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vhsgoghs · 29 days

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roommates (Simon Riley one shot)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x female reader

Summary: Simon is jealous that his roommate dates other guys

TW: none

word count: 1966

note: English isn't my first language but i have done my best, sorry for any mistakes.

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★ spanish ver on wattpad (vhsgoghs)

It was a stupid fight as always, the last few weeks they had been fighting as if they were a divorced couple that had ended up on the worst possible terms.

And she hated it, she hated fighting with him because it wasn't easy living with a person who seemed to hate you one day and be his favorite person the next, but here she was, in their third fight of the week, feeling her face burn with a mixture of anger and sadness.

"I already told you no!" she yelled desperately.

She had completely forgotten the initial fight, now they were simply arguing about whatever came to their mind, as if they were both bringing out those misunderstandings that they had kept inside for weeks.

But this time something was different, there was something different in the conclusion that Simon had reached in those moments.

"It seems disrespectful to me and my sleeping hours that you arrive at whatever time you want." She rolled her eyes and looked away, but she could feel Simon's eyes on her. "You come late at night and it wakes me up."

"Does that wake you up? You sleep like a bear." she said annoyed.

And (Y/N) could lie about many things, but right now she was right, the only reason Simon heard her every night was because he just wouldn't close his eyes until she walked through the apartment door, no matter how long ago he had gotten into bed, he just didn't.

Simon felt the anger vibrate in his body, he had looked for every possible way to put that fight aside, but he simply ended up shouting whatever stupidity made the fight continue and it was his fault, it was his fault for not measuring his words and it was his fault for not closing his mouth and asking for forgiveness.

He wasn't even a violent person, he considered himself quite calm and, at some point, patient, but the last few weeks his emotions had been all over the place and he felt overwhelmed.

(Y/N) was not responsible for his anger. It was true, she could date any boy who crossed in front of her and that shouldn't be Simon's problem. He had never cared about it, but something had changed in the last few months and it could all be resume in one damn word: jealousy.

"That's not the point!" He sighed, it was becoming difficult for him to hide his anger, his tone of voice was not cooperative at all.

"You're an idiot." She muttered. The tone of her voice wasn't annoying, there was a small hint of frustration, but no more than that.

And (Y/N) didn't know what it was like to be angry with her roommate. Simon was a pain in the ass sometimes, but most of the time they both knew how to handle things. They had a good friendship, but Simon's attitude was starting to cause problems.

They were both silent for a few seconds, she looked away and waited to hear something from him, but she knew him, he wasn't going to take the first step or that's what she thought, because Simon always planned to take the first step if it came to someone who he cared.

"I'm sorry" his voice was soft when he spoke again. The girl raised her face and stared at him, she waited for her to give him some more information about his apology. "I'm sorry, I know I've been an idiot and it's not your fault."

"I'm sorry too." She nodded. "I know it's not nice to be so late."

Simon felt guilty and quickly shook his head, it wasn't her fault that he didn't know how to control his emotions. He had thought about it more than once, he tried to find a way to explain his behavior without telling the truth, but it was impossible, everything sounded like a cheap excuse, which in reality, it was.

"I'm jealous." He finally admitted and that felt like the worst hit to the chest, especially when he heard the giggle coming from the girl.

Simon looked at her confused, his brow furrowed at her laughter, which stopped immediately as soon as she saw the seriousness on his face.

"Are you serious?" He nodded and she suddenly felt guilty for laughing. For a second she thought it was one of those things Simon always said to lighten the mood. "I… Why?"

He sighed, what was he supposed to say to her? That for some reason, after drinking a couple of beers he realized that he had feelings for her? That was the only truth, but she was afraid. He looked like a teenager who didn't know how to ask a girl out on a date. He wasn't a teenager, he was an adult… who didn't know how to ask a girl out on a date.

"Listen, we've lived together for a long time." Simon took a couple of steps towards her, he could almost swear she had tensed up. "And I think… I have feelings for you."

(Y/N) pursed her lips and tried her hardest not to yell in his face, not because she was angry, but this had taken her by surprise and she simply didn't know how to respond.

"When you say something, you mean like when the milk runs out and I'm not going to buy more?" Simon giggled and shook his head, his little laughs in the middle of a conversation were one of her favorite things when she was talking to him.

"I think you're pretty and we'd be a great couple."

"Of course not." She shook her head although she couldn't stop that smile that escaped her lips. She was starting to feel nervous because she didn't know how to handle that situation. "Don't you think living together will ruin us?"

"Of course not." Simon reduced the distance even more, making her feel even more nervous, however, she was still there, in front of him, completely motionless, without showing her true feelings towards him. "I know how messy you are in the mornings, but when you come back at night it bothers you to see the mess." She smiled, it was totally true. "I also know what you eat daily, but on the weekends you always change your diet, so I could take you anything for dinner and you won't say no."

"Are you going to invite me to dinner?"

"Yes, and you will accept."

She narrowed her eyes. She hated that know-it-all attitude…actually, she liked it. She had always made fun of girls who had intense reactions to that kind of attitude and now, in those moments, she completely felt like one of those.

Her mother had told her, she knew Simon, she liked him, and she had mentioned that his feelings for her were too obvious. However, (Y/N) had only laughed at that and completely denied it because she always thought it was impossible for her roommate to have feelings for her.

But now she was here, with him in front of her, after confessed his feelings in the most direct way possible, something she appreciated, even if she hadn't said it out loud.

"I think… maybe I'll accept." She nodded. She was beginning to feel the nerves prickling at the tip of her stomach. She had never felt so nervous around Simon, maybe the first time she saw him shirtless, but that had been an accident.

Simon thought about it for a few seconds, but finally wrapped one of his arms around her hip. He didn't hold her too close to him, he held back, he wanted her to feel safe with him, but (Y/N) already felt too safe with him. She trust him enough after living together for so many years.

In her head, just for a second, she thought he might be going too fast, but he wasn't a stranger. If they hadn't fought so much in the past few days, she would even dare to call him one of her best friends.

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Simon and (Y/N) had gotten used to having dinner together most nights, but that night was different, everything felt different, neither of them were at the other end of the couch, watching the television in silence.

No, Simon had discovered that he didn't care at all about personal space when he practically found himself with the girl on top of him, the TV didn't seem to matter right now, their conversation seemed much more interesting than even dinner.

"What about that time you said the guy I was dating seemed married in secret with three kids?" She put it on a list the boys she had dated in the past and about whom Simon always seemed to have something to say.

"Well, that wasn't jealousy, he did seem married with three children." He wrinkled his nose remembering that boy who was not at all attractive in his opinion. "Did you go on a date with him again?"

"Of course not. If my roommate, who is also my friend, says he seems married with three children, he is probably married with three children."

Simon laughed. He had never purposely ruined her dates, for many months he had kept his distance, watching the girl he loved date someone else, however, there were certain comments that had come out of his mouth without thinking and probably had more impact on the girl's decision than he thought.

"I'm not just your friend and roommate anymore, right?"

She narrowed her eyes. She thought about making a joke and maybe playing a little after all the fights he had put her through, but Simon wasn't someone who expressed himself as easily as he did that day, so she wasn't going to ruin it.

"No, you certainly aren't." She murmured.

They were both silent for several seconds, he was attractive, too much. She had never denied or hidden it, she had simply tried not to see him that way, she liked living with him, changing the way she see him would be a big problem for their coexistence.

Simon leaned towards her and she could feel his breath brush against her lips, making her more nervous than she already was. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to keep his gaze. Under other circumstances, she would have already pulled away, but she wasn't going to be the first to take a step back.

"I want to kiss you."

"Why do you announce it?" Her brow furrowed slightly. Any other boy wouldn't even have taken as much time as he was doing right now.

"Because I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

(Y/N) felt like she stopped breathing for a second, she nodded slowly, silently giving him permission. For a second she hated him, because how could she not be attracted to this man who not only knew her well, but made any other man look like nothing next to him?

When he finally pressed his lips against hers, her breathing actually hitched for several seconds. Simon was gentle, setting a slow pace and for a second she felt like she had never kissed anyone in her life and was completely inexperienced.

His arms slid around her waist slowly, pulling her towards him. For the first time, she felt Simon's arms completely surrounding her.

She felt a little disappointed when he pulled away from her, breaking the kiss, and her lips itched for more, but she noticed that for the first time, a boy had been able to make her blush and feel completely nervous.

Her mother was right when she said she was going to end up with the boy she shared her apartment with.

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igotanidea · 1 year

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The fear: Jason Todd x fem!reader part 1

"I'm calling Y/N."

"I don't need her here!"

"We both know you do."

"I don't want her here!"

"Jason." Dick was caught in the middle between getting angry at his brother and being annoyed with his stubornness.

"Do not call her!" he yelled in frustration "I can handle myself. There's no need to."

12 hours earlier

In fact, nothing happened. It was just a regular day, regular patrol, regular criminals. Nothing unusual. Red Hood was running around the crime alley making sure no kids or working girls were harassed by any scumbags. Quite peaceful night to be honest. Until one particular bat decided to come by Red's territory. It was official business. Apparently, Scarecrow escaped from Arkham, again, and was last saw by Tim, crossing the Crime Alley's border. Jason was not happy with Dick appearance (since obviously Tim decided to stay behind, not ready to face his angered resurected brother) and instead of working together to capture Crane before any damage was done they started bantering. Who would have thought, right?

"Cut it off, you two! Something's happening there!" Tim yelled through the comms trying his best to take hold of the situation

"The only thing that is happening is Dick getting his ass handed to him!"

"I'm serious, Red. There's some.... smoke? Oh shit."

"Oh, shit!" Dick repeated in sudden realisation "where is it, Red Robin? Where do we go? What do you see?"

"It's coming from the building on your right side, Nightwing. And it's spreading really fast."

"We're on it." Dick assured "Hood?"

"I am not working with you. Not now, not ever. Get the hell out of..."

"Oh, screw you." Dick hissed and moved to the edge of the rooftop in order to swinging away. Jay could have stayed there for what he cared, but Dick was not going to be passive. Crime Alley or not, there were still people exposed to Crane's fear toxin. "You know, I was really hoping you grew up just a bit."

"Wait. I'll help you. But only because of the kids living in that building. They.... they don't deserve any of that toxin to reach them."

"Good choice, Red."

However, despite boys best efforts they could not fully eliminate the threat and when they started their rescue operation some children were already crying in fears and terrors their poisoned brains produced.

"Janet." Red turned towards one of the working girls, who usually took care of some of the kids "is everyone out?"

"No. We couldn't find Jimmy, he wouldn't come out. Red, what is happening?"

"Where did you last see him? On which floor?"

"Third, but I still don't...."

"Watch them, Wing. I'll get the kid!" Jason took of running. He knew Jimmy Thomas. He was barely 8 years old and has already been through too much trauma. To tell the truth, Jay saw too much of himself from the past in this boy and made it his personal mission to protect him. And now, he was failing at that.

"What are you...?" he was not even listeing to whatever his older brother was saying when he burst to the building, heading towards the third floor in frantic search for the boy.

"Jimmy?! Jimmy where are you?!"

"I'm scared. Please, don't hurt me....." trembling voice came just from around the corner and Jay's heart clenched.

"Fuck! Jimmy, hey, you're good, kiddo, you're good" he grabbed that little broken figure in his arms, cradling him into his chest, covering boy's face so he wouldn;t inhale any more of the gas. "I'll get you to safety, all right? It's gonna be all good, I promise."

"Red? Are you good there? Did you find the boy?" Dick spoke throught the comms

"Yeah, I got him. I'm taking him out right now. Did you call for help?"

"I though you didn't want to work with the bats...."

"MEDICAL help, you idiot. Of course I don't want more of you."

"I don't think any doctor will help with Crane's toxic. You know it just have to wear off."

"Yeah, thanks for the clarification, replacement. And you keep wondering why I don't want you around."

Funny thing about Jason Todd was that while he was always ready to kill and kick asses, full of anger and tended to be harsh, he would NEVER let anyone hurt a kid. That was exactly why his hotheadedness took over when he rushed for the rescue and didn't spend one second wondering how the fear gas will affect him.

And he was about to find out.

edit: part 2 is up!

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withthewindinherfootsteps · 2 years

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Wei Wuxian and the nice, broad road: or, part two of why constantly self-sacrificial Wei Wuxian takes bother me so much (part one):

(Long post ahead)

Something that’s very prevalent in self-sacrificial Wei Wuxian takes, or self-sacrificial takes on any character, is that they’re not only self-sacrificial… they’re also an idiot. As in, they don’t think things through, the first impulse they have when they see anyone in danger is to throw themselves in front of them even if there’s a way that means neither have to get hurt, and even if that person’s not in any serious danger at all. And that combines with the common take of self-hatred and extremely low self-worth to form the image of someone who’ll throw themselves recklessly at any danger with no consideration for any consequences or alternate paths, and are almost seeking to throw their life away.

The thing with Wei Wuxian, though, is that he’s not seeking to throw his life away at any given moment. And, more importantly to this meta, he’s clever and he’s capable. If he can find another way out of it, and the majority of the time he probably can, he’ll choose that option. What I’m trying to say is that, if he sees someone being ambushed by a monster, he’ll distract it, fight it himself, and almost always win. He won’t throw himself in front of its claws.

