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Sour Times

{Bully!Sebastian Sallow x Bullied!GN!Hufflepuff!}

Introduction: Slight deviation from the official HL story. Rather than everyone being intrigued at your unique arrival to Hogwarts, it’s a badge of dishonor to develop your magic so late. Hufflepuffs have a pathetic reputation, and you’ve been sorted into their house. The only reason Sebastian puts up with you is because he needs your ancient magic... and because he wants you all to himself. But he’d never tell, not when the whole school would start picking on and laughing at him like they did you. Yet, when he sees the way you look at Garreth Weasley, he wonders if everyone else’s approval means anything at all.

Word Count: ~ 6,350

Warnings: Kissing, Angst, Bullying

Author’s Note: I finally finished! 🥳 Us Hufflepuffs always get dunked on and I wanted to play around with that. I watched A Silent Voice and Normal People and couldn’t stop thinking about bully-to-lover scenarios. I’ve proofread so many times but I know I’m missing something, gonna do that thing where I get sneaky and edit here and there. Long one today so kick back, grab a snack, do hot people shit, enjoy 😘

Songs (if interested):

Sour Times - Portishead

Intro/Spectrum - HAELOS

September - Instrumental - Sparky Deathcap (oh... cara mia, how i love him)

Heather - Conan Gray

chance with you - mehro

Awaken - Dario Marianelli, Jack Liebeck, Benjamin Wallfisch

“We know that from time to time, there arise among human beings, people who seem to exude love as naturally as the sun gives out heat.”

- Alan W. Watts

As you meandered down the halls to your next class, holding your books with one hand and the other resting in your pocket, someone had grabbed your arm, tugging you behind a corner, causing you to drop your belongings. Whoever it was slammed your back into the wall, then propped up a hand next to your head to trap you in place.

You looked up and met the eyes of your abductor. This position wasn’t anything new to you, though it was new to be here with Sebastian Sallow.

Someone was always trying to mess with you or ruin your day. Being a late bloomer with magic and getting sorted into Hufflepuff hadn’t done you any favors. Other than that, there wasn’t anything wrong with you per se, it was just your social standing at Hogwarts. Even some Hufflepuffs wanted nothing to do with you, believing you made their house even more embarrassing to be in. Yet, that didn’t stop any of the student body from threatening you to do favors for them.

“Heard that you can wield ancient magic. Is it true?”

Your furrowed your brows, wondering how word could spread that quickly. But you suppose the magic you used on the troll in Hogsmeade hadn’t been very discreet. Too bad they gave all the credit to Natsai Onai, you might have made some friends with your troll takedown story.

Shifting your gaze down, you nodded your head.

“Prove it.” He held out a folded piece of parchment, the all too familiar blue glow emanating from it.

You took it from his hands and unfolded it to see rune symbols you’d encountered countless times. “Where did you get this?”

“Doesn’t matter, do you recognize those rune symbols?”

You nodded your head looking over the pages. “I see these whenever I need to unlock a door with ancient magic.”

Sebastian’s breath hitched and you finally met his heavy stare. He cleared his throat and regained his composure. “Exactly. And you’re going to come with me to open one I found.”

You folded the parchment back up and held it out to him. “Okay.”

He snatched it from your hands. “Don’t toy with me. If you don’t help me with this, I can make your life truly miserable here. I’m good friends with Ominis Gaunt, and he’s not afraid to use his family connections to -”

“I said okay.”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at you, not knowing what you were playing at.

“Write me when you have a time and place.” You told him, exhausted.

He eyed you a moment longer, then stepped aside for you to leave. You picked up your books from the ground and kicked the dirt at your feet as you left, taking your time getting to your next class.

“So you’re going to help me? Just like that?” He called after you when he saw it was still just the two of you in the hall.

“Got nothing better to do.” You replied as you kept on your way.

Sebastian was the first person to ask for something and come along with you to get it done. Most people would just send you off, but there he was, exploring the cave and fighting giant spiders by your side.

That little outing turned out to be the first of many. Over time, Sebastian explained his sister’s curse and everything he had done to try to find a cure. He kept it to himself, but he was happy to find someone he could go through this journey with, someone who wasn’t trying to make him abandon hope, even if it was the Hogwarts outcast.

You made the mistake of assuming this meant you were friends in public. When you tried to approach him at Hogwarts, he looked at you as if you had grown horns. He caught sight of a few students whispering to each other and glancing your way. In a panic, he knocked the books from your hands, scattering them to the floor.

“Looks like the Hufflepuff had a little accident.” He jested loud enough for everyone around to hear. He walked away to meet up with some other Slytherin students who were in hysterics at what he had just done. He glanced back your way and it took everything in him to keep the amused look on his face. You were picking your books up off the floor and Garreth Weasley had come to help you. Sebastian noticed he had said something to cheer you up and it brought a smile to your face.

And then a thought surfaced in his head. I think I'd rather be the one who made you smile.

Sebastian’s public displays of discourtesy hadn’t let up. He felt awful, but he couldn’t stand the scrutiny he would get if he was seen with you. Just because he could see all these wonderful qualities in you, didn’t mean everyone else could. The Slytherins especially would give him a tough time. He would get defensive, spewing every excuse he could think of. “Don’t be daft. I only needed to see the Hufflepuff about charms class, nothing more.”

The guilt ate away at him. So when the two of you came across the scriptorium door that could only be opened by casting the cruciatus curse, he felt this could be his penance. But you refused to cast it on him.

He fisted the fabric of your shirt, jerking you towards him. “Dammit, why not?!” He demanded, incredulous. Dread arose in him, because he knew if he casted it on you he would be causing true agony. Everything he had done to you at Hogwarts was an act of rudeness, he never wanted to do anything that caused you pain in this way.

“Because I wouldn’t mean it.”

His face recoiled as if you had slapped him. He was unable to believe it. After all you’ve put up with, how could you not mean to harm him, how could you not want to? “I have been nothing but cruel to you, this is your chance to be cruel back! I know you hate me! I know you hate everyone!”

“I don’t hate you.” You placed your hands atop his that were gripping your shirt, in hopes it would calm him down. “Cast it on me, Sebastian. Get us out of here.”

Sebastian released your shirt, shoving you back. He turned away from you and rubbed a steadying hand down his face. Using the frustration he felt with you then, he spun to face you and recited, “Crucio!”

You fell to the floor, your screams of suffering echoed through his head.

Sebastian shot up in bed in a cold sweat, breathing coming out uneven. He rubbed his face in his hands and let out a shaky sigh. Ever since the scriptorium, he hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, the nightmare had kept replaying in his head.

You arrived back at the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room rather late in the night. It was passed curfew but you wanted to get all of Sirona’s lost letters back to her. Seeing the look on her face had made missing out on a few hours of sleep all worth it.

You startled when you saw a figure move out from the darkness. It was Sebastian, his eyes were red and puffy, dark circles had formed under them.

“Sebast -”

“Why’d you have me do it?” He demanded, his voice cracking. “Why couldn’t you -” He couldn’t stop the tears that fell. His shoulders began to shake as breathy sobs escaped him.

You ran up and pulled him into your arms, gently guiding his head down to your shoulder, and he let himself cry. “I’m okay. Everything’s okay.” You soothed.

He was the one who casted crucio on you, yet here you were comforting him. He felt worthless. You weren’t like anyone he had ever met. You never wanted anything in return, doing things purely out of the kindness of your heart even if it nearly killed you. He couldn’t grasp such a concept, and it overwhelmed him.

He went on his knees before you and took your hand into both of his. “Cast it on me. Please, it’s the only way I can make it all right. I did the wrong thing and I need to make it all right.” He pleaded.

You knelt on the ground with him, meeting his level. You pulled your hand from his and placed it on his cheek. You tried to meet his eyes. “Look at me. I will never do that to you.”

Though you meant for the words to comfort him, they felt like a knife to his chest. He smacked your hand away and scrambled to his feet, running out of sight.

He knew it then as he arrived back at his dorm room, and he let himself feel it entirely, as if he were punishing himself. He was in love with you, and he could never have you, not after everything he had done.

In the time that followed, Sebastian had wanted to act as if the scriptorium and his confrontation with you never happened. You kept an eye on him but went along with it. Your discreet meetings and his insults towards you resumed.

When Sebastian asked to meet briefly about information on a relic he had found in Salazar Slytherin’s spellbook, it was a good day for the both of you.

Your face was bright and ecstatic as you looked down at the thunderbrew potion in your hands. “It took me forever to get the ingredients, but I think I got a knack for brewing.” You couldn’t help but gush to Sebastian, trying to stifle your giggles and keep your voice low so no one around the two of you could hear.

Sebastian didn’t dare let it grow, but a charmed smile tugged at the corner of his lips. If he was going to react to you, he'd try to make it look like you were a nuisance to be around.

“Do you think if - well, I mean - what would you think if -” You began timidly, biting at your lip. Sebastian didn’t look at you, but he listened close, clinging to each word you left him on. “Do you think Garreth would be impressed if I showed him?”

And away went any temptation to smile, he opened the book in his hand to act like he was reading. He discovered that to be the consequence whenever he found himself being pulled towards you, he’d always get slapped with the reality that you were pulled towards Garreth. The other day, when everyone was standing around waiting for Defense Against the Dark Arts class to start, he caught sight of you looking out the window, the sunlight painted your features bewitchingly. He made his way over and saw you were watching Garreth playing Summoner’s Court. “Day dreaming you were actually useful in this class, Hufflepuff?” He had taunted. He’d claim it was to keep up the act but it was really in response to the hurt he felt. The pain only worsened when you glanced his way fleetingly and went right back to watching Garreth with undivided attention.

You noted his silence and felt stupid for even bringing it up to him. “Sorry, I got carried away. I know you don’t care.”

“I think Weasley will soil his breeches no matter what potion you show him.” He said bitterly. “Why do you think he’s so great anyway?”

You didn’t answer and Sebastian looked up to see your gaze following the red headed boy as he walked by, laughing along with a few other students. His stomach twisted uncomfortably and he looked back down to his book, eyes scanning the words but not taking them in.

“He’s the only person who’s been nice to me since day one. But I think that’s just who he is, looks like he’s nice to everyone.” You said the last part more to yourself. A chill went through the air and you began to shiver, seemingly too distracted to care due to where your attention laid.

