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unchartedthelostlegacy · 8 months

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Water in my ear

The first mistake was dismissing the early signs of the infection. The second was getting onto the plane home with a burning hot ear. Nadine could have burst her eardrum. She should have known better.

It was just so stupid that after all the danger and risks they took, some water in her ear was what ended up getting her.

Nadine swallowed, and it hurt. The pain radiated through the entire side of her head. She had to keep taking the antibiotics as the doctor prescribed, which meant she had to eat, no matter how little of an appetite she had. Nadine swallowed another painful bite of apple.

She was in a hammock hooked between two walls of an armory. Probably not ideal for someone having intermittent dizzy spells. At her flat in Johannesburg, she'd just be set upon by relatives. She was lying low in an old Shoreline hideout near Cape Town instead. And why was it comforting to her, being alone and surrounded by weapons with a book?

The compound was half-subterranean, hidden by nondescript office buildings on all but one side, and the alarms and locks didn't depend on the frequently load-shedding mains electricity. The entrance was a narrow passageway behind a warehouse. The only Shoreline personnel with knowledge of or access to the location were either reading Tom Clancy inside it or dead.

Sorry, former Shoreline personnel.

I could bury the guns, Nadine thought.

The Kalashnikovs filling the room like sharp stalactites would most likely fall into the wrong hands if she was to unload them on the market. Pun unintended.

I could put soft lighting in and add marble countertops and built-in storage. Charge people to spend vacations in a unique doomsday-prepper-themed AirBnB.

Nadine's ear throbbed. She wriggled deeper into the blanket. The building's end-to-end silence was its own security feature. The scratching of a mouse's feet would be audible.

Unless it was on the side of the wrong ear.

Nadine's phone buzzed. It was Chloe again. She would never have imagined feeling more able to talk to Nathan Drake's old flame than her own family.

Chloe was telling her about wanting to be involved in her local Hindu community more now. She was reading more about it. "In a personal way, you know? I never felt this close to it when Dad was telling me about it."

"What book are you reading right now?" Nadine said.

"The Mahabharata."

Chloe said it so casually.

"The...the whole thing, Frazer?"

"What, like it's hard?"

Nadine fought back a scoff. It would only make her pain worse. "Whatever. I thought you'd recommend an entry-level book to modern Hindu practice or something."

"I guess I want to make sure I'm...I don't know."

Chloe was sighing. God, that had to be bad. Chloe had to be spilling her guts right now if she was letting herself sigh. And there was that nervous laughter of hers.

She wanted to make sure she was doing it correctly. Because Chloe was trying to find one side of her roots and she was guilty for not seeking it sooner. And she was having doubts she even could, because while not everyone had Asav-level epithets to shout, being multiracial was complicated.

And it wasn't like Nadine could tell her something that would make it easier.

"I'm not taking up too much of your time, love?"

"No," Nadine said. "It's good to have a distraction, anyway."

"From what?"

"Ear infection." Nadine had to laugh saying it. "Remember when I got water in my ear?"

There was a slam on the line.

"WHY didn't you TELL me?!"

Nadine winced and pulled the phone away. "Shit! Ow!"

"You let me go on and on about--" Chloe was furious.

"Shut up, Chloe! I--I like hearing about how you feel!"

"--bloody hell! Where are you?"

Nadine muttered, "Nowhere close, if that's what you're asking."

"Did you--Nadine, did you already have it on the flight?!"

"Ja."

"BUGGER! You shouldn't have got on the--"

"Ja," Nadine was speaking through her teeth now. "Stop yelling or I'll hang up."

"Some military professional," Chloe said.

Nadine couldn't even grumble. It hurt. "Because in the military you get excused from air offensives because of water in your ear." Besides helicopters did not share the ear-exploding air pressure differences of commercial airliners. Nadine could never justify the cost of a fighter jet.

"I thought you were about avoiding risks."

It was choppy, like Chloe was pacing about her house gesticulating wildly at the phone.

"Chloe, please stop talking about it," Nadine said. "It's an ear infection. I'm not going to die."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Why was Chloe's voice so broken when she said that. Why did it make Nadine's heart hurt.

"What would you have done?"

"I don't know? Encouraged you to change your flight? Paid for another few nights at the hotel so you could wait till you got better? Gone home with you if your stubborn ass insisted on not wasting money on the nonrefundable--"

"You don't need to babysit me," Nadine snapped.

Chloe fired back, "You sure babysat me, mate, when I had my little coma after getting my bell rung back there."

Nadine swallowed again, and it hurt, again, even without a piece of apple.

She said, softly, "And have you gone to get checked for multiple concussions like I asked you to?"

"What would they do for this old brain in this rubber skull, Nadine?"

Nadine would have laughed, if wouldn't hurt so bad.

"Tell you not to drive until you recover. Don't start. Shut up, Chloe. Tell you to get plenty of rest and come back for follow-up so they can keep an eye on the serious complications that can come from a traumatic brain injury. Oh, just a few things."

"I'll make an appointment," Chloe said. "Just...please tell me where you are. Nadine, I need--"

"You don't."

"Let me--it's not like it's contagious--I could make things a bit easier at least--"

Nadine said, "Talking to you like this already does."

"My ass it does," Chloe wasn't going down without a fight. "You probably have a fever and aren't drinking enough water and I could help you around if you're dizzy and--"

"Ugh!" Nadine bit the edge of her palm. She hated how badly she wanted it. "Shit, Frazer, I'll text you the location. Good luck finding it. You can see a doctor while you're here so I'll know you aren't lying about getting your head checked."

Nadine couldn't believe she was doing this.

"I would never," Chloe said sweetly. "See you soon, love."

#chlodine #nadine ross #uncharted #the lost legacy #uncharted: the lost legacy #nadine x chloe #chloe x nadine #fanfic #chloe frazer #wlw #lesbian #fic #sapphic

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daisychainsandbowties · 1 year

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beatrice the last surviving scion of a fourth house family that has poured child soldier after child soldier into the emperor's battlefronts as cannon fodder, as fit for little more than making larger initial thanergy blooms by virtue of their youth. beatrice raised to die but kept from that end by cohort intervention (cough second house cough) keeping her off the front lines until she's older and feeling bereft at that loss, at not being allowed to be the weapon and the bomb she was raised to be (after all, what more are the fourth meant for than blowing things up and dying). beatrice whose faith remains strong, who lives by the fidelity of the fourth, who can verge on reckless, and self-sacrificing and be so, so, so angry

fourth house beatrice who has always seen herself as a blunt instrument, sitting up at night counting each cell in her body, always found by the dawn before she finds the end of her power.

beatrice who reads reports from the front lines, descriptions in unvarnished terms of whole cities alight in death. necromancers soaking up that initial bloom of thanergy as soldiers disappear into a fog of blood and ash.

the horrible artistry of it; of bones shivering up out of the dirt, shields made of flesh and grease traps of human fat. bea reading about death from the sidelines where she is sidelined. hungry for the feeling that comes with the star-crushing gravity at the heart of thanergic fission. she is the last of her line and racing towards her destiny, her purpose, her power

the transmutation of death into glory.

bea in her little navy-and-white uniform, the colors of the fourth house, trying to prove herself. learning every theorem she can find, reaching outside the purview of her house for a touch of bone magic, of flesh magic, staying far away from psychometry and anything that seeks to speak with the dead because she doesn’t want to look at the past. let the dead rest but let them be useful first.

the fourth motto is fidelity, facing ahead, so bea takes what is useful. anything, everything, learning how to chart the points of bright contact, stripping life to make death, always trying to understand how things come undone, how they die, because that is her calling, her purpose. to give death meaning, to take sacrifice and make it light.

and then she meets a girl. a wildcard from the fifth who arrives on Tisis with something to prove, who challenges every last person seeking to fill the position of cav to the last living scion of a powerful family, the would-be heir who will never inherit because she’s like an arrow, like a knife.

ava, who comes in laughing and emerges bleeding, victorious, from the dueling ring. who takes bea’s hand into her own bloody fist and makes her feel as though she’s already on fire, the heat-death she’s been seeking given a body and a face and a playful smile. a cavalier who makes stupid puns and asks questions about everything (‘but bea, i need to know how your magic works so we can coordinate. you know, strategise!) and bea saying to her again again again ‘i make bombs. i die and i make it matter, that’s all.’

ava who keeps asking why. why do you have to die? and there’s no answer for it beyond tradition, beyond the fact that what bea has mastered is a cruel and incredible strength. no one wants a bone magician from the fourth. no one wants to shake her hand when she’s twenty and her bones ache because she belongs to her grave. (and she doesn’t get buried. she’s an explosion)

beatrice who learns to fight with ava, who watches ava spar with shannon, transfixed by the flow of her. the raw kineticism of blade and body aligned, the bright flashing point of her blade and her wild smile. and mary, who is standing on the sidelines with bea trying to explain how to absorb thalergy more efficiently, leans back and says, ‘oh shit, you like her.’

denying it furiously but later sitting in the caf staring at ava while she attacks a bowl of gruel, sipping coffee and nibbling on a biscuit and for once in her life wishing the meal could last forever, that she could just sit there, forever, and watch ava move. wipe her mouth on the sleeve of her uniform and say a eulogy for the last part of her bread roll, every so often forcing bea to avert her eyes when she looks up.

and bea was raised in the shadow of death but here, sitting opposite her with their knees almost touching, here is light. and bea knows thalergy but she hasn’t known life - not really - until this moment.

and suddenly beatrice the fourth, whose strength is her anger and her duty and her faith, finds that she’s a little less brave. that there’s hesitation in the way she reads the reports of ground troops disappearing in thanergic fire. she keeps thinking of ava with her on the ground, and how abruptly precious bea’s body becomes because her death will not be quiet. ava who gives her pause, as nothing else ever has.

ava, who said the words to her with blood on her mouth from a split lip she took from someone’s knuckle-knife, kneeling and pressing a bloody kiss against bea’s knuckles as she said, grinning, one flesh, one end.

#warrior nun #wn tlt au #avatrice #ava x beatrice #‘anon’ 🙂

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ppumeonae-bigvibe · 9 days

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sleepy affections

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↬ summary: en-sanctuary's reaction to yejun being sleepy

『 h e e s e u n g 🐁』

heeseung would probably be reading a book, all whilst yejun is curled up in between his legs scrolling through her socials on a mundane weekday afternoon

might not even notice how tired she is until her head lolls back, phone in her hand going slack

“yejun?” and...silence but heeseung readjusts her so she is not craning her neck in anyway

heeseung can’t see her face, but it immediately puts a smile to his face knowing that she was comfortable around him to completely relax in his presence

book forgotten, he might even wrap his arms around yejun and just take a short nap like that: cuddling her

would stay in that position till he needs to get up or when she gets up

『 s u n g h o o n 🐇』

sunghoon would probably be making his way back from grabbing a cup of water at 3am in the morning (you have no idea how refreshing water taste in the middle of the night) when he spots yejun at her desk

silently stands by the door as yejun’s gaze is all unfocused and her hands have ceased to type into whatever editing she is doing (sunghoon knows for sure because he could still here yejun typing and mumbling away from his bedroom right before he fell asleep)

finally decides to break the silence by going into the room and just promptly dragging her out of her slump, not forgetting to switch off everything before leaving the room

“you’re not falling asleep at your desk”

winds up in his bed sleeping the rest of the night away

『 j a y 🐈 』

jay would probably be closing up the store where he’s working part time at and finds yejun waiting patiently at the bench outside the shop

boy is all excited and hurries to switch off the lights but when he finally stands in front of her, a (stupid, cute, utterly breathtaking, akjsdhasd) grin on his face at her dozing off

“yejun, wake up. let’s go home.”

jay would totally pretend to make a big fuss out of it, but in the end willingly carries yejun on his back

finds it cute that she’s lightly snoring and will for sure tease her about it when she wakes up

doesn’t admit it but he is an absolute sucker for such intimate moments

『 j a k e 🐕 』

jake would be recounting his day to her as soon as yejun makes herself comfortable in his bed

this lovely puppy is just too hyped up in telling the best parts of his day he somewhat fails to notice how dog-tired (pun intended) yejun is

poor yejun just presses a hand over jake’s lips and hushes him, effectively stopping him mid-ramble about whether the chicken came first or the egg

“let me just...close my eyes...” proceeds to bury herself under jake’s blanket, a common occurrence

jake’s now amused (and much quieter) as yejun lays still beside him in the bed they’re sharing, eyelids fluttering close

『 s u n o o 🦊 』

sunoo would be watching a movie (that yejun promises she’d try to be awake this time round), hands busying with grabbing chips from the bag in front of him

out of the corner of his eyes, he’s keeping tabs on whether yejun’s staying true to her words (because doctor strange is hot and sunoo just wants someone to fawn over the character)

sunoo also isnt surprised when she starts curling up into herself, head automatically landing in his lap

“you are going to fall asleep right, noona?” “no, i was just getting comfortable.”

sunoo still teasingly laughs at yejun’s sleeping form because he’s the only one left watching a movie he’s watched multiple times

『 j u n g w o n 🐈 』

jungwon is perceptive in a way he knows when yejun’s tired, especially so after taking a drowsy cough syrup

“come on off to bed noona.” “you’re babying me, i can see it”

jungwon is practically herding yejun into any bed (read: his bed) tucking her in, then quickly closing the blinds and doors before lying beside her

he’s gazing at her as yejun does the same, though sleep is apparent in her eyes

finds it funny that yejun’s resisting sleep whenever jungwon’s around her (but that’s really because yejun’s protective of the maknae line, wanting to show her strong side)

unconsciously, jungwon’s rubbing her shoulder, helping her sleep better and it does work

『 n i k i 🐆』

niki would be at the back of the car with yejun, the gentle shaking of the car making him awake more than he’d like

niki liked car ride trips when he could daydream, but he likes it better with yejun because he knew how she had a tendency to take cat naps (HAHA cat naps-) when she travels

and that to niki MEANS time to take whatever unglams and send them into group chat for fun

okay but for real, niki would pull yejun closer to him and would stay awake until the two of them reaches their destination

@ppumeonae-bigvibe's work ; likes and reblogs are appreciated !

