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yamujiburo · 2 months

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HANAMUSA HEADCANONS

Woo! Some fun lil headcanons~

Jessie and Delia Headcanons

Delia is a morning person and was surprised to learn that Jessie was even more of a morning person than her

Jessie's a massive romantic and is usually the one to plan all their dates

Jessie and Delia enjoy doing karaoke together

After finding out Delia wanted to be model, Jessie started making a lot of new outfits for her using her years of expertise from making disguises

Jessie enjoys giving Delia makeovers and Delia loves getting them

Delia enjoys being big spoon

Delia initiated their first kiss

Jessie cuts Delia’s hair for her

Once Jessie becomes a nurse and starts going to work, Delia starts packing lunches for her every day. It’s usually way too much food

Whenever Delia’s working in the kitchen, Jessie’s always waddling right behind her. Not really being much help but Delia doesn’t mind

Jessie's not great at cooking but makes an effort to make food for Delia when she notices Delia's tired. It's usually bad but Delia appreciates the thought

Delia is incredibly fond of Jessie’s Pokémon, Wobbuffet and Gourgeist in particular

Delia is terrified of snake Pokémon

Delia never really drank before meeting Jessie but now they have wine nights together. They usually end with Jessie passed out in Delia’s lap

When Delia gets really drunk, she gets REALLY affectionate and grabby

Delia can't swim and it's her secret shame

Professor Oak is very cordial with Jessie but also wary of her. He mostly wants to make sure Delia is taken care of and won't get her heart broken

Pikachu comes around to Jessie rather quickly after realizing she’s not really a threat and finding out how good at head scratches she is (she has nice long nails)

Mimey takes the longest to come around to Jessie

Jessie calls Delia “my Deerling” and Delia calls Jessie "Smoochum"

Delia loves when Jessie gives her kisses on the forehead

Delia is a huge Jessilina fan. Jessie reveals that she is Jessilina but Delia doesn’t believe her at first

Jessie and Delia do a lot of movie nights together. Jessie loves sobbing at romcoms and Delia likes really fucked up horror movies for some reason (Jessie’s terrified of them but doesn’t want Delia to think she’s a coward)

Jessie likes to randomly scoop Delia up and carry her around the house

Delia picked up a habit of talking to herself prior to Jessie moving in. It frequently catches Jessie off guard

Jessie gets irritated when people flirt with Delia. Mostly because that's her girl but also because she's mad they weren't flirting with her, herself.

Delia tends to keep a lot of her negative feelings to herself but after meeting Jessie and seeing how unapologetically expressive she is, she starts letting her guard down a bit. She rants about rude customers and Jessie could listen to her all day

Because she lived alone for so long, Delia sometimes needs her space. Jessie’s still getting used to this (as someone who hates being alone)

Delia is very particular about how chores are done as well as how things are organized in her house

Prior to getting her own job, Jessie would just do chores then sit around at the Ketchum house waiting for Delia to come home. She’s very bad at entertaining herself

Jessie puts on a healthy amount of relationship weight over time. Long gone are the days of Jessie eating snow (out of necessity) and starving

Jessie still likes snowgasboard as a treat

Delia and Jessie both have abandonment issues and require a lot of reassurance from one another

Delia's not super strong but she starts working out in order to one day carry Jessie on their wedding day

Jessie, who is used to being on the run, gets antsy from staying home more frequently. She takes up a lot of yoga and running. Delia joins sometimes.

Ash Headcanons

When Ash first found out that his mom was dating Jessie, he was, justifiably, suspicious of her.

Early on Ash would secretly prank Jessie in hopes that it'd make her leave

Jessie and Ash slowly bond through Pokémon battles as well as sharing Pokémon facts with each other

Ash never calls Jessie “mom” and she’s very okay with that. He does however call her “dad” to piss her off

Jessie calls Ash “champ” in retaliation

Jessie's been quietly invested in Ash's love life, having seen him travel with so many people and witnessing all the crushes people have had on him.

James Headcanons

James is aroace and happy not being in a relationship

Now that he's settled down in Pallet, James spends a lot of his time indulging in his many hobbies (bottle cap/Pokéball collecting, gardening, building miniature models of various things, raising and training Pokémon, etc.)

Because Jessie kept passing out at wine nights, Delia started inviting James to them and it's now become more of their thing

James started off as just a waiter at Delia's restaurant but Delia found out he was great at cooking so they exchange roles sometimes

Jessie frequently goes to him for advice on how to impress Delia and be a better person for her. He's the nicest person she knows.

Jessie is still pretty affectionate and close with James and he gets freaked out about it, thinking Delia would have a problem with it (she does not)

James and Ash really get along. Even early on when he was still getting used to Jessie being around the house, he'd confide in James (and James, like a secret helper, would help Jessie out by letting her know Ash's needs)

Meowth Headcanons

Meowth took getting fired from Team Rocket the hardest

Delia and Professor Oak filled the Giovanni shaped hole in his heart

Oak had a really hard time trusting Meowth at first and whenever he translated anything from the Pokémon, Oak wasn't sure whether to believe him or not

After some time working at Oak's lab, Oak gave Meowth a pet on the head after he did a good job and it altered his brain chemistry forever

Meowth had a hard time making friends with Ash's Pokémon at Oak's lab (obviously) but Infernape, right away was happy to have him around. He helped all the Pokémon come around and get to know Meowth

Meowth was the first one to pick up on Jessie's crush on Delia. Unlike James, he didn't get too involved, worried that Jessie dating Delia then potentially blowing it might ruin a good thing (his views on love are a bit jaded after his experiences)

Meowth is now very supportive of Jessie and Delia, and is happy that one of his best friends found love

Other Headcanons

Professor Oak is very cordial with Jessie but also wary of her. He mostly wants to make sure Delia is taken care of and won't get her heart broken

Pikachu comes around to Jessie rather quickly after realizing she’s not really a threat and finding out how good at head scratches she is (she has nice long nails)

Mimey takes the longest to come around to Jessie. Jessie's asked Meowth to help her figure out what Mimey's deal is but Meowth is also scared to talk to Mimey.

Seviper desperately longs for Delia's love and attention but she's too scared of it. She eventually gets to the point where she can pet it with no issues as long as Jessie is also in the room

Early on, Delia's customers start to pick up on the fact that Delia was happier. They assumed she'd finally found a new boyfriend but they were very surprised to find out she was dating a bombshell of a woman

The people of Pallet were initially a bit scared of Jessie. Not a lot of women there look quite like her. She has an intimidating aura but over time find that she's quite pleasant, especially when she's with Delia

General Team Rocket Heacanons!

#hanamusa #hanamusashipping #headcanons

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renthony · 7 days

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We just started watching Dungeon Meshi, and these are my impressions of the characters so far, based on just the first two episodes:

Laios: Holy shit, y'all were not lying about the autism of this lad. I love him. Part of me is like, "that's my son," and part of me is like, "he is me." I love his enthusiasm for Weird Shit. Half my household thought he was actually a butch lesbian before we started the show, but tbh, he can still be a butch lesbian if you're not a coward. He/him butches ilusm.

Marcille: Absolute mess (affectionate). I find her frustrating, but in a way that's actually really enjoyable, because fictional women don't always get to be genuinely flawed. I have known this woman. I'm excited to see her do more stuff. I like that she's an actual character and not just a flat "girls hate icky things and scream a lot" stereotype.

Chilchuck: Transmasc swag. Would get along with Davenport from The Adventure Zone. I keep seeing memes about how he's a union man and labor rights icon, but we haven't gotten that far yet.

Senshi: I knew I was going to love him, but holy fuck, I LOVE HIM. I think he should hang out with Tatsu from The Way of the Househusband. Being a fan of SungWon Cho's comedy and getting to hear him voice Senshi is such a treat. If Chilchuck would hang out with Davenport, Senshi would hang out with Merle.

I'm hyped to watch more and catch up with the rest of y'all. :D

#original post #dungeon meshi

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trentsgirl · 8 months

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⟡ summary: your cat, nemo, is an absolute menace. will he get along with your boyfriend’s dog?

⟡ note: thank u so much for the request, i absolutely love this idea:))

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“she’s glaring,” joão points out solemnly, body sprawled over the couch in a relaxed manner, and with you by his side.

nemo, your orange cat, fixates her gaze upon joão’s dog, floki, emanating an aura of palpable hostility. her eyes, brimming with an intensity that signals imminent peril.

your lips subtly take the form of a slender line, discerning the overt animosity that permeates nemo’s eyes. positioned a mere few inches away from floki, she assumes a defensive stance, her demeanor reflecting a mix of caution and hostility, as evidenced by her elevated tail.

“she’s just checking to make sure he’s not dangerous,” you confidently assert, although a hint of hesitation lingers in your words. deep down, you can only hope that nemo won’t unexpectedly lash out.

she’s quite the menace.

“nah, can’t you see those eyes? she obviously wants to annihilate floki,” joão proclaims, his voice dripping with solemnity, despite the situation not being so grave.

however, both of you are resolute in your determination to make your pets get along. after all, you hoped that one day you would move in together, and it would be challenging to handle if nemo and floki despised each other.

“annihilate? you’re exaggerating now,” you roll my eyes. “she’s just a cat, not a murderer,” you add, playfully ruffling joão’s hair.

joão gazes into your eyes with a serious expression. “she could be with those eyes,” he retorts, removing your hand from his hair. “and stop messing with my hair,” he adds, slightly annoyed.

as your banter and minor disagreement persist, nemo takes a few more cautious steps towards floki, who lies on his dog bed, brimming with trepidation.

“even your dog is scared of her, both you are such cowards.” you deadpan, voice laced with a thick layer of sarcasm, as you cast a scornful gaze upon your boyfriend.

“mind you, your menace of a cat almost clawed my eye out the first i’d met her,” he asserts, his words evoking an unsettling memory that causes a shiver to ripple down your spine.

“she may not have taken an immediate liking to you, yeah. but, she’s very fond of you now,” you assert, feeling a surge of defensiveness rise within you in support of your beloved nemo.

joão falls silent, his gaze fixed upon the two pets, his eyes widening in astonishment. you tear my eyes away from joão, directing my attention towards nemo and floki.

a heartwarming sight greets you as you witness the two furry pets snuggled together, their bond evident in their affectionate embrace.

“am i dreaming or is nemo finally acting… civil,” joão muses, his voice tinged with bewilderment and astonishment. the unexpected behavior of nemo has left you both perplexed and amazed.

“i can’t believe this…”

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recreationalfanfics · 1 year

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yandere Buddha, Poseiden, and Thor fall in love with a sea goddess darling that already has a husband.

Maybe add a "please" next time but I get what you mean!

I also decided to make it that the husband is a mortal, just for that extra bit of spice.

Yandere! Buddha:

Before Buddha joined the Valkyrie's side, you were one of the Gods who openly protested against the destruction of humanity. Buddha already had his eye on you but this only confirmed deep in his mind that you...you were absolutely perfect. You were always so graceful and elegant, taking everything in stride. When the God's side jeered and hissed at you, you still kept your head high and winked playfully at the human's side. When Buddha announced he was fighting for humanity, it was you who greeted him first.

"I knew you were different," You smiled kindly, "I'm glad the power of being a God didn't go to your head."

Your praises brought a smile to his face, and he chuckled at your words.

"I could say the exact same to you." He retorted. You shrugged, "I mean, of course I would. My husband is a human after all!"

....H...Had he heard you correctly?

You had a husband? Buddha's heart fell in his chest but his face remained it's usual relaxed expression. You thank him again for his allegiances and leave him standing by himself in the middle of the hallway. He chomped down on the lollipop in his mouth and a small muffled "crack" could be heard, his eyes hardening and brimming with the ugliest emotion a human and a God could have...

Jealousy.

- Buddha isn't against humanity, he's just got a thing against your husband specifically. This is shown whenever you bring him around and such and Buddha will always smile at you and nod his head respectfully to your husband but...something is off about his aura. Something that makes your husband anxious but nod back with a timid smile.

- Pathetic. Puny. Weak. Unfit. Unworthy. UNFAIR. These were all the words that would pop into Buddha's head whenever he saw you with your lover. The way you smiled at him, the way you laughed at his jokes, the affectionate kisses and embraces that he wishes so badly to be his.

- What attracted you to him? What is it that you saw in him? While Buddha appreciates the uniqueness of all mortals, this man was absolutely the most boring and normal person he's ever met. So how...how could he have captured your divine heart?

- Was it just because he was human? If so, Buddha used to be human too! He wonders if he still was one, he would be the one by your side. He would be the one who gets to wake up next to you and hold you tenderly in his arms.

- But he wouldn't be able to protect you, as well. In fact, neither was your husband. The more Buddha thought about it, the more angrier he got. He's glad that you chose to fight for Humanity but if HE were your husband, he wouldn't have made you fight. He would've volunteered himself instead, regardless of his power or strength or not.

- During your match, he glares at your husband as he cheers you on and watches you fight instead of being in your place and doing it himself. Every injury you receive, Buddha blames it on your husband who yelled your name and was clearly concerned...just not concerned enough to switch places with you.

- Buddha would have done so if it wasn't for Brunhilde, who seemed to notice his behavior was rather odd as of late, so she kept near him to keep an eye on him. So instead, Buddha just glares at your so-called "lover" as he silently calls him a coward in his head.

- Buddha would try to break you two up, he knows he shouldn't be meddling in your relationship but he'll try to plant seeds of doubt in both your mind and your husband's until one of you can finally see reason and break it off with the other.