However, the problem that arises with the story of MDZS is that there is no other way out. The thing endangering those under his protection isn’t some monster he can fight, it’s the corrupt structure of the society itself. Those in power are only able to manipulate its threads by virtue of their birth and therefore status (almost everyone), or in rare cases by using that structure to your own advantage and engaging in very corrupt methods to clear your path to the top (Jin Guangyao). And neither of those are an option for Wei Wuxian, the ‘son of a servant’ who will never join in with that corruption.

(And he isn’t the only person we see in this situation. We see the same thing with Mianmian, and she can’t oppose this either — the best thing she can do is walk away.)

Wei Wuxian actually summarised his situation very clearly, when talking to Lan Wangji at the Burial Mounds:

A moment later, Wei WuXian spoke up, “Lan Zhan, you asked me if I intended on staying like this from now on. To be honest, I’d like to ask something as well. What can I do apart from this?” He continued, “Give up the demonic path? Then what about the people on this mountain? “Give them up? I won’t be able to do it. I believe that if you were I, you wouldn’t be able to do it either.” He continued, “Nobody can give me a nice, broad road to walk on. A road where I could protect those I want to protect without having to cultivate the ghostly path.” Lan WangJi gazed at him. He didn’t reply, but both of them knew the answer in their hearts. There was no such road. No solution existed.

- Chapter 75, EXR translation

This is in regard to Wei Wuxian’s demonic cultivation, but the same rings true for everything else he does at cost to himself in the story. Not sacrifice his Golden Core? Then Jiang Cheng, whose whole sense of self-worth was dependent on being a cultivator, would waste away with no spiritual power and no will to live*. Not save the Wen remnants? Then they’d stay in the labour camp and live and die in horrendous conditions. Not painting the spirit attraction mark on himself to save everyone else at the Second Siege? Then they’d die, because what else could be done? And it’s important to know that he didn’t do it alone here, he had Lan Wangji help defend him as well.

So he technically did have an option every time, yes. But that one option was letting others get hurt, and he’s not going to do that. There was no third path. There was no nice, broad road.

But we see that that broad road is very much one Wei Wuxian would like to walk on.

Wei WuXian smiled, “Why would I leave the nice, broad road, and walk on a single-plank bridge on a dark, narrow river instead? If it really is that easy, people would have already walked on it.”

- Chapter 14, EXR

Again, this refers to demonic cultivation. And again, this can be adapted to every other action he takes. Because there are plenty of situations when there is a third option. And in those cases, he finds the way around it! Wei Wuxian is incredibly smart, incredibly creative, and an incredibly quick thinker — none of us in the fandom should forget that.

And thankfully, there are examples of this in the text. Let’s take a closer look at one specifically: defending Mianmian in the Xuanwu’s cave**, and stopping her being used as bait.

(Long passage ahead)

Watching his subordinates fight with [Lan Wangji and Jin Zixuan], Wen Chao looked as if his mood was much better. He spat, “Talking back to me—what did you think you are? People like you really do deserve to be killed.”

A grinning voice came from the side, “That’s right. All those who oppress others and do evil relying on the power of their clan should be killed. Not only that, they should be beheaded for tens of thousands to revile so that those to come would beware.” Hearing this, Wen Chao spun around, “What did you say?” Wei WuXian pretended to be surprised, “Do you need me to repeat it? Sure. All those who oppress others and do evil relying on the power of their clan should be killed. Not only that, they should be beheaded for tens of thousands to revile so that those to come would beware. You heard it this time?” Hearing this, Wen ZhuLiu seemed to ponder as he glanced at Wei WuXian. Wen Chao erupted, “How dare you say such absurd, outrageous, and pretentious words!” Wei WuXian first lifted the corners of his mouth with a ‘pfft’, then immediately burst into unbridled laughter. Under everyone’s shocked eyes, he laughed so hard that he was out of breath, clutching Jiang Cheng’s shoulder as he spoke, “Absurd? Outrageous? I’d say you’re the one who’s all of those! Wen Chao, do you know who was the one that said those words? I’m sure you don’t, do you? Let me tell you. This was said by the most, most, most famous cultivator of your sect, the one who founded the entire thing, Wen Mao. You dared say that one of your ancestor’s remarks are absurd and outrageous? Well said, very well said! Ahahahahaha…” Within the Quintessence of the Wen Sect that had been given out, even the most ordinary of smalltalk comments could be analyzed over and over, their deep meanings boasted with exceptional extravagance. Let alone memorizing it well, Wei WuXian felt disgusted after just flipping through its pages. However, he found this quote of Wen Mao’s quite ironic, which was why he could recall it with ease. Wen Chao’s complexion switched between red and white. Wei WuXian added, “Right, what was the accusation given to those who insult famous cultivators of the Wen Sect again? How should they be punished? I remember that it was execution, right? Yes, very well, you can go die now.” Wen Chao couldn’t hold himself back any longer, unsheathing his sword and lunging at Wei WuXian. With that, he lunged out of Wen ZhuLiu’s range of protection. Wen ZhuLiu had always been used to defending against the attacks of others. He had never expected Wen Chao to leave by his own will. Facing the sudden difficulty, he somehow couldn’t react in time. On the other hand, as Wei WuXian provoked Wen Chao, he was precisely waiting for the moment of uncontrollable rage. The smile by his lips didn’t falter at all as he attacked with the speed of lightning. In a split second, he had snatched the sword and reversed the situation, subduing Wen Chao with just one move! One hand gripping Wen Chao, he leaped a few times and landed on one of the islets above the pool, keeping his distance from Wen ZhuLiu. With his other hand he pressed the sword onto Wen Chao’s neck, warning, “Nobody move. If you’re not careful, I might just decide to let some blood out of your Young Master Wen!” Wen Chao screeched, “Stop moving! Stop moving!” The disciples surrounding Lan WangJi and Jin ZiXuan finally ceased their attacks. Wei WuXian shouted, “Core-melting Hand, you’re not moving either! You know how the temper of the Wen Sect’s leader is. Your master is in my hand. If he loses just one drop of blood, then not one of the people here should hope to live on, including you!” Wen ZhuLiu put his arms down as Wei WuXian had expected. Seeing that the situation was under control, Wei WuXian was about to speak when he suddenly felt that the entire ground below him had trembled.

- Chapter 52, EXR

Important things to take away? Firstly, it’s Lan Wangji and Jin Zixuan who are the ones standing in front of the metaphorical (and literal) blades here, risking their own well-being and health for someone else to protect them directly. That’s their first instinct. Wei Wuxian’s is not***. His thought process is this: taunt and enrage Wen Chao, the powerless person in charge, into leaving the protection of the actually powerful person everyone’s scared of, and then use the opportunity of him being undefended to use him as leverage to get Mianmian free****. And he succeeds in that! It wasn’t his fault he didn’t know about the Xuanwu’s presence, the Wen clan were very deliberately keeping that information a secret.

That is very well thought through, especially for such a short timespan, and especially considering the actions of the only other two people who tried to protect Mianmian — a protective stand-off that they very probably could not win, with the likes of Wen Zhuliu around. I repeat: they are the ones standing in the way of the blade here. Wei Wuxian is not. This is what Wei Wuxian does in situations like these, this is how he solves problems! He’s not unthinkingly reckless, he is not a self-sacrificial idiot.

…not that I’m saying Lan Wangji is one either, but he’s never portrayed as one anyway.

And just for the fun on it, let’s take a look at the branding scene too, to see if we can pick anything else up:

Just as he was about to let go, a cry suddenly came from behind him. The cry was full of fear. Turning around, Wei WuXian saw Wang LingJiao give orders to three servants. Two of them brutishly held MianMian in place, clenching her face, while the other raised the branding iron in his hand and thrusted it toward her face! The tip of the iron was so heated that it sizzled and shone with red light. Wei WuXian was some distance away from them. Seeing what was happening, he immediately shifted the direction of the arrows and let go of the string. The three arrows shot out at once and hit each of the three people. Without making a noise, they fell backward onto the ground. Yet, before the bowstring even ceased to vibrate, Wang LingJiao suddenly grabbed the iron that had fallen as well. Gripping MianMian’s hair, she again shoved it toward her face! Even though Wang LingJiao’s level of cultivation was extremely low, her move was both swift and cruel. If she really did it, even if MianMian could keep her eye, her face would be completely ruined. A woman like her, even under such dangerous circumstances where people were prepared to flee at a moment’s notice, still kept her persistent thoughts of harming others! All of the other disciples were setting up their arrows, handling the beast with all of their attention. Nobody was near these two. There were no more arrows on Wei WuXian and there wasn’t enough time to grab someone else’s. Under the urgency of these circumstances, he rushed over, one hand striking away the arm that Wang LingJiao grabbed MianMian’s hair with and the other landing forcefully at her chest. Having undertaken the strike, Wang LingJiao heaved up a mouthful of blood and flew backward. However, the tip of the iron had already pressed onto Wei WuXian’s chest.

- Chapter 53, EXR

…as you can see, there’s a lot more to this than blindly rushing in front of the branding iron. Again, what can we take from this?

One, Wei Wuxian’s first instinct, again, is not to take the strike directly. He shoots the three servants holding down and actively trying to brand Mianmian, eliminating the threat to her. Wang Lingjiao at the time was just giving orders, she wasn’t an active threat — everyone else was fighting the Xuanwu, there was nobody else to give orders to.

But, surprising him, Wang Lingjiao immediately picks up the branding iron. And, like the servant, she aims it at Mianmian’s face. As Wei Wuxian remarks later, that’s a mark she couldn’t hide — her face would be ruined forever, and considering the setting of this world where marriage is extremely important to women society-wise, it would have lasting consequences for Mianmian’s whole life. Marks to the chest, at least you can hide.

And nobody else is focusing on Mianmian, and there’s no time for Wei Wuxian to call for help from anyone else. Ranged attacks aren’t an option, since he’s out of arrows. And only then does he rush straight to Mianmian, to save her directly.

And even then his first thought isn’t to throw himself in front of the iron! His aim in that instance is to strike the iron away from Wang Lingjiao, and to strike Wang Lingjiao away from Mianmian. And during that time, because both hands were occupied, the iron strikes his chest, and he gets the brand mark. Taking it for Mianmian was not the main aim here — though he was willing to risk it.

So, what do we learn from this?

Wei Wuxian’s first instinct is not to put himself in danger to help others. It’s to get the danger away from the one in danger, and then deal with it himself — something fully within his capabilities.

He admits he’s talking “nonsense” when telling Lan Qiren about demonic cultivation for the first time, probably to get himself kicked out of class, but what he says is actually very true when it comes to how Wei Wuxian generally solves problems.

Wei WuXian replied, “There are some things that have no use after liberation, so why not find a way to make use of them? When Yu the Great tamed the flood, obstruction was the inferior method, and redirection was the superior.

- Chapter 14, EXR

He doesn’t stand right in front of it, he doesn’t directly obstruct it from reaching its target by standing in-between the two. He redirects it to somewhere else.

And this pattern rings true throughout the book. Dealing with the fierce corpse of Madam Mo? Use his own corpses to get her attention instead. Same rings for the Dancing Goddess of Dafan Mountain, who’s currently advancing on Jin Ling? Same thing, summoning corpses — he doesn’t attempt to place himself in its way. He’s someone who thinks around the issue, calculates a plan (in a very short time, may I add), and much more often than not, succeeds! He’s willing to risk his life, but that is not the primary aim. Of course, when there are only two options — directly protecting or letting others get hurt — he chooses to protect. And since that is the case with his two biggest decisions in the story, so many people see that as his default instinct when it comes to dangerous situations. But when there is a nice, broad road to walk on, where nobody at all gets hurt, he finds that, and follows it, gladly.

Wei Wuxian is not a self-sacrificial idiot. He’s a clever, righteous person who’s willing to sacrifice his life for others, but who can and will take another option if one exists. The two are not in any way the same.

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*I feel like this is an important part of the core transfer that’s overlooked, actually — it’s not just “your core is worth more than mine”, (although with the Jiang parents’ promise to protect Jiang Cheng at all costs, a similar mindset may have played a part in this one specific scenario), it’s “your self-worth and meaning of life derives entirely on your core and being a good cultivator, whereas I can live for and enjoy more than that, and won’t utterly lose my will to live if I can’t cultivate, unlike you”. And for all it hurts, he ends up being right (and even invents a whole new path of cultivation out of necessity). That isn’t saying the sacrifice isn’t emotionally painful for Wei Wuxian, though, it is a lot, and we saw that with his thoughts on it at the Guanyin Temple.

**I also wanted to talk a bit about him defeating the Xuanwu with Lan Wangji, but I couldn’t find anywhere to fit it in. Similar to the Golden Core thing, him distracting it while Lan Wangji did the killing isn’t a “your life is worth more than mine” thing. Lan Wangji was the only one who knew the Chord Assassination technique, which was the only way either of them could think to kill the Xuanwu, as any weapons were useless. In addition to that, Lan Wanji’s leg was injured, so he couldn’t swim anyway. The only option left was for Wei Wuxian to distract it, and he was capable enough to survive! And yes, it was dangerous, but the mindset of both of them in that moment was that they had no way of knowing help would come for them, and that their only chance of escape by themselves was to kill the Xuanwu — and you might as well kill it before you die, anyway. For all they knew, both of them would have died if he hadn’t done that, and so whatever happened was worth it. This is not a mindless ‘your life before mine’ mindset, he thought this through.