#ppumeonae-bigvibe #en-sanctuary #enhypen #enhypen lee heeseung #enhypen park sunghoon #enhypen jay park jongsesong #enhypen jake sim jaeyun #enhypen kim sunoo #enhypen yang jungwon #enhypen niki nishimura riki

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ducknotinarow · 2 years

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🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs ( & For Cherri :3 )

| Force My Muse to Spill Their Secrets

Cherri had to say when it came to living in hell it was a blast. Free to do as you wish? Who could pass up on that? Running around causing havoc just because eit was a Tuesday and she felt a little extra spontaneous and had a few extra bombs she was just itching to get to tossing. Course her favorite was when she got to cause trouble with her best friend Angel Dust. So many people in hell could be so ducking lame but not Angel, and he had been in hell far longer than herself. Where so many were old and stuffy blaming it on when they died and couldn’t change their ways Angel was a blast, pun intended there, to hang out with. She thought as the two of of them had drove behind a car listening to the sound of glass shattering. After the explosion from one of her bombs had gone off. She looked overt watch the Spider demon laugh away second eat of arms were slung around their sides as they were just near about ready to bust a gut.

But as soon as the fun had started it came to an end.

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Walking through Pentagram city once they had given the slip to the loser shop owner whose place they had just finished blowing t bits, hey that’s what they got for trying to talk trash about the strips on angel’s outfit or Cherri’s torn-on-purpose style. Some people just seemed to think that had a say on what others wore, eh guy is just jealous they couldn’t pull of these trends clearly. When Cherri finally noticed the look on Angel's face as they had their face buried in the screen of thier phone. "You okay there Anges?" Cherri went to ask as they shoved the phone back into thier pocket watching how the look on thier face changed like a flick of light. They crossed thier topped arms and well Cherri knew from the look alone it was Val who messaged them just now. She reached out a hand and gingerly set it on to her friend's arm. "Hey just blow 'em off we can go cause more trouble? I know some goons trying mess'n with my turf." She knew better though soon as Angel went to give some dumb spill about how he should go in tonight at least he'd been blowing work off a lot.

Sure Cherri could try and talk them out of it, drag him away maybe even but she knew how this would go. As the familiar limo pulled up despite the smile on Angel's face as he climb in. She could feel a pit in her stomach. But waved them off and watched the car pull away.

"Oh Angie" Cherri said under her breath as she lifted her hand to her moth and chewed on her nail. "If it weren't for that fuckers status then maybe I could help ya more..If i could just become one of em? then maybe I'll be able to get you away from him finally."

Maybe it was a foolish thing to wish for but she knew better than most what angel dealt with being with that stupid moth, Valentino. She dropped her hands down and started to check to see how many bombs she still had on her. Enough to get by for now. "I ain't got much of turf, not yet at least Angie but I tussled with an overlord already once before. I can take on more soon once I got enough ground under my name. I'll get you away from him we can..we can ran it together laugh and cause as much trouble all we want."

#muse| cherri #gamblealife #[ lets have some real trouble gamblealife]#make my muse fess up meme #meme anaswers #stay qeued #((If she becomes more powerful she can save her bestie ;3;))

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sariahsue · 2 years

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Heartfelt

This is a sequel one-shot to another I wrote last year, "Moonlight." You don't need to read the first one, though I recommend it. All you really need to know is that Ladybug figured out his identity and instead of having a conversation about it, she gave him a cat pun sweater to let him know she knew. And it became much more awkward than necessary, because that's Marinette for you!

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Adrien woke with this face buried in the cat sweater that Ladybug had gifted to him last night. Maybe "gifted" was the wrong word, but he wasn't sure what to call it when your best friend broke into your room in the dead of night, and then screamed nonsense and threw a present at your head when you accidentally caught her, before running away faster than a shadow.

The morning was beautiful and bright, and as Adrien bounded out of bed, he couldn't help holding the sweater up to examine it for the first time in full daylight.

A punning cat with big green googly eyes sat on a clashing background, surrounded by felt hearts and tiny bells that jingled when he shook them. It was offensively ugly. But it was soft and warm and a heartfelt gift from his Lady and he loved it.

What to do with it, though? If Father ever saw it, Adrien was sure he'd have it burned.

A shrill alarm broke through his thoughts and set his heart racing in anticipation. An early morning akuma. And just like that, he had an answer to his question. Adrien couldn't wear the sweater, but that wouldn't stop Chat Noir.

He transformed quickly and tugged it on. A perfect fit. He turned to the window and jumped into the open air.

Chat Noir faced the early morning light with a smile. Actually, that was an understatement. He practically vibrated with excitement as he looked down at himself. This sweater wasn't just a gift. It was a message, and Ladybug's meaning was clear: "I figured you out, you big dork. And also I love you."

Well, that last bit might have been wishful thinking. A little.

He landed in the middle of the park with a jingle. Ladybug was there, her back to him, bracing herself as she struggled to keep her grip on her yoyo. At the other end, all wrapped up in her string, was a giant, glowing… waffle man? Complete with dripping syrup, whipped cream, and decorative slices of strawberry on top, which cast a red hue over everything in the area.

It was an easy akuma. All he had to do was Cataclysm the syrup bottle – which was conveniently stuck to the waffle man's hand – and gaze adoringly at Ladybug. And he was proud to report that he excelled at both tasks.

Ladybug, however, looked like the walking dead. The harsh light of morning highlighted the bags under her eyes and the hollowness of her cheeks. She hadn't slept at all since he'd last seen her, had she?

He didn't want to speculate.

He tried not to speculate.

Was it regret? Was she nervous? Was she simply embarrassed? (But really, what if she was regretting everything?) The strawberry light disappeared when the akuma was cleansed, but Ladybug's blush didn't dim. In fact, when he asked for a fistbump, when he managed to catch her eye for the first time, the color on her cheeks deepened. Her whole face seemed to glow and she glanced away, down at their outstretched hands.

And then she turned to run.

They needed to talk, and he wasn't about to let her get out of it.

"Wait?" he asked, catching her wrist gently.

Ladybug already had her back to him, shoulders hunched, with one foot in the air. She set it down comically slowly.

"Thank you," he said to the back of her head, before ringing one of the little bells on his sweater so she knew what he was talking about. And then he felt stupid because of course she knew what he was talking about. There was a reason that she couldn't even look at him, that she must have been stressing over all night, and that she probably wasn't ready to talk about. And here he was, forcing her to discuss it.

She turned, wrinkling her nose at him. "Aren't you going to say 'thank mew' or something equally bad?"

Chat Noir's heart hammered in his throat. She was teasing him. She wasn't mad at him. "Is that permission?"

"No."

A soft wind rustled the grass in the empty park. Green leaves waved at them lazily. And still Ladybug stared at him, blushing.

Someone had to break the silence. Someone had to start this conversation. And they both knew Ladybug wasn't up for it.

"So," he began. "You know."

She nodded once.

"And you're… okay with it?" She'd given him a gift, and definitely a thoughtful one. She hadn't pulled her hand out of his yet, though he kept his grip loose. It should be a safe assumption. But his tone had much more uncertainty in it than the question alone implied.

"Why wouldn't I be?" she asked, sounding genuinely surprised by the question. The tone gave him hope. Her actions were another story. All she could do was stare at the picture on his chest.

"Because you're looking into the fake cat's eyes instead of the real cat's."

Her blush became even deeper and wider, reaching all the way to her hairline and matching the color of her suit. "You're not a real cat, you know. You seem to forget that a lot." She slowly pulled out of his grasp.

Without something to hold on to, his hands felt suddenly empty, and he didn't know what to do with them. He settled for putting them on his hips. "You're avoiding the question."

And probably for good reason. She didn't want to talk about it. A traitorous part of him whispered that this was going to ruin their friendship, even with all the evidence to the contrary. And he was suddenly desperate for her answer. His empty arms wrapped around himself and he whispered, "Are we okay?"

She tilted her head to one side, eyes squinting up at him. "Of course we're okay. I love you."

She gasped and slapped her hand over her mouth faster than he could register what she'd said.

It hit him full force a split second later. She loved him? She loved him! His ears perked up (both the human and cat ones). His heart started to race. He opened his mouth to say something, but Ladybug beat him to it.

"I– I mean–" She waved her arms at him, like she was trying to distract him from her previous sentence. "I don't know why I– You. I. We should–" She pulled on her pigtails. "Love? We–"

All Chat Noir could do was stare at her, the most wonderful human being ever to exist, who was all things good and glorious and beautiful, who was the best and the smartest and bravest. And who was now panicking because she'd just told him the only thing he'd ever wanted to hear.

She hung her head in defeat. "I have no idea how to pretend that's not what I just said."

His hands hovered between them, not sure if now was the perfect time to grab her in a crushing hug or not. "Oh, please. Let's not pretend that didn't just happen."

She looked up and shot him a hesitant smile, whispered, "Okay," and then seemed to realize exactly what she'd said and buried her scarlet face in her hands.

The bells on his sleeves jingled as he finally reached for her, his fingers wrapping around her wrists and guiding her hidden face upward toward his. The tension rolled off her in waves as she waited for him to say something.

The sweater had been a heartfelt message of love after all. No wishful thinking involved.

"Hey, Ladybug?" When she didn't answer immediately, his tone turned teasing. "My Laaady!" He kissed the backs of her hands, right over where her mouth was. "I love mew, too." He kissed higher, on her nose. "You are purrrr-fect." And then he kissed the tips of her fingers resting on her forehead, just millimeters away from her bare skin. "I want to spend all my nine lives with you."

"I thought we agreed no bad cat puns?"

His plan was successful. Ladybug's beautiful, sparkling, poetry-inspiring eyes peeked between her fingers.

"I don't remember agreeing to that," he said.

A breeze stirred the leaves. The sunlight filtering through glittered all around them.

Chat Noir leaned in again, intent on placing one last, long kiss on the backs of her hands. Just before he reached her, Ladybug parted her hands and pressed her lips to his.

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Shout out to @galahadwilder for giving me a deadline so I could actually finish this thing finally!

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #prpr #mlb

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luimagines · 3 years

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How about meeting the Colors? I think I've read pretty much everything with Four in it so far, and you're a great writer ^u^

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OH That sounds like fun! I can do that! Thank you so much for the compliment!

I can't wait to have little lists for each of the boys for solo stories.

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You hate this dungeon.

The puzzles were stupid. The monsters were stupid. You think the layout is stupid.

This whole situation is stupid.

Four is cool though.

You like him.

Four was taking on this whole dungeon like a beast. An absolute unit.

You know who you’re calling if you end up alone in an ally way and need backup. He’ll have your back in an heartbeat and also help you bury a body should you ask.

Not that you’ve asked Four or even thought of burring a body, but you don’t doubt his dependability when you need him.

He’s been your sanity’s saving grace.

“I think if we put this key into the platform, it should lower the device and open the door, then we can continue onto the next room.” Four holds up your prize in his hands and moves toward the key hole.

“Four, Smithy, I want to be done.” You groan and watch as his theory comes to fruition and the locked door opens on the other side of the room.

“Well, we have to meet up with the others eventually.” He shrugs. “I bet we’re almost done.”

“Can’t we just... Oh, I don’t know... Leave?” You sigh.

“And how do you suggest we do that?” He smirks, amused at your reactions and willing to humor you.

“Go back the way we came.” You deadpan. “The door is that-a way and we can just go back. No more puzzles, no more monsters, no more trying to figure out where to go next-”

“Completely giving up on the prize at the end of the dungeon that could help us on this adventure and save the world-” Four counterargues in your same tone with a grin.

“Will it though? Will it really?”

“We don’t know until we get it.”

“We could be completely wasting our time and not know until the end.” You groan louder and even lean backwards in a way that can’t be good for your back. “Four, if it weren’t for you, I’d have left ages ago. I’m only still here because I appreciate you and I trust in your ability to cover where I fail because you clearly know what you’re doing.”

“I appreciate you too.” Four grins wider. “Your commentary has been an absolute delight.”

“I doubt that. I thought you would have been tired of me by now.”

“Nah. If it was Legend, I’d probably be fighting him but you get special privileges.”

“I’m honored.”

“You should be.”

You both walk through the door.

“WhAT kiND Of ROom IS THIS?” You screech.

Before you is an open area where there are multiple doors, each with a color on top of them. There’s a red door, a blue door, a green door, a purple door, and a yellow door.

Next to you, Four hisses and bites his lip.

Your head snaps in his direction and you can’t help but sneer. “OH BuT thERe’s a PriZe at ThE End THat cAN SaVe the WOLrd.”

Four doesn’t look in your direction even as you mock him. He’s too focused on the problem before him, trying to think of an solution. There’s only the two of you here and the others are on the other side of the whatever map they must have found. “This is a problem.”

“You don’t say.”

“I have a solution.”

“We leave.”

“No.”

“Link.” You whine and pull your hands through your hair, barely restraining yourself from ripping it out.

Four takes a breath beside you and reaches for his sword. “If I fix this and solve this, you have to promise to keep it to yourself. You can’t tell anyone.”

“Is something going to explode?” You don’t even look up. “I can keep that a secret. Please tell me something explodes. I feel like something should explode. I don’t think I can tolerate any more shenanigans.”

“Um-”

“Four. Please. Don’t do this to me. What are you planning?”

“Close your eyes.”

You fall to your knees with your head down and take a long breath. A bright light shines throughout the room for a fraction of a second and then silence.

You hear Four call your name and you gather your courage to lift your head.

Before you stands not one, but four... Fours... Each in a singular colored tunic with corresponding designs from the previous corner they inhibited on Four’s typical tunic.

“Is your nickname a pun?” You glare for a moment.

The red one snickers with a hand over his mouth. The blue one glares at him as well and crosses his arms. “I can say, I did not have any say in that.”

“It is clever though.” The green one shrugs with an easy going grin.

You look over to the purple one as the other three begin to argue, good naturedly or so you think. He’s staring at you just the same with a neutral expression before he raises his eyebrow. “You’re taking this a little better than we thought you would.”

You lean back and sit down properly on the ground, putting your hands behind you and looking at all of them with scrutiny. “You’re the evil one I bet.”

Purple Man smirks, the most emotion he’s shown since they split. “The worst of of us is actually Red.”

“But Vio is the most ruthless.” Said Red happily skips over the other two and wraps an arm around “Vio”.

“Guilty as charged.” He shrugs.

“Vio?” You tilt your head. “Oh my god, are your nicknames colors? Is that supposed to be short for Violet? Did you not want to be purple or something?”

“Vio is short for violence.”

“Which I will be partaking in, the second we go through these doors.” You deadpan and get up. You look over the small group that you’ve formed and run a hand through your hair. “This explains so much.”