- "Humans don't live as long as we do, you know?"/ "It must be hard being married to a Goddess, it must be hard to understand her at times." are all things he says.

- He wouldn't outright kill your husband, maybe set him up to be killed, but never kill him himself because he knows that if you ever found out, you'd never forgive him and that risk was too great.

- So he'll be patient, manipulating the both of you with doubt and planting new insecurities in hopes to make your relationship crack and crumble. If not, he could always play the long game and wait for your little human to die...wouldn't it be a shame if you expected his puny little soul to come to you, only to find out it mysteriously went to Niflhiem?

- It would be so devastating for you, poor thing. Don't worry, your beloved ally Buddha was here to comfort you and be your shoulder to cry on. Unlike your husband, he has all of eternity to make you his.

Yandere! Poseidon:

You and Poseidon may have been sea gods, but you two were extremely different in how you ruled your shared element. You represented the beauty of water, the elegance of the calm waves splashing along the coast, and the balance between all life and plants that grew. Poseidon was the harsh tidal waves and tsunamis that destroyed everything in sight, the harsh storm that sunk the ships of many, and his love for you was as deep and dark as the trenches that lay at the very bottom.

"Poseidon, I wish to have a word with you." You spoke through gritted teeth. The prideful God only stopped walking away from you but he turned his head to the side to silently let you know he was listening. You cut to the chase, "My husband nearly had another fatal accident when he was sailing. I had made it so the conditions were safe and peaceful for him, but suddenly it all changed without warning. Were you responsible?"

"Yes." He responds truthfully and instantly, unfazed by your irritated expression, "That is the risk you take when you have a mortal lover, humans die everyday."

"So do sudden changes in the sea happen everyday the exact moment my husband is too far from me to help?" You shot back.

Poseidon smirks and then turns his head forward, continuing to walk away from you.

"If you're so concerned about your husband, maybe tell him to avoid the seas." He responds coldly before thinking to himself, and the Goddess that watches over it.

- Poseidon knew about your husband from the start, he was there to witness your disgusting little love story play out in front of him and trust him when he said he tried to stop it. Tried to stop YOU from making the biggest mistake of your life.

- He knew mortals had a short life span and that, in God years, he wouldn't have to wait horribly long for your little human pet to die but it was unbearable. That rotten worm shouldn't even be able to breathe near you, nevermind, share your bed and feel your love.

- The God of the Sea had harbored feelings for you for so long, he did not pine and yearn for you in silence just so some wretched little ant can have you!

- It really is unfortunate for your poor husband that the one God who was practically obsessed with you had a burning hatred for humanity as well and he'd make it known without any shame.

- Everytime you call him out or speak against him for it, he doesn't address you, but your husband as he glares at the trifling little welp and says: "Must you always have her fight your battles, shrimp? You're her husband, aren't you?"/ "Poseidon, I am talking to you."/ "And I am talking to the useless little worm that you chose over me!"

- Poseidon is indeed petty because while he does love you, you've also badly injured his ego. Why not him? He was strong, powerful, and beautiful. You both even ruled over the seas, together, you'd be such a beautiful and powerful couple! But no, you had to be foolish and pick a mortal as your lover.

- Poseidon will end that human's life span whether you like it or not because in his mind, he is not the interloper in the relationship. It is your husband that is standing between him and you and the God of the Sea doesn't take kindly to obstacles that keep him from your side.

- He wasn't surprised like other Gods when you had chosen to defend humanity. He was disgusted and dissapointed, but not surprised.

- He will not interfere in your battle at first. He's rather smug whenever the God you're fighting with lands a hit on you and he shoots your husband a look. Pathetic, absolutely pathetic that the only thing the measly being can do is yell words of encouragement. When an injury seems a little too brutal, Poseidon will then interfere in the fight, DARING the other gods to oppose him.

- "Remember this moment, (Y/n). Remember how it was me who stepped in and not the husband that claims to love you so much. Think about this every night you lay next to him about how I had to save you and he was ready to stay on the sidelines and willing to watch you die."

- You are his. He is yours. This not a delusion that his mind created (even though it is), it is a cold hard fact. One that you and your disgusting cowardly lover need to see. He will not stop until he has you or until your lover is dead, or both.

Yandere! Thor:

Thor always felt his icy indifference melt when it came to you, someone who wasn't easily intimidated by his aloof demeanor and actually seemed to enjoy being around him. Perhaps your conversations where one sided, perhaps he didn't seem as excited to see you as you saw him, but you knew. You knew he had to love you, right?

Apparently not, because you only viewed him as a close friend and as a result, he was invited to your wedding ceremony as a guest of honor. For all those countless centuries of "friendship" you two had shared, centuries that meant more to him than mere friendship. Yet, he still attended your seaside wedding and to at least get a glimpse of the God who had stolen you away. Only to realize it was no God, but a human.

A small insignificant human.

You had the God of Thunder at your feet but you kicked him aside for some weak little human!?

He's cold and icy, per usual from everyone else's perspective, but you sensed something was off about it and how it wasn't his usual behavior. You always knew Thor better than most people. Yet, you brushed it off in favor of getting married to the small insignifact little lover of yours, and Thor watched with rage boiling in him as you both sealed your vows with a kiss.

His kiss.

The one he should've shared with you.

- Unlike the other two who try to interfere with your relationship, Thor will not. He is a man of honor and will respect your marriage...to the best of his ability.

- And unlike the other husband's from the last two scenarios, the one you had was a fighter. A good and strong one at that, a bit reckless for his own good, but it's what balanced you two out. Thor hated to see it but even he couldn't deny that he somewhat the appeal from your perspective.

- This human was better at expressing his emotions, had long winded and endless conversations with you, and was not afraid to show his affection to you. If...If Thor had been a little more like him, a bit more expressive...then would you have chosen him?

- He'd've changed a long time ago if he had known, he would've done anything to go back in time and stop living in this Hell. He so desperately wanted you but he simply couldn't have you, not when your husband was in the picture.

- Yes, he planned on waiting for your husband to die but it felt like every single kiss and every single action of love you two shared made time painfully slow and that his heart wanted to leap out of his chest, to tell you everything in hopes he wouldn't have to wait as long as he has to.

- Thor was not good with his feelings, only able to express them freely on the battlefield. But the battlefield of love was a bit harder for him. His storms were violent and there was a pain no magic or healers could fix, a pain he was convinced would heal if he only heard the words "I love you, Thor" from your lips.

- Loki is no help, because he tries to push Thor into snapping for his own sick amusement. I mean, his own cousin and Prince of Asgard allowing his crush to be stolen away from some human who can fight good? Please, it was hilarious to think about but also, he was curious as to how what Thor would do if he just...gave him a little nudge off the edge.

- Ragnarok's arrival was the perfect time to do so. You opposed humanity's destruction and joined their side, unsurprisingly, but your husband wouldn't fight alone. He presented the idea of being chosen a champion of humanity to Brunhilde and while you were upset he did so behind your back, it was just another reason you loved your stubborn human.

- When Loki found out about this, he presented the idea to Thor who just frowned. Your husband was a man of great bravery, it was no wonder you adored him, but Loki just snickered as his stupid cousin didn't realize this could work out in his favor.

- "After all, you're too much of a goody-goody to ruin their odd little union but...it would truly be a shame if something happened to her husband if he just bit off a bit more than he could chew going against a God. (Y/n) couldn't even blame you, not if she thought you were forced to fight him."

- And he had a point. For once, Loki made sense to Thor, perfect sense. So he managed to convince his father to have him face off against your husband first.

- He stared at you, your face conflicted for it was your dearest friend against your beloved husband. He then looked at your husband, who had a determined look and a sad smile on his face. Thor already can see his soul being sent to Niflhiem, how you'd need someone to comfort you and how Thor would pretend to feel remorse but was only doing what his father expected of him, how you'd be too vulnerable and upset to be angry and collapse in his arms.

- You will finally be mine, he thinks to himself as he charges towards your poor spouse.

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thedovesaredying · 3 months

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Little Chicken | Cowboy!Nikto x F!Reader | Oneshot

Figured out a cute little nickname for Nikto's reader in the Cowboy AU originally created by @ghouljams as always! I thought it was fitting since "chicken" or "chook" is an affectionate term where I live and I think it's an adorable petname.

Nikto has complicated feelings about watching his girl doing her job. She's by no means weak or incompetent at it, but he can only hold his nerve for so long.

Call of Duty Masterlist

“Цыплёнок,” Nikto huffs, trying in vain to call you back while he watches you continue to wade through the knee-deep water of the river. He normally trusts your ability to handle yourself with large and dangerous animals; this is your job and you’ve been doing it for years. But this? This is too far even for him.

“Nikto! Come look!” you excitedly call to him, looking back to grin at him with that blindingly bright smile that shows off your dimples. In any other situation, seeing such a loving, genuine smile aimed his way would give him that warm feeling in his gut. Instead, it just concerns him even more that you’re paying attention to him and not the animal at your feet.

“нет, we can see fine from here,” he keeps his eyes glued to the huge creature floating in place only a few feet from you.

“Aww, c’mon Nikto! He’s only a little fella, can’t be more than seven or eight feet,” you look back to the alligator sitting on the riverbed. You hum to yourself, tilting your head this way and that as you observe the animal, “he’s got a nice thick snout, so it’s definitely a male.” While you continue to list different facts about the species, Nikto can only watch as the alligator in question starts drifting closer.

“-and look, because of all the sensory nerves along the top of the head, tapping the water’s surface like this will cause him to-” you reach down toward the water and- Before you can do... whatever it is you’re planning on doing, he takes a couple of long strides into the water and reaches down, hauling you bodily from the river.

“нет, абсолютно нет, не происходит, нет,” He throws you over one shoulder and carries you back to dry land, regardless of your protests.

“Nikto, Nikto put me down,” he ignores you, “I know what I’m doing, I wouldn’t have let him actually bite me.” You grumble when he continues all the way back to the truck the two of you arrived in, corralling you into the front seat with his broad body blocking you from attempting to escape.

You hop up into the seat, turning your body so that you’re sitting facing out the open truck door. The truck is high enough that you can look him in the eye without craning your neck, and the pout you subject him to is admittedly rather endearing. “You will be the death of us, Цыплёнок,” he sighs, gently knocking his forehead against yours.

Your brows furrow slightly, “I’ve never heard that one before, what does it mean?” you ask quietly, refusing to break this soft moment.

“It means chicken,” he replies, and tries not to grin when you giggle, “you are like a little chicken, yes?”

“Are you saying I’m a coward?” you pretend to clutch your pearls, but the dramatic reaction is ruined by your bright grin.

“No, of course not,” he reassures you, “you’re stupid.”

He receives a slap to the chest as you gasp, “Nikto!” You glare at him, poking his chest with a single finger, “I guess that makes you a donkey, then, because you’re a complete ass.”

The cackle that bursts out of him is entirely genuine, but he can’t help it, not when you come out with something so unexpected. You quickly join him in laughter, and the two of you must be a strange sight, sitting in a truck beside the river, giggling like a couple of teenagers.

“You’re lucky, Цыплёнок, no one else would be allowed to get away with being so rude.” Perhaps he’ll keep the name, it suits you, to be a sweet little chicken, and you don’t seem to be too put off by it given the way you plant a soft kiss against his clothed lips.

Translations:

"Цыплёнок" - Little Chicken - An affectionate term for a partner.

"нет" - No

“нет, абсолютно нет, не происходит, нет” - No, absolutely not, not happening, no/nope.

#writing #call of duty modern warfare #reader insert #call of duty nikto #cowboy au #nikto x reader #oc chook

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Y/N starts a new diet

18+ Minors DNI

Y/N: *Throwing out all of their snacks and junk food*

Peter: *Walks by, tilts his head* What are you doing, Y/N?

Y/N: I’m gonna quit eating all of this processed crap. I think it’ll make me feel better.

Peter: *Impressed* Wow, way to go! That’s a big lifestyle change.

Y/N: Yep! I’m only gonna eat organic stuff from now on.

Peter: Really? I… Don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat one fruit or vegetable.

Y/N: *Confused* Who said I was gonna eat fruits and vegetables?

Peter: Uhh- I… Wait, am I missing something? You just said you were only going to eat organic stuff, right?

Y/N: Yeah…?

Peter: So… Fruits and vegetables. What’s more organic than that?

Y/N: *Shrugs* Pussy. It’s nature’s flavor bomb, you know?

Peter: >:0 Y/N!

Y/N: I’m just so glad Nat’s on board with my new diet! Now, I don’t even have to go to the store to get food. I can just chill and have breakfast in bed.

Peter: *Retches* Y/N, you can’t live off of just… That!

Y/N: Sure I can! I’ll be getting all the NAT-rition I need! *Laughs wildly*

Natasha: *Suddenly walks in*

Y/N: *Blanches, finally stops spewing idiocy, realizes they’ve been running their mouth too much* B-babe!

Peter: *Eyes shoot wide open, panics* N-Natasha! I… Uhh… What a beautiful day we’re having, right?! I can’t remember ever seeing a more beautiful day! The sun is out and it’s so… Sunny! Hahahaha!

Natasha: *Quirks an eyebrow at Peter, weirded out* Um… Yeah, it’s great, Peter. I’m glad you’re enjoying the sunshine. *Turns to Y/N, kisses them on the cheek* How’s cleaning out all of the junk food going, detka?

Y/N: *Quickly throws their last bag of snacks away, trying to seem innocent* I j-just finished!