***He actually did instinctively twitch a little as if to move when Mianmian was being surrounded, but Jiang Cheng held him back. However, he's a much stronger cultivator than Jiang Cheng at this point, and could have easily broken out of his grasp to directly protect Mianmian had he wished to. But he didn't choose that option, and decided, very quickly, to instead do what we see here. As @/rynne pointed out (thank you very much!), that's a clear moment when he's faced with a choice to be self-sacrificial, or solve the problem another way. And he decidedly chooses the latter.

****Actually, Wei Wuxian taunts others into accomplishing his goals quite a lot. He’s not a long-game manipulator like Jin Guangyao or Nie Huaisang, but playing on their emotions to get the result you want in the short term? Look at Lan Wangji and the destruction of the porn book, look at Lan Qiren and getting kicked out of his the class in the Cloud Recesses (when talking about using resentful energy, his own thoughts tell us he’s talking “nonsense”, and clearly wanted to leave the class — this was likely a bid to to just that), look at taunting Xue Yang into talking so he reveals his location in the mists of Yi City. I hardly ever see him doing this in fanon, which is kind of sad, because it’s very interesting definitely something he uses to solve problems (and something people could very well use instead of throwing himself in front of everything!)… and if we have to go there, no, I don’t think that makes him ‘morally grey’ either.

#mdzs #mdzs meta #wei wuxian #mo dao zu shi #my meta #debunking fanon wei wuxian the series

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tulipjeanohare · 2 years

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Hospital Jail Break

premise: this is my version of what happened if Eddie lived in Vol.2 and everyone cared about him! A week after the events in the upside down and Vecna cracking Hawkins in half Eddie finds himself cuffed to a hospital bed with no escape in sight. Until, Dustin's older sister shows up to save the day with a half cocked plan and a ragtag group of accomplices.

pairing: eddie munson x dustin's sister!reader

word count: pairing: 1899

warnings: none

notes: the plan is to write some sort of continuation to this but I want to see if anyone is even interested in more of it. So, please comment and interact to let me know what you guys think!

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Eddie’s eyes started to water as he continued to stare at the same ceiling tile he’d been observing for the last twenty minutes when he heard the voice.

Such a familiar voice.

But it couldn’t be, there’s no way you’d be anywhere near this place right now let alone trying to get into his room. They’d had this place locked down like a high security prison since they’d brought him in a week ago. At least, that’s what the nurse had told him when he first woke up. It wasn’t like he could really verify the accuracy of that statement seeing as he was handcuffed to his bed almost 24/7.

“Thank you so much, officer,” the sweet voice rang out, louder now. Like it was coming from just inside the door to his room. “I promise I’ll make this quick!”

Holy shit, it is her.

The door clicked closed before an echo of heavy boots followed on the tile before he saw you appear around the corner. “You up for a jail break,” you asked, hands placed matter of factly on your hips.

“Uuuuh,” was all Eddie could get out at this point.

Nobody, not one single person, had been allowed in his room since he’d been brought here. Not even his poor uncle who he’d heard begging the cop guarding the door on his second day there. But here you were, like it was just another day. A lot cleaner than the last time he’d seen you, although his mind was a little fuzzy from that night given all the blood he’d lost.

A hand waved in front of his face, “earth to Munson,” you sang, pulling him from his thoughts of that night.

“Shit, sorry,” he finally responded. “What exactly do you mean jail break? I’m in here for murder, multiple to be precise.”

You huffed as if he wasn’t getting some joke you’d just told, annoyance evident on your face. Without another word you pulled two bobby pins from the tight bun you had pulled back at the nape of your neck, the long strand of hair they’d been holding back falling in your face before you could tuck it safely behind your ear.

“I’m getting you out of here,” you spoke softly as to not let the cop just outside the door hear. “We all know you’re not the psycho killer the entire town has convinced itself you are. You should hear the news, are they letting you turn the tv on? It’s probably a good thing if they aren’t. This total idiot is on the news saying it wasn’t an ‘earthquake’ that cracked the entire town in half but that you opened some portal to hell with your creepy voodoo.”

All the color drained from Eddie’s face, “what, you’re kidding!”

“Keep it down,” you shushed him, taking one of his hands that was cuffed to the bed and trying to find a good angle on the lock. “I need to concentrate.”

“You know if you get caught doing this you get a nice jail cell right next to mine, right,” Eddie whispered, his voice on edge.

You waved him off with a nod of the head, twisting the bobby pin between your teeth until it straightened just enough. “Yeah, Eds, I’m aware of the risk but seeing as you just saved all our asses in the third dimension or whatever the hell that place is I think I owe you one.”

“Sweet face,” he spoke, an attempt to press your buttons so you’d look up at him. “You don’t owe me shit.”

Any other time he’d called you by that name you’d ignore him or flip him the bird but now, now it made your cheeks burn red hot. “I beg to differ,” you replied, brows knitted in concentration as you slid the two little metal pins into the lock of the cuffs. “This isn’t up for debate, Munson. Robin is already talking the cops ear off outside the door. Too late to abort the plan now.”

“W-wait,” he stammered. “You’ve got Robin roped into this too?”

A huff of breath escaped you, annoyed at his dimness, “did you think I was planning the hospital jail break by myself?”

“Well,” he started, his head falling back onto the pillow now. “I guess I didn’t think they’d be rushing to my rescue now that I’m a caught criminal.”

That made you laugh. He was as dramatic as they came and hearing him, the kid who ran the nerdiest club at Hawkins High, call himself a ‘caught criminal’ reminded you of just how dramatic. “They’re the ones who helped me carry your sorry ass out of the upside down after you passed out, Eddie. Those asshole cops won’t let anyone in here…they’ve been trying all week.”

“So…you got in here, how, exactly,” he questioned, looking back down at you.

One more twist of the two bobby pins and bam they popped right open, freeing his right hand. “My charming personality, of course.”

His eyes looked like they were about to bug right out of their head as he realized you’d actually been able to free him of the cuffs. “You’re a genius, I’ll give you that, but how in the hell are you planning on getting me out of this room? Robin can talk but I don’t think she can do anything to move them from that door.”

“Ye of little faith,” you grinned, sitting on the side of the hospital bed, reaching across Eddie’s body for his other cuffed hand. “You’re going out the window, Munson.”

He really couldn’t believe it. Just a few days ago you barely knew each other more than a passing glance as you dropped your younger brother off at Hellfire Club and here you were saving his ass, again. “I’m in the hospital for a reason, Y/N. I don’t know if I’m in the best condition to be scaling a building.”

“You know if you’d shut up for five seconds and stopped doubting me I think this,” you gestured towards your fingers twisting and turning the pins around in the lock. “Might go a little faster. If you must know, Harrington is helping me with the window escape, Dustin is on the ground with Nancy waiting in the getaway car. Besides, we’re on the first floor of this shit hole hospital…you can make it that far in your fragile state.”

Eddie watched your lips curl into a devilish smirk at that last remark, still able to tease him as you worked to get the second cuff off. “You’re all insane, you know that?”

“Dustin would kill me if I didn’t at least try to save your ass,” you replied, finally getting the other cuff to pop open. “Besides, if any Henderson is going to jail I think I’d handle it a lot better than the kid would.”

Before he could think Eddie’s hands grabbed either side of your face and quickly planted a kiss on your lips, something he’d thought about doing every time he’d see you yelling at Dustin from your car outside of the school. It was quick, nothing more than a peck, but it took both of you by surprise. “Uuuuh,” he struggled to find the words, his hands still cupping your face. “I, uh, don’t know what got into me there.”

“Heat of the moment,” you offered, eyes still wide from shock.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it,” he quickly agreed.

Quickly you got up from the bed and tossed his crumpled, bloody clothes over to him, “couldn’t sneak in fresh clothes so that’ll have to wait. You better make it snappy because Robin’s been going for 15 minutes and that’s about 5 minutes longer than I’d planned on.”

The soft murmur of Robin’s rambling could be heard from the other side of the door but now you could hear the voice of a very annoyed cop too. You quickly shot over to the window and fumbled with the heavy lock keeping the window shut to the outside world. Just as you got the lock snapped open Steve popped into view scaring you half to death. “Harrington,” you breathed, shoving the window open as quietly as possible.

“Sorry, I got held up down below and didn’t think I was gonna get my ass here in time,” he got out in between heavy breaths. “Is the prisoner ready for transport?”

Before you could turn to check you felt Eddie press up behind you, leaning his head over your shoulder to get a look at Steve. “Shit, you weren’t kidding about this plan!”

“I wasn’t risking my ass for nothing,” you grinned, moving out of the way to allow him to start out the window. “Careful, none of us have any medical training outside of Neosporin and a Band-Aid. And I promise you that my bedside manner is a lot worse than those snooty nurses I met outside your room.”

“Oh you mean my biggest fans,” Eddie joked, carefully putting one leg through the window then the other until Steve steadied him on the other side of the glass.

“Making friends everywhere you go, I see,” Steve rolled his eyes.

Eddie opened his mouth to say something back to you but you’d already closed the window and locked it once more. A quick thumbs up to Steve before you closed the curtains quickly and made your way back out of the room.

Now this was the tough part of the plan.

In Dustin’s scenario the idiot cop would shoo you out of the room and down the hall without thinking to check in on Eddie. But it couldn’t be that easy, could it?

One quick deep breath before reaching for the handle to the heavy wood door, your fingers trembling worse than they had been after Eddie had kissed you just minutes ago. As nonchalantly as you could muster you breezed out of the door, slamming it behind you, before turning to the cop. “You know what, you were right, that kid is a real psycho,” you spit out the prepared speech your little brother had coached you through. “I appreciate you letting me tell him off one last time, for my brother.”

“You better leave before my boss finds out you were anywhere near here,” he replied, eyes still focused straight ahead.

Your eyes went from him to the door and back, waiting for him to look in on his prison but not so much as a twitch of his hand alerted you to that being his next move. “No worries, officer,” you grinned. “You won’t be seeing me anywhere near this place anytime soon!”

A few steps took you around the corner and you ran directly into a very worried and wound up Robin. “Did it work, is he out? Did he get down the building alright? Wh-,” she rambled quickly.

“Robin,” you whispered, grabbing hold of her shoulders to steady her before you got motion sickness from the way she was flailing her hands about. “If you don’t shut up I’ll turn right around and tell one of those cops that you’re the one who sprung the psycho teenage serial killer.”

She bit her lip in an attempt to stop her word vomit, “But, did…”

“He’s on the roof with Steve as we speak,” you winked, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “So far, so good.”

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parmmykitty · 4 months

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The is the biggest depression in the story ngl, but the next is the happiest! It's Christmas Eve everyone! Get excited! (Can yall guess who Future is?)

The R.P.D. Christmas Carol pt.5

Scrooge! Wesker x Secretary! Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

With the ghost of Christmas present gone Wesker was left alone in the cemetery. The howling winds picking up and freezing him to the bone. He looked around him for any indication of the third and final ghost, but could see nothing.

All at once when he turned around to look behind him a giant looming reaper stood in front of him. The ghost was massive compared to himself, at least 8ft tall with skeletal hands holding a just as massive scythe. No other features could be made out as they were covered from head to toe in a large black cloak that dragged along the ground. The only small sign of life in the apparition being bright red cat-like eyes glowing in the shadows of their face.

Unnerved, Wesker took a moment to greet the new ghost before him. "Hello. I assume you are the ghost of Christmas future?"

The spirit slowly nodded its head once and continued to stare at him.

"Well then. Let's get started shall we? I do wish to finish in time for Christmas morning," he spoke more in nervousness as a way to fill the deathly silence.

Behind the ghost a strange portal seemed to appear out of thin air. Unwilling to walk into the portal without some sort of confirmation he was surprised when the spirit's hand rested on his shoulder almost threateningly and walked him through.

Heavy rain suddenly fell down on him and drenched him to the core. Fog lingered on the ground of the strange version of Raccoon City around him. There were small discrepancies that could be seen that told him he was indeed seeing the future.

In front of him and the spirit was a small group of men in funeral attire. They each had an umbrella to protect themselves from the rain. When Wesker looked closer he could see that they were his fellow coworkers at Umbrella.

"I don't really know much about the incident," one of the men said, "it wasn't really my department."

"I heard the thing tore a hole straight through him."

"I would've paid good money to see that shit. Just imagine the look his fucking face when it happened!"

"I'm just glad he's finally fucking gone. I couldn't stand him. I wonder if I can get a promotion now?"

Wesker turned to the apparition, "I know those gentlemen, spirit. Who are they talking about?"

He went ignored as the spirit extended its arm and pointed towards an open door beside them. When Wesker read the name on the building he was unnerved to see it was a pawn shop in town nfamous for selling stolen goods.

The shop keeper was talking to a couple and had a few items on the counter between them.

"So what did you grab for me?" The shopkeeper asked.

"I got the guy's watch! Stole it right of his pompous dresser! Not only that, but he had a pair of these fancy glasses!"

The woman of the couple laughed out loud before pushing the other behind her.