“Where are your robes?” Sebastian tried to keep his voice monotone.

“Just forgot them is all.” Your eyes followed Garreth until he stopped walking to speak with some of his friends.

“Here. Take mine.” Sebastian exhaled as if he were annoyed, but he wasn’t. He was in earnest at the thought of wrapping you up in his robes.

You turned your attention back to him and shook your head. “No no, people will see. It’s alright.” Gaze returning to Garreth.

Sebastian stopped, robes halfway down his arms, then he shrugged them back on. “Oh... right.” He watched you shift back and forth on your feet, your fingers tapping against the potion’s flask. He could see the ache to run to the Gryffindor clear as day on your face.

“Send me an owl if anything else comes up for the relic.” You said without looking at him, and made your way over to Garreth.

He knew he should turn the other way and act like he was never speaking to you in the first place, as he always did after your furtive meetups. Yet his eyes remained glued to your form. As he watched you talking to Garreth with a beaming smile, laughing along with him as you showed him your thunderbrew potion, insurmountable heartache filled his chest.

It had finally hit him how he couldn’t care less what people thought, they didn’t even know you. No one knew you like he did, especially not Weasley. If everyone saw you through his eyes, they could easily see you were one of the most capable people at Hogwarts. If all it took to win you over was being kind to you since the beginning, he wanted to kick himself. I’ve been the biggest prat.

How could he have treated you the way he had? Asking for your help all this time, but not wanting to be seen with you in public. He had been nothing short of a coward. His fear of what others thought had led him to lose any chance with you. You were the one that’s helped him through this nightmare of a curse on his sister, you were the one willing to take on immense agony in the scriptorium for him, you were the one he yearned for. He could say the same for none of these people.

The blood drained from Sebastian’s face when he witnessed Garreth slip off his Gryffindor robes and put them on you. It was as if the wind was knocked out of him, his breathing started coming out shallow. He told himself to get out of there.

The first place he could think of was his dorm. He had tunnel vision the whole way there, a few students had asked if he was feeling alright as he passed. He waved them off, saying something about a potion brew gone wrong, he couldn’t fully remember. When he got to his dorm room, he burst through the door and sat at the edge of his bed. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and tried to steady his breathing. As soon as the sick feeling in his stomach started to dissipate, he laid back, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“What’s gotten into you?” Ominis asked, sitting himself on his own bed.

It took Sebastian a moment to be able to speak. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath. “Nothing, I’m fine. Just feeling a little sick is all.”

“Is this about the Hufflepuff who helped us in the sciptorium?”

He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, and that was the only answer Ominis needed.

“Nobody cares you know. Sure it’s fun to make fun of a Hufflepuff, that’s nothing new. And one that developed their magic so late? Easy target. But in the end, no one cares. After everything that’s happened, it’s no surprise you feel the way you do.” Ominis never hesitated to call people out, but every now and then he had a way of saying what needed to be said without making someone feel too ashamed.

Sebastian should have known this, he should have had this conversation with himself before it could have gotten this far. He felt like such a child then, laying in his bed, pouting at the predicament he put himself in. But it was hard to pick himself back up, he felt his relationship with you was unsalvageable at this point and it was his fault. He was the nuisance you had to put up with because of that pesky Hufflepuff loyalty of yours, and Garreth was your escape. Garreth could make you happy just by being in your line of sight. He could only dream of having that effect on you at this point.

Sebastian had searched for you all day but to no avail. As a last resort, he made his way to the undercroft, he cringed thinking back on the time he first showed it to you. “I’m only showing you this place so we won’t be seen working together. You’re not welcome here if I’m not here.” It wasn’t true, but how would you have ever known otherwise? He had been so cruel to you, it was no wonder you wanted to run into Garreth’s arms. He had practically shoved you his way.

The sound of sniffling stopped him in his tracks. He pressed forward cautiously and saw you were sitting on the floor against the wall with your head down.

“What’s happened?” Sebastian strode up and knelt before you.

“Oh! Sebastian.” You startled. “I - I’m sorry, I’ll leave. Just allergies. Came down here to escape all that pollen.” You wiped at your face quickly, he could tell your eyes were puffy from crying.

His inner voice was screaming at him that this was his chance, as of that moment he could start taking steps in the right direction with you. He could become the person you wanted, slowly but surely. “Talk to me.” He sat beside you and took your hand in his, he began stroking it with his thumb in hopes it gave you some comfort.

You were taken aback by his actions, but then surmised that was probably how much he pitied you. You felt humiliated at the thought. The Hufflepuff got caught crying like a sad baby bird in the rain, who wouldn’t feel bad? You pulled your hand free from his. “It’s nothing, I just needed a moment. I’m truly sorry I came down here without you, I couldn’t think of any other place. I - I panicked.” You got up and began your escape out. “It won’t happen again.”

Sebastian tripped over himself as he went to chase after you. He ran up and wrapped his arms around you from behind, holding you in place. “Don’t go. Please, talk to me.”

His touch felt wrong to you and you slid free from his embrace. You didn’t feel safe with Sebastian, you didn’t feel safe with anyone at Hogwarts for that matter. But the look on his face had convinced you somewhat he wanted to know what was wrong. “I just had a bad day.”

He took a step towards you, hoping you would keep going.

You rolled your eyes at the foolishness you felt. “I worked up the courage to speak to Garreth about how I felt and -” You stopped and shook your head. “This is stupid, I don’t know why I’m telling you this -”

“What did he do?” His voice was direct, body stiffening.

You let out a sigh, hating that you were revisiting the memory. You looked down and began twiddling your thumbs. “I told Garreth how I felt and asked him on a date to The Three Broomsticks. He laughed in my face and said no. Said he’d be friendly with me in public but he wasn’t going to be seen on a date with me. And then he said we could still have some fun in private together.” You recalled the incident, disgusted. “But what else should I have expected? You said it yourself, no one wants to be seen with someone like me.”

Sebastian had never seen your features turn so harsh, and he hadn’t hated himself more than he did in that moment. "I never should have said that to you. Please, you have to know I never meant it.”

Your eyes didn’t meet his, he could tell you were still angry, not just with him, but with the world. He was surprised you didn’t get to this point sooner. Hufflepuffs really could put up with a lot before they’d had enough.

Sure, he wanted you to have feelings for him, but more than anything he wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him. Seeing your hurt expression then, he wanted to step up more than ever. “No good prick.” Sebastian dug his heels in the ground to storm out of the undercroft. “I’m going to kill him.”

Your eyes went wide. “What? No, it’s alright! Forget I said anything!” You grabbed his wrist trying to hold him back, but he just kept walking, dragging you along with him. “W - What happened to staying out of each other’s lives? You don’t owe me anything, Sebastian! Just drop it!”

Sebastian stopped to face you, he used the grip you had on his wrist and yanked you to him. He steadied you as you crashed into him, taking your face in his other hand and placing his lips atop yours. He wanted to convey everything he felt for you in that kiss, every thank you he should have said, every apology he should have made. You didn’t deserve any of the treatment you got at Hogwarts, especially from him.

His brows furrowed as he deepened the kiss. He tried to be tender, but the urgency was what took over with how he moved his lips against yours. Your grip fell from his wrist in shock and he used his now free hand to grab your waist and pull you flush to him. He felt you kiss him back, but with hesitancy, and then you pushed him away.

He looked at your stunned expression, “This feels wrong.” You whispered.

Shoving down the sting he felt at your rejection, he strode out of the undercroft, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded.

Sebastian spotted Garreth in the middle of the quidditch field, joking around with some friends. “Oi, Weasley!” He called as he strode up to the red head.

Garreth turned away from his group. “Yeah? What is it, Sall-” His words were cutoff when Sebastian punched him square in the jaw. He shot a hand up to where the throbbing began to kick in. “What in Merlin’s na - OOMF!” Sebastian rammed into his gut, tackling him to the ground. It finally kicked in what was happening and Garreth began to shove and punch back. Nearby students gathered around in a circle, hooting and hollering for them to keep going.

“Show that Gryffindor how it’s done, Sallow!”

“Get him good, Weasley!”

“Levioso!” Sebastian and Garreth were pulled apart and lifted into the air at Madam Kogawa’s spell cast. The two boys eyed each other, bruised and bloody, wanting to go back at it as she approached.

“I see detentions are in order.”

When Garreth confronted him, demanding what his deal was, Sebastian had dug into him. Shoving his finger into his chest, telling him he didn’t deserve someone like you.

“Oh please, as if you’re not doing the exact same thing. Everyone sees the ‘secret’ meetings the two of you have. I hardly think you’re the person to fault me.”

Sebastian couldn’t say anything in retaliation, because he was right. He deserved every punch and kick Weasley landed. But things were different now, and he was going to stop at nothing to prove it to you.

Sebastian leaned against the kegs just outside the Hufflepuff common room. He stood up straight when the entrance opened and you stepped out. Your gaze landed on him and your face twisted at his state.

“Are you alright?” You ran up to him and gently grabbed his chin to begin examining his bruising. Remembering you two weren’t in private, you yanked your hand back. “Sorry.” You glanced around to make sure no one had seen. It pained him, that after all the time you spent together, this was the habit he enforced in you. He grabbed at your hand and placed it against his cheek.

“I’m fine.” He thought about his next words carefully. “I'm not ashamed to be seen with you.” He began. “I’m so sorry I ever told you I was. I haven’t been there for you. If I could go back, I’d do it all differently. I really would.”

You avoided his gaze and looked down, pulling your hand away. His touch still felt wrong, and thinking about his kiss in the undercroft made you just as uneasy. Everything was so backwards, your mind couldn’t keep up. Not long ago, Garreth was the one being kind to you while Sebastian was itching to get as far away from you as possible. And now, Garreth had you repulsed and Sebastian had an avid interest to be by your side. You were in a constant state of confusion and had a strange desire for things to go back to how they were.

“Sebastian...” Your defenses went up as he moved closer to you, wanting to show you he was listening. “I’m going to be honest, I don’t believe you. All year you’ve dreaded being around me and now I’m supposed to believe your feelings changed just like that?”

