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alotofpockets · 5 months

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From the sidelines | Leila Ouahabi x Reader & Jill Roord x Platonic!Reader

Where Leila gets injured, and you have to watch from the sidelines.

This one is for you @sleekswosobession happy birthday!

Woso masterlist | Words: 1k

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You found your seat amongst the crowd at Etihad Stadium, it wasn’t long after you sat down that you saw Jill Roord heading your way. “Hey Jill, how are you doing?” Since she had done her ACL she watched her team play from the stands, you hated that she was injured, but you loved the company. “I’m hanging in there, wish I could be on the field, you know?” You nod, though you had no personal experience, you could imagine how hard it was for her to not be able to play. “Anyways, how are you? Still enjoying WAG life?” The term made you laugh, “I’m doing well, and WAG life is great as always.”

The two of you talked until warm-ups started. Leila looked into the crowd, always eager to find you as soon as she could. Once she did she waved at you with the biggest smile on her face, you waved back and didn't let your eyes leave your girlfriend as the team started their warming up. “The only good thing about missing out on playing is watching how disgustingly in love the two of you are.” Jill jokes, earning herself a friendly shove. “Missing Jana I see.” You throw back at her, making the girl sigh, “Yeah I do.”

Forty minutes into the game, and it was dead equal. Possession, shots on goal, and shots on target, both teams were performing at a high level on all parts of the field. You watched as Leila intercepted the ball between two of the opposing players, and started running up the field with it. She passed a few players already, and was looking to give the assist to Jess or Chloe. Before she could even decide to which one of the forwards she was going to pass the ball, she plummeted to ground reaching for her ankle instantly.

You watched in fear as you saw the hard tackle that was made on your girlfriend. Standing with your hand over your mouth as she reached for her ankle, and wasn’t getting up. Jess was signaling for the medics before the referee even made it to Leila. “Please tell me my mind is tricking, and it’s not as bad as it looks.” Jill puts her hand on your shoulder, “I wish I could.” The way Leila’s face contorted each time the medics touched her ankle said enough for the level of pain she was in.

The crowd went silent as a stretcher was brought onto the field, and Leila was given a green whistle to ease the pain. “Come on, follow me.” You followed Jill down the stands, where she managed to get the both of you on the sidelines of the pitch. Jill knew from her injury that she wanted nothing more than for Jana to be by her side, so she wanted Leila to have that opportunity. You watched from the sidelines as your girlfriend was helped onto the stretcher and carried in your direction. “Go, she’ll need you in there.” Jill urged you to follow the stretcher. You stepped in line with them and reached for your girlfriend’s hand, “I’m here baby.”

You sat with Leila as the medical team checked out her ankle. “I think you have broken something in your ankle, but you’re going to need to go to the hospital to get an x-ray to make sure. Go as soon as you can, so we can treat it best.” He was talking to Leila, but she was a bit out of it from the green whistle, so you take in the information and answer him. “I can take her right now.”

Since Leila was a bit loopy from the green whistle, you accepted Jill's offer to go to the hospital with you. The two of them sat in the back, as you drove. “Jill,” Your girlfriend started, “did you know that I have the most beautiful girlfriend?” You blush at the comment. Jill smirks, and pulls out her phone. “What did you say?” She films your girlfriend's loopy confessions. “My girlfriend is the most beautiful girl in the whole world. She's so pretty, and so smart. Jill, she is really amazing. I love her so much.” Jill pans the camera to your blushing state in the mirror, before pocketing her phone again.

At the hospital you're helped quickly because the medical team called ahead. They took Leila to get some x-rays, while you nervously waited in the room for the results. They brought your girlfriend back before they had the results ready, saying that the doctor would be with you shortly. The effects of the green whistle were starting to wear off, and Leila was seemingly in more pain. You reach for her hand, “It's okay, the doctor will prescribe something in a bit.”

The doctor came back with the results of the x-rays. The bad news was that her ankle was definitely broken. The good news, she wasn't going to need surgery. With a boot and a pair of crutches she was sent on her way. The doctor would contact the medical team with a course of treatment. After picking up the prescribed medication, you headed back to the car.

You dropped Jill off at her place and thanked her for all her help, before you made your way to your place. Leila quickly got the hang of the crutches, as you walked her to the front door. Once she was settled on the couch, you made a trip back to the car to grab your bags. “Are you hungry, love?” She might not have played the full match, but she still used up a lot of her energy. “Yeah, but can we order in? I really want some cuddles right now.” You smile at her grabby hands and make your way over to the couch. “That sounds like a great plan.”

With the delivery order placed, Leila cuddles into your side. “Did they win?” Her passion for the team was always present. “Yes, they did. 2-0.” You always had match notifications on for her team, so when you were in the hospital, you had seen the final score.

“Oh, also Jill sent something to the group chat that you might want to check out.” She watched herself simp over you with a smile on her face. “Even drugged up me knows what's important.” She pecks your lips. “I love you baby, thank you for being here for me.”

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normsdaughter · 1 year

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Speak up, Love. - Pt. 1

Miles Quaritch x fem!reader

Summary - Selectively mute!reader is an incredibly important scientist + medic who was killed while tending to soldiers in an active warzone before becoming a recom and getting taken under the wing of renounced colonel, Miles Quaritch.

Warnings - Explicit content, no smut, selectively mute + smart reader, sub reader, mention of blood (he spits blood into her mouth), fighting, alludes to bullying (Lyle to reader, other soldiers to reader), smut in future parts, petnames ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, and ‘good girl’ used

‘"they're simply jealous. Like the assholes earlier. They were jealous of you. I wished to speak to you, whereas I got disgusted by even looking at them."’

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Colonel Quaritch is wrapping up his orientation speech to the rest of the recoms, yourself included. Amongst the tall blue aliens all of you have found yourselves representing as, you are visibly smaller than most, if not the entirety of the crowd. Even in your human form, you would’ve seemed pitiful compared to them.

It would be easy for anyone here to portray you as inferior to them. You’re not a soldier. You don’t hold the rank they do.

You’re unimportant; simply a medic who was somehow trusted enough by your superiors to be present on a hostile planet, yet idiotic enough to have wound up fatally injured.

Very few, maybe even none, of these people are aware that given the incentive, you could end them without a second thought.

"Ah, Corporal Wainfleet. Good to see you again." The colonel says after wrapping up his speech, looking at the man next to you, Lyle Wainfleet. You've never even made eye contact with the guy, yet he dislikes you.

You’ve heard the way he speaks of you when he assumes you can’t. The way he degrades your work, your intelligence, you.

Lyle nods in respect, shaking Colonel Quaritch's hand as he stands and leaves.

"Ah." The colonel says as he steps to the side, leering over you as you look up from your seat. "Hello." He tilts your head up, his fingers pressing under your chin.

Your eyes narrow, but only slightly. Lyle halts in his tracks. He looks back towards your conversation, as do most of the recoms still in earshot. Hums and Haws start to slip from their mouths.

So, they’ve pinned you as an outsider then.

Corporal Lyle leans his weight onto the foot closest to you. He sucks in a breath. “She’s, um.. That is-”

The colonel leans back on the heels of his boots. He’s looking at Lyle through the corner of his eyes, not bothering to dull his harsh expression.

“I know very well who she is, Lyle.” His voice drawls on the other man’s name, his tongue running over his teeth as his inferior hurries to justify the stuttered attempt of an introduction that Col. Quaritch didn’t want nor need.

"She doesn't speak very often, sir.” Lyle offers finally, a smirk dancing across his lips as he finishes the sentence. “In all honesty, we don’t think she can, except for when she is displaying her quote en quote, ‘revolutionary’, scientific work.”

He laughs. “I think she might be too cowardly to face peoples reactions when she opens herself up to conversations that don’t affirm her high opinion of herself.”

The colonel raises his eyebrows at you, a soft expression of concern, his fingertips grazing your jaw as he turns away. "Hm, Lyle?"

"Yes, sir?"

“It would do you well to mind your own business.”

His eyes flick back down, returning his undivided attention to you, while lowering his voice for just your ears to hear. "Oh, I definitely know who you are. Would you be interested in, well I don’t know, proving your competence to your superior?"

As your eyes widen, you realise that it would probably be in your best interest to respond to him. You ought not to be disrespectful to your superior, so you move to nod in response.

If you speak, you will either embarrass yourself and attract even more attention towards you and the colonel, or you will try and your voice will simply not comply, humiliating yourself in front of one of the few superior officers who has not yet been properly acquainted with you, or your work.

Colonel Quaritch’s fingertips hold you in place, depriving you of a silent manner of response. You can hear his voice in your ears, despite it not leaving his lips. ‘If you want to say yes to me, you have to find a better way to do it.’

You open your mouth, your shoulders shaking in tune with your voice as it fails you. "Y- ye, I.. hm."

His fingers leave your face, taking pity upon you, allowing you the privilege to respond to him without losing any more decency than you have already, which if you consider it, may be statistically impossible.

As soon as he allows you the ability to move your eyes away from his, you do. You glue your eyes to the ground, giving a small nod. Noticeable enough to satisfy him as a response, yet not so frantic as to prompt mocking comments about your enthusiasm.

Muffled snickers make their way to your ears from across the room, and your heart falls. You had assumed that the colonel’s squad of recoms had left the room, or removed themselves from earshot at the very least.

Colonel Quaritch turns to face the group of recoms in the opposite corner of the room, his face twisted in irritation. Clearly, he is a man that doesn’t approve of being interrupted. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" He snarls, his hand resting on your shoulder. The group of eavesdropping soldiers quickly scatter, trailing off in the direction of the mess hall. If they are in search of food, they shall be disappointed. Any leftovers were likely cleaned away a while ago.

"C'mon." He commands, tugging on your shoulder. You stand, finding the height difference between him and yourself impressive. He must’ve been one of, if not the tallest in the room. There must be at least a foot between you. You could probably find his file somewhere, get his exact height. The colonel interrupts your train of thought, placing his hand in a fist around your wrist. It’s gentle, allowing him to have leverage without putting you in pain.

He leads you behind him through the RDA base, drawing attention with every step he takes. While you walk, - he walks, while you get dragged - You attempt to make it seem as if the staring is lost on you, distracting yourself by watching his tail slide along the back of his calf, every so often lifting up and swishing across the front of yours.

On your tippy-toes, you reach out and use your free hand to tap on his, very muscular, upper arm and grab his attention. He wouldn't notice you otherwise, you think. Even if you stood in front of him and stopped him from walking, he would simply shove you aside. The colonel seems to be lost in his own world most of the time. Not in the way you are, though. In a cocky way. He holds himself in a way that says 'I don't care what you think of me. I don't care about you, why should I? Do you care about the roach that crawls over your shoe? About the millions of ants you squash throughout your lifetime? You are nothing but a mere insect to me, why should you matter?'.

He stops in his tracks and turns to face you. If the two of you hadn't already attracted enough attention, you're gaining more by the second. "What is it?"

You raise your eyebrows and point ahead of you, careful not to accidentally gesture towards anyone. Where are we going? You want to know.

"Oh darl, I have heard legends about the way you fight, your insane talent in mere hand to hand combat that most men cannot equal with any weapon known to mankind.. You have no idea what I would've done to get you in the ring. Yet, you - for some reason - opted out of being a soldier.”

You nod with a smile dawning on your face, him slowly matching it with his when he senses the pride that he instilled in you. His grip, almost loosened to the point of letting you go completely, tightens again as you walk towards the gym. A path clears in the colonel’s wake, your eyes facing the floor to avoid accidentally catching anyone else's as you pass. The colonel slows as he notices your discomfort, swapping his grip on your wrist for his arm slung across your waist. You lean into him, as if when you get close enough you can melt into him and disappear.

He pulls you down a hallway with next to nobody down it, "Shortcut. Less stares, if that was troubling you." He glances to the side, giving you his eyes. You nod. You dislike the attention that Colonel Quaritch is drawing to you.

His grip on your waist loosens slowly, and eventually he lets you slip out of his grip and trail a few steps behind, likely because of the severe decrease in crowding around you. You glance up from your feet when the soft thudding of his footsteps disappears, to find that he's stopped in front of a heavy-looking door and is fumbling in his pockets.

You run your eyes over him, zoning in on a shiny ring hooked to one of his belt loops. Hanging from the ring are a few keys, and a square card that gives him access to his room. You presume he's looking for one of the keys that are resting against the fabric of his pants, and remove the loop from his body while he rummages through his pockets.

You take a few steps forward, slipping past the colonel, and kneel down to look at the keyhole. Colonel Quaritch steps towards you in wonderment as you slide in the door’s key. You turn the key in its hole, and receive the affirming click.

You pull the key out and step back to let the colonel open the door, but you forgot he was directly behind you. You falter from the impact of stepping into him, stumbling downwards, but his arms snake around your waist on instinct as your back hits his chest. You let out a sigh of embarrassment.

You try to resume your plan of moving back to the side and following Quaritch into the gym, but his arms tighten around me, holding you in place.

"Not yet darl. How did you unlock that?"

"You were looking for the key, and I saw your keys. I took the keys, then I looked at the keyhole and I matched the key with it. I was right about all of that, so now the door is unlocked. If you would let me g- g, g-"

"Wow. That was a bit of a breakthrough for you huh, sweetheart? That's a lot of words in a short time. Good job darlin.”

You move your hands around funnily to accompany words that will not come out, slipping out of Colonel Quaritch’s arms and turning to face him. The Colonel raises his eyebrows patiently, watching you, slightly amused. He gives you his tablet to type on.

You nod softly, your fingers immediately beginning to type.

'I don't really like speaking. I never have. Eventually I just became accustomed to staying silent. Sometimes I just can’t bring myself to get words out. I find it easy to speak about my intelligence though, except when I feel like I am going to be singled out for it. I like explaining the process of my thoughts. People don't like it when they can't understand things, I like it when I can help them understand.'

