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miekasa · 3 years

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+ pairing: armin arlert x (fem) reader

+ genres and warnings: college au, enemies to lovers… kinda… in a very nerdy academic rivalry kind of way, me being a comedian you’re welcome, fluff, smut/nsfw content

+ word count: 5.6k… pls say sike

+ notes: shout out to ryn for listening to me during our very many rambling sessions and also for extorting me into posting this. consider it a late birthday present for my favorite menace </2

+ side notes: no i am not a part of armin nation and i never want to be, nor do i wish speak of this again.

Armin Arlert is the perfect student. Prompt and well prepared during lecture; smart and insightful during office hours; the apple of any teacher’s eye. Unfortunately for him, so are you.

If you asked Armin, you were a little too clever for your own good, and liked to make it very well known that you believe you’re the smartest person in any room you walk into. That may be true, but it doesn’t mean that he has to sit there and worship your superiority complex.

If someone asked you, you’d say that Armin was a know it all, and a manipulative little piece of shit. Again, not a completely false statement, but perhaps a slightly biased character analysis.

Neither of you are wrong. It’s why you’re both the bane of each other’s existence.

There’s a noticeable grimace on your face, chin in your palm, elbows resting atop your desk, as you turn your head to where, sure enough, Armin is seated where he always is: first row, right side, directly in front of the podium, like perfect little teacher’s pet he wants to be. He doesn’t have any books to unpack like everybody else because a shiny, blue iPad is propped up on his desk in place of all of that. He’s robably looking through his pre-written list of showboaty questions to ask during lecture. Like he’s a cut above everyone else.

Maybe some of the other morons in this course, but not you, that’s for damn sure. You bet that if you broke his thousand dollar tablet he wouldn’t think he’s such hot shit anymore. Maybe that would knock him down a couple of pegs.

“Look at him sitting there with his stupid blue eyes, and his stupid Bieber haircut, and his stupid, shiny blonde hair, and his stupid fucking glasses. I bet they’re not even real and he just wears them to—”

“Did you just call his hair shiny?”

You snap your head to your left, “What—no, of course not. I said shoddy, he’s probably a bottle blonde. Maybe all the chemicals from the hair dye seeps into his head and warps his sense of reality.”

“I’m pretty sure you said shiny.”

“Shut up, Annie.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, “You got something against blondes? Because your track record would beg to differ.”

“Once. We kissed once, and it was truth or dare, and we were both sloshed.”

“You still chose me,” she reminds you, pulling her notebook out of her backpack.

You huff, ignoring her words and turning your head back to Armin, this time finding him twirling his stupid fucking expensive Apple Pencil between his fingers like it’s nothing. You can feel your eye begin to twitch.

Perhaps he can, too—or maybe he can just feel your eyes boring holes into him—because he turns in your direction and ceases his pen twirling the moment you make eye-contact. More students filter in, walking past your line of vision, but each time they move, you and Armin meet gazes again; neither one of you daring to look away, a palpable tension between you.

His eyes might be icy blue, but you can see the rose pink tint underneath his skin, even from the distance; a familiar blush that spreads across his nose and cheeks. You exhale with a silent laugh, breaking your eye contact before he grows completely red, just in time for Dr. Zöe to start the lecture.

Everybody thinks that Armin’s so brilliant, so smart, so untouchable. You know that his only genius is that he’s fooling everyone into thinking that he’s the kind, humble, little nerd boy who wouldn’t harm a fly, when that’s far from the truth.

Armin is mean. He’s competitive and possessive and snarky and sly. He’s the definition of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but you’re pretty sure the only person in the world who might believe that is Eren. Though, you’ve heard some of the insults Armin throws Eren’s way, and they’re not exactly soft. Granted, that’s a factor in any friendship, and most of his jabs are coated with a layer of intellect the brunette likely doesn’t understand, but that doesn’t make Armin any less sarcastic. It just means Eren’s too dumb to know what’s going on.

Poor kid. Maybe it’s for the best.

That’s all to say that Armin is nothing but a big talker—not even; a smooth-talker, is more like it. He comes across as perfect, all good and sweet and soft, because that’s what he lets people see. Nobody else looks through to the sharp tongue and ragged edges, because they’re too busy cooing over innocent blue-eyed baby in front of them.

But you know that Armin, the one he doesn’t want other people to see: the one that’s so good, he’s bad; so sweet that he’s sick; so nice that it’s cruel. And you know just how much pressure to apply to make his façade crack.

And you intend on doing so.

“I don’t know which formula to use—hey, are you two eye fucking again? Cut it out, I’m trying not to fail over here,” Eren exclaims, poking Armin’s shoulder with his pen.

The jab averts the blonde’s attention back to his friend, eyes wide as he blinks himself back to reality. He curses under his breath when he feels a familiar warmth creeping across his cheeks. Few things piss Armin off like the way he gets red in the face after thinking about you, or even just looking at you, for too long. Whether it’s red out of pure annoyance, or another feeling he tries to push down, it’s irritating, and above all, embarrassing.

He spares one more glance over his shoulder, to where you and Annie are sat a few tables away in the library. You’ve looked away by now, focusing back on your notes, but Armin swears he can still see that irritating smirk on your face from this angle.

He rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek. He should be able to keep it together around you by now, but he can’t, and it bothers him. You bother him.

“We weren’t eye fucking,” he refutes, turning his back to you completely, “She’s such a little know it all sometimes, s’annoying.”

Eren raises an eyebrow. He knows that you and Armin don’t get along, but he doesn’t understand why. Armin knows almost all your friends, and you definitely know all of his—Eren would even go as far as to say that you and him are pretty close friends—so it’s not a matter of not spending time together. You’re also the two smartest people Eren knows. In theory you should have more than enough to talk about together, but every time you’re in the same room, you hardly acknowledge each other outside of surface level commentary, or glances that border on staring.

Thankfully, the bickering remains in the classroom for the most part. Eren’s seen you and Armin go at, and he’ll be the first to admit that it’s beyond intimidating. Though, a little part of him finds it oddly entertaining, and he can’t help but to be impressed. All the more reason for you two to start playing on the same team.

Eren thinks the two of you should get to the root of the issue already. Which, if you asked him, has very little to do with your rivaled academic genius, and a lot to do with your lack of it concerning your feelings for each other.

“She’s not that bad,” Eren vouches for you, “I think you two might get along if you ever spoke outside of trying to one-up each other in class.”

“I’m not trying to one-up anybody,” Armin rolls his eyes, a nasty habit he’s picked up as of late, “And if you stopped and used your brain for a moment, then maybe you could solve the problem.”

“I did use my brain!” Eren’s lips fall into an offended pout, “But none of this makes any sense to me! I fucking hate math, you know that.”

Armin sighs, feeling sympathetic for Eren as he slumps into himself defeatedly. He knows that Eren isn’t dumb, but math in any capacity is certainly not his strong suit. He also knows that he shouldn’t give Eren all the answers, but sometimes he needs a little push to get him there. A little bit of added guidance and motivation to keep him going. It’s either that, or he has to trick Eren into doing the work himself, but clearly that method wasn’t working out today.

“You already solved for the activation energy, now you’re supposed to use the Arrhenius equation in the expanded form.”

Eren’s lips fall into a small o-shape, as his eyes scramble across his paper again. “But—how do you—”

“There’s two measurements given for temperature.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah! Okay, right, but then—”

“You have to convert it to Kelvin first or it won’t work. It’s given to you in Celsius.”

Eren furrows his eyebrows together, and then it finally clicks for him. He mutters to himself as he puts his pencil to paper to begin to work through the problem, “How do I convert—”

“Add 273.15 to it. Make sure you put the bigger one first in the equation, or else you’ll get a negative error.”

“You didn’t even do it,” Eren huffs, angrily punching numbers into his calculator, “How do you know it’s right?”

“Because I took this class already,” Armin reminds him, sparing a brief glance over his shoulder, “Isn’t that why I’m tutoring you?”

Eren coughs over his embarrassed blush, “Oh, yeah, right.”

It’s quiet between them as Eren makes a final attempt at solving the equation, carefully and proudly circling his answer when he’s finished. He looks to Armin with bright eyes, and is content when the blonde gives him a reassuring nod, confirming that his answer is correct.

“Well that was a bitch to work through,” Eren sighs, stretching his arms behind his head with a slight yawn, “Chemistry is nothing but glorified math. It’s barely a science.”

Armin shrugs, but he doesn’t disagree. He isn’t the biggest fan of chemistry, unlike somebody else he knows. “Why’d you take chem if you knew it would have so much math?”

It’s Eren’s turn to shrug, slumping back in his chair and running a hand through his hair, “I gotta take all the pre-med requirements… just in case.”

“You wanna go to med school? Since when?”

Eren averts his eyes from his friend, a telltale sign of his bashfulness coming over him. It doesn’t happen often, but Armin knows it’s sincere when it does.

“Dunno. I’m not sure of it, just wanna keep my options open, you know?” Eren replies casually, “Doctors help make a difference and all that, and surgery looks kind of cool. Besides, if my bastard father could do it, how hard could it really be?”

A gentle smile grows on Armin’s lips, “You can do it. If you really want to, I know you can.”

Eren’s head snaps up, eyes wide and filled with affirmation and adoration. He relaxes his expression quickly after, but the pink hues are still present, “Thanks, Min.”

From his position he catches eye of another head of familiar blonde hair over Armin’s shoulder, and beside it, your own hair. There’s a flash of a moment when your eyes meet Eren’s, and you offer him a small wave before turning back to Annie to resume doing your homework. Eren barely gets the chance to wave back, but a dopey smile sits on his features at your kind gesture. It fades when he looks back to Armin, once again pondering the animosity between you two.

You and Armin aren’t all that different, you just need to get to know each other better. Actually, Eren thinks that you might make a good couple if you both stopped overthinking it.

“So, what’s the deal with you and (_____)?” Eren asks, bending his right knee to wrap his arm around his leg and rest his chin on top of it, “You act like she kicked your cat.”

“What?” Armin questions, flustered, “What—no, she wouldn’t touch Soup.”

Eren quirks an eyebrow at that. “I still can’t believe you named your cat Soup.”

“It’s technically a nickname.”

“A nickname for what?”

“…For Miso Soup.”

Eren blinks. “Okay, if she didn’t mess with Soup, then what’s the issue? You scared of her or something?”

“Why would I be scared of her?” Armin asks, tone incredulous; then softer, more subdued, like a kid who doesn’t want to admit they’re wrong, “’M not scared of her.”

“You stare at her like you are—well, you look kind of angry, but also scared. Like, when you see those balloon things outside of car washes. You hate them, but you can’t look away from them—”

“I am not scared of those!”

“You are, and it’s okay,” Eren waves away his friend’s denial, “Oh, I get it—is this one of those things where she makes you nervous, so you respond with anger and sarcasm instead of thinking through your feelings?”

“You’ve been going to therapy for one month, relax.”

“Maybe you two should go to friend therapy and work this out,” Eren bites back, “It probably doesn’t help that she’s always with Annie. They both look like they would murder someone with no remorse. I admit, it is kind of scary… but it’s kind of hot, too.”

Armin spares him an unamused glare. Eren crosses his arms in defense, “What? I’m not wrong. It’s sexy in a scary kind of way, maybe that’s why you’re always eye fucking. I don’t blame you, she’s hot. I would let her and Annie axe-murder me without regret.”

“Eren?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and do problem six, I don’t have all day.”

Eren huffs, but flips the page to the next problem, grumbling under his breath as he attempts the, “It’s not as sexy when you’re mean, you know.”

Armin hits him silent.

Tuesdays are Armin’s favorite days because he only has one class. Sure, it’s three hours long, but it’s much more bearable than his usual eight-hour day.

It’s also the one class he shares with you. Which is why he’s always mentally exhausted by the end of it, but physically, he feels like he could punch a wall; all his pent up anger and frustration is channeled into his body and he’s desperate for an outlet for it. It’s a feeling he hates to love.

Annie seems to have cut class today seeing as she’s not next to you; and it’s almost as if it’s emboldened you to mess with him even more than usual.

He bites his tongue as Dr. Zöe enthusiastically uses your latest point as a segue into the final topic of the evening. He made that same point ten minutes ago. You just worded it differently—admittedly, more concisely, but somehow with a little more nuance, than when he had hesitantly proposed it—and, yeah, maybe you made it sound more convincing, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t come up with it first. If his stupid, fancy stylus didn’t cost upwards of $200 he might have snapped it in half.

You’re definitely the better conversationalist, that much he can admit. Words have never been his forte and he hates the way you can talk circles around him, and that there’s so little he can say to make you stop.

He wishes you would just shut up. In fact, he’d like to shut you up himself.

Thankfully, class ends sooner rather than later. Armin finds himself briefly talking with Dr. Zöe afterwards, most other students having taken the opportunity to leave early for the night. To nobody’s surprise, you’re not one of them, having stuck around to talk to the professor, too.

“The two of you should consider lab research this summer,” Dr. Zöe suggests ardently, walking between the two of you as you exit the lecture hall, “I could really use two students like you!”

