#perhaps friendship and kidness make us what we are
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I honestly. Love the way that the phrase "friendship is magic" is approached in the mlp universe. Like it *literally is* just like conjuration or divination might be. It's the magic that controls the homeostasis of the universe at large, and is therefore arguably the most powerful and important whilst also being the most mundane. If the friendship and comraderia is at a high level, things that are a given constant stay. Well. Constant. If the animosity and hatred is too high those constants?? GO AWAY. magic isn't always as reliable, food stops growing, the weather is no longer controllable? Imagine if we had too many wars going on earth and suddenly things like that stopped happening. Friendship literally is what makes the ponies in mlp. Well. Magical. Without friendship they would be just like regular horses.
#im thinking about this#idk why#now im having a spiritual crisis over my little ponu#perhaps friendship and kidness make us what we are#after all didnt they discover that early homosapiens would heal the sick and tend to the elderly?#Doesnt our sense of universal comraderie keep us well?#I think I read once that memory issues arise and other cognitive functions decline when youre touch starved#dont quote me on that#but isnt that neat too? the magic of story?#I probably heard that somewhere#and that means somebody told it to me#without the friendship of wanting to share your knowledge we wouldnt learn nearly as much#wed only know. what we know.#loquacious leaves
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imagine being a kindergarten teacher who meets reid
maybe its thru JJ, maybe you've got Henry in your class, and she kindly, warmly strikes a friendship with you after Henry moves into 1st grade. and its a little unorthodox but jj and her husband are always willing to help out (when their schedules can allow) with school events and so yeah, you become friends.
and when jj introduces you to her friends/colleagues - there is of course a little bit of an intimidation factor (because hello...they are fbi) but penelope makes you feel so welcome (because of course she does. and you tell her your students would love her. and she offers to teach a tech class and youre like ok they're five but yes let's do it) and morgan shamelessly flirting, and emily being hot and intimidating and then there's reid, quiet, awkward, wont-shake-your-hand reid.
but there's something to it - a mutual nerdiness, perhaps, or how reid doesn't make you feel "stupid" just because you're an elementary school teacher and not a professor at a college (despite the fact that in many places you need a least a master's to teach).
imagine weeks later when you run into reid at the coffee shop. completely random. the sky is gray, uninteresting, and promising rain. he surprises you by remembering your name before there's a shy yet earnest quip when he says he's got an "eidetic memory." and you laugh warmly and spencer thinks its one of the best sounds he's heard all morning.
and it goes slowly from there, but it moves naturally, like a caterpillar forming its chrysalis
(when you tell reid this, somewhere after the 4 month mark since you've long stopped counting individual dates, he says; "did you know the word comes from the greek word 'khrusos' - which means gold - because of the gold color or metallic sheen of some pupae".
and in that moment, that singular moment, you admire the honey-gold tint of his eyes in the late afternoon sun spilling luminescence across the sidewalks and across shiny car windshields and think that you could already see the shape and color of whatever butterfly that was going to burst from its cocoon).
one time you refused to come over his apartment because "the kids used glitter today" and you didn't want to get it all over his place. so he came over instead, and you watched the iridescent sparkles swirl down the bathtub drain together.
imagine spencer reid laying his head in your lap, something heavy and unspoken between you, shaped in the spread of his fingers across your hips, in the erratic pulse of his heart pressing into your shins
the school doesn't celebrate Halloween, but they have an annual "trunk or treat" where people CAN dress up and trick-or-treat out of the trunks of their cars and spencer starts helping you, decorating the trunk with fake cobwebs, and skulls, and eventually diving into convoluted themes that you're not convinced kids aged 5-10 are totally going to get.
"it's jaws." he says, holding a shark head made of paper mache, "you know, the 1975 film? you said we couldn't do slasher horror movies because they're too gory for the kids but i'd argue that this movie stands alone as a great horror film with how Spielberg creates consistent tension throughout the whole film considering we don't see the shark until an hour and twenty-one minutes into the run time."
(the kids don't really get it, it's true. "sharks aren't monsters." they would say, or "sharks aren't scary." or "is this from Baby Shark?" but you and spencer have fun, passing out candy, sharing small looks to each other--so that makes it all worth it).
imagine something soft, sweet, something quiet shared over coffee with spencer. something gentle amidst all the chaos, the heartache, and stress of his day-to-day job.
"I don't know how you do it," you tell him, "seeing the worst of what the world has to offer day in and day out."
his long fingers stroke the underside of your jaw, "i don't know how you manage a room full of fifteen 5 and 6-year-olds." he pulls a face. "especially with the germs."
imagine bringing spencer lunch at the office - earning the knowing, sly looks from his friends and team, knowing you can't hide against a room full of profilers and knowing it doesn't really matter anyways.
:) ok that's all i got. <3
#i dont feel like writing a fic about this so have this instead#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x you#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid fluff
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Okay, so we all agree that Luke having to marry Mand’alor Din for political reasons is a quality au. What if Luke accidentally gets politically engaged to some other planetary leader instead?
Let’s say that perhaps his connection to Leia automatically made him a candidate for diplomatic marriage, especially after Leia and Han get married. Maybe it was a major clause in the funding for his Jedi school, but Luke didn’t really think they’d ever actually marry him off. For the sake of the au, let’s also disregard bits of TBOBF and Mando S3.
Luke’s been building his school on Ossus, Grogu is enjoying Jedi training, and there are a couple other students. And perhaps, Din actually becomes Mand’alor and retakes Mandalorian space. Maybe he visits the Jedi school pretty often to see his son and get away from politics.
Luke can really sympathize with having the weight of the universe and a glowing sword tossed at you with no warning. So maybe he and Din become friends after a while and maybe that friendship becomes something different. There start being blushes when someone gets pinned in a spar, falling asleep together on the couch after dinner, running around after the younglings constantly. Din visits as often as he can and has about made up his mind to just ask Luke if he would consider moving the Jedi school to Concordia so they’d at least be in the same star system most days, if not on the same planet.
That's when Luke gets an urgent holocall from Leia, informing him that he’s just been engaged to some bigwig princess as part of a treaty with a rich planet the New Republic has been courting. Luke is absolutely panicking to Din, going on about how the terms of the treaty basically forbid him from keeping his school. He’s looked at his funding agreement with the New Republic and he can’t get out of it without losing money unless he’s already married to someone.
And then Din thinks of the most beautiful solution to both of their problems. Everyone else thinks that they’re already a couple, as much as Din has denied it. Bo-Katan has been harassing him for months about spending so much time off-world to go see his little family. Mandalore could really use a trade agreement with the New Republic.
The next logical step is, of course, for Din to propose in the middle of Luke’s kitchen while his Jedi friend is struggling not to go into a dark spiral about losing his school funding. It's simple, really. They just have to get married right that moment, which would fix the school funding issue. Luke moves the school to the Mandalore system so Din can see him and the kids all the time without giving Bo-Katan a new gray streak. And Mandalore probably gets a trade agreement out of it. What’s not to like?
Luke is so stunned he accidentally pours the calming tea he was making directly onto the kitchen floor.
#dinluke#the mandalorian#text post#au#mand'alor din djarin#listen i love the aus where they meet for the first time already engaged#but think how funny this would be#din thinks the best form of flirting is showing how practical and good at problem solving you can be#he is an acts of service kind of guy#luke on the other hand has a major crush on din and up until that moment was pretty sure din was just tolerating him for grogu's sake
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Request for Anon (Yandere Vampire Felix) 3.8k, vampire, fangs, blood, bullying, physical assault, harassment, kidnapping, chains, yandere, possessive, smut, non-con, dub-con, fingering, groping, penetration, blood drinking, loss of virginity, cream pie (@starillusion13)
“Please welcome our new transfer student.”
You felt kind of bad for the new kid. Transferring schools was always difficult, but doing so your senior year seemed like the worst of it. At least it wasn’t in the middle of the year.
“Would you like to introduce yourself young man? And perhaps tell us something about yourself?”
The boy scoffed. “Lee Felix.”
“… okay then, please have a seat.”
You had to admit Felix was quiet good looking, but someone like that was way out of your league. To your surprise though he sat down right next to you. That was the weirdest choice considering you sat in the front, right in the middle nonetheless. There were plenty of other open seats around too, you knew that so it made this all the stranger. You peeked back just a bit, seeing the other students whispering and looking your way. You sat alone not entirely by choice. You didn’t really have friends, and as you knew many would rather avoid the front seats. You’re more likely to get picked on up there.
Felix was quiet throughout all the morning lessons, he wouldn’t even ask to see your books, but you shared anyway. When the bell rang the other students quickly shuffled out. You were always one of the last to leave, but Felix hadn’t moved at all. You told him it was lunch time, and asked if he knew where to go. He simply nodded and you left him to his own devices. You made it to the cafeteria and got your food, sitting down in your usual spot, all alone. You were eating peacefully when a tray was suddenly set down in front of you, and Felix sat down. Once again you were shocked, more so when he spoke to you.
“Why are you alone?”
“Huh?”
“In class and here, why do you sit alone?”
“Oh… uh… I’m the smart kid… and the teacher’s pet… no one wants to hang out with that kind of person… if you want to make friends I’d recommend you sit somewhere else.”
“I can be your friend.”
“… wa… what?”
“I don’t need to be part of the social groups here and have a lot of friends, just the one will do.”
“… why me…”
“You’re pretty.” Felix smiled. “And nice.”
You felt your face heating up, and you looked away. He asked if you were alright and you nodded. That’s how your friendship began. After that day Felix was more comfortable with you, speaking freely and revealing just how chatty he really was. You adored his smile, his face full of freckles, and how sweet he really was. Although now that he seemed more alive, he was getting attention from the rest of the class. So of course that meant girls and guys alike trying to strike up a conversation, but no one ever held his interest for long.
“Why are all those girls at our table?”
“Hm?”
You followed Felix’s gaze, seeing a bunch of your classmates sitting at your usual table. There was only one empty seat left, for Felix of course.
“You can go sit over there…”
“Why would I do that?” Felix chuckled, playfully nudging you. “Come on, another empty table over here.”
Unfortunately for you Felix wasn’t the only one getting attention. In the moments you’d find yourself alone some of your other classmates would confront you.
“Felix is way out of your league, you know that right?”
“I’m not trying to date him… we’re just friends…”
“Good. Speaking of, maybe you and I should be friends.”
“She doesn’t need other friends.” Felix came over to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Get lost.”
“Why can’t we be friends? All of us together-”
“If you really wanted to be her friend you would have been one already.”
“It’s a new year. Our last one-”
“Let’s go, y/n.”
Felix pulled you along and you returned to the classroom. He didn’t comment more on that whole scene and just asked about the homework, wanting to go over his notes with you. It was nice to have such a friend, and knowing that he chose you over and over again. Although you got nervous around homecoming. You had never gone before, and even before meeting Felix you had been telling yourself to go. It was your last chance to experience a high school dance, and even if you went alone you could at least say you went. Of course now that you had Felix there was a certain idea floating around your head, but you weren’t sure he’d be up for it. Not to mention he was constantly bombarded by invitations, but he turned them all down.
“Y/n…”
“Hm? What’s up?”
“About this homecoming dance.”
“What about it?”
“Do you want to go?”
“Uh… I’ve never been to one before, but given it’s my senior year I figured I should go, so yeah, I’ll be going.”
“Cool, cool… do you… you wanna go with me?”
“Are you… are you asking me to homecoming?”
“Yes.”
“I…”
“You don’t have to!” Felix blurted out. “We can go as friends, but if you wanna do the whole matching outfits and all that stuff, like… I’m down.”
“Felix.”
“Yeah?”
“I would love to go to homecoming with you.”
“Good, yeah… we should go shopping together… figure out what color looks best on you…”
“I’d like that very much.”
It felt like such a dream that you actually got asked to homecoming. It did mean some nasty glances were thrown your way once word spread Felix was going to homecoming with you, but you didn’t care. You were too happy to let anyone kill your mood. After school one day the two of you went out to find the perfect dress and matching suit. You felt like such a princess as you tried on dresses and Felix told you that you looked good in everything. When the big day came you were so nervous, but Felix told you he’d take care of everything and that you just had to enjoy yourself.
He wasn’t kidding about taking care of everything, as he came to pick you up in a limo, the two of you drinking non-alcoholic champagne and taking plenty of pictures together on a polaroid camera. Of course you drew attention upon arrival, but you were focused on Felix and the night ahead of you. He got you drinks and invited you out to dance, making this night unforgettable, but there was more to come. After a while of dancing Felix excused himself for a moment, and you used that time to go to the restroom to freshen up. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a while, admiring your beauty.
“Look who’s here.”
A group of girls had entered the restroom as well, looking you up and down. You ignored them and made your way to the door but some others blocked your way.
“Please step aside.”
“So you came with Felix, huh?”
“He asked me.”
“That must have made you so happy.”
“Of course. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
“It’s wrong for someone like him to be with you.”
“Whatever. Now move.”
“Bitch!”
You were shoved to the ground, and then you felt some liquid being poured onto you by some of the girls. When you got your bearings you realized they had spilled punch all over you, ruining your dress. Tears stung your eyes but you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. You got up and pushed your way out of the restroom, running out of the gym and into the halls, needing a place to hide. The girls followed you though, telling you to pose for the picture and to stop running. You didn’t listen, although you wound up tripping over your dress and tumbling to the floor. You had cut the palm of your hand, holding it close to your chest as the other girls caught up to you.
“Come on, smile for the camera.”
“What the hell are you doing!”
Felix had stumbled upon the scene, glaring daggers at everyone around. The girls tried to explain themselves but he wasn’t having it, telling them all to leave. His voice was deep, and to a degree terrifying, so they all ran off. Once they were gone Felix focused his attention on you, taking in your distress form, then he realized you were bleeding. He gently grabbed your hand, looking at the blood.
“I’m fine… just a scra-”
Felix suddenly pulled your hand close and licked your wound, catching you off guard. You stared at him, not sure why he would do such a thing. Then he glanced up at you, lips stained red and you swear his eyes were glowing a matching crimson color.
“Felix…”
The boy opened his mouth, and you saw something like fangs before you felt a sting. Felix was on your wrist, holding your arm tight. Besides the prick you began to feel funny, a warm and pleasurable starting to spread across your body. A dopey smile began to appear on your face, your body relaxing as well. The edges of your vision were going black but you didn’t care, whatever this feeling was, you didn’t want it to end. Still, you were slipping into the darkness, feeling your head fall back and then there was nothing.
🖤
“Hm…”
As you began to regain consciousness you could feel this heaviness on your body. You were weak and could barely move, but you were alive. When you opened your eyes there was darkness with a little bit of light, and it took you a moment to adjust. You were in a small room, and as you tried to move you heard the sounds of metal. You looked down to see your hands cuffed together, the chains leading into the dark. Panic was starting to build, and when you heard a voice you yelled.
“I’m sorry…”
“… fa… Felix?”
“I didn’t mean for things to end up like this… but I can’t let my secret get exposed…”
You somehow managed the strength to sit up, finding a wall to lean against. While moving you winced, looking down at your wrist to see it was bandaged up. You carefully peeked under it, seeing two puncture wounds. The shadows around you moved and you noticed Felix sitting on the other side of the room, by a boarded up window. From what you could see he looked like his usual self, no glowing eyes this time, but given the evidence you had you figured you could make an educated guess.
“You’re a vampire.”
“… yeah…”
“That’s cool.”
“What?” Felix looked over at you. “You’re not scared or something?”
“Not really… I’ve known you for a while now… it explains why you didn’t join the social crowd… and why you’re friends with me… I’m shy and quiet…” You pulled your legs up, feeling a bit cold. “You know… I’ll keep your secret.”
“You will?”
“Not like I have other friends to tell… this is really just me learning something new about you… besides, it’ll be our secret… I like that…”
“You promise you won’t tell anyone?”
“I promise.”
From then on you grew closer, truly becoming best friends. You wanted to know more about Felix and the vampire world, and he was more than happy to tell you all about it. You felt so small hearing about what else was out there, and yet so full of wonder as to what was actually possible. Of course this also caused changes between you too. You knew Felix would never ask so one day you offered him your wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“You must be hungry… and I don’t want you to be going around hungry.”
“I bring blood bags with me.”
“Is that where you disappear too?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, if you ever want my blood, just ask.”
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t mind. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”
Eventually Felix took you up on your offer, the two of you sneaking off during lunch so he could have a quick bite. It really brought some color to his skin, and you quite like the buzz it gave you. That’s how you were for the rest of the year, closer than anyone would ever know. When talks of college came up Felix suggested going to the same place, and you loved the idea. Come graduation you were both together to celebrate your achievements and the beginning of the next chapter of your lives. A journey you’d be taking on together.