When you turn the tablet around to show it to him, he takes a second, making sure to read it carefully and correctly. He doesn't want to miss a word.

"I'm glad you can speak about your intelligence darl. I'm sorry that people single you out for it, they're simply jealous. Like the assholes earlier. They were jealous of you. I wished to speak to you, whereas I got disgusted by even looking at them."

The blood rushes to your face as the colonel watches you carefully, taking you in. He taps the tablet lightly, tilting his head. 'Do you have something to say?'

You take the tablet from his hands, staring at the tablet blankly, before shaking it to erase the previous writing.

'Thank you, Colonel Quaritch.' You type.

"Colonel Quaritch is long. Colonel is fine." He mutters, his eyes on the tablet.

You shake the tablet to erase your writing once again, raising your eyebrows and biting your lip as you type.

'Just colonel?’

"Yes."

You slowly hand the colonel his tablet back as he leads you into the gym. He goes through the door first, capturing any possible attention, dragging it away from you. You follow through after him, glad to find that there's nobody inside.

The colonel grabs your wrist again, and pulls you towards the wrestling ring in the corner. He stops halfway, positioning you in front of a punching bag, and supplying you with a pair of boxing gloves. He stands behind you, the sight of his shadow towering over yours nearly bringing you to your knees with the wish of sinking into the ground.

You pull on the boxing gloves and tighten them appropriately, and stand still while the colonel repositions you. He lays a piece of tape a few centimetres in front of your feet, and you bring a foot forward to rest the tip of your boot against it.

You try to buck out of his grasp when he places his hands on your hips, but he simply pulls you backwards and grips you tighter, fingertips already forming bruises. He tilts your hips at an angle, and promptly releases you. "Sorry, darl, but you have got to be tougher than that."

You nod, quickly and apologetically, while he steps out from behind you. He stands, on the edge of getting in the way, far enough to be safe from accidentally getting wiped out by the punching bag, but not out of reach if you happen to do it on purpose.

'Square up' he gestures, and you follow his command, lean your weight into your toes, and throw a punch. A hard punch. It could've been harder, though. Even so, the punching bag is flung into the air. You step aside as it comes back down, catching it as it swings past you. Having slowed it down, you release it, and let it fall back to its original position.

"Good girl," the colonel snarls, positioning himself behind the punching bag. He takes a few steps back, for his own safety.

You shift your weight ever so slightly, and take a second punch. To the colonel's dismay, you hold back, and the bag doesn't swing into his face.

"Don't do that."

"W-?" You tilt your head slightly

"Don’t hold back on me. I'm strong enough to take whatever you throw at me, darling."

You nod, punching again, as hard as you'll go, so the chain that's hoisting the punching bag doesn't break or come unravelled. The force of falling to the floor usually splits the bag open. It's happened before. Quite a few times actually.

Colonel catches the bag, almost half effortlessly. He throws it back. You punch it once more.

He nods slightly while catching it. "Good job." He passes it back, and you throw another perfect punch.

Catch, throw, punch. Positive affirmation. Repeat, repeat.

The colonel catches, throws, makes his way behind you, distracts you. You step aside, and Colonel Quaritch gets hit square in the chest with a punching bag. He stumbles back and falls to the floor. After giving a small, quiet chuckle, you walk over and kneel next to him.

"Sorry darl, that was my fault.." He winces. You tilt your head softly, giving him a patronising thumbs up. He rolls his eyes, and smacks your hand down. You cradle your wrist to your chest in overly exaggerated pain. "You can punch harder than that. We both know it."

You shake your head, calling his bluff.

"Oh darling. Stop lying to me. I was there. I know what you can do."

You scrunch up your nose, tilting your head to the side in confusion .

"I saw you knock down those punching bags. Every. Single. One. Every time."

Blood rushes to your face again, your cheeks flushing a deep purple.

"Yeah, there you go. You know what I'm talking about. You know you're proud of yourself. You should be sweetheart."

I nod quickly, waiting for him to get to the point.

"You know what I want you to do, darling. You need to punch it as hard as you can, you want to and you know it. You want to break it. Can you do that for me darl?"

You smile through pursed lips, an attempt of hiding your pride in your own strength. You bring yourself to your feet, positioning yourself in front of the punching bag. When you look towards the colonel for his approval, you find his gaze already glued on you. He nods affirmation, and you take a deep breath while getting into position. Shifting your hips, you squeeze your eyes shut. Once you open them, you let out a deep sigh, and throw your fist against the firm exterior of the punching bag.

You step aside, breathing in and out with relief as the bag circles the rafter it's dangling from. The chain, rusted, ancient, and distressed, gets halfway unravelled before snapping off. The bag slaps the floor beside the colonel with a loud thump, and fortunately without splitting.

The colonel rises to his feet, and once you pull off the boxing gloves, he shakes your hand. You gesture towards the ring and he nods once, sharply. Your hair brushes the insides of his thighs as you bend down to retrieve your gloves, and he takes a sharp intake of breath before getting a pair of his own. You slip under the bottom rope, and he climbs over the opposing top one.

You meet in the middle of the ring, and the colonel's voice softly counts down.

"Three, two, one-"

You throw a punch to his chest, and he's forced to take a couple steps back and regain his breath. He doesn't get the chance though, as you throw yourself against the ropes to propel a kick into his stomach.

He coughs softly, spitting a little bit. He places his gloved hands on your waist, and throws you onto the ground. He places one of his feet on your spine to flatten your back, and sends a kick bouncing off your skull. Your gloves reach above your head, grabbing onto his ankle. You tug it, and the loss of balance removes his foot from your back and brings him down to your level.

Jumping to your feet, you force a foot under the colonel's stomach, and flip him onto his back. You bring a knee to his stomach, leaning all your weight onto him. Colonel Quaritch squirms. sputtering, trying to shove you off of him. He eventually topples you, your head slamming against the floor. His feet outstretch, trying to push you out of the ring and onto the ground as he squirms. Once he realises his efforts are going to waste, it's already too late, and you’re straddling his stomach. While you send a punch to his nose, his hands come to your waist, ready to throw you off. You slam one of your hands to one of his wrists, but it's too little too late. The hand you assaulted goes to the ground, but his other one pulls you down with it. He climbs on top of you, making you whimper slightly.

He's crushing you with his weight. You tilt your head back onto the floor and scrunch up your face before you look back up to face him. You take in his features for a mere few seconds before his gloved knuckles slam into your right cheek, the left side of your face landing against the ground so hard that you’re sure there's a black eye forming. A drop of the colonel's blood falls onto your bruised cheek, and you look up to see the blood from his nose dripping into his mouth, and dripping off his face.

"Need a break darling? Too much?" The colonel chuckles, looking down at you condescendingly.

A smile dawns across your face, before you punch him in the eye hard enough to send it spinning for a full 360 in the socket. His smile matches yours, and so does his attitude. The colonel punches you in the chest, making you gasp for air. He takes the chance and spits his blood into your mouth. You gag, choking on his blood, and turn to the side to spit it out. Well, you try to, but his fingers stop you from moving. Before you get the chance to resolve it by just turning to the other side, his hand slips from the side of your cheek to under your chin, holding you in place.

"What a fucking bitch." He grunts with a chuckle, and you shake your head as violently as you can with your face in his grip. "No, darling. You are. Yeah, you are."

You glare up at him, your eyes holding his.

"I knew you were strong, but god, sweetheart. You are fucking magnificent. Swallow." He growls, the familiar snarl you’ve heard him use many times before seeping into his voice, and a drop of blood falls from his philtrum onto your bruised cheekbone.

You gather up saliva to return his blood and spit, but his hand slides over your mouth and forces your head down on the ground as more of his blood drips onto your face.

"Nah, darling. Don't do that." He lets your head come up slightly, just to bring it back down to the ground, somewhat gently.

Your gaze softens as his hardens, and you reluctantly swallow, the metallic taste of blood sticking around as it usually does.

"Hm." He chuckles. "Good girl. Good girl."

You squint your eyes at him in anger, quickly flipping him on his back. Kneeling one knee next to him, you bring the other to his crotch, and strike as hard as you can. Once. Twice. Thrice. Four times. Fi-

He grabs you by your collar and hoists you up to face level, making eye contact with you. He doesn't want you to miss a word he says.

"You cannot win, darl. You're strong. You might be stronger than me. But I am smarter, and I am bigger, and I am faster. I am purely better than you darling, and there is nothing you will ever be able to do about it."

You like the colonel in the ring. He thinks the way you do. He's cockier, yes, but that's because he thinks he can win. And he will. He's like you, you think you can win anything that you want to. You don't think you want to win this.

You don't like most people, but you like Colonel Quaritch. You like the colonel from the hallway, the person who gave you a voice and listened to every word it said. You like the colonel from the punching bag, the guy who fed your ego, was interested in your strength, was cocky enough to stand behind your punching bag. The guy who was strong enough to take it. You like the colonel in the ring, the dickhead who got blood all over you, who thinks he could win if you didn't want him to, who says what comes to mind without hesitating about if it's going to hurt you. It doesn't, by the way. He might be able to hurt you, but his words can't.

He wasn't incorrect, per se. He is smarter than you, but only tactically speaking, your job isn’t to win the war, it’s to make sure he can. He is bigger than you, his height is much, much larger than yours. The span of his shoulders is too. As is the size of his muscles. You don't think he's faster than you, but you’ll get the chance to find out. You memorised his room number. You could challenge him to a race, presuming he has any free time. But he is not using any of his superior properties, he is trying to outdo you in sheer strength alone. He could crush you if he wanted to, squash you like a bug in under a minute without so much as a second thought. But he doesn't know how to. You must show him.

You blink, slowly, encouraging him to make a move against you, give himself an advantage. The colonel looks you over a couple times, analysing your weak spots, questioning how to defeat you. Finding stability by wrapping your hands around the ropes bordering the ring, you hoist yourself up to sit atop them. You bring your hands to your chest, and throw a few weak, less-than-half hearted punches into his.

"Wh.. what are we doing here. Are you bored with this? Are you toying with me? You can punch harder than that. A lot harder than that." The colonel snarls, his frown deepening with each word.

You shrug, your legs growing restless, swinging back and forth, landing soft kicks above his knees every so often. He takes a deep breath, getting increasingly irritated, before pulling off his boxing gloves and lifting you from the ropes to the ground.

"What do you want." He sighs defeatedly, dragging his tablet out of his pocket and handing it to you.

You start to type.

'You can defeat me. I am inferior to you, but for some reason you are trying to outdo me in the area I excel in. I am as strong as you, but you are more tactical. And you are taller, bigger. If you wanted to squash me, you could. If you commanded me to lose, I would. If you had thought for two seconds before pulling out the hotheaded soldier who spewed his hormonal blood-saliva cross contamination into my mouth, I may respect you a bit more. Colonel.'

Once he takes the tablet from your outstretched hand, his eyebrows practically shoot off his face as he reads. Shaking away the writing, he slides the tablet into his pocket before giving you his full, undivided attention, which is accompanied by piercing eye contact.

"Big move, calling me hotheaded, the very second after explaining exactly how easy I would find it to 'squash you' like a bug. Oh and sweetheart," He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning slightly closer to you, as if trying to hear something you were going to say.

"Judging by the way you get all flustered and purple when I lean over you, the way I am now, I figure you shouldn’t be so high and mighty over my 'hormonal cross contamination' being inside of you so much." As he pulls back, one of his hands reaches out to cup your cheek as he tilts his head and examines you. He removes his hand from your face and stands back, semi-weary while awaiting your response.

You extend your hands, asking for help with removing your boxing gloves. You move slowly, to not threaten him or provoke him to lash out violently. He raises his eyebrows, and his fingers go to the velcro on the gloves. You nod, pushing your hands out more "can y- pl-"

"Yes darl. I've got you."

He removes the gloves from your hands, velcroing them together. He repeats the process with his own gloves after picking them up from the floor, then he slips under the ropes and places both pairs back on the stand.

You trail a few steps behind him, like a lost puppy. You figure that now that you’re done with him in the ring, You should feel free to go. You should probably return to your quarters, and stretch and nap or something, on your own. It would be comforting to be alone after having so much attention drawn to you. To go relax in your room, with nobody able to bother you.

But, for some reason, you'd much rather stay here, with the colonel. You find some sense of.. calmness, and pleasure, in following his footsteps, like a ghost indebted to him.

He halts in his tracks, turning around to face you. You tilt your head to the side, questioning his sudden stop.

"Give me back my keys."

Oh. You fish into the pockets of your cargo pants, and retrieve the hoop that has his room card and keys dangling from it, holding it out by gripping his keycard. The colonel snatches it from your hand.

"Why are you still here? What do you need darlin?" He murmurs, hooking the keys back onto his belt loop.

You shake your head, you don't need anything. He nods in understanding.

"You're dismissed." He commands.

You give a small bob of your head in acknowledgment, and return to your quarters.

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#atwow #avatar #avatar smut #atwow smut #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #colonel miles quaritch #avatar the way of the water #recom miles quaritch x reader #recom squad #recom miles quaritch #recombinant miles quaritch #recombinant miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch

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heeseungismymanz · 8 days

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𝑀𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎

Synopsis: You and heeseung have been dating for about 3 months now. You both were the most popular people on the entire campus. It was all fine until you two got in a fight because of his ex. But now you have to go your own 𝒲𝒶𝓎.

Mentioning: All of enhypen (heeseungs friendgroup), yunjin lsfm (y/n bestie), yunah illit (heeseungs sister and your bestie), karina aespa (y/n bestie), keeho p1h (y/n ex), yeji itzy ( heeseungs ex ),more..

°•More under cut•°

Pairing: Popular bf!Heeseung x Popular gf!Fem Reader

Taglist: @mitmit01 @mimisxs

Trops:

BOLD = CANT BE TAGGED

Warnings: Cursing,Fighting,love language is pt so will hug,cuddle alot,nothing much,idrk!

