something out of a story," Ophi starts to say, before she is interrupted.

There's a commotion not far off, and the group collectively looks over to see two lizardfolk sweeping a stall clear of what looks like votive statues as the stall owner protests.

Marask hands his bag off to Ophi and leaps into full crow, circling around the lizardfolk for a better angle. He dives, shifting forms at almost the last moment to crash into one of them, sending them stumbling away from the stall. The statues fall from their grip as they yell out.

Uriel dashes in, almost unsheathing her sword.

"Hey!" Carric calls out a warning after her.

Uriel reverses her grip on her sword and smacks the other lizardfolk so hard that he falls unconscious.

The lizardfolk that Marask hit turns and lashes out at him with their claws, snarling.

Marask, unable to dodge back in time, is hit across his arm, the claws tearing through his skin.

Ophi leaps, using some magic to boost herself high enough to get the drop, kicking the lizardfolk in the head.

In the commotion, Uriel sweeps the statues into her own bag.

"Here's your stuff," Ophi says, holding out his bag to Marask.

"Thanks." He resumes his human form, rubs the faded claw marks, and turns to the nearest stall. "Can I interest you in some whistles?" He lays out three of them on the stall.

"Aren't they from-" the stallholder starts to say.

"Only the finest, hand-carved," Marask speaks over him, "A perfectly tuned toy for any young, budding musician."

The stallowner is doubtful, but they name a price and Marask takes it.

"And these statues-"

"Those are mine," the stallowner says. "I won't - hey!"

Marask is leaving, three statues sticking out of his bag. "Consider it payment!" he calls back.

"You're as bad as Uriel."

"Hey!" Uriel and Marask speak in tandem, both sounding just as shocked.

"I don't try to murder everyone," Marask says.

"I don't try to sell people their own wares," Uriel says.

Ophi laughs. "Maybe you should both stop."

"Maybe," says Marask, and his eyes glitter as he sees another trio.

This one is a kenku and two humans; Marask shifts to his half form again and stalks over.

"Paltry tribute," says Marask, right in the kenku's ear.

The kenku jumps, turns, catches sight of Marask and instantly prostrates himself.

"Fuck." One of the humans bursts into motion, running through the crowd.

"Gordon-" Ophi lets her familiar down. "Follow!"

The rabbit disappears after the man.

Carric squares up to the other human. "I'm going to need you to stop doing this." She tries to stare him down.

He laughs in her face. "Or what?"

Carric appears to think for a minute, then shrugs and twists her hand to release magic. He's encased in a gelatinous cube that starts to eat away at his skin.

He's screaming, but Carric adds another layer of spell that silences him, and the cube makes short work of him until all that remains is his clothes, his bag, and the ring that had been on his finger.

She crouches to pick it up, and finds a further two rings in his bag. "Sweet."

The marketgoers are giving them as wide a space as they can, seemingly unwilling to linger long

"You see what we do to rulebreakers?" Marask says, still standing above the kenku.

"No more," he croaks. "No crime."

"I need you to leave this city a new kenku," Marask says. "With nothing to your name."

The kenku wriggles out of his robe and places it on the ground before Marask.

"I don't think he meant-" Ophi starts to say.

"No, I did," Marask cuts her off, holding up his hand.

The kenku lays a leather pouch on top of his robe, and dares to look up. "Everything."

"Good." Marask nods. "Now, never return to this city. Live a virtuous life."

Carric laughs, quietly.

The kenku gets slowly to his feet, still hunched in a bow, and backs away until he's out of sight.

"So," Marask says, turning to the others. "Where now?"

"Well," Ophi says, and her eyes glow faintly as she focus on the link between her and Gordon. "I think we've got something."

They follow Gordon’s trail to a deserted alley. He’s waiting before a stack of cracks, sniffing at its base.

“He was following someone, right?” Carric asks. “I don’t see anyone.”

Ophi tugs at the crates, and they swing as one, pulling open the door behind them. “He went down here,” she says, gesturing down the dark stairs.

“Huh.” Carric peers in.

“Well-” Marask starts to say.

Uriel plunges straight in.

“Woah, wait-”

“We have to find this guy, yes?” She doesn’t look back. “And maybe I can kill him.”

“You don’t have to kill him,” Carric hisses, hurrying down the steps after her.

Marask and Ophi trade a glance and follow after them, Ophi tugging the door shut in their wake.

The stairs wind down into the depths below the city, twisting back on themselves a couple of times before they reach a rotting wooden door.

Beyond the door is a lively buzz of voices and clatter.

“They went through here?” Carric asks.

“Did you see any other places they could have gone?” Marask asks. “Open it, open it.”

Uriel pushes open the door to reveal a cavernous room filled with people of all races, more stalls, and a constant thrum of chatter and yells.

“Is this – is this another market?” Ophi asks, taking tentative steps into the room. “Below the ground?”

“It’s the blackmarket,” Marask says, his eyes gleaming. “Holy fuck.”

Carric grabs hold of Uriel as she starts to drift into the crowd. “So where now?”

Uriel is grinning in delight, eyes wide and flickering over the gathering.

“We should... we should find that person,” Ophi says, but she’s sounding less convinced as she walks further in. “Come on.”

They’re attracting a few stares as they wander in, and the nearest few conversations die.

The group don’t seem to notice the changing attitudes as they look around.

“Staffs!” Ophi rushes to a stall. “Ooh, I want that one!” She points at a staff with a lantern attached to the top of it. “Can I – uh, I can trade... my flute?” She pulls out a carrot that’s been carved into an instrument.

The stallowner raises her eyebrows, sceptical. “A carrot. For a staff.”

“Not just any carrot!” Ophi shakes her head. “It’s a musical carrot, listen.” She plays a quick jig that sets people’s feet tapping, bright and tricky.

The stallowner whistles, partway impressed. “Alright, I guess.” She hands over the staff Ophi wants, taking the carrot. “Quite a tune you can get out of this.”

“Oh, absolutely.” Ophi nods. “And - and it won’t rot! It’ll keep like that as long as you need it to.”

“Hey, you’re a sorceror as well, right?” Marask asks Carric. “Can you like... make my daggers fancy?”

“Uh-” Carric blinks at the dagger he shoves in her face. “Maybe?” She takes it.

Her wren hops onto her hand, beside the dagger, and taps its beak against the blade.

Carric blinks, and her eyes gleam slightly. The blade glows, too, just for a moment.

“There.” She passes it back. “It... should paralyse people now. For a while.”

“Sweet.”

Carric blinks and shakes her head. “Alright.” She sells off her non-magical rings to a nearby jeweller.

Uriel, meanwhile, has stalked further into the room, casting her eyes about for the person that they’d been following.

“Ooh, you have pies!” Marask all but runs to a nearby stall, slapping his hands down on the edge of it.

The stallowner doesn’t quite flinch, but his hand tightens reflexively about a knife at his side. “Yes. 25 silver.”

Marask whistles. “Ooh, they must be good then, right?” He buys two and turns into the crowd, grinning. “Hey!” he yells out. “Food fight!” He throws one of his pies into the crowd and waits, raising himself onto his toes.