“Well, you’re right about our nicknames!” Red grins at you good naturedly. “I’m Red. This is Vio as we’ve just discussed. And that’s Blue and Green.”

“I’m learning so much.”

“Ok, well-” Green shoves Blue hard enough that he falls on the ground and makes his way over to you. “If we each take a door, we can make it to the other side, get through this, and meet the others on the other side.”

“Hey! You’ll pay for that!” Blue stands up and storms over.

“I...think I’m done.” You rub a hand over your face harshly and sigh. “This.... Link, I’ve reached a thresh hold of shenanigans. I’m heading out.”

“No, you can’t!”

“This is me Leaving.” You throw your hands up and begin to leave the way you came, only to find that the door behind you is locked.

At least there’s no monsters to fight.

You hate this dungeon.

“I hate this dungeon.” You seethe.

“We take our colors and you take the yellow door?” Blue offers.

You spin on your heel and take a deep breath. Spite and rage fuels your being and you nod to the four of them. “First one to make it through gets the other’s dessert.”

“Even if we merge again?”

“That’s four against one.”

“Believe me.” You crack your knuckles and head toward your door. “That’s not what I’m concerned about. I’ve got some issues I’ve got to work out.”

“Prepare to lose your sweets.” Blue grins and mimics your motions.

“I want a full explanation when we’re done with this.” You put your hand on the door knob and twist it.

The others follow suit and they all share matching gremlin like grins.

“We can do that.”

You nod. “Ok. Ready?”

“Get set!”

“GO!”

#linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #I love Four #Can you tell?#This was fun to write #I ended up restarting it because I was unhappy with it but once I got a groove going I couldn't stop #I had no idea how to end it exactly though #can you tell #I hope you guys enojyed!#linked universe

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moonlitceleste · 3 years

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marinette dupain-cheng’s guide to picking up cute guys

A/N: Chez Vous is real in the DC universe; it’s described as a restaurant but I decided to use it as the name of the café because I didn’t want to come up with one myself. It translates to “at your house,” which basically implies “make yourself at home.”

thanks to @ramos123 for being my beta reader! <3

ao3

“Bet.”

Marinette slapped a crisp 20-dollar bill onto the wooden table with enough force to slosh around the brown liquid in the cup sitting before Alya’s smirking face.

Chez Vous was the name of the café they had been sitting in for the past fifteen minutes. The place had a nice ambience, the quiet chatter of customers and aromatic smells combining to make what was an unusually cozy atmosphere considering the location.

Gotham wasn’t exactly known for being hospitable, but she supposed the fact that it was clearly fashioned after Parisian cafés contributed to the homey feel. It vaguely reminded her of her parents’ bakery as well, so it certainly lived up to its name.

Perhaps it was this sense of familiarity that had her and Alya reminiscing on how far they’d come. It hadn’t been that long since lycée or université—the two were only 22 and 23, respectively—but recalling the good times they’d shared was always fun to do.

Of course, their friendship had momentary blips (ahem, Lila), but the two had managed to sort out their problems eventually. Now that Alya had become more attuned to Marinette’s boundaries and there were no pressing superhero secrets to keep, they knew how to both ground and challenge each other in positive ways. Which was exactly what had caused Marinette to get herself into this situation.

While chattering about their lycée days, Alya poked fun at her once again for what had transpired on the day of the Animan akuma. How could she ever forget that while secretly masquerading as a superhero and locking her best friends in an empty gorilla habitat together, she had somehow helped them end up in a relationship? And now the two were engaged.

This topic somehow lead to Adrien and the stupid puns he spewed both in superhero and civilian form. Alya was insistent that Marinette was charmed by them at some point, to which she replied, No way! They were horrible. Even I could do better.

It was with twinkling eyes that her best friend asked “Bet?” and well, Marinette was never one to back down from a challenge. So after pulling out some spare cash from her purse and setting it down in front of Alya, she raised a brow.

A wicked smirk grew on her best friend’s face, and any lesser person would have faltered, but Marinette was prepared for anything that could possibly be thrown at her.

“Fine. If you’re so confident, I dare you to use a pick-up line on… him.”

As if on cue, the bell at the top of the glass-paneled wooden door jingled, and Marinette followed Alya’s pointed finger right on time to see a very attractive man walk through.

He had a confident stride, but not an arrogant one—his aura was one of someone who was assured and knew exactly what they were capable of.

Despite his seemingly laid-back disposition, she didn’t fail to notice how his eyes darted around the room cautiously, the same habit she had gotten used to doing after she had been given the Ladybug Miraculous. Then again, this was Gotham, so being on constant guard was only natural.

One thumb was hooked in the pocket of his jeans while the other moved up to ruffle his hair, and wow did he have nice hair.

It was perfectly coiffed, and if she didn’t have experience with hairstyling due to her career she would’ve thought it was as effortless as it looked. Most models would kill for the natural luster his locks seemed to have, and even from a distance she could tell that anyone who decided to run their fingers through his hair would be met with softness.

And she didn’t even want to get started on his face. From his glowing skin to his strong jaw and pretty eyes, she refused to believe someone so attractive could be real. It was unfair, really.

“...inette? Marinette? You good there, girl?”

A snap in front of her face broke Marinette out of her stupor, and she offered an instinctual yelp in response.

“What?”

Alya’s eyes twinkled knowingly, and Marinette shifted anxiously in her seat.

“You sure you weren’t checking him out?”

“Alya!”

Said girl let out a mischievous cackle at her hissed response.

“Now get over there!” she said, waving her hands around in a shooing motion.

Marinette glanced over to the line, where the man was no doubt giving the barista his order.

From what she could tell he was just about done, and she watched as he shuffled through his wallet to hand the barista a bill. But rather than proceed normally as most client-worker interactions would, his payment was met with wide eyes and flailing hands.

Marinette was much too far to discern what was being said, but from context clues she could deduct that he had just handed the barista quite a sizable amount. She had already guessed he was well-off from simply observing the quality of his clothes, but this was near confirmation.

It wasn’t as if status or wealth mattered much to her, but she did have a tendency to be wary of higher-class people due to past experiences with them. Being around them really wasn’t as pleasant as it seemed.

Her musing was interrupted when the man suddenly moved, relocating to the waiting line. There was her chance.

Marinette pushed herself out of her seat, steeling herself and lifting her chin high. This was no biggie. All she had to do was somehow convince this gorgeous man to give her his number by making a crappy pick-up line and a pun on the spot. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t done before, but this felt different, probably because it was a total stranger she was about to attempt it on.

She felt Alya’s gaze trailing after her with each step, and Marinette reminded herself that she absolutely had to succeed or she would never hear the end of it.

The closer she got, however, the more her confidence died. Apparently she had made a major miscalculation while gauging her probability of success, because she hadn’t accounted for the brain spasm she was currently having. Why, oh why did he have to be so cute?

Marinette had the sinking feeling that she was about to majorly embarrass herself, but she was determined to win. Screw embarrassment—she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. All the trouble she had gotten into with Alix and Kim as kids had prepared her for this very moment. Nothing mattered besides victory.

So she sauntered up confidently, stopping right in front of her target.

“Hey, you must be Batman’s sidekick.”

“What?”

The man’s head snapped towards her, and Marinette didn’t fail to notice the subtle defensive stance he took. Years of hero experience had made her more perceptive towards these things—it was part of the job, after all. She filed the information away in the back of her mind, making a mental note to dissect all that later. Her priority was winning the bet—and oh, right, she still had to finish that pick-up line.

“...because you’re Robin my heart.”

The quip was accompanied by an uncharacteristically roguish smile, à la Chat Noir. She’d give herself a solid 10/10 points on delivery.

Her target seemed to agree with the verdict, because after a split second of shocked silence, he burst into full-bodied laughter.

The instantaneous shift in demeanor nearly caught her off-guard, but she was too occupied by the bright smile on his face and his melodic chuckle to notice. It was light and carefree, and she couldn’t help but crack a small smile as a result.

The only problem was that the laughter didn’t end, though, and she felt her face heat up more as the seconds ticked by.

Oh, Kwami.

Marinette buried her face into her hands with a soft groan, wishing the ground could just open up and swallow her whole.

She knew it wasn’t the greatest pick-up line ever, but she didn’t think her attempt warranted that much amusement.

The laugher ceased abruptly, and she peeked through her fingers in time to see the man quickly sober up.

“Sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you!”

A pause.

“Okay, not exactly. I just—wow, that was a great pick-up line.”

She slowly lowered her hands, though she kept her head down to peer at him through her lashes.

“Did it work?”

He chuckled and offered her a bright smile that made her blush like a high schooler with a massive crush.

“Yeah, you can tell your friend over there that you won your bet.”

If it was even possible, she turned redder.

“What? How…”

At the mention of Alya, Marinette sent a quick glance to their café table only to find that she was doing absolutely nothing to hide her rapt attention. She quickly caught on to the fact that they were looking her way and sent a very obvious thumbs-up and wink.

Oh, I am so going to kill her later!

But Marinette’s momentary vexation made way for embarrassment as the gravity of the situation hit her.

“I guess I wasn’t exactly subtle, huh?”

“Yeah,” the handsome stranger shrugged. “You probably could have been more discreet. But I liked it.”

“Okay, that’s the second time you’ve said that, but I have a hard time believing you. You can’t possibly tell me that you actually enjoy puns.”

“So I’m guessing I shouldn’t tell you that meeting you was a fortuitous aster?”

“Aster? As in the opposite of disaster?” she wrinkled her nose.

“You got it!”

Marinette rolled her eyes in exasperation, though the upwards tug at the corner of her lips betrayed her true feelings.

“Careful there, or you’ll be the one Robin my heart.”

She’d never admit to it, but she flushed a tiny bit before straightening up in realization. Hey, she was supposed to be the one doing the wooing here!

But before she could open her mouth to respond, her companion beat her to it.

“Since you’re stealing something so dear to me, I think it’s only fair that I get my thief’s name in exchange.”

He was clever, she had to admit.

“Marinette,” she proffered.

“Dick.”

She blinked in surprise at the seemingly random obscenity before it clicked.

“Oh, that’s your name!”

The words tumbled forward, and once she realized what she had said, Marinette tried to frantically backpedal. Her spilled apologies didn’t seem to be necessary, though, because that mesmerizing laugh came back.

“No, it’s fine, I get that a lot,” he breathed between chuckles.

She brightened immediately, glad she hadn’t offended him or embarrassed herself too much.

“Well, since I’m already taking something from you, may I steal your number as well?”

“Only if I can do the same.”

Her inquiry was met with a grin, and the two exchanged phones to type in their respective numbers. Marinette’s found its way back into her hand shortly after, and moments after she pocketed it the call of “medium espresso and beignets!” broke the quiet ambience.

“Well, that’s my order,” Dick said, words weighted by a silent apology. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I have a few things I need to take care of. Maybe we can meet up later this week?”

The end of his sentence lilted up in hope, and Marinette found her chest warming with affection.

“I’d like that.”

She bid him goodbye with a smile and a wave and quickly tacked on an “I’ll text you later!” in afterthought.

She’d forever deny squealing giddily as she unceremoniously dragged Alya out from her seat and through the café doors, but the sound didn’t escape Dick’s attention—or his enhanced hearing, courtesy of Bat-Tech.

As he watched her leave with Alya, a smile slowly spread across his face at the thought of seeing her again.

Yeah, he sighed to himself. She’s definitely Robin my heart.

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musette22 · 3 years

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Local museum volunteer Chris explaining all the items and history facts to teacher Sebastian and his 20 kids on a school trip or to single dad Sebastian and his twins (one who is really into it and ask a lot of "but why?" And the other one who just sticks his fingers up his nose and yawns lmao)

Okay so I was just on a walk and I started thinking about this ask again (I am so so so sorry for how long it took me to reply to this, I suck wow) because I couldn’t get that new pic of Seb looking like a literal DILF out of my head, but I couldn’t remember the specifics so what came out is slightly different from what you suggested but not much – hope you still like it (I personally screamed into my fist multiples times while thinking about this – I’m furious at how cute this little scenario is, thank you so so much for this!)

Disclaimer: I literally wrote this just now so it’s unbeta’d and probably riddled with nonsense, but I hope you guys like nonetheless! <3

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“Hi, guys! Welcome to the Concord Museum. My name is Chris and I’ll be your guide this afternoon.”

Chris eyes the little family – a father and two young kids – standing in front of him in the entrance hall of the bite-sized museum, then makes a show of looking around the otherwise empty hall. “Seems like it’s a quiet one today, so you’ll have me all to yourself!”

The father smiles, his sparkling, blue-grey eyes crinkling in the corners in a way that Chris shouldn’t be thinking of as ‘adorable’, but does nonetheless.

“Fantastic,” the man says warmly. “It’s nice to meet you, Chris. This is Margot,” – he gestures to the girl of about eight standing next to him – “and this little guy here is David,” he adds, lightly bouncing the three or four-year-old, curly haired boy on his hip. David gives Chris a wide eyed look before promptly burying his face in his father’s neck. “He’s a little shy,” the dad says fondly.

“That’s fine,” Chris tells them. With a smile, he ducks his head to try and catch David’s eye. “You’re not the only one, kiddo. I’m a little shy myself sometimes, you know.”

“I’m not shy,” Margot pipes up.

“No,” her dad agrees with a chuckle, “you certainly are not.”

Chris turns his eyes back to their father’s face. “And your name..?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the man says, “I’m Sebastian.” He holds out his hand for Chris to shake, warm and dry with long, elegant fingers that fit nicely against Chris’s own, studier ones.

Sebastian, Chris thinks. Perfect name for a perfect guy. The term ‘DILF’ flashes unbidden through Chris’s mind – wildly inappropriate, given the circumstances, but oh so accurate. Sebastian has a sweet, charming smile, incredible bone structure, and dark, wavy hair, swept up in a quiff-like style that manages to make him look both sophisticated and a little boyish at the same time. There’s a hint of grey at his temples as well as in his beard that has Chris placing him at maybe two or three years older than himself.

“New York?” Chris guesses, as he reluctantly lets go of Sebastian’s hand.

“That’s right,” Sebastian nods. “Well, formerly, anyway. We just moved to the area, actually.”

“Oh, really? What brought you all the way out here?”

Sebastian runs a hand through his hair; a nervous habit, perhaps. “Oh, um. My ex-wife got a job in Boston last year, and I didn’t want to be too far from her and the kids, so I decided to follow suit. Only moved down here last month. This is my first full weekend with these guys at my new place, so I thought I’d take them out to do something cultural, learn a little about the local history, y’know?”