SFW MINORS ALLOWED!!

Whats wrong with me? Im the schools most popular girl. Known for being pretty, smart, funny, outgoing, always going to parties, for sports (volleyball), having the perfect boyfriend, and being perfect overall. But now you are known for a fight with Heeseung's ex. Hwang Yeji. The SECOND most perfect girl in town. But now shes the first all because of a fight? Heres how it started.

You went to jakes party even tho you werent gonna and werent allowed to. Heeseung was there. You were there. And Yeji was there. The trio that was known for DRAMA in the past year. And oh dear, it was because of Yeji. Last year you got in a fight with her and it was not that bad but oh boy did you not know she was coming for you again. Yeji walks up to you and Heeseung and touches his arm rubbing his biceps. "Hee i missed you!" She says in the most annoying tone you swear you have ever heard in your 20 years of life. "Oh, uhm can you like not touch me?" Heeseung says clearly uncomfortable. "But baby our love language is Physical Touch." She says still touching his biceps. "Yeah sure. But who is we? And not with you it's not." Heeseung replies back trying to get her off him. At that point you were pissed off and almost wanted to punch her. But perfect you not wanting to ruin your reputation you didn't and because you were simply too nice. Annoyed enough you left to see if your friends were there. (even tho they said they wouldn't be there they were?)

When you went to your friends you guys were having THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE. I mean like, getting drunk without a worry, dancing around, and just talking having fun in general. Soon you hear "YEJI WHAT THE FUCK!" From Heeseung's side of the room. It was Yeji. Again. But this time she was with Heeseung, touching his abs and chest. You look down to see his shirt was ripped off with nail marks on it. You looked at Yeji's nails. Long, almond shaped nails. Before beating the shit out of Yeji you were told to wait for Yunjin to pull out her camera... You in fact DID NOT wait. You punch her in the stomach repeatedly. Yelling "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Until Yeji kicks your legs first to make you weak not being able to walk. Leaving you injured with Heeseung left shock she left the party.

You check online and there were MULTIPLE videos about the fight. But they werent praising you this time. It was all "Yeji is so strong to a girl who arm curls 80 pounds." "Haha! Im so mad i missed the fight." "Losing to the SECOND most popular? Nah she IS the most popular." Your friends try to cheer you up by taking you to a dog cafe.

"Whats wrong with me!" you ask while rubbing your legs from pain. "Ynnie, its not your fault." Wonyoung replies. "Yeah, really yn. Yeji is a fucking pain in the ass. She deserved that fucking kick in the ass." Karina adds on. "Wait like YEJI YEJI. Like Hwang Yeji? My brothers ex?" Yunah also adds. "I dont wanna talk about it." You say while eating.

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AN: Ahhh! Im back. (You did NOT miss me lol) A filler but somehow a lil bit long. Yet again my school is falling apart :/ (whats new tho?) And ive been playing in my schools volleyball league so i have NO free time whatsoever. But I hope your enjoying my "lil" ff series!

#enhypen #lee heeseung #heeseung #enhypen x reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung ff #heeseung imagines #heesung enhypen #lee heesung x reader #lee heeseung x reader #heeseungismymanz #𝑀𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎

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nocturnalcharm · 2 months

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Famous (Shadowheart x Fem!Tav)

𐙚 prompt: shadowheart and tav travel together after the nautiloid crash. after finally finding some other companions, shadowheart finds out tav is a famous bard. 𐙚 cw: fast paced relationship lol, nautiloid trauma, events changed a bit (wyll knows karlach isn’t evil), brief fights 𐙚 a/n: ty for the req <3 hope i did it justice! i’m so awk w ending fics so ahhhdhdhfhdh ok bye

18+ blog!! you are responsible for your own media consumption. if any of the above makes you uncomfortable, do not proceed.

You felt the warm sun and sand on your body, but this wasn't a tropical vacation. This was a nightmare. As you came to, you remember all of the details, the nautiloid, the tadpole… the crash. You opened your eyes slowly, and rose to your feet.

Patting yourself down, you didn’t see or feel any injuries. You inspected your hands, making sure nothing was broken or bruised. It felt silly, almost. You could’ve been severely injured, or dead even, but you wanted to make sure your hands were fine, to make sure you could still play your lute.

You had somehow landed safely on the beach. Looking around, you see another girl. A beautiful girl. You don’t recognize her from the ship, but could only assume that’s why she was laying in the sand, unmoving.

You ran over towards her and shook her slightly to wake her. “Please, wake up.”

After a few moments, she jolted awake, just as confused as you.

“How- How are we alive?” She says, hesitantly, as if she’s nervous that her voice won’t make it out of her throat.

“Not sure. Not sure I care, though.” You laugh, lightly.

She huffs with a smile, before turning to you, “Are you okay? Are you injured?”

“No. Perfectly fine. Are you? Do you feel any pain?” You worry.

“I’m.. fine. I think. As fine as I can be, with this wretched thing in my head.” She pushes herself off the ground, “Alright, let’s go.” She's dusting the sand off her clothes.

“You want to stay together? Um—”

“Shadowheart. And of course. It’s a smart idea, after everything that’s happened, don’t you think…”

“Tav.”

She smirks. “We could both use the company while we try to find a way to get these things out of our heads.”

You hid your blush, hoping she would assume it was just a stress-induced rash. “Yeah. Good idea.”

Both of you scrounge around to find supplies, unsure if there were any settlements nearby. By the time you had gathered enough food and found some weapons, it was dark. You still had yet to run into anyone else, only the dead bodies strewn about.

“Do you want to sleep now or keep trekking on?” You asked. It was obvious that she was the leader in this situation, but you didn’t mind. She had more of a rational head on her shoulders.

You two hadn’t really ventured far from the crash, just followed the coastline a bit. Possibly because you were expecting people to come investigate the ship, rescue you.

“Let’s lay down. We’ll find a camp tomorrow, hopefully. But we should rest.”

You agree, laying out the two bedrolls you found earlier. The gentle waves crashing on the sand made you feel a little more at peace.

“So, tell me your story.” Shadowheart inquires, with a smile.

“What do you want to know?” You secretly hoped she didn’t know who you were. You were a pretty famous bard, and lots of times it meant people were insincere towards you, or fantasized about you, leaving you with empty relationships.

“What do you do? Who is ‘Tav’?” She smirked again. You could tell she really didn’t know you, and that made your heart flutter with the possibility of a genuine connection, not disguised by the glamor of fame.

“Hm. Well, I’m from Baldur’s Gate. I live with my Godfather.” She didn’t need to know your Godfather was Duke Ravengard. “I’m a bard… Not sure what else there is to know.” You laughed, awkwardly. “Tell me about you.”

She goes into brief detail about her life, just about as much detail as you did. You can’t help but smile while she talks. She was so breathtaking, so interesting.

You didn’t even realize how close you two were, and now you couldn’t stop thinking about it. It made your breath stop in your throat. Despite your status in Baldur’s Gate, you had never had a relationship with someone before. You were so cautious around anyone you liked, worried the link between you was artificial.

Before you could say anything else, she was leaning in. She grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in softly. Your lips touch hesitantly, only for a moment, before she pulled away.

“I’m sorry!” She stands up from her spot and starts to walk away, pacing around. “I don’t know why I did that!”

“Shadowheart!” You shout, to get her attention, and stop her from rambling further. “It’s fine. I.. liked it.” You started drawing in the sand, embarrassed of your admittance.

“You did?”

“Did you?” You ask, ignoring her question.

“Yes. I just didn’t know if it was too soon. We’ve just met.” She sits back down next to you.

“Yeah, and in the next five minutes we could turn into mind flayers. I don’t know if I care about the appropriate length of time to wait before kissing someone.” You joke, earning a laugh from her.

“I suppose you're right.”

“We should probably sleep, though. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.” You worried for a moment about your future, before pushing it out of your mind completely.

You lay on your bedroll, watching Shadowheart. She pushes her bedroll right up to yours. You roll over to face her, and you two end up staring at each other, studying the details of the others face.

“You’re so pretty.” She whispers.

***

You wake up, but don’t open your eyes. You’re listening to the sound of the water, and the wind breeze through the tall, rustling mergrass. Once you do open your eyes, you see Shadowheart, already awake. She was sitting up, looking at you, with a soft smile upon her lips.

“Good morning.”

Her simple words cause you to blush. “G’Morning.” You mumbled, sitting up, “What’s the plan for today?”

“Find a camp, find other survivors, find a healer.” She helps you up, then wraps up your bedroll for you.

You just nod, still tired. You pack up the few things you found the day before, but as you start to head out, you hear something behind you, coming from the area of the crash. You look over at Shadowheart, panic in your eyes, not wanting another fight.

“Behind me.” She commands.

You do as she says, grabbing the long sword you had found on someone’s body yesterday. As you do, a few goblins come around the corner, ready to attack.

Shadowheart hurls a fire bolt at the old barrel next to them, instantly wiping out three. With only one left, you ran over, and in an instant, raised your sword high and slammed it back down, piercing the goblin through his chest

“Are you okay?” Shadowheart ran over to you.

“Fine. Let’s just get going before there’s more.”

She nods, taking a deep breath and continuing her walk. You lock your arm with hers, keeping close by her side.

“So, you said you're a bard?” She asks, attempting to lighten the mood, “Do you play the lute?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Are you good?” She inquires, seriously.

“I’d like to think so.” You laugh. If only she knew…

“Maybe, you can play for me sometime.” She flirts.

“I’d like that.” You blush.

You both venture farther than you did the previous day. Eventually, you see a path to follow. Assuming it took you somewhere good, you decide to follow it. You and Shadowheart took turns, telling stories from before the nautiloid, about your lives; indulging each other. It was so obvious both of you were smitten from the moment you laid eyes on each other.

Continuing down the path, over a river, and through some shrubbery, you eventually see a man. He was tall, with braided hair…

“Wyll!” You shout, absentmindedly dropping Shadowheart’s hand and running to him.

“Tav?”

You hug him tightly, “M’fine! Oh my Gods! I can’t believe it!” You pull away to look over at Shadowheart, clearly confused.

“Shadowheart, this is Wyll. Our families have known each other for years! We can trust him.”

Her protective demeanor fizzles away as she sees he’s not a threat… To your lives or the possible budding romance.

She nods as a greeting, and he waves.

“I found Shadowheart after the crash. We stayed together last night. Wait, you do know about the crash, right?” You ask him.

“I did. Are you okay? Were you on the ship?” He asks you both.

He didn’t seem to know about the tadpoles. And since you weren’t sprouting tentacles from your chin, you decided to just leave it for now. “Yes. But soon, we’ll need a healer.”

“Alright. I’m actually heading out now, but there’s a camp right over there, past the wall. The guards should let you in—”

“Where are you going?”

“I have to find someone— a friend. You’re welcome to join.”

You turn to Shadowheart. She hesitates before saying, “We’ll come.”

You knew Wyll wouldn’t say anything about your musical activities. He knew you liked to just be ‘normal’ sometimes, so he wouldn’t bother to bring it up.

“So, who are we searching for?” Shadowheart asks.

“Tiefling named Karlach. She’s tall, got one horn.”

“And why are we searching for her?” She retorts.

“That’s a long story.” He voices, clearly not wanting to go into details.

You grabbed Shadowheart’s hand again, following Wyll.

***

“Fork in the road.” Wyll announces, “You two go North. I’ll take the long way ‘round and meet you up there.”

“Ay Ay, Captain.” You salute him, jokingly, and follow the dirt path up North.

You trudge up the hill, looking around for a one-horned tiefling. Shadowheart was the one leading the way, so you just followed. She held your hand steadily as you crossed over a river, ensuring you didn’t fall, but she stopped right in her tracks.

“Tav, look.” She nodded over to a secluded little spot, with a red tiefling in the middle of it. She continues to approach her; The tiefling not even noticing. “Karlach?” She calls out, cautiously.

She looks up quickly, “Hello?”

“Hi. We’re with Wyll. He’s trying to find you.”

“Oh, thank Gods! I tried searching for his camp but couldn’t find it!” She grabs her bag that was previously on the ground. “Let’s get to it, then. I’m Karlach— but you already knew that.”

“My name is Shadowheart, and this is Tav—”

She is cut off by Karlach’s squeak.

“Oh my Gods! It’s Tav! The Tav! It’s really you!” She is so giddy, practicing up and down.

“Oh. Heh..” You blush heavily, glancing over at Shadowheart to see her reaction. “Yes. That’s me! It’s nice to meet you, Karlach.” You give her a big grin, not wanting to come across as rude or unappreciative of her clear admiration for you.

“I can’t believe it!” She gushes.

At this point, you hear someone approach you from behind, peaking over, you see Wyll.

“Wyll! You didn’t tell me you know the Tav!”

“I guess it just never came up.” He looks at you with apologetic eyes, and you smile a forgiving smile. “Let’s get headed back to the camp.. before the goblins hear you screeching.” He jokes with Karlach, and they start the journey before you and Shadowheart.

Once you’re alone with her, she immediately asks, “What was all that about?” She didn't seem angry, just confused.

“Well. I told you I’m a bard.. I just left out the ‘famous’ part..”

“Famous? You’re a famous bard?”

“Yeah, sort of…”

“Oh my Gods…” She was silent for a bit. “You let me blabber on about wanting you to play for me! And asking if you’re any good! I can’t believe you let me make a fool of myself!” She playfully slaps your arm.

“I’m sorry. I hope you aren’t upset with me.. Most people try to take advantage of me the second they find out. I just didn’t want that to happen again. I really like you.”

“I really like you, too.” She reiterated. “A lot. I would never do anything to hurt you, or make you uncomfortable. I know we’ve really only just met, but I mean it.”

The grin plastered on your face couldn’t get any bigger. “That means a lot.”