Behind him, the stallowner rolls his eyes and shrugs.

No one takes the bait, and Marask pouts.

“Hey, where did Uriel go?” Carric asks, looking around.

“This way,” Uriel says, reappearing. “I’ve found your guy.” “Is he dead?” Ophi asks, following.

“No. Why, did you want him dead?”

“No!” Marask hisses, following. “Not everyone has to die!”

Uriel shrugs carelessly and leads them across the room to an offshoot corridor. “There, see?” She drops her voice to a whisper and points around the corner.

There’s an orc standing outside one of the doors, and the human they’d been chasing slightly further along the corridor.

Marask launches into action, wielding both of his daggers. He cuts the orc across the leg and spins about to try and get the human, who’s just out of his reach.

Ophibwynn runs after him, and manages to hit the human with her new staff, sending him stumbling backwards.

Uriel all but cackles as she too launches into the fight.

Carric, meanwhile, uses the distraction to sneak into the room the orc is guarding. It’s well appointed, with drapes and a desk and a few shelves of books. There’s a wardrobe against one wall, the door cracked slightly open, and a glass fronted cabinet with bottles displayed in it. The desk is big and heavy, and on one side of it stands Annan, almost to attention, in front of a pair of chairs. On the other side someone else sits, invisible from Carric’s position.

“... anyway, they weren’t there, so they can’t be that big a threat,” Annan is saying to someone else. “If they can’t keep an appointment, I don’t know if they're worth it.”

“Don’t underestimate them,” someone else replies, and Carric sees the man from the Knave and Cauldron, Aelfswild. “They found the camp, after all.”

“Uh. Hi.” Carric stands. “You’re Aelfswild, right?”

He looks up and across the desk at her. “However did you find your way in here?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t find you at the market like we agreed,” Annan says, not quite glaring at Carric.

“We followed a thief.” Carric gestures back across her shoulder.

Aelfswild gets to his feet and walks around the desk. “I see.”

“Can I – can the rest of my friends come in?” Carric asks.

“But of course,” Aelfswild says, and opens the door.

The fight stalls when he steps out.

Ophi and Marask pull back, Ophi hiding her staff behind her back.

“You.” Aelfswild snaps his fingers at the thief. “Get lost.”

The thief disentangles himself from Uriel’s hold and dashes back down the corridor.

“Come in, please.” Aelfswild gestures to the open door.

They follow him inside, and the orc stands stiffly against the wall to the side of the door, not quite leaning on its axe.

“We found this note,” Ophi says, as Aelfswild closes the door and steps back around the desk. “Here.” She pulls it from her pocket and places it on the desk.

“Thank you.” He gives it a cursory glance as he sweeps it to the side, into a pile of papers.

“What is it about?” Ophi asks.

“A venture,” Aelfswild replies. “I was trying to branch out, to set up a caravan trail to take goods between settlements. Alas, it appears to have fallen through with that particular partner.”

“Oh. I’m... sorry?”

Aelfswild shrugs. “We all must fail sometimes. Now, is there anything I can do for you?” He turns to his cabinet and pulls out a bottle and several tankards, pouring drinks for the group.

“Well... not really?” Ophi glances around the group. “We just... wanted to get that back to you, I guess.”

They take the drinks as he passes them over.

Annan snorts, and Aelfswild shoots her a pointed glance. “In that case, may I interest you in a job?” He sits down at his desk again and lifts his own tankard in a toast.

“What sort of job?” Marask asks, taking a slug of the beer.

“Collection,” Aelfswild replies. “I have several items that have been paid for, but they need picking up and brought back to me before I can send them out.”

“Seems dumb to sell them before you have them.”

“It’s something of a second-hand service.” Aelfswild replies. “I connect buyers with sellers.”

“And you need more people to help?”

“We are a small... start up.” Aelfswild smiles. “Especially now that my main backer has pulled out, for the time being. You understand that I would like to get set up so that when they do need my services, I am in a position to... to help further.”

“... Sure,” Carric says slowly. “I guess we can pick some stuff up for you.”

Aelfswild smiles. “Excellent. I don’t have one lined up right at this moment, but I trust I can find you at the Knave and Cauldron when I do?”

The group collectively nods.

“Excellent!” Aelfswild repeats. “Until the next time.”

Annan gets to her feet, strides to the door, and opens it for them.

They file out, and she all but slams the door in their faces.

“Uh-” Ophi raises a hand.

“Hm.” Carric frowns.

Marask shrugs. “Hey, buddy.” He waves at the orc, who has slid to sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall. “Here’s for later.” He balances his tankard, still mostly full, on the orc’s head. “I would like more pies.”

“I... I would also like a pie,” Ophi says, turning away. “I guess there’s nothing else to do.”

Carric glances at the orc. “I guess that paralytic worked, then.”

“Oh?” Marask glances back, grins, and waves. “Guess it did. No hard feelings, right?”

The orc glares at him, but is unable to so much as growl after him.

#dnd #homebrew #campaign

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sincerelymarinette · 4 years

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A Recorded Life (38/50) - Miraculous Ladybug

Words: 1110 Chapter Summary: With only a little time left before the gala, Marinette does a live stream to work on her design. Alya and Adrien accompany, and the fans find a specific gossip article that outs the heroes. Author's Note: I hope everyone is staying safe out there! Sorry for no update last week, it was a crazy and stressful week and I needed the weekend for a break. But we're back! I'm really excited for the upcoming chapters and I still love writing the fan comments so much.

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Marinette had a camera set up facing her mannequin, which was in front of her chaise lounge. On the chaise lounge were Alya and Adrien, so Marinette had backup while she worked on her dress for the gala. She needed backup, mainly for the reason that it was the first time she had ever live-streamed creating a design.

Sure, she had posted so many design videos and tutorials she couldn't even keep track of it anymore. But she had never been live while working on anything, only the occasional one with Alya for a question and answer game.

Adrien and Alya were eating the snacks as Alya watched the comments on Marinette's YouTube live-stream. She was reading off comments, compliments, and most questions that came up to keep the commentary entertaining. Of course, the banter between the three of them was just as entertaining as well.

"This person asked what you're making this dress for," Alya asked. "I think you explained it at the beginning, but a lot more people have joined now."

"Oh!" Marinette said and turned to the camera. "Well, Adrien invited me to go to the Agreste Gala in about two weeks because he knows how much I love fashion. So, I have to make my own gown." She explained. "It's going to be a really fun event, and I'm excited."

Alya groaned. "I can't believe I couldn't get a press pass. It's unfair!"

"Yeah, but trust me, it wouldn't have been your scene," Adrien shrugged.

"Are you kidding me?" Alya asked. "Any place I can get a good story is my scene. Besides, you do know who helps Marinette with her fashion channel, right?" Alya smirked.

Adrien awkwardly chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. "Ah, I guess you have a point there. Can...we go back to questions?"

"Sure, this one is for you!" Alya said. "Have you been modeling less lately?"