Armin chuckles at his boisterous professor. He’s known about the research opportunities at their lab for quite some time now, and he knows that you have, too. “I don’t know that lab work is really my strong suit.”

The three of you come to stop at the hallway intersection, the professor now standing across from you and him. You give them a polite smile, “And I’m not sure that collaboration is mine.”

Armin spares a glance just in time to see you flash one of your own in his direction. Dr. Zöe’s eyes flicker between the two students rapidly, a slight squint to their eyelids.

They aren’t quite sure why their two brightest students seem to despise each other. They wish you two would just get along already, so that they don’t have to spend the summer training half-witted chemical engineering majors how to use basic lab equipment; and instead, conduct some actual research.

“Well, I hope the both of you reconsider,” they smile, “I’ll see you during office hours, I presume?”

You two nod in sync, sending the doctor off with happy smile, just long enough until you see that they’ve turned the corner further down the hall

“Had fun stealing my point earlier?” Armin questions, looking your way as you still wave mindlessly, eye-twitching at your polite façade.

“I would call it improvement,” you tell him, not bothering to turn in his direction; still and smiling waving like the professor can see or hear you, “You should stick to showing, rather than saying. You never were good with your words.”

Armin kisses his teeth together. He’ll give you what you want, if that’s how you want it.

In a fit of irritation, he grabs your moving hand by the wrist, and pulls you down the opposite hallway, not caring for your dramatic wailing behind him.

“Hey, Einstein, the exit is the other way, do you have any idea where we’re going?”

“Ever heard of observational learning? Maybe if you shut up for a second, you would figure it out,” he snaps, pulling you further.

There’s a door on the left that Armin knows is unlocked, and he’s quick to open it and pull you inside. Before you have the chance to glance around, he has you pushed up against the wall, jaw forced up and forward.

He could scoff at the small hitch in your breath at his actions, clearly a little too satisfied with being manhandled; but instead, he takes the opportunity to press your lips together. Armin quite likes the feeling of your lips on his; warm and soft and far too welcoming; a rare moment of silence.

“Someone could hear us.”

Or not so silent.

“Then be quiet,” he snarls.

Armin feels your fingers weave themselves into his hair, scraping along his undercut in sync with his lips trailing down your jaw. A groan falls from his when he feels you tug at the ends of the strands, just hard enough to force his face back to eye level with yours.

“You’re the one with the big mouth.”

“You’re so smart, huh. Always got something to say,” Armin lets out a low chuckle, deft fingers running down your sides to squeeze at your waist, “You can be really fuckin’ annoying, you know that.”

You mirror half of his ministrations, letting your right hand trail down his chest barely brushing over the very visible bulge in his jeans, before hooking your index finger under the belt loop, effectively pulling him closer to you.

The smile on your face is dirty, but you’re not laughing like he was, “Do something about it then.”

His blue eyes grow cloudy as he takes a good look at you; slowly rakes over your features, from that stupid, snarky look in your eyes, to your kiss-bruised lips, down to your chest, and back up again. Armin finds himself copying your smirk for all the wrong reasons. But it’s your own fault; you always did like to push him one step over the edge.

“Fine.”

Despite your twisted grin there’s a look in your eyes that’s eager; willing; ready for the taking. That same look you have when you talk over him in class; when you pretend to ignore him around your mutual friends; when you want him to fuck you stupid.

Armin uses his right hand to cup your jaw again, closing the distance between your mouths with a less than gentle kiss. He feels your groans reverberating through his body, waves of heat accompanying them and going straight to his erection. Your arch your back into the kiss, but he forces you backwards, left hand flat against your tummy.

Following suit, he pushes himself against your body, pressing his knee between your legs; the thin fabric of your stockings doing little to prevent your thighs from rubbing against him.

He swipes his tongue over the seam of your lips, earning a frenzied whine when glides his tongue across yours, and teasingly licks at the roof of your mouth. Your tongue is lithe against his, but somehow just as deceptive and sly as always, and Armin would be a fool to deny that he loved it.

There’s a spark flickering in his stomach when you push your center harshly against his; and it’s only ignited further when he feels you bite his bottom lip. A guttural growl escapes him, his right hand moving to your throat with practiced ease, pushing the back of your head into the wall.

He pauses for a moment, drinks in your wide eyes and desperate visage, “You are the single most frustrating person I’ve ever met in my entire life.”

And he couldn’t get enough of it if he tried. He couldn’t get enough of you.

You must see through his words, into the grainy expression of adoration in his eyes, because he can see it filtering into yours, pupils dilating with both want and care.

“Aw, baby, I love you, too,” you pout, leaning forward as best to can to peck him on the lips, “Now, shut me up and fuck me. It’s exhausting being this pretty and smart-mouthed, you know.”

Armin dips his head into your neck, squeezes against the column of your throat with warning until he hears a gasp escape from your lips. He presses gentle kisses into your skin, in stark contrast to the increasing pressure from his fingers, waiting for one last request, and then, finally—“Please.”

He smiles, loosens his grip for a moment, just long enough to hear your pretty panting, before slotting his lips against yours again. Your moans are lewd and sloppy and breathless between kisses, and it makes his dick twitch in his pants. You really are so fucking loud. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He uses his free hand to push your skirt up, and subsequently dip past the weak barrier of your tights and underwear. The slightest flicker of his fingers against your center has you choking out a moan, and Armin is forced to press his right thumb harder against your neck.

“Quiet,” he reminds you, “You asked nicely, so I’ll give you what you want. No need to be loud about it.”

He watches you nod with short and restricted movements, a sadistic kind of power washing over him at your eager compliance. He uses his middle finger to rub slow, careful circles around your clit; the feeling of your wet cunt against his fingers, coupled with your wanton moaning only spurs on the throbbing in his pants.

“Armin,” you whine, impatiently; but he expected that of you, “Don’t tease.”

His eyes flash to yours briefly, pressing his lips to yours again to swallow your shuddered moans. He dips his tongue into your mouth at the same time he does his middle finger into your cunt. An obscene moan echoing through the classroom, as Armin feels your body arching into his again; feels your fingers frantically flying to his hair, searching for purchase to anchor yourself on.

He pulls away in time to add another digit and watch you groan underneath him. He pushes both his fingers in to the knuckle, carefully curling them upwards to elicit the prettiest sound out of you. He has to admit, it’s probably his favorite thing to hear come out of your mouth.

He keeps a steady pace, pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy with perfect friction, teetering between letting you moan his name and choking you silent. Your hands are frantic in his hair, grasping and pulling and so, so, desperate, Armin can’t help but to finger fuck you harder.

“You want one more?” he questions, but his voice is taunting, words ghosted over your lips just out of reach for you to kiss.

He can feel your leg trembling against his, see you pupils shaking along with your shaking head. Armin stops to smile; he thought you might do that. He could probably make you cry right now if he wanted to. Maybe later.

“Want you to fuck me,” your words short and ragged, eyebrows raised when he uses his thumb to press lightly against your clit, “Armin, please.”

The blonde shakes his head, “You’re dumber than you look if you think I’m gonna fuck you in a classroom, baby, so if you want to cum now, you better tell me.”

You have the audacity to pout of all things, “You’re mean.”

Armin lets out a breathless laugh. “You like it,” he leans forward to peck you sweetly, “So, what’ll it be?”

“Fine, but I want head later, too,” you tell him, words becoming less firm when Armin teases his ring finger against your slit, “Please.”

Armin hums in compliance, leaning forward to kiss you again, this time with more tact, and he chases your whines when he finally pushes a third finger inside of you.

“Look at you,” he croons breaking your kiss and forcing your head back again, “You take it so well.”

“Ah—fuck, there, Armin—there,” you cry, wet heat squeezing around his fingers in intermittent spasms.

Armin watches your chest heave with desperate breaths, air stuttering to pass from your lips to your lungs with his hand around your neck. He can feel your walls constricting around his fingers, feel your body shaking underneath him when he increases his pace. He curls his fingers again, just right, just until he hears you sing a strained call of his name. And when he feels your nails scraping down the nape of his neck, and the slight weight of your body convulsing, Armin knows you’re done for.

He’s nice enough to fuck you through your orgasm, shallow thrusts of his fingers bringing you to and down from your high as he watches you pant for him. He presses small kisses against your throat, up, up, up, until he’s kissing you, and carefully pulling his fingers out.

He removes his hand from your neck, and slides it down your waist to offer you support. He’s not prepared for your sudden pull on his neck, forcing him into a kiss that conveys your content; he’s quick to raise his left hand, palm meeting the wall to hold himself up against your sporadic actions, chuckling lightly into your kiss. You were always so reckless and happy after an orgasm.

You kiss him like you have him wrapped your finger despite being the one pleading moments ago. You do, so he supposes it’s not unwarranted; and he welcomes your flirtatious kisses despite the annoying blush they always bring forth.

And sure enough, he can feel his face on fire when you pull away. Armin scoffs internally at himself; he really should be able to keep it together around you by now. But when you kiss him like that, you kind of make it hard to think straight.

“You’re so good when you’re not… pretending to be good,” you hum, a blissful, hazy look on your features as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Armin shakes his head with a chortle of disbelief; leans forward to kiss you again, “’M not pretending. I am good.”

“Yeah, you’re such a good little saint that arguing with your girlfriend turns you on,” you taunt him, “It’s okay, Armin, you can admit it.”

He groans, out of shallow annoyance this time, and it makes you giggle. “Why are you acting like you’re not complicit in this?”

“Oh, no, no, no,” you refute with an exaggerated roll of your eyes, “You get turned on by hearing me talk about biochemistry. I like it when you tell me to shut up about it. We are not the same.”

“Yeah, because you look hot doing it,” he tells you, “Speaking of which, Eren called you hot today, so I kind of need you to slip a neurotoxin in his Gatorade.”

“Aw, Eren thinks I’m hot? Tell him I think he’s hot, too,” you bat your eyelashes at him, but Armin only offers you an unimpressed glare in return.

“I think he might be onto us, actually,” Armin notes, affectionately bumping his nose against yours.

“If he’s onto us, then it’s because you’re the one giving it away, not me.”

“Oh, because you could never do anything wrong, right?”

“Right,” you flash him an overconfident smile before reaching up to kiss to the tip of his nose, “See you’re so smart, baby.”

Armin shakes his head again in disbelief. You’re a handful, he can see that much.

“Come on,” he prompts, “We should go, I still have to finish my lab write up, and I know you haven’t started your paper.”

Armin tries to motion you forward, but is stopped when he feels your hand combing through his hair, and sees the genuine spark of concern in your eyes. “The one for your elective? I thought you said you were going to finish it on Monday.”

“I was,” Armin admits, “But then I didn’t.”

“You want me to help you with it?” you offer kindly, pushing his bangs back and letting your hands fall down the sides of his face, palms resting against his ears.

He nods gently, turning his head to press a kiss into your left palm, before wrapping his hand around your wrist, “I can help you outline your paper.”

You nod in return, and Armin spares one more kiss, before pulling your hand away to lace your fingers together.

Thankfully, nobody’s around to catch you exiting the classroom, or see you holding hands as you make your way out of the building and towards the bus stop. This was Armin’s favorite part of any Tuesday; the one time he could hold your hand on campus without the fear of getting caught by your friends.

He reasons that you guys should probably tell them soon, though, especially if Eren might have an idea of what’s going on. You were bound to get caught sooner rather than later. That, or Eren and Sasha would start meddling.

“If you think Eren knows, then Mikasa definitely knows,” you note, swinging your intertwined hands as you walk through the parking lot as a shortcut.

“Maybe if you actually remembered to hide Soup’s toys, there would be less evidence for her to piece together.”

“Yeah, well, maybe if you didn’t forget when your midterms are, I wouldn’t have to emergency cat sit the hour before Mikasa comes around, and there wouldn’t be any toys to hide in the first place.”

“I’m bad with dates, you know that!” Armin pouts, “I don’t say anything when you forget about ten page papers until four hours before they’re due.”

“You’re saying something right now, actually.”

“That’s not what I—you know, you’re so—”

Armin’s quiet when he feels your lips pressed against his cheekily, “Annoying. I know. You like it. You’re not very good at staying mad for very long.”

Armin’s tempted to roll his eyes yet again—he really needs to quit it, or at the very least, get your own temper under control before it’s irreversible and completely rubbed off on him—but takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead, instead.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Your eyes twinkle under his affections. “And that you love me?”

He nods, “And that I love you.”

“And that you’re gonna fuck me before you make me write my paper when we get home, right?”

Armin chuckles and presses another kiss to your forehead, “We’ll see about that one.”

Hange huffs as they make their way through the parking. They always forget their keys in their office, and always, inconveniently park half-way across the campus. In their defense, this parking lot is free, and the one closest to the Medical Sciences building is not. So, really, capitalism is the one to blame for their frequent late night car lot strolls.

They hear two familiar voices bickering just as they’re about to step into their car, and are more than surprised to see their two favorite students walking together. Walking together and holding hands. Wait—you and Armin are walking together and holding hands?