“Well, we’ve got plenty of that here,” Chris assures him. “In fact,” he adds sheepishly, “that’s kinda all we've got.”

Sebastian laughs, causing Chris’s brain to glitch, which is probably why the next thing that comes out of his mouth is – “Divorce, huh? I’m sorry, that must’ve been tough.”

When Sebastian doesn’t answer straight away, Chris wants to kick himself for running his big, stupid mouth. As usual. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes hastily. “That’s none of my business. Just tryin’ to make small talk, but I always seem to forget I’m really bad at that. Just forget I said anything.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Sebastian assures him, flashing Chris a quick smile. “Thank you. These things are never easy, but it’s better this way, you know?”

“They’re not fighting or anything,” Margot chimes in again, from a few feet below. “Mommy and daddy only got divorced because mommy’s a girl and daddy likes boys better than girls. Right, daddy?"

Well. Chris tries not to be too obvious about glancing at Sebastian’s face to see his reaction to that bombshell his daughter just dropped, but he’s not sure how well he manages.

Sebastian closes his eyes for a moment as if praying for strength. “That's right, sweetheart,” he says with a grimace. “But I'm sure Chris doesn't need to hear about all that."

Chris begs to differ – he’s actually extremely interested in hearing about all this, but before he has a chance to say anything in reply, Margot squares her jaw and crosses her football jersey-clad arms.

“Why not?” she asks defiantly. “There’s nothing wrong with that. Some girls just like girls and some boys like boys, it’s totally normal. It’s not prola- probu –" She sighs in frustration, looking up at her dad, who’s watching her with something like pride on his handsome face.

“Problematic?”

“Yeah,” Margot concurs, “not probametic.”

Chris hums in agreement. “It’s not, you’re absolutely right. I’ll tell you what,” he tells her conspiratorially, “I happen to like boys better, too.”

Margot’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You do?”

“I do.”

Suddenly, Margot’s little face lights up, her shrewd eyes flitting to her dad’s face for a second, then back to Chris. “Do you like my dad?”

“Margot,” Sebastian cuts in, a hint of exasperation in his tone. “That’s enough, honey.” When he tuns back to Chris to give him an apologetic look, Chris can’t help but notice the slight blush coloring his cheeks. “I’m sorry about that. She’s gotten it into her head that she needs to find me the perfect man ASAP, or I’ll waste away or something.”

Chris laughs, throwing back his head in genuine mirth. “Don’t worry about it. It’s fine,” he assures them, then claps his hands together to change the precarious subject. “So, who’s ready to learn a little bit about what living in Concord was like over a hundred years ago?”

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Chris always enjoys volunteering at the museum – it’s nice to give something back to the community that’s been his home for his entire life, and to chat to visitors from all over who have come to visit the land of Little Women, among other things – but what Chris likes best is when he gets to show kids around the place. Some of them need to be won over (after all, a dusty old museum isn’t quite as exciting as a trip to Disney World), but others are instantly captivated by the strange objects and old-timey atmosphere – Sebastian’s kids, fortunately, seem to fall in the latter category.

There’s one room in particular that’s an invariably a favorite with kids – the one that houses the old children’s toys. Trains, dolls and dollhouses, most of them made from wood, all arranged in a colorful parade, with a few screens set up in front of the glass display cases on which kids can watch animations of the toys being used. To Chris’s delight, Margot and David are both immediately taken with the display, David pressing his nose against the glass while Margot fires off question after question that Chris answers patiently and to the best of his ability.

“You sure know a lot about them,” Sebastian remarks, not without a hint of admiration, once Chris has finished explaining the mechanics of the miniature train set.

“Ah.” Chris rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess you could say I’m something of a toy enthusiast myself. I’ve actually got a carpentry workshop – that’s my real job,” he explains. “I’m just a volunteer here – and I dabble in some toy making sometimes, too.”

Sebastian’s eyes widen. “You’re kidding. I used to want to be a toy maker when I was a kid, you know,” he says wistfully. “Probably just saw Pinocchio one too many times, but it just seemed like the best job in the world to me, at the time.”

“It kinda is,” Chris grins at Sebastian, getting lost in his dancing grey eyes for a moment. “So what did you end up doing for a living, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m a journalist. I love it, don’t get me wrong. It’s enriching, challenging. But there’s just something about working with your hands, creating something tangible, something useful…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Chris nods. He bites his lip, hesitating for just a moment before deciding to bite the bullet. “Hey, I don’t know if you guys have plans after this, but my shift ends in a few minutes. I live pretty close, maybe a ten minute drive – if you want, I could show you my workshop? Maybe the kids can try out some of the things I’ve been working on, see if they’re actually any fun to play with?”

There’s an excited collective gasp from the kids, both of them immediately turning big, hopeful eyes on their father. “Oh, daddy,” Margot pleads, tugging on his sleeve. “Can we go see the workshop, pleaaase?”

Chris tries to ignore the way his stomach drops when Sebastian visibly hesitates.

“I don’t know, guys.” Sebastian looks back at Chris. “I don't want to intrude. It’s almost dinner time on a Saturday. I’m sure you’ve got plans, maybe with your partner..?”

Oh, Chris thinks, chest expanding with hope. He shakes his head. “No partner,” he says, holding Sebastian’s gaze. “Just a dog.”

“A dog?” Margot squeals. “Oh my god, daddy, he’s got a dog. We have to go.”

Sebastian chuckles, rolling his eyes. "They've been hounding me about a dog for months, excuse the pun. I want one too, but I'm just not sure I'm home enough.”

Chris nods sympathetically. “Yeah, it can be tricky if you work full-time, but there’s usually a solution for this kind of thing, in my experience.”

“What’s your dog’s name?” Margot interrupts, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet.

“He’s called Dodger,” Chris tells her, unable to keep the pride out of his voice as he talks about his beloved, four legged-rescue.

From Sebastian’s other side, a small voice suddenly joins in. “Like the one from Oliver?” asks David. His big, brown eyes are wide as he stares up at Chris.

“That’s right,” Chris confirms, dropping to his haunches to level the playing field a little. “Exactly like the one from Oliver. You like that movie, huh?”

David nods, looping one arm around one of his dad’s long legs while clearly fighting the urge to hide behind him completely. “It’s my favorite,” he mutters, then quickly sticks his thumb in his mouth to signal the end of the conversation.

“Really?” Chris asks, beaming at him. “It’s my favorite, too!”

David actually smiles at that, doing an excited little wiggle on the spot. “Daddy, can we go see Dodger, please?” he asks his dad, not bothering to remove his thumb from his mouth.

From his spot on the floor, Chris looks up Sebastian too, probably looking just as hopeful as the kids are – maybe even more so.

Smiling, Sebastian shakes his head. “Sure, buddy,” he laughs, ruffling David’s hair. “How could I resist all these cute little faces, huh?”

There’s a chorus of cheers from the kids that gives Chris a much-needed moment to recover from the euphoria of hearing Sebastian call him cute. Well, sort of.

“Alright,” Chris says, getting to his feet again. “I’ll just go grab my things. Meet you guys in the parking lot?”

“Sounds good.”

Chris nods and is about to head in the direction of the staff room, when Sebastian halts him with a hand on his arm. Chris stops in his tracks, swallowing as he tears his gaze away from Sebastian’s elegant hand on his bicep, back to his face.

“Thank you,” Sebastian says, giving him a look from under his eyelashes that can only be described as coy. “I really appreciate this, you know.”

Holding Sebastian’s gaze, Chris lifts a hand to cover Sebastian’s with his own, giving it a quick squeeze. “It’s my pleasure,” he replies honestly. “Trust me.”

Smiling, Sebastian bites his lip, no doubt noticing the way Chris’s eyes flicker down to his mouth when he does. “I do.”

Chris’s foolishly romantic heart can’t help but skip a beat.

“See,” Margot says suddenly from beside them, breaking the moment and sounding awfully smug about it, too. “Not prolametic at all.”

Chris barks out a laugh while Sebastian covers his eyes with his hand. “Whatever you do, never have kids.”

“Oh, I dunno,” Chris chuckles, giving Margot a wink and David’s hair a quick ruffle. “I kinda like yours.”

Sebastian clears his throat. “Alright, guys. Let’s go find your jackets and we’ll go see what Chris has in store for us, huh?”

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the-desolated-quill · 3 years

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WandaVision: ‘Subverting’ Good Television - Quill’s Scribbles

(Spoilers for the first five episodes)

Hey everyone! Well... it’s been a while, hasn’t it? The last time I wrote a proper review or Scribble, people still thought the COVID crisis would be over within a month. The poor saps. But I thought that as a special way to mark this year’s Valentines Day, we could take a closer look at the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s shittiest power couple in their new Disney+ show WandaVision.

The first of many MCU spin-off shows that nobody asked for, broadcast exclusively on Disney’s totally unnecessary streaming platform, WandaVision is about everybody’s favourite whitewashed Nazi experiment and her red sexbot boyfriend as they try to fit into a suburban sitcom neighbourhood without arousing suspicion.

Yes, you read that correctly. The MCU has a sitcom now. My life is now complete.

Sarcasm aside, I was legitimately curious about WandaVision because of its unusual setting. And considering one of my most common criticisms of the MCU is its total lack of creativity, anything that’s even a little bit subversive is bound to attract my attention. Of course ‘subversive’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘good.’ I could hand you a canvas smeared with my own shit and call it subversive. That doesn’t necessarily make it good art. And that’s exactly what WandaVision is. A canvas smeared with shit.

So lets split this critical analysis/review/angry bitter rant into two distinct chapters. The first focusing on the plot and setting, and the second focusing on the characters. Okay? Okay.

Chapter 1: Bewitched

Critics seem to be utterly enamoured with the whole sitcom gimmick, and it is a gimmick. As far as I can tell from the episodes I’ve seen, the sitcom setting serves no real purpose whatsoever other than to make the show ‘quirky.’ Which I wouldn’t mind, believe it or not, if the show was actually funny. There’s just one problem. It’s not.

Now in some ways describing why a sitcom doesn’t work is often futile because comedy is largely subjective. What I find funny, you won’t necessarily find funny and vice versa. With WandaVision, however, I won’t have that problem. I can demonstrate to you precisely why WandaVision, objectively, isn’t funny. And it all comes down to one simple thing. The stakes. Or rather the complete and total absence of stakes.

The show makes it very clear from the beginning that none of what we’re seeing is real. The cheesy theme song, the era appropriate special effects (mostly. It’s actually very inconsistent), the joke commercials, and, in the case of the first two episodes, which are in black and white, the appearance of red lights and objects in Scarlet Witch’s general vicinity. (Gee, what a mystery this is).

Basically Wanda has brought Vision back from the dead and created this sitcom world for them to inhabit. I’ll explain the stupidity of this in Chapter 2. The point is none of this is real, and that has a negative effect on the comedy because the very nature of comedy is suffering. Take the plot of the first episode. Wanda and Vision have to prepare a dinner to impress Vision’s boss. If they fail, Vision could lose his job and the couple could be exposed as superheroes. If this were a normal sitcom, it would work. The stakes are clear and it would be satisfying to see the two struggle and overcome the odds. But here, we know it’s not real. If it’s not real, it means there’s no stakes. If there’s no stakes, it means there’s no suffering. If there’s no suffering, there’s no comedy.

It would be one thing if the unfunny sitcom stuff lasted for like the first ten minutes or so before making way for the actual plot, but it doesn’t. Oh no. It doesn’t even last for the first episode. Out of the five episodes I’ve watched, four of them are almost entirely about these unfunny, objectively flawed sitcom homages, each set in a different time period. The fifties, the sixties, and so on. And what’s worse is that nothing that happens in them is plot-relevant. That gets relegated to the last five minutes of an episode. So you’re forced to sit through twenty five minutes of boring slapstick and puns in order to catch even a whiff of actual story. Which begs the question... who is this for exactly? It can’t be entertaining to Marvel fans, who have to slog through all this pointless shit so they can figure out what the fuck is going on. Comedy fans may get a kick out of the sitcom pastiche at first, but after four episodes, surely the joke would wear thin. So why is it in here? Clearly someone in the writer’s room absolutely fell in love with the idea of doing a Marvel sitcom, but nobody put in any time or effort to figure out how it would work in context.

I cannot stress enough how bad the plotting of this series is. As I said, the vast majority of a thirty minute episode is about shitty sitcom plots that aren’t funny and don’t have any impact on the story, only to then tease you with a crumb of actual plot in order to keep you coming back for the next instalment. Admittedly it’s an effective strategy. I was more than ready to quit after Episode 2 until that beekeeper showed up out of the sewer (don’t ask. It’s not important). WandaVision essentially follows the Steven Moffat school of bad writing. String your audience along with the promise that things might get more interesting later on and that all the bullshit that came before will retroactively make sense by the end. Except, as demonstrated with BBC’s Sherlock, that doesn’t work. And even if it did, it wouldn’t justify wasting the audience’s fucking time. And that’s what the majority of WandaVision is. A waste of time.

The only episode that doesn’t follow the sitcom format is the fourth episode. Instead it basically exists to explain all the shit that happened before. The shit that the audience, frankly, are smart enough to figure out for themselves. Wanda created the sitcom world as a way of coping with the loss of Vision, blah, blah, blah. Yeah, we got it. Thanks. It doesn’t advance the plot or anything. It’s just a massive info-dump. But by far the lowest point was when Darcy (by far the most annoying character in the first Thor film and is just as obnoxious here) was sat in front of the TV, watching the sitcom and asking the same questions we were. Not even attempting to look for answers. Just reiterating what the audience is thinking. Like this is an episode of fucking Gogglebox.

In the end it becomes apparent why the series is structured the way that it is. It’s to hoodwink people into subscribing to Disney’s stupid streaming service. If you think about it, there was no reason for WandaVision to be a TV series other than to lure gullible fans in with a piece-meal story buried in a mountain of crap. This isn’t a TV show. It’s what is cynically known in the world of big business executives as ‘content.’ They’re not interested in entertaining the audience. Instead they crave ‘engagement’, which isn’t the same thing. Watching WandaVision is like staring into the void, waiting for something to happen, while Disney charge you for the privilege.

Chapter 2: I Love Lucy

So the plot sucks balls. What about the characters? Surely if Wanda and Vision are likeable at least, it’ll give us something to cling onto.