Adrien shrugged. "Well, I guess I should probably address it. I guess I've kind of taken a break. You know, I don't want to endanger anyone by being out and doing photoshoots. I still do some, sometimes, but I haven't been living at home recently, so planning them is kind of hard. I'm still doing fencing, though!" Adrien explained. "Hey, Mari, want me to model your dress?"

Marinette giggled. "I think I can handle this one."

"Next question is asking if you guys have planned anything for Adrien vs. Jobs?" Alya asked. "For the record, I better be invited to some of those. They'll be fun."

"Oh yeah!" Adrien started. "We're going to be doing the first one soon. I don't know if we should spoil anything, but I'm really excited," Adrien said.

Marinette stepped back to look at her work in progress. "Yes, it's going to be so much fun!"

Adrien kept seeing his name appear in the chat, and he read as fast as he could to try to understand why the fans were freaking out.

Adrien you're not living at home?? are you ok?

what happened to adrien?

Adrien where are you staying if you're not staying at home

did gabriel do something because I will fly to paris right now and fight him myself

why aren't you living at home?

omg are you staying with marinette because i SHIP IT

adrien, are you okay? I get not modeling and stuff, but what happened at home?

Adrien pointed at the comments and Alya read along. "Guys, don't worry. I'm okay, and it's just better for Marinette and me to stay together. Plus, getting muffins for breakfast is the best part of it all," Adrien said.

"It's been fun. He's been helping my parents with dinners, and we play a lot of video games," Marinette smiled at the camera and stepped back to admire her piece. "It's getting there. What do you guys think?"

While the comments flooded with praise to Marinette, there were a few critiques and others demanding pictures of her and Adrien at the gala. Her fans loved seeing her work and also listen to her and her friend's bicker, but then all of a sudden, a link was being spammed in the comments.

"Hmm, what's this?" Alya asked and clicked on the link as all three of them gathered around the screen. Marinette gasped loudly when she saw the picture come on the screen with the headline "LADYBUG KISSES CHAT NOIR AFTER AKUMA ATTACK? WHAT ARE THEY HIDING?" from an American gossip blog.

Marinette composed herself and took a deep breath. "You guys know how I feel about talking about my superhero side. Let's just get back to the dress and talking."

Adrien shared a concerned look with Alya as they reset and went back to normal. "Uh, Mari, the chat is kind of going crazy."

Marinette sighed and went over to the computer again to read what everyone was saying. Adrien knew it was best if he stayed quiet, he didn't want to say anything he would regret or make Alya or Marinette mad, or even make the whole situation worse. Being quiet was the best choice.

OMGRNJAWKDNWJ THE K I S S THEY'RE TOGETHER THEY'RE TOGETHER

THE SHIIIIIIIIPPPPPP

OHMYGOSH THEY ARE SO TOGETHER? I MEAN, ADRIEN LIVING WITH MARINETTE, HER PARENTS LOVING HIM, HIM MAKING DINNER, THEM GOING ON DATES AS VIDEOS, ITS BEEN A THING FOREVER!

i love them so much im so happy theyre finally together

omg!!! couples tag!! with alya and nino!!

the picture is SO CUTE! when did you guys start dating??

Marinette stood back in front of the camera. "All right guys, we've got to get going. Thanks so much for tuning into the live stream to see me work on my gala dress! I'll be sure to show you guys the finished product, too. Make sure to check us all out on social media to keep updated, and I'll see you in the next video!" Marinette ended, and Alya shut off the live stream.

Marinette sighed loudly as she sat on the chaise lounge next to Adrien. "Well," Alya said, "At least you guys have talked about it, so it's not as awkward," She tried to help.

"She has a point," Adrien said, "People were bound to find it sooner or later. Might as well address it now," Adrien added.

"I guess so," Marinette shrugged. "So much for keeping it a secret," She giggled and grabbed her phone.

"What are you going to do?" Alya asked.

With a smirk, Marinette scrolled through her tweets until she found the one from a few months back.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng @MarinetteDC I am dating Adrien Agreste. I am dating Chat Noir. I know Chat Noir's identity.

Alya Césaire @alyacesaire @MarinetteDC WE STAN A CONSISTENT QUEEEEEEN

Adrien @AdrienAgreste retweeted @MarinetteDC

And the fans went crazy.

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@lady-of-the-roses-and-lilies @bookishserendipity03 @avatheexceed @gkz10 @coccinellegirl @kat-thatoneweirdo @strawberryblondish @snow-swordswoman @lilgaga98 @evufries

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butindeed · 6 years

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What if… [TRR X PM Cross over] [PART 16/?]

Hi guys!! This is part of a nameless Riley x Drake series. You can read the previous parts HERE.

Tags: @lazychic28 @boneandfur @drakelover78 @captainkingliam

@andy-loves-corgis @client327 @walkerismychoice @chantelle-x0x

Summary: What if things were different? (Part 15)

Note: Contains adult language.

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Daft Punk - Around The World

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-Classes are fucking oveeeeerrrrr!!!! - Kai jumped quite high as she hit the air with her fists.

-I’m more thrilled we’ve passed all the exams... I can’t believe, I have my second degree!!

-Heh. Maybe we should celebrate - Drake smirked with sugary voice approaching Riley .

-Yeeeeeeaaaah, we should go camping! - Kai added with a high pitch.

-Oh! Kai, I meant ju-

-I can’t wait to pack all my things! I haven’t gone camping since we were girl scouts Ri! I’m pumped! - she yelped as she ran bound for their apartment.

-I’m sorry - Riley appologised with a smile - She needs this, to be out, with friends...

-You know who else needs this? - Drake grunted - this guy! - he pointed at himself - I wanted some alone time with you - he pouted as he nuzzled Riley’s neck, showering it with soft sweet kisses.

-Ew! Get a room you two! - Savannah sauntered towards them with a smirk resembling her brother’s.

-What are you doing here little padawan?

-First, dork. Secondly, I was feeling trapped at home, I needed some fresh air. Plus Kai told me we are going camping?

-We? - Drake was feeling more irritated by the second.

-Yes, we are - Riley chimmed in, smiling at Savannah - So, how are you feeling?

-Oh much better, thanks. Morning sickness is a bitch, especially since I also have it at noon, afternoon, evening and night - Savannah numbered with her fingers. - Whatever, camping sounds nice.

-Speaking of which, I should probably go and pack some things and go buy a tent or something.

-No! don’t! I mean... We can share! - Drake babbled blushing.

-Oh God! - Savannah rolled her eyes.

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The place Drake had picked to go camping was simply breathtaking. It was late afternoon, so the sky was getting an orangey pinkish shade that made everything seem like an enchanted forrest.

As soon as they got there, Kai and Savannah dropped themselves in the grass, but it didn’t last much, since Drake stood next to them tapping his feet impatiently.

-You can be lazyasses once the tents are set up.

-I haven’t set up a tent since God knows when! And you haven’t asked Riley to put up her tent!

-Riley is setting the campfire, and she picked up all that wood, you have done nothing but staring at the clouds like nine year-olds! - he yelled as he moved to set his own tent. - If you don’t set it up yourselves, you won’t have a place to sleep!