Hange blinks for a moment, drowning out the sounds of the conversation after they see you two kiss. Their jaw practically falls to the asphalt and they might not blink for a full two minutes as they process what they just saw.

Their trance is broken when it finally, finally clicks together, and Hange has to try their hardest to contain their squeals before sitting in the driver’s seat, an overly forceful slam to the car door following. They waste no time fumbling with the pockets of their lab coat to fish out their phone, and make a call to their favorite math professor.

“Levi, I told you Arlert and (_____) had to know each other outside of class! I think they might be dating! You know what this means, right? I can have them both in the same lab without worrying they might start a chemical fire, and I won’t have to hire two brick heads this summer!”

Levi has never hung up a call more quickly in his life.

#aot x reader #snk x reader #armin x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #armin smut #armin fluff #eren x reader

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euphoricsunflowers · 4 years

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cruel — lee hoseok/wonho

request: Hello~! It’s my first time requesting hdhssn um, so- how about wonho and mirror sex 👀👀👀 bet he’d look super pretty and hot with the condensation on the mirror 👄🤌🏼

a/n: dog i really took this prompt and added like ten other things hope you don’t mind but these are like all my kinks good lord (also unrelated gif i just think he looks hot in that gif)

word count: 1.1k

content: sub!wonho, dom!fem!reader, pegging, mirror sex, bimbofication, it’s soft for like a hot second and then boom, edging, 😬👍

summary: trying out something new was always exhilarating, but your sweet, cruel words made him so. so weak.

“you sure you’re okay with all this, bunny?” you murmur, comfortingly stroking his hair, and while his heart is pounding, he’s sure he is. he nods, but you still make sure to say, “alright, but tell me if you’re uncomfortable. you have your safeword, and i’ll listen for it, okay?”

“i’ll be fine, don’t worry too much,” he assures, and you take a breath, before nodding.

the air is hesitant when you kiss him, but it’s also soft. light. he feels your fingertips faintly on his jaw and cheek, and every time you pull back to tease him his lips chase after yours, always wanting to pull you back to him. it’s too bad he doesn’t make the rules here.

you smile into the kiss, feeling him become more desperate and unravel second by second. you pull him gently, walking him to the full-size mirror in his room, the one he took all his mirror selfies in. he’s not sure he could ever take another without remembering all the things you do to him.

“aren’t you pretty?” you muse softly, kissing his shoulder from behind, “now, hands on the mirror.” you order, and he complies immediately, loving the coos and “good boy”s from you when he’s good. it’s arguably the best part.

you coat your fingers with lube, smirking as the only thing that you can hear right now is him, his pounding heartbeat, and his shaky breathing. you press your index finger in slowly, “easy there, angel, relax. i got you.”

you start slowly, getting him used to the feeling even though he’s felt it plenty of times before. only this time, you had asked him to watch himself in the mirror, and so he had tried to keep his eyes on himself, but he can’t help wanting to see and please you, see that satisfied expression on your face. that was what he lived for, “i always think you’re so pretty when my cock first sinks into you, so make sure to watch.”

and, after applying some more lube to the strap, you push in, slowly letting him adjust. he whines, and it makes you chuckle, “teary-eyed already, baby? look at how pretty you are.” and he does look. his hands are putting most of his weight on the poor mirror it just might break.

but he looks and he sees the sweat on his forehead and he sees the way your hands grip his hips, sees the way his mouth hangs open and the way his pretty lips turn red when he bites them. he sees the hickeys and he didn’t even realize you left so many earlier, all littering his chest and torso. he sees his messed up hair and his tears and your hand around his neck, seeing the degrading way your fingers rest in his mouth, effectively gagging him. your other hand lazily jerks him off as you fuck him, and he gets riled up so easily that you’re sure he’s gonna be close soon.

“my pretty, pretty slut, all mine,” you murmur in his ear, making him shiver. it’s insane how he’s so strong and all and yet his one weakness is your voice whispering cruel words in his ear, “it’s alright, dear, don’t think too much; it’s not good for you. just take mommy’s cock like a good boy. just be a good, dumb bitch for mommy,” your fingers leave his mouth to grab hold of his waist. the saliva runs down his chin and it’s embarrassing, but so incredibly hot. he moans loudly as you push in and out, “not many more thoughts in that pretty head than how good it feels, huh?”

“ahh, f-feels good,” he echos, nothing more he can say in the state he’s in.

“my perfect bimbo, so thoughtless, you head must be so empty, only thinking of pleasure,” you coo, and the first tear escapes until he’s full on sobbing, the stimulation, including your words, being far too much. he babbles nonsensically, crying out as he gets closer and closer to his high, “is my bimbo so dumb he doesn’t even know how to ask for permission to cum?”

“s-sorry, ma’am, can— oh fuck— can i c-cum?” he barely stutters out, and it would be cruel to deny him.

but you know what? you are cruel.

“no, you’re gonna wait. you don’t get to decide when you cum, stupid bimbo,” and as your movements slow enough to prevent him from cumming, he whines, “poor thing. i’m sorry, i know all you can think about is cumming, because frankly, you’re not smart enough to think of much else, but you have to be good.”

he groans, his reaction more physically. you keep going, slowly starting to speed up again. you bite his neck from behind, causing him to cry out once more, and you’re sure you see or feel his legs tremble. for someone so strong, he feels so weak and soft in your hold. all that intensity comes crashing down at your touch.

“hmm, do you wanna cum now?” you muse, and he desperately nods, moaning out the loudest he’s been, “but aren’t you just a fucktoy? you just love being used and ruined, made all mine, i don’t even think you need to cum.”

“n-no, please—” he mumbles, but it’s too soft, so you make him speak up.

“if you want me to know what you want, you gotta speak clearly, dummy.”

the words die in his throat, though, as his vision blurs and he’s so close he’s seeing stars. his grip on the mirror weakens and your grip is the only thing keeping him up. the tears in his eyes only continue to run down his pretty cheeks, and as he looks at himself— and as you look at him— it’s so easy to tell that he’s already wrecked, so physically and mentally under your control that it hurts, that every cruel word just feels like butterflies in his stomach, “you can cum now, hoseok,” you murmur to him, kissing his ear softly.

the white cum paints the mirror as you continue to pound into him and jerk him off until he starts to shy away from your touch. you can save overstimulating him for another time. he drops to his knees in front of the mirror, so physically spent that he can’t even stand, breathing heavily as the pleasure still spreads throughout his body.

what a pretty sight to see.

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taglist: @lovingonrepeat @neosincity @sub-hoshi-enthusiast @feelslikelove @maknaeronix @multidreams-and-desires @mellowriting @baa-nana @foenixs @sunflowerkeen @vanillaknj @nct99

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aeondeug · 3 years

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Ok so I made a post about why I didn’t like Gideon initially and I’ve talked to others about it. And I’ve seen a lot of people having the reverse experience. Which is cool, I think. And one I’m not surprised by if I think about how the two characters are introduced initially. Like, maybe Gideon’s humor is dumb but also she’s not the one being like “Oh man, it is time to systematically destroy this woman’s hopes that she has finally done it and escaped from me and my hell planet,” at the start of the book. Harrow is though. Harrow’s intro is very...Harrow. It’s very fitting for what is learned about her later on.

Anyway. I feel a desire to like. Write about the other half of this equation. And why it was that I instantly latched onto Harrow so hard. So like I said in the first post. Harrow’s got STYLE. She’s got like bone jewelry and wears all black and has skull face paint. She uses her own blood as ink for her fountain pen (it being a fountain pen matters) and she gets said blood by stabbing herself in the cheek. Also she’s a necromancer, which is just icing on the cake. Harrow’s entire fashion statement appeals to me as someone raised by a goth who ended up like...Never goth fashion or subculture wise, but someone who was a kid that Dreamed of being goth fashion wise. Alas, I went to a boring uniform school and also was too nervous of such things.

Harrow just LOOKS cool. Harrow is the sort of person that a dumb 13 year old me would have found the coolest and have viewed as like. An Aspiration. Even though she’s kind of a dumbass and also a dick. I was an edgelord of a kid and an edgelord who knew who Bauhaus were before I could read.

So Harrow’s instantly got fashion on her side. And she’s got her attitude. Which is also important. She does things for style and looks. The narration, which is from Gideon’s perspective, describes the fountain pen filling thing as “one of Harrow’s favorite party tricks”, I believe is the quote. When asked about why there are suddenly skulls all over their room her sole answer to this question is “Ambiance”. And she clearly cares about how she looks. Her paint is often described and a point is made that Gideon’s is not as well put on hers. Also? Her outfit? She’s got like. The bone wrist circlet thingies and her bone studs and her bone choker and the fucking bone chest thing that I am forgetting the word for right now. Harrow cares about appearances.

Which also shows in like...She makes a good show of how well read she is. Takes pride in that fact not just privately, but lets people know it. She runs off and tries to stubbornly do a puzzle on her own. The thing to wake her up from her near death stupor from failing in that is something insinuating they are better than her. And she’s still half dying but takes the time to state that, no, SHE is the best necromancer. Harrow’s got an ego and that shows from early on. Through things like how she dresses, how she talks, how she treats Gideon...

And I saw that and I just kind of instantly latched on. While reading early in the book and seeing her do a bitchy thing, I once joked that “Has anyone ever hugged Harrow?” and then jokingly decided that “No. No one’s hugged Harrow before.” This was a joke that I had made as someone with a rather neglectful family in several respects. And as someone whose general well being in their home was decided by how good I appeared in comparison to the other kids. In that sort of situation, not having much else, I took great pride in my being well read. In being Smart. This eventually made me insufferable as hell and that was crushed into the dirt. Either way, depressing story time aside. I made a joke that indicated that, early on, I had pegged Harrow as someone similarly neglected. As someone with a similar lack of anything going on.

Turns out I was right. Her situation’s very different from my own because of course it is. This is a book about space necromancers, after all. But she was a neglected child. One who had to grow up far too fast and who had a very strict and overbearing religious upbringing. Does that sort of thing cause that sort of concern for aesthetics and bitchery? I dunno. But I made a guess, as a joke, and the guess appeared to be right.

Another thing that I made a bet on with this early on was like...The nature of the relationship. They are the only two of their generation on that planet. Gideon is made out immediately to be like an indentured servant of the family. While Harrow is immediately revealed to be a high status fancy nun queen with a fancy title. Harrow’s parents are dead by that point and had been dead for a while. But, I knew, that theoretically they were not dead at some point. A point which Gideon had to be old enough to remember, given some of the comments made. Based on their antagonism towards one another and this set up...

A part of me wondered if like they had in fact had like a Favorite and Unfavorite dynamic as kids. Or I guess not actively wondered but like. The thought was in mind. Because I had grown up as The Favorite in a terrible home which had an Unfavorite. And this makes you a terrible person as a kid. So I saw these very small signs at the start of a book which hides most of the cool Harrow facts and interactions in its latter sections. And was like, on some level like, “Ah. You’re a bitch to her because you’re The Favorite. In part.”

I am kind of always looking for abused and neglected Favorites in fiction. One of my favorite characters is Azula. And I’m very fond of Gamora. I have a tendency to find them and latch onto them because like...I am still working through things. A lot of things. Sometimes seeing it in the things I read makes the stuff I am working through less terrifying. Sometimes it gives me a sense of hope. Either way, seeing a thing that is at least somewhat similar helps. And I look out for it. And Harrow apparently just gave off. The Aura. From the very start.

Because lo and behold, she was neglected as fuck and, indeed, the Favorite while Gideon was an Unfavorite so unfavorited that she was viewed as basically cursed and horrifying. And then Harrow was a mean bastard of a child towards her. And then it turns out that Harrow has like 10,000 weird guilt issues. Some of which involve her treatment of Gideon now because...How on earth could you even like her when you grew up with her? Like. How.

But even before those reveals later on...I had been making my guesses. Enough so that one of my earlier jokes about the book was about how no one ever hugged Harrow and how she is out doing this shit for some sense of fucking acknowledgement for once. Because maybe if you’re acknowledged that like...Will count. As your Actual True Affection quota for the day. Harrow was not just stylish and mysterious. She also had little bits and bobs, either that she revealed herself in her few appearances in the early portion of GtN or which were revealed by way of how Gideon talks about her and acts about her, which hinted towards the basic idea of what Harrow’s deal even was.

I did not guess the exact specifics of Harrow’s deal because who the hell could divine that from the first act of the first book. But I did guess at the core idea laying behind the specifics of that deal. And the deal was that she was the neglected but favored child in a really shitty home, who has ended up with an ungodly amount of guilt issues for her behavior and general existence. And it made her mean, guarded, and protective of her image and it gave her an ego sky high. Which you can all see in the first portion of the book to an extent. Even though she is very scarce in said first portion. Which I think is either a tantalizing mystery of “What the fuck is even your problem, Harrow?” or like just enough info in just the right way for people with a similar experience to go “lol no one hugged you when you were a kid” with a knowing prescience.