Sebastian nodded his head, seeing what you were saying. He shouldn’t have expected you to be okay with all this just because he said so. “I understand. I’ve been awful to you. But I can make it all up to you, you’ll see. I can be what you want.”

You tried to search his eyes for some sort of reason for this shift in him, still not really taking in his words. “I think I need some space.” You were sick of boys playing with your feelings like this. There was only so much you could take. Pretty impressive trait of Hufflepuffs, anyone else would have felt worn thin ages ago.

Sebastian swallowed thickly and nodded his head. He forced a polite smile and left at the nearest floo.

He needs his space too. You thought. That way he’ll get over these feelings he supposedly has for you. You didn’t believe him for a second. You’ve seen other students swooning over each other. It definitely wasn’t what was happening between you and Sebastian Sallow. The only experiences you’ve had with him were secret meetings and him getting humiliated if someone associated the two of you together. He expected all that to just go away with one secret kiss? It wasn’t going to happen.

Maybe he went after someone else and they rejected him, and he was so desperate for affection he came to me. You concluded.

The days that followed, Sebastian kept his distance from you without really keeping his distance. Every morning, he got up early to get a flower from the fields surrounding Hogwarts, each one different than the day before. Whenever you got up from your desk or left your books unattended, he would cast the disillusionment spell on himself and place the flower in your book for you to stumble across later.

He didn’t need to see your reaction to it, but every now and then if you were in the same area, he’d be on the lookout for it. Sebastian watched from afar as you began looking through your book on a bench in the Transfiguration Courtyard. But his blood started to boil when he saw Garreth make his way over and sit down next to you.

You looked up from your book, a questioning look on your face.

Garreth was visibly nervous and wouldn’t meet your eyes. “I wanted to apologize for how I spoke to you the other day. My mother raised me better than that.”

You hummed as you looked across his features, noticing he was bruised up like Sebastian was. “What happened to you?”

Garreth scratched the back of his head. “Got some sense knocked into me by your friend, Sallow.”

“He’s not my friend.” You said plainly, trying to bring your attention back to your book. A part of you was annoyed Sebastian had actually followed through with going after Garreth, and another part was a little pleased the both of them landed strikes on the other.

He looked to your face then. “I really do like you, you know.” He confessed, and you returned his gaze. He was looking at you like he was sorry this wasn’t what he had said to you in the first place. “But I felt the pressure of everyone, and I told myself I should be embarrassed to be around you. But I’m not. Everyone else can sod off, I can see everything you’re doing even if they refuse to. You’re nothing short of incredible. I truly am sorry for what I said.”

You gave him a small nod. “Apology accepted.”

He smiled and let out a sigh of relief, then held out his hand. “Friends?”

You took it and shook. “Friends.”

He held your hand in his when you tried to pull away. “Don’t suppose that date to Three Broomsticks is still on the table?”

You scoffed but went silent when you saw he was serious. You shook your head and pulled your hand from his grasp.

“Right.” He looked down dejectedly. “Guess I deserved that, didn’t I?” He chuckled awkwardly, getting up and clearing his throat. “I’ll see you around then.” His voice was strained.

Sebastian watched as Garreth left you and made his way over to him. The red head gave him a cordial slap on the shoulder as he walked passed. “Looks like we both blew it, Sallow.”

You hated to admit it, but Sebastian was making some headway with you. It had been at least a few weeks since you told him you needed space, and he had given it to you. You thought it would be the easiest thing in the world for him to do, but he looked like he was struggling. Every time you caught each other’s eye, he looked like he was holding his breath, hoping that would be the day you’d approach him. You thought it’d wear off after a bit, and the distance between the two of you would have him come to his senses. But he seemed undeterred, just as dedicated as the day before if not more so.

You especially hated to admit that every time you found a flower in your books, the flutter in your chest would grow. Each time you needed to talk yourself down, because any day now Sebastian would give up and go back to only wanting to see you about his progress on getting a cure for Anne.

But then you’d think about how he kissed you. There was so much need in it. In the moment it felt off. But the more your revisited the memory, thinking back on how his lips moved against yours, you got this feeling of being genuinely wanted, perfectly safe. And that sense came from Sebastian Sallow of all people?

You watched him as he took notes in charms class. He was pretty good looking, wasn’t he? You came to notice these passed few weeks now that he was being kind to you.

He looked up from his notes and glanced your way. You held his gaze when he did, giving him a soft smile. His eyes grew wide and he became fidgety in his seat. He smiled back and his ears burned red. It was the most he’d gotten from you and he didn’t know how to handle it.

You looked back down to your notes and he looked back down at his, trying to contain his giddiness. He felt like he made a huge leap in progress and he couldn’t wait to keep going. It was just a smile, but it was the only sign he needed that he was headed in the right direction with you. He wondered if he should keep going with the flowers or step it up a bit. He wanted to respect your wishes and keep his distance, but he also wanted to do more for you.

He was so lost in thought, he didn’t notice you approach when class was dismissed. “Sebastian?”

He stiffened, panic flooding through him. He was mentally preparing to chase after you from afar, he didn’t think he’d have the right words to say face to face yet. But he willed himself to speak anyway. “Yes?”

“Walk with me to herbology?” You eyed him, like you were testing him.

Sebastian knew what you were doing, this would be the first time he’d be seen with you in public willingly and not act like he was being forced to speak with you. Bring it on. “Of course.” Sebastian grabbed your books and smiled at your surprised expression. “Come on then.”

You joined his side and as you walked with him, you noticed he wasn’t rushing. He was taking his time getting to your next class. You had to admit, you expected him to want to speed up the process to get it over with and minimize the amount of people who saw the two of you together. But instead, he let himself look smitten as he stood by your side.

The whispers and glances started up as the two of you walked along. He looked to you and noticed you didn’t seem quite as at ease as he was. He gave you a playful nudge with his shoulder and you couldn’t fight the smile that graced your lips. He was making butterflies dance in your stomach and a funny ache for him grew. You peeked back at him and the way he was smiling at you made you want to tug at his tie and have him kiss you senseless again. Calm down, don’t let him win you over yet. You lectured yourself.

When the two of you arrived in herbology, he made sure to grab a potting station next to yours. Professor Garlick called everyone up to grab some seeds for the day’s class. As you were about to go up with everyone else, he wrapped an arm around your waist to stop you. “I’ll get it.” He said in a low tone near your ear. His hand lingered and dragged across your waist until he was too far to touch you anymore. He shot you a smirk over his shoulder as he walked away.

That funny ache you felt turned into something simmering hot within you. When he came back with the mallowsweet seeds, he took your hand in his and placed them on your palm. His fingers dragged across your hand and you peered at him through your lashes.

“Be careful.” He said, releasing you and turning to his potting station. “You look like you want to kiss me.”

A burning sensation hit your cheeks and you turned to your own station. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Silly me then.”

The two of you focused, or at least tried to, on your pots before you. You planted the seeds and padded down the soil, then awaited further instruction from Professor Garlick. But you tuned her words out as you eyed Sebastian up and down. Thankfully, you were already experienced with mallowsweet, so you weren’t too concerned about falling behind.

Sebastian watched you through the corner of his eye, he could feel your eyes on him and it drove him mad. As soon as class was over, he was going to try to reenact the first time he demanded your help. Except this time when he pulled you into a hidden corner, there wouldn’t be as much talking. His jaw clenched at the anticipation.

You usually enjoyed herbology, but that day’s class was dragging on a little too long. Your mind billowed with thoughts of Sebastian’s lips and ideas of how you were going to get them back on yours.

“Class dismissed.” Professor Garlick sang. You and Sebastian immediately looked to one another, knowing exactly what you wanted to do, but unsure how you were going to get there.

“I think I -” You began, not really knowing where you were going to take your words. “I think I left something in the undercroft.”

Sebastian didn’t say anything as he grabbed your hand and pulled you along.

Once the two of you arrived in the undercroft, he closed the gate behind you and pressed you up against the nearest wall, slamming his mouth against yours. The two of you wanted to devour each other whole. A muffled moan escaped you and you cupped his face in your hands. His hands gripped your hips greedily as he tried to savor every sound he could get from you.

Unable to keep in one place long with so much of you available to him, he began kissing along your jaw, down your neck, below your ear. He could feel you quiver at his kisses and he wanted to do everything he could to keep you squirming.

You whimpered, and he knew he found the spot below your ear to be your weakness. “I... I think we left our books in herbology.” You breathed pleasantly as he kept at it.

Sebastian hummed as he continued his magic. “Such a shame.” He knew he still had a ways to go with you. No matter how long it would take him, he was going to make things right. But if he could tempt you into a kiss here and there along the way, he hoped you wouldn’t mind.

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x gn reader #sebastian sallow angst #sebastian sallow x hufflepuff

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mintsv · 9 months

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basketball date w/ gyuvin !! ₊˚🧸⊹

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bf!kim gyuvin x gn!reader

synopsis : what would it be like if one day your boyfriend kim gyuvin took you to play basketball with him? another very fluffy drabble / scenarios / imagines i still don't know what to call it, it's just fluff.

wc : 0.9k

-> notes : first of all i'm sorry for the people reading this who are ACTUALLY good at basketball because i'm certainly not and that's why i made this :) also this is like major brain rot and it's not organized whatsoever it's just all over the place i hope you understand.. hihi 🤭

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first of all, i think he'd take you on a basketball date to show you his b-ball skills and he's hoping you'll go like 'gyuvin ur so cool!' and you did do that but as time went by you started to get a lil bored just watching so you asked him if he could teach you instead which he happily obliged.

when you couldn't reach the hoop or make any shots he'd pick you up and he let's you shoot in as many b-balls as you liked.

when you actually shoot one in without his help, he'd clap and smile at you like a child and don't forget that he'll be squishing your cheeks and aweing at you (the thing he does w/ yujin).

"my gf/bf/partner is soooo talented!" he'd say all sorts of remarks like this and you thought he was being sarcastic but he actually meant every word but hes also too shy to tell you up front so he just jokes about it in hopes you'll get his signal. what a silly guy

and it sort of worked because you started to get really into b-ball and you didn't miss as many shots as before, you were excited to show your boyfriend how you improved so gyuvin pitched the idea of having a friendly competition between the two of you.

during the friendly match, it was obvious gyuvin was making it easier for you because he wasn't even running he was walking and when he got to shoot the ball he'd go like "oops i missed" and literally pass the ball to you.

gyuvin was usually very competitive especially when playing b-ball. his partner for basketball practice was usually ricky and you knew how competitive gyuvin was in reality so you felt a little down thinking he doesn't actually see it as a match.

so you started sulking, excusing yourself from the court to drink some water and gyuvin followed along cause he noticed your change in mood.