-I’m starting to regret coming here in the first place - Savannah whispered to Kai - It’s camping with my dad all over again. He taught us some surviving skills allright, but there’s a reason why my mom and I used to stay at home when Drake and him mentioned going camping!

And man was Savannah was right! Drake took camping very serious, almost at an annoying level. He told Riley off for not taking the appropriate security measures, previously to lecturing Kai about her poor tent setting skills and Savannah stopped him with a stern look before he could say anything to her.

When the night was quite set in, they enjoyed some delicious grilled sandwiches and s’mores.

Kai passed a whiskey filled flask round which Savannah gracefully passed on.

After a while, Savannah excused herself yawning, and not too long after, Kai, who had sworn to anyone who’d listen that she was not going to sleep but greet the sun awake, fall asleep on a log in a very uncomfortable position.

Drake, taking advantage of their sudden solitude, moved himself behind Riley, embracing her with his muscular limbs.

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-You know - he whispered in her ear, and her skin goosebumped - I have always had this fantasy - he nibbled her ear - about being in the open air - she shuddered - with someone as beautiful as you.

-Oh, have you?

-Mhmm... - his lips travelled slowly to her exposed neck - Maybe we could - his fingers played with the hem of her swaeapants - fulfill it now?

Riley tried to turn around, but he prevented her from doing so by sweetly caressing her inner thigh above the clothes.

It felt so good, to have him like that. There hadn’t been many opportunities for them to be alone, they were always interrupted by one thing or another. It seemed like fate was impeding them from taking thing further.

Drake’s hands moved a bit towards her center, never leaving the clothes surface and Riley gasped.

She had been craving his touch for so long.

She felt Drake smirking in her neck and his fingers started making circular movements right where her clit was below the clothes layers. Riley leaned back onto Drake, enjoying his touch.

His fingers were finding all the spots that made her shiver and his mouth did the same right up. Sticking her ass out, gluing it to his crotch, she felt him getting harder by the second. Their bodies so close she could feel his heartbeats.

Riley guided his hand under her clothes, just between her panties and her pants and Drake let go a groan when he felt how wet she was for him.

He slowly navigated away from the fabric, towards her skin, while langudly leaning her backwards, and himself to her side.

Her folds were dripping, expectantly, and he felt a bolt from the anticipation. They were still with their clothes on, but that wouldn’t last much.

At least that was what he thought, as they heard Kai moving,probably waking up from that very uncomfortable nap.

With a frustrated sigh, Drake stood up as Kai stretched herself not noticing them yet.

They ran swiftly, hand in hand towards a tree populated section, not too far away from the camping-site.

-That was close - Riley giggled

Drake smirked, kissing her neck as he pinned Riley agaisnt the nearest tree.

His kisses were hot and desperate, and so was hers. Drake swiftly scooped Riley up, grabbing her by the ass and moaned at her legs wrapping around his waist. Their hands travelled through their bodies with contained desire.

It was as if they were just teenagers, exploring eachother for the first time. And somehow it was.

The kisses grew hotter, Drake parting Riley’s lips, his tongue gently exploring hers, she softly biting and sucking his lips and tongue.

Drake moved one hand to he hem of her shirt, seeking for permission she gave with a subtle nod. Then discovered her warm, soft skin with his rough fingers, caressing every centimetre of her torso right up her breasts.

It was then when they heard a noise, something like branches breaking under someone’s weight. Then a yelp. They parted with a jump, Riley landing on both her feet.

Squinting to where the sound had come from, they saw Savannah trying to get away unoticed.

-Sav? Are you ok? - Drake grunted

-Sorry! I just wanted to pee and... - she gestured to them

-Don’t worry - Drake was upset and wasn’t trying to hide it - It’s not like you’re a human blocker... Oh! Wait...

-Maybe we should just go to bed - Riley chimned in

-Yeah about that...- Savannah looked up appologetically- Kai kind of fall over our tent and we’re sleeping in yours... But there’s plenty of space for all of us!

-This is the last time I bring any of you camping! - Drake promised frowning.

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Drake got up before th sun had even risen and Savannah knew exactly why. Sleeping in a tent with three other women might be the dream for many people, but Drake had been perfectly clear that he intended that trip to be special for him and Riley. He had dennied his feelings for her for so long it felt 50 shades of unfair. Maybe it was that she was a helpless romantic, maybe it was she actually liked Riley and the person her brother was around her or maybe she just felt guilty, the point is she decided, right there and then that she’d make up for them.

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gilbertandanne · 6 years

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Tag Game

I was tagged by @malecbellarke. Thanks Jeff!

Tagging: anyone who wants to do this

last (1-5)

drink - water

phone call - the garage where I took my car today

text msg - “oh my God, I’m so happy”

song you listened to - Pretty in Pink - The Psychedelic Furs

time you cried - i’m not sure tbh.

ever..? (6-11)

dated someone twice - sort of (I have a complicated dating history)

ever kissed someone and regretted it - yes

been cheated on - I’m convinced that I have been, but he never admitted to it.

lost some1 special - yes

been depressed - yes

gotten drunk/thrown up - yes

fav colors (12-14)

purple (like a royal shade), navy blue, dark gray

in the last yr have you.. (15-21)

made new friends/ mutuals - yes <3333

fallen out of love - no

laughed until you cried - yes

found out some1 was talking about you - yup

met some1 who changed you - yes

kissed some1 on your FB friends’ list - yes

general (22-51)

how many of your FB friends do you know irl - the only ones I don’t know IRL are my fandom mutuals who I feel like I know irl. Tbh I’m rarely on fb anymore.

you have any pets - yes

do you want to change your name - nope

what did you do for your prev. birthday - my parents came to visit and we all had an amazing day together (it’s been awhile since i’ve been able to spend my bday with my parents)

what time did you wake up today - 8:45am

what were you doing @ midnight last night - watching reruns of Vanderpump Rules

what is something you can’t wait for - mini vacation in a few months and trying to find some chunk of time to dig into some creative ideas

what’re you listening to atm - Unworthy - Vancouver Sleep Clinic (G&E playlist)

have you ever talked to a person named Tom - yes

something that’s getting on your nerves - the fact that there isn’t enough time in the day to do everything I need to (& yet, I’m sitting here doing this so idk)

most visited site - google & tumblr

hair color - brown

long/ short hair - long

do you have a crush on some1 - yep

what do you like abt yourself - my sense of humor

want any piercings - not atm

blood type - i have no clue

nicknames - Katie is a nickname, short for Katherine. My dad calls me Kate and Chris calls me B.

relationship status - taken af

zodiac - sagittarius

pronoun(s) - she/her

fav tv/ on-air shows - HTGAWM, GoT, Anne with an E, Stranger Things, Riverdale, Vanderpump Rules, Big Brother, etc (I know I’m missing a major one but my mind is drawing a complete blank right now)

tattoos? - there’s one i’ve been wanting forever, but i don’t like needles so I’m scared to get it.

rightie or leftie - leftie!!

ever had surgery - I had my wisdom teeth removed, does that count?