Well as I was watching the first episode, it suddenly hit me that I couldn’t remember anything that happened to them in previous films. I knew Vision died, but other than that, I couldn’t tell you significant plot details or their personalities or anything. Not a great start.

See, up until now, Vision and Scarlet Witch have been little more than background characters. So already there’s an uphill struggle to get us invested in their relationship, especially considering we haven’t actually seen that relationship develop. In Avengers: Age Of Ultron, Scarlet Witch is killing people because she’s pissed off about Tony Stark killing people (you work that one out) until all of a sudden she stops and joins the good guys because the script said so. Vision meanwhile is introduced as a convenient deus ex machina to beat Ultron and gets no real personality other than he’s a robot. Captain America: Civil War comes the closest to giving Wanda a story and personality of her own as it’s her actions that cause the Sokovia Accords to come into effect, but she never gets any real growth or payoff as the film is heavily focused on Cap and Iron Man’s penis measuring contest. And as for Vision, all he does in the film is accidentally cripple War Machine. No real character or arc there as such. And then we have Avengers: Infinity War, where Wanda and Vision are now sporadically in love and on the run until that pesky Josh Brolin, looking like a CGI cross between Joss Whedon and a grumpy grape, comes along and rips out Vision’s Infinity Stone to power up his golden glove of doom, and the film treats this like a tragic moment, except... it isn’t. Because we haven’t really had the time to properly get to know these characters and see their romance blossom. So instead it just comes off as hollow and forced.

WandaVision has the exact same problem. Apparently Wanda was so distraught about Vision’s death that she broke into a SWORD base, stole his corpse, brought it back from the dead... somehow, and then enslaved an entire town of people to create an idyllic lifestyle for her and her hubby while broadcasting it as a sitcom to the outside world... for some reason. Putting aside the dubious morality of it all, it’s impossible to really sympathise with Wanda or her supposed grief because we’ve barely spent any time with her. Had the Marvel movies taken the time to properly explore the characters and show us their relationship grow and develop, this might have had more emotional resonance. But no, it just happens. In one film they barely speak to each other and in the next they’re a couple. No effort to explore how they feel about each other or any of the problems that may arise trying to date a robot. It just happens and we’re just supposed to care. Well I’m sorry, but I don’t care. You’re going to have to try a little bit harder than that I’m afraid. What’s worse is that, thanks to the whole fake sitcom thing, it’s impossible to really become invested in Wanda and her plight because the show has to constantly keep us at arms length at all times in order to keep up the pretence that this bullshit is somehow mysterious.

Looking through the WandaVision tag, it amuses me how many people say that she’s acting out of character. And yeah, her actions are a bit of a head scratcher. Why would an Eastern European’s ideal life be an American sitcom? Why a sitcom? Why kidnap an entire town? Why keep changing the decade? None of it makes sense, but you’re wrong for thinking that Wanda is behaving out of character for the simple reason that Wanda has never actually had a character. In fact, ironically, Wanda mind controlling an entire town and forcing them to do her bidding is probably the one consistent thing about her as she did this in Age Of Ultron. In interviews, Elizabeth Olsen and Paul Bettany described how they used actors like Elizabeth Montgomery and Dick Van Dyke as influences, which is really funny because they’re straight up admitting they don’t have characters and even now they’re still not playing the characters, instead emulating the work of far better actors.

As I was watching the show, it became abundantly clear that not only do Marvel not have the faintest idea what they wanted to do with these characters, but they also straight up don’t give a shit about these characters. Wanda in particular has had a rough time under the tyrannical regime of the House of Mouse. First they cast Elizabeth Olsen, a white woman, to play a Romani character, then systematically erasing her Jewish roots, even going so far as to put a cross in her bedroom in Civil War, and now the character is being butchered even more by forcing her into an American sitcom housewife role that she apparently willingly chose for herself, which is laughable. I mean say what you like about Magneto in the X-Men films, at least they actually depicted his Jewish culture. At least they recognised his Jewish background was important (though not important enough to cast a Jewish actor apparently). Wanda’s steady cultural erasure over the years is incredibly insidious and judging by Olsen’s comments in interviews, where she called Wanda’s comic book outfit a quote ‘gypsy thing’ unquote, it seems nobody has an ounce of fucking respect for the character or the culture she’s supposed to be representing. (and to all those kissing her arse saying it was a slip of the tongue, she has been repeatedly called out for using the slur in the past, so at this point I’d describe her behaviour as wilful ignorance)

If you want further proof of how much Marvel doesn’t seem to care about Wanda, look no further than her brother Pietro, aka Quicksilver. At the end of Episode 5, Wanda brings Pietro back from the dead, except it’s not Pietro. It’s Peter Maximoff, the Quicksilver from the X-Men films played by Peter Evans, who coincidentally is not Jewish or Romani either. So Quicksilver has the dubious honour of not only being whitewashed three times, but also twice within the same franchise. But should we really be surprised at this point? It’s Marvel after all. The same company that whitewashed the Ancient One in Doctor Yellowface and claimed it wasn’t racist because Tilda Swinton is ‘Celtic’. But now I’m going off topic. My point is that this isn’t a simple case of recasting an actor like Mark Ruffalo replacing Edward Norton as the Hulk. WandaVision actually acknowledges the recast in-universe, which makes no sense. Why would Wanda bring back her brother, only to make him look like a different person? We the audience may be familiar with this version of Quicksilver, but she isn’t. That would be like me bringing my Grandad back to life and making him look like Ian McKellen. He’d be perfectly charming, I’m sure, but he wouldn’t be my Grandad.

If Marvel really cared about the characters or narrative consistency, they would have brought Aaron Taylor Johnson back. Instead, now they have absorbed 20th Century Fox into the hellish Disney abyss, they use X-Men’s Quicksilver as a means to keep viewers from switching off and so that people will write stupid articles and think pieces about whether the rest of the X-Men will show up in the MCU. It’s like dangling your keys in front of a toddler’s face to distract them from the rotting corpse of a raccoon lying face down in the corner of the room.

And it’s here where I decided to stop watching the show because fuck Disney.

Epilogue: One Foot In The Grave

You know, I am sick and tired of the so called ‘professional’ critics bending over backwards to praise these god awful films and shows when it’s so clear to anyone with a functioning brain cell how bad they truly are. WandaVision is without a doubt one of the most cynically produced and poorly structured TV shows I’ve ever seen. Its riffs on classic sitcoms are pointless and self-indulgent, the writing is terrible, the characters are unlikable and unsympathetic, and it’s entirely emblematic of what the entire MCU has become of late. And it’s only going to get worse as Disney drowns us with more ‘content’ to keep the plebs ‘engaged’. In short; pathetic.

#anti wandavision #anti marvel #anti mcu #anti disney #quill's scribbles

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shozaii · 4 years

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Hey! I love your writing! It's so cute. 💖 Can you write a HC about s/o and Todoroki, Bakugou, Shinsou and Kirishima first time? (It's the first time for both of them) I'm already excited to read aaa You can add another character if you feel like to.

(a/n): hello! ahhh thank you🥺❤️ i hope you enjoy them!

ps; i’m assuming it’s their first time dating don’t come for mE KSJSJS

requests are still open!💜

masterlist

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first time!

warnings: aged up characters! and slight nsfw!

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kirishima❤️

can we,,, talk about this,,🥺

eijirou would be the happiest man on earth when he finds out you have feelings for him.

you had no experience of dating, so what do? you wanted to tell your feelings but then you were freaking out

i have this feeling that he thinks nobody could ever fall for him (WHICH IS FALSE) but you proved him wrong🥰

and yes, he has feelings for you too! cue him being alone in his dorm, dancing to the cutest love songs that reminds him of you jsjdj

so it’s late at night, and he called you out to have a little chat with you

you knew the chat was something else AHA

and so there you two were, outside the dorms, in the cold night. when he saw you, he smiled his usual toothy grin and signalled you to come over.

when he confesses, your heart pounded so hard you could hear it

“i’ve been waiting my whole life to say this! i get it if you really don’t want to-you know... but before i lose my chances, might as well get it out,right?”

and before he could finish, you pulled him into a hug, burying your face into his sweater.

you two are the cutest couple alive. mina takes tons of pictures of you two (sometimes sneakily)

kaminari constantly teases you two, sero feels like a proud dad😳

and when you two train, it’s like you two were made for each other. even your quirks make the perfect combo!

he texts you whenever he’s not able to see you

it’s his first time dating someone so he promises to be the best boyfriend to you! he takes you out on dates, buys you your favorite candy, gifts you tons of kisses

he knows you love his hair down so on most dates, you’d see that a lot!

he’s fine with holding hands in public because he feels this manliness in him surging😤❤️

he always gives you little pecks on your cheeks and you do the same. he just didn’t know how he was going to kiss you on the lips?? he wanted it to be special so he waited.

the time came, when you two were in his room, slow dancing with the lights dimmed out. he was nerVoUs and you were too.

that’s when he went in for it.

his kisses are slow and passionate. he doesn’t want to rush because when he’s with you, time is limitless. imagine the whole world revolving around you were just stars in the night sky. fireworks from a distance.it was momentary bliss, to be honest.

he looks you in the eyes and asks, “you okay with this?”

you blushed. “yeah.”

he holds your cheek, leaning in as your lips fit together perfectly. he even smiles in between kisses because he’s just so happy🥺💕💕💕

you two end up in bed and go ‘???how did we get here???’

then you resorted to laying down on the bed. you laid on top of him, leaving a few more pecks on his forehead before settling in.

you can never go wrong with a boy like eijirou🌸

todoroki❄️

most probably the boy to be shook when he found out he had feelings for someone.

especially the someone being you. his intentions could never go wrong. i mean,,,look at you. a masterpiece from heaven itself.

right in front of him, blessing his sour days.

probably started around the time after the sports festival. he couldn’t help but notice your cheerful self in class. how you smile at your classmates. the little gestures that made them happy.

it made him happy too.

and you loved talking to shoto too! he was really quiet at first; but it was you who knew how to break the ice apart(no pun intended)

he told midoriya about it, sweating.

“well, todoroki. i’m sure your feelings wouldn’t lie to you! follow what’s best for you.”

he smiled. he knew his decision that very moment.

love is a new feeling to him- since his childhood days weren’t the best. and when he felt it, his emotions were all over the place.

you too, were astonished. you knew from the beginning of school days, you had fallen for him. so what were you about to do? leave it behind? find a way to let it out?

shoto also prefers to admit it to you personally. so he did it right after school finishes-while everyone was heading back to the dorms.

“y/n. i need to talk to you for a second.”

“sure! what’s up?”

he’s pretty straightforward, so he’d say it immediately.

“i like you. a lot.”

“ah! i like you too! that’s-“

“no. i like like you. um, feelings.”

you paused. well, it was obvious. you two were alone, he was blushing.

oh my god my crush just said he likes me.

paniK

it was mutual!🥰 a few were shocked to find out that you both were in a relationship. some people described you as polar opposites. others already knew that you had a crush on him, wink wonk

shoto has never really gotten physical affection for a long time, so it takes a while for him to settle in. but that doesn’t stop him from being with you almost 24/7

he learnt that he loved being kissed by you on the forehead. it was such a simple yet deep reassurance that you were there for him.

he loved kissing you on the cheek🥺❤️ he finds your cheeks so squishy and adorable. he also loves ruffling your hair during your cuddle sessions.

he loves loves loves it when he hovers over you while you’re on his bed-looking like the angel you are, and he starts leaving the trail of kisses from the cheek, slowly to the lips. it was a feathery peck. he was afraid that you didn’t want it.

but looking into your eyes, it was a plead for more. he closed in the gap between you two. your hands wrapped around his shoulders, and his hands landed on your waist.

momentary bliss part 2

sometimes you two communicate through each other’s eyes. no one else gets it😌

your quirks are a match made in heaven. it surprises aizawa on a whole new level.

he learned beforehand about a few of your favorite things so he decided to get them for you.

would max out endeavor’s card for you

long walks in the park, mall visits-anything you want, he gives.

somehow you always made him feel so special. and he was so glad his first time was a blessing.

bakugou💥

“i don’t have feelings! now quit it!” he says while literally blushing in front of the bakusquad. yeah i definitely see that happening.

blushes so red but wipes it off as if he’s got a fever. damn bakubake🥺

you didn’t know what he meant, feelings for who?

and that was because you had them for katsuki. like, a whole lot.

he may be an angry pomeranian, but he’s your favorite pomeranian😌❤️

everyone is so confused. how did you- a wonderful human being, so delicate and graceful, had fallen for katsuki??? nobody knew, and nobody judged.

because they knew, it was you who was falling in love🥺 so they were supportive.

remember that one dance the bakusquad and uraraka did when they got through the exam? that was exactly what they did when you told them about you liking him

i mean,,, that boy looks at you from afar during class. he chooses to watch your quirk develop during training. he goes quiet when he sees you.

like cue him screaming at both kaminari and sero. then you come in, and he goes all silent. he doesn’t say a word. just this peaceful look on his face

you know, the soft face bakugou makes when he thinks?? that one. only you had that switch

alright, he’s had enough. he’s gonna square up, walk right up to you, and say, “yeah i like you. what about it?”

easy right?

no. he was a trembling meSS. it was his first proposal thingy!! being nervous is normal,duh.

screams into the night, thinking of the words to tell you. he messes up and the whole world (namely the bakusquad) go crazy on him.

he’s gonna do it. and so the next day was a fresh start for him. walked up to you.

god, were you a glimmering beauty.

“what is it? you seemed a little riled up lately. you okay?” you asked, genuinely concerned with his face.

“ilikeyou,” he mumbles. and you go, “huh? sorry katsu, can you please-“

“y/n i have feelings for you! hear me?”

you were just there, like :0

“i don’t do stuff like this. just get it over with if you don’t feel the same.”

“hey, hey! i r-really like you too! i was just finding a way to let you know... but i guess i didn’t have to.”

“ha, well look who won,” baby boy smirks.

dude he’s so happy his heart was doing somersaults

he didn’t mind if your relationship was a secret or not; you were his anyway. but it was for a little while. he made sure you felt comfortable

the little dance comes along again from the four of them

you two love training together! he makes sure you’re doing it right and he allows you to correct him too. only you🤭💕

i’d like to think that he would stop calling you names like dumbass, or idiot. maybe it would turn to baby or babygirl. babe. hottie. sweet names for his s/o

dates with him are wholesome. carnival, a little cafe, movies. he takes you to the beach during sunset if you’re feeling down

then he gets you these gifts you could forever cherish😭

would definitely hold hands with you. tough guy game🥺👉👈

so far, he loves it when you ruffle his hair. heck, he doesn’t care at all when you do it in front of anyone. he just gives this stupid grin which says, “look at my baby.”

flusters when you hug him out of nowhere,though🤪

when nobody’s looking/during school hours, he gives quick pecks. nothing more, nothing less.

kisses with katsuki are rich in passion and devotion. you know what he means with every one he gives you. the first time he kissed you probably happened during a warm cozy night in with him, in your room. he wouldn’t ask. it was just like a surprise.