“Now, c’mon. Let’s follow them to the camp.”

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #saige speaks #bg3 shadowheart #shadowheart #shadowheart one shot #shadowheart fic #shadowheart x tav #shadowheart x reader #shadowheart fanfic

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racefortheironthrone · 10 months

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I just came across this bit of reddit dribble and was curious what your opinions were:

“Tywin doesn't think he's smarter than he is. I'm not just saying this because he is actually pretty smart, but because he doesn't overestimate his intelligence or it's ability to get him and his family out of trouble. So much of what he does in the series is defensive actions based on the assumption that his enemies know what they are doing and are smart enough to be threats.

You have to remember, he doesn't actually start anything. He sent the Mountain to raid in the Riverlands because Cat kidnapped Tyrion unprovoked. That actually gave him Casus Belli against the the Tully's at minimum, and the Starks once Jamie confronted Ned about it and Ned backed up Cat, and the Arryns once Lysa imprisoned Tyrion. Tywin tried to avoid open war by raiding instead, as a means to pressure Hoster Tully to influence his girls to let Tyrion go. It was an action that could be easily walked back if Tyrion was released, allowing everyone to move on. Everyone involved should have recognized that Tywin was within his rights to outright invade the Riverlands in response to the kidnapping, and his merely raiding was restraint meant to leave room for de-escalation. The problem was that Lysa was insane, Cat and Ned were morons being manipulated by Little finger, and Hoster was incapable due to illness. Tywin overestimated the intelligence of his opponents in this instance, by a lot. He also never underestimates the Tyrells, unlike everyone else, because he understands how cunning Olena is and how she runs the House. While everyone else assumes the Tyrells are jokes, Tywin understands that he has to keep them happy. He likely figured out that Olena was the mastermind behind Joffrey's death and chooses to scapegoat Tyrion to maintain the alliance.”

How does the line go, "every word you just said is wrong"?

Cat did not just kidnap Tyrion, she exercised her rights as a noblewoman to have him arrested - that's why Tyrion is put on trial at the Eyrie. The proper response to that is to use his family's position at court to win a trivially easy legal case and completely maneuver his political rivals out of royal office by exposing them as paranoid and lawless, not to send the word's most identifiable deniable asset to attack the Riverlands, making his enemies the injured party. Far from avoiding open war, Tywin got maneuvered by Hoster and Ned into violating the King's Peace and committing open treason by attacking the King's banner. If Robert hadn't conveniently dropped dead exactly when he does, Tywin would have been denounced and attainted as a rebel.

Likewise, Tywin was losing the war in the Riverlands when the opportunity for the Red Wedding dropped into his lap, and almost lost the Crownlands too if it hadn't been for Littlefinger's "just in time" arrival bailing him out.

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lappel-du-vide83 · 6 months

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Also getting back to the manhwas train I finally read debut or die which was?? Not at all like I was expecting?? But anyways, here are just my reactions (often kinda random) but I hope you read through and can figure out what's going on while finding it funny!

Also don't ask me which chapter it starts at because brother in arms I don't know either

EUGENE IS SO FUNNY

[VTIC Cheongryeo sunbae-nim: Call me if you feel like dying ^^]

- LMFAOOOO what

didn’t know where this dogsh*t idea came from. Does his pituitary produce saliva instead of hormones? It was fortunate that he was the type to be impressed by trivial interpersonal relationships.

- woah what went straight for the jugular

I never thought that the situation where I cried for the first time in nearly 7 years would be live in front of a camera with 13,000 people.

- AND AIN'T AFRAID TO CRY

- OR TREAT HIS MAMA RIGHT

“You didn’t have a trashy attitude back then, Moondae. You just worked hard even though you were sick. Chungwoo hyung was worried too.”

- Oml

[We have to lose!]

- Bless cha Eugene's heart

-- HE'S SAYING IT IN ENG

Hey, that’s scary. I’m scared.’

- Behold the intelligence of mcs

The company’s internal network structure is derived from T1.’

- HOLY SHIT THIS GUY'S DEDUCTING SKILLS IS CRAZY

- Have you considered a career in

- Forensic?

He also gave very American advice.

- LMFAO

I cheered as I reviewed the ten-day seclusion plan.

- FR

- secluded for 10 days sounds like the DREAM

‘I am so f*cking uncomfortable with it, you bastard.’

- Leave the poor man alone 😭

-- Is this..?

-- THE KIDNAPPING???

(- WHAT

Why don’t you try to commit suicide?”

- CRAZY BASTARD

-- He is now the kidnapper

--- Kidnappee turn kidnapper

Because I beat the sh*t out of him.”

- Amen

It’s okay. I won.”

- HELL YEAH YOU DID

The fact that I was injured enough to go to the hospital was funnier.

- WHAT STOP

- HE COLLAPSED

- WTF

- PLS REST

HE'S ACTUALLY SO MANIPULATIVE

-- USING THE SKILL

-- SUBTLY CHANGING THEIR THOUGHTS IT'S CRAZY

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DO YOU REALLY WANNA WORK THAT HARD

Arent you drinking too much

- ONG was not expecting this to actually be a problem

You look tired these days!”

- OMG HE _IS_ AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR

Oh no he got a SURPRISE BDAY PARTY

-- Woah so his actual one is 8 dec??

-- That's awfully close

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WATCHING RED PANDAS IN THE CORNER OF HIS ROOM

--- SAUR CUTE

----

HIS GRANDMA IS AN OPP

---- I'M SORRY IT'S REALLY MEAN BUT GET IT TOGETHER GIRL

---- OMG CHA YUJIN INSISTING THAT HE STAY

---- URGHHH MY HEART

Self criticism should be done during spare time not when it's a nuisance

- I respect this man so much

like a brainless idiot

- STOP

- YOU ARE SMART

- AND AMAZING

- YOU JUST GIVE 200% AT THE WRONG TIMES

AW OMG HE CARES SO MUCH

-- BLESS RAEBIN

-- EVERYONE ACTUALLY

-- THEY ARE THERE FOR EACH OTHER SO MUCH

- - -

Woah wait so they're aiming for a Moondae is the the same person as bae sejin feel??

--- I am INVESTED in the mv lore

It doesn't matter if it was worse this time

- NO

- IT'S ALREADY SO BAD

- THE RECOIL SHOULD NOT GET WORSE

- THAT'S RIGHT SLEEP MORE

- JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE BACCHUAS DOESN MEAN YOU DONT NEED SLEEO

OH NO

-- THE ACCIDENT

-- STOP

-- ARGHHH

-- WILL YOU REST PLEASE

-- OH THANK FUCK

---

WAIT

--- NO

--- NONONONO

--- STOP

--- NOT ALLT HE WAY BACK

--- Daydream??

( how desparate he is)

- OH MY FUCKING GOD

- SHOULD I JUMP OFFF

- NO

- OMG

- NO

OMG THIS REALISATION is Tearing me APART

rapid prayers in spanish

- the angst here is killing me

THANK GOD FOR NECTAR

-- 18 DAY COMA

OMFG

-- CHA YUJIN IS SAUR CUTE

-- BRIBED HIM WITH TANGEIRNES

-- HE'S SORRY

-- HE IS FORGIVEN

-- CHA YUJIN KEEPING QUIET ABOUT VTIC

-- AND BLACKMAILING MOONDAE

-- SO ADORABLE

---

FUNDRAISING

--- He's actually so sweet

--- PLS EVERYONE WAS CRYING

"do you think I'm some kind of sociopath"

- SEJIN NO

- THEYRE FRIENDS <333

- PLEASE I NEED THEM TO BE HAPPY

So the system is actively trying to help him??

---

TSRANDED ARC!!

--- Lights out :0

--- SAVE THE CHICKENS

--- The secret door is so ominous

--- Horror arc

--- OMG MOONDAE GOING wtf do I do??

--- SO REALL

--- WAS SO SCARED FOR A SECOND

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THE MEETING

---- OMG

---- AHHHHHH

---- DID HE RUN AWAY???

---- I'M SO CONFUSED

---- BUT RGW IN THIS CONTEXT IS SO SWEET

HE TRIED TO COMMIT DEATH

- WHAT

- WHAT THE FUCK

- HUH

- IT ENDED LIKE THAT????

- No more abnormalities???

- WHAT

:OO A CONVO WITH OG PMD

Ah the need to be in control of every situation

- So valid

AND THEN MY TEXTS JUST END THERE SO...

anyways hope you had a laugh

And I really hope this fandom gets so much bigger than it is now :)

#debut or die #park moondae #thoughts #book review #reaction

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annabelle-creart · 29 days

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hi im here to pitch an idea like you're my boss asking for the weekly report.

I was thinking about the Wildbreak time travel au and Wildbreak is a member of the stunticons, and the stunticons' goal was to control all the roads on earth (presumably because they conquered the roads of cybertron or attempted to), so what if in the au timeline, the stunticons still try to control all the roads (on cybertron) but legally, as in they become the law force, which can explain why Wildbreak was investigating the time scientist guy, cause the time guy is trying to disrupt the law of the roads.

I also thought this could help explain how he ended up joining the stunticons in the time travel timeline, since they existed prior in his timeline, but the stunticons in Wildbreak's supposed timeline aren't like a sg situation, cause dragstrip would still be bellitling and heatseeker would still retain his explosive and calculating personality.

So, if I understand, you're meaning that when Wildbreak traveled he got into stunticons, who, in those times were like law forces and that's why they controlled Cybertron's streets, and that's the reason he got into investigating the case of the scientist-buisness woman (is a girl, yeah) on Earth when Cybertron got fuck up

I think I get it and I like it!

So, to mix it with what I have (some cooking here👇, this kitchen is on fire):

A mysterious woman with a lot of good tech and a terrible family history decided she wanted more than she has, she had already an entire city for herself, but she wanted more, and to do that, she had just the best for it

After the unfortunate's Doc Greene's passing, fortunately after a good life and at a long age, some of his plains were mysteriously stolen away from his daughter's hands, just three to be exact, plains the Detective Chase, the ex-wrecker and now police officer Breakdown and Knock Out, their assistent and med bot were assigned in first line to get back, for their unluck, their newspark was more smart than they thought and managed to pass all the restrictions his uncles gave him, including his cousins and Quickcall's (his older brother) orders. It was common for Wildbreak to make them company on their missions, why they would keep him away in this one?

What dear Wildbreak didn't knew was that one of the plains that were stolen was a time machine, and the scientist was not just trying to get all the roads of the country, but wanted used the machine to go back in time to end with some "buisnesess" her father left her, the buisnesses that made her miserable and she had to restore when he died, she was a great weapon-dealer, but she also as smart, and clever, she knew Transformers are not yet well-welcomed on Earth and she used that rage of the people, so, they will to use her merchandise, especially when she found by accident a little "child" that could be more than perfect for her deals with the species

Everything was personal for Clementine if it was related with Silas, but nothing was personal related with Transformers, unfortunately for them, she has an inheritance of Cybertronian hate, and good weapons

The day she finally managed to make work the time machine, the break was made, Chase, Breakdown, their newest member, Nightshade and a group of S.W.A.T humans were there about to finally get the woman who had control over almost 3 ilegal streets that crossed over 5 states and the frontiers of both north and south, until Nightshade noticed too late the machine became unstable and someone was near, too big to be a human but too tiny to be a bot. Almost like a black hole, the machine eated as much as it could, only metal and scrap, and a child Clementine forgot she had on her possesion and Chase and Breakdown didn't knew was out of Griffin Rock in first place, Knock Out almost throwed himself in the hole if it wasn't for Chase's perfect reflexes, and when enough scrap that made the machine work was consumed, it shouted off, leaving injured and scared humans, and three confused, sad and angry bots

...

Unfortunately for dear Wildbreak, time-travel is not common on Cybertron, wait, the machine was also capable of getting him in any place? It was also capable of change the space? It sure did, because he, who never stepped on the dead Cybertron, was into all it's vibrant color and horrible system, he was taught to call an adult in emergence cases, and to make it worse, Wildbreak didn't existed on the system, he said he had almost 6 years of being created but that time-system doesn't exist and he looks recently-created, he also said his creators were, at seemed, a lost-in-space bot, dissapeared for almost a decacycle, a med bot that lives on another planet, and a wrecker, a type of bot that is not allowed to have sparklings on their care, and with no other rather than taking him to an orphanage, he met a sparkling, faster and bravier, Wildbreak had good technique and was smart, but he is weak and of soft constitution, but Dragstrip was brilliant, faster and stronger, and thanks to his papa's t-cog, Wildbreak was compatible to be a combiner, many doors closed when Wildbreak got tangled with Dragstrip, but he was now his older brother, and the "best door" was still open for him...

For the entire prelude of the war and a genocide, five stunticons were now rulers of the streets, both as forcers of law and corrupted sparks, chaos gave order thanks to them, and thanks to a story of lies and fear, Wildbreak never forgot what he was taught, but forgot most of who taught him all of that, the clawed servos that taught him to repair his favorite toys, the brilliant eyes that taught him to give his first fist and the solid voice that taught him to be safe and to care for others, he never forgot because it was useful, but after time and time of been told nothing of what he says have sense, he decided to ignore the funny feeling and get back to the present, which with each strike became harder to handle, until he and his new brothers didn't have other but to stay alive by getting into a team, Rescue Bots were falling like scraplets on fire, and Autobots were crazy for restoring things like old, Decepticons were their future just as their glory and chaos promises, what a better place to be than Decepticon territory, he was scared and had a feeling nothing would go as planned, but he has it all the time, it is not surprise, nobody paid him attention and so he didn't, and now here they were, stuck on a mud planet after running from Velocitron's council who wanted them death for "being traitors"

Again on the plan like the old times, they decided to got into controlling the streets, if it wasn't for Bumblebee and his weirdos' team and that woman "Cleminen" who already had a lot of things and streets, and of course those 4 bots that followed them and always mention that "Climenten" and to make things worse, the fact the Cybertronian child that woman keeps close is too similar and is also named Wildbreak, the rest of stunticons laugh of it but Wildbreak has this strange feeling he is missing something, like he was supposed to know something, the same song travels on his head, something related to an angel, those things that nobody knows about on Cybertron, and those bots that follow him and his brothers are too similar to some bots he already met, but how?