piercings - yep.

sports - i don’t play them, but i watch them...college bball and professional football are my favs

vacation - yes please! (I’m not sure what this is asking, but I’m a fan of vacations)

trainers - huh? like the shoe?

moar general (52-58)

eating - truffle hershey’s kisses (my FAV but they only come out around V-day)

drinking - water

i’m about to watch - prob a movie, idk what yet.

waiting for - idk...my ass to get in gear and buckle down and write this thing.

want - to figure out if G&E would work better as a novel or a script.

get married - maybe one day

career - career I want? showrunner/music supervisor/writer of a tv show

which is better (59-65)

hugs/kisses - depends on the situation. Both are amazing.

lips/eyes - eyes....eyes are what I’m first drawn to

shorter/taller - taller

older/younger - older...based on my track record, I do better with older

nice arms/ stomach - arms

hookup/relationship - relationship

troublemaker/hesitant - depends on the situation

have you ever (66-75)

kissed a stranger - yes

drank hard liquor - yes

lost glasses - no

turned someone down - yes

sex on 1st date - it’s complicated. technically yes, but C & I had known one another for awhile by that point and had kissed before then and hung out and we considered that date our first official date and omg i can feel you judging me right now. Like, I had already fallen for him by that point and vice versa...I mean we literally stayed up all night talking and hanging out (twice) before this date even happened, soooooooo yeahhhh....we were already sort of in a relationship by the time we had our first date.

broken a heart - yes

had your heart broken - yes

been arrested - nope

cried when some1 died - yes

fallen for a friend - yep

do you believe in.. (76-81)

yourself - not usually

miracles - yes

love @ first sight - not love...i believe in feeling that spark at first sight...that feeling that you know this person will become an important part of your life.

santa clause - i wish

kiss on a 1st date - yes

angels - yes

other (82-85)

best friend’s name - Chris (ok that’s super freakin’ cheesy, but he is. Your SO should be your best friend imho)

eye color - green/blue (they change color)

fav movie - Clue (1985) and My Man Godfrey (1936)

fav actor - ever? woah, i can’t even begin to answer that.

#ab me #dear God I'm not a ho

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blissfullylostinarabbithole · 7 years

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Kiss Me Better (22/?)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Loki x BFF!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: After being cleared for field work, Bucky invites Reader to celebrate his milestone.

A/N: More alternate scenarios near the bottom guys! Again, I didn’t tag anyone for those, but the links are there for anyone who wants to read them.

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Tony wanted to throw a party to celebrate Bucky’s milestone, but Steve put his foot down. He was adamant that the manner in which to honor him be his choice, and Bucky chose a camping trip. When he placed your breakfast in front of you, you thanked and congratulated him for being cleared for missions.

“Thanks,” he gave you a doleful smile. “Uh, you’re gonna come, right? On the camping trip?”

“Ok,” Tony forcefully set his mug down. “What the hell happened while we were gone?”

“Nothing,” both you and Bucky answered a little too quickly.

“She’s never been camping before, and I think she’d enjoy it is all…” Bucky tried to play it off.

“Right, because suddenly you’re Mr. Considerate,” Tony jeered.

“Enough, Tony.” Steve scolded. “When do you want to leave, Buck?” he asked, trying to ease the growing tension in the room.

A little snippet of your favorite song sounded from your phone, indicating you’d just received a message.

“Is that Matt?” Wanda squealed. She and Nat immediately leaned in to read his cute text over your shoulder.

“Hm, he’s kinda cheesy,” Nat commented, earning a smack from Wanda.

“It’s sweet and romantic!”

“Soon,” Bucky glanced your way, swallowing hard. “Maybe this week, if we can?”

You weren’t surprised he didn’t mention anything about Loki joining you; he almost didn’t invite Sam. When breakfast was finished, Wanda and Nat followed you to your room to help you figure out what to pack. Nat kept a scrutinizing gaze on you, trying to figure out what transpired between you and Bucky during that time they were away. You knew she was dying to ask, but she also knew you’d never spill if you didn’t want to.

It was a few days before you were ready to leave on the trip, and though you didn’t really have much time to speak with Bucky, he would attempt to send you a friendly smile whenever you crossed paths. Matt had told you he wanted to see you again, but wouldn’t be free until the following week. You then told him you would be unavailable due to the trip, and the probability of being sent on a mission upon your return. In the end, you both agreed to keep in touch and see how you felt when the time came.

“So, how’s it feel to be full-fledged Avenger?” Wanda caught up to Bucky on their way to the garage.

“I’m relieved, actually. I can finally start doing some good to make up for what I did as the Winter Soldier.”

Wanda offered him a sympathetic smile. “I know Steve tells you all the time, and you’re probably sick of hearing it, but no one here blames you for that. Those on the outside that do, don’t know any better, but they will.”

He gave her a tight smile and short nod. He was tired of hearing it, but he knew she meant well and he wasn’t about to throw her kind words back in her face. “What?” he groaned. “Why are Stark and Wilson riding with me and Steve?”

Wanda looked over at Steve’s car, and saw both men arguing over the allotment of trunk space. “Maybe they should ride with Nat and Clint. They do have the smallest packs,” she reasoned. “But that’d mean Y/N and I would have to ride with you. Are you ok with that?”

She suppressed a grin at seeing Bucky’s cheeks pinken. She’d always been sensitive to the internal battle he struggled with around you, but she couldn’t always make sense of it. At least not until he’d found out you and Loki weren’t an item. Since then, she’d been able to get a better understanding of his feelings.

Bucky cleared his throat and attempted to sound bored. “Fine. Anything’s better than riding with those two for the next eight hours.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

You weren’t sure what to think when Wanda told you about the change in arrangements, especially when she said Bucky was fine with it. You settled behind Steve with Wanda beside you, and spent the first two hours of the journey teaching her to play Cat’s Cradle. Unbeknownst to you, Steve caught you nearly every time you stole glances at Bucky through the rear view mirror.

You stopped at a small place with a drive through for breakfast. Steve ordered oatmeal and a fruit salad, Bucky ordered two bacon and egg sandwiches, and you and Wanda got breakfast burritos.

“Mmm!” Wanda’s eyes widened after the first bite. “This is really good!”

“Mm-hm!” your mouth was full, so you only nodded enthusiastically.

Steve looked into the mirror and snickered seeing you and Wanda wolfing down your breakfast. “How are your sandwiches, Buck?”

He crumpled the wrapper of the first one and began on his second. “It’s alright. Y/N’s are way better,” he remarked offhandedly.

You swallowed a mouthful of food and mumbled a shy ‘thank you.’

“I know who’s making breakfast when we get back,” Wanda nudged you, dispelling the awkwardness. It wasn’t long until you were finished eating, and Wanda noticed Steve had barely touched his food. “Hey guys? Why don’t we switch for a bit? Y/N can drive, Steve can eat, and I can find us some good music to help pass the time.”

“Sounds like a good idea, if you don’t mind?” Steve made eye contact through the mirror. “I’d really appreciate it.”

Wanda bumped you knee and gave you an encouraging smile.