“babe.”

his heart beated faster than a race car. you replied, “hm? what is it?”

pecks your lips and pretends like it was nothing. you smirked, holding his chin.

“what? i just..tried? don’t look at me like that.”

“but you didn’t say for how long.”

“clever.” he said as you brought his face near yours.

you had to admit, you weren’t so brave. but seeing this boy blush after his usual screamo days boost you up. so you did it. you sealed it off with a kiss. this time, a longer one.

you breathed in his light caramel scent- now lingering on your clothes as he pulled you in his embrace. his fingers slowly intertwined in yours.

momentary bliss part 3 (god i love these so far)

all in all, i would forever believe his s/o is the only one who can see his soft side. katsuki makes sure to treat you well like never before❤️

shinsou💜

very, very nonchalant about his feelings for you

but he had to control the way he almost tried to swoon around you oh my god

you two have conversations as usual, it’s nice talking to him. he opens up to a whole new version of him that you rarely see.

he had no idea you had a crush on him too sksjdkd

this man is so stoic, he technically holds it all in when talking to you. (which of course, is the cutest thing in the whole world)

hitoshi may have actually been worried about the things people have told him. how they might have talked behind his back. avoided him because of his quirk.

but when it came to you, it all changed. you weren’t running away. you didn’t flinch at his sight. most of all, you were just being you.

like shoto, i don’t think anyone would expect him to fall for you or vice versa. hence, when they found out, it would be a surprise🥰

mans gotta plan this whole thing for weeks because you’re too perfect to lose😤

your classmates had to make you talk to him just because you were so shy hhhh

he texted you one day, wanting to meet you. you were freaking out, but still prepped for what was about to be the best day of your life

the sun was slowly setting. you meet him in a park nearby. he was standing next to the lamp post, looking through his phone.

he looked so good in his dark blue flannel, with his white t-shirt and black jeans. his hair was tucked back with a headband.(he was already handsome, so take this😤💜💜)

“sorry, had to call you out like this.”

“no, it’s fine! what’s up?”

deep breaths..! “um, y/n. i find you really-i just... argh what am i doing..? i really like you and-“

he placed a hand on his neck. “i don’t know how to put it to words. but i absolutely want to be with you. for a really long time. it sounds weird, but you mean so much to me”

your vision was blurry. you didn’t realise that you were letting the feels hit so easily

“hitoshi, i get it all.”

“you...do?”

“because i feel the same as you.”

this cute grin (inherited by aizawa) when he heard those words. “come here,” he said, pulling you into a hug.

and so it began, a beautiful relationship.

you two shared so much with each other. it was like watching puzzle pieces fit in perfectly.

he listens to every problem you have and you do the same. it’s always equality in the house. one never goes down or up. it’s always together🥰

10/10 would train with you to develop your quirk. he wants you to join the journey

pda is fine with him, holding hands should do! might as well surprise you with back hugs🤪 and then he lifts you, spins you around until you beg him to stop.

only you can take care of his sleep schedule.

sometimes he comes to school without any sleep and you blow up

“what did i tell you?”

“i had six cups of coffee. no big deal.”

“how-“

he shows you pictures of his cats😭😭💜 he has so many

he is the cat himself so he likes to nuzzle up when you both cuddle. and it’s a must for you to run your fingers through his soft locks😌

when he’s the big spoon, prepare yourself for some wholesome content.

praises you 24/7, tickle fights, boops your nose, little naps

hitoshi enjoys kisses on the neck too! whether it’s height difference or not,,, he reaches for the neck because this boy KNOWS your sensitive spots.🤭

when he goes in for it, he wants it to be a memory.a priceless, flavorful one he leaves with you which is hard to forget.

fun fact: kiss him on the jawline and you’re already making him weAK

but if it’s a subtle one, he would go for the face. any parts of it-cheek, forehead, bottom of your lips.

one fine day he just has you against the wall and you’re just standing there, a blushing mess.

“close your eyes.”

“w-why..?? are you about to steal kisses from me,toshi?”

“maybe, kitten. but you have to tell me if you trust me.”

you closed your eyes, and he cupped your face with his hands. he brought your face up to his, slowly connecting your lips. the last thing he’d want was to scare you

he felt you smile in between the kiss. you didn’t hesitate, didn’t pull away. in fact, you were more than happy by just returning it. his hand travelled down to your thigh, bringing it up to his waist.

his head was dizzy with euphoria. you were such a good kisser, damn. when he let go, both of you were breathless.

“i do trust you,silly.”

yES IT WAS momentary bliss part four babyyyy

hitoshi defines a godly amount of,,,heat. just,,,he’s hot. and cute. perfect.

(a/n): ayee i did it!!! slight nsfw/nsfw work is reallyyy not my thing so i hope this was a fun read!!! jekskd fun fact scenarios are my fav thing to write🥰

#bnha x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia #todoroki x reader #shinsou x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki shouto #shinsou hitoshi #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #eijirou x reader #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #hitoshi x reader

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chairismaticchair · 3 years

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And Everything was Perfect

Happy Holidays @royal-arts! @sanderssidesgiftxchange

Summary: Roman flirts with all his roommates on a bet, but the tables turn when one of them actually flirt back.

Prinxiety, and some swears. Hope you enjoy! This was so fun to write!

Roman knew bets were stupid. He knew they were kind of like a dumb fraternity thing. Honestly, they were a dumb fraternity thing. However, as he stared across their dining room table, over to his lanky smirking purple haired roommate, he couldn’t stop the loud fast beating of his heart. Perhaps it was fear, and perhaps it was excitement, but watching Virgil Teo ponder over his fate made his heart pump like he had just run a marathon.

"Tell you what, Roman." Virgil had a big smirk on his face, and he cupped his chin with his hand. “You can flirt right? What with all your many, many dates?”

Roman felt that blow in his soul. Sure, he used to flirt tons in college, what with all the cute guys and girls there. But now, he hadn’t been on any dates for the longest time, let alone be able to flirt during said dates. “Fuck off.”

Virgil waved a hand dismissively. “Whatever. Anyways, my bet is for you to flirt with all our roommates. If you can fluster all of them by the end of the week, I’ll give you 10 bucks.”

“All of them?” Roman couldn’t hide his shock, despite his job as an actor.

Sipping his coffee mug, Virgil’s smug smirk widened. “Yep. All of them.” All Roman could do was flip Virgil off.

He smirked. “Aw, don’t give me attitude, Santos.”

“I’ll give you all the attitude I want, Teo.”

---

Roman wasn't particularly sure on where to start, or how to start. He had 3 roommates in total, including Virgil. Patton Charan was the bubbliest and probably the easiest to fluster. Logan Williams was colder and more studious, so he'd probably flirt with him afterwards.

So Roman ambushed Patton in the kitchen, Virgil quietly sitting at the dining table. They had decided that in order for this to be fair, Virgil would try his best to watch Roman's flirting attempts.

"Oh, hey Ro! I just finished baking these cookies. They're really hot though, so you probably have to wait a bit before eating." Patton smiled, large round wire rimmed glasses framing his bright brown eyes. He was wearing a light blue sweater, the reindeer in the middle staring up at Roman cheerfully.

Where to start? Roman shoved his hands awkwardly into his sweatpants pockets, then, after a moment's hesitation, pulled them out again. His stomach was churning, and his palms had a thin layer of sweat on them. Think, think, think, what type of flirting would work on Patton? He likes puns, right? Maybe a pick up line would do the trick.

"Hey Patton, are you a kitten? Because you're pawsitively adorable." Roman leaned against the kitchen counter, and gave Patton finger guns.

Patton just looked amused. "I'm glad you think so, kiddo! You're pretty a-meow-zing yourself."

Shit. It didn't work. Roman shot a glance at Virgil, who had his head buried in a copy of some book about bands, probably his new hyperfixation, a bad attempt of hiding his soft snorts and giggles. Roman inwardly scoffed. As if he could flirt any better.

He tried again, picking up a cookie and taking a bite. It was, undeniably, a good cookie. "This tastes amazing, Patton. You should try it."

Roman held the bitten cookie in front of Patton's mouth, offering to him. Whether this would fluster Patton was hard to tell. He smiled, his pearly white teeth biting into the cookie without much hesitation.

"It does taste good!" Patton declared.

Urgh, Patton! He was supposed to be the easiest to fluster, but he seemed immune to all the techniques Roman threw at him. Okay. Calm down. He grabbed another cookie (they really were very delicious) and using his mouth, offered it to Patton. "Want a bite? " He asked, muffled by the cookie between his teeth. This felt incredibly awkward. Patton really was just a friend to him and he was pretty sure he had a thing for Logan.

Patton must have felt the same way. His eyes widened in surprise. Running a nervous hand through his curly black hair, he managed to sputter out a couple words, a blush spreading on his face. "I, er, what?"

Roman glanced over at Virgil, who shot him a thumbs up. He did it. He felt terribly uncomfortable, but nonetheless, he did it. "Sorry Patton, I don't know what came over me." He apologised profusely.

Patton laughed, his good nature and cheery attitude returning back as though nothing had happened. "It must have been the cookies," he joked.

"Yeah." Roman shot a glance at Virgil. "It must have been that."

--- The next target was Logan. He was sitting in the living room, legs crossed and a book in his hand. Roman was pretty sure how to flirt properly with Logan. The poor dude was probably touch starved or something. Roman certainly was.

Everyone in the house was single, surprisingly, despite them all being objectively very attractive in their own right. Patton had an air of innocence in front of his strong emotional maturity and, accompanied with his dark brown eyes that shined with cheer, it made him extremely cute. Logan was more of the sensible, silent sort, with mystery that surrounded him. Later revealing him not really giving a shit. And Virgil - well, Virgil was special. His purple hair, dark clothes and eyeliner made him an emo, he supposed. But the light in his eyes, the way he bounced when he talked about his latest hyperfixation, literally everything about him, made Virgil Teo by far the most attractive person, not just in the house, but in the world - no, universe.

Anyways, he was getting off track. Roman stood in front of Logan, and was unnoticed by him till he tapped him gently on the shoulder, and said, “Oh Logan, your eyes are absolutely enthralling in the light. And your smile, why, it brightens the room and casts a brilliant beam of happiness on everyone in the surrounding proximity. And your mere presence makes my heart sing and my mind weep, at the thought of us not being together.”

Logan ignored him.

Meanwhile, Virgil was about to pass out on the dining room table, the stupidity of the situation drowning him in laughter.

Roman sighed inwardly. Guess he had to flirt the nerdy way. “Logan, you must be the square root of negative 1, because there is no way you are real.”

No response.

Roman persevered, he memorised almost 50 of these. “Do you have 11 protons, because you’re sodium fine.”

A vague blush was visible on Logan’s face.

“You must be a red blood cell because you take the oxygen out of my lungs and bring it right to my heart.”

The blush seemed to spread, and Logan hid his face in his book.

“You must be the acid to my litmus paper because every time I meet you I turn bright red.” The pickup lines were incredibly dumb, but they seemed to work. Turns out being prepared does pay off. Watching Logan embarrassedly flip Roman off was somehow the pinnacle of his existence.

--- “Hey Virgil.” Roman had a good grasp on what Virgil liked and disliked, and what kind of flirting would probably work on him. After all, he did say to flirt with all his roommates. He slid into Virgil’s room and shot him a charming smile. At least, he hoped it was charming.

“Yeah? Are you here to collect your winnings?” Virgil was typing furiously on his keyboard. “Can’t help you now, man. I have a sudden brainwave for the next chapter in my novel.” The clickity clack of his mechanical keyboard washed over Roman and surrounded him, and he suddenly realised his palms were sweaty. He continued on, regardless.

“I don’t want my winnings, at least not now.” Roman tapped Virgil’s shoulder and when he turned to look at him, he used a finger to lightly push up Virgil’s chin so that he was looking at Roman. Virgil’s eyes widened a little, but he didn’t flinch. “Because, you know … I haven’t flirted with all my roommates.”

He leaned in, close enough that his nose would have brushed against Virgil’s if he was an inch closer. Virgil’s warm breath, blew gently across his face and Roman had to try his hardest not to blush as he gazed at his dark brown eyes. He gave Virgil a small smile, one that succeeded in pinkening Virgil’s cheeks. “You look really good in black and purple.” Still smiling, he watched as the light pink darkened into a bright red. Roman could hear his heart pounding in his chest, pure adrenaline rushing through his veins.

“Absolutely ador-” Roman stopped his comment mid sentence, distracted by the sudden smirk that seemed to grow on his face, lighting it up with an air of mischief that he had constantly seen before. However, the seemingly familiar look felt different. It was the look Virgil gave whenever Roman had just been a victim of one of Virgil’s latest sarcastic quips, or one of Virgil’s dares he had too much pride to reject. But, it felt - it felt flirtatious. Suddenly, it was as if Virgil did a swift roundhouse kick at Roman, and now he was lying flat on the floor, vulnerable.

Virgil stood up and Roman was reminded how tall Virgil was, at 179cm. His hair was a dark purple, and the sparkling eyes underneath it managed to trigger a shocking red to decorate Roman's face. "You can't fluster me that easily, Princey. Try harder."

There were many, many butterflies in his stomach, and all of them decided this was the perfect time to fly around rapidly. "I ... I …" Roman couldn't find anything he could say. Virgil's presence, flirtatious, had him spluttering and blushing, all his smoothness lost.

He found himself against Virgil's bedroom wall, Virgil himself head cocked to the side and a smirk on his face. How had Roman never noticed how hot he was, with his beautiful almond eyes and the gentle curve of a smile dancing on his lips. They looked so so…

Kissable.

"Kiss me?" Roman said suddenly, and he could see Virgil's eyes widen in surprise. A wave of pink washed over his face and he laughed.