🖤
University life was a whole other world. You didn’t have to fit in with a certain crowd and could just be yourself. That type of atmosphere, and having a friend like Felix by your side made you feel more relaxed. Of course you and Felix were studying different things, but you made sure to always share at least one class together. You’d hang out in between class, and after, so you maintained your close relationship. Although you couldn’t deny that Felix had been acting differently around you lately. It had been going on for a while, but now that you were actually at Uni it was a bigger deal.
“Where are you going?”
“To the library. I have a group study-”
“I’ll come with you.”
“We have this project going on, we shouldn’t have distractions.”
“Are you saying I’d distract you?”
“Of course. With that pretty face of yours we wouldn’t get any work done.”
Felix tsked. “Then I’ll wait for you, nearby.”
“Alright.”
Felix smiled and hooked your arm with his, the two of you walking together. He hung around outside your study room, waiting around like he said he would. As soon as the session was over Felix quickly pulled you away from the group, not even greeting anyone when they tried to talk to him.
“Felix-”
“I want a bite.”
“You’re lucky I’m done for the day.”
“Exactly.”
You went up to the rooftops, sneaking around security. The sun was setting and everything looked so beautiful. Before you could make a comment Felix snuck up from behind and sunk his fangs into your neck. You threw your head back, your mouth hanging open. By now you couldn’t deny how good it felt when he fed off you. He had told you it was the pheromones from his bite, which made sense. Although you had nothing to compare this feeling to. Felix took in a deep breath once he pulled away, holding you up in his arms. He gently sat you down by the entrance way, rummaging around his bag for some bandages and sugary treats.
“Felix…”
“Yes my pretty?”
“You… you wanna go… to a party…”
“What?”
“I got… invited…”
“When? By who?”
“My classmates… we should-”
“No.”
“Huh?”
“Why would we go to some party?”
“To have fun…”
“Y/n-”
“This isn’t high school anymore… I wanna come out of my shell…I-”
“I said no.”
“Why…”
“You don’t need to come out of your shell and socialize, you have me.”
“Felix-”
“I said no!”
Felix was on your neck again, and you could tell his bite went deeper this time. Despite the pleasurable feeling you had, you stayed alert, trying to get Felix off you. He was stronger than you, and by feeding off you again he was making you weak. You kept trying but he didn’t stop until your vision was mostly faded. He held your face in his hands, and you could vaguely make out his bloody face before everything went dark.
“You’re mine, only mine.”
🖤
You groaned as you regained consciousness. It took a bit to get your sight back, and when you did you were relieved to find yourself in your dorm room. You stayed at one of the co-ed dorms on campus, Felix as your roommate. You slowly sat up, grabbing your neck. Felix had never drank so much from you before, or bitten you so deeply. While you were waking up you heard some footsteps, and then Felix came into your room.
“You’re up.”
“Felix… can we talk…”
“About what?”
“You… I feel weird…”
“Sorry, I drank more than I should have… it’s just hard to resist your blood sometimes.”
“Huh?”
“The blood of a virgin has an extra sweet taste to it… but I have wanted to change that.”
“What does that mean?”
“I really can’t let anyone else have you…”
“Felix…”
He gently pet your head, a soft smile on his lips. You were still kinda out of it, and he was well aware. Next thing you knew he laid you back down and was crawling on top of you.
“Felix…”
“Sh, don’t tell me you’ve never thought about this, about us.”
“Us…”
“For over a year now it’s just been you and me, yet don’t you think we’re more.”
“…”
“Let’s make it official and be more.”
“Felix…”
He cut you off as he pressed his lips against yours. You had never kissed anyone before, and even though the situation was questionable you couldn’t help but kiss back. For a while now you had feelings for Felix, but you had no idea how to say them out loud. You feared rejection, after all, he treated you like a friend and you weren’t sure he felt the same. Now that you were here it seemed you were wrong about him. Although it didn’t change the circumstances.
“Felix…”
“Sh, I got you.”
Felix caressed your cheek for a moment before reaching over to pull off your shirt. You tried to cover yourself, feeling shy, but he pinned your arms above your head.
“I want to see everything.”
He pushed up your bra and exposed your breasts, taking them into his hands and massaging them gently. His touch felt nice against your skin. Even if he was cold to the touch you had to admit there was a warmth to his hands in the moment. After a while his hands trailed down your body, getting you out of your pants as he took one of your breasts into his mouth. You were partially afraid he’d bite you, but it was all lip and tongue action. Soon enough he tugged down your pants, his fingers running along your panties. You tried to move away but he put a hand on your chest, keeping you still.
“Don’t be afraid. This is going to feel amazing.”
“Wait… wait a second…”
“I’ve waited long enough, haven’t you?”
“Felix…”
He certainly wasn’t listening to you, caught up in his own world. He teased you for a while before moving your panties aside. His cold fingers against your sensitive folds made you shiver. These were all new sensations to you. Even in the shower you had been too scared to reach down and touch yourself, yet you had total trust in Felix right now. He only gave you a moment before he pushed a finger inside you. It was such a strange intrusion, but a second later it no longer felt weird, but nice.
Felix had been watching your face intently, making sure he wasn’t hurting you. Satisfied with your reaction he added a second finger, then a third, wanting to prep you well. He was already aching to feel your insides, having been dreaming of this moment for so long. Once he felt you were ready he undressed himself, pushing your legs apart. You looked over at Felix, noticing the red glow in his eyes. That rarely happened but it was such a sight to see. He crawled up towards you, making you feel like prey. You only caught a glimpse of his fangs before they were buried in your neck.
The tingling sensation of his bite shot throughout your whole body, and then it all changed. You felt something poking you between your legs, then you felt it stretching you open. You cried out, arms wrapping around Felix to hold onto. It was like being torn apart, but in a good way. You were experiencing something completely new, and it felt incredible. Once Felix had gotten every inch inside he began to move, rocking you back and forth. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth hanging open in silent cries. Felix didn’t let up on the bite either, two pleasurable feelings mixing together to create something new.
It was all new for Felix too. Moreso as he did all this while drinking from you. The initial bite flooded his mouth with a sweet familiar taste, and then it began to taste. It became sweet in a different way, similar to how wine gets better with age. His bite went deeper as he wanted more, but hearing your cries pulled him back to reality. He could only drink so much, especially in this situation before causing you to pass out, and he wanted you conscious for this. So he shifted his focus to his movements, wanting to feel every bit of you, and watch you experience a joy only he could give you.
“Felix… fuck… fuck…”
“You’re doing so good, baby.”
“Hm… good…”
Felix wasn’t sure he ever had control once you were naked before him. He wasn’t rough, but his movements were still rough and consistent. That is until you reached your climax. You cried out Felix’s name, bunching up the bed sheet in your hands. Felix had to stop for a moment, taking in how you squeeze him so nicely, not wanting to let go. Yet he had to keep going to reach his own high and take advantage of your sensitive state. Soon enough you felt something warm between your legs, a ditzy smile on your lips. You could barely keep your eyes opened but you managed to cup Felix’s cheek. He grabbed your hand, placing a gentle kiss on it.
“You okay?”
“Hm… you…”
“That was incredible.”
“… yeah…”
“You did great.” Felix kissed your head. “You can rest now.”
“Hm… don’t… don’t go…”
“I won’t, I’m right here. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”
🖤
It was always Felix that did things to change your relationship, and this wasn’t any different. You partially regained consciousness a while later, waking up in the bathtub with Felix. You were cuddled up in his arms, resting in the warm water.
“Felix…”
“Hm, you awake?”
“A lil…”
“Sh, it’s okay, you can go back to sleep.”
“This is nice.”
“Only the best for you, you’re mine after.”
“Yeah…”
“Always.”
“We should… do it again…”
“Yeah? You want to?”
“Hm… and the bite…”
“Ah, if you want to do that you’re gonna have to wait. I took more than I should have today.”
“It’s okay… was… good…”
“I’m happy to hear. Now you’re fully mine, no one else can have you.” Felix kissed your cheek. “Promise?”
“I promise…”
#stray kids#felix#lee felix#lee yongbok#skz#stray kids au#skz au#stray kids scenarios#stray kids imagine#skz scenarios#skz imagines#stray kids yandere#skz yandere#bang chan#lee know#changbin#hyunjin#han#seungmin#i.n#request
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karma! (begin again part 3)
a/n: last part maybe??? idk... anyway here's song inspo
-> oscar piastri x female!reader, ex!carlos sainz x reader, reader doesn't have a faceclaim
warnings: for plot's sake let's just pretend the mclaren in the earlier part of the season wasn't garbage... major irl divergence ig, logan being soooo america luver, logan being a great wingman :), more plot than being a smau... be forwarned, lily erasure... i'm so sorry i love her, all pics frm pinterest
part one, part two
masterlist
"Are you sure you don't want to walk in with me?" Oscar asks you. Again. It's the weekend of the Miami Grand Prix, after the break following the Azerbaijan race. Oscar seems to be excited to get back on track, especially with you accompanying him to the race.
"Oscar," you begin.
"Yes?" he gives you a cheeky smile.
"If you ask me one more time I think I might just smack you."
"Noted." Oscar barely has time to respond before Logan is bursting through the doors of the hotel room.
"Home race baby!!!" Logan announces, plopping himself onto Oscar's unmade bed.
"You seem to be..." You take a moment to find the words, "jubilant."
"Hell yeah!" he smiles, "red white and blue baby!"
Oscar simply gives him a brief glance with a quirked eyebrow over his shoulder. "Whatever. Let's get some lunch," Oscar grabs the keycard from the bedside table and opens the door for you, "ladies first."
"What a gentleman," you tease as Logan follows closely behind you, "what're we eating?"
"Burger," Logan states. There isn't any debate from you or Oscar, "but please don't tell my trainer..."
As the three of you approach the restaurant, Logan insists that you sit with Oscar, which is odd as he typically likes to sit next to you. Oscar told you that he had come clean to Logan about the whole fake-dating situation, and apparently, Logan had taken it quite well, and was completely on-board with the whole "get revenge against Carlos!!" campaign.
The three of you eat in a relative, comfortable silence. It's something that comes after so many years of friendship.
"We better head to the paddock now." Oscar states, slapping his hands on his knees.
"Roger that. See y'all on the paddock." Logan waves, making his way out.
"Wait... how's he gonna get there? Didn't he come with us..?" You make a perplexed face at Oscar, eyebrows furrowing with concern.
"Ah, it's fine," Oscar waves your concerns off, "don't worry yourself about him, love." For some reason, despite you swearing that you and Oscar's relationship was purely platonic, the pet name he'd used for you set ablaze a slow, yet surely burning flame in your stomach. Nevertheless, you just ignore your feelings, because the two of you are just friends, right?
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"Seriously? Are you kidding me?" your outrage is apparent from the tone in your voice.
"I'm sorry ma'am. If your pass doesn't work, I can't let you in." The security guard gave you a pitiful, close lipped smile.
"Okay then, that's fine." Perhaps a little too passive aggressively. Yes, you were frustrated. But then again, at least he's doing his job properly? You pulled out your phone from your bag, and dialled Oscar's number. Almost immediately, after 2 rings, he picks up the call. "Hey, what's up?"
"They aren't letting me in. I think there's something wrong with the pass." You informed him, and you can hear a little shuffling from his end.
"I'm on my way."
You let out a silent sigh of relief when you see Oscar's familar figure approaching the security guard. "Hey mate, I think there's been a misunderstanding. She's with me." Before the guard can even respond to Oscar, he gently grabs your hand, interlocks your fingers with yours, and taps his pass on the reader to let you into the paddock. As soon as the two of you step into the paddock, you hear the unmistakable click of cameras flashing. Fuck.
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Carlos is fuming.
He swears that he's about to combust.
He was having a... decent day.
He was starting at P3, which was somewhat decent. Could've been better, could've been worse.
Then, he's scrolling through Instagram in his driver room, and the post he sees makes his stomach drop.
How could you move on so quickly?
Not only that, but shove it in his face too by coming to the paddock?
It'd been short of 2 months since the two of you split. Yeah, maybe he'd moved on himself, but it wasn't the same. He'd been seeing the girl for something like 5 months now. Nevertheless, how could you have moved on so quickly? His mind was racing.
It feels like salt in the wound when he sees the TV stream pane to you in the McLaren garage. Y/N Y/L/N, Oscar Piastri's partner. He feels rage churn in his stomach, how could Oscar steal what was his? But he no longer has time to muse. It's time to race.
"It's lights out and away we go at the Miami Grand Prix!" Crofty's voice filled the garage, the raw enthusiasm and passion in his voice made apparent from the volume of his voice.
"Carlos Sainz gets off to a poor start!" Martin Brundle exclaims, a hint of a wince in his voice for what could've been, "Oscar Piastri, on the other hand, is absolutely flying! The rookie gets off to an excellent start, overtaking everyone, climbing to the 6th position! Ahead of him is Carlos Sainz, with the gap between them being 5 seconds."
Everything is relatively peaceful, up until lap 15. Max has worked himself up to the first position, and really, is anyone shocked? However, the gap between Carlos and Oscar becomes smaller and smaller, and truthfully, you're kind of nervous for the inevitable.
"And-" Crofty begins, "Oof!" Crofty and Brundle both wince at the same time. Audibly, there's a loud screech from Mark Webber in the background. "Oscar Piastri attempts to take the inside line but Carlos Sainz doesn't relent! And Sainz pushes Piastri into the gravel, and Piastri spins off the track into the barrier! That looks like race over for Piastri. The race stewards are now investigating the incident."
"Are you ******* kidding me?" Oscar scoffs, bewilderment apparent in his voice through the radio.
"What is this idiot trying to do?" Carlos yells over the radio, accent thick and upset.
Crofty's voice is drowned out by the sheer panic that you feel. Is Oscar okay? You attempt to ask the McLaren pit crew, but all of them seem too preoccupied with the recent news of the collision, and they look to be equally as preturbed as you. However, in a moment of pure relief, you see Oscar climbing out of the car, seeming unharmed. He gets into the Medical Car, presumably on the way back to the garage. A Safety Car is called to the rest of the remaining drivers. "And that is a 5 second penalty to Sainz, presumably served in the pits if Ferarri makes a good call." Brundle states, with a hint of sass in his voice. Obviously, he was quite tired of Ferarri's shennanigans.
You hold your breath as the Medical Car approaches the McLaren garage. Oscar climbs out, looking relatively unharmed. Only angry. He storms into the garage, rapidly approaching your direction. He grabs your arm and drags you into his Driver's Room.
"Oscar-" your worry is drowned out when he slams the door of his Driver's Room and presses his lips onto yours. The kiss is sudden. Rough. Angry, even. But Oscar's always been cool. Calm, even. But there's nothing cool or calm about this kiss. It's filled with fire and passion. It makes you flush and blood flows to your cheeks. When the two of you part, you're both breathing heavily, and he pulls you into his chest. His arms are warm and he swears that he was made to hold you. He drags you onto the sofa, and instinctively, you crave the warmth of his body and curl into his side, peering up at him, quite shyly.
"Hit your head too hard?" You tease, stroking his face gently with your fingers.
"If anything, it only brought me to my senses," He strokes your hair, making you croon with satisfaction. The tone of the room begins to shift, "You were made for me, you know that?"
You say nothing in retaliation. You're speechless, but not in a bad way.
"When I spun out, I thought of you. Who takes care of Y/N if I get hurt?" Oscar muses, peering down at you lovingly.
"Hmm... I think Logan wouldn't mind filling your shoes...." You tease.
"Hey, I'll kick you out." Oscar retaliates, but begins talking seriously again, "Every day, I wake up, and my first thought is you."
"Did you crash into Carlos as revenge for me?" You chuckle.
"Hey, if anything, he crashed into me. I swear, he has a vendetta against me. But just so you know, I'd go down defending your honour."
"So cheesy," you hum, running your fingers through the short strands of his hair, "If anything, I'd be mad too. You pried his girl from his hands and made her heart yours."
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If skz wrote a song for their s/o
Pairing: ot8 skz × gn!reader (individually)
Description: Stray Kids write a song for their s/o, inspired by their actual songs and respective lyricists
Genre: Fluff and maybe a little bit of angst (couple fights, low self-esteem and fear of rejection are mentioned)
A/n: Kinda of unexpected of me to post something like that since I only write short scenarios but! i felt like doing something like this, hope you guys can enjoy
Chan - youtiful
You know whenever there is a chance I'll tell you that you are amazing as you are; Cause when you give me a glance I'm sure that I see the universe in your eyes
He knows how hard insecurities can get and he would hate to see you doubting yourself. He wrote this song with you in mind, hoping it would help you to feel more confident and see your worth.
Lee Know - Waiting For Us
Cause I'm right here waiting for us; At times I was afraid; I didn't think you'd ever come again; So I'll tighly hold your hand; No matter what moment comes; I won't let you go
He probably wrote this one after an argument and he is sure he never wants to fight with you ever again. You are the love of his life and he wants to be with you no matter what and no matter when. This would also be his comfort song whenever he was in tour and far away.