"be right back." he says quickly before rushing off to who knows where, making you sit there in boredom while the sweat on your shirt starts to feel sticky and uncomfortable, not only that but you were also craving your favorite drink after gulping down a whole bottle of water.

gyuvin comes back and brings just what you wanted without you telling him to, one of his t-shirts freshly washed in his hand and your favorite drink on the other.

and then he'd start apologizing, hugging you, holding your hand, or cupping your cheeks basically all he could think of in order to stop you from sulking.

which in fact worked because you couldn't help but let out a giggle and gyuvin would be sooo proud of himself for making you laugh, i guess sulking will just never work when you have a boyfriend as adorable as gyuvin.

In the end, you'll change into his t-shirt, both of you enjoy your favorite drinks together before crashing into his house and ending the day on a high note. (probably cuddling while watching gyuvin's favorite basketball anime).

small imagine ->

you saw gyuvin slam dunk and hang from the hoop thanks to his lanky tall body so you tried to do it too except you failed horribly, making gyuvin laugh like a maniac.

"if you keep laughing i'm actually breaking up with you." you threaten him while lifting yourself up the ground.

"sorry sorry here i'll help you." gyuvin went in front of you and knelt down with his back facing you. you assumed he was gonna give you a piggy back ride but the moment you lifted one of your legs he positioned himself under you and lifted you up, with your legs on either side of his shoulder and you yelp out of surprise which almost made you fall backwards but you didn't thanks to gyuvin's quick hand grasping your thighs and your free hand held onto his head for support.

"gyuvin what the hell?! that scared me so bad!" you hit his head playfully while your other hand was occupied by a basketball.

"what're you waiting for? shoot it!" gyuvin tilted his head backwards to look at you with a silly smile on his lips and you could only afford to turn away in order to hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks.

when you were about to put the ball in, gyuvin accidentally tripped on his shoelaces and lost his balance resulting in the ball flying out of your hand and the both of you falling down.

you prepared yourself for the impact but after a while, you didn't feel anything and a sudden groaning was heard from the boy under you.

"ouch.." he sat up halfway, one hand holding onto his head while the other rested at your waist. "oww.. y/n are you okay? did you get hurt?" contrary to his current state the first words that left his mouth were concerns for your safety even though he just fell head first onto the ground trying to save you.

"oh my god gyu are you okay? i'm so sorry.." you quickly regained consciousness and took in current the situation, your hands held his face, arm, head searching for any bruises but when you found none you sighed in relief.

"no, don't be sorry it was my fault i actually tripped on my shoelaces..." you hit his chest playfully while you two sat on the not so clean ground for a good minute, exchanging glances and giggles but looking away when the blood rushed to your cheeks. as if you weren't dating already smh

Eventually gyuvin helped you up, dusting your pants and shirt from any dirt before enveloping you into a warm hug, your face squished in his chest but you hugged him back anyways.

"hey y/n, let's just play another sport next time."

"yeah, definitely."

-> i have no idea how to write these im too used to just making stories so yeah bonus imagine at the end ;p

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i3utterflyeffect · 3 months

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Imagine if victim does try to go after Purple, but Purple is safe on the desktop at the time talking about the cg with c!Alan. They're searching the house and can't find Purple anywhere.

Wait I just realized as I'm writing this that if the house gets searched then the portal would be found. Not good I think. I mean, the mercs already know Mango's history with Minecraft, but finding the portal and it having a path to the animator's PC would be a problem.

i'm sorry but i imagined multiple scenarios to this and some of them are so funny. i don't know which one i should draw

in all seriousness though i think purple would probably unlink the portal, just in case King comes back home and becomes suspicious because he can hear Obnoxious Portal Noises in the basement, and i also feel like they would both be nervous enough that any ruckus would catch their attention, so Alan would be quick to slam dunk the mercs into the trash.

though it is funny to imagine the Mercs leaving behind Agent (since he's the primary tech guy) because he's busy and SURELY this isn't a computerside server. and it proceeds to be a computerside server.

or Victim going 'fuck this guy i'm going to go do it myself' and then proceeding to walk onto Alan's PC, take a look around, and immediately leave because Fuck That Shit, Absolutely Not, Nope, Not Today.

#though there is the fill bucket short which is making me imagine them trying to pass as chosen or SC #and i can't get over that idea. it's so funny. it would go horribly wrong for victim and you know it.#sorry i would take your ask more seriously but my brain is providing such silly scenarios. and i just. man.#pitch posts #tommy's stickmen tag

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two-red-lungs · 2 years

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I read a couple of your Eddie smuts and I must say "chef kiss". If I may add to the gutter we are all climbing into, however, I'd love to ask for a list of kinks you think he'd associate with. I know some may be personal imagines/tastes/likes and that is okay! It is what we are here for.

First of all ❤️THANK YOU❤️.

Okay, I have a lot of thoughts about Eddie’s preferences, tastes, kinks, general enjoyments, etc. I have organized them for your viewing pleasure.

Eddie Munson Sexual Headcanons (NSFW Below the Cut):

There is so much going on with this man. SO MUCH.

General Likes/Facts:

The man is a switch. He’s so switchy. He’s like a human multitool.

Nearly anything has the ability to turn him on. You wanna ride him and have him beg to cum and call you mommy? Excellent. He is literally already hard. You want him to fold you in half on the bed and rail you until you’re shaking? He is literally equally as into that, bend over babe.

He’s got a thigh thing. Something about the plush…. The softness… the way the meat of the leg jiggles, how it feels when he grabs it or smacks it, how it cushions him when he fucks. Even nonsexually he loves thighs. Lap pillow, anyone?

BIG ON WETNESS. If you’re his GF he will go stupid horny apeshit monkey brain over your wetness. He’ll literally just play with it, or eat you out for as long as you let him. Almost annoyingly delighted that he can make you so wet.

Mr. “Walking Oral Fixation.” His fingers in your mouth, yours in his, you biting him, him biting you, doesn’t matter as long as long as he gets to feel a lil tongue.

Side note on that: hickeys. On him or you, again, doesn’t matter, they made him preen and walk around all puffed-up and happy because it shows that he cares about someone and they care about him.

Mild exhibitionist. Not in actual “might get caught” scenarios, although he HAS thought about it, but rocking his van in a parking lot? Getting it on in a bathroom stall? It’s so naughty and taboo he LOVES it

If you bring BDSM elements to the table he’s READY to try them. Ready for anything. Sensory deprivation, chastity, mild breath play. He’ll try almost anything once.

Eddie Munson would be like a kid in a candy store if he ever got a sex swing. “The possibilities, baby! The fuckin’ possibilties! Endless!”

Sub!Eddie Likes/Facts:

PUSSYDRUNK PUSSYDRUNK

When Eddie subs you can SLAM DUNK him into subspace two ways: sitting on his face/pinning him, or calling him some variation of “baby boy” or “silly boy”

Likes a little bit of groping/being pushed around. Press him up against a wall and shove a leg between his thighs? He’s got heart eyes.

Adores edging. Such an intense sensation. He likes going mindless during sex and oh BOY does that get him there

Big beggar. Will babble and beg and cajole with spittle running down his chin that he’s been so good and is trying so hard and to please let him cum

Goes fucking feral for mild degradation, especially “stupidification” as long as it doesn’t insult his actual intelligence. Loves being your dumb, sweet, horny angel willing to follow your every order and eat you out with glazed-over, brainless eyes

An ideal Valentine’s Day for him would be you riding him with his hands tied behind his back until he’s so pussydrunk he’s slurring his words, and you’re laughing and biting at his lips and teasing him over it

In softer scenes: praise kink. Oh man PRAISE KINK. Gently riding him while peppering him with kisses and soft little touches, telling him over and over that you love him and he’s so kind and he’s such a hard worker and you enjoy your time with him so much??? Oh he’ll cum but he might cry too

Dom!Eddie Likes/Facts:

Hello HELLO??? This man is the world’s biggest service top. It really lets his “kind of enjoys antagonizing people” side shine through

Multiple. Orgasms. He’ll get an iron grip on your legs and hold one open even when you’re shaking. “C’mon, Princess, I know you got another one for me, there we go, there we gooooo, good girl, fuck…”

He’ll talk to your pussy. Or at least talk about your pussy. “She’s so wet for me baby, feel that? Opening right up for my fingers, shit, is she always this excitable?” With that smug, stupid grin on his face.

Plays the “what did you say?” and “sorry, I couldn’t hear you” game to make you say things louder (like that you want his cock, or that you want to cum)

He’s a great dom honestly but his one flaw is that he folds very very easily when you whine enough for something, like he literally can’t help but DESPERATELY want to give it to you. And he COMPLAINS about it.

“Fuck, baby… shit. Now that’s just… that’s not fair. Don’t use the puppy dog eyes on me. I’m not the bad guy here! Who asked to be tied up, hmmm?”

At first he thought vibrators were the enemy. Now he has realized they’re his ally and it’s made him fucking unstoppable. He’ll literally just keep it pressed against your clit while you buck and squeal and talk the whole time. “Fuuuuck, looks like it feels good, looks like you love it. Feel good baby? Too much? Nah. You can take it. You’re a big girl.”

Eddie’s Icks/Hard Limits:

Scat and blood play. He’d literally look at you like you’d grown a third head if you mentioned either of them. Great way to make things weird.

Don’t get him wrong. He loves you love-tapping his cock a few times, he loves lightly slapping your clit just enough to make you jump, and he adores hands softly squeezing necks because it feels like ownership and a sign of trust. But HURTING you? Actually, ACTUALLY hurting you? Hey he literally cannot fucking stand the thought

He may look the part of metal enthusiast and biker guy but he’s extremely sentimental and romantic under all his “jaded bullshit”, and no amount of rolling out the old “safe sane and consensual” rhetoric will ever convince him to lay a harmful hand on you

Actually getting caught. A, he doesn’t like involving other people. This is a you-and-him thing. And B, Eddie has enough shit to deal with without getting a public indecency charge okay???