"That's nothing! You'll never guess what I stole from his vault!" She quickly pulled something from her pocket and the other two laughed.

"What was that idiot doing with this!" He grabbed the item. "There's no person in the world who would accept it!"

"Oh but imagine! The devil asking someone to marry him! It's too fucking funny!"

The three busted out laughing all together. Walking back from the open door Wesker spoke again to the spirit.

"Is what happened to the man everyone is talking about going to become my fate? Are you saying that if I don't change this might be how others view me too when I die? Is there any life in this future? Show me something that would be actually meaningful to me, spirit," by the end Wesker had spoken with as much venom in his voice as he dared.

The spirit again moved its hand to his shoulder and walked through yet another portal. Appearing in a rather familiar street he was pointed to a door.

"My friend's house?" The street was even more quiet than the last time he was shown the house. "Why is it so quiet?" He asked. The spirit only pointed more firmly to the door. He reluctantly leaned towards the dirty window to see inside not having the nerve to walk in.

Inside was all of the members of S.T.A.R.S. both Alpha and Bravo. They all sat at a long table silently and humbly ate a small Christmas dinner. The chair at the top of the table being empty with an empty plate. The chair had a coat hanging off the back. Many of the people seated at the table had tears rolling down their cheeks and not one had a smile. Jill who was sitting right beside the empty chair stood up and walked into a different room, Chris was quick to follow.

Wesker continued to look through the window scrutinizing the empty chair. He recognized the coat with a sinking feeling in his stomach. His dearest friend was nowhere to be seen in their own home. Wesker quickly looked to the spirit.

"Where are they?! They can't be gone! Where are they!?" He stalked up to the ghost frantically. "How does this corellate with anything?! Are you trying to threaten me? They can't die! I won't allow it! How do I stop this!" He screamed.

The ghost grabbed his shoulder again more forcefully and walked into uet another portal. Coming out the other end, Wesker saw the same graves from where he parted with present and met future.

"Why are we back here? I thought you were the last ghost?" With a point he was directed towards a specific tombstone forgotten with time.

Walking up to the menacing stone Wesker moved to brush snow that was covering the name. Moving his had to clear off the first name he stopped when he saw 'Albert W' and quickly looked away not willing to believe that this could be his future grave.

"It was me wasn't it? The man who my coworkers was talking about, who's things were being sold, " he hesitated before whispering the last one, "who caused them to die."

Wesker grabbed the ghost's robs that covered him and attempted to intimidate him the best he could. "Tell me how to stop this! I won't allow it!"

The spirit laid its large hand against Wesker's chest and gave a powerful shove. Falling backwards Wesker fell into a large hole in the ground and looked up to the spirit.

In an instant the spirit leaned down to the hole revealing his face. The red eyes looking into his soul and the face looking strikingly familiar he was too astounded to fully understand what it meant.

In a voice almost mirroring his own also the spirit bombed down at him, "Change!"

All at once Wesker's vision went out and everything around him was black.

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #resident evil #wesker x reader

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thebardisabird · 11 months

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My contribution in celebrating the birth of six idiots who have changed my life in a number of ways forever.

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You wiped at your forehead, inspecting the very last touches you placed on the cake. It was a marvel that you managed to whip something up like this in such short notice - but for all of the effort, you knew the reward would be so much sweeter. In the midst of watching your hands, you heard the doorbell ring.

“Right on time” you murmured to yourself.

At your door were your neighbors, the Matsuno brothers, each personality more different than the next.

“Oiii!” called the eldest, “Let us in already, it’s hot outside!” You were thankful you could control the roll in your eyes as you opened the front door. Osomatsu’s cheesy grin met you with a familiar brightness, “There you are! Thought you’d never show!”

He laughed as you shook your head, “I’m not hearing that from the guy who left me waiting for thirty minutes in front of the konbini the other day, Osomatsu.” His response was a mere “Whoops!” before throwing himself on your couch.

“Forgive my buraza, he’s simply a scoundrel,” came showyh baritoned speech. Donning a blue romper with an embroidered, golden K on it was Karamatsu, the second eldest. His fingers took yours, placing a small kiss to the top of your hand. As soon as his eyes found yours, his recognizable sparkle began to show, a display that made you laugh.

“That he is, Karamatsu, come inside, please” you gestured to your living room, which he followed suit. He hit you with a wink and a finger gun as he passed you, “Always a pleasure to see you, darling!”

Next came the third eldest, whose face of annoyance was not missed. Upon seeing you however, he switched back to his normal, much gentler smile. He bowed briefly, “Thank you for having us over, we appreciate your time!” You tilted your head, the disbelieving laughter escaping you rather quickly, “Choromatsu, that’s so formal, we’re literally friends!” His hand came to the back of his head in slight embarrassment as he moved in the direction of his brothers, “Ah, I know, I know, but one should still be polite when they’re a guest in someone’s home.” You found yourself shaking your head far too much already.

“Ah...hey. Thanks for having us.” Turning to Ichimatsu, the fourth brother, he met you with a small wave and an even smaller smile. Your warm smile and wave was much more animated in comparison, but you knew him well enough to know the sentiment was shared, “I’m glad you came, Ichimatsu”. His eyes caught something, a splotch of dusty white on your sleeve, “Oh. Hey is that flour-” “AHHH WE’RE HERE! WE’RE HERE!”

Screaming at the top of his lungs was the fifth brother who, in all of his wildly energetic nature, twirled around you with delight. Within his sleeves he let loose a small wisp of tiny daisy flowers. The petals cascaded about you, some landing on your hands and sleeves, others sadly to the ground. You blinked, unsure of what all exactly just happened or why he even had those, but you giggled regardless.

“Hi Jyushimatsu, it’s nice to see you too!” His extraordinary grin grew wider as your greeting, “Thank you for letting us come over! Now let’s play ball! Hustle, Hustle! Muscle Muscle!”

Then came the final brother, who was sighing as he walked up, “How you deal with them is beyond me.” You gave him an incredulous look, “You literally do it every day, Todomatsu.”

He whipped out his phone, using the front-facing camera to check his reflection, “I know and just look at me, I’ve never looked so exhausted in my life!” It was your turn to sigh before you finally smiled, “Glad you could make it regardless.”

“Are you kidding? We wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Todomatsu replied, joining his brothers in your now full living room.

“It’s true,” Choromatsu chimed in, “Though...we are curious as to why we’re here. Normally you just meet us outside.” His expression changed from thoughtful to puzzled as he spoke. Jyushimatsu tapped on the table, “Yeah! Yeah! What’s up with that?”

You lifted your head with pride, “Well boys, I’m glad you’re curious. I have something for you, actually.”

The sextuplets all looked at one another, confusion brewing between them all. They couldn’t remember asking you for anything...so what was the occasion? No sooner had they thought to discuss it amongst themselves did faint rolling sounds catch their attention. Back into the room you came, a small cart being pushed in their direction. Warmth spread throughout you as you eyed the cover below you fondly. You pinched the cloth and pulled it back carefully, revealing six delectable miniature cakes.

“WOAHHH!” the group shouted in unison. You were crowded almost instantly. The small delicacies were each frosted with the respective brothers' signature color, from Osomatsu's brilliant red down to Todomatsu's rosy pink, and decorated with a whipped cream frosting that smelled so heavenly it took even you a substantial amount of discipline to not pipe the whole bag into your mouth. Though your grin was near ear splitting, your voice held a sentimental lilt to it, "Happy Birthday, guys." The six of them would scoop their cakes up in mere seconds, already digging away at them. "THANK YOUUUU!" they echoed together once more. You watched with a glowing amount of joy as your friends thoroughly enjoyed their birthday gifts from you. Osomatsu, who you always could count on to be the realest with you, even when it wasn't something you wanted to hear at the moment. He made it very easy to enjoy his company whenever you two hung out. Karamatsu, who reminded you that confidence and self love were key items to happiness, and that it didn't hurt to be kind either. And when he played guitar, you swore you could listen for hours. Choromatsu, who kept you level headed with his practicality - and who was particularly fun to go to karaoke with. You could always rely on him to be the friend that surprises you.

Ichimatsu, whose silence is a thing of comfort. Words weren't necessary with him all the time, and you appreciated that. His gentleness with animals has always left an impression on you.

Jyushimatsu, who lights your day up like the sun itself. His energy is infectious, his laughter contagious, and despite his aloofness, he's never been anything less than genuine with you.

Todomatsu, who was always the quickest to ease your worries. Incredibly sweet (to only just you) and your biggest cheerleader, he always made you feel so supported.

Six happy sighs in unison as the plates were finally cleared. "Y'know...did we even remember today was our birthday?" questioned Osomatsu. Karamatsu's pondered hum came next to him, "Come to think of it, I don't think we did...ah but is that not the curse of adulthood? To lose sight of simple pleasures?" "Jeez, Karamatsu-niisan, way to bring down the mood," Todomatsu chided, to which Karamatsu sunk his head. The youngest brother turned to you, "But seriously...we did forget." "I think it's nice though..." Ichimatsu chimed in, "To be reminded by someone who likes us enough to do this." "I agree!" Jyushimatsu exclaimed, his sleeves waving enthusiastically, "You make yummy cakes!" Choromatsu, took it upon himself to wear the sentimental expression now, "I think what all of us are trying to say is..." "Thank you so much for always thinking of us."

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takearisk-xo · 1 year

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there is no third

written for @hinnyfest prompt 1: First, I love you

The little bell above the door tinkled and a gust of frosty wind swept through Honeydukes until the door banged closed again. Not paying attention to the other shoppers crowded around, Harry leaned against a display of Cockroach Clusters and watched as Ginny perused the baking section.

In typical Ginny fashion, she had left her Christmas Shopping until the very last minute, which meant Harry was trailing along after her and fighting the horde of dawdlers who also refused to take advantage of Owl Orders. It wasn’t the worst way he’d spent a Saturday, but he could think of other, much more enjoyable, pastimes to participate in with his fiancée.

Especially since in two weeks she wouldn’t be his fiancée anymore. She’d be something altogether more important. Something infinitely significant and meaningful. Something sacred.

Warmth cracked open in his chest as he watched her let out an impatient huff and return a cellophane bag of instant melt caramels back to the shelf.

Wife.

Ginny was going to be his wife. Home, family, and endless contentment, all wrapped up in his favorite person in the world. Bonded to him for life.

Sometimes Harry had to pinch himself just for the reminder that it was real.

The distinctive click of a camera pulled his attention away from Ginny chewing on her bottom lip and to the other side of the shop. Harry clocked the room but didn’t immediately notice anyone acting suspicious until the third go around.

A middle-aged bloke stood half-hidden behind a rack of Liquorice Wands and conspicuously stared in their direction. When he noticed Harry, he ducked behind an older couple passing by and disappeared from sight.

“Do you think Mum would want Golden Syrup Drops?”

The bloke reappeared three aisles over, raising a camera in their direction and Harry swore under his breath

“Yeah,” Ginny hummed. “I didn’t think so either.”

Not bothering with an explanation, Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the back of the store.

“What’re you-” she started but he yanked her down the rickety staircase and into the basement storeroom.

“It’s that Bogdan fellow,” Harry explained in a rush once they were out of sight. “The photographer working for Rita Skeeter.”

Ginny made a disgusted noise. “That’s the third time this month.”

“Are we sure she doesn’t know?” Harry said with a pointed look.

She shook her head. “If she did, she’d have published something already.”

Harry shrugged in agreement, shifting his palm and sliding his fingers between hers.

Narrowing her eyes, Ginny tilted her head in question. “So, what’s the plan here?”

Harry blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean are we living in the cellar now or...?”

“Oh,” he faltered. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

She sighed, her eyes falling shut. A nearly all-consuming urge to snog her senseless came over him.

“So instead of getting an innocent photo of us Christmas shopping,” Ginny spoke slowly as if she was explaining a particularly difficult subject to someone very dim. “He gets one of us sneaking out of the Honeydukes cellar?”

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He smiled ruefully instead.

“First,” Ginny remarked, her eyes sparkling with amusement in the dim light. “I love you.”

His smile stretched wider. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of hearing it.

“Second,” she continued, moving her hands to either side of his face. “You’re an idiot.”

Harry choked on a laugh. “And third?”

“There is no third,” Ginny pushed up onto her toes to give him a fleeting kiss. “I love you and you’re an idiot. It’s the tragedy of my life.”

He snorted then buried his face in the crook of her neck. “We could wait him out?”

A knowing giggle rippled through her. “He could be up there for ages...”

“Don’t worry,” Harry pressed the lightest of kisses to the skin beneath her ear. “I know how we can pass the time.”

#hinnyfest #hinny #jesus this was pure fluff #is this a tpfy epilogue???#sure why not #lets make all the hinnyfest prompts tpfy epilogues #the path from you #my fic

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qodlysinz · 11 days

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Damn Golden Guard

Hunter X Reader - The Owl House

CW: language

Tags: Hunter is an awkward moron, Reader is ambiguous, written in second person, poor attempt at enemies to lovers 😖😖

Synopsis: Hunter is sick and tired of a new scout for the Emperor’s Coven, they’re only 16, and, don’t tell anyone he said this, a very gifted Witch. Emperor Belos requires both Hunter and their presence in his throne room, ordering them to go on a mission.