#the locked tomb #harrowhark nonagesimus #my experience was basically my instantly pegging her for having the same sort of damage #and making fun of her for it #and then realizing i was right and feeling progressively sadder for her

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hajimine · 3 years

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LEX’S 2020 APPRECIATION POST PT. II !

— to the lovely moots & followers who i talk to quite often (or pretty much everyday), this one’s for you.

thank u for being in my life, you made my 2020 so so much better. i’m so grateful october lex decided to make a tumblr acc 🥲

i’ll try my best to keep it kinda short 🥲👍

in alphabetical order:

@4fterh0urs — my omega phoebe 😩‼️ ily so much bc you’re both extremely stupid n extremely smart at the same time. u mean so much to me and i love talking to u even if u call me such weird as nicknames every damn day 😃 you’re so sexy n hella intimidating smfh idk how i was able to make u my bitch (JK PLS DONT KILL MEE) anyways, thanks for being a real one bae + you’re the person i block the most, so you’re special ig 😹👍 ily you’re actually such a sap but u pretend to be all tough heh <33

@archivednikes — my solar system, my wh*re (lovingly) hi bae 😣 ok yk how much i love u but. im gonna tell u again: ILYSM!! OKAY??? please know that you’re such an amazing human being and you’re SO incredibly talented. god i love u so much please take care of yourself baby, you’re always so kind to other people and i hope you can do the same to yourself. once again, i am so fucking glad you decided to slide into my inbox that day, because now i look forward to talking to you every single morning. insert grabby hands ilysm <33

@boosyboo9206 — onyx hi babes! i’m so so grateful for you omg u dont even know it. you always manage to cheer me up with your antics and you’re always here to support me 🥺 whenever i’m down you somehow aways manage to make me feel a lil better. i love talking to u whether it’s about sth as mundane as the weather or even your obsession with the word peepers. thank you for being you, please take care of yourself and stop sleeping so damn late. ilysm <33

@ch4jime — chloe bae!! 😁 hi omg ilysm you’re so cute and cool and nice urghh thanks for always checking up on me! i love love seeing you in my asks, you’re such a lovely person to be around. i seriously need to be better at dropping in other people’s inbox, so just know that i’ll work on hanging out on your blog more often this year bc ily! i wish u all the best and please never stop being you baby mwah <33

@fairyoomi — hi bae 😣😣 how are u?? i know we don’t talk much anymore, and that’s okie, but i still wanna write u this lil note because i’m so thankful i met you here on tumblr. you’re an amazing writer and u were so sweet to me even when i was a teeny blog who didn’t know anyone. i admire u a lot, yknow? thanks for being such a friendly and welcoming person, ily <33

@gu3to — mochi bestieo 🙀 idk if you’ll even see this smh so i’m just gonna text u after this (if i don’t forget to rip) okay so. hello?! you’re so mf cool and you’re a trendsetter 🤩 yes yes im fueling your god complex it’s bc ily smh. you’re so dumb i wanna choke u sometimes but i won’t bc i’m also just as dumb 😁 pls stop disappearing from the face of the Earth okay ilysm you always keep it real and i know i can always count on u to listen to uh... my shit. okay so when are we gonna make out? 🤨 oki bye <33

@hoekageyama — wifey!! maddie baby urghh yk how much i love you, you’re one of my earliest moots im pretty sure? and aaaaa i’m so so glad i decided to be weird as hell and slide into your asks that day (pancreas. sighs. iconic.) you’re my numero uno whenever i wanna bark about hot 2d boys and what i’d let em do to me coughs err yea hehe. please take care of yourself baby you’re such a sweet and kind and loving person and i’m so glad to have you in my life. smh we text each other lovey dovey texts anyway but i still wanna do this for u 😋 ilysm!!! <33

@honeyskawa — lani baby hi! i know you haven’t been super active lately, but i just wanna tell u that i appreciate u so so much!! you honestly made my goddamn week when u sent me that ask about how i inspired you bc what the heck?? never in my life have i expected to have such an impact on someone. you’re a wonderful writer honestly. i love u so much and i hope everything’s going well baby, i’m excited talk to u more whenever you decide to be active on tumblr again <33

@jougogo — kaybae hi!!! you haven’t been on tumblr much lately but hi sexc it’s me lex lol i’ve moved accs hehe 😎 i hope u see this whenever u get your phone back cries. you’re such an amazing person to be around, always so cheerful and friendly, you exude so much positive vibes and ilysm. you always manage to lift up the mood with your sexc self and i admire u for that. you’re so incredibly chaotic and fun to be around ahrgehxhh i appreciate u sm and i hope you’re taking care of yourself bby ily <33

@kemochie — my waluigi, my favorite f*rry, hi 😝 urghhh god we just started talking everyday pretty recently but god. you’re so funny??? and i love bullying u bc u give me so much material to bully u with (ok jkjk i love u that’s why i bully u smh) also, you’re so incredibly supportive and u were actually the one who pushed me to finally post that atsumu fic, even tho stupid me accidentally deleted it LMAOBSBD anw, u bring sm joy in my life, so thank u for that. we’re a small lil filf and you’re the milf to my dilf LMAO ilysm mwah!! <33

@kenmaki — gabbae! virgo bestie!! hi hi !! you’re such a talented person and you’re an amazing writer, and i hope one day u can get past your insecurities and see yourself as the wonderful person u truly are. i love how we were able to relate to each from how similar virgos think + our initial conversation of dick measurements and such will forever be seared into my memory. and congrats on getting a daily railing on the dash HSBDH i don’t look at em i promise lol 🤩🤩 jdbdhdh ilysm bby <33

@miyams �� ren sweet babie hi! you’re so incredibly talented please don’t listen to stupid hate anons. i’ll stab them with a serrated knife if i have to 😠🔪 you’re so flippin cute and sweet i love talking to you, and i love love love whenever u come by my inbox to say hi. i hope we can talk even more in 2021, my dms and asks are always open for u bby (even though i suck at replying right away, sorry abt that huhu) i love u sm baby please take care of yourself <33

@miyasangel — ardie bae 😜 hi sexc!! i still cant believe we talk like everyday now lmaoo i used to think you’re so freaking cool (i still do) and now i’m friends w u whattaheck 🥲 you’re such an amazing writer wtf. i hate that we had to start our friendship on such a sour note (ehem discord ehem) but i’m really glad it brought us closer together. ily cockarden i’ll be sure to bully u even more HAHAGS IM JK makes out w u so hard bc you’re so damn hot ily 😣‼️ <33

@owlywrites — owly baby hello! ily so so much and you’re so talented, you deserve so much recognition. i hope i can read more of your fics soon bc they’re so well written ugh 😣 thanks for always checking up on me and always being so incredibly sweet. i love u so so muchhh huhu i wanna give u the biggest hug in the world :( please take care of yourself and never stop being your genuine self kith kith <33

@rilacry — milfy gorlillola 😜😜‼️ hi sexc. omfg i was so intimidated by u wtf (and i still kinda am smh) bc you’re so cool?? and your writing n carrd making skills are amazing as hell wtf. u just exude BDE bc you’re hella hot AND bc u wanna peg everyone. anyways,, i’m glad we got closer recently, even if it was out of really wack circumstances. ily bae pls stop sticking your memojis everywhere mwah <33

@rintaroll — my kue tete ☹️☹️ ilysm smh bye i can’t believe we’re close now wtf you’ve always been so cool and sexc 😩‼️ oh god i rmb when u were still on your old acc and u seemed so out of reach and i was a lil intimidated ANDBDJD SHHH but yea now ik you’re just a big h word dork and i love u for that 😣 i wish u all the best for your singing career bby you’re such a talented writer AND singer wtf. also you’re so pretty???? wtf how rude 😠 JKJK HAHHSBD ilysm kithes u so hard <33

@tetsoleil — geegee!! hi baby 😣 thanks for being such a sweet human being ily! it’s been a while since we actually talked yeah? but i still want u to know that i love u a lot and i appreciate u so much. i’m so so grateful you’re in my life because you’re such a joy to be around. you’re an amazing writer bby and i hope you get the recognition u deserve. i’m always here for u if u need anything. ilysm bby <33

@velvetfireworks — rachie bae 🤩 my bakso goreng, my golden kiwi!!! ily!! hehe im so glad i decided to slide in your dms when u asked me if i was indo. but ahhhh you’re ao sweet and cute and supportive ilysm. an amaaazing writer and i admire your work so much, but i think you’ve heard me say that multiple times before. i’m so glad we became closer recently through our love for greasy food and wonky lil faces 👁💋👁 kith kith ilysm <33

@yato-o — yato baby hi!! urgh honestly i appreciate u so so much?? i feel so lucky to be able to get to know you. i don’t even remember how we met but ahhh thank u for always stopping by and have a chat with me even though i know you’re a busy person. please take care of yourself and get some rest whenever u need to! don’t feel pressured to come on here if you’re tired baby, im so grateful to have u in my life, i luv youu <33

HAPPY NEW YEAR YOU SEXY BAES!

kisses, lex

#💬#bye this took me so long #the biggest kithes for u all mwa

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thegc4life · 4 years

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Do you any other Hawks fic ideas you'd like to write? Or is Hawks-sensei all you've got on your mind right now?

Wyv. You know not what you ask. I have to put them in categories, Wyv. Categories.

Kid!Hawks:

-Kid!Hawks growing up with the LOV (both as a permanent thing and various ridiculous drabbles) This involves Unwilling Big Brother Shigaraki, scarily willing Big SisterToga who knows all the coolest knife tricks, Best Uncle Twice who sometimes on his real good days doubles as temporary Dad, the Dad who teaches you how to hot wire cars and laugh people’s money straight out of their wallets Compress, mother-henning can-not-leave-you-alone-for-one-god-damn-minute Spinner, True Mom Kurogiri, Big Sis Mag who seems to be the only actual one that realizes that children need to sleep at some point for the love of god, extremely confused but horrifically soft Dabi who may or may not eventually turn his whole life around because of this feathered idiot that needs someone to make sure he lives a happy life whether it be a permanent shrinking or not. Oh, and Machia. The best Mountain Monster Dog brother (?) a boy could ask for.

-Kid!Hawks with UA (staff edition) also both in temporary and permanent circumstances. Temporary is already in progress. Permanent? Oh boy, permanent world. They raise him within UA so as to keep him from the Commission. Hawks often sits in on their classes with coloring books, picture books, or just to sit there and watch them. He is very smart. He picks up on things, but mostly he just likes being around all the staff. He picks a new person to sleep with every week because some of them have really shitty sleep schedules and even as a kid he knows they would feel bad keeping him up, thus forcing them to go to bed through good-person guilt so he tragets the sleepiest looking people for the week (hint: Aizawa gets picked a lot, and even if he’s not sleep deprived Hawks would pick him because he adores his grumpy cat Dad). Thirteen does crafts with him all the time. She watches every kid show and gets really into it with him. Hawks and Mic make the meals and they sing the entire time. They sing together throughout the day. Hawks will chirp out a line of notes and out of nowhere Hizashi will burst in to sing the lyrics. Midnight reads him bedtime stories cause her voices are the best. She does his nails and lets him do hers. He practices on the UA students to surprise her with new designs (the students fall over their own feet to offer to be his test subject). Snipe does little challenges with him. Things that, while technically helping him get used to controlling his quirk, are more fun than anything else because Hawks enjoys using his feathers in games. Hawks dresses up like a cowboy for an entire month, quoting old western movies and driving everyone but a very proud Snipe up the wall. Hound Dog and Hawks go on walks together ALL THE TIME. They explore the woods around UA and Hound Dog tells Cementoss to change up the geography every once in a while so they have something new to explore. He teaches Hawks how to go camping and Hawks fricken adores him and is always on his shoulders just kicking his feet or napping in Hound Dogs hair. Ectoplasm is Hawks favorite person to play any kind of tag based game because the others are too easy to catch with his feathers. But with Ectoplasm and all his clones? hawks goes nuts. Ectoplasm cried once when Hawks asked Aizawa for peg legs for Halloween and when someone asks him if he wants to be a pirate he says no because he wants to be a super cool hero like Ecto for Halloween. No one will be as cool as him. Hawks fricken loves Vlad. Like, adores him. Whenever Vlad is in the room Hawks will just go hang off his shoulders, or tuck under his arms with a book to read, or just lean against him. He has a little stuffed bull dog that has Vlad’s exact resting bitch face and carries it with him every time he leaves the dorm because he feels safer with it. He goes to Vlad when he’s injured because Vlad just takes care of it, gives him a hug, and doesn’t tell him to be more careful. Just asks if Hawks learned something and moves on. Hawks and Nezu are penpals. They see eachother every single day, but they are penpals. Hawks grows up with the most beautiful calligraphy handwriting because he keeps trying to out-do Nezu’s. He absolutely tattles on every single teacher in these letters, giving Nezu years worth of blackmail. Hawks thinks Nezu is a stuffed animal until he is fourteen because Nezu never fesses up. He just thinks the staff is even cooler for letting a stuffed animal run the place. He only ever cries around Nezu.