Demeaning him too much. It’s the other way around, too, but concerning him it can be very easy to hit him where it genuinely hurts: his sense of intellect. Calling him your sweet, silly slut is one thing. Your stupid little cumdrunk boy is great too. But calling him a moron? A dumbass? Mentioning anything about his academics? Uh-uh. Nope. Eddie has gone flaccid.

Just don’t make him feel like an actual idiot. That’s all he asks. The bar is on the ground, folks.

Cuckolding/cheating. Eddie is a romantic and I’ll die on this hill. As much as he says he doesn’t believe in all that, he clings to his fantasy stories of dashing heroes fighting entire nations for their one true love. The idea that you might get off on fucking someone that’s not him in front of him is actually… emotionally hurtful.

Because at the end of the day he is your big jingly labrador retriever, and hey? He fucking loves you. Loves you more than anything.

Thanks for the ask babe!!!

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things s4 #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #minors dont look #my writing

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slamdunkhcs · 11 months

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Hiyaaa! I’m so glad there’s still someone who writes for Slam Dunk :D If it’s not too much of a bother, can I request for a scenario where the boys get stuck in an elevator with their crush? I’ll leave the choice of characters to you. Pleas feel free to write for whoever you’re comfy with. Thanks a lot~

This is such a good ask LMAOOO

sd boys stuck in an elevator with their crush

kiyota

Lowkey he’d be nervous asl LMAOOO

Obvs he wants to look cool in front of the girl he likes but he doesn’t know what to do. And he’d prolly be a little panicked about missing practice

At first he’d be making small talk to pass the time LOL. He’d take it as a chance to talk to you more and ask you hella questions about yourself. I can see him as the type to ramble on and on about himself, but I think he would be a good listener too

He’d see you being hella anxious and he’d feel bad. I don’t think he’s really good with words but he’d be cracking up jokes to make you smile. Mf will be out there repping like he’s a comedian

HE WOULD DEADASS TRY BREAKING THE ELEVATOR DOOR. HIS ASS WOULD BE SLAMMING ON IT LMAOOO

sawakita

Let’s be honest, this boy is gonna be PANICKING.

He wouldn’t want to make it obvious though so he’d be tryna smile and reassure her.

I think he would also try making small talk but I think he’d be more nervous, but he’d end up going on about how his day is going and how he’s prolly gonna get bothered by his teammates for missing practice.

I think you’d have to ask him questions to get him to talk more comfortably. I think if you asked him how his last game went tho, he’d get TALKING. Like the dude would get sm less nervous

By the time yall are out of the elevator, he would definitely ask you to come watch the rest of his practice. HED OFFER TO BUY YOU AN ICE CREAM AFTERWARDS to “make up for what happened”

sendoh

I do think he would be a little reactive to it, kinda like “oh shit we’re stuck” but I don’t think he’d panick

He alr shows up late to his practices so he isn’t fr concerned LMAOOO he’d be calm and collected. If he notices his crush is nervous though, he would be really nice and smile at her to make her feel more comfortable.

I don’t think Sendoh is really the type to talk about himself. I do think he would be a good listener though and try talking to his crush and asking her questiohs

Mf would lowkey be swooning LOL. He’d be thinking “woah she looks even prettier closer up”

Honestly I think even after getting unstuck, he’d want to spend more time with you and just skip his practice and ask you to go eat with him. He don’t care 💀

#slam dunk #スラムダンク #headcanon #slam dunk anime #kiyota #nobunaga x reader #nobunaga kiyota #akira sendoh #sendoh akira #akira #anime and manga #hanamichi #sakuragi hanamichi #hisashi mitsui #eiji #eiji sawakita #sawakita eiji

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cosmica-galaxy · 6 months

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I…I have this scenario where the human is like baller..and uses a ball as their weapon so like during a battle where your Oc’s and mimics are fighting and just as they get attacked by a large Skibidi unit then a giant red ball slams into the Skibidi’s face and gets knocked away from them and they turn and look to find the human holding multiple red balls and with a smirk on their face as they started throwing the balls at the Skibidi units

The alliance didn't expect your pre-war talent to be useful to their cause. But now, you're kinda flexing your abilities. Not only that, but you're styling, ballin, AND breaking skibidi ankles on top of all that. Your ball throwing skills breaks the glasses of skibidis, making them vulnerable to the TV units. Your dunking can cause earthquakes. Your shoes are on fleek and make even the most highest ranking skibidis go "SHEEEEEEESH". Who needs a plunger?? You dunk on them so hard, they flush themselves from embarrassment! The legend of the human baller spreads and a new saying is coined from those very battles by the units that still bring shame to the skibidis. "Skibidis will NEVER be ballers"

#does this count as a shitpost XD #haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #cosmica-galaxy #anonymous #anon asks #anon ask #skibidi tag

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auslanderka · 8 months

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fandom : slam dunk

ship : Mitsui Hisashi x f!reader

note and TW : slam dunk spoilers ep. 81 and 82

— contains eng grammar problems and mistakes as well

“name…” Haruko broke off her sentence in the middle when she saw that the chair next to her was empty. She blinked in surprise and sighed quietly, returning her eyes to the situation on the court.

“she should be with him now,” the boy sitting on the other side spoke up. His hair carefully combed back. Mito Youhei, watched carefully everything that was happening on the court with his arms folded across his chest. He glanced at Haruko, who sighed again while nodding slightly.

“yes, you're right. I hope he is fine…”

The corridors surrounding the court, where the match had already started again, were abnormally long. At least that's what you thought. After all, running from one end of the sports venue to the other was quite a challenge for someone who only watched sports on TV or from the stands sitting in a comfortable chair. Panic grew in your heart with every meter. You tried to push it away to the farthest corners of your brain, however, it poisoned your mind and suggested various worst-case scenarios.

You couldn't quite tell what happened on the court. The action that Shohoku played under the basket was unbelievable. Your eyes were focused all the time on the ball and prayers that they would score more points. Only the whistle drew your attention to what was happening centrally in the middle of the court. You didn't know how or why Mitsui fell. You didn't even know when you jumped up from your seat and ran out of the stands as if scalded.

You ran down the stairs almost falling off them. Cursed silently feeling a slight pain in your foot but after a second you ignored it by running on. You couldn't find him. Anyone would say that finding a basketball player who is over 180 cm tall and well-built can't be that difficult. Nothing could be more wrong.

When a year younger schoolmate appeared before your eyes, you breathed a sigh of relief. Yasuda didn't notice you at the first moment tossing coins into the vending machine in front of him.

"Yasuda!"

"Senpai?!" he looked at you surprised as you tried with difficulty to catch your breath. Compared to them all, you were not used to running at all. The boy leaned over to take out the drinks he had just bought from the vending machine. Two large cans were still pleasantly cold.

"I'll take care of it." you assured taking the items out of his hands. "go back to the court. you are more needed there now."

He looked at you surprised but nodded. Before walking away toward the hall door, he said that Mitsui was sitting on the stairs deep in the hall. You thanked him with a slight smile and moved quickly in the indicated direction with your soul on the shoulder.

And yes. Mitsui was sitting on the stairs. His breathing was heavy and shallow, indicating the tremendous physical exertion that had just taken place few minutes ago. At first he didn't notice you. He was staring at his hands trembling with exhaustion. His head was spinning all the time. He sat stiffly on the stairs, afraid that any slightest change in the position of his body, would result in fainting again.

A small patch on his lower lip irritated him. He should be used to all sorts of patches and bandages, since the last two years he had at least one on his face all the time. But this patch irritated him. It pulled the skin in some inexplicable way that made Mitsui irritated.

Clenched the hand lying on his knee. He was trembling all over. From exhaustion, dehydration and shame.

Hisashi felt terrible. What would Anzai-sensei say if he saw him in such a condition? Would he have looked at him from behind his glasses - with those gentle eyes - and assured him that nothing was wrong? Or would he have scolded him for being in the main Shohoku basketball team, unable to run the entire time allotted for the match?

Damn. I don't have the same energy I had in junior high. He thought all the while staring at his hand which refused to stop trembling. He took a few deep breaths, but no avail. He felt useless. Throughout the game, his effectiveness was the lowest. Even Sakuragi, that insufferable clown Sakuragi, scored more points than him. What is the point of having a Shooting Guard who is unable to throw for 3 points and fainting in the middle of the game?

“Hisashi?” You squatted in front of him and placed the cans on the ground then grabbed his trembling hand. He jumped up. You were the last person he would expect to see in front of him at that moment. Don't think he even knew you had come to the game. He didn't look around the stands during the game.

“What are you doing here?”

“I brought you a drink," you smiled slightly pointing to the cans. Sighed quietly thanking you and reached for one. You watched his body carefully. It was trembling with alarming strength. Mitsui was on the verge of exhaustion.

The can slipped from his hand and rolled on the tiles that the hallway floor was lined with. He cursed quietly under his breath while taking a second drink. You rose from your uncomfortable position and, after picking up the can, sat down next to him, watching as he struggled to open the drink. Without a word you extended your hand offering to help him - however he moved away. He turned slightly blocking you with his arm, still trying to open the metal container.

If he can't manage to open the can with his own strength, he will feel even worse than after passing out in the middle of the court in front of a full audience.

You sighed quietly, gave up by focusing your attention on the object you were holding.

"Return to the stands." He said without looking at you. He finally managed to open the pin. "I can handle it."

"Can you handle it?" You asked and your voice was much more sarcastic than you had planned. "You'll handle it just as well as last time?" an unpleasant shiver ran down Mitsui's back. Delaying his answer, he raised the can to his lips. The cool, slightly sparkling water with a citrus note tickled his thirsty throat.

He didn't know what he was supposed to answer. Two years ago when he once again, through his own stupidity, ended up in the hospital he told her the same thing. Go home. I'll be fine. It's no big deal. And then... You both knew too well what came next.

He closed his eyes and pressed his hand to his face in an effort to collect his thoughts. Shuddered and looked at you surprised when you pressed the still cool aluminum to his neck. You smiled slightly and he felt something melt inside him. That smile was the first thing that turned his head when you met. Always sincere and warm, somehow soothing.