A/N: i’m rewatching TOH and the fact that hunter and willow already have “something” after only interacting once is so weird to me, and they call Lumity fast paced 😭😭😭 (btw I used this post for reference of the map!!!) if the you/your/yours usage slips up just know im used to third person writing but I dont like third person writing in x readers 😓

You paced back and forth, practically sweating through your uniform from the nerves. The Emperor wanted to meet you? You? The little witch who struggled to use magic without a palisman?

It was one thing to have your prized palisman taken from you the moment you joined the Emperor’s Coven, but to be summoned by the Emperor himself?

You froze in your tracks once you sensed the presence of someone else behind you. You spun around and adjusted your mask. You felt disdain once you made eye contact with the perpetrator.

“Oh.” You murmured, “it’s you.”

The Golden Guard simply sneered, motioning his head around loosely. “Don’t sound too excited.”

You roll your eyes behind the mask, “Emperor Belos requested my presence, not yours.” You tell him sharply, feeling a sense of pride as you watched the Golden Guard stiffen.

“You’re getting cocky. I can’t wait to knock you down a peg.” He walked over, looking down at you with a smug chuckle. You scoff and pushed him away. “I have business to attend to. You can talk to your reflection like you usually do.”

He sputtered, jolting up in alarm. “I-I don’t do that!” He refuted, shaking his head rapidly. You snorted in amusement before entering the Emperor’s chamber, giving the Golden Guard a mocking wave by wriggling your fingers.

“Hunter,” the Emperor spoke, “please, do stay. I need to discuss this with both of you.” His voice sent shivers down your spine. Its ominous aura made you shrink into your cloak, ducking your head in fear of meeting his gaze.

You were unaware that Hunter was his true name, not that it was ever any of your business, but the lack of formality in the Emperor’s speech made you confused. You knew that ‘Hunter’ was close to Emperor Belos, but were they really so comfortable that he was referred to by his name?

Hunter bowed down beside you, you tilting your head slightly to the side to get a better look at him. His mask was pinned to his chest by his hand.

He looked a lot younger than you thought. You pictured a much uglier boy to match the shrilly voice.

Not that Hunter was attractive.

“What is it that you need, Uncle? Hunter questioned, looking up to meet the Emperor’s eyes. You didn’t dare mirror his actions, Titan, you were still processing the fact Hunter referred to the Emperor as uncle.

“I require you, both of you, to investigate a supposed Coven of Wild Witches down in Diaphrallows.” He spoke, nodding his head. Hunter nodded, “of course, Uncle.”

Hunter stood up, pulling you to your feet and sticking his tongue out at you. Your face heated up with embarrassment, you were all smug and sly when he was there because he was also summoned. You should’ve thought it through, but stupidly, your mind is pure white noise whenever you speak to him. It was infuriating!

Once the door shut, Hunter let out a laugh, doubling over as he held onto his stomach. “You’re such an idiot!” He snickered, you discarded your mask and whacked him over the shoulder with it, “shut your trap!” You exclaimed.

Hunter wiped a tear as he placed his mask over his face once more. “You don’t think things through, do you?” He tilted his head and inched closer.

You rolled your eyes and flicked the golden mask, “you act so high and mighty with that stupid uniform, take that off and you’re a little nerd.” You tug at his ear harshly making him wince and pull away, slapping at your hand.

“So cavalier.” He muttered. You laughed mockingly, “like you even know what that means!” You gave him a narrow-eyed smirk before masking yourself once more. “Such a dunce.” You add as you began to walk away.

“I’ve never even seen you hold a book!” He argued, racing after you. “Because I’m not a nerd like you!” You reply with a scoff.

The ride to Diaphrallows was long. Very long. Hunter was making jibes the entire ride, and you were so close to putting him to sleep with a spell if he wasn’t the damned ‘Golden Guard’.

Once you arrived, the two of you split up, and thank Titan for that, his voice made you want to have flesh-eating beetles tear your ears off.

You scanned the surrounding area, sighing tiredly to yourself. It was so dull when Hunter wasn’t there for you to bother relentlessly. You chewed the inside of your cheek in thought, but turned your attention to the sound of shuffling.

Cautiously, you followed. Four people, all donning black cloaks, hurried through the streets under the assumption no one was aware of where they were. You persisted, ducking under a random pipe that was, stupidly, pinned through a corridor.

One of the witches spun around, shooting a fire ball at you. You quickly made a circle and blocked it with an ice pillar, flinging yourself forward and knocking them unconscious with a Sleep Spell and tying them up with vines.

Before you could take action against the other three witches, Hunter came out of no where and took two of them out without breaking a sweat. You scoffed, staring at him in annoyance as you used an Abomination to grab the remaining witch. “I had this covered!” You told him angrily.

“You almost got burned alive, clearly you didn’t.” Hunter argued, giving you a huff of annoyance. You grumbled, giving him a slight shove. “I know what I’m doing, Hunter!”

Hunter looked at the incapacitated witches, shoulders tensing up. “Well, excuse me for worrying about… a… fellow Coven member!” He stammered out, pulling his mask off his face. You rolled your eyes at that, throwing your mask at him. “Just admit it! You don’t think I’m worthy of being in the Emperor’s Coven!” You glared at the boy, he looked alarmed, jaw dropping.

He stared at you, more shocked than anything. You swallowed thickly as the silence weighed heavy. He looked at his feet, clenching his jaw. “I-I… I didn’t say that.” He muttered.

“Then what is it?” You poked his chest, brows furrowed annoyedly. “Are you just wanting all the glory so the Emperor will care about you? So he’ll be proud of you?”

Hunter sighed, closing his eyes before meeting your gaze. “Not that either… just drop it, okay? It’s not a big deal.” He replied, beginning to walk away.

You frowned, feeling your body grow heavy. “Just tell me, Hunter. Why don’t you trust me to do anything?” Hunter dragged a hand down his face, a look of disdain on his face. “Because… I worry about you… your safety, to be… accurate.”

It was quiet, and Hunter grew flustered, “ignore what I said! Let’s just go!” He urgently exclaimed, shuffling away in hopes to get away from this embarrassing situation.

You grabbed his wrist, looking at him with a sly smile. “You worry about me, Mr. Golden Guard?” Hunter shrunk, covering his face with his gloved hand as blush crept across his cheeks. “Shuddap.” He murmured softly.

#hunter toh #hunter x reader #the owl house #x reader #toh #hunter is shy hehe #first x reader!#i like how this turned out #toh hunter #the owl house hunter #hunter the owl house #hunter noceda #hunter noceda x reader

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antioxidcnts · 1 year

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NGA LU FRA'U You are Everything - Mong

Mong - Trust WC: 2k FemOmatikaya!Reader Pairings: {Neteyam x Reader - Strangers to Friends to Lovers}, {Lo’ak x Reader, Kiri x Reader, Tuk x Reader, Jake x Reader, Neytiri x Reader – Platonic} {An’oung x Reader, Tsireya x Reader, Ronal x Reader, Tonowari x Reader – Family}

This version is in Third Person

Ok’irse had been down at the beach with Ronal and few other Na’vi women. Today they would introduce the new Na’vi children to the water as they were old enough to keep their heads up on their own. Ok’irse smiled brightly, looking at all the babies in their mothers arms, this was one of her favorite tasks. She would usually get to spend most of her morning simply playing in the water, today was unfortunately cut short. “Ok’irse, please come over here.” Ronal spoke, placing a hand on her belly, watching the babies splash around in the water. Ok’irse made her way over to her mother quickly, waving goodbye to the babies she passed. “Yes mother, what can I do for you?” She inquired, seeing that her mother was staring off into the distance. She glanced around, trying to pinpoint exactly what she was looking at. “Over there, your siblings and the Sully children.” She looked over to where her mother was pointing. “They appear to be getting along today mother-” “Yes, that is the problem.” Her mother hummed, pressing a finger to her lips. “Alright it is decided, you will follow your brother today, ensure he causes no more trouble.”

“What! Please Mother, what about my chores? Father will have my tail if I do not complete my duties.” The young girl tried to protest, hanging her head soon after, knowing she would not get far arguing with her mother. “I shall take care of your father, do as I say and get on it. They are leaving.” Ronal nodded towards the group, watching as Lo’ak stormed away from the group. Ok’irse sighed heavily, grabbing her satchel and spear. She ran over to the group, seeing them standing around each other and talking. “Where is Lo’ak?” She questioned, walking closer to the group. “He ran away.” Tuk spoke gently, her face sad and her ears were pinned back. Neteyam reached down, picking up Tuk and holding her on his hip. “It’s alright Tuk, he will be okay.” He looked down the path he had last seen Lo’ak head in the direction of, unsure if he truly believed the words he was saying. “What are you doing here Kirse? I thought you were helping Mother with the Na’vi children today?” Tsireya looked over at her sister, looking between her and Neteyam. Tsireya would never say it out loud, but she had noticed something blossom between the two eldest in the time the Sully’s had been there. She knew that her older sister would have her tail if she made an accusation like that.

Ok’irse smiled, looking over at her sister and walking over to Ao’nung. “Mother tasked me with her most important duty!” She flashed her siblings an idiotic grin, wrapping her arm around Ao’nungs neck, pulling him close and rubbing her hand through his hair. “Watching after this skxawng.” Ao’nung groaned loudly, attempting to pull himself from her grasp. “Let go of me! Kirse! This is so embarrassing!” He let his arms hang down, pretending as if the embarrassment had killed him. His friends laughed, poking harmless fun at him. “Didn’t know you needed a babysitter Ao’nung” They would tease him and that only would fuel his annoyance. Ok’irse laughed loudly, letting go of her brother and walking over to Kiri. “I think it’s time to take them outside the reef, don’t you think?” She looked over at Tsireya, who was already glowing after hearing those words come out of her mouth. Ao’nung rolled his eyes, looking over at his sister and the foreigner. “Oh but when I do it I get in trouble.” The two girls stuck their tongues out at the Metkayina boy, giggling to each other.

The spirit tree wasn’t far outside the reef, roughly about a 10-minute swim on an Ilu. Most children would make the trip with their families until they were 13 or 14. The spirit tree was one of the most sacred places on pandora to the Metkayina. This was a place to visit ancestors, hear loved ones and commune with members of the past. The group arrived on Ilu’s, wading through the water and looking around at the scenery. “We are here.” Tsireya spoke as soon as they came up from the water. “This is the cove of ancestors.” She smiled, looking at Kiri and Tuk. “Our most sacred place.” Ok’irse added, looking at Neteyam and swimming closer to the tree. “Eclipse is the best time to be here.” Tsireya smiled climbing down from her Ilu and helping Tuk down. Ok’irse stopped her Ilu, going to move from her Ilu when she saw a hand extended out to her. She smiled, seeing the hand connected to Neteyam. He helped her down from her Ilu as they swam down to the hanging roots of the tree.

It wasn’t long before Ok’irse was being shaken out of her trance, disconnecting her tsaheylu from the root and swimming up to the surface. “Come on!” Tsireya looked concerned, grabbing her sister by the hand. “What is going on?” Ok’irse gasped, looking around and seeing Neteyam speeding away with what appeared to be a limp body on his Ilu. “It’s Kiri, something has happened.” Tsireya got onto her Ilu, swimming off and following the other members of the group. “Come on Tuk, I got you.” Kirse helped Tuk climb onto the Ilu, pulling her head flush against her chest and riding the fastest she could back to the village. They arrived at the dock, climbing off the Ilu and running down the dock towards the Sully marui. “Is she going to be okay?” Tuk whimpered, clutching Kirse’s arm and holding her close.

“Shh Tuk it’s alright, everything will be alright.” Ok’irse got down to the same level as Tuk, wrapping her arms around her and picking her up. She didn’t know if her words would be true, but she did know that those words were all she had to comfort the small girl with. She walked into the marui, taken aback by the human and new Na’vi that took up most of the space. She stiffened at the sight of a human, having not seen one before in her life. She set down Tuk, watching as the younger girl scrambled over to the body of Kiri, who was laying unconscious on the floor. The whole sight made Ok’irse feel sick, she clutched her stomach and excused herself from the marui, walking out and towards the beach. She passed her mother, who grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving. “You are future Olo’eyktan.” The words her mother spoke made her blood run cold. “You must help those in need and here you are abandoning your friends.” She hung her head, nodding slowly before following her mother back into the marui.

Neytiri forced the sky people out of the marui, giving space for Ronal and Ok’irse to work on healing Kiri. Neteyam stood at the door, watching as the two chanted together to wake her up. After some vigorus work, Tuk spoke first. “Kiri, you’re awake.” She cried, gently pushing hair away from Kiri’s face. Kiri soon also began to cry, sobbing as soon as she opened her eyes. A sigh of relief flooded the room, Neytiri held her daughters, the fear of losing them consumed her. Ok’irse stood up alongside Ronal, walking out of the marui to give them privacy. Neteyam looked to Ok’irse, silently thanking her with his eyes for helping his sisters. She nodded towards him, knowing that he would do the same if something had happened to her siblings. He approached her slowly, taking her hands. “Thank you Ok’irse, and thank you Tsahik Ronal.” Ronal smiled softly, nodding her head before walking off. “It was the least I could do.”