Natasha: I’m so proud of you, Y/N. *Pinches their cheek affectionately*

Y/N: *Chuckles anxiously* Hehe. Thanks, babe… *Looks away, scratching their head*

Peter: *Nervously twiddling his thumbs*

Natasha: *Narrows her eyes suspiciously as she looks between Y/N and Peter* I clearly walked in on you two discussing something. Care to fill me in?

Y/N: *Tries to think of a good lie* Well, I was going through all the snacks and Pete was-

Peter: Minding his own business! *Runs away, screaming* You’re on your own, Y/N!

Y/N: *Mutters under their breath* Coward…

Natasha: *Crosses her arms, turns to Y/N* … Detka?

Y/N: *Begins to sweat* Yeah, babe?

Natasha: Were you talking about something with Peter that I wouldn’t approve of? That seems to be your favorite hobby.

Y/N: *Gives her big puppy dog eyes, trying to placate her* Don’t freak out-

Natasha: *Groans* Oh damn it, Y/N! What did you say to Peter?!

Y/N: Uhh…

Natasha: *Glares at Y/N* I swear if you told him about our sex life or something you’ll be shitting teeth for a week.

Y/N: *Cringes* Umm… No, I didn’t! I mean, not really! But, the conversation was about something sort of… Sex life… Adjacent? I just got carried away, that’s all!

Natasha: ???

Y/N: I was telling Pete about my new organic diet! Your coochie’s next level and I just wanted to brag a bit-

Natasha: *Cheeks flaming, mortified, goes over to bang her head on one of the nearby cabinets* You’ve scarred Peter for life now! He’ll never be the same!

Y/N: *Waves their hand dismissively* He’ll be fine… Maybe.

Natasha: *Growls* I knew I should have said no when you suggested this stupid diet. Consider your dining privileges revoked! *Storms off*

Y/N:

Note: This is cursed… I’m sorry :( Y/N runs off of 50% pussy, 30% stupidity, and 20% Peter’s tears.

Also… Based on the way that chocolate looks on Patrick’s face… Y/N eats ass too 😂

Masterlist

#marvel mcu #mcu #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #peter parker #y/n is stupid #mcu incorrect quotes

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tequiilasunriise · 1 year

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I am so in love with this volume because I am so in love with the way Blake Belladonna is finally allowing herself to love Yang, you feel me?

Blake has always had this love fer Yang, we all watched their slowburn unfold over several volumes, but she kept this love close to her heart and only let that affection slip through cracks of her walls and/or during dire life or death situations. The simple, domestic, everyday ways to express love? Holding hands just because and softer words spoken freely and casually? Blake couldn’t do it because she was still afraid.

Afraid to hurt Yang and scare her away with her affections, because she had hurt Yang so much already and couldn’t bear to risk burdening her even more. She had left, she had abandoned the one person who she trusted most, and she had to prove she was staying for good this time. They still had to repair their friendship first and foremost.

Afraid to be the one hurting for exposing herself, because love had burned her once so throughly before. She trusts Yang with her life, but that haunting nightmare that is Adam makes it hard fer her to trust the brightest thing in her life with her heart. Blake had to overcome the bullish knife hanging over her head before she could be in another relationship.

And then when these issues were slowly getting resolved, Blake still held back. Sure, there were more tender moments between them, but they were more brief and far between. Blake was still holding back because this slowburn slowdance was all she knew when it came to Yang. They had to focus on the threat of Salem, of Atlas falling, of all that. It was better to play it safe, now was still not the right time.

But then? But then Blake watched Yang die, and suddenly all those cautious moments of ‘playing it safe’ racked up to an indescribable amount of missed opportunities and regret. Suddenly waiting all this time for the ‘right’ time didnt matter at all anymore because Blake completely ran out of any time.

Blake isn’t going to hold back anymore, she’s finally comfortable enough to be who she always was deep down under those trauma walls, this openly affectionate silly goofy little book nerd who just wants to make her beloved smile, and she’s going to absolutely s h o w e r Yang with flirty tones and dumb jokes and longing touches and be such a dorky romantic because she doesn’t want to waste anymore time. As Weiss spoke fer all of us, it’s, “About time”. The ‘right’ time is right the fuck now screw that ‘not concerned with sands of time’ bullshit she wants to kiss this stupid pretty face and she WILL let Yang know. I think about Blake this volume and I’m just SO PROUD OF HER. Nothing like a little taste of death to push a slowburn along, huh? Seriously though, witnessing Blake’s arc come full circle to open up and be the person she once was before Adam crushed her into taking up as little space as possible, before she deemed herself as nothing but a coward and a fool, seeing her laugh and smile openly and shoot every damn shot she can- it’s so, so damn good.

Anyways, I am also in love with Yang Xiao Long having no idea how to handle Blake being incredibly openly in love with her. 10/10 watching experience, truly.

#those fanfics that had Blake being a smooth flirt are O U T. Canon silly goofy dorky romantic Blake Belladonna is IN #shes so in love she cant contain it anymore she can hardly even LOOK at Yang without those soft eyes and gentle touches #she keeps having these brief soft moments of physical contact with Yang and its DRIVING ME NUTS #stolen moments of sunshine bc shes so drawn to yang she cant stop herself from indulging even if its a quick little touch im so fucken ill #lord save me im so ill IM SOOOO IIILLLLLL #GODS. GODS IM HAVING SUCH BIG FEELINGS OVER BLAKE BELLADONNA RN.#rwby #bumbleby #bumbleby bumblebabes #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #rwby spoilers #rwby v9

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 10 months

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YOU'RE THE ONE I WANT

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: George denies his feelings for you because he's self conscious but you want to know he wants you or not Warnings: a bit angsty i guess? NOTE: this is pretty long so i might have to make a part 2

Part 2

you have been Friends with the twins since first year, and a lot has changed in those 6 years.

especially your feelings for the younger twin, George.

the way he'd smile at something Fred would do that wasn't even funny, or the way he's always check up on you when noting even wrong in the first place.

he was sweet and gentle, way more than Fred was.

you had accompanied the Weasley's at the Quidditch world cup and the whole time you kept glancing at him, right beside you, his cheeks covered in green and white paint as he cheered for the Irish and booed for the Bulgarians

you kept looking at him until Fred noticed and caught you, giving you a look. only then did you focus and not look at George the rest of the game

Later while walking back to the tent, Fred caught up to you and walked with you

"so.. George, huh?" he snickered

"what?" you furrowed your eyebrows

"I mean come on, there's a way more attractive twin right next to you and you chose the funky, fuglier one? you must be blind, Love" Fred teased with a smile

"George is not fugly" you rolled your eyes

"so you like him" he smirked

"just because I said he's not ugly doesn't mean I like him, Fred" you sighed

"but you do" he whispered over the loud cheers and celebrations

you looked at him tiredly and fought back your smile, he knew you too well

"he fancies you quite a bit too, you know" he nudged you

"he does not, Fred" you shook your head

"how would you know? you don't hear what we talk about when you're not around" he crossed his arms.

"I'll believe it when I see it" you chuckled

"oh you will"

you both walked into the tent and started celebrating with the others when George came up from behind you, scaring you. you screamed in surprise and hit his arm lightly, making him laugh

"what were you and Fred talking about?" he asked after calming down

"well- I- I don't kno- nothing" you stuttered like a fool, making you cringe

his smile faltered "oh, ok" he nodded vigorously

he walked away from you, thinking you were keeping secrets from him

after celebrating and teasing Ron, you all set into panic when you were getting attacked

Fred took Ginny's hand before running away

but you were focused looking around at the fires to notice George's panic when he couldn't see you

he called out your name loudly, refusing to leave without you.

you turned around and tried looking for him through the people running past you

"George!" you yelled out to him, letting him know you heard him

you didn't hear anything back from him but you felt a tight grip on your wrist before getting pulled along with the crowd

that was almost a month ago and your 6th year had began

George was still the sweet, gentle and caring young man he has always been and it made you swoon over him most nights

and you made sure you let Angelina know that, she would hear about George all the time from you and she would tell you about Fred.

and despite what Fred says, George still hasn't shown any liking towards you other than friendship

but you took Fred's advice anyway and did it yourself, flirting and being more affectionate with George. but he would just smile it off

until you started to feel hopeless and pathetic

you found Fred in the common room by himself for a change and decided to bring it up again

"Fred have you been messing with me?" you questioned, sitting beside him

"in what way?" he smiled, knowing he messes with everybody

"with George, I've done everything you told me to do but it seems like a waste of time, I really don't think he fancies me" you sighed

"I don't know what to tell you love, He tells me about his feelings for you almost every day, I think he's just too much of a coward to act upon it, I don't get why you like him when the better looking twin is right in front of you" he teased

you didn't reply to him, you just stood there feeling like an idiot

"hey, it'll be fine, He would be stupid to not like you anyway" he assured you, pulling you into a hug

he pulled you closer until you were basically on him, trapped in his arms.

he had a smirk on his face as he looked at you, and you knew what he was gonna do

he started to tickle you, making you laugh and squirm around, trying to get away from him

"stop!" you squealed

"never" he chuckled evilly

"hey guys"

Fred stopped tickling you and helped you sit up right. an awkward look came across Fred's face as he looked at George who stood in the middle of the room.

you sat up and looked at George, who looked uncomfortable

"hey, George" you cleared your throat, looking ahead of you, fiddling with your fingers

"was I interrupting something?" he replied, looking a bit aggravated

"no, not at all mate" Fred shook his head, noticing his twins face

"ok then" George nodded before walking towards the couch, squeezing in to sit down in between you and Fred, which made Fred smirk as he looked at you with his eyebrows raised

"I'm just gonna go to bed, see you tomorrow, Love" Fred said, getting up, placing a kiss to your head, and walked away to the stairs, looking back to see George glaring at him

"go for it" Fred mouthed to him, making George roll his eyes

George refused to move away from you.

"what was that about?" he asked you

you were still sat there, fiddling with your fingers as he talked

"just playing around" you mumbled

"cool" he clicked his tongue

he was still pressed up to you, making you feel boiling as the warmth of his side and the fire warm you up

"i should probably call it a night too. had a long day" you announced as you stood up.

"oh, ok then. goodnight" he frowned

"night" you rushed before going up to your dorm. without giving him the usual kiss on the cheek you normally give him before going to bed

George sat there alone, thinking about the past month, how he would catch you and Fred together, attached by the hip

he knew something was going on, he felt left out and you didn't like him as much.

he was starting to suspect something was going on between you two, something he wished he had with you

he couldn't blame you, Fred was the better looking twin, and after all the nights talking about you to Fred, he probably started to feel the same things George felt.

Fred was funnier, more outgoing, he was the more popular twin, the one that everyone thinks of first. how couldn't you like him? all the girls did.

but he was mad at Fred, he knew his feelings for you, he knew how much he liked you, yet he still went off to be with you. George didn't think Fred would do anything like this to him, they were brothers, twins.

the past week you would see George talking to all these different girls, he would lean against the wall as they tucked their hair behind their ears nervously, giggling softly and hitting his chest, obviously flirting with him.

it made you confused, he would never really show any girl attention unless they were his friends, not to say he wasn't friendly with people, but this was something else.

he wasn't hanging out with the group at all and when you all walked around you would find him with a girl, flirting.

you weren't going to lie and say it didn't hurt, because it did, the other night were he squeezed between you and Fred where he looked jealous must've been nothing.

you weren't able to talk to him as he was always out and about with different people and it kind of annoyed you.

Fred even said the only time he sees him is after curfew when he's already in bed, where he would sneak in after hours and head to bed

it was starting to piss the older twin off as he was without his partner in crime

Fred was going crazy as he couldn't do any pranks and you told him you would gladly help, so that's where you were, out in the corridors with Fred, getting ready to prank his brother.

not the brother they usually prank, Ron, but George. it was Fred's idea to get payback for abandoning the group.

he set it up and you kept look out for him, looking through the door to see him and a new girl talking, close together, her beginning to get touchy with him, you watched as he smiled down at her smugly

"which girl do you think he'll ask to the ball?" Fred asked you quietly

"I couldn't really care to be honest" you sighed, still peeking through the door

"I know you do, either way I'm sure Lee would take you if you end up without one" he replied

"they're coming!" you whispered loudly, not getting a chance to react before Fred grabbed your hand, pulling you around the corner, snooping as you poked your head around the wall to see.

as George walked out the door, he was greeted by quill ink pouring all over his body before stink pellets dropped on him, making him reek for at least a week, getting worse when you shower it off.

then lastly, slugs dropping from the ceiling that pooled at his feet and collected in his hair and going down his shirt

you and Fred began laughing until you heard the high pitched scream

for it hadn't been George being the victim, but the girl he was with getting pranked.

she screamed and yelled out at George, he stepped back and covered his nose from the stink and cringed at the look of her

the girl cried and she jumped up and down and shook herself to get the slugs off herself. making you and Fred snicker at the sight

George must've heard you through the screaming and crying because he locked eyes with you, making you go wide eyed

he looked pissed, like he was gonna yell at you

"come on" Fred panicked, grabbing your hand and running away from the scene, you both ran to the common room and sat out on the couch puffed out and tired from going across the school.

"do you think he's mad?" you quizzed him

"he looked pissed, but he won't yell at us, she'll probably think he did it himself" Fred chuckled

you heard loud footsteps coming from the entrance as you and Fred starting laughing again, barely being able to breath.