Changbin - Sorry, I Love You
I know I’ll regret, so I end this; I know I’ll regret, so I decide to express my feelings; I want to be more than just friends; I like you too much; Sorry that I like you so much, I'm sorry; I tried to hide my feelings but I guess it was too obvious
He wrote this right before he confessed. He was so sure you didn't like him back?? Up to him, he'd never say anything about his feelings 'cause he didn't want to ruin the friendship. But you are too beautiful to be just friends and he needed to tell you everything. Even though the scenario of the song is pessimistic, it encourages him to confess.
Hyunjin - Hoodie Season
Hey baby, I'll make you my lover ey; When you feel the winter wind in autumn; Ooh ah, ooh ah will you hug me warmly; Fallen leaves, like fallen leaves; We gon' fall in love
And they fell in a love in a spring autumn day. Even though this part of the lyrics talks directly to you, this song is not exactly about you, it's about what you make him feel. A hopeless romantic, he was born to love but he also expects to be loved and you make him feel this way. You are like the hoodie that protects him from the cold wind and makes him feel warm.
Han - MIXTAPE: OH
When my hands touch you; We take each other's breath away; At each other's gaze the feeling we've never felt before; This has no explanation; I know it's nothing ordinary; Makes me want more
This one would be written before you guys got into a relationship and he would be so confused. Did you want the same as him? That was just attraction or perhaps something more? This song was basically a brainstorming, trying to figure out the whole situation as it was something new to him.
Felix - WOW
You who's different, curious of you; Your vibe which has changed, curious of you; My feelings that I cannot name, mysterious of you; your gaze when you're staring at me; Let me say wow
He wrote this one in his delulu era i'm 100% sure. You would look at him for a second and he would be speechless. He would spend the whole day thinking about you and wondering if you felt the same, trying to read all the possible signs, even writing about it.
Seungmin - my universe
So close yet so far, your and my world; I will always find you till the end always; Even if I fall behind, I will follow you; My universe
He knows the idol life is hard to keep up with, but still you were there for him in all those hard moments and he is so, so grateful for that! If he believes in afterlife, he is sure he will find you in his next life. That's how it is: you guys are meant to be.
I.N - #LoveSTAY
I will never make you lonely; you'll always be beside me; Someday I'll get exhausted and cry; Fall down and feel pain again; it doesn't matter once again; I can endure it by looking at you; Cause I love you
Yes, it is about Stay. But I.N can't help but think about you in some verses. He considers himself so so lucky to have you: you were there in his worst moments and you made ordinary days become the best moments of his life. You are his medicine and he hopes he can be the same to you
#bonus to Seungmin and felix cause i love those two songs the most#and youtiful because i cried!!#skz fluff#stray kids fluff#stray kids soft hours#stray kids soft thoughts#skz#skz x reader#skz x you#stray kids#stray kids x reader#skz fanfic#stray kids fanfic#skz au#stray kids au#skz angst#skz drabbles#stray kids drabbles#chan#bang chan#lee minho#lee know#changbin#hyunjin#han#han jisung#felix#Seungmin#i.n#celi headcanons
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J. Hughes - As Sure As It Gets
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Jack Hughes x Reader
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Word Count: 4.6k
Warning(s): none? Angst? Miscommunication?
This was proofread once and written during a nasty headache.
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“Jack, you’re my best friend.. and I know that..” I had to pause to find the right words. Jack was home for the summer. Home with his family, and I stupidly thought I couldn’t hide my feelings any longer.
“Your best friend?” Jack smirked, leaning into my side, where he’d been for the past hour, binging comedy sitcoms with me. He was practically laying on me, but I never minded. Jack was always a space invader. The best kind, in my opinion. Cuddly and gentle.
“Yeah.” My heart hurt to hear the excitement in his tone when he repeated my words. Maybe best friends was all he wanted to be.
“What’s up?” Jack pressed on, knowing by the tone in my voice that there was more.
“Jack-“ I sighed, glancing down at my lap, where I had been playing with Jack’s hands, occasionally running my fingers over the bracelet I made for him a week ago. The one he never took off. Because it was a symbol of our friendship.
When I didn’t continue, Jack gently moved one of his hands from my own to rest on my thigh.
“I’m listening.”
“Did you ever think about us.. as maybe more than friends?” I knew he had when we were little. Because when we were little, Jack was obsessed with me. Always running across the street with dandelions or flowers from his mother’s garden to knock on my door and give them to me. I used to love the flowers, but Jack had to stop that eventually when Ellen’s plants kept dying. At one point, little Jack, as mischievous as he was, stole his mother’s wedding band to propose to me. Granted we were only kids, and those feelings meant nothing, because they weren’t romantic. But Jack used to think I was the prettiest girl in the room.
“What?” Jack giggled, and I was too caught up in the fact that he was laughing to acknowledge the nervous sound in his voice. “No. Why? We’re best friends.” Jack squeezed my thigh. “Silly.”
Silly. Just like my delusional hope that he felt the same way. My heart shattered. Tears sprung to my eyes, but I tried my best to wipe them away without disturbing the boy pressed into my side. I stared down the tv, as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. Jack and I never bothered to look at one another. But at one point I did notice the way his hand raised to his face. No doubt biting one of his nails, which was a nervous habit he had. Had I made him uncomfortable?
When I got the confidence to speak again, I carefully rubbed a hand through his hair to gain his attention. My eyes were no doubt red from holding back tears, but in the dark, Jack would have been none the wiser. He tilted his head back to look at me.
“Yeah?”
“I should get going..” I was slow to slip out from beneath him. Jack’s lips immediately pulled into a frown. I never left the Hughes house this early.
“You have to stay. The episode’s not even over.”
“Sorry, Jack. I’m just too tired. Ask Lu to watch it with you.”
“Lukey’s boring.” Jack’s small whine of complaint would have been amusing if not for the pulsing pain in my chest. I forced out a laugh nonetheless and started to make my way over to the door. It was only then that Jack completely sat up and stared me down, a sad look in his eyes that I didn’t completely understand. I slipped my shoes on and eyed him in the silence.
“You’re really leaving?”
“Yes, Jack.”
“But we were gonna do milkshakes.” The disappointment in his tone frustrated me. The last thing I wanted to do was be around him.
“We’ll do ‘em some other time, Jack.” I sighed, shaking my head and grabbing my purse. A few tears finally slipped down my cheeks.
“Did I do something?” I heard Jack stand up, and I immediately reached for the door, opening it.
“No.. no Jack. Goodnight.”
Perhaps it was a harsh way to leave him. We hadn’t spoken for a week. An insufferably long week. I pushed him aside when he asked about hanging out. I told him I wasnt home when he asked to come over. I told him I didn’t have time when he offered to take me out. And each time he texted, I’d cry. I’d remember how he wanted nothing more than a friendship, and my heart would break all over again.
“He can have anybody. I should have known it was just in my head.” Eventually the sadness became overshadowed by anger. Frustration in myself for ever letting my feelings get as far as they had.
“I could have sworn he had a thing for you.” Madison muttered as she leaned against the cafe table we were seated at. The one I took Jack to frequently before I decided to ignore his existence.
“Apparently not.” I snapped softly. “He’s just like that.. that’s just the way Jack is. He’s touchy and sweet- and cuddly, and he probably did the same thing with Ty before he left.” My voice could barely balance itself, overwhelmed with emotion as I felt tears well up in my eyes. What hurt the most was knowing Jack probably wasn’t even phased by the fact that we weren’t talking much, or seeing each other. He probably just assumed everything was fine. This was one of those things I couldn’t see Jack about. I couldn’t cry on his shoulder about a broken heart, because he was the one who broke it. And he didn’t even know.
“Maybe you just need to find another guy. I mean, you’ve never known anybody as deeply as you knew Jack. Maybe a contender might help. And you have shit to look forward to! Like your birthday coming up! Did you make plans?”
“Not really…”
“We should do something!”
“I don’t know.”
“We could go out for drinks and get you laid. I think that’s a flawless plan.”
“What about Jack?”
“Think of it as the beginning of you forgetting about him.”
“I’ll think about it.” I wouldn’t. I knew for a fact the Hughes would want to do something, and as hard as it was to think about Jack, I’d still rather spend my night with a family who cared about me, than a man looking to get lucky.
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“Hey, mom?”
Ellen smiled at the sound of her son’s voice. Filling that silence she grew used to over the years of her boys being gone. She looked up from the magazine in her hands, taking in the usual disheveled appearance of her middle child. She wasn’t oblivious to the change in his behaviors as of recent, but seeing as he wasn’t going to be an open book about it, she never asked more than once.
“What’s up?”
“Can I talk to you, just real quick?”
“Yeah, hun. What’s-“
“It has to be fast. I’m up to play Quinn in ping pong next.” Ellen smiled at her son. He always thought he was slick, finding excuses to make their emotional conversations brief. To act like whatever was on his mind, wasn’t truly that bothersome.
“Pop a squat sweet pea.” Jack quickly plopped down in the deck chair across from Ellen. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed, leaning back and getting comfortable. Too comfortable for the supposed “short” conversation they were going to have. “What’s going on?”
“Do you know..” Jack’s hands fell into his lap, fidgeting with them aimlessly. “How to apologize for something.. when you don’t know what you did wrong?”
Ellen’s brow furrowed, and she closed the magazine in her hands.
“Who’s mad at you?”
“Uh.. nobody. I was just- asking.”
“Is it one of your brothers?”
“No.. it’s just- the other night, at the house when I had-“
“Did you upset her? What did you say?”
Ellen knew it was me before he even said my name.
“I didn’t say anything.” Jack brought his hand up to his face, resting his cheek on his fist and propping his elbow up on the arm of the chair. “She asked me if I ever thought of us as more than friends.”
“What’s wrong with that? You like her, don’t you?” Jack shrugged, a deep frown tugging at the corners of his quivering lips. “Honey, what’s wrong?” Ellen cooed, slowly leaning forward.
“I told her no.”
“What?” She set her magazine aside. “Why?”
“Because she’ll end up hating me!” Jack began to wipe at the tears forming in his eyes. Ellen stared him down in disbelief.
“How many years have you guys been friends? She’s put up with you this long.”
“But it’s different.. if we get into a relationship and she decides she hates me, it’ll ruin our friendship.” Jack choked on a breath of air and sighed. “She’s my best friend, mom. What if I ruin it?” Ellen slowly stood up and closed the short distance between herself and her son. She reached out to him, and sighed when Jack fell forward, his forehead pressed into her stomach as his arms wrapped around her legs.
“Sometimes I wish you’d just tell me these things before you work yourself up this much over them.” Ellen whispered as she ran one of her hands through Jack’s hair. “Jack, I don’t think you could possibly ruin anything between you two. I raised you to be a kind and respectful person. You’ve never hurt a girl before, have you?” He shook his head, a quiet sniffle catching the attention of his mother, who moved the hand rubbing his back to carefully guide his head away from her body. She tilted his chin upwards. “And even if something happens and you two decide to stay friends, I doubt she’ll just walk away.”
“She won’t spend time with me now.” Jack whispered, trying to stop himself from breathing as hard as he was, while his mother wiped the tears from his cheeks.
“Because she’s hurt, Jack.”
“‘Cause I hurt her.” Ellen could see the tears forming again.
“You can fix it honey, I promise. It’s not too late to figure it out.”
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“It’s refreshing to get out of the house. Jack’s been such a let down lately.” Quinn griped as he turned down the next street. I didn’t know why I turned Madison down to go out. I dreaded seeing Jack, but spending the day with Quinn helped me ease into the idea of spending an evening around him.
“Thanks for the birthday celebration today.” I spoke with a small smile.
“No problem. I enjoyed it. Especially that cake you dropped.”
“I didn’t drop it!”
“Yes you did! You’re lucky the thing had a lid, or we would have been eating cake off the concrete.”
“Bold of you to assume I was eating concrete cake.”
“You like the gift though, yeah?” Quinn swiftly switched the conversation on me, and I chuckled softly.
“It’s perfect, considering I’ve only been asking for Canucks gear for a year now.” I teased, tugging at the sides of the Canucks beanie I wore on my head.
“I’ll take it back.” Quinn threatened as he pulled into the driveway of the Hughes’ household. My gaze drifted to the house, and my smile slowly faltered.
“Mom’s been cooking all day. She even got our dad to help.” Quinn turned the car off and quickly climbed out. I hesitated, and he must have taken that as a hint, seeing as he opened the door for me when he got around to my side. I had no choice but to slip out of the car and follow him to the front door. I could smell the food the second Quinn pulled the door open. We both inhaled at the same time, an excited look taking over Quinn’s features. His usual dark and brooding demeanor completely gone.
“Mom! I got her!” Quinn called, and I gently shoved his shoulder.
“I’m not a package.” I scolded.
“Trust me, I know. Nobody would pay for you.”
“Hey! Don’t be mean!” Luke piped up as soon as he stepped into the entryway to greet us. “I’d pay for you.” I assumed Luke was trying to be kind, but it hadn’t come out the way he wanted it to, which left us three laughing softly.
“Glad to know. At least I’d have one supporter if my first profession doesn’t work out.” I held my arms out, and Luke was quick to hug me.
“That’s nasty.” Quinn commented, seeing as I put a visual in his head that he certainly didn’t want. “Go talk to Jack about that.” It was a thoughtless quip. One he knew better than to speak after his mother informed him of the situation, but one he hadn’t thought twice about saying because he said similar things all the time. I cringed, and Luke gave me an extra squeeze. I had no clue that either of these boys knew of my situation with Jack. When Luke pulled away, Ellen was standing in the doorway waiting for her turn. We lunged at each other the second we made eye contact, Ellen pulling me into one of the tightest hugs I’d ever received.
“Oh how I missed you!” She laughed softly. “Jim did too, believe it or not.” It was my turn to laugh.
“Where’s he at?” I questioned as we pulled apart.
“In the kitchen with Jack.” My heart sank. I hadn’t been as prepared as I thought I was. “Come on!” Ellen grabbed my hand and led me off down the hall. I drew in a deep breath, soothed by the smell of her cooking, and quickly stressed by the sight of Jack when I stepped into the kitchen with the woman.
“Hey! Birthday girl’s finally here!” Jim shouted, abandoning the pan on the stove to hug me. I laughed at his excitement.
“Jim! I told you to stir that!” Ellen left my side to rush toward the pan. Jim pulled away from me to look back at his wife.
“I just wanted to say hi.”
“I got it, now.” Ellen waved him off, and I found myself giggling at them before my gaze trailed toward Jack, seated at the table with a hopeful smile on his face.
“Hey!” I had to remind myself that he hadn’t really been affected by my confession. That the joy in his tone was from the fact that this was the first time we’d seen each other in a good week and a half. I couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Jack’s hope was merely a cover for how worried he was that our friendship was already falling apart. He was trying to look excited while mentally he berated himself over missing his chance with me.
“Hey, J.” I prayed for a distraction, and thankfully it presented itself when Luke came rushing into the room to grab my arm.
“You have to pick our movie tonight.”
“It’s my turn!” Quinn shouted from the living room.
Jim scoffed and leaned against the counter.
“Quinn and I will compromise on something. We’ve spent the whole day together, I practically know him like the back of my hand now.” I joked softly. “Go tell your brother to calm down.” Luke nodded and slipped back out of the room. I turned to look back at Jim and Ellen.
“Happy birthday.” Jack’s voice made me cringe. I forced a smile and looked toward him to nod, but my brow furrowed when I noticed the falseness in his smile, fidgeting with his hands.
“Dinner will be ready soon, if you kids wanna go sit in the living room and find that movie.” Ellen suggested.
“Got a time estimate on that?” I watched her head whip back in my direction, smiles painting our lips.
“Ten minutes,” she answered with a chuckle. I nodded and swiftly left to find Quinn and Luke in the living room.
“Quinn, hand over the remote.” I held my hand out, and watched Quinn roll his eyes before placing the tv remote in my hand.
“We’ll pick something together.”
“Oh no! It’s your birthday. Nobody wants what I want.” I chuckled at Quinn’s dramatic acting.
“You hit the nail on the head, Q.” I teased, only to earn a glare from him. We spent the next ten minutes arguing over a movie before Ellen called us into the kitchen again. There was a swift prayer said over the food, and Ellen began preparing plates before guiding everybody into the living room. Usually we ate at the table, but seeing as it was a special occasion, Ellen was lenient.
I plopped down on the couch beside Quinn, Luke quickly invading my space on the other side. I’d admit it felt weird, because Jack always sat beside me, but I tried not to think much of it. Until he came into the room and sat in the arm chair diagonal to the couch. We spared each other cautious glances, and Jack flashed me a hopeful smile. He was off. I couldn’t understand why.
“So,” Ellen spoke when she walked into the living room, sitting on the floor and resting her plate in her lap. “Tell me what you and Quinn did today.”