Ok’irse stood there hand in hand with Neteyam, “Of course Nete, I would not of forgiven myself if something were to happen to any of you.” She looked up at the slightly taller boy, her eyes full of worry. He pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace. She felt safe there. All her life she had been the one protecting those around her. She could remember times when she was young that she had been hurt protecting her siblings, though she had no regrets. She had always been the one to do right by her clan, no matter the cost. She would lay her life down on the line for those she cared about. Her bond with the sully children may have been new, but it was not unfamiliar. She had spent many nights in their marui, laughing with Kiri, keeping Lo’ak out of trouble, playing with Tuk, and finding comfort in Neteyam.

Kirse was the one to pull away, wiping the tears from her eyes and letting out a relieved sigh. “She is safe and awake. That is all that matters.” She smiled softly, looking up at him and feeling all the worry leave her body. “I cannot thank you enough, you have been looking after me and my family since we arrived here.” He placed his hand on her shoulder, softly caressing her skin. She could feel the goosebumps trailing down her back. “You would of done the same for me and my family Neteyam, well maybe not Ao’nung but even I can not blame you for that.” She teased, the color coming back to her face. She heard a scoff come from behind her, quietly giggling to herself knowing the sound came from her brother. “Maybe if you were nicer brother people would tolerate you.” Ao’nung watched the scene unfold in front of him. He could tell that his two sisters were lovesick and blinded by the forest boys. He rolled his eyes at her comment, coming closer and pulling Kirse away from Neteyams grasp. “I need you for something.” he mumbled. “Oh please Ao’nung when have you ever needed my help with anything.”

His face furrowed into a scowl, pulling his sister away from the boy. He walked off, dragging her behind him. “Care to explain what you so desperately needed my help with that you had to drag me off from my friends?” Ok’irse spoke at last, pulling herself from his grip. “Don’t you have Olo’eyktan duties to attend to with father?” He groaned, not wanting to explain himself to his older sister. “Oh I get it now, you’re worried that if I start hanging out with Toruk Maktos children that I will get an edge on you during our ceremony.” She teased, walking around him to see his face. He snarled at her, grabbing her wrist and pulling it close. “Listen to me Ok’irse, the only thing I’m worried about is having demon blood in our family. You of all people should know what the sky people are capable of. I see the way you look at Neteyam and I see the way Tsireya looks at Lo’ak! Have you honestly not thought about what it would cost you if you pursued your fantasies?” His eyes were dark, clearly this was something he had been thinking of a lot. Ok’irse’s face twisted, pulling her wrist away from him. She hissed at him, “It is none of your business who I take interest in Ao’nung. I suggest you leave me alone.”

She walked away from him, her ears pinned to the side of her head. He grumbled in disappointment, as much as he loved his older sister she could be more stubborn than him at times. He watched as she approached Neteyam, walking with him, talking with him, laughing with him. He couldn’t help but feel like this family had swooped in and destroyed his. Things had not once been normal for him since they had arrived. All he wished was to have his family back. Ok’irse grumbled all the way over to Neteyam, her feet hitting the pathway much harder than usual. Neteyam saw how angered she was when she approached him. “Woah, what did Ao’nung need from you?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Nothing, lets just get out of here.” She grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the maruis. “I need a break from all of this.”

A/N: Hiiii I'm so sorry for posting this so late, and that it's so short. I wanted to post it way sooner but I was so busy I didn't have a chance to sit down and do it. I have been writing these past few chapters before I post them because I feel like if I dont the story doesn't make sense. Long awaited chapter 4 is here though and chapter 5 will likely be posted on Tuesday since I am going back to work and school tomorrow. Thanks for all the love and support on this story and I hope you like it!

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Be With Me

Plot: Harry, out of panic, encourages you to go on a date with someone else, much to his own dismay. But before you go, he hopes he can find the courage to tell you not to.

Pairing: Harry Wilson x Gn!Reader

Prompts: "Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it." <changed slightly + "You're an idiot you know that?" "I am entirely aware, yes."

Requested By: @spuffyfan394; thank you for feeding my Harry crush lol

Warnings: Nothing!

Words: 1.4k

Hearing your phone buzz again for the third time, you let out a soft breath. Reaching over, you flipped your phone, reading the series of texts.

'Hey, it was great seeing you again, we should hang out soon!' 'Hey Y/n I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight? I've got a great spot I think you'd enjoy.' 'Let me know! I'd love to see you again.'

You felt the other's eyes on you, but you ignored them as you set your phone back down, before looking up at the screen. You needed to focus on the con, not a date.

"Was that Danny?"

You felt your body freeze for a second as Sophie spoke. Looking over, you saw a small smirk on her face, and from beside her, the others with obvious piqued interest.

"Danny?" Breanna asked with a musing tone.

"An old friend, recently moved back here, we caught up a few days ago." You said simply, hoping to satiate their curiosity.

Sophie hummed "He seems keen to see you again it seems."

Your eyes briefly shot over to Harry, who's face showed he was interested in what was occurring.

Forcing yourself to look back at Sophie, you nodded "Yeah. He, uh, asked me out, but we've got the con-"

"The con should be over and done with this afternoon, you should definitely go!" Sophie said with a slightly raised voice

"Oh, uh."

"Yeah, go get your date on!" Breanna said with an exaggerated movement of her head.

You looked over at Eliot who seemed unconcerned, and then Parker and Hardison, who just stared at you, as if waiting for your response. Your eyes moved to Harry who's face remained almost blank.

He nodded his head softly "Yeah, uh, I agree with Sophie and Breanna, you should go."

You felt your chest tighten a bit as disappointment washed over you. "You...all, think I should go?"

'All'

Harry, Harry thinks you should go. Then again, why wouldn't he. Why would he care who you dated, even if you wanted him to care.

Sophie and Breanna nodded their heads fervently. As Parker and Hardison glanced between each other, something you failed to notice.

Harry stared at you with growing anxiety, as he berated himself in his mind for encouraing you to go.

You let out a soft laugh as Sophie and Breanna stared at you intently. "Okay okay, I'll go. If the con is done by then. Just stop staring at me already."

Sophie smiled brightly "Great, well then. Lets not waste any time."

As Sophie rose from her seat, you moved to go get prepared, following Eliot out of the room. Grabbing your phone, you re-read Danny's messages back before replying, almost reluctantly.

'Yeah I'd love to. I got work to do, but it should be finished in time, I'll let you know.'

Harry watched you walk off, and his heart sank in his chest. Suddenly feeling a hard smack against his shoulder he let out a soft yelp, as Hardison sat beside him.

"What was that for?" Harry asked in confusion.

"What the hell was that dude?

"What was wha- ow!"

Parker smacked him in the other arm as she sat beside him. "What was what? That, was you telling Y/n they should go on that date!"

"Well-" Harry stumbled a bit "Why shouldn't they?"

Parker and Hardison rolled their eyes in unison.

"Dude, it's obvious you got a thing for Y/n. So what you don't go and do, is tell the person you are into, to go on a date with someone else!" Hardison's voice grew in volume and frustration as he spoke.

"Okay, okay!" Harry said, with his voice hushed. "What was I supposed to do? Y/n doesn't know how I feel."

"That's why you have to tell them" Parker started "Before they go on a date, fall madly in love, causing Y/n to leave their life of crime behind, abandoning us all and moving to a quaint countryside and opening up a cafe where they sell coffee to old people!"

Hardison and Harry stared at Parker for a moment before Harry shook his head with a sigh "Well when you put it that way."

Hardison lightly smacked his arm again "Dude, I see how you feel about Y/n. I get it. You think you aren't worthy enough for them, you think they wont see anything in you. But dude, Y/n already does."

"You think so?"

"We know so." Parker said softly. "Y/n looked at you when they weren't sure what to do with Darren."

"Danny"

"Whatever. They were hoping you'd tell them not to go. But you didn't."

Hardison nudged him "And you have too. Otherwise you might lose your chance all together."

Harry looked out the door you had gone through, as he took a deep breath. They were right. It would kill him to see you with someone else. And it would be his fault.

--- --- ---

Seeing Sophie and Eliot leave, lost in conversation, you let out a soft sigh as you looked around. It seemed like everyone had left.

Grabbing your bag, you looked at your phone. You had yet to tell Danny you could meet up with him. The con was done, you were free. All you had to do was tell him you could see him.

'Hey, I'm done with work, still want to get that dinner?'

You looked at your unsent message, your finger hovering over the send button.

Hearing a suddenly bang as someone rushed through the door behind you, you spun around in surprise.

Seeing Harry with a look of urgency on his face, you set your phone down.

Harry felt a sense of relief wash over him "Oh, uh, you're still here!"

"Yeah.." You let out a soft laugh "Is everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, just...thought I-" As Harry's eyes cast over the table, he stepped forward "lost my phone, but there it is" He pointed at it with a smile.

"Oh" You smiled, amused at his distress.

Your heat fluttered a bit in your chest as he looked back over at you with a smile. You noted how it faltered before he spoke again, his eyes trailing you up and down pausing on your bag briefly.

"Uh, you heading out? I mean, going on a date with Danny still?"

You looked down at your phone and smiled, though it did not meet your eyes. "Yeah, I was just getting ready to text him."

Harry nodded, but remained silent, he wracked his brain for something to say, anything, as you stared at him, almost expectantly.

As Harry said nothing, you felt a familiar pang of disappointment in your chest. You smiled at him. "I should go."

Turning to leave, you grabbed your phone. Harry felt a sudden jolt of panic course through him.

"Wait!" He suddenly yelled out, catching both of you by surprise.

You turned back around, eyes wide with surprise "What?"

Harry let out a soft sigh "Don't go on that date."

Your heart leapt in your chest as you turned back totwards him. You swallowed "Why?"

Harry let out a soft laugh as he shook his head. "Come on, you gotta know why."

You could hear your heavy heartbeat in your head as you softly shook your head. "Say it." You were almost pleading.

Harry let out a sigh as he walked closer to you. "Because I don't want to see you with someone else."

"Someone else?" You asked softly

"Someone who's not me." He shrugged lightly "I want you to be with me. And I almost ruined that by saying you should go on that date with Danny. But I don't want you to. So don't. Please."

You refrained from smiling as you took a step closer to him "So you waited 'til the very last second to stop me?"

Harry looked around before nodding awkwardly.

You let out a soft laugh "You're an idiot you know that?"

His smile grew as he nodded "I am entirely aware, yes." He took a small step closer, nearly closing the distance between the two of you. "Was my stupidity entirely in vain?"

You eyed him for a moment before you smiled softly and shook your head "No, Harry, it was not."

His smile turned into a grin as he moved ever so closer, before gently taking your hand in his, and caressing the back of it with his thumb.

Looking from your hand, back to your eyes, he smiled softly, almost shyly "Then would you like to go get dinner with me?"

You nodded with a smile "I'd love too."

xx End xx

Since no one else is writing any Harry x reader fics, I decided I would try my hand at it. Hope you like it!

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vxmorpheus · 2 years

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owo what's this

Simon walked into his office, slamming the door behind him and locking it. God damn it, you idiot! Of course, they wouldn’t take me back! Why would I ever think that? I should go and-, Simon closed his eyes, took a deep breath, grabbed a lab coat from his old wooden wardrobe, and put it on while letting his breath out. Calm, Simon, calm… everything is fine. It’s ok that they don’t want to be with me. It’s their choice. I don’t control what they do and that’s ok. Silence filled the room for some time while Glass tried to calm himself down. He didn’t want to hurt them again, or anybody honestly. He wanted to be calm, collected, and level-headed, but seeing them threw him for a loop. They looked so different… better than they were with him.

He wallowed in his own self-pity for… he doesn’t know how long, but there was a knock on his door that made him jump. He didn’t have anyone scheduled to visit today, he specifically made sure that he had the day off to settle in and relax. The person knocked again, irritating him slightly, maybe if I pretend I’m not here…

And almost as if the person read his mind, they spoke, “Doctor Simon Glass, I know you are in there. I watched you walk in… Slamming the door was a bit excessive, in my opinion-” Simon opened the door aggressively and looked at the… small… woman in front of him? You were a whole foot shorter than he was, which he enjoyed immensely. But he didn’t recognize who you were… he’d be able to recognize someone like you in an instant. You looked rather unimpressed and bored by the show of aggression, “Ah, you open doors aggressively too? How interesting.” You wrote something down, “I’ve read your personnel file, you seemed more welcoming and warm in there than you are here in person. I have yet to read your incident reports, Dr. Glass, but I have heard many things about you…” You slightly looked up with a tilted head and raised eyebrow, “especially warnings of working with you.”

“Who the hell are you?” He sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled quickly, “no, I apologize, that was very rude of me. I can tell that you know me, however… I do not know you. To whom am I speaking?”

“First off, yes, that was rude but I appreciate the apology. Second, stop looking at me like I’m a prize on a shelf,” Glass blinked, his face burning, and he looked away, “third, you can't be that dense, can you? You do not remember me?” You were quiet for a couple of seconds, “well perhaps you were in your ‘not-so-nice’ mode and you simply forget. Though… you didn’t really look at me, you said ‘yes’ and motioned for me to move on. Do you even remember what you said yes to?”

“Ah… er…” Glass avoided looking at you, trying to remember. “Fuck… it was during the mentorship interviews, wasn’t it?”