“Pull over, then.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bucky’s eyes hardly left you in the last four hours. He was entranced by the way your entire being brightened with every new song that played. He watched you, lips slightly parted, as you danced in your seat. Your excited squeals made his mouth twitch, fighting the urge to grin like a fool, and his breath caught every time you looked over at Wanda, beaming over her song of choice. Steve tried not to stare, feeling like he was intruding on something intimate, but it was difficult to ignore the awe on his oldest friend’s face.

“I can hear you humming,” Wanda grinned. “I know you wanna sing along.”

“Oh no. No no no no no. I don’t sing.” In the rear view, you saw Bucky’s brows knit together as his head tilted a bit. Your mouth went dry, and you began to feel a little embarrassed at the idea that he was probably remembering your awful attempts.

“Why not?” she huffed. “Tony’s the worst singer I’ve ever heard, but he doesn’t let it stop him.”

“Ok fine, I do sing, just not in front of people.”

“Not even Loki?” she narrowed her eyes at you.

“Especially not Loki! Are you crazy? He’d record it and blast it all over Times Square.” Your heart began to pound at the mere thought. You caught movement again in the mirror, and were able to see a small smile form on Bucky’s lips before he turned to look out the window.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

You stopped for what was meant to be a quick, uneventful lunch. The diner was charming, and the smells that filled the air made your mouth water. The others were already inside waiting, leaving few seating options. You ended up next to Steve, with Bucky directly across from you. You tried to ignore the fact that the last time you’d been out together, he’d been standing on the seat, trying to tell you what he loved about Harry Potter.

“So,” Natasha called down the table. “any chance of you switching back with these two?” she gestured to Sam and Tony. “They’ve been bickering the whole time.”

“Nat’s this close to tossing them to the side of the road,” Clint cackled.

“No thanks,” Steve shuddered.

“Hi! Are you all ready to order?” a friendly server approached you.

“Yeah, thanks. Could I get the kabobs with seasoned fries, please? And he’ll have the bac-” you stopped yourself and quickly looked to Bucky. “Sorry.” Your eyes were immediately led to someone’s hand holding yours. You followed the arm up to Steve’s smiling face.

“It’s ok,” he whispered.

“I’ll have the bacon avocado burger, please,” you heard Bucky order the same thing he always did.

You shook your head, “I have to go to the restroom.”

Steve and Bucky watched you leave, while Wanda ordered her lunch as if nothing had happened.

“Oh! I didn’t get her drink order,” the server pointed to your empty spot once everyone was finished.

Bucky asked for your favorite before anyone else could. “Light ice, please.”

Taking advantage of the facilities, you relieved yourself and washed up, splashing some water on your face as well. After a few minutes to get your emotions in check, you walked back to your table and sat quietly. Feeling eyes on you, you looked up and found more than half the team staring. “What? I was in the car for over six hours without break.”

Shortly after, the server returned with everyone’s orders. Bucky kept peeking at you through his lashes, and could tell you were still feeling a little down. He swallowed the bit of his burger in his mouth, and placed it carefully on his plate.

“How’s your food?” he asked softly, gently tapping your foot with his under the table so you knew he was talking to you.

Your eyes met his momentarily, and he could see the uncertainty in them. It took everything he had to keep from looking away in shame.

“It’s good,” you smiled, thought it didn’t meet your eyes. “And yours?”

“Good, good,” he sucked in a breath, wondering if he was making the right move. “Not as good as that place by the museum.” He watched you scan the table, checking to see if anyone was listening, even though Steve and Wanda were the only ones close enough to hear, and they were focused on their food. “We should go back sometime.”

Your eyes snapped to his again, again wondering if you’d heard correctly. You almost bit your lip to keep quiet, but your mouth didn’t get the memo.

“What are you doing?”

Bucky blushed, but held your gaze. “I just… I want us to…” ‘To what? Be friends?’ he thought. “I don’t want to go back to what we were. Before everything, I mean.”

“Then why did you?”

He winced at your words, but still didn’t look away.

“Oh my god… are… are Y/N and Barnes actually talking?” Tony’s voice called from down the table.

His sandwich then jumped off his plate and smacked him in the face. Everyone turned to Wanda, who just carried on eating as if nothing had happened. Now that Tony had brought everyone’s attention to your end of the table, you and Bucky focused on your meals.

After lunch, Steve took the wheel for the remainder of the way while you napped. At the campsite, you and Sam were left to assemble the tents, Natasha and Wanda set out to find firewood, and the others went fishing. When they returned, you had everyone’s packs in their designated tents, and were sitting around the fire, talking.

“Ladies, and Samuel,” Clint added as an afterthought. “We bring you an offering!” In a bucket, were some fish, already scaled and gutted, ready to be put on the fire.

Looking up when you noticed a figure looming over, you were met with an embarrassed looking Bucky. Steve gave him a gentle pat, and strategically positioned himself to block him from Sam and Tony.

“I uh, I caught you a fish,” he said barely above a whisper. “I cleaned it and everything. I hope you don’t mind…”

Though you still understand his behavior, you couldn’t help but appreciate the gesture and smile.

“Thank you, that’s really sweet of you.”

The corners of his mouth twitched and he nodded, taking both your fish over to the fire.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

You weren’t at all thrilled about what you were about to do, but the possibility of infection made you push all your excuses aside as you tiptoed over to the Super tent.

“Steve.” you called as quietly as you could. “Steeeeve.”

“Y/N?” not Steve answered. The tent flap opened to reveal a sleepy Bucky. “What’s wrong?”

“I need the keys to the car. Or the first aid kit if he brought it out.”

“What happened? Are you hurt?” he stepped out, wide awake, and began to look you over.

“It’s just some scratches,” you reassured.

He grabbed the keys from Steve’s bag and led you to the car. “How’d you get ‘em?”

That was just the question you didn’t want to answer. “Uh, I went for a walk and tripped.”

Bucky stopped and rounded on you. “A walk in the middle of the night? By yourself? What’s the matter with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You could’ve gotten turned around or attacked by a bear!” he whisper yelled.

You briefly wondered just how useless he thought you were. “Bears are scared of people. And I did get turned around when I fell, but it took me all of four seconds to catch my bearings.”

Bucky sighed and walked the rest of the way to the car and pulled out the kit. “Lemme see ‘em.”

You jumped onto the hood and showed him your shin, your elbow, and your index finger. “See? Not too bad, right?”

“No,” he conceded. “But still, you shouldn’t have wandered off on your own.” His tone was much gentler now. “Ok, this is gonna sting. Ready?” He waited for your approval before disinfecting your scrapes. He blew on them to ease the burning, just like you did for him. “Take someone with you if you’re going for a walk, ok?”

“Oh jeez… I had to… relieve myself, ok?” you confessed, hiding your face with your uninjured hand.

Bucky only paused for a second while rubbing antibiotic cream. “Even so. Don’t go alone.”

You scrunched your nose in disgust. “Dude!”

A low, throaty laugh escaped him that made your insides flutter. “Ok, but could you at least tell someone? If you’d gotten lost, no one would’ve noticed until morning.”