“She dragged me around until my feet hurt.”
I lightly slapped Quinn’s shoulder, and shot a glare at Luke when he laughed.
“We went to Starbucks first. Then we went to the mall and ran around for a bit. I went ahead and bought a new dress for this fund raiser I have going on next month.”
“I pitched in on that.” Quinn chimed in.
“Yes. He technically got me two things.”
“Yeah, but the beanie didn’t cost much.” He reasoned, and I shrugged.
“Anyways,” I smiled. “We stopped at Walmart after and got a small cake to share-“
“That she dropped.”
“On accident!” Luke started laughing once again, and I shot him another dirty glare. Jim seemed just as amused, and I almost expected Jack to laugh too, but when I looked in his direction, he didn’t seem to be paying much attention, merely picking at his food and occasionally looking up. I may have been heartbroken over the fact that he didn’t like me the way I did him, but I hated to see him so off. I hated that I hadn’t been able to spend my birthday with Jack, like we did every year prior.
“It was still good.” I spoke, slightly distracted by my conflicting thoughts about Jack.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Quinn still decided to play difficult.
“Seems like you two had a great day. Jim went out to do some last minute present shopping while I cooked today.” Ellen’s husband looked up at her with wide eyes.
“Damn mom,” Quinn laughed, “throwin’ dad under the bus.”
“More like ran me over.” Jim chimed in, earning a gentle nudge from Ellen.
“You guys didn’t have to get me anything.”
“We always do, hun.” Ellen reasoned, and she wasn’t wrong. The Hughes family always made me feel loved and special. Anybody would have been lucky to be as close to them as I was.
We conversed and discussed various things while we ate, until plates were set aside and conversation slowed. “Alright. I’ll take plates into the kitchen. You guys get the presents out.” Ellen instructed, and I watched everybody stand up and disperse. Everybody except for Jack. I eyed him for a moment, the way he brought his hand to his mouth to bite one of his nails. That spaced out look in his eyes. We started out good. He smiled at me. He greeted me. I pushed him off again…
“You good?” I finally asked.
“Fine.” Jack answered in a flat tone.
“Jack-“ I immediately stopped when Luke returned with his father. Luke held a small bag, and Jim held two wrapped boxes. When Ellen came back, with Quinn, she had a bag in her own hands. Everybody got situated in their spots again after the presents were set on the coffee table.
“Jack, honey, did you get anything?”
The middle boy looked toward his mother, shaking his head.
“I forgot.”
“That’s such a lie! You got her something like two months ago! You haven’t shut up about it since.” Luke was on the receiving end of a hard glare from Jack before the middle brother got up and stepped out of the room.
“I’ll grab it. You guys go ahead and start.” He spoke.
“Open mine first.” Luke suggested, and I nodded. Opening presents always went by quickly with the Hughes. Luke got me a Polaroid camera and a few packs of extra film. Something I never asked for, but was certainly elated to get. A gift that I was excited to use over the summer. Ellen had informed me that her mother had helped with her gift, which happened to be my very own Grandma Hughes blanket. With three little logos in the bottom, being the teams the boys play for, and my name embroidered in cursive on the other corner. Jim had gotten me a mug and tried to tie it in with his wife’s gift. I assured him the mug would be put to good use, and that I loved it. When it came down to Jack, Ellen called for him. We waited for a while before she let out a sigh.
“I’ll go find him.”
“Let me do it.” I slowly stood up from the couch. Ellen smiled at me and nodded. I didn’t expect my birthday to go by as smoothly as it did, but I knew there was tension between Jack and I. We just needed to talk. When I got up to his bedroom, I gently knocked on the door before pushing the cracked door open. Jack was on his bed, staring down at a little box and twisting a lock of hair between his fingers.
“Jack?” I must have startled him, hearing the gasp he drew in as he looked up at me. He looked teary eyed.
“I’m fine.” He insisted before I asked, his hand falling away from his hair. “I got this for you.” He held out the box, but it was the last thing I was interested in when my best friend looked absolutely heartbroken. I took the box from his hand and set it down on his nightstand.
“What’s going on?” I sat down on the edge of his bed. “Just a bad day?”
“A bad week.” I bit down on my bottom lip. I knew it was my fault. “I missed you.” He looked down at his bed.
“I’m sorry Jack.. I should have made time to spend with you.”
“It’s okay.” He sniffled. “You were upset.. it’s my fault. I ruined it.” I raised a brow.
“What did you ruin, Jack?”
“Our friendship.”
“Jack it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have asked you that question anyway. If anything it’s on me.. and if you don’t feel the same, it’s fine-“
“I like you too.” Jack’s voice came out in a whisper.
“You don’t have to lie now.” I felt the tears spring to my eyes, looking away.
“No I mean it. I do. I was afraid- in the beginning.. I got scared. I didn’t wanna lose you. I’ve liked you for- for forever. But I was afraid it would ruin our friendship.” I tensed when I felt Jack’s hand rest on my thigh. “I wanna be with you so bad.”
I looked back at him, my brow knitted together in disbelief. “Are you sure?” I wiped the tears from my eyes.
“So sure.” Jack looked up at me, and the silence was almost deafening. “I’m sorry I messed this whole thing up.” His eyes trailed back down to the bed, but I was quick to cup his jaw in my hand, bringing his attention back to myself.
“You didn’t mess anything up, Jack.” I insisted. “Just added a few pages to a chapter that could have ended a week ago.” I joked gently.
“I guess so.”
“Oh, stop that.” I gently rubbed his cheek with my thumb. “We’re on the same page now. There’s nothing to worry about.” I shimmied up the length of his bed and leaned back against the headboard. “Come here.” I patted the space next to myself, and Jack quickly moved up to sit beside me. I grabbed the small box from his nightstand and rested it in my lap. He still seemed a bit upset, but I had no doubt he was only beating himself up. He glanced down at the small box in my lap.
“I can return it if you don’t like it.” He spoke softly, but the last thing I wanted to do was return a gift from the boy who just confessed his love for me.
“You know I never return a Jack Hughes birthday gift.” I reminded him as I slowly tore the colorful wrapping paper off. I tried to fight the excitement in my chest when I felt the velvet on the box. It was jewelry.
Jack leaned into my side, one of his hands resting gently against the side of my thigh while I lifted the box and slowly opened it. My heart raced. I gasped. I sat up so quickly that Jack’s teeth chattered when my shoulder hit the underside of his jaw.
“Oh my god!”
“You like it?” Jack asked as he rubbed his face. I turned to look at him.
“It’s beautiful! Jack you have to put it on!” I quickly removed the cushion the necklace sat on. A dainty silver chain with an equally dainty heart charm on it. Something tiny, but elegant in its own manner. I removed the necklace from the cushion and handed it over to him.
“Where’d you find it?” I asked while he worked on undoing the clasp.
“New Jersey. My mom helped me find it for you when she visited last.” He wrapped the necklace around my neck, and I had trouble containing my smile. Once he got the clasp redone, I reached up to run my fingers across the chain.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t like it when I got it.. ‘cause it looked like something for a couple-“ I turned back in Jack’s direction and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a hug.
“God it’s a good thing we like each other then, huh?” Jack’s silence made me slowly pull away.
“Huh?”
“Because it’s a thing for a couple.” I reminded him of his previous words, and it seemed to take Jack a moment to understand before a smile parted his lips.
“We can do that?”
“Absolutely we can.” I allowed my arms to hang lazily over his shoulders.
“Man, I was so nervous.. I thought you’d change your mind or- god I don’t know..”
“Jack.” I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. “I have loved you for years now. My mind was made up a long time ago.” His big smile was such a contrast to the frown from before.
“You’re sure?”
“Ask me one more time, Hughes.” I whispered.
“You’re sure?”
I slowly leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“As sure as it gets, lovely.”
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I've been going through some of your posts about Geralt and Dandelion's friendship in the books recently because... well I'm back in my book/game phase I guess and I really wanted to know if there are any other Dandelion friendships you like from the books and why? Like him and Zoltan or with the other Hansa etc? [Personally I'm a big fan of what little we see of him with Regis and it always makes me weepy that he wrote a biography about him in the games and fondly remarks abt him smelling like herbs all the time]
Awww yayy thanks for spending some time on the ol blog. I absolutely love this question. I don't get to talk enough about Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, and his relationship with Dandelion (for the newbies, that is Jaskier's name in the books) is so lovely.
Dandelion and Friendships
For those who are just joining us, Tea is talking about my series about Geralt and Dandelion's friendship in the books.
I have also written posts about Dandelion's friendships with Ciri and Zoltan:
Dandelion and Ciri
Dandelion and Zoltan
And for this post, I'll focus on Regis and Dandelion's friendship, which I absolutely love.
Dandelion and Regis Friendship (books)
What really strikes me about Regis and Dandelion, is just how patient and kind Regis is with Dandelion. Sometimes it is almost like he’s dealing with a child he cares about. Considering Regis’s age (over four centuries old), Dandelion (approx in his thirties when they meet) IS a child.
On top of that, Dandy’s personality is rife with traits often associated with kids:
insatiable curiosity to the point where he endangers his own life, (when they go into the forest or sea, Geralt has to essentially, follow right behind him like you would a toddler),
hyper enthusiasm about every discovery he makes, (he whispers in awe when he sees mandrake for the first time, that’s just how he reacts to everything new)
his inability to censor himself or stop asking questions even when everyone else wants him to shut up (he will ask until he understands, no matter the social cues happening)
the way he will act incredibly transparent and awkward while thinking he is being subtle and smooth
Perhaps that is why Regis seems to be so indulgent of him. And somehow their personalities just fit naturally.
Regis’s most annoying trait is to lecture people at length like a professor and cut people off who are asking a question, since he is too eager to answer it. The vampire loves to hold forth on a topic.
Dandelion’s annoying trait (one of many, bless, we know he can't keep it in his pants either) is to ask questions incessantly. In that way, they really kind of fit together.
Geralt loses patience when Dandelion is being socially inappropriate by asking too many questions. Geralt really values discretion and manners.
Regis is more willing to spend time explaining things and to open up.
Early in the hansa's time together, (before he manages to surprise folks several times over) Dandelion is often seen as the one who is in way over his head. Everyone else is a warrior or a soldier. Dandelion is the soft one. To add to the indignity, Geralt is angry at him during Baptism of Fire because Dandelion keeps forcing him to make friends (well, to ask for help)
Yet Regis, the new guy, is the one who always makes sure Dandelion isn't embarrassed or ashamed.
Here’s a few examples.
When Dandelion is given a bloody head wound by an arrow, the poet is howling and shrieking. He thinks he's dead already. He is not a stoic man. It is played comedically, but Geralt is also legitimately terrified that he will lose Dandelion. That bit is not played comedically.
But given the circumstances, the rest of them could be forgiven for rolling their eyes at the poet's dramatics.
But Regis (who is treating his wounds as the resident barber surgeon) does not.
Regis speaks to him so soothingly, and kindly. (I am omitting the Geralt dramz because I will get off topic lol)
Dandelion groaned and took a sharp intake of breath....
“I’ll put in a few stitches,” Regis said...”Be brave, Dandelion.”
Dandelion was brave.
“Almost done here,” Regis said, setting about bandaging the victim’s head. “Don’t you worry, Dandelion, you’ll be right as rain. The wound’s just right for a poet, Dandelion. You’ll look like a war hero, with a proud bandage around you head, and the hearts of the maidens looking at you will melt like wax. Yes, a truly poetic wound....”
And when it is revealed that Regis is a vampire, and Dandelion is afraid of him, Regis is incredibly patient and kind about the whole thing. He does not take offense. Geralt does! (Ironic, considering Geralt ran Regis off, but Geralt, bless, is dealing with a clusterfuck of feelings about the vampire and everything else going on in his life.)
But yes, after Geralt tells Dandelion about Regis, Dandelion is scared, and wants to seek reassurance. But the poet (unbeknownst to him it seems) is awkward and bad at it. He tries to bring up the issue with the subtlety of a sledge hammer.
Dandelion...deciding to clear up the uncertainty..began as soon as they set off. With his usual tact.
(I like that. His usual tact. Meaning, zero tact lmaoooooo.)
“Milva,” he suddenly called as they were riding, sneaking a glance at the vampire as they were riding, sneaking a glance at the vampire. “...I fancy eating a hunk of real meat for a change! How about you, Regis?”
Yeah. Real subtle Dandelion.
“I beg your pardon?’ the vampire said, lifting his head from the horse’s neck.
“Meat!” the poet repeated emphatically. “...fancy some fresh meat?”
“Yes, I do.”
“And blood. Would you like some fresh blood?”
“Blood?” Regis asked, swallowing. “No. I’ll decline the blood. But if you have a taste for some, feel free.”
Geralt, Milva and Cahir observed an awkward, sepulchral silence.
I love that. Awkward sepulchral silence. Dandelion causes a lot of those. But Regis does not dismiss him or laugh. He reassures him.
“I know what this is about, Dandelion,” Regis said slowly, “And let me reassure you. I’m a vampire, but I don’t drink blood.”
The silence became as heavy as lead. But Dandelion wouldn’t have been Dandelion if he had remained silent.
But Dandelion wouldn’t have been Dandelion if he had remained silent. (sorry I am laughing every other line at this part)
“You must have misunderstood me,” he said, seemingly lightheartedly. “I didn’t mean-”
“I don’t drink blood,” Regis interrupted. “...I gave it up.”
Dandelion doesn’t know what that means and keeps pestering Regis to explain. Geralt is embarrassed and tells Dandy to shut up.
However, Regis opens up around the camp fire that night. He tells his life story, and says he hasn’t drank blood in fifty years. Dandelion is incredulous.
“Not at all?” Dandelion said, and stuttered. But his curiosity got the best of him. “Not at all? Never? But...?”
Geralt is embarrassed again and shuts him down again. Regis, by contrast, is patient and defends Dandelion.
“I beg your pardon,” the poet grunted.
“Don’t apologize,” the vampire said placatingly, “And Geralt, don’t chasten him. I understand his curiosity.”
Baptism of Fire 291-295
That's right. Don't chasten him Geralt.
Regis and Dandelion also just have a wonderful dynamic of picking on each other.
Dandelion teases Regis about his long ass name.
And Regis has a great time teasing Dandelion lovingly. In one scene, Geralt and Regis team up to pick on Dandelion and the secretive way he treats his writing. Dandelion has stolen some paper and pencil from a Lyrian military convoy and is writing whenever they make camp, but gets testy whenever anyone gets near him or looks at his manuscript.
Geralt is good-naturedly giving Dandelion a hard time and Regis jumps in with such adorable relish. (Also, in this scene, we find out that Regis actually named Dandelion's memoirs)
"Indeed," the witcher joined in...."You've become devilishly touchy, Dandelion. One cannot fail to notice that it is somehow connected to the paper which you have recently begun to deface with a bit of lead while we camp."
“It’s true,” Regis agreed, “our minstrel has become touchy, not to say secretive, discreet, and loving of solitude recently. Oh no, having witnesses when performing his natural needs doesn't bother him at all...His shameful secrecy and oversensitivity to being watched extends solely to his scribbled notes. Is, perhaps, a poem being written in our presence? A rhapsody? And epic? A romance? A canzone?”
He's like, you don't care who sees you piss and shit, but oh this you care about. lol. Tell us about the poem. But Geralt objects.
“No,” Geralt retorted...”I know him. It can’t be verse, because he’s not cursing, mumbling, or counting the syllables on his fingers. He’s writing in silence, so it must be prose.”
“Prose!” The vampire flashed his pointed fangs - which he really tried not to do. “A novel perhaps? Or an essay? A morality play? Dammit, Dandelion! Don’t torture us so! Reveal what you are writing?”
Dandelion says it is a memoir called Fifty Years of Poetry. Regis says that A Half Century of Poetry sounds better.
“Thanks, Regis, Something constructive at last.”
P 88 -90 The Tower of the Swallow
I admit I'm such a sucker (hehe no pun intended) for whenever Regis's fangs are mentioned, whether he is hiding them, baring them, or unselfconsciously showing them during a warm, silly moment with his friends. (Sobs, I love this vampire, seriously I need an intervention)
Regis also comforts Dandelion openly when the poet is doubting his courage or fitness for a task.
Later in the book, Geralt volunteers for a bloody job/violence for hire that terrifies Dandelion, so the poet protests the plan. Geralt insists he’ll do it alone.
But no! He has a hansa now! He won't be alone! Angoulême volunteers to go. Cahir says he’s coming with as well. Then Milva insists she is coming.
Dandelion freezes.
It would be like the LOTR ‘and my bow and my axe’ yadda yadda scene, but if there was one person left and when it got to them, everyone turned around and looked and they are just standing there frozen like....motherfuck this is scary idk idk wtf do I do. And the way this next paragraph is written, it pleases me.