You laughed, making Glass’ heart flip, “you compliment yourself, Dr. Glass. I don’t think anyone would want mentorship from you once they find out what you have done to earn fearful interactions from other staff. No, you said yes to my question regarding wanting to view you, watch how you interact with people, and what you tend to do.”

“Isn’t that like a mentorship?”

“No, not really… it’s more like… you’re my little experiment,” (to be continued, fanfic in progress)

#ABL Dr. Glass #A Bright Life #SCP #scp foundation #scp fandom #writing #scp fanfiction #dr glass #scp #a bright life #reader #reader insert #dr glass x reader #two way glass

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dumbestthingiveeverheard · 9 months

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Dumbest Thing I've Ever Heard: 8/4/2023

Fifth Place: Asa Hutchinson

As Asa Hutchinson continues his Presidential run, the writing on the wall--which was always against him--has become so clear that the only person who doesn't think he should just drop out is, well, Asa Hutchinson. However, another reminder of his failure of a campaign can be found on The Hill, which today ran the headline "Hutchinson says he’s ‘close to halfway there’ in reaching GOP presidential debate threshold." If he is in a race for the presidency or a race against Spongebob is currently unclear.

Fourth Place: John McWhorter

His New York Times column "One Sentence Does Not Define a Curriculum" goes after the critics of Ron DeSantis's recently approved educational standards in Florida, noting that much of this complaining is about a single sentence.

However, from the tone of coverage of this passage, one might suppose that it was a central plank in the curriculum. Instead, it was but one passage amid hundreds of others, which constitute an almost exhaustive coverage of the gruesomeness of slavery in the United States. Taken together, they are such an informed recitation of our racist past that it is almost surprising DeSantis would approve them.

This is an amazing rebuttal of the people who believe that sentence is the only thing in the entire curriculum, although given I have yet to see anybody make that claim I would call this nothing more than strawmanning. Unless something about the wider context of that statement changes its meaning, bringing up that most of the document is fine (as if we'd accept an A for effort regarding how children are taught about history) is just nonsensical. To put it another way: Although he is right that this one sentence being bad does not make the entire curriculum racist (something which nobody is claiming), that does not make said one sentence any less racist.

McWhorter also makes this note:

It’s important also to note that the principal purported gaslighter was himself Black. The person responsible for the infamous passage, according to fellow group members, was William Allen. He is an academic and also a Republican, but, as challenging as it can be to perceive this in our times, that party affiliation does not automatically render him suspect on matters of race.

Although it is true that Allen's political party does not make his statements on race any less correct by default, the mention of him being black seems to come with the implication that his race adds validity to his statements, which is equally untrue. People of color can have stupid, uninformed, and bigoted opinions on issues related to racial minorities just as everybody can, because idiocy knows no race.

Third Place: Mark Levin

Speaking of idiotic things said about slavery, Levin made a rather moronic comment about the Trump indictment yesterday:

We were reminded last night by an Israeli, Caroline Glick -- born in America -- who said one of the great legal minds in Israel who she spoke to said, you know, in the United States, the Dred Scott decision, which was decided in 1857 - the impact of that decision took a few years to really settle in. It served as the foundation for the Civil War.

And here I was thinking it had to do with the South--who agreed with Dred Scott v. Sanford--attempting to leave the union after the election of an abolitionist President.

This is one political party trying to destroy another. This is one political party trying to monopolize elections, federal law enforcement, and the entire justice system. And if they get away with it, it's over. It's over.

Of course, nobody is trying to destroy the entire Republican Party, what they are attempting to do is imprison Donald Trump because, you know, he broke the law.

Second Place: Mike Huckabee

Mother Jones has an article out on his recent children's book The Kids Guide to the Truth About Climate Change, and although I will not cover every error they documented, I will show you my personal favorite:

The visuals used in the guide are even more blatantly misleading than its text, [Glenn] Branch [deputy director of the National Center for Science Education] noted. One graph, titled “Thousands of Years of Carbon Dioxide Levels,” spans 400,000 years ago until “present day,” and is summarized with the conclusion, “looking back in time, carbon dioxide levels have always gone up and down.” But the data the graph labels as “present day”—peaking at a little over 280 parts per million—actually represents levels from 2,300 years ago, around 391 BC, Branch pointed out. The vast majority of the carbon dioxide driving climate change has been emitted only since the Industrial Revolution, with atmospheric CO2 concentrations currently over 420 parts per million, higher than any data point included on the graph, which has a scale that only goes up to 300 parts per million.

This man seriously confused 391 BC with the present day.

Winner: Marjorie Taylor Greene

Regarding the Trump indictment, Greene said this "feels like communism" which is an economic system that has nothing to do with the ability to charge one's political leaders and usually results in authoritarian states where such a thing is impossible.

Marjorie Taylor Greene, you've said the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

#asa hutchinson #john mcwhorter #mark levin #mike huckabee #marjorie taylor greene

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ficsonlt · 2 years

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Liars and Liars (Chapter One)

Yes that is my lame WIP name for this.

Tags: TW: Manipulation, Coffee Shop AU(?), both of these idiots deserve nice things but also to be slapped, based off of a Danganronpa rp, slow burn, POV switches between third person Kankou to later third person Nik, starts with a romance trope but isn’t exactly a romance fic necessarily…

It isn’t in this chapter, but later chapters may have sexual themes.

Characters Active: Nikolas, Kankou

Characters Inactive but will be around later: Cerrel, Ginko, Chisa, Rick, others eventually

Gold eyes fixed on the pavement. The bitterness of Winter had melted away into the wholesome beginnings of Spring. Kankou found little thrill in life as usual. It has been seven years since that strange dream and ever since then he’s never felt properly like himself.

School… a school with people with extraordinary talents. People of all kinds with all sorts of backgrounds, made to kill each other with the prize being to escape. Seven years since he had met these people who changed his outlook on lying and how to treat others, that changed his outlook on hope and the future…

It ended horribly.

His best friend in the dream, who’s name escaped him (was it Clementine?) dismissed him for the night, and a mutual friend had lured him away and taken his life. It was realistic to him and so, so painful.

He woke up the next day and cried into Ginko’s arms- both out of relief and out of remorse for the friendship that never existed.

He was so small then.

He remembered his actions in the dream though, and followed through; he switched treatments for his leukemia up and consulted with an endocrinologist to kick-start his puberty. It only took two shots of testosterone to get his body to remember to mature, and the rest is history.

Compared to the sniveling small child from his past, Kankou was now grown to 5’6- average, to his surprise- and his voice had dropped from that raspy soprano to a dull baritone. He weaponized his looks on missions now, making people fall for him so he could use their information, just like he’s always done. But after any “overnight study”, he always felt horrible and numb. He would never feel more than pity, and he couldn’t play up that he felt more to anyone other than the target. He would be lying and manipulating, and words from that dream seven years ago would make his heart thud.

Muddy ground squished under his feet until his shoes finally hit pavement. He occasionally still dressed androgynously and could pull it off, but that was really rare nowadays. He traded out his uncomfortable skinniness for a new diet and gym routine since he’d been cancer free, and was now lean enough to stay androgynous, but significantly better at clinging to walls and the like. His hair has gotten longer, keeping a small amount of it in a ponytail that hit his mid-back. A little girl once told him he looked like a prince. He still treasures that compliment.

He was in the city now, on his way to meet up with a target. He saw his profile online and when a client said that was who he was looking for, butterflies erupted in his stomach. I mean, he could find a target attractive, sure, but the anxiety was brand new. Maybe it was because this target seemed to be adept in protecting himself physically? Maybe it was because the request had him not crossdress or stalk the target ahead of time? Regardless, Kankou had pepper spray, a taser, and his work phone in case of emergencies. Ginko and Ran were always ready to pick him up.

That’s right… his sister. She’d surpassed him socially by now and has a husband, and has thought about having a child. Even Kazene has a long-term girlfriend- Shinobu, the one with the horns who he found kind and beautiful- and he was stunned when Clove even spoke about her having a crush on a peer in school. Kankou wondered if it was possible for him with his line of work, and if he could ever move past what he felt years ago.

CL-CLANG

Pain bloomed on his forehead and he clutched it. While distracted, he ran face first into a stop sign. As he cussed and hissed backing up, so did someone opposite the sign.

“Fucking bitch shit man!” A man said, holding his nose.

Kankou looked at the blonde and felt a sudden urge to be outgoing, so the words bubbling in his chest spilled out past his lips, “Wow, this sign is horribly placed, isn’t it?”

“I’ll say, Jesus Christ…” Blood leaked out from his fingers. The bluenette reached into his pocket and grabbed a handkerchief.

“Woah, mister, that looks bad. Here,” Kankou slipped his handkerchief in the blonde’s grip, narrowly avoiding the sign in the process.

“Thanks dude…” The taller man held the rag to his nose and leaned back.

“Ahh, wait. If you do that you’ll swallow the blood and might make yourself sick. You should actually tilt your head slightly forward,” Kankou tilted the man’s head forward gently. The man reacted with understandable muted surprise.

“Here, there’s a shop nearby with a sitting area in it. You really should rest until it stops bleeding,” Kankou gently lured the stranger to the shop, genuine concern lancing through him. It wasn’t irregular for him to care about people like this, so this much should be fine.

Once inside, Kankou helped the strange man sit down.

“Sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself. It would make you feel more comfortable, right mister?” Kankou made small talk as he sat across from the stranger. His target could wait a bit, and he hasn’t gotten notification that his target was spotted waiting in the area yet.

“That would certainly help, yeah…” the blonde had a casual and friendly, yet honest way of speaking. Kankou focused on the person across from him with sudden interest.

“My name is Kankou, what’s your’s?”

“Oh, my name is Nikolas, but you can call me Nik,” Nik smiled warmly, appreciating the trust Kankou put in him to say his name.

Nikolas… that’s my target’s name. Kankou looked at his nails. Maybe it’s a coincidence.

“That’s a pretty name, my surname is Kaname, by the way. You know, like the first name,” Kankou joked lightly, one shoulder shrugging.

“Oh… uh…” Nik picked up on the game, eyes squinting a bit, “Clemence.”

“Oh, like the author?” Kankou leaned in.

“Exactly. Actually, that’s me,” Nik smiled genuinely, removing the now bloodied handkerchief from his face, “Have you read any of my work?”

“Certainly, I find your darker pieces enjoyable for the…” he rotates his hand in the air a bit, “they’re a work of satire in a sense to portray the poor state some children must grow up in, and how society looks the other way, in a lighthearted and almost easy to digest manner.”

Nik blinked a couple of times, and sat the handkerchief on the table.

Kankou blushed faintly, “Sorry. I quite enjoy a good book.”

“No! Nothing wrong, I’m just flattered. I hardly get people approaching me with that kind of enthusiasm about my writing anymore.”

“I’m glad it inspires joy…” Kankou tilted his head that was resting in his palm into the meat of his hand.

“I’m glad you took care of me, but I really need to head out, I’m meeting up with someone. Thank you, Kankou. Hopefully I’ll see you around?” He looked a bit hopeful, earthy toned brown eyes widening a bit in earnesty.

“Yes… I’ll see you around. Mind that sign,” Kankou playfully reminded him, ignoring the violent wrench of his gut. He knew this must be his target. Weird… the target didn’t have blonde hair and freckles… But they definitely look alike.

As soon as he left the cafe he went the opposite direction the way they entered.

“Kankou?”

Kankou immediately wheeled around when he heard Nik, “Yessir?”

“You were going down the street this way, and now you’re going the other way…” Nik smiled wryly. Kankou felt a small chill shoot down his back, but as was typical of him, he looked entirely unaffected. Then he smiled a self deprecating quirk of his lips.

“Yeah…”

Nik immediately continued, his expression resolving to a more friendly one to smooth over the awkward air, “Are you familiar with the area? Do you want a hand finding where you need to go?”

“Oh, uh… I’m meeting someone at Eclipse cafe,” he figured being honest would be the least suspicious call, and if Nik stuck around and wasn’t the target, he’d just take the target to another location where Nik couldn’t possibly tamper with the plans.

“Oh, for real? Me too! My friend set me up with a blind date!” And that confirmed all Nik needed to know. As they walked, Nik eyed Kankou with a bit of internal euphoria that this was definitely the man he thought it was. How pretty he was, for being such a weasel of a human.

Nik knew entirely what he was getting into. He was the one to make the call on himself, after all, and put it under his roommate’s favored pseudonym. The bastard would find delight in Nik’s morally corrupt plan, likely.

Nik knew Kankou, as an informant, was a threat for his manipulation being outed. He was also well aware that it was only a matter of time until some rabid fan called this universal informant to gather intel on Nik, or maybe some corrupt bastard who wanted to twist Nik’s arm until he gave them what they wanted.

It was too much of a risk.

It was far out of his pay grade, but he’s spent his life manipulating people, he could do so to Kankou, surely. It was a matter of making him trust Nik (and really, who wouldn’t trust someone who agrees with almost everything you say?), close enough that he would let him into his house and he could likely take his records from there slowly. For his next step, though, he needed Kankou’s records as well.

It didn’t feel good, but to prevent Kankou from ever discovering Nik’s secret and possibly selling it, he would have to prevent Kankou from being an informant forever. Through whatever means may come easiest, he will have to kill or disable Kankou to prevent him from going forward with his investigations.