Watching him put so much care into placing your band aids, you couldn’t refuse him. “Yeah, ok.”

“Thank goodness.” He looked up at the sound of your laugh. “What?”

“It’s nothing,” you waved it off.

“Tell me?” His eyes looked directly into yours, the plea evident in them.

“It’s just… Loki said if he had changed me instead, I’d have given you grey hair. I think he’s right.”

His laughter surprised you. “I don’t even wanna think about what would have happened to us then.” He smoothed the final band aid over your finger. “There. You good?”

Your smile slowly faded and you turned away. “I guess so.” Bucky released your hand and you made to get off the car, but your leg was grabbed before you could. You turned in time to see him bend and press a kiss to your shin. He took your arm, and placed another on your elbow. Finally, he took your hand again. You saw his eyes were shining as he gave your finger the gentlest kiss yet.

“I miss you,” he whispered brittly.

The sorrowful look in his eyes knocked the wind out of you. “I miss you, too,” you admitted. “So, so much.”

Thought they were the words he wanted to hear, they didn’t have the desired effect. “I don’t see how you can. I’m not like that kid.”

“Yes you are, Bucky. You’re like that around Steve.”

His could have sworn his heart stopped for a moment. “You called me Bucky.”

“Yeah,” you gently nodded. “I don’t want to go back to like it was before, either.”

He smiled weakly. “When um,” he cleared his throat. “when we get back, you think we could finish that book?”

Cici and Jimmy has the Sex . To Boldly Go where No Doll has Gone Before

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom season 2, ep 12-16 thoughts! these episodes, in comparison to the first 10 or so, felt way more laid back and low-stakes, which I appreciate sometimes. I didn't appreciate how lazy jack's halfa design was in masters of time, it made me so annoyed I redesigned it. 👎🏻 u_u

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-'picking a fight with me and my upgraded form!' 'you upgraded to a mullet?' DANNNNY. YOU CANT SAY THAT TO TECHNUS. YOUVE HAD A MULLET TWICE NOW ('fun' split danny, and evil future danny BOTH HAD THEM). I HAVE THE RECEIPTS.

-danny seeing technus hurting valerie and yelling I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF. SAMEEEE <3

-axion labs is now a part of vladco. FUCK YOU VLAD. hes not even really IN this episode, but just thought I'd throw out a nice fuck you anyway.

-'capable of blasting a single person into space in (2) minutes!' tucker. that would kill someone. i mean yeah they might get to space, but theres NO WAY THEY WOULDNT CATCH FIRE, OR THEIR ORGANS WOULDNT LIQUIFY BECAUSE OF THE STRAIN. THEY'D PROBABLY PASS OUT BEFORE THEN, BUT. ...no, okay, I get why vlad bought this company. this is RIGHT up his alley.

-danny KNOWS VAL DIDNT DO THIS, THAT SOMEONE STOLE THE SUIT. AND SPENDING ALL NIGHT CHATTING WITH HER. <3 and val is a 9TH DEGREE BLACKBELT?? danny's mom is, too!! omg and she hunts ghosts, his parents would love her. and her fav fruit is kumquat bc its a funny word. im so with danny val is amazing. I love her and I Do Not Want To Hear It From Sam.

-I knew danny wanted to be an astronaut, but the bowling tidbit is like. yes give me more useless info abt these characters, I love tiny details that make them feel more human, and im glad hes got hobbies aside from ghost stuff, we dont really see a lot of that!!! (I mean, we knew 'fun' danny from when he split himself in half liked bowling, so obv it makes sense he LIKES it, but hes very GOOD at it. so proud of him, bowling king) val calling him neil armstrong and them teasing each other. LOVE THAT.

-technus you are my favorite grandpa for setting this up. SAM WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CREEPY BE HAPPY FOR YOUR FRIEND!!! STOP SPYING ON THEM!!! who actually cares if technus did 'set them up' together, theyre having fun and enjoy each others company!!! 'you think the universe wants you two to be together?' 'i dunno, but maybe /I/ do!' EXACTLY DANNY!!! SOO TRUE.

-and valerie being happy sam said she wants to try and be happy for them and make room at the lunch table for them. and hugging sam over it. VAL NEEDS MORE FRIENDS.

-VAL GOING AFTER TECHNUS IN HER SUIT WITH (1) MILK, AND (1) TREE BRANCH AND KEYS!!!. I LOVE YOUUUU BEST GIRL. her new suit kicks ass

-dannys like 'HEY IM AN ASTRONAUT :D' AW. ...HES IN SPACE... the fact he's actually intending to give her the ring. with SAMS NAME ON IT?? IM CRINGING DANNY NO. YOU CANT DO THAT...thank god he didnt. thank god valerie cut it off and said they can just stay friends for now. tbh, they both have a lot on their plates!! they obv both still like each other...it can be a future thing!! when she knows about phantom! youre 14 theres no need to rush. I just want her to have friends and be happy :(

-...danny struggles to do (1) pull up. SAME. but all the ghost fighting in phantom form REALLY doesnt carry over at ALL? that sucks

-sam being as fit as she is, is not just a goth. shes a goth jock.

-honey I Shrank Our Kid, One of his Enemies, and his Bully: the episode

-dash's crush on phantom is So Obvious. fitness buddies :) watching them interact always makes me laugh. also, phantom, with PANTS. 'how many costume changes you gonna go through, what is this, vegas??' DASSH DJKSFHASKDF

-MADDIE GOING AFTER THE MOUSE WITH A BROOM, WHAT THE FUCK. AAAH. JUST BUY SOME KIND OF MOUSE TRAP.

-danny likes lime and vinegar chips. which sound very good.

-'our boy finally has the physical prowess of a 60 year old president!' ...poor danny LMAO

-'what's wrong with beauty pageants' oh tucker you sweet naïve child. what ISNT wrong with them. who approved this for a high school?? (I mean, yes. unfortunately child pageants exist, but...) also danny and tucker once again treating the pretty girls like objects. I need to meet the grown man who wrote this, I just want to talk...

-prince aragon's dragon form reminds me of maleficent (color scheme wise) which is always a bonus. considering the episode is called beauty marked, I feel like the sleeping beauty references are deliberate

-sam with the fake fangs. once again her accessories never miss. hate the 'not like other girls, girls who get sucked into this kind of thing are all shallow and all want to be carbon copies' bs tho.

-sam trying to be the Worst Bride, being rude as shit. DORA IS GOING TO GET KILLED. DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE SHE SAID THE PRINCE WILL HAVE HER HEAD IF YOU ARENT THE IDEAL BRIDE. YOU /KNOW/ DANNY WILL COME SAVE YOU. JUST ACT CHILL UNTIL THEN. even if you were doing fine to get him to take off the crown, consider maybe not letting his poor sister get punished also?? sure, she could also take off the crown and has dragon powers, but did you know that for sure?? dora didnt even really realize it until you guys talked!! (or at least, she was scared to stand up to him. you had no guarantee she would...) but. good for dora. ANOTHER friendly ghost to add to the List :)

-tucker is so under appreciated in his time. if he was doing a tech-based campaign today he'd have a better shot. people in 2004 had NO IDEA how much tech would be a part of our day-to-day lives...altho. tbh if you're going to be running for student council president, maybe you should..focus on things to actually improve the school? since he's going for a tech angle, he could say like, he would be running fundraisers for the schools computers to be upgraded, etc? we've already SEEN he can be good at money-making entrepreneur type stuff!!