Dandelion...was evidently struggling with his thoughts. And the thoughts were winning.
lmaooo
And Regis jumps in "kindly." He shows solidarity with Dandelion, and takes the heat by calling himself a coward.
“Stop meditating, poet,” Regis said kindly. For there’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re even less cut out to participate in a bloody swordfight than I am. We weren’t taught to carve up our neighbors with a blade. Furthermore...furthermore..,” he raised shining eyes towards Geralt and Milva, “I’m...a coward,” he confessed curtly.
They keep arguing amongst themselves because Geralt believes they have been spied on. And Regis is just...always soft with Dandelion. When Dandelion starts guessing about who is spying on them, and is beginning to ramble incorrectly,
“You’re mistaken, Dandelion,” Regis softly interjected.
The Tower of the Swallow p 182
It's Regis's gentleness that just fuckn kills me. That's always the character that's gonna get me right between the ribs with a shank. (Metaphorically, Regis is too gentle for that)the one that lives in a horror filled, violent, cruel world and is still just kind, even to the loud, awkward, soft, obnoxious poet who is in over his head and is afraid you'll bite him in his sleep and who shrieks when he is wounded.
Geralt and Dandelion are so sassy and old/married with each other, deeply, proudly loving in actions, but always bickering.
It's sweet to see Dandelion have a friendship like the one he has with Regis.
It is so nice to hear that the games continued his love of Regis. (I haven't played them, so I get my info about them from you guys XD)
So thanks again for following me and for the ask! I hope I've done ok answering. I also love Dandy's dynamic with Nenneke and ofc Yen, but I'll stop there.
Hope your week goes really well. x
#the witcher#emiel regis#dandelion#jaskier#the witcher books#emiel regis rohellec terzieff godefroy#thinking about the witcher books yet again#thinking about dandelion yet again
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I'm extremely unfair to Remus on this blog, the truth is fanon remus is personally offensive to me on many levels so I'm loath to give him protagonism of any kind lol. But that's not fair at all to a character that actually, when all's said and done, I do love. perhaps the marauder I'm least interested in (lol) but he still rates high on my list of fave hp characters and I honestly find him a very pleasant perspective to write from. he's just like some guy. his big crime is negligence/avoidance and I love that for him. to be honest I think his position is a difficult one to fully understand, he is a character that I'm able to muster up a lot of empathy for because of that. like can any of us irl understand what it's like to turn into a literal monster every month since childhood, the point-blank rejection and hatred from society, and what effect that might have on someone's psyche? it's interesting!!!
moony's worst hits, lets go:
remus tolerating the marauders' bullying: obv this was wrong. he was the only one who recognised it was wrong, and he tolerated it. he 'made them feel ashamed of themselves' sometimes per sirius, but honestly I can understand why he never spoke up. I don't think we should underestimate how rare the marauders' tolerance, not only tolerance but the lengths they went to to help remus with his condition was. for a teenager? I can only imagine how that must have felt tbh. he likely thought that he barely deserved their friendship and loyalty and that he was lucky to have it so why would he do anything to ruin that
remus not telling anyone about sirius being an animagus: bad lol, his worst moment probably. again, though, I can understand it even though I don't justify it. the trust dumbledore had placed in him, first to accept him at hogwarts and then again as a professor (we know how difficult it is for werewolves to find employment of any kind) and he just couldn't face betraying that trust. Luckily for Remus it turned out ok but it is kind of insane that he didn't tell dumbledore tbh.
remus not writing to harry: idc about this personally lol but to me it ties into remus's inferiority complex. he doesnt, and will never, see himself as anything like a father figure to harry the way sirius does. he barely sees himself as a worthy father to his own kid let alone the complex case that is harry. is that unfair to harry and unempathetic? yeah probs but also it makes sense to me even beyond the reason Remus gives in canon for not writing. He put Harry in terrible danger in PoA and given Remus's self-hatred he probably feels guilty about that lol.
walking out on Tonks: his other worst hit. But I can understand him, even though I think Harry was 100% right to tell him off. Again we've got this man's crippling inferiority complex, from what he says he thinks he's a burden and a curse to both Tonks and Teddy-- and you know what, society isn't exactly contradicting this belief. Obviously Tonks doesn't agree and that should be all that matters, but sometimes it doesn't seem that way. There's avoidance here (Remus's big flaw) and I legit think he thought he was doing Tonks a favour by disappearing on some quest with Harry and likely dying in the process. Interesting stuff but also very sad.
all this to say, I don't believe in "defending" characters, just understanding them, and even though I barely post about him I do find Remus very interesting, worthy of empathy in many ways. I'll admit the werewolf thing leads me to give him more of a pass than other characters just because I find that so horrible lol and feel so sorry for him but anyway. a good character in my opinion.
#similar to regulus who is also a character i very much like but fanon regulus is literally murdering my entire family & destroying my crops#remus lupin#meta#remus
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I Swear That I Don't Have A Gun
You grew up in Ohio with your father, brother, and sister. Your family was small and strange. Because of that, you were picked on relentlessly at school. Until another weird kid showed up. Her family moved in across the street from you. It wasn't long until the two of you became friends. Your friendship became the light in your life. Until it ended suddenly. Rumors followed your friend's disappearance. Russian spies. You didn't see her again until you crossed paths at work.
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Chapter Seven: You Don't Know Me
Mount Vernon, Ohio – 1993
You counted the small rocks in your black gloved hand. Neither one looked the same. All were varying shades of gray. A few were smooth and round while others were rough with sharper edges. It was the best of what you could find around the neighborhood. You looked up when you heard the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow.
The ends of Nat’s blue hair spilled out of her dark gray knitted hat. Her black puffy jacket swallowed up most of her body. In her white gloved hands was a single stick. It wasn’t very long. Hardly more than four inches. Some pine needles still hung off of it. You watched as she approached while the chill that hung in the air after the first snowfall stabbed at your cheeks.
“Aren’t we supposed to use a carrot?” you asked as she came to stand next to you. You were also pretty sure that you were supposed to use coal instead of rocks.
“My mom already cut up the one we have,” Nat replied.
You certainly didn’t have any carrots lying around at home. Your refrigerator and Nat’s were so different that it was jarring the first time you saw it. You hadn’t realized how much food one refrigerator could hold when you didn’t have to make room for your father’s weekly experiments.
You looked at the headless snowman in front of you. You had spent the better part of the last two hours alongside Nat and her younger sister building the snowman in front of their house. The snowman’s base was large, round, and a bit lopsided. But it supported the slightly smaller packed ball of snow on top of it. You and Nat had done your best to brush off any dirt or blades of grass that stuck to the snow. Now you waited for Yelena to return with the snowman’s head.
You heard Nat shift next to you while you stared at the empty spot where the snowman’s head will go. You wondered what kind of person this snowman would be. It was a shame when your brother told you years ago that snowmen don’t actually come to life after they are built. There’s no singing or dancing. It was as your father put it when he overheard your conversation:
“It is a byproduct of man’s lust for godhood.”
But maybe they did come to life. In secret. Perhaps at night. You read about all kinds of supposedly fake creatures coming to life in secret in your sister’s books. If it was possible, would this snowman end up being a good person or a bad one? Would the lack of a carrot make a difference?
“Are you going somewhere?” Nat asked.
You looked at her and found her looking across the street. You followed her gaze. Outside on your driveway was your father. The trunk of his station wagon hung open while he shoved a couple large bags into it. His back remained toward you and you hoped it would stay that way. The freshly plowed street put enough distance between him and you that you felt like you could breathe normally without him noticing.
Your gaze landed back on Nat. “My father is attending a convention. It’s a tradition.”
“What kind of convention?” she asked.
You shrugged. “One for people like him.”
He would come back giddy from talking with his fellow scholars. You knew that when he returned you and your siblings would be forced to spend at least three hours trapped at the kitchen table with nothing to eat but plenty to listen to. If something particularly interesting happened, you would definitely be trapped at the table for five hours.
“You’re not going with him?” she asked.
You heard the trunk of your father’s station wagon slam shut. You looked over your shoulder and watched as your father started back up the driveway. You looked at Nat and shook your head. “Kids aren’t allowed.”
Yelena hurried around the house from the backyard carrying a mostly round snowman sized head. It was pretty impressive when she reached you guys. Since you both were taller, you and Nat carefully took the soon to be snowman head and set it on top of its cold, round body. You pushed one smooth light gray rock into the snowman’s left eye socket and then pushed a square black rock into its right. You let Yelena help you set the rest of the rocks into a wide smile. Nat pushed the stick into the middle of the snowman’s face. Then, all three of you stepped back to admire your work.
“We should give him a name,” Yelena said.
You tried to imagine the snowman’s rock eyes blinking. You imagined puffs of white mists slipping from between his rocky lips. You tried to imagine him with a carrot for a nose. “He looks like an Ian.”
You heard Yelena giggle and when you looked at Nat you saw the beginnings of a smile curling her lips.
Triskelion, Washington D.C. – 2012
Being part of a team sucks. There are rules you have to follow. Sure, there were rules back when you were working for your father. But those rules were different. You could bend and shape them into whatever you needed. As long as the job was done, your father was content. Maybe he’d nitpick if the job got messy. But you had the freedom of choice. There were so many ways to kill people. Some days your imagination would run wild with new possibilities. You had yet to surprise a target in their bathroom and drop a toaster into their bathtub while they were bathing. Then there was the old classic you had yet to try. This idea demanded the perfect costume, but tying a target to train tracks and watching a high speed train obliterate their body into nothing more but tiny bloody chunks would be great fun.
You loved that part of the job almost as much as you loved watching your target’s life drain from their eyes. But now that freedom is gone. You don’t get to decide how you are going to do your job. You are told. Ordered. The worst is when you’re not even allowed to kill your target. You remember the first time you were given that bizarre job. You remember how punchable your target’s face was. You remember how easy it would have been to just push the ridiculous man over the edge. No one would have known. But you couldn’t. You watched that opportunity pass you by and you wanted to scream.
You did scream. At Rumlow. You cornered him and demanded to know why. Why did they keep fucking with your head?
He reminded you of your role. The chains that kept you bound to these nonsensical rules. You work for SHIELD. You don’t kill targets unless SHIELD wants you to kill them. You keep to your role and you don’t raise suspicions. You live out the story Rumlow crafted for you. He found you on one of his missions. He saw your potential and peeled you up off the ground like some frozen, sick, dying, abandoned mutt. He molded you into the weapon you are now. A weapon he happily handed to SHIELD.
You hate that story. You hate it more than the stupid suit he forces you to wear. The black tactical suit covers every inch of your body from your neck down to your feet. It had taken a while to get used to the added weight of the black body armor attached to the suit. You still don’t like it. It makes you feel as if you are a child running around with pillows tied to your chest and a foam sword in your hand. But it’s the mask that feels the most suffocating. Despite being able to hear clearly from within the black helmet, you feel cut off from the world. The black tinted visor that conceals your face is full of fancy technology that often gets in the way when you are just trying to watch your target die. You hate the stupid suit. You hate that you can’t do anything without having to wear it. The only time you can strip the stupid costume off and breathe in lungfuls of air conditioned air is in your bunk buried beneath all the levels of SHIELD and fake SHIELD and real HYDRA.
But if you could choose, you’d stick with the stupid suit if you could craft a different story. Preferably one that didn’t include anyone molding you into anything. But that freedom is gone, and all you have is a boatload of memories to distract you from how angry you are. That anger burns deep inside you. It fuels your every step as you walk alongside Rumlow down a bright, busy hallway. You ignore all the data that blinks across the inside of your visor screen with every SHIELD agent that hurries by. In the beginning you had been curious, but now all the data was familiar and boring. Mostly low level clearance agents with spotless records because they never did anything but sit at their desks or hurry around places looking busy.
You walk out into a large hangar and board one of the waiting Quinjets. You spy two empty seats in the cockpit and a black duffel bag resting on one of the seats in the cargo bay. Rumlow hands you a small, black flash drive. You roll your eyes despite knowing that he can’t see your face. If he let you take off the damn helmet you could read the mission briefings perfectly fine. You didn’t need to clog up your visor’s hub with all the unnecessary tidbits of information on your targets. You hate this role.
“This one is routine,” Rumlow begins as you insert the flash drive into the slot along the backside of your helmet. Almost instantly, information clogs up your interior visor screen. “Your target is Tomek Sikora. He’s an arms dealer that SHIELD has kept an eye on.” The picture of your target fills up your visor. Tall, muscular build. Short, dirty blonde hair. Blue eyes. Mid thirties. “We have good intel that he’s operating out of an abandoned storefront in Bardstown, Kentucky. His main clientele is HYDRA.”
Your visor floods with images of your target standing with or shaking hands with other important looking men and women. A few of the faces look familiar, but the images scroll too quickly across your visor for you to be certain.
“Your objective is to shut down Sikora’s operation,” Rumlow says. “SHIELD would prefer Sikora alive, but if you have no choice, do what is necessary.”
The coded orders hidden behind his words brings a small hint of relief. A nice simple kill. You know that if you read more into the file scrolling across your visor that you could piece together why real HYDRA wants Sikora dead. But you don’t care. All you care about is watching your target die. All you care about at this moment is that you won’t be forced to watch your target walk away breathing. A straightforward mission is exactly what you need. Something easy. Sikora will probably put up some kind of fight. You’ll engage and end it when it feels right.
You pull the flash drive from the slot at the back of your helmet. Your visor clears.
“Rollins will accompany you on this mission,” Rumlow says.
Eh. It could be wors–
“Slight change of plan.”
Both you and Rumlow turn towards the open cargo bay door. You see her clearly through your visor screen. You feel the chains of your boredom lift. That familiar energy that buzzes right beneath your skin awakens. You haven’t seen her since you put a bullet through Erik’s head. Even then, you can’t count that as your official last parting. You were buried beneath your costume. She didn’t know you were there. Because if she did, she wouldn’t have let you go like that.
The weight of the costume you wear now feels heavier as you watch her ascend up the Quinjet’s ramp. She’s dressed in civilian clothes. You love the black, leather jacket that she wears over her red shirt. Dark denim jeans cover the length of her legs, and a gun sits in a black holster strapped to her right thigh. You’re envious of her clothes. You want to look into her wardrobe. You want to strip out of this stupid suit and wear anything else.
“Agent Romanoff,” Rumlow greets.
Nat. Your teeth bite into your lower lip. You know you can’t say anything. The rules of your role have been drilled into your head. You don’t speak. You only act. If anyone asks questions, Rumlow has your pathetic sob story ready to share. You know all this. You know you must comply. But you really want to say something.
Her olive green eyes settle on you as she steps into the cargo bay. You instantly miss the recognition as she looks at you. Her eyes travel up and down the length of your body, taking in your forced getup. You want her to see right through it. You want her to say your name and rip the damn mask from your face so the chase can resume.
“What’s the update?” Rumlow asks.
Her attention shifts to him. “Rollins can’t make it. He’s in medical. I’m filling in.”
Now you really really want to say something. You watch as she walks over to where the black duffel bag sits. A smile stretches across your face. You had wanted to start slow. A coffee date scheduled on a day that neither one of you needed to even think about work. But if you can’t have that, then you will happily take this.
“That’s not necessary,” Rumlow replies.
Your smile drops away, and you turn your head to give Rumlow the most threatening glare he will never see. He ignores you as Nat zips up her duffel bag and looks over at him.
“I’ll get one of the other guys to fill in for Rollins,” Rumlow continues. “It’s a routine operation, and you’re needed for more Avenger missions.”
You wonder what would happen if you punched Rumlow in the face. If you swing hard enough, there is a good chance you could knock him out. That would give you a couple seconds to say something to Nat before all hell breaks loose. You’d definitely apologize for the stupid thing you said before. And if Rumlow didn’t go down in one punch, you could always follow it up with a solid kick.
“Fury disagrees,” Nat replies.
The name sparks two recent memories of the Director of SHIELD. Both memories consisted of you standing in this stupid suit and staring at the bald man with an eyepatch while he interrogated Rumlow about you. You played the part of a lost puppy well enough despite wanting to smash your head into the closest wall.
“Besides,” Nat looks first at you and then back to Rumlow, “I’ve been dying to meet your new sidekick.”
Oh god. That one hurt.
“They’re not much of a talker,” Rumlow says.
You have so much to say.
“We’ll figure it out,” Nat replies.
Rumlow shakes his head, but finally relents. He looks at you. “Stay focused. I expect results.”
You watch as he steps out of the cargo bay and descends down the jet’s ramp. For a moment, you can’t believe your luck. You thought that Rumlow would have done just about anything to rip you away from Nat. He had made sure to keep you as far away from her as possible. But the reality of your amazing luck settles when Nat comes to stand next to you.
“Has he taught you how to fly one of these?” she asks.
You shake your head.
“Okay,” she says. “I’ll fly. You fill me in on the mission.”
This is the greatest day of your life.