Fred fell of the couch and began wheezing when he saw George standing at the side of the couch, looking at you both angrily

his arms crossed and a frown on his face as he glared at you

"what the bloody hell is wrong with you two?!" he yelled at you both, making your laughs die down, looking at him shocked

when you didn't answer him he continued

"do you guys seriously not know how to grow up? she went to her dorm crying covered in ink and not to mention she stank, she hates me! she thinks I did it!" he didn't look mad anymore, he looked livid.

and then he caught a glimpse of your hands that were together as you looked at Fred as he sat on the floor.

you were trying not to laugh as you looked at George's mad face.

the small airy giggles slipped from your lips and Fred started shaking from holding his amusement in.

you covered your lips and looked at the ground, trying to calm down again

George looked at you and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion

"stop bloody laughing, Y/n! it's not funny!" he shouted at you

you stopped giggling and you looked up at him

"what is wrong with you? we were having fun" Fred interrupted

"it's not fun when they get hurt, Fred" George defended the girl

"we pranked people everyday and they always got somewhat hurt and you didn't care, why do you care now?" Fred faught

"that doesn't matter now! just leave me and any girl i talk to alone" George scoffed, his hands dropped to his side, he began walking to the stairs to get to his dorm.

you looked at Fred and smiled "someone's got their wand up their arse" you mumbled, wiggling your brows as he snickered

"you know what? you guys are perfect together, you are such a bitch, Y/n, and you both ruin everything" George came back and pointed at you as he told you off loudly

"don't yell at her" Fred got up and stood in front of him, trying to defend you

"Fred leave it, he's just being an asshole because he thinks he's finally mature and grown up" you rolled your eyes

"piss off" George grumbled

"go ahead" you snapped

he sighed before leaving, shaking his head, deciding to turn in for the night

George didn't mean what he said, he felt horrible as soon as the words left his mouth, but it's in the past now, and his words had already affected you both. he knew you both hated him in that moment for that.

he was just trying to get you out of his head by putting other girls in there, he was allowed to. you were off with Fred so why can't he go off and be with other people too without you ruining it.

he knew he would have to apologise, after tonight that girl would probably start telling people and the word would spread out that no girl should be around George or he'll just prank you.

and because of this he'll probably end up without a date to the yule ball, which he was hoping he would be able to go with you, but it seems impossible for that to happen, as you're probably going with Fred

it was the weekend and you and Angie went out to Hogsmeade to find dresses for the ball. before you left you saw George by himself on the couch, when he saw you, he looked like he wanted to say something but you were quick out of there, not letting him have the chance

"soo, Fred huh?" you smirked at the girl as you searched the rack

"you don't mind do you? I know you guys are really close" she smiled nervously

"no not at all, he's my best friend, and you guys look so cute together" you reassured her with a warm smile

you had told her about what happened with George as she woke up to you sobbing about it

"are you going with anyone?" she asked

"no, but I'll be ok if I go alone, Fred said who would save me a dance" you shrugged

"oh that's nice, you could just stay with us the whole time if you want" she beamed

"I wouldn't do that" you chuckled lightly

"oh my, look at this dress!" she ushered you over to her, making you let go of the rack and go over to her to see the beautiful purple velvet dress

"you should try it on!" you pushed her towards the changing room with the dress in her hand.

you waited for her and looked through the dresses

"I quite like this one" you heard from behind you, curiously, you turned around to see George holding a dress, looking at you

you looked him up and down and turned around

"it's ugly" you replied shortly

"I'm really sorry, Love. I don't know why I said any of that last night, I didn't mean it I swear, I'm an idiot I know, you can remind me all you want. please forgive me, It'll never happen again I promise" he pleaded as he walked to stand beside you after putting the dress down

"why are you here?" you sighed, not looking at him

"I came here for Zonkos, I just saw you through the glass and I wanted to apologise" he answered

"what do yo- oh" Angie spoke as she walked out wearing the dress

"Ang it looks beautiful, he's gonna be all over you" you clapped your hands as she twirled

"what's he doing here?" she looked at George weirdly

"he came to apologise" you smiled tightly

"well, we don't accept" she crossed her arms

he nodded his head and stood there uncomfortably for a moment before backing away

"ok, well, I'll see you around then"

you heard the bell above the door ring and the door shut

"does he have a date?" she asked, leaning against the rack

"not sure, he's been talking to a lot of girls, he could've asked any of them."

George started sitting with your group again and stopped talking to new girls every day.

you had forgave him when Fred did and you guys were good again.

you would notice that George would still seem to break you and Fred apart but he also seemed more affectionate and whenever you would start to bring it up with him, he would deny it and just say he was always like that.

you started to think he was playing with your feelings, that maybe he found out about your feelings for him and wanted to mess with you.

and you got tired of it.

you were sat with Fred near the black lake as you talked about it, and he told you that George started talking about you again

he decided to change the subject by telling a joke making you wheeze of laughter, you were huddled over, holding your stomach as you struggled to breathe

"you look so stupid" he teased

you hit his arm making him wince in pain

"hi guys" George spoke as he walked up to you both, making you pause what you were doing

"Hi George" Fred answered, nudging you to respond

"hi" you mumbled

"can I sit" he asked, waiting for a response, we nodded our heads and he sat down with you.

"so the ball" he started, playing with his fingers

"ah yeah, you excited Freddie?" you nudged his side, making him smile

"yeah" he muttered

you looked over at George for a moment and saw his upset look on his face

"I have to say that Angie looks beautiful in her dress and you're gonna be drooling when you see her" you teased him, making him roll his eyes

"Angie?" George tilted his head in confusion

"yeah, her and Fred are gonna dance the night away, hand in hand all lovey dovey" you giggled.

Fred pushed you and you fell onto your side as you laughed at him

"piss off"

"you're going with Angelina?" George asked

"yeah, I asked her ages ago" Fred answered him

"I thought you two were going together" George whispered.

you and Fred looked at each other and burst out laughing at the younger twins words

"never" you both said at the same time

"oh" he nodded his head slightly in response, making you and Fred look at each other wondering what he's getting to

"you two should go together" Fred suggested, subtly winking at you

"I would rather go with moaning myrtle then her!" George laughed a little too much, slapping his knee and he chuckled

"I'm gonna go, I need to help Hermione study" you awkwardly got up and said bye to them as you started walking away

you heard footsteps approaching you and you sped up

"wait up!" you heard George yell out to you, you rolled your eyes and slowed down

he get to you and walked along with you

"so how are you?" he questioned

"why?"

"can't i ask my beautiful best friend how she is?" he wondered, tilting his head

his words made you stop in your tracks, leaving him confused as he stopped and looked back at you

"what?" he smiled

"what are you doing?" you glared at him

he frowned at your words

"what do you mean?" he stepped towards you

"you've been doing this for so long now and I'm getting tired of it" you replied annoyed at him

"tired of what? what did I do?"

"you come in and break me and Fred apart like your jealous then insult me and then go back to being nice, make up your mind" you huffed

"I'm not jealous" he denied

"ok well then, what was all the sitting between us and pushing him out of the way to be next to me? are you playing with me?" you crossed your arms defensively

he sighed, not knowing what to say

"you act like you like me and then you completely shut me off. make up your mind or just stop talking to me" you demanded

he swallowed deeply

"did Fred tell you?" he wondered

"he told me months ago" you responded

"I thought you were with Fred, so I gave up trying," he started "I do like you"

"doesn't seem like it" you moved past him, walking away

"what do you want from me? you told me to make up my mind and then I told you how I felt, is that not what you wanted?" he questioned, keeping up with you

"George, you just insulted me not even 5 minutes ago? if you fancy me then show it! or I'm not going to believe you" you spat, annoyed by him

"why do you think I went off talking to other girls? love- I-" he started before you cut him off

"George, I don't care anymore. I really don't. you can't say you like somebody to then act like a complete arse after, if you fancy me then prove it!" you spoke angrily before walking off, leaving him there

George had tried his best to show you his feelings. giving you little gifts, sending you owls, going with you everywhere you went and telling you sweet things he liked about you

but you didn't yet trust him fully, he was only doing this because you told him to show his feelings, if you hadn't said that, what would he be doing instead of being with you right now?

you were heading to the library when you heard the all so familiar voice call out your name from behind you

you turned around, bracing yourself for more gifts and compliments

he caught up to you, his hands holding something wrapped in brown wrapping paper

"mum made you it, for Christmas, you can open it now or on the day" he cleared his throat, handing you it

Christmas was in 2 days- and the Yule ball

you took the package, knowing what it is and smiled, thanking him, making a mental note to send Molly an Owl to thank her

"so, I was just wondering if you'd like to go to the Ball with me?" he asked, rubbing his hands on his jeans

"I'm sorry- I'm uh- I'm going with Lee" you frowned. Feeling bad when his face fell

"Oh- right ok" he nodded vigorously and you noticed his Adams apple bob as he gulped

"Sorry- he asked me a few weeks ago seen as we both didn't have dates" you apologised

"Well, you can ditch him if you want. Seen as though it's not a romantic type of date" George suggested selfishly

"How could you ask me to do that? Just because it isn't a romantic date means I'd trade him for someone who wants me romantically" you shook your head.

"I'm sure he'd understand, he's one of my best mates" he shrugged

"George if you wanted to go with me you should have asked me instead of going off with other girls just because you were jealous of me and Fred" you exclaimed

"Well you were the one who told me to prove my feelings. I could of asked you ages ago!" He argued

"Then you should of! And instead of getting mad at me for having another date because YOU WOULDN'T ASK ME! You could learn from your mistakes and not get caught up in ugly emotions. They don't suit you, George" You raised your voice "and next time there's a ball you can pack up the courage before it's too late!"

"I thought you and Fred were together" he spoke sadly

"Well instead of going off with other girls yuu could ask me and talk to us yourself!" You yelled

"Yeah but I never wanted them, you're the one I want! You're the one I've wanted for years!" He cried out

"Yeah well next time you know what to do then, don't you?"

He stayed silent for a moment "yeah" he whispered nodding his head slowly

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#imagines #oneshot #x fem!reader #george weasley #fred and george #oliver phelps #george weasley imagine #george weasley x fem #angst #hp universe

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Hi~ can I request "she fell first, but he fell harder" with Vin Jin? And please include the confession time too! Thank you in advance 💙

Fuck yeah, Vin Jin hours! Was feeling like I haven't written about this douchebag [affectionately] in a hot second.

Vin Jin x Reader: You're his type

Another Vin Jin confession fic. Feat a lil bit of the Queen, Mary Kim.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Fuck off," Vin mutters, his heart isn't in it as he stares out the window.

Regardless, that earns him a harsh ear pull from Mary for his shitty reply, yanking him out of his daydream and back to reality.

What's wrong with him? Where to start.

Vin is hot, that is an objective fact. According to him anyway.

Girls and boys alike throwing themselves at his feet is not new, barely warrants batting an eyelid.

You though? One of his inner circle? When you started to blush around him, stammering your words, avoiding eye contact, just generally being awkward as hell; he decided to ignore it. He's seen this a million times before.

Why ruin a good thing, right? Especially if he didnt return your feelings.

But since you started to see Vin in a new light, and who the hell knows why after already knowing him for so many years, well.

His subconscious got curious too.

Annoying as fuck, bratty. That's how he would describe you.

For some reason, you would always get your way with him, and that used to irritate him no bounds. Your special way of knowing exactly which buttons to push that even Mary is impressed with.

Over the last couple months, this trait has somehow become endearing. That you know him better than he knows himself.

And you're clingy too. Always have been.

Yet your budding crush on Vin has made you pull back. Spending fewer hours together, retracting your casual touches. He never thought he could possibly miss you, but even when you're standing right in front of him, hand just casually hanging there like a normal person, he wants to reach out and grab it.

And if someone asks if you are attractive? Yeah, sure, you're definitely hot.

A man can have eyes, can't he? Even behind his shades, even with three pupils. He can see that and he can see your line of admirers though you've never really been Vin's type.

He can hear Mary's voice if he told her that, her scoffing and asking "what even is your type, you're single as fuck." Vin doesn't know, ok? It's just never been you.

And now all of a sudden, it's you. Completely, one hundred percent, you.

It's you so much that anytime another guy even glances in your direction he needs to hold back from uppercutting them in the jaw.

Maybe most importantly. You're ride-or-die.

If push came to shove, and someone held a knife against his throat, he would admit it.

Him, Mary, and You. The best export from Cheonliang. Friendship built on unrockable foundations. You both worming your way into his stupid, silly heart but in very different ways.

Really, damn you for presenting this dilemma. Why did you have to fall for him because now he has no doubt fallen harder.

Worst of all though? For you, Vin realises he is a romantic, and he is undeniably cringe.

Street cred will be ruined for sure.

That brings him to the present.

With Vin thoroughly distracted, every waking moment consumed with thoughts of you.

With him catching feelings, mind and heart betraying him alike.

With him having to hold back around you when the confession almost slips out, bolting out the gate until it's almost too late.

Vin is absolutely not a coward. He will tell you, he just needs to pick his moment.

Sitting in the empty classroom, he was busy contemplating the next move until he is rudely interrupted by Mary. Now, he still doesn't have a plan but has gained an aching, throbbing ear for his troubles.

"ACK!"

At his yelp, Mary releases him. Hand on hips, tapping her foot impatiently, she glares down at him as he rubs his ear. "What is wrong with you these days?"

"Nothi-"

"Say nothing and I'll kick your ass."

"I'm fine."

"You've never been fine, asshole."

"..."

Vin resumes staring out the window, hoping if he ignores her long enough she would piss off.

Mary gives a long suffering sigh. It really is long, and really is suffering. After so many years, he still hasn't learnt.