-oh my god wait. this episode is JUST YUGIOH?????! A REBORN PHAROH USING A TEENAGER AS A VESSEL?? YESSSSSS

-tucker using his new minion to feed him grapes and carry him. AND LOCUSTS ONTO THE BULLIES. I love how when he's possessed, he gains winged eyeliner.

-this episode is giving me big 'plankton makes everyone in bikini bottom his slaves and build monuments of him from the spongebob movie' vibes. and the pharaoh has a traitor who works for him? VERY big yugioh vibes. aknadin confirmed

-I like that danny is still completely exhausted after using ghostly wail. (still patiently waiting on him to get duplication)

-LOVE the fenton's 80s outfits. I get hes 14 and embarrassed by everything they do because theyre his parents, but. cmon, this is one objectively cool thing theyve done. love 80s fashion.

-...was vlad just standing on that streetlight waiting for danny to come out? how'd he know they'd be coming out the back? how long has he been up there???

-oh, wait, his ecto-acne has flareups? that SUCKS. danny was...well I dont want to say he was LUCKY HE HALF-DIED, but he was lucky his was pretty instant (I'm assuming that had to do with the power/scale of the portals being different?) I remember in the ep we met him, vlad made a point of saying he was stuck in a hospital for a long time, so. that really actually sucks and I feel bad. not that it excuses anything he's done...but like. it does suck.

-vlad being so sure danny wouldnt help him he made it somehow contagious to his friends to make sure he'd get help? danny is a nice boy, he wouldve helped if it was anyone else. the only reason he wouldn't have is because of the shit vlad did to him, on purpose. vlad 100% dug his own grave by being the biggest asshole, so it is very hard to feel bad for him.

-clockwork is back!!! and making danny learn lessons The Hard Way. Uhhh, okay. I kind of get Danny’s logic, that time traveling this far back would prevent vlad from becoming a halfa also, ergo no arch nemesis or ectoacne to worry about. But the fact that was basically the first solution Danny came up with to solve this problem is actually so funny. It’s so extreme

-APPRICIATION FOR THESE 80S LESBIAN BG CHARACTERS.

-vlad telling maddie in the lab (in the 80s) he has something he's wanted to tell her 'for a long time'...how long have they known each other? I assumed they met in college, since jack always calls vlad his college buddy/roommate, so jack and vlad for sure met in college, but did vlad know maddie longer? thats surprising if so. Tho we don’t know what year of college they’re in so they could mean they met as freshmen and a few years have past…speaking of maddie shes crushing the 80s look.

-vlad blames jack, but. maybe dont stick your face 2 inches from the portal??! THIS FEELS LIKE LAB SAFETY BASICS. IF SOMETHING HAS POTENTIAL TO BE DANGEROUS, DONT GET NEAR IT. WITH YOUR FACE UNPROTECTED IN ANY WAY. (altho jack didnt really give a Big Warning besides screaming BONZAI. so. also that, but cmon.) also, they need gloves, goggles, and to pull all of their hair back tbh. but fuck lab safety, I guess!

-cryyyyinnng at how lazy they were with jack's ghost form design, its just plasmius' design on jack!!! you couldve given him his own design!!

-there. I did that in about 10 minutes and its somehow less lazy than what made it into the show. embarrassing! better yet, I think the episode would've been better if maddie would've gotten the ectoacne. or maybe its just me, wanting to see her design! anyway. I'm sure people have already done redesigns of them both as halfas. I have to go look after I finish this watch through. Also mildly frustrated jacks resentment and bitterness is basically also a copy paste of vlads backstory. They’re different characters, I really don’t think jack would stew in bitterness and jealousy the same way vlad would!! I also don’t think he’d give up after one time of trying to hunt ghosts and getting laughed at. Our canon timeline says different…I dunno, I get it was for laughs, but I’m annoyed because the POTENTIAL this plot has…

-did vlad really wear a stupid cheese hat to his wedding. ok actually that kinda rules. and the cheese door knocker. the dairy-only buffet table. vlad still got rich, just on being the New Dairy King. (Assuming that means he owns a lot of dairy businesses?) ok! this actually is great. hope maddie isn't lactose intolerant!

-'no matter how hard I tried, I could never get rid of my ghost half, the half I knew Maddie could never accept' ohh, ouch, what a horrible thing to say to her HALF GHOST SON. 'YOUR MOM WILL NEVER ACCEPT YOU' BASICALLY.

-maddie strapping danny to the table with a lazer pointed at him in a secret lab she keeps from vlad that she makes a point of saying is sound proof so he can scream all he wants...CHRIST. DANNYS POOR PYSCHE.

-also, not to feel bad for alternate vlad (because, he did lie to maddie saying jack blames her and never wants to see her again...) but. being married to a woman 20+ years and she immediately goes back to jack? if she didnt love vlad and feels like she had to hide shit from him, and says she wasted her best years with him, WHY MARRY HIM. it feels like leading him on!!! cannot believe im feeling bad for vlad, but. this alternate timeline vlad is significantly Less Horrible than Our Vlad. did she not think she'd get funding for her ghost stuff? (which, fair assumption since they're considered 'ghost fanatics/nuts in canon...but...) why did she think jack or vlad would be her ONLY OPTIONS? be like your sister. be single. Actually, this au could’ve been really interesting if after the accident, vlad lied to her and said jack never wanted to see her again, but she stays single. Imagine how much that would bug vlad… like, in her mind, it was never a competition it was jack or no one type situation…

-danny being like 'leave him ALONE' this jack is a HOMEWRECKER, DANNY. let them go to court and settle this at the least. ...or just throw vlad into the portal. (100% human, defenseless vlad) CHRIST, MADDIE THATS BRUTAL. THATS MURDER.

-danny seeing his mom immediately accepting him and his dad being half ghosts in this universe, if I was him this would be a great sign that his universe's maddie would also.

-*maddie voice* "clockwork will help!" *2 seconds later, with clockwork* "I will Not Help." TOUGH LOVE KING. YES LET DANNY SEE THE SODA HIMSELF AND DEVOLP BETTER OBSERVATION SKILLS.

-when clockwork ""reset time to the way it was"" just before danny "meddled"" ...did he really erase a whole alternate timeline? ...damn. because maddie and danny both called it an alternate timeline by name, it splitting when the college incident went different, so it wouldnt have really mattered if he reset it, right. like because danny's timeline is on a different stream? why didnt clockwork just. show danny a replay and not Reset That Timeline. wh...I wonder how many people that Erased From Existence. Anyway! once again stating clockwork is casually terrifying!

#danny phantom #dp thoughts #sanchoyorambles

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