-Kid!Hawks UA(Student edition): So many. There’s lines I’ve written where they’re still in school when Hawks is kidified. When they’re already pros. In Canon, in Hawks-sensei, I even a small blurb sentence of Deku running a preschool that Hawks gets put into in an AU with quirks still. I can’t even... there’s too many students, cause I’d do all 1-A and 1-B. My favorite one to randomly wake up in a panick and write about though is the one where it’s Hawks-sensei verse based and Kid!Hawks gets taken in by the Monoma family. Rui and Eiko are older and Monoma is a pro-hero by then. The pure amount of fluff, sass, and Hawks spoiling that will happen. Big Brother Rui and Bigger Sister Eiko. I think about this one a lot.

-I’m currently (slowly but progressing) writing a gift for @saltwater-sweets where Kid!Hawks is taken in by the Uraraka family. Like, he’s not even shrunk in this one. Uraraka’s newlywed parents were involved in the accident he first saved people in and they found him before the Commission. They realized his homelife situation and opened their home to him and now he is Uraraka’s big brother and that one line I threw out there? About him being a global superpower in household moving? Teaming up with Uraraka for that? Yeah.

-Kid!League of Villains and adult Hawks. Yeah, you heard me. They all get shrunk instead of him. And he can’t just... turn them in. They’re kids. They haven’t done any of the crimes their older counterparts have. And if it’s a permanent thing? They stay kids? Then he has a chance to really, truly save them. To give them the happy lives stolen from them. The Commission doesn’t like that. So Hawks takes them and runs. Dabi can be an adult too, I guess, if that’s the ship or something, but I just really wanna write Kid!LOV and Dad!Hawks.

-Kid!Aizawa. Dad!Hawks. Same concept. Beautiful dream. Need I say more.

-Kid!Hawks, Best Jeanist

-Kid!Hawks Gang Orca

-Kid!Hawks RUMI!!

Vigilante Hawks:

- Raven was born and I dived down that rabbit hole so fast I went back in time. Raven. But from a way earlier age. Those guys mugging Hawks when he was fifteen? The spark. Hawks stayed on the streets, he never went back, and he learned some things. He got some freedom, learned some shit, and realized that hero society was pretty fucked up. Shigaraki starts the LOV up and realizes there’s this whole underground community he was never aware of that Hawks has been building for years. It’s great.

-Hawks was never found by the Commission so he was never ‘Hawks’. His Dad raised him as a criminal but Hawks, with his little heart of gold, took every chance he could to make something good out of the bad deeds. Then he got old enough and he took full control. You ever seen the Levi OVA’s of Attack on Titan? Where he’s walking down the stairs and you realize every single person there is part of a huge ass gang of awesome with Levi at the head? That. THAT.

-Hawks loses his shit in Canon and goes completely AWOL. full Feral. He sees the problems, and he is prepared to do whatever it takes get rid of them. Whatever it takes.

AU Hawks

-Horribly injured, recently retired at the ripe old age of 23, and looking for something to save him from depression. Hawks meets Todoroki Fuyumi who gets him a job at her school. This one makes my brain happy.

-Takami Keigo and Todoroki Natsuo meet in college, graduate together, join the same hospital, and open one as partners as soon as they can. Ship or no ship, they go through their entire lives together. (I just... I really like the Todoroki sibs, okay?)

-Takami Keigo was born a lot earlier. So much, earlier, in fact that he is classmates with this overly optimistic ball of light named Yagi Toshinori and the grumpy ball of flame Todoroki Enji. Big Three anyone? Also, everyone needs a dumb smart birb to keep them sane. Hawks loves his friends, and he’ll kick anyone’s ass that tries to hurt them be it physically, mentally, or emotionally. Also, he meets Nana.

-I LOVE THE IMAGINARY KAMAKIRI FAMILY DYNAMIC OKAY?! literally anything with Hawks involved in their lives, okay?! I did not expect to spiral so hard when I made up Hideo and his relationship with Kamakiri but my god did I spiral! I just really love them!

-I’m a sucker for the classics. Tattoo/flower. Coffee shop. College. Roommates. Love.

- (she made me write this) a story surrounding the amazing love story of my sister and Iida Tenya with Aizawa crashes the wedding even though he was invited and Mirio is her maid of honor, with Eri as the ring bearer, and All Might is the flower girl. Twice is the officiator. Uraraka releases a flock of fake pigeons (not real ones cause they don’t deserve that). Oh, and everyone else is there too, I guess. Except for Mineta. Cause he’s in jail.

Right now, at this very moment, I can not for the life of me think of any others but I KNOW there’s at least seven more that I just can’t remember because my brain is work dead. Wyv. @wyvernspirit do you see what you’ve opened here? Close the box! Close it before it’s too late! There is always more! I am never without MORE ideas!

#adorable bean response #pandoras box #i only vaguely spell checked

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lovelykat001 · 6 years

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Bully- Peter x Reader

Request: If you can, could you make a Peter Parker x reader imagine where the reader gets bullied a lot and is made fun of for being smart and then Peter asks her out because he genuinely likes her but then she doesn't believe him and says like "You don't have to go through with the dares." Or something? Thank you!! I love your blog!

Word count: 2,305

Warnings: mild cursing, bullying

A/N- I hope this is okay, I took some artistic liberties with it and made the bullying the main point of the fic instead of the main focus being the relationship. Hope you like it!

Midtown School of Science and Technology was just the perfect school, right? Wrong. Everyone thought that the people that went there were just perfect specimens. Everyone’s great little think-tanks. Well you know what happens when you put a bunch of ‘perfect specimens’ together in a high school setting? Spoiler alert: The same thing that happens in a normal high school.

There were still cliques and cool kids. There were still bad teachers and terrible lunch food. There were still drug dealers and bullies. And no one was safe from the bullies. You would think that if you were being made fun of for one thing, the person who was the exact opposite of you would be safe, but no. If you were dumb, you were bullied. If you were smart, you were bullied. Below what they considered ‘average weight,’ you were bullied. Above what they considered ‘average weight,’ you were bullied. These people are vicious.

“Hey, Y/L/N,” you sighed and closed your locker door. The lead jackasses of the school approached you. The main one, Weston, is the one that spoke to you. “Why are you carrying all those books?”

As much as they intimidated you sometimes, you were still sassy back. “Maybe it has something to do with the fact I’m about to go to class? You should try it sometime.”

Weston’s face fell for a second before he grimaced. “You don’t need all those books; you’re smart enough without them. Give somebody else a chance to answer some questions, would you?”

That’s what confused you. You never talk in class so why does he think that you just answer questions constantly. Literally you only ever raise your hand when nobody else does and the teacher’s getting angry because no one knows the answer. You were the last resort answer machine. “See your tone says that you meant that to be offensive but all you did was tell me how smart I am. So I’m just going to say,” you put your hand on your heart and made your voice higher to be clear you were mocking him, “Oh my goodness! Thank you, Weston! I know you’re like my number one fan. Gotta go, see ya later, sweetie!”

Like that, you walked off to class leaving a stunned and angry group of bullies and a very impressed Peter Parker. Peter hated that they bullied you and he always wants to go up and help you, but you never need help. You are such a badass that he just stops to watch you hand it to him. Basically everyone within hearing distance shuts up to hear you tell him off. It’s so satisfying to watch the guy that makes everyone else’s life hell, get mocked for a bit. Peter doesn’t think you know how much the rest of the school admires you for that.

Class went fine as far as classes go. Once again you didn’t say a word except for ‘bless you’ when someone sneezed. Really you just wanted to go home because you knew that on the days that Weston messed with you, he wouldn’t stop. He would always take a class or two to think of more ways to mess with you.

His next place of attack was the lunchroom. That was a big mistake. For him.

As you walked into the lunchroom, Weston’s table immediately saw you and started scrambling for something. You rolled your eyes and began to walk to your usual table. Unfortunately, that meant you had to walk past his table. When you were a few steps from his table, one of Weston’s goons shouted to the entire room.

“Attention! Attention! Thank you all for coming to this performance. Weston take it away.”

Suddenly Weston’s head popped out from under the table and he was wearing a wig matching your hair color. You have no idea where he would have gotten it on such short notice so you figured he had planned this before.

“Look at me, I’m Y/N!” he mocked your voice. “I’m just so smart and such a nerd. Quick, ask me anything!”

He turned to one of his friends who quickly asked him to explain wormholes.

“Oh, please. I don’t have time for such juvenile questions. I have to go contemplate life’s bigger questions with more qualified individuals who are actually worth my time, peasants.” Weston got up to bow as his entire table howled with laughter and clapped. The rest of the lunch room was quiet waiting to see what you would do.

You looked around the room. No teachers, typical. You started clapping. “Woooh! Let’s give it up for Weston everybody!” Everyone started clapping slightly but looked around more confused. However, the people who looked most confused were Weston and his group. “I didn’t know I was going to get first row seats to a Broadway show today.” There were a few chuckles throughout the cafeteria. “I have to say, the first act was a little…” you waved your hand in a ‘so- so’ motion, “but you guys really pulled through with the Second Act and you finished strong.”

Now the cafeteria was really smiling and laughing. And it was in your favor! You continued talking, “Now you have some characterization issues with your main character. I don’t think you really know who they are. Maybe you should take some time to get to know people before making everyone out to be the bad guy. But of course this is just a game for you.”

A chorus of “oooh’s” echoes around the room. Weston gets immediately angry. “You’re just a bitch!”

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” That made the cafeteria go wild. You smugly walked off right after telling him “Better luck next time.”

Peter, along with the rest of room, was amazed. He decided right then and there that he had to get to know you better. He had known of you for a long time. He had always admired your intelligence which is why it confused him that you were made fun of for it. So Peter picked up his tray and went to sit across from you at your table.

As soon as Peter sat down, your eyes shot up towards him. He let out a meek “Hi.”

You cautiously said “Hello…” He didn’t say anything after you greeted him so you kept talking. “I don’t mean to sound rude to you, but is there a reason you’re sitting here?”

“Oh- well, uh. I just wanted to…” You looked at him expectantly. “I’m going to be honest. I came over here on a whim before I had made a plan of action in my head and now I just look like an idiot.”

You chuckled. “You don’t look like an idiot.” You reassured him. “No matter what Weston says. Anyway, was there something you wanted to ask me or talk to me about?”

“Yeah, um. I was wondering if you, uh, maybe might want to sometime hang out with me?”

You looked toward Weston’s table. This had to be a sick joke. “Look, you don’t have to go through with the dares.”

“Wait, what?” Peter looked genuinely confused.

“Weston put you up to this, right? Gets my crush to ask me out on a date so I say yes and then you stand me up, they drive by and make fun of me and then you’re cool by association. Am I right?” You sighed and didn’t meet his eyes.

“Oh! No, no no no no. That’s not what this is. I just genuinely want to hang out with you. And did you say you had a crush on me?” Your cheeks grew red and you crossed your arms. “It’s okay, I won’t make you say it again. But anyway, I actually really like you. I think you’re so smart and funny and quick-witted. You do realize the whole school looks up to you, right?”

That only made you blush more. “The whole school looks up to me?”

“Of course! Anytime Weston says anything to you everyone shuts up so they can hear you knock him down a peg.” Peter looked into your eyes and smiled at you.

“And you said you liked me?” you smirked.

Peter blushed and broke eye contact for a quick second. “Yeah, I kinda did say that. It’s true, I do like you.”

You smiled at Peter. About five tables away from you Weston had knocked someone’s lunch tray out of their hands and was laughing about it. You looked at the poor kid who was being bullied.

“I have an idea.” You said and Peter raised his eyebrows. You smirked, “Are you free for a special kind of date tonight?”

*Later that night*

“I can’t believe we’re breaking in to the school.” Peter said from behind you as you jimmied the lock.

“It’s fine. Honestly, for this school being full of science and technology nerds you’d think they’d have some sort of high tech security system. But nope, just a lock.” You opened the door and walked through with Peter following you.

“This is really thrilling!” Peter was having an adrenaline rush.

You stopped at a locker, “Okay, this is his locker. You got the bag?” Peter nodded and handed over the book bag. You and Peter started setting up the prank and joking with each other. Suddenly you got a serious tone. “Peter?” You sat back on the floor.

Peter stopped what he was doing and looked at you. “Yeah?”

“Is this wrong? Like… Does this make us just as bad as him?”

Peter sat down next to you. “That certainly is the bigger question here. But if I’m being honest, I don’t think it does. Weston harasses people every day. He verbally, and sometimes physically abuses people. He makes people cry and hate themselves and hate coming to school. I don’t think us pulling this silly little prank on a bully makes us just as bad as him. He obviously has some problems that he needs to work through and he should really talk to a counselor about that, but that doesn’t give him a right to bully people.”

You nodded. “You’re right. Hopefully after we do this, he’ll see how it feels to have everyone laugh at him and he’ll stop bullying people. Then we can maybe try to be civil and talk to him about seeing someone for his issues.”

Peter smiled at you. “See? We’re good people. There’s nothing wrong with a harmless prank. Now let’s finish this up.” He gave you a hand and pulled you up.