"HUP!" Mary bounces over to him, quick as a whip, and puts him in a headlock.

"WHAT THE FUCK-"

Vin flails around, trying desperately to wiggle himself free but Mary has the upperhand. Using the proximity to her advantage, she leans in close.

Quietly, "Is this about Y/N?"

With his restricted movements, VIn still full body recoils as if he's been hit.

"NO!" And he can hear himself. Too defensive, unbelievable to even his own ears.

Mary looks at him with eyes full of pity. What a stupid bastard.

"You need to tell her."

"W-what? I have nothing to say!" Again. Completely unbelievable.

With another sigh, Mary releases him - moving just out of reach to avoid his retaliating strike.

"Why are you both like this."

"Like what?"

"Listen." She slams both hands down on his desk and Vin jumps, "If you keep making googly eyes and pining for each other in front of me, I will skin you both alive."

"..."

"Sort. This. Out." Mary flicks him aggressively on the forehead, smirking when she realises it will leave a mark. "Got it?"

"Got it, got it..." Vin mutters, refusing eye contact and fiddling with his sunglasses as Mary leaves in a whirlwind of blonde hair and chaos.

Honestly. Vin trying to pull wool over Mary's eyes over his crush is like you trying to pull wool over Vin's. Unconvincing at best, completely laughable at worst. You all know each other too well to get away with this sort of shit.

Ok. Fine, fine. Today is as good as any other day.

Vin makes up his mind and seeks you out.

...Today is not as good as any other day.

Blood rushing to his cheeks when he sees you, Vin chickens out.

His thumb hovers over the text. Just something simple and straight to the point asking you on a date.

He hesitates.

He tries again a few days later, sitting in the school canteen together when a rowdy first year bumps into you, causing you to spill your drink all over yourself. When your fist meets his nose, Vin watches on in awe, realising he's in love with you.

Still, the moment didn't feel right.

He prepares some lyrics, working on them through the night. Until the next day, sleep-deprived and bags under his eyes, Mary takes one look at them and smacks him over the head.

"No! You cannot start this rapping about Y/N's tits!"

The confession spills out in a quiet moment together. Catching him as offguard as his feelings did.

You sit next to him, bodies pressed close together, eyes watching the action unfold on the laptop screen.

Another movie night, usually accompanied with Mary. This time, when you invited her over in the group chat, Mary declined and in a separate message, threatened Vin with death if he didn't make 'you and him happen'.

He supposes that that's fair.

As he sits and watches you rather than the film, his face naked and bare, he wonders what more is there than this quiet bliss.

The peace of two people completely comfortable with each other, of two well matched souls; you having seen him countless times at his worst and him with you.

That you know all his secrets and his past and yet you're still here. Next to him.

"Are you even watching this?" You ask, turning towards him. Guess he was too obvious with his staring.

Vin's usual bluster and cocky retort is nowhere to be found.

He opens his mouth, words so close to spilling, tongue nervously darting out across his lower lip-

And he notices your eyes drop to follow it, hears your breath hitching.

The words don't come.

Instead, he leans in close. Moving slowly and carefully to give you an easy out, to give himself an easy out to ease the sting of rejection.

To play it off as a joke, though he doubts if he or his ego would ever recover from this.

When you don't move, eyes searching his, looking him fully in the eyes and not flinching, never flinching, he brings his hand up to gently cup your face.

A move that he has cringed at countless times with romance scenes, but now he gets how right it is in the moment.

Vin feels your soft smile against his palm, you leaning hesitantly into it, and it gives him the final push he needs-

You beat him to the punch.

"I... really like you," you say, lips almost touching his, the heat of your breath leaving his skin tingling.

A smirk that is so him settles on his face. In hindsight, why was he ever nervous. Why did he ever think you weren't his type.

"I know."

Vin presses his lips to yours and finally calls you his.

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism x reader #lookism fic #vin jin x reader #vin jin #mary kim #kim miru #jin hobin x reader #jin hobin #wannaeatramyeon

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thefanficmonster · 2 months

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Phases

Colby Brock x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Implied Sexual Activity, Paranormal Investigations, Referenced Drinking, Swearing

Genre: Angst with a happy ending, Friends to Lovers, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: They're running through the motions, going through phases. Somehow, they always miss each other. Yet they always come back to each other

NOTE: No hate or disrespect is meant to any of the people mentioned in the story. If you find something wrong in the way I have depicted them please let me know. Just keep in mind that has in no way been my intention.

First it was Shea and Brennen.

Well, first it was Shea and Brennen came along afterwards. Or he was in the wings, so to speak.

Y/N was doing cartwheels to set the two up. She didn't expect she'd land on her head in the end. She didn't realize it until she saw them being openly affectionate with one another.

Realize that she may be a terrible friend despite her attempts.

Sure, she bent over backwards to play matchmaker between Colby and Shea, as a good friend would. But the epiphany that she may not be as happy with the product of her labor as thought she would be hit her like a train, carrying bags upon bags of self-accusations.

Because of course that burning in her gut wasn't jealousy. They're just friends, duh. The two are incredibly happy and head over heels for one another and she, as a good friend, should be happy. Proud even. Glad her efforts paid off.

Yet, she's anything but.

"Get a room already." She'd heard a playful scoff from right next to her, grabbing her attention. She'd been sitting on the ledge of the pool, damp hair curtaining her full view of the love birds across from her.

She looked over to the now occupied spot next to her. There, like a beacon of hope and comfort, sat Brennen. Her best friend. Someone she could always turn to for anything and everything. Someone who'd always catch her in open arms no matter what.

The burning in her gut turned to sickness when the idea lit up her gloomy mind. Not only the idea itself. But how quickly it got conjured up, how quickly a part of her accepted and justified it. Despite how wrong it was. Despite how low it would require her to stoop.

And stoop she did when she let the constant and trademark flirting between her and Brennen turn into something not so unserious.

That's when we're gonna switch the perspective to the other ledge, the one across from theirs. Across the pool. Where Colby and Shea were seated.

It was a hard feat - sulking in his a pit of self-pity while in her company. Shea has always been a ray of sunshine in his life. Platonically, though. He doesn't remember who came up with the concept of their relationship potentially developing into something more nor what prompted such an idea. He just knows Y/N took it and ran with it, strongly believing her best friend was madly in love with this girl and just didn't have the balls to tell her.

She did the most. Coaching him, advising him, lecturing him, hoping to finally push him into confessing feelings she had no clue were nonexistent.

Colby had tried to tell her numerous times but with no success of convincing her. She was adamant that she wanted to come through for him, saying she wanted him to do what she'd been too afraid to do on too many occasions. Which, via an overall observation, could be seen as sweet. If you were to undermine the fact that the feelings she wasn't able to express were meant for him. And that the feelings he was truly feeling were toward her. With that in mind, it's a very overdone rom-com plot.

Her reservations regarding his relationship with Shea were replicated and planted right into his chest when he first saw Brennen with his arm around Y/N's shoulders, the gesture lacking the slight platonic distance this time around.

But he knew he had no right. He viewed it as the universe showing him in a plain and cruel way that he's a coward and practically watched his train depart without making an effort of getting on it. He was aware he was grasping at straws with both his relationship and hers. There was nothing to complain about between him and Shea. She was and always will be such a lovely person. The only gripe was the fact that he went into that relationship out of defeat - seeing Y/N so eager and excited to set him up with someone else just cemented what he already feared: she felt for him none of what he felt for her. And so, continuing along his cowardly ways, he gave in. Which was so far from what Shea deserved.

Just like Brennen didn't deserve to be a second best.

He treated Y/N as nothing less than royalty. He was an incredible friend to her for as long as they've known each other and an even better boyfriend once they agreed to put a serious label on their relationship. To him, she meant the world. To her, this whole thing was just a ton of guilt she couldn't stomach. How he'd ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time to get caught up in her bullshit she'll never know. She wishes the universe was kinder to him and didn't throw him in the jaws of her self-loathing but alas maybe he was the saving grace she needed all along to get over Colby.

Yeah, well that was wishful fucking thinking.

To nobody's surprise, neither relationship stayed afloat for long.

Unlike Shea and Colby however, nothing really changed between Brennen and Y/N. The two's nearly decade long friendship withstood the year of their relationship without batting an eye. The break up wasn't so much a permanent full stop to anything potentially romantic between them. More so a delay, a postponing. Y/N couldn't deny the feelings that bloomed for him but she couldn't pretend they stemmed from upmost honesty either. She was aware her best friend deserved that honesty so until she could cleanse her system of a particular someone, she decided she would stop dragging him down with her.

But it would be so unlike Brennen to not stick around by her side regardless.

Colby and Shea distanced themselves quite a bit though. And the guilt was eating away at him. He'd pushed her away with his hollowness and numbness but didn't have the backbone to actually put an end to it. He was - for a lack of a better term - quite relieved when she took that weight off his shoulders and did it herself.

"I can't have a long distance relationship with someone sitting right next to me, Colby. I can't stand the way you look at me with that thousand yard stare. Like you're fucking miles away." Every word was spot-on for how their relationship had been transpiring as of recent.

And every word was further confirmed by how Colby could do nothing but blink and nod somewhat absentmindedly while Shea bared her soul.

He knew she deserved better from the start. In that moment he was made cruelly aware that he was so far away from what she deserved, he was practically a punishment.

But did either Colby or Y/N learn their lesson after that?

Of course they fucking didn't.

Because then comes the sequel: Amber and Nate.

It's lightyears away from Y/N's proudest moment everything that happened that summer when Nate moved to LA. And same goes for Colby and his whoring around at parties and afterparties alike. His reckless behavior - all witnessed by Y/N in real time, by the way - was actually the main catalyst that sent this second chapter of idiocy in motion.

That's not to say that Nate didn't have plenty of cards playing in his favor. He's attractive, charming, kind, responsible. He was in many ways the embodiment of all the attributes Colby had lost in Y/N's eyes. He was a walking green flag and she knew just little enough about him to pursue something. Anything to get her mind off the unchained party animal Colby had turned into.

It's not like Colby was unaware of his antics. The worst part that he was never drunk enough to justify his bullshit. His liver could only handle so much so he was always at least half sober. Yet he was still wilding out to the point that Sam felt obligated to keep him in check, turning their dynamic upside down.

Most nights Sam wouldn't have even a sip of alcohol to prevent letting his guard down. He didn't trust his best friend to be able to look out for himself in the slightest. Given that he was sober practically 90% of the time, he was the first to pick up on the building sexual tension between Nate and Y/N.

"They're cute and all, but they should just fuck already." He'd laughed as he accompanied Colby to the bar so he could force him to down a glass of water.

Water he almost choked on and spit out when the words Sam said processed in his brain. Following his gaze, he found a sight that nearly cleaned his stomach of all the alcohol he'd consumed that night. Nate and Y/N were omitting all subtlety as they danced together across the club. There was no room to question their intentions for one another.

It would be rather hypocritical of Colby to clutch his pearls and be a prude over a simple one night stand between his friends. He was actually hoping it'd remain as that - a one-time thing.

He was let down quite rudely when the two announced they were officially dating about a week later.

And, as the pattern goes: enter Amber.

Ok, that's just some dramatic flare, she'd been there all along.

She had been there for Colby the way Brennen was for Y/N during the previous phase. She too found herself at the wrong place at the wrong time and faced the same fate of being a second best.

It would be three long years before both relationships would come to an end. These two a lot less calm in their conclusion.

For Y/N and Nate it was three years well spent, but also down the drain. It was an unfortunate case of two people traveling in opposite directions. Nate could see them together for years to come. But Y/N couldn't do that. Not to him and not to herself. The immense pain and heartbreak this break up brought on cemented some distance between them although they were both adamant they didn't want to lose one another. And so it's remained, they're still close friends with lingering feelings sticking around.

On the other side of the spectrum were Colby and Amber. Their relationship did not end so quietly and calmly. In fact it blew up, going up into the flames of their endless petty fights. In that fire burned up their friendship also. They lost all that connected them. They lost everything. The break up was the far lesser evil than staying together.

You'd think each with a three year relationship under their belt, their feelings for each other would have faded by this point. For a while that's what they wanted to believe.

"It is what it is." Colby said, handing her a beer as he took a seat next to her on the pool ledge.

She accepted it with a small, sad smile, "It is what it is." She agreed, swishing around the clear pool water with her feet as she rested her head on his shoulder.

It always came back to this. Three years ago after phase one, they found themselves there and now history was repeating itself. At the end of each chapter, they'd always find their way to one another, seeking comfort in each other's company. They are best friends, after all, but they also seemed to be running through the same motions at the same time. They lived on two sides of the same coin regarding romance, unaware they were practically prompting on another.

And Sam saw it all. That night too, when he came downstairs for a late night snack and peered out in the backyard. There he saw his two best friends, enjoying a quiet moment of mutual understanding. It got a little too perfectly coincidental for him to even believe it was a coincidence anymore. The patterns were too perfect, too alike. The timelines were adding up too well.

But he said nothing. He knew better than to try. He's never met more stubborn people in his life. He was just left to hope that eventually they'd find their way to each other permanently. Not for comfort or understanding, but for forever and always.

Phase three would soon commence, again following a pattern. Summer. Parties. Drinking. This time Y/N was just as engaged in the insanity of LA parties as Colby. In fact, he was the one slowly pulling out of that lifestyle. He needed to keep a level head to prevent his best friends - yes, Sam was back to his wild ways also - from making bad decisions.

Yet he just stood and watched, almost frozen, as Y/N was making another big mistake to kick-start the third installment of their trilogy.