"Of course, Princey." And suddenly, Virgil was kissing Roman and Roman was kissing Virgil. One hand behind Virgil's neck and another in his fluffy purple hair. He was intoxicated by the faint strawberry scent that must have been from Virgil's body soap, and the coarseness from his chapped lips, and everything else and more, all of the tiny details that managed to form his handsome Virgil. He was only truly realizing this now, as Virgil wrapped his arms around his waist.

Memories, old and new, all the way from their highschool days to now, managed to stream towards Roman simultaneously from where they once lay forgotten. Virgil was shooting middle fingers while yelling at his highschool bullies. Virgil was laughing and jumping up and down in joy, happiness glowing from his face, from when he found out they were going to the same college. Virgil was sleeping, head collapsed over textbooks and lecture notes. Virgil was graduating, side by side with Roman. Virgil was amazing.

And Roman loved Virgil.

--- Months past, and in those eventful months, Logan and Patton moved out together and it was just Roman and Virgil left. They started having movie nights, and with both their busy schedules, it was nice to just take a break and relax with their partner.

One night, as Roman sat next to Virgil on the couch, a big bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of them, a question suddenly popped into his head.

"Hey, Virgil." He started, popping popcorn into his mouth.

Virgil had his eyes on the screen, but he tore them away and looked over at him. "Yeah?"

"You know that bet you made that ended up in us making out?"

Smirking, Virgil leaned closer. "What about it? You want to recreate it or something?"

Pink dusted Roman's cheeks. "Er, not yet. But, did you bet me to flirt with all our roommates on purpose?"

"I-" It was Virgil's turn to blush. "Maybe?"

"Huh." Roman looked thoughtful, and then pouted. "So I wasn't being clever for flirting with you?"

Virgil smirked. "Pretty much."

"You could have just asked." He laughed.

"Well," Virgil teased, "could you kiss me now?"

Roman did. And everything was perfect.

#prinxiety #sanders sides #secret santa #roman sanders #virgil ts #ts #thomas sanders

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nsr-junction · 4 years

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oh i'd love a short onionshipping drabble of rin and zuke being stupid together. maybe some shenanigans in baracca mansion?

Wooo! Thank you so much for the request! I had a lot of fun with this one!

Here’s a short all about Rin just being a big ol’ smitten dumbass

———

Bright white lights shone through the hallways of Barraca mansion, right before a robotic figure came running down. Rin turned a corner and found himself in the kitchen.

Just his luck, Haym was still there microwaving a glass of milk for himself as he usually did around this time at night.

“Yo, Haym!!” Rin started, perhaps a bit too passionately, as Haym jumped.

“Oh gosh! Rin!” Haym put a hand against his chest. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry! I just really need your opinion on something!” Rin quickly pulled out his phone and showed his brother the screen. “Look! Zuke texted me! What should I say!?”

“Well… read the text to me!”

“NO!” Rin pulled his phone against his chest in defence. “Do you just open fan mail!?”

“Uh… yeah-“

“NO! You savour it! You have to judge what’s on the inside by the envelope, the handwriting, the SMELL! You have to think of what to reply before you even read it! It’s part of the whole experience!!”

Before Haym could confuse himself any further by trying to figure out his brother’s logic, his attention was pulled to the microwave beeping.

“My milk’s done, so uhh… Just tell him how much you love him! Call him cute names, like ‘Teddy Bear’ and stuff.”

“That’s… cute!” Rin watched as Haym took his milk and walked to bed. He sat alone in the kitchen for a moment, not quite satisfied with his brother’s advice.

A new idea popped into Rin‘s head. “Purl-Hew!” He figured that the self proclaimed ‘King of Cool’ would have some valuable input.

———

“Purl-Hew, Purl-Hew, Purl-Hew, Purl-Hew!” Rin pounded at his brother’s bedroom door until it was opened.

“Someone better have died, I need my beauty sleep.” Purl-Hew leaned against the doorframe. His sleep mask was barely pulled over his eyes as he waited for Rin to state his business so he could leave him alone.

“Zuke texted me!”

Without a word, Purl-Hew slammed his door closed.

“I need help with the response, and you’re the coolest guy I know!”

After a moment, Purl-Hew’s door slowly opened again. “I’m listening…”

“What do I respond!?”

“Well, what did he send you?”

“I can’t read it yet!! The whole point of the letter experience is-“

“Okay, okay. I don’t have time for any tangents. Just… play it cool, I guess. Tell him ‘What’s up’, that usually works.” Purl-Hew slowly closed his door, hoping Rin would take the hint and leave.

“But what if-“

“GOODNIGHT!” Purl-Hew slammed his door once more, this time with no intention of opening it again for the night.

A ping sounded from Rin’s phone, and he slid down the wall to the floor. “Craaaaaaaaap…” It was another text from Zuke. “What do I do…”

Another idea popped into Rin’s head. “Zimelu! He’s responded to a lot of messages on the internet, he’d know what to do!”

———

Music blasted from the other end of Zimelu’s bedroom door. Knocking seemed to be out of the question, so Rin invited himself in.

“Yo! Zim!” Rin tried to shout over the music, but Zimelu only turned the volume up.

“Zim- hey!” Rin ran to his brother’s speakers, and yanked their cords out of the wall.

“What the hell, dude!?” Zimelu finally acknowledged the other being in his presence. “I was trying to sleep!!”

“You!… You fall asleep to loud music?”

“You don’t?”

“Okay, Uh…” Rin regained his train of thought. “I need your help with something, Zuke texted me-“

“Congratu-freakin’-lations, can you plug in my speakers now?” Zimelu leaned back into his bed while tapping his fingers on his leg.

“I have no idea how to respond!”

“Oooohh.” Zimelu sat up to get a better look at his brother. “You’re doing that stupid thing where you think of a response before you read the message?”

“It’s not stupid!” Rin crossed his arms. “It’s thoughtful and romantic!”

“Whatever you say, buddy.” Zimelu rolled his eyes. “Okay, what you want to do is respond with a ‘hey’, then wait half an hour until you respond. Shows the right amount of ‘care but don’t care’”.

“Isn’t that a little mean?” Rin tilted his head to the side.

“Didn’t you come to ME for MY advice? Now plug in my speakers.”

With a sigh, Rin shoved the cords back into their outlets and left.

Yet another ping sounded from Rin’s phone, and he groaned. “Damnit, who can I ask now? Dad doesn’t want us disturbing him at night…”

A final idea popped into Rin’s head. He was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but he didn’t have much choice.

———

“Hey! Eloni!” As Rin called for his brother, a loud thud sounded from the other side of the door.

“…Loni…”

In a moment, Eloni quickly stepped out of his room and closed the door behind him. “What do you want!? I’m busy!”

“Geez, I can just go.” Rin turned his back, but Eloni jumped to grab his shoulder and turn him back around.

“Wait wait! You already got here, so-“ Before Eloni could process his feelings, his bedroom door slammed open from an apparent draft. A packed bag sat on his bed, and his window was wide open.

“Are you-“

“LOOK!” Eloni interrupted. “Don’t tell dad about this, and I’ll do whatever you want.

Rin weighed his options, but decided to turn a blind eye to Eloni’s apparent escape for the time being. “I need your help, Zuke texted me, and I don’t know what to respond!”

“Zuke, huh?” Eloni smirked, much to Rin’s distaste.

“Eloni, I swear to god! This isn’t time for an awful pun!”

“No pun, dear brother.” Eloni sauntered into his room, his smirk never leaving his face, and he grabbed his bag. “I think you should respond with ‘Sorry for making you wait out in the cold for so long’”

As Eloni slipped out of the window, Rin’s mechanical heart skipped a beat. CRAP CRAP CRAP!! He had forgotten that Zuke was coming over for the night.

Without minding how loud he was, Rin ran down the stairs and swung open the front door as fast as he could. Zuke was there, sitting on a curb with his bag on his lap, resting his chin on it.

“I’M SO SORRY!!” Zuke jumped up at Rin’s sudden exclamation, and couldn’t manage to get a word in before Rin tackled him to the ground in a hug. “It was so stupid of me! I can’t believe I forgot! I just wanted to respond to your text romantically, and think , and-“

Hey! Hey!” Zuke chuckled, and helped the other to his feet. “It’s okay. I’ve done the same, man.”

“Really?” Rin smiled, relieved that Zuke wasn’t angry at him.

“Yeah, I’ve forgotten about performances before just because I was practising the drums!”

They both laughed, and made their way inside.

“Oh god, you must be so cold!” Panic began to set in on Rin’s face once more.

“No, really, it’s okay. I-“

“NONSENSE!!” Before Zuke could finish his sentence, Rin scooped him up. “My darling ideal boyfriend will only be treated to the best within the walls of Barraca Mansion!”

“O-okay…” Zuke blushed, and buried his face into Rin’s chest.

#no straight roads #nsr #fanfic #nsr fic #1010 #nsr rin #nsr haym #nsr purl hew #nsr zimelu #nsr eloni #onionshipping #nsr Zuke #himbo Rin rights #long post

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deadontheinsidebut · 4 years

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Happy Anniversary, Salt-shaker

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: You and Tsukishima are celebrating your 2 year anniversary and he shows a side you’ve never seen before. (it’s summer and you both have just graduated from high school a month ago). It’s basically a day in a life with Tsukishima with a hint of soft boi :’)

Warning(s): soft Tsukki ☺

Words: 1.7k

a/n: ik it sounds kind of boring but I promise it’s cute!! Pls give it a read.

Today marks the two year anniversary for you and your boyfriend. It was the beginning of summer and the sun was starting to come out a lot more. As you stare outside your bedroom window, a sleepy voice muffles for you to shut the blinds and get back to bed. Sometimes, you forget how soft the snarky middle blocker is in the morning.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, is the sun bothering you?” You ask, snickering at his babyish antics.

“Mmph,” he murmurs something incoherent into the pillow.

You make your way over to your bed that was currently occupied by a certain blond haired boy.

“What was that, sweetie?” you say.

His arm extends quickly and pulls you into his arms. Your eyes are wide open in shock as he holds you like a teddy bear, his big form enveloping your petite one.

“Be quiet. It’s too early for this,” he mutters against your ear.

“But Tsukki-”

You were cut off by a pair of soft lips pressing onto the top of your head. The next kiss landed on your ear. He slowly makes his way down to your neck, his warm breath makes you blush.

“T-tsukki, what are you doing?”

“I told you to be quiet.”

You turn to face him and his eyes are half-closed. He lazily blinks and stares at you. The closeness between your faces makes your heart flutter. Two years have passed and you still get butterflies. A couple minutes of staring passes before Tsukishima begins talking again.

“Happy anniversary, idiot.”

You bury your face into his neck to hide your embarrassment.

“Where did all your sass go, princess?”

“Shut up,” you grumble.

You both lay there for what felt like eternity before your stomach grumbles.

You can feel the vibrations against your body as your boyfriend lets out a deep laugh.

“Lets get up and eat,” he decides for you.

The both of you are up and dressed now. You and Tsukki have got the house to yourselves since your parents were off vacationing somewhere in Hawaii and of course what better thing to do than to call your boyfriend over and have a sleepover?

His sluggish romantic side was gone the moment you both left the bed. He was back to his smart-mouthed self and you didn’t mind. After all, that’s exactly why you fell in love with him in the first place.

You’re slaving away in the kitchen trying to make an English breakfast when Kei comes over to you with a cup of warm tea. He’s smirking at your distress because he knows how much you hate cooking in the morning. He would offer to help you, but seeing you scrambling (pun intended) around the kitchen trying to find the eggs was much more endearing.

Eventually, you do finish making the food and you two settle down to enjoy breakfast. Eating with Tsukishima is usually filled with silence as he liked to enjoy his meal in peace. He has his signature headphones over his ears and is humming along to the music. You watch his relaxed demeanor and can’t help but sigh softly at him. This makes him look up at you and smirk once again.

“What are you looking at, you weirdo?”

“Hmph, why do you have to make everything sound bad, Tsukki?” You whine playfully.

You’re munching on your bread when you feel a foot rest under yours from beneath the table. Your shocked eyes make their way up to look at the salt-shaker, but his eyes are focused on his food. You decide to take his strange form of affection in stride and continue to happily eat your breakfast.

Since the sun was shining so brightly on your anniversary, you decided to take advantage of it and have a picnic at the park. Hand in hand, you two made your way down the trail of the park. The flowers surrounding you two alone was enough to bring a smile to your face.

“Keiiiiiiii,” you drag out his name.

He’s looking at you suspiciously because you only say his name like that when you want something.

“Pick me a flower!” You exclaim.

You don’t actually expect him to comply but...

“Tch, stupid,” he responds as he bends over to pick up an iris. The light purple colour was so much more beautiful in the sunlight and your eyes glimmered in excitement at the romantic gesture. You open your palms awaiting the flower, but Tsukishima had other plans. He gently places it behind your ear and fondles your hair.

God, you can’t get enough of him. And he can’t stop smirking at your bashful face.

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes your hand again and leads you over to an empty spot of grass. You spread the picnic blanket across the grass and you both sit facing each other on it. You two are eating the basic pb and j sandwiches when a ball is kicked in your face. Tsukki quickly turns his head in the direction that the ball was coming from, his face looking like he was going to punish whoever was at fault for hurting his precious girlfriend.

A little boy rushes over to retrieve his ball and apologize for the incident but Tsukishima was not having it. His eyes are staring daggers at the poor boy and you can see the kid cowering at the sight. You quickly step in front of your boyfriend and the boy and smile at him.

“It’s alright! Don’t worry about it!” You reassure the boy and he takes this chance to run away.

Tsukki is quick to spin you around and check your head for any bruises. After a million “I’m okays” and him chastising you for not and dodging the ball, you both settle down and finish the picnic. You soak up the July sun and wish this day could last forever minus the ball to the head.

It was almost 6pm and you both had booked a room at a karaoke bar. This was your idea. Tsukishima just grumbled and went along with it because he wanted you to be happy (hehe). When you two get there, you sing the first song. He’s laid back against the couch watching you prance around the room enthusiastically. His eyes are on your every move and you start to slow down at his intense gaze. He’s entranced by you. You’re everything he wants. you notice this and take this chance to sit on his lap playfully while singing loud and proud. His arms make its way around your waist and you lean down for kiss. But before your lips could touch, you pull away and the song ends. He’s grumbling at your tease and you laugh as you get off.

“Your turn!” You declare, once again not expecting him to actually get up and grab the microphone out of your hand and whisper in your ear,

“It’s payback time, princess.”