He had a plan set- his roommate scheduled a blind date with someone, and he’ll play that he’s surprised it’s a man. He’ll be shy and pleasant and lure what Kankou likes out of him, and adjust perfectly to be his taste. This may take a while, but he was in for the long con.

Next chapter? Click here.

#original works #technically a really big collab #Kankou Kaname #Kankou #Nikolas Clemence #Nik #I won’t tag the others yet #slow burn #spy x spy trope #drpt #oc #oc x oc

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The Life of The Prophet Muhammad(pbuh): The Miracles of The Prophet Muhammad (PBUH)

The Miracles concerning the sick and the wounded being healed

Part.2

The Healing of leg that was broken

Having explained and authenticated it, Imam Baghawi relates:

“At the Battle of Khandaq, ‘Ali b. al-Hakam’s leg was broken by the blow of an unbeliever. The Noble Messenger (PBUH) rubbed it. At the moment he did so, it was healed so that ‘Ali b. al-Hakam did not even dismount from his horse.”

The prayer of Healing for Hazrat Ali

The scholars of Hadith, and foremost Imam Bayhaqi, relate: “‘Ali was very ill. In his distress, he was moaning and praying for himself. The Noble Messenger (pbuh) came and said: ‘O God! Grant him healing,’ and touched ‘Ali with his foot. He told him to stand, and ‘Ali was at once cured. He stated: ‘I never again suffered from that illness.’”

The hand that was healed

This is the well-known story of Shurahbil al-Ju‘fi. He had a morbid growth in the palm of his hand so that he could hold neither his sword nor the reins of his horse. God’s Messenger (pbuh) rubbed the growth with his blessed hand and massaged it; not a trace of it remained.

The children that were healed

We will narrate six examples of miracles concerning the healing of children with the hand of the prophet Muhammad (PBUH):

The First: Ibn Abi Shayba, a meticulous researcher and well-known scholar of Hadith, relates:

A woman brought her child to God’s Messenger (pbuh). The child had an affliction; he could not speak and was an idiot. God’s Messenger rinsed his mouth with water and washed his hands, then gave the water to the woman, telling her to give it to the child to drink. After the child had drunk it, nothing remained of his illness and affliction, and he became so intelligent, he surpassed even the brightest of the rest.

The Second: According to an authentic narration, Ibn ‘Abbas said: “An insane child was brought to the Noble Messenger (pbuh). He placed his blessed hand on the child’s chest and the child suddenly vomited a small black object like a cucumber. The child was healed and went home.”

The Third: Imam Bayhaqi and Nasa’i relate through an authentic chain of transmission that a child called Muhammad b. al-Hatib had been scalded by a pan of boiling water and his whole arm burnt. God’s Noble Messenger (pbuh) touched the arm, spreading his spittle over it; the same instant it was healed.

The Fourth: A child who was not young but was mute came to the Noble Messenger (pbuh). He asked the child: “Who am I?” The child, who had been mute from birth, replied: “You are the Messenger of God,” and started to speak.

The Fifth: Jalal al-Din Suyuti, who was honoured with conversing with God’s Messenger (pbuh) on many occasions while awake and was the leading scholar of his age, explaining and authenticating a narration, reports: Soon after being born, a famous person called Mubarak al-Yamama was taken to the Prophet.

On his turning to the baby, it started to speak, saying: “I testify that you are the Messenger of God.” The Prophet exclaimed: “May God bless you!” The child never spoke again in his infancy, and later became famous as “Mubarak al-Yamama” (the blessed one, Yamama), since he had been the object of this miracle of the Prophet and his prayer.

The Sixth: A shameless woman, who was like a child, asked for a piece of the food God’s Messenger (pbuh) was eating. He gave her some, but she said: “No, I want a piece from your mouth.” So he gave her a piece, and, after eating the morsel, she became the most modest and bashful woman in Madinah.

There are hundred further examples of this miracle similar to the mentioned above, most of which are related in the Hadith books and books of the Prophet’s biography. For sure, since the blessed hand of God’s Messenger (pbuh) was like a pharmacy of Luqman the Wise, and his spittle was like a spring of Khidr’s water of life, and his breath soothing and healing like that of Jesus (pbuh), certainly many people would have recourse to him; and the sick, children, and the insane did flock to him in great numbers, and they were all healed. Abu ‘Abd al-Rahman al-Yamani, known as ‘Tawus’, even, who made the Hajj forty times and for forty years performed the morning prayer with the ablution of the preceding night prayers, and who met with many of the Companions and was one of the greatest scholars of the generation following them, stated and made the certain report that however many lunatics came to God’s Messenger (pbuh), placing his hand on their chests, they were all healed; not one was not cured.

Thus, since a great scholar such as that who had direct connections with the era of the Prophet, made such definite and general statements, for sure, none of the sick who came to God’s Prophet were not healed; they were all healed. Since this was the case, certainly thousands would have had recourse to him.

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warm.

it’s too warm, was your first waking thought as you sluggishly waded through the mound of blankets that encompassed you to get a breath of fresh air (you assumed bokuto and kuroo were the culprits for your warm and fuzzy hellhole). your eyes first fell on the television playing the credits to the second or third pirates of the caribbean movie on mute, the remote haphazardly thrown somewhere to your left as though the person who did so left in a hurry.

speaking of people, there was no one left in the room as you slowly joined the land of the living. a part of you suspected everyone had gone to bed but atsumu or akaashi would’ve woken you up if that had been the case.

belatedly, you recognized voices coming from the front door and your still sleep-addled brain lit up. oh! you thought. food must be here! untangling yourself from the blankets proved to be an exhausting feat because by the time you were done, your body was covered in a sheen of sweat underneath oikawa’s sweats and sakusa’s hoodie.

ugh, gross.

you began to make your way towards the door, the blood rushing through your head preventing you from hearing the details of conversation but knowing atsumu, he was just haggling for a lower price even though you told him repeatedly, that isn’t how pizza places work tsum.

as you drew nearer to the commotion, you started to pick up on the heavy tension in the air, leaving you extremely uncomfortable. you had no idea what the cause of it was but you did know it was making most of the boys upset, who, by the way, hadn’t noticed you creeping around just yet.

a feminine voice rang out from outside the doorway and though you were still attempting to gain your hearing, the sound sent chills down your spine. it sounded saccharine, sweet, familiar, and oh so evil.

even with a head full of cotton, you figured now wouldn’t be the best time to reveal yourself, what with the clear discomfort permeating the atmosphere, but your big fat mouth apparently had other plans.

“‘tsum, just let the poor pizza lady go,” you muttered, the beginnings of a headache making itself known at the back of your skull. you were a little too caught up with the dwarf banging at your head with a sledgehammer to notice the shock that everyone in the room turned to look at you with.

a gentle hand grasped at your forearm, whispering something into your ear before attempting to pull you back to the living room, but that same familiar voice from the door kept you planted where you stood.

“oh, the princess finally makes herself known,” meiko sneered, her face finally coming into focus, striking you with pang of fear straight through your heart. “funny, i thought i left you speechless the last time we... ‘talked’.”

“ya shut yer fuckin mouth,” atsumu lunged at her but was stopped by sakusa’s arm around his waist, successfully holding him in place. meiko just giggled, taking a step into the house, her heels clicking as she glided across the hardwood floors.

in the back of your head, you noted that meiko looked unusually beautiful, her makeup flawlessly done and her outfit complementing it perfectly, almost reminiscent of how she used to be before... well, just “before”.

you watched the boys unconsciously angle themselves as a protective wall around you, the person holding your arm (who you now realized was koushi) pulling you in tighter until your back was resting against his chest.

a part of you couldn’t help but feel a little suffocated but the other, more self preserving, bit felt irrationally safe and protected around these boys. it was nice... or it would’ve been if meiko wasn’t taking herself on a tour around the house as though she hadn’t been living there for almost the past year.

“you all can tone down on the guard dog act. i’m not here to fight,” she said as she pretended to wipe dust off the island. “you’re not?” bokuto’s skeptical voice rose up from behind you, one of his hands finding yours underneath the massive sleeves of your (sakusa’s) hoodie.

meiko shook her head with an empty smile, her perfectly painted red lips stretching unnaturally wide. “no, of course not! i’ve just come here to collect.”

the boys collectively tensed around you, akaashi whispering for kenma to go find yachi and quickly. as he slipped away, you made eye contact with sakusa who gave you an imperceptible nod that you assumed meant one thing — keep her talking.

“collect what?” you asked, your voice coming out weaker than you wanted, but you hoped she didn’t notice. she cocked her head as her eyes snapped to you as if she’d forgotten you were there, but judging by her growing smirk, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“my boys of course!” meiko clapped gleefully, clicking her way over toward kuroo to run her hand over his bicep, laughing when he jolted away from her touch. “they’ve always been mine, you know that don’t you?”

it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dropped over your head. you felt frozen again, the same feeling of dread creeping up your spine as it did when meiko attacked you. in turn, you barely noticed kenma’s return who whispered something to sakusa — an action that didn’t go unnoticed by meiko.

“what’re my boys talking about? are you plotting against me?” she pouted, scooting closer to the pair. kenma visibly paled and moved to hide himself behind sakusa’s broad shoulders. “we aren’t doing anything, meiko.”

wrong answer.

“oh, we both know that isn’t the case kiyoomi. i’m not a fucking idiot.” meiko’s voice filled with venom before moving even closer still. you felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest, your hand gripping bokuto’s even tighter.

what if she brought some kind of weapon to the house? what if she hurt you? what if she hurt them?

before you could think, you were standing in front of the group, the boys calling out your name as meiko’s face lit up. “so the precious little princess wants to take a stand! let me have it then, huh? let me see what all the craze is about!”

despite the fear thudding in your chest, you stood tall, glaring at her with your head held high. “the boys are not yours, meiko,” you declared, her mouth instantly opening in protest but you refused to let her speak.

“they aren’t possessions or objects you can own and treat like shit. they are people, real living, breathing people and they aren’t mine either. they have full reign to do what they want, when they want, to make their own choices and decisions. and you know what? they didn’t choose you or me. they chose themselves and their happiness over any bullshit you or i could try and sell them. so please, for the love of god, get your shit together, put it in a box and take it to fucking therapy.”

by the end of your impromptu speech, your chest was heaving but you felt good. really good. adrenaline was rushing through your veins and you felt powerful. out the corner of your eye, you noticed osamu and daichi standing at the bottom of the stairs with something akin to awe on their faces.

yeah bitches. take it all in.

unfortunately, while you were basking in the feeling of badassery, you completely missed meiko’s eyes lighting up with pure, unadulterated,

rage.

you faintly heard someone call your name before you were taken to the ground by meiko leaping at you like an animal. the two of you scrambled about on the hardwood, her hands yanking at your clothes and leaving scratches on your skin but you were sure as hell giving her a run for her money.

you finally managed to get on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground but that wasn’t before you gained a hard elbow to the side and a bruise to your face. meiko thrashed and shook in your hold but you were not wavering, trying to keep her entirely still for...

well, for what exactly?

almost as though they were on cue, you heard the sound of police sirens wailing in the distance, growing louder as they drew closer to the house. underneath you, meiko’s eyes widened before she began fighting even harder than she’d done before, her erratic movements making it much more difficult to keep your hold on her.

luckily, you had extremely muscular men at your disposal, one of which (osamu — even though he was a dick, he was still incredibly muscular dick) held down meiko’s arms as the lapd stormed the building.

the police officers easily retracted meiko from your arms and cuffed her, taking her to the back of the cop car, despite her loud and insistent threats on you and everyone you love.

very disney villain-esque.

a kind looking officer helped you to your feet and walked you out to the porch where he began to ask you and the boys a few questions. you answered them honestly and you were genuinely proud of how well you were handling the whole situation when—

“bubs, you’re shaking.” sure enough, when you looked down at your hands, you were twitching uncontrollably, the reality of the events that just occurred finally sinking in.

you were just attacked. again.

you and your friends were threatened.

meiko was sitting in the back of a fucking cop car.

“what the fuck,” you whispered, eyes staring unblinking at your palms. the same officer mentioned something about shock, prompting all the boys to gather around you; atsumu pulled you in between him and sakusa, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, kenma and bokuto took hold of your quivering hands, sugawara and oikawa sat off to the side watching you with blatant concern, and kuroo and akaashi spoke to the officer in hushed tones.

the man nodded and shook their hands before shooting you a pitying smile and heading back to the car where meiko was waiting.

“it’s over angel, ‘s over,” atsumu muttered into your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead in between each phrase. you leaned into his touch but you refused to take your eyes off meiko who was watching the whole scene from the backseat, her eyes wide with anger, hurt, and confusion.

you didn’t bother dwelling on it, instead focusing on evening out your breathing and looking at the car drive over the horizon. you heard yachi’s soft voice calling everyone inside, atsumu lifting you up to your feet and walking with you, never once taking his hands off of you.

still, his words echoed in your head, even as yachi spoke of the end of the hyper house, even as the boys brought you to your room, and even as they all automatically cuddled around you in an attempt to get you to sleep.

it’s over. it’s all finally over.

you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried.

℗ poker face

it’s over

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