"I am not your enemy. If you need to talk, I'm always here."

The white towel slipped off his shoulder. You grabbed it in your hands and gently wiped his face of sweat. With difficulty, he crumpled the empty can in his hands and reached for another. You put a towel over his head and began to wipe his hair. A quiet laugh came from under the material. Your face reddened slightly upon hearing the sound.

"So?"

"I passed out from exhaustion." he finally muttered. "I don't have the same energy I had in junior high. My abilities seem to have left me too." managed to open another can with less difficulty than the previous one. His hands slowly stopped trembling and seemed like inflated balloons over which he has no power. "I think I got the MVP for pretty eyes." You laughed quietly, but fell silent quickly realizing that this was not the right moment.

"No wonder." You sighed, playing with the edge of your towel. "You have had a two-year break. Your body is not as adapted as Akagi's…."

"even Kogure is more resilient than me." groaned lowering the half-drank drink. You shrugged your shoulders slightly sighing.

"You won't make up two years in three months. You shouldn't put so much pressure on yourself. Akagi is Akagi, Kogure is Kogure and you are you."

He croaked slightly. You stroked his cheek tenderly. Mitsui closed his eyes and cuddled his face into your hand sighing quietly. He knew you were right. You were always right. He put too much pressure on himself without looking at his condition. Instead of gradually building his stamina and improving Akagi's favorite basketball fundamentals, he threw himself into the deep water. He thought that since he was the MVP he didn't have to stoop to the level of the first years and training the basics. How wrong was he?

However, this game was too important and they had to win it at all costs.

You two sat in silence for a while longer. You waited for Mitsui to finish drinking what you brought him. You didn't know much about sports but always tried to be involved in his basketball life, however you were unable to put yourself in his shoes. Or sometimes understand his stubborn thinking. You were snapped out of your reverie by the sound of a crushed can. Mitsui reached up and stretched his neck, muttering quietly. His body no longer trembled. It seemed everything was back to normal.

You knew that Ayako wouldn't let him enter the court anymore and he would watch the rest of the game from the bench. In that whole team of idiots, she was the only one who seemed the most conscious. The rest acted like they had balls instead of brains. Especially in the middle of the game. He extended his hand and helped you up. Hisashi wanted to hug you, however you moved away from him and raised your hands in a defensive gesture. Boy sent you a surprised look.

"you stink"

"H-HEY!"

#well well #pavli : writing #slam dunk x you #mitsui hisashi x you #slam dunk x f!reader #slam dunk fics #mitsui hisashi

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assortedvillainvault · 1 year

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Hi! I'd like to make a request, please. It's a Disney Hades x Fem! reader; She's a introvert, quite quiet and all – also shy with affection in general as she's not used to it. But is sometimes quite sassy; likings to make horrible jokes ( it could be in an early stage of the romantic relationship; Or her shying at first, opening up more as the relationship progresses; Or friends to Lovers. Do what your heart desires! Would like to record my love for your writingis; it's captivating!

I do like me a shy self insert every now and again - lets face it, not many of us would exactly be confident in this scenario.

Forgive me if I switch it up a little, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers stops for absolsutely no-one, not even Death. I'm aiming for your tear ducts as I punch this out.

Disney Hades x Shy!Dead!Female!Reader

So. You're dead.

You thought it would come with more fanfare, but you slipped from life into the styx with naught but a swoop of vertigo and the feeling of swimming in a mass of cold slimy sardines.

When the current nudged you toward the shore you didn't think twice, you clawed your way straight out of there and sat, shivering, on the shores of the Underworld. The blue brazier light reflecting off the wet walls and broiling river was oldly peaceful, casting your translucent soul in a gentle, if dispassionate, light.

Until Hades was slam dunked into the styx himself and the Underworld entrance thunderously sealed by an emormous bolt of lighting.

You weren't stupid enough to hang around an angry god and ran to hide immediately.

After several days? Weeks? Hard to tell with no sunlight - you found a routine.

The few souls and monsters being used as guards were easy to avoid. You mastered moving silently as a ghost pretty much instantly, years of self imposed distance and quiet sneaking making the transition easier than you expected. With nothing else to do, you began to explore.

Caverns larger than Athens, strings of glow worms, the gentle trickle of water, rooms of every crystal imaginable, the roar of distant waterfalls as the rivers looped around the realm of the dead, it was all breathtaking.

...it was all quiet. All lonely.

It was all the domain of one trapped, angry, depressed as all fuck son of Cronus who seemed to be making it his eternal life's mission to find you and sling you back into the river.

Close escape after close escape, relying more on his crazed muttering and random slings of fire to slip away as he gritted his teeth and all but screamed in near frustration.

This was a job for imps and contracted souls, but Hades was the picture definition of stir-crazy and frankly losing his marbles.

He hated this place. He hated the dark, he hated the souls, he hated hated hated hated-

You find him later sat on the shores of Acheron, heat making the air swim around him even as his flame remained stubbornly blue. He was staring blindly at the cavern ceiling, and something thick and golden dripped from his fingers.

A tiny gasp escapes as you realise he's burned so hot in his latest tantrum that the sand around him had been blasted to glass. Drops and smudges of ichor -godblood- were scattered around him.

He wasn't moving to fix it.

One ear had twitched. He knew you were there.

"The fuck you want?" you frowned as the flat syllables hit the still air. "'Cos if it's out, we're both fresh out of luck."

You shuffled. "...bit of conversation might be nice, I guess." You mumbled.

Hades said nothing for a while.

You met up in another cavern sometime weeks? later. This one was made of amethyst, and you hid behind a pillar while he idly flicked crystals from their towers and yammered bitterly. You said single words here and there, letting him vent.

And again, behind the curtains of Acheron's waterfalls.

And again in the plains of Asphodel.

And again, and again, and again...

It's nearly a year since you died and you're listening to the Lord of the Dead skim stones into a bottomless pool and snort out bad puns like there's no tomorrow. You're cracking back jokes just as bad from your hiding place behind a boulder.

The stone skimming stopped. "...Heh. Y'know, this is nice." His cloak rustled as he sat himself down again. "Honestly for a figment of my imagination you're not so bad. Least I'm going mad with a laugh."

...what?

"Oh yeah nah, I know you can't be real babe, I mean lets face it - no soul has ever endured my company when they had the option not to, and I've never gotten a good look at you, only heard you - and trust me I know what sleep deprivation does to me, oy you should have heard the shit I was hallucinating once when I pulled two months of no sleep..." he waved a hand and you felt your heart break a little bit without knowing quite why. "...so, yeah, thanks I guess, cute little voice, for keeping me company. You're probably the nicest mental breakdown I've ever had."

You're still as a stone in your little hidey hole. You step out from your hiding place. Stride to the shore, sit gently next to a god three times your size and very deliberatly do not look at him.

He's finding the wall of immense interest himself.

"...You're welcome, Hades."

It's a short beat before he exhales shakily. "Yeah, I...yeah."

He's a God of the Dead, he knows exactly what he's feeling when wisps of your soul drift against his arm. But for the minute he can't, won't process that.

You're ok with being his little hallucination, for now.

#thalassa responds #hades x reader #disney hades #x reader #we are once again rolling out the words train for Hades #this man is depressed #I want to put him in a jar and shake him #this ends as the 'relationship' starts I guess?#Slight warning for angst at the end #disney villains #disney villains x reader

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doiesfav · 10 months

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NCT MASTERLIST

a masterlist for nct (This blog is dedicated to the actual 20 members of nct!)

texts masterlist info presentation

->Taeil

->Johnny

->Taeyong

Slam Dunk (TBA)

->Yuta

->Kun

->Doyoung

Love Letters Strawberry Sunday || Parenthood series

->Ten

Music, Dance

->Jaehyun

Blooming spring || Parenthood series

->Winwin

->Jungwoo

Moving Day || Parenthood series

->Mark

Scenarios pt.1 Mr. No name PT. 2 || Birthday special Press Start || Boost Your Energy series (TBA)

->Xiaojun

Starlight Couple headcanons || Birthday special

->Hendery

Couple headcanons || Birthday special

->Renjun

Arcade Racer || Boost Your Energy series (TBA)

->Jeno

Loco || Boost Your Energy series (TBA)

->Haechan

My Youth Poison Everyday Work || PT.2 Level Up! || Boost Your Energy series (TBA)

->Jaemin

The Pink One || Boost Your Energy series (TBA) Couple headcanons || Birthday special

->Yangyang

Couple headcanons || Birthday special

->Chenle

2127 || Boost Your Energy series (TBA)

->Jisung

Mess, chaos, and disorder || Boost Your Energy series (TBA)

->NCT (in general)

->NCT 127

Barbie or Oppenheimer - 127 VER

->NCT DREAM

Love Again [H.RJ & N.JM] (TBA) Boost Your Energy Series Barbie or Oppenheimer - DREAM VER

->WAYV

Barbie or Oppenheimer - WAYV VER

->NCT DOJAEJUNG

Parenthood Series

Thanks guys for supporting me and Im sorry If the TBA ones aren’t still releasing, some of them aren’t even started TT (blame college pls)

#nct #nct fics #nct imagines #nct x reader #nctzen #wayv #nct 127 #nct dojaejung #nct drabbles #nct dream #nct u #master list #i love you #ilysm #ilysmmmm #ily <3 #mwah #doiesfav

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ashtxeman · 4 months

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*Slam dunks myself into ur inbox*

You got any tiger or bull hcs?

Also, are you willing to talk about ur cool au?