It’s safe to assume that he only calls you by that pet name when he’s scheming as well. The song he’s chosen echoes around the room and the tune of “Love Story” by Taylor Swift is heard. Obviously, you are as surprised because you didn’t even know that he knew this song considering his opposite-of-anything-sweet personality.

As he belts the lyrics of the song, he takes your hand in his and stares deep into your eyes. He does not need the lyrics, you notice. He sings “marry me y/n you’ll never have to be alone..” and his eyes hold so much conviction that you almost believe him. Your heart is fluttering wildly and you leap into his arms. He catches you with one arm. The song has finished and your bodies are intertwined in a lover’s embrace.

Tsukishima makes the first move and shifts your weight so that you’re resting on one leg as he reaches into the carry-along bag he had. He pulls out a pair of headphones that look similar to his except that they were tinted pink. He hands them to you and you examine them carefully. On one of the muffs were your names etched in the center. You gasp at his intricate gift.

“Now you can listen to music too instead of just staring at my face like a weirdo,” he comments, his signature smirk right on his face.

Your face heats up.

“SHUT UP BAKASHIMA,” but your face is buried in his neck. You appreciate him so much.

“Oh! I have your gift too!”

“I told you not to get me anything,” he mutters, but you can see a faint smile on his face.

Your hands reveal a beautiful watch that opens up to display a picture of you two smiling and looking at each other lovingly.

“This picture was from our one year anniversary..” his voice trails off and pink dusts his cheek.

“Yup! You can replace it with any picture later on, but I love this one so-”

Your words are cut off as he pulls you towards him. He’s warm. His fingers press into your back. One hand releases you and pulls you away so he can place his hand on your cheek. He gently caresses your face and his eyes hold absolute adoration. Slowly, as though he were holding a doll, he pulls you in and your lips finally meet. The kiss is soft and delicate. You close your eyes and hum against his mouth. He deepens the kiss and in that moment, you knew this was exactly where you were meant to be.

You two make your way home, genuine smiles plastered on your faces, each other’s gifts in hand. After you two had showered and gotten into clean clothes, you’re back onto the bed but this time, there is no sun. Despite that, the moon is shining just as brightly. It held a kind of mysterious aura to it and it made the atmosphere so much more intimate. You’re cuddling with your back to his chest when he turns you to face him.

“Did you have fun today?” He asks you.

“Mhm,” you mumble into his chest.

“I love you, y/n.”

Your eyes shoot up and look into Tsukki’s eyes. There is nothing but complete love in them.

“L-love you too, K-kei,” you stutter back.

This Tsukki was different. He was oh so romantic. Perhaps it was the summer’s spell that was influencing your salty boyfriend, but you wanted to savour it.

“Happy anniversary, idiot”

“Happy anniversary, Salt-shaker”

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randomfandomimagine · 4 years

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Stars In Your Eyes (Cloud Strife x Reader)

Character: Cloud Strife

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Tags: Reader Insert, GenderNeutral!Reader, Fluff, Angst With A Happy Ending

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/N has feelings for Cloud, but is convinced that he can't reciprocate them. One night, thoughtfully looking at the stars, Cloud finds Y/N wanting to talk.

Word Count: 1,5k words

A/N: Since I’m playing Final Fantasy VII Remake and even only being a few hours in, I wanted to write a little Cloud thing because I’m falling in love with him all over again. Enjoy!

You looked up to the sky, admiring the stars as though they had the answers you seeked, as tough they could tell you what could have been, Their beautiful glint reminded you of someone’s eyes, even if they didn’t hold as much complexity in them. Or so it seemed, because you could read his eyes better than any constellation. Everything he hid, everything he held back, you knew.

Heaving a sigh, you forced your glance down.

It was so complicated... Even if you could tell what he wanted and you knew what you wanted as well... Well, you couldn’t force him to speak up, to admit his feelings to you when he couldn’t even admit them to himself.

“Y/N?” His very voice said amidst the heavy silence, causing you to jolt up.

“Cloud!” Your heart started hammering inside your chest when you turned to confirm it was indeed him. “You... scared me...”

Hoping he couldn’t notice the blush in your cheeks in the dim moonlight, you averted your gaze. Certainly, his silent footsteps had startled you since he hadn’t anounced his presence. But what made it worse was the fact that you had seem to conjure him with so many thoughts regarding him.

“Sorry...” He muttered, towering over you as you reluctantly moved your head to watch him from your sitting position. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting you to appear out of nowhere”

“Not that” His voice was deadpan as usual, but a subtle frown on his brow betrayed his concern. “You look upset about something”

“Oh...” You fiddled with the fabric of your shirt, avoiding his eyes again. “That...”

Cloud hesitated, but ultimately went to sit down next to you. His closeness only managed to fluster you, even if he appeared calm and nonchalant. He propped his leg up and rested an elbow on his knee, as if he needed to appear any more attractive or cooler than he usually was.

“Tifa told me you two talked” His grave voice once again broke the heavy silence that settled. “’Bout something that was worrying you”

“Worrying is not the word I would use...” Relieved that Tifa hadn’t told him what was really the matter, you lingered in that secrecy.

“Wanna talk?”

“What?”

“I mean... I’m here, and I’ll listen if you wanna... I could help”

Your gazes unexpectedly met and your heart skipped a beat. Even in the darkness of the night, his eyes were absolutely beautiful. Blue mixed with a bit of green, a mako reminder of his past. They held so much contained emotion, so many unspoken feelings that he tried to conceal.

“I... uh...” You shook your head, trying to focus on the moment and not get carried away by your fantastical thoughts, by your romantic self that yearned for something that you may never have. At least not with who you wanted. “That’s very sweet, Cloud...”

He fidgeted a little, and you observed him in curiosity. Noticing how your comment flustered him, you smiled. A sudden urge overwhelmed you, telling you to hold his hand. But you couldn’t.

“That’s how I know something’s up” He suddenly said, perhaps to change the subject. “You’re in the clouds”

You rolled your eyes at his unintended pun. If only he knew what was going through your head...

“Yeah, you have no idea...” You sighed, shrinking over yourself pretending that you were cold because of the cool night breeze. In reality, you felt incredibly small. “But... I’m not sure I can tell you”

“I... Look, I’ll just do my best” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Even if all I can do is just be here”

“That’s not the problem, Cloud” You whispered, feeling yourself shaking slightly. “It’s... about you”

He quickly peered at you, equally intrigued and surprised. Cloud watched you with that piercing gaze, that which held such a mystery that only you seemed capable of solving.

“What’d I do?” He said in the same hushed tone.

“Nothing!” You exclaimed, startling him a little at your sudden loudness. “It’s just...”

You felt tears in your eyes. It hurt so much to love him and not be loved back. It hurt to be constantly charging against his defenses at top speed just to be pushed back time and again. How could you tell him any of this, though?

Shaking still, you hugged your legs.

“Y/N” His voice sounded stern, and still you recognized the panic layered under it, the anguish over seeing you in such state. “Tell me”

You paused under his scrutiny. A sob escaped your throat, and you heard him gasp when you began to cry and crumble before him. Your chest was tight and painful.

“I’m in love with you!” Finally, the words left your mouth before you could control yourself. Those words that had been captive in your heart for so long. When you spoke them, a heavy weight was lifted from your shoulders only to be replaced by one even greater. “And you don’t love me back...”

“I...” Cloud only said, restlessly turning his body to you. “Y/N, I...”

“Forget it...” You continued crying, feeling stupid, tired and hopeless. “Now you know, just... forget it”

Wishing to hide from that pain, you buried your face in your knees. Cloud lingered by your side, even if you had half expected him to walk away. But he was still there.

For several seconds that felt like an eternity, the quietness reigned. He fidgeted next to you, starting to mumble only to stay quiet again. You considered asking him to leave you alone, but at the same time you didn’t want him to. In a way, at least he was with you, by your side. It was the closest thing to having that which you craved.

“I never said that” Cloud suddenly piped up, much to your astonishment.

Cautiously, you looked up at him. His eyes were fixed on the sky above your heads.

“What?”

“I never said... I never said I don’t love you”

Your mouth fell agape as you watched him intently. He refused to meet your gaze.

“I’m just...” Cloud kept talking, and you allowed him. It wasn’t every day he spoke his mind like this, and especially, his heart. “It’s not easy to.... I’m not used to... well, it’s all new to me...”

You paused, waiting to see if he said something else. When he turned his head to you, you knew it was your turn to speak.

“Do you want to try?” Your voice came out as a whisper, this time unwillingly. It couldn’t gather the strength to be louder.

Remaining quiet now, Cloud nodded his head. The gesture was small and barely noticeable, but you saw it. That was all you needed. Tentatively, you leaned closer. He did too. Slowly, cautiously, but he did.

Your heart began racing, making you feel light-headed. The closeness was causing you to internally scream, you had never been so close to him. Your lips then connected and you felt yourself floating. His touch was clumsy and light, but soft and tender at the same time. It injected you with pure happiness, with a newfound euphoria you couldn’t believe was at the reach of your fingertips.

Cloud suddenly broke away, blinking in embarrassment. When he took a deep breath, overwhelmed, you read him once again, realizing why he pulled away.

“Sorry” He muttered, frowning as he absently looked back up at the sky.

“It’s okay” You dared to finally reach for his hand. “I understand”

“Thanks” He muttered, not pushing you away.

“We have time. If this is really what you want, we can take it slow”

You knew how hard it must be for him to open up, and you were willing to be patient. It was good enough that he had been honest and let the light shine through the cracks.

To your surprise, Cloud locked eyes with you. He didn’t look away even as his hand slowly wrapped around yours. It was shaking slightly, reminding you of your own trembling.

Mesmerized by his eyes, you smiled a little. He tilted his head, curious about the gesture.

“What?” Cloud asked, clinging to your hand.

“You... it looks like you have stars in your eyes” You mumbled, still feeling the after effects of the euphoria inducing kiss.

At first, Cloud frowned. After a few seconds, however, he smiled a little as well. You gawked at him, opening your mouth to point it out. However, and before you could, he spoke up.

“You’re shaking” Cloud said, as though that was his excuse to hold your hand so tightly.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“No, I’m pretty warm”

You chuckled, feeling stupidly happy even through that mild awkwardness. Hoping he didn’t mind, you leaned your head in his shoulder and shuffled closer to him. Indeed, his body radiated warmth, even if he was in his tank top.

The bare skin of his arms felt warm against yours, slowly ridding you of the shivering that the breeze caused in you. Feeling perfectly calm in that position, you sighed in content.

Cloud didn’t move, but you felt he was relaxed under your touch. It may take some time to get him to open up completely, but you could wait if he was willing to try as well.

You closed your eyes, trying to memorize that feeling of peace. As you sat there with him, you smiled. What you didn’t know was that, now that you weren’t looking, he allowed himself to smile again.

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Given A Chance (174k)

Summary: Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.

And Then A Bit (159k)

Summary: Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.

To The Ends Of The Earth (68k)

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Still I Call It Magic (15k)

Summary: harry and louis before and after concerts throughout the last 4 years.

It Goes, It’s Golden (151k)

Summary: Harry and Louis broke under the strain of it all and now, years on, there's a chance to put all the pieces back together. Set in early April 2015 all the way through to October. Written in Harry and Louis' perspectives, alternating every chapter.

Call Unanswered (249k)

Summary: The day after his 27th birthday, Harry Styles attempts suicide. Louis is flown to his bedside to unravel the mystery of why he did it after a flash drive is found with a note attached, addressed to Louis. On it are a collection of 78 songs, all written for different dates from their past.

When We Were Younger (53k)

Summary: In where you get to see small glimpses of Harry and Louis' life together through the years, first through the eyes of others and eventually their own, as their life keeps spinning madly around them.

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Summary: it's christmas. in between snowman building, tree shopping, and ill-advised skating on a frozen lake, louis and harry get ready to take the most important step of their lives.

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Summary: The weeks spanning October 2012 - January 2013 are a rollercoaster for Harry and Louis. There's shows to play, an album to promote, publicity stunts to be acted out...and several new tattoos to be inked. Throughout it all, the boys focus on the most important thing in their lives - their relationship.

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Summary: Louis cheats on Harry and gets a girl pregnant

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Summary: Harry wears only his purple boa, and Louis make good use of the other two.

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The Dark And The Dentist (66k)

Summary: “I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.” We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies? “How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life.

An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.

Always Come Back To You (29k)

Summary: “I’ll do it,” Harry offers brightly. No one even blinks. “I’ll do it?”

Louis sighs irritably. “Shut up,” he orders, tossing a pillow in the general direction of Harry’s face. This is a terrible time for jokes, especially Harry’s lame, old people ones. Not that it was an old people joke. Just that most of the time Harry’s jokes consist of knock-knocks or terrible puns. The type of jokes old people like, Louis’ pretty sure. His nan always finds them hilarious when Harry tells her one.

Harry bats the pillow out of the air without even blinking. “Be reasonable, Lou,” he says in his most reasonable voice.

Louis is perfectly reasonable, thank you very much, and he’s also frustrated and upset and tired and he really wants to punch something. Maybe he should have held on to that pillow a little longer.

“You’re not gonna fucking do it,” he snaps. “That’s the last thing I need.”

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Summary: Having to hide his relationship isn't easy. Harry knows it's the price he has to pay to be able to be in One Direction and still be with Louis. Keeping his love a secret is slowly starting to upset him more and more. One night, he reaches his breaking point.

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Summary: “Boybander Harry Styles spotted leaving West Hollywood joined hand in hand with new beau, Xander Ritz”

His heart drops in his chest as he scrolls down, ignoring the short irrelevant article and looking desperately for a picture. Sure enough, there’s pap shots of Harry and Xander, walking hand in hand, looking drunk and cheerful and together.

And that’s—that’s really not what Louis was expecting at all.

Perfect (8k)

Summary: Harry and Louis write Perfect.

If You Say Run (I’ll Run With You) (4k)

Summary: an interpretation of what happened behind the scenes of One Direction's final performance before the hiatus.

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Summary: It's not always perfect, but it's them. A collection of scenes.

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The Ways We Fight (10k)

Summary: How Harry and Louis learn to disagree with each other.

Of Love And Ice Cream (2k)

Summary: A little look into a very hot day in LA. Harry and Louis are hot, eat ice cream and, as always, love each other.

Sugar Pie, Honey Punch (2k)

Summary: Harry is baking and Louis is not helping.

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Go And Ride With Me, Get High With Me (2k)

Summary: harry and louis smoke before the apple music festival

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