The Quinjet, Kentucky Sky – A Short Time Later
You pull the flash drive free from the tablet’s port. The tablet’s screen goes blank while the hub screen built into your interior helmet visor lights up with a selection of unnecessary data about the tablet. Battery at 68%. No security update needed. Software version 3.8.27. You don’t understand why you are forced to tolerate the random extra tech. Rumlow told you it was to make your story more realistic. You still didn’t understand how something only you see makes others believe you more.
You look up from the tablet, and the extra data clears. Bright sunlight floods the cockpit. The sky outside is so blue that it is almost painful to look at. You are sitting in the co-pilot seat. The various buttons and screens stretched across the dashboard mean nothing to you. Nat has been doing all the flying. All you’ve done is find a SHIELD issued tablet and plugged in the flash drive so Nat could review the details of your mission. So far she’s asked you easy questions about the mission. Your answers are simple nods or a shake of your head. You want to say more. You need to say more. But you stay quiet. You comply with your role.
But there is sweet happiness in your forced silence. You look over to the empty pilot seat next to you. Nat left a few minutes ago to change after switching on the autopilot. You are tempted to lift up your helmet and sniff the pilot seat. You want to know what she smells like. You want to peel your black gloves off and touch the cushions of the seat. Feel the warmth left behind by her touch. A couple different scenarios float through your head and each one is far more entertaining than sitting in silence. But at least you get to be near her. You don’t have to hurry off and leave her. Despite all these stupid rules, you’ve discovered a piece of freedom that kept eluding you before.
You turn your gaze forward when you hear Nat emerge from the tiny bathroom directly behind the cockpit. She settles back into the pilot’s seat. Her casual clothes are gone. You miss the leather jacket, but the black catsuit is a warm familiar memory. You tuck the flash drive into one of your suit’s many pockets.
“Shouldn’t be long now,” she comments as her green eyes dart across the various screens and lit buttons. “About fifteen minutes out.”
There’s a moment when you taste that bitterness of disappointment. You don’t want this to end. The two of you up in the sky without anyone else to distract you. But that moment ends when you remember what’s to come. For the first time you won’t be on opposing sides. Sort of. Not exactly. But it sends a thrill through you.
“So,” she looks over at you, “Silent Type.”
You frown at the stupid codename. You know she can’t see your face, but she sees something because she starts to smile. The tablet’s screen comes back to life as you navigate to the application you need. A virtual keyboard pops up along the lower half of the tablet. Your gloved fingers are quick as you type your message. You turn the tablet around so she can read it.
Rumlow’s idea. Not mine.
Your answer seems to amuse her more as she nods.
“That does sound like a name he would come up with,” she says.
You turn the tablet to face you again and delete what you wrote. Your fingers are quick to tap out another message.
Did you choose your codename?
Her smile falls a bit as she reads your question. “What did Rumlow tell you about me?”
It doesn’t take you long to delete your question and type out your reply.
Avenger.
“That’s it?” she asks.
You lower the tablet and nod. It’s not entirely a lie. Rumlow had spent most of his time preparing you for this stupid role. That meant filling your head with a bunch of random bullshit about fake SHIELD and real HYDRA. He trained you to remember your story. He did his best to polish off the grime of freelance and make you seem more refined. He rarely brought up Nat. And when he did, he never let you think about her for long.
“I guess we’ll need to get to know each other better after this mission,” she says.
More time with Nat? This day just gets better and better. Your fingers tap against the tablet’s digital keyboard again. When you lift up the tablet, you are very interested in her answer.
What did Rumlow say about me?
“You’re his pet project,” she says as her smile returns.
You frown. You want to somehow clarify that you are nobody’s pet project, but one of the buttons on the dash lights up and steals Nat’s attention. You watch as she turns off the autopilot and takes control of the Quinjet.
“We’re approaching our target,” she reaches up and flips a switch. “I’ll set us down somewhere close. With our stealth systems engaged, they shouldn’t be able to spot us.”
You turn your head and look out at the bright blue sky. While you love the quality time with Nat, you also need to come up with a plan for this mission. Rumlow’s coded orders had been clear. Kill Sikora. If Rollins had joined you on this mission, you wouldn’t have needed to do much thinking beyond when to kill your target. But Nat’s fantastic presence complicated things. You doubt that she’s part of fake SHIELD. Which meant putting a bullet in Sikora’s head outright wouldn’t go over well. Especially if your target decides to surrender.
Your plan starts to take shape within your mind as Nat guides the concealed Quinjet towards the ground. It’s a simple plan. Draw your target away from Nat and kill him where it is just you and him. It would ruin the foreplay. You probably wouldn’t have much time and would need to kill Sikora quickly. But you’d get to talk to Nat later which seemed like a generous trade.
The bright onslaught on sunlight fades as Nat sets the Quinjet down in a clearing surrounded by eastern white pine trees. Based on the data you had skimmed earlier, the abandoned storefront your target is operating out of is just north of your location. When the Quinjet’s engines fall quiet, you stand. You leave the tablet on your seat as you head for the cargo bay. You approach a metallic box bolted onto one of the walls. Your gloved fingers type in a code on the keypad fixed to the front of the box. The front panel unlocks and opens to reveal a small armory.
Smaller than usual. No fancy explosives. Your usual selection of guns has been paired down to one: a single black Glock. You suspect your limited selection is thanks to Rumlow. You figure this has something to do with your training, but you don’t really care. You’re more disappointed in how the gun feels in your hand. You miss your Beretta. You don’t feel the same without it.
You slide the Glock into the empty holster at your right hip and turn when you hear Nat enter the cargo bay. She holds the tablet you left behind. Her finger slides across the tablet’s screen, and you watch the way her head tilts slightly as she reviews the mission data. You imagine that she looked exactly like that whenever information on you ended up in her hands. Your smile starts to return as you grab the tactical knife left in the armory and slide it into place on your belt.
She turns off the tablet and sets it down next to her black duffel bag. She lifts her hand and speaks into her wrist. “Comms check.”
You hear her voice flood your helmet and you don’t want it to stop. When she looks over at you, you nod. Her smile threatens to break you. You want so desperately to say something. You want her to look at you like she knows you. Like she did before whenever she appeared on one of your jobs. But your mouth stays shut. You comply.
It’s quiet when you both exit the Quinjet. As you make your way through the cluster of trees, you can’t help but think back to your last freelance job in the middle of nowhere. The sound of gunshots ripping apart tree bark. The smell of sweat and blood on your target’s body. The feeling of her hand around your wrist.
You stop when you reach the treeline. Roughly fifty yards ahead of you is the bland backside of the abandoned storefront. The back door is unguarded. You don’t see any cameras either. It’s no wonder why HYDRA wants Sikora gone. The lack of security is almost offensive. It’s as if your target is inviting you inside.
“We’ll split up and sweep the area,” her voice is low and when you look at her, you nod.
Perfect. As long as you find Sikora first, this mission should be easy.
“I’ll take the upper floor while you secure the lower,” she says.
As you nod, you hope that you’ll find Sikora in the storefront’s basement. If you don’t, you don’t know exactly how you’ll get your target far enough away from Nat.
You both step out of the treeline and make your way towards the storefront’s back entrance. By the time you reach the back door and press your back against the wall, you notice that both you and Nat have drawn your guns. You bite your tongue to hold back a laugh at the thought that instantly springs to life within your mind. This must be the first time you both have a gun in your hand and you’re not pointing them at each other. Now would be a great time to take your helmet off.
Nat reaches for the door handle, and it’s unlocked. You decide that it’s your target’s inflated ego that left the door unlocked and not stupidity. Or a trap. You try not to let that last thought get you too excited as you follow Nat through the backdoor.
You enter a narrow hallway. Directly ahead of you is a wide open doorway that reveals a large empty room. Remains of what was clearly a counter mark the worn looking floorboards. Dark colored wallpaper peels from the walls. The room itself is lit only by the light that spills out from the hallway. Large, thin boards are nailed across the windows. Littered about the floorboards is trash, random dark wet spots, and the occasional clothing hanger.
To your right is a set of stairs leading to the upper floor. To your left is the remains of another door. You see the hinges, but the door that clearly once occupied the space is gone. Beyond it is another set of stairs leading down towards the basement. You turn to your left and start to descend the stairs. You hear Nat ascending the stairs behind you. You force yourself not to look back as you lift your gun and keep going.
Your footsteps are quiet on the stairs. When you reach the bottom, you find yourself alone in an empty room. The lights are on. Boxes and crates are stacked against one of the walls. On the other side of the room is another doorway, but this one still has a door attached to it. As you walk further into the room, you hear a loud thud shake the low ceiling. You feel a tiny spike of jealousy that Nat found her targets while you are alone in a basement. Another loud thud shakes the ceiling again. That lingering spike of jealousy flees when the door on the other side of the room opens.
You pull the trigger the second you see someone fill up the space in the doorway. You see the person drop and no one else comes out. You move towards the open door. One quick look down at the man dying on the basement floor at your feet confirms that they are not your target. You step over the dying man and into the room. It’s a small break room with a fold out plastic table that eats up most of the space. Sitting on the table, directly in the middle, is a small, square television. It’s on and playing an old western.
When you return to the dying man laying in the doorway, you find him dead. The man’s lifeless eyes stare up at you. His mouth is slightly parted. His hair looks greasy. He looks about as old as any average college student. The sounds of the western playing on the television fills up the quiet as you stare down at the dead man. The sounds of shouting pulls you out of your odd stupor.
You step over the dead man and hurry back towards the stairs. You quickly climb back up into the narrow hallway and start towards the stairs that would take you up to the upper floor when you see it. You are standing at the base of the stairs when you see a body falling. You see their arms first as they come up, and you see how their legs trip over each other. You notice a mop of dirty blonde hair right before it smashes into the first uppermost step. The body falls hard down the stairs with a series of sickening crunches. You take a few steps back when you notice the body picking up some speed. When the body finally reaches the bottom of the stairs, it rolls over once and stops.
Sikora lays at your feet. His neck is bent at a terrible angle. His blue eyes are wide open. You see a piece of bone poking out from his forearm. Your gun lowers at the sight of your target’s still body. You feel numb at the sight of it. No satisfaction. No sense of pride. Not even relief. You don’t know how to feel when you step over your target’s body and ascend the stairs. That strange feeling persists as you find Nat standing near a table. Littered across the floor are six bodies. You can’t tell if some are alive or not, but you feel the corners of your lips curl into a smile. Nat doesn’t have a scratch on her. None of the bodies scattered across the room were a challenge for her and you just want to run up to her and kiss her and hug her tight because it makes sense. One piece of your life hasn’t changed. She’s still your friend even if you can’t act like hers.
As you walk further into the room, carefully stepping over fallen bodies, Nat closes up a black laptop that is sitting on the table. Her smile melts away any lingering numbness hanging on from seeing your target’s body.
“Good work,” she says. “SHIELD will be here in ten to clean up.”
You savor her praise before looking at the laptop again.
“Just a little side project,” she says after following your gaze. She picks up the black laptop and moves towards you. “You ever have bourbon from here?”
You shake your head.
“Then we’re making a quick pit stop before we head back,” she says.
You follow her, and you can’t help feeling like you are back in Ohio. It’s as if school is finally letting out and you two have the rest of the day ahead of you. You want this day to last forever. You’d rather her know it’s you, but if this is all you can have, then you’ll take it.
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Worthy
Izuku knows Katsuki has been under a lot of stress lately; it's their last year in the UA and they need to be prepared to find an agency soon.
The omega is also worried about his future, he wants to be the number one pro hero as well, but for some reason Katsuki has been pushing himself to the limit in the last months.
Which has made his inner alpha snap a couple of times, however, Izuku knows exactly how to help him; even though their friendship hasn't been perfect and they stopped being friends for a while, they're on good terms now and since they both know each other better than anyone else, the omega is always able to calm him down.
Although their classmates find it more fascinating than it truly is.
"Izuku," Katsuki mumbles, looking absolutely exhausted as he stumbles into the common room. He's grumpy and his sharp teeth are exposed, which means his inner alpha is taking control.
The other alphas in their group tense immediately, actually, everyone seems to look at him like they're waiting for an explosion to occur.
"Did you really go to the gym to train after our test?" The omega huffs, getting a little bit irritated, he always does that whenever he's worried. He's probably the only one now who is not afraid of Katsuki's inner alpha.
"I need to prepare even more if I want–"
"You also need to rest," Izuku narrows his eyes before taking a deep breath. "Go take a bath, put something comfy and then come back here."
Katsuki nods and as soon as he gets out, everyone seems to release the breath they were holding.
Izuku really thinks they're overreacting.
"Are you dating Bakugo, Deku-kun?" Uraraka asks, prompting the green haired omega to choke and turn red in seconds.
"If you are, I'm gonna have a word with Blasty for not telling his friends first!" Ashido complains immediately, pouting.
"He's not," Todoroki says before Izuku can try to say something again. "You're not, right?"
"Of course I'm not! We're friends!"
"Then why–"
Kaminari has to shut up because Katsuki rushes into the room, kicks Iida away so he can cuddle Izuku and use one if his thighs as a pillow.
As they often do in Katsuki's room, Izuku starts running his fingers through his hair.
"Help me sleep... I can't–"
"Sleep," Izuku whispers against his ear and Katsuki's body relaxes completely before falling asleep on the omega's lap.
The uncomfortable silence that follows is what makes Izuku look up, only to realize everyone's staring at him.
"What?"
"How are you two not dating?" Hagakure squeaks.
"I didn't know Bakubro let you command him!" Kirishima grins, looking from the blond to Izuku. "That's so manly!"
Alright, even the omega knows how it looks like, but they're completely wrong.
"Listen, this is not... that," Izuku stammers, running his fingers through the alpha's hair as he speaks: "It's... Sometimes he can't bring himself to relax completely so he asks me to use an omega command..."
"You know that omega commands don't work if you're not compatible with the alpha, right?" Uraraka points out, narrowing her eyes. "Also the alpha needs to feel certain–"
"It's because we're friends!" Izuku cuts her off, blushing again.
"He's purring right now."
Yaoyorozu is right, Katsuki is purring, but it's a loud alpha purr that alphas only let out when they're completely relaxed and happy.
"He always purrs when he's asleep," the omega argues because it's not a big deal. Alright... he purrs sometimes when he's awake as well, but only when Izuku agrees to wear one of his hoodies and when Izuku is eating something Katsuki made for him and...
Perhaps he shouldn't mention any of those things to his friends. It could lead to a misunderstanding.
"You can't be sure about that," Ashido says, looking like she's enjoying herself a lot.
"Yes, I'm sure because there's not a single time I haven't heard him purr in his sleep, even when we were kids and had slumber parties..."
"Right after he presented?" Iida asks, looking a little bit curious.
"Yes, but–"
"But you were with him every single one of those times..." Hagakure points out and suddenly the omega feels like no one is on his side.
"I know that, but I'm sure..."
"He doesn't purr when you're not there," Jiro assures him. "I would've heard."
"Remember that camping trip Aizawa took us on in order to train in a different environment? Sero, Kiri and I slept in the same tent as Blasty and he didn't purr, not even once." Kaminari cuts in.
"He also woke up really grumpy the next day," Sero adds.
"It was mostly because he was jealous of Todoroki for sleeping in the same tent as Midoriya," Kirishima says, prompting Izuku to turn red.
"I loved that camping trip," Todoroki closes his eyes as if he's remembering that day.
"What are you trying to say?" Izuku finally asks, gently placing a hand over one of Katsuki's ears, even though he knows he's completely asleep.
"Bakugo has feelings for you, Deku-kun."
"No, he doesn't," the omega says in a whisper, feeling suddenly sad as the words come out of his lips.
***
Izuku decides not to think about it and instead focuses on scolding the alpha for pushing himself too much.
It's early in the morning and Katsuki is already up, making katsudon for Izuku.
"Kacchan, you don't have to–"
"I want to. Now shut up and eat, nerd!" The alpha grins when he sees Izuku taking a bowl for himself.
"You should've slept a little bit more instead..."
"Nonsense!" Katsuki chuckles, looking more and more happy as he watches Izuku take a couple of bites. "I'm perfectly fine!"
"This is amazing, Kacchan!" The omega can't help it, his friend's food is always delicious.
Katsuki starts purring.
They eat for a while in content silence, but when the alpha mentions something about training before heading to class, Izuku stops him by grabbing his arm.
"Kacchan, you don't have to prove anything..." The omega pulls him closer before cradling his face. He smiles gently at him and the alpha melts into the touch immediately. "Why are you trying so hard?"
Suddenly, something in Katsuki breaks; his expression looks vulnerable and desperate as he puts one of his hands over Izuku's like he doesn't want to let go of it.
"You deserve only the best," the alpha mumbles, nuzzling against Izuku's palm. "So I need to become the best alpha, the best pro hero... to be worthy of you."
His inner omega purrs in delight.
"Do you want to be my mate, Kacchan?"