~ fan-mans

Ooo, a lovely ask to see, Fan-Mans! Well, lets start with the big one.. my 'cool au' (thank you!!!). Assuming you mean my interpretation of the wacky Punchout world, I can't reveal too much.. tension building and all, but I'd be delighted to share a little synopsis and drop a few important notes to build off. After a tragic event in 1998 that rocked the very core of the WVBA, things started to fall apart. Famous faces departed, shady deals were made, everything was emerging into a new dawn. With Mr Dream gaining ownership of the company from its original founders Phillip Margo and Terrence Lemming, a company named Sun Corp was intergrated into the WVBA behind the scenes, slowly replacing medical employees and other roles with their own. Sun Corp pledges to create a better world for boxing and revolutionise the sport, but they might have ulterior motives that need to be looked into.. The Sun Corp website provides a lot of information on the AU, and has a bunch of secrets to find that have some vital stuff if you haven't looked already. Looking now.. there's about 8 things to find! https://sun-corp.onepage.me/sluncekorporace If you have any other questions, maybe I'll let some info slip.. feel free to send in any more asks! And now I can get onto the purer stuff, headcanons! We'll share some Bull info first, shall we? - Bull doesn't have any personal pets, but has plenty of farm animals (and several bulls) back in Turkey that he gets along well with. - Bull has never even considered dating. As a child he wasn't interested, as an adult he's too closed off to try anything. He would need a lot of convincing to give anything a go. - Bull barely tolerates anybody.. except Soda. He finds Macho annoying, he finds Aran aggravating and he's just fine with Sandman, because he's quiet. - Bull has been involved in a cover up by the WVBA for something he did. - He's blind in one eye, he will not discuss it. - I've mentioned it before, but his actual name is Burak Binici! - Bull is admittedly terrified of being noticed. He hates large crowds, ironically, and that means he often gets overstimulated. As a coping mechanism, he hits his head to try and concentrate on that pain rather than what's going on around him.. it's not very healthy, but it does work. Whenever he goes out in public, whether it's alone or with friends, he'll usually cover up with a hoodie or a coat to make himself less noticeable. In a worse case scenario he'll even make those going out with him cover up so they don't draw any attention, like the one time he took Joe out to a restaurant and had him wear a fluffy coat the entire time until he passed out from heat exhaustion. It's definitely an issue for him, but he refuses to work on it because he refuses to talk about his issues. It just makes him frustrated.

And now some Tiger info! - Tiger owns a white tiger called Gahana. - Tiger is fine with everybody, except Don who he constantly argues with and the rest of the time just manages to tolerate. - Tiger is very interesting for scars. He has tons all over him, and it gives him a kind of tiger stripe pattern. They're a mix of accidental magic injuries (teleporting into dangerous spots, burning himself with fire, etc etc). But there's a scar along his palm that's from a blood pact he made with an old friend, who was convinced they could get some of Tiger's magic if they did one (which was completely untrue and just ruined the friendship). - His actual name is Zeeshan Kapoor!

#punch out wii #punchout #great tiger #bald bull #headcanons #i really loved making this post!#thanks fan mans! <3 #ask me more i love information!!! >:]

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floradinterlunium · 11 months

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In The Words of Sherlock Holmes, “The Absence of Evidence is Evidence.”

I know we risk being called delusional and “acting like tkkers” when we make claims like this but the distinguishing factor lies in the details. While the statements are similar the evidence is not.

Why Delusional for Tkkers and Not Jikookers?

Tkkers made this claim when BTS was still active as a group, when they were being constantly followed by cameras and film crews, when there was evidence that strongly suggested that Tae’s and Jk’s relationship was on rocky ground (later confirmed).

It was a delusional claim because it was going against the plethora of evidence. It wasn’t that there was a lack of evidence, there was plenty of evidence--documentaries, Run episodes, Bon Voyages, Behind the scenes moments, members own words, etc. and tkkers refused to accept it because it went against their own narrative. They made wild claims that the footage we received was a lie because Big Hit was hiding Tk’s relationship. Their claims were in stark contrast to what we were witnessing with our very own eyes. Therefore when they claimed “The absence of evidence is evidence” it was delusional Because there WAS evidence...they just didn’t want to accept the footage we were seeing because it didn’t align with their beliefs.

To help you better understand the insanity of how Tkkers framed their argument that the “absence of tk proves tk,” let me provide you with an analogy: Imagine you were on trial for murder and it was the prosecutors turn to make their case. While they were presenting their argument to the Jury they showed a video of you sitting at home on the night of the murder. Hour after hour of footage shows you not leaving your home, even during the time of the murder you were sitting at home. After showing the footage the prosecutor claims this was slam dunk evidence that you in fact committed the crime because the lack of footage showing you leaving the house proves that you in fact did leave the house.

In this scenario the prosecutor represents tkkers. The prosecutor had all the evidence in the world to exonerate you but instead of using the footage to clear your name, they claim that the “evidence” that should actually acquit you, is actually a lack of evidence that proves your guilt.

Do You see the insanity of that? That is what Tkkers consistently do! The look at any evidence that goes against their tkk narrative as a lack of evidence.

Jikookers are NOT the Same!

Jikook have demonstrated year after year and time after time just how close they are. Every behind the scene moment, documentary etc. shows how much time the spend together. Members frequently confuse them and have a hard time of separating Jimin and Jungkook. Jimin’s dad seems to have a very strong preference for JK and JK’s brother and mother seem to have a strong preference for Jimin. Their families have been spotted together on numerous occasions. Let’s not mention rated R moments! and GCFs. There’s a looong history of evidence that illustrates their bond and intimacy.

So the radio silence, which legitimately is the definition of lack of evidence, is strange because it goes against the norm. One can say that this could mean they’ve broken up or are no longer that close but the moments/crumbs we have been given demonstrate nothing of the sort. From JM messaging JK on WLive and JK looking smitten every time JM comments, From JK’s long lives dedicated to JM. The short clip we have of JK visiting JM during rehearsal or when Hobi was leaving. The moments we’ve been given still show they are incredibly close. So why aren’t we seeing them together as much or why aren’t they telling us about how much they are together? This is where we say, the absence of evidence is evidence.

We know they are still close and can infer from certain interactions (”come have chicken with me,” “come visit me again for practice,” drinking together, “Jimin hyung will come box when he’s done) that they are still very much so hanging out and a lot but why are they no longer being loud about it? Why the silence?

I think this has a lot to do with the fact that BTS served as a sort of protection for them. When BTS was fully active Jikook being together so much could be excused...they share a car bc that’s how the company has paired them, they are together late because they were the last two finished for rehearsal, they hang out late at night because sometimes members live together still...these are excuses people made regarding the degree to which these two hung out. This level of protection is no longer available to them. If they are seen constantly hanging out people will start to question them more. Korean Media and stans already suspects they are more than friends, some might even know.

There’s a lot to suggest they are still hanging out a lot, and nothing to suggest the contrary...we just aren’t being shown anything anymore and that’s telling. Two members that were “just” friends would have no qualms about sharing the fact that they are hanging ou (Taekook, Jungkook and J-hope, J-hope and Tae, Jihope, RM and Jimin)...that fact that since BTS went on their break Jikook have been quiet about it, but alluding to it is odd.

So yes, the recent absence of evidence is evidence simply because it goes against the plethora of evidence we have from years of interactions, and the few current moments we have.

#jikook #jungkook #bts park jimin #bts jeon jungkook #kookmin #jikook is real #park jimin #jeon jungkook

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a-shrieking-cloud-of-bats · 5 months

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also I'd like to say that the christian baby under the basketball hoop scenario strikes me as one of those situations where like the hoop explodes after someone slam dunks the ball and it's really cool and dramatic except in this case the baby explodes into gore and everyone reacts basically the exact same way

#bats speaks

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britishassistant · 2 years

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Hi and Happy Belated Birthday! I was wondering if I could formally request the special addition of that time Jamil had the Reporter stuck in an hourglass and had to get them out himself? The very idea of it had me cackling in my chair, it seems like such a hilarious scenario! Quite possibly my favorite one in the entirety of your brilliant Supervillain AU.

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

“Is this really necessary?”

The question’s enough to make Kalim look back, nervous. But Jamil sets his shoulders, tilts his head to the the side.

“Well, if you can’t be well-mannered enough to be trusted to remain tied to your chair, reporter,” Snake Charmer hisses, “Then you shouldn’t be surprised when we resort to extreme measures.”

The aforementioned reporter has the nerve to look indignant as they’re pushed into the top half of the hourglass.

“See if I save you from a dunking next time then!” They fume, pouting in a manner that’s both distracting and likely exaggerated to try and throw Jamil off his game.

He leans against the control panel, pretending to rub his “beard”, but being careful not to actually smudge it. “Unfortunately for you, reporter, there isn’t going to be a next time. Water Boy?”

“All set, Ja—Snake Charmer!” Water Boy chirps obnoxiously, slamming the glass door shut like Jamil’s told him not to dozens of times and scurrying down the ladder and clear of the mechanism. It always means it gets wedged too hard, leaking sand and being a royal pain to open later.

Jamil tries not to sigh too obviously, and instead takes pleasure in pressing the button that activates this particular trap.

The reporter stumbles as the half of the hourglass they’re in begins to tilt, trying to balance on the slick glass before tumbling, quite literally, arse over teakettle. They end up uncomfortably sprawled on their shoulders with their knees over their head and groaning softly by the time the rotation is finished. The brown lining on the inside of their neat little blazer clearly visible.

The seat of their jeans also appears pleasantly full, thanks to this position.

“…mer? Snake Charmer?”

Jamil doesn’t quite start at the sound of Kalim’s voice, but it’s a near thing.

“Hm? Ah-a-ahem!” He recovers admirably, if he does say so himself, walking around to sprawl against the control panel with the kind of artful carelessness that it’s taken him months to perfect. “As you can see, Mx. Radcliffe, you have until the sand fills the bottom of the hourglass to beg for mercy and repentance, and swear to tell me everything you’ve learned about my…esteemed colleagues during your time with them, and I may take pity on you. If not…”

The reporter rolls into a crouch, scooting away from the stream of sand that’s begun to pour down to cover the floor of the hourglass.

The defiant glare they shoot him makes something curl warm and satisfied in his gut.

“I suppose you’ve got a little under half an hour to reflect upon your regrets.” He leans closer to the glass, amused when they pointedly don’t shift back or look away. “How about it, reporter? You’ve spent so long uncovering the foibles of others—care to share a few dirty secrets of your own?”

There’s a flash of suppressed alarm in their eyes that sends goosebumps over Jamil’s skin.

He feels his own eyes growing hot as he opens his mouth—

“Not so fast, snake!”

It’s only years of experience dodging Kalim’s assassins that allow Jamil to fling himself back and away from the hero who has so rudely interrupted. It’s that same experience which allows him to stifle an irritated groan.