That mistake being Seth.

This time is different, however. There's nothing romantic going on there. Anyone with two eyes and a brain could see that. It was purely physical. Just sex, just momentary relief. No strings were attaching them other than shallow attraction and occasionally alcohol.

All Sam and Colby could do was watch. They wouldn't want to make the wrong move and come across as babying Y/N. The previous couple months had made her emotionally unpredictable and they didn't want to lose her due to her continuously shortening temper.

But Colby couldn't just stay away and observe her slipping through his fingers. So, he let her go and found himself in the company of Stas. Another mutual friend, much like Seth. And he was wholeheartedly hoping she'd be the one, that it would last. That it wouldn't be another repetition of old ways.

Oh if only...

That's where we are now, half a year later with two loose relationships over which hangs the question 'what are we?'. None of the parties know. Or at least they don't want to.

The comfort Y/N was seeking in the nonchalant rendezvous with Seth has now become bitterness. She wanted someone to have and to hold, not someone that was gone minutes after the deed was done. To be frank, she's not sure if she even wanted him to stick around. There's nothing colder than an insincere embrace. She had her blankets to keep her warm, she didn't need Seth. She's been joking with Kat that at this point she needs a lobotomy.

Kat, much like Sam, has started taking not of the patterns. Of the perfect coincidences. Of the reason none of their relationships worked out in the end, no matter how wonderful they appeared all throughout. Shea and Colby were adorable, no one saw or could pin point where it all went wrong. There was a bit more understanding to Brennen and Y/N's situation. Their friendship was just stronger than their romance and that's what they picked. Amber and Colby were great, until they weren't,. Until the petty bickering and fights started. Until tensions got high and they could no longer even look each other in the eye. Nate and Y/N were the couple everyone was certain would eventually put a ring on it. It was quite the shock to find out they'd decided to break up. Once again, no one could pinpoint why.

Now, it's Seth and Stas' turn. Only time will tell if the pattern will take hold again.

"What's up guys, it's Sam and Colby!" Colby starts the intro to the video they're filming as per usual.

"Today, we'll be diving into the dark history of Savannah Penitentiary. This monstrosity of a building behind us." Sam picks up on his usual cue, turning to point at the indeed both ginormous and hideous building behind the group.

"It's gonna be a long night." Josh says through a nervous laugh, unaware just how right his prediction would prove to be later on.

So, in they go. It would be rude to keep the spirits waiting.

* * * * * *

Well the spirits sure as hell didn't keep them waiting. Even during the tour, they were very adamant on letting the group know they were present and waiting for the opportunity to talk. Bangs, knocks, taps, footsteps - each sound sending the five huddling just a bit closer together.

Sam and Colby always made it a priority to keep their guests feeling safe and comfortable on these investigations. That was - and still is - the case when they first managed to convince Y/N to tag along with them. Now she's no longer a guest but a staple of their videos, having become a fan-favorite within her first investigation. Still, her comfort and safety was of upmost importance to them. She's grown thicker skin to the paranormal over time but they're all only human and there are very few things more human than fear.

That, however, doesn't mean she's absolved of the trademark Sam and Colby solo investigations. This time she just happened to be the unlucky last on nose-goes which sent her path into the woods next to the penitentiary with nothing but a camera and an EMF meter.

"Fuck you all! I'll fucking haunt you when whatever's out there kills me." Y/N flipped Sam and Colby - and by extension Seth and Josh - the finger before making her venture out into the eerie and all too noisy night, turning on night-vision on her camera.

That's where she is now, minding each and every step with the very little visibility her camera is providing her. "This fucking sucks." She mumbles to herself, taking a drag from the cigarette she lit to calm her nerves. She's never one to publicly chicken out but she is most definitely panicking internally. So much so that a clap of thunder makes her jump and almost drop the EMF.

"Is no one here or do you just not wanna talk to me?" Y/N says, her voice louder now. She secures the cigarette between her lips to properly show the device to the camera. Nothing. Literal crickets. "Is it cause I'm a woman? Shawn told us you're not very fond of women." She attempts again, referencing what their tour guide had said earlier.

And it proves successful when the light flicks up to yellow.

"I see." She rolls her eyes as she stomps out her cig, "Well could you please refrain from being mean because I'm not just gonna stand here in this oncoming storm for you to give me nothing in return. The people want to hear what you have to say. This is your chance. Can you make this device in my hand light up if you're willing to talk to me?"

For a split second, it does light up. Almost as though the spirits are begrudgingly agreeing to converse with a woman.

"Ok great." She smiles in success, "I'll ask you yes/no questions. Light my device up for yes, ok? Or maybe give me a more obvious sign?" The EMF lights up to orange this time, scaring her briefly but it's showing progress. "Alright." Right on time as well because the first rain drops have just hit her skin. No rain will get her to move now, though. She has spirits to talk to.

Back inside the even colder halls of the penitentiary, more specifically in the basement cell unit, is Colby. He's pacing around with a frustratingly inactive Ovilus.

He's flipped the entire basement to find at least a pocket of activity and has been slapped in the face with paranormal rejection each and every time. With the quiet spell having taken over, the moment the Ovilus came to life was quite the mini heart attack.

"Woman?" Colby reads the word on the screen after recovering, his brows furrowed as he tries connecting the word to anything they've learned throughout the night. And then it clicks, or at least he thinks it does. "Are you talking about nurse Helen? Was she the one who killed you?"

Earlier during the tour, the guide showed them the medical wing where a particularly malicious spirit resided. Nurse Helen. She was a mean older woman who exuded her own justice on the inmates by method of 'medical mistake' or 'accident' which 99% of the time resulted in the death of the inmates she was supposed to tend to.

Another quiet spell before the Ovilus sounded one more word: 'Woods'.

"Huh..." Colby's initial idea is now null and void. He tries drawing a connection between the words. The conclusion comes a lot quicker this time around, coupled with a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder just as a downpour starts.

The woman in the woods.

Y/N.

Seconds later he's running up the stairs to the ground floor, breaking the rule of the solo investigation with five minutes left on the clock. He runs out in the pouring rain, using his phone flashlight for guidance because he'd left his camera in the lobby. He has no indication of where she could be exactly. The woods take up a huge portion of the property and they're paced with closely planted trees that hinder his visibility futher.

After a solid minute of no sign from her, he decides to just call out to her.

It's safe to say all color drains from Y/N's body when she hears her name echo around her through the sound of the downpour. Sounds of leaves crunching follow which serve only to further terrify her. It isn't until the second time the voice rings out calling to her that she recognizes the voice as Colby's and calls back, hoping to God it's actually him.

"Yeah?! What is it?!" She inadvertently turns off the camera and brings it down to her side, her arm sore from holding it up. She fumbles to find her phone in her pocket and shine its flashlight in the direction his voice is coming from. Just in time to illuminate Colby, soaked to the bone, much like herself.

"Oh thank God you're ok." He sighs, panting to catch his breath, resting his hands on his hips to stabilize himself and let the assurance of her well-being sink in.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She asks, pushing her damp hair to the side, pulling up the hood of her hoodie over her head, taking a couple steps toward him. She lifts his bowed head with a finger under his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. "Hey, hey...I'm ok. Relax. Everything's ok. What happened?"

In that moment, it's clear as day even in the pitch black rainy night, that these two will never find a bridge that will help them get over one another. There's no getting over what they want to be, what they could be. They may run through phases all their life and continuously miss each other.

But something will always bring them back to this. These pure, raw, intimate moments between them. Moments perfectly constructed for them to finally spit out what's been plaguing them for literal years. But they may never actually...

"I thought you were in danger. I thought...." He inhales sharply, calming himself and forcing the stuck words out, "I didn't want anything to happen to you."

Y/N gives him a smile unsure of if it's meant to reassure him or if it's just a display of how his words are making her feel. "Nothing happened, Colbs. I'm ok. I was having a nice conversation with whoever is here. Nothing's wrong. I wasn't in danger. But thank you. The fact that you came here to check on me means a lot." She lowers her hands to take hold of his ice cold ones, instinctively bringing them up to her lips to blow some warm air onto them. "You're fucking freezing, you dumbass." She laughed, pulling down the hoodie sleeves she had rolled up to cover his hands too.

His skin might be cold as ice but his heart just swelled three times its size, a small fire having been lit inside it. And it's spreading throughout his whole chest, his whole body. He can't contain it. Not the fire and not the urge to kiss her.

So he does.

And pulls back just as quickly, fearful that he'd just ruined a decade of friendship. He came out to these woods out of fear he might lose her to an uncertain danger but he may have just lost her because of his own inability to suppress his feelings any longer.

He's just about to apologize when she pulls him down by the collar of his hoodie, their lips clashing once more.

Remember what I said about their shitty situation being a classic rom-com plot? This is the perfect ending to that movie, is it not? We've seen it many times on big and small screens alike. It may be an ending to the movie but it's just the beginning of something new.

The end of the phases, the undoing of the patterns.

The start of that forever and always they were seeking with other people because they thought they could never get it with each other.

And no one's happier to see it than Sam. He witnesses it via a perfect parallel two nights later - going down to grab a late night snack and peering out in the backyard to see his best friends sitting on the pool ledge, beers all but forgotten by their sides as they are lost in each other. Their eyes, touch, scent, kisses. All they'd been starving each other of for so many years.

Seeing this, Sam knows what he has to do.

"Get a room already!" He shouts, chucking a kitchen towel at the couple, startling them into almost toppling over into the pool.

There it is - the perfect circle. It always comes back to this very pool with them two.

This time however, it's actually perfect. Because they are finally each other's. Officially, that is. He's been hers and she's been his for longer than anyone could've imagined. But none of that matters now.

Their lives are finally perfectly complete.

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I'm sorry but. Aunt Diana. With the baby batkids. Dick's the oldest at fourteen and Damian’s like three.

Damian bites her once, she doesn't flinch and he feels a sudden intense amount of respect for her. He stomps over to Bruce and demands that he introduce Diana to his mother (Talia) because "they are both mighty warriors, Baba."

Steph's almost nine and has the biggest and most obvious puppy crush that she denies with her whole heart, only for Diana to smile at her and she trips over air, lands flat on her face, and chips a tooth. Diana finds it amusing and very adorable, Steph is mortified.

"It's fine, Stephanie, it was an accident," Bruce reassures as he holds a crying Steph. "Diana thinks it was cute."

Steph wails. "She thinks I'm a baby!"

Dick sticks his head in, snickering. "She won't be really wrong-"

"Go die in a HOLE, Dick!" Steph yells, shoving her face farther into Bruce’s shoulder and sniffling.

Tim's eight and content to simply watch her from a distance like the little stalker (affectionate) he is

"Bruce," Diana says worriedly, "young Timothy has been following me all day, yet whenever I turn to look at him, he runs away. Have I upset him in any manner?"

"He's observing."

Diana blinks. "What?"

"It means he likes you," Bruce explains. "He did the same to Dick, Jason and I during his first few weeks in the Manor."

"Oh." Diana beams. "I'm glad."

Cass is (probably) almost twelve and very happy to just stare at her in wonder. She takes mental notes while Diana tells her her powers and nods very politely.

"I would die for her," Diana tells Bruce seriously.

Bruce nods. "As would I."

Jason’s eleven and in awe. Complete and utter awe, like serious hero worship. Can't be in a room with her without vibrating out of his skin with nerves.

Diana thinks he hates her. Jason thinks she hates him for avoiding her. Dick thinks they're both ridiculous and drags Jason begging and kicking to come say hi properly.

"This is Jason, my oldest little brother," Dick says cheerfully, as if Jason isn't actively clawing at his arms to get away. "Say hi, Jay."

Jason, pushed forward by his older brother's steel grip on his shoulder, is beet red. "Hello. You're Wonder Woman, and, um. I think- think you're really cool."

"He's very shy," Dick says. He pushes away Jason’s face that attempted to bite his hand. "Ew, Jay, gross! Don't be like that in front of the princess!"

Diana is touched and immeasurably relieved that Jason doesn't hate her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jason."

Jason shuffles his feet. "...Can I have your autograph?"

"Of course."

"You're so cool," Jason whispers.

Duke is six and turns invisible the first time he meets her out of nerves.

"Oh my God, that was so embarrassing," Duke frets to Tim later, on the verge of tears.

Tim pats his back. "At least you didn't avoid her for almost a month like Jason did."

Duke sniffs. "That actually makes me feel a lot better."

"I thought it would."

Dick's fourteen, has known her since he was four, and is very amused watching the other batkids freak out about his Auntie Di.

"I'm the best big brother ever," Dick says proudly to Bruce.

"You sure are, chum," Bruce says fondly.

AUNT DIANA WITH THE BABY BATKIDS

AWWWW THIS IS SO ADORABLE! Damian works harder than God when he tries to parent trap Diana and Talia together. Sadly, they're permanently in " I'm In love with Bruce Wayne and I'll never truly erase it" mode

(Seriously, let Talia be pathetic ex husband coded!! Give her the Harvey Dent treatment, cowards)

Diana with her sunstream smile, carrying bandages, uniquely themed, for the batkids, because one of them will almost always injure themselves when they play.

Jason's are pink with flowers. Always on his nose and knees. Dick hurts his elbows a lot when doing flips, so blue bandages with little birdies for him!

Cass can be spotted showing an amused Bruce her sunflower bandages, soaking up her bleeding eyebrow after Jason pushed her off a swing by accident, " I hope - I, get... Cool scar. Like papa."

" You're always cool."