"More than anything, but I have to–"
Izuku shuts him up with a quick kiss that leaves the alpha a little dumbfounded for a couple of seconds. The alpha starts purring again, but this time the omega purrs right back.
"You don't have to do anything, Kacchan. You are the number one to me already and I want you as my mate."
Awestruck, Katsuki smiles fondly at him, like he can't quite believe his luck before he rubs their noses together.
"Can I bite you?"
"After we graduate," the omega stammers, flustered. "Because I want to tell my mom... and I think we should date for a while first."
Katsuki nods, taking a few steps closer to the omega to give him another, more eager kiss on the lips that leaves Izuku dizzy in a good way.
"Can I at least scent you?"
"Of course you can, Kacchan."
Turns out their classmates were right after all, but Izuku is actually happy to be wrong for once. Maybe he should listen to Uraraka more often from now on.
***
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MK1 is such a bizarre experience bc on one hand some characters have benefited a lot from the "universe reset" (Baraka, Reptile, even arguably Shao who is less than a muahahaha conquer villain but someone who actually seems to care about his realm?). Others kind of raise interesting questions, like Shang Tsung : is he doomed to be bad or can he be good for a change? (In the story he choses to become a snake-oil salesman before joining the imperial family + there is an Union of Light Shang Tsung so him being good is a thing that could happen).
But then, instead of using that full reset NRS just leaves some things the same? Like. It's a reset. In 2023/2023. That was the perfect moment for implementing some (maybe not lots) changes. Perhaps starting making Johnny canonically bi? Just a small ripple towards a bigger change? Instead of getting stuck in same old ways?
YOW EXACTLY
Things i loved about Mk1 change:
Mileena and Kitana sibling relationship
Rain's character design
Tanya and Mileena!!!!
Sindel being badass empress and outworld thriving in peace under her reign
Baraka and Syzoth on the good side!!
Kenshi's yakuza past
Geras and Liu Kang's friendship! Liu Kang actually treating Geras as his equal 🥺 and Geras being so loyal to him 😫😭
Shang Tsung's zitsy behavior
Lin Kuei brothers 🥺
What i hate:
Hanzo being a kid and essentially everything about him being handed to Kuai Liang
Kung Lao being the second best again
Raiden and Kitana romance
Mileena and Tanya having the barest screen time
Controversial opinionated rant down below
I hated that they essentially just switched Liu Kang and Raiden's places. I started MK1 right after MK11 that i was furious to see Raiden chosen as the champion (IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MY BOY KUNG LAO LET HIM SHINE ISTG) and then flirting with Kitana with Liu Kang's exact line (I hope we meet again under different circumstances)??? Tf??
I understand that some plot elements are too good to change but character romances? Don't replace one side of the pairing, then try to serve it to the audience again! Reboot should give us more variety of character designs, stories, dynamics, and relationships. Give us the genderbent, queer, poc characters BC YOU'RE NOT EVEN SACRIFICING ANYTHING when we literally have infinite alternative timelines you can recall classics from. For example, we have our human Raiden and old man titan Raiden. We can do variety. I wanna see female Fujin, i wanna see Scorpion Harumi and fighter Suchin, i want actual deserved queer representation in Kung Jin, and i. wanna. see. canon Johnshi!
My hypothesis is that NRS is gonna bring in mk children through dimensional travel so that they don't need to age up our current characters. I'm saying this to push my point further that we don't need to repeat romance plotlines (dont come at me. I have bais just as you have bais for ur fav old pairings)
Listen, i loved Sonya and Johnny in previous games, her and Cassie were a huge part of Johnny's character arc, but since Johnny is already maturing by the end of mk1, i don't see a point in Cageblade anymore (very controversial but it's my blog so i will yap as much as i want) We are not erasing anything by possibly making Johnny queer. Johnny and Sonya can be married in different timeline and Cassie is still their child. If anything, we are enriching the character, expanding the universe. Really, I don't wanna buy the exact same game story in different graphics. I don't want to see Suchin die again just to serve Kenshi and Takeda's dynamic.
And don't even get me started again on heteronormality of the game. We have 6 realms that have diverse variety of biological and sociological configurations AND YOU'RE TELLING ME THEY ARE ALL HETEROSEXUAL?? NRS is a fucking pussy for not having enough queer representation. They think they can give us vague "blink, you will miss it" moments and move on. There are so many high selling good games with good lgbtq characters. Literal 2023's the game of the year, BG3 is so fucking gay that it's off to space and you're telling me that NRS is just going 🥺👉👈 but our fans 🥺👉👈
Anyways, NRS can eat shit and Johnshi for the president 🤘
#leswell thinks#rant#dragging nrs thru mud again#sorry for the rant#don't come at me#johnshi#mortal kombat#mk1#mortal kombat 2023#mk1 2023#leswell rants
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A/N: you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @bakedcrispss - thanks so much!! ♡
a gif of Daryl looking down at us to set the mood ⤵️
Daryl x Short!Reader
- let’s start with how you met
- so Daryl was out on a hunt when he heard some commotion, something was moving fast towards him and just as he realised which direction the sound was coming from, you quite literally ran into him
- and when you ran into him, you bounced back and fell right on your ass, while Daryl just scowled down at you
- so there you were, staring up at him
- and then you stood up, and there you were, still staring up at him
“Sum’ followin’ you?” Daryl asked, glancing off in the direction you’d ran from.
“Only dead ones, but my knife broke so I had to run to get them off my trail. Sorry about running into you.” The apology was awkward, but Daryl just nodded.
- he considered correcting you, sarcastically saying he should be the one apologising since he was apparently in your way and knocked you over, but he thought it was too soon for a dig at your height
- Daryl waited a few seconds to see if he could hear any walkers coming after you, and when he couldnt, he skulked off
- much to his surprise, you followed him, and he found that he could barely hear you creeping up behind him because of your lack of height and therefore heavy steps
“So, what’s your name?” You asked, definitely taking Daryl by surprise, but he hid it well.
“Daryl.” He answered shortly. haha y’all see what I did there
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Daryl! Im (Y/N). Do you have a group or a place to stay? ‘Cause if not, there’s logically a better chance of us surviving if we stick together.”
- he didnt want anyone following him, much less someone who didnt even see a man directly in front of them that they then ran into. he didnt even know if you could handle yourself. Daryl assumed that what you really meant was you were more likely to survive sticking with him because he’d save your ass
“Got a group an’ a place.” He said, hoping to throw you off, but he quickly realised his own mistake.
“Oh, that’s great! Do you, uh...maybe have room for one more?”
- have room? Daryl had to hold back a laugh, you could live comfortably in the average sized closet and you were asking if his group had room for you?? he, again, refrained from making such comments, and decided to stay professional
“How many walkers you killed?”
“Havent kept count, but some. I can usually sneak away from them, Im pretty good at getting into small hiding places.”
- Daryl looked down at you, struggling to tell whether you were insecure about your height and whether making jokes would be okay, or whether you would get insulted and sad and think your height a weakness
- in response, you rolled your eyes
“Daryl, do you really think I’ve gone my entire life blissfully unaware of being a short-ass? It’s not something I can change, so I work with what I’ve got, but sometimes I run into dudes and knock myself on my ass.”
- and much to Daryl’s absolute shock, that last part made him laugh
“That a regular hobby o’ yers?” He teased.
“Oh yeah, try to squeeze a collision in at least once a month.” You replied with a grin.
- and so your friendship was established
- when the two of you got back to the prison, you saw the people at the gate and in the guard tower and sighed because you knew from a distance they’d think Daryl had brought back a kid
- still, the small group that greeted you were welcoming enough. Maggie and Glenn were both very sweet, and as was Rick, but you’re certain you werent the only one to notice that his teenage son Carl was almost the same height as you
- you fit into the prison nicely, offering to help out wherever you could and getting to know as many people as possible. Daryl was fascinated by how easily you seemed to make friends, especially since you made friends with him in a matter of seconds
- Daryl was your favourite person to hang out with, you loved asking him questions and finding out things about him. he was far from the most open person when it came to talking about himself, but when you’d stroll over and sit on his bike, kicking your legs in the air because you couldnt reach the ground and giving him that damn smile, Daryl found it increasingly difficult to resist giving you anything and everything you wanted
- he definitely had a soft spot for you, and at first he hated that
- you’d wave at him when he was up in the guard tower and before he could even consider his own response, he would be waving back at you with a stupid smile on his face like some friendly dumbass
- one time Rick was coming up behind you and caught sight of the way Daryl waved at you, so Rick waved up at him to tease him and Daryl flipped him off
- once you’d earned the group’s trust, it was difficult for them not to notice how useful your lack of height could be in certain situations
- whenever one of the kids got a toy stuck in an inconveniently tight space, you would be the adult they summoned
- but equally, when the group found a decently large herd of walkers that they wanted to lead away from the prison, they looked to you as the first person to run by them and get to the other side of the herd, because you were the least likely to be spotted
“Naw, ‘s not happenin’.” Daryl shook his head, and Rick sighed.
“It’s the smartest play, you know it is.”
You nodded. “Yeah, and I’ve got no problem with it. At the start if this thing, all I did was run and hide, it’s what Im good at.”
- Daryl scoffed and stormed off, not even slightly onboard with you being the one in the most dangerous position of that whole thing. he knew it was the best option, but he would rather anybody else took that job and you stayed home. Daryl couldnt understand why he was so angry at the thought of you being in danger, but worst of all...when had he started referring to the prison as ‘home’?
- obviously, you ran after the big bad angry crossbowman, and soon enough you were walking at his side
“Why have you always gotta walk so fast?! Takes a lot for these little legs to keep up, y’know!”
- a small smile curled at the corner of Daryl’s mouth, and you nudged him playfully
“That’s better. Now, you wanna tell me what that was all about?”
- Daryl shrugged, having never been one to put his feelings into words without Merle calling him a pussy before he’d even opened his mouth, but you wouldnt do that to him, Daryl knew that, so he tried
“Jus’ don’...don’ want you t’ be in danger.” He managed, and your eyes softened as they stared up at him.
“Daryl, you’ll be on the other side of the street-“
He cut you off by shaking his head. “Ain’ enough. Sum’ could still happen.”
You rolled your eyes. “I can handle myself.”
Daryl was quiet for a moment, choosing his next words carefully, and he decided to test the water.
“Ain’ much t’ handle.”
- you were silent, and Daryl immediately regretted what he’d said. you stopped walking, and he turned to look at you, trying to piece together your reaction from how wide your eyes were
“Was that...a short joke?”
- Daryl could only nod, very quickly realising that this was neither the time nor the place to make a joke, the mood was completely off and he couldnt explain why he decided to do it if he tried
- but then, you burst out laughing
- once you’d calmed down, you explained to Daryl that you heard every short joke in existence throughout school, but once you became an adult the jokes died out, in the workplace it wasnt professional or whatever. but you missed the jokes even then, and when the world changed, there were even less of them. it had been years since anyone had made an actual joke about your height
- so, Daryl made it his mission to make playful jokes about it whenever he could after that
“Anyone seen (Y/N)?” He’d ask when you were standing right in front of him, he’d look over your head and pretend to look around for you until he couldnt resist glancing down at you and laughing.
“Rain’s eased up, gonna go out on a hunt, it’s hot out there now. But how’s the weather down there?” Of course, Daryl Dixon found a way to incorporate the classics.
“Best stay behin’ me, cant promise I wont think yer a mouse out there an’ shoot ya by mistake.” He teased whenever you walked next to him on a hunt.
“Daryl, I swear, I will spin your jaw if you dont shut up.” You’d say, and Daryl would smirk.
“If ya can reach.”
And you’d sigh. “Fine, I’ll just bite your ankles.”
“Sure ya can reach those?” Daryl would answer effortlessly, knowing he could continue forever.
“Daryl I SWEAR-“ You’d yell, and he’d burst out laughing.
- anytime anyone around you used the words “little”, “small”, “shorter”, Daryl found a way to spin it on you
“We should take this road, it’d be shorter-“ Rick began, and then he closed his eyes in a pained blink, waiting for what he knew was coming.
Daryl smirked, diverting his gaze from the map on the hood of the car and glancing down at you beside him.
“Shorter, huh. Remin’s me o’ someone.”
- anytime anyone asked anyone “what’s up” you could guarantee that from somewhere else in the prison, you would hear Daryl Dixon yell out “NOT (Y/N)!”
- secretly he found your lack of height to be very endearing, the way you looked up at him was adorable, the ease with which you could jump on his back at anytime for a piggyback ride without fatally wounding him, the fact that the cliché short-problem of having to ask someone else to reach stuff for you and Daryl usually being the closest person for you to ask. he loved it, and he made sure to remind you with a series of cute height-related petnames
“‘ey, mouse, c’mon, aint got all day.”
“Been lookin’ all over for you, li’l one, where ya been?”
“Listen, small person, ya better ease up on that tone with me.”
- later on when your relationship progressed, Daryl introduced the petname of “doll” cuz thinks you’re small and cute like a doll, but he only uses that petname in softer moments between you, like if you’re upset or he’s tired
- and he didnt see your height as a weakness either. once you’d joined him for a few hunts, Daryl could see that you really could handle yourself, you were a strong fighter, he had no doubts there. but he couldnt help worrying that you were just a little more fragile because of how small you were, it was a natural worry to have, all things considered, and you loved his protectiveness of you, so you definitely werent complaining
- the only problem with Daryl’s protectiveness was that it extended to him wanting to beat the shit out of anyone else who joked about your height
- Rick, Maggie, Beth, Hershel, Glenn, Carol, Michonne- the entire core group as well as Tyereese because he’s a fkin unit, they were all allowed to make fun of your height, but anyone else who tried had a death wish
- sometimes new arrivals would be stupid enough to voice their opinions on you being inferior and incapable because of your height when Daryl was nearby. they’d joke about wondering how you made it this far, assuming you’d been living safely since the start otherwise you wouldnt have made it, assuming everyone around you needed to protect you because you were a liability
- and Daryl would be there in an instant
“The hell’d you just say?!” He’d growl from your side.
“Anyone built like that cant even reach the top shelf, let alone survive in a world like this! It’s survival of the fittest, plain and simple!” The idiot would be stupid enough to say, laughing through his own explanation.
And then Daryl would knock him to the ground a lot less playfully than he knocked you to the ground on the day you met, he’d be on top of the idiot and punching him until someone (usually Rick) pulled him off.
You’d be there right away, standing on your tiptoes to hold Daryl’s face in your hands and calm him down. He’d rest his forehead against yours and ask if you were alright, if the idiot had hurt your feelings ‘cause “if he did I’ll go right back over there an-“ and you’d say no. You’d take him back to your cell and clean up his split knuckles while Daryl just watched you, utterly mesmerised.
And then you’d sit on his lap, his arms wrapping around you without him having to think about it.
“What would I do without you?” The question would pass your lips quietly, as though truly bewildered by wondering what life would be like without Daryl in it.
“Hear a lot less jokes.” He’d reply, his voice rumbling in his chest, you’d feel it through his shirt, against your palm.
You’d laugh, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “And be a lot leas happy.”
#daryl dixon#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon imagine#imagine#imagines#x reader#fanfic#fanfiction#headcannon#headcannons
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Obey Me Incorrect Quotes
A/N: Haha sleep deprivation go brrrrr
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MC: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Simeon and not do the thing,
MC: Well there’s a clear right answer here.
MC: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*
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Barbatos’, at Solomon’s “funeral”: I need a moment with them.
Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves*
Barbatos, leaning over Solomon’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.
Solomon, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.
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Asmodeus: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.
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Satan: ARE YOU-
MC: Fucking.
Satan: KIDDING ME?! YOU-
MC: Fucking.
Satan: IDIOT!
Beelzebub: …What was that?
MC: Lucifer banned Satan from swearing, so I’m helping him out.
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Simeon: The odds of this happening by coincidence are vanishingly small.
Satan: I would say infinitesimally.
Mammon: And I'd say teenily-weenily. We all know words
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Leviathan: I lost my fish.. :(
Beelzebub, cooking the fish: …Uhm…
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Solomon: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce.
Luke: Are you okay???
Solomon: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce. Pay attention.
Simeon: No, they mean other than that.
Solomon: Ohhhhhh.
Solomon: I haven't slept in 4 days.
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Belphegor: Why were you up yesterday until 3am?
Mammon: How did you know I was up until 3am?
Lucifer: We could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS intro every 25 minutes.
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Mammon: If we don’t get out of this alive… If we’re both about to die… I love you, MC!
*Neither of them die*
MC: …
Mammon: …
MC: So do you wanna talk about somethi-
Mammon: No thank you.
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MC: How long do you reckon it’ll be until Simeon finally snaps and commits murder?
Solomon: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to them.
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MC: We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship!
Mephisto: We’re not friends.
MC, holding an axe: We’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.
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Asmodeus: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.