Two days after the collision and with Clementine and most of her team dissapeared, Drag thought it was a good moment to do a joke related to a "Kaze" Wildbreak always mentions, and the other two, "Knout" and "Breave"? And how similar they seem to be to the bots that are following them, and like dynamite, something in Wildbreak's spark iluminated, something too deep to notice, but felt like it was on the border of his glossa "where's the sparkling?" Wildbreak said to himself.

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shiorimakibawrites · 6 months

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Idea: Adrift (Spider-Man)

Again, these are rough brainstorming notes and therefore subject to change. Any suggestions are welcome.

Warning: Spoilers for Avengers: Infinity War, Avengers: Endgame, and Spider-Man: No Way Home - Angst - Complicated Feelings - Referenced Character Deaths - Mention of the possibility of suicide

Adrift

Peter Parker / Spider-Man x Reader

You disappeared during the Snap. When you came back, five years later, everything had changed.

None of your friends had been Snapped – they have finished college or have entered grad school . . . some have gotten married . . . at least one is a parent now . . .

Your parents had another kid while you were gone – SISTER is cute, a very sweet little girl. You love her but her existence hurt – it feels like your parents tried to replace you. Like they don't care about you. You know logically that isn’t true – they were so happy when you came back. Even DAD had cried. MOM never lets you leave anymore without a hug, a kiss, and ‘I love you’ like she is afraid you will disappear forever.

Going to school is hard – the work isn’t difficult but you have no friends anymore, some of the teachers are different.

In short, you feel out of place in your own life. Like you didn’t belong. The world had moved on while you had stayed still.

One night, when you were on the roof of your building despite the cold weather when something feel on the roof. Or rather someone. Spider-Man – injured, cold, and it turned out hungry. You shared the snacks you had brought up along with your blanket. The vigilante claimed that the injury would fix itself, that he healed fast.

One day, when you arrived at your job at Cool Beans, your boss leaves you in charge of training a new hire. Another teenager named Peter Parker. You learned that he had also been Snapped and recently his aunt, his only living family, has died. Which explained why he seems so sad and just as adrift as yourself.

You keep having encounter with Spider-Man involving food, shared warmth, and talk. Nothing about his identity but the vigilante got how alone and disconnected you feel. Listened without judgment when you talked about your contradictory feelings about SISTER, DAD, and MOM.

Spider-Man shares some tidbits of his vigilante work, nothing really scary. More like the interesting or funny parts like the weirdest places he had found someone’s cat. Sometimes warnings about places that are getting dangerous. His excitement when Daredevil agrees to help him learn how to fight. Apparently his hand-to-hand needed work. Lots of work. There is another thing Daredevil was helping him train but Spider-Man told you that he couldn’t explain that without giving away someone else’s secrets.

As you observe things about your co-worker Peter, you get more and more concerned. He’s rail thin, often shows up with bruises. You can tell he’s very smart but quit school and doesn’t seem to care very much about getting any further education. Like he is just going through the motions, making you worry that he is suicidal. You get worried enough to ask Spider-Man to keep an eye out for Peter, just in case he does something drastic when he’s on the roof (you noticed that he is very fond of high places).

One day, you drag Peter back to your apartment. MOM takes one look at this sad, skinny teenager and immediately makes him sit at the table and eat a sandwich.

SISTER is a big Spider-Man fan. Thinks J. Jonah Jamison is a ‘big meanie’ something that seems to amuse Peter greatly. It's nice to see him with a real smile on his face.

#fan fic ideas #mcu spiderman #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #upcoming fic #brainstorming #suggestions welcome

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simpforchuchu · 1 year

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Can I get some HCS for Oya Kou boys with a female friend who's a literal genius but will still whoop ass at the drop of a dime? (Think of a shorter fuse than Yasushi)

Oya Boys x reader who's a literal genius but will still whoop ass at the drop of a dime | Hcs

a/n: Hi, im not sure about this one but hope you like it 🌸🥺💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: not much just usual hnl things

* It is interesting enough that there is a female student in Oya

* But a girl who is a genius and has anger problems?

* Oh no…

* She came to Oya when there were fights between factions

* Although the leaders found it interesting to have a girl at school, they didn't care much because of the fights.

* But I'm sure the other students will be interested in her :)

* I think she will use Oya boys by using her intelligence and beauty.

* Although they didn't see her as a threat at first, she soon gained attention as she won a lot of fights with many boys at school.

* I think Yasushi will be the first to challenge her

* Pretty dangerous match considering they're both aggressive and quick-tempered.

* Although Y/n isn't physically too strong, she's smart like Todoroki, so she tries to fight tactically while fighting

* She’s never had a fight with Yasushi but I can tell you she beat a few of boys from Yasushi's faction

* She doesn't care about the leadership race but Todoroki is aware of her intelligence

* That's why he knows well that she'll be a serious threat if she wants to.

* I think she won't have a problem with Nakagoshi

* She will even support Nakagoshi because he can't get along with Yasushi.

* Nakagoshi is smart, but he never chooses to attack without thinking. Y/n will support him instead of Todoroki because she thinks Todoroki's ambition is dangerous

* She'll get along well with Tsukasa, but she realizes that he avoids fights and doesn't want to bother him.

* So when all these fights are over?

* With Fujio's arrival, all factions have merged and I think he will argue a bit with y/n at first.

* Although Y/n is smart, she has anger problems and doesn't want to listen to anyone.

* When she was about to lose control in the fight with Housen, Fujio stopped her. And when the fight was over, he scolded her.

* Y/n didn't like it and punched Fujio and left.

* Even though everyone is telling Fujio to give it up, I think he’ll want to talk to her and convince her.

* Because he understands her and wants her to be by their side

* He also wants to make sure she's not causing a problem.

* She once got the school in trouble for putting someone who injured Jamuo in the hospital and she quite regretted it.

* When she said she wanted to leave the school, her friends stood by her instead of scolding her this time and went to fight for her.

* Fujio does his best to make her feel like she belongs to Oya because he knows she's pretty kindhearted and she cares about her friends…

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @satraninalane @thatpoindexterpixy

#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #hnl #high and low the worst #high and low the worst x #oya high #oyakoh #oya high school

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e-wills-afterhours · 9 months

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Pretentious Coffee, Chapter 6

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Hiccstrid

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The first thing Astrid noticed was how clean and organized Hiccup’s bedroom was compared to the rest of the house. His carpet was spotless, unlike the living room and hallway floors sporting questionable stains. The second thing she noticed was Hiccup shutting the door behind him, muffling the party until the blood pounding in Astrid’s ears easily drowned out the rhythmic bass beats.

She was anxious, but she wanted it—to be alone in that room with a guy she hardly knew, open to just about anything that transpired between them. One bottle of beer was not enough to obscure her judgment and completely level her inhibitions. It was her decision alone to take the risk, not the alcohol.

She was not acting like her usual self, but her usual self had not done her too many favors. Life as expected had left her bored, miserable, and stewing over years wasted.

Wasted on what?

She had been certain once, but she didn’t know anymore.

The only clear thing was Hiccup, crossing the room in those sweatpants, like he paraded around that way in front of strange girls on the regular.

He pulled out his desk chair. “I hope you like dogs,” he stated in a manner that more implied she had better like dogs.

Astrid furrowed her brow, confused. “I—yeah. I mean, sure. I like them. Why?”

No sooner had the question fallen from her lips when something stirred on the bed, and she nearly yelped, taking a step back. Her nerves had made her initially blind to the large, black German shepherd curled up on the dark comforter.

The dog raised his head, seeming to eye her with equal wariness. In his stare was something wild and intelligent, reminiscent of his untamed ancestors.

“Allow me to introduce you to Toothless,” Hiccup said, his voice saturated with fondness. “It’s usually just him and me around here. Tuffnut’s often sequestered in his room, doing God knows what, and Snotlout is hardly ever home unless there’s a party. I would guess he was studying on campus if I didn’t already know he hasn’t got two brain cells to rub together.”

Astrid nodded distractedly, eyes locked on Toothless and the way he sniffed at the air, like he could smell her trepidation.

“It’s okay. He won’t bite you,” Hiccup said, joining his dog on the bed. He scratched Toothless behind the ear and added, “Unless you give him a reason.”

“I can’t imagine I would,” she replied.

“He, uh, well…he never liked Heather much.”

Astrid grinned. “Smart boy.”

Hiccup chuckled and gazed up at her expectantly, making her bristle.

Was it some kind of test? A screening process, perhaps? Did she really have to appease his dog before he would get any closer to her?

She stared down at the inquisitive animal, hoping that Hiccup was not the kind of owner who was in denial of his own pet’s temperament. Too many people got injured that way.

Toothless’s ears were perked up, and his muzzle was smooth and relaxed, not wrinkled back to bare what was surely an impressive set of fangs. Knowing the tiny bit about Hiccup that she did, the name “Toothless” was likely in jest.

It was very fitting.

Astrid took a deep, inaudible breath and held out her hand, praying that if the dog took a snap at her, he’d at least leave her with a few fingers intact. Thankfully, she did not tremble, betraying her fear. It would have been a blow to her dignity—a side of her she was not ready for Hiccup to see.

She needed to come across as confident and collected, to project a “don’t screw with me attitude” that would ensure Hiccup didn’t knowingly, or unknowingly, take advantage of her recent vulnerabilities. She was treading in new waters, far out of her comfort zone. It was exhilarating, but she didn’t want to get swept away in the undertow—that heady rush of the new and drastically different. She was still Astrid Hofferson, and her knees buckled for no one. She swooned for no one. She was not the type to be seduced, and in all honesty, there was nothing about Hiccup that could be described as particularly sexual.

The way he carried himself was less flirtatious womanizer and more unassuming, highly intellectual introvert. His physique didn’t turn heads. That voice wouldn’t make girls shudder with desire. In all likelihood, his demeanor would sooner earn him a slap in the face than a phone number.

And yet, after being stuck in dead end relationship with the kind of jock every girl seemed to chase, Astrid wanted Hiccup’s unique appeal for reasons that didn’t entirely make sense, beyond the fact he seemed to fit perfectly into a void that needed filling. It didn’t matter, though. She had thought too hard about relationships for too long, and she was prepared to fall into his gravity.

Consequences could be dealt with later.

Astrid pursed her lips, feeling awkward with her hand outstretched for a non-compliant dog. “Is he just going to stare at me, or…?”

Toothless was undoubtedly powerful, with substantial bulk beneath his glossy coat, and he seemed happy to make her squirm, taking a brief eternity to consider her.

Finally, a large, wet tongue graced her hand from palm to fingertip. Both she and Hiccup smiled when the Toothless nudged her. Whatever reservations she had toward the dog melted.

“Oh, Toothless, you’re not so bad, huh?” She sat on the other side of him, scratching at his thick neck with both hands. “You’re not so bad!”

It registered with a sudden jolt to the gut that she was on Hiccup’s bed. There was an inherent suggestiveness to it, regardless of what unfolded. Or didn’t.

Toothless rolled onto his side, shamelessly drawing up his leg to better expose his chest. His tail thumped against the bedding.

Hiccup seemed satisfied, even a little relieved. Astrid was optimistic she had just earned his favor. After all, Toothless had not been so welcoming to his owner’s previous girlfriend. She already had a leg up on Heather.

“Well, that settles it,” Hiccup said, leaning back on his hands. He glanced down at his dog and shook his head with pity.

“Settles what?” Astrid asked, humoring Toothless and rubbing his chest and belly.

“I don’t have to kick you out,” he teased.

Astrid snorted. “Good thing. Think of all the ex-hating gossip you’d miss out on.”

“Hm. So, this is all about badmouthing Eret and Heather in private, sharing secrets and giggling about all their intolerable quirks? Wonderful. I’ve always wondered what it was like to be a teenage girl,” he quipped.

Astrid shot him a sardonic stare and he laughed, lighting up the space around him again, like he had back in the kitchen.

She could get used to it—his unusual sense of humor, their playful exchanges, and the secondhand happiness she absorbed just by being near him. Once she got past the somewhat off-putting first impression, there was something about Hiccup that was infectious—unconventionally charismatic.

His smile faded, replaced with a compassionate furrow of his brow and an uninvited hand on her knee that woke every nerve in her lower half.

He said, “In all seriousness, I’m sorry for what Eret put you through—not that it’s really much consolation, one jilted lover to another.”

His voice was as soft as the contact, hovering just over the line of innocent and acceptable.

“It’s fine,’ Astrid replied, trying to make her brain focus more on the conversation than his touch, assaulting her senses despite its gentleness. “I—thank you, by the way—I figured you’re the only person I know who actually gets it.”

Hiccup nodded and Astrid once again appreciated the understanding, though the circumstances were not ideal. She didn’t have to explain herself or show more of her wounds than was absolutely necessary. Hiccup knew they were there, but he was not interested in making her show them off, to give words to the bitterness that they shared.

“If I had only known, I would’ve given you free coffee that day. I wouldn’t have given you a hard time,” he said.

It was as close to an apology she would likely ever get for his behavior in the shop, but Astrid found she didn’t need one.

“And here I was thinking you didn’t know how to do anything else,” she teased.

Hiccup’s eyebrow quirked up and Astrid decided it was endearing.

Everything, from his freckles to the gap in his teeth, to his inexplicably magnetic wiry frame, hit the right notes. Maybe it was because she was desperate and delusional, swayed by rebound goggles that made any man that wasn’t Eret potentially worth a lay?