*The Next Day*

You and Peter met up in the morning and hung out in the vicinity of Weston’s locker. His locker was central in the area where a lot of people like to hang out so there were many people around. You and Peter spread word to a couple of people that were a little close to the locker that they might want to back up whenever Weston shows up. And as soon as Weston walked through the doors, they did.

He walked over to his locker and multiple people were looking at him in anticipation. He put in his locker combination and you grabbed Peter’s hand. Not that he minded. Weston went to open his locker and there was a high pitched noise. Him and his friends gathered closer to see what was making the noise when it happened. A pink explosion went all over him and his goons. You thanked whatever Gods there were that he had decided to wear white pants today.

The whole hallway erupted into laughter. “Who did this?”

You decided to speak up. “Hmmm? Who could be capable of doing this? Surely they’d have to be really smart. Right, Weston? Can you think of someone that you bully all the time that would be capable of doing this?”

You could tell he was furious, but also embarrassed. “Oh, wait! That’s just about the whole school. You have to be really smart to get in here, Weston. Yet you make fun of people every day. You give everyone shit and they don’t deserve it. You’re just a bully. If I ever see you bully anyone ever again, I’m not going to be so nice the next time.” You stepped closer to Weston so only he could hear you. “I don’t know what your situation is at home so I’m not going to pretend to know. But I think you should really talk to someone about your feelings because you can’t just keep taking it out on other people. It’s just sad and pathetic.”

Everyone cheered you on as you took Peter by the hand and led him outside. Peter turned to you and said, “Y/N that was amazing! You stood up to him for everyone!”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, “So you don’t think I’m a bad person?”

Peter shook his head. “No, not at all. I heard what you said to him after. I can tell you really do want him to get better. You could never be a bad person. And that’s why I like you.” You smiled up at him. “Now what do you say I take you on a more conventional date tonight?”

“I’d love that.” You placed a quick kiss on his cheek and both of you blushed as you walked back into school to go to class.

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Tagged: @aesthetjic @kalteneckr

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binbonsadoration · 6 years

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Say Something - Part 8

Nick Tortano x Reader

Summary: You and Nicky Tortano are old friends that grew up in the same neighborhood and went to the same schools - childhood best friends. What happens when life takes you both down two different paths, causing you two to drift only to bring you together ten years later as undercover cops trying to bring down one of the biggest drugs rings in Boston?

Only time can tell.

A/N: This will be a collaborative work by myself and the amazing @benbarnesescape. Nicky doesn’t get near enough love, and so, here we are making sure that he gets at least a little slice of the love that he so deserves. We do hope you enjoy it <3

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7

Nicky found himself still in confusion, his eyes watching the supposed couple take their route out of the small diner and out into the chill air. Swallowing thickly, there was a moment where Nicky just remembered. Days where things were different, where you would find the steps toward him instead of away. The thoughts had his jaw clenching, the muscle tight and he breathed out.

What was he going to do now? Your last encounter wasn’t the best, a scene that he tried his best to dismiss even if all he wanted to do was protect himself.

Protect you.

His world had crumbled that day, the love that he had in his heart fading into nothing more than ashes in the wind, and all he wanted to do was bury himself in the pain. To be numb, and never allow himself to experience anything like that again. It had been your presence that reminded him of that moment. The last of the light slipping away, leaving him with a heart buried in the darkness that dwelled within his hometown.

A darkness that he would soon find himself sinking into without hesitation.

A darkness that he accepted, and approached without fail.

A place that was home now.

His steps leading him away were slow, hesitant. Features were scrunched, that evident debate sketched against his hardened features that dared someone to challenge him in that moment. Ever since that day within the library he wanted to make it up to you. Asked about you when he wasn’t given a task to complete for Sal, a hope that you were doing well.

‘A boyfriend...’ The words echoed against the air, as a frustrated breath escaped dry lips.

The word was foreign in his mouth, his thought on the image of you. The more matured version of the girl he once well so well. The version that occupied his thoughts, his dreams, only to be replaced with an image of you with this guy that was named ‘James’. Emotions were a bitch, that much Nicholas Tortano was aware of. Those feelings that he tried so desperately to rid himself of. That was always the case until he found himself face to face with you. Found himself wanting to reach out, to fix all the stupid mistakes that he had made, and admit once more that love that he only had for you.

Sure, he had his fun. Those that Y/N described as cute, dumb and easy. Those girls were never something that was a permanent fixture. Nothing more than a means to an end. Something that would pass the time, allow him to lose himself if only for a moment.

While Nicky wanted you to be happy, prayed for it even, the thought that your happiness didn’t involve him bothered the absolute hell out of him. He had always seen the two of you together, a house that you built into your own in Boston with a couple pair of feet pattering down the hallway with a soft giggle that would immediately have a smile venturing to your lips.

Needless to say, the thought of you with someone else – a guy that was nothing like Nicky. A guy that had his shit together, wasn’t putting his time and energy into something that would ultimately get him killed; smart, and able to give you anything that you needed, or hell … anything that you wanted.

Another breath surged from his lips, something of frustration and anger balled up within in his chest while he fought off the tight feeling that had fingers tightening against the paper bag in his grasp. Jamming his free hand within his pocket, fingers caught the paper that lingered in his pocket. Paper that had him debating, eyes narrowing slightly at the scribbled numbers that peered back at him. It only took a moment before the decision was made. His pace coming a bit quicker before he was standing in front of his apartment.

It wasn’t much. A small space that gave him all he needed in terms of commodities. It wasn’t as though he lived there, not really, when his head would find the pillow of his latest conquest. That wasn’t what was on his mind in that moment, as he tore into the bag and stripped away his jacket.

His mind came skimming back to that moment. The way your lips pressed against another’s, feeling that immediate green eyed monster take hold before another breath escaped his lips. Taking a seat on his couch, fingers gripped at the burger, but his eyes took in that same piece of paper.

So many questions took hold. A need to know why she was so interested in what was doing by the docks. Why she was other there in the first place? The way she immediately went into defense the moment that his fingers reached for your arm.

There was so much that he needed answers to. Especially when it came to him.

Did you still love him?

Did you still love him the way that you once had?

The way that he still did.

‘....fuck it.’

Reaching out for the paper, arms that were now on display flexed as he gathered the paper in his grasp before he pulled the device from his back pocket.

The past was slowly beginning to catch up to him. The visions of you when he protected you. Was the one that made sure that if someone bothered you would be dealing with him. Something that he still would put out into the world, except you didn’t need protecting any longer. Not when you were the one pulling a knife and catching him off guard.

He needed answers.

Maybe that was why he was dialing your number without another thought, his tall frame leaning back against his worn couch while holding onto a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding onto.

‘Hello?’

The sound of your voice had him breathing out, a twinge of nerves coming to him before he was smirking.

‘Hey, angel.’

It only took a moment for the recognition to kick in, the sigh sounding on the opposite end that had him smirking that much more.

‘You weren’t done with our conversation?’

He inquired, flipping the script regardless of the fact that all he wanted to do was confess his forgiveness once more. He had never meant to hurt that. That wasn’t what that was all about. He wanted to protect you, knew that with the death of his Mother that his life wouldn’t do anything but spiral into an oblivion that he couldn’t have you connected to. A request lingering on the lips of those that ran the town lingering in his ears before his Mother fell ill. A promise that if he took care of them, that it would be a returned notion. Something that fell on deaf ears until his heart shattered into a million pieces, his Father losing his job and wanting better for his brother. There was no other choice – not in his eyes when he agreed to the terms and conditions of a life that would require some blood shed, and his finger permanently hovering over the trigger of his 9mm.

There was a beat of silence, something that he didn’t expect until you were finally talking and Nicky was left with a narrowing gaze settling on the dingy paint that covered his walls.

‘You sure are curious about the ‘bad boys on the playground’? Or, so you like to call them. Why so interested?’

His own curiosity was pegged, and regardless of the fact that she had brushed it off as being concerned about him. Something that he believed, though getting the sense there was more that she was telling him. Nicky knew the reactions of those that were in it on the opposite side of things. While most would have seen him as a ‘bad guy’, one of the those that was on the wrong side of the tracks, causing trouble and adding to the news that coursed the screen that had citizens gasping in disbelief. He was only doing what he thought was necessary.

While others thought of him as dangerous, a made man, it was the secret that laid behind that title that many didn’t know about the man. Something that Y/N knew all too well. It was one thing to pound his fist into someone’s face, send the butt of the gun into someone’s temple, but when it came to ending someone life was a very different thing. These people that got in the way of his boss – they were human beings with families – wives, children, and he had already watched the life drain from his own Mother. He refused to watch someone else, to experience the pain that someone else would feel in finding out that their Father or loved one was killed in cold blood.

The thought had him sighing out, swallowing almost harshly as he listened to the familiar voice on the opposite end of the phone.

Listening to the explanation, something that sounded more like an excuse, he cut you off.

‘I’m sure you have a great reasoning, but … I need you to listen to me.’

It took a moment to get your attention, some convincing on his part, where he had to cut you on more than one occasion.

‘Y/N – please, just let me talk for a minute.’

There was continued talking, an almost frustration in your voice when he heaved a sigh.

‘Y/N – damn it! Will you please listen to me for a fuckin’ minute?’

The frustration was evident, a tone that hung loosely over his words as you fell into silence that felt hesitation.

‘I love you. I always have – hell, always will. Seeing you with .. whatever the fuck his name was bothered the absolute hell outta me.’

Words came with a softness, a bitterness that hung in the air when he thought of the two of you together within the diner.

‘You were always my end game. Ever since we were kids, and regardless of the fact that you don’t believe me – yeah, I may have went for the cute, dumb and easy, but you .. you’re the one that always lingered in my head in knowing that I could never have you. That I wanted to have you by my side, protecting you, being the person that you needed – and you pushed me away. I’m sorry that I did the same. I was scared, worried, and broken – I didn’t want you to see me that way, and I knew that you deserved better. You didn’t need the boy that lost his world and was swallowed up by the darkness. I knew that I could never be the man that you needed .. the man you deserved, but I want to try. You can’t tell me that you don’t want to see where it would go?’

There was a bit of silence, speaking once more before you could allow the words to flow.

‘I have some things to take care of tomorrow morning, but meet me by the docks around .. lets say one?’

While word were stated in the form of a question, it was more of a statement that seemed to be answered with a knowing sigh that made a smirk quirk against his lips.

‘See you then, angel.’

With that he was hanging up the phone, a hope that things would change.

That if you agreed that he would have to keep what he was involved in a secret, the only way to protect the few people that he loved in his world.

To protect you.

tags: @just-nikkii, @ladyblablabla, @drinix, @youveseen–thebutcher, @marauderskeeper, @thesandbeneathmytoes, @cutie-bug, @banditthewriter

#ben barnes #nicky tortano #by the gun #nicky x reader #collab writing #benbarnesescape #blackbird #say something

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archerarrowbowman · 3 years

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With a flourish of his short cape, he exclaimed, “You pathetic heroes will never defeat me! I will-” Fire exploded through the bank doors revealing a new villain, who stood arrogantly in the settling dust, so cocksure of himself that he could defeat the four rookies and a D-list villain that stood inside.

The D-list villain rolled his eyes, it was a pathetic bid, an easy win for someone like that.

The heroes didn't move, looking between the current villain and the newcomer, “Excuse me,“ the current villain said, annoyed, “I am in the middle of something here, so if you wouldn't mind waiting your turn?”

The newcomer laughed rudely, “I think i'll be taking over now, it shouldn't be too hard with only a few useless wannabes and a, what are you? A magician?” He laughed again and the villain looked down at his black suit and touched his large brimmed hat with his beloved cane, more offended that he couldn't come up with a better insult than ‘magician’. Honestly, he got that at least three times a week, neither heroes nor villains could come up with anything more creative?

He stopped laughing abruptly and glared at the heroes who were still surrounding the D-list villain, having frozen in shock and fear. This is why I am here, the villain thought with a roll of his eyes and reached for the gun that was holstered at his waist. The heroes had failed to take notice of it and remove it from his person, he’ll have to teach them a lesson or two next time, once he’d dealt with this idiot for endangering his “students”.

“I think i’ll start wi-” The newcomer paused at the sight of a gun being pointed to his head, the D-lister’s cape flapped dramatically in the draft that the explosion had created and he laughed uproariously. Again. It was really starting to get on the villain’s nerves. This prick was like an obnoxious class clown that no one found funny And he kept on laughing at his own bad jokes. Irritating. “And what,” the clown said in between gasps, “are you going to do with that? Shoot me?” He laughed again and the villian shot.

The few people in the bank, covered their ears at the loud noise except for the villain, who was wearing earplugs.

Water rained down from above the laughing twit from where he shot the fire system, “You missed,” the newcomer taunted.

The villain holstered his gun and raised an eyebrow, “Iceman,” the hero in question looked at him, “You need a better name, now, powers, go,” Stunned, Iceman did what he was told and froze the dripping dolt where he stood. Finally, he stopped laughing, but was covered in frost and was held in place by the fact that his muscles were too cold to move.