Damian tries his best to be still under Diana's loving hands as he proudly receives his frog bandages like they're a medal and he's a soldier who earned them bloody. " You saying it makes it uncool."

" I think you're the coolest, then."

" Baba!"

Years later, when they almost all outgrow her (short Diana rights, unfollow me about it. or pin me against the nearest surface with a dagger and make out with me. Execute me or shut up.) It does not change.

" Does that feel better? Dick?"

" Chillin' like a pepper, mommy-o!"

" Steph?"

" I'll live, mother."

" Cass?"

A thumbs up.

"Timmy?"

" Just a scratch, mom, jeez. You're worse than dad."

"Duke?"

" All fixed up, Mrs. Batmom."

" Damian?"

Damian sniffs, because god damn it, it stings. He can't wait for Baba to kiss it better. " I've had worse."

" Jason?"

" All good, Wonder Woman."

Diana raises a brow, folds her arms and taps her foot. Jason, full red hood get up, slumps his shoulders as bubbles of ' Oooo' from his annoying siblings surround him.

" Wanna repeat that?"

" No," he sighs, " I'm alright. Thank you, momma."

" Good. You'll be joining us for dinner tonight."

" Yes, momma."

" And you'll spend the night."

" Okay, momma."

Diana finally smiles and pulls him down to press a kiss on his forehead as the others snicker.

#bruce wayne #diana prince #wonderbat #wonder woman #batman #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #batfam #batfamily #text post #text #writing #moots!!

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THERE WAS NO OTHER ENDING FOR ROSE and ya know what, I like to think the doctor thinks so too

I think he does too! I’m gonna talk about it, are you ready for me to talk about it? Are you ready for an essay-

I think the Doctor would agree that the ending Rose got—the one with Tentoo on Pete’s World—was the best possible fate for her. I’ll explain why, because I feel like it. First I’ll break down Rose’s most popular alternative-endings. Let’s start with Rose-stays-with-him-until-she-dies. That’s the one Rose decided on long before Canary Wharf. She planned on staying with the Time Lord until she physically couldn’t anymore. Forever.

First of all, that would be painful for the Doctor. He already said it. Watching Rose get shot, drowned, stabbed, sucked into a black hole, sacrificed for a remote planet’s civilization, poisoned, pulled into a void, atomized, eaten, possessed, run over, diseased, or ripped apart would be traumatic and terrible for the Doctor.

Watching Rose grow old and tired and then die would also be incredibly painful. He might try to prolong her life in alien ways, even in medical ways, but then she’s subjected to an unnatural, un-human existence until death claims her. Making a naturally-decaying body stick around and eke out another year, another hour, another century while he watches, exactly the same as ever. Yikes. Not fun for either of them. No thank you. He was against that ending with good reason.

Now, this ending where Rose stays with him until she dies? It is no less an emotional commitment to make than the one every married couple on Earth, every affectionate relationship on Earth, makes. Friends, family, spouses. You will lose them. You have to decide to love them knowing that.

The Doctor does love Rose, but he can’t tell her or admit it aloud because to do that would be facing a reality he’s not willing to face: he loves something he will inevitably lose. The old coward will not do it.

I believe that if Rose wanted to stay with him until she died, knowing she has a shorter lifespan but committing to holding his hand until she could not hold it anymore because he needs that and she can give it to him, and she knows he loves her back—100% yes girl, go for it. That is good and right and fine and she should be allowed to make that commitment. That’s love. That’s literal marriage vows. That’s unconditional, unwavering, and Rose is the first companion in 60 years of TARDIS passengers to love him like that. And he knows it. And it’s scary. But. Even in marriage, that is a commitment that has to be agreed upon by both parties. And the Doctor did not agree. The Doctor, selfish old man, is too afraid. He doesn’t want to watch Rose die, and he tried to explain that to her without confessing anything, and she heard him and tried to explain to him that she decided he would always have her if she had anything to say about it, not for her sake, but for his. (“Who’s gonna hold his hand now?” “I made my choice a long time ago and I’m never gonna leave you.” “Forever.”)

Now. That’s the first option for an alternate ending for Rose. She stays with him as a mortal and he has to watch her die, and they either dance around expressing their love in an unspoken, inexplicit way until he loses her and it’s agony, or they jump in with both feet and enjoy the time they have left, however many days Rose has before death, with the knowledge and understanding that he will outlive her, which is agony but with kissing. Still not 100% happy because one of them is, well, in agony. With a significantly long life stretched out ahead of him to spend as a widower. And it would fundamentally change the nature of a 60-year-old television show, but that’s another Ask for another time. Next is the Immortal!Rose AU, or the Bad Wolf AU. Personally, I don’t care for this AU (though I get the appeal and I do sometimes wish it could be that way). I used to think it was a good idea, and sometimes it's still sweet and I can see it, but the older I got, the more I disagreed with it. Because really, it doesn’t work. The AU’s idea—or its most popular explanation—is that Rose, by absorbing the Time Vortex and looking into the heart of the TARDIS in The Parting of the Ways, retained one slice of her godlike powers: she became immortal. Even after the Doctor kissed her and took the Vortex away to save her. The most-used version of this is that neither Rose nor the Doctor are aware that Rose was left with immortality until Tentoo ages and she doesn’t, or her family ages and she doesn’t.

The reason why I don’t think the Doctor would ultimately want this ending for Rose? The Doctor himself would not recommend immortality. He knows it’s ultimately a devastating existence. He himself has a ridiculously-long lifespan. Time Lords are supposed to only have a certain number of regenerations, but each regeneration, if left to age naturally, lives a long freaking time. (With the new Timeless Child nonsense, who knows, apparently the Doctor exclusively is immortal? I pretend I do not see it.) And then if they should die of old age, they regenerate and another chapter of life begins. So the Doctor knows what it’s like to essentially be immortal. And he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like watching his friends die around him. He doesn’t like knowing he will outlive the people and places he cares about. He hates it. “Immortality is everybody else dying.” “In the end you just get tired. Tired of the struggle. Tired of losing everyone that matters to you, tired of watching everything turn to dust.” That last line, the Lazarus speech, sounds familiar because it’s something similar, interestingly, to what Rose said when she was the Bad Wolf. “Everything comes to dust.” Immortality is not a blessing. Immortality is absolutely a curse, and the show treats it like a curse. It’s not just never dying. Immortality is being alone and being unnatural. It’s bad. It’s not a good thing. If you were a 100% perfect person with a 100% perfect memory, it might be doable, but it’s not an easy existence. It sounds awful actually. We saw it with Ashildr (terrible idea). She’s miserable. She never really stops being miserable. Think about this: the Doctor is (kind of) immortal. He never stays in one place for too long, and he is careful to bring along far more mortal traveling companions wherever he goes. The Doctor once told Amy that he brought her with him because he can’t “see it” anymore (meaning the universe and its value), but he brings Amy and others with him because they can see it. “And when you see it, I see it.” What is everyone always telling him? Don’t travel alone. Not because he’s lonely—even though he totally is. It’s because when he is alone, the Doctor becomes a hazard, not a help. He starts to feel like he can do whatever he wants. I mean, think about it. He starts to feel like his judgement is infallible, because he’s basically a god, isn’t he? But no one should have that much power. It takes a lot to kill him, he’s a genius, and he has a time-and-space machine. What can’t he do? After a long, long, long time of living and being alone, essentially in an echo chamber with himself, the Doctor would lose empathy and compassion and humility just like anyone else. Because he’s not perfect. But he brings friends along to remind him he can stop now. To remind him we don’t walk away. To remind him that the universe has life in it that is worth saving, and that there is such a thing as right and wrong, and that he is not God, and that there is no such thing as little people. 900 years of time and space and he’s never met anybody who wasn’t important before. He needs his friends to hold him to the mark.

So—the Doctor knows that being immortal basically means that in the end you’ll see everything come to dust. If you’re not careful, you won’t be you anymore. And nothing and no one else will be themselves to you, either. You will lose the people/places you care about, and you will be alone, and you will stop caring. And then not only will you be wretched, you’ll be dangerous. Someone who doesn’t care is dangerous. It’s Ted Bundy. It’s evil. But it’s okay, I hear you saying. If they had each other, he would always have someone to hold him to the mark! Well - yes and then no - Think about Rose. Rose Tyler is a young human woman with so much empathy and sympathy. She is “so human”, in the Doctor’s own words. She is imperfect, and selfish, and petty, and easily angry and easily jealous. She is also impossibly compassionate, even towards the most ruthless murderous species. She’s kind and generous and brave and has a strong sense of justice. She’s often very selfless and very loving. Especially toward the Doctor. She values doing the right thing. A lot of those traits are found in the Doctor’s other friends (he chooses them with great care). But Rose is different. The Doctor is in love with Rose. And Rose is a lot of ‘firsts’ for Doctor Who. She’s the first companion to inspire change in a Dalek. She’s the first companion to tell him she’s in love with him. (Jo loved him, Sarah Jane loved him, Grace loved him, yes I know there were others.) She’s the first companion to be a real, proper onscreen equal to the Doctor, and not in a She’s Basically the Doctor But A Girl way, like Clara Oswald tried to be. She is not his assistant, his carer, his associate, his sidekick, his adoptive daughter, adoptive little sister, biological granddaughter, or his partner. Not to be Emily Bronte, but these two characters have the same heart. Like recognized like and fell in love. Perfect complementation. That is also another Ask for another time –

RTD said that Rose “humans [the Doctor] and he Time Lords her”. He brings out the courage and confidence in her that makes her so exceptional as a human, things that turn her into a hero, things she already had in her that the Doctor pulled forward. In turn, she brings out the compassion and humility in him that makes him a hero instead of a villain, things he always had in him that she pulled forward, adding humanity which would otherwise be easy for him to cast off.

But she can’t human him if she isn’t human anymore.

The things that make Rose an exceptional mortal would no longer be exceptional if she were immortal. The good traits would be a duty to retain, and the bad traits would be a poison to keep at bay. Because Rose is on a different level when it comes to her relationship with the Doctor, she could, for a time, help hold him to the mark. They would be exactly as we saw them in the show—passing by, helping out, saving the day, loving one another, making one another better. And then after eons go by, they would be each other’s echo chamber. Rose is the Doctor’s equal? Given eternity to stagnate in, what was once a strength would quickly become a weakness. Rose is not perfect and the Doctor is not perfect. Rose would not always be able to “see it” anymore either, even with the Doctor there. Same goes for him. They might be together forever, but Rose would be watching her mother, father, brother, friends, and family all age and die. She would hate that. But it would be okay because she has the Doctor, right? I agree with that. They have one another. So they’re never alone. That’s good. But Rose would not be a Time Lord. She’d be an immortal human. Ashildr 2.0, finite memory in an infinite body. She’d become detached, unable to appreciate the universe, and she’d stop investing in mortal relationships because they all end eventually. All she’d have would be the Doctor—and that’s wonderful, but after a while it would stop being a special thing that they have one another. Don’t look at me like that; it would. Okay, no – no - even if the Bad Wolf powers allowed Rose to have an infinite memory to go with her infinite body, fine, let’s say they did, she and the Doctor would still end up with “a backyard” as Eleven called it.

And eventually they would both think that the two of them, together, have the best judgement in the universe and should be treated as gods, and they will stop caring (except about each other, which doesn’t sound good for all the little people who are not part of that relationship, can you say unhealthy?). Or else they will become enemies, the way the Master and the Doctor became enemies. Or they won’t be able to travel with one another indefinitely, the way Ashildr, the Rani, River, Clara, and Romana can’t travel with the Doctor indefinitely. Because it would become toxic for everyone. And they would be back to being miserable, wouldn’t they?

(And – again - let me finish beating this tiny horse here: if you think Rose Tyler would heal fairly quickly - say, ten centuries in - and warm up to the reality that she has outlived other humans because she is really no longer human, we aren’t thinking of the same Rose Tyler.)

The Doctor would not wish the curse of the Time Lords on anybody, especially not the woman he loves. He would not agree that immortality is the happiest ending for Rose, or even for himself and Rose. There’s a very real chance that immortality would ruin Rose. He wouldn’t do that to her. He loves her.

And here we go, here’s my freaking point - The Doctor loves Rose. So he would give her what she wants, even if it means sacrificing what he wants. Putting her needs before his own. That’s love. She knows that; she was trying to do that for him the whole time!

But what does Rose want? Adventure in the great wide somewhere? No. Rose wants love. Rose wants the assurance of real, true love. Rose wants to love and be loved. And when she finds that, she is darn good at it, and she will do her best to keep it. AND THAT IS ANOTHER ASK FOR ANOTHER TIME, HOOOO BOY DON’T POKE ME- The Doctor cannot give Rose what she wants using himself, or even the thing that will make him happy too, for a time—because to outlive her would be absolutely terrible, and they both know it, and because he will not put her through the curse of immortality. (She doesn’t want to live forever anyway.)

But he can give her what she wants in the form of Tentoo. Are you kidding me? A 100% exact copy of the Doctor? The same face, same mannerisms, same hair? All the memories of loving her and longing for her in his head? And he only has one heart? He’ll grow old at the same time as Rose does? Plus, hi, he actually was born in mini wartime and needs the very influence Rose provided for his ninth self? Come on. What else was he going to do? Of course the Doctor and Tentoo gave her this chance. When Rose asks him “What was the last thing you said to me?” The Doctor could have said “I love you”. He was going to say it. It is canon that he was going to say that he loved her if the connection hadn’t been severed the first time. And for him to say it then, they both knew, would have been all Rose needed to hear. She would have gone with him and Donna and died. Or gone with him and Donna and become immortal somehow, hey I hear there are these random Mire repair kits kicking around out there in the universe, they make people immortal, funny we never saw them before now, I hate you Moffat- But he didn’t say it. He said “I said ‘Rose Tyler’.” And she gives him one more chance to say it. “How was that sentence gonna end?” “Does it need saying?” Well, no, it doesn’t. We’re not asking you to confirm it. She’s not asking you to confirm it. It never needed saying. You both knew it was love. We knew it was love. A hundred times over, it was love on display.