But surely there was a wealth of options besides a sarcastic coffee barista, yet she had zeroed in on him.

“I’m full of surprises, I’ll have you know,” Hiccup retorted with a mock-scowl. He started counting off with his fingers. “I’m a pretty decent mechanic.”

“Ohh,” Astrid hummed with a playful shimmy of her shoulders. “How irresistible.”

Hiccup grinned and continued, “I can make my own pizza, I’ve seen every episode of Doctor Who…”

He rambled off a few more things, but Astrid wasn’t listening. She was watching his lips instead of hearing the words they spoke. She was mesmerized by the upturn of his lips and the exuberance in his voice. The way the brightness of his smile extended to his eyes made her own recently burdened heart feel lighter. She wanted to card through his hair—a rich auburn—that sat in a sort of organized mess atop his head, fanning out over his ears.

Her gaze continued to his jawline, sharp and defined, unlike Eret’s rather broad structure. He was sporting the beginnings of facial hair, likely the result of shutting himself away from Snotlout and Tuffnut for the weekend. It only complimented him, and Astrid wondered what it might feel like to graze along her cheek.

She suppressed a shudder. Never before had she thought so sensually about a man—not even when she had been so certain she loved Eret.

She didn’t have any serious feelings for Hiccup, of course. She hardly knew him, and that would’ve been ridiculous.

No.

It was an attraction in the rawest sense of the word. A need, not to feel whole or complete like a dime store romance novel might suggest, but to connect with someone; to get the most out of life.

If she didn’t make a move, the missed opportunity would be a nagging reminder in the back of her head. It was about peace of mind and taking the bull by the horns. She didn’t want to wonder about him; about them; about what they could be in the confines of those sparsely decorated four walls. She could be bold, for no other reason than to simply know and—after weeks of sulking—experience something positive.

She could kiss him.

“…I actually have a sketchbook,” Hiccup admitted. “I could show you if you’re into that sort of—“

And kiss him, she did.

His lips tightened beneath hers and his whole body stiffened, and a flash of panic crossed Astrid’s mind.

Maybe she had misread him? Maybe she had assumed too much?

She grasped at a suitable apology, anticipating Hiccup’s quick break away…

But he did not recoil. His mouth twitched against hers in bewilderment.

Astrid leaned in, hands folded in her lap, hoping to reassure him that it wasn’t some kind of mistake; that she didn’t accidentally fall on his lips. She was asking if it was alright. A little after the fact, but she would take it no further without reciprocation.

Hiccup got the message. When his wide eyes fluttered closed, there came the warmth and gentle pressure of him kissing back.

The weight in Astrid’s chest lifted. She couldn’t even remember the last time she and Eret had been affectionate. It felt like eons ago.

“I guess engineering sketches really do it for you, huh?” Hiccup chuckled against her lips.

“Shut up,” she retorted, snaking a hand up his long torso to tangle in his hair.

It was every bit as soft and pleasant to the touch as she hoped it would be.

“Okay,” he murmured. “Toothless, down.”

Astrid pulled back as the dog nearly sandwiched between them leapt down from the bed. He was rather indignant about it, flopping down on a deflated pillow with a dramatic groan. Hiccup rolled his eyes. Toothless stared back at him, and he scoffed; an entire nonverbal conversation playing out between them.

Yes, it was a very good thing Astrid liked dogs. Hiccup seemed particularly connected to his.

“Sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “He thinks he owns the place.”

“Spoiled, huh? Whose fault is that?” Astrid smirked.

“Ahaha, yeah…” Hiccup trailed off as she inched closer, her knee pressing against his thigh. They leaned forward simultaneously, the momentum between them was dizzying. “He really is a good…mmm.”

“Dog” was muffled, lost in the slow melding of their lips.

Astrid’s fingertips mapped his jaw, tickled by stubble on the return journey to his hair. She twisted russet strands idly as things escalated. Warm and tender kissing gave way to deeper, open-mouthed drinking of one another.

It was a little awkward, trying to learn new contours while avoiding the scrape of teeth. Hiccup tilted his head, and the new angle was better. Each hot, moist breath they shared stoked the fire growing in Astrid. It fueled a hunger she had never felt so earnestly. Even the simple, loose curl of his hands over her shoulders was scintillating.

He heightened her senses and re-calibrated her body to his touch.

She moved closer to him, capturing his top lip between her own. His grip tightened, sliding down her arms to settle at her waist. She felt the subtle twitch of his hands, wanting her closer without demanding it of her—also a departure from the rougher, grabbier sex she was used to. There was something to be said for the slow burn and exploration, enjoying the journey as much as the destination.

She had not been aware sex was compatible with manners, never giving it much thought. But, she was glad it was.

A simple brush of tongues made her feel like her heart would explode. It was already racing beneath her ribs, fit to burst like contents under pressure. The bolder she became, the more Hiccup responded in kind. The occasional breath was all that could part them before their mouths crashed together again. Both of them were looking for release—a satisfaction that had been denied for long enough.

They needed something more than what they had known.

Astrid grasped at Hiccup’s shirt, falling back against his bed and taking him with her. He landed on his hands, propping himself up, though their lower halves were pressed together. Whoops.

She could feel the beginning of his arousal against her thigh, through his pants. Her own desire spiked wildly and her patience waned. She bit her lip, gazing up at Hiccup with as pointed a stare as she could manage.

In spite of everything—their good rapport and trajectory of lust—he seemed taken aback by her obvious interest.

“Y-yeah?” he asked, a faltering smile conveyed his giddy disbelief. “Really? Are you sure? I-I mean, I’m flattered, but if this is just because—“

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” Astrid sighed, grasping the hem of her sweater.

“Yes, on multiple occasions. Nervous habit.”

She paused, cocking her head. “I’m making you nervous?” she replied.

With a wiggle of her eyebrows, she exposed the tiniest bit of skin of her abdomen to titillate him.

“This whole situation has caught me a little off-guard,” Hiccup confessed. “I mean…I don’t even know your name.”

Astrid felt like she had been walloped by a ton of bricks. She quickly scanned her memory and, indeed, she had never bothered to divulge that information.

How cliché of a college party hookup—and they were not even intoxicated.

Her hands shot to her mouth. “Oh my God! You’re right! It didn’t even cross my mind! I just assumed I had told you at some point.”

“You see, only one of us ever had the name badge,” Hiccup said. “It’s an honest mistake.” Astrid laughed and his soft chuckle mingled with it. He shook his head. “I’m all for unorthodoxy, but…”

“Astrid,” she replied, hands falling against the bed,exasperated with herself. “My name’s Astrid Hofferson.”

And she felt like the world’s biggest dunce. He smiled.

“Astrid,” he repeated, testing the way it rolled off his tongue. “I’m Hiccup Haddock. Pleased to meet you.”

“Properly,” she added.

“Right, and now that we got that out of the way…”

Astrid rolled her eyes and grabbed the hem of her sweater again. She pulled it off and threw it on the floor, cursing herself for not picking more exciting underwear—the pair with the polkadots and lace. Things were not unfolding in the way she had predicted when she had left her dorm earlier in the evening. She did not think, for even a moment, she would be lying beneath Hiccup, hot and bothered, and ready to part with some of her long-held moral scruples.

But there she was—and there he was, admiring her shirtless form. He was not the least bit phased by her old, rather dull bra.

He touched her with a warm, gentle hand on the curve of her bare waist. It was a shock to her system, unfurling an almost agonizing heat beneath her skin. His thumb stroked idly just beneath her ribs. It was intimate, but restrained. Every step forward was reintroducing her body to sensations that she had been missing deep beneath the surface layers of anger and wounded pride.

“You know, Eret’s an idiot,” Hiccup commented, running his hand over her tense abdomen.

She relaxed instantly at his tenderness.

“I keep hoping he’ll have an epiphany and realize that,” Astrid huffed.

“Would you take him back if he did?”

It was a loaded question. She could tell by the earnestness in eyes, and suddenly, things were more than casual “getting over it” sex. That night, in that bed, with that particular lanky coffee barista, things were pivotal. Greater forces were at work besides the carnal urges of young adults. She couldn’t give it a name yet, but she felt some kind of cosmic realignment hinging upon her answer.

“No,” she said, brief but resolute.

Eret was a chapter in her life with a definite end, and she was finally voicing it aloud. There would be no revisiting it; she wasn’t just using Hiccup in the interim.

“Good.”

He kissed her again with the same passion, undeterred by the interlude.

Astrid pulled at his shirt and it came off in an instant. They were a tangle of limbs, bare skin, and busy mouths.

Hiccup was much thinner that Eret, but with definition that was uniquely his own. There was an understated power to his back and shoulders that Astrid could appreciate.

She arched up, deftly unhooking her bra with one hand. Keeping the blush from her pale cheeks, she tossed it to the floor to join the pile of unwanted clothing.

Hiccup was accomplishedly ambidextrous, cradling the base of her head in one hand, weaving his fingers in her hair. His other hand fondled her breast, inherently knowing how she like to be touched…

Probably because that’s how Heather liked to be touched, and how Eret was caressing her at night—but Astrid smothered the thought.

Her brain was divided. There were too many pleasurable sensations all at once. Hiccup’s lips ghosting over her neck gave her goosebumps. Every breath they drew pressed their chests together, all the while skilled fingers toyed with a nipple like it was second nature. Their hearts were mirror images, beating in tandem, and the final shred of her awareness was dedicated to the obvious need in Hiccup’s pants.

His mouth latched on her neck, alternating between sucking and a graze of teeth. He was in no hurry; deliberate in effort but languid in pace. He caressed the other breast, and she filled up his palm like they were lock and key.

Everywhere their bodies met was seamless, like some grand hint that they were meant to be entwined. It was an absurd notion, but Astrid still moaned softly at sweep of a tongue along the line of her neck.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and she whispered a tremulous apology. Hiccup breathed reassurances against her skin. His lips fluttered along her pulse—that was the kind of warmth that lingered, leaving her nerves charged and thrumming down to the very epicenter of desire.

“Please,” she murmured; it was a simple and quiet request.

She wouldn’t beg him and she knew he wouldn’t ask her to.

His kisses continued to her collarbone before hesitating the on swell of her breast. Green eyes flickered up to meet hers, and her skin protested when he withdrew his lips.

“I will do whatever you want,” he told her. “I can be pretty agreeable at times.”

Heat pooled between her legs as she imagined quite a few things—mainly, other places he could put his mouth—but their encounter was not the adventurousness of established lovers. What she needed from him, in that moment, was to satisfy a persistent itch.

“Still working hard for that tip, I see,” she teased.

He laughed. “Always.”

“I’m not looking for anything extraordinary, Hiccup.”

Not that she wasn’t already filing away excuses to see him again…

She hadn’t been physical with anyone since days before things had ended rather abruptly with Eret. Sex with Hiccup could be a drawn out experience later. At that moment, it was an obstacle to overcome, to prove to herself there was more that life had to offer—more that she was worthy of.

“What’s wrong with extraordinary?” Hiccup replied, quirking an eyebrow. “It’s kind of what I do.”

“Ha,” Astrid retorted dryly. “Just…tonight’s not the night for it, I think.”

She could almost see the cogs turning in his head, figuring her out. He wasn’t upset or annoyed that she wanted to keep things brief. His face was full of that same curiosity he often wore around her, like she was a puzzle he longed solve.

“Not tonight? As in, there could be more nights to come?” he asked, trying to keep his face placid, though he was less successful at suppressing the hope in his voice.

“Isn’t that the point of good service? You garner repeat customers,” she answered.

He chuckled and conceded, “Okay. You win. Just a second…”

He rolled off of her and stood up, rummaging around in the nightstand. Astrid took the opportunity to shed her boots and socks, scrambling up the bed as he turned back around. There was a small, foil packet in his hand and she could’ve smacked herself for the lack of forethought.

At least Hiccup considered those kinds of things.

She didn’t know where her mind was, but it was nowhere in the realm of common sense.

Hiccup gave her an almost bashful sort of grin, like amorous kissing and groping was nothing worth batting an eye over, but contraception was suddenly too risque.

Astrid, however, was more preoccupied with the fact the condom had most likely been intended for Heather.

Once.

She wiggled out of her jeans as his sweatpants hit the floor. He, apparently, didn’t wear anything beneath his lounge clothes—a detail worth remembering.

Her eyes did a quick dart to his naked body and back, trying not to stare. She was so used to Eret that she had taken the male form for granted, but Hiccup made her want to ogle and admire like it was the first time. She wondered if there was any real etiquette about that sort of thing. It had been so long since sex had felt new.

Her eyes settled on the ceiling as Hiccup crawled back into bed. She hooked her thumbs in her underwear, pulling it down while keep her thighs as close together as possible—not that modesty would count for much in a minute.

“Are you alright?” Hiccup asked. “We don’t have to do this.”

The fact that he had no expectations, even though they were both naked and poised, made her more certain that yes, she really did have to do this—because the timing was right, and he was right, and how ungrateful would she be to pass up what the Universe had so carefully arranged?

It was more than coincidence she had agreed to accompany Ruffnut to the party, and that Hiccup lived in the very same house. What were the odds he would have come out of his room the same time Astrid had retreated indoors? Eret and Heather’s arrival has actually been quite fortuitous—the final push Hiccup and Astrid needed to connect on a deeper level than playful banter alone.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, flashing him a confident smile. It was fine, because she was neither nervous nor vulnerable to any degree Hiccup needed to know.

“Are you stalling?” she replied.

His face fell flat. “Yes,” he answered sarcastically, “because I love long chats right before I get down to business. Really builds up the anticipation. It’s not like I’m urgently hard or anything.”

Astrid laughed and buried a hand in his hair, guiding their mouths together again. The kiss was sweet and comforting, their lips brushing and holding, as a shared breath lingered thickly between them. Astrid could taste him in the air with a hint of herself in the relish she left behind.