Win-win.

“Metal-mover,” she looked at him, more aware now, than her counterparts. She used her power to grab some scrap metal that was lying on the floor and used it to wrap around the vil-sicle (he grimaced, glad he didn't say it outloud) to restrain him before he thawed out. “Metal,” she looked at him again confused at what more he could say, “your name is far too obvious,” she stared at him petulantly and crossed her arms. There should be an obligatory creative writing class for all aspiring heroes, honestly.

The villain moved closer to the downed dumbass with his customary exaggerated flair and leaning on his cane, he pressed it into the bastard’s shoulder. He felt a shink and heard groan as the hidden blade sunk into him, “Ta-da,” he said smugly. Pulling the blade out of the man, he pushed it back into the cane with the floor. Reaching for his breast pocket, he looked at the current occupants of the bank, “Don't be cocky. It is very annoying,” and pulled out his phone, taking a picture of the fallen fool. Pressing a few more buttons he returned it to his pocket and turned towards the heroes, one of which had their hand up. Confused and a little concerned, the villain gestured, “Yes?”

“Why did you help us?”

“I didn’t help you,” he defended, “I just didn't want anyone to mess with my carefully planned crime,” trying to get back to where they were before the rude interruption,he continued “As i was saying: you will nev-” another hero had her hand up and he sighed “What, what is it, what do you want?”

“How was it carefully planned if you were losing? Couldn't you have escaped?” she said and the others agreed with her.

The villain looked away in disbelief, “I was not losing. You just didn't -”

“Who were you texting?”

“What are you, children?” there was a general murmur of either an offended ‘i'm in college!’ and ‘yeah pretty much’.

He shook his head, unbelievable, the lot of them. I swear I'm going to have a word about that with someone, the age limit should be higher, he thought.

“Well technically, we beat him,” metal-mover shouted, “So are you going to surrender or are we going to have to beat you too?” A chorus of cheers came from the rookies who took up their battle stances and prepared with newfound confidence. He rolled his eyes at them and prepared for the battle.

Just then two men, wearing boiler suits, walked in through the hole in the wall. One picked up the frozen villain by his metal bar restraint and waited as the second pinned the other villain’s arm gently behind his back, “Hey! I am trying to commit a crime here, if you don't mind,” he fought half-heartedly against the cleaner as they repaired the hole with their own powers and dragged both villains out the newly fixed door, leaving the rookie heroes celebrating their success in his wake.

***

In an office one would expect the professionals to dress professionally, but the casual attire worn by the three officials of the hero headquarters were hardly out of place. The villain sat in front of them, repeatedly pressing the useless button he had installed on his cane in boredom, waiting for them to speak.

“Rex, did you have to stab the guy?”

“He’s a villain,” he replied, crossing his legs, “I’m a villain. Why are you complaining?”

“It just seems a little unnecessary. By our reports he was already down,” the one on the right answered, twisting the string of his hoodie between his fingers.

“Oh, like the unnecessary amount of times he laughed? If you were there you would have kicked him through the wall.” He said with a roll of his eyes. Ugh.

They laughed in agreement and luckily it was less obnoxious and far more friendly, “The rookies,” the middle one said with more seriousness, “Anyone with half a brain could figure out you’re not just a D-list villain that just happened to rob a bank near them-”

“Well technically I didn't do anything, soo,” he shrugged and grinned.

“But you still clearly instructed them on what to do.” she retorted.

“They listened, that's hardly my fault.”

The official sighed. She knew it wouldn't change his mind, “You are impossible to work with.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything else to report?” she asked, diverting the conversation to a more useful subject,

Rex sat up, now paying attention, “Ah, yes. This win they claimed, will make them confident, bordering on arrogance, seeing as they beat an A-list villain, even though they froze up and needed explicit instruction.” he said, ”So I was planning to have Marky take them down a few pegs, which will hopefully make them more cautious than if they just worked their way up with experience. You know. If they're smart. Which, I mean; Do they pick their own names or are they assigned?” he asked, innocently.

The three looked unimpressed.

Rex stood up and leant on his cane, “Well, if you need me: find someone else,” He turned and left out the double doors, his cape adding necessary drama to his exit.

***

Rex stood on a roof ledge shouting at the rookie heroes in triumph, ”You pathetic heroes will never defeat me! I will-” the bricks shook and knocked the villain off balance but he managed to regain it before he fell and looked at the newcomer. Intimidating or not, How many times are dumb people going to break the script?

“Excu-” He never finished. The new villain, using his powers, slammed him into a wall. peeling off, he fell to the floor as the audacity of this bitch hit him harder than bricks ever could, but he lay there unmoving and watched as his rookie heroes took up their battle stances, hands shaking, as the villain made his speech, “I am not here to play games,” he began, the sound grated on Rex’s ears and made him want to crawl out of his skin, he knew a villain should have an evil sounding voice, but this was just a crime against nature, “So i'll ask this only once: surrender.”

At least he’s not laughing.

By this time, the fastest of the professional heroes had turned up and were attempting to escort civilians and the grateful rookies out of the area. But the villain noticed. He pulled the ground from under their feet to the sounds of screams and crumbling buildings, and he laughed, a goddamn egotistical laugh. Rex promised himself that he would never laugh and he giggled at the ridiculousness. Ah shit.

Using the distraction the bigheaded bullhorn created, Rex left, making sure to grab his fallen hat on the way.

Heroes rarely worked together outside their chosen groups, it made it easier to learn how each other worked and cooperate. Unless they couldn't defeat the Big Bad, then they worked in herds. Unfortunately, this was one of those times. Many surrounded the supervillain and fought, the battle hardened, the experienced, the ones just trying to keep people alive, they all tried.

A lull in the battle created silence enough for a cough to be heard behind the supervillain, he turned, still standing on the ledge, to see a man leaning on a cane, his hat obscuring his face dramatically. The villain spoke in disbelief, “Can't you see im-”

“What? In the middle of something?” Rex asked innocently, “Well, i was here first, so if you wouldn't mind getting your fat arse off my roof, that would be appreciated,” the supervillain stepped towards him slowly, the attempt at ‘menacing’ clear but there was too much eyebrow and the head was tilted too far down for Rex to take him seriously, so he just waited, a smug smile on his face as the villain threatened him, ”you irritating gnat, i will tear you to pieces, i’ll -”

“What's your name by the way? Just thought I'd ask.”

The villain, caught off guard at the flippantness of this Theatrical Charlatan, deadpanned, “Dementor the destroyer, commander of darkness, maybe you've heard of me.”

Rex, being Rex, could do nothing else. He burst into fits of giggles until the supervillain ‘Dementor’ tore a chunk off of a building and threw it at Rex, which admittedly did not take longer than five seconds. Villains, they have such short tempers, especially the bad ones. A good villain, in his humble opinion, should be fun.

The dust and debris cleared and there was Rex, standing as he was before, except wholly unamused. ‘The Destroyer’ growled and tried to throw him from the roof, but he didn't move. Instead he raised an eyebrow, “Having some trouble?” he asked, his eyes flooded with purple, spilling onto his face.

Stunned, the ‘commander of darkness’ threw everything he had at this new threat, to no avail. Each attack just left him smiling smugly. The roof caved in, smoking, but it did not affect him. “Your power is no match for mine,” the supervillain shouted desperately, but he saw, they all saw, how the bricks break like snow, how the purple eyes grew bored, and how the villain, growing desperate enough to turn towards the few remaining heroes, made his mistake.

Rex walked forward twirling his cane, “Don’t touch my kids.”

***

“You’re fired.”

“No, wait, I can still-” Rex tried to respond, but he knew the effort would be useless. They saw. They all saw.

They looked at him, pitying and remorseful, “no,” she said softly, “You can retire. The benefits will let you live comfortably, not many Villains live long enough to retire. You have your strength to thank for that.”

Strength. yes, he had his strength to thank for this, he thought bitterly but he quickly shook off those feelings before they could settle and stood up.

He left.

He had nothing more to say.

***

Walking in town was a very different experience now that people had begun to take him seriously as a villain, some people crossed the road to the otherside (chickens), some walked faster, puffing their chest out as a ‘don't mess with me’ warning, not that it would help even if he did want to hurt them and others just blatantly turned around and walked in the other direction. Those he admired, they were smart, they actually had some common sense, though he missed how little people cared before. It was easier.

Now, walking down the road in a green hoodie with half his hair in a bun, using a cane is not the most threatening of things to be doing, but when four rookie heroes landed in front of him, he wished it was, “What do you want now?” he asked, stuffing his phone into his hoodie pocket.

“We, um, we wanted to say thanks for saving us from the Big Guy,” Iceman started after some deliberation.

“You're welcome,” he said and tried to take another step.

“Why though?” Metal-mover halted his attempt to ignore them.

“Pardon?” he asked, playing dumb.

“Why, or how, do you have so much power?” she clarified, “You could have taken over the world if you wanted to. You could have killed us,” she continued, “wow you could have killed us,” this realisation dawned on them and the four seemed to pause their minor interrogation to have a crisis over their own mortality.

Rex resigned himself to the fact that he was having this conversation.

“Not my thing,” he replied and kept moving, the heroes did not leave as he hoped but they did move out of his way and instead began following him, insistent on getting answers.

Despite the danger they were in, talking to the most powerful villain on record, they proceed to pester him.

“Then why do you pretend to be so pathetic and weak?” Tech-pirate asked, before she realised what she said and quickly snapped her mouth shut while the others quietly panicked. It was mildly funny to watch.

“Crime is fun. Petty crime is more so and it has a shorter sentence, so,” he clicked his tongue hoping they would be happy with the answer. They weren't. But he wasn't expecting much from four dumb kids who decided harrasing and insulting a supervillain was a good pastime.

“Why though? You could have hurt us when we tried to stop you.”

Rex stopped defeated and looked at them, they looked back, awkward and shy and in Tech’s case, bright red.

Dumb kids.

He turned and started walking again nonchalantly, “I’m a.. Training dummy, so to speak,“ He shrugged, “I make sure you lot don't get hurt. I make sure you don't cause too much damage or kill anyone, especially when you're inexperienced, because let me tell ya, the guilt and panic attacks are NOT worth it,” he laughed and kept walking, leaving the group behind looking like they had found the key to a damned safe. Unfortunately, they did, and they weren't about to keep it locked. He took out his phone and turned it on, ignoring rookies practically hanging off his shoulders wondering if they should press. Their curiosity was palpable.

Eventually, Tape, the last hero that hadn’t spoken, quietly asked, ”Did you…?

“Yes.”

They were quiet.

He knew they weren't going to leave him alone after this, or anyway, so, “I was young and dumb, like you, but smarter,” the heroes huffed at this but were used to the way the he spoke by now, he was a villain after all, “I was a hero in training-”

“Whoa, woh, what?” they protested, only silenced by the ever suffering gaze of the Villain that promised not to continue unless they shut up, “I was a hero in training,” he repeated, “New to hero work and there was a villain, right annoying bastard too, and tough. He was wrecking the place and I was the only hero there, just a kid mind you, didn't know what i was doing and could barely control my power, though it was nothing like it is these days,” he chuckled, ”Anyway, i panicked when he got too close aaaand I killed him. There isn't really much more to it than that,” the heroes walked with him in silence, thinking about this new information that he had delivered so lightly, wondering if this was the same act as the villain front, when he continued, “the worst part though was the congratulations,” confusion spread across four faces, “The villain was dead, yaaay!” he explained sarcastically, “Quit immediately, of course. Went to therapy and decided to do this. Pays well too.”

They were stunned, so they decided to change the subject to something more... not that, ”did you hurt your leg then too?”

Rex glanced down at his cane which he was still leaning on while he walked, “No, that was something else,” They waited, hoping he would elaborate but he didn't. They didn't need to know he was being stupid and messed with his broken ankle one too many times.

“You said you had kids…?” Iceman began. These dumbasses don't know when to quit. Then again, it was a defining feature among Heroes, stubbornness, stupidity. Persistence.

“Students,” he clarified, “You’re not the first I've ‘trained’, and until I'm retired, you won't be the last.”

The students in question took that as an opportunity to swell with overwhelming emotion and give him a very large, very uncomfortable group hug. He froze in place until they let go and they stifled their giggles at his reaction, “Don't do that,” Rex said. The heroes got a distinctly unheroic look on their faces and they stepped forward to give him another hug, “I said ‘dont do that’,” Rex repeated quickly, stepping back, “I am setting boundaries here ‘Do not hug me’,” the group backed up guiltily, obviously embarrassed that their first reaction was ‘to do the thing’, but what do you expect. They are kids after all. At least they did stop, which is more that can be said for some people.

“Sorry.”

“Won't happen again.”

“Our bad,” they said quietly.

“Nevermind,” Rex sighed, and kept walking, the rookies followed him like imprinted ducklings.

This is going to be a long day.