But she is asking him to make a choice—and he chooses to let her go because he loves her.

It’s not a question of love. They give each other a chance, both of them. Don’t make the mistake of thinking Rose had no choice. She asked both of those Doctors to tell her they loved her, and she chose the one that said it out loud, after learning her options. She learned one of them would grow old and was offering to spend forever with her if she wanted. She learned that one of them was genuinely choosing not to say he loved her on purpose. She made an informed decision. (Yes, she ran after the TARDIS when it left. Wouldn’t you?) The Doctor would agree that Tentoo is the best ending for Rose. Tentoo would agree (because he is the Doctor, and bonus, he gets to have Rose Tyler). Because this, this ending where she gets Tentoo, which is our fancy term for differentiating between two versions of exactly the same man, don’t go there with me-

This ending where she gets Tentoo is genuinely what she always wanted. She didn’t want to live forever. She didn’t want a boring life, but she didn’t desperately want adventure over all else. She wanted love. That’s an adventure anyway. Love. And she loved the Doctor. And she got to have the Doctor, and not lose him, or watch him lose her. And the Doctor, our full Time Lord Doctor, had the assurance of knowing that he did the best he could do for the woman he loved.

(Plus, because yes please, in an official deleted scene which has been confirmed to be intended as canon, Tentoo and Rose have a chunk of TARDIS coral and are growing their own, so they get to see the universe too, so you can’t even complain that all is not as it should be in that sense.) It is sad, because the full Time Lord has to carry on without her (that’s how the story always goes for him, and it should be because without loving and losing, an immortal alien will not have the periodic wake-up call he needs to remember that there is value in people and in relationships and in caring), and it’s sad because Rose won’t see him again, and it’s sad because we won’t really see Rose again. But for her, it is the best ending. It is the kindest, fairest ending. And I think the Doctor would agree.

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Prompt: “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Hey.” Lena sighed in a warm greeting, making Kara believe for a fraction of a second that she could feel Lena’s breath on her cheek through the phone’s tiny speaker.

“Hey.” Kara echoed back, cheeks blushing at how eager her own voice sounded in response.

“Good night?” Lena drawled knowingly.

“Great night.” Kara corrected.

“Oh?” Lena perked up, “Up to anything interesting?”

Kara could barely contain the joyous grin that took over her face as she settled more comfortably against her bed's pillows.

“Just a date.” Kara replied, playing coy and indifferent (rather poorly).

“Just?” Lena repeated. “Implies it wasn’t that great if it was prefaced with a just.”

“Well, it was only a first date, still feeling things out, you know?”

“Hmm… that can take time. Definitely don’t want to rush your judgement.” Lena hummed in agreement. “So… are you going to share any details? I’m hoping you didn’t phone your best friend after midnight to tell me about just any old date.”

“I never said any old date.” Kara defended.

“But you did say just…” Lena teased, sotto voce.

“I.. I- I-…” Kara spluttered in defeat, earning her an affectionate chuckle, bolstering her spirit and soothing decades-old hurts. “It was just a date in the same way that you're just my best friend. It was just a date in the same way people say just another love story, just another war, just another a day. It was a ‘just’ used when the task of trying to appropriately define it is so insurmountable that cowards like me sprint in the other direction rather than even make an attempt.”

The silence that followed was made all the more agonising since Lena’s heartbeat was so far away, across the city, not suitably amplified by the phone’s speaker.

“Sounds like one hell of a date.” Lena finally exhaled, voice noticeably cracking with emotion.

“More like heaven than hell.” Kara breathed, her bared soul settling calmly back into its shell after being exposed.

“I should hope so, it was a long time in the making.” Lena acknowledged.

“I would have waited longer. I would have waited forever.” Kara promised.

“I know.” Lena whispered.

“She took me to the art gallery to see the exhibit on Impressionism.” Kara revealed, easing them back into their game.

“The one you’ve been talking about for weeks?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Clearly a very lucky guess on her part.” Lena remarked drolly.

“Clearly.” Kara laughed.

“Let me guess,” Lena said, slow and thoughtful, “considering she defaulted to an intellectual date at an art gallery… for dinner, she took you to an upmarket restaurant where all the waiters are required to have sticks up their asses?”

“Leeeennnnaaa…” Kara whined, burying her face against her cool pillow in exasperation.

“Am I wrong?” Lena inquired curiously.

“Very!” Kara huffed.

“Oh?”

“She took me to a food festival, we had sushi, tacos, burritos, overloaded hot dogs, calzone, then crepes, profiteroles, fancy donuts and…” Kara let out a deep, appreciative moan. “It was so good, Lena.”

There was an audible gulp on the other end of the line. “Yeah… sounds it.”

“And then after…” Kara continued softly, “after we walked around the city, hand in hand, talking the night away, she walked me to my door and…”

“And?” Lena prompted.

Kara’s eyes slipped closed, reliving the moment where pale fingers brushed her cheek and green eyes disappeared behind closed lids prior to the softest press of lips against her own.

“A Kryptonian doesn’t kiss and tell.” Kara hummed.

“Tease.” Lena clucked her tongue.

“I’m the tease?! Need I remind you of a certain skirt and turtleneck sweater?”

There was a long pause, “I concede your point.”

“Hey, Lena?” Kara said after Lena let out a yawn.

“Kara?” Lena replied, voice starting to slur with sleepiness

“I don’t think I can sleep.”

“Why not?” Lena asked immediately, alertness coming back - triggered with concern about nightmares that had gone silent in the last couple of months.

“Because I can‘t stop thinking about you.” Kara answered breathlessly. “I’m scared that if I close my eyes and fall asleep, I’ll wake up and find out tonight was all a dream. A perfect dream.”

“Kara,” Lena began, tone firm and determined as she ordered (knowing it would be followed instantly), “fly to me. Fly to me and sleep safely in my arms.”

Kara was up and out the window in less than a heartbeat, and landing softly beside Lena two heartbeats later. Lena reached out for her, pulling her close and kissing her cheek, forehead and lips - grounding Kara with touch and love like only she could.

#supercorp #supercorpfic

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silverynight · 6 months

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Reconnections and promises

Izuku feels a little bit nervous as he walks into the barbarian village after a couple of years; he's been there before, his mother and he used to live in a house close to it until they both had to move away when Izuku's stupid and horrible father came looking for him.

His mother lives in the middle of the woods now, safe, while Izuku travels around the kingdom to train and be as strong as his mentor All Might.

Sure, it was probably the best choice at the time, but Izuku still laments leaving his best friend behind then.

He's not sure if Katsuki would like to see him again after all those years or if he still remembers him. It's alright, Izuku still has things to do in the village.

He buys a couple of herbs and a dagger for protection and toys with his mother's letter for a while before knocking on the Bakugos' door.

Taking a deep breath, he prays to the gods they still live there.

But what if they don't remember him?

"Izuku!" Masaru greets him in the doorway before another hand appears behind him and pulls the green haired young man in.

"It's been a while, boy!" Mitsuki chuckles, pulling Izuku into a hug. "You have grown a lot!"

"Y-Yes!" He mumbles nervously, handing her Inko's letter.

"From my friend?" She asks with a grin. "Okay, we'll read it later and perhaps I even write something for her before you go."

"Katsuki lives in the center of the village now," Masaru tells him, noticing the way Izuku's eyes are constantly looking around. "He'll be happy to see you."

"Uhh..."

He's not so sure about that, maybe he should–

"Come on, the brat won't bite you..." Mitsuki smirks, only making Izuku more nervous than he already is.

"Mitsuki," her husband sighs, before offering a kind smile to Izuku. "Go pay him a visit."

"Is he... the leader now?"

"Not yet," Mitsuki replies, looking very amused for some reason. "But he will be."

"O-Okay."

Izuku gets out of the house after having lunch (Masaru insisted) thinking that maybe Katsuki won't be that excited to see him. He has more important things to do now.

However, he's not a coward, at least he has to try–

Suddenly, something strong collides with him, something that almost knocks him off his feet if it wasn't because the same "thing" put their arms around him and lifted him from the ground.

"You nerd!" Katsuki growls, looking directly at Izuku's eyes. "Did you think I wouldn't recognize that stupid green hair and those ridiculous freckles of yours?"

It seems his childhood friend has grown like a tower now and he's very strong judging by the way he keeps carrying Izuku in his arms like he weighs nothing.

"Hi, Kacchan," he mumbles nervously, feeling his cheeks turn slightly pink. "It's been a while..."

"SHUT UP!" Katsuki growls again, pulling Izuku even closer and that's when the green haired man notices the tears sliding down his cheeks.

"Kacchan, are you cryi–"

"NO!" The barbarian cuts him off, nuzzling against his cheek affectionately.

That's when Izuku bursts into tears. Katsuki puts him down, worried for a moment until he realizes Izuku is not hurt at all.

"I missed you too, Kacchan!" He sobs, feeling strong hands cradling his face as thumbs wipe off the tears from his freckled cheeks.

"You're such a crybaby," Katsuki huffs, although he's tearing up too. "I didn't say I missed you."

"But I know you missed me," Izuku giggles, hearing the moment Katsuki approaches again. The barbarian nuzzles against his cheek before biting the tip of his nose.

"I did miss you, nerd."

"Aren't you going to introduce us to that cutie?" A barbarian girl says, followed by two men, they're as young as Katsuki; one of them has yellow hair and the other one red.

"No," Katsuki growls, pressing Izuku's forehead against his, before rubbing their noses together.

"That's really manly, Bakubro!"

"We get it! But we just want to meet him!"

Reluctantly, Katsuki introduces Izuku to Kirishima, Ashido and Kaminari, although he doesn't move away from Izuku and keeps a hand on his waist the whole time.

"Spar with me, nerd!" Katsuki blurts out suddenly, prompting Ashido to chuckle and Kaminari and Kirishima to look at him like it's the first time they see him.

"Uhh..." Izuku hesitates. Yes, he's stronger now and has learned how to fight, but he's not sure if that's something he wants to–

"Please." Katsuki adds, almost like he can hear Izuku's thoughts.

Kirishima gasps and the others look equally shocked, but Katsuki doesn't tear his red eyes away from Izuku.

It seems like this is important to him.

"Okay, Kacchan."

The part Izuku doesn't enjoy is that they do that in the middle of the village, near the fountain; it's the same beautiful one Izuku and Katsuki used to play around when they were children, which means that everyone can see them. And the people do stop to watch them as if that's some sort of important event.

Izuku notices Masaru and Mitsuki in the crowd.

However, despite how nervous he feels, it also brings back good memories.

"Eyes on me, Izuku."

Fortunately, he actually forgets about everyone else as soon as their eyes connect and suddenly they're running against each other, trying to tackle the other to the ground.

It's weird, but they're really balanced in terms of fighting skills; Katsuki is stronger, but Izuku is faster.

In the end it's a tie and weirdly enough it doesn't make Katsuki upset (when they were kids, the blond was obsessed with winning) actually, it seems he's really happy about the result.

The people around are surprised, but happy; they even clap for them and Izuku finds himself being hugged by Masaru and Mitsuki at the same time, at least until Katsuki yanks him away.

He's blushing. His friends are already walking towards them when Katsuki takes Izuku's hand and intertwines their fingers together.

"Not a word!" He warns his friends. "I'll take Izuku home to feed him."

"Sure you will..."

"Shut up, Pinky!"

It's not that he doesn't enjoy being in Katsuki's house or that he doesn't like the idea of watching him make dinner for him, but Izuku has to know...

"What was that all about, Kacchan?" He asks, sitting at the table, as the barbarian moves around his kitchen.

"The sparring session was actually a compatibility test, it means we're compatible..." The barbarian says, still looking away, although Izuku notices his ears turning red.

"Compatible? But–"

Finally, Katsuki turns around before taking off one of his necklaces and handing it to Izuku. He looks nervous.

"As a couple," he says in a whisper, his red eyes finding Izuku's. There's no hesitation in his voice. "I'd like to start courting you, if you're okay with that."

His heart responds for him, even before Izuku can process what's going on. He feels warm and fuzzy inside.

"But, Kacchan... Isn't it a little bit too soon for that? I mean... We just saw each other again after a long time–"

"I always knew," the barbarian says quietly, getting closer to Izuku until he's in front of him; he kneels before taking Izuku's scarred hands in his. "I know. I'm sure... But if you don't want–"

"I want to," the green haired man finds himself saying to his own surprise. It feels right, it feels like they never stopped seeing each other. "But I still want to travel."

"You can still do that and I can go with you, at least for a year, the time that the courtship lasts and before I take my place as leader of my people," Katsuki says, blushing again. "If after that time you still want to be by my side, we'll go see auntie and maybe bring her here so she can be here for... the wedding."

Izuku, feeling a couple of tears forming in the corners of his eyes with each one of Katsuki's sweet words, nods because he doesn't trust his voice at the moment.

"You're such a crybaby," Katsuki says, tearing up too, before leaning to give Izuku a kiss that makes him forget all his doubts.

They'll be fine. It was meant to happen anyway.

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