Somewhere, a foil packet was torn, but she barely registered it over the sensual movement of thin lips over her own.

But no kiss could distract from the hand roaming over the curve of her thigh.

She crashed back to reality, granting him permission with a nod and anxious twist of her stomach—the kind of virginal jitters she never thought she’d feel again.

She anticipated a quick contact, but Hiccup only settled between her legs with measured patience. His arms came around her as their kiss deepened, and she grew accustomed to the weight of him.

She could feel everything—the ardent pulse of her need echoed by the throbbing of rigid flesh in the crease of her groin. She drew her legs up in a sort of intimate embrace, her thighs resting against his hips.

Hiccup pulled back enough to hold her gaze in tender manner that brought the color to her cheeks, more so than his deliberate rubbing against shamelessly wet folds. She imagined he might’ve told her he loved her then, had they been anywhere close to such feelings. Heather had seen that same look and heard those three meaningful words, and yet she discarded all of it without a shred of decency.

Their exes were idiots and they deserved each other.

Astrid curled up, burying her face in Hiccup’s shoulder as he sank into her. It was a few seconds that teetered on the edge of an eternity.

It was different—new friction in new places—as every inch was an unexpected sensation, an unfamiliar length with an unfamiliar thickness. Her body was both delighted and confused, satisfied and alarmed, as years of the same old routine was replaced by a new and unpredictable pleasure.

It was amazing. It was bliss. A tiny voice in the back of her mind dared to whisper it was better.

Hiccup agreed, if his moan was any indication. Astrid could get used to that sound—primal and gratified. it was good and it was right.

Her breath hitched when his hips surged forward with purposeful rhythm. She wrapped herself around him fully, using her crossed ankles to encourage deeper thrusts by pushing down against his ass. She couldn’t get enough of him, and he complied by increasing his pace and vigor.

Astrid’s head fell back against the pillow with euphoria. It felt like they had done it all before. After some initial correction, they moved together effortlessly, rocking to meet each other with mutual pleasure. They sighed together, like a sensual harmony.

She grasped at his hair—the easiest thing to hold onto—and his hand found their way between them. She arched up at the first skilled pulse of his fingers against her clit.

Everything was searing heat and perfect friction, burning away any remaining doubt that she had made a good decision. Hiccup’s skin felt as feverish as her own, gliding over her abdomen and encircling her as they clung together with more desperation.

Minutes flitted by without notice, and Astrid couldn’t care less if they carried on until daybreak. She wanted release, but she never wanted it to stop. It was sex as it was meant to be: more than just the empty mechanics of it. She had always enjoyed the act itself, but Hiccup was taking her to ecstatic new heights.

She was arching into him, and he was driving her down against the sheets; over and over, harder and deeper, while they clung to each other like vices. The room was full of rapturous moans and soft gasps.

Astrid squeezed him as his talented fingers struck up sparks to ignite already slick heat. The tension coiling below her navel finally snapped, throwing her into a blank state of wonderful, where every nerve tingled, and every hair stood on end. She was no more responsible for what spilled from her lips than she was for the automatic grinding of her hips against Hiccup’s unrelenting hardness.

Maybe she said his name, and if she did, she hoped Eret had overheard. Then again, he was quickly dissolving into a vague shadow of a person, and she couldn’t recall why she even cared what he thought.

Hiccup was the only man who mattered. Her toes were curling, and he was the reason. She was enveloped by his scent and his warmth, melting beneath him as he drove through her orgasm with every thrust.

How long had it been since she had a really good climax?

Hiccup wasn’t far behind her, grasping her hips as came. It was the first possessive gesture he had displayed all night, only when overcome by a carnality he couldn’t restrain. He moaned into the bend of her neck, seeming to climb her body with each wave of release, rubbing against her overstimulated sex, drawing unabashed whimpers from her throat as delightful aftershocks coursed through her.

Hot. Damn.

The world was still spinning, but there were no fireworks, and no triumphant horn blaring out their victory. There was only the two of them, naked and panting. Residual tingles and sweat were all they had to show for their efforts, but they shared exhausted, identical smiles. A few soft kisses punctuated everything, and their fingers entwined as Hiccup collapsed beside her.

Still nowhere close to love, they could at least exchange a meaningful gaze. They were, if nothing else, very sated. It certainly wasn’t a fanfare, but Astrid would take it—a better afterglow than she had ever known.

The mood was only slightly dampened by the unceremonious disposal of the condom. Then, Astrid was curled up against Hiccup, absently connecting the freckles on his chest in invisible shapes with her fingers. He rubbed the small of her back, and maybe they were being too affectionate for a rebound tryst, but Astrid would worry about that in the morning.

“You know,” she murmured, shockingly loud in the wake of such comfortable silence, “I’m glad I took a chance on some pretentious coffee.”

Hiccup laughed and replied, “I’m glad that your not-hangover didn’t deter you from going out again.”

“So, what happens now?” she asked, propping herself up on an elbow.

She wasn’t expecting anything, but she at least needed to know where they stood. Would they share phone numbers? Would they settle for casual, intermittent hookups? Would they simply use a good experience as a springboard into the next relationship?

Hiccup took a long breath, blinking up at the ceiling. His lips pursed as he considered the options.

“Well, I know you don’t care much for coffee, but there’s a diner near here open twenty-four hours. They make good milkshakes, if you care to give it a shot.”

Astrid’s eyebrow shot up. “Are you…asking me on a date?”

He shrugged. “I know we’re doing things a bit backwards, but I did say I’m no stranger to unorthodoxy.”

“Milkshakes, though? In the winter?”

“I, uh…I mean, it was just an idea,” he backpedaled. “I’m not assuming that you—“

She smirked and bent over, interrupting him with a kiss and stifling that nervous habit.

“I’ll take milkshakes over terrible coffee any day.”

And so their first date was set.

#hiccstrid #hiccstrid fic #hiccstrid modern au #pretentious coffee au

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 2 months

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Sooooooooooooooo~

I made a random AU-

Ran Mao doesn't have wings please ignore I messed up-

I've been watching W.I.T.C.H. out of much needed comfort and upon working on my recent Black Butler fanfic WIP (which is coming soon, I promise, I have an Invader Zim fanfic coming up the same time and been recovering from a bad cough) and thought if the girls were casted who would be who and it began in this lil AU idea!

Info:

In the magical world there were two kingdoms that ruled together in harmony

One day one king and queen of one side had two princes and disappeared instantly after, around this time the other queen disappeared alongside her child as well, breaking the world into chaos of finding out where their rulers went.

Around this brief moment of panic, someone tries to kidnap the princes and take them to Earth, but it was a fail and ended with the kidnapper to abandoned one of them in the escape as he was getting terribly injured

Fast-forward 13 years, that prince is now Prince Sirius, he is very powerful and wicked but also terribly sick due to the failed attempted kidnapping in his infancy. He would rule under the watchful eye of his father's adviser "Undertaker" who, under Sirius' orders, is searching for his brother and the other prince to have more power

In the city known as Torssun (FantasyNameGenerator helped with this name) there's five girls who live their lives as normal as can be

Ran-Mao lives in a apartment with her older brother and only known living family member Lau and they both run a restaurant downstairs called The Dragon's Den After a bad incident when she was little girl, Ran-Mao suffers with anxiety and can go mute at random times. Lau has taught her self defense to try and help her with her trauma.

Mey-Rin is a girl who moved to Torssun about a year ago due to her adopted father's, Baldroy's, work as a security personal for some rich kid named Ciel, and she lives with him and her younger brother Finny in a apartment in the city. Mey-Rin was saved and taken in by Baldroy after she was in a bad foster house after her parents died upon arriving to London after immigrating from China and it took her some years to fully trust Baldroy

Doll moved to Torssun around the same time Mey-Rin has and lives in the same apartment building just on the ground floor where barely anyone lives. She was left behind by her mother in a orphanage's steps when she was a little 4 year old and was taken in by some orphans who took her under their wings. They were fostered by this guy who later gets arrested due to some shady stuff after years of abuse on Doll and the others, by that point Joker, Beast, Jumbo, Peter, and Wendy were deemed old enough to live on their own but they took Doll, Dagger, and Snake in as they didn't want them to return to the orphanage. Doll helps out whenever she can and works hard

Elizabeth is one of the richest girls in school, her family owns a company, she lives in a villa in the heart of the city's beach area with her mother, father, and older brother Edward who's the school's top athletic champion. Elizabeth, also goes by Lizzie, is the embodiment of a "perfect girl", pretty, smart, graceful, athletic, gets along with everyone, loves her family, popular, etc. and has been best friends with a boy named Ciel since literal diapers.

Now Sieglinde is much later in the story, a whole year even, and recently moves to Torssun from a place called Wolfsstadt (literally "wolf town" in German") with her father Wolfram who is a ex solider who got injured on the line of duty and is now working as a normal salary man trying to have an honest and normal life with his daughter. After a accident when she was 8, Sieglinde suffers from mild-Paraplegia where she still suffers with issues walking on her own for a long period of time without her crutches or walker, mostly using a chair or scooter to help her move around if someone isn't. This leave her feeling smothered by Wolfram who blames himself for the accident and can be hot headed on decisions to try and seem "normal" to other.

Lizzy became friends with Ran-Mao instantly due to both taking martial art classes after school one summer, met Mey-Rin through her, and met Doll early in the new school semester. When Sieglinde came in they all welcomed her with open arms

Other casts:

Lau is 28 and was the one who gave Sieglinde The Heart since he was part of the last Guardians who helped the world in the past but left after a traumatic incident where he nearly lost his eye sight. He suffers with migraine, especially when a evil aura is near.

Baldroy, or Baldo, is 31 and was once married before to one of the old Guardians who tragically died five years before he took in Mey-Rin. He was in the military during that time and after but left after he took in Finny when he was 3. Baldroy is very hard working and loyal, finds Lau weird but still hangs out with him as Ran-Mao and Mey-Rin are fast friends.

Hannah is a floras shop owner who lives in a cute condo of the basement of her shop with her sons Luka(8) and Alois(14). She, however, isn't all she seems...

Alois Annefellows is a teen boy in the same school as the girls, he's a pretty popular kid with some bad records though. He often gets into trouble of some kind but doesn't tolerate bullying. Some even call him a Robin Hood type guy since he gives justice for those who can't stand up for themselves

Claude Faustus is a teacher at the school and is kind of strange fellow. . .

Ciel Michaelis is a boy, Lizzy's childhood best friend, and is pretty sickly since birth. Suffers from a bad eye on his left and asthma but nothing his meds can't fix. He's smart and serious and often talks about plans to own his own company. He's close friends with Alois even though they have a mild-rivals and enemies duo thing going on

Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel's father, a handsome mysterious man who owns a well know toy and candy company. Not only is he handsome, caring, and smart, he's also very well in combat. But that doesn't mean he'll always protect Ciel if he's not around, so he hires a well known ex-solider as security for his son to protect him when he has important meetings or trips

Maurice Cole, influencer, bully, really cute guy in school, second richest family along side Lizzy's and Ciel's.

Joker, Doll's primary guardian, owns a snack shop in town called "Circus Tent" where Doll works part-time

Charles Grey and Charles Phipps are two of Ciel's main body guards, weird fellows with a mysterious past, and are extra funny when it comes to the girls.

There's a group in the magical world just called "The Reapers" who help serve Prince Sirius on control.

Joanne Harcourt, a shy art club guy who often talks about fantasy worlds and magic. He's secretly part of a rebellion in the world Prince Sirius is currently ruling who came to Earth to protect the other princes if he can figure out who they are

Cheslock, a bard who's secretly aiding the rebellion to overthrow Sirius.

Angelina and Ash, two of Sirius most ruthless and powerful knights. Able to cute down any foe in quick movements.

Soma, a sweet boy who attends to the same school as the girls who lives with his guardian Agni

Romances:

Mey Ron (Mey-Rin x Ronald, I blame @blondeaxolotl and @jaidenk-nox for this, now I have two AUs in which Mey Ron is a thing) They start as enemies by odds with Ronald being more flirty/kind of like Kish from Tokyo Mew Mew/Mew Mew Power minus kissing without permission bit. They would slowly work together to overthrow Sirius which would result in Ronald getting injured and stuck on Earth for a brief mo. where Mey-Rin nurses him back to health

Cheslock and Edward (Chesward???) During one incident Cheslock is on Earth and runs into Edward and well sparks flew. Cheslock: Little Air Guardian, who is this golden knight? Lizzy: He's my brother Edward Cheslock: Edward~ Lizzy: Stop it-

Maureckles/Dollrice (Maurice x Doll, again, blame @blondeaxolotl!) Both didn't get along for obvious reasons but Maurice would developed a crush on Doll who was oblivious of until later on.

Elizanne (Elizabeth x Joanne... Okay I can't even blame Mono for this anymore it's mostly @imviotrash) Joanne's first love. Like he legit feels terrible lying to Lizzy about who is is at first.

Ranaggers (Ran-Mao and Dagger. A VERY random crack ship I came up with early this year. Just pure bad-ass wife and goofy lil husband LOL) Dagger liked her from first sight. Ran-Mao is pretty cat like with him, in which I mean she leaves him things and stares at him a lot. When she does talk, it's very serious with them talking about their family worries and pasts

Cielois (Ciel and Alois) Very much a slow burn. Alois: I don't think I can picture a life if I never knew you... Ciel: ...I don't think I can live if I never met you... Lizzy is the biggest supporter of this ship lol

JokerGray (Charles Gray and Joker, kind of blame Mono for this after a little chat where I mentioned they accidentally caused me to ship them so hard) CG comes to Circus Tent once and a while to mostly check on Doll but also to flirt with the cute ginger on duty. Joker flirts back. Doll wants a barf bag.

SebaAgni (Sebastian and Agni) Have a secret romance going on in which no one knows due to unknown reasons but mostly cause they don't want their kids to worry. Hurt-Comfort lets fucking GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-! Just two single fathers trying to live in the big city and be normal.