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ship your mutuals!

htxndjd i resent asks like these bc im so scared i wont give someone their bias but fuck it,, im gonna put more than one person for some of them!!

taeil - @1aeil obviously!! myeon is the strongest taeil stan ive followed in like.. a while.. n her tags n shit abt him are so fucking funny sometimes but i also know she would die for him djsjd

hansol - @hansolsdeliciousanus we love a url that speaks for itself!! like i said yesterday rosie is a ride or die bitch and we love that!!

johnny - @ne0succ just.. look at the way she reacts to every johnny pic ever JSJSKSK it has me pissing..also @youngho-suh .. i remember for 2 seconds she tried to be a jae stan but we’ll just forget abt that

taeyong - i would have to be the dumbest bitch in the world to not give this to @yitaeyong bc she absolutely lives breathes eats sleeps dies for TAEYONG like her every THOUGHT is about taeyong she would do anything for him and supports him through everything and he deserves to know that someone in this world loves him so much they would peg him and also be his shoulder to cry on🗣🗣

yuta - ok like. obviously i want to ship myself w yuta. obviously. bc thats seriously my man and i would die for him and we are in fact the scorpio power couple of everyone’s dreams?? haha??

kun - i dont think i have kun mutuals yet, if u stan kun let me know!!

doyoung - @4uta seriously its a love powerful enough to snatch her from yuta 😖

ten - nobody can answer this question with anybody but @phon i dont even gotta say why

jaehyun - @jungjaehyu even though she’s been dropping him lately JSJSKSKS but she’s his one true wife after all.. legendary smart ass dr. wife. also like not to be controversial yet brave but @renhyucks . i just feel like.. they would be cute together haha

winwin - i might be wrong but i cant remember if i have any good winwin mutuals 🧐

jungwoo - @jungwoed like idk if i actually trust that she wont go back to breadhyun.. but jas n jungwoo are cute 😌✨

yukhei - @yukheight !! she been here since before my fake ass came in and decided i wanted to be a 2yu stan.. she’s always loved his doofy ass :/ 💖

mark - @markgf !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! mark deserves daph’s love.. like yes leo x scorpio is always a tricky one but its full of passion and WE LOVE THAT!

renjun - @cupidrenjun !! she fuckin.. draws him? of course she loves him!! we love double aries chaos

jeno - @floristjeno in my world filled w hard stans n asterisks, we love pure soft love for jeno 💕✨

haechan - @myfirstandlast i would have to be dumb!! to not put megan, the girl that really loves hyuck 💘

jaemin - um @markgf LMAMSKSJSJS im sorry im not questioning ur loyalty to mark..

i cant think of mutuals for chenle or jisung!! sorry :/ i realize i dont follow a lot of dreamctzens dnjcjd

#I think im not good at this but me I did my best #anon

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hexiewrites · 7 years

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you can’t take the sky from me: ch 3 - war stories

a/n: <3 yall just blow me away. much love as always to @nymphadoraholtzmann - my talented and beautiful beta. and happy early birthday to the brilliant @provocative-envy - thank you for dragging me down to rare pair hell, and for helping me fall so deeply in love with pansy parkinson somedays I wonder if I’ll ever be over it (spoiler: I won't). to everyone else reading this: ..... sorry???

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Percy came back, at some point. Pansy had no conception of time and frankly no real drive to figure it out. She had a vague idea of where she was picked up and figured that no matter how fast this ship could travel, it would probably take them more than a week to get her back to the place that had once been her home.

Her own personal hellhole.

Frankly, Pansy had a vague plan of going on a hunger strike or something, trying to make a point. If she died, that wouldn’t look great on the crew, nor would it matter to her - home was more or less the same thing. Especially with the added bonus of whatever punishment her father deemed suitable for her vanishing act.

Only, Percy came back with food. That actually smelled like food, not the mostly-stale stolen Ministry rations that she’d been eating for months. Real, normal, delicious smelling food. Delicious looking, too. And Percy had simply sat down on one side of the barrier - on the floor - and placed the food where she could reach it.

Pansy waited for him to leave.

He didn’t.

Finally, Pansy caved and took the food, moving to sit on the other side of the room while she ate.

It was incredible.

(keep reading on ao3!)

Percy came every meal for two days before Pansy finally caved.

“Who sent you?” she demanded, dropping down to sit on the floor across from him. She could feel the scowl pulling at her forehead and hoped she looked like as much of a bitch as she felt. She wanted to throw him off, to make him react, to see a crack in that perfect stoic facade.

Percy simply raised an eyebrow at her. How someone could look so dignified sitting on the floor of a spaceship, Pansy wasn’t sure she’d ever know. “Sent me?”

Pansy resisted the urge to whine. “Obviously. You didn’t just choose to come sit out all your meals here with the prisoner.”

“And what if I did?”

Pansy rolled her eyes at this. “Than you’re a bigger idiot than I had you pegged for.”

Percy didn’t respond, but his eyes danced in that strange way again and she wondered, for not the first time, whether it was laughter or a trick of the light.

The silence stretched and finally, Pansy couldn’t help herself. “Is your brother as big of an idiot as you are?” she questioned.

Percy’s shoulders stiffened, almost imperceptibly, but Pansy felt a quick rush of thrill for noticing it. In an odd way, he was almost like an engine himself. Little pieces that fit together, she just couldn’t see them all yet. This felt like one of them.

“Pardon?” his voice was strained - again, by so little that she would have missed it, if she hadn’t spent the last two days watching him intensely while pretending not to notice he was there.

“Your brother?” she pressed, then had a thought. “The mechanic? What’s his name? Bron?”

Percy’s shoulders sagged - something like a breath of relief rushed out of him and Pansy only just contained her grin, filing away the idea that he had more than one brother, and that there was something important about one of them. Something that would set him on edge.

“Ron,” Percy filled in, almost automatically. And then frowned. “Why do you ask?”

Pansy shrugged one shoulder, carefully walking the line between casual indifference and a piece of important information. “No real reason. Just that he should probably take a look at the engine balance and check up on the couplings in the warp drive. I’d focus on the one between the combustion chamber and the scrubber, myself.”

Percy paused, and leaned back slightly, clearly surprised by this observation. “And why do you say that?”

Interesting. He wasn’t laughing or dismissing her entirely, instead he was simply watching her as though she was a puzzle he was still trying to figure out the picture for. Pansy wasn’t sure she liked it, but she didn’t hate it either.

“Well,” she began, wondering if he was serious, wondering if he was as smart as she figured him to be, how much she’d need to dumb this down for him. “It might be nothing, but. If you pay attention the next time we kick in or out of warp… just really pay attention - close your eyes, listen to the ship. Maybe that’s just how she sounds. Or, maybe the engine isn’t entirely on center, and it’s starting to strip the coupling just a little bit. Which isn’t a problem.”

Percy raised an eyebrow, and Pansy once again suppressed a grin. Definitely smart.

“At least, not a problem until your entire engine goes. Not a big go. Just a little. Try to shift into warp and the next thing you know you’re dead in the water. You know how warp drives work, right?” Percy shrugged noncommittally and Pansy nearly rolled her eyes. “All I’m saying is he should take a look at the engine, last thing you need in your ship is a bunch of corrosive gas, never know what that’ll fuck up first.” Pansy licked her lips, then decided to go for it. “And if he’s too stupid to notice the problem, he should take it planetside sooner rather than later.”

“Ron believes that you want us to make a stop so that you can signal your crew.”

Pansy hummed softly in response. She didn’t move from her position, lying down on her cot, but she had heard his soft footfalls and the telltale noise of him sliding the plate across the floor towards her.

“The classic ‘damsel in distress,’” Pansy finally said, turning her head towards where she knew Percy was sitting. “Not an entirely bad move, though I’m sure you’ll already know that the Ministry captured my entire crew and they’re probably all awaiting very biased trials on Diagon right now.”

Pansy hadn’t said the words out loud yet, and her stomach sunk as she verbalized them. She’d been pretending, until now, that her crew was fine. That Draco and Theo had sweet talked their way out of whatever the problem was, and that they were now on their way to the agreed upon rendezvous spot to pick her up. She had been pretending she didn’t hear a gunshot, and pretending that she didn’t know the prices on each of their heads.

Percy was silent as well, and Pansy sighed in resignation. “Did he look?” she finally asked.

“I am not aware. He claims that he did, and that you’re making this ‘problem’ up to trick us into, in his words, letting you out.”

Pansy finally forced her eyes open. Percy was sideways in her vision but just as she was used to seeing him. Sitting on the floor, across from her food, watching her. “What do you think?”

It was Percy’s turn to pause, and then carefully shrug. “I’m not a mechanic,” he began, raising a brow as if to say - seems like you might be.

“But?” Pansy pushed, propping herself up on her elbows to look at him, raising her brows expectantly.

“Again, I’m not sure,” Percy said, simply. “I’ve never really paid attention to how the ship feels when it warps.” The unspoken words were that he was too busy with other things. Most people were. If you grew up your whole life on or around ships, warping became so common it was almost like breathing - despite how strange it was in practice. Most people tuned out the oddities, and didn’t notice when things started to go wrong. Pansy, of course, was the person who was paid to notice exactly when they did.

Pansy huffed and dropped back to the bed, crossing her arms across her chest once again. She knew she probably looked like a moody child - she felt like one, that was for sure - but she didn’t care. “Not like I give a shit about your stupid ship anyways,” she murmured.

Percy didn’t react.

He never reacted.

Finally, she decided she couldn’t handle him sitting there anymore, and she snapped her head around towards him. He was so fucking stoic and solid and it was starting to drive her absolutely insane.

“Can you do us all a favour and just leave me the fuck alone?” she snapped. “I don’t want to eat your fucking pity food today and I don’t want to look at your stupid face.”

Percy stood, but didn’t move, and Pansy was an inch away from snapping at him before he spoke again.

“We looked you up, you know. Well, your ship. The Death Adder. Interesting choice of a name.”

Pansy huffed. Draco’s stupid name. Only because she had absolutely refused to let him call the damn thing The Flying Snake.

She could remember the argument like it was yesterday. ‘I bought the ship, Parkinson, I can call it whatever I please!’

‘If you want me to keep your dumb fucking piece of shit ship in the air like I’ve been doing for months, then you’re going to listen to me for once in your life!’

He’d called her a terror and a menace and a bitch - and he’d named the ship The Death Adder. Marginally better than The Flying Snake, at least.

Pansy didn’t react, even though Percy was clearly trying to pluck at something. “You were at a fight we were at, a few years ago. Near that old colony that The Knights blew up.”

Pansy couldn’t help herself, she exhaled. “Hogwarts,” she murmured, and her heart lurched with the memories. Smoke, and so many ships. So hard to tell what was happening. They shouldn’t have been there.

Percy nodded once, tersely. “Yes. My brother is… convinced, shall I say, that our ships got into a bit of an… altercation. That you nearly killed our pilot.”

Her breath stuck in her throat as the memories that she had tried so hard to forget rushed back. They shouldn’t have been there at all, but Blaise had been so convinced they’d find good loot. ‘They won’t need it, Pans, they’ll be dead!’

Pansy’s heart lurched at the thought of him, smooth dark skin and a smile that could disarm anyone. That did disarm anyone. Blaise, the whole stupid reason she was even here. The whole reason she had ever made it off her own damn planet. It only seemed fitting, in the worst possible way, that she would have to face him again now that she was being sent back.

She swallowed down a lump and glanced up at Percy, finally. She was so ready to be angry and something in his stance shook that from her. “Your pilot,” she mumbled, trying to remember. There were so many, there had been so many that night.

“Dark haired kid, green eyes. Rather unforgettable, really. The Knights had come out to the edges - no one noticed. We were all down on the colony, trying to help. There was a big school there, did you know that? All those kids…”

Pansy nodded, almost dumbly. Draco had been so stupid. They’d been jumping from ship to ship, trying to get in and get out and get what was valuable before someone noticed them. And then they’d started ending up on ships with people who were injured, people who were dead. And Draco had said it was too late. Not worth helping.

And then there was him. Pansy knew exactly who Percy meant. So hard not to forget - he was just a kid, really, sprawled out across the deck with blood pouring from his face. And Blaise had shook his head and said it would be kinder to put the kid out of his misery, and lifted his gun.

But Blaise hadn’t hit the target, because someone else had hit him first. A flash of red, Draco dragging them back as fast as he could. And then, the blood. All over one stupid fucking kid, and her best friend, her everything was dead.

“Well,” Pansy said, her voice too quiet, too careful. Even Percy could tell he had hit something, and his defensive stance seemed to falter slightly under her solid stare. “Your brother killed the only person that’s ever mattered to me. I bet he sleeps like a fucking baby at night, thinking he was on the right side. He killed a good man, Percy. So I’m sorry if I don’t want to deal with his little grudge.”

Percy nodded once, and then turned to leave.

“Listen to me or don’t,” Pansy added, lifting a hand to cover her eyes, to try and stop the screaming and the chaos, to try and block out Blaise blinking up at her and smiling that stupid fucking smile, like everything was going to be okay again. “But if your ship falls apart around us, don’t come crying to me.”

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