Satan: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them
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Beelzebub: I’m so jetlagged I can’t even regrender my chorf.
*Everyone stares at Beel*
Beelzebub: …I don’t even know what I was trying to say.
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Asmodeus: What's worse than a heartbreak?
Satan: Stepping on a cat's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.
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Luke: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Lucifer doesn't take me seriously enough.
Mammon: "Sometimes"?
Solomon: "Enough"?
Luke: …
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Lucifer: Lord Diavolo? What are you doing here?
Diavolo, wearing a hawaiian shirt, sunglasses and holding a gatorade: My best.
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Mammn: *is throwing stones at MC’s window*
MC: You have a phone for a reason, Mammon!
*THUD*
MC: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!
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Solomon: Guess who just found out the difference between wax paper and parchment paper the hard way?
Asmodeus: Wait, what’s the difference?
Solomon: One you can use in the oven safely, and the other you can also use in the oven... if the thing you are trying to make happens to be fire.
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Solomon: Wow, they really hate us.
Asmodeus: Yea, perhaps they’re homophobic.
Solomon: But we’re not gay, Asmo.
Asmodeus: We’re not?
#obey me incorrect quotes#obey me: one master to rule them all#obey me shall we date#obey me brothers#obey me side characters#obey me mc#obey me crack#sleep deprived af
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Aqua Regia IV: Screaming at the sunshine, singing in the rain.
Previous chapter // Next chapter // First chapter
Neuvillette x Fem!reader
Word count: 2.5k
The honourable Iudex realizes that you are much more fragile than he is, and perhaps standing in the cold rain isn’t the best for your health.
Authors Note: little suggestive again, but man am i ever loving this awkward tension and inner turmoilllllll heheheheh
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It was raining again.
He really couldn’t help himself, the emotions churning within him as he stormed away from the entrance to the fortress. He kept a calm facade as he eyed everyone— people going about their day, although complaining about the rain.
He’s sure he would complain too, if it didn’t feel so soothing on his skin.
It poured, and poured. He stood still then, watching as everyone around him rushed off, finding shelter or just running to their destinations as opposed to walking.
He could barely see three feet in front of him, the rain a heavy curtain on his angst.
How could he have done such a thing? So careless and violent?
He was well aware of the friendship between you and Duke Wriothesley. He spoke of you with Neuvillette just weeks after you were hired.
“Oh, you hired her?” Wriothesley said, smiling thoughtfully. “You’ll love her, she’s such a doll. Has she started doting on you yet? Wishing to cater to your every whim if it so pleases his honour?”
Neuvillette wrinkled his nose a bit at the tease, choosing to ignore the strange feelings stirring within him at Wriothesley’s comments. “You know of her?”
Wriothesley laughed. “Know of her? She’s the closest thing I have to a best friend. We used to terrorize the streets together as kids. Sneaking out and causing all kinds of trouble. All within the law, of course.” He winked.
“Oh?” Neuvillette was genuinely intrigued. A friend of the Duke of Meropide was certainly a worthy character. You seemed to be interconnected with many aspects of his life before he even knew you. If he believed in fate, perhaps one might say it was destiny that brought you to his employment. “I thought you didn’t keep many friends, being quite isolated down here.”
“Is the honourable Iudex attempting to start a personal conversation?” Wriothesley smirked, setting down his cup. “Regardless, she’s one of the few people I enjoy making time for. Very genuine, very caring. One in a million, if you ask me. Don’t go firing her if she does something stupid like spilling your tea, she deserves this job.”
“I am not so petty as to do such a thing, your grace.” Neuvillette bristles. “She has proved to be an excellent assistant, and I foresee her continuing to do so.”
And you were excellent, he found himself caring very deeply for you. So when he rounded the top of the stairs to Wriothesley’s office and saw his hand resting so comfortably on your arm, he should have been fine, just fine.
Perhaps he should have cleared his throat, maybe verbally announced his presence.
But a dark, angry and possessive thing welled up inside him, rearing his ugly green head at the sight of someone else touching you, touching what was his—
Neuvillette hung his head in shame, squeezing his eyes shut at the thoughts running through his mind.
No, you were not his. His assistant, maybe?
No, this was deeper. More primal. It ate at a part of him and he wanted it gone. He felt so disturbed, so disgusting and ashamed.
You didn’t deserve these kinds of thoughts, they were ugly and unprofessional. You were an incredibly hard worker, kind and dedicated—you deserve the utmost respect from him. Not… not whatever this was.
Just as you ran through his mind, his sensitive ears heard your footsteps running their way closer to where he stood in the rain.
“Monsieur!” You yelled over the sound of water pounding into the pavement. “Monsieur Neuvillette!” You finally made it close enough that he could see you more clearly now, your dress soaked right through, hair damp and clinging to your face and ears. You blinked the rain from your eyes, looking around frantically until you spotted him, before you ran right up to him, clutching the sleeve of his soaked coat.
“Sir! Are you okay?” You said loudly, tugging on him slightly. “Neuvillette?”
“You’re soaked to the bone,” he said aimlessly, watching as water poured over your skin, eyes following the trails down your face and neck, until they disappeared into the heavy fabric of your clothes.
“So are you!” You looked up at him. “I know you love walking in the rain, but it's rather cold today, don’t you think?” Your eyebrows tightened with concern, a careful smile on your face.
Your question seemed to snap him out of his thoughts, and he realized that— yes, it is rather cold today, and you were standing here with him, soaked through. While he didn’t have to worry much about illnesses, you very much did.
“Oh, my!’ He shook away the pity party he was throwing himself, (a term he learned while working very closely with furina for many years,) gently taking your arm and pulling you towards his home, which was only a few buildings away. “Please, this way!”
You followed dutifully, and he couldn't help but think your skin felt too cold through the damp fabric where he held your arm as he pulled you along. He unlocked his door in record time, ushering you in and closing it behind him.
“You have my sincerest apologies, but—“ he stuttered, turning to look at you in bewilderment and concern. “Why did you follow me even after it started raining? You should have turned right around and gone back to the fortress! Or to your own home!”
You wrung out your hair a bit, letting the water splash onto his front door mat, which was now nearly soaked with the two of you standing, dripping on it. “You seemed like you were troubled, I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
He stared at you, now aware at how close you were standing to fit onto his door mat.
“I…” his gaze flickered in between your eyes, until it fell to the floor. He felt ashamed for raising his voice, even if it was out of concern. “You need a warm shower, and dry clothes.”
“Oh,” you said, turning towards the door, “I can just go—“
“No.” He said sternly. “No, please. Just one moment.”
He hurried upstairs to his room, leaving you in the foyer. He avoided making direct eye contact with his nest as he gathered up what he needed from his room. He stripped down his outermost layers, hanging them up as he went.
He gathered a towel, a washcloth, one of his spare sleep shirts, and a light pair of his nicest cotton sleep pants, (an older pair with a drawstring) he brought the pile back out into the foyer, and instructed for you to follow him.
He led you to the downstairs bathroom, setting the pile down on the counter.
“I’ll be in the kitchen, making some hot tea to warm you further. Please, take your time.”
You blinked at him in bewilderment, before looking around his bathroom.
“I…” you shook your head a bit, as if to shake your thoughts away. A rather comical action in his mind, but he was distracted by your form— which has started to shiver.
“Please, before you catch a cold.” He said, and you simply nodded at him, so he took it as a little victory and promptly vacated the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
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You were in Neuvillettes house.
In his bathroom, standing shivering in soaking wet clothes.
Clothes you needed desperately to get out of.
So why were your limbs frozen?
Why were you so awestruck at the fact that Neuvillette, someone who purposely kept people at arms length— had invited you into his home, urged you to get into a hot shower and warm clothes, (his clothes) and was probably making you tea as you debated just jumping out the window and making a break for it.
No, no. You wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself. You would simply do as he instructed, wait out the rain, and return home to pretend that none of this ever happened, for the better part of your sanity.
All you wanted was to make sure Neuvillette was alright. He’d been acting a bit strangely the past few weeks, and you couldn’t help but worry for him.
You gave your cheeks a couple good smacks, trying to pull yourself together.
Without putting too much thought into it, you started the shower and began undressing.
Within seconds, the water was steaming, much better than anything you had growing up, and a bit more efficient than your current apartment shower.
Neuvillette lived in one of the older buildings in the court, yet the interior seemed to be completely new and updated. You wonder how long he’d lived here.
You began the grueling process of stripping out of your wet and heavy clothes, hanging them over the top of the shower stall door.
You tried not to think too much about the fact you were standing naked in your boss's bathroom, and grabbed the washcloth he provided you before hopping into the warm shower.
You instantly felt better, and let a long groan of satisfaction slip as you let the water flow over you.
You slapped a hand over your mouth, suddenly remembering that Neuvillette 100% had heightened senses, and could most likely hear every sound you made, considering he could determine your heart rate from across a room. You did not want him thinking you were doing something inappropriate in his shower.
You let the water fall on you silently as you thought more about him, and his peculiarities that you’d noticed. You had a couple theories about him, perhaps now would be a good time to ask for the truth.
You looked around the stall, spotting some soaps and shampoos that didn’t seemed to be used very much, and you surmised that Neuvillette must have a personal bathroom in his room, or on the second floor.
You flushed a bit before you grabbed the soap, bringing it beneath your nose to take a deep breath, smelling the soap.
Yep, it smelled like him. And no, you would not think too hard about why you knew his scent so well.
Of course Neuvillette would only buy one kind of soap and put it in every bathroom, what happens if he decides to shower downstairs one night? He certainly didn’t have very many guests, considering Wriothesley told you that he’d only just now started opening up to others.
You chewed your lip as you lathered the washcloth in his soap, before scrubbing away the cold that still seeped into your bones.
You really hoped that the altercation at the fortress didn’t affect their relationship.
What even happened there?
Why did Neuvillette react in such a way? Did he think that Wriothesley was harming you in some way? No, he knew better than that, Wriothesley would never, and Neuvillette knows that.
So what was it?
You wracked your brain as the warmth finally spread through you, and the chill from the rain had finally left. You couldn’t come to a logical conclusion and decided you would ask him when the time felt right.
You finished your shower relatively quickly, indulging only a little bit at the warmth and smell of Neuvillettes soap surrounding you before you got out and dried yourself off.
Your things were still soaked, but Neuvillette had left some clothes in a pile for you, so you pulled them off the counter and held them up to your frame.
They were definitely his clothes, and your cheeks felt hot as you realized you would be wearing his things, in front of him. In his house. Smelling like his soap.
You felt like your face was going to melt off as you shrugged on the shirt, it falling just above your knees and the sleeves being far too long.
You’d never really acknowledged it before, but Neuvillette truly was a lot bigger than you, he was a lot bigger than most people. Tall, with broad shoulders and a lean waist that he hid under all of that finery he insisted upon wearing.
You eyed the pants he gave you, seeing that at least they had a drawstring, so you had some hope of them staying on your hips.
After pulling everything on, you quietly creeped out the door, looking up and down the hallway as if you were expecting him to be standing there waiting for you.
Instead, you were met with silence. You closed the bathroom door, and as you stepped into the hall, you heard your name called out from a room just a few feet to your right.
Your bare feet papped against the hardwood as you treaded down the hall, before you stopped in the doorway of a beautiful living room, a large sofa and comfortable looking reading chairs facing a rather opulent fireplace, which was blazing with glorious heat.
“Here,” Neuvillette said, standing and coming behind you. He guided you to the couch, having you sit against the comfortable throw pillows on the arm rest as he pulled a blanket across your shoulders. The act felt so domestic it made your heart lurch, but you just huddled into the soft fleece and tried to blink away your shame.
“Are you feeling the cold still? I have tea ready if you would like it.” He turned as if to go get it, but you reached out a hand, gentle fingers tugging on the sleeve of his freshly changed shirt, dry and warm.
“No, ah—“ you looked in your lap, removing your hand, feeling incredibly embarrassed at your impulsive actions. “I’d honestly just like if you sat with me and kept me company for now, if that's alright.”
“Oh.” He said, turning back towards you. “That should be fine, yes.”
He sat down on the other end of the couch, the obscenely long and ornate thing was surprisingly comfortable, and looked incredibly antique, though extremely well maintained. You couldn't help but mourn the space the couch left between the two of you, but you knew those thoughts weren’t appropriate.
“Are you feeling more comfortable?” He asked, eyes on the crackling fire.
The warm glow illuminated his profile beautifully, and your heart ached once more at how stunning this man was. You hated yourself for being so weak to something as superficial as someone’s appearance, but Neuvillette had to be the most beautiful man you’d ever had the pleasure to meet.
He turned to face you, and you watched his lips form your name as he called out to you in concern, obviously waiting for a response.
“What?” You blinked at him, watching his ethereal eyes reflect the glow of the fire, the light casting part of his face into the shadows of the room, making the contours of his face more apparent. “Sorry, yes. I’m comfortable.”
You squirmed as you realized your thoughts were at risk of traveling somewhere less than savory incredibly quickly, and you refused to ruin this man's pants with your shame, if only for the fact that you would have to throw yourself from the falls afterwards— and that might upset him more than the pants.
“Good, good.” He said, turning back and looking towards the fire once more. He seemed stiff, and the silence was becoming awkward.
You looked past him to the living room window, the darkness of the evening creeping in as the rain battered against the window, showing zero signs of calming any time soon. You were either going to need to learn to start a casual conversation with the Iudex, or this encounter would be the death of you.
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People have opinions about kids, etc great state opinions, but when they post as absolute facts is the problem accompanied by fake voices on videos and blurred pix, that's a problem. Making up lies as facts are the problem. Denigrating Cait and or Sam or worse their families members because you have no real proof is wrong and goes beyond having a peaceful opinion.
Dear Opinion Anon,
First, our traditional spelling bee, because you people still did not learn how to write properly, ok?
People have opinions about kids, etc. great Great: state opinions, but when they post as absolute facts is the problem, accompanied by fake voices on videos and blurred pix, that's a problem. Making up lies as facts are is the problem. Denigrating Cait and/or Sam, or worse, their families' members, because you have no real proof, is wrong and goes beyond having a peaceful opinion.
Look at you, little fascist who knows nothing about the subject-verb agreement in English grammar! Being told what is right and what is wrong by someone clearly unable to properly read and write does not help, pumpkins. Send in your green berets, next time, please: this is way past boring!
I always said I shall speak only for myself on this page. So I am asking you:
Where did you see that particular video on this blog?
Where did you see those funeral pics on this blog? Let alone I explained why I never posted them and you bunch of coward liars all cackled. At length.
Where did I insult Sam's family members on this blog?
Where did I insult Cait's family members on this blog?
When and where did I stalk Sam, Cait or their entourage, unlike one of your queens?
And the question summing them all up:
Do you have a problem with freedom of speech in general?
People post whatever they want to post. They do not need me or you or Moo or *urv or Marple to tell them what to think or post. It is their constitutional right. This is not North Korea: this is an immaterial, almost completely deregulated space, where the demand for information meets the available offer via clicks, shares and comments. Other information is traded in DMs, Telegram groups and other outlets.
Have I made myself clear?
I'll tell you what. You are at once very nervous, curious and afraid of the whole bunch of things we collectively know. You still cannot understand how and why we are still here. You are perplexed by the number of intelligent professionals that are actively debunking all the shite you post regularly. You are upset by the fact real, strong friendships exist in here: something perhaps unheard of in your halls of gloom. And we elicit this reaction only based upon roughly 10 to 15% of the whole content in our, again collective, possession. If you knew all we know, your brain couldn't take it, duckie.
And then I know something else:
No shipper, ever, phoned an employer of an Anti to explain their employee was on Tumblr instead of doing their job.
No shipper, ever, phoned resorts, hotels or airline offices around the world in an attempt to find out where S, C, their progeny or other side players were, at a given moment in time.
No shipper, ever, used their own contacts' network to send false messages about the other side of the fandom war to the two leads, STARZ or the OL production team.
No shipper, ever, sent heinous comments on Anti blogs.
No shipper, ever, harassed Twitter and Instagram posters with endless questions about the time, place and people present at a randomly given event.
No shipper, ever, mounted via sock accounts a whole denigration and calumny campaign on Twitter when one of the leads was involved in a PR blunder.
No shipper, ever, used sexually loaded vocabulary to express 'appreciation' for the actors' work.
No shipper, ever, went on Wikipedia to repeatedly edit the male lead's dedicated page in order to include false sexual orientation reference, which then was screencapped and used as 'evidence' in subsequent flaming wars.
And many more...
You know, people have criticized me for even answering you. But answer you I shall, every time I shall think a reminder is necessary. I think shippers have turned the other cheek for way longer than they should have: a strategic choice that gave you both space and confidence. That you all went in a frenzy just before Christmas tells me perhaps more than you'd think about the kind of people you really are.
I am done with you. Don't bother coming back - you will be immediately blocked: you, your terrible grammar and your impertinence.
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