There, dressed in his absolutely ludicrous tiger-themed costume that Jamil still can’t quite believe he allows himself to be caught dead in, crouches Namir al-Asim. Kalim’s second-eldest cousin, who went into heroics to bolster the Asim reputation and work off his aggravation at not being Kalim. (Not entirely successfully, if his latest lawsuit is anything to go by).

The control panel Snake Charmer was leaning on now has large chunks swiped out of it and is sparking dangerously.

Jamil tries not to imagine what would’ve happened if he hadn’t gotten out of the way in time.

“Ah, Asim.” He lets his tone drip with all the venom he usually has to keep under lock and key. “So gracious of you to drop in.”

“I’ve told you,” Namir growls, nails lengthening into claws, “it’s—!”

“I don’t care.” Snake Charmer cuts him off. “Are you here on behalf of the important members of your family, or is this a social call? Either way, as you can see, I’m already entertaining.”

Namir actually does a double take at the sight of the reporter, as though he hadn’t even noticed they were inside the giant hourglass. He growls, “I told you to stay out of this!”

“I didn’t even do anything this time! He’s the one who kidnapped me!” The reporter’s retort sounds tinny and warped through the glass. “Also if this is what you call ‘entertaining’, Snake Charmer, then I’d hate to see what you do to bore people. At least Royal Flush gives me snacks.”

Snake Charmer feels a competitive grin curl over his face, and bows with a flourish. “My deepest apologies Mx. Radcliffe. Though perhaps you’ll revise that opinion once you see our aquatic performance? It’s said tigers are good swimmers—let’s put that to the test.”

Which is all the warning Namir gets before Water Boy unleashes the tidal wave he’d been building up since his cousin arrived.

“Sorry!” He yells, which makes Jamil roll his eyes behind his mask.

At least Kalim hasn’t accidentally alluded to the familial relationship between him and the hero again.

Yet.

They’re just lucky that Namir’s never been known for his listening or critical thinking skills. It makes it so much easier to have one of them play ‘bait’ and attract his attention, while the other preps a trap for the hero to fall into or call for reinforcements.

Snake Charmer does both.

Admittedly the pit traps and buzz saws aren’t quite enough to really slow Namir down that much, what with his enhanced reflexes. Neither are Asp, Adder, Boa, Krait, Ikeheka, or Python, regardless of the fact that Asp and Boa run a capoeira dojo together in their civilian guises, Adder used to box professionally, and Krait, Ikeheka and Python are in consideration for national-level synchronized swimming.

To be honest, Jamil wouldn’t be entirely comfortable betting on himself or Water Boy being able to overcome his cousin one-on-one— Kalim’s still got a streak of soft-heartedness in him that all the trials of his and Jamil’s childhoods hasn’t been able beat out of him, while Namir’s got a chip digging into his shoulders that seemingly is only alleviated by inflicting assault and battery on dubiously guilty members of the public. Jamil himself is good, as a Viper he’s had to be, but he’s not “take on a raging powerhouse face-on and emerge unscathed” good.

But all together? All at once?

Then Snake Charmer is very confident that if they can’t defeat this jumped-up figurehead of a hero, they can at least beat him within an inch of his life and make him think twice before he sets foot into this particular nest of vipers again.

At some point during the frantic rush of trying to direct machines and people and improvisations to slow Namir’s efforts to break everything Snake Charmer has built for himself, Jamil becomes aware of an odd thudding noise, that isn’t quite following the sounds of battle.

He ducks away from a potentially nasty blow from a flung axle to chance a quick scan of the room.

Oh. The reporter’s begun throwing themself at the wall of the hourglass.

The bottom-half of the hourglass, which is now just over half full of sand. The aforementioned sand is now covering the reporter’s shoulders and rapidly reaching higher. And despite the reporter’s best efforts and their increasingly panicked expression, the glass holds firm against their attempts to brute-force an escape.

As it would, it’s reinforced to hold a person’s weight, and will take more than unarmed blows to put a crack in it. Jamil should know. He paid for it.

Which. Is fine? Not ideal, certainly. By his reckoning, Namir should’ve freed the reporter from the trap by now, even if it was just to dump them in a barely defensible corner and get back to fighting. That he hasn’t is…mildly disconcerting, but. No matter, surely? It’s a victory for him if they die in the hourglass, right?

Sure, it’ll be a pain for him if they die before he can pump them for information on Royal Flush, King, Leviathan, and Octo Dealer’s weaknesses. Rather a disadvantage actually, given all the trouble he’s gone through to kidnap them and bring them here only for Namir to interfere. If they die now…

No, no, focus, Snake Charmer, focus. You can’t risk everything over a reporter. You’re overreacting. Namir will be saving them at any moment now.

Right?

Namir doesn’t seem to have noticed though, doesn’t even seem to care in his mission to inflict as much bodily harm on Snake Charmer’s minions as he possibly can. If it wasn’t for the way the ears on his ridiculous costume twitch with every weakening thud, Jamil would think him genuinely oblivious. As it is, he clearly is just bad at prioritizing.

Water Boy keeps shooting Jamil and the hourglass worried glances when he really should be paying attention to the battle, even foolishly attempting to bait his cousin into accidentally hitting it by placing himself in harm’s way. Luckily Ikeheka and Adder are focusing on their primary directive of ensuring no permanent harm comes to Water Boy, but it’s beginning to interfere with Snake Charmer’s meticulously improvised defense.

Fine. Fine! If you want a job done right…

Under the cover of two pit traps under each of Namir’s feet activating simultaneously, alongside Asp and Boa’s impressive offensive, Snake Charmer slinks around to the back of the hourglass.

Honestly, it’s just a good thing he thought to install a door that can be unlocked from the outside on—!

The door is jammed.

No matter how often he flicks the lock or how hard he tugs on the handle, it won’t budge. A thin trickle of sand is all that escapes, but that’s it. The door’s wedged past its own frame. It’ll take ages to release it, requiring the entire hourglass to be flipped the other way and careful unscrewing of the hinges.

That’s time the reporter doesn’t have, even without taking into account the fact that Namir destroyed the control panel that could flip it back upright.

Jamil glances up frantically, to check how much time Yuu Radcliffe does have before he needs to start panicking.

Just in time to see the reporter’s head disappear under the sand entirely.

Shit.

“Swarm that hero!!” Snake Charmer almost doesn’t recognize his own voice as he yells.

The whisper he’d implanted activates in all the minions aside from Water Boy. Their attacks become more relentless, driving Namir into a corner, with no recognition of pain or injuries they sustain. He’ll need to give them all bonuses in addition to compensation later, not to mention ensure they have the appropriate time off to recover, but for now—

“Water Boy!” He commands, “The Forget-Me-Stick!”

It takes a moment but Water Boy’s eyes eventually light up in realization. “Ah—Right!”

Snake Charmer was not expecting Water Boy to lob the Forget-Me-Stick at him rather than actually hit the hourglass himself like he is perfectly capable of doing, but what else can he really expect out of him?

At least it means Jamil has a reinforced weapon to hand capable of freeing the reporter.

The first hit just fractures the glass rather than truly cracking it, hairline webs of lines that are more accusatory than helpful, not even breaching the interior.

Jamil grits his teeth and puts his back into the next two swings.

It isn’t until the fourth blow that the glass finally shatters and gives way, spilling sand and shards out across the floor.

Even then it takes some digging to actually locate the reporter’s body and drag them free of the debris, ensuring this suit will need a through dry-clean in the process.

The reporter’s worryingly still, eyes shut, sand encrusting their features.

He’s not entirely sure they’re breathing.

Jamil pinches their nose and blows air into their mouth before starting chest compressions. He’s practiced this hundreds of times, had to just in case Kalim ever needed it, but never on a genuinely unresponsive person before. Are his compressions hard enough? Should he be working to dislodge something from their airway instead? He leans down again—

They cough. And keep coughing as he draws back and helps roll them onto their side, moaning softly as they spit out sand, their breathing juddering and unsteady.

“Sn-Sna-ake?” Their eyes are unfocused as they flutter open. “Ow. Wh-wha…?”

Jamil can’t quite help the way he deflates in relief.

“Yuu!” Kalim’s shout rings out and brings with it awareness of the battle raging on behind him. “You’re okay!! Hey look, Namir, Yuu’s okay!! Isn’t that great?!”

“GET OVER HERE SO I CAN RIP YOUR ARMS FROM THEIR SOCKETS, VILLAIN!!!” Namir roars back.

Jamil has officially reached the end of his willingness to deal with this. He strips off his jacket with business-like efficiency and folds it up so it can function as a somewhat passable pillow under the reporter’s head. Then he rolls up his sleeves as he stands and pulls his whip back out.

His minions have done an admirable job of temporarily subduing Namir, even if it’s clear he’s on the verge of breaking out of Adder and Krait’s holds.

Snake Charmer’s whip flashes out and wraps itself around the moronic upstart’s throat, yanking him around to look directly into the supervillain’s eyes.

“Snake Whisper.”

It’s almost satisfying to watch the dawning horror cross Namir’s face before it drops in dopey, slack compliance.

“You will actually fulfill your role as a hero,” Jamil orders. “And take Mx. Radcliffe to the nearest hospital for treatment. By the time you arrive at that building, you’ll have forgotten the location of this lair entirely. Understood?”

At Namir’s blank nod, Jamil clicks his fingers.

With muttered curses and pained grunts, his minions come back to themselves and don’t quite let go of Namir so much as fall over on jellied muscles that have been pushed to their limits. Water Boy immediately scuttles over, muttering small reassurances and frantic questions of how’s everyone feeling, do they want any water, a hot compress, a cold compress, some crackers?

Namir shambles over to where the reporter lies curled up, and scoops them up with a gentleness that could only come from external control. As he turns and begins to bound back over and up through the hole in the ceiling he burst in through, Snake Charmer’s eyes catch Yuu Radcliffe’s.

Their gaze is wide, stunned, almost reverent. Like they don’t understand what’s going on, but desperately want to.

And then they and Namir are gone, vanished into the sunny afternoon.

Snake Charmer heaves a heavy sigh, collects his jacket and tries his best to shake the excess sand out of it. He does not think about how it smells a little like Yuu the reporter. He certainly isn’t briefly smacked in the face with the intrusive thought that their lips were actually quite soft, weren’t they?

“I need a nap.” Jamil grouses as he stalks out. “Get someone in to clean this up.”

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