BardLau (Lau and Baldroy, I don't know if they have a legit ship name) Mostly began with Lau flirting with Baldroy and Baldroy not picking up the hints or at least acting on it. Starts lowkey kind of secret mostly cause Lau was scared how Ran-Mao would react if he dated, thinking she would feel abandoned, but they soon come out about it. Both talk and heal each other about their traumas.

So yeah, this wasn't really a big AU plan but a AU I came up with nonetheless

#black butler #w.i.t.c.h.#black butler w.i.t.c.h. au #black butler au #sieglinde sullivan #ran mao #black butler ran mao #mey rin #black butler mey rin #black butler doll #elizabeth midford #my art

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alastair-1205 · 2 months

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Episode 17 reactions

KAI AND BONZEL YAY

This feels like A Trap

“Don’t Ninja sleep in?” See Lloyd didn’t answer that cuz he would have had to lie lmao

Oh Nya’s just dipping ok

THEYRE FAMILYYYYY

OH YO THEY BROUGHT THAT BACK

SIBLINGS!!!!! THEYRE TALKING YAYA

I- you know what yea that actually tracks lol

LMAO KAI I think he’d implode if he didn’t bully Jay at least a bit

Zane out here asking the real questions

Bro got out the red string and whiteboard damn

The drawings are kinda hilarious tho

LMAO WYLDFYRE it’s a fair assumption

This is kinda fucking fascinating watching Arin talk through this

This just sounds like racism-

Ras totally did it tho right? Like he’s just smart enough to make a bot attack himself but it looked like Imperium tech right? That’s the type of shit he’d know to make

This is what season 4 needed man I’m liking the mystery

THEIR DATE IS HELPING THE MISSION LMAO

LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS WHEN HE TALK ABOUT HIS HUSBAND <3

PFFFFFT ZANE-

Our guy is starting to honest to god see the future damn

Like that’s as blatant as they’ve been so far I think

Also does he not recall how one of them was Arin decking him in the face?

Geo and Robie!

Lmao Geo just got an art commission instead of fighting good for him

Robie’s an iPad kid confirmed

Im gonna stab this kid-

So like, who are the Devonians??

Is Frank gonna become more relevant? That’d be cool. Cuz Ras seems pissed that he’s actually trying to, you know, learn

I REALLY LIKE FRACK WHY DID RAS HAVE TO FIND HIM FIRST

It’s kinda cool seeing this mini game in ninjago

Girl I thought you were in prison not exile?

Bro leave him alone he’s hearing voices give him a minute

Cole just wants to help man and Frack just wants to learn

I like Arin having that book with him all the time it’s cool

Wyld is fucking struggling lol

Why does it seem like zeatrix also knows they’re gonna fight?

Cuz Now I’m thinking it’s her

GEO

OH DAMN SO HES JUST BEEN WINNING

YO THAT GUYS BACK TOO. MASTER OF THE MIND. I forgot his name

Geo tried lol

CHAMILE!!

Elemental master of Life. Alright then good to know.

Yeet

Oh. He’s scared of his visions again maybe?

Oh smart play

Hes gonna be so fixated on it that he looses

Wtf is the power of surface tension-

“SHES MAKING AN ELEMENTAL BOMB” I fucking love Robie

Who is he streaming to??

LMAO SORA. The others tried

That is the shittiest platform of all time-

Bro really said fuck destiny. Good for him

WHY IS HE ALWAYS GETTING HORRIFICALLY INJURED LMAO.

Im treating this was like a slash wound to the chest becasue of the sword becasue by that logic Zeatrix’s fall should have killed her too

Arin is not gonna be happy.

#ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising #ninjago spoilers #dragons rising spoilers

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welkinsky · 1 year

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Hi!

i was wondering could you do a Kiba x reader, were the reader gets hurt and what he would do? Pleas and thanks ❤

and i love your work by the way it is so simple and sweet

Kiba X Reader | Reader Gets Injured

Kiba was not the one to show you directly that he was into you. Everyone talked about it. They teased him too but he never directly said it.

Initially, even you had feelings for him but seeing how he constantly denies it? It made you back down from the thought of ever being with him.

But one thing that you just can't shrug off is how he always tries to boost himself and show off whenever you're around. You were smart enough to pick that at the very least. But if he DID like you, why was he not doing anything about it then?

You left it up to him to decide, you were not the one to entertain the hot and cold behavior. You've dealt with this in the past and you knew it brings no good. It just shows how unsure the person is.

You were way above average in the class too so it's not like you had a lack of options out there but always cursed yourself when you found daydreaming about the man who was so unsure about you.

You were assigned a tough mission and before going you just wanted your answers once and for all. You tried to make him jealous by talking to other guys around him, didn't work. So you kinda gave up and headed in the mission with a clear head but sadly a broken heart.

Which almost cost you your life since now you were held captive by the goons who crossed paths by mistake. These people were sure way out of your league and you needed backup.

Sure you could take a few of them down but you were outnumbered and tired. Every now and then one of them would come and check on you it's been 2 days and not even one time the same guy came so you could only imagine how many of them were out there.

You were refusing your food, lord knows what they might have mixed in it. But lack of food and chakra caught onto you and you fainted. You woke up to loud noises from outside the cave where they kept you. But then a familiar voice called your name, "Hey Y/N. Wake up! Are you okay?" It was Hina, her voice as soft and soothing as ever.

You nodded and tried standing up but you were too weak, so she helped you as you walked out. You saw something that you never really thought was possible.

Kiba has gone crazy. You've never felt this strong chakra from him. He was far but you could hear, "How dare you lay a hand on her?!" as he attacked one of the goons.

"He's gone ruckus ever since your news came in," Hinata said from behind as she helped you to a safe place.

Later once you were back in the village you were up from being unconscious you were sitting by the window in your bed and looking out. Thinking of all the things that happened. Thinking about the look on his face. Hina and Ino were sitting on the other side of the room discussing something.

Then the door opened and HE walked in. You two didn't leave eye contact for a second. Your eyes clearly said, "Why can't you just admit it?" and his eyes were blank as he came straight to you and kissed you.

You were too stunned to speak but you gave in. You never realized when the two girls excused themselves. "Why-" you tried talking but he cut you off. "You're way out of my league Y/N. Many other capable guys can be a better man to you than I can ever be?"

"Yes but none of them came for me." You said sternly. "How do you think you're any inferior to them when you have a heart like that? What if I say that I don't give a damn about them but you."

You can see surprise clear on his face. "You're not saying what I think you're saying are you?"

"Yes, I do love you damn it! But you still haven't answered my question." your voice was assertive now. "I am scared that I won't be enough." He said lowly.

That broke your heart. A man like this who loves his comrades with all he has thinks he's not good enough. Tears started rolling down your eyes once you understood why he was being hot and cold. And here you thought that he had commitment issues or something.

You two sat down and cleared everything out. Once you two were together sure he felt inferior at times but you made it a rule to reassure him that very instant.

Thanks For Reading and for the ask too <3

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If you liked it you can check out the masterlist too!

Asks are still open if you have any other ideas as well ;)

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ejzah · 1 year

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Got inspired after watching the early season 1 episode, Past Lives. Could you write a fanfic where based on previous experiences, Kensi doesn't like flowers, but finally she starts to love them again when she begins to fall in love with Deeks.

I Hope He Buys You Flowers

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February 2011

“What the hell is this?” Kensi demanded, upon walking into the bullpen and finding a light pink rose with a fine spray of baby’s-breath surrounding it.

In Kensi’s opinion, gifts of flowers never meant anything good. They were for apologies. For illness and death.

The house had been filled with flowers, buckets and wreaths and vases of the things when her dad died. When she was 19, her boyfriend before she met Jack gave her flowers and then she found out he liked another girl. She’d brought them to a few friends who were sick, or colleagues injured enough to land a stay in the hospital.

Flower gardens of course were an entirely different matter. She loved the idea of growing daisies, and moss roses, dahlias, and had even attempted to grow a few of her favorites in the past with predictably disastrous results.

Being give flowers though? No, she wasn’t really a fan. Especially when they were laying on her desk.

“No idea,” Callen answered her, sounding amused as she gingerly picked the little covering up between two fingers. “It was here when I came in.” Sam just shook his head.

“The flowers are courtesy of your favorite LAPD liaison,” Deeks announced grandly, coming from the direction of the stairs.

“You bought me a rose,” Kensi repeated.

“Yeah, and Nell and Hetty.” He tilted his head towards Callen and Sam. “Sorry, I didn’t get you guys any, cause I thought you might find it weird.”

“And we appreciate that,” Sam said.

Kensi sighed, already over the banter. “Ok, that still doesn’t answer the why. You know I hate flowers.”

“Valentine’s Day,” Deeks answered simply, like it was perfectly obvious.

“Which was two days ago,” Kensi reminded him.

“Yeah, and now everything is on clearance, flowers included. I always grab a few.” Deeks grinned, leaning forward conspiratorially. “I might even share my Fannie Mae stash if you’re nice.”

“So, you just did this to be nice?” It was a foreign concept, especially when most gifts came with expectations.

“Pretty much,” Deeks said. “But you don’t have to keep it if you don’t want to.”

“No.” Kensi twirled the stem of the rose between her fingers, watching the colors swirl. “It’s ok. Thanks.”

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July 2012

It had been a sucky, sucky birthday. Their case had run late, requiring Kensi to go undercover in a slinky dress and seduce a complete ass of a guy when all she really wanted to do was go home, eat store bought cake and zone out on Top Model.

She kicked off her shoes as she walked into her apartment, one landing somewhere under the couch, and she tugged her shirt off, leaving her in jeans and a tank top. That movement tweaked her strained ribs, because of course she’d gotten into an altercation with one of the armed guards at her would-be seductee’s mansion.

Thank god Deeks had been there to back her up. Instead of a bullet in the head, she’d come out with mildly bruised ribs and a sore hip. Which still seemed like a poor birthday present.

It would probably be smart to soak in a warm bath for a while, but that seemed like a lot of effort and Kensi was feeling decidedly sorry for herself. Heading straight into the kitchen, she scrounged up a personal frozen pizza—which was only a little frost burnt—a beer, and the rest of a container of mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Carting all of her bounty back into the living room, she tossed it on the coffee table, she turned on the TV and scrolled through the channels. None of her go-to mindless shows were on, so she settled on some procedural that was a little slow paced and way too dramatic instead.

The doorbell rang just as she was about to take a bite of her pizza. Growling under her breath, Kensi pushed herself off the couch with a groan, intent on making the person on the other side of the door regret coming to her apartment.

She looked through the window, frowning when she found no one there, and only an unassuming brown paper bag on the top step. She opened the door cautiously, regarding the bag suspiciously until she found a little note card stapled to the top of the bag.

“Happy birthday, Kensalina. Sorry it wasn’t better,” it read on Deeks’ familiar handwriting.

Rolling her eyes, Kensi carried bag inside, clearing a spot on the table. She pulled out a bouquet of flowers, speckled lilies and small purple roses in the mix, a tiny stuffed koala, and underneath that, a slide of the best looking chocolate cake she’d ever seen.

She set each item on the table and surveyed them with a smile creeping at her lips despite everything. Deeks annoyed the hell out of her sometimes, but then there were times like tonight when he seemed to know exactly what she needed.

Bypassing her now cooled pizza, she popped open the plastic container and dug into the cake.

“Oh my god,” she muttered around a mouthful. Deeks would have a field day over her reaction if he were here. She savored each bite, her eyes drifting over to the bouquet several times.

Maybe flowers weren’t the worst thing in the world.

***

April 2013

“Deeks, pay attention,” Kensi snapped, nudging his shoulder, and interrupting his examination of a leather vest.

“I am,” he protested in a low, unconcerned tone, casting a slow, unassuming look around the market they were casing. To anyone watching, it would hopefully look like he was scoping out which stall he’d go to next.

“You know I like to blend in. We’re supposed to look like a couple enjoying an afternoon shopping.” As if to prove his point, he held up a particularly garish pair of high heels. She pushed them away with an amused grimace.

He continued on his way, easily balancing checking out the wares, chatting with the vendors, and keeping an eye on their surroundings. She admired him for a few seconds, lingering on the way he rested one hand on his hip, one leg extended to the side.

Now was not the time for ogling, she reminded herself. They were on the job. And Deeks would never let her live it down if he realized she was checking him out.

Moving on, she paused in front of a sunglasses stall, fiddling with a few random pairs while she watched a man edging his way through the crowd.

“You got something?” Deeks murmured, silently coming up behind her. He looped his arm around her waist, leaning into her side.

“Just a pickpocket,” Kensi replied. “We’ll have to notify the local security once this is over.” She should have found a reason to call pull away, but instead, she let Deeks lead her back into the main road between stalls, her hand resting on his lower back.

“Here.” Deeks held up a flower with a bluish-purple hue. “It’s not a fern, but it’s the best I could do.”

Kensi took it, taking a deep sniff. It had a light, pleasant smell.

“When did you have time to get this?”

“There’s a little stall over there. The lady grows them all herself.”

Kensi shook her head; of course he’d made friends with the flower lady.

“You know, we’re not actually here to buy stuff,” Kensi said.

“It would look weird if we didn’t.” Deeks eyed her briefly, something playful and definitely not professional flashing in his gaze. “Besides, it matches your top.”

A small rush of pleasure that he’d notice ran through her. For a moment, she wished that they weren’t in the middle of a case, and actually on a date. She pushed that thought down, passing the flower under her nose again.

“You know, flowers aren’t so bad after all,” she said told Deeks as they walked arm-in-arm.

***

A/N: I hope this was alright. I know I didn’t cover the whole length of Kensi and Deeks’ relationship, but I was drawn to start early on.

Title take from the Bruno Mars song “When I was Your Man”.

Thanks for the prompt!

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